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darklingduke · 3 years

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Finding the Write Words

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Author Note: So, I originally wrote this fic back in July/August of 2019, but I wanted to revamp it with my updated writing style, show my growth as a writer, etc. (And I’m in the process of editing it in order to get it bound in a physical copy because I’m still really proud of this fic) And I figured I would share it here. The original blog I wrote this in was @/probablynothumanish, which has been since deactivated and someone else has that blog title ^^

Summary: In a world where everything that happens on your soulmate’s skin, happens on yours, Virgil Sinclair hides as much of his skin as he possibly can. He believes that it is too good to be true that any one person could be meant to be with him for life.

Ships: LAMP/CALM, Demus/Intruceit

Chapter One: Ink

Virgil was ten years old when he saw them for the first time. He was sitting at the back of the classroom, staring out the window rather than actually paying attention to the lesson - not that it was anything important. It never was.

He felt a tingling warmth rise to the skin on his arm, and his first instinct was that his arm had fallen asleep from propping his chin up, his elbow pressed to the hard top of the desk he sat at. But when he moved his arm to try to regain feeling in the limb, something caught his eye. Brows pulling together, Virgil watched as a patch of pink appeared on his skin.

It looked like…

Paint?

But that didn’t make any sense.

When was the last time he had painted anything? Art class was yesterday and he didn’t have it again until next week. And even if it had been today, he usually tried to steer clear of pink, not wanting any of the other students to pick on him for using such a “girly” color.

Deciding he was most likely imagining it, Virgil shook his head and tugged his sweater sleeve over his arm, covering the offending mark before turning his attention to the front of the classroom. Maybe he was going crazy. Maybe he’d spent too long daydreaming, and he was imagining things in real life now.

He would ask his grandma about it when he got home.

The tingling warmth persisted, despite the fact that he was no longer looking at the skin, for another half hour before it ended abruptly, and Virgil found himself freezing without it. He pulled his arms further into the sleeves of his sweater, seeking out some sort of warmth to soothe himself. He bunched his shoulders until his hands disappeared into the soft, warm fabric, but even that wasn’t enough.

The rest of the school day went by even slower than usual, which was really saying something. It normally dragged on at such a sluggish pace anyways that it was hard to imagine it being even slower. Virgil had a hard enough time under normal circumstances concentrating on what the teacher was saying, but with the memory of the mark fresh in his mind, it was nigh unto impossible.

By the time he was called to board the bus, he was absolutely certain that he was going to go insane. The entire bus ride home, his eyes scanned his arm, trying to see the mark through his sleeve, as though it was some magical thing that was going to be visible in any circumstance. About halfway home, he caved and pulled his sleeve up, only to see that there was nothing there.

What?

So… he had been imagining it, after all.

He was a little disappointed, to say the least. A part of him had hoped that he was special and had magic powers or something. Maybe he would ask his grandma about it anyways; just explain what had happened, rather than showing her.

When the bus pulled up to his stop, he ran off of it and right into his grandma’s arms. She was one of the very few parents or guardians who actually bothered to wait at the bus stop; most of them didn’t want to stand out in the cold, so they would either wait to drive up until the bus left, or they would simply have their kids walk home if they were close enough.

“How was school today, sweetie?” his grandma cooed in a voice that felt like honey. It was always able to wash away his worries, and as they walked home, he was able to forget about the ever-pressing worry that he was hallucinating.

“It was okay!” he chimed, jumping over a pile of snow on the sidewalk, only to slip on a patch of ice when he landed. His breath caught in his throat as he anticipated his butt hitting the sidewalk full-force, only for his hand to be grabbed in an instant by his grandma, catching him before he fell.

“Are you alright?” she cooed, though she didn’t stop walking, having been confronted by Virgil last month about babying him out in public.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, heat rising in his cheeks as he hunched his shoulders until the lower half of his face was hidden behind his scarf. His shoulder hurt a little from being yanked, but he was glad that she had stopped him from falling. His pride hurt more than anything, but he knew logically that it wouldn’t last.

It didn’t take long before they walked into their house - a small two bedroom ranch-style house that somehow always managed to give Virgil the same feeling as eating a home-cooked meal or drinking hot chocolate after a long day of snowball fights. It was just… warm.

“Gramma, can I talk to you about something?” Virgil asked as he hung up his coat and scarf, his earlier embarrassment forgotten.

“Of course,” she replied simply. It always amazed Virgil how she never got anxious when he started a conversation like that, but as soon as she did the same to him, he was filled with an undeniable, inexplicable sense of panic.

“Earlier today,” he started, taking a seat on the couch, “when I was in class, I saw this… thing on my arm. It looked like… almost like… paint?” He rolled up his sleeve to show his grandma the spot where it had been, even though he knew it wasn’t there anymore. “My arm got all tingly and stuff, but then when I looked again later, it was gone.”

“Ohhh,” his grandma nodded in understanding, taking a seat beside him. “Virgil, sweetie, that’s just your soulmate. I guess now is as good a time as any to give you that talk,” she chuckled, such a sweet sound that brushed away his worries. “You know how I told you not to draw on your skin?”

He nodded, remembering the conversation they had had last year when Virgil had doodled all over his skin rather than paying attention to his homework.

“Well, that’s because everything that happens on your skin happens on theirs, too. Every time you fall and skin your knees, every time you get marker or paint on your hands, every time you get a bruise. And it’s there for them as long as it’s on your skin. Since the paint is gone from your arm, that just means your soulmate washed it off. No big deal. Their art class probably just ended is all.”

“What’s a soulmate?” he asked curiously, cocking his head to the side. He had heard the word before, of course, on television and in movies, but had never had it explained to him and was always too nervous to ask.

“It’s one person - or multiple people - that you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with. Normally it’s as partners, you would get married to them, but sometimes it’s just as friends.”

“But…” His brows pulled together. That made him more confused than he had been before he had known. “I don’t get it. Someone meant to be with me? How do I know?”

“Well, you see, the universe - or God, if you believe in that - saw that person, or those people, and thought that they would be a perfect fit for you, so you were paired with them.”

It seemed almost too good to be true, and he had learned in his short years on this earth that if something seemed too good to be true, it most likely was. After his parents had died in a car accident a few years ago, leaving him to be raised by his grandma, Virgil had stopped believing in the fairy tales that claimed happily ever after.

That was all they were, he came to realize.

Fairy tales.

“Were my parents soulmates?” he asked after a moment.

Sadness flitted over her face at the mention of them, and Virgil inwardly cursed himself for bringing them up. He hadn’t done so since shortly after the funeral. It was just better - easier - to not talk about them. It caused less pain in the long run.

But she nodded, the sadness dissolving from her face as she forced a smile to her lips.

“And you and grandpa?”

Another nod.

“Then… then how come he died if you two were perfect together?”

Tears sprang to her eyes, and she grabbed a tissue from the coffee table, dabbing at her eyes before they had the chance to fall. “I don’t know, Virgil. But I’m sure it was for a good reason.”

He didn’t believe it.

He couldn’t.

There was no way he would believe that any of this could be real.

Soulmates - the idea that there was someone who was supposed to be perfect for you. It seemed insane. The fantasies of a child. There was no way that whoever this soulmate was was going to be perfect for him. There was no way. People had differences, and they argued, and they fought. And if they didn’t, one or both of them died.

Virgil didn’t want anything to do with the person who was supposedly “perfect” for him.

He didn’t want to chance the pain his grandma went through when his grandpa died.

He didn’t want to get his heart broken the way she did.

Virgil decided right then and there that no matter what happened, he didn’t want a soulmate.

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atopearth · 5 years

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Ikemen Revolution Part 6 - Sirius Oswald Route

You’ve gotta admire how well Sirius can multitask lmao, he can continue a conversation with the heroine in the carriage whilst assessing the situation outside and give orders to the soldiers on their formation etc against the Red Army lol. Gotta appreciate how much he wanted to protect her from fear by making small talk to distract her, and then afterwards, he noticed that she was still pretty scared seeing how battered the carriage was in the aftermath of the attack, so he patted her head to comfort her and welcome her to their big family with good food hahaha. I’ve always liked Sirius so I’m super excited about this route btw and seeing his actions, I’m already in love😍

I always love seeing how considerate and meticulous Seth is, decorating her room, making her feel at home, giving her a tour etc, he’s such a sweet guy. Hahahaha, I love how she’s so scared of Sirius that when she saw him pick up a knife in the kitchen or whatever, she asked him to spare her life LOL. Relax, heroine! He’s been protecting you this whole time, why would he kill you now lollll. I can understand fear against the Red Army but c'mon, Sirius doesn’t look that scary! He’s obviously cooking something for you since you haven’t eaten for a whole day! I’ll cut her some slack though, she just arrived into an unknown world with unknown people at war and there are people that seem like they want to kill her, so it’s natural to be so scared. Omgg he wiped her mouth with a napkin, he’s so subtly forward, he probably doesn’t mean anything by it since he’s probably just accustomed to taking care of people but kyaaa~~

He even baked her croissants for breakfast?!? And got her tea and fruit?! Can he be any more considerate and perfect?! Lmao, the thought of Sirius holding a watering can watering flowers whilst watching over the training of his soldiers is just so hilarious to me😂😂 I was wondering why he got her to wake up so early to watch them train, it was actually to show her how strong, hardworking and capable these guys are and how dedicated they are to their training, and how they’ll definitely protect her, so that was nice of Sirius to do, I mean showing is better than telling! LOL that a raccoon was trying to flying tackle the heroine, and it only served to create a beautiful romantic moment where Sirius hugged her to protect her, but I like it😍😍 LOL, Sirius is in charge of everything, from personnel to inventory management on stuff like cooking supplies. It was legit so hilarious when Seth and Luka were like it’s the end of the world that they ran out of olive oil and grapeseed oil to mix with the pasta, and then Sirius comes by telling them he ordered some and even picked some fresh oregano since he thought it’d go well with the pasta hahahaha. Why is Sirius so perfect?😂😂

HAHAHA, I love Sirius, he’s such a tease and I love it when they ruffle the heroine’s hair, it’s so cuteee~ Funniest thing was when he gave her jobs to do, and they were all simple odd jobs like peeling a bag of potatoes and tending to weeds, best thing was that every time he gave her a job, he also gave her a snack LOL, and they’re such yummy snacks like cream puffs etc!! He’s gonna get her fat at this rate🤣🤣 I wonder if the girl at the flower shop is someone he previously dated!😮 So funny when it was actually radish seeds that she gifted him when the heroine thought they would be flower seeds, and now he’s teasing her for being a glutton and that he’ll make her radish salad when they’re ready🤣

Lmao when the heroine underestimated how hard it would be to take care of Chutney (Sirius’ pet raccoon), I’m surprised she didn’t realise considering it nearly tackled her before lol. The destruction that the raccoon does is magnificent though, enough that Ray and Fenrir have to halt their meeting to keep their pets safe hahaha. Lmao at the heroine and Chutney bonding so well (after she got through to it since they were both picked up and cared for by Sirius lmao) that they’re even scrubbing curtains together hahaha. Lmao at the guys having to force Sirius to have a day off by using the heroine to walk around with him, it was so sweet when he told her that today was the first time in his life that he could truly relax, since he was spending time with her. He’s such a workaholic!

Well, that was the most pointless meeting between the two armies, it was legit just, no we don’t surrender, okay we’ll go to war tomorrow, see ya. Like, was that supposed to be a constructive meeting?! Seriously. The five minutes Lancelot gave Sirius to talk to him was more productive, since Sirius believes that there’s more to the reason why Lancelot’s so adamant on this war and since he wants peace above everything, he wants to know what it is to stop and help Lancelot. No idea why Harr appeared out of nowhere to kill Lancelot though… Ooh, so the Black Army had kept asking Sirius to become the king until Ray came along. I’m assuming Sirius only really joined because he wanted to save Lancelot or something?

I can understand Sirius’ sentiments for not wanting to use the heroine’s power to repel magic though, he’s right. In the end, this is war and if the heroine participates in it, even if it’s just repelling magic, she is inadvertently pushing the Red Army back and giving an advantage to the Black Army soldiers to possibly kill the Red Army soldiers, so she could be basically contributing to their deaths. I’m glad Sirius thought about that and so he didn’t want her to carry such burdens and dirty her clean hands for them when she doesn’t need to and shouldn’t. He’s so thoughtful, it kills me☺️☺️ I love Sirius, I seriously do, omg. When the heroine spotted him with the watering can during their time at war, and he talked about how the Black Army was fighting to protect their everyday lives, so if they neglect to take care of their home and to love it as sacrifice for winning the battle, then they’ve got their priorities backwards, and when I read that, I thought he was so right, so so right! It’s exactly because it’s wartime that it’s even more important to take care of their everyday since it’s at risk of being toppled!

I guess Sirius is that kinda guy huh? Someone who likes things and takes everything in moderation, so that he can stay calm and collected to fulfill his duties. He’s not emotionless but in a sense, you could say he’s become numb to a lot of things because his position doesn’t allow him to be too emotional or the morale of the army will dwindle. Which is why he’s a serious guy but also likes to joke every now and then, he tries to balance everything, including himself because he needs to be in control. Guess he won’t be able to control his feelings for the heroine though🙃 Considering how the heroine is always so straightforward, trying her best to help and wearing her emotions on her sleeve, I guess he’s attracted to how sincere she is in everything she does. But dang that kiss on the forehead was cuteeee.

Loved how well Sirius’ plan went! Omgg drunk Sirius pulling the heroine to the sofa with him saying he doesn’t want to be alone is the cutest thing ever!!!!😍😍 So cute when Sirius blushed at the heroine knowing that he likes things lively rather than being alone, and it was just so peaceful to see them enjoy a cup of coffee together watching over the others~~ But lmaoo at Seth pointing at them to the others proving that there’s something going on between them🤣 LOLL at Luka asking Seth , what does he mean by Sirius stealing the heroine’s heart, “aren’t her ribs in the way?” hahahaha, you’re so cute Luka lmaoo. LOL at the guys confronting her to ask if she really does like him and she practically immediately admits it🤣 Lolll at Sirius hearing everything and seeing them discuss happily how she’s going to win his heart hahaha, that is definitely a hard conversation to walk into😂

Sirius playing with the heroine’s hair is like the cutest moment ever. I didn’t think Harr was actually school friends with both Sirius and Lancelot though, and that Harr’s recruitment by the Tower and subsequent banishment into becoming a wanted man actually motivated Lancelot to want to mend the Red and Black barrier even more. OHHH, so the woman who sold the heroine those radish seeds was actually Sirius’ sister! That’s his family business! No wonder why he seems to put so much care into flowers and just the garden in general, he knows about them really well since his family business is a flower shop! Tbh it’s kinda crazy to think that someone as capable as Sirius really just wanted to take care of flowers for the rest of his life, I guess it’s something nice and calming, so great for the Sirius that doesn’t like to fight. It’s so cute how he still remembers that Lancelot once upon a time said that when he becomes the King of Hearts and rids of the conflict between the two armies, he would fly here and buy flowers from Sirius. It sounds like such a silly but sweet dream haha.

It must have been very hurtful for Harr during that meeting 7 years ago. He trusted Lancelot and Sirius and called them out, but instead of being listened to, Lancelot attacked him and everyone came out injured physically and emotionally from that meeting. Things had changed for them and they could no longer be the naive and simple kids they once were, especially Sirius…since he essentially gave up on his dream to take care of the flower shop in order to try and save Lancelot and Harr from whatever that is restricting them… Damn right heroine, you tell him!! Sirius, you’re definitely not an old man! You’re mature, caring and a great gentleman! Omgg, when he wrapped his arm around her and let her cuddle against him to “return the favour” of her listening to him etc since she needed some comforting, I was like this is so sweeeet!

It was so good to see Lancelot finally tell Sirius everything and tell him that he still thinks Sirius looks best in an apron and a watering can rather than a soldier uniform. You can really see how much he really cherishes Sirius. It was so tough to keep all this to himself. I was so touched when Sirius said he had found a third wish he wanted to come true no matter what (first two was save Lancelot and bring Harr back into the light) and it was for the heroine to be happy and safe and that Cradle isn’t that place anymore. But omggg, even more touched when he bought her the right sized shoes this time, I never thought he’d actually remember so well about how he got it wrong the first time, so he wants the last gift he gives her to be shoes in the right size. It’s just so…perfect. The kisses were also👌👌

Kinda wanted to see Sirius, Harr and Lancelot combine their strengths to defeat Amon but it’s okay I guess, since we got to see Sirius come all the way to the Land of Reason to pick the heroine up back to Cradle, shows how much he really wants her to really stay with him for the rest of his life😊 So cute when all the Black Army guys were so happy about her return though hahaha, the thought of Ray rubbing her head, Fenrir pinching her cheeks, Luka gripping her hand and Seth hugging her, dangg that harem sounds nice🤣 It’s also really cute how all their actions show their personalities so well☺️ Kinda disappointed in the romantic ending since it just described their kisses and that’s all, but it was cute that Lancelot could get Sirius riled up with a letter and confess his love properly to the heroine lol. Anyway, all good, the CG was super pretty so that made up for it haha.

Overall, I loved Sirius. He didn’t disappoint at all. He was mature, gentlemanly, kind and considerate, he was definitely the whole package haha. Such a great guy that takes care of everyone but is also very passionate and will give everything for his friends. Nothing to complain about in this route and I have to say, I like it just as much as Fenrir’s, they’re my top two for sure!

#ikemen revolution

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virdityshattred · 6 years

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Head canon: How i imagine Micheal and Helel became mates. { You don’t have to swing with this this is just what i imagine.} ------------------- Micheal, a warrior by nature and very organized and as quick as a whip though sometimes thought to be a little arrogant his passion was fighting designed to lead armies and smite the unholy thus struggled with the concept of being social being only a warrior. Helel, a master musician who possessed the ability to craft music beautiful such it would make anybody cry, the polar opposite of Micheal and stunningly beautiful himself. Popular among many for his music and status as god’s favorite but Helel didn’t want that for was more interested in his music rather then being the sociable one and would often hide away in his personal garden. After awhile several angels begun to notice how perfect they were for each other, they may have been the polar opposite of each other. Gabriel had noticed they were perfect for each other first, the messenger had known for a long time observing they truly cared deeply for each other although actually never openly said so it was in the way which they’d do little things to show they did. Later on when Raphael got a little older Gabriel spent a large amount of his time trying to get Raphael to see it too given the healer previously only thought it was brotherly love but eventually Gabriel succeed. Then later on several other angels saw it too. Soon there was a rumor that spread all over heaven that the first two archangels were secretly dating and soon enough the story reached Helel’s ears. “ What?! that’s ridiculous Gabriel. Micheal is just my brother I’m not---” Gabriel laughed a wide grin spreading across his face. “ Oh but Helel most of heaven thinks differently brother! everybody can clearly see you care very much for Micheal just a little more then just ‘ brothers’ would.” “ But we’re not in a relationship Micheal is just my brother nothing more.” Helel put his hands over his face in embarrassment. “ And you say most of heaven thinks this?” Gabriel’s mouth twisted into a mischievous grin. “ Are you sure you want me to answer that?” Helel groaned rubbing his forehead. “ What am i going to do? this is not something I’d like to deal with.” Gabriel put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “ Oh Helel don’t worry this is easily fixable, because this isn’t even a problem! why are you so upset over these rumors?” “ Because Gabriel he’s just my brother. We’re family not mates. Excuse me Gabriel i must be off. “ Helel headed off walking down the long halls of heaven from a far eyeing Micheal when the light bringer, deeply flustered and not sure what to make of this all because he did care for his brother but it was just the light bringer didn’t have feelings for Micheal like that. { Not yetttttt}. When suddenly Helel froze sensing a familiar grace behind him ---- light blue eyes’s became very wide it was Micheal himself! quickly he spun around. Micheal wore an expression which Helel took to be bored his eyes starring into the light blue eyes, the warrior stopped exactly three feet in front of the light bringer. “ Helel. “ Silence. If angels were capable of blushing Helel would’ve been in the moment blushing bright red. “... Y----y---Yes?” “ Do you love me. “ Helel’s eyes grew wider well he couldn't just say no to Micheal because he did just not in a romantic way. “ Well--- i mean -- i do brother just not in a romantic way.” Micheal gave a curt nod. “I--- feel the same way. However our fellow siblings have spoken to me in my training time which was quite rude have convinced me you’d be the best candidate to be my mate thus I’d like you to join me this evening to have spar with me, i imagine your fighting skills are quite rusty brother. I shall be waiting goodbye.” Giving a quick little bow and with a flap of wings flew away. Helel stood still-- what in the name of their father had just happened? the light bringer’s mouth fell open. A loud squeal could be heard and Gabriel came out of his hiding spot before Helel could react gave his brother a tight hug a wide grin plastered across his face. “ I knew it!!! you and Mikey ! “ “G-- Gabriel please tell me what just happened. He -- just.----” “ EEEEE I KNOW HELEL! I WAS LISTENING TO THE WHOLE THING!” “ You---- were listening the whole time?” Questioned Helel now more flustered then before. “ I-- is this ridiculous. I’m not even a fighter!” “ OHHH! JUST GIVE IT A CHANCE Helel you never knowwww how it might go. “ “ Gabriel I’m not a warrior i cant do it and that’s that.” Gabriel sighed letting go of his brother knowing there was no changing Helel’s mind. “ But if you changed your mind let meeee knoww how it went “ with a giggle and with a flap of wings vanished. With a flap of wings Helel went to his heaven and crafted more music it helped him think, to calm himself in times like this. What was he thinking? he couldn't just leave Micheal waiting for him that evening alone it would be he sighed putting the instrument down casually strolling into his personal garden and walked about in it. Micheal didn’t even let him accept the request before flying off, Micheal had a tendency to be very proper and there was no way which Micheal could think that was the right way to ask somebody out on a date? { Oh father. } thought Helel but what if Micheal was dreadfully shy after all was sometimes even more secluded then he was! more interested in training then being social, constantly training. Perhaps it had taken all of his courage just to ask him their father’s favorite creation, the bringer of light so popular among many other angels that just didn’t have enough to see if he’d accept. Helel sighed in exasperation that really did seem like the likely explanation he really didn’t want to go on this date but did feel sorry for his elder brother so that was that he’d go so headed back into the main room and again with a flap of wings begun to head off to meet Micheal. Micheal breathed heavily as he waited patiently by the training room what had he done? Helel wasn’t a fighter like himself besides had been far too blunt and even maybe a little rude. Helel would never come he’d never come father he felt like such an idiot. Suddenly Micheal looked up from starring at the ground quickly changing his mind this just wasn’t Helel’s thing at all. Helel stood in front of the elder archangel in silence both were silent for a few minutes then finally Micheal spoke. “ Helel-- it’s -- -I’m glad you could come tonight but perhaps fighting is not the best way to converse. “ “ The pleasure is all mine. Not really ---but i do have a personal garden which we could simply just talk in. “ “ That sounds delightful. “ So the two archangels went back to Helel’s personal garden which looked exactly like something straight out of a fantasy book, exotic flowers that can only be found in heaven, a small pond in the distance, the greenest grass, stairs leading down further into the garden, trees with fruits also exotic that could also only be found in heaven etc; it was truly a world of it’s own. Both archangels weren’t sure how long they talked for and laughed. Helel played Micheal some of his music, bringing tears to Micheal’s eyes and Micheal showed Helel some of his moves in fighting both impressed by each other. They shared their common interests and talked of ages long ago sharing their favorite memories and shared laughter. Eventually the two archangels bid each other a goodnight. “ Helel-- i-- i had good time. “ “ Me too Micheal.” “ I’m sorry i acted so rudely and rushed away. I was nervous. I am very sorry.” “ It’s alright. I forgive you.” “ Perhaps tomorrow--- i can help you improve on your fighting? “ “ I’d like that. “ “ Very well. Good night Helel. “ Once Micheal had left Helel went back to his heaven and crawled into his bed he couldn't bealive what had just happened, they truly had so much in common and Gabriel had been right for once. He begun to wonder what was in store for him and Micheal? were they truly meant to be like Gabriel claimed and most of the other low rank angels? He didn’t know it was too soon to tell so laid down and went to sleep. Soon enough Helel’s and Micheal’s relationship blossomed like a flower becoming stronger, they became closer then they had been then before Gabriel and Raphael and now the ( in human years) teenage Balthazar were all very excited, the couple they’d been rooting for all this time was happening before their very eyes. Helel always felt so at home with Micheal as did Micheal with Helel, they loved to listen to each other and then developed feelings for each other. It was Helel who decided to confront these feelings first the light bringer took Micheal into his personal garden for privacy, the two of them sat in lush green grass incredibility soft and would be later used in Eden. There was no pine coins or anything that one could sit upon and would be rather painful. “ Micheal. Do you love me?” “ Yes i do Helel.” “ Will you be my mate?” “ Of course.” @helloimthetrickster, @nptperfect-indadseyes

#(( personal hc #(( I'm dead. I love this head canon so much )#(( It's so cute.)

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blueskyandpudding · 7 years

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THE EZRA MILLER DISCOURSE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

So recently there was a post from prince-ezra-miller said that an anon send them an ask to report her encounter with Ezra at one of his band’s show from last year. I want to make a post about what just happened and how everyone deal with it.

First of all, I hope you will read this, maybe you’ll be more thoughtfully, and making more justified judgement on this story.

This is the post that started it all:

So a fan went to Sons’ show, met Ezra, saw him wearing a native American garment incorrectly and decided to tell him that. But he got upset and told her (the fan’s sexuality is confirmed) that she knew nothing because she was Mexican, based on her appearance. The fan felt bad at how Ezra was acting. “He later gave a half assed apology then said he didn’t realize he did anything wrong but told the fan they didn’t need to be upset by his ignorant ass.”

Now onto my opinion.

When I first saw this post, I thought “wow, that’s heavy. How could he?” and then I read it again. But there is something odd about this:

- The fan sent an anon ask to them.

- This story is told by the fanblog, with their words, not the fan’s. They put their perspective of the story in this post, causing so many people to lean on this to accuse Ezra of being racist.

- Evidence? They didn’t even put on the anon ask.

- I know what you’re thinking. You think “How could you think that someone made that up? That’s a very terrible thing to say.” But I just don’t trust an anon ask that came out of nowhere and said Ezra is racist. Sorry. Anon is not a trustworthy source.

- Why wait for a whole year to bring this up?

Alright, next, they decided to bring up every single “tea” they could find at the time, harassed him, joked about him, planned to go to their show to confront them with the story. And they tweeted Sons on Twitter, you can go check for yourself.

This is the drawing of a so-called “fan” of Ezra flushing in the toilet. ಠ_ಠ They were angry, ok BUT SERIOUSLY?

And many more asks do the exact same thing. You guys are cyber-bullying him.

This joke is just problematic, and it’s not even funny.

And they accused Ezra of “appropriate culture” too. Not only Native American, but also Asian.

Here’s that post about the clothes he wore:

OHHH I think someone needs to chill out :) A good response to this ( from user drunkoncaffeineanddepression )

In case you’re wondering what’s so interesting about MET GALA 2015, let me show you:

///OMG I THINK HOLLYWOOD IS APPROPRIATING ASIAN CULTURE I’M SO PISSED///

Moving on.

Prince-Ezra-Miller received some anon asks of them receiving an email from Sons, and they posted the screen captures here:

http://prince-ezra-miller.tumblr.com/post/158135563322/i-began-to-call-him-out-after-he-began-talking

I won’t mention how I think about their response, that’s up to you. Right now I will show you what’s the real problem.

A friend sent me the link to a thread on Twitter, it’s in the reply section here: https://twitter.com/SonsOAIF/status/839241403544793088

A few tweets were deleted, but I already captured the conversation between these two people:

The link she attached:

http://iamtheshyone13.tumblr.com/post/158140758262/im-the-one-who-sent-an-email-to-sons-of-an

Oh and remember that the fan was upset because Ezra assumed she was Mexican while she was actually a Native American?

So basically, a white boy tell you you’re a Mexican (which you are) and you are so angry, how dare he assume your nationality according to your appearance???!!!!

This Lizz girl (whom I suspect is one of that Prince blog admins, she has the uncensored version of the email and the way she talks about it too, idk, that’s just me making assumptions) mistaken Cheyenne for the girl who went to their show and encountered the problem. In fact, Cheyenne is not the victim, she’s the one who sent an email to them, and maybe she’s this anon:

Now do you see how messed up this thing is??? An anonymous girl told a fanblog a story, and that fanblog told others their version of the story, and it keeps going. The story isn’t original anymore, which means Sons cannot respond to some gossip without proofs and details. You demand apology from them, but how can they do that when they don’t even remember the accident? And when you don’t give Sons and their band mates the same respect you want from them?

As consequences to this ridiculous story, some fans have already aggressively made terrible accusations towards Ezra:

The way they 100% trust this Prince fanblog is ¯\_ツ_/¯. Really. They link to that blog like some kind of “source”, like some kind of Ezra’s representative who knows him so well, live so closely to him.

Those are the things I find hard to understand about this drama.

When you see these kinds of story of your idol about such sensitive subjects appear on your dash, the first thing you do is to do some research, check your facts, and most important: STAY NEUTRAL. Don’t jump to conclusion right away and judge a person based on what internet gives you. He’s how you want him to be. I, personally, do not see him as a saint. He’s someone I feel connected with, he has problems, ideals, etc. He has flaws, but I won’t judge him because of those flaws, I’m not his relative, or his friends, or his family. I don’t know him in real life. So I clearly do not have the right to do that. But I see you guys harassing him, making people seeing him as a bad person, accusing him over some unreliable story and call it “justice.” Ezra and Sons don’t deserve to be treated this way. None of us does.

And the most important things is, I do feel bad for the fan who encountered the problem. But I wish she would stand up for herself, make a new blog or something and tell the story instead of sending anon ask to a blog. That way, the story would stay insistent. But she didn’t do that, and you people behave like such bullies. What a shame that you people even calling yourselves “fan.”

#ezra miller #sorry for calling a lot of people out but let's just consider the whole situation for a moment okay #dmhamlonvcl

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