#she's BACK and she's created an mc who is a BASTARD!

[harunayuuka2060]

Michael: *has presented to MC (angel) the ring that contains the fragment of their soul*

MC: ...

Michael: I spent a considerable amount of time acquiring this. *smiles* Thankfully, my friend Solomon had helped me out.

MC: ...

Michael: What are you waiting for? Don't just stare at it. Wear this ring so you would be able to receive your punishment.

MC: *nods* *allowing him to slide the ring onto their finger*

Michael: *waiting for it to take effect*

MC: ...

MC: Thirteen will never forgive you.

Michael: Ah. There you are. You've been gone for so long, but I see your personality hasn't changed a little.

MC: ...

MC: What have you done?

Michael: Isn't it obvious? I've turned you into an angel after you have abandoned your mortal body in Devildom.

MC: ...

MC: *smiles, seems taunting him* I never expected that I would interest you a lot for you to trouble yourself this much.

Michael: *smiles back* Yes. I won't deny it. Besides Solomon, your existence is also interesting.

MC: ...

MC: You should be aware that I would not hesitate to take my own life.

Michael: You do and the brothers will be in danger. You might not be aware of this, but the other you residing in their household is of an evil being.

MC: Evil being? Hm. I don't think so.

Michael: An optimist, are we?

MC: *lightly chuckles* *then stares right into his eyes*

MC: I'm a little bit disappointed with Solomon, but he must've been desperate too so I would be able to forgive him.

MC: But you? *smiling* You shouldn't have created another me when the other one is still in existence.

Michael: What are you talking about?

MC: I who no longer belongs to the world... *the ring started to shimmer*

Michael: *his eyes widened*

Simeon, Raphael, Luke, and the other angels: *have heard an explosion*

Luke: Wh-What's that?!

Simeon and Raphael: ...

Simeon: It's where Michael is!

Michael: *has staggered out of his room*

Simeon and Raphael: *runs to him* Michael!

Michael: Oh, you two... *coughs*

Simeon: What happened?

Raphael: *immediately understood what's going on when Michael gave him a glance*

Michael: It was a failed experiment.

Simeon: I see. You've got us worried.

Raphael: Simeon, go and inform the others that there's only a minor accident. And that they have nothing to worry about.

Simeon: *nods* Will you be alright on your own?

Michael: Yes.

*As soon as Simeon had left*

Michael: Raphael, go and find that human. They must be still around somewhere.

Raphael: *nods* *then went on his way*

Michael: ...

Michael: *smiles* You're really dangerous.

Luke: I hope Michael is fine. That was a huge explosion. *has been told by Simeon to return to his room*

Luke: *the moment he closes the door*

MC: Luke.

Luke: !!!

Luke: *quickly turns around and sees MC standing in the middle of his room*

MC: *smiles* It's been a while.

Luke: ...MC?

Luke: ...

Luke: *runs to hug them* *then cries*

MC: I miss you, Luke.

Luke: *being unable to answer as he continues to cry while hugging them*

Thirteen: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS, SOLOMON?! HOW COULD YOU BETRAY US?!!

Solomon: *has stayed silent after she found out about what he did*

Thirteen: MC... They have given what remained to their soul as a present for me-! Why would you steal it from me?!

Solomon: ...

Solomon: I miss them, Thirteen. And I will take every chance I have to be with them again.

Thirteen: You bastard-! *slaps him across the face*

Solomon: ...

Thirteen: You have no respect to someone's soul! And you didn't respect MC! *is on the verge of tears*

Solomon: !!!

Solomon: ...

Solomon: *accepted everything she said to him*

Solomon: *smiles bitterly* I'm a selfish human, Thirteen. You don't have to forgive me. But I'm begging you not to take their soul back.

Thirteen: ...

Thirteen: Why would I listen to you? That's a gift to me, Solomon.

Thirteen: A precious gift that none of you should have touched.

Lucifer: MC...

MC: *standing in the middle of the castle grounds while looking at the sky*

Diavolo: Have they finally returned to us?

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: No, young master.

MC: *as if hearing Barbatos, turns their head at their direction*

MC: *lets out a tired sigh*

Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos: !!!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me michael #obey me simeon #obey me raphael #obey me luke #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me thirteen #obey me solomon

[wanderessblue]

The Slytherin Party

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt

Part 2 - Sebastian

Tags: NSFW 🔞, aged up characters, smut, best friends to lovers, fluff

AN: go read part 1 before this if you haven't yet :) Part 1 - Ominis

The next morning Sebastian got up with a painful headache: everything around him seemed to be spinning.

As soon as he opened his eyes flashes of memories from the previous evening were pestering his mind.

He could not remember precisely what had happened, but he had an unusual feeling inside that he could not explain. It was as if his unconscious remembered perfectly every detail of the night before, but the conscious part of his mind refused to cooperate at that moment, no matter how hard he tried.

One image, however, kept reformulating in his head: Ominis, his face illuminated by the dim moonlight, his hypnotic blue eyes, the flush on his cheeks, his soft lips on his own.

And then, immediately after, another one: he and Ominis, in his bed, embraced, naked and...

"That's not possible!" He exclaimed alarmed. He couldn't have had sex with his best friend. That would have been ridiculous and senseless and... Oh, Sebastian who do you wanna fool? You've been waiting your whole life for this moment.

"No! It can't have happened." He repeated to himself. That would have been his first time and the idea of having had sex for the first time and not remembering it, moreover under the influence of a potion and probably forcing his best friend, made him feel sick. He felt stupid and terribly guilty.

At that moment his heart was beating wildly. But one thing was certain: he needed to talk to his best friend, he needed to make things right.

He got out of bed and noticed a glass full of water on top of his bedside table with a note under it: 'It will make you feel better' signed by Ominis. Sebastian smiled sadly at his friend's thoughtfulness and decided to follow the advice, after which he quickly got dressed and headed towards the common room to find Ominis.

When he entered the room he impatiently searched for Ominis' face, but instead, MC caught his attention as she shouted his name while approaching him.

"Hey good morning, how are you feeling today?" she asked with a smile on her face.

"I'm better, I guess. But I think I messed up last night." Sebastian replied with a sigh and looked fearfully into her eyes, trying to discern from her gaze if she was aware of what had happened.

"Oh right, you mean drinking Garreth's potion. I wonder what he put in it. You seemed very... euphoric yesterday."

"Oh yeah, of course, the potion...Wait, how do you know about the potion? Did Weasley tell you about it? He swore to me that he would have kept his mouth shut. That bastard."

"Well, actually it was you to admit it to me and Ominis. It was quite a funny scene, I must admit it." MC replied.

"Oh... I must have been a real mess yesterday because I can hardly remember a thing." Sebastian laughed embarrassed and then he added hesitantly: "MC, speaking of last night... Have you seen Ominis? I really need to talk to him."

"Ominis is in Hogsmeade with Poppy. I think they'll be back in the afternoon" replied the girl.

In Hogsmeade with Poppy? And why was that? Why had he asked her and not...him?

Sebastian shook his head, trying to drive away those questions from his mind. Why did he suddenly feel so jealous of his friend? Well, after all, he had always been a bit, because Ominis was his best friend and no one else's, but in that instant, he could feel the blood boiling inside him.

Lately, Sebastian had noticed changes in his feelings. When he spent time together with Ominis he felt happy and wished those moments would never end. He had always been there for him, even in the most difficult moments, and Sebastian had always done the same for him. They had created a bond that went beyond a simple friendship. They needed each other and Sebastian was just beginning to understand it.

He had always known he was attracted to boys as well as to girls. That was confirmed by the several crushes he had had during his life. But it was since not long ago, that he had started to realize that what he felt for Ominis was more than just the affection two friends could share.

Of course, he had never told anyone about it, except his sister Anne to whom he told everything. But surely that wasn't something he could freely talk to his best friend, he was too afraid he might lose him. He had always believed it was better for him to repress his feelings than risk losing him. He was too important for him and he couldn't let it happen.

He had tried, with great effort, to keep his emotions under control and he had succeeded. Until the previous evening.

If he hadn't taken that potion.

He thanked MC for the information and decided to head for the great hall to get something to eat, waiting for his friend to come back.

------

The rest of the day passed quite slowly, Ominis still hadn't shown up and Sebastian was losing his patience: the need to know what had happened the night before was consuming him.

After spending the afternoon studying, he decided to head towards the Undercroft to calm his nerves. The moment when he would talk to his friend was approaching and the mere thought of it made him quite nervous. The Undercroft, on the other hand, was the perfect place he used to go when he needed to think, relax or just be alone.

As he crossed the threshold of the room he saw Ominis arranging some objects, who turned in his direction having heard the gate of the room open. They both exclaimed the other's name at the same time, whereupon Sebastian laughed embarrassed and said: "How long have you been here?"

"Um... Like five minutes, I came by to drop off these books I bought today in Hogsmeade with Poppy." Only in that moment, Sebastian realized that Ominis was holding a book, while two others were resting on a table next to him.

"You didn't tell me you were going to Hogsmeade. At least I didn't expect you to go with her." He uttered the last sentence almost as a whisper. He didn't want to sound possessive, but the words came out of his mouth in that way.

"She was the one who asked me. She had to buy food for Highwing. I told you yesterday, don't you remember?"

"Oh...Really? I must have forgotten it."

After a short pause, Ominis cleared his throat and approached Sebastian who had meanwhile filled two glasses with juice and was handing one to his friend.

"How are you today? Do you feel better? You seemed very out of yourself yesterday" Ominis said, laughing nervously between words.

"Yes, I'd say I'm better now. Although my head is still throbbing at times."

"The potion Garreth gave to you must have been very strong if even you couldn't sustain its effects." Ominis smiled. He knew his friend was quite used to drink alcohol after the nights they had spent at the Three Broomsticks.

"Yeah... Weasley didn't warn me it would be that strong. I don't remember much of what happened at the party yesterday." Sebastian turned his gaze towards Ominis and noticed that his face had blushed a little. He felt himself running out of air, both because his friend looked damn good and also because the blush on his cheeks confirmed that something had happened between the two of them. "There is one thing I remember, though, but I don't know if it really happened." He continued uncertain. "Did we have sex?" He asked, then he brought his glass to his lips and swallowed a sip of the drink.

"W-what? No! Of course we didn't have sex, Sebastian! Why did you think that?"

"Oh thank God." He said after a big sigh. "I must have dreamt it then. But I don't understand, I was so sure about it...but then I woke up and you weren't there and I didn't -

"But... You kissed me," Ominis admitted.

At his friend's revelation, Sebastian spat the juice in front of him catching Ominis in the face.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry... Hold on, let me get you something to clean you up... " He said embarrassed at the mess he had made and handed him a handkerchief.

"So we really kissed? I thought I dreamt that too." Exclaimed the boy incredulously.

"You kissed me. That's different!" Ominis pointed out.

"And how was that?" Sebastian asked after a few moments.

"What kind of question is that, Sebastian?"

"How was the kiss? If you liked it or if it sucked...That's all."

"Why do you want to know? It was just a kiss. You were drunk and I couldn't move." Ominis said almost irritated at his friend's question, almost as if he was hiding something.

"Fine." Sebastian said in a sad tone.

"What is it now? What do you want me to say? That I liked it?"

"No...I'm just curious. I didn't want to upset you."

After a long pause, Ominis sighed, "Okay.... If you want the truth. It was quite nice, actually. Although I don't have any criterion for comparison." He replied blushing.

"What do you mean?"

"It was my first kiss."

"Serious?"

"Yes. How many people do you think I've kissed before?"

"Merlin's beard Ominis! I'm so sorry I was your first kiss. You should have given it to someone you are in love with."

"It's not a big deal, Seb. I told you it wasn't a bad thing after all. Besides, maybe it's good that I gave it to you." This last sentence came almost imperceptibly from his lips and Sebastian thought for a moment that he had only imagined it. Then he approached his friend, taking the glass from his hand and placing them both on the table next to them.

"Why?"

"There is no one I trust more than you."

Sebastian was in front of him as he lifted a hand to his face gently moving a lock of hair back and whispered: "So you did like it."

"I didn't expect it. And I was unsure how to react. But then you grabbed my face and place your lips on mine and... I forgot how to breath. Is this a bad thing? I've never felt this way before."

Sebastian's heart began to hammer inside his chest. He could not believe his friend's words. He had wanted that moment all his life and now that it had come, he had no idea how to react. His mouth had gone dry and his legs were trembling. Ominis, on the other hand, had begun to blush furiously and had lowered his head to the floor to try to hide it.

"Omi I..." Said Sebastian, taking Ominis' chin with one hand and raising it in his direction. "It's not a bad thing. I've felt the same and I can't believe this is happening for real. I've waited this moment for a long time."

"What? Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I couldn't risk losing you, you are too important for me. Also, I didn't expect you to return my feelings."

That was true. He had never imagined that his best friend would return his feelings. For months he had felt wrong and had spent nights crying thinking that if anyone found that out, he might lose him forever. But Ominis was right in front of him admitting that he had feelings too. He couldn't believe it.

"Can I?" Ominis asked, raising his hands hesitantly and bringing them close to Sebastian's face.

"Sure."

Ominis first placed his hands on the sides of his friend's face and then passed them slowly over each part: his ears, his cheeks, his forehead and than his lips. At that contact, Sebastian felt a rush of shivers running through his body and swallowed loudly. Then, unexpectedly, he left a kiss on the blond's fingertips. Ominis smiled and let his hands slip behind his friend's neck. At that point, Ominis leaned forward and pressed his lips to Sebastian's, who did not hesitate to kiss him back.

Sebastian felt a warmth in his chest that spread throughout his body, his heart was beating so fast and he could hear Ominis' own doing the same.

This time, the kiss was much more intense than the night before. Sebastian wrapped his arms around his friend's pelvis to draw him closer, then he intensified the kiss even more by taking Ominis' lower lip between his teeth making him moan. That sound drove Sebastian crazy and he took advantage of the boy's half-open lips to let his tongue in. Ominis made a sound of surprise before he respounded to the kiss.

Sebastian then started kissing Ominis' neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that sent shivers down his friend's skin.

He began to unbutton his shirt until he opened it completely revealing the blond boy's pale chest. He continued to kiss his skin until he touched a nipple with the tip of his tongue. He began sucking it and drawing small circles with his tongue around it making Ominis' neck stretch backwards in pleasure.

"Permission to continue?" Sebastian asked breathlessly.

"Y-yes, please."

Sebastian didn't need to be told twice. He lowered himself to his knees and put pressure with his right hand on the bulge in the boy's trousers in front of him. Then he began to unbutton his school uniform, bringing it down to reveal its well erect length.

At that sight, Sebastian's cock jerked in his trousers and he had to bring a hand over it to relieve the discomfort the too-tight pants were causing him.

With one hand still on his cock, Sebastian began to leave moist kisses around his friend's pubes, then he took his length with his free hand and squeezed it, starting to pump up and down.

Ominis began to pant louder and louder and Sebastian wasted no time in licking the base of his genitals. He brought both of his hands to his friend's butt and plunged his face into his testicles, licking them.

Ominis' head was completely backwards, his eyes half open and his lips parted, letting out little sighs of pleasure.

The freckled boy took the tip of the blond's cock between his lips and left a series of kisses on it, then began to swirl his tongue around it.

"P-please, Sebastian." Ominis said begging his friend to take his full length into his mouth.

At that plea, Sebastian's brain shut down completely and his mouth began pumping up and down his friend's length, while one of his hands caressed his testicles and the other rested on his butt.

"S-Seb, I'm... Ahh... Coming." Ominis said moaning loudly.

Sebastian pulled his mouth away and continued the movement with his hand, pumping harder.

Ominis poured completely on Sebastian's neck and chest, who gasped at that sight.

"If I'm dreaming again I don't want to wake up" Sebastian commented still leaving kisses around his friend's genital. Then he pronounced a spell to clean up the mess they made.

As he stood up, Ominis smiled and hugged Sebastian tightly, plunging his face into the hallow of his neck and letting his friend kiss his head.

For the first time in his entire life, Sebastian was sure about the feeling that his heart was holding.

#sebinis #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x ominis

[houdinicorbini]

Hello there, I’d like to request M6 when MC makes and brings breakfast in bed

You got it!

Also, I have not played through all the routes so I’m gonna have to wing this a bit

Trigger warnings: none

Asra:

Now with Asra, it can sometimes be a bit of a race to see who can get up and cook first.

It’s a rather entertaining challenge that you both enjoy dearly.

When you are able to win this little competition that you both have created, he smiles brightly, commenting about how he’ll definitely win next time.

Though he does thoroughly enjoy this little game the two of you have made.

Nadia:

You always try to do your very best when making your Queen a meal, no matter if it’s just a snack.

You always want to do the best for her, so of course you wake up early, sometimes around the time Portia does just to make her breakfast.

And while she does heavily appreciate it, sometimes she pulls you back in bed so you both can sleep a tad bit longer.

Just the thought itself counts for her. Julian:

It’s not unusual for you to wake up early to make Julian breakfast. But you do have to wake up rather early, since the time he wakes and the fact that he likes to dive right into work, without eating a thing.

So you have learned that it’s best to get up first, to make sure that this man takes care of himself.

Making it isn’t really the hard part, trying to convince him to actually eat it can be, depending on how he slept and what mood he’s in, but it can definitely be a task.

If he’s not busy that day, he’ll be sure to take his time to savor a meal you worked hard on.

Your cooking is the best in his eyes after all.

Muriel:

Muriel is someone who naturally gets up very early in the morning, so you’d definitely have to get up way before him.

You have to be more quiet when making him breakfast, due to the fact that the kitchen is so close to where you both sleep and one wrong move and he’s awake.

Though it is worth seeing that look on his face when he first wakes up, his cheeks slightly flushed because of just waking up, and the fact you went through the effort of waking up so early to make breakfast.

Portia:

Like Asra, it can be a race to see who can get up the earliest to make each other breakfast. Portia already has to wake up rather earlier, so you sometimes have to wake up before the sun has even risen.

She does heavily appreciate waking up in the morning to an already freshly made meal, it causes her to start the morning with a smile on her face.

But she will make sure you take a nap at some point in the day for getting up at the crack of dawn.

But it’s all worth it to see a smile on her face.

Lucio:

This man can sleep in rather late if he truly wants to, so you waking him up is his alarm clock.

And the only obstacles you have to face is one, the dogs, and two, the fact that his grip is so strong when you two cuddle together.

It can make it rather hard to leave, multiple times you either missed the opportunity or nearly did to make this bastard breakfast.

And he prides himself on it too, the jerk.

I didn’t intend to make it too long since it has so many people, so I apologize if this isn’t what you wanted!

#the arcana muriel #x reader #the arcana #julian devorak #the arcana game #muriel #nadia satrinava #count lucio #asrathearcana #asra the magician #muriel the hermit #lucio the count #portia devorak #portia x mc #the arcana nadia

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Aemond and Aegon brat taming lannister daughter oc. (Not their daughter BTW they ain't related)

Made by me but requested to be brought back by: @elegantsplendour. Here you go my friend.

This will likely be a short story and contain around maybe 10 chapters but I hope yall enjoy.

Warnings: Dub con non con mean mc mc being a bitch and poking fun of Aemonds eye and spankings, mentions of sex and actual sex, ass fucking, orgasm denial and humiliation and slut shaming (tho they both quit that once they learn she is not the whore they thought her to be) mentions of owning dangerous protected animals (Mc owns a lion) (YES THAT'S BAD OK WE SHOULD PROTECT ALL ANIMALS!!!!!) MC HAS A SHOPPING ADDICTION. (This is not meant in a funny way she uses it to make herself literally be happy. I have the same thing so I know what I'm talking bout)

Mc when she is challenged (Basically picture a blonde mini Blair)

Aemond: (once you call him a charity project)

Aegon: (once you call him a drunk)

Mcs mother.

And Twyin if he was alive, describing Aemond and Aegon:

It's another bloody hot day in the hell called Kings landing. You and your friend, Harmonia Beesbury, just watch Criston Cole, and one of the princes fights in the yard. The king had three sons with the new queen, but they could take your head, and you wouldn't know their names.

They are going at it, completely lost in their little fake battle. Men. You don't understand.

Harmonia does. She has a smitten blush over her face with two glazy eyes. Cole and the prince circle each other like savages and also destroy a good shield. Which is likely paid with your family's coin. Savages.

You'll never understand men: They pretend to play war when there is no war, they fight in wars when there are wars, and if there aren't any wars: they make sure there are. They are so eager to die, and for what? To create a legacy? To become a legend? Most of them won't even be mentioned.

You whine a bit by your best friend. You like to shop. It makes you very happy to purchase new things. 'Harmonia; I've seen plenty. Shall we go do something useful and pleasant? Instead of watching this savagery?' You suggest.

Harmonia pouts a bit. 'I'd like to watch them finish.' Of course, she does. Harmonia is stuck with her nose in a book every moment of every day. For her, this is probably her ultimate fantasy, two knights fighting for her hand. Except they aren't fighting for her hand, just lame training.

Your eyes roll, and you sigh. 'You enjoy yourself doing that, I have an appointment in town.' You don't. But she doesn't know that, does she?

Harmonia sighs but follows along, grabbing your arm. 'Fine, fine.' She says. You grin. A Lannister always gets her way.

You two walk to the gates where another Dornish guard carrying the name Cole waits for you. It's ser Criston's bastard-born son, Mesan.

'Lady Lannister, Lady Beesbury' He says with a nod. You scoff at him. How dare he even look at you? He is filth. Harmonia gently greets him back with an innocent smile, but you lean in and try to keep your grins hidden.

You nod to the prince.

'Bastard, watch out. It seems like your father has found a new charity project to support.' You nod to where Cole applauds for the prince who bested him, pride written over his face. You see Mesan's jaw clench, and his eyes harden. You grin before leaving the keep, but not before you watch Mesan confront the prince.

---

You sit in the newest boutique in King's Landing. They just had your size done, and now you are fitting necklaces when the seamstress works on dresses.

'Leyonara, that was very unkind. Prince Aemond and Ser Mesan are not charity projects.' Harmonia says when you try two red with gold necklaces.

Your poor friend must be so confused. 'I didn't ask about them; I asked: what necklace looks better on me? The one with the golden locket or the heart one?' You say, ignoring her comments about the one-eyed charity project or the bastard.

Harmonia sighs. 'I'm serious, Leyonara.'

'Well, hello serious. I'm Leyonra.' You dryly say. 'I didn't come here to bitch about boys. I came here for a nice new necklace that will get me lovers and a new enemy.' You say.

'Prince Aemond is worth your respect. He is your prince. That you are a Lannister doesn't change that at all.'

You feel a bit icky just thinking of that one-eyed silver-haired man.

You decide on the locket. The heart is too soft. You add the Locket to your growing collection of jewellery. There is nothing a good shopping won't solve. 'He is not. I don't know why he is not sent to the wall yet. He is a waste here. He will never be king. Neither will his brother. At least Aegon has two eyes to make up for it.'

'Leyonora! They're our princes. We should treat them with respect-' You feel your lips curl but hide it very quickly when you drop the necklace in a jewelry box.

You turn around to face her and just see how worked up she got from your harmless argument. There is no question or doubt about it. You can read her very well. 'How long have you been in love with that mutilated monster?' You grin.

You try to calm it down but part of you finds it so ridiculous that she of all people fell for that....thing.

You go on. 'You know he will never marry you? He is royalty. He has to marry for his house.' You say, teasing but it works.

'I'm not stupid!' She growls nearly shouting at you. You lean in and grab her by her throat suddenly. You don't choke her, but you want her to understand you.

Your voice is thin as ice and cold as stone. 'Good. Get rid of those feelings. We are not men, dear. We will likely be married off and Aemond isn't exactly an option.' You don't want him to be.

Harmonia's big blue eyes soften.

'It's nice to fantasize, not? I mean...He has become handsome.' She touches a necklace as well. It's a silver one with a big blue sapphire.

You suppose?

You never really thought about him that way. 'He is forbidden. No need to dwell on him. He will only destroy your reputation and bring ruin to your house.' It's for the best to be like that. If you don't reach for the stars you will never fall.

You do see her heartbroken little face and feel bad instantly. A bit. You hope she knows you mean well. 'Come, let's pick a new necklace for you. I heard Aemond likes sapphires. Do you want a necklace? My treat.' She looks at the necklace she has been toying with since you entered this place.

'I'd be so embarrassed if he knew why I'd worn it.' You can imagine. It would be so embarrassing.

But the bigger part of you hates the thought of her holding back because of him. 'Fuck him. If you like to wear it, you wear it. He is the prince, not a god.'

'Alright...'

--

That night you enjoy a nice big cake. In your dream. Shirtless servants feed you and you count your diamonds happily...

Until there is a hard knock on your door like someone tried to personally hurt it. One of the newer servant boys enters and quickly bows. 'Lady Lannister-'

You cover yourself and scream at him. 'By the Seven! Do you wish me to die from a heart attack?!' You scream at him. 'I am not properly dressed! Do you know I could have your eyes poked out for this?' You continue berating him and even grab your golden lion statue that stands next to your bed ready to smash his brains in.

He gawks.

'I'm so sorry my lady, you have a visitor. That's all.' He scurries off.

You sigh. You get out of bed and put on your robe made of golden silk and brush your hair very quickly. You apply some light blush and put on earrings before leaving your room.

Inside your study, two men are waiting for you. You instantly feel the tension rise. One of the two is the charity project you insulted. The other is the brainless drunk you also insulted many times.

Aemond wears his usually black clothing and is busy inspecting your desk. Touching it and everything. You will ask them to clean it later for you.

Aegon waits on your sofa, toying with a pillow. You will replace that, just in case. 'I assume there is a good reason for you two to be here at this ungodly hour of the night?' You speak directly to Aemond. He is easier to insult.

He looks at you.

You hope he looks at your necklace and not your breasts. 'New necklace?' A very transparent desperate attempt.

You scoff, covering yourself even more. 'What do you take me for, a simpleton? Explain yourselves, or I will have you removed.'

Aemond chuckles at your threat. 'Hm. There are rumours you said something very improper about us.' He makes it sounds like you were complimenting them or fawning over them like some smitten girl.

You quickly clear it up.

'Don't flatter yourself, I was just insulting you.' You will not have them think you think of them. No. Not at all.

He blinks with one eye, very displeased. 'That's what I was referring to.' He says. 'Something about...a charity project? Did you know what was said, Aegon?' He asks his brother, but you just know he knows very well.

Aegon thinks, but surprisingly enough, he does remember something. 'Something about you being better off at the wall. How we were both useless, but at least I still had both my eyes. And she called me a drunk.' And so what? Where is the lie?

The other prince smiles sweetly at you, tilting his head a bit. 'Oh yes. That was it, indeed.'

They woke you for this nonsense. You regret not having your lion with you. 'Do you want me to apologise for hurting your feelings? Do you want me to take it all back? Maybe get on my knees and beg for forgiveness?' You suggest, sarcastic and mockingly.

'No.' Aemond speaks firmly. 'We have something else in mind.' You try to ignore the alarm bells ringing in your head and just keep calm. He comes closer and grabs your chin, touching your face when leaning in closer and closer. You feel your cheeks become red but don't pull away. You won't give him that satisfaction.

'What is that, exactly?' You ask, leaning in too so your noses can nearly touch. As can your lips. You can nearly taste the wine he had hours ago and it tastes so good just from the smell.

'Punishment.' You freeze.

'What?' You laugh. 'Punishment? Who are you, my father? My husband? My Septa? You don't decide when I have Punishment. You can't punish me I'm an adult.'

'I am very certain I can and I will. The question is: Will you make this easy and lower your Punishment or will you disobey and add to it?'

You understand finally how serious he is.

You look at his sitting brother. At him. At his daggers. And finally at the door. Aemond follows your gaze but he is never prepared for the kick you give him before running off. Aemond curses before following you.

You scream. A guard opens the door quickly and sees you and Aemond fighting. Well, Aemond dragging you and you just clawing at his face. 'Get him off of me!' You groan.

Aemond stares the guard down. 'I am your prince. Get out of here. You saw nothing. Understood?' He loses his patience and hits you across your face. You knock to the ground and feel your split lip.

The guard nods and leaves. You still scream at him enraged. 'No! You're supposed to protect me! I fucking pay you, you brainless imbecile! You worthless street rat!' Aemond chuckles.

You groan.

'I hate you!' You groan as he pulls your hair. 'I hate you, I hate you!' You don't want Punishment. It sounds scary and very unpleasant.

Aegon chims in.

'You'll accept it sooner rather than later. I think we'll start with a nice spanking to warm up. Then we can think of all the fun and dirty ways you will apologise to my brother and me.'

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Twyin if he saw his ancestor alive and slowly getting closer to two royals.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #dark aemond targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #dark aemond targaryen x oc #aegon ii targaryen #dark aegon ii targaryen #dark aegon ii targaryen x oc #aegon the drunk #brat mc #brattaming #dom Aemond targaryen #dark! #head the warnings #dubcon #possible triggering content #She/her reader #AFAB Reader #DarkFantasy #Possible noncon #Possible gore #Old work

[moonsb1996]

How to write convincingly, part 4

hello everyone ! I'm not dead yet. And come back with the regular series while waiting for MHA to end so that I don't have to write and complain about them again. This time I think We have to talk about the unforgivable mistakes that Kohei Horikoshi made as a writer. (As a writer I felt very insulted) and that was it. “Show, don't tell” > “Tell, don't show” As mentioned above, how are these two things different? As I am a writer These two things are very different. It is the imagination of the reader that will make whatever story you write believable, apart from the history. Character stats when fighting and reasonableness that is still within the laws of the created world Another thing that is indispensable is “Show, don't tell.” So what do you do with it? With showing, don't tell? Let's take a look at the information we have on what to do and what not to do regarding the above topics.

example “UA is Japan's leading hero division school. If you want to be a top hero, there is a strict rule that you must graduate from UA.” From the words above, the general conclusion is that MC or Izuku must go to UA school in order to become the number 1 hero in Japan, and we have seen that there are quite a few pro heroes in the Top 10 who graduated from UA. At least 4 people, but! Out of a total of 10 people, only 4 were from the UA. The remaining 6 were graduates from hero schools, but I don't know where they came from! You see the different numbers, right? If UA were to be a hero school that says It is a true rule to become a top in Japan. There must be more than just 4 students from UA who are in the top 10 in Japan! This is the result of your choice to "tell and not show" when it enters the reader's brain. When we saw the real thing It's a disappointment. Or another meaning is Getting incorrect information

character intelligence oh ! I have to come with these two people. Which is the first person that we all know about: Gray Stu, Bakugo, the beloved son of Horikoshi Kohei, who is revealed to have talents and special powers that are as great as God's blessing. (Excuse me, go pick up the paper bag for a moment.) First thing! You have other characters (Yoyorozu and Todoroki) tell the reader about Bakugou's godly abilities. despite the fact Destroying the enemy's vision It's a very basic method because Izuku uses it too. AKA, do you remember who burned down a commercial district because he was being held hostage? yes ! Bakugo!

Lots of deadly moves But the benefits are the same: bigger explosion + loud random shout. What followed and we saw was the same as before, explosion, explosion, explosion, even though it changed shape until it could shoot like a machine gun. (which I don't know how to do) still had the same effect, exploding. When he went to help the teacher himself (which was only 7 days when he went for an internship, I don't know how a close relationship can be expensive??) it just exploded so loudly that it got faster (and now it's so fast that it follows. Villain drama on Saturday and Sunday. Just in time. I vomited for a moment.) Already upgraded (again?! What the fuck?) The technique is the same as before. Bigger bombs = faster ??? I'm sure Bakugou is really smart. Met a villain Bakugou : Blast you bastard ! People are being held hostage by villains. Bakugou: Blast you bastard! People will commit suicide. Bakugo: Explode. Is this… really a smart person?

Toga Humiko (I Hate You OK), the girl with the cutest smile in the world. The type that when praised becomes A psychotic killer's wet dream which the mouth says “I'm a normal girl.” (Grabs the paper bag for a moment.) Okay…where do I start? First of all, when Ochako knew her name when she entered the camp, if the writer (Horikoshi) wanted the readers to think that she was Really smart killer Who has been through life and death throughout the era of escaping. She…must not reveal her name and surname to anyone outside of LOV. You're imagining it. When you have a database of your special powers that includes your name, surname, address, and parents, when your name is “Toga, this is Toga Himiko!” and “I really “like” blood,” and her victims. (Ochako and Tsuyu) didn't die or lose consciousness. Won't you tell the police this SSR level information? The answer is, you have to tell the police! When taking the information and the case that Toga had committed In the end, it points to the only suspect still escaping, “Toga Himiko (kanji).” Easy, right?! At least the police and heroes know what she can do. And some of the police would definitely know her face. (At least if you check it in your former student register) Even if the people don't know But do you think she's going to walk around invisible without being caught by the police or any hero? Except that the hero and Lazy police actually do their job, but hey! Now the hero is a good person. Police are good people, stop thinking too much! (Grabs another paper bag for a moment.)

bad hero They say there's Endeavor (and I don't deny his badness), but aside from Endeavor, are there any other heroes that appear? We're not talking about MLA heroes, because that's a cult (= villain). Where is the evidence that says there is? Bad heroes live in MHA society. Don't take the words of AM fan club psychopaths who call themselves. The hero assassin is the judge. Where? Where is the evidence or events that indicate that there are bad heroes and corruption in MHA's superhero society? Letting characters talk like this without evidence showing it to readers is okay? And although in the end there was confirmation from Lady Nagant's story, in the past several episodes (Including her story Happened long before the matter of stain) The weight that stains words does not have. It's almost ethereal. Until the reason for attacking Iida's brother He became a crazy person when he saw a person wearing a costume and took a knife and cut him to injure him… Such strong evidence.

Look at him! He's changed! Don't you see it? Wah wah (Hold still, let me throw the bag in my vomit for a moment) By having other characters tell the reader, “He/she has changed,” while their actions remain the same. consistently Look to the edge of the universe, Andromeda and black holes. I didn't see anything substantial.

example Bakugou called out to Izuku with all his might. But in the end, he let out the word Deku until other characters (Izuku) came and said that if it's difficult for you, don't force it, Kacchan (PS, I encountered this incident in X, it's a drama CD) or a legendary scene By throwing a mask and drilling into the MC's brain that everyone saw as a funny joke.

Toga who helped Ochako By direct blood transfusion (Do not clean the equipment or close the wound before taking action) because a world without Ochako I don't want that to happen. Oh! God, she has changed. Did you see that she helped her girlfriend? Even though the truth is “A world without favorite things You have to destroy it.” Ochaco = things you like + don't let the police catch you = make yourself lifeless. Successfully saved Ochako. Everyone will pity and understand me.

Wall of TEXT Ah…what I really hate about reading MHA Volume 34, America, is our villain's struggle to get a new power that ends with an analysis of the enemy's special power in multiple essays. Even though in reality…it doesn't have to be that long. Because throughout the fight that occurred between both of them If you're really smart, you'll be able to read the game from the beginning of the fight (page 5 of chapter 330 and page 7). Page 5: First use of power I saw her hand first. And then she continued. and captured Shigaraki and use her power to do something (I can't remember much) Page 7: Hand holding the laser and continuing talking (again) Do you know what these two pages are telling the reader? Yes! Show, don't tell! which is the same as when it happened at Shigaraki knew that. Aizawa uses his power and his hair floats into the sky. And time will continue to decrease! Does it need to be explained at such length? Are readers like me this stupid? Okay, this is getting long. Thank you for reading until the end.

#mha critical #bnha critical #anti toga himiko #anti bakugou katsuki #Hori is a bad writer

[viatagrinner]

Silvio Ricci. Dramatic Route. Chapter 22.

The King of Benitoite decides to use the girl as a pretext to break the alliance, creating a wild story. Rhodolites/Rhodolians(?) thinks to detain her and hand her over to the other side. MC had no plans to surrender, but she was kidnapped by the tyrant.

Silvio forcibly puts her on a horse.

Now they walk through the woods.

MC: We can still turn back! Please don't protect me!

Silvio: Huh? Don't be silly, I'm not trying to protect you. I just don't like the old geezer's behavior.

MC: Please think of another way!

Silvio: Hey, I thought I told you not to order me around.

Silvio reminds the girl that going against the king's will is like going against all Benitoites/Benitoitians(?).

Silvio: And that old bastard hates the hell out of me.

He might be banished or even executed.

MC suggests that in that case we go back to the castle.

Silvio: How many times do we have to go through this?

The prince ruffled her hair.

There is no way for them to get back to the castle. They are hiding in one of Silvio's hiding places.

The prince has already had fights with his father. So let the girl worry about herself. And he's not willingly helping her.

MC: But if it's not good intentions, then what...?

Silvio just doesn't want Valerio to get the heroine.

Silvio: I'll take you and tame you for the rest of your life.

Though the prince is a good man, MC understands that he sees her as an object.

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Morning.

Office of the Foreign Policy Faction.

Nokto: It seems Silvio has kidnapped MC. Therefore, we will not be able to give her to the King of Benitoite.

Clavis is already ready to run into town and spread rumors about the two lovers' escape.

Luke: You, read the atmosphere...

Rio is standing next to him.

Luke: Rio, don't be sad.

Nokto and Clavis don't seem to feel threatened and are glad the girl escaped.

Rio: It's only a loss for Silvio...

Nokto: Well, as the richest man on the continent, Silvio can profit from anything.

Clavis agrees, for it would be very difficult for them, Rhodolians, to help the girl.

Clavis wonders why exactly now someone has come up with the story that the heroine is an Obsidian spy.

Nokto asks Rio about this, but he is not aware of it. But Gilbert probably planned the whole thing. Clavis wonders why Gilbert would do this. Rio makes the assumption that perhaps no one wanted to touch the MC, but someone [the princes think it was Gilbert] wanted to make Silvio leave. Rio's brother was against trading with Obsidian. He was a nuisance, Gilbert just gave him a chance to eliminate Silvio.

Chevalier: ......

Clavis doesn't understand his brother's reaction.

Chevalier: No? Apparently, this case has gone from a foreign policy issue to a domestic one.

Clavis continues to deal with the alliance with Jade. Nocto and Luke have to distract the King of Benitoite for now, to buy time.

In any case, in Chevalier's words, "the balance between the four countries is about to collapse." And there is a need to capitalize.

Rio gave a speech about wanting to be the one who protects everything MC holds dear, he will create/find a future where MC is happy.

He leaves. Clavis, Luke and Nokto feel sorry for him, because the guy is unrequitedly in love.

Chevalier: Bullshit.

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A mansion somewhere in the mountains of Rhodolith.

This is not how the heroine imagined the refuge. She thought it was a hut. Not a mansion.

Sitting next to Silvio, she takes a meal.

Silvio: "Please enjoy your meal, master," right?

MC: I'm not going to play games with you.

Silvio: Are you still in a bad mood?

Not anymore, she realizes that he helped her. And now the girl is worried about the prince.

She wants to change his mind, but first she has to eat. You can't fight on an empty stomach.

The prince asks MC not to make such a sad face. She decides to parody Silvio.

Silvio: Why did you make that damn angry face?

MC: Doesn't it look like that?

Silvio laughs. The atmosphere has changed.

MC is thinking that instead of going back to the Court, we should solve the problem drastically.

Carlo, the prince's assistant and squire, bursts into the room.

Silvio: Didn't I tell you not to follow me.

Carlo wants to participate and be there for him. Silvio sends him away. But MC notices that they act more like friends with each other than like master and subordinate.

Carlo may be stripped of his status as a royal scholar, but he does not care. He wants to be useful to the prince.

From now on, he will accompany Silvio. As the prince takes his servant by the ear, Carlo tries to introduce himself to MC.

Carlo: I mostly do all sorts of research related to navigation. I consider myself a navigator...

*Rumbles his stomach*.

It's Carlo. MC offers him something to eat.

Silvio gives up. He confesses that he doesn't know what will happen next.

Carlo says excitedly: This is what an unexplored journey is all about.

Carlo is glad that Valerio has been found.

Carlo: Prince Silvio has been feverishly searching for Prince Valerio for three years...

Carlo: Didn't you cry when you found out he was alive? Were you all right?

MC was surprised. Because the prince's reaction to Rio said otherwise.

Carlo wants to say something, but Silvio does not let him, seizing the poor squire's head. He apologizes for the misunderstanding.

Silvio was looking for his brother because of his father. He thought Silvio had something to do with it.

He tells Carlo not to talk too much or he will drown at sea.

MC stands up for Carlo.

Silvio reminds her that her future depends on him.

The girl reminds the prince that he is stuck and stomping around.

Silvio: You're sassy.

But as long as his father is around, there's nothing he can do. Though there is one way he can keep the alliance going, get profit and tame MC.

About the latter is a question. But if there is a way, we should try it.

MC: I'll do what I can.

Silvio: Well said.

Silvio: Then I will take/usurp the throne.

Thus, he will get the throne he has been dreaming of, drop the old man and get the woman.

Silvio's Masterlist

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[iphigeniainaulis]

Summary: nothing important, just my personal opinion on the symbolism of eyes, accessories and the Moon in Ikevamp

Warnings: minor spoilers for all routes, mild spoilers for Shakespeare and Faust

I just want to say that Ikevamp is probably one of the best otome games in terms of character design. So many tiny details, and the more you read, the more hints you actually find. 

Let's take, for example, Shakespeare. The Act 1 suggests that the Bard of Avon is the main villain of the story. He knows about the revival of the Duke of Wellington and Antonio Salieri, plays a major role in Vincent and MC’s separation, helps Gauguin to bring Theo to the cliff where they play cops and robbers and just acts suspicious in Leo’s route. Many routes include this chapter where Comte rushes to Will’s private villa and asks whether he is behind the drama with historical figures being brought back to life.  

However, Act 2 slowly but gradually dents our confidence. Here we get a chance to meet with the mysterious ‘shade’ in church and find out that during all this time Will has been a double agent. As the story unfolds, Shakespeare’s portrayal also begins to change, especially in terms of his attitude towards Vlad’s ambitions and methods used to achieve them. William from Act 1 acts like a mad genius who is in desperate need of a tragedy that can move everyone's heart, and he won’t hesitate to do everything he can to create his masterpiece. But Will in Act 2 reveals the duality of his soul, showing us that behind that mask of evil goodness there is room for fears, questions doubting the fundamentals of his lord’s moral views and actions Will has to perform himself as his agent on the way to building ‘a perfect future’. In Jean’s route, for example, William is genuinely frightened with Vlad using his power to control Gilles de Rais’s mind, driving the former solder to the point of madness, and Dazai’s route proves that this feeling of pure horror further leads to triggering Will’s psychological trauma as he receives the greater vampire’s ‘gift’. Shakespeare’s own route puts an end to Will’s moral searches, giving an answer regarding what side the writer chooses to be on.

The looks and costumes help us to follow the character’s story. The most catching part of Will’s appearance seems to be his famous heterochromia, the symbolism of which has been probably discussed earlier, so I'll point at the key moments. The bard’s right eye is the color of gold while his left eye is crimson red. And for a good reason.

The red color is considered to be polysemantic. In some cultures it is used to describe love, energy and the welcoming heat of fire, in others — it stands for blood which reminds of wars, danger and violence. There is, however, one thing that unites all these feelings, and it is called passion. Passion can give us energy and strength to move forward, but it can also blind us with anger and jealousy.  

Shakespeare is blind both physically and metaphorically. His red eye is blurry with blood as a result of a childhood’s disease, thus he can’t see anything with it. At the same time, William’s mind is obnubilated with the fear of being not good enough — which is basically the main symptom of the impostor syndrome, hence his desire to write the best tragedy possible in order to prove everyone, himself included, that he does have the talent many praise him for.

The other eye is golden. Here my guess is that this color is mentioned as the opposite to the darkness caused by William’s half-blindness. Golden is another word for ‘light’ desired by Shakespeare’s kind side. This bright side of him makes Shakespeare cherish and enjoy his friendship with Vincent (though it still doesn't prevent him from using the painter as the main source of information coming from the mansion). This kindness dictates Will to help MC when she is attacked by those bastards in the first chapters of his own route. And this very gentleness of his heart is a driving force for his inner protest to Vlad’s wish to kidnap MC in Comte’s route. As you remember, Shakespeare obeyed his lord’s command only under the brainwashing spells and later expressed sincere regrets regarding not being able to stop the pureblood.    

The combination of good and evil, red and golden is an allusion to William's connection with both Vlad (whose eyes resemble crimson moon) and Comte (in the prologue MC describes his gaze as ‘spun gold’). 

Why do I mention the character’s costume at the beginning? Because it enables us to answer what side Will is on even without reading his story. 

If we look at the attire of the Evil Trio, we can actually see that everyone wears a small crescent moon shaped brooch — a particular sign of belonging to their secret community.

William doesn't have one. 

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This is where I was originally planning to stop. In spite of it, I got really interested in the meaning behind those brooches, so I decided to delve a little bit deeper. Again, these are only my own speculations. Probably, Vlad’s route contains the explanation, and I'm dumb. But I haven’t read it yet, so let’s continue.

In general, we can analyze the symbolism behind the crescent moon in two different ways, relying on our knowledge of either mythology or heraldry. 

The crescent symbol has been used in various legends as a divine attribute. In Ancient Greek and Roman mythology the crescent moon is said to represent Selene/Luna, lunar goddess, and some stories suggest that the curves of the crescent shape remind the bow used by Diana, the goddess of hunt. In ancient Egypt people honored the moon god Khonsu whose name can be translated as ‘a traveler’ — a pretty interesting coincidence, considering Vlad’s abilities to travel through times and spaces as an immortal vampire and by using the door. Thus, the crescent shaped brooch may point at the pureblood’s divine origins, explaining on of the reasons why other immortals call him ‘the son of God’. 

On the other hand, the brooch can be a reference to Vlad’s homeland. 

This picture illustrates the coat-of-arms of the Hunyadi family from which, according to some historians, comes the coat-of-arms of Wallachia, the region ruled by the House of Draculesti. A black raven is depicted in the center with a ring in its beak. Later on, the Hunyadi coat-of-arms was added with the image of the crescent in the top right.   

This tradition was further fixed during the reign of Mircea I, the grandfather of Vlad the Impaler, though it slightly differed from the original image as we can see the cross occurring in the central part of Mircea’s seal.

The same image was on the seal of Radu IV, Vlad’s nephew, with the moon replaced to the left. 

Not only that, during the period when Vlad was the Voivode of Wallachia he ordered to mint new trade coins. Up until today only two such coins were described in Romanian numismatic papers. This is one of them with the image of Vlad’s coat-of-arms inside the inner linear circle. Inside the first field there is a waxing half moon and a six ray star below it.

Curious as it is, if we overlay the shapes of a moon and a cross one another, we’ll get the image most close to the original version of the Trio’s brooch. 

Nevertheless, I wouldn't dismiss the third idea that the crescent brooch represents fate that brought everyone together in the XIX century. 

To begin with, the moon plays several roles in the game. Visibly, it acts as a mirror reflecting MC’s feelings and inner thoughts. The prologue shows how much she is frightened of the sudden changes in her life and the prospect of not being able to go back home. XIXth century France is dangerous, and this specific view of the world is emphasized with the nature descriptions. That's why in Arthur’s route the crescent moon is written as a ‘gibbering madman’s smile in the dark sky’, in Vincent's route — as a ‘mocking grin’ fueling MC’s anxiety. 

The Moon in Ikevamp universe, however, is often described as a silent embodiment of fate, the theme of which runs through the story like a golden thread. The crescent moon takes the role of a powerful force, guiding MC through the door (in Isaac’s route MC even asks herself, 'Had that moon guided me? Was I under its sway?'), dominating behind the walls of the Musee du Louvre (in Leonardo’s route MC thinks, ‘I wound up in an eventime world ruled by a crescent moon’).

The epilogues of some of the stories contain the scene where MC is shown to enjoy the view of the sky and remembers how the same crescent she saw on her very first night in the mansion was a harbinger of a major turning point in her life. A very clever choice of structuring writing as it allows to logically loop the plot. 

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This is where I need to stop, but I want to say just a few more words about two other members of the Trio. Faust and Charles. What does the crescent mean for them?

Now, I’m not a huge fan of searching for a black cat in a dark room, especially if there is no one there. This is the exact reason why I had to abandon the theory about the link between the brooch and Charles's past as an executioner. It's too far-fetched whereas we have a far more satisfying answer. Wearing the brooch, Faust and Charles show loyalty to their sire. At least, in the case of Charles it does seem true, taking into account his obsession with Vlad.    

But with Faust it's a bit more complicated. 

The central conflict in his route is called 'man against self' or, more precisely, a priest searching for and finding the lost faith. These searches stem from a plethora of moral dilemmas such as the right of a man wearing a cross to rebel against God watching the injustice of the world; the existence of so-called ‘fair sacrifice’ when in order to save hundreds of lives you have to kill one or vice versa.

Faust himself is portrayed as a ridiculously cynical and unprincipled man who doesn't scorn to experiment on corps and sincerely despises any sign of human weaknesses. At the same time, this very man is the one who supplements the citizens with the medicine without taking any money, spends his free time with orphans and despite looking genuinely annoyed cares about their well-being, knowing too well what it's like to be deprived of love and compassion. He’s given up on merciful Heaven because he’s never been a subject of mercy. Still, everyday he goes to church and listens to confessions of his parishioners. 

I don't want to spoil other details of his route, but I think it's of particular importance to discuss MC’s words she tells him in the final chapters. As I understand, their meaning is somehow close to 

‘your hands are what give others hope’

This is such a beautiful and touching way of saying that despite Faust telling her multiple times that he sees no hope in the future, in reality he carries it deep inside his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't see the point in being revived as a vampire and rebelling the very principles of the world’s existence, he wouldn't listen and give a helping hand to the praying people in church, knowing a common belief that a person can to speak to God via priests as his voice on Earth.        

No matter how hard the obstacles were, how painful and lonely he felt, Faust never wanted to lose hope and faith in his abilities to change his destiny by creating a world where everyone’s prayer can be heard. 

How on Earth is the crescent moon involved here?

At this moment you should know I am a myth nerd.

The crescent was associated with goddess Hekate in the Roman Time Period and in Late Antiquity. While she wasn't originally a lunar goddess and a part of the Pantheon, Hekate was still known as the deity of dark magic, medicine and necromancy. Faust, as mentioned before, is attracted to alchemy, pharmaceutical and paranormal studies as well as experiments on the dead. According to the legend, he also used to practice witchcraft.   

Alongside with that, Hekate had an important mission of guiding the lost souls. A crescent, her attribute, was incorporated in many poems and writings as a metaphor for hope that the moonlight gives to travelers as they try to see the road in the darkness of the night. 

So, Faust’s crescent shaped brooch in the game may be another way of proving that in spite of all his bravada and claimed indifference, the truth is he always wears hope on his chest, though he can't see it as he doesn't listen to his heart (that's why the brooch is on the right and not on the left). 

Hope drives him forward, makes him use everything he can —knowledge, experience, will — to create a brighter future. Hope creates aspiration, and aspiration nourishes hope. In fact, this is what brings Ikevamp Faust close to Goethe's character.   

In Part I Scene I: Night there is a marvelous monologue of Faust addressing the moon. 

‘O, may you look, full moon that shines,  On my pain for this last time:  So many midnights from my desk,  I have seen you, keeping watch:  When over my books and paper,  Saddest friend, you appear!’

He wishes to leave the material world he lives in in order to achieve his greatest goal — to learn the irreversible laws of the universe. As he speaks, the moon becomes something more than a lifeless object, it represents his aspiration, distant and difficult, almost impossible. 

‘… And need you ask why my heart  Makes such tremors in my breast?  Why all my life-energies are  Choked by some unknown distress?’   

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[klonoadreams]

...oh god I remember the Unovan one and the chaos that resulted from us talking about it please spread the word of the poor SIOC, the one who suffers from irrational hatred from Pokémon, except for a random Sigilyph, including their starter Sewaddle, and who has N convinced that if there is anyone that shouldn't he around Pokémon it's them for their own personal safety.

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okay, so let's get this straight, because this poor, poor bitch was created due to the many nuzlockes set in the Unova region that I watched on YouTube while I was suffering from a sinus infection in May.

gist of it is

Tumblr has unleashed me from the confines of the previous image limit.

Anyways, Professor Juniper found this poor bastard in the Pinwheel Forest while doing fieldwork. Girl was going through it, suffering from a severe Venipede poisoning...which Juniper thinks induced memory loss.

That's the explanation they're going with until the "memory loss" overstays its welcome, in which everyone (including the Nurse Joy that looked over this kid) assumes they're a runaway, since she had no Pokemon on her and they can't really find anything on her. (basically, everyone just goes hush hush for her own safety - JUST IN CASE)

Goes by Sawyer, because Monster Camp's fuckubus, Sawyer, is VERY gender.

the REAL backstory is that original Sawyer (real name currently unknown) was raised within Team Plasma.

Think Whitley/Whi-two from Pokemon Adventures.

of course, SI OC Sawyer doesn't know about that, because she literally JUST woke up in a way. And to go further into it, she actually DID reincarnate, just she was dormant until the Venipede poisoning brought her back in. So for a good long while, she ALWAYS felt something was off while growing up in Team Plasma, and as a result, always ended up getting punished for it.

Eventually, she saw an opening and took it, but oop - Pinwheel Forest has Venipede AND...WELL...she was certainly there for a while before Juniper found her.

So Sawyer's starter is a Sewaddle that FUCKING hates her. The only reason Sewaddle sticks around is because it's free food and transportation (especially once she evolves). Too add to Sawyer's situation, Sewaddle often ruins her clothes AND absolutely fucking HATES going into the Poke Ball. So Sawyer has to carry her around.

I call this "sawyer and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad trainer experience"

Featuring a Sigilyph that often stares down at her but has never once harmed her, and a Golurk that is one BUENOS DIAS MANDY away from breaking Sawyer's bones.

For the time being, Sawyer has this "aura" to her that makes a good majority of Pokemon hostile towards her - even the Nurse Joy's Audino/Chansey/whatever fucking HISSES at her. It wears off with time, and it's effectively a side effect to the SI OC's awakening creating a dissonance within the body. So until that happens, IT'S ON SIGHT.

(created using this picrew)

Sawyer post Juniper encounter, after she's been cleaned up. gets hurt often and has a current boyish appearance since she effectively got clothes from Touya (I refuse to use Hilbert - he will always be Black or Touya to me).

N often runs into her and accidentally saves her from hostile Pokemon encounter. Touya is effectively the MC, but he's just doing his own thing, so Sawyer kinda shifts into MC status without meaning to.

All because N grows genuinely concerned for her wellbeing after too many hostile Pokemon encounters. And despite the fact that her Sewaddle is on sight, it EVENTUALLY does evolve into a Leavanny.

"Why do you stay, even though they hurt you?"

"Honestly? I don't know... I just...can't think of a day without them in my life."

Calling this fic, With Friends Like These. :V

#ask #gluten free okami #pokemon #pokemon black and white #n harmonia #sewaddle #sawyer (oc) #with friends like these (fanfic) #sawyer and the terrible horrible no good very bad trainer experience #it gets worse before it gets better #long post #i am sorry for what the upped image limit has done to me

[hiramaris]

Dusk til Dawn

Part 3

Summary: Following Episode 9. And spoilers for Episode 10. 

Author’s note: As Episode 10 is just released I just want to say heads up for those who are not yet finished. Completing the game without spoilers really made a difference, and as much as possible I want everyone to experience that. And for those finished, I’ll gladly welcome you to my domain where MC took a different route.

Disclaimer:  I do not own Duskwood or any of the related characters. Duskwood is created by and owned by Everbyte Studio. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Duskwood story belong to Everbyte Studio.

Warning: Mentions of blood, suicide, violence, pedophiles, drugs, gun, murder, sex offenders, kidnapping

Gif by Dmitriy Zhadlun

It’s been a few minutes since the video call was dropped. You remained vigilant, scanning your surrounding with hawk-like eyes for any signs of Michael’s presence outside, phone ready to signal the others if ever the circumstance arises.

Jessy’s presence inside the room gave you a bit sense of comfort knowing she’s safe with you. She’s still busy going over the files, providing updates on her progress.

With each passing minute, a growing sense of unease settled in you.

It’s not that you wanted him to come, but why would he threaten you guys that he’s coming and then not come? It doesn’t make sense.

Actually, why the hell did he even tell you he was coming? He can catch you all off guard without even realizing it.

You’re not sure if he’s dumb or he’s all bark and no bite, but that couldn’t have been possible, he assaulted both Richy and Jessy and even devised a plan to trap you. So, neither option seemed likely.

The bastard is really unpredictable.

That’s why you should be always a step ahead of him. You can't afford to make mistakes right now.

When your phone rang, you were startled a bit. You sighed in relief as you saw Jake’s call I.D. Jessy perked up on the couch with a questioning look. You told her it was Jake and she only nod in understanding and went back to her files.

“Hello, Y/n,” his voice came through the phone. God, he sounded so tired. “Is everything alright with the others?”

“Well, given the circumstances, everything’s as good as it could get. Though they’re valiant as ever.” You replied with a sigh. “Which is good, right?”

“Hm. No man without a face in sight?”

“So far, he’s not here yet,” you replied, your gaze unwaveringly fixed on the window. He’ll eventually come here, and you know it. 

“Anyhow, please excuse my absence, I have good news.” He announces and that caught your attention. The prospect of good news seems a nice change of pace. “Michael did not just receive a signal when he requested the location. He also made himself visible.”

“Wait, really?” You questioned. That only means one thing. “Does that mean we’re also able to trace his signal?”

“Not quite, but with a little more time, that will hopefully be the case. Currently, it is nothing more than a vague trace, but it would probably be worthwhile to follow it further. I might be able to track his GPS signal.”

“That would be amazing, Jake,” you exhaled, a sense of relief washing over you. That way, you’ll probably be able to tell where he’s headed, meaning, you could probably trace where he kept Hannah. This lead Jake got gave you immense hope.

“Y/n,” Jessy called from the bed, her voice drawing your attention. It seemed like she had found something important in her files. “Can you come over here for a sec?”

“Yeah, sure, Jess.” You took one last look outside before going towards her. “I’ll talk to you later, Jake. Keep me posted, okay?”

“See you later, Y/n.”

You took a seat beside her, “hey, what’s up?”

“I just got done with all the files.” She told you, seemingly a bit frustrated. “There are no records on AMC Gremlin. I really looked through every single one of them, and it’s absolutely impossible I missed one. So, either this car was never at the garage or som—” There was a loud thump below the floor causing you to stand up instinctively. It was as if something had fallen or a door was being forced open. “What’s that?!”

“Wait,” you say, ready to investigate the commotion down there. “I’m gonna go and see what—”

“No,” she said with a firm voice. She tugged you back beside her. “Stay here. I’m gonna ask them.”

Just as you were about to sign off, you caught a glimpse of activity from the spy feature Jake installed on your phone. Seeing as they didn’t know you can also spy in their conversations, and you didn’t want them to be alarmed by that, especially Jessy, you decided it would be best to deal this far with her.

Jessy: What was that?

Dan: Sorry

That was me

Cleo: Did something happen?

Dan: I knocked something over

You: Yeah, we heard

Thought it was Michael

Jessy: What happened?

Dan: I knocked over this dumb clothes stand

You: That was quite a scare, old man

I was ready to fight someone

Dan: Haha save that strength for kicking Hanson’s sorry ass later

Anyway sorry for the scare. Y’know wheelchair and all that

Jessy: Whew 😥

Okay then

See you later

They are already uncomfortable with the notion of Jake having access to their private accounts but they don’t know you have access, too.

Their reaction to that fact is unknown and you wouldn’t want to risk it.

“Hold on, Jess. Can you keep an eye on things for a sec? I just need to look onto something.” 

She smiled and said, “yeah, sure,” without any questions.

One of the many qualities you admired about her was her ability to respect your privacy, not prying or pushing, and patiently waiting for you to address things in your own time.

With an appreciative smile directed at Jessy, you settled comfortably on the couch before whipping out your phone once again.

A conversation thread between Dan and Thomas captured your attention, and you couldn't resist reading along. Even though you tried to maintain a passive expression, you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows.

Apparently, Thomas wanted Dan to hand him the weapon, and Dan being Dan, didn’t seem to take him seriously. Thomas argues that if ever things went down, it will be better off in his hands as Dan can’t even move from floor to floor because of his wheelchair.

Either way, you agreed with Dan.

It’s not because Thomas is a wimp, as Dan jokingly referred to him, but you just think he just didn’t have the capacity to use it and pull the trigger if necessary. That weapon is your only chance against Hanson if ever the situation demands it. Besides, being a security guard as per Dan’s story, you knew he at least has experience and knowledge when it comes to using one.

Now, things just escalated as to who brought the gun and Dan is accusing Thomas.

To be honest, you’re not sure who brought it but it’s safe to assume it’s one of the group. It just didn’t make sense if none of them admitted it if its only purpose is to keep you guys protected. But what made you surprised is when Thomas mentioned that the weapon might belong to Hannah’s dad and was supposed to be hidden in the attic. Apparently, he promised Hannah’s mom to get rid of it when Hannah was born but he didn’t. Dan questioned if Thomas was sure if it was the same gun because the idea of the gun making its way from the Donfort’s attic to the cabin seemed impossible.

Which leads to the thought that Lilly might have brought it with her. Dan couldn’t believe it. Actually, neither could you. But you also noticed she didn’t seem to be fazed when Cleo brought it up earlier or you weren’t able to see her reaction because she was behind the phone. 

The two decided to confront Lilly. The gun was left in Dan’s hands and Thomas will be the one to talk to Lilly since he’s the only one who’s supposed to know about her dad’s gun.

And speaking of Dan, he sent you a private chat.

Dan proceeded to tell you about that time when he was thirteen. A guy holding his hat in both of his hands was trying to smile and asked if his mom was home and suddenly turned up at their door. Dan mentioned the guy had a big, white scar on his left hand. He knew him straight away and he didn’t have to introduce himself to Dan. And the huge scar the man got is from the time he got wasted and then slipped with a bottle of beer in his hand. He was aiming that bottle at his mom’s head, fortunately, she was fast enough to avoid it.

Dan: Hey

I wanted to thank you

You: Eh? For what?

Dan: Thanks for taking my side earlier

You calmed the others down

You get brownie points for that

I know I don’t have the best judgment all the time

But you believed in me

And they believe you believing in me

I’ll take that any day

That belief seemed to be the push for them to fight back

And boy

I don’t think I’ve told you already, but we all felt relieved for your ass being here

You: Haha I do have a fine ass

I won’t blame you 😏

But seriously, I feel the same

I want to protect you guys, too y’know?

And we’re gonna kick Hanson’s sorry ass tonight

Dan: Haha we will 💪

Anyway, I’d like to tell you a story

You suddenly realized who Dan was talking about.

His dad.

Dan demanded him to get away from their house and he guarantee nothing if he dare show him his face again and asked for her. But a couple of days later, he came home in the evening, and the guy was on his porch again. This time, his mom is there, covering her face, hiding the black eye he just gave her but not her tears. And Dan being Dan, you knew what he could have done in that situation. That’s the reason his mom has trouble walking which you have been hinted back in his and Cleo’s conversation a while back. His dad pushed her down the stairs just because she put peas in her casserole one evening. 

Damn, you think as you put down your phone.

Dan: Goddamn peas

He never showed up again

And until today, I have no idea if he even knew who I was

And to be honest, I don’t give a shit

You: You really shouldn’t

Guy’s an asshole

Dan: Yeah

The biggest one

To make a long story short

I know what it’s like when you open the door and you’re suddenly faced with a monster

You: I guess you and me both

Dan: Well

I guess we’ll both know how to deal with that kind of monster

Right

I’ve got to go

We don’t want the faceless one to smear his mark on this door too now, do we?

You: Be careful, okay?

Call us when something happens

Dan: Will do

Now you know where he’s coming from. You always believe that everyone has their own reasons why they act the way they do. As a psychologist, you have plenty of cases that you handled and all of your patients there have their own stories to tell.

That’s why you never judge your friends on how they acted. Especially that time when Dan is skeptical about you. You’re a stranger after all, and there’s a risk that you were the kidnapper that time for them, the same goes for Lilly. You were never mad when she released that video. She just reacted like how a normal sister would do, and who are you to be mad about that?

Another notification from your phone attracted your attention.

Now, that made your eyebrow rise. Normally, if he seeks help, he'll direct message you but that's not the case now. He's sent this message to the Group Chat itself. This could be possibly related to what he told you earlier. 

Jake: I need your help.

Cleo: From all of us?

It seems that Jessy is not with her phone you decided to inform her.

Jake: If that is possible, then yes.

Dan: Here we go again

“Jess, I think there’s something we need to deal with in the group chat.”

“Oh,” she took her phone out. “Have any idea what is it for?” 

“Not sure. Anyway, come sit here.” Patting the space beside you on the couch, you added, “I have a feeling we won’t be needing to guard the house for now.”

Though she appeared puzzled, Jessy complied with your request.

You fought back a snort in amusement. 

Jessy: Hey 🙂

You: 👋

Jake: As you all know, Michael Hanson activated location sharing via GPS on Hannah’s phone.

However, that way, he unknowingly revealed a significant weakness to me.

A few minutes ago, I was able to establish a connection with his phone.

Dan: And what does that mean in normal words for us peasants?

"It is now possible for us to access Michael Hanson’s microphone as we wish." Jessy reads aloud from the group chat, her eyes widening in astonishment.

And that made you choke on your own spit. That was possibly the least you expected Jake could have gotten from Hanson’s location. Damn.

Jessy giggles at your reaction but put a soothing hand against your back, patting you softly. With a playful grin, she teased, "Looks like it's safe to say you didn't have a clue about this."

“I only know bits about the shared location. That’s why he called earlier but this is beyond what I expected. Damn, Jake’s good.”

“You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?” Jessy playfully nudged you with her head. At some point during your conversation, you noticed her leaning against your side, her head finding a comfortable spot on your shoulder.  “I have to say, it's kind of adorable. Are you usually like this when you and Jake discover something?” 

Dan: No fucking way

Jessy: 😲

You: Haha vengeance is ours 😈

Dan: Haha you bet it is

Jake: : )

Anyhow, this is not quite what I had hoped for but it should suffice.

You: It’s more than enough. Good job, Jake

Jake: ; )

So.

As soon as I establish the connection, we will be able to hear everything occurring in the vicinity of his cell phone.

Perhaps this way we can outsmart him.

You: Awesome 😁

“I’m just excited. I really try to see everything as an opportunity, and this one is big, Jess.” A wide grin adorned your face.

“Seriously, why does he keep calling me that?” Jessy complains, and you can only laugh at her adorableness. 

Jake: This is where you all come in.

I want all of you to listen and take note of every sound. Both striking and inconspicuous.

Anything could be important.

Any questions?

You: Will we still be able to talk to each other? I mean, in the group chat?

Jake: You can still talk to each other.

I believe conversing among ourselves to be vital.

However, I suggest that you should use only one source of sound for those who are together.

Preferably one phone has its audio muted to avoid any echoes and sound disruption.

This applies to Cleo and Lilly, and Y/n and Jessica.

“Well, it is a pretty name. You can’t blame him.”

“Flirt,” she huffs. It would have been believable if she wasn’t snuggling against you. 

As Jake's chat once again drew your attention, a twinge of guilt nagged at you for being mushy with Jessy when you were supposed to be focusing on the case.

So, you subtly adjusted your seating position, prompting Jessy to do the same. You stretched both of your arms, before grabbing Jessy back to you with your one arm. She let out a surprise “oof,” while your other free hand took hold of your phone.

Now, you can be mushy with her and focus on the task at the same time. You see, multitasking has been one of your vital assets. This way, you don't have to feel guilty anymore.

“We can share, you know?” You whispered against her ear.

Jake: The best-case scenario is that we can find out Michael’s current location.

Any advantage we have over him is unspeakably valuable.

Please increase the volume of your cellular phones.

It would be even better to use headphones, if at all possible.

Jessy: I’m afraid I don’t have mine with me ☹️

You’ve been wearing your wireless earbuds this whole time which is pretty convenient during the ride earlier, plus it’s super stealthy as well since it fits directly into the ear canal. You took off your left earbud and went to proceed to put it on Jessy’s. 

“Why are you getting red? And you’re super warm, too. You, okay?” You ask innocently as you tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear as you put the earbud on her. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” You ask, fearing that your actions might be crossing boundaries. After all, technically, you just met them today, in person that is.

“N-no,” she stammered, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Just... could you please tuck me back in with you? I feel a bit cold."

Your own cheeks flushed in surprise at her unexpected request. "Huh, what?" you managed to utter, caught off guard by her words.

“Omg,” luckily before she noticed, both of your phones glitched in a familiar way like you are being hacked, which makes sense because your phone has been hacked multiple times it doesn’t faze you no more, but you cannot say the same for the others.

Looks like Jake’s ‘Do not be alarmed’ didn’t work. It went like that for a couple of seconds before it went back to the group chat, but the only difference is that there’s some sort of phone icon with a microphone symbol now occupying the upper part of your phone screen, resembling the icon of a voice recorder.

This must be it. 

Truth be told, you saw it’s now starting to connect. Your entire demeanor changed, you need to take this seriously. This could very well be the last lead you’ll eventually have, and this might lead you to Hannah. 

Dan: What the hell?

You: Welcome to my domain 😁

Jake: I will now establish the connection.

“What the fuck...” You whispered, either in amazement or fear, you are not certain. You were about to say something along the lines that you’re sure he’s driving. It’s gonna be either towards here, or to where he hid Hannah. But Jessy went and covered your mouth with her hand and shushed you.

“He might hear us,” she whispered. You wanted to say that’s not how it works but you decided to shut up and listen even more. Jessy began to type something; you guess she’s really afraid that he might notice you guys are eavesdropping on him.

Oh, damn. He went out of the car.

Jessy: What’s that?

What is he doing?

You: He’s in a car definitely

Cleo: You’re right

He’s driving

Dan: I guess we’re his destination.

You wanted to get up and see if he was already here, but you don’t want to miss anything. From the looks of it, it feels like he’s in a somewhat isolated place. His footsteps are very audible, almost like he’s walking on a pile of dried leaves and twigs, you can also hear the howling of the owls and even the crickets. 

He’s definitely not here.

Jake: No traffic.

No people.

You: Damn

Are those chains?

Seems like he’s opening a gate

Your guess is he’s on his way to where he hid Hannah. And based on what you heard earlier, he did keep her in the forest. But where exactly?

“This is so creepy,” Jessy whispered, her voice tinged with a shiver, as she pressed against your side.

You: He went back to his car

Jessy: It looks like he’s getting something out of his car

Pretty sure

You: He might have put something in the car, too

Jessy: You’re right. That’s also a possibility

Dan: He’s in the forest, safe bet

You: Definitely

Seeing Jessy shivering, you instinctively drew her closer to your side. “He can’t do that. Don’t be scared, Jess. I’m here.” You loosened the scarf from around your neck. Gently, you draped it over her shoulders, the fabric serving as a tangible shield against the cold. It doesn’t much compliment your style anyway, and she looks definitely cold. “Warmer?”

Jessy: I’m too scared to even breathe

I’m afraid he might hear me

“Mm-hmm,” she affirmed in appreciation.

Jake: Do not worry. I assure you, he cannot.

“See? He can’t hear you, and he most definitely won’t be able to touch you anymore. I promise.”

“Thank you, Y/n/n,” she sighed. “You always make me feel safe.”

With a small, reassuring smile, you turned your attention back to read the following chats once again. 

There's not much changes to the sound. It still feels like he’s walking on a trail of dried leaves as if—

Dan: So

If I was the killer

Sneaking through the forest in the dead of night

What would I be doing there?

You: Nothing good that’s safe to say

Shit.

Is that what you think it is?

“Oh, my God!” 

What you heard just now...

Dan: What

The

Hell

— is a woman crying. 

Damn. You’re fucking sure that’s...

~~~~~

You: Hannah?!

Thomas: Yes!

That’s Hannah!

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Author’s note: So, yeah, you must have noticed that I turned most chats as verbatim and is used in an actual conversation, and I also left the other chat conversations as is. That’s because, from the first chapter, I made the MC go to Duskwood, which if you already finished the game, is an entirely different route. As I’m still writing this down I am not sure if I’m going to follow the actual ending or not but there’s a chance that I won’t. I also avoided mentioning MC’s gender as I want the readers to feel like it was actually them in the story as much as they are the MC in the game. I also didn’t mention the actual country where MC lives because I want to leave that part out to you. The only thing I probably had control over is MC’s profession which I think I already mentioned a couple of times. 

P.S.: I prioritized this first before my midterms for tomorrow and I haven’t reviewed yet so, I guess farewell for now. 

P.P.S.: All chapters are under beta. That's why you will notice that there are times that there will be some changes in some chapters I already uploaded. Thank you for reading :)

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[hwaightme]

gorrrllll i just finished bang bang. omg what a masterpiece once again!!! like i have no words!!!

first just gotta say paradigm hwa was the perfect fit for this! when you described the fingerless gloves, the slicked back hair… absolute devastation!! paradigm hwa’s got me in a chokehold and tbh i dont mind at all.

before i gush over the narrative, the character development and the ending (which you already know i loved it because… open endings>>>>>>) i want to talk about my fave excerpts!!

DISCLAIMER IF YOU DIDNT READ BANG BANG DONT SPOIL YOURSELF BY READING THIS AND GO READ IT

“He is a cutie, though, aren’t you, Sannie?” smirk gracing his lips, Seonghwa teased the cutie, who, judging by the sheer broadness of his shoulders, could probably snap a person in half with his bare hands. Not that the person would complain since the last thing they would see would be that pretty face… but that was besides the point. 

when she almost deviated from her goal for San… so relatable. we are all like mc. i mean im ready to give it all up for san anytime. and gosh the way he’s so strong and mighty then a small little docile kitten with hwa. ughhh i love this duality so much!!! tbh i wanna own him. i want him to be my guard dog in public and my docile kitten in private <3 (san if you read this give me once chance lol)

“Ah how I missed you saying my name.”

my heart: *instantly melts into a puddle of pure 100% simping*

Do you really think that the judge was benevolent? Fuck… girl, you’re naive. That bastard passes his bank account around the courtroom, you really think he woke up one day and felt like being nice just because? Oh no… 

the way i thought of judge jongho instantly hahaha that made it even better!

but girl this : You stared out at the metropolis through the windshield, registering your beloved criminal’s movements towards you. As you studied the glinting whites, reds and yellows that formed the urban starscape, you could not help but ponder how, out of all the millions of people, in this architectural phenomenon that seemed to stretch on forever, on a day when you were not even supposed to be where you had ended up being, you had run into none other than Park Seonghwa. And as fate would have it, you were naive enough to let him take everything from you. And being the loved up, hypnotised fool that you were, you thanked him for the misery in which you found yourself, because at least he made you feel. With him you were a disaster, but you saw life in colour. With him it was impossible to tell whether there would be a tomorrow, but you could exist in an exuberant today. With him, the everchanging palette of emotion had a canvas to paint on. And tonight, you were going to let the masterpiece create itself.

i literally ASCENDED!!! this is absolutely beautiful! the scenery! the resignation in mc! you can really feel she’s letting go, giving in to the monster! i loved that and the word choice!!!! every single one of them slapped in the face and i said thank you everytime!!!! such powerful poetry! 

ok the main course

i absolutely LOVED the narrative style in this!!!!! i loved how the exposition wasnt linear! how as the reader you kinda had to piece the info and hints together to actually understand what happened between mc and hwa. it was brilliant how you were able to keep me on the edge of my seat wondering what the hell he did to her. and when you finally get it when you piece that he framed her, that he killed her ex for her! it’s a beautiful and complete puzzle ughhh so good. 

and good god the character development!!!!!!! how mc goes from obsessed with revenge, obsessed with him and then resigned! it’s beautiful like as you read you can feel her very soul tearing with each conclusion she makes!!!!!! when she realizes hwa manipulated her fate once again with the dude in the back alley!!!!! and she just turns into a maniac for a second just to touch absolute serenity seconds later!! so gooooddd!

which brings me to the man of the hour!!!! hwa!!!!! i loved him !!!! i loved every wicked aspect of him! i loved that he was obsessed with mc but not really her more like the girl she could be. i love how you stated at the beginning that when hwa wants something he gets it. and what he wanted from mc was to break down the woman she was just to rebuild her into the woman he wanted her to be and he did that perfectly. planning every little detail until she was exactly where he wanted her to be. she became just as crazy as he wanted her. the cold hearted bitch he wanted. someone he could hate and love and love and hate on and on. until he would eventually grow tired of his toy and kill her and she accepted this fate she decided to own it ughhhh i love desperation so much <3333

AND THE ENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH that was legit my reaction!!!!!!

when mc said “didnt you say you’d keep my hands clean…” i was like omg nooooo bai is about to go there isnt she ???????? then she continued with the questions and i was just screaming!!!!!!!!!! and i just know hwa knew that he succeeded!!! he knew he transformed her!!!! i just know he had the biggest boner hahaha and the fact that throughout this masterpiece you depicted him well enough that we KNOW he could do it!!! he could just take the gun to his head and shoot because he’s that crazy!!! that would be the ultimate test for mc! framing her for his own murderrrrrr omgggg im foaming at the mouth like a rabid racoon because im going completely crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

it was so good thanks bai for this once again!!!! it was perfection !!!!! you’re so so good it’s crazy!!!!!

AAAAAHHHH CAT!!!!! Thank you so very much for your time, for sharing this space and for this beautiful review oh my goodness ;~; <333 I am out here melting into a puddle of joy ;~; (also completely agree with you there, paradigm Hwa is… something else… really…)

For the main course <3 :

Honestly you mention this just as I am currently on a little bit of a san brainrot wave, and this is hitting different – perhaps the signs had been there even earlier and I was either in denial or oblivious to them lol; Both mc and Seonghwa try to act all ‘cool’ and smooth, be it to inflict wounds of jealousy or desire, or to present an odd version of nonchalance either way they are on interesting terms~ Ahahaah and the way I was thinking of Jongho when writing that part you mentioned~~ corrupt judge Jongho is pretty much canon so it had to be done~

;~; please you are too kind, thank you from my whole soul <33 Imagery is something that I enjoy quite a bit, since I would say I am a visual person generally and need to imagine how things look like to understand them, so I am really really glad that this flowed for you and was even… POETIC!?!?! Pls I am ;~; <33

Aaaah I am really happy that you liked the narrative style <3 I wanted to try my best to keep to a more ‘show’ rather than ‘tell’ style here, since there is more dark aspects to the story, crime/mystery tinges here and there (at least attempts at them), and I wanted the ‘what in the world happened’ to be hanging above the character’s heads like a sword, and then come together as these memories, that betrayal, the intensity of it all comes flying back. <3 And dfkjsglfsdf please I bow to you, am on my knees, bless you, really; thank you so much for your words on character development ;~; <3 I wanted to interlace emotional development (or turmoil lol) with the narrative itself so I am just incredibly glad that you enjoyed that!

Oh my goodness I am genuinely speechless, thank you ;~; It was a challenge to try and depict Seonghwa in a villain role (especially when constantly seeing updates on SNS and edits etc of him being literally the softest sunshine ahah) so really I am grateful that you liked his character in Bang Bang <33 At the end of the day, mafia!Hwa does not love, and if he does, it is the idea that he has crafted in his head, and will stop at nothing to bend the foundation (aka the person) to fit said idea. He wants to see people break, and he wants to be their demise and then their creator. And then, decide exactly when their time has run out. Effectively, he loves control. He desires nothing more than to take it away from others. Really I am just elated that you enjoyed!!!!! <33

Cat I am so so happy that you enjoyed the ending and the way in which mafia!Hwa’s character has been set up and grew to be the man, the monster, who actually could play into this ‘final request’ and potentially still win in some sense, or at least have his final thought be that he did. Also, while writing this I had the notion of the ‘sunrise’ and what that time of day means kind of replaying in my head, since if such an event (that is implied) is to occur, it could be seen as redemption, it could be seen as a new chapter, or it could be seen as an eradication of darkness (but who is it that perishes?). Overall the ending was in some ways a surprise even for myself, because initially I had one avenue planned out, and then… well I guess the two characters in the Rolls Royce steered themselves in another direction (and ahah I am right there with you in terms of open endings – closure? What? Huh? Lol)

Again, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your kind words, for the time that you took to read and to respond, and generally for being such an amazing person <3333 Much love<3

#hm/asks #hm/bang bang #cat <3

[thecapturedafrique]

KTAW: Day 4—Origins/France

So the reason my entries for KTAW are coming in late is 100% the fault of the French lineage I created for Joëlle, which took days upon days upon DAYS of research. As such it involves a lot of real historical elements; however, if the first instance of the character’s name is bolded and does not have a link, they’ve been invented by me (Choices characters excluded). I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor!

Tagging @kiaratheronappreciationweek and the gracious hosts @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes!

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On her mother’s side, Kiara is descended from Syphax and my ACoR MC Tamara, who after the events of the series traveled back to Gaul to rebuild their tribe

Tamara was from the Vidubagaud, the name I invented—which loosely translated means “wood fighters”—for the fourth pagi of the Helvetii, who in my HC later formed in part the bagaudae from which the House of Blois descends

Touraine—the traditional name of the French region from which Joëlle hails—first passed from their house in 1044 CE when Count Theobald III was forced to exchange the county for his freedom, but he did later gain Champagne

The House of Blois ended when Queen Joan I of Navarre married the king of France, and Champagne was absorbed into the royal domain

In 1326 CE as a result of her affair in France with Roger Mortimer, Joan’s daughter and English queen Isabella of France gave birth to a bastard son named Cyril just before returning to England

Cyril was left to be raised by his uncle the French king Charles IV, who came to consider the boy his own son, legitimizing him as a prince du sang (“prince of the blood”) and giving him the surname “du Blois”

The two-year-old became helpful in securing his cousin King Phillip VI’s claim to throne after Charles IV’s passing, as he was the latter’s nearest male blood relative next to King Edward III of England

Though Cyril stayed unacknowledged as a legitimate heir to the English throne, he was still a threat to his older half-brother’s reign, and thus their mother Isabella was not permitted to visit him

While he was kept out of courtly life to discourage any desire for the throne and for his own safety, Cyril was educated alongside Phillip VI’s heirs as the king’s ward

When Cyril reached 14, the War of the Breton Succession began, and he was sent to attend the University of Paris, where he studied at the College of Navarre which his grandmother had founded

Upon his graduation with a Master of Arts, Cyril came back to court and was granted the County of Champagne as an appanage (Touraine having become a royal dukedom)

Centuries later in 1533 CE, while attending the wedding of his half-sister Catherine de Medici to Prince Henry II, Alessandro de' Medici fell in love with Sabrina du Blois and eloped with her back to Florence

Their marriage was a direct violation of Alessandro’s engagement contract to the Holy Roman Emperor’s daughter, a contract which had been signed by his uncle Pope Clement VII

Seeking the support of the Papal States in his war for Italy against Spain, King Francis I annulled the marriage, only for the Pope to shortly die afterwards

Sabrina initially refused to return to France until she learned that her former husband had already had a child with his favorite mistress; unfortunately, she herself was already pregnant, and she died giving birth to their son Thibault in 1534 CE

Her father the Count Champagne sought the king’s approval to have his grandson legitimized, arguing he was conceived while their marriage was still valid, but the scorned Francis I refused

The count didn’t give up there and instead tried to ingratiate Thibault with other members of the royal family, specifically his aunt and the new queen Catherine under the guise of needing a mother’s guidance

However, though she came to adore her little nephew and took him in once his grandfather passed, it is her husband’s mistress who held sway rather than her, and thus Champagne became absorbed into the royal domain once more

Seeking to regain his title and his family’s honor, Thibault joined the navy and became a maritime captain, but he set his sights on the east rather than the west

At the age of 19, he was put in charge of the raid of the tidal island south of Pontios (the island on which Cordonia is located) in 1553 CE by his request, which was only granted as the Ottoman-French forces believed the island was uninhabited

This was an incorrect assumption, as after the Mali Empire’s capital was invaded in 1546 CE, members of the Keita Imperial Dynasty had fled to Pontios along with a good portion of their people and settled on its southern tidal island, where they built the hidden city Tawunta (“protected with a charm”)

Upon finding Tawunta, Thibault fell for both the beauty of the primeval temperate rainforest and the beauty of the mansa’s daughter Fatoumata

With Cordonia in the midst of a civil war in which Ottoman is involved, Tawunta’s mansa accepted Thibault’s proposal for Fatoumata’s hand, and thus the island became the French colony Cormery Isle

This success lead Thibault to be legitimized and made the governor of the new colony, and he was later invited to the French court along with his family by Catherine in 1563 CE, who as the Queen Mother to King Charles IX now had great authority

Her invitation was part of her attempt to revive loyalty to the crown, and Thibault impressed the court with the riches of Cormery Isle along with his beautiful wife, who is dubbed la princesse noire (“the black princess”)

Catherine was finally able to grant the County of Champagne to her nephew and former ward, and his son Ebrima (known in French as Abraham) later went to Paris to be educated

In order to help further establish the Peace of Saint-Germain-en-Laye, Lord Abraham is sent to Navarre’s royal court as a suitor for Catherine de Bourbon; she showed no interest in him, so he wound up becoming good friends with her brother Henry III instead

In the wake of the St. Bartholomew’s Day Massacre, Abraham helped to ferry many Protestant Frenchmen to Cormery Isle and eventually assisted his friend in escaping the French court in 1576 CE

When this was discovered, Thibault’s countship and governorship were both revoked, as he stood accused of aiding and abetting his son’s crime

However, 13 years later when Henry nominally became King Henry IV of France, he granted Abraham the Duchy of Touraine for his steadfast friendship, recognizing both him and his father as princes du sang (the highest rank in court after the immediate family of the king)

Both Henry and Abraham had to battle to claim their lands, but Paris could not be taken; it was Abraham who eventually convinced Henry to convert to Catholicism with the famous phrase, “Paris vaut bien une messe,” or “Paris is well worth a Mass.”

With the new influx of French settlers along with Cormery Isle now being overseen by the older/larger French colony Auvernal, Fatoumata led most of her people to accept her son’s offer to settle in his new duchy, and thus Touraine became home to the first predominantly Black settlement in France

Though they had the king’s favor, the court did not look too fondly upon House du Blois, mostly due to jealously-fueled racism; their admiration of Fatou turned to scorn now that she was their equal/better, and her new nickname became an insult: la princesse grenouille (“the frog princess”)¹

The family continued to have the favor of the crown even after the passing of Henry IV, as Thibault’s youngest granddaughter Joëlle (the namesake of Kiara’s mother) was a favourite and beneficiary of Marie de’ Medici, the regent of France

Unfortunately, they lost much of their influence when she was unseated in 1617 CE and exiled to Loire by her son King Louis XIII, whose principal minister Cardinal Richelieu ordered all fortified castles razed in the same year slavery was made legal, thus weakening the French nobility’s ability to fight back

Working with the Duke of Brittany, the next Duke of Touraine managed to help Marie escape her exile and joined her in the second war against her son; thought they lost, they were forgiven by the king

House du Blois protested greatly against France’s expansion of their slave trade; in response to the Code Noir, they took up the fleur-de-lis² as their charge and regularly bought slaves from the colonies to be freed once they set foot on French soil

By the French Revolution, the Duchy of Touraine had been passed down to a cadet branch, the House Condé, who in pursuit of their goal to abolish slavery managed to keep their title (and their heads) by joining the Third Estate’s National Assembly

Unlike other nobles, their family did not seek out advantageous matches but rather matches within their community, and as such remained visibly Black into modern day (with Kiara’s maternal grandfather Aaron Condé being the current duke)

Notes

This nickname—coupled with how Fatou was heavily involved in rebuilding Tours following the French Wars of Religion—is why in my HC, she serves as one of the inspirations for the Disney Princess Tiana’s character.

The Code Noir stated that runaway slaves would be branded with the fleur-de-lis; it was chosen by House du Blois to openly declare their stance against slavery and because it would be considered an affront to the monarchy, as the fleur-de-lis has been historically used by French royalty.

#playchoices #the royal romance #trr #kiara theron #kiaratheronappreciationweek #ktaw #ktaw day 4 #head canons #aaron’s surname from kiki’s previously posted character page has been changed to reflect joelle’s new ethnicity (fula->mandinka)

[nonbinarv]

📃💔🍀 ^^

📃 - lu is a webcomic alternate universe of loz! it started off as a series of drawings the creator did to differentiate the different links of the games and kinda spiraled from there into a links-meet, and that started as different drawings which then culminated into a storyline. so far: each link found a dark portal in their own eras and, in typical link fashion, chose to enter it. cue meeting with 8 others for an unclear purpose and just kinda vibing for probably around a few months. stuff happens in the form of black-blooded monsters that are more powerful than regular ones, monsters appearing in the wrong eras, and a mysterious creature called the shadow. it's the best lead our heroes have, especially after watching it create one of the same dark portals that they went through to meet up in the first place, so they decide to follow it.

the new era is an odd one because there are no heroes. there haven't been any great disasters that needed saving, and anything we are able to get from people, they dismiss stuff like the triforce and demon king as myths. so that's unusual for all considering. you know. all the firsthand experience with that sorta stuff- anyways from there another encounter with the shadow leads to its shapeshifting capabilities being displayed, as it goes from a lizalfos to an iron knuckle. in this new form, it attacks twilight, whose so heavily wounded that he believes he's going to die. this leads to turmoil within the group, multiple bouts of infighting (four after a confrontation with wild, then four and wind against legend in an argument about the master sword), and general emotional turmoil. but twi heals! he gets better. the last main story update left off with sibling bonding moments, everyone being very relieved about twi being okay and saying that they can't lose a single one of them- things still being broken a bit with all the tension from before but on the mend, displayed by four holding a (shattered) sword they had made for wild and saying "i've got to fix something. i think this is a start." right now it's at a relatively happy part ^w^ still a lot of plot left but it's been really strong and impactful so far

💔 - okay so. i don't have a least favorite in the chain. most of the side characters i don't dislike. even the shadow (most likely dark) who almost killed twi i'd be okay with an eventual redemption arc perhaps (not that i think there's gonna be one or not, i'm just side glance at shadow fsa here). so it was kind of hard picking a least favorite.

however. it actually wasn't because there is one. this bastard likelike. zel won us that shield!!! she could have gone with either of the other prizes but instead she chooses the tiny shield because she thinks it's adorable and "doesn't this shield suit you perfectly?" at us and. this motherfucker tries to eat it. yeah it's easy to get your stuff back but not allowed that's our stuff the stuff zel got especially for us ;-;

🍀 - i kin red from lu!!! in loz terms this equates to 5 whole people actually since lu consolidated hero of men, minish cap link, and the 3(/12) heroes of the four sword into one guy (four). even then though i feel no connection with the hero of men (i don't have red memories but based purely on the vibes and how right things feel one way or another the hero of men was our predecessor whose story we loved as a kid and then perceived in a different light when we were older and after going through the whole hero thing ourselves). i also feel pretty distanced from fs red versus fsa red but that's most likely just because fsa is a lot more developed than fs i feel in terms of plot stuff (even excluding the manga which adds actual differences between each besides voice pitch). so in loz terms i mainly id with minish cap link and fsa red (plus palace of the four sword from a link to the past but that's another story). and for comfort characters… the whole chain from lu of course, smith and ezlo and zeffa from mc, zelda from mc and fsa, and shadow from fsa ^w^ vaati too to a certain extent- he brings me joy but also it's like. bastard in the affectionate sense with turning zel into stone and everything y'know

#answered #tysm <3

[tegami-kagami]

Robb Stark Fanfic Idea

Time Travel AU with a twist

I've been wanting a "Robb Stark time travels to before King B comes to winterfell" fic but so far, though there is a famous fic of that premise, I have not found one that actually follows Robb. So I thought, why not just brainstorm my own.

Disclaimer though: I don have the time to write so this will just a plot construction essay.

Normal Time Travel fics has the main character waking up in the past (commonly for unexplained reasons to be revealed in later chapters or never at all) and use their future knowledge to change upcoming events. While that is interesting, its too predictable and not dramatic enough for me, especially since I've read a lot Time travel fics featuring Jon and having Robb be the MC instead would still open a very similar premise to those with Jon as the butterfly changes would still come from Winterfell.

So my idea would be Robb going back in time after his death in the Twins with all the memories he has of his first life. The twist is, it would not be as a Stark in Winterfell but as child from one of the other main Westeros houses

Here is how it will go;

It starts off with Robb Stark in his 1st life. He is the King in the North, the Young Wolf, War Prodigy and the eldest son of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully.

In this original timeline, Robb Stark meets his untimely end in the Twins where House Frey had colluded with House Lannister and House Bolton to massacre Robb and his household which would then mark the end of the "War of the 5 Kings". This act would eventually be called the 'Red Wedding' but Robb would not be alive to see it as he died in the feast hall with 4-5 of arrows on his body and a knife plunge into his chest by Roose Bolton himself.

Amongst the souls of his Ancestors, Robb would awake and meet a giant she-wolf who greets him and offers him a deal. She would offer him a 2nd chance at life. Another chance to go back in time and right the wrongs of his 1st life, to save the family he was unable to save.

Robb would ask what is the price he has to pay. He figured the she-wolf was an emissary of the old gods and Robb was taught that for every miracle from the Old gods, there is always a price to payed. The She-wolf replies, "You're house."

Confused, Robb asks the she-wolf to clarify.

The she-wolf says that Yes, Robb would be able to live again. Near the year be was born with all the memories of his first life intact but in this 2nd life, Robb would no longer be a Stark. Fate will choose another family for him and it is in that household that he will grow up again. The price is Robb's position in House Stark. If Robb chooses to accept this deal, Robb Stark, the First born and heir of Eddard Stark will not exist and will never have existed."

Robb was conflicted but he knew, deep down, that he could not pass up another chance to right the mistakes he made. As far as he knew, Bran, Arya and Rickon were dead, Jon was a sworn brother of the night watch, Sansa was married to a Lannister and with his death, so too did House Stark. With this 2nd chance, House Stark would live again, even if its without him. His brothers, sisters, mother and father would be whole and alive again in Winterfell. Though pained that he would no longer be apart of that family, Robb decides the sacrifice is worth it and accepts.

Thus with power of the Old Gods of Westeros, a new timeline in the asoiaf universe is created where Robb Stark never existed and House Stark gets another chance to play the game of thrones.

Ok. So that is the premise

Now the real excitement begins in choosing which household Robb can be reborn into.

(A) Baratheon - Robert & Cersei's unnamed firstborn

(B) Lannister - a bastard son of Jamie or Tyrion

(C) Arryn - Lysa and Jon's trueborn son

(D) Martell - little brother to Arianne

(E) Tyrell - twin/brother to Marguery

(Note: Edmure isn't old enough in 283 AC to have a child so Tully is disqualigied and Robb being Greyjoy would just lead him back to Winterfell so that house is also disqualified)

Any Robb fan out there that wanna brainstorm ideas with me for this premise?

#robb stark #asoiaf #time travel #got fanfiction #house stark #different house #game of thrones #Jon Snow #catelyn stark #ned stark #Sansa Stark #bran stark #rickon stark #arya strak

[slutforsmutxx]

ACOTAR SERIES SPOILERS!!!

TW: Sexual Abuse, domestic abuse, child abuse and death

So the “interconnected-mates-theory” that has been circulating in the acotar fandom has literally blown my mind to pieces and is opening so many doors, you guys have to hear this.

CHARACTER PARALLELS BETWEEN DIFFERENT MATE PAIRINGS

If you don’t know what I mean:

Cassian / Feyre

- both had absent emotionally/physically absent parents

- Lost their Mothers early on

- had to basically fend for themselves at some point throughout their childhoods

- both lived in extreme poverty

- use humour to cope with problems

- were abandoned emotionally or literally

- looked down upon by some people. Cassian is a considered a ‘brute’ and ‘bastard born’. Feyre was the looked down upon from what her family had once been and how they were when in immense poverty, they mocked her and laughed in her face.

- both have a glowing happy gryffindor (by that I mean like the mc type beat) type of beauty

Nesta / Azriel

- had some level of a controlling (in a traumatic sense) parent

- deep rooted self loathing and hate

- Both wish they could go back and change things with a parent. Azriel would protect his mother from abuse and Nesta would try to save her father

- distant and cold

- feel out of place at times. Azriel feeling left out of the whole archeron sisters and bat boys relationship saga thing. Nesta seeing everyone move on and start healing their trauma while she feels left behind

- both have some crazy ass cold rage thing goin on

- feel disgusted by themselves in some ways. Azriel and his insecurity about his scarred hands. Nesta and her disgust in herself for letting her father die and in turn punishing herself

- dark humour lol

- both have a ‘found family trio’. Azriel has his bat boys and Nesta has her Valkyries

- both have a cold dark sharp beauty and attractiveness

- really clever, intelligent and very perceptive and observant

Rhysand / Gwyn

- Both experienced SA

- Both suffered SA to save others. Rhys saved velaris from amarantha and Gwyn saved the children by distracting the hybern soldiers

- were left with deep rooted trauma

- both had sisters who were murdered

- absent parents

- created their own ‘found family trio’ Rhys has his bat boys and Gwyn has her valkyries

- extravagantly coloured eyes, teal and violet

- both are half breeds. Rhys is half fae and half Illyrian, Gwyn is half fae and half river nymph

- both had to watch someone they loved/ oooor mates? Love someone else. Rhys watched Feyre love Tim-Tam (Australian chocolate biscuit:) and gwyn may have to watch Azriel love Elain

- Both saved from SA by their mates before any romantic interest had fully formed, basically the beginning of both of their love stories. (Gwynriel are not confirmed mates but let a girl dream ok?)

- they both have a playful and flirty presence/demeanour

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OK, now. What I meant by ‘doors opening’ was Gwyn and Rhys!

We’ve seen a really strong sibling bond form between Cass and Feyre that in my personal opinion, is really similar to what is growing between Nesta and Az, to support this:

I mean c’mon out of EVERYONE Azriel was the only one who gave Nesta a gift at the party. AND MISS GURL DID NOT HESITATE TO ATTACK AZRIEL with physical public affection. Like, NESTA AND AZ of ALL people, the two least affectionate characters hugging?!

*if that doesn’t support this ion know what does*

AAAAND, just because I cannot let go of this platonic nezriel thing, Nesta made herself vulnerable enough to show Az that she cared when he stood off to the side at the party. And we know the she probably wouldn’t have done that for Feyre back then.

SOOOOO

back.to.the.point :)

I can’t wait to see not only Az and Gwyn heal together, but also see

Rhys help Gwyn feel safe and comfortable around the city again. See Rhys enforce her safety, and possibly give us a little bit about Rhys’ own sister, maybe a name at least? gahdam MAYBE EVEN SOME GWYN NYX SCENES, idk maybe to emphasise on Rhys trusting Gwyn like a sister eventually:) oooo and undoubtedly some Feyre and Gwyn interactions

This tiktok fully inspired me to make this post and I adore how in depth all of her tiktoks are!! I recommend her videos if you’re obsessed with the aCoTaR Series :))

#gwyneth berdara #prythian #nesta archeron #nesta #deathlord #lady death #cassian #azriel #nyx acotar #azriel shadowsinger #general of the night court #illyrian #mates #acotar #acowar #acofas #acomaf #acosf theory #valkyrie #velaris #night court #cauldron #tiktok #booktok

[satans-left-asscheeky]

Three step programs to help get your favorite fallout companion to love you / become your little bitch

Part three.

Piper

Is your Piper finding it hard to enjoy her usual shenanigans? Is your Piper experiencing the a dreaded writers block and lack of motivation? Is your Piper struggling to balance working a full time job, travel with her trusty dusty Blue popsicle and be a big sibling/full time parent to her little sister? Has your Piper been in a withdrawal of sorts after spending an ungodly amount of time in the diamond City slammer thanks to the corrupt government run by the shiny freshly packaged life meddling fuckers known as the institute? Lucky for you this three step program will help get your Piper back to her nosy reporter kick-ass bad bitch self!

Step One: Mayor Mcdonough? more like mayor Mc-done-for! It must have taken the institute a long ass time to make not one, but two faces for him! Kill the fuck outta the cowardly double crossing pretentious douche bag!

Step Two: You wanna know what would help your Piper? No more late night abductions! take the fight to the institute by any means necessary.... (besides the BOS ofc)... Why tf do they even replace people? Probing? Dissection?....... news flash institute normal people have this thing called a heart! who tf knows why the creeps prey apon the people of the commonwealth. What your Piper does know is their gonna need an ass transplant once her foot is done with em.

Step Three: Okay so this might sound totally domestic (and less violent cuz damn that sounded like a bad psycho trip...) compared to the last two steps, but something that will totally help your Piper is.... A writers nook. Filled with real printing supplies. Old world novels, or even better creating new world novels with your Piper! One of the many things that historians claim makes a "civilization" is the production of unique works of literature (or something like that don't sue me if I'm wrong I'm quoting my freshman year history teacher and a bitch snoozed in that class) ... so technically, though a soft approach, your helping pave the pathway to a better future one line at a time.

(We can not be held responsible for any offensive news articles your Piper may write once she has her mojo back. If your Piper is experiencing an increased number of threats please contact your local Cait to open up a can of whoop ass)

Nick

Does your Nick have a case of depresso espresso that he just can't seem to solve? Is your Nick a melancholy mix of man and machine still trying to find his way in life after approximately 80 years of mixed experience? Is your Nick obsessing over fixing other people's problems to avoid his own? Is your Nick screwing his dang hand at the most inopportune times? (Like dude when a we're playing chicken with a super mutan suicider is not the time to screw your damn hand! Fucking Lydia had more tact than your ass) Luckily for you we have just the evidence you need to close the case on your weeping widow tin man!

Step one: Go on the annoyingly long hunt for all of Eddie Winters encrypted holotapes. Once every nook and cranny of every police station in massachusetts has been searched go kill the fuck out of that murdering bastard! You know what they say.... "If you can't fill the hole in your aching neon heart blow a hole in someone else's!"

Step two: Sarcasm galore! The more sassy the better! How can you be a saddy if your sassy? No but seriously witty remarks are your Nick's love language.

Step three: Generosity. Though it may be true the wastland will never be able to go back to the utopia it once was, but you and your Nick will be damned if you don't die trying to make the world a better place. If one small act of kindness is all your Nick is rembered for then he did well in life. Even if that means that act of kindness was giving Sheffield a damn nuka-cola.

(Okay so I'm not sure how I'm gonna be able to live with myself knowing that I'm the reason that this exist... Please forgive me for I shall never forgive myself.... okay but seriously why does the after look like my ex....) Ps I never noticed he had a cute chin dimple/dent before... I love it so much! He's so adorable.

Preston

Is your Preston still haunted by the series of unfortunate events that followed him from quincy to concord? Is your Preston suffering from survivers guilt and rain? Well have we got just the thing for you!

Step one: Find some way to control the weather! How can your Preston ever be sad if it's never raining?

Step two: Take your Preston on villager saving sprees! Rebuild the entire commonwealth.... it would be rude and inconsiderate of your Preston to even think about being happy when all those settlements still need your help.... what better way to remind your Preston of the good little sunshine boi he is than taking care of that settlement over there..... lemme mark it on your map for you!

Step three: Put a stop to all the meanies of the commonwealth.... Raiders demanding resources from settlers? gotta die. Super mutans eating settlers? gotta go. How can your Preston truly be happy if even a single living breathing soul in the commonwealth isn't? Your Preston has a big fat bleeding heart on his sleeve.... but hey the second you showed him any kind of human decency he clung onto you like a piece of raider stuck in a deathclaws teeth.

(We can not be held responsible for all the settlements that will be marked on your map.... But hey at least it's not raining.... babe!)

Hey so not gonna lie I could keep this in the draft and edit it for the rest of eternity, but at this point I think it's time to stop obsessing and post lol. Hope you enjoy or at least tolerate it like me!

Part 1

Part 2

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout shitpost #fo4 companions #fallout 4 companions #nick valentine #fo4 nick valentine #fallout piper #fo4 preston #preston garvey #piper wright #fo4 #fallout companions

[elysianfiction]

Ummm how about 💓 and/or 💘?

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

Julian: if we're talking everyday things, then definitely a good deception game. For someone who despises liars, he sure does enjoy fucking up with people who deserve it. Be it a simple mind game or a full operation "get in, bamboozle the target, get the stuff, get out." Adrenaline and danger, basically.

If we're talking romance, then he's a big stupid softy for MC's smiles and that's when the first oh oh realization pops up. One moment he's laughing, the next he's got a hand over his mouth and his cheeks are flushed.

Anastasia: thankfully for Ash's peace of mind, she's not an adrenaline junkie like Julian. Although, she does enjoy quite a lot one upping her "opponents" during debates regarding heavier subjects. "Soft little princess can't possibly know how to deal with xyz" and then she politely and clinically blasts their asses off by dealing with xyz.

On a romance note, she's a sucker for actually sweet gestures like touching MC's arm as they take a walk, saying goodbye with a kiss on her hand but it's MC and not some slimy bastard trying to win points.

Nyx: hunting with Fenrir, as simple as that. They don't even have to do anything at all, but just rushing through the forest on the back of her good giant fluffy boy is enough to bring a smile on her lips. A good fight makes her excited too, she's got a thing for danger like Julian, but it's a distant second to that liberating feeling.

Romantically speaking, she gets the dokis whenever she catches sight of MC in their element, being on the battlefield or just in the planning phase. She's got a thing for competent people. Like yeah yeah, tell me how we're going to obliterate them again? 😳

Ronan: the everyday thing is spoilery because you haven't seen Agartha yet, so I'll have to skip that part for now.

Romantically speaking, however, I can safely say that whenever MC touches him casually—as if they've known one another for years, without the fear most people permeate around him usually—well that's his oh oh moment. That's when he knows for sure something is happening and he needs to... think about it... Very intently.

The High Priestess: I'll keep the secret ros short because I'm afraid to say too much, but normally speaking she gets a kick whenever there's something new to try and she gets it done and over with without too much trouble. She knows she's strong and she relishes that.

Romance wise, she kind of loves when MC offers to help her do certain things. Doing stuff together is very new for her.

The Hanged Man: this is where I have to keep quiet because I can't think of a single thing that's not highly HMM and I don't know how to get around that... But, romantically speaking, touch is the most important factor.

He's not used to it and once you get a taste of it you'll crave it all the time.

The Magician: they love chaos and they love creating chaos. I'm so looking forward to finally write them in game, you have no idea. They might be a little unhinged but honestly that's how I like them best.

When it comes to MC anything makes their heart flutter. There's no favorites and least favorites, just MC.

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

Julian: traits (honesty, a good dose of flirting/teasing even though you've been married for 84 years, indefinite hours of your day to cuddle in bed when he's feeling cranky.)

Does he believe in love at first sight? Yes.

Anastasia: traits (patience, a willing ear when she needs to rant about stuffy nobles and a signature on a contract which says I won't run away even if Ash shall test my patience.)

Does she believe in love at first sight? No.

Nyx: traits (loyalty, hopefully no allergies to giant over affectionate creatures of the Fenrir kind and the patience to keep still when she'll drag you away from the crowds to just plop down on the ground and lay her head on your lap like a cat looking for attention.)

Does she believe in love at first sight? Yes.

Ronan: traits (patience, the outspoken permission to lean against you like MC is a portable charger, a signed contract only it's written by Altair and he's begging you to ignore Ronan's stupid attempts to push you away when them demons come rising from their grave.)

Does he believe in love at first sight? No... Unless?

The High Priestess: traits (honesty, make her magical kitty cat like you but not too much otherwise she will develop more trust issues and lastly your explicit permission for free hugs 24/7 shall she feel in the mood.)

Does she believe in love at first sight? Nope.

The Hanged Man: traits (patience, perseverance and honesty. At least for the first steps of the relationship, with time things will relax and all he'll really need will be MC and a good dose of napping with them.)

Does he believe in love at first sight? Yes.

The Magician: we have already established that they don't need anything, so all they will ask for is kisses and snuggles honestly.

Do they believe in love at first sight? Yes, but only because of MC.

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