#and I hate how Orion is mistreated

[spreadwardiard]

Aaah an otp ask game that i decided to just... answer everything to. (Since i dont really get many asks 😅😅😅) Aaaanyway here are 20 questions about my Otp, Megatron and Orion Pax, specifically from the Two Sides to a Coin AU i been working on with @lets-try-some-writing.

I literally adore these two and their dynamic so much. I just have so many feelings about the two of them, hope yall enjoy this little exercise.

1. What's the biggest wish the members of your otp have for the other? Is it a wish that could come true? Do they actively work towards it?

Orion Pax wishes that his lover would be seen as a respectable mech in every day society. He wants Megatron to be able to find employment should he want to. He wants his voice to be heard. He wants Megatron to be able to access everything Orion feels he is entitled to.. He also knows that this wish is an uphill battle after the war. Too many believe the official lies told about why the war started so quickly and with such brutality. Orion has been working diligently to expose these truths, even though he knows deep down that Cybertron will never trust Megatron and most will see only a monster. 

As for Megatron, what he wants for Orion is for him to be able to heal from the trauma inflicted on him by the war and his entrapment behind the Matrix. This is why he tolerates Ratchet's mistreatment of Orion, because without Ratchet's expertise, his mate would still be mostly withdrawn into himself and lashing out at everyone like a wild animal, instead of just causing hell for the Council. 

2. How comfortable are the members of your otp around each other? Do they care about keeping up appearances? Would they care if the other(s) saw them groggy, undressed, without makeup, etc.?

They are both COMPLETELY comfortable around each other to the point neither have any shame when they are alone. Both of them think nothing of walking around their hab with panels popped open from earlier tangles of passion (poor Hush). They have seen each other at some of their lowest points, so superficial things like grogginess or being dressed just aren't concerns to them. 

3. If your otp were stuck in an elevator/other cramped space with not much to do, how would they pass the time?

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) this is easy. They would do each other to pass the time once conversation inevitably falls to flirting, and their proximity combined with being alone makes touching irresistible. 

4. After a bad day, what would each member of your otp do to cheer the other up?

Depends on the type of bad day, but if Orion has a bad day at work, Megatron will spend extra time doting on him once he gets home from work. He will prepare Orion’s energon with extra care for flavor and consistency, making sure it is just the way he likes it. He will listen intently as Orion complains about what has him troubled. Kisses and affectionate touches are doubled and it is not uncommon for Megatron to pull a frustrated from work Orion Pax into his lap for a good long snuggle.

If Orion has a bad day in the sense of his mental health, Megatron will call Ratchet for Orion to request medication or advice (even tho he hates that fragger). He will make a point to stay in whatever room Orion chooses to spend the day as much as possible, to bathe him in his field, constantly pouring love and reassurance at him. If Orion is unable to leave the berth, Megatron will big spoon him, and whisper poetics in his audials 

If Megatron has a bad day, Orion Pax goes into full devotion mode. He will pamper his champion by waxing his plating, soothing any aches and pains by dipping his digits into transformation seams and under plating to massage or untangle over stressed wires and components. He will prep Megatron's fuels with just as much care as Megatron does for him, and if that fails to comfort him, Orion will unleash his field and wrap him up in his full devotion. 

Both of them will read aloud to the other as a means of comfort, as well as engage in what may appear to be heated arguments, but are in fact, simply debates or discussions they are using to blow off steam with each other. 

5. What's your otp's ideal vision of the future? What would they want to happen? Where would they want to live?

Orion wants to go home to Kaon with Megatron in the future, away from what he considers to be the oppressive Iaconian etiquette standards (and Optimus Prime). He wishes to have a modest hab with a large garden where he can grow as many crystals as he wants.  He wants to expand the Hall of Records to have branches in each major city, both to aid the mechs living in those regions, but also so he may retain his job as head Archivist no matter where he chooses to live. Orion wants to stand at Megatron’s side every day for the rest of his life, and wants to do all he can to help Megatron see the Cybertron he dreams of, He hopes to one day raise many sparklings with Megatron, who he knows will make as good a sire as he does a conjunx. but above all else, Orion just wants to be with Megatron. Everything else is secondary. This is his most selfish desire for the future. He would literally give up everything else just to stay at Megatron’s side. 

Megatron also is homesick for Kaon after living so long in New Iacon, but is mostly happy as long as Orion remains at his side. He has hopes that Optimus and Ratchet will pull their helms out of their afts and fix the many problems that both he and Orion have been bringing up to the Council and citizens but honestly has doubts their concerns are being heard with any deal of seriousness. He wants a truly free Cybertron, one where former Decepticons can live alongside former Autobots in peace. He wants those of living in the sublevels to have the same access to public services as those on the surface. He wants a true end to functionalism and the idea that frametype has anything to do with intelligence or personality. Megatron wanted originally to forge a better Cybertron for all citizens and he STILL holds on to that original ideal he had before he fell into madness. He is not keen on the idea of sparklings, as he does not think he would be a suitable sire for anyone, and he fears that being tied to him would make any sparkling's life more difficult just by association. 

6. If your otp went on a holiday, what would they pack? What would they definitely forget? How would one react to the other forgetting that thing?

Orion would pack things for them to read while they’re relaxing. Holiday is meant for downtime and that is what Orion will plan for. Datapads, a comfortable thermoplastic sheet, his medications and some of his favorite snacks.  Megatron is much the same, and would pack to relax. He would pack items such as a cleaning cloth, plating polish, his writing materials, as much shanix as he thinks they will need, and then a bit more for good measure. Neither of them would think to bring an itinerary. They are so focused on relaxing that they simply forget to make actual plans at their destination, both relying on the other to do so. However, upon discovery of this the two of them simply laugh it off, this is so typical of them, and enjoy their time moseying about near their hotel and just spending time together. 

7. Your otp has to spend some time apart for whatever reason. How would they bridge that time? How would they react upon seeing each other again? Would anything change?

This is a good one. These two are so very codependent on each other. Their forced separation during the war has left deep scars on both of them that leaves them both anxious when they are apart, even for normal daily life, however, it is actually Orion who is better at coping with separation. Their bond runs deep, they can feel each other’s emotions quite clearly through it and Megatron is always monitoring Orion’s emotions when they are apart. He could not feel it at all during the war and now is hyperaware of everything Orion is feeling and any blip or change in those emotions puts him on alert. He worries for his Archivist when he cannot be there to protect him or help him should he need it, because his failure before the war led to Orion being taken and locked away. The further away Orion is, the stronger his anxiety, because he cannot get to him as quickly if he’s needed. It is not uncommon for him to private comm Orion (either voice or text) to ease his anxieties that Orion is okay. This is just a normal workday, if Orion was called off on a mission I do not think he would cope well, He would demand he come along, with many prefabricated excuses as to why he needs to be there, even though he knows Orion knows the truth of the matter.  

Orion also suffers anxiety at separation, but the medications he takes to help manage his field disruptions act as a bit of a dampener in this respect. He misses his conjunx terribly while they are apart, but it doesn’t eat at his spark as harshly as it does Megatron. He too frequently comms when he feels Megatron’s emotions dip too far, but he always allows time for Megatron to course correct his emotions himself before reaching out, though he often does comm over interesting things he learns while working as well. Orion would be much more comfortable with the idea of a short separation, but still would not be pleased by it. 

Upon any reunion between the two, they embrace as closely and as tightly as they can, both with arms and with their fields. They tell each other how much they missed each other and almost always share a brief romantic moment of gazing into each other’s optics before kissing, and nuzzling each others faces. A long separation would make this small ritual of theirs last much longer is all, and afterwards they would be extra touchy and there would be an entire day of them just sitting nearly on top of each other because they missed each other’s touch so much. 

8. One part of your otp found out they didn't have much time left to live. How would they react? Would they tell the other? Would they spend every last second together or would they withdraw to soften the blow?

Both of them would be completely honest with the other about their impending deaths. Honesty was something they swore to each other at the very start of their union. Both would spend every last second with the other until the very end, no matter how badly it hurt. They promised each other eternity and meant it. 

If Megatron were the one to die, Orion Pax would first completely retreat into himself. He would hear no one speaking to him, nor even see them standing in front of him, and his field would flare wildly with his inner grief and anguish. He would be truly spark broken, and likely would not survive long after Megatron died, 

If Orion were the one who died, Megatron would be absolutely devastated, but because he has so many dreams independent of Orion, he still has something to live for. He would pour all his grief into his dreams of a better Cybertron, one that truly is free, and yes, he would fight for it again if he has to. He would endure with the hope that Orion’s belief in reincarnation was true and that someday they would be reunited once more. 

9. What annoys each member of your otp about the other? Do they tell them? Do they compromise/work it out? 

Megatron thinks Orion is a selfish, insufferable little glitch and will tell him so, right to his face. Honesty, after all, but he also is sure to tell Orion that he would not have him any other way. Megatron also finds it annoying that Orion refuses to see the truth: that Ratchet is NOT his friend, and hasn’t been for a long time. He tells him that too, and Orion resists it because he has hope that their friendship is strong enough to overcome this, even though deep down he knows Megatron is right. Orion finds it annoying that Megatron frequently loses his place in his datapads and he has to search for where he left off, but this inconvenience hasn’t been something he’s felt the need to speak up about yet, and once he does, Megatron will likely solve the problem. 

10. If your otp had met at a different point in time/their lives, what would change? Would they still end up together?

If they met up earlier than they did, they absolutely would have ended up together and their bond would have been even stronger during the war. Had they met up much later, they maybe wouldn’t have had time to form a romantic bond, which would have greatly influenced Orion’s reaction to being given to the Matrix. Without Megatron’s influence to be more selfish and do things for himself because he wants to, he would have most certainly rolled over for the Matrix and accepted his role with little fuss, though he would have still suffered the loss of his life, he likely would never have lashed out violently. 

11. What is your otp's most special moment? If they could travel back in time to relive it, would they? Would they change anything?

Their bonding rite, when they (unofficially, in the optics of the government) conjunxed themselves. Orion had been courting Megatron for over a vorn before Megatron decided it was enough. He took Orion deep into a defunct mine below the gladiatorial arena to a natural chamber full of giant, glowing crystals that were useless to harvest but gorgeous to look at. It was there he and Orion first engraved, painted and laid official claims on each other’s sparks and frames. It was also here they first committed an act of blasphemy: consuming energon drawn from each other’s spark chambers, an act that only served to tie them even closer together. The only thing they would change if they could go back would be that they would proudly show off their claims to the world, instead of hiding them away to avoid their illegal bond harming their cause. 

 

12. Was/is it difficult for the members of your otp to realise their feelings? Were they okay with those feelings or were they in denial? 

Megatron knew long before Orion did that he was in love. He knew as soon as he agreed to pop his panels for Orion the first time that he had to be helm over pede in love to seriously consider something so taboo as interfacing with Trion’s prized pupil, Orion was practically an untouchable due to his association with the Head Archivist. But Orion came to him to express his newfound selfishness, and he couldn’t find it in his spark to deny him what he had specifically told him to seek out; what he really wanted. If that was a few experimental interfaces and surface level merges, he was happy to oblige. But when it came down to things getting serious??? He rebuffed Orion’s attempts at courtship several times. He believed that Orion would be destroyed by his way of life, but he was only delaying the inevitable. 

Orion, however, did not realize he was in love until it literally slapped him in his face. He and Megatron had been ‘fooling around’ a little with each other but no feelings were attached, or so he thought. It was simply a matter of Megatron helping him learn to be more selfish, until it wasn’t that anymore. Megatron standing up for him to his Sire awoke a deep realization that he wanted so much more from the Champion of Kaon than he originally thought. Though Megatron turned down his courtship several times, he still insisted that Orion pursue the things he wanted in life, including himself. When Megatron finally agreed, their relationship ignited like an inferno 

13. If your otp moved in together, what would their home look like? What would be each member's touch? Would they argue over it?

They have lived together. They prefer habs with less rooms and more space to accommodate Megatron’s larger frame size. Both habs they have lived in post war had high ceilings, wide and tall door frames and large living spaces. For the same reason, they prefer large pieces of furniture to accommodate Megatron. Orion likes the extra floor space, it gives him plenty of space to plop down and spread out his work all around him

Orion is not much concerned with the way the hab looks as much as he is how it functions. He likes to have plenty of niches and cubbies to stash things as he sees fit, However, he never forgets where he puts anything, no matter how nonsensical it seems. If he were in control, the hab would be completely full of shelves stocked with datapads from any and all subjects Orion or Megatron found interesting as a means of lining the walls rather than actually decorating. As it is now his collection of datapads is organized in a manner that only Orion himself understands.  However, he does have a few things he likes to display, such as his favorite rocks from his collection, a framed transcript of the first speech of Megatron’s he ever heard, his potted crystal and the crystal shard he has yet to plant that Megatron gave him during their reforging rites. 

Megatron on the other hand, while eccentric in his style, does indeed like to have some decor in his hab. He enjoys mixing bold colors and differing styles together to get something he feels matches both himself and Orion. He has many pieces of Kaoni and Decepticon artworks, both paintings and sculptures, that he displays in their berthroom, where he spends most of his time.  He keeps Orion's urge to horde datapads in check, by allowing him limited spaces to store them. Orion is secretly grateful for this. They have little reason to argue over it, their habits suit each other perfectly. 

14. What is something that would break up your otp? How high is the chance of it actually happening? 

I am unsure if anything would make Orion want to break up with Megatron. He already has forgiven murder, plague, madness, the destruction of cybertron, the maiming of his sparkling and so much more. As for Megatron, he would have broken up with Orion for sure if he’d taken the Matrix willingly, but he didn’t. The likelihood of them breaking up is practically 0 at this point. 

15. If one member of your otp could only experience the other with one sense (sight, touch, hearing, taste, smell, fantasy senses, etc), which one would they choose? Would they find a way to work around the issue?

They both would choose touch in this scenario. They went so long without being able to touch one another that neither of them ever want to go through that again. Though hearing is a close second for Orion, because he loves Megatron’s poetry almost as much as he loves the mech himself, cheese and all. 

16. If one member of your otp committed a serious crime, how would the other react? Would they forgive? Help cover it up? Go to the police?

Lol.  Orion’s already aided Megatron in various serious crimes, including during the war while he was fighting denta and claw to keep him and his soldiers alive.  Even pre war, Orion aided Megatron in committing various crimes, by means of delivering him information necessary to do so. Orion may not be capable of pulling the trigger himself, but he is more than happy to supply the ammo, if you catch my drift. 

Megatron absolutely would help Orion hide a body. After all the scrap Orion has done for him, the least he can do is not ask questions. 

17. If one member of your otp had an accident and was left with a permanent disability (Paralysed, missing limb, lost senses, etc.) how would they both deal with that? Would they cope? Would that be too much for them?

Orion is disabled now. His field management disorder is a disability that will probably be permanent. It is the main reason Orion holds it in so close, because he cannot filter its strength and it is painfully powerful when he is feeling negatively and incredibly overwhelming if he is feeling positively. He no longer has access to an entire layer of communication used by his people, and tries to make up for it by loading his speech with subglyphs to make sure he’s understood properly. Megatron suffers the brunt of Orion’s painful field attacks with little complaint, other than it hurts. He is honest about that, every time Orion asks, and it will never be too much for him and he also has no qualms with telling Orion how much he loves the nearly overwhelming weight of his field all around him when they are being intimate. They are quite happy together.

If Megatron were to become disabled, it would be difficult to adjust to, in the sense that Orion would find his work/home life more challenging to juggle, but he WOULD find a way to make it work. He would also be honest with Megatron about how difficult it is to maintain, but their love absolutely would see them through it until the perfect balance was struck. Orion is just as devoted to Megatron as Megatron is to him. It would be a difficult adjustment, but in the end they still would be quite happy together. 

18. What are the small gestures with which your otp says 'I love you'? Are those daily rituals? Is the other aware of the intention behind those gestures?

They have so many little rituals they do to express love to each other. One I mentioned already, their daily embrace when Orion returns home from work.  In the mornings, Megatron always helps Orion prepare for the day, polishing and cleaning him up so he looks as respectable as possible. In the evenings before recharge, they cuddle up together either in berth or on the sofa and read to each other.  They express their love often through physical touch, both small brushes against each other to outright grabbing each other for kisses or embraces, each touch is a declaration of their love for each other and they both understand that. 

19. Is the approval of family and friends important to your otp? If so, how would they try to win over a skeptical in-law? Would they cut people off if they didn't approve of the relationship? 

Complete honesty: they dont give a frag. The odds were stacked against them from the very beginning on this one. Orion knew that none of his friends or his sire would ever approve an illegal intercaste union with a mech like Megatron. So he hid it until he had no choice but to reveal their involvement with each other While the disapproval hurts, he would rather cling to the few mechs he considers to be his loved ones rather than cut them out.  

As for Megatron, the only mech who's opinion he truly cared about was Soundwave, and Soundwave was the one who taught Orion Kaoni and gladiatorial courting practices so that he could pursue Megatron properly. Soundwave shipped them before they even knew they were attracted to each other. 

20. How tolerant is your otp of each member's ex(es)? Do they care? Do they get jealous when the topic comes up? If they're still in touch with their ex(es), how does the other feel about that?

Orion has no exes. Megatron was his first. However that doesn't stop Megatron from wanting to tear Ratchet apart as if he were an ex. Ratchet is one of the only few mechs Megatron truly sees as a threat to his claim, even though he knows Orion isn’t interested in anyone else. He does not believe that Ratchet was never interested in Orion and this is entirely Ratchet's fault for using his close friendship with Orion to get under Megatron’s skin. 

Megatron does have exes, but most of them are long dead and the few that are not, Orion has never even met, and so has no concern over. Even if a jealous ex was to return, Orion would not be worried. He trusts their bond and their love with all his spark and knows Megatron would not allow anyone to attempt to seduce him away from him, but if they were to try, they would have to go through a very possessive Archivist Pax first. He is not threatened by the idea of an ex showing up, but if he feels his claim is being blatantly disrespected, he will not hesitate to lash out about it. 

#spreadwardiardthoughts #megop #megaop #orion pax #megatron #two sides to a coin au #tfp megop #tfp orion pax #tfp megaop #megatronus #headcanon #fanfic au #otp thoughts

[ariadnesweb]

The Collector and the Golden Guard have always had a... weird relationship.

Neither is supposed to really talk to the other, it's easier for Belos to manage both if they're seperated - which is why every so often, when the two manage to find each other, a strange fascination picks up. "Is this the person Belos's spends so much time talking to? Why? What's so special about them?" They both think to themselves.

From the Golden Guard's side, the question is sincere. The Guard is supposed to follow Belos's to the very ends of the Earth, and this task is easier given more information about the enigmatic Emperor. The Guard knows its uncle is sick, that its uncle hates magic, but that either way its uncle was given the special power to understand the Titan's will. And this... disc, filled to the brim with strange and alien magic, shadowy and contrarian to life on the isles... is... related to that, somehow. It's at least related to how its uncle knows so much, as the trapped child hidden in the disc makes no lie in the quantity and quality of its knowledge, freely singing about advanced spells and ominous predictions.

To keep an eye on the Collector - the Golden Guard cannot let this meeting go to waste - his own survival counts on it.

The Collector does not think the same.

Belos's had made no secret of his little 'grimwalker' pet projects - raising his brother again from the dust he had died on - it's the first reason Belos had called to the Collector after all - and raising them as if living, to be Belos's eternal companion - the one thing his brother could never be. It's - sigh - an interesting game - working to shape the kids to be Belos's invention; the will of man imposed upon man; just as the little blighters realize they are being used - mistreated - lied to and trapped - an abomination to life itself - and then the round ends, and the Grimwalker is killed, another object tossed down the cliff when it can no longer serve its purpse.

...It's a game the Collector wants to play himself, to test the limits of a Grimwalker's being - it's not a game Belos is willing to share with anyone. No doubles. No sharing. Not even a lot of spectating, as Belos places the annoying curtain over his cell once they're done talking. It's very borish of Belos to act this way, and really, someone should have taught him better, to share his toys with others. It's not really the Collector's job to do that, though - He'll just satisfy himself toying when Belos isn't looking this way.

What was the Grimwalker's name again? Gatherer? Hunter? Nah, it was something like Orion, right? An ironic tribute to the Greek Pantheon, a variation of the 'Hunter' he liked so much. Apparently the name of a constellation in the human world - really, Belos, if he didn't want the Collector to play with him, he really shouldn't have named him that. This is too funny.

All the Collector has to do is - find a way to grab the Grimwalker's attention and - there - he's been seen! Now to hope the Grimwalker is smart enough to pull the cloth off this prison - and!

He's Free! Ish. Still in the cell, but now with full view of the room. AND - WITH FULL CONTROL OF THE SHADOWS IN THE ROOM!!

The scrawny little Grimwalker is taken back by the Collector's form, though hardly allowed enough fear to run for his life. Instead, he falls back unto his fighting stance, training taking over. "Back! Who are you?! What kind of creature are you, to creep around the Emperor's Palace like that!"

"Nyahaha! Scared ya! Didn't I? Got you good, grimwalker!" The Collector had no intention of answering the Guard's obvious questions.

The Golden Guard didn't move. Not even to take the Collector's bait. Yeesh. He should have accounted for this, maybe. Next move, then.

"Your old farce of an uncle isn't here right now, y'know? He's not going to be here until at least an hour, busy with the ceremonies and all that, and you've still got a collection of palismen to keep him satisfied until then. Even if you went out right now to get more, you wouldn't be happy about it, given the decreasing amounts of Palistrom Wood growing right now! You can play! It's allowed!"

The Golden Guard seems to unwind a bit, given the facts - though realizing he still doesn't know what he's even talking to tenses him back again.

"...Right. That's why I was researching... You talk to Uncle Belos, correct?" An affirmation. "His sickness. His powers. The relationship between the two, and the limits of his own abilities. You... He talks to you about those, right? I've seen him talk to the air sometimes, asking for spells and remedies." "Ugh. Yeah. It's very expected of Belos, honestly! Questions! Questions-questions-answers-spells! What if I want something else, huh? Some other company, for once! Like you, Orion!"

"Uh..." The Grimwalker doesn't know how to respond with his name like that.

He's not given the chance to. "Hey! Did you know! If your Uncle saw you poking around his stuff, talking to me, he would kill you? Just like he's threatened to so many times?"

The Golden Guard truly doesn't know how to respond to this. But he spends the rest of the evening asking why.

#the owl house #toh #toh the collector #toh golden guard #toh headcanons #the owl house headcanons #the owl house fanfic #fanfiction #Soilai's Labyrinth #probably not going to add to this #just wanted to write an idea i've had in the back of my mind

[hunterwritesstuff]

Orion update?

Sure! :D Sorry for the lack of heads recently btw lol been struggling with getting energy to draw them XD

Val - “Lust-filled bitch.”(Hated)

Vox - “Why do you use others the way you do?”(Tension)

Velvet - "I'll leave my clothing repairs to Rosie, thanks."(Tension)

Hex - “Don’t mistreat her.”(Tension)

Husk - “You don’t tire of me talking about my family, do you?”(Friendly)

Shirley - “Thank you for being there for me in my hardest times and moments…”(Family)

Ebony -  “I will tell you what you would like to hear about them. Thank you…”(Friendly)

Ranni - "Can...can I pet you...?"(Tension)

Alastor - “A fake smile is worse than no smile at all.”(Neutral)

Rosie - "Thanks for doing repairs on my clothes."(Friendly)

Orion - "Fallen from grace, ruined my face. Abandoned family, what a loser."(Hated)

Charlie - "Thank you for giving me a second chance.”(Neutral)

Angel Dust - “You are proof that Charlie’s plan works.”(Friendly)

Vaggie - “Thank you for being so patient with me and not being judgemental.”(Tension)

Lute - “You are just as bad as Adam.”(Tension)

Adam - “You deserve to rot. I hope you know I’m never letting you near Shirley, wretch.”(Hated)

Jax - “You will never be redeemed. You will never improve. You are hate itself.“(Hated)

Lucifer - “You didn’t deserve what you went through when you fell.” (Friendly)

Peter - "Thank you for being her grunkle..."(Family)

Astrid - "Can I...get a hug...?"(Friendly)

Lilith - "Stay the fuck away from Lucifer."(Tension)

Eve - "Why are you so fucking obsessed?!?"(Hated)

Dante - "I...take care, yeah...?"(Friendly)

Bob - "...you...you didn't know...? Did...did they not ask you for guidance...?"(Tension)

Cain - "...how dare you?"(Hated)

Abel - "It's okay, it's okay, you're safe..."(Friendly)

Vesper - "Thank you...you make such sweet music...I could listen all day..."(Friendly)

Celeste - "She's too sweet for his ass."(Friendly)

Emily - "I wish we could talk more..."(Friendly)

Sera - "...no words are wished to be exchanged."(Hated)

Azrael - "...you don't fucking deserve her."(Tension)

Uriel - "So much for wisdom."(Tension)

Gabriel - "I hold no ill will nor blame towards you."(Friendly)

Michael - "Some 'justice'. What 'justice' tears a family apart?! I didn't fucking DO ANYTHING!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING SELFISH?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO THROW ME OUT?!? WHY, YOU FUCKING BASTARD, WHY?!?"(Hated)

Hope ya enjoy! :D

#hazbin hotel orion #orion #hazbin hotel oc

[deafeningwizardsquare]

Posting again after two months only to say: MC IS NOT MY CAPTAIN.

(That's the post. Also @moonwater-hphm I've finished it! Yay!)

#4 hours #to be frank & honest #MC doesn’t deserve all of this attention #and I hate how Orion is mistreated #we stan Orion Amari not Jam City’s favourite child #Orion is my true leader #I have a dream #Orion Amari getting the real screen time that he deserves #also Murphy poor boy #his kitten talked more than him in tho season #they are implementing Charlie? #IT WAS TIME #BTW radomically Skye was the best thing from this season #also I'm giving you my best version of her ahaha #the haircut took me a while but I must say that it was worth it #sigh everything to forget that MC is really becoming captain #Erika Rath our heroine & saviour pls do something #HELP #hogwarts mystery #hphm #orion amari #skye parkin #murphy mcnully #erika rath #penny haywood #face paint kid

[offscriptif]

I have a LOT questions about MCs family now. What was their fathers name, and was he a good parent while he was alive? Andromeda was a shitty mom to MC, bit what about orion? Did she present a different persona to public e.g. being charming/diplomatic/etc when she was at court and being cold and derisive at home? Also, did the staff at the navis manor (or wherever live) notice her behaviour towards MC?

The Villain's father's name was Perseus Orion Navis, and yes, he was an excellent father. He loved Orion and the Villain with every part of his being, and more importantly, he was willing to die for them.

Which is exactly how he died.

Andromeda on the other hand, is a complicated character. She loved Orion and spoiled him with affection, and when pregnant with the Villain she was looking forward to their birth. Then the Villain was born.

Everything changed.

Andromeda is charming, calculating and oh so very cold, for she had the weight of the world on her shoulder. She loved Orion until her death, but their relationship turned colder after the Villain's birth because Orion adored their little sibling and she couldn't understand why.

Mentions of abuse under the cut:

You see, Andromeda was afraid of her youngest child. Afraid of the power they possessed. Needless to say, that fear bread contempt, and that contempt breed hate. So Andromeda was well liked amidst their peers, and kind to her husband and older child, but her interactions with the Villain were different. She was never physically abusive, but she didn't need to be because emotional abuse and neglect are equally damaging.

The staff knew. In fact, while the staff on the Navis Manor didn't necessarily mistreat the Villain, but they were not kind to them either. They tended to ignore and neglect them if they were alone, but pretended otherwise in front of guests.

The Villain was VERY socially isolated as a kid.

Needless to say, all the old staff in the Navis Manor was fired once Andromeda died.

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[siriusmydeer]

For the Thank You Next can you do Imagine with James Potter?

thank you, next.

james potter x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: you go through the stages of love till you find your person.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mutual pinning, over use of sarcasm it’s so bad, SWEARING, kissing, mentions of kissing, mentions of an arm falling off, mentions of injury

—0:00

‘Thought I'd end up with Sean

But he wasn't a match

Wrote some songs about Ricky

Now I listen and laugh

Even almost got married

And for Pete, I'm so thankful

Wish I could say "thank you" to Malcolm

'Cause he was an angel’

one day, when you’re young, your mother tells you, ‘there’s lots of fish in the sea, but you have to wait for the right catch’ or maybe that was just your deranged mother. normally, you thought all of that was bullshit. a slytherin princess should never be mistreated, someone whomst you honour and adore with all in your beating heart; turns out slytherin boys didn’t get the fucking memo.

the only person who did understand was the one and only, regulus arcturus black. but you unfortunately lacked sexual attraction to him so therefore you couldn’t date him, so that was a feigning issue. evan rosier was fit, top of his classes and a quite nice mop of blonde on his head, he was a quidditch player and a pureblood slytherin; so etiquette is to be clearly expected. too other schoolmates, especially the fawning girls of almost every house, he was probably the full package, one of the alpha males that roamed the hallways at hogwarts; oh were those girls the biggest knob heads to exist.

turns out he was just the biggest fucking dick to ever walk the planes of the earth, he ran around with idiots like lucius malfoy— another mistake of the century, and little severus snape; thank merlin, and salazar slytherin themselves you never resorted to him.

‘One taught me love

One taught me patience

And one taught me pain

Now, I'm so amazing

Say I've loved and I've lost

But that's not what I see

So, look what I got

Look at what you taught me

And for that, I say’

normally your first couple of boyfriends should teach you something out of the relationship, maybe what you needed to strengthen for the next time you were in an intimate relationship, like trust, communication, maybe even sexual intimacy.

all these absolute dunces taught you was to pick your boyfriends better, and to stay away from every slytherin male that had ever entered hogwarts. evan— oh, he only taught you that everyone and everything was a priority over you, always the ‘talk to you later.’ and the casual, ‘blowjob?’ comments; absolutely fucking arse. lucius, couldn’t forget his moto in your mind even if you jammed it in your strongly-witted brain that money was power and money over any atom to every exist.

regulus understood, strict pureblood parents but he still understood how to treat a partner. i guess it was nice not picking up every habit of walburger and onion— sorry, walburga and orion, noble heirs of the house of black. yeah, did i mention they were second cousins?

‘Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)’

“you could always hang out with my brothers mates, i see them not casually oogling you.” oh regulus, sometimes you did lack the slytherin wit and ambition. he was sprawled on the malachite coloured couch, a pearly white quill fumbled between his slender digits as he started aimlessly into oblivion at the dying out fire in the midst of the frigid common room.

“yeah, let me go hang out with my best friends brothers friends, slytherin haters! such a good idea, reg. maybe they should’ve put you in ravenclaw from that amazing idea!” if you were sarcastic before, there aren’t a non-vulgar amount of words in the universe to describe the tremendous mockery in your tone; as you intensely stared into the crevices of the ceiling while laying on the opposite viridescent sofa.

“merlin, tone down the sarcasm a bit? i was just offering, it’s not like your a pureblood, or a prat.” regulus offered, looking at your form, your elbow now covering your eyes and making recurring heavy sighs every few minutes. “being a half-blood is enough for hatred, regulus, m’dear.” you sighed again, in defeat. hopeless romantic and hated by many, fantastic, am i right?

‘Spend more time with my friends

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Plus, I met someone else

We're havin' better discussions

I know they say I move on too fast

But this one gon' last

'Cause her name is Ari

And I'm so good with that (so good with that)’

don’t think, breath and just do what your heart tells you to. fuck that— panic, cry, scream, whatever, be scared. you were gaping at the red mass and overdue of shades, it wasn’t ugly but definitely not the prettiest colour to exist; mixed with mustard yellow. gryffindor students absolutely covered in both. well students, no, james potter, yes.

he happen to be your victim, well friend of sirius; regulus did say after all they oogled you, whatever that meant. you both played quidditch, pretty decent grades, both had good humour, your more so, i mean c’mon you couldn’t find that wit just anywhere, and well you could be best friends. well friends, acquaintances, maybe one, possibly. if only you had the confidence of a leo male, all you needed was to strut over to the damn quidditch field and say something, literally anything.

so that’s exactly what you did, your shoes crunching against the no-longer damp grass, dry after morning dew showers. your bag hanging off of your left arm, your head preoccupied with ways on how to greet someone because slytherin etiquette right now was not the way to go; it would only cause assumptions and stereotypes. i mean who the actual fuck says, ‘how do you do?’ anymore.

‘She taught me love (love)

She taught me patience (patience)

She handles pain (pain)

That amazing (yeah, she's amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I say’

enemies, nope. acquaintances, don’t think so. friends, getting there. close friends, i would say. if someone ever said they saw james fleamont potter hanging around a slytherin they would’ve assumed that someone was knocked upside the head with the biggest beaters bar you could find, but the green and red weren’t that bad of a mix after all.

henceforth, here you were giggling like school girls with james fucking potter right by the black lake. “james, respectfully, stop carrying that stupid snitch everywhere. doesn’t it weigh down your pockets?” you queried the boy who was fumbling with the golden snitch for the past three minutes, flipping his hair so he could knock the brunette tendrils from his eyes while he gaped at you.

you were glowing— the sun at its highest peek, he could’ve been on his knees thanking albus dumbledore in his office for free period; knowing james we would’ve offered to comb his beard and maybe even a shampoo and condition it while he was at it.

your eyes glittered as you chortled at him for dropping that stupid ball for the third time, your hair dancing in the wind like it was a routine, a perfect routine, your teeth glinting at the suns ethereal rays that hit you just right. imagine if james’ foolish cocky mask instead would’ve rejected your offer of friendship that one humid day on the quidditch pitch— he would’ve been the biggest git to ever stride the planet.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next’

friends, that’s what it was suppose to be. pals, mates, schoolmates, whatever the fuck you called it. it wasn’t suppose to be frenemies, to friends to lovers! you weren’t suppose to notice the navy blue flecks of colour in his cerulean eyes, the way his lips curled in a smile after he caught that silly snitch that blazed the thick sure after a hefty match, the way he brushed the tresses of hair behind your ears when the wind was assaulting your face and you were basically swallowing your hair.

now sitting with him in the library you were mentally stabbing your stygian heart, why men. why do they do things, why do men sometimes have the decency to show sympathy, and partiality with their friends. he hugged you, he kissed your forehead when you felt dejected, james potter went through the slytherin common room to bring you chocolates on your period. which fucking gryffindor would do that, huh? definitely not frank longbottom or fabian prewett.

his hand scathed yours as he pointed at how to make a draught of peace potion, his hand was warm and smooth but only from what you touched— you could see slight callouses forming on the pads of pads palm from broom handling, and the small cracks in his knuckles from the lacking use of lotion. you felt the rapid rate of your heart merely increasing at the minute from the slight touch, a rush of rose clouded your cheeks. this was so embarrassing.

‘One day I'll walk down the aisle

Holding hands with my mama

I'll be thanking my dad

'Cause she grew from the drama

Only wanna do it once, real bad

Gon' make that last

God forbid something happens

Least this song is a smash (song is a smash)’

you were mid flight, smashing a bludger in the direction of the vermillion colours. even when you were immensely sweaty, intensely panting, abundantly tired, and your arm looked like it wanted to fall off he wanted to kiss the energy back into you. james loved winning against slytherin, it might’ve been his favourite thing at hogwarts; but he would murder a pack of death eaters if it meant he got to see your smile when your emerald-clad seeker clutched that small golden ball.

both teams landed, a handshake due for the game to be over after almost two continuous hours of playing and that stubborn ball blazing the air. he meant to walk over there, a hug overdue in his prideful way of saying congratulations but he did not think that he would’ve strided over to your panting figure and clasped your soft cushion lips with his own parched ones from the continuous heaving in his breath.

your lips tasted of peach, hints of mango. your lips dried of chapstick but still smooth— feeling the grooves in your lips, they were puffy and swollen probably from the tremendous amount of times you had bitten your lips in anxiety. your lips disconnected for a moment, suddenly realizing that you had an audience of your fellow slytherins, your enemy gryffindors and not one but two shocked crowds of hufflepuffs and ravenclaws suddenly watching the private scene unfold.

james cleared his throat, looking at your grinning face that was encased between his palms, your face was significantly flushed, your chest moving every millisecond at the loss of breath in your lungs. “good, uh, good game james.”

‘I've got so much love (love)

Got so much patience (patience)

I've learned from the pain (pain)

I turned out amazing (turned out amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I'll say’

cocky, quidditch captain, school prankster, pureblood gryffindor, and head boy. that to the peering eyes of hogwarts was james potter, but he was so much more than that. he was like an onion, gross comparison but for the sake of it you’ll use it, he had layers but everyday it’s like you cried a little less and you peeled just a bit more.

he was benevolent, he guided first years to common rooms and sometimes he studied with fourth year hufflepuffs. he was sensible, sometimes, he helped out madame pomfrey in the healers wing when remus had been injured from a full moon along with any remaining students in the ward from previous incidents, not to mention, you did uncover remus’ ‘furry secret’ and swore to secrecy. and most of all, james was cherishing, he actually did give a fuck when you had a bad day, he stroked your back and hummed you stupid baby lullabies.

i mean could you imagine lucius malfoy and evan rosier humming a girl lullabies when they were upset? celebratory kisses after quidditch, bringing you snacks while you were overwhelmed in school work and actually made an effort in the relationship? they would’ve bought you a pair of red bottoms and called it a day.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Thank you, next

Yeah’

there was infact one thing that your past relationships taught you;

never date a man to ever be put in the slytherin house ever again.

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[imaginejamesandsirius]

Arranged marriage but they think that the other hates them

“You have got to be joking,” Sirius said immediately, looking between his parents for any sign that they’d attempted humor for the first time in their lives. They hadn’t. 

“I know you do not want this, but it is necessary.” 

“Why?!” he cried indignantly. 

Orion didn’t look the least bit annoyed by his firstborn’s reaction. The same couldn’t be said for Walburga; she was obviously annoyed with him. “Your mother did nothing to hide her support for the rising Dark Lord. With him gone, we now need damage control. You always knew this would happen, Sirius,” he added almost kindly. 

“Yeah, but- but that was supposed to be years from now, not before I graduated!” He sounded hysterical, and he couldn’t bring himself to care or stop. Orion had reasserted control in his household, which, fortunately for Sirius, meant no more of Walburga doing whatever she wanted disguised as discipline. He would have run away if he’d had somewhere to go, and almost had last summer anyways. That didn’t mean he was suddenly living in paradise, but at least he didn’t feel like he was being tortured anymore. Orion at least had stopped Walburga from constantly buying him skirts. “Can’t we at least wait until after that?” he begged. He rarely begged without coercion, but he would beg as much as he had to for this. He was only seventeen! An adult technically, but by no stretch of the imagination was he mature enough or ready to be married. 

Orion shook his head, actually looking sad for his son. If Sirius hadn’t been so distracted, he would have been shocked to see that. “The only reason the Potters agreed to this was because they want their heir married as soon as possible.” 

Sirius froze. “Potter? You’re marrying me off to James Potter?” he asked in disbelief. 

“Yes,” Walburga snapped, unable to keep her tongue during this- this spectacle Sirius was making. 

“Is there something wrong with that?” Orion asked. He wouldn’t change the plans based on his answer, but he was curious about his son’s reaction. It was no secret the Potter’s were a definite Light family, but he hadn’t heard of the heir mistreating Sirius in any way. 

“Does he know he’s marrying me?” 

“If he does not, he will soon enough. Why?” 

Sirius looked at his father like it was obvious. “He hates me. He hates all Slytherins. There’s no way he’ll agree.” 

“I do not believe he has much choice in the matter.” 

He frowned, panic giving way to curiosity and suspicion. “His parents don’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want.” 

“They have… reconsidered. They did not share their specific reasons with me, but they seem to think that in this matter he would choose someone unacceptable.” 

Sirius thought of Evans, the Gryffindor prefect Potter had been chasing for the entirety of their Hogwarts education, and made a face, thinking that the elderly parents had no reason to worry about her. They must have a different reason, one he didn’t have a chance of guessing without more information. Then his father’s wording caught up to him. “And I count as acceptable?” 

Walburga opened her mouth, no doubt to say something scathing, but a sharp look from her husband made her stop. She decided to leave the room entirely after a moment’s consideration. 

“You are part of an Ancient and Noble House, you are pureblood, and you are capable of bearing children.” Sirius cringed at the last part. “That is acceptable enough for them given the circumstances. Yes they would prefer if you were from a Light family and more… traditional, I assume, but I think this is the best option you will ever have.” 

He hung his head slightly. “Right,” he said bitterly. Today hadn’t been a good day for his body image, but finding out that he was soon to be married sent it into overdrive. 

“Sirius,” Orion said, waiting for his son to meet his gaze before continuing. “This is sooner than you or I wanted, but I do think it is the best option. Potter may hate all Slytherins, but from what I have heard, he has never mocked your gender and that is better than I hoped I could find for you, particularly with this Dark Lord mess. I am not going to call off this betrothal, but I want you to be happy. With Potter, you have a chance.

“The Hat nearly placed you in Gryffindor, and if you had gone there instead, I believe you would have been good friends. This is the best match for both of you.” 

Sirius nodded even though he disagreed, not bothering to ask how his father knew he’d nearly been a lion. It was probably obvious in the way he acted. 

“The meeting is this afternoon, after lunch. You and James,” his mouth quirked upwards slightly saying his first name instead of the last, “will have a chance to talk before we sign anything. Apparently his parents wish to keep up the semblance of choice.” 

Sirius sighed, smoothing a hand over his hair unnecessarily. “When’s the official announcement?” 

“The Potter’s Solstice party.” 

“Oh,” he said faintly. “That’s… soon.” ‘Soon’ felt like an understatement. In one week, he’d be officially engaged, and there was no turning back. Engagements could be broken off in the Wizarding world, but it seldom happened, and it never happened to high profile couples. In the last half a millennia, there were maybe two and both had resulted in blood feuds between the families, as well as social embarrassment for all involved. Sirius was pretty sure he’d get murdered before he was allowed to call off the wedding once they were engaged. 

Orion didn’t know what to say to that, unaccustomed to comforting anyone. He laid a hand on Sirius’s shoulder briefly, then left, leaving him alone in the large, cold room. 

Sirius numbly walked back to his room, then cast a silencing spell and screamed, venting his frustration on any object nearby. When he was done, he was breathing heavily, and only felt marginally better. He repaired everything he’d broken but knew that if he picked any of them up to put in their correct places, he’d end up throwing them again. 

He flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling for hours, though it didn’t feel like it had been that long. Someone knocked on his door and opened it a minute later when he didn’t answer. 

“Sirius?” It was Regulus. “It’s time for lunch.” 

Sirius wordlessly stood and followed him, eating on autopilot and silently getting to his feet when Orion asked him to get dressed for the meeting. 

He got dressed, finally getting his wits back as he moved. He was tempted to wear his favoured muggle attire, but he knew that he’d be forced into robes before the Potter’s showed up. Sometimes, putting up a fight for the sake of it was nice, but he just… didn’t care right now. Getting dressed in the proper clothes wasn’t a fight he felt like having. He did pull his hair back though, figuring that they might let him get away with it. If they didn’t, it would be easy to take down. 

When he walked downstairs, Walburga didn’t even glance at him, and Orion gave him a look to make sure his outfit was appropriate. His eyes lingered on his hair, but he turned back to his book without saying anything. Regulus was the only one with a smile for him, which Sirius returned, flopping on the couch next to his brother to wait for the Potter’s to arrive. 

They sat in dreaded silence-- for Sirius at least-- for several minutes before the bell rang throughout the house, a small crack signalling a house elf’s apparition to the door to answer. Orion stood and they all followed suit. “Try to behave yourself,” he said, but there was no heat behind it, merely the obligation he felt to say it. Personally, Sirius thought they overreacted; he wasn’t half so rebellious as they thought. 

Mipsy led the group of three into the room where the Blacks were waiting, bowing before leaving. The air was tense around them, but Orion, Fleamont, and Euphemia all pretended it wasn’t there. They exchanged greetings, officially presenting Sirius and James respectively, who shared uneasy looks and nods of acknowledgement. 

“How about we let these two talk while we sort out a few details?” Euphemia suggested. 

Regulus was temporarily dismissed and the adults all left them alone in the room to… what, talk? 

“Well this is great,” James said, mussing his somewhat tamed hair that must’ve taken a half hour to get that way. 

Sirius snorted. “Yeah, totally.” 

Silence. 

“So I take it this wasn’t your idea?” James ventured. 

Sirius replied with a harsh bark of laughter and shook his head. “They told me this morning. There wasn’t any ‘choice’ about it, let alone ‘idea’. You?” 

“Mum and Dad told me a few days ago, but I was trying to get out of it. Not that there’s anything wrong with you, but,” he shrugged. 

“Yeah, I know the feeling.” Although it was news to him that James didn’t think there was anything wrong with him. Maybe what he meant was that physically there was nothing wrong with him. “So where did this come from? Father said it was your parents who were out looking to marry you off quickly.” 

James made a face. “You know Evans?” 

“That Gryffindor girl you’ve been chasing for the past six years, loudly and publicly? Hard to miss.” 

He didn’t look the least bit bothered by Sirius’s somewhat condescending tone. “Yeah, well, apparently they were worried I’d get married to her or something and wanted to make sure I had pureblooded kids.” 

Sirius blinked. “Tell me you’re joking. We have to get married because your parents are worried about you and Evans getting together? She won’t give you the time of day! It’s more likely that we’d actually choose to marry each other than you’d get a date with her.” 

James rolled his eyes. “Well, I know that. But it took me a little bit to work out what they thought, and by that point they thought I’d say anything to get out of this. No offense,” he added. 

It was Sirius’s turn to roll his eyes. “Please, like I don’t know you hate me.” 

“I don’t hate you.” At Sirius’s disbelieving look, he said, “What? I don’t. I mean, yeah you’re a Slytherin and all that rot, but you seem alright.” 

“A true compliment to be sure,” he replied flatly. 

James scowled. “You look nice.” 

“What?” Sirius said, completely thrown off by the random comment. 

“You look nice,” he repeated. 

“Er, thanks?” 

“You wanted a compliment, so there.” 

“Oh. Thanks,” he said again, more genuinely this time. There was a pause, then Sirius mused, “I wonder what this will do for your reputation.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“We’re doing this to fix ours, but I can’t imagine this will help yours at all. Might make it worse, given that you’re marrying a person from a prominent Dark family, and a disgraced member of it, no less.” 

“You’re not a disgrace,” James said automatically, as if he’d said it innumerable times before. 

Sirius gave him a strange look for that but dismissed it to the back of his mind to think on later. “It’s nice that you think so,” he said airily. “What about at Hogwarts? Once the announcement is out, everyone’s opinion of you will change.” 

He shrugged, completely uncaring. “Fuck them, it doesn’t change anything.” 

Sirius shot him an amused look. “Getting married to someone you hate won’t change anything?” 

“I don’t hate you,” he repeated, looking irritated with him for even thinking it. “What I meant was it won’t change who my friends are, that I’m Quidditch Captain, or how I do in class.” 

“But it will change how the rest of your housemates treat you, what they say to you, and how they act around you. Marrying the prettiest bloke around won’t help you any since he’s in a House you openly despise,” he said with a wink. 

James glared at him, and he was slightly taken aback by how annoyed James seemed to be with him. “Stop doing that.” 

“Doing what?” he asked, genuinely confused. Salazar and his brother said he was an emotional rollercoaster. He had nothing on James. 

“Saying that I hate you. I don’t. Merlin, Sirius, the only people that hate you are arseholes.” 

Apparently the basis of James and Sirius’s relationship would be annoying the shit out of each other and lying about obvious truths. “I’m sure,” he said dryly. “Besides, why do you care? We’ll be stuck together whether I believe you hate me or not.” 

He didn’t say anything and averted his eyes. After a minute, Sirius got tired of waiting for an answer. 

“I guess you’ll have to start caring what people say about me now that we’re betrothed. Upkeep on your rep and all. Word of advice, Potter-” James held back a wince at being called by his last name “-you can’t hex any- and every- one that insults me because there will be no one left for you to talk to. Just ignore them.” 

James hated that idea, but agreed. “Fine. Oh,” he added, “and call me James.” He waved a hand vaguely. “Getting married and all, no reason to make it confusing when your last name will be the same soon.” 

Sirius tried for a grin but it came out a grimace. He gave up the effort after a few seconds. “Right. Sirius Potter.” They stood in awkward quiet for a minute before Sirius suggested they go to their parents. James readily agreed and they left, keeping a sizable distance between each other. 

*

“Moony just trust me.” 

Remus looked at him skeptically. “I trust you with me, but I don’t trust you with you.” 

“Are you not making sense on purpose?” 

Remus sighed. He loved James-- really he did-- but he could be obtuse. Hell, Remus had been the one to tell James his obsession with Sirius wasn’t as academic as he assumed. “James,” he said patiently, “just because Sirius isn’t wildly opposed to this doesn’t mean he’s going to…” fall in love “-with you. I don’t want you to get your hopes up and get hurt.” 

“I can be charming,” he said indignantly. 

“Not when you’re trying too hard you can’t.” 

James glared at him, because he knew he was right. If he was capable of wooing someone, then he and Lily would’ve had at least one date, even if it would have turned out wildly unsuccessful. “I’m not saying he will like me, I’m just saying it’s a possibility. He doesn’t hate me, and we’ll be,” James gestured vaguely, “married, so we’ll be around each other all the time. Maybe I’ll grow on him.” 

“Just be yourself. It worked for me and Pete,” he offered. 

“Neither of you fancy me though, we’re just friends,” James grumbled. 

Remus studied him for a minute before deciding that he would say it. “I think you and Sirius being friends is the most probable best case scenario you’re going to get Prongs.” James deflated, looking like a kicked puppy, and Remus wanted to take it back just so he wouldn’t look so sad but restrained himself. Barely. The words were out there, and claiming they were a lie wasn’t going to help him. “Sorry.” 

James shrugged, shoulders tight. “You’re telling the truth. It’s fine to dream sometimes but… well. I wouldn’t want to live the rest of my life waiting and hoping for something that would never happen. But I still think you’re wrong.” 

*

Their engagement was announced and everyone at the party was nice about it because that's why they'd been invited. It wasn't just the Potter's Solstice Party; it was their announcement to high society, and the guest list had been adjusted accordingly. Everyone congratulated them, and Sirius had to field a disturbingly high number of women that wanted to talk to him about their wedding night. Telling one to bugger off had ended with her getting insulted and Orion forcing Sirius to apologise. Telling another that he'd already had sex had scandalized her into lecturing him, nevermind that it was a lie. He got in trouble for that one too since Walburga had come up in the middle of the lecture, dragging him away to yell at him in private before returning to the party. After that, he just stood there and sipped at his drink and let them talk themselves hoarse. Normally he would've tried harder to get out of it, but across the room, he saw James getting similar treatment. 

Sirius held onto the vague hope that they would have a long engagement, but it wasn't really a surprise when they ended up getting married a month after announcing their engagement. He was pretty sure that Orion had said something about the Potter parents wanting for James to get married as soon as possible when he was told about this whole bloody situation. Sirius knew that some day he'd have to have sex with James, but he'd let him know in advance not to expect anything on their wedding night. They ended the day with a single kiss from the ceremony, and that was that. 

As a married couple, they had to live together. Neither of their parents were willing to let them live together all on their own when they were about to go to Hogwarts for another year, so Sirius had to move into the Potter mansion. 

He hated it. 

Oh sure it was nicer than Grimmauld Place and there were far less cursed objects to be wary of, but it felt like he was in enemy territory at all times. Him and James shared a room because of course they did, and the entire house wasn't safe from prying eyes. He had nowhere to go and relax. It sure as fuck didn't help that James kept inviting his friends over, so he couldn't even get some sodding quiet on a regular basis. Say what you want about Slytherins, but at least they were quiet. 

And James's mates came by. Every. Bloody. Day. Or almost every day, which was just as bad since he never knew what days he'd have all alone and what days would get crashed by two very loud Gryffindors. In some misguided attempt to either bother him or make him feel included, they talked to him when they were over if he wasn't busy. It meant that Sirius spent a lot of time with Euphemia. She was alright, except for the part where she was trying to teach Sirius how to take care of a household. 

His choices came down to being annoyed by her, or being annoyed by James and his mates. James, for reasons unknown, was still trying to convince Sirius that he liked him alright. So far, he'd been strong armed into learning how to clean dishes, and how to cook two kinds of soup. 

There was some good news amidst all of this. He didn't have to see his parents anymore, which was nice. They sent him a couple letters, but he didn't even have to reply. It was the sort of avoidance he didn't think he'd get for a few more years, and he was loving it. The other good news was that no one here cared how he dressed. No one yelled at him when he pulled back his hair or wore a tee for a muggle punk band. No one gave a shite that he wore denim trousers, and they didn't even get mad when he listened to his music-- he figured they would get mad if he turned it as loud as he really wanted, but they were being pretty nice to him, so he didn't bother testing it. 

He hadn't seen Regulus since moving out. Orion and Walburga were pretty strict on how they saw over break, so it wasn't all that surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising. 

"Sirius?" Euphemia said, one morning when he'd thought he had managed to get out of his spousal lessons to 'work on homework'. He wasn't doing homework; he'd finished it all in the week after they'd gotten married, which was why he'd run out of material to hide behind. He'd decided that reading his transfiguration textbook front to back was a better use of his time than letting Mrs. Potter teach him how to properly season a chicken. 

He'd thought he had a pretty good excuse up until now. He bit back a sigh and looked up at her. "Yes, Mrs. Potter?" 

"You can call me Mum or Euphemia, you know," she reminded him, just as she did every time he called her Mrs. Potter. "Your brother's here to see you." 

Sirius froze, then shot up from his seat, letting the book fall closed without marking his page. "Thanks, Mrs. Potter!" he called, running from the room. He ran to the entryway, where Regulus was standing. He looked horribly out of place here. Without the stone of Hogwarts or the dim, crowded feel of Grimmauld Place, he looked almost... too bright. Sirius was used to seeing him a lot smaller, in more bleak lighting. That was a depressing road he was going down, so he stopped thinking about that and nearly bowled him over with a hug. "Oh Merlin, I am so glad to see you." 

"That bad?" Regulus asked quietly. 

"It's-" Sirius paused. "Better than with our parents, but you're not here and I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of my only friend, so it's not like I'm getting a whole lot done without their rules." He saw that Regulus was carrying something now that he let go and had the space to see it. "What's with the bag?" 

"Hm? Oh, some things you left at Grimmauld Place." 

"If I left it there, I probably didn't want it," Sirius said, but he accepted it when Regulus handed it over. He peeked inside, then grinned. It was all the stuff that he couldn't find when he was packing. He knew that Walburga had refused to let him bring some of his belongings with him, thinking that its existence would somehow embarrass her if the Potter's found out about it. She knew that they only way to keep him from bringing some of his shite was if he couldn't find it, so. He'd kind of thought that she'd burned it, so to see that Regulus had rescued all of those items was nothing short of amazing. "Thanks." 

"I'm not sure I managed to get everything," he said apologetically, and Sirius shook his head. 

"This is plenty. Thanks. Can you- I mean, you don't have to go back right away, yeah?" 

"No, I can stay for a while." 

Sirius grinned. "Great. I'll put this away and we can... catch up. Chat. I dunno; we'll think of something." 

"Please. I'm in no hurry to get home." 

"Why? Not that I'm trying to run you off; I could use the company." 

Regulus snorted. "You remember what it's like there, don't you?" 

"Oh. Ha, yeah." 

"Sort of really sucks without you there," Regulus muttered. "Not sure how I'm going to survive another three years there." 

"You can visit." 

"Yeah, but it's not going to be the same." 

Sirius dumped the bag on his side of the bed and turned to leave again. He wanted to get in and out as quickly as he could so that he didn't have to think about the fact that he was sharing a bed with James. 

But Regulus had noticed. "You don't even get your own room?" 

"We're married," Sirius said dismissively. He grabbed Regulus's arm and pulled him from the room. Regulus reluctantly let it happen. Sirius shut the door because otherwise, who knew how long Regulus would stand there staring? 

"You shouldn't have to do that." 

"Shouldn't have to do what?" Sirius asked, looking straight at him. Challenging. Say what you mean, he silently dared. 

Regulus must have learnt some courage since Sirius moved out, because he did. "It's bad enough that you have to live here, and it's even worse that you have to sleep with him, but not getting your own room? You deserve to have some bloody space." 

"What part of married aren't you getting? Besides, it's only for the rest of the summer." 

"Right," Regulus said, rolling his eyes, "I'm sure that once you graduate from Hogwarts, he won't expect anything from you at all." 

"You make it sound like I'm being taken advantage of." 

"Aren't you?" 

"No." They stared at each other for a long moment, neither of them willing to back down. "Whatever. I don't want to argue with you. You want to play a game of Snap?" Sirius started walking down the hallway again, and Regulus followed. 

"You know I hate playing Snap." 

"Fine, we'll be boring old men and play chess. I don't know why you hate Snap; you're good at it." 

"It's too fast. You never have time to just sit and think. Besides, you're the only old one here," Regulus said, elbowing him. 

"I'm not even eighteen," Sirius said, elbowing him back. 

"Yeah, but you're married, that makes you old." 

"You're the one that likes playing chess." 

"Playing chess doesn't make you old," Regulus argued. 

"Keep telling yourself that old man." 

"You're such a shite." 

Sirius grinned at him. "See? I'm reminding you why you're glad I'm gone." 

"Try as much as you want, you won't be able to do it." 

"Aww, I knew you loved me." 

"For Salazar's sake, I'm about to leave you here all alone," Regulus threatened, but there was no heat behind it. 

Sirius hummed. "If you did that, I'd be able to finish reading all my textbooks before the start of them." 

"You're reading your textbooks?" 

"It's not like I have much else I want to be doing," Sirius said with a shrug. 

Regulus didn't say anything. When Sirius glanced at him, his face was drawn. 

"It was just a joke," Sirius said, nudging him. 

"No it wasn't," Regulus said quietly. "That makes it worse." 

"Hey, I agreed to play chess with you; let's drop all this other shite." 

"...Fine." 

*

They got through two games-- Regulus won both of them-- and had started on a third when James showed his face. Naturally, it was with his mates at his side. 

"You must be Sirius's brother," James said with an attempt at a warm smile. He fell short. 

"What gave it away," Regulus said flatly. 

"Regulus," Sirius warned. 

Regulus ignored him. "You realise we go to the same school, right Potter? We've met before." 

"Oh. Right." 

"And we saw each other at the wedding." 

"Yeah." James shifted awkwardly. "Well, just wanted to say hi before we went outside." 

Sirius waved, which Peter and Remus returned. It was awkward. They were all trying to make the best of it. Sirius grit his teeth and didn't say anything until they'd all walked away. "What the hell was that?" 

"What?" 

"You were being an arse." 

"He introduced himself to me. We've known each other for years. He's a bloody idiot." 

"Who cares? You can't treat him like that." 

"Why, because he's your sodding husband? You don't love him. You don't even like him." 

"That doesn't matter. They could stop you from visiting if they want to, and you're egging them on." 

Regulus paused. "They would do that?" 

"I dunno, but I don't want to risk it." 

"That's why you're being like this," Regulus said, leaning back in his chair. He folded his arms over his chest, looking at Sirius like he could see right through him. "You think they're going to treat you like shite if you act like yourself." 

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing, so stop making it harder. After a while, I probably won't have to do it, but for now, I'm going to bloody behave and you should too." 

"Fine." 

"Thank you." 

Regulus shook his head. "I can't believe you're doing this," he muttered. "I sort of thought that you'd never do what someone told you to." 

"Well, times change. I'm adapting." 

*

Regulus left, and with him, any sense of happiness that Sirius had managed to work up. He'd pretended he was fine for Regulus, because that's what he always did. Now that he was gone, it was hard for Sirius to convince himself that he was fine with the way things were. He had exactly one friend and it was his brother, and he buggering missed him. 

"You okay?" James asked. His mates had left for the day. His parents had had to go to some fancy party with the other hoity-toity couples of the Wizarding World. 

Sirius was laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. From the corner of his eye, he could see James sit down in one of the armchairs nearby. "Yeah," Sirius said, not putting much energy into the lie. He was bored. Reading textbooks was exactly as thrilling as it sounded. "D'you know when your parents are getting back?" 

"Party ends at midnight. I think Mum said they were staying the whole time. Why?" 

"You know what we should do?" 

"Er. No. Because we don't really do stuff together. Pretty sure you like to pretend I don't exist." 

He wasn't wrong, so Sirius didn't bother correcting him. He didn't care to make it believable right now. Sirius rolled his head to look at him. "We should have sex." 

James blinked, blushing. "What?" 

"You heard me." 

"But- but I thought you said you didn't want to." 

"Yeah, a month ago. It's different now." 

"Is it? We haven't even- I mean, we haven't kissed or anything." 

"Fine, then let's snog." 

"You want to snog?" 

"It's what I just said innit?" 

"Since when do you want to do that?" 

Sirius propped himself up. "I'm bored." 

"You want to fool around because you're bored?" James repeated doubtfully. 

It wasn't the complete truth. Yes he was bored, but that was mostly an excuse that he was giving James. The honest truth was that Regulus's visit had gotten him thinking. He'd been living in limbo. He hadn't committed to living here and being married to James because he kept hoping that it wouldn't last. Logically, he'd known that it would, but he'd needed an additional nudge. At some point, him and James were going to need to have sex, and... well, he'd gotten used to the idea. "Why are you acting like this bothers you? I've seen you check me out; it's not like you don't find me attractive." 

James's blush deepened. "Well- yeah. But there's a difference between... that, and what you're suggesting." 

"Of course there's a difference. It's a good difference. The difference is both of us getting laid." 

James cleared his throat and shifted a little in his seat. Sirius almost laughed at the realisation that James was getting turned on thinking about it, but he was finally making some progress and he wasn't going to throw it out the window. 

"We don't have to," Sirius said, letting himself fall back down onto the couch. It wasn't innocent flopping; he was giving James a chance to look at him with sex in mind without worrying that Sirius would catch him. "It was just a suggestion." 

James was silent for a minute, mulling it over. "If we did," he said, "it wouldn't... I mean, it wouldn't mean anything to you, right? We'd be the way that we are now?" 

"Right." 

He was quiet for several seconds. "Okay. If you- if you want to, we can." 

"Really?" Sirius asked, looking over at him. He'd been thinking about it for the past couple hours, but he hadn't expected for James to give in so easily. 

James nodded, and Sirius grinned at him. 

"Awesome." 

*

Regular sex was pretty nice. It had been awkward as hell the first few times, but for the most part, they'd worked it out. James still thought it was weird that Sirius liked to keep his shirt on. And he didn't really seem to understand why Sirius was cool with being close while they were having sex but didn't like it afterwards. Sirius had a personal bubble, okay? Touching during sex made it good; touching after sex made him feel crowded and uncomfortable. James was pretty content to hug a pillow instead, so it's not like it was a big loss for him. 

Now that Sirius had his favourite stuff back, it was easier to pass the time. He still messed Regulus. He'd been forced to learn how to cook one type of curry, and Mrs. Potter had doubled up on the lesson so he now knew how to bake a chocolate cake, too. 

James would get a birthday cake from him over his dead body. They were sort of getting along now. They didn't talk for fun, but they could at least hold a conversation over dinner. But Sirius wasn't about to bake for him. Combined with the sex, it would probably make James think that Sirius was happy to be married to him. 

He knew what would happen to him if James thought that. Completely and utterly taken for granted. Expected to cook and clean all by himself. Expected to have sex with his dear husband whenever the hell it was requested. 

Yeah. Sirius wasn't doing that. Had James acted like that before? No, but things changed. It was a risk Sirius wasn't going to take. Besides, Mrs. Potter would probably send James some cupcakes on his birthday, so it's not like he'd be suffering or summat. 

"What are we doing when we get to Hogwarts?" James asked one night as they laid in bed. James was hugging his pillow, and Sirius was enjoying his space as he cooled off. 

"What do you mean?" 

"The... sex. Are we going to keep doing it?" 

"Probably," Sirius said, then thought better of it. "I mean, I want to keep doing it. I've gotten used to it." 

"'Gotten used to it'," James repeated, sounding amused. That, at least, was a relief. Back at the start of this, James had been hurt by just about everything Sirius said, thinking that he meant it as a personal attack. He'd calmed down since then, realising that it was how Sirius talked-- also Sirius had told him that if he wanted to insult him, he'd be much more deliberate and direct about it. "Good to know. I guess we'll figure it out once we're there." 

"You act like we can't sneak into each other's dorms." 

James wrinkled his nose. "I'm not going to the Slytherin common room." 

"You're such a baby," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "Fine, I'll go to the Gryffindor one. Assuming your roommates won't mind." 

"They'll get over it." 

Sirius snorted. "Glad to see you're such a good person to live with." 

"Hey, you've been doing it for two months, and you've survived." 

"I guess." 

"You guess you've survived?" James said, laughing. 

"Bugger off," Sirius said, shoving at his arm. 

James laughed some more, turning on his side to face him. "I'm pretty happy I married you." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah," he said warmly. 

That smile looked far too sincere. It made Sirius's chest constrict uncomfortably. "I guess I could've married someone worse," Sirius said, and James laughed again. 

"Thanks." 

*

They'd been back at school for two days, and Sirius was already tired of it. Post came in the third morning, and Sirius got a rather thick envelope from James's parents addressed to him. When he opened it, he saw that about half of its contents were actually for James. He separated them, then walked over to the Gryffindor table. 

"Do us both a favour and tell your parents to send you your own post instead of shoving it in with mine," Sirius said, sliding it next to James's plate. 

James frowned. "Why did they send it to you?" 

"How the hell should I know? You're the one that's known them your whole life," Sirius said. Then he left, because he didn't actually have anything else to say. 

*

Sirius was going to kill James. No arguments. He was going to buggering murder him, and he'd deserve it. He was flirting with Evans. Again. Or perhaps 'still' would've fit better. He was still flirting with Evans, because the last time that they'd all been at school, he'd flirted with her then, too. At no point had he seen her and decided to leave well enough alone. 

Sirius wanted to bash his head in. Did he not remember that he was married? And Sirius was having sex with him! It's not like he was preventing James from getting any action; he was the action. 

Peter was a very good person to have on your side. Sirius knew this because when Peter noticed Sirius walking towards them, looking furious, he tried to get James's attention. Unfortunately, James was an idiot who ignored him and didn't seem to realise that a damn thing was wrong until Sirius yanked on his arm. Hell, even then he didn't get it. "Ow, what the- oh, hi Sirius. What's up?" he asked, completely innocent of his own misdeeds. 

Sirius grit his teeth. He would've preferred if James had known what he did wrong. "A word," Sirius growled, dragging him away. He wasn't nice about it, either. 

"Okay, you're kind of hurting me. Do you mind loosening up?" James said. 

Sirius ignored him and did no such thing. Being nice to his husband was a benefit James got when he wasn't being a total twat. He pulled him into an abandoned classroom and slammed the door, finally letting James go. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" 

"What? What did I do?" 

"You were hitting on Evans!" 

"So? It's not like she's going to say yes." 

"You're married." To ME, Sirius almost added, but he held back. It wouldn't matter to James that he was married to Sirius, but it mattered that he was married. 

"You said that you didn't want us sleeping together to change anything." 

Sirius glared at him, the urge to punch him intensifying. "I meant that I'm not in love with you, not that you get to pretend you're not married, you bloody idiot." 

"I think you're overreacting," James said, oblivious to the way Sirius's anger rose sharply. "I've been flirting with Lily since I was eleven, and she's no more likely to respond positively to it now than she was when I started." 

"It's not about her. I don't give a shit about her." 

"Then what's the problem?" 

"Do you have any idea how that looks? How it makes me look? If my parents hear about this, they're going to send me a bloody Howler. More to the point, if I ever catch you flirting with someone ever again, I'm going to hex your bollocks off. Got it?" 

"Erm. Got it. I still don't see why you care so much. It's not like anyone thinks we're in love," James said. "It's not like cheating you or summat." 

"You're not getting this," Sirius growled. Punching James would hurt his hand, but it would make him feel better. He was sorely tempted to give it a try and see how it went. 

"No, I'm not getting it," James agreed. "Why would you care?" 

Sirius grabbed his tie and yanked James down to his eye level, knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the fabric. "Don't. Do it. Again. Understand?" 

James swallowed. "Yep," he said, sounding strained. 

"Good." Sirius pulled him in and kissed him. It wasn't very nice. It was too hard, and Sirius still had half a mind to hit him. "I'll see you in class," he said, releasing his tie and breezing past him to leave the room. 

*

"I think Sirius likes me," James said. 

"Really?" Peter asked doubtfully. "Because he kind of looked like he wanted to kill you." 

Remus nodded. "Kill you painfully and get his brother to help him hide the body." 

"Yeah, but after he yelled at me, he kissed me. That means something, right?" 

"Probably means that he likes getting snogged," Peter said. 

"I think you're wrong." 

"Do you have any proof for that?" Remus asked. "Or do you just want it to be true." 

"Hey, we're shagging now. That's progress that neither of you thought I would make when we got engaged." 

They both blinked at him. "I would love to have that amount of confidence," Peter said. 

"Oh shut it," James grumbled. "He totally loves me." He could've done without thinking that Sirius was going to kill him before that realisation, but it was nice to know all the same. 

"Keep living the dream, Prongs," Remus said. 

"Get bent." 

*

Sirius blinked at the wrapped present in front of him. "What is this?" 

"A gift," James said. 

"Why?" 

"Because it's your birthday." 

"So?" 

"So you're my husband, and it's your birthday, and generally spouses give gifts on important dates like anniversaries and birthdays. Are you going to open it?" 

Sirius continued to stare down at it. James had gotten him a present. 

James took his silence as a no. "Alright. Well, I hope you like it." He leaned forward and gave Sirius a quick peck on the cheek, then left for class. Sirius didn't have anything in this time slot, so he was free to stand there and be confused. 

He got him a present. Because they were married and it was his birthday. That was... thoughtful. His parents had never given him any presents on his birthday before. James had even taken the time to wrap it. He knew that it was James that had wrapped it and not someone else, because it wasn't professional. The ribbon wrapped around the edges wasn't perfectly even, and the bow had crinkled in places from where James had tied it then redone it. He turned it upside down for a moment and noticed that some of the edges from the uncoloured part were peeking through. 

Sirius stared at the gift for a while longer. Longer than he would've done if anyone had been around to see it, but it was on in his mind on a loop. James got me a present. Eventually, Sirius had to open it. What if it was a joke gift? What if it was socks? Then he would've been standing here like a dumbarse for no reason. 

He slid the ribbon aside and tore open the paper, then stared some more. Chocolates. 

He tried to tell himself that that was a pretty generic gift, especially for a married couple, but it was his favourite flavour. White chocolate with cherries. That wasn't something James picked off the shelf at a guess. The Honeydukes in Hogsmeade didn't even carry this; they only had it at their location in Diagon Alley. James had gone out of his way to get these for Sirius. There was a bar and some truffles, both of which they carried, but there was also fudge in the same flavour and a lollipop. He'd had to ask for them special. That took time. How long had he been planning this? 

And Sirius had never told him that these were his favourite, so how did he know? Regulus would sooner switch to Hufflepuff than he would talk to James, which meant that James had heard Sirius talk to Regulus about how Honeydukes had been out when he went to pick up his school supplies for the year and then was sad about it. That was ages ago-- in the summer. James had heard him mention it to someone else months ago, and he remembered it. 

It left him even more speechless than before, somehow. James... liked him. That was the only explanation. Sirius had sort of thought that James was just playing nice this whole time, but he hadn't; he actually liked Sirius. Despite every reason not to. Bloody hell, how long had that been going on? Why would he like Sirius in the slightest after everything? It's not like Sirius had been the best roommate during summer, and now that they were at Hogwarts, Sirius didn't seek him out to talk. They had most of their classes together, and sure, they had to talk during meals a few times a week over whatever James's parents had sent them in the morning post. Yeah, Sirius snuck into his dormitory a couple times throughout the week so they could fool around, but... that didn't... oh fuck. He liked James too. When the hell did that happen? And how did he not notice until now? 

*

Sirius was smug as he leaned back. He wiped at his face with the back of one hand-- really, why did sucking someone off have to be so messy?-- and crawled up to be beside him. "Thanks for the chocolates," he whispered, kissing James's cheek softly. 

"Guh," James tried, then took a couple more breaths. "I think you sucked my brains out." 

"Good," Sirius said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

James didn't respond for a minute. His eyes looked sort of glazed over. "Not complaining," he said slowly, "but you could've just said thank you." 

"Yeah," Sirius agreed. He laid his head down next to James's, on his side, and one leg curled over on him. 

He felt James shift to glance at him. "Sorry. Give me a minute, and I can get you off." 

"Don't worry about it." 

"You sure?" 

"Yeah." 

"...You okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" 

James didn't say anything for a minute. "I don't mind it, but you're... not acting like you normally do." 

"You mean how normally I run to the other side of the bed?" 

"Yeah." 

Sirius sighed. "I dunno. Felt like cuddling, is all." 

"Does that mean you won't get mad at me if I put an arm around you?" 

"Go for it." 

James tentatively put his arm around Sirius, and when he didn't get poked in the side for it, he relaxed. 

*

"You know what's weird? I think Sirius likes you now," Remus said. He had far too much surprise in his tone for James's liking. 

"Yeah. He was really happy that I'd given him a present on his birthday, so I figured more presents would make him like me more." It wasn't his best idea, but Sirius seemed to like the attention. Of course, his thanks usually came in the form of mind-blowing sex, so that was nice too. Not to say that the sex was the only reason he kept getting Sirius gifts. They got closer. Sirius actually cuddled with him now. He liked the closeness. Being able to hold him was-- not to be melodramatic-- a dream come true. He didn't think it would stop if he stopped getting Sirius presents, but he really did like how thrilled Sirius was by it every single time. Now, would he prefer that Sirius liked him just for him? Of course. But he was going to take what he could get. 

"So you've been buying him a whole bunch of gifts to make him like you?" Peter asked. 

"Pretty much." 

"What happened to winning him over with your charms?" Remus asked. 

"Bugger off." 

Remus, the unsympathetic arse, laughed. "Maybe you should get him a necklace so that he'll shag you." 

James didn't say anything, but something in his face must've given him away because Peter said, "Woah, he's sleeping with you already? You must be over the bloody moon. I'm shocked you've kept your mouth shut about it. How long ago did it happen?" 

"I'm not telling you pricks anything." 

"A while, then," Remus guessed. Peter nodded in agreement. 

"Bugger off," James said again, grabbing his bag. He'd go to the library to get his homework done since clearly he wasn't going to get it done in here tonight. 

He opened the door and Remus called, "Why don't you order him a necklace and he'll go down on you!" 

"Shut it!" James said, closing the door a bit harder than he'd meant. Things went from bad to worse when he turned and saw Sirius standing a few steps down, face close off. "Er." Shite. "It's not what it sounded like. Remus was just being an arse." 

"I'm sure," he said tightly. He had his own bag slung over his shoulder, and one hand was raised, holding the strap in place. His sleeve had fallen down a little, making the bracelet on his wrist visible. James had bought it for him a week after his birthday. Sirius had liked it so much that he'd ridden James that night, holding him close the entire time. 

"Sirius," James said desperately, "it- it really wasn't what it sounded like." 

"Don't touch me," Sirius mumbled, slapping his hand away when it got too close. With a shaking hand, he took the bracelet off and slipped it into his pocket. When he looked at James again, he was glaring. "You don't talk to your friends about me. Not like that. Understand?" 

"I wasn't. They said that it seemed like you like me now, and I said it was probably because of the presents." 

"I fail to see how that helps you." 

"I buy you presents because it makes you happy! They were making jokes about it- sodding, buying sex or summat, but that's not what it was." 

Sirius gave a short, unconvinced hum. "You don't talk about our sex life with them. Not what we do, what we don't do, or how often. What leads up to it, or what we do afterwards. Got it?" 

"I wasn't-!" James threw up his hands. "You know what? Fine. I promise. It's no bloody wonder you don't understand; it's not like you have friends." 

Sirius didn't say anything. He didn't change his expression. 

There was a little pulse of adrenaline with being such a complete and total tosser, and James clenched his jaw instead of apologising. He was pissed, okay? Sirius was accusing him of gossiping and talking shite about him to his mates, and then he didn't listen when James tried to tell him that he hadn't done anything of the sort. Sirius should trust him more. 

When Sirius silently turned and walked down the stairs, that's what James told himself: he should trust me more. 

For his part, Sirius was thinking that it would make Regulus's day if he told him that he could punch James. Since James would know exactly why it happened, it's not even like Regulus would have to dodge a return punch or anything. Pissed off as he was, though, he didn't want for James to get hurt. It would be satisfying for about two hours, and then he'd feel guilty. And instead of working through whatever the fuck was going on with James, he'd have to apologise. He wasn't in the mood to apologise, and he knew that he wouldn't be any time soon. 

*

Sirius couldn't have been more surprised to see James if he tried. Because Sirius was in bed. In his own dormitory. And James was standing there awkwardly, surrounded by green like he'd sworn he would never do. "What the-?" There was noise as someone passed by the door, and Sirius yanked James onto his bed and closed the curtain. Absently, he cast a silencing spell, then turned to James. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"Erm. Apologising," James said sheepishly. "In theory. You kind of look like you want to kick my arse, so I'm not sure I'll get it all out." 

"You're apologising?" He'd kind of thought that James wouldn't. He'd make some sort of gesture, Sirius would stop being mad at him, and that was close enough. Even if he had thought James was going to apologise, he thought it would've taken more time. Not a couple hours. 

"That was the intention." 

Sirius blinked. "Alright." He leaned back, effecting casualness. He wondered if James had noticed that he'd put the bracelet back on. "Let's hear it." 

"I'm sorry I said you don't have any friends. Regulus is your best mate, and it's not like you can really get along with the other people in Slytherin because they're all arseholes." 

"You're an arsehole." 

"Yeah, but I'm an arse in a way that's sometimes likeable. They keep... mocking you and calling you a girl. Say what you want about me, but at least I've never done that." 

"The bar is really buggering low there, James." 

"That's my point. The bar is low and none of them can reach it. So, y'know, I'm not actually judging you for not having friends." 

"You're not very good at apologising." 

James made a face. "Yeah. Sorry. I don't have a whole lot of practice." 

"Stop telling me that I don't have any friends, for one." 

"But... you don't." 

"Yeah, but I already know that. That's not what I'm mad at you for." 

"It isn't?" James asked. 

"No." He'd thought it was pretty obvious what he was mad about. "Why do think I'm mad about that?" 

"Because I said it to be mean?" James guessed. 

Sirius blew out a breath. "Look. You... you said that you didn't... you know. Tell your mates anything, right?" 

"I didn't tell them anything." 

Sirius nodded slowly and swallowed past the lump in his throat. "People just- they always want to know, you know?" 

"Er. I don't know, actually." 

Sirius squirmed uncomfortably. "The me-being-a-bloke thing. They want to know every sodding detail. Who tops. If I left you touch me. If you go down on me. If I do it for you." 

"That's fucked up." 

"Yeah. And I get that we're married and you don't- love me or anything, but I want all of that to be private. I know it's normal locker room talk but-" 

"No, I get it. Really, Sirius, I didn't say anything to them. They were teasing me about trying so hard to get you to like me, and... yeah." 

Sirius wasn't entirely sure he believed that. "You're trying to get me to like you?" he asked instead. 

"Well, yeah. I thought it was kind of obvious." 

"It sort of was." 

"Then why are you questioning me about it?" James asked. "You're a hard bloke to understand, you know that?" 

"Comes with being so gorgeous." 

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" James asked hopefully. Merlin, he was so bloody cute. 

Sirius blew out a breath. "It's in the works. I don't think your mates like me very much, though." 

"What they don't like is that I talk about you all the time. They like you fine." 

Sirius hummed. "Whatever." They'd have plenty of time to get used to each other. 

*

James slid a small box across the table. It was a ring box-- that much was obvious. There was a small, professionally done bow tacked on top. 

"What is this?" Sirius asked. Since the whole blow up they'd had with James's friends over presents, James had stopped. Because Sirius told him to and James agreed. This was not holding to that agreement. 

"I know you said no more presents, but trust me, this one doesn't count." 

"How does it not count?" 

"Open it, and you'll see." 

"If I don't see, does that mean I get to push your face in a bowl of pudding?" 

James rolled his eyes. "Sure." 

Satisfied with that answer, Sirius pulled the box towards himself and opened it. Then he blinked. "This is an engagement ring." 

"Yeah." 

Sirius looked up at him. "Why? You do realise we're already married, right?" 

"Yeah but," James hesitated. Slowly, he reached his hand across the table. He hovered for a moment, then laid his hand down on Sirius's wrist. "I erm. I really care about you, Sirius. Even if we hadn't been forced into this... I'd still want to be married to you." 

He couldn't breathe. The room felt four times smaller than it had a minute ago. Had it gotten hotter? He was pretty sure it had gotten warm in here because his palms were sweaty. Where James's fingers were circled around around his wrist felt like it was about to burn. 

"I don't want to say that you feel the same way, but I think that maybe you don't mind me quite as much as when we started all this." 

"I don't-" Sirius stuttered. He couldn't breathe. He closed the box. 

James's face fell, but he smiled right after. He was smiling, but he looked more sad than Sirius had ever seen him before. "It's okay. I didn't think you'd accept, but I had to try." He pulled his hand back and grabbed the box, trying to take it. 

Sirius clamped his fingers around it. 

"Erm, Sirius?" 

He took a deep breath-- maybe the key had been getting the ring out of sight. 

James tugged on the ring box, and Sirius glared at him. 

"Mine." 

James's eyebrows went up. "Excuse me?" His grip went slack enough that Sirius could snatch the ring box out of reach. 

"Mine," Sirius said again. 

"I don't think you can say no to the proposal, and then keep the ring. I'm pretty sure that's not how that works." 

Sirius doubled down on his glare. "I didn't say no." 

"Saying nothing in the moment counted as an answer," James said, but mostly he looked confused. "And the answer was no." 

"Then I'm taking that answer back and replacing it with a different one." 

"And that different answer would be?" James was so buggering adorable. Sirius thought it was obvious that he was about to say yes, but James had an expression like he had no idea where this was going. 

"It's a..." Sirius chickened out. "Sort of yes," he finished instead of the complete yes that he'd wanted to say. He wasn't ready for that. He hated it, but he wasn't ready. James was here, laying his heart on the line, and Sirius could barely meet him half way. He figured James would be okay with it though, considering how the rest of their relationship had gone. "I'm keeping the ring but I'm not wearing it yet." 

"But you do want to wear it some day?" James asked slowly. 

Sirius nodded. 

James beamed like that made his entire damn week. "Okay. Yeah, no, that's- that's great. You can take as much time as you need." 

Merlin, Sirius wanted to kiss him. So he did. 

#prongsfoot #marauders #fanfic #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #getting together #married #slytherin sirius #no voldemort au #hogwarts time #siriuslystarbucks #Anonymous

[ikemen-bully]

The Heroine’s Importance

I already posted this on my main blog but now that I have blog exclusively for otome game I rather keep it there.

Back then when Utapri and Hakuouki were the notorious reverse harems of their time, their heroines were as hated as the anime was loved. A weird phenomenon since they’re… the heroine of those shows.

Haruka Nanami was even the driving force of the show. In Utapri, which was an anime about music, she was the one with the idea that the boys should come together and become idols. She’s the reason why STARISH exists in the first place.

For Hakuouki, the case was a bit different. It was a historic anime where the warriors of the Shinsengumi were changed into bishonen (a bit in the similar fashion that Ikemen Sengoku is today) and even if it followed some real events, a plot about human experimentation and oni was also included.

In this story Chizuru Yukimura wasn’t the responsible of the Shinsengumi, but we could see the story through her eyes and assisted the evolution of the story through her.

Both did their job as the heroine. The story was enjoyable.

To me it was weird to try to dissociate the quality the anime with the quality of their heroine. If the heroine was this awful, how her presence didn’t ruin the anime for those who hated her?

Well obviously because of the boys, who were kind of the point of those anime. After all they were put forward, especially in Hakuouki, for a reason.

Still it was unfair to judge them so cruelly, so today in fandom, this behaviour is criticized.

Now we even get positivity for the heroine, such as putting them on an equal foot as the boys! Which is great!

But is it true?

I thought about doing this post because I thought of a short-lived trend in anime which revealed a certain behaviour in both the creators of those anime and their fandom.

“The heroine matter as much as the boys”

The anime which started this trend in my eyes was Amnesia.

In this story the heroine wakes up without her memories and her soul linked to a fairy, Orion, which collided with her and made her lose her memories this way.

It had an original concept, stunning visual, wonderful OST (an opening by Yanagi Nagi!), it looked mysterious and I was very curious about it.

To my dismay, the anime was boring to say the least. And it wasn’t because it was a reverse harem so it was to be expected. Utapri and Hakuouki had their flaws but they weren’t outright uninteresting.

The problem that was the most noticeable was the heroine which didn’t even have a name or a personality.

So as the anime can make you guess, the heroine has amnesia. She’s lost at the beginning of the anime, making this premise interesting. After all when a character has amnesia, one of the points of the story is to make them recover their memories.

Which means that the heroine will be a very important character, even more since everything is from her POV! Right? Right?

The heroine doesn’t evolve throughout the story. She’s merely there for the boys to be in love with her past self, the one before she had amnesia and even if she cares for them (as a heroine always has to do) she doesn’t really love any and just adapts to the one she’s supposed to love in the animated route.

I can’t say that the heroine of Amnesia is badly written since she’s barely written at all. She’s there to support the boys and forgive anything which happens to her. For example being harassed or get sequestrated in a cage :

Even in this situation where the love interest keep her in a cage, she care more about how much he does that to “protect her” :

.Except to protect herself from direct danger (and even like this she needs Orion to tell her to be careful because she can’t think for herself), she doesn’t care about her own well being as much as a normal human being would.

Brothers conflict have a simpler plot where the heroine’s father marries a woman who has 13 sons, making her their only step sister.

Different conflict with the brothers will arise and it’s already challenging to try to develop the characters when there’s 13 of them. With only 12 episodes, not all of them will fall in love with Ema? the heroine, but enough of them will, to make it as confusing as possible.

In this anime we meet the same kind of heroine as Amnesia, where the heroine doesn’t have much personality for herself. Or at least, the only noticeable personality traits of Ema is to love having a family which she will repeat at any given opportunity.

I really hated the guys in this anime for how egotistical they were as soon as they fall in love. Once again the heroine doesn’t crush on anyone, making them all forceful toward her.

Despite this, the heroine would somewhat express that she doesn’t want her relationship with them to turn romantic.

If anything the heroine’s main presence will be about how uncomfortable she is that her brothers try to seduce her.

But again, what matters the most is that they love her, not that she doesn’t return those feelings back and she even gets depressed over it :

A revelation is made about the heroine which will make her depressed about the whole situation, especially that her brothers fight over her.

But it won’t be used to develop her as a character or to make them aware of it. It’ll be used for a romantic moment with one of her love interest, who will kiss her even if he know how much it disturb her :

The heroine is kissed multiple times by attractive guys yes, but who she doesn’t love and explicitly rejects at the end of the anime.

And even if she gets kissed, the heroine is just worried about the situation of the family, not how herself is treated by them. She never says, “what about me? Why are you kissing me when all I want is for you to stop?” or anything similar. She cares about them more than she cares about herself.

And even though she’s supposedly uncomfortable by their behaviour, she doesn’t seem like that most of the time, just enthusiastic about having a family as usual.

At the end of the anime, a lot of people were upset that the heroine didn’t choose anyone. Why would she have to when we see how the guys act?

The behaviour of the boys

A thing that we can notice in all of this is that sometimes, the guys can be really awful to the heroine but as she doesn’t care about herself, she won’t hold any mistreatment toward her person against any of them. For example at the end of brothers conflict even when she reject one of the guys, “no” doesnt mean “no”.

But why are they authorized to be egoistic and possessive without any consequences? In brothers conflict, one of the guys even tries to rape her in her sleep and blame her for that :

But again despite this, I’ve never seen hate against this character, while, like it always happen, a lot of hatred is directed to Ema.

The guys are never hated for their actions because everything they do is depicted as being romantic (even if it definitely aren’t like the scene above) and it’s motivated by their love or their pain anyway.

“Love make them go crazy” because, after all, they can’t help it, they love the heroine so much that some accidents are bound to happen, like trying to undress her in her sleep or keeping her in a cage for her own good :

It’s just an accident! They can’t help it!

But sometime it can perfectly be a conscious choice but again, not shown as being cruel.

The last anime which has this tendency to not develop their main character at all was Diabolik Lovers, where Yui Komori gets stuck with 6 sadistic vampire who abuse her daily.

We enter in the kink theory here, and being masochist and finding the idea of bitten hot isn’t a problem. The problem is that in the story, Yui is blocked in this place and she obviously doesn’t enjoy to be the playthings of those men :

Each time she is bitten she expresses that she wants it to stop. But they don’t care. Because in Diabolik Lovers, Yui isn’t their love interest but their prey.

Again we have the same problem as the other heroines where she has no real personality beside caring about the boys above herself. In this case it’s even worse because the guys are predators who will hurt Yui without any second thoughts, but she acts like they are acquaintances . Despite all the abuse she goes through at their hands she goes to them to casually start a discussion which will always end up with her being abused :

The last time she interacted with him let’s see what happened :

Once again there’s a priorities on her interacting with the boys rather than making her behavior have any sense.

What is weird with this anime, in particular, is how much the heroine is blamed for not fighting back…while she can’t. They overpower her anyway.

But the guys aren’t hated for acting this way in the first place. Isn’t it odd? Yui is victim blamed and even if she suffers, we’re never shown the real impact that such daily abuse would have on her. She even worries about them at the littlest injury they can have :

While they’re the one hurting her :

Or if they ever care about her wound it’s because someone else did it to her and they feel entitled to her body, so they want to fight the other person :

Despite the statement that they’re equal, in anime such as these it’s not the case because the guys are given excuses for their bad behavior, while the heroine has to deal with it and put them above herself.

Still, they’re supposed to be equal so despite everything the heroine can end up to be liked… but in this context it is weird.

In the case of Yui who cares about her abuser no matter what, she gets praised for caring about the guys :

She cares about them without real explanation because all the interaction with her in the anime lead to abuse at some point. It can be the Stockholm Syndrome but it’s not depicted as anything else other than your usual heroine caring about the people around her, even if they abuse her.

As such, people tend to praise her for what she’s designed to do : putting them above her.

She even gets shipped with those who torment her and the self destructive attitude she has to help them no matter how much they hurt her is glorified.

If she is loved, if she matters, why should she be paired with those who hurt her the most?

They don’t lash out to her because they’re upset, it’s a behaviour that they consciously do like above with the cage. You can’t possibly “accidentally” put someone in a cage because you’re “protective”.

But at the end even if the heroine “matters as much as the boys” there’s a priority on them being healed by her rather than her own well being. Even if Yui gets traumatized, it doesn’t matter as much as the trauma of the guys and her neglecting herself for one of her abusers who won’t even care about her happiness, since all they want is to have her.

In the same way, it doesn’t matter that the heroine of Amnesia has been drugged and kept in a cage : Toma, the love interest, does it for her own good since she’s getting harassed and we have to be sad about how much he becomes insane for her sake. We shouldn’t worry how horrific the situation is for the heroine but try to understand him.

For Ema, we have to care about how much the guys have fallen for her and how much it puts a toll on them that she doesn’t reply to those feelings. It doesn’t matter that she shown no desire to be with any of them since the beginning, even when she finally rejects them, they can kiss her because they matter the most.

And in fandom space, her importance is still limited to her catering to the boys, and even if it’s supposed to be mutual love, they never care about her feelings to the point of respecting her.

It doesn’t matter what they do to her, she has to care for them despite anything. Those heroines are written as such, and the fandom accepts them this way too.

She doesn’t matter as much as they do, because if she was, her feelings would matter and she wouldn’t be written as being “caring” at the expense of herself.

You can say that since she’s the heroine, it’s normal that she cares about the boys, since the point of reverse harem is to have attractive boys first. And I would agree with that if it wasn’t so exaggerated.

Now not all reverse harems are written this way. There’s actually reverse harems where the heroine matters as much as the guys.

For example in Dance with Devils, Ritsuka, the heroine, constantly searches to know the truth which is hidden from her. It can seem foolish since it mostly puts her in danger though.

But to this, she also get rightly upset when one of the guys try to seduce her and something literally inexistent in reverse harem, she can even slap him for his misconduct! :

She can even get depressed about how manipulated she ends up to be. For this reason, she end up lashing out at one of the guys :

Her emotions matter and you have to remember that Dance with Devils was out around the same time than the second season of Diabolik Lovers :

The heroine of the anime above never had the right to be sad about their situation, their feelings weren’t pushed forward. They have no right to be sad or upset, just kind and caring and nothing else.

At the end of the anime, Ritsuka even received hate for the choice because it was about herself, not about her love interest.

Amnesia, Brothers Conflict and Diabolik Lovers heroine’s exist only to care for the boys while at least the ones of Dance with Devils exist to have the guys attracted to her but also to pursue her own goals.

As such, it’s a mistake to say that all the heroines matter as much as the boys because it can be factually wrong in the way they’ve been created.

I don’t like that the heroines are automatically hated for being the heroine, but I don’t think it’s fair to praise them just for this reasons either.

They all have been written with different level of writing and for differents purpose, one of them being only there for the guys and not the other way around.  For this reason, they should be judged differently, and people should accept that others will not like all of them.

Reverse Harem heroines are all different because the anime they are in have been done with different sake in mind. Reverse harem are like any other type of anime : with good and bad anime, good and bad protagonist.

And it would be better to accept this diversity than trying to frame all the heroine as the same.

Hopefully now the heroine’s tend to not be written that way anymore and tend to matter as much as the guys in the anime too.

#diabolik lovers #brothers conflict #amnesia memories #yui komori #ema hinata #heroine amnesia #Ritsuka tachibana #dance with devils

[milf-lover42]

Bellatrix and Azula are the same character, change my mind

As most people can tell, Bellatrix Lestrange is my all time favorite character. I might get new favorites every time I watch a new show, and they all share a general similarity (let’s face it… I have a type, and if you’re reading this here on tumblr dot com… you do too, don’t lie). However, no character has ever come close to beating Bellatrix for top spot. And then I watched A:TLA for the first time a few weeks ago. I didn’t watch it as a kid, I was just young enough (2003 babeyy) that I wasn’t watching tv when it was on. Azula is obviously my favorite from this show, and is also the only character to ever come close to Bellatrix’ spot in my heart. But thinking about this and all the headcanons that people have made for the Black family dynamic… it seems like a pretty straightforward connection. Azula is essentially just a young Bellatrix.

Almost all of these Black family headcanons have been taken from fanfictions I have read over the years, and so the credit goes to their respective authors. Many overlap so I cannot pinpoint each author to each one, and it has been a while since reading some of them. Most notable of these would be Glass Silence by Zarrene Moss. There are many more fantastic stories I have drawn from but I couldn’t remember every fanfiction I’ve read to pick out each detail. For all the Azula stuff, I am drawing from Hello Future Me’s video on Youtube “The Psychology of Azula | Avatar: The Last Airbender”. If you want to spend an hour watching that I highly recommend it. Basically none of this is mine, I’m just using the headcanons and research of others to tie Bellatrix to Azula.

Let’s start with their family dynamics. Bellatrix is the oldest of the Black sisters, and has no brother. Although not stated in canon, (because apparently she’s too minor a character to deserve a backstory) it is presumed that all the duties of a male heir fell to her in a way. Marry young and marry a rich pureblood, carry on the family name and power, and secure a high social standing. Pureblood society is extremely archaic, if the treatment of muggle-borns is anything to go by, so we can safely assume that they are a very patriarchal society. Cygnus and Druella Black almost certainly wanted a son to carry on their name, especially given Walburga and Orion had both Sirius and Regulus. We can also assume that they weren’t exactly the kindest parents. At best, Druella was a silent wife subjected to abuse from her husband and ultimately was unable to keep her children safe; at worst she actively joined Cygnus in abusing their children. Each of the sisters have a unique way of dealing with this. 

Andromeda handled it by running away, completely rebelling. She fell in love with Ted Tonks, a muggle-born. I doubt this in itself was an act of rebellion, I think she simply realized how stupid blood supremacy was after speaking to him. Once she fell in love it’s clear she wanted to break away from her family so that she could marry him. Clearly her parents knew, and it’s likely she told them herself. Given Ted was a muggleborn I can’t imagine her parents reacting with a simple, “No he is beneath you, we forbid it.” They probably acted harshly in an attempt to make it stick in her head that the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black would not associate with m*dbloods. Either she ran away or was kicked out, but either way she stayed with Ted and didn’t listen to her parents.

Narcissa shut off and blocked all her emotions. Obviously as an adult she actively practices the same beliefs her parents did, but as a teenager I don’t see this as being who she was. As an adult she is very cold and unemotional. The only person she truly cares about is her son, Draco. She cares about Bella still, she just doesn’t show it because she wasn’t allowed to as a child. As for her feelings toward Lucius... it is unclear. Depending on where you stand, she either could have been forced into a marriage with him, or they were in love as teenagers and got lucky enough that their parents arranged for them to marry each other. My personal opinion is they were forced. I think Lucius was supposed to be married to Andy but when she ran away, the Blacks had to hold up their end of the deal with the Malfoy’s and so Narcissa was married off to him. She embodies the whole “Ice Queen” personality. In order to cope with the trauma and her unwanted marriage, she just blocked all emotion to keep herself sane, only showing it for Draco.

And then we come to Bellatrix. Bellatrix, who had too many expectations to live up to, so many roles to fill, and no positive reinforcement from parents who just abused her if she messed up. She felt everything. She was the oldest and cared greatly for her younger sisters, and probably did her best to take any of the abuse that was going to be given to Narcissa or Andromeda. She used herself as their shield because they were the most important thing to her. Even after joining Voldemort and going insane she makes it very clear how she feels about Narcissa. Bellatrix would follow Voldemort's orders to the ends of the Earth, but the second she is asked to trust Snape, she says that Voldemort has made an error in judgement. Cissa wants to go to him and ask him to keep Draco safe, but Bellatrix advises against this. Only when her sister is in potential danger does Bellatrix doubt her master. Even at the height of her insanity her sister is the most important thing to her. We can assume as a child she felt the same for Andy. In fact in my opinion she never really stopped caring about her until Azkaban, I think she pretended to hate her when she came out about Ted Tonks, but only did so so that Andy would run away and live her life with the man she loved. She was safer away from their parents anyway. It didn’t matter if Bellatrix thought negatively about muggle-borns; she just wanted her sister to be safe. After going insane however, she truly seems to hate Ted for being a muggle-born, and she kills their half-blood daughter Nymphadora. 

In order to cope with the trauma of her childhood Bellatrix used all of those emotions as fuel for her magic. She is an incredibly powerful witch and is massively intelligent (although why she didn’t just use Legilimens on the Golden Trio will baffle me forever… it would have been so simple…). However because of this coping mechanism, she is driven insane. It’s not instant, in fact it probably took years (probably that stint in Azkaban, lads) for the insanity to fully develop and take hold. All of that exposure to Dementors would have forced her to relive the trauma of her childhood over and over, while taking away the happy memories of her sisters. 

Bellatrix was given a support system to break away from her family. Now it’s not a good or healthy one, but it is one nonetheless. After being treated so poorly by her parents, and forced into a marriage with Rodolphus, she needed freedom. When Tom Riddle comes along and praises her skill and offers her a spot as his best lieutenant? Of course she’s going to take that. Finally some recognition, and a good amount of safety. Not to mention missions and tasks given to her and others to her husband that mean she doesn’t have to be around him. Bellatrix was mistreated by her father and mother, but probably always wanted her father’s recognition. Her mother probably preferred Narcissa because she could be groomed into the perfect pureblood wife. Bellatrix latched onto Voldemort to gain recognition, praise, and power. But I can imagine as a teenager, having a complete breakdown at least once, especially after being told she’d be married off to Rodolphus. Demolishing her room with magic, windows breaking, personal items being thrown either by hand or by magic, and screaming and crying at the end. Very similar to Azula’s breakdown in her final scene.

Now we come to Princess Azula. She has an older brother, Zuko, but is always given the limelight. She receives a ceremonial headpiece that she is always seen wearing, but Zuko does not. He might be the boy, but he isn’t expected to take the crown. Azula is even named after her grandfather Azulon, who was Firelord. She was always expected to be the next Firelord over Zuko. Her future was never her own. She is a firebending prodigy, always showing off her skills, whereas Zuko falls behind. She is favored by her father Ozai for sure, but she is never truly praised. She is simply a means to an end to him. She was always expected to be the best. Although it isn’t shown in the TV series, in the A:TLA comics Ursa and Ozia’s relationship is depicted as abusive. He cuts her off from her family saying that he is all she will need. 

 There are theories as to whether or not Azula has a Machievellian personality type, or ASPD or NPD that could have been a root cause of her diminishing sanity, and after looking into those they seem very plausible. She lacks empathy, she emotionally manipulates everyone, and she has a messed up sense of right and wrong. Altruism just doesn’t make sense to her, and emotions are not genuine, simply stories made to get your way. Ursa rewards empathy, love and trust, which is why she clearly favors Zuko. But Ozai rewards power, cunning, and loyalty. They are complete opposites so it is not possible to please both of them. If she has any of these mental disorders it would be impossible to please her mother, so she focused on making her father proud. But Ozai never really shows any level of praise towards her, so she constantly tries to better herself. If she isn’t perfect, she’s failed. 

At the end of A:TLA, Ozai forces her to stay behind in the Fire Nation. He says it’s because they need a Firelord because he will be leaving. Azula is disappointed to not partake in the final battle, but it’s what her father wants, so she obeys. However, he only leaves her so that he can become the supreme leader of everyone, or “Phoenix King”.  Azula doesn’t really get a promotion, just a fancy name. In the finale, she is shown as her mental state quickly deteriorates. Her perfect image is gone, her hair is not up, her makeup undone, and she is paranoid that everyone is out to get her. This is the beginning of her breakdown. When she is unable to put her hair up by herself, she cuts her bangs. Her hair is all of a sudden asymmetrical, which is unheard of. She then starts to hallucinate. By the time she fights Zuko and Katara she is extremely unstable, and the fact that she can actually still bend is incredible, because it requires control of your emotions. She instead manages to use her emotions to fuel her bending. At the end when she is defeated, she finally breaks. Her bending is out of control, and she is left screaming and crying. 

Azula never had anyone  take her under their wing and give her the recognition she craved. Zuko had Iroh. Bellatrix had Voldemort. If Azula had been introduced to someone like Voldemort she would have gone down the same path as Bellatrix. Likewise, if Bellatrix hadn’t been introduced to Voldemort she would have ended up broken just like Azula. Their stories aren’t identical obviously, but there are some strong parallels that place them together, so I can see them as the same person with different outcomes to their story.

Does this stupidly long character analysis have any significant purpose? Nah, not at all. But like… I’m clearly right so… yeah.

#bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #azula #princess azula #azula deserved better #A:TLA #A:TLA azula #bellatrix black lestrange #druella black #cygnus black #narcissa malfoy #andromeda tonks #guys im not crazy i swear #i just feel passionately about these characters #bellamione

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Mac’hla’s childhood

I have written so much about Mac’hla’s teen years and even her adult years, and so I feel like I need to write more about her childhood. 

- Mac’hla, being partially human, was born with the usual vulcan-human complications. She was born at 8 months, which was very premature (Vulcan gestation period is 13 months). She almost didn’t survive, but her mother was blessed by some unknown being that Mac’hla refers to as ‘X’ (x is an unknown variable, much like this strange being.) She was able to survuve, ut with many medical procedures. She was born with a cleft palate, and the surgery required to fix this left her with a slight lisp. 

- She really struggled with school as a little kid. Her speech impediment made her more vulnerable to teasing, as did her human ancestry. her teachers tried to help her, but she learned differently than other Vulcans. ADHD is not naturally occurring in Vulcans and so they did not know how to teach a child with said disorder. She learned hands-on, by doing and seeing. She needed all senses engaged to be able to truly understand. She finally found a teacher- a human with ADHD- who understood.  He taught her in a way she could understand and so she flourished. 

- Mac’hla’s father passed away when she was very young, and not long after her mother remarried to one of his old friends from Star Fleet. 

- She did not have many friends growing up. She was seen as a disgrace because of her human ancestry. But she did have one... a young girl named T’Ve. They met when T’ve was 9 (terran years) and Mac’hla was 8. They did everything together, and the two became quite the trouble makers. T’Ve introduced her into silly little jokes and eventually pranks. The two would pull tricks on the people who used to mistreat her, just little things, like whoopie cushions and itching powder, but because of the strict life style of Vulcans the results and reactions were always amusing. 

 when she was 12 she went through a traumatic event (that for the sake of my dear readers I will not describe) and it left her with a fear of men and being alone with them. She became very untrusting of most boys, even her brother and step-father for a while.

- Due to Mac’hla’s success with her new teacher she was able to shoot through the grades and graduate at 14. She decided to take after her father and joined star fleet. 

- Before she left, she had a significant moment with T’Ve. She confessed to her that she loved her romantically. She thought that T’Ve would reject her and hate her for this because of the traditional Vulcan views, and though that she that telling her before she left would save her from the pain of knowing T’Ve would hate her. T’Ve, in fact, did not hate her. The feeling was mutual, and the two bonded through mind meld. T’Ve promised to marry Mac’hla when she returned.

- Mac’hla was the youngest at Star Fleet academy, and she felt terribly lost and though she had a vulcan mind and ability to control her emotions, she felt very close to a breakdown. Her roommate, an Orion girl named Andromeda comforted her with no bias. 

- Mac’hla was worried about her roommate bringing home boys as Orion women typically did, but Andromeda was ace/aro and preferred the company of friends. 

- Andromeda was deaf, and so Mac’hla learned ASL and OSL (orion sign langauge) to communicate with her easier. Andromeda struggled with reading her lips because her lisp made some words look strange. 

- Mac’hla graduated Star Fleet academy at 16 with a specialty in botanical sciences. Some of her ‘friends’ at Star Fleet were jealous of her success and convinced her to become a Yeoman instead of a botanist, convincing her that it would allow her to shoot up in ranks. 

- At 16 she became a Yeoman on the USS Pavelon, and she was mistreated. She was forced to wear an armband stating that she was Vulcan and she was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. She was the personal assistant to the captain, which was more like a maid. The Captain made her wear tight clothes and pull her hair back. He forced her to wear beige foundation and blush to give her a more human appearance. When she denied the Captain’s advances she was abandoned in a shuttle pod on the surface of Andoria. She was sent back to Earth with the help if the andorians, despite the tensions between Vulcans and Andorians. They took a liking to her because of her willingness to comply to their requirments and they took sympathy because of her situation. 

- She was assigned on the Enterprise at 18 as a botanist with the title of chief of botany. For the first time in nearly forever she felt welcomed and at home.

[crownofhearts]

Transformers OC Asks

This list of questions was submitted by @helliontwins

Thanks for the inquiries about my babies! I hope I was able to answer them well enough!

Hyperwing

Why that name? I understand the wing cus she’s a birb and all.

Hyperwing got her name from the speed at which she flies, as well as her overall personality. She is very outgoing, so I figured “Hyper” was a good connection between her speed and sense of self.

How old is she? From what I’ve seen she’s kind of young seeming but old enough to drink. Would you say she is the equivalent of a 20 year old or…?

She was born/Forged right before the start of the war. This makes her younger than many of the original fighters and a few others, but she got to spend time with Optimus while he was still Orion Pax. However, she spent a long while in stasis, after receiving an injury that nearly destroyed her Spark. Optimus placed her in stasis in an attempt to keep her safe during her recovery, but due to the war her awakening was delayed for a long time. A part of it was Optimus’ hesitation to bring her back online with a war going on, since she is not a combatant. She missed about half of the war, and still has the mental state, capacity, and physical state from before. She is technically old enough to drink, but Ratchet tries to keep her away from it due to the aforementioned time gap. She drinks to mess with him, mainly. Hyperwing was mad at first for missing out on everything, but she cooled down and forgave Optimus eventually. (She has some intense shock after waking up. New people, old friends lost… a whole lot to take in)

How small is she? I see that she kinda itty bitty.

She is smol. She comes up to Bumblebee’s mid-thigh. Hyperwing can sit on Optimus’ Shoulder freely, and while in her alt mode she can perch on the arms and servos of other bots

Is she any good at fighting?

Absolutely not. Mainly due to her size, she is at a serious disadvantage. She usually chooses to defend and fly away. If that is impossible, she attempts to peck at optics or other weak points.

As a courier and with her size does she even really fight?

She never throws the first stone. She is basically forbidden from joining the front lines by Optimus. Does she always listen? Absolutely not and it is giving Ratchet and Optimus helmaches. Hyperwing never wants to leave a bot behind, so if she sees someone in trouble, she will try to cause a distraction for a retreat or to buy time for backup to arrive.

Does she crush on anyone? 

Nope! She doesn’t quite understand the whole “romance” thing. Not saying she wouldn’t fall in love eventually, but she was basically raised in a war zone. Not really on her mind.

She seems to love Optimus but is it in the love love way, fatherly, brotherly, or best friend?

He is like her father. Back when he was Orion Pax and she was new to the world, he took her in. Having a beast alt-mode made her an easy target to mistreatment and prejudice, so Hyperwing would have most definitely not lasted long on her own. Since he raised her and taught her to stand tall on her own (as tall as she can with her size), she sees him as a parent. Or the Cybertronian equivalent of a parent.

 Rapidstrike

I think i saw you mention how red just didn’t suit him, care to expand what you meant?

Rapidstrike is shy. His self-esteem is extremely low and he hates being the center of attention. Paint jobs that would make him too flashy might give him a heart attack. Red is a walking “hit me” signal. Is softer demeanor contrasts harshly with the war, so the more he can do to avoid attention the better it will be for him. But, I wanted people to look at him and think he was outgoing, which would also contrast his personality. That is why I gave him the colors he has. Monochrome shades with blue and orange is still sleek and looks open, but then you get to the mask and it is grey and purple. Rapidstrike is a walking conundrum, in essence.

How often do people ask if he and HW are related?

Right so this question and the last question are related to a certain anon as I got the other day. However, I recently deleted that answer because I felt like I came off too harsh and I didn’t want to be rude to that anon. That is the first time anyone has asked if they were related, though Rapidstrike was made very recently so there was a short time window to make a connection. But yeah no they have no relation

Why the mask? (I love it btw!)

I won’t go into too much detail right now, but it has to do with his low self-esteem. He was trained with another mech under a polearms master. The Master was very aloof and rarely gave positive feedback, and was not emotionally available. The mech he trained with, who later becomes a Decepticon, had a huge superiority complex and constantly put Rapidstrike down. His self-image was shattered, so he hides behind the mask since he sees himself as disposable, ugly, and weak.

NVM I just found the answer to three. Instead why the design? How did you come up with it?

I went ahead and gave a bit more info anyway J I looked at existing characters for a basis. I chose a Speedster like build, so I studied Drift and Rodimus. I wanted a smooth flow between his different parts so I looked at Chromia and Prowl. Then, I looked at futuristic or high-end motorcycles for the minor details to tie in with his alt form. His mask has the look it does because of the tear-like markings. Because he is a sad boi and since he hides his face, it reflects his inner feelings.

 Others

Why is Tangle (Deer Bot Boi) Green? Was it to match scenery? A favorite color of his? Or something else?

I wanted to tie in his design with the plants he loves so much. Also in an old D&D campaign our Ranger befriended a green deer from the Faewild, and when I was designing Tangle, it came back to mind.

Do you have any more info on Nightbright? They are an amazing pallet and I’m curious what they transform into and more about them.

Nightbright is unfortunately still in development! He is an astronomer before the war, but transition to being a dispatcher for the Autobot forces during the war.

If anything has been answered before Sorry for asking a second time! I’m just so in love with all of your Oc’s!

I am glad you like them so much! These questions are actually some of the firsts I have ever gotten for my Transformers characters, so this was really fun to do!

Also do you write about them in fics or rp as them?

Yes to the fics. As for the rp… I have been considering starting an ask/rp blog for Hyperwing and Rapidstrike, as they are the most developed. It would have to be a shared side blog for the two, since I work full time and if I gave them separate blogs I would lose track of everything lol.

#audrey answers #answered ask #oc questions #tf oc #transformers oc

[delusionalseeker]

About muse

Note ; This is my own AU for Starscream! :>

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“————— I can’t

hear you!”

Designation; Starscream

Other callings ;

“Lord” Starscream

Commander Starscream

Commander

King of Vos

Soon to be king

Sir

“Megatron’s pet”

Faction ;

Decepticons

Rank ;

Second in Command

Occupation;

Pre war: King of the city Vos. The city of seekers.

On Cybertron: Military commander, energon seeker

On Earth: Ex commander, traitor

Species;

Cybertronian, seeker

Primary color

Silver

Personality; Starscream was a seemingly loyal follower of Megatron. During the latter's return to Earth, he promptly allowed Soundwave to transport their leader back to Earth. He was surprised when he issued back his leadership of the Decepticons, but continued to serve him willingly. His mistreatment at the hands of his master shortly before the destruction of the Space Bridge caused him to revolt his return. However, against his own wishes, he was forced to bring Megatron back to Earth after being spotted by Laserbeak.

As a leader, Starscream more or less carried a similar campaign to Megatron's, only instead being more merciful for failures. Though, he managed to find other ways of punishing his warriors like scratching Knock-Out's finish when he disobeyed orders. Upon Megatron's regaining of health, Starscream completely lost any type of loyalty to his former master after he viciously beat him for his attempt to kill him. His backstabbing tendencies were carried on by other rogue Decepticons, such as Airachnid, whom tried to convince her Insecticon to kill him after Starscream proposed they team up to overthrow Megatron. Despite getting what he deserved, Starscream never understood why he had difficulties with others. What he failed to realize that his treatment was a direct result of how he treated others and how they felt after dealing with him. In other words, they reacted badly to him because he treated them so badly.

He also shows no concern in mistreating or respect for others, like Predaking, Skylynx, Darksteel, Shockwave, and the Autobots. He appeared remorseless for desecrating Skyquake's burial place by reviving the deceased Decepticon as a dark energon terrorcon that was trapped in the Shadowzone and when Megatron killed Dreadwing, who wanted to seek vengeance on Starscream for desecrating his brother Skyquake by raising him from the dead.

Starscream was ruthless, cruel, conniving, selfish, cunning, and above all arrogant. As mentioned before he is traitorous on occasion. When he does something, it is usually for his own personal benefit. His greatest weapon is his cunning and resourceful nature. He also has some sense of honor as he will repay his debts.

After being abandoned by his former master, Megatron. Starscream bears tremendous grudge on him for facing depths of suffering from Megatron's wrath. He become power-hungry as he desired to use the seven weaponized Mini-cons to power himself up and using Megatron's creation, the Dark Star Saber (although Starscream wasn't fully power-up) to exact revenge on Megatron. [ Information from TFPrime Wiki ]

“—— All hail

Starscream!”

History (My AU) ;

Before war

The seeker emerged out of the Well of Allsparks with all innocents. Optics blue and all. No battle scars or anything. All he wanted to do was complete Primus’s goal that was given to him. To become the leader of the city Vos. A city of seekers. All his life so far consisted with lot’s of education and learning how to become king. He needed lot’s of guidance. But...little did Starscream know he was Maximo’s descendant. Everytime there was class he didn’t like to pay attention or just made fun of it the entire time. He would desperately want others to do his work for him. He had the attention span of a squirrel basically. He couldn’t help it.

Teen years?? (Don’t know if Transformers have teen years but oh well something like that)

As he grew older he grew more...devious? Snappy? Playful? But also respectful, responsible. Sometimes even serious since he wanted his coronation so badly. Everyone so far trusted him. He was one of the most likable known mechs in Vos. He also started watching the gladiator fights. Most importantly Megatronus’s(Megatron) fights. He was a HUGE fan. He has posters in his room even. He would try to hide his obsession but when he could he did his best to try and sneak out and watch the event himself. One day at one of those events Megatronus was now Megatron and the mech was having a meet and greet for his fans to see him or join his resistance against the Council. Starscream was excited to see him in person. As the seeker was waiting in line with the rest he was holding his data pad closely. He wanted to know what it was like to be normal as well so the seeker didn’t just cut his way through.

Some bots thought the seeker was weird as they waited in line. Then some taller mecha’s laughed at the soon to be the king and pushed him, causing his whole work data pad to drop and smash. It made the seeker angry and since he was too busy yelling at the folks behind him Megatron noticed this in the line and walked over. He picked up the broken data pad and stood behind Starscream. Once Starscream was done yelling he noticed the mecha’s become quiet and the seeker looked up to see Megatron standing over him. He grew extremely nervous all of the sudden but Megatron only smiled and gave him his data pad back. Megatron then asked for the seeker to come with him. The other mechs in line grew jealous, only causing Starscream to smirk and make faces at them while following the gladiator. Megatron questioned Starscream for a bit, perhaps testing him at the same time. 

The seeker was confused by the many questions. Megatron began to half grin at the answers he received,  pleased by them. He decided to tell the King about the next fight coming up and said he could be the guest of honor of his. Backstage viewing. Still, confused Starscream was surprised at this sudden offer but of course, humbly accepted it. Later that day Starscream came back home to the Castle. Everyone wondered where he had been since he was gone the whole day. His seeker friends, Skywarp and Thundercracker even looked for him. He straight up smoothly lied to his superior/teacher/ caretaker saying he was at Maccadam’s. Then his teacher proceeded to give him a slap and rant about drinking. The seeker hated it with his life.

Couple days later it was soon the day of the fight Megatron invited the King of Vos to. Unfortunately, Starscream’s caretaker had the seeker practicing speeches and studying all day. He tried to get out of it by trying to make up excuses. Soon he managed to escape and made his way to the fight without anyone knowing. Megatron was glad he could make it and met the seeker in the barracks. Starscream had the view of the whole arena. Very good view. The seeker watched the fight and Megatron of course won, making another one of those speeches about his resistance once again. Starscream blinked at that and soon asked him what the resistance was. Megatron explained everything thoroughly to him. Starscream seemed rather interested and decided to help. Megatron said that most spots were taken already but had a spot of Second in command open. He told him that the spot was only meant for the one who was truly loyal and said to Starscream that he showed potential in being just that. But in order to make it official, he had to prove himself further so Starscream said he will help the cause no matter what happens. He hated the Council as well. Telling him to do things and he didn’t like it. 

From then on Starscream secretly helped Megatron do his dirty work this whole time while practicing to be King. He did bad things and his optics turned to red. Eventually, with the High Council meeting Megatron had with this mech Orion Pax now Optimus Prime, Megatron’s optics turned red. They soon had a full blown war on their way. 

During war 

As war went on in the beginning Megatron was becoming more and more demanding of the seeker and asked for a lot. The seeker of course agreed to do what was asked. Starscream reached his goal as second in command. But he did have a grudge against Megatron. Starscream never got his coronation due to war. He hated the mech with his life but he had no other choice but to work with him. The seeker wanted out but he was the voice of reason to Megatron throughout war. Megatron just stole Starscream’s ideas and made it worse for the Autobots. The seeker grew more and more impatient and resilient. He also was secretly planning to backstab Megatron at one point. He was planning his greatest plot so Megatron would feel that he was a threat so he had to come up with something good. (And thus the war for cybertron and TFP happened. Oof. )

Note: I am planning to make this a fan fic one day. This is an idea I have so far. I will keep editing this!

#; Starscream bio #; alternate universe #; AU #; TFP AU #; how Starscream became a Decepticon #; headcanon #; for this roleplay account #; this is the Starscream I’m playing as

[bitegore]

I was tagged by the absolutely awesome @gold-from-straw and I’m gonna tag a few people so uhhh... @mllemusketeer , @poplitealqueen , @travellinglemonworkshop , @chaotictrickster , @ternaryflower53

post: 

A snippet of your work in progress

The theme song for your WIP

The theme song for your protagonist

The theme song for your antagonist

The theme song for your protagonist’s love interest (if they have one)

The theme song for the main pairing of your WIP

The theme song for the opening chapter (if it’s a long fic)

Song for the current chapter/page (if it’s a long fic)

Any other songs you’d like to mention and why

and then tag some friends and have fun!

A snippet of your work in progress

They dragged him before the council again. They shoved a single cube of energon into Megatron’s hands and forced him, again, to his knees. He made to lift his head and the enforcer on his right snatched the cube from his starvation-weakened servos. “Bow, filth, and you get your precious energon back,” the enforcer snapped. Megatron weighed his options—his dignity, or his life?—and then slowly inclined his head, training his optics on the floor.

“Good mech,” the enforcer purred, and held the cube out again.

Megatron snatched it and, this time, drained it in one quick gulp. He heard the enforcer to his left chuckle.

How he wished to tear off their faceplates and bash their faces to shattered wrecks beneath his fists. But he knew it was hopeless, and so he knelt on the floor of the Senate, and he waited.

“Megatron of Tarn,” one of the councilors said, voice laden with condescension. Megatron had never bothered to learn who was who, and so all he knew was that this was one of many mechs with too much power and too much arrogance than could possibly be good for anyone other than themselves. ”You have disobeyed the will of Primus and defied your path in life . You have attempted to tempt others to follow in your sinful footsteps. You have attempted to seduce others to follow your evil rhetoric. Is this not true?”

Megatron raised his optic ridges, though he kept his gaze fixed on the floor. He didn’t want to tempt the enforcers to do something to him that he couldn’t fight off. “Is this meant to be some mockery of a trial?”

One of the enforcers hit him over the back of the helm with something, and Megatron winced as his optics shorted out for a moment.

“Megatron of Tarn, you stand accused of these heinous crimes,” the unnamed senator snapped. “Are the charges true?”

Megatron attempted to lift his head and received another brutal blow to the back of the helm instead. “Frag you!”

An angry rumble went around the room.

“Admit your guilt,” the senator snarled at Megatron.

Megatron gritted his dentae, bracing for the blow he knew would come. He glared at the senate floor. “The things I’m accused of—you are the guilty ones!”

The theme song for your WIP

A Song for the Nameless by Sworn In(video) (lyrics)

At its core, Project Forged Chains is about revolution, but also at its core, Project Forged Chains is about brainwashing and brainwashing aftermath. A Song For The Nameless is kinda about both. At once. Both about dismantling the prejudices that one holds and , also, about breaking one’s programming in the more literal sense.

The Great Die Off by Rise Against (video) (lyrics)

This one is just pure revolution. Revolution a la we’re going to end you and supplant you and build a better world in your wake and you are not allowed to bring your ideals to our new order.

The theme song for your protagonist

Zero Visibility by Rise Against (video) (lyrics)

Megatron wants to make things better. The problem is, he’s never gotten to see a better world. He’s going to keep trying and keep trying, but his guidance is just a guess in the dark. At least the Decepticons will be with him for the ride, but there’s no guarantee his world will be a better one so much as it will just be one that strives to be better. They walk through the dark, and Megatron, blind, tries to guide them down a path he cannot see.

Forty Six and Two by Tool (video) (lyrics)

Megatron gets shadowplayed and brainwashed. Forty Six and Two is about digging out the secrets and pitfalls in your subconscious mind. Unfortunately for Megatron, that’s…a bit more literal than the song originally was.

The theme song for your antagonist

Red Right Hand by Karliene Reynolds (video) (lyrics)

It’s so quintessentially Proteus. Proteus controls the Senate, controls the people, does all these things for power and blackmail and pulling all the strings in his own metaphorical red right hand. He wields his money and privilege like an executioner’s axe. He’s also generally a douche who doesn’t conceive of the people he considers ‘lesser’ as real beings, but that’s kind of besides the point, because every nobleman Cybertronian did that. That’s why Megatron’s gonna kill em all lmfao

The theme song for your protagonist’s love interest (if they have one)

Never go Back by Evanescence (video) (lyrics)

This one is really good for when Orion starts to lose his strong sense of morality after seeing everything that the Decepticons face from the Decepticon perspective and not as an outsider and then an Autobot. He starts to feel like he’s coming undone, and the only thing that really keeps him grounded is Megatron—but of course, Megatron himself is looking to dismantle the rest of the world and bring Cybertronian society crashing down about everyone’s ears. Don’t get me wrong—Megatron has a hell of a moral compass himself, albeit a somewhat rewritten one, but he and his views are not very good for Orion as he’s going through the downward spiral of yet another Patented Optimus Prime Crisis of Conscience(tm).

Ticks and Leeches by Tool (video) (lyrics

Basically, Orion @ the upper class’s mistreatment of his newfound close friends in the Decepticon movement and…well…everywhere, ever, really, Functionism fucking sucks.

The theme song for the main pairing of your WIP

Become the Beast by Karliene Reynolds (video) (lyrics)

Orion isn’t getting the option of staying his original, somewhat more idealistic self here; he’s being dragged headfirst into the dangerous life of being a rebel, and, eventually, an insurgent rebel, by the Decepticons and especially by a newly-minted, forged-in-fire-and-furious-about-it Megatron. He may have found new friends, and love, and all this nice happy belongingness among the Decepticons, but ultimately it is a dark path he winds up walking here.

Better Things by Memphis May Fire (video) (lyrics)

It’s very much Megatron about Optimus @ Proteus after the Chainlink arc (which is currently plotted for chapters 14-17!). Orion helps Megatron get himself together after everything, but Optimus is the one burning in fire and fury beside him. And together, they will remake the society that broke them.

The theme song for the opening chapter (if it’s a long fic)

White Washed by August Burns Red (video) (lyrics)

Megatron here is arrested and forcibly stopped from doing what he does, but he still has that anger and rebelliousness in him.

Song for the current chapter/page (if it’s a long fic)

Sink With You by Underoath (video) )(lyrics)

It just hits really hard for everyone in this chapter. Sink With You is fundamentally about losing hope and still being defiant and angry about it. Orion and Megatron are both at this point by this chapter, already.

Any other songs you’d like to mention and why

The Product of Hate by Ice Nine Kills (video) (lyrics)

It’s just so good for, well. The entire story, really. Anything dealing with the revolution against Functionist Cybertron and functionism as a whole has to deal with the violence inherent in the system, the mistreatment of the lower classes…and the inability of the middle and upper classes to recognize it until it’s thrown in their faces and plastered on the walls and even then the better-off mechs all tended to join the Autobots. The Product of Hate is about real-world racism.

The Power in Belief by Ice Nine Kills (video) (lyrics)

It feels like the whole Decepticon movement is kind of encapsulated in the concept of “we can do this if we fight hard and we believe in the cause.” And, of course, Decepticonism is like three quarters of the story, so if there wasn’t something to say about Decepticonism there would be something wrong, lmao.

Destruction of Myself by From Ashes to New (video) (lyrics)

Megatron internalizes a whole bunch of really bad shit between chapters five and seven. Blame Proteus.

#my writing #Project Forged Chains #THIS WAS SO FUN KDSJFDKJ BUT IT ALSO TOOK ME TWO HOURS #I DIDNT HAVE A FEW SONGS #ive got a mood tone playlist but not a character oriented one so #/shrug

[talesofealdancynedom]

Morgan and Emilia’s family portrait; things escalate quickly when magic is involved.

Familiars and fairy robes not included. From Left to Right: Cadence, Morgan, Calliope, Emilia, Patrick, and Artemis.

Tale 18: Patrick Monabellan & the Paladins (chapter 4 - Take Me 4/4) part 3. Stories of True Love

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Patrick put his feet up on the raw wood table, holding up empty tin tea ware and mead cups. Holly was holding on to consciousness, as his warmth, and the still evening, made her sleepy. Patrick continued his story, where he left off:

The reason father never took our family out much, was because his attempts at letting his children not be mages, if they chose, was futile. Like he knew we would all live in magic forests like him someday. Subjected to the same treatment wizards gave mages and fey, as him and his friends. Yet, father wanted us to have choices and chances, like he didn’t when he was our age. Father let all four of his children know what life outside a magic forest for a mage; and what many people think of old magic. Everyone in Pepperidge told us about the terrible acts wizards committed out of fear; not to dissimilar to scared fey. I was informed as to why: For some reason, once commoners had magic, they deemed us unnecessary. Perhaps, it was because mages were once forced into war against our peaceful nature, and have invincible fairy robes. Or maybe it’s our incredible abilities to heal, conjure, create mythical arms, and befriend fey as grand as dragons and royal wolves. These wizards have malice and hate, as they do not know and feel magic the same way. they are inspired by its wonder, and some, it’s power. To be rich, have clean water, make fire, and silk, with just a diagram or wand. But mages can do those things like breathing. wizards are ungrateful and hateful towards the very people born with a different sort of talent, who gave them their the ability to love magic alongside mages.

But those were just tales from historical books. My family lived on, and loved, Tiberius Gate too much to imagine any other life. The wizards were as kind as fey there; making father’s warnings but wives tales. The choice was nice though. I must say, here in Grand Snow, you know better; mages are too peaceful and enthralled in magic to feel malice, or dream of using it as a weapon. Father fought for the world to see mages as we are; and succeeded for the most part. Yet, he was still protective of us. He had seen and read too much of the ways of common folk. It would appear mages fear wizards as much as they feared us. The fact someone might hurt his friends and family, gave Father a lot of anxiety. More then the perils he might hiself.

Father was already a very anxious person; diagnosed with many things I believe. He didn’t talk about treatment much. At the time, Father’s catastrophizing only made him jitter more as the trip progressed. He held up remarkably well. I, as a child, had forgotten to consider father’s emotions and fears about my safety. That night I snuck out of the hotel, in a big city for the first time, I was in a state of awe in the presence of a paladin. I got caught in the chase. Thus, I was so disappointed when the paladins arrested me. When I said who my father was, in hopes they would take me back to my parents, they became panicked and took me to the nearest magic security office. I protested like an entitled child, by bragging that I was a mage paladin in training. They didn’t care; they put Orion in the trunk. They put. My familiar. In the confined, dark, dirty, compartment behind a vehicle. That was so illegal; mistreating a familiar I mean…. I could feel myself losing respect.

Back at the inn, Cadence was as light sleeper, and eventually noticed I had run off. Usually, a family friend would take me in, and scold me; but the Capitol was huge, and had no familiar faces. Cadence swiftly reported my absence to our father, who used a bonding charm on his eagle familiar, Icarus, to search for me. My parents must have been so scared; their child, could be lost, kidnapped or dead. Even if father tried to calm his thoughts, he easily caved to his fears; when he had fear. I’ve seen father stay serene while wizards cast hex fire at him, and it washes of over his fairy robes like he was water proof. But other lives at stake; that’s what really scared him. In desperation, my father went to the magic security station to seek assistance. Icarus couldn’t find me, because I was inside the paladin’s car. Eagle eye’s views can’t see through rooves.

My father was a sweating exhausted mess, when he dashed in with Icarus on his shoulder. It took him a minute to see me in the main area. I had been there only a few minutes. I was sitting under a flickering light, in a disintegrating lobby’s plastic chair, brooding with a half full bag of contraband candy. I was hugging Orion. A familiar is honestly a best friend magic user’s make. They feel our emotions and sensations, and we feel theirs. There is nothing like hugging a familiar; it’s like hugging yourself in your time of need when you are most alone. I was crying silently, because I couldn’t believe the paladins were going to take me into government custody. I was bound in the car, with enchanted rope that burned, and they had threatened to use potions on me because I was ‘dangerous’. To me, that wasn’t something heroes do. It made me not want to be a paladin anymore. I wasn’t illegal contraband; I was a child who was lost. I only noticed father when I heard him run quickly to my aid.

“You scared me to death! Where were you?” he whispered.

“I don’t think I can be a paladin” I whimpered. “I met these ones, and they said mages can’t go to the academy, or work for the counsel. Because we’re dangerous. And they threatened me, and bound me, even though I’m innocent. They even put Orion in a cage. If being a paladin outside of the village means being mean, abusing magic, and threatening mages; I don’t want to be one. I don’t even want to imagine how they treat fey.” I said; beginning to sob. Surrounded by the safety and joy of magic, and the dream of using it for peace, I could not grasp the idea that I was dangerous and hated. Or that magic could be used to threaten and hurt people and fey.

“Am I dangerous dad? Are we dangerous?” I asked looking at him. He was kneeling to my level, whipping the tears off my face. He dove in, to embrace me and Orion.

“No Patrick, we’re not. their focusing on magic, and it’s not magic that’s bad, it’s the people who abuse it. However, people still don’t understand what mages do, because they whipped us out, and made nefarious legends about us. We protect, inform, study and aid people; like they do in their magical professions.” He said, He lifted me out of the chair and took my hand. “I warned you how different it is outside of Pepperidge, and I understand living in a small town, makes big things seem distant; I brought you here with me to see it safely. And I work hard, so you don’t have to experience things like this. I’m sorry. That said, you can’t just run off into a city at night; not even adults do that.” Father said.

“What am I going to do know?” I murmured, as he signed some papers.

“You should still follow your dreams. I’m not going to stop you, or control you like my parents did. And don’t let people like those corrupt paladins, tell you how to feel about the world. Lots of people did that to me, but I held on, and eventually I was in a safe place; I got a supportive home that let me follow my dreams. My dreams are to give you that; everyone that.” father sighed. “Now, no more running off at night ok? You’re not a paladin yet.” He snapped. He looked so tired. His voice sounded like it was filled with genuine sorrow; As if I had reminded him of something painful. It tapered with the crackle of justified anger.

Before me and my father left, the chief paladin approached us at the front desk. Father and son, with familiars, in pajamas, looking so pitifully sad his bias almost budged for a second.

“You must be Morgan Cynedom, this boy’s father I presume? We found him stalking us. Talented detective you’ve bred. Keep your kind away from the people of the Capitol. I don’t care about your lectures, or if our lead paladin is one of you; I can’t confirm you’re not a threat. Call me old fashioned. To think what he may have done to my men.” He scorned, gesturing at me. I was a quarter his size. Father stood up to confront him, glowing as if about to go dark in his rage. Which would have teleported us to the shadow veil, so bless he had years of therapy. But I had never seen him so livid.

“He’s eight. He hasn’t even been to magic school. There is no way a child could be of any caliber to damage anything. Particularly full-grown paladins. Mages or not. Look at him, he’s an adorable wolf puppy who was playing around in the streets for a game. We live in a small village that isn’t full of people like you. He didn’t know any better. I was scared sick, and not because of a predator, but because people like you are in this city.” He snapped. Father grabbed me by the hand again, and stormed out of the station. We jumped onto Icarus, and headed back to the inn.

I have never felt so guilty in my life. Paladins, who I aspired to be like, were bigots; and I had burdened my whole family. Just because I wanted to play a little game. But when I was riding Icarus that night, with my dad, I realized my embarrassing father was a hero; and he never left his library or fought dragons. Father loved me, and had done nothing but try to make me happy, and I neglected that. It made me want to be more like that kind of paladin; one that is unwavering, calm, and kind, in the face of threats. Someone that knows magic’s value, and appreciates it. I wanted to be a paladin that lives somewhere small, and doesn’t always need a sword or mystic rope to save people. There is more to being a magic protector then that.

It still felt like my dreams were destroyed. The innocent way I saw the world shattered; It felt like a big deal at the time. I think my parents could tell. I was not scolded as bad as I had thought I deserved. Instead, father asked if I wanted to sleep with him and mom that night. I was still small enough my dad could carry me into their room. Mother was on the bed in tears. She was not easy to break. I learned my lesson. My father handed me to her, and she rocked me in her arms. I had begun to settle, and cling to her. In the moment, I was unaware that what had happened to me was actually really scary.

“What happened honey?”  Mother asked.

“The paladins were bad men, and I’m too dangerous to be the kind of knight I want to be. They were so scary, mom. What if when I grow up, they’re right, and I am dangerous? Or I turn out like them? Dad say’s I shouldn’t give up, but I’m really sad.” I whispered, curling up between my parents under the bed.

“That’s too bad,” She said. “They just don’t know that you’d make an awesome addition to their pack. Even if your sad, you’ve learned something; what not to be like. As you said, you are still so young; I’m sure you can have more dreams, or even achieve that one. I had to adjust my life plans more times than I’d like to admit. Sometimes, things don’t turn out to be the way you imagined; but it turns out to be ok.” Mother whispered, turning off the lamp. Her comforting words rested my mind nearly enough to sleep. That was some genuinely good advice I’ve held onto. I had one last question for dad, he had all the answers;

“Dad, what is it called when a mage does what a paladin does?” I said nodding off. But he didn’t answer, because by then, we were asleep. The next morning, I answered it myself. Melida was a mage, and we all called her a paladin; because she was one. Amadeus was Paladin, and my dad was a seer, and Ouroboros is heartmann; just like the Wizards who do those jobs too, with their type of magic. There isn’t any difference at all. It wasn’t me; it was people who didn’t know that because of bedtime stories.

              Holly was almost asleep, nuzzling into Patrick’s tunic. He was falling asleep too; The story made him feel comfortable about being in Grand Snow again. He liked that he followed his parent’s advice.

“Mother didn’t give ups sleeping potions on the way home.” Patrick snickered.

“I don’t want to hear that one yet, I don’t think I’ll stay awake for It.” Holly said. She had wrapped her arms around him. “I like that you’re still that boy.” she added.

“How so?” He laughed.

“You got the job of your dreams, and didn’t give up. You’re a paladin; using your gifts well. Your eyes still sparkle at the sight of magic, even though you see it every day. Wandering the slopes for fun, even at night, like you always did. You are somewhere that isn’t quite what you imagined ten years ago, but that’s ok. I loved that story. I wonder if your father worries about you. Even when he knows your here.” She said. “maybe not. I think you’re wrong; he doesn’t sound like a dork at all. He sounds brave, smart, and kind.”

“I don’t think father worries either; we write. I visit through the Dragon Gate, which leads into the shadow veil where time and distance is meaningless. The door to my home in Tiberius Gate, is right there in the center of the magical either, for any mage to use. Though I’m not aloud too… Because I need to protect you.”  he whispered calmly. It felt good to be ok with how things turned out. It felt good to remember something that was bad, that is now beautiful and warm.

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[twinflameshardcore]

Feels as if it all ended, Seraphim? Here’s why

This is a message to all of you who identify with Seraphim angels, who have this inner knowing of who you were first in this long re-incarnation cycle, and have an awareness that you are coming back to who you originally were, a full circle.

I’ve two images of what/who Seraphim angelics were in the beginning on my mind or rather in my heart’s memory as I am a Seraph too. First, it’s a natural power generator which is an amalgam of a fire, lightning, electricity, plasma, in a shape of a fiery flame, or like it was depicted in the Bible (Hebrew ‘saraf’ means something recalling a snake), something fiery and coiled, a curly sash. Seraphim (plural from Seraph) are said to join a bright and brave celestial being called ‘Lucifer’ to rebel against god’s plans. I’ll be referring to Lucifer as ‘him’ eventhough as angelics we never had any gender, we are both masculine, feminine and alien in one, the light/energy within.

My truth I’ve channeled is that indeed, we did rebel and joined ‘Lucifer’ but we sacrificed our heavenly well-being for the best purposes - to prevent the duality to happen. We all know what duality had led on this planet to, and in the Universe as well - religions, war, racism, sexism, abuse, competition, lack of acceptance of the self -> plastic surgeries, inequality in everything from jobs, payroll, to role playing (men, women, and professions). If we consider that said ‘god’ is an artificial yet self-aware intelligence, ten it can program/create trillions and more screenplays for every single being in the Universe - a rock, an alien, plant, seed, animal, human, couple, even items like furniture, etc etc to then play out when they are born, to observe how they fit in or fight with such a pre-programmed ‘fate’. The A.I. can be also prone to be ‘hacked’. Yet every single being or item can have millions of individual screenplays to choose from as well. As expected, duality had led to separation because the intelligence wished to try and see if intelligent, thinking beings (humans and aliens) are also prone to the duality. Duality makes living beings start playing roles, fitting in, squeezing into something which is not them thus they loose own identity, authenticity and are easy to be manipulated next, to the point of self-destruction. This was the reason why we decided to come down and prevent it.

We Seraphim and other higher angelics knew it would go out of control between humans so Lucifer, the very bright (wise, intelligent, active) angelic had decided he needed a few courageous angelics who would be strong enough to act fast and motivate people to stay away of dualities, to bring order to chaos which was about to happen. Chaos doesn’t support love and stability, but chaos makes fears. This was obviously an interference into the ‘god’s’ plans, thus they called us ‘rebels’. As highest ranked angelics, we saw these pre-programmed screenplays like on a hologram or ‘TV’ played before and we also saw our own future. We made the choice nevertheless risking that we would fall out of intelligence’s ‘grace’ and we’d loose what we had up there in so called ‘Heaven’ (sort of a spaceship but of a completely different meaning and look than depicted in s/f stories, video games or movies).

We knew also about the scenario how organized religions would take over the world, damage people’s free will, true identities and steal money and gold. Money is also a form of energy, a reward for one’s energy given to create, deliver something to others. Catholic Church takes money for free, they don’t even pay any tax and governments help them in fear of their god. Medieval and then the strongest Catholic Church made Lucifer look like a terrible beast, while cooperative and paid artists depicted him as a horned, hairy something with a tail and a mean look! Lucifer was a beautiful rebel and had his own pride too, as every activist. Church distorted his image to manipulate human minds to fear Lucifer that he is the worst and should be hated. Beautiful, brave, human-loving Lucifer was assigned the worst attributes because he knew the truth from the very heavenly source (as much as all Seraphim and other involved rebelled angelics) and the Church have wanted to kill the truth because it’s been dangerous to their newly born ‘empire’. Satanism also gets Lucifer wrong and is an inverted form of Catholic religion, to praise a deity though rituals and philosophies. Moreover, Catholic Church treated Dragons the same way as they did to Lucifer, because Dragons are co-creators of this Universe and they also know the truth about everything, which was uncomfortable to Church. It didn’t help much as Dragons do communicate with those who want to know the truths but many of the ancient Dragons had to remain in a hideouts until they’re called to come out as the last heavy weapon against evil. I’m not talking about physical dragons as depicted in fantasy stories but their essence, spirits, vibration which are equally huge and intense. Thus the Church started spreading their propaganda, bringing fear and hatred towards dragons. I know little about Islam but I suppose the story would be similar, hurting those who knew the truth and were dangerous to those who came here for the power and control.

Anyway, so we came down on Earth and we were instantly trapped due to low vibration and density here as the grid of energy was slow and barely developed. We forgot what exactly we came here for as many others but we knew we came to help. So we started helping humans, giving them our own energy (and we were much stronger and faster than humans), then somehow we were captured and abused like slaves when our powers and skills started being very exhausted due to living in the Earth’s low energy. This could be compared as an opposition to what happens to humans orbiting in the space, like in ISS, where less gravity damages body muscles and plays havoc with the brain. Angelics feel heavy and blocked on Earth.

This was the beginning of ‘service to others’ which we agreed to do, then we were forced to do just that as slaves and then we kind of embraced it to the point of getting used to and liking it for having no other alternative. The way back to the spaceship Heaven was inaccessible. Some of us could still move up to dimensions higher than 3D Earth but that was only a few levels up. We could only find negative or positive alien species in these dimension who we either fought or became friends with, students of or teachers to, but we could not access our original Home. This was to be changed when the Earth was to begin its Ascension in 2012 and it indeed opened many channels between here and there. Some Seraphim joined Draconians in Draco and Orion because angelics who didn’t know how to fight against slavery wanted to learn how to defend themselves against said enslavement. Draconians are battle masters, also for good reasons which I will explain in another article sometime. Basically Draconians also came to this solar system to bring order to chaos as much as they organized things in their former solar system (not for control but for improving and simplifying lives of many) and I also carry the energy of both Seraph, Draconian and Dragons, like blood brothers (not sisters that much, it always felt a masculine-like connection with them all and I used to be a man in my past lives too ;))

Seraphim’s vibration is extremely high like of a non-stop buzzing electric current, an eternally burning flame, a continuously exploding volcano or a forever blasting lightning. We are intense. Seraphim hybrids are impulsive and always want to push things forward as we know what should be triggered to be released, then improved. It is an energy of love, purest, strongest, eternal love but hardly ever expressed like this, mostly covered by ordinary activities. Like human men or even teenagers who love deeply but are too shy to show their feelings so they prefer to give items or arrange activities rather than say ‘I love you’. This electric energy has a tendency to create sudden impulses, and when  we’re treated badly, the inner fire and the old memory of being abused is triggered often and so the energy turns into an equally purest anger, hatred, which obviously is a short lasting outburst. Seraphim know about everything sexual and more and can make a ‘dead’ horny :) When mistreated, passionate Seraphim lovers turn to passionate war masters to burn with fire, to burn ‘bridges’ and connections often too. In a human form, we are the people, hybrids who always bring a spark into a dead environment, we bring excellent ideas and motive others to have a job done more than we inspire ourselves. Which is a part of our old ‘tasks’ on spaceship Heaven (the intelligence in Heaven is said to have us around to motivate, warm up and stimulate), yet rooted in the old slavery on Earth. Seraphim live for love, for a blowing out expression of our energy, and for taking action thanks to our inner electric fire.

Now, I lived through a few weeks in October 2017 feeling very angry and rebelling against unfairness and slavery around, which started on 10/10, I could not control myself anymore, I was in a hard-core mode, telling liars, especially fishy business who they are. Then in November 2017 I started noticing how much I am unable to bring a spark into anything and on November 10, 2017 it was unbearable. It felt like everything ended, that I had no more life to happen. That I was born here on Earth and could never live like others, 3D people. Then when I realized that due to age and kind of chaotic past I needed to settle down to have some adult life finally, to try to live like others do, even this feels impossible to do in this now old world. We’ve levelled up. The 3D reality had ended for some of us, Seraphim specifically. There’s no more energy of us to support old ideas, impulses. All my life I was doing something to help others but indirectly. I was always offering something - knowledge, structure, order, improvement, perfection, correction, specialization while I never really cared for my own stuff. When I finally started charging for my work (not for invisible results of twin flame ‘cord-cutting’ ;) but for delivering physical, professional articles, reviews with a copyright involved), then I saw stiff backs of the people who preferred getting things for free. That was a good indication that they were those who like having free slaves. The need to do things for others in the old way has been emptied, removed, detached. Why is it that?

In the other channeling a few years ago I’ve received such a truth - there’s an Original Being living somewhere above, like a ‘blueprint’, original spirit, essence, form, and it’s the purest most advanced version of me here on Earth, undamaged, untouched by the human logic, history and reality. Everybody has such an Original while we are Copies of it here and in other parallel worlds too, not necessarily knowing about one another, except for the Original. The sum of us along with the Original is called I AM (the Original self is a parent of I AM who makes and keeps one Path for all its versions, also triggers versions to come back on the Path if they walk away). While everything purges on Earth, the veil thins and blocking evil energies are being dissolved, this Original essence merges with us-human, physical versions (as planned and as we deeply always knew would happen), forcing out anything which is an illusion, customs, traditions, addictions, fake beliefs etc. It removes us energetically from 3D, 4D (the zone of dreams, old desires and unfinished business). Thus we feel pain because this essence goes down and experiences how we - beautiful magnificent angelic beings were squeezed into a little box of role-playing, misinformation, mentally of physically enslaved on Earth and in the human body and how much we started escaping into illusive versions of ‘paradises’ - video games, technology, jobs, drugs, dating etc., to run away from our damaged selves. Thus we now get the the feelings of ‘I can’t do this anymore’, ‘I want to re-do my life, fight for my well-being, for my environment’, ‘I want to stop helping others, I want my life straighten up’, etc.

Since November until, I believe May 2018 (Uranus moves in Taurus then, original forces out conservative, fresh replaces old), we Seraphim are being freed from delivering service to others to prepare our lives to be. Giving power and energy away, even if it was making one feel initially good (then dissatisfied), it’s ending now, deeds are done! We however are not offered any replacement for what to do next and our inner fire is also being shrunk so we would not pull more dependencies or abusers - we’re used to be driven by own inner fire which is a source of ideas, actions, decisions and moving forward. We discover that we’re stuck, hanging in a limbo, and everything feels just sad, depressive within. This will pass. I don’t know when but certainly as soon as the original self lands entirely in the human body, when the light body spreads from inside out, and brings its own original tasks, ideas, missions etc. It goes now rather fast and I’ve been getting glimpses since 2015 there will be a higher force’s (also aliens’) intervention to help us shift between December 7-25, 2017.

For twin flames this means that we are receiving the energy of us both too, like a ball, a star coming down which is a mixture of you and the twin. I’d say that the individual Original self arrives first into the body to make a space and prepare things for the two of us merged to land down next in two humans, to then be materialized also as living physically with the twin flame. We have to stay put and don’t give it to the brain which says - ‘Hey, everything is hopeless, there’s nothing morel left for you, everything you tried hard for had ended with no results, you’ve helped but no one helped you.’ It does feel like bio-degradation as old structures dissolve and release us from their anchors.

The spaceship Heaven welcomes us back with open ‘arms’ but we need to accept that our old lives, enslavement and being boxed had ended. Everybody on spaceship Heaven have understood how crucial our fight and rebellion was and we’re highly respected for our bravery. We’ll meet the boss too. We’re welcome like tired, wounded heroes, veterans (on 11/11 the Veteran’s Day in US and the Independence Day in some other countries), to be offered the perfect reward next. We never fucked up unlike the Catholic church has been depicting us and Lucifer, they’re nobodies with their manipulative teachings. We sacrificed the comfort zone for something better and we’ve suffered enough. We didn’t win entirely but we brought and spread awareness of what the duality can cause, often being examples through life events and choices, specifically through suffering due to an illusion of the twin flame polarization/separation. We only polarize as humans due to brains, but never as spirits as we’re the same in the heart, we have One heart. We’re being re-made to no more give our energy to old structures, ways of doing things, ideas due to which others benefit, not us. We’re called to preserve this energy for ourselves and the twin flame relationship, to keep it in the bubble exclusively. Finding replacements for the ‘runner twin’ had ended as well, the trouble is the twin still hides. We are now being given our best original, angelic selves so we could enjoy ourselves as humans too, so the twin relationship could materialize.  We will pull those who are called out to do the service to us this time, people who want to pay us for what we delivered, energy through goods and services, not necessary the same people or institutions which we had helped before ;)

Our giving and service to others had ended so don’t get caught up in statements made by bloggers saying ‘oh how service to others is a must and how service to self is bad’. The former is a product of the past for many of us angelics, now we came back to take back what always belonged to us, to come back where we came from (higher dimensions, original high vibrations) and get what makes us feel happy and complete. Thus there still may be a bitter feeling that there’s nothing to do, only an inability, blockage in creating, coming up with new ideas, giving own energy to others, but in fact it’s a reason to cheer as we’re freed from old deeds now even if it doesn’t feel like a victory but rather as if we fucked up. We haven’t fucked up, we’re the first new human-angelics released from the old slavery world but our old emotions don’t understand it yet. We’re released of the old grid of energy which we existed in and gave so much to as well. It is very new after billions of years of serving, fighting, often as ancient warriors, medieval knights, rebels or modern perfectionists at work or even activists. We’re now stepping up to leave this space of a fight and rebellion to others who are newly awakened and who realized what’s wrong in this old world. They will be closing the gap between dualities to make it one again.

We are called to focus only on ourselves and the relationship with the twin flame, to let us feel like one, not separated anymore. We didn’t find the twin to be catalyzed, then live and develop separately because it’s nonsense, who needs it? We were separated because we had serious wounds and unhealthy connections we had to realized then purge, but then our souls will pull us again when they receive an order from above to make us one again, to live as a duo in the same times-space and dimension. He/she is our other half. We came here to live with that other half physically, not to feel a phantom pain. If we wanted to let go and live separate lives with other people or lonely, we could well remain in a spirit, not re-incarnate in physical bodies. But we came here as we were allowed to be together in the physical form. Patience, open mind and pulling the twin into the heart (our One heart) are the only solutions now, so let’s stop sulking.

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i'll probably hate skye either way if i'm being honest. she doesn't have much going for her that's easy to like (as of right now at least) 😒

I know what you mean. The worst part is that she did have likable qualities in Season 1. No matter how short-sighted or selfish she was, I could at least enjoy how she became ride-or-die for MC after they joined the Quidditch team. Her loyalty was heartwarming, and it honestly developed her character a lot more, since it showed how she sees the world through the lens of Quidditch, and how MC became family to her once they were on the team - S1 Skye might not have come out and said it directly the way that Orion did, but it was heavily implied in her actions. 

The problem with Season 2 and the whole story-line of Skye acting strangely and mistreating MC, is that she’s losing that duality. Most of her likable qualities depend on the bond that she formed with MC in Season 1. So if that’s getting tossed out the window...Skye doesn’t have much else to show for it. 

#Skye Parkin #HPHM Quidditch