#pls note i did not say a benevolent god

[thesecretattic]

BEFORE DY-ING it won’t take me a second now to grab the med box (ove-r-dse) I’m on that level READ HOW DISTUR-BING it is parts of my face along with the body muscles too it’s SCARIER IN THE HEAD they (jaw and other parts of the face) move on their own involuntarily due to him. Swipe

It started in 2016 when I was merely 21 and ANERI VAJANI - THAT JEALOUS POSSESSIVE EX gained a foothold just like the devil in OUR LIVES in the same year 2016 which klld other ppl too then it got worse in 2020 after her 5th March “Domination.” My brain’s 🧠 swelling my forehead bulges our from the front had to use the brain emoticon to grab ppl’s attention to this cuz it’s a SERIOUS MATTER ⚠️ no medical help I have no one I was somehow dragging through life SHE RUINED ME AND SHE is HOLDING HIM CAPTIVE SINCE 10 YEARS. He got my texts yet she’s emotionally blackmailing him.

READ HER BEAST POST it suits her, she wears his glasses and makes his expressions she’s the one who’s obsessed with him. Entertain such cheapos (she’s just a female version of those typical roadside Romeos whom we ignore) and they’ll be stuck like bubblegum for life. She was opportunistic and cheap i met him at 18 and yet she got to LIVE WITH HIM SECRETLY without even marrying him since she was 20 (she’s minimum 2 yrs older) she got his youth his best years and no one meets at this age I’ve live all my youth alone. She had my luck (read my LUCK post too u jealous women sitting there screaming yeah all of you read that and that other WISH post too) she became the world’s luckiest girl with my luck my guy and my things… she got to live with him she got to live my dream spend all ur youth almost ur childhood years ur early adulthood with him. She wasn’t even his gf and she was staying at Malad and Navsari house FROM BEHIND. He lied to me.

I have to there’s nothing for me pls read this and yesteday night’s 5 posts (Devil’s ‼️ proof, Su-cde Note, Luck 🍀 one & Wish come true✨post)

I can’t express how much I love you nor can I use the heart emoji after she has used it hence 😘I’m using this bye forever Harsh. All under part 1 SU-CDE note has the reasons and explains Aditya and Matthew’s deaths in details (as to who klld them or how they died the REAL REASON) + Cinderella Signs (don’t go on the name very imp) + Do find the ”ALL IN ONE POST PROOF” or Beast post (Latest one) & Matthew’s Evidence post

#adityasinghrajputdeath #matthewperry #mentalhealth #OCD #harshrajput #adityasinghrajput

Read this S note has a detailed summary and then the other remaining posts

I can’t express how much I love you nor can I use the heart emoji after she has used it hence 😘 I’m using this bye forever Harsh.

HE COULD HAVE SAVED ADITYA, MATTHEW AND ME he was given a benefit of doubt and ample of time by God (the benevolent being from that world ref. China Doll which is based on true events) but he wasted it again with Aneri. I haven’t shared some HUGE SIGNS which were shocking they were in his favour even in the Pandemic days when I was getting more tortured read about that n he inspite of knowing everything was posing with her for PUBLICITY after making love to her in HOTELS I was dy-ing in pain as a virgin I needed love or at least some concern/care. I wasn’t aware of her… obviously read ahead. The signs were shocking enough for me too, he could’ve used them and saved all THREE LIVES he could’ve left her I’m sorry I had to say that but he had the benefit of doubt God (from my world read that China doll) DID MIRACLES and he in fact lied to me to keep me alive and save his as* but he didn’t use it, and ppl died he had time and that “benefit of doubt” the signs were such that anyone would’ve believed them I would’ve showed you if anyone would’ve met me.

All under part 1 SU-CDE note has the reasons and explains Aditya and Matthew’s deaths in details (as in who klld them or how they died the REAL REASON) + Cinderella Signs (don’t go on the name very imp) + Do find the ”ALL IN ONE POST PROOF” or Beast post (Latest one) & Matthew’s Evidence post

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Little Weapons

Oh no.

Remember this pretty fadeout, which shows the egg superimposed over Rayla?

I had a galaxy brain Tiadrin idea last night, and I guess I was still thinking about it this morning, because I remembered this shot, and two other scenes, and tied them together. See what you think of this angst:

Tiadrin's idea when trying to spare Zym's life is to tell Viren that the baby is a weapon, so he should spare it.

That story gets passed to Claudia

but Rayla stands up for the egg's personhood.

Claudia still wants it

and Rayla protests again

that the egg has a mother, and it needs to go back to her.

Rayla is the egg. She never asked to be made a weapon. She just wants her mom. But what if her mom created her as a weapon from the very start? Loved and adored her, yes, but still gave her over to the most focused assassin in the Silvergrove to train her for the role she was meant to play, as Xadia's most deadly weapon.

That baby-weapon idea came to Tiadrin real quick. Maybe it wasn't the first time she'd had it.

#tdp #tdp angst #tiadrin #rayla #claudia #viren #callum #ezran #runaan #moonfam #moonfam angst #holy cats this is Sad #am i feeling more violet evergarden vibes yes i am #tiadrin my god woman #impressive and alarming #if she legit had rayla on purpose for weapon reasons i will perish #god tier momming #pls note i did not say a benevolent god

[ddarker-dreams]

I absolutely loving it here! So many crumbs and i am living!!!! But i must say off all ur priceless pieces Zhongli and his god darling is my fav🥺 pls throw some more crumbs don't be shy (❁´◡`❁) -(🌼) now🍮?

i’m glad that you’re enjoying your time !!! i can give lots more information on the first contract universe! i have a ton of notes/a character sheet for darling to use for reference. i wasn’t sure exactly where to file it under if i were to ever post it, but this gives me the perfect excuse >: ) here are some various tidbits! switching over to proper punctuation ...

Etymology

Since the names for the Archons often coincide with the names of demons from Ars Goetia, I decided to make one of [First]’s names (ascribed by mortals), Vephar. As described by Wikipedia (this isn’t a college essay so yes I will be using Wikipedia and no one can stop me), 

“Vepar (also Separ, Vephar) is a strong Great Duke of Hell, and rules twenty-nine legions of demons. He governs the waters and guides armoured ships laden with ammunition and weapons; he can also make, if requested, the sea rough and stormy, and to appear full of ships. Vepar can make men die in three days by putrefying sores and wounds, causing worms to breed in them, but if requested by the conjurer he can heal them immediately. Vepar is depicted as a mermaid.”

This felt fitting, as darling is the God of Sand! Which leads into the next tidbit... 

Titles

God darling is called many things by the people of Liyue. They’re known as: Vephar, The God of Sand, The God of Love, and The Starry-Eyed (Maiden/Bachelor/Lover). They are only known as [First] to the Adepti and Rex Lapis. 

History

The fact eroded away with time, but God darling used to be known for their abilities in blacksmith/artisan work, specifically how they would create works of art with glass. This is what led Rex Lapis to them in the first place. They were a god without any interest in Celestia’s throne and the Archon War, who preferred the company of mortals. [First] and their people occupied the land known today as Yaoguang Shoal. 

[First] was beloved by the mortals under their care for their benevolence and work ethic. They taught humans how to forge glass from sand, acted as a mediatory when the scattered community had conflicts, and could frequently be seen walking the shoreline lost in thought. However, when approached by one of their people, the forlorn expression shifted to joy. There was no doubting the love [First] held in their heart for those under their care.

While they were a pacifist at heart, [First] was capable with a polearm. In poetry (commissioned by Zhongli in secret), [First]’s fighting style was described as “A dance fluid as the waters of Qingce”. Rex Lapis fought with strength and crushing power, they fought with grace and agility on the battlefield.

Lore

The descendants of those whose ancestor’s lived near Yaoguang Shoal preserved stories of their god. One such superstition is that before you should confess to your beloved, it is vital to search the beach’s shore until you find an entirely intact seashell. If you cannot find one, they believed that meant Vephar was against the union, and thus would not give their vital blessing. This could be remedied by searching every day until you found a perfectly whole seashell. The greatest find — a pearl — was said to be placed their as a blessing from Vephar themselves. These couples were described as having long-lasting bloodlines that carry on to this day. 

As such, pearls are a popular piece of jewelry with Vephar’s people. It symbolizes longevity and requited love to their people. 

There was a story, once written on scrolls that have all been mysteriously burnt or destroyed, that detailed Rex Lapis searching for an intact seashell every morning and every night when the tides would change. However, he was never able to find one that met the necessary requirements. Everything he uncovered was shattered and incomplete. Did that mean he was destined for his love to be unrequited forever? The tale had ended in one or two ways in its various iterations, preserved through oral retellings in secret. 

One where Rex Lapis was damned, to wander the shorelines forever, unable to ever rectify his doomed love. In the other, he gathered shards and fragments of shells. Uncaring of the jagged edges not meant to be together, he would slave over his work day and night, until he himself created a whole seashell for his love to be blessed. 

The people of Liyue were warned that recounting this story was “cursed”, but whether or not there is truth to this claim is unknown. It is said that grave misfortune would befall anyone who tried to transcribe it permanently onto parchment. 

“What is it with mortals and their fixation on spinning far-fetched tales?” 

“Hm, I do not understand why it troubles you so. I for one find this story most delightful.” 

“You look quite pleased with yourself.” 

“Can you fault me?” 

i’m not sure how interesting this stuff is but i decided to go ahead and share it anyway yhrjtkemgr i have some more specific lore relating to god darling and zhongli, but this is a good way to start scraping the surface ... 

#zhongli x reader #yandere #first contract #answered #🍮 anon

[cupsofsuga]

How would the yandere boys react to... a screaming and panicking Y/N that's running away from a cockroach in the kitchen? XD (Your writing is such a joy to read omg blesss 😍✨)

A BUG!  ━ YANDERE BTS REACTION*:･。.

WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

Thank you for requesting, my everything!

P.S this reaction is very cute, unlike some of my other reactions. I’ve traveled outside my comfort zone writing this as well as embracing my love for cottagecore!

KIM SEOKJIN

━━━ Tea humming from the kettle, the sizzling of eggs from the pan, and the soft chirping of birds who have awoken just outside the window. Mornings like these spent inhaling the scent of breakfast and watching the sun slowly rise into the sky were seraphic and tranquil. You swayed along to the distorted radio sitting across the kitchen, just before noticing some sort of… brown figure stirring in the corner of your eyes. You glanced to where the sudden movement came from, processing what the antennas and the legs signified and then yelped in shock.

Calming down from the state of alarm, you cautiously stepped towards the bug, confirming him harmless and picking him up in your hands. His antennas tickled your palm, making you giggle, right before a loud, booming echo of rushing footsteps grew louder and louder until they reached the kitchen. Jin stood in the archway, chest heaving, eyebrows furrowed and frantic eyes eyeing you for any sort of injury. It wasn’t until he saw your smile when he managed to reach tranquility, but rose into a state of sheer panic when you showed him the disgusting insect in your delicate palms.

“Y/N!!! What the hell are you doing!? You can’t just pick up these sick creatures! What if it bit you!? What if it gave you some sort of… deadly disease!? Jesus Christ, let it go!! Ew!!!”

MIN YOONGI

━━━ You tug gently on the locket of your necklace, fumbling with the heart-shaped charm that Yoongi gifted you. A book is in your hands, spread out on your hand as you read word-for-word, taking in each letter like it’s rain after years of sunny weather. Although the area is isolated, you have mastered tranquility sitting on the kitchen counter. You have soothed down from the stress of school/work and can finally feel relaxed on this hot, spring afternoon. 

As you’re reading, in the corner of your eye you see something dark, moving. You then cry out seeing those legs crawl toward you, curling up on the counter. You watch with disgust before you see a distressed Yoongi race into the kitchen. Doe eyes enlarged, tears on his cheeks, heavy breathes pouring out of his mouth as he frantically asks you “what happened!?” You point to the insect before you hear a loud squash! The cockroach crumbles under his shoe while you cringe. The brunette is quick to check you of any injuries while you coo at him. He’s far too concerned for something as small as an insect, and he blushes, tells you to shut up, then proceeds to pamper you for the remainder of the day.

“Oh, Aphrodite/Aether,did it hurt you…!? Ah, Y/N… Shut up! I was really worried!! I thought it could’ve bit you, or something… Come here, please, my god/goddess… It hurts me seeing you so frightened…”

JUNG HOSEOK

━━━ Basket of fresh eggs sits on the countertop, the white kitty of your sat there, too. You move your hands down her back, relishing in the way she purrs so benevolently. You coo at the feline, silently giggling at the way she rubs her cheek against your arm. You must tend to the garden before noon rolls around, and plan on letting your cat follow along, as she does lionize spending time with her owner. Letting go of blue light and embracing sunlight was a decision you’ll never regret.

You begin taking care of the eggs and placing them in their respected places inside of the fridge, turning to take care of the empty basket when you notice your feline poking at something with her paw. You awe at her cuteness, before glancing past your kitty to see a cockroach crawl against the countertop. You yelp in shock, causing Hoseok to wake up in a cold sweat, then laughing at yourself over the fear of something as small as a bug. Hoseok bursts into the kitchen, pajamas still on and hair tousled, moving closer to you. He’s visibly startled after hearing you cry out, but then shrieks once seeing the bug, inching backward. You tell him to not be afraid, and that even the kitty showed no fear, but that wasn’t enough to calm the timid boy. Hoseok needed you away from the insect, then to embrace and comfort him of his fears, and he needs it now!!

“Y/N! Kill it!! Kill it, please!! Please…!! No! Don’t touch it!! Don’t let it hurt me, please…!! Pl-Please protect me…”

KIM NAMJOON

━━━ Shakespeare in his hands, Namjoon reads for you in that honeyed tone you adore so much. You mix the batter for the chocolate-chip cookies, stealing a glance to admire your boyfriend sitting on the counter. His skin blessed of an angel’s kiss, voice laced with the petals of a rose and a heart, suffering from a few cracks, is scattered with remnants of stardust. You love him and his delicate soul, and god does he love you just as much. Eyes resembling a glorious explosion of constellations across the midnight sky, touch that holds the delicacy of a greek goddess, a soul that contains the sweetness of cherry cola, but enough darkness to cause hurricanes to quiver. You are an enigma, a brilliant mystery with a heart of gold.

Lana Del Rey echoes quietly from the radio in the counter as you two spend this August afternoon in complete bliss. You feel a sudden tickle at your finger which was rested on the bowl and then question, what’s this? You turn the bowl, only to see a cockroach, about the size of your palm not even a centimeter away from your finger. You scream, shuffling backward as you cringe in disgust. The book Namjoon was once holding falls from his hands as he feels the earth begin to crumble around him. What’s wrong? What has happened? You scream “cockroach!” like you’re the helpless victim in a slasher movie and point to the creature. Namjoon springs into actions, letting the bug into his palms and taking it back outside where he belongs. Then, he enters indoors and proceeds to calm and console you of your worries, marveling when you bless him with your godly embrace.

“Oh, Y/N~. It’s ok, it’s only a bug… How adorable you are to be scared of something as small as a cockroach, heh… But, are you ok now? Do you want me to continue reading? Anything you desire, angel, and it’s all yours…”

PARK JIMIN

━━━ Setting the pot down on the countertop, you inhale the scent of the lavender, shutting your eyes in your little haven of euphoria. Jimin is behind you, too, placing down the seed packets and whatnot from your visit to the farmers market and reveres your presence. Yes, his paranoia of unrequited love still lingers, but the fear is irrelevant at this moment. You’re here, with him, and God does nothing feel more enchanting than this epiphany.

You’re now on the back porch, caressing on of the many stray cats you’ve fallen for. The night before, you left some leftover food for them to feast on and make a quick mental note to feed them more, all before hearing a cry from the kitchen. Jimin, displaying cowardice, moans gibberish as he lethargically clings to your form. You shush and reassure him of his fears, feeling hot tears on your shoulder and catching onto the word “cockroach” in his series of mumbles. You step further into the kitchen to confront this bug, but’s Jimin’s grip turns tenacious as he shakes his head ‘no’. Jimin glances up to you, and thus you see the pure desperation in his features. After singular minutes of trying to pry him off of your body, you finally manage to succeed in letting the insect-free. Jimin clings onto you, once again, all whilst your laugh fills the empty room.

“Y/N, this is why you shouldn’t ever leave me!! Even for a second; even to feed those strays! I can’t go through fear like that again!! Not without you, I can’t live without you!”

KIM TAEHYUNG

━━━ Spending eternal days in this ethereal dimension were entirely crafted with the silk of bliss. Taehyung can caress your face and feel an angel under his thumb whilst you hold him so tightly but so delicately as if the man before you is made of glass. He catches diamonds in your eyes and the melting of constellations on your lips, and god, is he overwhelmingly infatuated with your soul. The dew-kissed, star dusted revelation of your soul is what he believes was crafted with the tears of angels and the fragments of fluffy clouds.

You find Taehyung in the kitchen, back to you, towering over a pot full of whatever he planned for dinner (but was most definitely gourmet, as he always says you deserve only the best). You then slither your arms around his petite waist, resting your head on his shoulder and inhaling the sweet scent radiating off of him. With surprise, he jerks away from the pot, then proceeding to relax in your embrace and sigh contently. He turns his body, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone, flashing you a kind, genuine smile that’s been reserved only for your eyes only and turns to the pot. You grin to yourself, before turning your vision only to find the silhouette of a walking cockroach. You yell out, jerking away from his embrace as he looks at you, doe eyes enlarged and mouth hung agape. Taehyung follows your tunnel of vision, finding the insect then calmly picking the creature into his delicate hands.

“He won’t hurt you, I won’t let him, ok…? See? He’s just a bug, he can’t hurt you… Let’s put him outside together and then we can eat, okay, pumpkin?”

JEON JUNGKOOK

━━━ Basket in hand, you unlock the door to your cottage. After venturing out to pick fruits, you find yourself satisfied with the blueberries and strawberries overflowing your handmade basket. You place down your floppy hat and place the berries on the kitchen counter, sighing contently. Mentally, you run through an imaginary list of tasks to achieve, including tending to the garden, caring for the animals and a quick trip to the farmers market. Reaching for a pen laying across the counter, you feel a sudden warmth against your back. Arms slither around your waist as you inhale the flowery scent radiating off the person behind you, quick to identify the stranger.

“You took too long” Jungkook mumbles. You laugh to yourself, letting the man-child behind you satisfy his own inevitable need for your soul. The hoarder of his heart, his lilacs in full bloom, his ethereal summer, stands right in front of him in all of their glory, and Jungkook can’t help but marvel at every breathe they take. Though, this daydream is cut short when a deafening scream erupts from your throat. Tranquility has vanished and bliss has passed. Castles crumble, tsunamis form and tornadoes echo. He can’t help but be as frantic and terrified as the sea at dawn, fast to check the area for a potential threat and your body for any harm done. When you chuckle at yourself for the fear of a cockroach, Jungkook feels his chest lighten once catching sight of your smile, but the worry still lingers.

“Y/N!? What happened!? Are you ok…!?!? Oh. It’s just a bug, thank god… Are you ok, though? Are you hurt, my petal…?”

#yandere!bts #bts yandere au #yandere bts #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere oneshot #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere!seokjin #yandere seokjin #yandere yoongi #yandere!yoongi #yandere!hoseok #yandere hoseok #yandere!namjoon #yandere namjoon #yandere!jimin #yandere jimin #yandere!taehyung #yandere taehyung #yandere!jungkook #yandere jungkook #bts #bangtan #bts imagines #bts reactions #yandere reactions

[echo-inthevoid]

Season 2 q&a and overall reaction

Jonny stealing everyone's names XD 

Is martin going to be ok!? I also need to know! 

He said no;-; 

ok ya, no one's gonna be ok. 

Ya, he must do sooo much research. 

Ya, except for "fatigue" lol.

Eyyy the mechanisms!! 

What's the red string brigade? Ok, I guess a group of fans theorizing about stuff. 

Oh ok so someone else did martins poetry. Ooh, there's more martin poetry out there! *grabby hands*

Ok ya, Alex clarifying that Jon isn't stupid he just makes poor decisions. Probably if he'd paused and thought about it (like I did lol, I had to go do some stuff in the middle of that ep and thought about it a whole bunch lol) instead of immediately going out and buying an axe and further isolating himself and panicking immediately he probably would have figured it out. This is why it's bad to panic in a crisis guys. 

Eyyy! Jonny's parents voiced Gertrude and Leitner! That's so cool. 

XD Jonny grumbling about having to work with his parents. 

Hmm, I hadn't really thought of Gertrude being like a mother figure in the story? She just seems very cut-throat I guess from what Leitner said. Idk so far I've been very suspicious of her. Especially since that one statement where her photo burned a whole bunch of people or something. She just seems very shady... 

Alex chortling over Jonny's pain. XD

Side note, Every time there's a q&a I just can't stop noticing Jonny's voice going in and out of archivist range? Like most of the time I'm just listening along and then he'll say a sentence a bit grumblier and my brains immediately like "ARCHIVIST! That's THE ARCHIVIST!!" 

Martin would be the last one alive in Friday the 13th! It's official! 

(Is it bad that this gives me hope)

Jon likes Nonfiction, documentaries, and probably collects something just a little bit weird. *writes down for use in potential fics* 

also while im at it I remember jon saying he dislikes coffee at one point,  and so many people have him liking coffee in their fics! This has been your daily reminder of that fact because ever since then it keeps bugging me lol. (But also do whatever u want.)

Alex's spluttering sounds so much like Martin.

Yes!! I want to hear jon sing!! Yes! Musical Episode When!!?

Ah yes yes yes! All the characters are so unique!!? How does he do it!! 

Ya, it being in audio format sometimes makes it hard to understand what's happening in the live-action bits. (Live-action is the wrong word but u know what I mean.)

Oh ok ya, how he mentioned he got a pipe was quite clever I didn't realize that that's why he mentioned it at all. 

Ooh, there's a manga where there's something similar to Michael? I'll have to look that up later...

XD Alex and Jonny arguing about apples. 

Ok, so all the statements we're hearing ARE for reals. I kinda assumed but good to have it confirmed.

They used to hang out together!!? Work function curry nights!! ;-; 

Ya Ya! Who made the leitners!?

"You are assuming a book needs to be written" ...ok then. (but it has to have been created somehow??? Did they just spring fully formed from the powers? why? And why take the form of books?)

Alex's mischievous laugh about whether jon has friends *trembles in fear*

Yes!! Micheal is so good! I'm so happy they love him too! Yesyes! His laugh! 

Ah Yes!! Mary kaey was so creepy! 

XD yes yes yes fatigue was written on zero sleep, I knew it! 

Akskdjdkd I love them so much. Also, I've looked up Michaels voice actor luke booys and he does some other horrory type sketches n stuff and I kiiinda want to do a little animatic with some of those but it's Michael like annoying some poor soul lost in his halls... I think that'd be fun. I wonder if anyone's done that yet? If so someone send me the links I neeeed iiitt :3

Season 2 summary:

Uuuuu ya so this season was really good. I kinda listened to it in bursts of about ten episodes every couple weeks and then have been saving up the reactions to post later so these are usually going up about a week or so after I actually listened to the episode just FYI. 

I also do have a lot of spoilers cause I can't keep myself away from fanfic and people don't always tag for spoilers and I kiiinda wana know what's coming beforehand anyway? Idk it's hard man I get very stressed about what might happen and then also listening to too much at a time is too spooky for my poor little heart so I gotta read the less spooky fanfic to fulfill the hyperfixation you see. (If anyone has fanfic with spoilers only up to season 2 that'd be great btw) 

Anyway, I try not to take spoiler type stuff into account unless I'm just so sure of it I can't really not acknowledge that I know about it. 

Also, can I just talk about Michael for a minute?? Cause he's such a unique character? And I guess maybe there are other characters like him but I haven't ever seen one -tho to be fair tma is only like the third horror thing I've ever really got into (the other two are the SCP Foundation in its various forms and Little Nightmares. Hence why I keep making reference to SCP it's really the only thing I know similar to this.) But he's such a cool concept!!? Like someTHING that still has a personality? He's so not human? Like I get what he says but also I don't really? Idk im pretty sure he's an avatar right? Right?? Idk if that means he was a person at some point? But all this to say that he is probably the most inhuman character I've come across so far and I'm trying to figure out what it is about him that's so "other" to me? Like... I don't really know what Micheal's deal is? he seems to want to be sort of a neutral mischief-maker but also it seems like he keeps getting invested. But also I just love the way he talks about himself. Like he's a monster that has a personality and is fully intelligent but isn't just evil but isn't neutral either and certainly isn't benevolent. Like he's so complex and just,,,, the idea of a "thing" that's got a personality?? I love it? Kind of like dryads or spirits of things? Like the idea that after a long time things gain personality just by existing? Not that that's what Michael is necessarily? but that same sort of concept applies to him I think. Like the way he IS the maze and wants to help but wants to just watch but wants to kill them all. He's just so interestinggggggg. (And another vision of what jon could become?)

 also "es Mentiras" is a beautiful name 💕

So are him and not-Sasha avatars? Not-Sasha also seems completely inhuman and I was under the impression that avatars were (or used to be) human? Or are they like personifications of their power? Do all the powers have personifications of themselves. not-Sasha seems even less human than Michael? Like she seems to just really genuinely enjoy causing fear? Tho I guess we didn't really get to hear a lot of her. She just seemed kinda gleefully angry most of the time we heard from her. Was she... Human once!???

Anyway. Also, can I just talk about leitners line about jon belonging to the eye!!? Just..*chefs kiss* hnnnngg I need more jon grappling with that. I just need more everyone dealing with the fallout post all of the finallies ok? I still need more of jon angsting over his worms scars and stuff and now I also need jon freaking out about belonging to a fear god power thing. 

Also Martin! Is Martin ok? He sure did a lot of yelling which he doesn't usually? Look I love him and he actually thinks before he acts (unlike SOME people *looks at jon*) and he writes poetry and it is pretty good poetry ok!! And he cares about everyone and just wants a happy ending and aaaaa😭

Petition to get some statements from Martin's pov tho? I mean that's not gonna happen cause Jon's the archivist but I want more martin pov!! Maybe we can get some of his poem tapes??? Pls????? 

I feel so bad for Tim. It sounds like he's kinda fallen into despair.

Also Elias!!? Is showing his spooky side!!? He can control cameras and beat a man to death with a pipe!!? This is his "place of powerr"!!? I am afeared!!? At least jon knows he shouldn't trust him now. Oh jeez, I wonder if jon will listen back to the tape and know what happened. Thhhatsss rough. Oh dear, I hope he doesn't feel guilty cause Leitner did keep trying to hurry him and now everyone thinks it was him. Even martin thinks he did it? Wich like I kinda want to hear more of his thoughts on that? How much does he believe that jon did it? Tim certainly seems pretty certain but he's a bit biased and cynical right now so. 

And they were in the maze for DAYS? 

Now I need martin recovering from being stuck with Tim in Michaels maze for days being angry and worried and hungry etc... Dksjdksa knowing jon could be dying RIGHT NOW and there's nothing he can do. Please someone give me the fic links if this exists!! I've already written like 5 drabbles based entirely on spoilers/other fics (which I'll probably post (w/ links to their inspirations) once I'm caught up and can make sure I'm not just completely demolishing cannon lol. 

Leitner didn't even scream or yell or anything when he was murdered. Literally the chillest dude ever. F

Overall super great, Elias is terrifying, let's dive into the next season!!! I've got 2 seasons to finish in like, less than 2 or so weeks(?) if I wana be caught up by season 5 hhhh,,,

Better get started I guess. 

#tma #tma lb #tma liveblog #liveblogging #tma season 2 #season 2 #season 2 q&a #season 2 finale #the magnus archives

[blazingdarkness]

Ask Meme From a Real Long Time Ago

Okay so @vonlipvig​ tagged me in this forever ago and I filled most of it out but didn’t have the executive function to finish but I just did another one by them and that gave me the motivation, so here we are!  Italics’d stuff was written today; everything else is from before.

1. Sweet or savory? (And what’s your fave food from the one you choose?)

This was going to be close until I remembered just how much I fucking love cheese.

2. If you could live in any fictional universe, which one would it be?

Given the option, I would immediately immigrate to Saturn in Origin from Effulgence, provided I was still able to phone and message all the people who still live here and traveling for visits wasn’t too inconvenient. Post-scarcity society? Benevolent nigh-omnipotent empress? Yell Heah. I’d obviously be good in almost any Belled society, but some advantages that Pattern has over anybell else imo:

- Saturn just seems more whimsical than most other places?  An obvious exception is Chronicle, which would still be Great, but I feel like convenient communication with my friends and family would be less likely there.

- Awesome national (...planet..al?) anthem

- The part where Pattern just let people line up and she granted them wishes was very nice and, if I recall, didn’t seem like a Strictly One-Time Occasion. In general, seems to have one of the best relationships with her public.

- Rings! Rings in the sky and living in bubbles.  I love it.

- I could be wrong, but it seemed we’ve seen more of her actually doing day-to-day ruling except for maybe like, Eve, and I really enjoyed seeing that.

- Oh, also I have no idea where this thought came from, but for some reason I have the expectation that if there was a Chelsea Reserve, it would be in Origin? And I would want to try that out for at least a month or two every couple of decades I think, provided certain safeguards were very definitely, solidly in place, and it would be convenient if they were in the same universe.

Juli I realize you have absolutely no context for this and for that I’m sorry lol.

Just kidding it’s Singleton!  I’ve read “Will” since writing that and, while Origin is nothing to sneeze at, a Friendly AI world where all problems are basically already solved is 👌👌👌.  Also Tarinda pls wake me up from cryosleep and be my perfect girlfriend I love you.

Juli I realize you still have absolutely no context for this and for that I’m still sorry lol

3. Put your music on shuffle and write down the first three songs (+a fave lyrics, if you want)

These weren’t strictly the first three songs, but they were the first three that don’t give a gross misrepresentation of my current personality, I guess?

“It’s Over, Isn’t it?” from Steven Universe—“war and glory, reinvention; fusion, freedom, her attention”

“Jackass in a Can” from Galavant—“an over-muscled, chauvinistic, self-indulgent, egotistic, stingy, prissy, narci-sissy jackass in a can! (oh my god, that’s me)”

“Everything Else” from next to normal—“There’s harmony, logic; you listen to these; you don’t hear his doubts, or his debts or disease”

what can I say, I’m a sucker for wordplay.  Also, it might be worth noting that basically all of my music is from something or at the very least strongly reminds me of a particular work of fiction.  It just largely doesn’t occur to me to buy songs that I hear on the radio, even ones I really like.

4. Where would you most like to travel to?

Austria, probably, as I assume we’re limited to places that it’s currently possible for a layperson to go?  I really, really want to see Tanz live, and that seems like the best shot, as well as just a Place I Want to Be.

This was less the place I would most like to travel to and more just a place that I would like to travel to.  But I can’t think of a better one right now!

5. What’s the last dream you had that you remember?

I really don’t remember my dreams that often!

6. Do you have any OCs? And if so, would you switch lives with any of them, or no?

Yeah, a few, none particularly well-developed.  But my boy Iorant lives thousands (?) of years in the future where everyone is immortal and has been for long enough that people set up elaborate MM LARPing scenarios. The one he’s in is set only a few hundred years ahead of us in a solarpunk city where every interpersonal would-be fight is solved with not-Yugioh duels, and that’s a life I would not mind living.

I swear by the hope of the earth that I came up with the setting for this before reading “Will” and “Testament.”

7. Pasta: “al dente” or more cooked/softer?

Al dente all the way, baby!

8. Do you play any sports? Would you like to learn any?

Not presently.  I don’t think any of the physical activities I might like to learn fit my definition of a sport, but I did take 14 years of dance growing up and then have been in a few musicals where it featured heavily.  And then pretty soon I’m going to be in two more, at least one of which features dance heavily and I’m very excited.

9. If you had to pick two people (let’s keep it fictional) to be with you in a zombie apocalypse, which ones would you pick?

Do they keep any magic they have?  Cause if so, there’s no way I’m not going with a Bell and their pet masochist (the magic system they use runs on pain; everything’s consensual.). Otherwise...Bells are probably too clumsy to be worth the advantage their minds would give?

It’s 1am and I don’t have the energy to finish whatever I was going to say here and I really want to get this posted tonight, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

10. What’s your favorite book?

I don’t think any glowfic counts as a book per se, so Radiance.

#glowfic #Luminosity and Radiance #Blazer Speaks #at length #Ask Memes

[heiwanoryu-archive]

Tu ne peux jamais être remplacé.

For @noircisaint Warnings: Death, blood. Word count: 2,110

The day was long, the sounds of metal smashing into one another. The sound of magic exploding into the ground, winds rushing past people. Trees being forced to cave and fall as they were bombarded by the battle. It was near the end. The end of it all. Corrin called out shots, an eight-foot tall dragon standing where a young woman stood. Beside her, her retainers. Including Jeanne, one she had asked to become her retainer before leaving. Things just, didn't feel right without the blonde by her side. Claws dug at the ground as she hurled a large breath attack at the foes that dared to try and take aim at her. How long the battle waged for was unknown. Humans were quite stubborn. Day grew into the early dusk as all of them continued to fight on. Corrin tried to limit the deaths as much as she could, shouting out a reminder halfway through. As her army began to spread out, Jeanne always remained by her side. She knew the other retainers could handle themselves. They were trained to, the very least. Their liege counted on their services like no other. With even that in mind, blind spots were still something they all had to keep in mind. One critical blind spot of Corrin's was her back. Even with the enhancements she held, she was still an open target from her six. An enemy took note of this, judging how Corrin and Jeanne continuously moved in a sort of semi-circle pattern.

The dragon roared, sending hot water towards another gang. It began to show how tired she was -- how all of them were. There was no time to rest! Not until they backed down, or retreated! They had to hold their ground! She could feel the effects of degeneration ebbing at her skin. At her heart that beckoned for her to change back. Jeanne looked over at Corrin, a slight frown forming on her face. What a terrible thing... The longer she stayed like that, the more she lost her mind. Why was it so? No one knew the answer. Perhaps it is why dragons prefered to stay human. 'Lest that is what the princess came up.

Taking note of Corrin's more exaggerated actions, she fired a ball of dark magic into the next water stream that she spued. A hand rested on the beast's forearm. Confidence calling to her, telling her to change back. To not push herself, for it wasn't worth it, in this form. Corrin gave an audible growl, but did as she was told. 'Twould be a shame if their commander ended up dead, or killing her own men. Benevolence was the connection they held. Was it odd, to see Jeanne kind to another? Considering all the pair had gone through, would it be queer if they did not hold such a tight bond? Taking up her sword and a tome, she stood back-to-back with the spirit. The Yato up, holding the hilt tightly. Black magic swirled around Jeanne as she smirked. Yellow began to swirl with the black. Lightning and Nosferatu? An interesting combination, to say the least. The blast was thrusted out as they closed in. Sapping some of their health to replace what Jeanne had lost, bodies fell, still breathing. It was hard for the spirit to hold back at first. Corrin knew this, so it was why she spoke of it often.

The enemy that was watching them from afar took this chance. There was a slim opening, one which could provide a deadly injury to Corrin's neck, should she not notice the man. He pressed against the ground, charging at the pair as soon as their magic began to dissipate. Smoke clouding their forms. Sword raised as he got closer, it came down hard. The sound of armor cracking and a scream of pain echoed in the cloud.

Did it work...?

As soon as the smoke cleared seconds later, Corrin turned her head to the left. Black stood in the way, the tip of the blade dangerously close to her own stomach. Just a mere inch from her armor. Crimson eyes widened as the scene in front of her unfolded. The man had been impaled by Jeanne's hand, covered in the same black magic from earlier. Blood was dripping from her stomach. Pulling back her hand, the spirit scoffed, and he fell to the earth. Dead. Jeanne could only handle so much restraint. If someone dared to touch HER young princess, hell would be paid. The princess took a step backwards to take a look over the scene. Her elder sister’s cry for her younger sister’s safety, noticing the attacker, along with some of her other siblings, could be heard over the shallow clatter. Trying to stand, at this point, was but futile. Major organs had been hit. How on earth did the spirit hold such a form...? Dark magic was the answer behind that, but trying to explain it would be a waste of breath. The form wavered, knees slamming into the ground as pain wracked her body. The blonde fell beside her, holding her mentor and protector close.

"Jeanne, hold on!" Her head tilted up towards her sisters. "Hurry, please!" You could easily tell the waiving of her emotions 'pon those two words. She was already starting to feel the fear of losing her. Right here within her embrace. Jeanne closed her eyes for a moment, not wanting to see Corrin's face. Pathetic? --- no. Emotions were vexing for all, but she was already dead. Technically. Why weep for one whom shouldn't be walking with the living? Corrin tilted her head back down, panic filling her eyes, along with water. Jeanne began to talk, to tell Corrin not to cry. Ah, would she listen? No. She's seen the young girl, no, woman, cry enough during the past decade and a half. Reaching a hand up, she tried to brush off her wound as if it was nothing but a flesh wound.

"Do not say that! It is not 'nothing'! You are seriously injured, and--!"

"Corrin. It’s too late."

"No it is not!"

"You're as stubborn as ever." Did she really have that much of an impact on the dragon? Resting her hand against Corrin's cheek, another gloved hand quickly rose to hold it. Pushing magic through the connection, Corrin tried to heal what she could. She didn't care if she would overexert herself. She couldn't lose her! She couldn't! It wasn't her time!! Jeanne knew it was. She knew that the Gods of this realm were calling, trying to put the restless soul to rest. Corrin, however, was the rope that kept trying to tug her back down.

Death was unkind, and it was terrifying.

Dusk began to fill the daylight's sky. Tears that could not be held back by her own will fell. The sound of footsteps rushed over to the pair's side. Putting her own life force through the connect, Jeanne suddenly spoke up and tried to pull her hand back.

"What are you doing? You're going to kill yourself if you continue that!" She scolded, glaring up at her. "Do you think that it'll help them if you’re dead?!" She gestures to the army getting closer. Her younger sister was the first to arrive, jumping off her horse and moving to the other side. Gentle eyes examined the wound, and a frowned occurred. Holding her staff tightly, small, white pieces of magic began to flutter up.

"Please, please do something! We cannot--!" To hear Corrin beg HURT.

"Corrin. It's already too late." She repeated.

"It is not too late! We can still do something!"

"Enough."

"Pl--"

"Enough." Her heart was breaking into pieces by this point. Why was Jeanne so calm? In truth, she wasn't. She was scared. She didn't want to leave, either, but what could be done? You can't stop this sort of process. Spirits worked differently in this realm, compared to, say, another. When a spirit finally came to rest -- forced or not -- after living an 'extended life', that was it. Reality began to sink in further, when the light got brighter. Her elder brother pulled the youngest away.

"W-- What's going on?" She asked, shaky from emotions running on high. No one answered. No one COULD answer. Corrin's tears fell harder as she suddenly pulled Jeanne into a tight embrace, still holding her hand. Jeanne tensed for a moment from pain, but sighed against her ear and began to pat her head. Surprisingly, she returned the embrace a split second after a few pats were given.

The light intensified more and more each moment. She pulled away, still being held up by another. The familiar cold of death lingered in her body. The paralyzing feeling that danced within muscles, nerves -- even her own blood. She pushed a smile to her face to try and calm the princess.

"You've done very well, Corrin. I couldn't be any more proud of you." She chuckled softly, brushing her fingers against her cheek. A large hiccup echoed from her throat, the feeling of tears coming to her. Huh... Never did she expect this to happen. Tears... Was the reality finally settling in for Jeanne? That she couldn't see Corrin's smile ever again? That she couldn't be there to teach her new magicks, or help her out in battle? Unable to see her continue to grow and to help her out in certain situations? Unable to go out on outings and explore together, like they had the first night she was allowed out of the fortress? Trying to hold back her sadness, Jeanne pressed her hand closer to Corrin's face. The warmth of her cheek the only warmth she could feel.

"You need to live. You need to press on. Everyone is counting on you. I won't be far." Her voice began to grow softer. Gods, goodbyes were never her thing. "Thank you, Corrin. ... Hah.... Goodbyes were never my specialty. Remember all tat I have taught you, and remember to be yourself. I ..."

‘I love you.‘ But those words were never said.

"J-Jeanne, I--- We can still do something! Why isn't anyone helping?!" Sharply turning her head, she could see the look on everyone's faces as well. Her youngers were hiding their faces in some way or another. Her elders looked down, stern but sad, soft looks clear on their faces. Her heart dropped more, as if it was being forced into the ground by bare hands. Returning her gaze, Jeanne's eyes started to drift shut.

"Jeanne? Jeanne, w-wait! Jeanne?!"

Dust began to be picked up into the wind. As Jeanne’s eyes finally shut, tears began to fall.  The last image in her mind was of when they first met, and Corrin’s first smile. Both as a child, and an adult. The only things being left behind were the sword that had impaled her and her cape. A heartbreaking, deafening, voice-cracking, terrifying scream then bounced off the ground as Corrin clutched the cape close to her chest.

“JEANNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!“

Silence. Silence that was broken by the sounds of a woman crying. Wailing as emotions couldn't be held back behind the mask of a commander. Jakob walked over and knelt down, one hand resting on her back, trying to comfort her. Not moving her head, her body leaned towards him. The mood had become dour. Though the battle was won, they had lost someone important. Someone that Corrin also adored with her heart. No amount of comfort could help her in this moment. Not wanting to move from her spot, she could feel hands trying to pry her up. They needed to get back to the plane as soon as possible. They needed some sort of safety to tend to the wounded and to recalibrate their forces. She knew she was acting like a child. Even as coaxing words soon came, it took more pressure for her legs to finally uncurl and rise.

Somber steps followed her men. Felicia stayed close, Flora behind her. Jakob wouldn't let go of her arm, worried that if he did, she could curl back into a ball. Everyone else kept an eye out as one of the royals opened a portal.

Corrin...

Corrin, don't destroy yourself over this...

"I will avenge you." She muttered, slowly putting on the cape. Hugging it close to herself, a new wave of determination came through, the tears not stopping.

"I will avenge you with my bare hands. You... You cannot be replaced." Right after those words were spoken, the portal closed. What would happen next..?

‘....Corrin...”

#noircisaint #☾♔☽ Wᴀɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ! Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Oᴜᴛʀᴇᴀʟᴍs ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ?! ( Unknown Verse ) #cause idk which route we'll drag them through bUT HEYO #☾♔☽ A ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ( Drabble ) #Ilu Deus <3 #If this will become canon between our babs idk -- but if it does #I will c r y. #Tw: Blood #Tw: Death