#its written in fate

[necovius]

I'm grieving so badly over the quotes I remember that I never got to write down, so I'm going to draw a bunch of doodles with the quotes I still remember before I thankfully forget it forever. And to the people doing gcses right now, let's celebrate the end of having to memorise quotes from british plays by getting sloshed over champers and then drink more seeing as we have more exams this week!!! :D

(Edexcel gave us easier questions than I thought, I don't know what I was so worried about, hahah...)

[toasterkoi]

Never a frown

[thecheesecracker]

Do you believe in fate?

[beddybites]

thinking about the obanai & muichiro brother figures headcanon tonight. im devastated

[theseusgodkid]

HI EVERYPONY

so ive been writing this thing the last couple of. months (motivation is a tough beast to hunt down) and i finally finished it!

it was mostly for my own enjoyment and writing practice, but i thought id share it with you guys just for fun!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66387379

i rewrote the entire episode 1 of the fated five but like. the way i like it. :)) and i hope u like it too

would not b possible to do at ALL without @bbeeohazardd s fated ep1 transcript!! such a cool thing im glad it exists it was very convenient for me lmao. so effort much appreciated!! <33

[sieglinde-freud]

why are they out-Prince Charming eachother… why have i never rolled an s supported couple on these interactions before… my god you guys. happy pride. what the hell

[oddsconvert]

I LOVE choosing a name for a character, and then when you Google the meaning/origins behind the name it matches the character PERFECTLY!!!

[random-xpressions]

God, were your hands trembling while writing my fate? Why else is my heart grieving, my eyes weeping, my face soaked in tears and my entire being sobbing? Teach me how a drop could soothe the ocean. Teach me how I could place my little hand upon yours to assure you that I'm fine. Whatever you've written so far has been the finest - the sweat, the blood, the tears - they were needed for the alchemy. So complete it, whatever tale it is that you have intended. I'm waiting with all my thousand eyes upon you to see how you conclude my story...

Random Xpressions

[wishchip106]

imagine what the xmen would be like if charles and erik were human

i’m imagining more movie version of xmen with this

if we look at first class moira did originally reach out to charles because he’s a genetics professor and not a mutant

when charles was doing his presentation at the CIA they were not convinced until he and raven showed their mutations

honestly don’t know how raven managed to tag along maybe charles convinced everyone she could come

but like without his telepathy he probably gets rejected and he likely leaves with raven

now erik was only taken in by shaw because he bended the gate so we just got to hope he survived the ‘average’ camp experience

although nothing about the holocaust is average

it could be likely he still becomes a n*zi hunter just without the advantages of his mutation

or he just tries to live his life after that insanely traumatic experience

who knows but basically its unlikely these two will ever meet unless we pull out a romance movie type meet cute thing

now onto the actual xmen starting with the first class mutants they’d likely still live their average lives in hiding (and alex in solitary confinement)

jean would likely be going through foster systems until she’s old enough to live on her own or she gets adopted but without the shields charles put in place her powers would likely take over her and she might end up causing a lot of harm to a lot of people

storm would either been in cairo still or somewhere else but if we’re focusing on the movie timelines, her power would be very minimal

she would likely grow up living on a thief’s wage until she finds something else to do with her life (i wouldn’t know what honestly)

scott would be walking around blindfolded 24/7 as he didn’t have hank to make his glasses for him. if alex continued to stay in solitary confinement he probably had no one to feel connected with

logan would still be fitting into his ‘wild animal’ thing and just moving around bar to bar trying to find something worth doing in his life

rogue would likely of died in the van explosion

a lot of the mutant kids living in the x-mansion wouldn’t have a place to call home and the majority of them would be living on the streets getting persecuted

there would be no brotherhood OR xmen to stop humans from wiping out mutants completely

sure maybe some mutants rise up to make they’re own groups but they likely don’t have the influence of a rich old white guy

crazy how much impact these guys have on the world

both with they’re influence on mutants AND their insanely dramatic romance that lives across the ages

[zelbits]

*subtly trying to manifest my husband getting me an iPad for Christmas so I can draw even though I know equipment doesn't substitute for talent*

[honeydots]

i've been dipping my toes into experimenting with borders, lately 🌿

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[imhereonthekitchenfloor]

This is my first time reading percy jackson and specifically looking at it from a character romance perspective and omggggggg guys I am like kicking my feet and giggling over here.

[sieglinde-freud]

i love laslow and nyx’s supports and i love how they go from trauma dump central in the b support

to making fun of their angst in the a

like theyre soooo lame and it makes me emo and every time i watch this support i kick my feet and twirl my hair theyre SOOOOOOO SICKENING. WHO WROTE THIS. WHOOOOOOO

[mako-neexu]

"I still haven't forgiven you yet, you know?" His Master shakily tells him this while her face was buried against his shoulder.

And Monte Cristo closes his eyes and softly replies in affirmation, "....Hm."

...That was fine. It was expected, after all.

Slaughtering the makeshift family, creating those residents in the Pseudo-Tokyo, having each of her friends betray her and leave her to descend the staircase in her lonesome... was nothing more than a part of his plan for Ritsuka to move forward, to tear down that wall just so she could see the end of her journey.

Never stopping in her tracks as she walks further and further until her form is nothing but a speck in the horizon, leaving behind footprints for him and those vestiges to gaze upon.

─And yet.

He finds himself in her embrace.

Trembling arms wrapped around his chest as he was instantly frozen the moment she ran up to him before the pillar of light had even died from the summoning, her teeth grit in frustration and angry tears, her desperate hands seeking to capture him, to hold him- accompanied with-

No. He didn't want to- He does not want to speculate on what other emotion she must hold for him now that he had been summoned when it should no longer be possible.

Contempt and hatred... it was simply expected.

Yet knowing his- this Master...

Monte Cristo could not help but bite his lower lip, unable to remove himself from this embrace.

He sighed, clicked his tongue as his gaze turns away from the girl below him, barely stopping himself from returning the hug and instead hovered his hands around her arms, "I've told you before that you must leave our flames behind, didn't I? Yet you still reached out and hoped someone of the Avenger class would answer."

He's sensed the wishes still lingering in that Shield. Though it may not have been explicitly indicated for those Servants of retribution to be summoned, that deeply sincere wish of 'wanting to see someone again' once more was enough to pull someone of that impossible class out.

...And that connection alllowed him to materialize here.

A connection that should not have been conceivable and yet through that bond they shared─

Her reply was muffled. Shaky and weak... He couldn't help but clench his jaw tight, and close his eyes shut. He couldn't help but restrain himself from what he truly wants right at this moment.

Then, Ritsuka finally lets go- but just a little bit. She still held onto the edge of his belt as she rubbed at her puffy eyes, her breathing far unstable than he's ever seen. Her glare that reminded him of the anger he incited in her during that time... yet this was completely a different one.

An anger accompanied by something else he himself knew about far too well. Sorrow, pain, suffering, and─.....

...Hah.

In the end, resistance was completely futile, in the face of someone such as this girl in his arms.

He sighed, supposedly to try and sound more cruel yet simply ending up sounding more softly than anything else, "Then, I suppose there is no helping it. You may use these flames as you like - yet I shall remind you that this is nothing more than a temporary Spirit Origin that will disappear as quickly as you summon it."

With a finger, he gently, and slowly lifts her chin to face him, so he may wipe those tears with his other gloved hand, bearing a difficult expression as he himself feels an ache.

The Count of Monte Cristo - the murderer, a cold demon of vengeance from the Mythologie, burning all of his enemies with his flames of hatred - feels that same feeling once more whenever Ritsuka moved forward no matter how hellish her trials were, no matter how much force the universe puts on her shoulders, she still continued to to follow her heart.

Never succumbing to despair and bloodshed in this world that is merciless to those who were kind, those who were good, and those... that simply loved.

"So I advise you not to get too close to me," He whispered, low enough only for her to hear, as his thumb grazed against the corner of her left eye, a tender touch against her skin, acting as both relief and irritation at this moment, "Lest you be burned by the fires I create in this form."

He knew they were both being foolish.

Yet right at this moment, there was no helping himself despite his capacity for great restraint. What he should be doing, was to resist Chaldea's Master and maintain his distance so as not to sabotage all the efforts they went through to surpass the Avenger Ordeal Call.

Yet, he was here. A telltale sign enough to suggest what he desired as well.

Ritsuka cups the hand on her cheek, her grip on his own allowing him to see for himself how she would not let him go no matter how hard he tries for her sake.

And if he was being honest, neither does he.

But his wish, as he journeyed with her, was for her to be happy. And her happiness lies beyond those walls, where a normal life awaits her and no longer shall she be plagued with dangers.

For her to reach beyond the end, as that was her wish from the start. A wish he will fulfill for as long as she continues this descent- this pathway down to hell.

His accomplice's gaze softens, like sunset sinking beneath nostalgic waves, "You're seriously not asking me that, are you?"

He glances to the side as he himself feels scorched instead by eyes that burn brighter than flame, and more radiant than any star.

He simply could not respond to that, for that was a question this foolish girl already knew the answer to.

And he hears her sigh, "Count..."

Then he feels her arms once more around him, wrapping him in an embrace far warmer, far crueler than the pain he himself inflicted on her not too long ago.

"Please. Stay by my side this time."

Longer, her words say, far longer than the supposed goodbye from back then, for as far as she can walk with him. Just a little bit more as this journey is not over yet. (As far beyond even that tomorrow that yearns for─)

Ritsuka whispers this to him.

To him, who has been with her since the beginning, with a voice that he could barely hear, a voice of pain accompanied by her lips grazing at his nape and her hands clutching at the back of his vest.

Her hands that were still trembling, her body, her heart that still continued to love despite all that he has done...

And here, Edmond Dantès, Count of Monte Cristo, who was once summoned to extinguish an innocent soul, returns that embrace.

Holding her closer, closer, cupping the back of her head with one hand and the other snaking around her waist, burying his face in her hair, a scent and kind of warmth so deeply familiar to his body that it soothed his ache more than any flame of vengeance could burn, returning the gesture tenfold-

Laughter bubbles forth from his voice, a chuckle of amusement, of the realization of how far he was willing to do anything for this Master who has come so far, a reminder of how much Fujimaru Ritsuka means to him.

"Then, for as long as you wish it, for as long as it will aid you," He softly breathes out, cradling this radiant star in his hands, "The Count of Monte Cristo shall continue to fight and be by your side no matter where you go. I shall light your way with my flames so you may conquer that brilliant path."

Her answer was a smile, love and affection twinkling in her eyes, ever dazzling, ever bright and beautiful, a glimmer that cannot ever be extinguished as he sees himself so clearly reflected in her amber gaze.

Once again, he was reminded of a memory from long ago.

A dark night near an apartment entrance. In between the small patch of trees as two of her companions take on a stance for battle, while she gave him a fierce look of determination. So much like fire yet even more- holding a soul as bright and blue as the sky she saw years ago.

And there was no helping the breathless feeling in his chest remembering it, causing him to embrace Ritsuka tighter, her heartbeat pounding as loud as his.

...O' Star who is his destiny, his Master, his accomplice, his one good thing in this life since that fateful day─

[gontagokuhara]

visualizing in my brain how my next writing schedules gonna go. have a set stop point in my rewrite im comfy hard stopping at to pivot to working on pointy objects. but i’m not on a time crunch so i can move back and forth between the two. maybe finally get to That part of ch5 if i have some free time i can dedicate to that + note taking for rewrite. and also i should Probably play or at least watch a junko trial…………oh goodness thank gawd i have over a month to comfortably do this chapter