#no longer truly an alternate but having to stick with them because he has no human connections like alt!cesar does

[mustangs-flames]

Oughhhh thinking about htb Six again and oughhhhhhhhhhh

#hail true body au #htb six #the things he wants but doesnt know how to articulate #no longer truly an alternate but having to stick with them because he has no human connections like alt!cesar does #how much he has to put up with - especially from preacher and the deer #being constantly reminded that he's broken. that he's*wrong* for existing the way that he does #being shackled into servitude for a being he doesn't even like and how he cannot escape it #because his jailer is also his executioner if he so much as tries #seeing adam as both his only way out and his only hope of having yhe connection he craves #because adam is an alternate that's human too #hating mark for what he did but unable to stop himself from caring for and missing the kid that gave him humanity #like. sorry. i think about six in this au a lot #to want to be loved and accepted but not knowing how to ask for it... #staying with those who hate him because he has nowhere else to go and a being that could perma kill him has him on a leash #he deserves so much better

[youhideastar]

Fit for Purpose Deleted Scenes I: Alternate Version, First Half

Hi all! I have a lot of deleted scenes for Fit for Purpose - I mean A LOT, 10,000 words of deleted scenes, and that's in part because there's a whole other version of the story that I wrote and then mostly trashed: a three-chapter version where the first chapter looks like what Fit For Purpose looks like now, alternating present day and flashbacks; the second chapter retells canon (i.e., goes through WWX's story sequentially in flashback); and the third chapter picks up again in the present day with no flashbacks. I did this because (a) I was really worried readers would find it implausible that this universe's WWX would leave Yunmeng Jiang to defend the Wens and I wanted to show how that would go down and (b) there were some really cool flashback scenes that shed light on the worldbuilding or the characters' relationships that I loved but that didn't fit in the love story that Fit for Purpose was supposed to be all along.

Basically, there were two versions of this story fighting each other--one the love story, one the backstory--and the love story needed to win, and did. Ultimately, I imposed discipline on the story by creating a rule that every flashback had to be about (1) LWJ or (2) sex/romance. I then broke that rule several times 😂, but even trying to abide by the rule helped keep the story focused.

So the first set of deleted scenes I'm going to share is the first half of that alternate version middle chapter: retelling the drama's plot, but in this universe. It's just the first half for now (second half forthcoming) because I don't think you want to read a 5,000-word post 😂 and I'm going to try to keep my commentary on the scenes to a minimum so as not to make this post longer. Other deleted scenes posts are linked in the masterpost. I hope you enjoy!

The flashback chapter began with the Cloud Recesses arc. A pared-down version of this section made it into the posted fic.

When Wei Wuxian is seventeen, Yunmeng Jiang sends a delegation to Cloud Recesses for a year of study.

It gets off to a rough start when Jiejie’s betrothed—her betrothed!—kicks them out of their inn, and Wei Wuxian leaves behind their invitation. But it improves almost immediately when he finds himself dueling on moonlit rooftops and tackling cultivation mysteries with Gusu Lan Sect’s own head disciple: Lan Wangji, the sect’s alpha heir and one of the famed Twin Jades of Gusu Lan.

Lan Wangji is an impressive swordsman, and his cultivation knowledge is both deep and broad. He’s a challenge, a rival – something Wei Wuxian has never had. It’s exhilarating. The Second Jade of Gusu Lan is talented and beautiful, razor-sharp and bright-shining…

But.

But. He’s also such a fucking stick-in-the-mud. It’s not enough that he never has any fun – he doesn’t want anyone else having fun, either. Not even harmless, normal fun like fishing, or drinking, or fighting!

Wei Wuxian turns the problem over in his mind, and concludes that this is a boy who really, really needs to do some ‘practicing for the wedding night.’

Now yes, technically, what alphas and omegas do with Wei Wuxian is against the rules—sex is supposed to be reserved for your mate, and only your mate—and the upright, uptight Lan-er-gongzi is obsessed with his rules. But really. It would be a public service for Wei Wuxian to get that rigid fuddy-duddy well and truly laid, and that’s exactly what he intends to do.

He begins his campaign in the library.

Then you have the library and getting-LWJ-drunk scenes, which made it into the posted fic. Then this:

Anyway, after that, Wei Wuxian tones it down a little. He still tries to make Lan Zhan understand that he’s available – “many benefits to being my friend,” and all that. Still wants to make sure Lan Zhan knows he can come to Wei Wuxian for that, when he needs it. If he needs it. (Still hopes he will, because he stands by his opinion that Lan Zhan could use a tumble, for his own good.)

But he’s not sure anymore that Lan Zhan does need it. Lan Zhan is… weird. He’s prudish and judgmental and obsessed with rules and wound way too tight—Wei Wuxian still isn’t over the part where he turned himself in for drinking even though it was against his will—but Wei Wuxian is starting think that might just be… him. That’s Lan Zhan. And Wei Wuxian…

Well, he likes it. He likes Lan Zhan.

He likes his mean glares, and the way he ruffles like a startled cat when Wei Wuxian provokes him, and how fucking good he is at everything, how he can keep up with Wei Wuxian, and even push him, in a way that Wei Wuxian has never gotten to have and didn’t even realize he was missing. And he likes that Lan Zhan expects a lot of himself. That he holds himself to his sect’s annoying rules, even though he’s a rich, highborn alpha and could probably just coast on his birth and his brother’s reputation.

So. The embarrassing truth is, Wei Wuxian kind of likes Lan Zhan the way he is. Does he think Lan Zhan would be a lot happier if he were getting laid? Absolutely yes, and he’s not giving up on making that happen. But he doesn’t think he needs to fix Lan Zhan by getting him laid. Lan Zhan’s not broken. He’s just weird. And weird, Wei Wuxian decides, is okay.

Weird is, maybe, kind of great. At least when it’s Lan Zhan.

*

The thing with Lan Zhan, though, is that he kind of… makes Wei Wuxian forget. Forget what he’s supposed to be doing, forget what he’s supposed to be. Wei Wuxian’s life has been all about Yunmeng Jiang for so long that having something else—someone else—important in his life makes him—

No. That’s not fair. It’s not Lan Zhan’s fault. Whatever it is, this flaw in Wei Wuxian, this arrogance… it was there from the beginning. In his bones.

*

It starts in Cold Pond Cave: standing side-by-side with Lan Zhan before the great Lan Yi, joined at the wrist by Lan Zhan’s ribbon in a way that would be scandalous, if Wei Wuxian weren’t a beta. If it actually meant anything.

Lan Zhan swears to find and seal the Yin Iron, and Wei Wuxian, standing beside him, bound to him, promises the same.

It doesn’t feel wrong.

It feels amazing. Swearing his allegiance to a goal, a responsibility, a quest – a shared responsibility, him and Lan Zhan, spurred on by chivalry and the common good. It feels like the only thing he can do, when so much is on the line. When the whole cultivation world needs this, needs him.

And then he makes the same mistake at Qixi, side-by-side with Lan Zhan again, watching their shared lantern rise into the sky. He makes a vow.

Not to serve Yunmeng Jiang Sect. Not to protect Jiang Cheng and Jiejie. Not to do what Jiang-shushu saved his life to do, what Yu-furen charged him with, all those years ago.

No.

He vows to curb the wicked, and protect the weak; to always stand with justice, and keep a clear conscience. And he can tell Lan Zhan is with him – that Lan Zhan is committed to the same ideal.

That feels good, too. It feels right.

Only later will he look back at that kid in the cave, that kid on the cliff, and feel a terrible tightness in his chest. Only then will he see where he went wrong – forgetting himself, forgetting his place, his purpose.

That life of chivalry, that fight for justice—that’s not what he’s for. That’s for alphas and omegas. His purpose was determined for him at the moment of his birth.

But stubbornly—selfishly—he had wanted more.

*

Because of that, A-Yuan will live.

*

Because of that, Jiejie will die.

*

He doesn’t know any of that yet. That Qixi night, the biggest threat to Jiejie, as far as he’s concerned, is her stupid betrothed.

Jin Zixuan snarls, “I said, I don’t want to hear about that girl,” and Wei Wuxian decks him.

It’s his duty: he’s known his whole life that he might be called on to die for Jiejie someday, so getting in a little fistfight for her is nothing.

Lan Qiren agrees. “Fighting is forbidden,” he says, explaining to Jin Guangshan why Wei Wuxian is not being punished for blacking the eye of his son and heir, “but of course a beta must defend his sister.”

It’s probably the first time he’s ever agreed with Wei Wuxian about anything. But then, who could better understand a beta’s obligations?

Jiang Fengmian is summoned, too, because of the insult to his daughter. When his meeting with Lan Qiren is over, he hugs Wei Wuxian and tells him, “I’m proud of you, A-Xian.” Holding Wei Wuxian by the shoulders, gaze warm and direct, he adds, “A-Li is lucky to have a brother like you.”

I really liked showing how the JZX fight reaction would have been totally different in this universe; that was one of the things I hated to lose.

Here are a couple other versions of the Lan Yi cave scene - it was so pivotal to explaining why WWX would ultimately choose justice over his family that I knew I needed to get it right.

It’s a good thing, Wei Wuxian reflects later, that Lan Zhan got dragged into Cold Pond Cave with him, and not one of the alpha or omega disciples. Lan Zhan would never have wrapped his ribbon around them—it would have been tantamount to an engagement.

Then, in retrospect, he fucks up.

It doesn’t feel like fucking up at the time. It feels like the only thing he can do: the problem of the Yin Iron is his problem, because it should have been his mother’s problem, because it was her shizun’s problem. When he swears to help contain the Yin Iron, and prevent it from being misused, it feels right.

He won’t realize until later that this is where it all started to go wrong.

That a beta who belongs to Yunmeng Jiang has no business making promises to anyone else.

If Yu-furen had been in that cave, he’d never have made it out alive.

*

In Cold Pond Cave, Lan Yi gives him a charge – a mission.

It feels strangely familiar.

He remembers Yu-furen telling him, “You protect your jie and a-Cheng. You live for them. Die for them.”

It doesn’t occur to him until later that those missions might conflict.

It’s only later that he looks back at that kid in the cave and wants to shake him, wants to slap him—

He sold something that day. Something that wasn’t his to sell.

His allegiance, after all, was already spoken for.

It was spoken for when he was seven years old.

This next scene is just a sketch. I would have fleshed it out more if I'd posted this.

He really wants to go with Lan Zhan to find the Yin Iron. JFM notices, gives him permission. After all, didn’t he defend his sister so well?

But, in fact, you should take A-Cheng with you!

And Wei Wuxian is thrilled. He is! Even better, to take A-Cheng on the quest, too. How could he possibly be disappointed?

When they catch up with Lan Zhan, he pretends he’s not happy to see them, but Wei Wuxian isn’t fooled. They travel through Tanzhou, and then to Yueyang, where the innkeeper has a spooky story for them about the home of the Chang Clan.

Well. Of course they have to go.

*

When they get to the Yueyang Chang compound, Wei Wuxian is immediately on edge. Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng are calm, though.

“There’s no one here,” A-Cheng says, impatient. “We’d smell it if there were.”

Wei Wuxian can’t shake it, though. He keeps hearing little sounds that shouldn’t be there, seeing flickers in the corner of his eye.

“Who has the sense of scent here? Me or you?” A-Cheng bites, irritated as usual.

And that’s when Xue Yang appears with a fistful of purple powder and almost leaves all three of them permanently blind.

Then we'd pick up with the Xue Yang and Wen Indoctrination scenes that make it into the posted fic. There's also a Xuanwu Cave scene in the posted fic; here's a previous version of that, emphasizing WWX already starting to choose LWJ over his family, while the final version treats him staying in the cave as an act of sacrifice for his family:

In the Xuanwu Cave, Jiang Cheng motions him over, hisses his name.

WWX hesitates.

He knows his duty. His place. It’s by his didi’s side.

Lan Zhan looks up at him, bloodied. His brow is creased with pain.

“Go,” Wei Wuxian tells Jiang Cheng. “Send someone back for us!” Hopefully by that time, Jiang Cheng will be safe back in Lotus Pier.

It’s not a question of starvation this time. No one will rescue WWX – he’s served his purpose, in getting Jiang Cheng out. Any further use isn’t worth the danger and effort of the rescue. And with the Gusu Lan still in hiding, it seems unlikely anyone will come for LWJ. They have only themselves.

Then there's the Yunmeng Shuangjie scene in the posted fic.

And then…

Then there are arrows, and a kite—and the long, bloody price of Wei Wuxian’s clear conscience begins to come due.

*

For a moment, it seems like he can pay that price himself. With a whipping—and then, when that’s not enough, with his right hand. He would pay it willingly, joyfully, to keep Lotus Pier and Yunmeng Jiang Sect safe.

But it’s not enough.

His entire purpose in life was to protect the Jiang sect and family. And now…

Lotus Pier is overrun, then lost.

A few lucky disciples are scattered; the rest, slaughtered.

Yu-furen and Jiang-shushu are dead.

Jiejie is pale with fever.

A-Cheng is destroyed by grief; is missing; is mutilated. Nothing lives behind his eyes except a slithering kind of self-loathing.

It is Wei Wuxian’s fault, all of it. He knows this.

Yu-furen tells him so; Jiang-shushu, too. A-Cheng, with his hands around Wei Wuxian’s neck. Even Jiejie doesn’t argue when he confesses that he’s the one to blame. The knowledge of his own culpability rots in his heart: noxious, lightless, and thick.

When he finds the technique for the golden core transfer, all he feels is relief that goes all the way down to his marrow. Finally—finally, he can begin to atone. Finally, he can start to make it right.

These events are also super pivotal, so I took several cracks at the fall of Lotus Pier. The problem with this next one is that it surfaces the idea of WWX being LWJ's mate - not good! That idea is supposed to be unthinkable (literally, WWX can't think it even though it is obviously the most plausible explanation for LWJ's behavior), and having YZY make this accusation here would undermine that. It's also just a freaking long speech for YZY to make. People don't make speeches like this in real life; I try to use them very sparingly.

The whip marks again, from Zidian as always, as Wang Lingjiao looks on. Wei Wuxian doesn’t fight. If by his death or mutilation, he can spare Yunmeng Jiang, then of course that is his duty.

But it’s not enough.

When Yu-furen shoves them into the boat, she snarls at him. “I hate you, you ungrateful boy! You had one purpose in this world, one, and you couldn’t do it – too eager to play omega for that Lan Wangji. You’ll never be his mate! This is the only family you’ll ever have, and you tried to destroy it, you hateful, hateful, unfilial boy.” She sucks in a breath. “This is your last chance. Protect A-Cheng and A-Li. Don’t you dare keep anything for yourself that could go to them. Not even your own life. Now go.”

So then I reworked it to take that part out, and work JFM in.

When Yu-furen shoves them into the boat, she tells him what a failure he is; screams it, with tears in her eyes.

“I hate you, you ungrateful boy! You had one purpose in this world, one, and you couldn’t do it.” She sucks in a breath. “This is your last chance. Protect A-Cheng and A-Li. Don’t you dare keep anything for yourself that could go to them. Not even your own life. Now go.”

Jiang-shushu is kinder. But the message is the same.

“Promise me you’ll always watch over A-Li and A-Cheng, A-Xian.”

And then, they’re both gone.

Okay, we pick back up with the aftermath of the golden core transfer:

It works. It hurts like nothing he’s ever felt before, but that doesn’t matter, because it works. Wen Qing asks him to stay with her until he’s fully healed, but A-Cheng and Jiejie need him. That comes first.

And so, empty, grey, and bleeding, he finds his way to the Yiling Tea House to meet with A-Cheng.

There, he finds an ambush.

Wen Chao laughs as his lackeys land their kicks in Wei Wuxian’s ribs, then turns away as if Wei Wuxian is beneath his notice. “A beta with no family is a dog without a master. Throw it in the Burial Mounds with the rest of the trash.”

*

Then he’s in the Burial Mounds.

In this want, he can knit together the strands of himself that had pulled apart. Revenge, for Lotus Pier and Jiang Sect, for Jiang Cheng’s core and Jiejie’s broken sobs, for Jiang-shushu and Yu-furen’s lives and the disrespect of their bodies after death. And revenge as another word for justice; revenge on the strong, for the weak; on the wicked, for the innocent.

He is revenge. And in that understanding, he walks out of the Burial Mounds. But not out of the dark.

The posted fic has a Burial Mounds flashback, too, but it's more... atmospheric, I guess? And it focuses on WWX being a tool for others to use, not on this theme of WWX trying to reconcile the ultimately irreconcilable values of justice and family.

The same is true of this next bit: there's an analogous bit in the posted fic, but it's the "why won't Lan Zhan just use him and shut up, like everyone else?" bit, focusing on LWJ's refusal to make use of WWX, instead of focusing on the conflict between what Lan Zhan wants from WWX and what WWX's siblings want, like this does:

When he comes back from the Burial Mounds, it’s so hard. Lan Zhan keeps saying, “Come back to Gusu with me,” keeps wanting to help. But WWX has learned his lesson. He cannot abandon JYL and JC to go to Gusu. He has to win this campaign, for them. So they can be safe. So they can return to Lotus Pier.

He can’t rest until that happens.

And all he wants, all he wants, is to rest.

That's all for now! Part II of the alternate version will be posted tomorrow-ish, and then assorted other collections of deleted scenes that are more traditionally deleted-scene-y, if you know what I mean. Feel free to ask if you have questions about any of this, I don't know that I explained everything super well!

ETA: second half of this is now here! Other deleted scenes posts are linked in the masterpost.

#the untamed #my writing #deleted scenes #fit for purpose #wangxian #cql fic

[luxaryllis]

Scared!Younger Sibling!Reader with Riddle Rosehearts: Alternate Endings

Note: Like the Vil's younger sibling one, this will have all 4 alternate endings.

The first 2 will be angsty, the last 2 will be happy endings.

Now then, I would just like to apologize for the long wait this took haha-

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Alternate Endings (here) | Mini-interactions

But anyway, let's get to it!

Warning/s: Major character death, Use of OC, Angst, Mentions/implications of hallucination, depression, su*cide, etc, Triggering topics, Actual su*cide, Self-harm, Mentions of child abuse, Past toxic relationship, Plot divergence, Memory loss Tell me if I missed anything

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Alternate Ending 1: Regret, Blame, and What Isn't There: Bad Ending 1

Riddle runs to [Name] as soon as the overblot phantom behind them went away.

"[Name]! [Name], are you alright?!"

Riddle takes his younger sibling and puts their head on his lap, not caring about the ink around them.

Riddle tries to shake his younger sibling, but receives no response at all.

They just laid there, not responding at all.

Riddle checked for signs of breathing but... found none.

Riddle's eyes widen, 'no... had they been too late...?'

Riddle knew that it took quite a while for them to defeat [Name] because of their Unique Magic (which not only takes away magic but paralyzes and silences people). But he thought that there would still be hope.

Hope that Riddle would still be with his younger sibling.

Hope that his younger sibling would actually forgive Riddle.

But no.

Now, there's no chance for it at all.

Not a single chance that fate would be kind to [Name].

Riddle cries as he realizes that [Name] won't ever be coming back.

He realizes that [Name] would no longer be able to hear the apologies Riddle wants to say to them.

He realizes that... he was the reason why they overblotted.

Had he not forced them along with him, they wouldn't have overblotted.

Had he not snapped at them, they wouldn't have overblotted.

Had he not been so influenced by his mother's actions, they wouldn't have overblotted.

Had he not been in [Name]'s life, they wouldn't have overblotted.

It was all his fault.

His fault...

It was because of him that his sibling couldn't have a normal life.

It was because of him that they had to deal with such trauma.

It was because of him that they had to live in fear of getting hit and scolded.

It was never because of [Name]...

It was all because of Riddle.

Riddle was the reason why everything bad started to happen to [Name].

He's the reason they got the shorter end of the stick.

And because of him...

They had to go...

To a place where he can't follow.

When really...

It should have been him to go...

He should have been the one to die.

Not [Name].

He should have been the one to have suffered everything.

Not [Name].

Why was life so unfair to [Name]; much more than it was unfair to him..

[Name] did nothing wrong. Riddle was the one who messed things up.

So why...

Why was [Name] the one who had to suffer for his actions?

Why did they have to receive this kind of treatment?

When Riddle should have been the one to take it.

He was their older sibling.

He was supposed to be their protector and safe place.

He was supposed to take care of them.

But what he's done was the opposite.

He has done nothing an older brother should have done.

He should be the one receiving the punishment for what he's done.

...

When Finian saw Riddle's despaired expression, he knew what happened.

....he was never going to be able to see his best friend again.

Not anymore.

Because [Name] is gone.

Finian's heart broke.

No...

Why them?

Why did it have to be them?

Finian's bottom lip trembles as he falls to the floor, crying and sobbing.

Finian was a sensitive and empathetic person.

He was the one who helped [Name] see the truth that they shouldn't be treated like this.

Finian was the more emotional one of the two.

He cries and laughs, and some would say that he expresses what [Name] can't.

Finian was truly aware of [Name]'s suffering...

But he didn't do anything against Mrs. Rosehearts or Riddle at that time.

He never did.

Finian realizes that he should have.

He shouldn't have been so timid and shy and sensitive back then.

Because if he wasn't like his old self, [Name] (and Riddle) would have been surrounded by better people.

And things wouldn't have ended like this.

It truly wasn't fair for [Name] Rosehearts.

And it wasn't fair for Finian White either.

He's lost the only person who truly understood what he felt.

He's lost the only person who's actually ever stuck with him.

He's lost his best friend.

Because he was too shy and cowardly to go against Mrs. Rosehearts.

Because he thought it was best for them that he'd give away some information to Riddle.

...

Ever since that day, Riddle wasn't the same.

He wouldn't speak unless absolutely needed, he would barely eat food, and just grew into some hollow shell of himself.

He would do the required things to do to keep himself alive. But he only did the bare minimum.

He wouldn't hold conversation, but would try to keep everyone following the rules.

But he wasn't as passionate or as enthusiastic as he used to be.

He wouldn't shout, or scold people.

The entirety of Heartslabyul Dorm was worried for the Ex-Dorm Leader.

Ah yes, did I forget to mention that he stepped down from his position as Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul?

While most wanted him to have lessened on the rules before, this was a new level of "relaxed but still follow rules".

And people were also quite creeped out about it.

After all, everyone was used to a loud and strict Riddle. So seeing Riddle so... despondent and just... done with everything was... strange.

Everyday, Riddle blames himself for what happened to [Name].

He should have been faster, more powerful, better, kinder, just anything better than what he is.

If so, he would have been able to save [Name].

Every night, he'd cry himself to sleep, his thoughts haunting him as he continues to spiral down into an even more hollow version of himself.

It goes to the point where...

Riddle can't seem to feel anymore.

He's cried all he can.

He's screamed into his pillow all he can.

He's done all he can.

But he can't take it anymore.

He doesn't want to take it anymore.

What does life expect him to do?

What does anyone expect him to do?

He's tired.

He's done.

He is finished with life.

He doesn't care about what happens anymore.

He just can't find it in himself to even care.

...

And Finian, himself, has started to depend on denial to cope.

No...

There's nothing for him to cope.

They are still alive.

They are still alive.

They will still be alive.

They aren't dead.

In fact...

They're right in front of him right now.

Yeah...

Finian is talking to his old friend.

They always have been talking.

Ahahahaha...

What do these people mean, 'they're dead' and 'there's no one there'?

They're wrong!

His friend is RIGHT THERE.

Alive, well, happy, and physically there.

No matter what anyone tries to tell Finian, it's like they're talking to a wall.

Just like how Finian talks to a wall, having a conversation with [Name].

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Alternate Ending 2: Apologies And Regrets Mix Into A Mess: Bad Ending 2

"Please, I'm so sorry! Come back, please!! I'll... I'l do anything just please!!"

Ray screams into something.

Oh wait..

No...

Not 'something'

But someone.

Well...

What used to be someone.

...

Who that someone was?

Why, who else but Riddle Rosehearts.

The Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul is now nothing but a body with no spirit.

He was hit quite hard from an attack that Ray made during his overblot.

He had attacked them as well, but was unable to dodge the blast of light sent to him.

Luckily, Riddle's last attack had finished the overblot.

But Riddle could no longer continue.

He was dead.

And [Name] could never see him again.

They'll never be able to apologize and reconcile with him.

It's all their fault.

It's all their fault that it went like this.

If only they hadn't overblotted...

If only they hadn't gotten so angry at Riddle...

If only they had stayed quiet and obedient...

If only they had acted like they were raised to act like...

Then Riddle wouldn't have died...

Then Finian wouldn't have died either...

No...

No, no...

Finian is alive...

He's... he's going to be fine, right?

He just disappeared...

That doesn't mean he's gone, right?

He isn't dead.

He just left.

Yeah...

[Name] isn't alone.

They won't be alone.

They don't wanna be alone...

They don't want to go through all that...

Not like this...

They don't even want to live...

Not if they're alone.

Not if no one's going to be there to comfort them...

They don't want to go on.

...

[Name] was....

Not okay.

They were never the same anymore.

Though it did seem that they had moved on..

They hadn't.

They never did.

And they never will.

[Name] looks at their wrist, multiple lines cut across it. Some were new, others were quite old.

They look at the knife in their other hand, dry blood on the blade.

Quietly crying, [Name] cuts another line on their wrist.

The pain made [Name] feel numb. Well, they always have felt numb...

The pain never seemed to even bother them anymore.

Even more blood fell from their wrist, but [Name] couldn't care less.

They didn't want to feel a thing.

In fact, they deserve the pain.

They deserve to feel this way.

They deserve to die.

Like what mother said...

'Riddle died?! Dear Sevens, [Name], what have you done?! Goodness, you should have died instead of your brother!!'

That was what mother told them...

Yeah...

They deserve this.

They should have been the one to die.

Not Riddle...

They don't deserve to live anymore.

And mother wants them dead anyway.

So, as the ever-so obedient child they are, [Name] followed their mother's wishes.

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Alternate Ending 3: New Memories To Replace The Old Ones: Good Ending 1

[Name] walks around with a smile on their face, laughing with Cater.

"Hahahahaha, oh great sevens, my stomach hurts from laughing so much."

And their cheeks have started to feel painful from the constant smiling.

[Name] doesn't remember being this happy before; though, they don't remember a thing at all, so it was understandable.

What it Cater isn't who they think he is...

But [Name] just can't shake away how... out of place they feel right now.

Yet at the same time, they feel as though everything is right. But wrong at the same time...

And that the entirety of Heartslabyul have been lying to them...

Cater notices the distant look on his underclassmen's face and slightly panics.

'Oh no... have they caught on...?'

He calls out to [Name] and continues talking to them.

"So, anyway, did you know that there was a time Trey..."

[Name] quickly dissmisses their strange thoughts and focuses on their older brother, Cater.

After all, they feel so happy with Cater, and their friends! And though they may have forgotten everything, they suppose that it doesn't hurt to make new memories for themselves.

...

Riddle watches as [Name] walks around with Cater Diamond.

He feels a painful tug in his chest as he watches them laugh.

Riddle was about to approach them until he remembered.

He wasn't [Name]'s big brother anymore.

They were no longer [Name] Rosehearts.

Now, they are [Name] Diamond.

Now, to them, Riddle was just their Dorm Leader. Nothing more, nothing less.

After their overblot, [Name] had completely forgotten everything.

And by everything, I mean everything.

From their name, age, height, family, and even their friends.

As if they were given a completely clean and new slate.

The remember nothing about their mother, or about Riddle, or about Finian, or about well...

Anything.

When Riddle had told [Name] about themselves, he was about to move onto the topic of their family.

Until he came to the realization.

If they didn't know anything about their family, about their mother, about him, they wouldn't suffer anymore.

So, right on the spot, Riddle says that their older brother was Cater.

Cater, and everyone else in the room, were all surprised and perplexed.

When everyone had finished the visit, everyone approaches Riddle, asking why he said that.

Riddle explains his thought that if [Name] didn't know who he was to them, and didn't know what their mother (and Riddle himself) has done to them, [Name] wouldn't feel the need to be so sad anymore.

Cater, though reluctant, agreed (half-heartedly; he couldn't bear having to keep such a secret to his underclassman like this) and said that he would try to convince his family about it.

Trey asked Riddle why he didn't choose him or the other students.

Riddle replies that since Cater is from another country, it'd be easier to keep [Name] from their mother, thus keeping them safe.

...

And Riddle was fine with that, he really was.

As the older brother, he's ready to sacrifice even his own role and identity just to keep his younger sibling safe.

So, Riddle watches the Diamond "siblings" in jealousy.

If only he and [Name] were like that too...

No.

Riddle shakes his head.

If [Name] is happy, Riddle is happy.

[Name] is happy with Cater as their big brother, not with Riddle as their big brother.

So...

At least for the sake of their happiness, Riddle will let himself step aside, and no longer be an older brother.

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Alternate Ending 4: Familial Reconciliation: Good Ending 2

Riddle and [Name] look at each other, quite awkwardly. They were in the infirmary, with [Name] on the bed and Riddle standing in front of them.

"Hey, I'm-"

"Big brother, I'm-"

Both stop when they realize they spoke at the same time.

"You go first, big brother."

"No, no, [Name]. You can say what you wanted to say."

"No, please. I... I insist."

Riddle looks at his younger sibling, nodding and taking a deep breath.

"Ah... very well then."

"I... I know that you already know this but I'd like to say again. I am very sorry for my actions. And just... for everything. I've realized that my sudden change might have made you uncomfortable and my actions would have also made you be a lot more self-conscious. And I'm very sorry. I'm sorry my actions and words have caused you so much pain, to the point you even overblotted. I know I don't deserve youe forgiveness, but please accept my apology."

Riddle says, earnestly and sincerely bowing his head to [Name].

[Name] takes a deep breath as well, trying to collect their thoughts and replies.

"I... I need some time... everything's just been going fast and stuff and I'm still trying to process everything. But... apology accepted. I... it will take some time for me to try forgiving you but... uhh..."

Their voice weakens at the end, but Riddle nods at them to continue.

"But... you can't just apologize... I... can you... try proving it that... you have changed...? I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm... not making any sense, am I?"

"No, no, you're good. I understand what you mean. And yes, I... I'll try my best."

Riddle smiles gently at his sibling and [Name] feels their heart flutter.

That's... the first time their brother has smiled at them.

Tears well up in [Name]'s eyes and they fall slowly, making Riddle jump.

"Ah! Please don't cry! W-was it something I said or..?"

[Name] shakes their head, softly wiping their tears away.

"No, it's just... I'm... I'm glad..."

Riddle smiles again and goes to hug [Name], stopping just next to them, silently asking if they're okay with it.

The older Rosehearts gets his answer when his younger sibling pulls him into a hug.

Both smile and hug each other for probably the first time in their lives.

...

A few days have passed and Riddle has always done his best to show everyone, especially [Name], that he's changed.

He didn't forcefully approach them anymore and [Name] has been trying to learn not to flinch when they see Riddle.

Though, old habits die hard, and while they both do face some hiccups here and there, they do eventually reconcile.

...

A few years later, both have left their mother to pursue their own careers.

Riddle has become a professional and successful lawyer by the time.

And the Rosehearts siblings' bond is stronger than ever.

While [Name] still does have a tendency to flinch when Riddle shouts, it's gone down and happens rarely.

And while Riddle also has a tendency to let his anger get the best of him, he's learned to try controlling it and expressing his feelings in a safer way.

Now, they look at a picture taken during Riddle's third year graduation and [Name]'s second year graduation.

Both had happy smiles on their faces and were side hugging each other.

Looking at the picture, [Name] softly smiles, "We sure have come a long way, huh Riddle?"

Riddle smiles as well and hugs his dear sibling, "Why yes, we have, [Nickname]."

The Rosehearts siblings have come a long way.

And while many struggles were faced, they pushed through and bonded together.

"I love you, big bro."

"I love you more, little sibling."

"No, I do."

"Mmmm... no. I do."

Laughter fills the house of the Rosehearts siblings.

A happily ever after for them, indeed.

---------------

END!

There you go!

The wait is over my comrades! /hj

Anyway, here you go!

The alternate endings for Riddle's Younger Sibling.

Also, do note that you're still free to ask for things about this fic series!

Thank you all so much for reading!! 💙

Comments and feedback are very much welcome and appreciated!! 💙💙

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst platonic #twst sibling reader #twst angst #twst fluff #riddle rosehearts

[aaronymous999]

The Ghostflowerbyte Headcanon Post

All of them identify as Bi! And they’re all transgender by the way, Margo and Gwen being transfem and Miles being transmasc!

All of them are also autistic, possibly ADHD for all of them too? But not too sure on that one!

Margo and Gwen initially did not get along, but eventually they became friends when they bonded over their shared difficult home lives, this was before Miles came to the Spider Society by the way. Gwen is a bit awkward when introducing two separate friend groups to each other ( she just like me fr ) which is why she actively tried not to mention Hobie, Pavtir and Margo to Miles, her anxiety makes her worry that they’ll hate each other and all her friends will blame her. ( she just like me fr. )

As for pronoun headcanons! Margo uses She/They/It/Byte/Glitch pronouns, Gwen uses She/They, and Miles just uses He/Him.

Margo actively does not want her partners to meet her parents because she hopes to move out as soon as she is old enough and has the money to do so. Gwen’s dad is pretty distant from all of her friends but gets close to Miles first, and it takes a little longer for Margo initially because of her own home life, she worries that Gwen’s dad isn’t truly reconciling and is kind of scared of him, but eventually the two connect. Although Miles and Margo both don’t get that close to him. Rio and Jefferson instantly fall in love with Margo, Rio is just like “Who does your hair? You’re so beautiful honey, you’re such a good influence on our boy make sure to watch out for him.” Margo is obviously very happy about this because, parental figures who actually like her!! Rio and Jeff take a while to warm up to Gwen though, although Rio does so sooner.

Margo and Gwen trade clothes a lot, although this is usually their pajamas since Gwen’s normal fashion sense is a lot more alternative while Margo tends to stick to a cuter style. I saw that scene of her trying out different hairstyles and I don’t know I just feel like she’d love comfy and cute clothing, like an off the shoulder top and jean shorts.

Miles has his art… Gwen has her music and… Margo has her fashion! Of course I like to think her main hobby is more technical stuff like programming but I think she’d desperately want to sew when she moves out. She didn’t have the need to before because well- she didn’t express herself much as Margo Kess and really only did so with her Spider-Byte avatar, which is an avatar afterall.

All three of them are smug and snarky but in different ways and sometimes they all kinda tease each other and it’s amazing. Margo and Gwen are also pretty sarcastic but Miles doesn’t do sarcasm well and thinks they’re serious HWJDBJEE although if Margo and Gwen heard anyone outside of their friendgroup being sarcastic they’d be like????

Margo, Gwen and Miles go on a double date with Pavitr and Gaytari and Hobie is there too but chills in the corner casually being aromantic and teasing the alloromantics is his passion. Valentine’s Day is a capitalistic scam and you all are falling for it!

Margo: I just started taking estrogen! Miles: That’s awesome my top surgery is next week! Gwen: Wow I can’t believe we’re all trans and in love! Hobie: Ay I just murdered Norman Osborn haha

Gwen and Miles are the only sporty ones out of the trio and Margo will never understand it ( she just like me fr )

Um um um those are the headcanons :3 let me know if any of them are culturally inaccurate? My mind is always open!

#aaronymous ramblings #spiderman #spider-man #spider man #miles morales #gwen stacy #spidergwen #spider gwen #spider-gwen #ghost spider #ghostspider #margo kess #spider-byte #spider byte #spiderbyte #spider woman #spiderwoman #spider-woman #ghostflower #ghostbyte #flowerbyte #ghostflowerbyte #gwiles

[wonderlandleighleigh]

10 :)

House of Gold - Twenty One Pilots

She asked me

Son when I grow old

Will you buy me a house of gold

And when your father turns to stone

Will you take care of me

1985

She had wanted a lavish funeral, which doesn't surprise Lenny in the least.

It's easy to get people to come. Sally Marr was well-loved by the business they call show. Comedians and performers of all kinds. Promotors and managers. Everybody loved Sally, but no one loved her like her son and granddaughter.

And Lenny goes all out, because what the fuck else is he supposed to do.

Kitty sticks by him the entire day. She's grown now. Truly grown, and amazing, and he still counts his fucking blessings to have such a great kid.

Such great kids.

Because it's not just Kitty who hasn't let him out of her sight. Ethan and Esther tail him too, making sure he has both water and alcohol alternately, and keeping a full plate of food around him.

Midge is doing the heavy funeral lifting, directing caterers and making sure Lenny doesn't have to look at any paperwork yet.

And there's gonna be a lot of paperwork.

The house is going to have to get cleared out and sold, and there's going to be a lot of accounts to close. Lenny has no desire to stay in California longer than he has to, but he'll do what needs to be done.

His mother would be pissed at him for cancelling the run of shows he had planned for this, but he's the executor of her will, so fuck it all.

"Daddy?"

He blinks and looks a Kitty, and he remembers when she was so little he could hold her in the crook of his arm.

He wished he done that a little more often.

"I'm good," he says simply. "Just thinking about all the death chores."

"More booze!" Esther announces, handing him a glass of whiskey. "Get wasted, Dad."

He has to laugh at that. "What would your other father think?"

"That I'm the best candidate to run his club after he retires," he grins widely. "Or at least represent it the next time someone tries to sue."

Lenny has to laugh and shakes his head.

"Tongue," Ethan announces as he places a large sandwich in front of him. "Lots of spicy mustard, no lettuce."

"Ah, you kids are too good to me," Lenny tells them. He sighs and looks around. "I don't know," he mutters, holding Kitty's hand and patting it with the other.

"You don't know what?" Ethan asks gently.

Lenny blinks. "Nothing. Nothing. Hey, go find your mother for me, I haven't seen her face in a while and I miss it."

"On it!" Esther chirps. "Mama!" she calls, dashing off.

"Rough few years," Lenny mutters. "First Abe, now Ma."

Midge walks up then, taking the seat on Lenny's other side. "I hear I'm wanted."

He grins at her wryly. "Always." He kisses her cheek. "Just wanted to see your pretty face. I like it a lot."

"It's a lot more wrinkled than it used to be," Midge reminds him.

He takes her hand and sighs. "That's okay by me."

#fic #au #tmmm #angst #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #minor character death

[quilna]

HI!!! I just found your tgs shadow/persona au and I love it!! Do you have any other content/info of it? My brain can't stop thinking about it, it's such a cool au!! Also love all the art you've made for the au/just your art in general! Your art style is so funky and I love the way you do shading and how theres so much emotion in the expressions you draw!

Aaaaaaaa Thanks so much!!!!

And also thank you for activating my trap card by asking about my daydream au because I have way too much information. This is about to get very long and not very proof-read.

Setup

The au starts with Jekyll doing his canon experiment to try to split himself into good and evil. He mixes together the concoction, he takes a deep breath, he drinks it and is wracked with the most terrible pains.

Yet, as the pains subside, nothing has changed except a lighter, more free sensation. He's happy again but with no explanation as to why or what truly happened to him.

Jekyll's only theory is that his experiment was a success but his evil has gone missing.

Meanwhile, in another world born from the sea of human unconsciousness, Jekyll's shadow, the manifestation of everything in himself that he's trying to ignore, the very thing he was trying to get rid of, becomes aware for the first time.

Looking around at the Palace surrounding him, Jekyll's shadow realizes that he doesn't need to stick around and ditches, running freely around the other world doing whatever he pleases.

On it’s own, this could have been fine but Jekyll’s experiments unsettled the delicate balance between worlds and, the longer it remains, the more dangerous it becomes. (Also, maybe it summoned a god or something because all the persona games I know end with the main characters fighting a god of some kind. It’s tradition by this point.)

A few years later, Frankenstein shows up, the exhibition is around the corner, and the ruined balance begins to show its effects.

As a result, people close to Jekyll one by one begin to experience the other world as a new 25th hour in the day, starting with the very closest people to Jekyll - Lanyon and Rachel.

As Jekyll’s closest and the person he has the most confusing feelings for, Lanyon is gifted with the power of the wildcard - the ability to use multiple persona.

The two of them wake up in the middle of the night to a changed world, filled with monsters and no other people to help. The pair latch onto each other as the only company in this strange new nightmare world and run for their lives.

However, they manage to stumble into a seeming safe zone - a strange garden filled with small animals.

And strangest of all, another Rachel.

-

Rachel’s Palace

Although the existence of a doppelganger is creepy, the pair are grateful for any kind of safety. The other Rachel is friendly and sweet. She offers them both a sanctuary from the monsters outside and promises to help them get back home however she can.

There is just one firm rule. The animals that she cares for are not to be touched and Lanyon and Rachel both quickly learn that she is violently protective over them.

Even if she’s sweet though, the original Rachel instinctively hates her guts. It’s not just the face-sharing either, it’s some far deeper discomfort running under the surface. Yet, the alternative is monsters so she’s willing to play nice for a while.

The pair explore around for a while and find out things about this garden. The animals, for instance? Each and every one of them is dressed like someone Rachel knows. Even shares a few of their mannerisms.

There are a group of animals that are bigger and scarier than the others like wolves, panthers, and lions protecting the smaller ones. Rachel recognizes their clothes look like members of the Forty Elephants, lead by Lucy, Patrin, and Elsie.

And then there’s the small bird cages, containing what the other Rachel calls painful memories. Please don’t open those.

During all of this, original Rachel gets more and more irritable until finally, she decides she’s had enough. She stands up and opens her mouth to say something.

But she doesn’t get the chance. Because other Rachel stiffens at that exact moment.

One of the animals has been hurt and her accusation quickly falls on Lanyon and Rachel, the only people there.

Lanyon insists that they didn’t touch the animals but Rachel is too ticked off with the other Rachel and quickly gets into a verbal fight with her about the accusations. At last, the other Rachel takes her away to speak with her, leaving Lanyon alone.

He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t go home without Rachel but whatever was going on between those two felt like more than a normal squabble. Worse, the garden has become aggressive towards him now. The larger animals that protected the garden have now turned on him and he doesn’t know what to do.

Until, out of nowhere, he awakens to his persona and is given a way to protect himself.

As he defeats the wave of animals attacking him and he’s trying to catch his breath, suddenly a strange new person appears, curious by his abilities.

Lanyon is instantly wary of this person. For one, he has the same yellow eyes as the fake Rachel. Secondly, the stranger admits that they were the one who accidentally hurt the animal. The stranger gets defensive about it, claiming that he only touched the animal and only because it looked like someone he knew. As it turns out, the animals aren’t only small but as fragile as glass - even the slightest touch cracks them.

The stranger introduces himself as shapeshifter known as Edward Hyde and explains to Lanyon how this world works. He tells him about shadows, explains that the world around them is how Rachel sees her world - as fragile and needing of her protection. Explains to him that shadows and their original hosts don’t tend to get along very well. (”Or maybe I’m just projecting.” Hyde hums to himself.) If they don’t save Rachel soon, her shadow might kill her.

So, off the pair of them go. Lanyon acts as offense with his new ability, Hyde acts as the information (and occasionally kicks shadows in the face. He doesn’t have a persona but he does have the power of kicking.)

They find Rachel and shadow Rachel. Rachel denies to her shadow that they’re the same person, shadow Rachel goes berserk, a boss fight ensues ending with Rachel finally accepting that the two of them are one and the same.

And so, Rachel gains her own persona.

Lanyon introduces her to Hyde and she instantly warms up to him.

Yet, they can’t stay, as Hyde explains. The hour is ending and, if they don’t leave the palace by the time the hour ends, they’ll be trapped there until the next 25th hour.

The two hurry out of the garden into the monster infested outside and, sure enough, the hour ticks over and they find themselves home at 1 in the morning.

However, to Rachel’s horror, Hyde didn’t come with them. He’s still in that monster infested other world.

-

Other palaces

I haven’t fully decided on the other palaces yet or which shadows they face but they definitely keep going through palaces, saving the new people who fall into the other world and get snatched up by their shadows. 

Frankenstein definitely has to be one of them though I haven’t fully decided what I want her palace to be. So far I’ve considered her palace being a disease-ridden prison because of how she views London and her treatment there. Though I’ve also considered an isolated icy castle.

Jekyll also gets a palace but his is later in.

-

Personas

Personas are another thing where I haven’t decided on them for everyone. The only ones I have so far are Lanyon having his persona be Sherlock (because of him investigating the truth in canon) and Jekyll having the persona of Romulus (Aka, a leader type character with a twin who he squabbled with)

Further than that, though, I have no ideas.

-

Jekyll’s Palace

Jekyll’s palace comes in a little later, after the group has already picked up a few people. It takes the form of a circus.

Over the course of the adventure, the group passes Jekyll’s palace a few times on the way to other palaces but they never go in. Partially to respect Jekyll’s privacy, partially to avoid fighting more shadows than they need to, and partially because Hyde is weirdly adverse to that particular palace. And, as someone who knows the other world very well, Hyde would know quite well which palaces are the dangerous ones.

Yet, as Jekyll’s health decays in the real world from Frankenstein, from the exhibition, from the secrets that everyone around him seems to be keeping, and a sudden new doubt in him about his old experiments with their complete lack of physical evidence that they worked, Robert gets worried and decides to sneak in alone for a peek.

However, he is surprised to find that Jekyll is missing. The place has fallen into disrepair without its leader, crawling with monsters with nobody keeping them in check.

He quickly leaves, perturbed by his findings.

It isn’t long after this that Jekyll finally falls into the 25th hour and the group have to go to save him from his own palace and, supposedly, from his own shadow. Hyde is violently against the idea, wanting to leave Jekyll alone there to die, but he’s quickly outvoted and the group venture inside.

The further they go in, the more the group starts to notice Hyde acting erratically. He starts to wander off on his own, muttering to himself about things, starting to act less like himself and more like... an actual shadow..?

At long last, the ball finally drops when they run into the cognitive version of Lanyon. Cognitive Lanyon has been searching hard for the circus’ missing ringleader and, as it turns out, took the real Jekyll temporarily as a replacement. After all, he’s close enough.

Yet, when he lays eyes on Hyde, he grabs Hyde immediately. Demands to know what he thought he was doing running away? He has a duty here, he can’t just ditch that.

“Oh, did you really think that little face-changing trick of yours could work on me?” Cognitive Lanyon asks, poking Hyde hard.

Before their eyes, everyone watches Hyde change shape in Lanyon’s grip, twisting and changing until, dangling there in Lanyon’s grip is no longer Hyde.

It’s Jekyll’s shadow.

“After all, I was the one who taught you that trick.”

With that, Cognitive Lanyon takes Hyde away to take his place in the circus, leaving the group confused and alarmed by this turn of events.

The group quickly hurry after, finding Jekyll and Hyde in the same place, both brought there by cognitive Lanyon.

In such close proximity to his original, Hyde goes full shadow, telling Jekyll exactly what sort of person he is, shapeshifting into his friends to taunt and torment him. Jekyll denies Hyde, Hyde goes berserk, the group fight, the group succeeds.

Then, like every single time before it, Jekyll accepts that Hyde is him.

Yet, Hyde proceeds to deny him.

He’s his own person now! He refuses to go back to being Jekyll!

The group is left in bewilderment. This has never happened before - now what?

But they don’t have time to figure things out because the 25th hour ends. The palace disappears around them and they all find themselves back in the real world.

After such an ordeal, people immediately jump to checking on Jekyll to see if he’s ok.

As a matter of fact, Jekyll’s actually acting really weirdly. He keeps looking around himself like he’s never seen the real world before, seeming shocked to be out.

Everyone puts it down to the weird experience he just had. He was in a really weird other world for a pretty long time, of course he would be surprised to be in the real world again.

Unbeknownst to them, what they’re looking at isn’t actually Jekyll but Hyde in Jekyll’s body. The real world is new and strange to him.

And free from the other world that he had been trapped in so long.

Yet, as the day goes by, people quickly notice Jekyll’s erratic behaviour and eventually put together the truth of the situation.

-

Further than that?

Honestly, I don’t have clear ideas after that. Eventually Hyde accepts Jekyll and becomes the most loud-mouthed persona in the history of personas, taking back on his own Hyde form whenever he’s not fighting for Jekyll and ignoring Jekyll’s instructions most of the time.

I have some older posts here with a bit of outdated information (and some information that’s still relevant) and some sadly old and terrible art from 2020. However, I haven’t redone the drawings and, therefore, they’re still the best (and only) references I have.

https://lifedrake.tumblr.com/post/615090651633156096/steps-up-to-podium-clears-throat-tgs-persona

https://lifedrake.tumblr.com/post/630636943447916544/persona-au-again-feat-hydes-shapeshifting

I should redraw some of it at some point.

#tgs au #Quilna's asks #ask #shadow au

[hiswordsarekisses]

WHEN FRIENDS FORSAKE YOU by Lynette Hughes: Sometimes even the best of friendships can fall apart without any wrongdoing on your part. It can be devastating to find that someone you thought truly cared about you; someone you trusted and shared the most personal and intimate details of your life with has suddenly disappeared without an explanation. It can be very difficult to recover from the pain and betrayal. There is nothing which can expose your weaknesses more than feeling abandoned by someone you considered your friend. It can leave you deeply wounded, spiritually paranoid, fearful of trusting anyone again. But God does not always allow people to stay in our life forever. Sometimes He has called them to be there for you for a season, to help during a time of darkness, to steer you away from taking a wrong turn, to provide you guidance and support and strengthen your faith.

There are times friendships become idolatrous. God may remove a friend from your life to prevent you from becoming over-reliant and spiritually codependent rather than your primary relationship being with Jesus Christ. When our emotional state of well-being is found in a friend rather than God, it is a sin.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 says to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Don’t allow your grief to fill you with self-pity. Don’t make yourself a victim. There is no need to become frustrated or bitter over losing a friend. Allow them to go, pray for them, and do not try to force the relationship beyond its purpose. See it as a blessing in disguise.

It would do well to remember that while God places people in your life, so does the enemy. You can only see what people allow you to see, but God sees the heart and He knows exactly how much you can bear; therefore, He may remove someone from your life in order to protect you. There are many people who will come in our lives and play an important role in it. Then when life offers an alternate, often better path, they won’t hesitate to leave us stranded alone. We can be left feeling shattered. God may remove someone because they will not help you to fulfill His plan in your life. They may be toxic, secretly envy you and become more toxic as time goes by. When God removes someone from your life, don't chase after them. Their purpose in your life is done.

Prov 18:24 in the NIV tells us, “One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.” All of your relationships can break down at some point. Despite what you may momentarily think or feel, you are not alone, you have someone who will always stand by your side. Although it is important to have friends and Christian fellowship, it is a matter of eternal life and death to have Jesus.

The greatest friend that ever lived is Jesus Christ, but we must never forget there is a condition to your friendship with Him. Jesus said in John 15:14-15, “You are my friends IF you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.” Jesus is your friend in the sense you can know Him well, you can share your most intimate personal and private thoughts and feelings with Him, and if you have spiritual ears to hear, He will speak to you and always tell you the truth. As our friend, He is reliable and faithful even in the most disastrous circumstances. He brings joy into your life and always has your best interests at heart. Never let the failure of your friends become the basis for doubting the one Friend who will never leave or forsake you.

[baizhuo]

A farewell ( to Baizhu )! For now.

Good morning/afternoon/evening/day to my fellow writers! I genuinely wanted to make an update post about this for quite some time, I just have not been able to due to a few things. Namely that this account was sort of on the old dashboard layout, but also because I truly and genuinely have not had the motivation to be here due to the ick I have been getting here.

I will, of course, explain more under the readmore in a bit, but first, i just genuinely want to take the time to say a few more other POSITIVE notes as well!

I would like to thank you all for taking the time and interest in wanting to write with myself and with Baizhu. I do truly appreciate it. For those who have been genuine and there to read about my personal HCs for him, I do mean it when i say that it made me happy that other folks enjoyed the content I had created.

I genuinely wrote Baizhu because i enjoyed his mysterious allure and I really did, in fact, come to cherish him as a muse prior to his release. I am known to pick up characters that dont have much information on them because I feel inspired to make something incredibly unique for him. It was absolutely amazing and fun to create him as a character, and again, for those of you who have followed and have watched and seen him grow, I thank you so much. Nobody had to stick around for that, so I commend anybody who has done so this entire time.

Now... I know I have not been here for QUITE some time even before baizhu's release, because of burnout, but even after his release, i have just come to realise that.... MUCH of what i have written and created for baizhu is just simple so different than his canon. While I am more than capable of writing an alternate version of Baizhu as a completely Canon-DIVERGENT character, I also feel like it would be difficult for me as I have had to really look around and see what part of his canon would have to be retconned and what would have to just be... shifted.

And given the fact that I just had no more heart for the game either, i just simple did not want to take the time and effort to do it - even though baizhu had come to be a comfort muse for myself. On top of what the community has already made be feel like as well? To be quite frank, I just simply could not put in the effort anymore.

Perhaps on a multimuse, as a possible request muse, sure, but I can no longer keep baizhu on a single, standalone blog anymore.

For that, I do TRULY apologise.

Again, I want to thank you all for the great and fun times, but for now I must bid the blog specifically adieu, for now. Perhaps one day he will comeback just on my multimuse, but not right now.

I do still have him as a muse, on discord, through written plots and the like. so if ANYBODY would like to add me on discord, they may! My discord is the following, so please feel free to add me: ghostliie

Of course, there are actually a LOT more reasons for me having no desire to be here, and for that, i will put the rest under a read more. but understand that there were a LOT of reasons for my departure and i want folks to understand that I did GENUINELY enjoy my interactions here. I dont want any of my mutuals feeling like they did anything wrong, because they have not. and I can assure and promise you all that.

Honestly there are 2 very big and main reasons for me to not want to be here. And both are mainly due to the fact that there is a LOT of discomfort for me to be here.

The FIRST reason is that, I have grown absolutely weary and worn of the actual GenPact community. The Fanon takes are hot and, quite frankly, I do not enjoy them. But its also the OwO-ification of many characters and the general UwU attitudes of the fandom as a whole that makes me rather sick. Its really discomforting that characters are being watered and washed down to the point of jokes, and I simply just do not like that.

People are entitled to write however they wish and see fit, it just is not something I personally bode well myself. I enjoy complex characters with nuanced histories. Now, I understand that, perhaps, this may not be the fandom for that, but, of course, this is why i personally cater my own dash to what i like. people should know that I follow people for their writing and for them as the writer, not for their muses. It is just truly unfortunate that.... It still feels a bit suffocating for me to be here regardless. And I have come to notice that.... it TRULY is just the fandom community as a whole. I have been on other blogs of mine and it is honestly so very odd to feel completely different on my other dashes than I do on here.

It's heartbreaking for me to say the least, but I just no longer want to feel anxious anymore. I also want to be taken seriously, not as some joke either. and.... If i had to be frank, I have, indeed, had some rather NASTY interactions with baizhu and a few other genshin muses that i just simply will no longer tolerate seeing anymore.

There is this sort of cringe culture that really permeates the community, and i just do not have the tolerance keep trying to cater to what i like. I.E. there is too much of it for me to cater, so I would rather take my leave than to stick around.

Now... Onto the SECOND reason for me to leaving.... for those who may or may not know, I had made a post about a certain individual who is/was EXTREMELY frequent in the community a long while ago. For those who would like that post, it is this post right here. ( Mind, this is NOT a callout, and I want people to understand that I want her to be left alone. ) But, in all honesty, ever since the fallout with her, i simply just do not want be in the same vicinity or social circle as her.

She also clearly does not realise how the law works because if she had, she would understand that I live in a place where single-party consent is allowed. ( I had to record our last phone conversation because knowing her, she would absolutely gaslight, manipulate, and try mentally and emotion abuse me like she had for quite some time. ) But overall, My qualms with her are MOSTLY personal, however aside from the fact that she is absolutely lying about her race now ( she is MOSTLY white, has admitted to me that she is mostly white - and has said i would experience more racism than her if i were to be in her town - and she does, in fact, have white privilege - she LOOKS white and SHOULD acknowledge this if she is writing herself down as something else ). But that's neither here nor there.

This is all to say that my experience with her had boiled down to her being extremely acephobic towards me. She infantalised me multiple times and would never take me seriously. And then had the gall to call me a narcissist and said that i didn't give her the 'attention' that she herself admitted to. ( and again for anybody who doesn't believe me, I have the entire phone conversation and receipts to prove this ). She was abusive towards me and was/is EXTREMELY unapologetic for it.

I can admit my own faults as well, and I have indeed apologised to her about it, but she refuses to do the same to me. And I dont want to be near somebody who was abusive to me.

AGAIN THIS IS NOT A CALLOUT, so please do NOT go at her for any reason. I simply am explaining that.... her active presence in the GenPact community greatly discomforts me. She was a rather toxic individual towards me, and I simply do not feel comfortable being near or in a community that she is in.

I also do not want to force people to pick sides either, because that is so extremely unfair to them as well. But it doesn't change the fact that i don't feel comfortable being so close to her since our circle of moots are similar. So, therefore, I will be leaving.

And before anybody dares to tell me that i am just trying to shit-stir or anything. I really am not. she is accusing me of things that she is doing herself and had HARD projected that shit on me. I simply do not condone that at all. i have the proof to show that as well, to show that I genuinely am not blowing smoke up my ass. Most of it is provided on this carrd i have made about it. ( minus the last interaction we had. ) But again, I have the phone conversation and recording as well.

AGAIN, i am simply explaining WHY i am leaving and what has caused me to feel so distressed and uncomfortable on this blog. Please don't attack anybody or anything. I am being incredibly generalised here on purpose, but if anybody wants to know and understand the full situation, so they can make their own decision, they may ask, i will not hide anything. My discord has been listed above, so please feel free to ask me on discord. I will add anybody to have that convo.

Anyway.... I have found comfort in other places, included an OC of mine, so I prefer to be elsewhere. If you would LIKE the location of my current whereabouts, you MAY ask. However, not on this blog. For I will most likely not answer.

You may also try my MultiMuse @ghstlie if you so wish and desire, but it is currently LOW ACTIVITY.

But otherwise, I bid you all a lovely farewell. I do apologise again. And I wish you ALL the very best.

#ooc. #update. #psa. #farewell everybody #i wish you guys all the best #and may 2024 be kind to you #thank you for everything. you guys were absolutely amazing

[sucuretcannelle]

"9. when in their life were they most scared?" For Char, Jason, and Regina

"2. what was your original concept for this character? how did playing them change that concept?" For Ai, Nash, Atlas

Char was absolutely terrified when she met Ai again. She was already shaken up because she suddenly got transported to some random place she's never been before. And then having to see her friend that went missing from her house over a year ago? She was scared shitless.

Jason has never actually been too scared, he's lived a pretty normal life till this point. But we never really talked about the fact that Char would randomly disappear and stop texting him whenever she went to Acicrial. That would freak him the fuck out because he had no clue that alternate realities/realms existed so he'd always have that idea that she could've gotten murdered or something

Regina has daddy issues. Not as bad as Ai or Orion but still enough to have an effect on her. I won't expose a specific experience but let's just say every time she had to have a conversation with him, she would freak the fuck out because she just knew he was going to say something negative

NASH WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE A CHARACTER. He was supposed to be mentioned in passing but not as a character that would stay for more than a day. He was just meant to show that Orion had a shitty life and has to deal with assholes on the regular. People started to like him so I kept him around for a while longer and here we are 😭

Ai was just supposed to be me. I think I got rid of that more overtime because it was fucking lame compared to everything else that was going on but the concept of her life just cycling became really funny to me so I kinda stuck with it. Went from human, to demon, to sin, to god but all of that was just the same thing over and over again and somehow it was pretty interesting. But truly she's still part of me even if I don't want her to be

Atlas was also not supposed to stay. Unlike Nash, he was going to be brought in a few times but he wasn't really meant to stick around. Why did I keep him around? I have no fucking clue 💀 I don't remember. Atlas didn't have a meaning but he grew into one because having an empty character is boring

[mellowrants]

Guess i lied bout this being inactive. This shit is addictive im doing more

Beastmaster, well she deserves her own post. She had her own damn story with arcs n shit. I slapped her in cause I removed 3 mercs and 6 just aint a good number for teams n shuit. It also fitted with her story since she needed to leave. She got a ride from Cathy to the merc base where she joined. She sorta flipped some shiz up with a couple characters. She’s only 22, which surprised the group since she looks older. She can summon her ‘beasts’ magically using her own energy. She’s from a place called Arkar and speaks the native language, though the other mercs equivalent of the language is Arabic. She’s also quite the hunter, having to survive on her own in the wild for a few years.

Seeker is a young bri’ish lad that didnt have a father, and he’s fast, faster than the other kids when growing up. He didnt care much bout them cause he knew he was better. Then he joined the merc group and that started to falter a bit. His confidence flatlined when the new girl beat him in a battle without any weapons. He did a scout tf2 and started being annoying for attention. That went away after an arc. Theres also another arc with him but I cant reveal that yet, as I haven’t answered the question in my first post yet. He also has a lot of knifes, and in recent years he really likes stabbing people. He sure is becoming a stereotype.

scope is no longer barren in terms of development, i made him Florida man and gave him a ghille suit. Though i cant make him too crazy since he will be the first person that Beastmaster befriends. Man still needs some tinkering.

Inventor, is well, a guy, i aint got a look for him yet. he has a major event in there for him. Aint saying that yet, that event is getting a small fic. Its the only way to do that event justice. Anyway, Inventor outwardly in groups seems like a pleasant fellow to be around. When the door is closed, though, he’s a narcissistic control freak. He especially hates it that Chromas’ flirting flusters him, since he’s not in control of that. You’d also be dead if you even implied that he’s crushing on the metal man.

Healer is a young Vietnamese man, only about 20. Despite his parents only being mere farmers, he is a savant (he remembers everything that he sees and hears) and a genius. He would often sneak out late at night to talk to the occasional traveler that stops by, just so he could learn a thing or two. One day, a traveling doctor came to preform surgery on a sick kid. He was allowed to watch, and he knew from that moment on that he wanted to be a doctor. There was a problem though, they had no money. He went to the nearest library and learned all the english and medical knowledge he could. Then he took the opportunity to join the merc team. He’s quite nervous in battles, so he usually sticks to Tank’s side. He’s far from useless though, as only in the first month there he created a new type of medicine that can heal wounds 10x faster than any alternative. He would gladly explain to you how it works if you’d lend him an ear.

Tank is like the team leader, he chooses the jobs and keeps the team together. He’s a scarred Balkan war veteran and you can fucken tell. 7′0 bald mfer with the biggest fucken minigun you’ve ever seen. On the inside, though, he is quite kind to those he cares about or those who are in distress. The only reason Healer hasn’t gone mad from stress is because of Tank. He’s far from stupid, he knew that Healer was something special when he recalled out loud the layout of the base in excruciating detail on his very first day there. Since then he’s taken the young man under his wing so to say. He truly is the voice of reason in the team, being there for the members in their moment of crisis. He is also a very effective leader and strategist since he learned the exact skillsets of all the other mercs.

Bomber is an interesting fellow. Dont have too much of a personality for him yet, he’s still a bit flat. But I do got a backstory for him. He immigrated from South Africa to Scotland with his parents when he was 9. There was a graveyard near his house, and everytime he passed said graveyard on the sidewalk, he could faintly hear voices coming from it. His parents brushed him off, thinking he was just being a kid. One night he got curious and went to investigate. The voices faintly told him to stand on a metal plate in the center of the graveyard, and like the 9 year old he was he complied. He then could see spirits around him. They told him that they were long dead demolition and artillery experts and they could not rest until their knowledge was passed on, and since he could hear them he was their chosen one. Slowly but surely they taught him everything they all knew, and they dissipated when he had learned it all. He learned a plethora of skills, many thought not to be humanly possible. He likes to at least try to talk things out before resorting to violence, even in the most dangerous of jobs.

#writing #project ultriverse

[angelholme]

M4M&I — Day 9 : Frame

I have to admit that I really had no idea what I was going to write about today — there are plenty of topics that “frame” could prompt but none of them really jumped out at me as something that were something that was “about me”.

There is the term “frame” in coding — either a frame in memory (which is a term you hear less and less these days) or a frame in a web page (a specific section of a page that can be updated or referenced individually, but again that is a term that is being used less and less nowadays because of the way websites are designed — at least the websites I use).

Then there are frames in some sports — snooker, pool and so forth, but as much as I enjoy them they aren’t something that tends to dominate my life.

But then I replied to a comment on an answer about why comedians tend to be left wing — there is a logical reason for that as it turns out — and it made me start thinking about comedy in general, and one comedian in particular. And how he relates to the word “frame”

I had an app for my phone where I kept track of my daily mood, and my activities. Not anything specific — I didn’t say where I had gone, or who I had spoken to, or even store any names.

It just ranked my mood on a scale of 1 - 5 (1 being truly appalling and 5 being truly outstanding) and what I did that day (work, holiday, cinema, game, theatre, family and so on and so forth). And it also let me produce cross references — was I happier after I spent time with my family? How many days did I spent at work and so on.

I used it for about a year and half, then stopped because I just kept forgetting to update it (I really should have had an alarm or a reminder but what can you do?) and in that time I had no truly appalling days but about 4 slightly appalling days (4 days in eighteen months — which when you think about it isn’t bad, given that it included the opening period of the pandemic)

I can’t remember most of the days, but one of the slightly appalling days (a “level 2” out of 5) that sticks in my mind was the 1st of February 2019 — the day that a man named Jeremy Hardy died.

My argument, if you are curious, was that most comedians tend to exist to make fun of the establishment. That they are there to poke fun at people in power.

For most of my life the establishment in the UK has been right wing — and fairly hard right at that. (Not far-right — as bad as the country might be I ma not suggesting it is that bad). So the comedic landscape has been mostly left-wing, and hard-left for the most part.

It is what created Ben Elton, The New Statesman, The Young Ones and a slew of other left-wing comedians that dominated what was referred to as “the alternate comedy” scene when I was young.

And amongst these men and women was Mister Hardy — someone whose comedy was directed not only at the government of the day (whatever day it might be — while he was a left-wing comedian he also had issues with the Labour government after the events of 9/11 and 7/7) but at the treatment of those he saw as the underdogs.

But not only did he use humour as a weapon to take on those he found objectionable, he also campaigned tirelessly in the political arena for those he felt needed standing up for.

One of this more memorable sketches from “Jeremy Hardy Speaks To The Nation” was about how easy it is to take a fingerprint from a glass and apply it to almost anything, and — by extension — how easy it is to frame one or more young men as IRA suspects in terrorist bombings.

Which — when written like that — doesn’t sound like it would make for a very funny sketch, but like most things, hearing it live is better than hearing it second hand.

I could go on for a lot longer, and not do him justice — both in terms of his comedy, and his political activism, so I should probably stop eulogising him about now.

I will however say two more things, and they are things that I might revisit later in the month.

Generally when a celebrity dies, even when they die at an age that is younger than you would expect (Mister Hardy was 57) I tend not to be as upset as other people because their body of work doesn’t disappear. We still have Michael Jackson’s songs, we still have Alec Guinness’ films, we still have Peter Falk’s episodes as Columbo and his performance as The Grandfather — for example.

But Jeremy Hardy was only fifty seven, and even if he had been seventy seven or eighty seven, he still would have had so much to give in so many areas that his death was a true loss to the area of comedy and the area of political activism.

And although a lot of Mister Hardy’s later works was when I was grown up, a fair part of it was when I was younger — a child or a teenager. And as such I credit him — a long with a few others — as being one of the architects and primary influences of my political education.

There are many people who made me the person I am today, but in terms of politics he was — he is — one of the most influential.

So now I guess you at least know who you have to blame.

#m4m&i #may myself and i #day 9 #frame

[nerdzzone]

Once Bitten - Twice Shy

Summary: Raising a child is hard. Raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars is even harder. And raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars who you’re not actually in a relationship with is even harder still.

One of the challenges of sharing custody is sharing holidays which is something that Whitney Taylor found herself struggling with in the December of 2019. The prospect of spending Christmas without her son was dismaying, but the complications that come with the alternative might be even harder to face.

Chris Evans x OFC

Note: Thank you to everyone who has read, liked or commented on this story! I appreciate the support. 

This was the entirety of my original plot, it was just supposed to be a one shot when I started writing it, but it took on a life of it’s own. There’s quite a bit more to come now so I hope no one is too disappointed by the way this ends! I’ve started working on the sequel and have it all mapped out, but I probably won’t post it until it’s mostly finished like I did with this one. So, keep your eyes peeled and please let me know your thoughts!

Part Two

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Part Three

26. 12. 19

Waking up, it took a few moments for the memories of the night before to come back to me. When they did, I was filled with relief that I was alone and Chris was no where to be seen. My head throbbed, partially from the alcohol I'd consumed and partially because of the regrets that were filling my mind.

How could we be so stupid? So reckless? How could we risk everything that we'd built for Grayson just for a few moments of relief? How would I be able to push my feelings for Chris aside again after sharing such intimacy with him?

It broke my heart to make the decision to be friends the first time we found ourselves in this situation, how could I be foolish enough to put myself through that again?

I turned my head and groaned into the pillow, a much more distressed, melancholy groan than the ones leaving my lips the night before. I felt like an idiot and I was dreading facing Chris.

After taking another moment to chastise myself for my bad choices, I checked my phone to see the time and was shocked. It was already almost nine thirty and I hadn't heard a peep from the rest of the house. Unfortunately, that meant I didn't have time to mope around in bed, puzzling out what to do.

So, I took just enough time to decide that I needed to make a quick exit before getting up to get myself ready to leave.

 -

  When I got to the kitchen, it was surprisingly quiet. None of the men or children were anywhere to be seen as Lisa, Shanna and Carly tidied up the dishes from the breakfast that I'd missed. Apparently, there was another snow storm forecast to start by the early afternoon and everyone had headed out into the snow as soon as they'd finished eating to start shovelling so that we could all leave before it hit.

I was relieved by their quick action because even if I had to shovel the whole driveway by myself and then drive home in a blizzard, I was not sticking around for another night.

Lisa had tried to convince me to let her cook me breakfast, but my stomach was in too many knots to even think about food. I politely declined and settled for a banana and a cup of coffee, chatting with the women as I ate. It distracted me for a while as I tried to shut off some of the noise in my brain, but once I was finished, I knew I had to face the music and head outside.

By the time I got out there, Chris, Scott and their brother-in-law were already halfway down the driveway which was an impressive feat considering how long it was. I waved to them as I put my bag in my car before heading towards where the children were playing in the front yard.

"Mama!" Grayson cheered as I approached them. "Look! We're building a snowman!"

I looked at the sloppy pile of snow they were assembling and smiled.

"Wow, I can see that! Great job, guys!"

He grinned as he ran over to me and threw his arms around my legs. It was a feeling that never got old and I leaned down to squeeze him closer, trying to ignore the wave of guilt that washed over me. He was the most important thing in our situation and we'd lost sight of that.

"Can you help us?"

"Of course," I nodded. "But I need to go talk to your daddy real quick, okay? Then I'll be right back."

"Okay!"

With that, Grayson bolted back over to his cousins to continue their little project. They were so good with him, including him in their games and activities despite his young age and I was happy that he had such good role models to play with. Leaving them under Dodger's watchful eye, I took a deep breath and headed down the driveway to Chris.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Scott shouted over, the first to notice me coming their way. "Thanks for getting up so early to help us shovel the driveway."

I laughed at his sarcasm and stuck out my tongue, but when he shot me a knowing wink, I felt my cheeks burn. Of course Chris would tell him. I should have expected it, they were as close as brothers could be and Chris was always open with his family.

But it just made me feel worse about the conversation I was about to have as I went over to Chris. Luckily, he was on the opposite side of the driveway to the other two. At least that would give us a modicum of privacy.

"Hey, good morning," he grinned. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," I returned his smile, though mine was much more forced. "Thanks for letting me sleep in."

"Grayson wanted to wake you up at breakfast," he admitted, looking over at our son as he spoke. "He was worried that you'd be hungry when you woke up and there would be no more food left."

I couldn’t help, but laugh at the thought of his concern.

"He's too sweet, but I appreciate you stopping him," I admitted. "I guess I was tired out after last night."

"Last night," Chris smirked. "Last night was..."

He trailed off as he tried to think of a word to describe it, but my smile disappeared entirely as I could tell from the look on his face that we weren't reflecting on our little incident in the same way. So, I beat him to the punch.

"Last night was a mistake."

My words hung between us for a moment and I knew, from the way that his jaw dropped slightly as if I'd just slapped him across the face, that he wasn't happy with what I'd said.

"Oh, don't give me that crap!" He protested once my words had sunk in, keeping his voice low enough that no one would be able to overhear. "You're saying that it meant nothing to you?"

I really wished we weren't outside with so many watchful eyes around, but this conversation needed to be had and at least this way I'd have an excuse to keep things brief.

"I'm saying that it shouldn't have happened," I clarified, my voice wavering slightly as I questioned my own confidence in my words. "We've worked hard to keep things as stable as possible for Grayson and that's what we need to stay focused on."

"So, you just want to pretend that it never happened?"

My heart felt like it was in a vice. I didn't want to pretend it never happened. I wanted to be with Chris, I wanted us to give it a shot, but I knew that it wouldn't work. I was nothing compared to the women that Chris usually dated and when it all fell apart, Grayson would be the one stuck in the middle. It wasn't fair to him.

But that knowledge didn't make it any less painful when I nodded my head.

"I think that's for the best."

Chris scoffed, looking down at the snow as if he couldn't even stand to look at me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to run away or cry and throw myself into his arms so I settled for simply standing there quietly, waiting for him to say something.

It felt like an eternity, but after a minute or two of total silence, he finally spoke.

"Just let me make sure that I'm getting this right," he started, looking back up at me with such an intensity that it made my eyes swim with tears. “You really have no feelings for me at all? Because if you feel even a little bit like I do then you couldn’t possibly think you’re making any sense right now.”

I swallowed hard, trying to come to terms with the situation that I found myself in. A situation where Chris could be standing in front of me, telling me that he had feelings for me after all these years that we’d been determined to be just friends. It would have felt like a cruel joke if there wasn’t so much hurt in his eyes, so much fear that I was about to reject him. Fear that proved to be entirely justified when I finally got my emotions under control enough to answer him.

"It doesn't matter," I told him softly. "It's not about what I feel or what you feel. We have someone more important to consider."

“That's bullshit!"

I flinched at the harshness of his words and his raised voice as Scott shouted over a reminder about language as the kids weren't very far away. I could feel the tears still filling my eyes, but I knew I had to stick to my guns.

"It's not bullshit," I insisted. "It's the right thing to do."

"But you said yourself, he's starting to notice that things are different," Chris pointed out, his voice thankfully much softer than it had been moments ago . "Why not take the chance to give him a normal family if that's what we both want anyway?"

"Because it will hurt him more if it doesn't work out."

"Hurt him?" Chris questioned, his scowl deepening. "Or hurt you?"

Both of us. 

The truth was that I was worried that Chris would hurt me just as much as I worried that our decision would hurt Grayson, but I could handle the risk to myself if it was my choice. I couldn't handle our son being collateral damage.

I could feel Chris' gaze locked intently on me, but I couldn't lift my eyes to meet his. I didn't want to talk about it anymore. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold onto my argument when the decision I was making wasn't even what I truly wanted. I needed this conversation to end before I let my guard down and made anymore stupid choices.

"We can't talk about this here, Chris."

"Well, when will we talk about it then?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I need to think."

Chris shook his head as a sigh fell from his lips. He looked defeated.

"Alright."

I took that as an end to the conversation and turned to walk away, but I'd only made it a few steps when Chris called out to me again.

"I care about you, Whitney," he told me as I looked back over my shoulder. "This wasn't nothing to me. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to make this work."

That only made me feel worse as I had done it without such noble intentions and with doubt still plaguing my mind. I felt cowardly, but I couldn't bring myself to answer him as I looked away and continued on my way back towards our son.

 -

  I stayed outside, playing with the kids in the snow, until the driveway was clear. Once my car was free, I scooped Grayson up and said my goodbyes.

"Be good for your dad, okay?"

"Okay, Mama!" He smiled, pressing a big, sloppy kiss on my cheek. "I love you!"

"I love you too, buddy. I'll see you in a few days."

I put him down and waved as he ran back to follow his cousins who were heading inside. 

Turning back to my car, I  wasn’t entirely surprised to see Chris leaning against the hood. However, I was surprised to see that the scowl that had been firmly on his face since we talked had eased somewhat and I was even more surprised when he pulled me into a hug as soon as I was close enough.

"Drive safe," he warned me. "The roads still look pretty bad."

"I will," I nodded, easing myself out of his grip. "And I'm sorry, Chris. I really am."

"Don't sweat it." He shrugged, but the dejected look on his face did little to assure me that he accepted my apology.  "We'll talk soon though, right?"

I nodded and stepped back, moving to get into my car as Chris moved away from the hood.

He stayed there on the driveway, watching me as I turned the car around and waving as I drove off until he was out of sight.

I felt exhausted and heavy. There were tears brewing in my eyes as I turned onto the road, just as they had been when I drove these streets on Christmas Eve as I was taking Grayson to dad's house and thinking I would be spending the holidays alone. It was amazing to me how I managed to escape the sad, bleak Christmas that I had been anticipating at that point, and yet still somehow managed to come away feeling just as lonely.

And it was amazing to me that I ever let myself think that raising a child with Chris Evans wouldn't be emotionally draining as long as we weren't in a relationship. At this point, it seemed to just make things harder, but I knew that one day both of them would thank me for the sacrifice I was making right now.

I knew that it was the right decision for all three of us and one little slip up, one lapse in judgment and will power, wouldn't derail all the hard work that Chris and I had put in to co-parenting our son.

Or, at least, I hoped with all my heart that it wouldn't.

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans x ofc #once bitten twice shy

[lesbean-zelda]

introducing, Keeping Up With the Links AU

ok it’s probably not exactly as you think but I made a fun modern/family AU with some Links and stuff!! mostly because modern AUs are fun and I’m always craving the Links being happy and having families!! now there are some Links I haven’t done yet, mainly Skyward Sword Link and his fiancée Zelda (and their baby Fi!) and some that I just don’t know how to place into the AU... the Zeldas and stuff are kinda separate so I’ll think about that later....

anyway, here’s what I call the ranch household!

I’ll introduce them in order from left to right!

Palon, Twilight Princess Link, 15 years old: (yes, I know his name means big stick in Spanish, yes it is intentional) Named in the according to the naming scheme used for his grandfather Talon and his mother Malon, he hates his real name and prefers to be called Twilight instead (Twi for short). He’s the generic angsty teen at 15 years old, even though his parents support him unconditionally he believes that nobody, except for one of the ranch’s horses truly understands him. Even though he does enjoy hard music and dresses in an edgy way, he’s really a country boy at heart. He is Timeos’ and Malon’s biological child, and their firstborn

Timeos, Ocarina of Time Link, 40 years old: Timeos is the father of the family, he loves his kids more than anything. He says he used to be quite adventurous in his teenage years, but ended up settling down quite soon after with Malon. His childhood wasn’t the kindest to him, so he is determined to give his kids the best he can do, though he sometimes has a hard time understanding their emotions. He mostly works around on the ranch, and in his free time he enjoys fishing and grilling, you know, the generic dad stuff.

Malon, Ocarina of Time Malon, 40 years old: Malon was born on the ranch her family now lives on, and she’s a kindhearted mother. She loves horses and singing, and is a wonderful cook! she is always there to listen to her kids, but when it comes to work on the ranch she can be quite lazy. Malon was friends with Ilmar’ and Aryll’s parents before their death, so when their grandmother could no longer take care of them, she happily took them in as her own. On the weekends, she offers horse riding lessons!

Ilmar, Wind Waker Link, 7 years old: Ilmar is the adopted son of the family. His and Aryll’s parents died when they both were too young to fully understand what had happened. They were taken care of by their grandmother until she got ill due to her age and could no longer take care of the two. Ilmar is an adventurous boy who loves the ocean, having lived by the beach before moving to the ranch. He dreams of being a pirate when he grows up, and loves reading stories about them.

Aryll, Wind Waker Aryll (duh), 5 years old: Aryll is the adopted daughter of the family, and Ilmar’s biological sister. She follows her older brother everywhere and tries to mimic everything he does. Like Ilmar, Aryll loves the sea, but more than that she loves birds! Malon always has to have seeds or breadcrumbs in her purse when going out anywhere, just so Aryll can feed the birds they pass by. Because of this, the birds around town have grown to know her and fly around her begging for food when she’s around. She’s even gotten to hug the birds, which Malon wasn’t too happy about not knowing where they’ve been..

Valon, Breath of the Wild Link, 2 years old: Timeos’ and Malon’s second biological child. Valon, too was named in the same vein as his eldest brother. Valon is still a toddler, so not much can be said about him yet, other than that he will put anything and everything in his mouth and that he heavily dislikes wearing pants. Even though he is already 2 years old, he has not said his first words yet. Doctors told Timeos and Malon that he will likely remain non-verbal, but will find other ways to communicate.

then..! a not very canon (in AU) name to call them, but I call them the downfall bros!

again, I will introduce them from left to right!

Ravio, a Link Between Worlds Ravio (again, duh), 14 years old: Ravio is the twin brother of Arthur and the younger brother of Reid. He is very talkative and always thinking of sneaky ways to earn a bit of money. He really enjoys cute stuff like bunnies! He and Arthur are identical twins, so to differentiate himself more from his brother, he dyed his hair a dark colour with the help of Reid. Ravio tends to steal Reid’s old CDs, and sell them to Twi. He doesn’t listen to them himself though, because he is scared of the screaming in death metal.

Arthur, a Link Between Worlds Link, 14 years old: Arthur, is short for Art, which is the nickname he most often goes by because of his love for drawing. he is a quiet kid, quite the opposite to his twin brother. He has no idea how to dress himself, which Reid often picks on him for. He enjoys drawing, and is very interested in street art and graffiti. Though, he is too scared to try it out for himself as usually that requires doing something that isn’t allowed.

Reid, a Link to the Past, Link’s Awakening, Oracle games Link, 20 years old: Reid is the older brother of Ravio and Arthur. Their parents are often away on work related trips, so the twins get dumped on him to babysit. Reid enjoys exploring abandoned and scary places, such as caves and “haunted” houses. He says he doesn’t take his brothers with him on these adventures because they’d be too scared because they’re such wussies, which is partially true, but really he just worries for their safety, as these places can be unstable. Reid has a large social media following, but not for the content of him exploring scary places. His following is mostly there due to his alternative style and a few one-off videos of him lip-syncing to music he likes. Reid often changes his hair-colour between pink, his natural colour, and his natural colour with pink stripes. His constant teasing of the twins aside, he truly loves his brothers. 

#keeping up with the links au #kuwtl for short?? #the legend of zelda #link #zelda #tloz #alternate universe #ocarina of time #twilight princess #wind waker #breath of the wild #a link between worlds #a link to the past #tloz au

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Death Does Not Discriminate Between The Sinners And The Saints

It Takes And It Takes And It Takes

Part 2

Tony Stark x Male Demon Reader

Word Count: 3609

@charliedakotariley I hope this is all you wanted in your original request. Sorry I took so long to get to the actual stuff you put in your request. I hope you enjoy this!

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Y/n didn't know what was going on. One moment he had been fighting Thanos's forces in Wakanda, the next, everything was getting weird. Enemies were turning to dust all around him. Worse than that, so were some of his allies.

It was bad enough that he had been separated from Tony, but now he wasn't sure if he would ever see him again. Who ever had done this was going to regret it if Tony was dead.

Y/n took a step, but before his foot even connected with the ground he was gone.

The next thing he knew he was waking up in the fields outside the city, alongside all the others. Everyone was pretty much in panic mode until a man with a deep red cloak started floating and took control.

Apparently they had been gone for five years, but more than that, there was an even bigger battle ahead of them than the one that they had just been in.

The floating guy did some odd form of magic that opened up a portal into another place. Y/n knew that then was not the time, but he felt himself go all giddy at the thought of real magic! Maybe after all this he could learn some!

The floating guy had introduced himself at some point, Y/n was sure, but he hadn't caught it and now didn't really seem like the time, so he just mentally dubbed him 'Floating Man' and moved on.

Then they were all rushing into battle, and Floating Man was not wrong. It was brutal, but Y/n couldn't help but feel he was in the wrong place. There was somewhere he needed to be, a tug inside that was pulling almost to the point of pain.

Y/n growled and dropped his perception filter, it was just draining him and he had more important things to worry about. He used the pause in onslaught to do a spin that sent a large swathe of enemies flying. Thank God for his tail, he had missed being able to give his all in battle.

In the space he had just given himself, he spun slower, looking for where it was he needed to go.

Y/n knew immediately exactly where he was meant to be. Tony was about to tackle Thanos.

Y/n smashed his tail as hard as he could into the ground and using the momentum of the shockwave caused by it, he leapt over the battlefield.

His eyes widened in horror as he watched Tony sass the mad titan. He had those damned infinity stones just about in place on his Iron Man glove. He would die if he tried to use them!

Y/n slammed into Tony at full force and wrapped himself around the stupid self-sacrificing genius just as he snapped his fingers. The energy coursed through the two beings and Y/n could feel it trying to overcome them. He knew there was a price for holding such power, but he wasn't about to let Tony pay it on his own.

He held on tighter and let out a roar, forcing himself to hold on and not be torn apart by the power of the stones.

"Don't you dare give up on me Tony! We'll go out of this world together or not at all, do you understand me?"

And then it was over. Thanos's armies were defeated, turned to dust, as was the mad titan himself.

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It had been five years since the Avengers had managed to bring everyone back and Y/n still couldn't believe how lucky he had been. If he had been even just a second later in getting to Tony, he might not have made it.

As it was his heart had taken some serious damage, and Y/n hadn't come out of it scot-free either. He had aged noticeably.

Where he had looked near his mid twenties for centuries, he now looked to be closer to forty than thirty, but he would never consider the alternative. What were a few hundred years to him when he would get to wake up in Tony's arms because of his actions.

But he could no longer ignore the thing that had been bothering him for the last ten or so years. Tony was getting older. And, ignoring magical space stones and stupid ideas, Y/n was not.

Every morning Y/n could see more differences. Tony was aging, and normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, after all, it means that he's alive to have the chance to age, but it was becoming more apparent as the days passed, and Y/n couldn't help but realise that one day in the not so distant future he was going to be without Tony once again. Forever this time.

Everyday as he noticed the changes in Tony, Y/n became a little quieter, a little more withdrawn. He didn't want to waste the time he had left with Tony, but the spectre of death was looming ever nearer, and this time there was no other realm to break into to solve the problem.

Y/n had felt a momentary surge of hope when he remembered the gift the Queen of Asgard had promised him, but that was extinguished when he remembered what had happened to Asgard.

The sinking in his chest was getting worse. There was a pain that was consistent, a deep thrum inside that wouldn't go away. Whenever he thought about the future, or Tony dying it came back. He could sometimes forget about what was coming, but he would inevitably be reminded and the pain would resurface.

Y/n thought fleetingly of his more carefree days, when all he wanted was to cause as much chaos as he could, and he could just swan away from it without a backward glance. Tony had made him so much more than that, without even trying. He had made him feel things and there wasn't a day that went by when Y/n could bring himself to regret meeting Tony.

But that sweet joy and love was now soured by the passage of time, and Y/n wasn't sure how much more he could take.

How could the mix of love and time bring so much pain and joy. Why could he not just have the joy, why did the pain have to come with it?

Y/n was standing in their kitchen when it happened. He was hit with a wave of pain so deep he buckled at the feeling. He had just taken another message from Tony's doctor about not putting too much strain on his heart, and he couldn't help the hopeless feeling washing over him.

He could feel time slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do to slow it down.

His heart gave a particularly hard thump as his emotions got the better of him.

Y/n felt a searing pain starting in his chest that was physical rather than the almost unbearable emotional pain he had been dealing with. He gasped as tears dripped down his face. He only noticed when a hissing noise came from the ground by his feet, that the tears weren't the normal salty water, but actual lava.

It clicked suddenly, what was happening to him, but Y/n couldn't think through the fugue of his feelings. He had heard of it in stories but never seen it in person. Demons don't normally fall in love, so they aren't affected by things like the deep depression of watching someone you love die when there isn't anything you can do.

The thing is, demon's hearts are literally made of super heated volcanic rock. Demons were never made to deal with such strong emotions, so when a demons heart breaks, it happens literally. Lava erupts from anywhere it can force it's way out, then it starts to break down the rest of the body. As far as the stories are concerned, there might be a way to save them before they have broken down entirely, but no-one had managed it yet.

The stories hadn't prepared Y/n for the pain, but after so long only feeling hopelessness and despair, Y/n welcomed this new pain. Finally, something had come to save him from the eternity that was a future without Tony.

He could feel the lava in the burnt out husk that used to be his heart flare brighter as another wave of heat seared through him. The lava was actually burning away the blood that had been running through his veins.

Y/n had to get out of there. He couldn't do anything about the trails of melted stone that his tears were leaving behind, but he couldn't let Tony see this.

He would be with him again in their next life.

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Tony was starting to worry. He had been sticking a bit closer to Y/n lately because he had noticed the other man acting strangely. He seemed more and more sad as the days went by. This was something that Tony had needed to keep an eye on. He didn't want to lose Y/n to something that he could help to fix.

He hadn't thought much of it when the other man had rushed out of the room to grab the phone when it rang that morning, but it had been a while since then and Y/n hadn't come back yet.

He heaved himself off of the couch and groaned at the distance.

"God, it's a long way up these days."

He had only taken half a step in the direction his wayward husband had gone when Friday alerted him to a news broadcast of unusual activity on one of the islands off the coast closest to where they were at the moment.

He watched in disbelief as the news caster reported a seeming impossibility. The island was apparently home to a volcano, which was erupting. It was pure luck that it was an uninhabited island, but there would be far reaching results of the eruption.

Tony turned up the volume with a flick of his wrist.

"This is particularly baffling for scientists everywhere as this island has never been on anyone's radar for volcanic activity. Apparently this is just another case of nature getting the better of our understanding of science, which will have our scientists scratching their heads for decades. We have managed to get some footage of the eruption from a distance, and it is a truly harrowing sight."

Tony was transfixed. It really was awe inspiring to see something like that right in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation. There was no way that it was a coincidence that his literal demon husband was missing right as this was happening, right?

"Y/n?"

Tony made his way into the kitchen, calling out for this husband at the same time. He was getting really worried now, but was trying to calm himself. Everything was probably fine.

Tony tripped over something and landed sprawled on the ground. He looked around to find the offending item, but was met with the sight of their kitchen floor melted in a trail that led right out of the room.

Tony followed it with mounting fear. It led out their front door. After that the trail got further apart the further away from the house it got.

Tony swore as he summoned his suit. He hated being right.

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Tony was starting to think that fate hated him. Okay, to be fair he couldn't fault fate for sending him Y/n, but the demon could be the biggest drama king. Yes, Tony was aware that that was kind of like the pot calling the kettle black, but that didn't change the fact that it was true.

He was circling the island now, because of course the trail of fire and melted ground had led him there.

Tony let out another string of expletives as he flew close enough to land.

The island looked like what Tony though hell would look like. There were puddles of lava everywhere, and anything that wasn't a melted pile of rock was on fire or long ago burnt to ash. Tony was sweating in his suit, but he also knew that taking it off, even just the head piece, would be a death sentence.

"Y/N!"

He yelled as loud as he could, which, with the suit already amplifying his voice, was pretty loud.

There was movement from something off to his left.

Tony shifted to face it and was confronted with a sight that broke his heart. His sweet husband, always so concerned for Tony, was clearly breaking apart.

He had burn tracks down his cheeks where his skin hadn't been strong enough to withstand the lava. Y/n looked every bit the demon he had been when he first showed Tony what he was. He must have dropped the perception field once again, because Tony could see all of his demonic features. The horns which had once been shiny and sharp enough to gore even super soldiers, were now dull and flaking, just as broken as the man they were attached to.

Tony could see Y/n's chest glowing with the reds and oranges of fresh lava from where he stood.

Tony was frozen. He didn't know what he could do to fix this. But there had to be hope still, Y/n had recognised his voice even if he might not have understood the word.

"Stay there! I'll be right back. We're going to fix this, don't give up on me yet Y/n!"

After some quick thinking, Tony managed to concoct a plan that was only semi-crazy.

He flew as fast as he could in a tight circle just close enough to the ocean to encourage some of the water to form into a whirlwind of water and air. Once he had enough (he hoped), he sent it flying in the direction of his husband and the island.

He stood back and watched, sick fear pooling in his stomach as he saw the water hit. There was intense hissing and a fog filled the air in response to the water coming into contact with such a hot substance.

Tony couldn't wait any longer, so he landed as close as he could get to the place Y/n had been standing.

He found him laying in a puddle of water staring up into the fog. Tony removed the suit's head piece and both gauntlets, discarding them without a second thought.

He reached out to Y/n with shaking hands.

"What were you doing? What happened?"

Y/n turned deadened eyes on Tony.

"Time is a cruel Master who we must all answer to."

Tony had no idea what to do with that, but he really didn't like the look in Y/n's eyes.

"Yeah, but not today. You see that bastard, you kick his ass, you hear me?"

That got a tiny spark of life back into Y/n's eyes.

"Tony? How?"

Tony could have sobbed in relief. Y/n was coming back to him.

"Hey babe, I should be asking you that."

Tony pulled Y/n up into his arms. It was awkward with him still mostly in his suit but he wasn't about to take the time to remove it. He had a husband to bring back from the brink of something he still didn't understand.

"You gonna be alright?"

Y/n just burrowed into the side of Tony's neck.

"You scared the crap outta me, Y/n/n. What was that?"

Tony let Y/n pull back just enough to be able to see him. He wasn't letting the other man out of his arms for a long time after this.

"You can't deny it Tony, time is passing. I just couldn't bear the thought that you will pass so long before I will."

Tony felt his brow crease in confusion, but he waited for his love to continue.

"As a demon I have a much longer life span as you know. When you die I will be all alone. You'll be gone, forever. How am I supposed to live without you now that I know what it's like to live with you?"

Tony felt his heart breaking for Y/n. He could understand where he was coming from, but that still didn't explain this situation. He opened his mouth to question him when Y/n continued.

"Demons don't normally feel emotions as strong as love, and the loss that comes with it. We aren't built for it. Our hearts can overload. When that happens, they literally melt inside us. I'd been told the stories, but to be honest I didn't realise there was any truth in them."

He took a shuddering breath.

"When I realised what was happening, all I could think was that I couldn't take you with me when I died from it. So I left."

Tony let out a long breath.

"Okay, there's a lot to unpack there, but a steaming crater in the middle of nowhere isn't the place to do it. Let's get you home."

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True to his word, Tony had barely let Y/n go since they got back home. He had whisked him through the kitchen with barely enough time for him to take in the ruined floor before he found himself on the couch wrapped in a blanket with Tony wrapped around that.

"Next time, tell me. Next time something is bothering you like this, let me in. There might be something I can do to help, but even if there isn't, we would still shoulder that problem together. There's nothing I would rather do, than try to help lighten the load."

Y/n vaguely registered the words. They sounded familiar to some distant corner of his mind, but he was still feeling pretty numb.

"Together, or not at all," Y/n echoed his words from that long ago battle.

He was rewarded by a soft squeeze from his husband.

"Exactly. Now, before you get all mopey again, there's a message from someone in New Asgard on the machine."

Y/n's head snapped up. There was no way it could be related to this.

He turned to Tony, feeling hope well up in his heart.

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In the years since Valkyrie had become ruler of New Asgard, the kingdom had flourished. Perhaps their greatest feat had been the resurgence of magic in their peoples. Battle prowess had been the sought after trait for centuries on Asgard, but now they were on a planet that wasn't capable of inter-realm travel. There was nowhere to go and fight monsters to prove their worth.

Once they realised that their new ruler was trying to bring them back to their former glory instead of just making sure that they survived, they began to take charge of their own lives. They dusted off old tomes of magic that had somehow found their way into the belongings people had managed to bring with them, and soon the vast majority of them were once again using magic.

The reason this had been their saving grace, was because a young woman, a descendant of Idunn, had been playing around with her magic and followed a strange magical signature.

What she had found had brought the people of New Asgard hope. Hope that they could once again be great. She had found a single golden apple, buried in the wreckage of the Avengers compound. It had been protected by a spell strong enough to save it from the battle of Thanos, as well as the passage of time.

A note had been rolled up and stuffed into the box with it.

"Man of Iron,

The Queen of Asgard has bequeathed the enclosed item to you upon the occasion of her death. You are receiving it now, due only to the petty revenge it is to give such a boon to a human. Be grateful it is more pleasing to me to disobey the All-Father than to seek revenge on you for your part in my imprisonment on Asgard.

Loki, Ruler of Asgard."

The young woman had immediately taken the box, note and all, to Valkyrie. The decision would ultimately be up to her of what to do with it.

Valkyrie had decided that the needs of her people could be served at the same time as fulfilling the late Queens last wishes. It would just take a little longer to get it to Stark.

They had used the seeds to re-grow Idunn's orchard of golden apples. The Aesir would be able to retain their long life after all. Now that they had an entire orchard, they had enough for their people as well as fulfilling Queen Frigga's last wish that Tony Stark be granted the long life of an Aesir.

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When Y/n and Tony arrived in New Asgard they were amazed at the transformation the previously small fishing village had gone through. Y/n smiled at the area. It would never be the same as what they had lost, but they had the opportunity to build themselves a new future and they had taken it with both hands.

Y/n stood in the orchard, tears running down his face as he held out a single golden apple to his husband.

Tony had been unsure when Valkyrie had explained about the apples, how they were the source of the Aesir's long life and more sturdy bodies.

He hadn't known how he would feel about living a longer life than all the other people he knew, but as he stood in front of Y/n, looking at the life he was offering him, he realised he would never choose anything else. As long as he had Y/n he could survive anything.

He stepped forward and accepted the apple.

#Tony Stark x male reader #iron man x male reader #male reader #death does not discriminate between the sinners and the saints

[insufferablelust]

mgg request: snuggling on the couch and getting bored. so u start playing with fingers, and then u just decide to suck them. u feel him slowly start to grow hard, so u suck harder and grind into him. next thing u know u are straddling his thigh. he makes u get off on his thigh a few times before he will let u ride him. once u start riding him he switches the hand from ur mouth to ur clit, thinking youre done sucking his fingers. however u grab his other hand and start sucking. im a WHORE (SORRY)

what do you do when one of your fav person in the whole world send a blurb idea? you give them your all of course, seriously i went into town for this one and i hope you like it love! shsjsk as always thank you for requesting and being my fellow mgg whore! enjoy!

WARNINGS : um.. SMUT! filthy detailed smut, its literally pwp, oral fixations, daddy kink, name callings (degradation), condescension, orgasm control, over stimulation, thigh riding, Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, mention of wedding, slight breeding kink, mention of exhibitionism, just whole lotta filth y’all no joke, mgg got me feel some type of ways by that i mean constantly whoreknee.

MASTERLIST OF ALL MY WORK.

It was a particularly sunny day, right from the moment you woke up this morning, you could feel how terribly hot it was but you quickly diverted your thoughts as soon as your eyes landed on the sleeping figure next to you, and you instantly felt the need to grip your pillow tighter, biting your lip at the sight.

Quarantine days is both a blessing and a curse for you and Matthew, the amount of time you get to spend together pleased you both to no end, the endless talk about certain things, the late night food deliveries, cooking together, even making stuffed animals together which is one of your favorite things to do with him because you love them cuties so much. But what’s so great about quarantine is of course the sex, the endless amount of sex all over the house, You’ve done it in the shower, bedroom, kitchen counter, dining table, on your living room, even the car multiple times after grocery runs— time doesn’t really matter either, it could be at night, mornings, afternoons, even god damn 3 am. If Matthew is up for it then i’m up for it, the same goes for Matthew too, if You’re up for it then he’s there in an instant. So lets just say that you’ve been needy all the time.

There he was, laying down on our bed, with only a flimsy boxer that barely covers half of his thighs— the sweat glisten across his chest and you can see the purplish marks you’ve managed to gave them last night are still prominent, the longer you’re looking at him, the more you want to wake him up and just fuck like rabbits all day.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Matthew chuckled as he opened his eyes to meet yours, licking his lips and press his palm on top of your cheeks . “Good morning too creepy stalker, how long have you been awake?” he said as he caressed your skin gently, you can feel his thumb pressing over your soft skin.

Before you were about to answer, your eyes catches a glimpse of his long fingers— now Y/n has always been fascinated with his fingers, there’s just something about it that gets her going, the memories of what it can do always floods her thoughts, like that one time where he fingered her in the middle of his annual family dinner, or that one time he had to make sure you were stayed quiet where he fucks you on a trailer with his cast mates all around, or the random times when he choke you, or stuff his fingers down your throat, or curled them up inside your cunt, everything about that man— your man is perfect down to the last detail.

“Someone’s thinking about something hm? care to share baby?” He keeps his thumb on the edge of your lips knowing damn well that if it inch closer upwards, you’ll surely suckle on the digits— and he won’t have that, not yet.

“definitely not thinking about you old man...” now that, that pushes his buttons like nothing else, your age gap is something very.. peculiar about you two, not far enough that its illegal but far enough for people to raise an eyebrow when they found out— not that you care about stereotypes, neither does he, you both love each other and you’re not breaking any law that’s enough. It even fuels up your relationship, makes everything much hotter, when it feels slightly wrong in the eyes of others.

“ah.. so if i push my fingers down your pretty little cunt, i won’t find you soaked through for me?” she clenched her walls around nothing at that, feeling her wetness dampening the small panties she’s wearing— god she wants him right now but its so good to push his buttons like this. So you rolled your eyes at him, sticking your tongue out before getting up and went to the shower.

You expected him to come chase you, but to your half disappointment half excitement— he went downstairs, sitting on the couch, and enjoying his morning tea. You knew what that meant, he’s mad, mad and turned on. Perfect. After you finished showering, you went downstairs to where he’s at, dressed in one of his oversize thin sheer t-shirt with no panties or bra underneath.

You instantly straddle his hips as you sat down on his lap— directly on the bulge in his boxers before you purr in Matthew’s ear “I’m sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to be such a tease, i just! want you!” you whined, tone bratty as you huff and pout your lips.

God Matthew is a patient man, but when it comes to you looking fuckable and needing to be taught a lesson like this, he has no fucking choice but to give you one.

“You knew better than to push me like that, little girl. Such a mindless baby.” he scoffed, his tone sending warmth down your cunt and you whimpered, before grabbing his wrist to press his thumb on top of your lips and suckle on it— its both calming and exhilarating.

“you and your oral fixations, what an innocent looking baby— but you’re not aren’t you? knowing full well how to get daddy going, so you came down the stairs wearing my shirt and nothing else. Act like a big girl but when i get my hands on you, you’ll just squirm and purr like a dirty little whore.” He can’t blame you- he surely can’t blame you that you begin to grind your bare cunt on his lap as you suck his thumb harder after he said those things.

He lets out a laugh as he sees how desperate you’re for him, grinding your cunt on his thigh practically riding it, as your cute little mouth almost gag on his thumb. Perfect little thing. Your eyes shot up to see his when his fingers goes up to pinch your nipples alternating between the two, pinching and tweaking it knowing how sensitive you are.

“Mmm! daddy!” You moaned through his lips, arching your back and move your hips faster, feeling him bounce his thigh couple of times just to hear you yelp. “Here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to ride my thigh until i tell you to stop and maybe just maybe i’ll let you ride my cock, we have all day baby, this is what you’ve wanted isnt it?”

You whined out loud as your eyes brimmed with tears in clear desperation, you and Matthew have done this long enough to know that Matthew has a patience that goes on for miles. He could wait even though his cock is practically bursting, he could wait until he sees you all limp and overstimulated— and being a sensitive girl that you are, you know that you’ll be a mess once he’s done with you.

“oh and baby, you can cum whenever you want to..” He said, pressing a kiss on your forehead as he unlocked his phone and scroll down, not paying attention to where you’re literally riding his thigh and sucking on his thumb like a bitch in heat.

The dismissive attitude should offend you, but if it does anything, it riles you up even more— the way he can stay calm when you’re a mess that has come over and over again just by grinding against his thigh turns you on to no end. You continued doing as he commanded and you’ve been doing it for more than 45 minutes (you could swear its actually an hour) when he decided he’s seen enough, pulling out his thumb from your lips before using it to found your clit and give it a slap, rubbing the over sensitive button fastly. “Oh! oh Matthew! mm- ah i’m please need your cock!” Your body shake on his thighs as you let out your 5th orgasms this morning, your toes curl and your head slumped against his shoulder as he praises you “That’s it, my good girl Y/N, i love you.”

As much as you love your daddy, your Fiancé is the one who truly owns your heart and soul, so you droopily gaze your eyes at his underneath your lashes, grabbing his other hand and suckle on his other thumb earning yourself a chuckle from Gube. “Your mouth always needs something to fill it up, doesnt it kitten? greedy little thing” He shakes his head as he use his other hand to pull out his cock, you never knew that cock could be pretty until you met him, His cock always makes you want to cockwarm him all the time— the skin is veiny, its not too long but its big.. stretches you out so good that has you limping the next day, and the tip is ruddy red- pre cum spurting from the top. Fuck, you want him to pound your throat then and there.

“Shh shh, sweet girl, let me do all the work this time yeah? just suck sit pretty and suckle, be my good doll.” He whispered before pushing his cock into your warm wet tight cunt, causing you to jolt at the over sensitivity and moans out loud, “Thats it, take it little girl, being such a good girl for me.” He rasped before laying you down on the couch and pound his cock into you in a fast pace.

“You’re so tight, Y/N” at hearing that your walls clenched around him as you starting to feel the familiar tight knot on your belly, you’re so overstimulated that it doesnt take you long at all to cum all over his cock, letting out choked out whimper and sobs “That’s it, keep coming pretty girl, gonna be good and let me finish inside- fuck right?”

You nodded your head drowsily, holding onto his wrist for dear life as you get fucked with a brutal pace, his thumb falls out your mouth and you begins to whimper, “M-matthew! please”

“I know, i’m close baby, just take it a bit more yeah? cum for me one more time, Y/N c’mon” his voice is strained, signaling that he’s close. you whimpered out that “cant- cant too much!” and Matthew’s thumb instantly went to rub your clit sending you over the edge quickly. “i know you have it in you, pretty girl. come on more— fuck thats it, thats it baby good gi— Ah fuck!” You cum all over his cock, him following not long after, releasing himself inside of you, filling you up as you shake and try to catch your breath.

“I love you— so fucking much Y/N” he whispered as he begins to pull out slowly and watch the cum drip out of her cunt, making him go feral and push his cum back in. “gotta stay full okay? who knows.. maybe i can knock you up before our wedding.”

Oh.. and you thought he won’t be up for round two.

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Hey, I’d love to hear your thoughts on the boys responding to hearing “I love you” for the first time - only if you want, of course - you’re blog is awesome :)

I love this prompt (pun intended)! Super cute ask just in time for Valentine’s Day. This turned out to be an x-Reader piece; hope you don’t mind!

(Confession: The Kuwabara scenario is pretty close to how me and my boyfriend confessed to each other. He said ‘I love you’ really early and I came around slower. So that section really means a lot to me.♥ Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!

Warnings/Tags: Some light cursing. SFW. Gender neutral reader. There’s some Yukina/Kuwabara in Hiei’s section.

Hit “Keep Reading” to dive in!

KURAMA

So… Kurama knows how you feel before you drop the L-word.

He’s perceptive! And you keep looking at him askance and biting your lip all cutely, demurring from answering when he asks what’s up.

You’ve been dating for a long time, so it would make sense you’re finally about to say those three little words aloud.

He has a hunch you’re about to admit your feelings, and his hunches are usually right.

So, smarmy fox-boy that he is, he teases you about it a bit before the weeks leading up to your confession.

He’ll sort of murmur your name to get your attention, look deeply into your eyes, then say:

“I love…” [dramatic pause while you hold your breath and your eyes go wide] “... this food we’re eating right now, don’t you?”

And then he’ll act all innocent and pretend not to understand why you just choked on the food he said he loves so much.

He thinks it’s hilarious to watch your face go supernova.

Kurama is low-key an asshole, but that’s why you love him.

But when you actually do work up the nerve to tell him how you feel?

He’s not laughing anymore.

He knows this is serious for you.

He knows that saying ‘I love you’ makes you feel vulnerable, and he won’t devalue this moment by not taking it seriously.

So he doesn’t make any jokes after you say it and stand there looking at him, shaking like a leaf.

He just smiles, pulls you to him, and presses a kiss against your forehead.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your skin—and he only lets you go once he feels you relax against him, relieved to have your affections returned.

HIEI

You know that meme about “alternative responses to ‘I love you’”?

Hiei falls into multiple categories of that meme, cycling through them one by one until he lands on his final reaction.

After you say ‘I love you, he just sort of looks at you. Like, really looks at you with a blank expression on his face, like he can’t quite grasp what he just heard.

And then Hiei laughs.

It’s not a nice laugh.

It’s a throw-back-his head laugh, a harsh bark of sound that makes the hair on your neck stand up.

“You fool,” he spits. “Attachments make you vulnerable. If you’re too blinded by emotion to see that, then you’re not who I thought you were.”

And then Hiei… just kind of vanishes.

You don’t hear from him for a few days, and the hurt you feel is the kind of hurt only someone you truly care for can inflict. It’s proof of your feelings, sure, but…

You spend a lot of time in a glum or agitated mood, because while you knew Hiei wasn’t the most emotional, this wasn’t what you thought would happen when you confessed your love.

Meanwhile?

Hiei’s off training in the woods and attacking trees with 900% more ferocity than usual.

He isn’t sure why he’s in such a foul, vengeful mood at first, but the fact that he can’t get your shattered expression out of his head?

That’s... a hint, he supposes, as to the source of his ire.

Eventually he emerges from the woods and wanders around until he reaches Genkai’s temple, where he spends a good deal of his time when not in the city with you.

Yukina is there (this is part of the reason he goes there a lot, predictably).

So is Kuwabara (this is part of the reason he doesn’t go there all the time, also predictably).

They welcome Hiei into the temple like they usually do, and while Hiei normally leaves as soon as he spots Kuwabara, he allows his sister and her boyfriend to lead him inside for once.

He watches the pair of them cook dinner in silence, observing the way Yukina and Kuwabara talk and laugh with each other, and the way they wordlessly communicate as they work.

It’s… not the worst, he thinks, seeing them together. His opinion on Kuwabara has changed over the years (mostly thanks to you poking him to give Kuwabara a chance) and he knows Kuwabara would give his life for Yukina.

Kuwabara demonstrates exactly this when he opens a cabinet and a heavy pot falls out of the cupboard; Kuwabara leans over Yukina to take the brunt of the blow, sheltering her from harm.

Yukina gasps and grab’s Kuwabara’s arm, inspecting him for damage and fussing over his injury.

But Kuwabara just grins, takes her hand, and asks her if she’s OK.

“I love you,” he tells her when she scolds him for being reckless. “I didn’t want you to get hurt!”

That scene replays in Hiei’s head for a few days afterwards, looping through his head along with the image of your sweet, earnest face when you told him that you loved him.

The image of your shattered heartbreak makes a few appearances, too.

It takes a few more days after that for him to realize something.

Love hadn’t made Kuwabara weak (or any weaker, at least). In fact, love often powered Kuwabara up in fights. It gave him things to protect, a reason for fighting, a purpose for his power—

Hiei goes cold at the realization.

Attachments aren't always signs of weakness.

Attachments can be powerful.

Was he the fool, not you, for rejecting an attachment so quickly?

Hiei suspects he made a terrible error, and the moment he has this realization, he breaks into a run and rushes to your side.

He’s not sure what he’s going to do or say to you to fix things, but he is determined to do exactly that.

Only you can say whether you forgive him or not, though.

KUWABARA

So Kuwabara hasn’t been shy about his feelings for you.

Like… he hasn’t been shy AT ALL.

He sings your praises to anyone who’ll listen.

He tells you you’re gorgeous every single day.

He says he loves everything about you all the time!

It was basically love at first sight for him. (Because that’s just who he is!)

But as for you? It took you a little longer to come around.

It’s not that you disliked Kuwabara or anything.

It’s just that he came on strong and you were a little more cautious about jumping into a relationship than he was, that's all.

And he was totally cool with that!

“Hey, you don’t have to reciprocate!” he tells you when you indicate you don’t feel the same way. “I’d wait for you forever, but if you never like me back, that’s OK, too. I just want you in my life; if it’s as friends, that’s fine, too!”

Your friendship is just as valuable to him as your romantic feelings.

He’s not pushy at all despite his declarations; he’s a gentleman to the extreme, content to love you on your terms and never push for reciprocity.

But after a while, you start to look forward to seeing him.

You start to search for him in crowds, hoping to spot his shock of orange hair.

You start to miss him when he isn’t around, craving his bone-crushing hugs and booming, exuberant voice.

And then one day you see something on TV and it reminds you of him, and you start smiling to yourself as you think about him—and it hits you.

OH NO.

YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM, AREN’T YOU?

But he’s been saying he loves you for AGES… is it awkward that you’re just now ready to say it back?

You argue with yourself for days and days about what to do… but eventually you’re hanging out, and you’re listening to him be his boisterous and enthusiastic self, and it just spills out.

“KUWABARA-I-LOVE-YOU-OK!?” you blurt when he pauses for breath.

But… he doesn't react the way you think he will.

He just stares at you in silence, stunned, and you take that as a bad thing.

You get up to leave, muttering an apology as your cheeks burn, saying you’ll see him later—

His hand darts out and closes around yours.

His face is on FIRE, but he stares up at you in wonder. In awe, even. Like the clouds parted and angels started singing.

“Y-you do?!” he says, voice pitched up quite high, eyes as wide as they can go. “D-do you really? Do you mean it? Do you really love me back?!”

And you start smiling, and you start laughing and nodding, and he laughs too, and then you’re both in a puddle on the floor, arms around each other, just laughing together for the joy of it.

YUSUKE

Yusuke has been wanting to tell you how he feels about you for, uh..

Well. It’s been a long time.

You’ve been dating for a long time, and you’ve been through a lot together, and he can barely even look at you without blushing these days.

He’s been in love with you for a long while, but like hell if he’ll actually admit it.

Yusuke is NOT a mushy person, nor is he very in-touch with his feelings.

In fact, he’d rather take a sharp stick to the eye than ever admit how he feels about anyone.

But when YOU end up saying you love him FIRST, it does something to him.

He freezes. Stares at you. Blue-screens for a second.

And then he falls back on the one thing that has consistently aided him throughout his life:

Snark.

“Well damn, babe,” he drawls with a lazy grin (one that does NOT reflect how rapidly his heart is beating). “I knew I was irresistible, but if you really wanted to get laid, all you had to do was ask.”

You shriek and huff and walk off (and probably swat at his arm, though of course he dodges).

It’s only when you’ve stalked a good dozen meters away that his brain catches up with his mouth and he realizes that he’s fucked up.

Like, really fucked up.

So Yusuke curses and lurches after you and shouts, “Hey, hey, wait a freakin’ second!”

But you don’t stop walking.

You get halfway down the block with him trotting at your heels, telling you to just cool down and let him talk.

Eventually he gets in front of you and holds up his hands.

“Now, now,” he says (nervously; very nervously). “Just give me a chance to—”

NOPE. He ruined what could’ve been a cute moment and you aren’t having it, so you dart around him and keep walking with your head held high (and a tear in your eye).

His arms are around you before you get far, though.

He buries his head in your shoulder and just holds you, and finally you feel it—the way his heart is racing, thudding against your back.

“Look, I… I love you too, OK?” he mutters. “So please don’t go…”

It almost makes you giggle, seeing him blush like this.

Almost, but not quite.

You know how big of a deal it is for him to say those words, so you just hold him right back.

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