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aspoonofsugar · 3 years

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I hope this is not too much of a hassle but by any chance could you do an analysis on Watts, Tyrian, and Hazel.

Hello anon!

Sure, no problem :) I think I have shared some thoughts on these three characters in other metas, but I’ll get this chance to organize them and to put them all together.

In general, I would say Watts, Tyrian and Hazel are not extremely deep characters and they mostly work as foils to others, drive subplots in specific arcs and highlight themes.

Here is a list of their major narrative roles, as for now.

1) They symbolize three parts of Salem:

Each member of Salem’s inner circle represents one side of her.

Watts is her entitlement.

Tyrian is her desire of destruction for the sake of destruction.

Cinder is her wish to be free.

Hazel is her inability to grieve.

They are Salem’s three flaws. The reasons why she ends up the way she is.

Salem’s journey starts because she is unable to grieve:

Salem: No! No! What did you do?! BRING HIM BACK!

And because she feels she deserves better than others:

God of Light: When you first came to me, I did pity you. But it is clear now that your selfishness and arrogance have led you astray.

Finally, she enters the pool of Darkness and embraces destruction:

Jinn: Instead, it created a being of infinite life with a desire for pure destruction.

At the same time, Tyrian and Hazel also represent Salem’s inability to understand the cycle of life and death:

God of Light: You must learn the importance of life and death. Only then may you rest.

The cycle is about loving life and accepting death. However, Salem initially refuses death (like Hazel) and then starts despising life (like Tyrian)

Interestingly, Hazel is eventually able to understand Gretchen’s choice:

Hazel: I'm doing what Gretchen would have done!

And dies sacrificing himself for others, just like Gretchen did.

I wonder if Tyrian’s death will be something which will instead be linked to him finally aknowledging the importance of life. Since Tyrian is a very negative character (and I do not think he will have a redemptive or particularly empowering death) it might be something as simple as him begging for his life.

2) Watts, Hazel and Tyrian all act as the main secondary villain of a specific arc and they are linked to the main theme of that arc.

a) Hazel fights in the Battle of Heaven and he is linked to Knowledge:

Oscar: Did she know the risk of being a Huntress?

Hazel: She was only a child! She wasn't ready!!

Oscar: She made a choice!

Knowledge is complementary to Choice. It is what you must aquire to choose wisely. However, initially Hazel does not understand it. He dismisses Gretchen’s choice as a her being tricked and he himself lacks the knowledge to make the right decision.

This is why his turning sides is linked to the relic of Knowledge:

Jinn: Why, hello again, old man. Did you have a question for me?

Hazel: Actually, I think all my questions are answered now.

He finally understands the truth and is able to choose:

Oscar: What are you going to do?

Hazel: What Gretchen would have done.

b) Watts displays his hacking abilities to its fullest in the Atlas Arc. This connects him to the theme of Creation and in particular to its negative declination aka Control:

Cinder: You said in your message that you have control over Penny.

Watts: I said I had Penny under control, not that I could telekinetically force her to do whatever I want.

He hacks Penny and overwrites her will. Moreover, he himself ends up manipulated and “controlled” by Cinder:

Cinder: You deserve this, Arthur. We'll be back.

c) Tyrian has roles both in the Mistral Arc and in the Atlas Arc. However, he misses from the climaxes of both, so I think he will be important in Vacuo and maybe he’ll find his death in that arc. Moreover, the theme of Destruction seems to fit his character.

Finally, when it comes to themes, Hazel, Tyrian and Watts all explore the theme of trust (aka one of the main themes of the Atlas Arc) in a minor way.

To be more specific, the theme of trust is explored throughout the story in different ways. I have explained it better here and here.

It is interesting because the theme of trust is explored starting with Ozpin, Oscar’s foil, who does not trust others, so our protagonists feel betrayed. However, in Atlas they find themselves in Ozpin’s shoes and must choose if to trust Ironwood or not.

Here, we explore a form of conditional trust. This idea is presented by Ruby, who wants to be sure it is safe to trust Ironwood. So she keeps secrets and studies him until she decides she can trust him… only to discover that was not the case immediately after. This happens because trust can never be completely safe. Actually, in its most negative declination, this kind of trust becomes the control symbolized by Ironwood.

No matter what, trust is always a leap of faith. This is why trust is a risk. Oscar shows this concept well. He decides to still trust Ironwood at the end of volume 7, but it does not work. Still, he does not stop and decides to trust Emerald and Hazel. This time his trust and faith are repaid. He is fred and gains a new ally.

Anyway, even if trust is worth it, the exploration of this theme in Atlas actually ends on a negative note. It ends with Cinder who is an enemy of trust because she uses others’ trust and feelings against them.

In short, we are shown what trust is through Oscar, what it happens when there is no trust through Ozpin and how trust can be twisted and manipulated through Cinder.

Well, Hazel, Watts and Tyrian explore these same ideas in their subplots.

Tyrian takes advantage of the lack of trust among Robyn, Clover and Qrow:

Tyrian: It's taking a very long time for this show to get to the good part.

He exploits it and manages to kill Clover because of it.

Hazel shows the power of trusting others instead:

Oscar: You want him to trust us? Then trust me.

Oscar’s trust makes him willing to listen and later on he decides to help the kids escape.

Finally, Watts is used and discarded by Cinder, who fakes trust and friendship towards him and Neo.

3) Hazel, Tyrian and Watts all foil a member of Ozpin’s group and show their flaw in a clearer way.

Hazel foils Ozpin himself:

Hazel: He didn't tell you my tale, did he, boy? I thought you looked familiar, to think that evil was inside you when our paths first crossed. Your blood won't be on my hands, it'll be on his.

On one hand Hazel accuses Ozpin of sending kids to their deaths, while hurting children himself. On the othet hand Ozpin speaks about the importance of making choices, but does not give all the knowledge necessary to make an informed choice. So, both characters earnestly believe in their ideals, but they are also hypocrites about them.

Watts foils Ironwood.

Watts accuses Ironwood of having used his genius only to dismiss him later on and does not aknowledge how he himself has taken advantage of Atlas society that leaves those below (like Cinder) to rot. Moreover, both Ironwood and Watts frame themselves as rational, but lose precisely because they dismiss the importance of feelings for both manipulation (Watts) and trust (ironwood).

Finally, Tyrian foils Qrow.

In particular, Tyrian embodies Qrow’s self-destructive tendencies, which are Qrow’s true flaw. As a matter of fact Qrow ends up hurt in both fights (the first tiem physically, while the second time emotionally) not because Tyrian is stronger than him. He ends up hurt because of his flaw.

In Mistral, his misunderstanding with Ruby leads to him being poisoned. This happens because Qrow is so scared of his semblance that he keeps others away and does not explain himself.

In Atlas, his cynism leads him to make a pact with Tyrian and this leads to Clover’s death.

4) Finally, Hazel, Watts and Tyrian all foil a member of CEM:

I have discussed Emerald and Mercury’s foiling with Hazel and Tyrian here and here.

Hazel and Tyrian step in as Emerald and Mercury’s parental figures once Cinder leaves them behind.

Hazel is Emerald’s positive parental figure, but he is blinded by his flaw, just like she is.

Tyrian is Mercury��s negative parental figure, but he also tells the boy truths he needs to accept.

At the same time, Hazel is what Emerald really wants (an adult who looks out for her), while Tyrian is who Mercury thinks he wants to be (a big bad man). In both cases, they are not what Emerald and Mercury really need. Emerald must learn to be more independent, while Mercury needs to nurture his positive relationship(s).

I have discussed Cinder’s foiling with Watts here, here and here.

Watts embodies Cinder’s flaw (her hunger for power) enveloped in everything she hates, but also deep down envies (being an Atlas elites).

It is interesting that Watts is not really a mentor figure for Cinder (differently from Hazel and Tyrian for the murder kids). He is a colleague, so they are on equal footing. Interestingly, though, they both try to discredit the other and to act as the other’s superior.

In general, this is another way to convey that Cinder is less child-coded than the two kids she took in.

At the same time, it shows how Atlas makes relationships between equals difficult because in Atlas everyone always tries to be on top and discards the ones below.

5) Hazel, Watts and Tyrian’s arcs, when they exist, are very short and simple.

Moreover, they are built on what ifs.

What would happen if Hansel lost Gretel?

He would stay a prisoner of the Witch forever, until he manages to free himself doing what his sister would have done:

In a sense, Gretchen still frees Hazel, not physically like in the fairy tale, but psychologically because she inspires him.

What would happen if Watson were envious of Sherlock?

He would join Moriarty and end up consumed by his own envy:

Watts is shown eating a green apple while controlling a falling Atlas. This is interesting because Atlas is the house of our titular Snowhite and green is a color associated with envy. It is as if Watts has taken the bait Cinder offered him using his feelings of entitlement and jealousy:

Cinder: You have everything you need?

Watts: Oh, believe me, this is everything I've ever wanted.

His arc is also a clear case of wants versus needs. He gets what he wants, ignoring that this is not what he needs.

What would happen is the Scorpion killed the Frog, but survived?

The answer is that he would keep making pacts he breaks (like the one with Qrow) and would keep poisoning others (both physically or psychologically).

This until he leads himself to his own demise, just like his fable counterpart.

Thank you for the ask!

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labyrinth-runner · 3 years

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"You don't have to worry I'm never going to touch you" with Dan pls????

Title: War of Hearts

This is definitely an AU and I am not apologizing. I’ve been watching the American TV show North and South. This is what happened.

When the war office had contacted you to let you know that your father was missing in action, the world had slowed. Your mother fell to her knees, and you saw her pray for his safe return. It was an act of desperation she had not shown in the years since your father had left to fight in the war, saying that she trusted God to bring him home and to pray for his safe return would be an act of doubt. Now, you watched fear overtake that feeling of assuredness. You watched her break as she buried her face in your skirts. Your roles reversed as you found yourself comforting her as she had always comforted you.

Locking eyes with the officer on your front step, you nodded. He gave you a regretful nod and left you to pick up the pieces.

Since then, days in your household were quiet. It was almost as if your mother were afraid that showing any sense of normalcy would be to show some higher power that your father was not truly needed, but you knew the truth. Your father was the other half of her heart. Without him, she was only half living. It was hard to watch, especially since you had no way of helping her cope, because you couldn’t fathom what it would be like to be so tethered to another person.

One day, you were sitting on the window seat in the parlor. Your needlework rested in your lap as you looked out at the sun shower on the other side of the glass. You always found sun showers to be a hypocritical kind of weather. It was as if the sky were offering hope while also mourning a loss. Looking to the west, you could see clearer skies, which you looked forward to, contemplating on taking a ride before dinner just to get out of the house.

Movement caught your eye, and you turned towards the source. There was a horse riding through the gate of the house at top speed with two men atop it. One seemed worse for wear.

You were to your feet and running to the door, calling out for your mother. The door was thrown open as the horse came to a stop in front of the steps.

Feet raced towards you and your mother was out in the rain helping the wounded man from his horse. “Oh, darling,” she cried as she reunited with your father.

The other man wrapped an arm around your father’s back to lead him back into the house. Together with your mother, they got him up and into bed while you sent for the doctor.

Once the doctor arrived, you were making tea to serve to this other man who had accompanied your father home. Out of the corner of your eye, you appraised him.

He was handsome, albeit a tad scruffy. Then again, the war had run long and you figured that men weren’t as concerned with their physical appearance as much as they were concerned with survival.

“Tea, Captain?” you asked as you set the tray on the table.

“I’ll have a cup, since you went through all the trouble,” he murmured, taking the proffered saucer. He watched you wearily, a look of sympathy in his eyes.

“You must have ridden for a long time,” you murmured as you settled on the sofa across from him.

“We road for days, Miss,” he replied, looking down at the amber liquid in his cup, no doubt wishing it was something stronger. “After the battle, we were separated from our unit. Then we came across a few rebel scouts. Your father was injured while we... dispatched them. I promised him I’d get him home to recover.”

“Father’s last letter through the lines said he was marching South and we would not hear from him for a while. You’re meaning to tell me that you made your way through rebel lines just to get him home?” you asked, wide-eyed.

“Miss, the General has always had my back. I just wanted to have his,” he said with a small smile.

You nodded, “I see. Well, if you’ll excuse me, Captain...?”

“Torrance,” he murmured. “Dan Torrance.”

“If you’ll excuse me, Captain Torrance, I’d like to check on my father,” you replied, getting up to leave.

When you reached the upstairs bedroom, you found your father propped up in bed. His eyes lit up when he saw you, “Well, if it isn’t my pride and joy.”

Your corners of your eyes crinkled as you came over to sit on the edge of his bed. Taking his hand, you placed a kiss to his knuckles, “You gave mother quite a scare.”

“I always keep her on her toes,” he said playfully, but there was guilt in his eyes.

“We’re just glad you’re home,” you murmured, “Captain Torrance told me he snuck you through Rebel lines.”

“That the boy did. I’ll see to it that there’s a promotion in his future,” your father grinned. “He’s a fine man.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“And he’ll make a fine husband.”

“I’m sure his wife will be lucky to have him,” you replied absentmindedly.

“I’d like to see the two of you wed before he’s called back,” your father said pointedly.

“Wed?” you asked, trying to keep your voice under control. “But, father, I hardly know the man.”

“Darling, I want to know that should something happen to me, that you and your mother will be taken care of. I trust Captain Torrance with my life,” your father said adamantly.

“And I am expected to trust him with my heart?” you asked incredulously. Shaking your head in disbelief, you got up to leave, ignoring how your father called after you.

Making your way down the stairs, you locked eyes with the Captain through the doorway as he sat across from your mother, no doubt regaling her with tales of his bravery. You felt hollow. The world seemed to spin like when your corset had been laced too tight when you were younger. You needed air. Stumbling towards the door, you walked out into the sun shower, walking blindly towards the garden.

A sun shower, you thought with disdain, the sun shining because my father has returned, yet mourning the loss of my freedom.

Footsteps thudded on the ground behind you and the rain stopped pelting your back. You looked up to see an umbrella over your head as the holder stood in the downpour.

“I take it he told you,” Captain Torrance sighed.

“Were you expecting a blushing bride?” you sniffed, “Because you will be sorely mistaken.”

“I didn’t ask for this.”

You rounded on him, “Oh, so you don’t even want me?”

Somehow, that hurt worse. You could see it in his eyes that he knew he regretted the words.

“Please, just come back inside,” he pleaded.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded and followed him back into the house. You parted ways with him once inside, retreating to your room.

Captain Torrance stayed with your family, but you skirted around him to the best of your ability. Part of you figured that you should try to get to know him, seeing as he was to be your husband, but you needed to work through your own feelings first.

Anger melted into nervousness as your wedding day approached. As you stood in front of your mirror, turning this way and that in your dress, you felt your heart fluttering in your chest.

“He’s a nice man,” your mother stated from the doorway.

“So I’ve been led to believe,” you sighed, smoothing out your dress.

Your mother crossed over to pick up your veil from the vanity. Carefully, she nestled it into your hair. “Your father wouldn’t make this match if he didn’t trust him.”

“I know,” you admitted, turning towards her. “Part of me just hoped that I would have some say in such a momentous decision.”

“That’s a luxury few have,” your mother said with a small smile.

“But you love father,” you replied.

“I didn’t always,” she sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Your father and I were married as part of an arrangement our fathers made when they were at West Point together. It further solidified their friendship. Growing up, I greatly disliked your father.” She leaned in conspiratorially, “He used to pull my pigtails and made fun of my freckles during the summer.” A far away look entered her eyes. “Then we grew up. He was no longer that boyish brute I had known. He grew into a handsome man with kind eyes who protected me from the world. When we married, we were only friends, but my dear that is the best foundation. Love grew swiftly as we learned to laugh with one another. Then we had you,” she smiled wide, “and I realized that I couldn’t imagine my life with anyone else.”

You leaned against your bed post, “Do you think I can have that with Captain Torrance?”

“I think you can have whatever you dream as long as you keep an open mind,” she replied, getting up. “Now, come along, dearest. Everyone is waiting.”

Nodding, you let your mother lead you down the stairs to where your father was waiting. You took his good arm and walked with him down the aisle.

Although the priest was speaking, you barely heard him over the thud of your heart. In truth, you weren’t very present in the moment. Instead, your mind was racing ahead to that night, wondering what was to become of you. Your betrothed vowed himself to you in words you did not hear, and you repeated your own back like you were reciting a poem. Captain Torrance’s hand was so warm around yours as he gave you reassuring squeezes every once in a while. Every squeeze brought you back to the moment and sent you drowning in a concerned pair of blue eyes.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the priest stated.

You tensed up, expecting it to be awkward as Captain Torrance cupped your cheek and leaned in to kiss you. It was short and sweet, and for some reason you were disappointed. However, it wasn’t disappointment in the kiss itself. It was disappointment in the fact that it was so short.

The two of you turned out to face your guests, walking through them towards the reception. As you split apart to mingle, you came up with the brilliant idea of dancing the night away with anyone who would ask, hoping it would extend the night and make you too tired to perform your marital duties later. You took turn upon turn around the room, passing hands and entertaining your guests. At first, you didn’t care what your new husband did, catching him talking to your guests here and there out of the corner of your eye. However, you found it strange that he did not ask to cut in.

As the clock struck nine, you gracefully removed yourself from the dance floor to find him. He was nowhere in the house. Only when you stepped out into the cool night air did you find him on the porch with a glass in his hand. Drawing closer, you noticed it was just water.

“No liquid courage?” you teased.

A sad smile settled on his face as he looked down at the glass in his hands, “No. I only run on true courage or cowardice these days.”

“You can’t be a coward if any of the tales my father has told me this week are to be believed,” you murmured as you leaned against the railing next to him.

An awkward silence settled between the two of you as you looked out into the night. It was as if both of you didn’t know the words to say. You noticed him studying you, eyes trailing down your features as if trying to memorize them. His hand rested inches from yours, but he didn’t dare to move it closer.

“You don’t have to worry,” he said softly, “I’m never going to touch you.”

“Then what exactly do you get out of this arrangement?” you asked, turning to face him.

“Enough that I won’t ever demand that of you,” he replied.

“Right,” you smiled ruefully, “I’m sure the stocks in my father’s company that he undoubtedly gave you can buy you the finest ladies.” The words were said with a tinge of resentment at the fact that you were now trapped in a marriage while he could still look elsewhere.

Dan wet his lips before turning away, “I refused them. After all, I didn’t earn them.”

You turned to him in shock, “Then what do you get out o this arrangement?”

“A companion,” he said before downing the rest of his drink, “Now, we should head back inside before our guests miss us. After all, I believe I owe you a dance. If you aren’t too tired of dancing yet, that is.” He held his arm out to you. After a moment of bewilderment, you took it, allowing him to lead you back into the fray.

Once inside, his smile slid back on his face and you somehow felt at ease. But, in the back of your mind you registered just how strange your situation was. You were the wife of Captain Torrance. You knew he was a good man, but in your heart you also knew you had just married an enigma. There was so much more beneath the surface that you could only wonder if you would ever truly know him.

#dan torrance x reader #dan torrance #doctor sleep #dan x reader

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coeursetcolores · 3 years

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What I Would Add To/ Change About: Devil May Cry 5

Hello again! Today is March 8th! Two years ago, Devil May Cry 5 was released, over ten years after Devil May Cry 4. Such a long gap caused many to believe that Capcom abandoned the franchise, but to our surprise at the 2018 E3 conference, after years of silence and tentative hope brought by a picture of Reuben Langdon and Johnny Yong Bosch in mocap gear, the day we dreamed of happened: DMC was back!

Now here’s the million dollar question: Did Devil May Cry 5 live up to it’s fans’ expectations after all those years?

I’m pleased to say, YES!

To the whole collective fandom, this game was totally Smokin’ Sexy Stylish!

To me individually...

Well...

It wasn’t really what I’d thought it’d be.

This is all just my own personal opinion and if you disagree with me, that’s perfectly okay! If you’d like to talk about a point I made, please let me know, but please try to respect my opinion as I respect yours.

Fair warning, I won’t talk about online stuff. I’m not an online gamer, that’s just not me.

Well, with out further ado, let’s get started!

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Like the last time, I’d like to start with the positives before getting to the things I wasn’t 100% on board with.

Combat. It’s DMC, and it’s styling way past any other game that dare challenge it.

The music: Frustration is getting bigger! BANG, BANG, BANG! Pull my Devil Trigger!

NICO. I jut love that crazy chick. And yay! Nero has a friend!

The death screen changes were SO helpful. Giving an option to come back in the middle of a fight saved me so much time! As long as it stuck to in-game currency...

The backgrounds are so detailed, Redgrave City looks amazing! And I was really happy when they brought back that gorgeous gothic architecture for Sparda’s mansion!

Bosses are tough, but not to unfair levels. It really makes you feel awesome when you finally knock that last bit of health out.

I’ll never miss an opportunity to fight Vergil. One for having an opponent that doesn’t tower over you, two for his fights just being great as usual. And after everything he’s done, yeah, it feels good to beat the ever loving crap out of him.

Dante dance. I cannot do it justice.

Lady’s new outfit is so cool!

Patty! Call her back Dante!

MOTORCYCLE! BUZZSAWS!

Dante has officially embraced being a silver fox. I salute him.

LORE!!!!!!

NERO! NERO! NERO! BEST BOY, SPICY SON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU PRECIOUS BLOODTHIRSTY SWEETHEART!

You can see just how much detail went into the game. From the blood tubes staining you to V decomposing, it’s astounding.

Nero got a Devil Trigger! And it’s GORGEOUS! ...I do miss his persona, though...

Seeing all our favorite demon hunters again! I missed these guys!

Okay, but before we get to what I wish they added, I want to say something.

I have a lot of issues with this game, but while I can blame some of that on the writing and design teams, a lot of it is also on me having spent years basically imagining the story that would be perfect for me and probably me only. So a lot of my problems may boil down to the game not matching my imaginary scenario, so take my suggestions with a grain of salt.

Now here are some things that could have possibly made me like the game more.

ADD:

MORE LADY AND TRISH. These women were screwed when it came to the plot and they could have done more, what the heck?! Maybe some scenes where they try to process what happened to them, have them distraught at having been used by Urizen to help him destroy the city and blame themselves. Have Lady blow up at Dante for not warning them about what was really going on, for letting them go in unprepared, let her tell him that the blood of the city is on their hands because he kept his mouth shut. Lady is a huge influence in his life, and I feel like this would really open his eyes to how much he messed up.

As for Trish, she knows better than anyone else that you can really screw up and hurt someone that cares about you. Maybe after everything goes down, she could be the one to encourage everyone that, “Yeah, we messed up big time. But sitting around here hating ourselves isn’t getting anything done. So get up, we’ve got a city to fix.” I feel like this could really show how human she’s gotten from being with Dante and the others. I think it’d make her look more multi-dimensional.

And how come Vergil can get a DLC when he was in the game even less than they were?! The women in these games deserve equal representation, Capcom’s DMC developers!

And as for Vergil, maybe make his deal less ambiguous? I mean, the whole “Is Vergil really redeemed?” debate is really bringing out the worst in people. Like yeah, keep it ambiguous to the characters, it makes sense for Vergil to not show something “weak” like remorse to others, but show it in a way that the player can easily interpret.

Give Vergil some missions to himself where he takes in exactly what he’s done. Have him see Redgrave City, where he was born, devastated, people he may have once known reduced to ashes and know this is all because of him. That just because he wanted to be stronger, he’s destroyed lives, because even if he had no intentions of doing so, the split went against his wishes and left him weak to see a tyrant slaughter countless people without any goal. Have him realize that even if that was unintentional, he still nearly almost ended humanity once before with a sound mind (Temen-ni-gru) so he can’t pretend he’s in the right and that he’s actually probably a disgrace to Sparda’s legacy. Have him run into a sobbing little boy crying that his mother was killed and he lost his brother, maybe in the ruins of the family home. Have Vergil look into a mirror and see Mundus, have him realize that he’s no better than the demon that killed his mother and imprisoned him for years. Have him hallucinate Sparda disowning him for going against everything Sparda believed in. Have him see Eva sadly tell him that she wanted to save him, but seeing what he’s become lament that she lost her life trying to save a monster. And when Dante tells him Nero’s his son, he freezes. He abandoned and maimed his own child, left him for his brother to care for. Dante sees this and doesn’t know what to do? Is Vergil...sorry? Can he take a chance on him this time?

Or leave him an unrepentant jerk that’s just upset he still can’t win and expressly tells Nero he’s only going to cut down the Qliphoth down so he can fight Nero again and because he doesn’t want to give up Yamato.

And for that matter, make V’s goal clearer to the player. Have him expressly state, when he’s by himself with his familiars with no one that he can manipulate around that:

A. He wants to stop Urizen and prevent anymore devastation as atonement for his crimes as Vergil and part of the reason he wants to merge again is that while he does want to fight Dante again, he deserves to die as Vergil or defeat Dante and fix his mistakes by himself, realizing that Dante’s been cleaning up his messes for years.

B: He wants his power back, his mind got stuck in the human half and he can’t stand how weak it is. Everyone is just a stepping stone for him to be stronger.

Actually have the characters react to the Qliphoth. Seriously, everyone is crazy apathetic to all the death and destruction that they failed to stop. Aren’t they supposed to be the “heroes?” The only character this would make sense for, ironically, the one who actually seems to remember it exists at the end, Nero. Yeah. Remember how he didn’t care about anything but Kyrie in 4? Remember how the developers said he would just walk away after Dante shot the pope if Kyrie wasn’t there? I’m not say he needed to stay apathetic, I’m just saying it doesn’t make sense for him to be the righteous character.

Have Dante at some point just look out at Redgrave and see that if he had told the others what was going on, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. “...This didn’t have to happen.” Have this weigh on him. He’ll still act goofy, but he realizes that his selfishness can have real consequences.

Have him realize that he really hurt Nero with what he said and that he used Nero’s trauma and insecurity against him in the heat of the moment and it’s causing a rift between him. When he’s alone, make him privately promise to make it up to him later and actually apologize at some point near the end. Dante should know from his experiences with Vergil that insecurity can lead someone down the wrong path and that if he doesn’t do something he could lose one of the few positive relationships he has.

Have Nico have at least one freak out at everything around her and realize that she might not be as ready for this as she thought. She hasn’t experienced something like this before like the others. Nero comforts her and it makes their friendship grow stronger.

When Nero starts talking about family, he should acknowledge that while he is related to Vergil, they’re not really a family yet until they actually work for it, and that he knows what a real family is like, the ones who adopted him and were there for him (Kyrie’s parents, Credo, Kyrie, Nico, Dante, Lady, Trish, etc.).

Make it clearer that Vergil isn’t forgiven for his crimes, but that they’re willing to give him a chance. His last one.

Alright, now for the overall changes.

CHANGE:

The entire ending. Instead of Dante going down with Vergil, Vergil stops him and tells him that his life is here, with people that haven’t hurt him like he has. Dante tries to protest, says he can’t leave Vergil free to do whatever, but Vergil gives a bittersweet smile and tells him he can’t stop him, but it’s obvious Vergil’s not going to do anything again. When Dante gets desperate and tells Vergil he can’t leave him again, Vergil tells Dante he’ll be back, once he’s cleaned up his own mess for once; he’s the older brother after all. With that, Vergil goes to fix his mistake.

Dante’s left behind by his brother again. Instead of brushing things under the table, Nero is furious with Dante for never telling him the truth about his family. Especially after he was left uncertain about the future and looked to Dante for guidance, Nero feels betrayed. Dante understands and apologizes. Nero’s too upset to accept and tells Dante he needs time to think before he’s ready to talk to him again. Instead of begging Nero to stay and keep a connection he desperately needs, Dante lets him go, realizing that if he wants to fix things, he needs to start learning how to talk about how he actually feels instead of covering things up and unintentionally hurting those he loves.

Vergil destroys the Qliphoth, but doesn’t leave the Underworld. Realizing just how much he’s sinned, starting all the way back to Temen-ni-gru, he resolves to not go back to the human world until he’s made himself one worthy of being a Son of Sparda, finally understanding what that really means. Descending into the Underworld, he won’t leave until he’s eliminated those that would harm the world his brother, father and son protect so hard. This could be the start of his own spin-off series that would focus more on the demon lore in the games and take place entirely in the Underworld with Vergil struggling to be a better person and take responsibility for his own actions. Devil May Cry: Atonement, maybe.

Nero heads back home with Nico but doesn’t read V’s book. Hurt from his betrayal, he puts it in a box and seals it up for Vergil’s maybe return. When Nico starts talking about how Agnus is the reason she’s alive, she also acknowledges that she already has a real father and family that love her and subtly (and stutteringly) implies Nero’s a part of that, cementing that Nero has a family that loves him and is there for him. Nero thanks her and the two descend into silence for a bit before they start mocking each other and end up laughing before Nico realizes Nero’s crying. When she starts freaking out, he explains that he’s scared he’s still not strong enough to protect them, but before Nico can say anything, the phone rings. Answering it, a voice says, “You don’t have to be.” Looking out front the two see Kyrie and Patty, decked out in hunting gear, a phone in Kyrie’s hand. Smiling at them, she says into it, “We’ll protect each other.” Running out of the van, Nero scoops Kyrie up in a hug. When Patty starts complaining about them ignoring her, Nico pulls her away and tells her not to interrupt. After a bit, the group looks out at the horizon and vow to fight together, not letting themselves fall to the bitterness that led to this mess. Seeing some demons approach and watching his crew get ready, Nero smiles before smirking and gets ready to throw down. “Let’s rock!” Devil May Cry: Forsaken.

Dante looks out over Redgrave from his childhood home, silently miserable. After a while, Lady and Trish come over and try to talk, but he cuts them off with an apology. Fully realizing how his inability to let other people in nearly got them all killed, he encourages them to leave so they don’t end up like that again. Stunned from Dante apologizing, the two are silent. Then Lady angrily asks, “What the hell?! Just how dumb are you?!” She tells him that yeah he really screwed up this time, but they’re not going anywhere! He’s an idiot, but he’s THEIR idiot, and they’re not leaving him alone. They need him and he needs them. Trish tells him that if he has time to mope, he has time to clean up the city. The girls begin to walk back to the city and tell him to hurry up. A genuine smile on his face, Dante looks to his family’s home one more time, sheds some tears and walks away, from his past to his new family. Devil May Cry 6 will pick up on what happens next.

If Resident Evil can have like 50 spin-offs, why can’t DMC?

Alternatively, I’m also open to the suggestion of Vergil being stuck as V for the rest of his life. Karmic punishment at it’s finest.

In all honestly, Vergil was really unnecessary to bring back. Like, just make him DLCs, his whole story is done. It just feels like fanservice and the writers banking on a popular character to bring in sales. I also feel like the game bends itself over backwards to please him (back to life, cheat coded to power, no more nightmares, gets to fight Dante whenever he wants, gets a son who wants his acknowledgement he didn’t have to raise, crimes are basically swept under the rug) while everyone else gets kind of screwed over (Dante has to leave his friends behind, Nero’s abandoned again, Lady and Trish are captured and get no screen time, V’s familiars are gone, millions are dead).

I think Urizen and V should have been their own things: I liked the idea of Urizen being the general of Mundus that attacked Dante’s house (his ACTUAL reason for fighting) and V being Mundus’ son who was abused and bonded with his henchmen who decided to become a devil hunter in vengeance for his mistreatment. I dunno, I feel bad V (who legitimately creeped me out) was just made into a convenient little redemption arc.

Nero’s character arc really should have been something else. I think he should have learned throughout the story to stop caring what others thought about him (a trait that should have been visible in 4 if it was going to be such a big deal in 5) and learn to trust his own strength. He should’ve realized that he doesn’t need to prove anything to Dante, he’s never going to be the same and he should be happy with who he is. Also, wanting Vergil’s acknowledgement doesn’t make sense. He may be his biological father, but literally the only things Nero knows about him is that he ripped his arm off, started the apocalypse, got millions killed, manipulated him and wants to kill the guy who was actually like a dad to him. Biological ties can only count for so much.

Alternatively, his arc could have been about becoming a more compassionate person. Like I said earlier, it’d make sense if he didn’t care about anyone other than Kyrie being in trouble. And remember when he tried to kill an armor he thought had a human in it in 4? Along with the seemingly human Agnus? Have Dante worried Nero might go down the wrong path. Have him tell Nero about Vergil WAY earlier (months after 4) and have Nero worried if he’ll turn out like that. Nero actually had more potential to be dark than Dante, and I feel like that in trying to make him look like a perfect hero in 5, they had to make Dante look worse (keeping secrets, ignoring suffering, etc.).

And instead of “deadweight,” Nero’s berserk button should have been Dante not telling him things. You know, like the Order? The group he worked for that tried to start the apocalypse in secret and nearly got him and his girlfriend killed along with actually killing his older bother? Yeah.

I do not like the hyperrealism. This is purely on me preferring more animesque art styles, but I always felt that not looking like actual humans helped the series’ fantastic elements shine.

Dante’s new outfit is just so...muted. It’s just boring. Dante’s supposed to be flashy, dang it! Give me back the chaps!

Nero’s hair is awful. It just looks terrible on him, I wanted him to have long, pretty hair. They should have just kept his trigger hair all throughout the game.

Also, Dante’s the hunk, give Nero back his soft, pretty boy face!

DON’T GET RID OF DEVIL BRINGER! I hated using the Devil Breakers, who wants breakable weapons in Devil May Cry?! What’s next, reloading ammo?! And if you can come back from being stabbed, shot, electrocuted, impaled, would it kill you to let Nero grow his demon arm back to keep his playstyle easier?! And if you needed a challenge, congratulations! Nero lost his Devil Trigger! WORK WITH THAT!

Please don’t get rid of Dante. I love Nero, but he can’t do the main protagonist role. This is Dante’s series and he needs to finish it. Sure, give Nero a spin-off or two, but let Dante finish the story; the “Sons of Sparda” storyline was just 3. Not the whole series. Vergil is an important figure in Dante’s story, but he’s not where it ends. Dante. And. Vergil’s. Lives. Do. Not. Revolve. Around. Each. Other. They just liked to fight each other and developed opposing ideals, but their overall goals ultimately didn’t really factor in the other.

The whole Vergil abandonment thing shouldn’t have happened along with his beating Dante obsession, it seriously weakened Vergil’s character. He started out as someone who wanted the power to defend himself and became so deluded that he was ready to disregard any moral limitation to get it and simply fought Dante to amuse himself while never letting it get in the way of his goals. And him blaming Dante and Eva and insisting that Dante had an easier life, while I can understand it, just makes him come across as a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum.

Let V’s familiars kill demons without him. That was just really annoying.

And that’s it. My dreams for Devil May Cry 5 and the reality were two very different things and honestly...I’m afraid I’m growing out of this series.

I’ll still post some content I want to get out, but I’m not sure I’ll be picking up the next one.

#What I Would Add to/Change About...#Devil May Cry 5 #Criticism #Praise #My Silly Personal Opinion

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serenitystored-a · 3 years

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a drabble of adalet & rohesia, their first kiss as teens ! / @heartsaked

The summers in Khidia had always been hot and this year was no exception, so warm that the locals believed their goddess had left her palace in the sky and decided to walk among them, leaving a lingering heat with every footstep and swish of her sleeve.

But for Adalet the heat on her cheeks and in her stomach came from elsewhere.

The princess made her way down a narrowed cobblestone path, turning right at a vine of honeysuckles, further down the path that turns slowly from stone to grass. The path disappears, spread into a circular grass garden. To its left, a round table and set of chairs made of limestone, the chairs adorned with pale cushions.

To the right, a low curved wall, the moon’s cycle etched from one end to the other, the image of the full moon disrupted by the familiar brown leather boots dangling in front of it.

Rohesia – her best friend – was waiting for her. The two had known each other since they were young, a princess and her lady-in-waiting, though their friendship had surpassed the expectations of their title, it was something stronger. They had been joined at the hip but only a few months ago, barely fifteen, Rohesia had declared her dream to join the royal guard, passing the exam with flying colours.

It had changed the amount of time they spent together – separated by classrooms and training grounds, this spot had become their haven, a way to catch up without formality or disruption.

Adalet keeps her presence hidden for a moment, takes the time to watch the way Ro acted when she was alone. Staring up at the sky, swinging her feet, recounting the rules a knight must follow, fingers tapping out a tune she swore she detested.

Something had changed the day her friend had gone from lady-in-waiting to knight-in-training. And it was not just her haircut either. Whatever it was, Adalet could not put her finger on it, but she liked it.

“Khidia wouldn’t be happy if she saw you covering the moon up like that.” Adalet says, making her presence finally known, laughing at the startled noise that came the other.

“if she loves it so much then why does her palace float in the sky and not in space?” Rohesia grumbles back.

Embarrassed. She only ever grumbled when she got embarrassed.

“Because the Moon is its own being entirely, or have you forgotten my grandmother’s stories?” teases the princess, earning her an eyeroll.

Crossing the space between them, Adalet makes it to the wall where Rohesia waits with her hands out. Adalet takes them and with a practiced push of foot against wall, she sits herself at Rohesia’s side.

A moment’s silence. Then they make eye contact and they fall into conversation – Rohesia, about her training ( “you should’ve seen it. He was so annoyed that I bested him at archery that he almost popped a vein.” ), and Adalet about her classes ( “I don’t think battle magic is for me, my tutor agrees, but grandma says it’s important.” ), and then snippets of everything in between. It is when Rohesia jokes about the love affair between her superiors that Adalet, like she’s been splashed with cold water, remembers why she asked Rohesia to meet her that night.

“Ro?”

“Mm?”

“I…” Adalet’s words disappear before they can be formed. Fingers fiddle with the locket that hangs around her neck.

“Addy? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Ro.” Shoulders slump. “I think that something in me has changed. I – oh, keep this secret, will you, until I am sure? – but I think that my heart’s affection belongs to women, like Khidia and her ages old lover, Utaria. But I cannot be sure. I have never…I feel so confused.”

“I think it’s only normal to be confused,” is Rohesia’s reply – so fiercely confident that Adalet can only look at her in surprise, “You have my full trust and confidence. And I will do what I can to help you. I’d, I’d even hold your hand or kiss you if it meant your thoughts and heart could be clearer.”

“Ro, that is – “

“I - forgive me, Addy, I got a little too -” Rohesia’s hands wave in a gesture that replace the word me “about it. I just wanted you to know that I care. You are my princess, my best friend, I didn’t want you to feel alone.”

The princess stares and stares and stares, and then she laughs, the kind of fond laugh reserved only for her closest friend, and she pulls the other girl into a hug, cheek smushing cheek, only laughing harder at their protest. Hugs were very much Adalet’s thing, not Rohesia’s.

Cheeks still pressed together, Adalet sighs. “Thank you, Ro.”

“N-no problem.” Rohesia mumbles. The same moment, Adalet registers the warmth of hands seeping through the material of her dress. It felt…nice. Oh.

“Ro?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you mean it, that you would kiss me, to help me?”

“I…” throat is cleared, and the squire leans away, shoulders straightening, hands settling – firm, but gently – on both of Adalet’s arms, above the crook of her elbow. “I did.”

“Then, then would you? Oh, but only if you want to, not out of some obligation for our positions in – “

Rohesia’s lips are warm against hers, chapped from the summer heat, and Adalet melts as if she were ice cream left out for too long. It is easy to ignore the way their bodies awkwardly meet, the bruise (no doubt forming) from the bump of foreheads, because the kiss and its all-encompassing warmth is distraction enough.

When they part, both are flushed, gazes shy.

Princess!

A far away cry that breaks the spell they find themselves under.

“I – “

“Go.” Rohesia cuts, expression turning into one of amusement. “You know how Darlene is when you make her wait too long.”

“Of course, uhm, thank you. I’ll see you at dinner?”

“We have baklava for dessert for tomorrow, no way I’d miss that.” They grin.

“I’ll make sure the chef prepares triple the usual amount.” Adalet laughs, hopping off the wall.

A shared wave and then the princess runs from the wall. Pausing at the threshold of the garden path, Adalet turns to catch one last glimpse of Rohesia. The barely there moonlight makes brown eyes shine.

The clock in her heart strikes twelve – it is not that Rohesia had changed, the princess realises, but the way I saw her.

Fingers brush just-kissed lips and her cheeks burn. Turning away, Adalet runs off in the direction of Darlene, the clock in her heart starting to move once again, a new day in the time of realisation.

#adalet & rohesia / heartsaked #adalet / worldbuilding #i suppose that tag counts sdghdfhg #long post tw #for the mobile folks

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girlinthepictureframe · 5 years

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The Briefest Kiss Part 15

Early April 2019

“Miles!” Suki made her way through the busy club and smiled when she reached him. “Oh, it’s been too long, isn’t it?” She pecked his cheek, then pinched it playfully. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” said Miles, scooting to the side of the large velvet sofa in the back of the VIP area of the club, away from prying eyes and cameras, to make room for her. “How are you? I’ve heard you’re constantly jetting back and forth these days! Life is good, then?”

“Life is amazing,” she smiled. “Are you single at the moment?” The smile made way for a sneaky grin. “I gotta ask ‘cause I’m here with this friend of mine and she’s very into The Beatles. Also, she looks a bit like me, so she’s totally your type!”

He laughed. “Appreciate that, but…it’s the wrong time for that.”

She sat closer to him. “Why? Are you seeing anybody? Do I know her?”

“There's not…exactly...” He chuckled at himself. Explaining it felt rather ridiculous. “A long story. I don’t want to bore you with that.”

“Bore me good,” smirked Suki, put her purse on the floor, crossed her legs and grabbed the drink from his hand. “Bore me real good, darling!”

He loved that there was no lingering awkwardness between them. For as long as they had dated, years ago, things had been good. And when things had stopped being good, they had parted as genuine friends. Which mattered a lot to him, for he had always admired and appreciated her view of the world and her fearless approach to life.

She gave him a pointed look. “Start talking. I want to know.”

“There’s a somebody, alright. And I’m in love.”

“So you do have a somebody! Who is it?”

“It’s a somebody that’s not mine. He doesn’t feel the same.”

“How dare he?” she asked, offended on his behalf. “Do I know him?” He swallowed and she smiled. “Oh, I know him! Who is it? A model? A musician? An actor?”

“You’re not surprised that it’s a guy?”

“No? Why should I be? It’s 2019, Miles. Love whomever. But nice way of changing the topic. Come on, who is it?”

The waiter stopped by and he grabbed another drink from the tray when she leaned in and whispered, “is it Alex?”

Miles almost dropped the glass.

Suki giggled. “Damn, I’m good.” She pulled out her phone and started texting. A moment later, the phone vibrated. She giggled louder.

“What are you doing right now?”

“Telling Alexa that she owes me money!”  “What? Why?” He was lost. Completely.

“We made a bet years ago! I said you would fall first and she said he would fall first. You did fall first, right?” She eyed him skeptically. “I got my eyes on a nice pair of very expensive suede boots. Be honest here!”

“Told you,” assured Miles. “He’s not into me.”

“How would you know, though?”

  “I just do!” he said.

She gnawed on her bottom lip. Unconvinced. “You’re a guy. Guys and love. That’s a whole other thing. Let me demonstrate.” She turned towards him, cupped his face and looked deeply into his eyes. “I love you.” Then she pressed a quick kiss on his lips.

Miles leaned back a bit, suddenly uncomfortable. “Um…”

She burst out laughing. “See?” 

He shook his head. No, he was too stunned, too confused, to see.

“You’re a guy. You hear something, you believe it. The bunch of like your lives simple like that. But feelings are complicated.” She linked her arm with his and tipped their glasses together. “I’ve met Alex. I’ve seen you with him. The two of you…you’re two halves of a whole. Everyone always says so.”

“Alex and I…there’s a certain kind of attraction,” allowed Miles. “I won’t deny that. And something might have happened, but,” he added quickly, seeing her wide eyes, “I won’t spill anymore details! However, he and I are friends.”

“That’s not a reason not to be with somebody when you love him.” She winked at him. “You are I were friends.”

She was cornering him and he didn’t like that. “But—”

“No but. Think about it, Miles. Whatever it is that you and he have done, would you have done it with a stranger? Would it have felt the same?”

“No,” he admitted, “but I don’t deny that I’m in love with him.”

“Do you think he would have done it with a stranger? Would he have done, whatever he has done, without a certain kind of feeling for you?”

Would he? Miles was struck. It hadn’t been a simple kind of fuck. He’d had those in his life. He knew those felt different. The kind of thing he had experienced with Alex was different. It was haunting. It still lingered on his body, like a scent one couldn't shrug. It was one of the reasons it left him longing for more of it. It had been the kind of thing that showed you that life had something else, something more to offer – something you never even knew existed.

“You should tell him.”

“That I’m in love with him? I can’t, Suki. How selfish would that be? I unburden my heart and place all that weight on his? Besides,” confessed Miles. “Even if he shared those feelings, it wouldn't change anything. We would never work out. I mean, you’re the one who told me I’m not made for the forever-kind-of-love.”

She rolled his eyes. “We had just broken up, Miles. I was hurt. I said something I shouldn’t have said. I also said that you had the worst style ever and then I went and stole half of your closet! So what if you try and fail?”

“If we fail, I’ll lose him,” said Miles.

Suki shook her head. “I wish you weren't this pessimistic. We need another drink. Let’s party that gloominess out of you!”

Present Day

May 2019

Miles checked his phone. Again. When he had told Alex not to call him, he hadn’t really foreseen that he’d take that literally. Radio silence, week three. He tossed the pencil across the room, sighed heavily and leaned back on the cold floor of his London apartment. Surrounded by his acoustic, two electrics, an amp, a notepad and a withering biology book, Miles felt cornered. Every item in his vicinity was telling him to express his feelings, to write it down, to sing it out or to just let go, but the words refused to come to him today. They had abandoned him, along with his good mood, his interest in being sociable and every other reason to leave the apartment and enjoy life.

Instead, here he was, on the floor of a dimly lit room that was filled with memories of a life that used to be his and which he might never regain. Okay, fine. Maybe he was a bit dramatic. Melodramatic, even. But he was lovesick! He had a right to be pathetic and miserable! He checked the phone again.

Still nothing! “Argh!”

Miles sat up, grabbed the notepad and tried anew. Going through the scribbled remains of what once had been good ideas but now felt like mere nonsense, he tried to spot the bits that were worth holding onto. A few words here and there, maybe even half a stanza. Where was the damn pencil? He stretched, reached it and flipped through the notepad for an empty page, only to roll his eyes hard.

It was an old notepad he’d taken from Alex weeks ago, after having had to wait around for him in his childhood room. Only Alex had a habit of randomly choosing pages to write down on. A normal person would start at the beginning, then work his way through it page by page. Not Alex. And now Miles had to flip through page after page on the hunt for a blank one. He could take one of his one pads, but that would require getting off the floor, walking towards the shelf, pulling one out…all in all, it was just too much work.

Flip. Flip. Flip. Perfect! Blank pa—

Miles flipped back to the one before that.

His pulse began to drum. His heart-rate sped up.

“Dear Miles…”

The letter that Alex had mentioned back on New Year’s Eve. Here it was. In his hands. Available. He quickly shut the notepad and shoved it away from him. He stared at it from a distance as it laid on the floor, taunting him. Answers. In his reach. Right there, in front of him. But should he read the letter? Wasn’t it a bit like reading a trusted friend’s diary? Alex had told him that some of the letters were too raw, too honest. To read them without Alex’s consent would be awful, wouldn’t it?

Miles’ foot began to wiggle fast. He was fighting the urge to grab the notepad. What would Alex do? Would he read it, if roles were reversed? No. Or? The wiggling got stronger. Both feet were restless. He jumped up, began walk up and down the living room. Should he call Alex? Should he ask for permission? Alex wouldn’t give it to him, else he would have sent him the letter!

But he had mentioned the letters to him, which could mean that, maybe, subconsciously, he did want him to know what was inside. Right? “Oooh,” he whined, frustrated with this conundrum. He came to a stop in front of the item in question, tapped it with the tip of his foot. It looked so innocent and harmless. But it wasn’t. It was a ticking time bomb! A trap! It was the apple that would get him kicked out out of paradise.

“I’m going to hell for this!” Miles dropped to his knees, flipped to the page and began reading.

“Dear Miles, 

Speaking my mind, as becomes clearer to me day by day, is, for now, entirely unmanageable. As I have told you last fall, I could fill a series of albums with the amount of truths I’d like to share with you. But it’s not the notion of being honest that makes me avoid doing so, it’s the part that follows. I quite fear for your reaction. We’ve always been brutally honest with each other and there’s never been a moment in which I’ve regretted it. Until now, though, there has never been a truth as big as the one which is currently burdening my shoulders. I’m in love with you. And not just a little bit. Imagine that. I want to be your friend, but in your presence my heart’s desires overpower my mind’s demands. I want you to trust me with your friendship, but how can I ask that of you when I don’t trust my own self to keep a platonic distance towards you? I miss our nearness, our comfortable proximity, I miss the warmth I received in your arms when you held me as your friend, but how do I return into your friendly embrace when the longing for a different heat makes me seek out your arms in an utterly carnal manner? These are the questions I need to find answers to before I can figure out how to make amends for the mess I’ve created. I hope that yo—”

“He’s in love with me,” whispered Miles in utter disbelief. “How is that possible?” He couldn’t form a clear thought. Instead, all they had ever done, every moment they had ever shared from the very second they had met flooded his head all at once. Images of them holding each other close. Recollections of conversations they had shared – deeply personal ones, of topics he’d never discus with anyone else. Flashbacks of their time on stage together, lost in each other, while surrounded by hundreds and thousands.

Miles got up, went to grab his coat, a large paper bag with a backpack in it, his keys and then headed down to get a cab. It was too big of a statement, too massive a thing, to just read and believe. He needed to hear it from Alex. He needed to see Alex and hear him say it or else he wouldn’t believe it. This wasn’t the kind of thing one just accepted. This was something else, something bigger.

Only, when he finally reached Alex’s place, damn fucker didn’t open the door! Miles grumbled a rotten curse under his breath. “Alex, it’s me. Open up!”

“He isn’t here, Miles.”

Miles turned to find Alex’s neighbor standing in the doorway, an amused grin on her face. The woman was in her early eighties and at times mistook him for an old acquaintance of hers. “Where is he, Mrs. Finch?”

“Can’t tell you. Left with one of those really big suitcases last week. Haven’t seen him since.”

Facing away from the door, Miles leaned back against it. Exhausted. Angry. Restless. Impatient. Full of energy but completely drained all at once. Alex could be anywhere in the world right now. Could be in France, with Louise. Could be in bed with her right now. The very thought brought on a wave of nausea and he quickly pushed it away. He dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed Alex’s number, only to be told by a computer-generated voice that the person he was trying to call was temporarily unavailable. He bit his tongue from cursing again. He tried messaging him, but his phone let him know that his message couldn’t be delivered. “Fuck, Al. Where are you?”

He considered calling Alex’s parents but the fact that Al had his phone off and couldn’t be reached would needlessly worry them and that he didn’t want to do. He could call Louise, but what if Alex was indeed with her? He couldn’t bear the idea, least of all the confirmation of that. Miles took the big paper bag. “Mrs. Finch, may I ask a favor of you? Would you be so kind to give this to Alex once he returns? If I get a hold of him before you do, I’ll return and collect it.”

“Of course.” She sneaked a glance into the paper bag. “Is this his backpack?”

Well, thought Miles, hopefully it would become his. He nodded at her and smiled. “See you soon, Mrs. Finch. Thank you very much.”

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“Open the fucking door, you double-standard-applying, never-doing-what-you-want-me-to-do, generous, sweet-talking-old-ladies bastard!”

Miles, who had just fallen asleep on the couch and was torn wether he may or may not be dreaming at the moment, all but stumbled towards the door and pulled it open and said the first thing that came to his hazy mind. “You really need to learn how to curse right.”

Alex stormed past him, roughly shoving the backpack into Miles’ arms. “I just came back from very long, very exhausting, extremely delayed flight from Los Angeles only to find my neighbor all but attack me in my hallway as I’m opening my door. She was telling me a really strange story about some tall guy in a brown coat who had dropped by earlier and was quite disturbed by the fact that I wasn’t at home because, apparently, you desperately wanted to return a backpack to me!”

Miles was still wiping the sleep from his eyes, only slowly realizing that Alex Turner, his Alex, the one who was supposedly more than a little in love with him, was actually standing in his apartment right now and he was wearing a leather jacket. The latter part Miles found a bit rude. It was just as rude that somebody who had spent so many supposedly awful hours on a plane was looking so fucking ravishing this late into the night! He became aware of the backpack in his arms and held it out to Alex. “Merry Christmas.”

Alex shot him a fierce, frightening glare. “Do you have any idea how tempted I am to punch you right now?”

When Alex didn’t take the backpack, Miles dropped it on the floor. “Very?”

“Don’t push it,” warned Alex, his voice rising. “You told me to leave you alone! You left that hotel room! And I get that I fucked up, okay? But you didn’t speak a word to me for weeks and out of bloody nowhere you drop by and leave that for me?”

“You weren’t home. I wanted you to have it,” said Miles.

“Now? Why today? Without any explanation?” Alex met Miles’ eyes, then frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Miles looked away. Oh God, had he drooled? “Like what?”

“Like I’m a ghost or something.”

A flash of relief overcame him. “I’m not sure I’m really awake at the moment.” Miles walked back to the couch and sat down on the edge of it. Alex was here. Was Alex in love with him? How did one ask a question like that? Was it a yes or no question? Did it require eloquence? And where did he put that aspirin? “I could be dreaming right now.”

“You’re not,” assured Alex, unamused. “I’m more than happy to pinch you as proof!”

“Could you?”

“Miles! You’re not dreaming! Why would even think that? What’s so bloody good about this moment that you would want to dream about it? I’m not here to thank you for your gift! I’m pissed off right now and you know why!” He walked into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. Once he drank some, he placed it away, got rid of his jacket and sat down on a chair.

Miles was confused about it all. “You’re getting comfortable?” Did he intend to stay? Would this be a longer visit? “Are you staying?”

Alex scoffed. “Yes! I’m not done yelling at you! But it was long day and I’m tired. And jet-lagged. And hungry. Got anything good in your fridge or just the green stuff?”

Miles pinched his own arm. “Ow!”

“Bloody hell, Kane! What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you tripping on cold meds again? Is that a thing now?”

Shaking his head, Miles wondered if he’d ever snap out of his daze. It all felt so surreal. Alex Turner, who may or may not be in love with him, was in his apartment, irate at him for what Miles considered to be a very thoughtful gift, and he was also hungry. And even though Miles had a million questions he wanted to ask, all of which centered on the topic of ‘love’, the one thing he eventually did say was completely asinine. “I tried calling you today. Your phone was dead.”

“Well…” Alex seemed startled at the question, but then he looked at the floor, shrugging almost embarrassedly. “Threw it against the wall of that hotel room after you left. Decided to give up on phones altogether. They’re overrated anyway.”

“You…threw…” Miles started to laugh. The entire situation was simply too much. He was tired, confused, still shellshocked by Alex’s letter and now that he was actually sitting face to face with him, Miles was done for. It was either crying or laughing and laughing seemed the wiser, less awkward thing to do.

“You must be tripping right now,” concluded Alex, reached for the bottle of water on table next to him. And froze.

Miles noticed, saw what his friend’s eyes were focusing on and all laughter died.

“How did that get here?” Alex didn’t look at Miles. His eyes were firmly glued to the yellow notepad on the table. The visible page held Alex’s letter to Miles.

“I needed something to write when I visited you in Sheffield. I just grabbed one of your old ones from the shelf. I hadn’t noticed the letter until today.”

“You’ve read it, then.”

“Is it true, Al?” Miles couldn’t even read Alex’s feelings for he was so bloody somber and emotionless at the moment.

Alex stood up after a minute, began pacing the room. He was still avoiding Miles’ eyes.

“Tell me, is it true?!”

“You think I would joke about something like that?”

Alex’s disgust at the mere suggestion was visible. But Miles didn’t care. He needed to hear it from him. He needed to hear him say it and see him speak the words. To him, it was that big of a thing. “Say it, Alex. Just, please, fucking say it!” Miles was pleading.

“I wanted to say it when I came to that party,” Alex explained, staying as far away from Miles as the living room allowed it. “I wanted to tell you in the hotel. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about! I wanted to ask you how you felt about me, Miles. ‘Cause I needed to hear it from you! I had this idea that maybe you were— that maybe you felt something like that for me! But it’s so hard to say it loud. It’s so hard to ask when the answer can hurt so much!”

“What made you think that my answer would hurt you?” whispered Miles, feeling so close to everything and yet so far from it all.

Alex stopped and stared at the ceiling. “I saw the pictures of you and Suki and…”

Miles took a sharp breath. “That’s why you…”

“That’s why I asked about her and you. And that,” said Alex, swallowing hard, “is why I hadn’t broken up with Louise yet. I never loved her, Miles.” He sat back down, covering his face with his hands. “Taylor broke up with me because I’m an asshole. And she was right to do so. But when she did, she didn’t break my heart. She broke my head. She put this thought into my head that I was in love with you…”

Miles gasped when he heard the words rolling from Alex’s lips. He sat up straight, leaned forward, strained to hear every last letter Alex spoke.

“And it freaked me out,” admitted Alex quietly. “Not because it meant I was attracted to a man, but because I was attracted to you. To my best friend. To the one person I can’t do without. For a while, I denied it. I fought it. But it didn’t work, it got worse. Louise was my safety cushion. She stopped me from getting lost in my thoughts. And that day at the concert hall on the day we… I brought her along so I could hide behind her when you…when you were around. And when you weren’t there, she kept me from feeling lonely. I didn’t break up with her ‘cause I was afraid you weren’t in— you felt different about me.” Alex dropped his hands, looked at the floor and sighed. “Here’s the answer you’ve been waiting for since last fall: I walked out because I was afraid you’d wake up, look at me, and regret what we had done. I was afraid you’d be disgusted when…when all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and do it all over again. If I had stayed, if I had seen just a flicker of remorse in your eyes, it would irreversibly broken my heart. And so I left.”

For a long while they just sat in silence. They had yet to make eye contact. Miles tried, but Alex put up a tough fight. After a very long, brutal pause, Alex spoke up again. “What does it matter if I do, Miles.” His voice sounded bitterly resigned. “Look at us. You and I, we’ve never had a functioning relationship in our lives. Imagine if we tried, together. I mean…we don’t even manage to meet up as friends! I just got back from Los Angeles and you’re leaving for France tomorrow. By the time I get to France, you’ll be in Italy, then Spain or Portugal? Somebody told me you’re headed to Russia this summer. And those are just the few I can name from the top of my head. I need to stay here, ‘cause I got meetings, then there’s a wedding in LA I promised to attend. My parents are asking for me to spend a bit of time with them this summer… I’m a mess in relationships. I get antsy and feel cornered easily. I’m selfish and restless. And it’s not just me. You told me how the idea of being stuck with somebody freaks you out. You love your freedom and I love mine. We would trap each other. We would ruin each other!”

Miles’ heart broke all over again. But it wasn’t the fact that Alex was telling him that the chances for a relationship between them to survive were slim to none, it was the realization that Alex had considered it and had come to the same conclusion that Miles had come to, himself. Alex shared his fears and worries, which made him see that he wasn’t crazy or overly worried. It made him see that he had valid fears and valid worries.

“I’m in love with you,” whispered Alex, at long last, looking directly into Miles’ eyes.

The words made him breathless. To hear them, to actually hear them? It was something he so often tried but never succeeded in imagining. No fantasy of it would have ever given justice to the real thing. And, suddenly, unexpectedly, it was so very easy to say them back. “I’m in love with you,” replied Miles.

“But I’m afraid,” continued Alex, “that, should I ever lose you, I won’t recover from that.”

“Neither would I,” Miles admitted. He gave Alex the world’s most helpless smile. “We’re destined for a life of misery, aren’t we?”

Alex chuckled, then became somber and serious again. He took in a shaky breath. “I’d rather have a little bit of you than nothing at all.” He got up, walked over to Miles and gave his cheek the gentlest of caresses. He closed his eyes, leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “My heart was yours long before I knew I could lose it. Know that.” Letting go, Alex grabbed his jacket, put it on and, looking at the backpack on the floor, he reminded Miles, “you know why I can’t take it, right?”

“Penguins.”

“Penguins,” nodded Alex.

As Alex made his way to the door, Miles got up, took a few large strides towards him, spun him around and kissed him hard. Alex didn’t push back or protest. He just held on to Miles and returned the kiss with as much desperation as possible. “I don’t regret our night,” stated Miles. Another kiss. “It’s the one thing in my life I will never regret.” One last kiss. He let his lips linger. Pulling away was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. But he did it anyway.

Alex opened the door. “Call me when you land in France.”

“You no longer have a phone.” What a silly conversation to have at this moment.

“Right.” Alex nodded. “I should get a new one,” he concluded and smiled a small smile. “I’ll call you.”

Miles wanted to touch him again, kiss him again, hold on to him and never let go, but he couldn’t. So he didn’t. “Night, Alex.”

“Night, Miles.” Then he was gone.

Miles closed the door, leaned back against it and slid down to the floor.

How had this happened? How could this day have been such a rollercoaster ride of emotions? He’d gone from melancholic to shocked to energetic to happy to breathlessly overjoyed to heartbroken all within the span of a few hours.

His head rolled back against the wooden door and came to a rest with a thud. How powerful this love of theirs was, for two grown-up people to be so thoroughly afraid of it.

Half an hour later, Miles had recovered enough to gather the backpack from the floor, place it back in the closet of his bedroom, grab his suitcase and start packing. France would do him good right now. It would distract him and keep his mind from drifting back to one he longed for.

Once all the clothes, shoes and necessities were stuffed, he grabbed his laptop and prepared a playlist for the travel. Any other day, he’d have begun with the Beatles classics. But not today. All You Need Is Love was sitting there, on the screen, paused, and it made him snort.

What a lie.

What a huge, fucking, disgusting lie.

Spoilers Part 16:

“You’re still in bed? What are you wearing?”

Miles laughed hard. “Dirty, Alex. Real dirty!”

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The First

Here come something new after some time. Sorry it has been so long. As you can see I have turned to yet a new fandom. I hope you like it.

chapter 1

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x OFC!Jemima

Warnings: mutation, fighting, mentions of smut

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What if Witchers were not exclusively men? What if decades ago a girl had been found by the elder witchers by the side of the road? And what if they had decided to make her their guinea pig and let her undertake the Trial of Grasses? Well that girl was named Jemima and she had turned out a great warrior. Her spirit was high and she was motivated to learn. When she fell she got back up on her feet again in no time.

And although she struggled sometimes being the only female in between males and the training courses being designed for boys and men, she managed with hard training.

She was on a perfect way to become a witcher. And when the time came to undergo the Trial of Grasses the elder witchers were anxious because they had grown fond of her and didn’t want her to die.

The witchers were arguing about it all the time.

“We cannot do this to her. It has never been tried on females before. We have absolutely no knowledge of the outcome.” argued one of them.

“But that is exactly what we would be finding out. What if it works? She could be the door opener to a whole new generation of witchers. It could change our ways forever.” another threw in.

“I can’t stand all the what ifs! She is likely going to die. We have seen boys who haven’t made it through the mutations which were much stronger, naturally, and in better shape than her. When we try, we have to calculate the risks and see the possibility that she can die. No I correct myself that she IS going to die” the third piped up.

“Quiet! We will let her take the elixirs and let her undergo the Trial of Grasses when she agrees and knows all the risks. If she chooses not to do it she can help teach others as long as she wishes or she can go her own way. But if she undergoes the Trial she needs to know all the risks, and if she survives we will have the first female witcher and that would indeed be a new chapter in our book.” decided the most authoritative one of them.

“Jemima! Can you hear me? Hold her down! Jemima you have to fight through this. I know you can!” was all to be heard in the mutation room.

Jemima struggled. She seized violently. Her body convulsing in pain. Foam built in front of her mouth and suddenly she laid still as a sheet.

A long silent period spread over the room. It felt sheer endless. Until someone whispered “I she… dead?”

In that moment her eyes flew open and she sat up abruptly.

Someone was immediately by her side, steadying her. “Jemima how do you feel?”

“I feel… like a horse kicked me in my stomach. Twice.” her voice sounded hoarse. “And could someone bring me some water? Or ale? I have a foul taste in my mouth.” she demanded.

After she had recovered for a few days, she began training again. She loved the way her movements were quicker and her eyesight was better. Even her hearing was clearer than before. For the first time since starting her work out and gaining her fighting skills she felt, as if she could beat the other witchers in training.

Except for Geralt. He was just that bit stronger, faster and slicker than her.

“Uhh how did you beat me again?!” Jemima groaned laying on the ground.

“I guess I am just better than you.” he reached out his hand which she hit away and scrambled to her feet herself.

They always sparred together, neither wanted a different partner. Although she never bested him, she loved trying.

Until that one spring day. They were sword fighting in the courtyard. Jemima and Geralt had both sweat dripping down their foreheads because they had been going at it for hours without a break. Jemima did a jab than a pirouette to parry Geralt's next move and then managed her sword behind his neck and her dagger against his throat. That all happened in a tempo which the ordinary eye could not have been able to follow.

“Ha! Finally I beat you!! How do you feel now, Geralt?” she asked triumphantly.

“I don’t feel, remember.” he said with a smile but she could see that he was thinking about all the ways he might have taken a wrong step so she could win.

“Don’t trouble yourself Geralt, she earned that win. It had to happen at some point and now she is ready to step out into the world and do her job. As are you.” Vesemir grinned broadly.

A few days later she saddled her mare Scarlet and was on her way to fight monsters for money. Jemima road towards Ard Carraigh because she had heard of a Dracolizard in that area.After meeting with the Alderman who offered her 2000 Ducats for her trouble she took the deal although a Dracolizard should not have been her first monster to slay. They were really hard to kill and she was not experienced enough for that. She could clearly hear Vesemir's voice in her head telling her that this was a really bad choice but she didn’t care.

It didn’t take her long to find the beast in a stony mountain environment. After all it could fly and was really angry with trespassers. Before taking the climb over the rocky surface she reached into her saddlebag and grabbed the box of elixirs and swallowed the contents of the witchers elixir then Jemima climbed the mountain and faced the dragon-like monster. It was fortunately not as big as an actual dragon which she had seen in pictures in books. Still it was kind of intimidating. Jemima took a deep breath staring intently at the crawling beast in front of her and took the first strike.

It was a damn bloody battle. The flying reptile just didn’t want to bite it. But Jemima with the help of the witchers elixir was just that tad bit stronger and faster. With a last solid blow through the throat the beats gurgled one last time and sunk to the ground. This gave Jemima finally the chance to take a deep breath and sit down on a boulder lining the slope.

After that first mission Jemima took the head of the creature back to the Alderman and got her coin.

Some say you will never forget your first monster and Jemima couldn’t wait to tell Geralt about it.

Years ticked by with more or less the same pattern. The witchers started their tours in spring from their base in Kaer Morhen, fought monsters for most of the year and in winter they all, hopefully, came back home to spend the winter behind closed walls.

There was always a winter where one or two did not make it back. Sometimes they had just been surprised by sudden snowfall but sometimes they had lost a battle and were never coming home again. This was life as a witcher and everyone of them knew that.

That’s why you need some stress relief once in a while. Most witchers got that in the form of a whore in some brothel in some small town every now and again and when they had some money to spare. Jemima did not have it that easy that's why she was always relieved when she met Geralt on her travels. They had always gotten along quite well but that friendship had turned into more. Every time they met or turned to Kaer Morhen for winter break they landed in bed quickly and let all the pent up frustration out on each other.

Until one fateful summer a terrible fate struck Jemima…

chapter 2

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Urgent/TS #Snow.I don't know how much more I can take. I have no job,no social life, my "best friend" for almost half my life abandoned me, family that cared are dead or declining, school is going terribly. I'm in pain, and my roommate's the only one to notice care but I can't keep turning to them. I missed an assignment because I'm just so tired and worn out, and my profs just want me to drop out, even though I didn't want to. It's too late to do it without penalty now. I don't know what to do.

Hey Snow,

I know that while it all may seem hopeless I assure you it is not. There’s just a lot going on and you’re tearing at the edges a little. But remember that everything is going to be okay. So for now, let’s breathe. Let’s forget for five minutes these issues don’t exist and breathe. Inhale slowly through your nose. Count 1…2…3…4…5. Now slowly exhale. 1…2…3….4….5. Repeat.

When we are presented with a hoard of issues, it gets overwhelming. Our brain becomes unable to process all of the information presented and so we start to feel stuck, panicked, and hopeless when we can’t easily solve the issue. So it is good to remember to breathe. If you can remember to breathe, it will become easier. It sounds fictional but it’s not. When you stop for just two minutes to breathe. You’re allowing your heart rate to slow down. You’re allowing oxygen and fresh blood to flow to your brain. It is this process that can help you start to think clearer. It’s not a magic trick. So remember to breathe. Remember to remind yourself that it will be okay.

First, let’s talk about your schooling. I know that you mention you’re falling behind in class and you’re missing an assignment. THat’s okay. People make mistakes. One assignment isn’t the end of your academic career. It may damage it a little, yes, but it won’t destroy it. Talk to your professor and explain what happened. Talk to them and see what you can do to make it up. Decide for yourself how many percent the assignment is worth and study even harder for other assignments and tests. If you are struggling, ask for help. There is no shame in it. You paid for your education. Use the hell out of your resources. Ask to meet your professors during their office hours and get caught up on what you didn’t understand in class. Look on your campus for free tutoring and request help from them. Don’t be afraid to ask your classmates for help either. Create a study group. If you find that schooling isn’t for you, maybe take a semester off and return later.

Second, are you applying for jobs around campus? A lot of times different departments will need student secretaries and you can work on campus between your classes. If you really want a job in your field of study, talk to your professors and see if there’s a part time position somewhere that they can refer you to! If you’re really just looking for any job, don’t forget fast food places! You can apply to work in retail. There’s a lot of different jobs and you may not fall in love with all of them. But if you really need the money, sometimes a sacrifice has to be made. But make sure that your job isn’t causing you more stress than its worth. I would look into different places that you want to work at and apply there! With the holidays coming up, a lot of places are hiring!

Third, it sounds like you are very lonely. You don’t have many friends and your family isn’t around either. I’m sorry about that. Have you made any new friends at school? Maybe asking one of them to hang out with you after class one day. Allow yourself to meet other people and make new friends. Don’t talk yourself down by thinking that it won’t be the same as it was with your old best friend. It shouldn’t be the same. It should be different. It should be a different experience because it’s with someone different. While you were friends with the other person longer, it doesn’t mean that your new friendships will be any less strong. My best friend of 10 years and my best friend of 3 stand on equal footing in my life. They’re both amazing women that I adore and would die for. It doesn’t matter that one knows me longer. I love and trust them both equally. There is no ranks in true friendship. So allow yourself to make new friends and allow yourself to trust and open up to new people. It will help a lot with your current stress to have someone to talk to. And remember that I don’t think it’s wrong to lean on your roommate every once in a while when your’e struggling. Yes sometimes it feels like a lot on them, but you don’t have to keep it to yourself. It’s okay to accept help and support from others! Lean on your other friends as well!

Lastly, can you explain to me why you’re in pain? Are you in emotional pain or physical pain? If you’re in physical pain, please see a doctor ASAP. If you’re in emotional pain, I highly recommend seeking professional help. It doesn’t have to a psychiatrist but talking to a counsellor would help. Talking to someone about the stress you’re going through and finding differencing coping mechanisms that work for you in your daily life are extremely helpful steps. They can help you tackle one problem at a time so you don’t feel so much like you’re drowning.

I know that everything sucks right now but please hold on. Keep fighting and keep going. You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. Remember to breathe. Everything is going to be okay.

Always by your side,

Kelly

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Twinkie Chronicles 1

Oh hey, Pinkie Pie day was a thing, have some fluff

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Twilight’s steps echoed down the hall of Canterlot Castle as she hurriedly walked towards the reception hall. The guards gave a short nod as they opened the door for the approaching princess.

“They’ve been expecting you ma’am.”

“Thank you sirs.”

She pensively paced through the doors towards the royal sisters, glancing around nervously.at the occasional guard strolling through. It was Celestia who first broached the silence.

“Something must indeed be weighing heavily on your mind for you to rush to see us with so little warning, though if Equestria is not in the balance perhaps you can sit and visit with us a while.”

“Visit with you perhaps, some of us have actual work to be done.” Luna added, gently prodded her sister with her wing.

“I’m afraid this visit is going to have to be a short one, I promised I’d be back for dessert, and you know how Pinkie is about promises.” Twilight shuffled her hooves anxiously. “Can we go somewhere more private? This is something of a personal matter.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow curiously. “Very well, let us continue in my study.” She graciously stepped down from her throne and began leading through the castle halls, though Twilight needed no help finding the room she frequented as a filly. A wave a nostalgia ran through her as sat down on one of the many pillows in the cozy room.

“Tell us Twilight, what is both urgent enough for immediate attention, but not enough as to be cause for alarm? Were you jealous of your brother and have also come down with child?” Luna asked with a mischievous grin.

“What, no!” she sputtered. “Though... Pinkie is involved.”

She paused, allowing Celestia’s gentle smile to renew her courage.

“Pinkie... has begun manifesting unicorn magic.”

The royal sisters could not have looked less surprised had Twilight spontaneously grew a second horn before them.

“Are you sure?” Celestia asked.

Twilight nodded. “Yes. It’s only basic telekinesis,no stronger than a school filly, but it’s definitely the same. She’s even begun grasping the basics of magic theory instinctively! I can’t find any records of anything like this happening and was hoping you might have some sort of answer.”

“This is certainly strange, but not completely unprecedented.” Luna began. “Princess Bluebelle had exhibited similar symptoms.”

“Bluebelle?”

“Ah, yes, you’re probably more familiar with her later name Bluebond.”

“...Princess Bluebond!? The same one who started the great Cloudsdale reconstruction?”

“Indeed, the one and the same Twilight. I see you are beginning to connect the dots as well.” Celestia jumped in.

“Does this mean Pinkie is... becoming an alicorn?”

“Perhaps, perhaps not. These are strange times we live in now after all, and Pinkie has been no stranger to the inexplicable.”

A wicked gleam shone in Luna’s eyes. “Yes, for all we know this is merely a side effect of dating the princess of friendship. We should compile a comprehensive list of your previous suitors.” Her catlike grin widens further. “I’m sure it will take quite some time to work our way through it.”

Twilight’s face flushed red with consternation. “Just because I haven’t been spending my time on my dating life before now doesn’t mean I’ve never thought about it Luna.”

Celestia forcibly cleared her throat. “My sister’s crassness aside, I feel it’s best for now to simply say nothing on the matter. It’s too soon to say if she is at the brink of a metamorphosis and it would be best not to give her false hope.”

Twilight sighed in defeat. “I guess you’re right, I can’t stand seeing Pinkie disappointed..Still, I’m glad this probably isn’t some strange disease or parasite. I’ll tell her you weren’t sure either.” She paused. “The most convenient lies are the ones that are true I guess. Thank you for your time princess.” She began to make her way to the door only to stop short of it. “Before I forget, Pinkie said to tell you she has a great marble cake recipe she wants you two to try next time you visit. Let’s just hope this one fits on the table.”

Twilight’s departure left the room quiet for only a few moments before barely restrained laughter poured out of Celestia. “You’re awful.”

“You’re still laughing.”

“I’m awful.”

“Then at least we can be awful together.” Luna stretched her wings as she got up. “I think I’ll set some time aside tonight to visit Pinkie, she may offer insights Twilight cannot. Or at the very least have a fun dream to visit after a long night.”

“I believe that would be wise as well. Sometimes she gets herself so wrapped up in her worries that she misses what’s right in front of her. By the way, we got a basket of fresh blueberries today, would you like me to use some in breakfast in the morning?”

“That would be lovely.”

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Luna was prepared for many things as she entered Pinkie’s dream. Cotton candy clouds. Ice cream mountains. Giant candy golems fighting to save Equestia. She was not, however, prepared for something so orderly. Before her stretched a grassy field overlooked by a large hill with a dozen Pinkie Pies flying through the air in formation while a dozen more appeared to be working spells on the ground. Order was relative here. On top of the hill was an alicorn Pinkie adorned with simple gold jewelry set with purple gems. Luna spied a familiar star adorning her necklace as she landed next to her.

“If you’re looking for the real Pinkie, she’s down there watching the Pega-Pinkies. Their job is to recreate all the flying she’s seen, ya know?”

“Self-aware dream constructs, huh?” Luna mused “It would seem you have a much clearer understanding of the situation than I gave you credit for. I presume the ...Uni-Pinkies are recreating magic then?”

“Mhmm, they’re having a bit easier time with it though than the Pega-Pinkies. She doesn’t know what wings feel like awake after all.”

“And what’s your job in all this?”

“To stand here and look fancy.”

Luna stared blankly at her. “...Is that it?”

The alicorn Pinkie took a couple steps forward and stretched out her wings dramatically. “I guess to be specific I’m ‘The Pinkie Who Could Be’. I remind her why she’s going through all this trouble by standing here all princessly.”

“Many have dreams of being rulers of Equestria, but this is the first I have heard of such aspirations from you.”

“Oh, she doesn’t want to be a princess of Equestria, she just wants to be Twilight’s princess.” royal Pinkie turned and paused. “Don’t let Twilight know though, she’s not always the best with these things.”

“Have you two not been together for over a year now? I knew she had no experience with lovers before, but surely such thoughts would’ve crossed her mind by now?” Luna asked incredulously.

“Tell me about it,” royal Pinkie snorted “I said we should just propose ourselves, but she’s afraid of scaring Twilight away. What’s she got to be afraid of? We’re already living together.” she said, stamping her hoof in frustration.

Luna chuckled. “Perhaps the honeymoon?”

“Nah, she’s got that well and covered with all those awesome freaky fun time spells she’s been learning. For someone who’s never had another date before she sure knows-” Pinkie’s sentence was swiftly cut short by Luna’s hoof.

“As, um, fascinating your relationship with my sister’s star pupil is, I don’t understand how it’s connected to being an alicorn.”

“Because alicorns are strong.” princess Pinkie stated.

Luna gestured for her to go on.

“Right, context, teeny-weeny bit important there. Don’t usually need it when you talk to yourself. Ever since Twilight became a princess, she’s saved me dozens of times. I don’t wanna be her damsel in distress, I want to be her partner.” Her voice began to soften. “But I don’t have wings. I don’t have magic. I;m not even strong enough to shove those meanies away from her. That’s why I decided last year I’m gonna train myself to be faster, stronger, and smarter so I can finally be able to protect her for once. And not just Twilight, I wanna protect all my friends, including you Luna!”

“Me?” she asked quizzically.

“Yeah! I was really sad when you told us what the Tantabus really was, you could’ve talked to me about these things, I’d listen. I’m sure Celestia and Twilight would’ve too.”

“I-I see...” Luna stammered as the weight of the words sank in. “I’m afraid there isn’t much time left before sunrise, so there isn’t any more time to talk tonight, but... I hope to see you again soon, my friend.”

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Celestia cheerfully hummed as she sat a stack of blueberry pancakes on the table as Luna dragged herself in.

“Was it hard last night?”

“No harder than usual.” Luna yawned. “If anything it was more enlightening than I dared hope it be.”

Celestia leaned in. “Oh, how so?”

“Turns out she’s actually been secretly trying to become an alicorn for a while now, to the point of image training in her sleep.” She paused to take a few large bites. “She thinks, these are really good, she thinks the best way for her to protect Twilight is to be an alicorn like her. Doesn’t even want a crown, just a ring round that hoof.” She said while devouring the meal in front of her.

She paused for a minute while allowing everything to settle

“She... she called me her friend Tia. I want to help her.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s said that for a while now.”

“Yes, but it’s different in the dreamscape. I can feel the sincerity of ponies words in their dreams, how much truth they are weighed down with. It has been a long time since I felt so blindsided by someone treating me not as royalty, but just another pony like they are.”

Luna stood up and gently looked her sister in the eyes.

“I can’t ignore someone trying so hard just to help our ponies. Will you support me in this sister?”

“As a princess, I must warn you that nurturing such power could be quite dangerous for Equestria as a whole,” Celestia drew her sister in a close embrace “but as a pony, nothing warms my heart more than knowing one of the mares who brought you back to me is aspiring to such greatness. You have my blessings to train her as you see fit.”

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professorstudentsuccess-blog · 7 years

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Overcoming Mental Difficulties

Student Success Story

My greatest accomplishment in life has been graduating high school. I know graduating high school doesn’t seem like a great accomplishment for some people, but for me it was a difficult journey. I had many struggles during high school due to my mental health. What most people don’t understand about dealing with severe depression is that every day is a struggle to get out of bed, so going to school and keeping up with school work is extremely difficult. On top of severe depression I struggled with social anxiety so walking through a crowded high school hallway was terrifying for me and I dreaded it every day.

When I began my freshman year of high school I had this idea in my head that high school was going to be such a great experience, I would meet new people and create nice memories. It started out okay, I adjusted to the new type of school work and ways of learning. I think it started out with self-confidence issues, I felt as if I didn’t belong anywhere. I struggled to find anyone I could connect to so I started isolating myself. I had issues with depression in the past but it never inebriated me enough for anyone to notice or know anything was wrong with me. As school progressed it became clearer to my family that something was very wrong. It was difficult to get me out of bed each morning, I was isolating myself more and more each day, I would come home and lock myself in my room until the next day of school. I developed this paranoia that everyone secretly hated me and that they were all plotting against me. I tried to explain to my mom that I thought something was wrong, this couldn’t be normal. She didn’t quite get it, she dismissed it as typical teenage behavior.

Then around the first few weeks of the second semester, I hit my breaking point and my family finally paid attention. It started of just as every morning did, my mom came to wake me up and had to come back multiple times to try to get me out of bed. Around the third time, about 10 minutes before we had to leave, I told her there was no way I could possibly get up this morning. I physically couldn’t do it, this is what made my mom realize there was a problem. She called my school to tell them I wouldn’t be coming today. She immediately made an appointment with our primary care physician, not a psychiatrist because she still didn’t understand what was going on. I explained my symptoms to the doctor and she took blood tests. I tried telling them that there was nothing wrong with me physically, no one believed me, I guess they thought I was too young to be depressed. After a few weeks of struggling my mom decided to pull me out of school because I was going to fail anyways.

Her plan was for me to be home schooled but she had no intention on teaching me herself. I was expected to take self-paced online courses. Since I was depressed, I had no motivation what so ever. I never did any of the coursework and my mom wasn’t paying attention at all. Being out of school I isolated myself more and more, I would only leave my room to eat. Still this didn’t concern my mom enough to get me help or she just didn’t notice what was going on. I ended up getting only 1 credit that semester, so at this point I’m an entire semester behind in school. Over the summer a very special friend of mine, Sandra, helped get me out of the cycle of isolation. She got me out of the house and we would hang out all the time that summer and we built a very strong friendship. I was still terrified of interacting with anyone else but at least I had could create that special bond with someone.

Sophomore year I was determined to try and be normal and go to high school because leaving school ended making my mental health even worse than it was when I was in school. I still had horrible self-esteem and social anxiety. The paranoia and anxiety was worse since I had been completely isolated for so long. It was hard to merge back into regular society after being alone in my own little world. This year I mostly just kept to myself and focused on school work. I knew that if I didn’t work hard I wouldn’t graduate and that terrified me, the thought of seeing myself walking the stage at graduation is what motivated me to continue working hard in school despite my depression.

My junior year things went downhill once again. Sandra had stopped talking to me because she made a lot of friends that were “popular”. It seemed as if she didn’t want to be seen with me in school and that shattered the small amount of self-esteem I had. I started to become friends with Joyce who was someone that would show me kindness in a few of my classes. She and her friends accepted me into their group but I was so depressed I couldn’t make myself hang with them because they were all so happy and seemed to really have their lives together. I started having extreme panic attacks during certain classes. This made me start skipping these classes so I wouldn’t have to run out to the bathroom to panic and cry. When I skipped I would go to the public library, or fast food restaurants. The school started to notice and contacted my mom. At first everyone was really angry and didn’t believe me that I was only going to the library when I skipped. My mom was worried I was leaving school to be deviant, she didn’t believe me that I would just go to the public library. At first I was too ashamed to tell her the reason I was skipping. Over time it got worse and I had to tell her what was really going on, she didn’t quite understand why I was having these panic attacks but she did accept that it was a genuine reason to not want to be in class.

We contacted the at risk counselor at my high school to talk about options. She informed of us a secondary school in my school district. She thought this school would be the best place for me because it’s self-paced and online so there’s minimal interactions with people. My mom pulled me out of the high school I was going to at the time so I could transfer to Success, the secondary school in R.R.I.S.D. This school would be my savior.

I transferred to Success the second semester of my Junior year. It was a little difficult transitioning to a whole new way of learning. All of my courses were online through the E-2020 service. Each classroom had a teacher for a certain subject to help you and check your quizzes but they don’t give lectures, the lectures are the website. The classes were self-paced and it was all up to you to get your work done, you can work as fast or as slow as you need. It was a very small school and perfect for me because I never had to talk to anyone throughout the day. Once school became self-paced I finally was living up to my potential, I started flying through my work and by the end of my junior year I had the correct amount of credits and was back on track to graduate. Senior year came around and I was determined to graduate so I could get out of the environment that had caused me so much anxiety.

I was supposed to graduate May 2015 but I ended up graduating November 2014. Through all the roadblocks I had throughout high school I persevered and succeeded. I learned that I was stronger than my mental illness and proved I could do whatever I put my mind to.

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ratuvictoria · 7 years

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Suicide: How To Survive (part 2)

If you are going through a difficult time in your life, please remove the suicide option from your list of solution. This phase you're going through isn't easy, I know. But you'll get through this too, I promise. Meanwhile, there are things you can do, actually. Keep following here: 1. Get Outta There! If wherever you are makes you feel stuck, get out! Anything that keeps you from happiness, get rid of it! You deserve to be happy, to enjoy life, to be loved. And if you've been this introverted person who doesn't go out or just closing yourself off from others, that needs to be changed. Going out can make such difference, because our house/room is bordered with (at least) four walls and sometimes it keeps us from being positive. This can also means to quit a job, quit a negative circle of friends, quit things that don't work out for you. You are the captain of your vessel and you have every right to determine which are the best things for you. Stop listening to those comments or complaints they attack you with. Stop following the tight diet and extra fashion rules that make you feel even more unpretty than ever. Stop watching the news if that bothers your head and disturbs your peace. Stop consuming the alcohol/drugs because all they do is creating illusion and temporal excitement for you. They don't solve your problems and you're just running away of what you're supposed to face with. Stop it. You need to figure out all the negative aura around you and start avoiding it. Just leave. (This doesn't mean to leave your responsibility!) 2. Seek God Although I'm not always religious, the feeling of knowing that there is a Superior being watching over you can help a lot. I was taught to see God as a father figure, so it really helped me feeling close to my God. I dunno what religion/faith you are, but you can always create a figure if you don't like all the existing ones. Seek for God. Try find it by attending mass/prayers, listening to religious teachings, reading the holy scriptures, and discussing it with the people around--find at least 10 teachers so you can get better image of God. Sometimes people seek God in the wrong places (watch this movie). And today it's not really that easy to find God. There are so many teachings, religions, sects. I 'found' God from church and books. It's not just from the religious books but also from other books. I read everything, especially about spirituality. I don't know which one suits you better because each of us has different ways and capability. But to me, it's deliberating to know that we have such hope for a better ending, But what's most important is that you try all methods before giving up just because of a little disappointment that things don't turn out the way you expected it. You need to understand that God works in different way than what we know. Unlike in school, God put test first, lessons later. So don't lose faith, keep on going, just move forward, and one day you'll see what's all that fussy are about. 2. Seek friends I know friends is not easy to find. You may have 1000 friends on Facebook, but zero in real life. I am a social but timid person. I have so many acquaintances but only several I call friends--whom I go to whenever I feel most depressed. It's true when they say friends can make life a little bit less stressful. A problem shared can instantly lighten up your burden. So find a friend and share things with them (but don't rely on them to make you happy because they're also human and you can't depend on human no matter how special they are for you.) I met my best friends when I was 26 years old, after I lost my father and dumped by my boyfriend (who promised a marriage months before). In the midst of my despair, two girls showed up and proved their friendship by being there for me, support me, and . Cheryl and Rachelle were the very first girls I call my best friends. When I moved to Bali when I was 28, another one showed up. Her name's Ana (tho I knew her for 10 years already that time). Hardships really meant to filter things for you. The good ones stay, the rest will be gone. So if you haven't found a true friend now, don't worry. It's not that you've traveled the world to seek one, right? Your best friend might be there already, only you're too busy to notice him/her. Just keep looking for them. You may need more than one friend in life, because sometimes there are everyone for different reasons--it's okay. Just have someone around, at least. And if you don't have any, you can always contact me. My socmed accounts are applied everywhere on this blog. Feel free to talk to me if you need it! 3. Seek for shelter It's like building a fortress to hide every time the depression attacks. I seek for shelter in music. Listening to calming indie music makes my brain relaxes and my tense loosen up, especially as a lullaby before getting to sleep, because depression comes mostly at nights, like the monster under the bed. If things become so unbearable, I seek greater protection (read: distraction) by watching movies. We're lucky that movie streaming and cable TV program are much easier to access nowadays. I watch mostly comedies to wash away any negativity and feeling much better after that. Avoid melodramatic romance flicks or European indie movies if you're feeling depressed because it could make things worse. Seek for anything fun and upbeat to at least make your aura clearer. Build yourself this 'runaway' thing you can do every time you feel desperate, just to distract your mind from the desperation and to find excitement to this life again. This can be anything, but to me listening to music and watching movies are the easiest to do especially when you're home alone. 4. Seek love It's not about finding someone to love or to date, but about finding the love for yourself. This isn't an easy task, because to some people we are our own greatest critic. We often feel like we're not enough, unloved, and unwanted. Most of time we fall for the negativity--it's easier to take. But we must fight it. Seek for positivity instead! We learn from Frozen the movie, that fear makes everything worse, and love is always the answer. Love is hard to explain and sometimes be mistaken with lust or obsession. Love it way greater than that. Love is about receiving all the blessings and compassion from our surroundings, receiving what God has given us. Love is all about accepting who we are, all our flaws and mistakes, our body shape and its imperfection, and be grateful about it. Love is letting go and moving on. Love is having the faith. Love is the 'even though', not the 'because of'. Love is all about accepting, not expecting. Love is about being grateful and thankful. Love is about giving, not taking. Love is all that, and more! Remember that Pooh said to Piglet: "If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you." (A.A. Milne) 5. Seek for purpose & motivation Most of us don't know why we are born. Mark Twain said: “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” So don't stop until you find out the answer to why you are born to this world. And not stopping there, you gotta go on until you fulfill that purpose, and find more whys along the way. I find Pinterest as the best place to seek for motivation whenever I lack of it. Reading those encouraging quotes could really brainwash you to be a positive person. Another option is joining mailing list, group, motivational seminars, or anything that can bring you positive energy. Avoid being alone. I know how being alone can really lead to thoughts of suicidal. Even until now I still get desperate at nights, especially when I have no one around. It's not that you can't be alone, but if your mind is still full of negative thoughts, hang around with energetic people can help. They said 'fake it until you make it', and so must you. Train your mind to think positive until one day it works automatically. Making short-term goals is also a method to distract our depression. Make long-term goal in life and short ones to make it easier for you to achieve it. And once you accomplish something, give a little reward to yourself for appreciation. It may look cheesy, but your soul and subconscious mind will thank you. Build yourself around this self-appreciation that will eventually build your self-confidence. You can do it!

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If you're reading this and still feeling unworthy, don't stop here. It's not an instant thing. Everything in life must go through a process and you are in a process too. Below are more encouraging quotes to help you go through this moment. Bear with me here:

Never compare yourself to others.

Believe that you are enough.

Never set your standard too high. Be easy on yourself.

But don't sell yourself to other's standard.

Be flexible.

But have your grounds and don't let others dictate you.

You are the captain of your life.

You have control over this life.

But there are things you can't control. Accept that.

Remember that everything happens for a reason. If it happens, it has the reasons.

Know that we can't control what happens for us, but we can control how we react to it.

Know that sometimes things can get out of control and it's okay.

Nothing and nobody is perfect.

Accept your flaws.

It's okay to make mistakes, as long as we don't dwell in it.

Know that what matters is how we fix things.

Avoid melancholy, depressing songs.

Avoid any self-pitying songs.

Listen to a more calming, relaxing music.

Listen to an energetic, upbeat music.

Read books.

Be active in an organization.

Be part of a movement.

Learn to dance.

Move your body and do that workout.

You don't have to fit in the society.

You are who you are. Don't try to be someone else you're not.

You are unique. Embrace that.

Give something to those who are in need.

Remember that we are not tested for more than we can endure.

Remember that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

Know that worrying doesn't solve anything.

Know that true warriors face their problems, not runaway from it.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and start doing something about that.

Stop acting like you are a victim of a situation and grab control over it.

Don't believe everything you think at night.

Not everything you hear is true.

Never beg for love, affection, or attention. If it isn't given freely, it isn't worth having.

Someone who really loves you will fight and do anything to be with you.

Forgive yourself. Again, and again, and again. Do it until you find that peace.

Let things go. Sometimes it can make your burden lighter.

Move on. The past is dead, and all we can do is move forward.

Brainwash yourself with encouraging quotes before sleep.

Practice yoga in the morning and set goals for each day.

Do good deeds. Helping people out can make you feel better.

Remember that your story isn't finished. You are still in the process of making.

God has a plan for you. Trust Him.

Your parents do love you no matter what. Send them love today!

Don't wait to be loved. Love first, and you'll be amazed at what you get.

We have the free will.

But everything in life has its own consequences.

Nobody can hurt you unless you let them to.

Anyone trying to bring you down is already below you.

If you feel injustice, it's not your fault. It means you have to learn to stand up for yourself.

Speak up.

Sometimes you don't get the closure. Not for now, but you will. Just keep going.

You are responsible for how you act, no matter how you feel.

Not everything you feel is permanent.

Time will heal.

There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error.

You can say NO without giving an explanation.

You deserve to be happy.

Happiness is a state of mind.

The comeback is always stronger than the setback. Take your time.

You are capable.

You owe no one to prove anything to. Just do your thing, ignore the others.

It's not easy, but it's not impossible either.

Never regret something that once made you smile.

Surround yourself with people who push you to be your best self.

Know when to quit something.

Some things have to finish to allow something else to start. And it is always a better one.

Travel. It will open your mind.

Take that vacation offer. You deserve it.

Learn something new everyday.

Go someplace new every once in a while. It doesn't have to be far. Just new.

Know your worth. (Then add tax.)

You are special. There is no other person like you. You are someone's favourite!

Eat that cake. You don't have to stay in a diet that makes you suffer.

Train your mind to think happy thoughts.

Smile. It's contagious!

Remember my friend, you are loved!

I will keep updating this list, feel free to copy-paste and do anything to keep yourself motivated. Do comment if you have something good to share. Let's spread the love and positivity!

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