#I doubt that there's any way to truly know what happens until after you die

[missholloween]

Paul's fate was sealed from the beginning, and I love all the ways The Guy uses to show us.

The first scene of tgwdlm (after the title song) introduces Paul as a character: who he is, where does he work, who does he work with. In this scene, thanks to Paul actions and words, we learn that Paul isn't the nicest of the guys... And that he doesn't have much going on. He rejects Bill's Mamma Mia invitation, but so does Melissa's soft ball team proposal. As the title song said, he's a grunch.

But then, the next scene is Paul going to Beannie's. We discover that Paul wants to talk to Emma, he wants to get to know her better, to make her laugh. We are introduced to his need, to what he desires, even if Paul isn't fully contious of it by this point.

Then plot starts, we've got our inciting incident (the meteor fall) and a couple of plot beats: our heroes meet the villain, Paul valiantly resists it in their first face to face (what do you want, paul?), and the threat grows stronger and stronger until it takes the first victim our protagonist cares about, that is, Charlotte.

Join us (and die) is the moment where our main cast sees everything the hive is capable of: it's been coy so far, just presenting itself as some dancing craze that controls people. But in that song we discover that those people are dead, and that the hive won't doubt to get nasty if it has to. When Hidgens is explaining this after the song, he's interrupted by Alice's call to Bill. Had the hive gotten into her already? Was it just bad luck? Given that we don't see Alice during the call, we cannot be truly certain of that.

It is then when a fight between Bill, panicked about his daughter, and, Ted, consumed by grief, starts. The fight is different from their previous banter with the whole "kick my head" bit, as both of them are now at their limit. Thankfully, Paul stops the fight by giving Bill a meaningful way to save his daughter. In that scene, Paul decides to go with Bill to get Alice, because he wants to help him.

When Paul says "which is why I'm gonna go with you to get your daughter back", a piano starts playing on that scene. It continues quietly as the scene goes on, just to climax with Emma and Paul's last conversation, where the Inevitable leitmotif starts playing. And then, act 1 finishes.

The Guy is not a conventional musical by any means: we don't have a big act 1 finale song, nor a big leap that the characters take. It is a really modest act 1 finale, and some viewers (including myself) might not notice the change of act on their first watch. However, a big change has happened, although it is subtle: Paul has taken his first step in his hero's journey. He is not only showing his desires (to help Bill, a dear friend to him), but also he's acting. He is taking the iniciative, he's being brave! That decision it's just the beginning of his downfall, that will come to an end in "Let it Out", and the shows knows it. The only thing the score does is to make it clearer for the spectator, if they notice it... And they'll probably won't, too enwrapped in the show.

[tai-janai]

ok continuation of the protector au

most of the voices can no longer see any good in the princess, because the Protector (reminder that he's the Hero) already planted in our brain that she truly cannot be trusted.

The princess, whether you take the blade or not, does plan to end the world.

"The world put me down here. If you help me out, you will be spared when I do end it."

and your choice comes there.

The Voices all keep the same core aspects, but have different goals or motivations. The Arms represent the ways the Princess has left her effect on You. With almost all of them, instead of sending the vessel to the shifting mound like they usually do, they completely want to kill her.

The Paranoid becomes Repulsed by what the Princess becomes, afraid in a way he wasn't in the source material. He is more willing to attack her, but less confident in it. The Protector has to encourage him to help the body kill her.

The Cold becomes the Aloof, one of the least trusting of the Narrator because he still doesn't like the "reward" they are given, but the Protector doesn't hate that we ended ourself, so he is less standoffish towards the others because he isnt judged for how he feels. After all, it is a defense mechanism, and the Protector can recognize that.

The Stubborn becomes Enraged because the princess defeated him along with her. (She still says 'this was fun' but in a much more sinister way) He wants to kill her, but he plants the thought in our head that she can only be defeated if we die. His doubt affects reality. the Protector initially supports his enthusiasm, but becomes hopeless when he realizes that it is all in vain.

The Opportunist becomes the Plotting; cruel and twisted. He takes the Protector's words and twists them how he sees fit, wanting the princess to suffer as much as possible by befriending her before backstabbing her. The Protector is kind of afraid of this one. He may want the princess dead, but he doesn't wish harm upon anyone.

The Contrarian becomes the Errant, and wishes for something different. You know its fucked up when the Contrarian equivalent becomes the voice of reason. Unfortunately, the Protector isn't a big fan of this option until the Errant does show up and shows a way out that seems the most safe.

Unfortunately for the Skeptic, nobody here is willing to give him any answers. The Narrator has his Rules and the Protector knows what happens when the Long Quiet becomes aware of the situation. Most voices accept this, but the Skeptic becomes Vexed. He actually becomes similar to the Cheated, where he believes he deserves what everyone else has, but has no way of getting it.

The Broken doesn't change much. he will still fawn over the princess, believing her to be much more powerful than anything, and completely inevitable. He just doesn't want to be a part of it once it is gone; but that isn't an option for the princess. she needs the long quiet to reach her full potential. She wont show "mercy" to the Dismal.

The Smitten becomes fully blind to the Princess' blaring red flags, committing himself to her fully as long as she shows any sort of returned affections. In the Damsel route, i think id have an end where you ask her too many questions, and she attacks you, but the Hapless is blind to her danger, and lets her. She is only getting close enough so that you let her use you to enact her plans.

The Hunted becomes less of prey than he had been, enacting purely on instinct so that she cannot win against him continuously. From hunted to Ferine, he will keep the body moving and standing. The Protector is also kind of afraid of him and his determination. I think, in this Beast route, there would actually be a branch where you can defeat her.

Last but not least, the Cheated becoming the Steadfast. He becomes the closest to the original Hero, urging us to improve ourself, though his extent is unhealthy. Like before, he just wants one of the worlds to be safe. At some point, he has to beat the princess. The Protector tells him that they're doing more harm than good... but it isn't a win, so it isnt enough. Not until the Protector cuts them all off.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi, first of all I just wanted to say I have found so many amazing fics through your blog!

I was wondering however, if you have any fic recommendations (or know a tag) that involve the aftermath of the pool scene from season 2? I don't care if there's a pairing or not, but if it involves some whumpy consequences for Stiles after holding up Derek in the pool for so long, that is a bonus!

Thank you. @thoughts-ideas-statements!

Jealousy (I Can Smell It On You) by Black_Calliope

(1/1 I 1,151 I Explicit I Sterek)

When Stiles enters his own bedroom, Derek barely gives him time to shut the door before crowding him against the wooden surface. “Where have you been?” he barks in Stiles’ direction.

“Good to see you too,” Stiles mutters sarcastically. Because manners? They stand to Alphas the same way pink, furry handcuffs stand to Mr. Argent.

Reaching for you with trembling fingers by Analinea

(1/1 I 4,077 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek sinks to the bottom of the pool. He blinks. He's dead, he thinks. How else would you explain standing in front of an unknown coffee shop in a generic busy street, people going in and out of the shop through him.

Urban Legends: Kanimas by Shinigami24

(20/20 I 7,735 I Explicit I Sterek)

Although the pack is starting to see some peace, it is soon interrupted by a new force in the supernatural world.

It's All I Can Do by Vanyela 

(5/5 I 8,418 I Teen I Sterek)

This is what happened the night the Kanima struck at the pool. This is why Stiles really held Derek up and this is what happened when Scott got there two minutes later than a good friend should have.

Based off the prompt: "Stiles shoves Derek to the top of the pool even as he’s drowning because Derek is worth so much more than Stiles could ever be."

Abomination by Megchad22

(2/2 I 8,976 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Scott hung up on him and it set in motion something that would change the fate of his life.

The Gift of Death by Lalaith_Quetzalli

(1/1 I 10,913 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles realizes he cannot trust Scott, he’s never trusted the Argents, and Derek tries but he cannot do it all alone. Which means that if he wants to stop the kanima before more people die, he’s going to have to step forward himself. It’s time everyone learns who Mieczyslaw ‘Stiles’ Stilinski truly is…

 Regression to the Mean by whitedahlia13

(9/9 I 30,819 I Teen I Stydia)

Somehow, in the process of becoming real friends, this boy took hold of her heart, piece by piece, until he fully claimed it. It was in doing so, that he had acquired the power to hurt her more than anyone ever could…and now, much to Lydia’s dismay, he doesn’t seem to want her heart any longer.

Glowing eyes by 0809m

(16/? I 37,852 I Mature I Sterek)

"If you accept it, the bite will take. Someone so loyal like you, with so much will, you're born to be like this Stiles." Derek says.

Stiles stays in silence a big amount of time. He really wants this, as much as he would like to think, he can't protect himself and he can't count with Scott, not anymore. He wants this.

"Do it." He says, no trace of doubt in his voice.

Blood Moon by WritingintheCandlelight

(23/? I 168,765 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles hated this. He hated lying, he hated the secrecy and he was beginning to hate that he had to pretend he was fine when he felt like he was falling apart.

[pomplalamoose]

So Luke's SO is on her period, how does he take care of her? (skip it if you're uncomfortable with this topic <3)

Hiii anon, thanks for the ask! I was just thinking about that a few days ago so I added some extra ideas I had, hopefully you don't mind🩵

• since Luke is a very caring person, you can be sure he'll be there for you to rely on during your period and truly do his best to make you more comfortable 

• although with varying degrees of success 

• he always means well, of course, but especially a younger Luke from ANH wouldn't really know what to do at first 

• I have no idea if there is a stable educational system on Tatooine (but somehow I doubt it)

• even if one exists, I imagine most children of moisture famers get homeschooled so they are able to help their family out at work 

• I'm sure that Luke's aunt and uncle did their best to properly prepare him for life, possibly including parts of sex education too

• however I don't think this went much further than telling him how children come into existence 

• he might know that periods exists and that they aren't exactly a pleasant experience 

• still it will probably be up to you to tell him about the specifics 

• he will take you very serious right from the very start though 

• maybe a little bit too serious 

• I can totally see him freaking out over the amount of blood loss until you explain that it's natural and you won't die 

• for some time he'll stay wary though, eyeing you suspiciously to make sure you're telling the truth 

• (like a very concerned puppy)

• he'd be one to hover, unable to leave you out of his sight and end up making you nervous with all his fussing 

• please, he wants to help!

• tell him what he can do for you and he will!!!

• PLEASE

• he'll be immensely relieved, when after a week, you are still very much alive and well

• if you tend to have mood swings you'll probably end up scaring him once or twice before he really gets what's going on

• Luke would never belittle your pain in any way

• not as an uneducated young man, nor when he's older and more experienced

• first of all he would never do this to anyone 

• second of all he will be able to feel your pain through his sensitivity in the Force

• if you let him he'll try to relieve it, maybe share it with you so you don't have to carry the burden on your own

• there has to be a way right? 

• if there isn't he'll figure something out himself, after all Force healing is a thing too

• alternatively he'll gather information about herbs or pain killers 

• he'd be so very understanding too

• he lets you cry in his arms, easily weathers your anger and is happy when you are

• the patience he has for you is endless

• maybe not during his younger years but post ROTJ for sure 

• he's very amused if you have the weirdest food cravings 

• also he'd keep a secret stash of your favorite snacks somewhere so you never run out and he doesn't have to go hunt them down in the middle of the night 

• when he can't be with you while you're on your period, say for example during ESB, he'll try to get in contact with you as often as possible so you don't feel left alone 

• at some point he'd definitely know the schedule of your cycle better than you do

• you're suddenly devastated out of nowhere and he'll be like "aren't you starting your period next week, bunny?"

• he'd never make you feel embarrassed or uneasy about anything related to it 

• should you happen to bleed through your clothes or the bed sheets, he even tries to whisk them away before you notice 

• he doesn't want you to stress over more than you have to

• if you allow him into your mind to sense your needs he'll know what you require before you do

• otherwise he'll ask you to tell him

• not as desperate as when he was younger but he still wants to let you know he's always there should you need him

• that of course includes giving you space if it's what you prefer 

• if you're especially needy though, he'll somehow make this fit into his schedule as well  

• he's basically ready to jump at any opportunity to care for you 

• he makes you laugh 

• he buys you flowers 

• and your favorite food or snack 

• alternatively he cooks for you too

• he'll make you tea/coffee/any other favorite beverage of yours 

• he gives you tummy rubs

• or massages to ease your pain 

• secretly he's thrilled to have an excuse to touch you 

• (he likes taking bubbly baths with you as well)

• if you are able to go on with your days just as you usually do he'll be very impressed but also worried

• I don't think he'd tell you so, he knows you are capable and strong and doesn't want to undermine this 

• however, for his own peace of mind, he'll regularly check in on you to see if you're still doing okay

• only rarely will he actually intervene and tell you to go sit down or to remember to drink enough

• (if this happens he won't back down until you've done as he told you to)

• furthermore (this wasn't part of the ask but it's important to meee) I want to talk about how he'd handle this as a Master

• obviously he will be responsible for the education of many

• and due to the probable multitude of his Padawan's origins he'd make an effort be very well informed about every single aspect and difference in physics there is

• like with everything else he wants his students to trust him, to see him as a steady pillar in their life 

• thus he will often encourage them to ask all the questions they want and to bring their concerns and health matters to him 

• he wants them to know that no one has to be ashamed of their body

• if someone is on their period and not feeling well, they will get to rest 

• of course he encourages his students to partake in their lessons anyways but none of them will get into any trouble if they simply can't 

• he would never force anyone through exercises their body can not handle 

• I'm sure he'll put aside extra time for those who especially struggle with pain to show them a good way to handle it 

• he wants for all his students to be equally well equipped in any situation without having to suffer any disadvantages due to different physics

[pumpkinmagekupo]

What's right?

Before leaving the Vigil, Mizuki found as many written accounts as she could.

She had to write a report on her excursion to the Vigil but how much did she include about what happened- how much was actually known?

She frowned and looked at the scraps of letters. It was as though she could feel the overwhelming emotions following from them: the confusion, the hurt, the sadness, the anger..

"You look conflicted," Edmont joined her by the fire "Ever since you've returned from your trip to Dusk Vigil."

Mizuki sighed "I am not sure you'd wish to know-"

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the small pile of paper next to her. She paused and handed him them.

"I found them on the knights frozen corpses.. I have detailed everything in my report to the Lord Commander but- I think I should rewrite it.."

Edmont inspected the torn letters, he closed his eyes in thought before passing them back. "It is worse than imagined then."

"I have no doubt that he was a good man but-" Mizuki paused "after the calamity and everything changed so drastically, it is no doubt he lost his way."

"He did what he thought was right...and held onto that notion until he spiralled into madness but such fervent loyalty caused a split in the garrison in two minds of whether to follow or revolt-... to live or to die-"

"Ishgard never sent aid. Everything was in turmoil- it was folly to stay at the Vigil but he saw it his charge to hold fast." Edmont added, but it did little to ease the frown on Mizuki's brow.

"I thought to try and inform the families but- would they want to know what truly became of their loved ones?" Mizuki felt like she was off loading too much on Edmont "forgive me! I'm rambling-"

"If it were your family..would you want to know?" Edmont asked,

Mizuki frowned "I don't know...Remembering as they were or what they became? Would it not be insulting to ignore their struggles in their last moments? but what comfort would that bring to a family that already grieved -" Mizuki felt emotions bubbling in her throat, it hurt to speak. "Would they-" she struggled to get the words out "would they still love them in their hearts?"

"It is right to tell the truth but....if that truth would hurt someone...is it still right?"

"They do say ignorance is bliss." Edmont quoted.

"I will deliver my report to the Lord Commander...I will do as he wishes...as an outsider it isn't place to make that decision."

Edmont rose to his feet and gestured Mizuki to follow. She did and Edmont hugged her.

"Your compassion is comforting. Your heart full of kindness. And you shall always find those things here also."

"thank you-"

"Cry out your emotions. I can see it still troubles you- Fear not.. I won't tell anyone."

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

More silly rambles in one day?!

Have to get them out or I'll forget. Who knows if any of this makes sense.

[im-a-marion3tt3]

I Am Cruel Only To Be Kind

Big tw for attempted Suicide and self harm. Please don't read if this will trigger you. Remember, you're not alone ❤ reach out and seek help if you need it, that's nothing to be ashamed of

An all time low. That's what Dewdrop had heard people call it before. It never made any sense to him either, until now.

His room was a mess, clothing blankets and toys were strewn all about his room, shoes as well. It looked as if a tornado had circled through his room and no one had even tried to clean up after it. At the heart of the storm layed Dewdrop, curled up underneath his blanket. He had done his hair, dressed nicely and even tried to do his make up but nothing made him feel better. Not even when Rain joined him in the bathroom with a new case of razors. The two of them had spent over an hour carefully placing the blade against their skin, sometimes dragging it, other times pressing down harshly. Dewdrop had gotten caught up in the feeling and went to cut his radial artery, something so alluring about how this one action could end it all for him. Rain hadn't allowed for that though, pulling the blade out of his hand and looking at him with fear. Whatever the water ghoul had said didn't stick with him, nor the clean up. Dew doubted he had cleaned himself up though, a sick part of him praying that he would bleed out.

That had been hours ago, however. The bandages that had been taped to his skin were long gone, having joined the floor with everything else. Dew had tried to scratch open the scabs but they didn't bleed nearly fast enough before they clotted up once more. It made him sob silently as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone. It was the only thing he had energy for; especially when it came to reading comments full of hatred directed at him. Really, it just fueled his desire to die.

A text came across his screen. It was from Mountain, asking about dinner and what people wanted. It made Dewdrop's stomach hurt with hunger but truthfully, he didn't care. The next time he got up would be his last time, or so he told himself. Another text came through, this time from Rain asking about how he was holding up since he seemed way too into cutting himself today. If only he knew, he unfortunately would know soon enough.

The nail in the coffin finally came, though not in the form of a comment, rather, a picture. It showed the world on fire next to a polluted ocean and melting ice caps. That was his last straw, his will to keep fighting had completely dissipated as he realized just how horrible the creatures they performed for were. It was ironic considering he as a ghoul was deemed a monster.

Dewdrop sent his phone flying across his room, hitting the wall with a sick crack. A note had already been written, it rested on his bed side table everything else had been shoved to the floor to make it clear. He then headed to his closet, pulling out a belt. It was unfortunately time.

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Rain shared a wall to Dewdrop's room, meaning, he heard a lot of what happened on the inside. When the text he sent went unanswered, he just assumed that the other was asleep. Self harm was emotionally and physically draining after all. However the sound of something crashing against a wall put him on edge. He knew Dew's anger sometimes got the best of him but there was no yelling or sobbing to accompany.

Rain needed answers at this point and even if Dew couldn't convey his feelings, then he should at least be there for the other ghoul. Slowly, he slipped out of his room and softly knocked on the door. No answer. So he knocked again after a minute or so. Still no answer. Rain just sighed and opened the door anyway, expecting to find a very upset ghoul throwing a tantrum.

Once he made out what he truly was seeing, Rain dropped to his knees, feeling so dizzy. "Dewdrop?" He whispered looking up at the body that hung from a shelf that was mounted to the walk. Rain couldn't see straight, his body felt heavy and his mind was dizzy. All he could do was crawl towards his best friend. Once he was touching the wall, he used it to hold himself up, quickly ripping the belt apart. It sent Dew falling to the floor only to be caught by one of Rain's arms.

"Dewdrop? Dewy? Come on, you're okay... Come on, come on!" Rain cried, shaking Dewdrop and getting louder the more he panicked. It drew the attention of Phantom and Mountain who had been outside enjoying the pouring rain. Mountain poker his head in first and gasped softly before dragging Phantom into the room. The quintessence ghoul was still struggling with his abilities, yes, but he was there best shot.

Words were exchanged between the three, Phantom taking a spot next to Dewdrop's unmoving head as he did his best to work his magic. Mountain's large hand rested on the young ghoul's knee, trying to comfort him the best he could without being a distraction.

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Through many tears, a passed out quintessence ghoul and a trip to the infirmary, Dewdrop made it though he wasn't the same little flirtatious spitfire they all loved. No, he was a shell of himself, seemingly stuck in some dissociative episode. That didn't stop Rain though he spent all his free time sitting next to Dew, telling him about his day, what he did and what he wished to do once Dew was back to normal. His favorite thing to do though, was read. As of lately, he had started enjoying reading to the other, that way he didn't have to have his heart get crushed waiting for a reply.

"Where were we Dew?.... Ah, here, okay 'He went and stood at Polonius’ body. ‘As for this lord, yes, I’m sorry, but heaven has chosen to punish me with this and this with me, that I have to be heaven’s agent for its retribution. I’ll take him away and pray for him. So, again, good night. I have to be cruel only to be kind... "

[ozzgin]

I'm bombarding you with asks but hear me out, it's 5am (in my country) But remember the Oni Y/N ask I sent you? I've been thinking about her story and how she ended up in a rock

So basically, as we know, Y/N is an Oni, a traditional one which meant that she lived during the Heian period (794–1185) according to Google...

I've been doing some small research about the onis and found out that they usually are found in mountains, Jigoku, or Japanese Buddhist hell

So what if, the reason why Oni Y/N is found inside a rock (A very big rock, probably an igneous rock, if you didn't know, igneous rocks are basically cooled off lava) is because she fell on lava while chasing a group of humans into a trap, I've read they are aggressive, so this makes the plan easy for humans.

So after she fell in lava, they quickly made sure to cover ALL of her in lava, wait for it to solidify and throw her underground, and throughout the years, rocks and rocks have been falling and burying her deeper and deeper, until fortunately (or unfortunately for humans) she was found and was accidentally released (I have no idea if onis are lava proof but for the sake of my story, let's say Oni Y/N is)

After she got out of the rock, she goes on a small rampage since she's confused and scared, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know what were the things she was seeing, until she remembered on what happened to her after being foolish and aggressive towards humans (the previous part) So eventually she calmed down, she won't let anybody or any humans try to take her mask off along with the long ass clothes she's wearing.

She calms down around Pickle, probably because she views him more as a pet ally/companion since they both don't understand humans (I'm guessing onis don't and they have their own unknown and secret language that professor payne can't crack) so both of them rely on body language

She doesn't want to repeat her mistakes again by underestimating humans so she just watches the fights, but she won't refuse a fight unless someone fully convinces her to (which I doubt anyone can)

So let's imagine Yujiro coming near her, she'd make him the only exception, he's the only human she'll attack and be aggressive towards. (Onis are meant to torture evil souls and as we know, Yujiro is a bitch)

-🎧anon

(I am so sorry for bombarding you with so much asks, but I'm not requesting you to write or draw, I just want to know your opinion and correct me for any mistakes that I did, it's 5am and I can't think straight anymore, I'm not even straight at this point, but in all seriousness, I love your work and keep it up, I genuinely just want you to give your opinion on this backstory/lore that I did and if you have any ideas you wanna add go for it!❤)

I feel like instead of your drawing helping me calm down about my ideas about Oni y/n, it just made it stronger...

All fine, I’m always glad to talk about monsters and demons!

The only question I have regarding your backstory is Reader’s difficulty in understanding humans. According to the yokai guide, oni are born when truly wicked humans die or when their soul is beyond redemption. So now it’s rather unclear, do they forget their past and strip away their humanity? Or do they have some remnants that allow them to blend in if they so desire? I think this is up to personal interpretation and to each individual oni.

By the way, as it turns out - something I didn’t know - the female demon is known as kijo. Kijo are supposed to be weaker than their male counterpart, as their strength lies in magic, excelling in curses and hexes. I myself prefer the brute strength. Although it would definitely be funny if Yuujirou was planning his comeback and noticed he’d been cursed with terrible luck in the process. Could he train to reach Reader’s level of power? Maybe. Casting spells, however…

[misguidedasgardian]

The Lifeaters (III.9)

IX. A rubber duck

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: The competition had overflowed the Quidditch pitch into the entire school 

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: Reader is a prodigy, I must lean into it

“But everything changed when my father took the stand, they sentenced him to die! they will chop his head off!”, Draco told everyone in the common room

“Thanks Merlin Draco! that creature was dangerous”, muttered Pansy. You in turn said nothing, nothing at all, you felt so guilty.

This didn’t help the awful sentiment between the two houses Slytherin and Gryffindor, for the Quidditch cup final that was going to be played two weeks from now, after Easter break.

Even Care of magical creatures class was tense as a bow.

Draco took great pride in the fact that Hagrid seemed like he was about to burst into tears at any minute, no doubt he had received the verdict, and that is what made you feel truly, truly sad like you could cry yourself.

That is why when the class ended, you took a couple of steps back from Draco, and rather talked to Tracy and Pansy on your way back to the castle 

That is why you didn’t know, although you could guess, why Hermione Granger who was walking ahead of you and ahead of Draco, had turn around and slapped Draco so hard on the face he took two long steps back

“Don’t you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul! evil little cockroach!”, she said angrily, but Weasley and Potter held her back before she could attack Draco again, who, alongside Vince and Greg, walked hastily towards the dungeons, pretending nothing happened 

The trio looked at you too, but as they saw your surprised face, they turned around and kept walking away from you

You were certainly relieved that you had a week of recess to rest all this down before it blows over. 

. . .

You enjoyed the week off you had for Easter, you stayed in school, it was a good free week in the middle of the semester, it was great. Until two days in back in classes, the rest you had gotten had vanished completely 

You had a trip scheduled to Hogsmeade for this weekend, which you were really starting to like. You had no more sightings of Sirius Black, you still had no news of Buckbeak’s sentence, you still didn’t know what the use of a yellow rubber duck was, and there still hasn't been any thunderstorms, so you couldn’t complete the ritual yet 

And the rest of your classes, well… you were trying to do the best you could in all of them. You had good grades and you were enjoying DADA classes with Professor Lupin, all of them really, well… except for Herbology, which you still couldn’t understand.

But you were becoming stressed, you had a vacation of one week, for easter, and then the last game of the season, against Gryffindor

“You might want to drink this potion once we are done, perhaps, the revolting it will cause in your stomach will keep you awake, miss Basilik”

“I’m very sorry professor”, you whispered, now the smell and the moldy feeling of the potions dungeon didn’t bother you much anymore, now… the lack of sunlight made you sleepy

“What is wrong with you today?”, asked Draco, you were tired, you were sleeping poorly, the classes started to catch up with you

“I’m very tired”, you whispered, added to the fact that everytime you whispered your enchantments every morning, you did felt a second heartbeat inside of you, for mere second you felt your chest tightening and rumble, it made you uneasy 

But the return to class was brutal, you were truly noticing the two extra classes you had now that you didn’t had last year, they were becoming too much, specially because you were in the last round -as it were- of the semester, you were already in the midsts of April, and things were getting heated

And not only inside the classroom.

There was an unspoken beef between Slytherin and Gryffindor that went beyond the Quidditch pitch. specially between the trio and your friends, because of what happened with Buckbeak

All the classes you had together were a nightmare, they kept playing pranks, and you threw nasty comments back, hoping to rile them up. You had heard of a fifth year Gryffindor who threw a slug-eating curse to a Slytherin sixth year, and both ended up in the hospital wing.

The Gryffindor Quidditch team seemed more secluded than ever, and you had noticed Potter sneaking between classes towards the Gryffindor tower

It was insanity 

Your own stomach was tied in so many knots you couldn’t even bear to actually buy fudge from Honeydukes, and you didn’t think you could eat it, but you went anyways with Draco and your friends 

Draco though, seemed to be thriving in the chaos and rivalry with Gryffindor, not missing the opportunity when they were near to throw shady comments and remarks, that, well, they did make you laugh.

But all of this wasn’t good for the game, you believed, you were winning, you didn’t need to resort to that sort of thing…

You kept to yourself, not engaging in any fighting or anything like it.

That is why you found it odd that you were intercepted by Marcus and Adrian, the beaters and the keeper in the common room

“We have decided to pull you out of this game”, he said, and you looked at him flatly in the eyes, thinking this was a joke of poor taste

“What? why?”, you asked, when nobody was laughing

“We need to pull up the strongest we can muster for the game against Gryffindor, and that not includes you”, you didn’t want to cry in front of them, you really didn’t, but you couldn’t help it, a tear fell down your cheek and they saw it, no matter how rapidly you cleaned it

“Very well”, you said angrily, and walked away from them, or you attempted so

“Terrence is going to need your broom”, he said quickly, and you looked back at him with so much anger in you he even took a step back

“That is my broom! how dare you!?”, you were going to say some ugly things, when Draco grabbed you softly, “Did you know about this?”, you asked him, he had barely shown up right now, he didn’t say anything

“No”, he said shortly, “I didn’t”, he said, looking back at them nastily. You walked away from them, alone, wiping your bitter tears

Why? because you wouldn’t play dirty?

You locked yourself in your room, and you cried bitterly, you were so tired, so angry and frustrated, you even managed to sleep a bit, when you woke up, there was still the afternoon. 

You wrote an angry letter, venting, to your aunt, and then, you went to the owlery to send it with Umbra, they might have kicked you off the team but now, weirdly, you were more relaxed, your stomach had unclench itself, you loved Quidditch but you’d be lying if you say that games didn’t made you terribly nervous. 

You looked at the horizon and you wondered when a storm was going to come by, and when it did, you only hopes you didn’t miss it, it was hard to tell from your common room

McGonagall didn’t believe you could make it, you saw it in her eyes, you insisted so much she said yes out of tiredness, and then she believed you were going to fail, but you were about to become an animagus at thirteen years old, maybe the youngest ever

It took three years for some, according to her 

But you were missing the last part

As you were coming down from the owlery, you felt it in the air, it was humid, a bit tempestuous, maybe tonight was the night. You took a long breath, and a drop fell on your face, alongside a rumble in the distance, thunder.

You needed to find McGonagall

You ran back to the castle as fast as you could

You might have lost your team, but you might have gained one of the most incredible abilities in the magical world

Something so rare

When you found her, walking the hallways towards the hall, it was already raining and thundering everywhere, she grabbed onto you tightly

“Professor! I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU”

“It’s time”, It's the only thing she said, and took you away.

You went to the transfiguration classroom, with one flick of her wand all the tables and chairs moved against the wall, she walked towards the cabinet in the corner behind her desk, and took out your vial

it was a blood-like potion now, all the ingredients had melted together 

“Do you have your wand?”, you nodded, taking it out of your pocket, “do you understand what is at stake here?”, she asked, “this could go terribly wrong, Miss Basilik, I need you to understand”

“Yes I understand”, you said firmly

“we are going to perform the enchantment one more time”, she directed, pointing at her heart

“Amato, animo, animato, animagus”, you whispered, the tip of your wand over your chest. She gave you the vial

“Drink this”, a lighting illuminated the classroom for a second, as you took the potion. it was the most vile taste you had ever felt 

She took two steps back as you wanted to throw up because of the strong taste 

And there it was… you felt the second heartbeat, stronger than ever, you thought your chest was going to burst, that it didn’t fit inside of it

“Oh Merlin”, you whined, your stomach in knots and your hearts beating faster

“This is it Miss”, McGonaggall said, but it was like she was underwater, or you were, “what do you feel?”, she asked softly

“I feel like…”, you closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations, your mind started to get cloudy, only darkness. You tried to focus, and when you did, you saw two light green-yellowish eyes staring back at you. You moaned groggily

“I advise you to try to transform”, she said

“How do I do that?”, you asked back

“You must!”

It came to you like a second nature, it was uncomfortable and painful, you felt your own body deform and twist to acquire a new form, everything you had on you at the moment including your clothes felt like they were melting into your skin, and then… and then…

You lost control, from a second to the next you were no longer standing but on the ground 

It was painful, and uncomfortable

You felt McGonagall’s hands on you

“Relax”, she commanded, softly but with authority, “it will pass”, she muttered, “let it run its course…”

It felt like it was not going to end anytime soon, but it did… as quickly as it came everything stood still… you were no longer transforming, you were no longer in pain, but somehow… everything felt… different

You opened your eyes and everything felt new, like you were watching it through new eyes… you tried to speak but a growl came out 

You tried to move and everything moved with you

“For Merlin”, muttered the professor, and she seemed incredibly pleased and surprised, you tried to open your mouth again and you felt your own, raspy tongue, and what amazed you the most… long fangs 

You wanted to feel yourself, you tried to touch your face but a big paw came to you instead

The professor shakily grabbed a mirror and showed it to you, and you looked at the face of a black leopard 

You wanted to feel panicked, scared, but you didn’t, this was like, no, this was your second nature now

“Congratulations”, she said with a proud smile

. . .

It was not hard to keep this a secret, because nobody knew what you had been doing for the past months, but you wanted to tell someone so badly, you felt so proud of yourself

It’s like you had a new toy you were dying to use, but you don’t have a chance to

It was a silly comparison, but that is what you felt like

You wanted to use your new abilities but you didn’t know where and when

Could you go to the forbidden forest? that would be something, looking at everything through a set of new eyes 

You were so happy about it that you almost got over the fact that you were not playing the Quidditch game, almost…

It was a mess, since the whistle begin the Slytherin team had resorted to the worst tricks they had, punching, mocking, pushing, you felt so terribly sad to watch it, and worst of all, they were losing anyways

The weeks leading to this had been miserable, and this was more so.

You were watching the game with the rest of the group, and you were so frustrated that you really wanted just to go away

Another foul to the Gryffindor team and you turn around

“I can’t watch this”, you whispered, Matthew, by your side, frowned

“What? Where are you going?”, he asked, as you tried to start descending the 

“Away from here”, you growled, and kept walking

It was a saturday, everyone was in the Quidditch pitch watching the finals, so to no surprise, the castle was empty, and you wanted to keep your mind occupied and away from the pitch, and without even noticing, you found yourself inside the Muggle studies classroom

You wanted to figure out what that duck did

A duck that was sitting gingerly in professorBurbage’s desk, so you grabbed it, you wanted it desperately and you didn’t know why

You grabbed all the books there were, some children’s books, and other colorful ones, and you sat right then and there to read. Matthew followed you along, watching you from time to time, but also looking for his own artifact

“Why do you care so much about this class?”, he asked then, you looked up at him

“We have a bet, remember?”, you asked back playfully 

“this is not about the bet!”, he said back, “do you actually like studying those filthy muggles?”

“They are not filthy, they have bathrooms just like us”, you said, not even entertaining him with a look, “I think they are interesting, they look like us, ut they have completely different customs”, you said simply

“I think they are pathetic”, he said

“Then why do you care so much about this assignment?”, you asked him then

“We have a bet”, he said, very interested, “and you know what will happen when I win this”

“Yes, we sneak into the prefect’s bathroom”, you said

He then looked at you and smiled, wickedly, a smile that gave you goosebumps, and then, he raised his book triumphantly 

His artifact was known as a “lava lamp” and muggle kids place it in their rooms, not only for illumination, but because they look fun

He had won the bet

But he had no time to gloat, professor McGonaggal came rushing in 

“Miss Basilik, you are required in the headmaster’s office”

“Professor McGonaggall, I thought you were watching the game”

“The game ended an hour ago”, wow, time flies when you were occupied reading and studying, “please Miss Basilik”, she looked warily at Matthew, but didn’t say anything

You walked with her

“Did I do something wrong?”, you asked, worried

“It is mandatory by law to register as an animagus in the ministry’s directory”, she had snitched on you?

When you reached Dumbledore’s office, you got to hear a little bit of a strong discussion that was taking place. 

“What kind of education do you give in this place? you know how hard it is to turn into an Animagus? and how dangerous!”

“Miss (Y/N) Transformation was carefully planned and supervised”, you heard Dumbledore say, it was a little lie, but you would go along with it, if it meant saving your teachers from suffering a punishment for something you did on your own accord

“There she is!”, Dumbledore said as soon as you entered his office. There he was, the Minister of Magic himself, alongside two other wizards 

“Ah! Miss Basilik”, he said with a pleased smile, he knew who you were, and specially, who your godfather was, “as a new animagus you are required to register yourself at the Animagus Registry of the Ministry of Magic”, Fudge muttered. You looked at McGonagall and she nodded

“You are required to transform”, said one of the wizards

“May I say that a praise must be delivered to Miss (Y/N), turning into an Animagus takes practice, some had taken even three years in managing it”, said Dumbledore, “and there she is, at thirteen, some may say, the youngest animagus ever!”

You felt your cheeks heated at the praise 

You never turned back after you did it for the first time, but they say the second time is way easier, so here goes nothing. You turned, as it was as easy as breathing, as casting a spell as easy as Lumos

You heard gasps and saw looks of surprise, from a shorter point of view

“How magnificent”, muttered Dumbledore, looking at you curiously 

The wizards started scribbling 

“She is a Jaguar, presenting the phenomenon of Melanism, giving her pitch black fur, she had a lighter color around her neck, showing her real hair color, and greenish-golden eyes”, he said aloud, then, he started measuring you

You tried to… “play” with him, but he did not take it kindly, you were still getting used to having not only big and dangerous paws, but deadly claws as well. So you chose to stay still instead 

They left quickly after, because they were working overtime on a saturday, you then looked at professor McGonagall, and then turned back to your human form, this time, flawlessly, and painless. 

“Was that standard?”, you asked

“Yes Miss Basilik, the ministry had a registry of all the known animagus”, said professor Dumbledore

“I didn’t know that”, you muttered, “what if that list falls in the wrong hands?”, you asked, and then they both seemed truly concerned 

“As you are an underage witch who acquire the ability through the teachers, it was necessary to report it to the ministry”, said professor McGonaggal 

“Congratulations on your achievement miss Basilik, 50 points for Slytherin!”, said Dumbledore, and that made you forget all about the registry

And about the fact that your team had lost the game against Gryffindor 

About the fact that you had to sneak in the Prefect’s bathroom

About the fact that you still didn’t know what the fudge was a rubber duck.

[atcarpenter]

Trust

Sibling love is the strongest love. “I want you to stay.”

Tara had always been a little reserved, not in a really shy way, but in an anxious way, in thinking that she was not enough so she didn't bother trying in the first place, even if she wanted to.

Then Sam had left and it had only gotten worse. Now Sam was back, and some things were better, but other things were still worse off than before, not to mention that they had been through a traumatic murder spree last year and only barely survived.

Trust did not come easy for Tara anymore, and Sam couldn't blame her.

But still, Sam wanted to show her that this time, this time she would stay. Sam had decided not to leave again. Even if she felt like she tripped up every two metres, she was determined to get better and be exactly what Tara needed, so she could be someone Tara could lean on, could rely on, without the shadow of a doubt, even when things got rough, even when things weren't easy, maybe especially then because that would be when Tara would always need her the most. Sam stopped being her own person and instead became Tara's.

It was only when Tara felt safe and happy and taken care of that Sam could let herself relax, truly relax, and be herself and just enjoy the little things. All the little things that she let herself pass by so that Tara could have them. Game nights, movie nights, friends’ nights, cuddling with the neighbours' puppy when she had to be dog-sat, seeing her friends every day, having a relationship. Those were all things that Sam let pass her by, so she could make sure Tara had everything she could possibly need. Working late nights on two jobs, errands, dealing with fees and paperwork and making sure there was always enough food in the house – that's what Sam did with her time while she told Tara not to worry about anything. And when she cried, Sam held her. When Sam cried, she never let Tara see it. When Tara needed help, Sam pushed her to get it until she finally retreated in the right direction, just a little, while Sam found it impossible to get the help she desired and to let people in, and she had no one to push her or notice that she needed it. Still, she loved it. All of it. The work, the strain, the pain, the heartache. Why? Because she loved Tara. She would die for her sister. She would kill for her sister, the only reason under which she would kill without remorse.

Tara didn't show it a lot because she didn't know how, but she saw everything, everything, that Sam did for her, she just didn't have the words to tell her how much she valued and depended on her. She loved Sam the most, more even than her girlfriend. So, she hoped that when she hugged her bigger sister, she could feel in the tightness of her embrace that Sam meant a whole greater deal to her than the entire rest of the world. If she could have her way, she would take some of the burdens off her shoulders, so they both had more time to spend with each other, but there were a lot of things she couldn't yet carry.

But regardless of what she managed to show, she knew that after having been left and betrayed by so many people she had trusted and loved, people who had promised they loved her back, and after having thought she could never handle it if that were to happen again, she now knew that she could handle anyone else leaving her and that she could handle any hurt the world threw at her, just so long as Sam stayed by her side. Sam was the only person in the whole wide word whom she trusted with all of herself, every flaw and every emotion and every fragile, broken piece of herself.

So, when Tara lay in her sister's arms late at night, despite everything hurtful that had ever happened to her, she felt like right there, softly falling asleep in her sister's warm and comforting embrace, everything was completely and utterly okay.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3: Future arc, episode 2

Thonks.

Soo after that fun episode, we are back to the killing game.

Fun.

I called it!

I knew Munakata was gonna Makoto for all of this. Even though it is not his fault.

Though he's definitely gonna blame himself now.

I mean I get it.

Munakata is grieving and of course you're gonna lash out at Makoto.

Because from his and everyone else's perspective he's the likely culprit.

He's already betrayed you once, Monokuma called him by name and this all happens when Makoto is being arrested.

But than, if Makoto is the mastermind why would he put himself and his friends in this?

To kill you guys? But than why not just kill you with the gas earlier and escape.

... Wasn't expecting him to tell Makoto to straight up kill himself.

Greif or not, what the fuck Munakata.

... Also how the fuck would that accomplish anything?

If you truly believe Makoto is on their side, if he kills himself especially on the basis that you were the one to make him do it... You're just gonna enrage them.

It's fucked and it's stupid.

Though now I'm sure he's gonna be like fine, I'll kill you myself.

... Yeah Chisa I don't think we can give him a chance, sorry.

Also Makoto in black and Munakata in white, we love to see it, visual oppositions.

The bracelets are dangerous.

I thought maybe they would be explosives but apparently they just inject you with death.

So that's fun.

And one person "the attacker" will be fine and can kill one person.

That person's a traitor... And Makoto is the traitor so more reasons against him.

"Why don't you gang up on someone you don't like and pray their the attacker."

Insert all the sprites surrounding and killing Makoto

.. What is this, the 5th trial?

So Makoto's fucked until they can prove who the real one is.

And omtop of that there's a "forbidden action" Something you can't do at all.

Or you die.

Man theres a lot to this one.

Given Makoto's luck, he's gonna get something bad isn't he?

Asahina, girl I love you but why are you acting like you haven't done this before.

And it's being televised...

Fuck I hope Komaru doesn't have to watch this... Again.

... And Usami is already here?

And apparently the avatar of Miaya, the ultimate therapist.

Who was apparently is one of the top developers for the neo world program.

Aka the simulator the Remnants went into.

Cool.

Though we all know this isn't gonna work, Usami can't beat Monokuma that's a fact.

Aaand Monomi is back.

Makoto: We need to work together.

Munakata: I couldn't agree more.

...You mean work together to kill Makoto don't u?

Because I don't believe you'd wanna work together with him.

I get why everyone's like find the traitor and kill them.

But Makoto being against that is gonna cause a rift, especially because their already is one and it makes him more suspicious.

... Also, who was the traitor in the first game?

And what happened to her because of all the infighting?

I doubt Makoto or Asahina especially want another Sakura situation happening.

"We can restrain them."

"Yeah, with your Super High School Level Luck, big shot .

Juzo...that's not how insults work.

"I'm not as easy to manipulate as Junko Enoshima."

WHAT?! 🤣Im sorry what???

There are many, MANY words to describe the chaotic mess of a human being that was Junko fucking Enoshima.

Easy to manipulate, are not those words.

I'm sorry... have you met, Junko?

In what world, is she easy to manipulate!??

Did you even watch the first game?

And he just hit Ryota... Fuck this guy man.

Talking about being in a war zone when he's acting like the big shot high-school bully.

I get your friend is dead and that's upsetting but let's be real my dude you'd be the asshole here either way.

There's no need for any of this.

This is what Monkuma wants and your playing into his hands.

There's always a big tough guy who has to be the asshole, to show he's strong when he's just as scared as everyone else.

Picking on people weaker than you doesn't make you tough, it makes you pathetic.

.... And because of your actions you've killed Ruruka because his forbidden action was "witnessing violence by participants."

Way to go, tough guy.

No one wants to share their forbidden action.

It's the "embarrassing memories" and the motive videos all over again.

And we all know how those ended.

Oh.. we're gonna just vote the person out straight away? With no evidence or anything?

Sure because that's a good idea? Munakata you are supposed to be smarter than this.

And it's not anonymous either... You're just creating tension.

I'll say it, the high schoolers handed this better than you guys.

He's totally gonna vote Makoto isn't he?

... Yup.

I can't imagine having such a disregard for human life that you're mentality is to kill everyone till you find the culprit.

Funnily enough, mass murder is not the answer.

Munakata saying Makoto understands that that the Remnants nerd to be eliminated at any cost.

... Like he didn't just go against that entirely.

Chisa, I know you're dead but you deserved better friends.

Gozu is officially my favourite member.

Dude shattered Juzo's knife with his bare hands.

Giving Sakura and Nekomaru vibes, the badass with a heart of gold.

And gas in the room, go go gooo.

... And Makoto is forbidden to run... Fucking hell.

Asahina got them muscles because she just piggybacks him away.

Concerned that Kyoko stayed behind.

The director of Hope's Peak telling someone violence isn't the answer.

Now I've heard it all.

Also he might not be Kirigiri but he giving them vibes.

Gozu continues to be the best person ever. Fighting Munakata one on one in the hallway.

Man we've got the ultimate wrestler vs the ultimate student council member.

I tell ya, fight of the century.

I'm sorry I can't take Munakata's talent seriously he sounds like the less cool version of Ishimaru.

Also Munakata your spitting bullshit.

How does killing, especially a person others care about stop despair?

That's like the textbook guide to causinh despair.

That's why the killing game happened and is happening now...Tf you on my dude?

Most unrealistic part of this is the future foundation lasting this long.

Annnd the floors caved in.

Makoto shutting the door the moment before Munakata threw his his knife.

And having Gozu in his side and carrying him.

Nice to see Makoto having some good luck here.

Even if... Yeah.

Times running on the bracelets.

I love the conversation between Asahina and Makoto. Telling her she's not alone, he and Kyoko are here.

They didn't know each other last time.

Now, they are a team.

And that, that's hope.

Plain and simple, it's knowing in your darkest hours you have something to hold onto to keep you going.

They might be in the worse situation on earth, again but they aren't alone this time.

They didn't have that before, not with each other.

It's something that the previous survivors are all banding together.

And the Future foundation members who have, because of the memory wipe, know each other longer.

And they have turned on each other.

Their split up, divided.

For an organisation built on the future, on hope.

They have none.

Not in each other, nor themselves.

I love Gozu adding into the conversation, remarking that Makoto was exactly the person he saw on the screen.

Because unlike Juzo's stupid ass, Gozu saw the killing game.

He saw that Makoto never gave up. Despite everything, he clung to that hope and inspired others.

It meant something to people, it changed lives.

Also him telling Makoto not to modest over his contribution, love this guy.

I love seeing the people who genuinely believe in Hope, who genuinely care for each other.

And than you have people like Munakata and Juzo who are just out for revenge and kill whoever disagrees with them.

I know Juzo says he's doing it for revenge but I don't believe him.

I believe Chisa's murder hurts him, but even if she hadn't died.

I can't see him being in this situation and not acting the way he is now.

Feels like an excuse, a justification to bring about his own perverse justice on whoever he wants.

And either way Chisa wouldn't be happy with either of them.

Makoto I love you but you're luck is more unhinged and complex than Nagito's.

It's not the best thing to rely on.

Times up.

I love how this just became the most dangerous game of Mafia.

.... NO

NO NO NO NO

FUCK THIS.

FUCK THIS OH FUCK NOOOO

ASAHINA 😭!!!

And the bloods literally on Makoto's hand so he looks the most sus.

What is this the first trial?

AHHHHHH

His face, oh Makoto... God this is Sayaka in the shower all over again.

They were just talking.

I HATE IT

I HATE IT HERE.

AHHHHHHHHH

[dr3mvaalmar]

Renewal | Kinktober Day 5

Pairing: Simeon x Gn! Reader (Obey Me!)

Prompt: Embracing (sfw)

Summary: The reader has doubts over their relationship with Simeon. However, Simeon shows the reader just how much he loves them.

Warnings/Tags: tears, a bit of angst

Inspirational Song: With You - Unplugged by Kalandra

I tapped my fingers along the table. One. Two. Three. Four. My phone rested beside my hand as a growing ache formed inside me. I desperately wanted to snatch the phone and call Simeon, yet guilt shrouded every thought. Simeon was my lifeline. He was always there to support and encourage me when I didn’t know who to turn to. Now that he distanced himself from me more and more, I felt hesitant to talk with him.

Lately, Simeon has been acting… off. It started a few months ago with him abruptly visiting the celestial realm on Michael’s whim. Then, Simeon would refrain from hugging or kissing me on his days back. It made me feel like an acquaintance, and the aching desire to be with him slowly turned into resentment. All I wanted was my beloved by my side. However, the sparkle in his eye seemed to die out a while ago. What were we lacking that I didn’t understand? Did he not truly love me?

I sighed, my head dipping low until my forehead made contact with the cold surface below. It was all too stressful. My eyes looked perpetually tired. The others, whether it's the demon brothers, Solomon, Luke, or even Diavolo, had mentioned my deterioration in some way or another. I tried my best to care for myself, but the anxiety was too much.

I need to do something. Now.

Various methods and solutions came to mind, but none seemed to fit what I needed. I considered talking to Simeon directly, but he was off on another excursion. Unfortunately, he didn’t tell me the details or where he was going, so I had no idea when he’d be back.

If I wanted answers, I would have to do something I would never dare do under normal circumstances. I weighed the morality of my actions in my head for some time but decided it was a risk worth taking. I would sneak into Simeon’s room. I didn’t care if anyone caught me at this point. I needed to know what was going on.

I texted Luke to see if he was available. Unfortunately, I didn’t receive a reply from him. Then, I tried Solomon. The familiar chime of my phone going off alerted me. I snatched the device, seeing the bold name of Solomon on the screen.

‘Can I stop by Purgatory Hall?’ I texted Solomon. ‘I left my book in Simeon’s room’

‘Of course, you’re always welcome here,’ Solomon replied quickly. His text made me smile, but the corner of my lips felt heavy from what I was about to do. I’ve done worse, right? But it felt so wrong imposing on Simeon’s private dorm…

I entered Purgatory Hall shortly after I received Solomon’s text. I felt on edge, my eyes flittering with every movement around me. What would happen if someone saw me and knew what I was doing? However, I felt more comfortable with Solomon being my accomplice than Luke or any of the brothers.

“Welcome, (Y/n),” Solomon greeted as I entered. I flashed him a warm smile and a greeting of my own. He seemed dressed up, which was a bit unusual.

“Are you going anywhere?” I asked, referring to the outfit. Solomon looked away for a moment and then nodded.

“Ah, yes. I have important business in the human world to attend to,” Solomon admitted, a slight frown on his lips. “I would love to stay, but I can’t. No worries, though. I did make some chicken katsu with homemade tonkatsu sauce. You’re free to have as much as you’d like.”

My skin shivered inadvertently, and I hoped he didn’t notice my aversion. He just looked at me patiently, face ignorantly in bliss. I shook my head.

“No, thank you,” I said, holding my hand up. “I already ate before I got here. We can save some for leftovers.”

Hopefully, that will make him feel better. Solomon didn’t seem so dejected.

“Oh well, maybe next time,” he replied, side-stepping past me towards the door. “I’ll be off now. I wish you luck on finding your book, (Y/n).”

“Thank you,” I replied. Then something hit me. “Wait! Solomon.”

Solomon turned his head curiously. I faltered.

“If you see Simeon, could you text me?” I asked, clutching my hands together. He nodded before saying his goodbyes. The house seemed so empty now.

“I guess I’ll get this over with,” I muttered to myself.

I walked to Simeon’s room. When I turned the doorknob, a fresh aroma hit me. The room still held the scent of sandalwood with undertones of gardenia from when he was last residing here. Everything looked perfectly in place. The gilded wallpaper gleamed in the early morning light. Fresh sheets tucked into his bed with a faint smell of fresh linen. His desk was clean, lacking excessive pens or papers. Everything was right where it should be.

I sat down on his bed, a rush of emotions coming over me. I remembered when Simeon would lie on this bed with me, his arms curling tightly around me. His breath would tickle my neck as I felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. His sleepy voice would ring like a melody, praising me with every whisper. Where was that sweet angel now? Where did I fit into the picture if I can’t so much as see him?

My face plummeted as my thoughts became more and more pessimistic. Maybe Simeon was too good for me. I was a human, and he was the embodiment of perfection. If we stayed together, it would undoubtedly upset his status as an angel in the celestial realm. What was I thinking about agreeing to be together? Would it be better if… we weren’t?

My eyes burned, and I felt a familiar sense of hopelessness. There was no happy ending for us, was there? The strength of our relationship was wasting away. The burning fire inside me was just a smoldering flame.

“Come on, (Y/n),” I whispered to myself. “Get it together.”

Yes, I was supposed to rummage through his belongings. Simeon’s personal belongings. They always seemed forbidden to touch. I would always wait until Simeon would show me on his own accord. He would often read to me some of his writings or tell me about something that piqued his interest. I never barraged him for answers. But there was no Simeon to talk to at the moment.

I started with his desk, gently scanning and moving anything that may be of interest. I found some inkwells and spare quills. There was a manila folder, but as I peered inside, it was nothing but unfinished writings. Next to these was a wax stamp and red wax beads. Simeon’s letters were always so professional to the most minute details. In the larger compartments of the desk, I discovered a personal journal. Upon flipping through it, it just seemed like ramblings and thoughts—nothing related. There were quite a few envelopes, some even hand-crafted. My heart pounded in my chest as I found a picture between the papers. It was a glossy photograph of Simeon and I. We were at the carnival enjoying celestial-realm-flavored popcorn and a beautiful background of the festivities and rides. Our faces were full of joy. It felt so uncanny under these new circumstances.

I placed the picture back before closing the drawer. I turned my head, looking around his room. It was very sparse. There were some chairs and hanging paintings, and the curtains on the windows were slightly ajar to allow just enough light inside. I was running out of options.

There was Simeon’s bookshelf. It wasn’t much and didn’t compare to the library, but it held special meaning to him. Simeon would keep some of his journals, personal writings, and books he enjoyed on those shelves. There wasn’t much room left, so he stored the others safely in the celestial realm. I wondered if anything was important here or if he left them elsewhere.

Gingerly, I started pulling off books one by one. I replaced them in their respective spot, ensuring Simeon didn’t notice my presence. Each book seemed different from the next. Some were in various scripts I couldn’t read, others were old English literature, and some were more modern. I couldn’t help but read a few excerpts. I could see why he liked these works in particular.

As I reached the middle shelf, I pulled out an especially thick book. It felt lighter than the others, which surprised me. I almost knocked the book into me as I pulled it out. My curiosity grew as I noticed the cover was all but blank. The edges were carefully etched with filigree and formed with precision. The leather was worn, but the old book smell was pleasant. I opened up, only to hear the familiar sound of papers spilling around me. 

Looking below, I gasped as I saw countless papers spread across the floor. I was scared to move, or else I’d step on them. Each sheet was folded perfectly inside the hollow book. I wondered why Simeon would keep so many hidden.

I bent down and grabbed a few of the papers. I should probably put them back because it’ll be too difficult to replicate the order they were in. However, I might as well read them since I was already here.

None of them were encased in an envelope or entrapped in red wax. I took the first one of my pile, and my eyes widened with each word. At first, I expected them to be addressed to Michael or one of the angels Simeon assists with. However, each letter was written to me.

Each paper I sporadically picked up held the same heading, “Dear (Y/n)...” I fervently checked each one, realizing the intensity of what I discovered. I was scared to read them. Though, there was no mistake that it was intended for me.

I took one of the papers, my eyes scanned each line:

As time elapses and celestial bodies trace their ordained path, my heart remains eternally tethered to your beautiful visage. Your laughter is more mellifluous than a chanting seraphim. To savor your fleeting mirth is beyond any pleasure mankind could fathom. Every fleeting moment, I covet to the very depths of my being. The thought of you is a beacon as I traverse the vast expanse of the heavens. Even though we are distances apart, you are always a heartbeat away in my thoughts.

“(Y/n)? Is that you?” a voice called out as I finished reading. My eyes darted up, and my breathing constricted. There, in the doorway, was Simeon.

His eyes slowly trailed down to the mess on the floor. I dropped the letter in shock, unsure of how to explain myself. Simeon didn’t dare move. It was obvious of my schemes. Of all people, I didn’t expect him to be here.

“I’m so sorry, Simeon,” I said, letting the tears spill over my cheeks. “I… I didn’t mean to. I mean, I did, but—”

Without another word, I felt the familiar warmth of Simeon’s body as he enveloped me in his arms. I cast a furtive glance to the side. To my horror, I felt tears that weren’t my own spill onto my skin. It was as if he could read every thought on my mind.

“I can’t keep up this charade anymore,” Simeon whispered, his voice low and quivering. “I should be the one apologizing.”

“No, Simeon,” I retorted, my arms reluctantly embracing his shaking form. “I’m happy to see you, but something has been bothering me. Just tell me the truth. Please.”

Simeon seemed reluctant, but it didn’t take long for him to confess. He told me everything. He was tasked with a risky mission to dismiss an ancient curse in the celestial realm. However, it was draining him, and he wanted nothing more than to protect me. Simeon distancing himself was a way of not getting me involved. The other angels swore an oath of secrecy, hence his distance.

“(Y/n), I need you,” Simeon said, his fingers digging into my hair. “If I didn’t have to follow orders—if I could only reject the expectations on me, I would do so without another moment to spare. I felt so lonely without you. I escaped from the other angels the moment Solomon notified me of your distress.”

Distress? What did Solomon tell him? That sly devil…

I parted from Simeon, looking into his gleaming eyes. He seemed so different than I imagined angels to be. So vulnerable, so frail. I lifted my hand to cup his cheek.

“I thought I lost you,” I began, rubbing my thumb in circles. “Yet you never forgot about me for a moment. Simeon, I… I love you so much.”

For a brief moment, the sorrow on Simeon’s face diminished. He seemed overjoyed by my words, but then the weight of our circumstance befell us both. We knew we needed to stay together, but how could we avoid the unavoidable? Angels couldn’t defy their sworn duty, not without repercussion.

“(Y/n),” Simeon whispered, kissing my forehead. “Come with me. Let’s go to the celestial realm together. There are so many wonders I want to show you. So much I want to experience together.”

My brows furrowed, but my body relaxed at his words, “What about the other angels? What will they think? I don’t want to get you in trouble, Simeon.”

“My love, don’t forget I’m your guardian angel,” Simeon affirmed, smiling radiantly despite his tear-stained face. “What angel would I be if I didn’t stay by your side? Don’t heed their senseless judgment.”

With that, I felt at ease again. My face twitched as I resisted the urge to cry some more. Not out of sadness, no. I felt like Simeon delved into the very depths of my heart. He said everything I needed to hear, and now there was no doubt in my mind. I would journey him across the vast expanse of the universe. No longer will I be alone.

I gripped his hand, clutching as if he would fade any moment from now. Together. We would defy the very strings that restricted us.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

Dr. C x Momdebra. Thoughts?

you sent me this while i was not sober i wish you couldve heard me laugh

um ok so i actually have lots of thoughts after thinking about it all night. my FIRST thought was that abracadaniel's "were you guys talkin about me ',:D" makes me think she has something going on with ABRACADANIEL, but (brushes that aside) hes gay smh. but he clearly wants cal's approval.

WHICH HE'D WANT IF SHE WAS DATING HIS SISTERR OHHH

also other thoughts. it explains why she was so completely bland about cadebra this entire time. youd think shed either love her or hate her, given that deb's a main character the only other member of the Weak House. but she ignores her during class entirely. no playing favorites in doctor cal's class no sir ignores the whole pep thing. she DOES very very gently go check on her when pep runs off and blaines out there smearing his name.

well. i think itd be fun. i mean. i am. very angry at this lady for everything she did and she is not very nice (WHICH LADY? YES). but cal has this very supportive kind veneer i think she really did love those kids to some extent (bro it stops when you leave them lying in an alley alone to die. but she DID just want everyone to have a good time in her class. and "ohh, hey, ease up" lives in my mind forever, as insidious as it was, given who she was saying it to and when. "thats my favorite student you're talking about." augh. okay. that really does hit.)

BUT i think itd be fun. because momdebra is soooo overbearing and intense, mom wants cadebra to push herself so far, mom is insistent that cadebra follow a specific path and track specific numbers to make herself the perfect wizard as dictated by arbitrary levels and abilities. whereas, doctorate though she may have, cal seems so much more holistic, and just wants everyone to follow their own path and learn their own way, and fill their heads with joy and knowledge, she wants everyone to delight in the pursuit of learning and she will stand out in the rain and the mud with you and gently explain the cultural and historical significance of every artifact you find for hours until you are satisfied. like thats her deal. i do not forgive her for the things she did (i need to remind myself of that because im MAD ! she left blaine there defenseless she WATCHED spader die!) but i do think she has a truly kind side to her because learning and pleasure in doing so are actually important to her. just, not as important as bringing about the second age of terror. anyways. sorry this turned into me trying to unravel my cal thoughts.

so i think it would be really funny to see her and momdebra interact over deb. as partners. like mom keeps sending a miserable deb back to work on her incantations over and over and cal is like oh, my goodness, are you still on that? deb, let's go look at some bugs, in the park. (there's a secret hidden lesson buried in the bug-observing expedition) (also she tells her what a good job she's doing and how she can be a wizard in any way she wants no matter what her mom says) (it's corney as hell) (cuz that's cal for you). i would LOVE to think this chills momdebra out a little bit and she learns Acceptance. but i doubt it. she is just blinded by her cool 20 foot tall girlfriend who is so super good at magic. did you know doctor caledonius is level 80000, cadebra??? YOU could be level 80000 so EASILY if you just APPLIED YOURSELF.

anyways it's so sad we cant ship damn near any of the fuckin adults together without running into "SO THEY WERE OKAY WITH LETTING THEIR PARTNER'S DAUGHTER DIE. SO THEY WERE OKAY WITH HELPING THAT TO HAPPEN." like. bro. this is so sad. cal threw deb at her friends and said "get rid of her". cadebra doesnt even have like,,,, any cool adults to run to about this does she. cal in this scenario was probably a level-headed nice person in her life who seemed to support her and want her to be herself. and she went to brain wizard when she was scared that one time. and now what. she went to abracadaniel when she was scared that other time but whats he gonna do??? huddle her under a blanket and go yell at his sister for dating a maniac until he remembers he's too scared of her to do that and then come to hide under the blanket with deb.

i dunno how to end this post i got words. my thoughts: 9/10 excellents fun scenario to play in. i absolutely wanna see what that does to cadebra's life.

[steadybelieverpersona]

Ch.57: The Grave of the Guarded

Paimon: There are signs of hilichurl activity here. Could these be the hilichurls the requester was talking about?

Dainsleif: Requester? ...In fact, hold on. You still haven't told me what you're doing here. I doubt that most travelers would have any reason to venture down this way.

Paimon: We took a commission from the Adventurers' Guild to investigate The Chasm. Apparently, a whole load of hilichurls have been gathering here, and the requester wants to know why. And now, it looks like we've finally found our first clue...

Dainsleif: Do you want the answer?

Paimon: Huh? You mean, you know something about this?

Dainsleif: As it happens, I do.

Y/n: Does this have anything to do with the upside-down city?

Dainsleif: It's understandable that you did not perceive anything unusual. What makes this place so strange is that......the environment here weakens the effect of the curse.

Paimon: The curse? Oh! Paimon remembers, last time you guys were saying that Khaenri'ah's people were cursed to immortality or something...

Dainsleif: For centuries, I have suffered daily from the curse that was laid upon me. But here... I suddenly feel a small amount of relief from this suffering. And right here, right now, I can feel my body sending a strong message to me... It is telling me, "stay."

Paimon: So this place weakens the curse? That's pretty incredible, but how?

Dainsleif: That I shall need to investigate. But to the best of my knowledge, the Abyss Order does not have the technology to achieve this.

Y/n: So you're saying... The hilichurls that come here are also from...

Dainsleif: Indeed. Do you know why hilichurls wear masks?

Y/n: I'm not sure...

Dainsleif: It's to hide their appearance, lest they catch sight of their reflection in a body of water... Compared to how they remember themselves, it is a terrible sight to behold, one that causes them great despair.

Aether: So these hilichurls really are from...

Dainsleif: The curse of "immortality" denies death to those afflicted with it... and yet, it does not truly mean that they will never die.

Paimon: So you mean, there's a way to undo it?

Dainsleif: No. I mean that the body and soul will continue to be eroded until they are virtually nonexistent, even if "death" is not the form that this erosion takes. When the hilichurls realize that the end is nigh for them, it seems their instinct is to seek out a calm and dark corner of the world in which to finally say goodbye to the centuries of suffering they have endured. And of all the places they could lay down to rest, one that can ease the effects of their curse would surely be their first choice.

Y/n: Wow... That's so...

Dainsleif: Conversation's over, brace yourselves!

Paimon: Wh—What is it!?

Dainsleif: We're under attack.

After defeating the Black Serpent Knights

Paimon: What were those? And why did they attack us all of a sudden?

Dainsleif: Black Serpent Knights. They once belonged to the Royal Guard of Khaenri'ah.

Paimon: Wait a second! Royal Guard? So... they used to be your troops!?

Dainsleif: Yes, they were. But now, the curse engulfs them, and they fight with none of the honor they once had...

Paimon: Because they've become pawns of the Abyss now?

Dainsleif: ...Let's continue on.

Y/n: Wait, Dain...

Dainsleif: Hmm?

A Black Serpent Knight is looking intently at Dainsleif from afar.

???: ...

Dainsleif: Seems we missed one...

???: ...

Aether then immediately got into a battle stance

Dainsleif: Wait, stand down. There's something different about this one...

The Black Serpent Knight soon disappeared in a blink of an eye

Dainsleif: ...It's disappeared.

Paimon: What the heck? What was going on with that one? Was it trying to say something?

Dainsleif: "How is this possible... How could he have retained self-awareness for 500 years without... it? But more importantly, why did he seem so familiar..."

Y/n: Maybe he recognized you.

Dainsleif: That would be a miraculous outcome indeed for a cataclysm that brought total doom and destruction... Or perhaps it was just a coincidence. We should press onward to the city.

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Upon arriving at the entrance to the ruins

Paimon: Looks like there's a strange energy surrounding the city. We can't go any further. Guess there should be a mechanism or something around here, right? Looks like it's time to get into ruin-exploring mode!

Aether: Puzzle time, huh. I'll take a look around and see what I can find.

Dainsleif: Don't waste your time.

Dainsleif clears the way.

Paimon: Huh...!?

Dainsleif: Khaenri'ah's technology, Abyssal power... Two things I couldn't be more familiar with. They're just cheap tricks to me.

Paimon: Okay! So the Abyss Order really is trying to hide something here, right? Hmm... Dain seems like he really understands what's going on here. No wonder the Abyss Order doesn't want him around.

Y/n: Was this upside-down city built by Khaenri'ah? Or was it built by the Abyss Order?

Dainsleif: Not necessarily. The closer we draw, the more I am inclined to conclude that these ruins belong to a more ancient civilization still. The Abyss Order simply got to them before anyone else.

Paimon: Even older than Khaenri'ah? Whoa, Paimon can't even imagine back that far...

Dainsleif: That said, the architecture here does somewhat resemble that of Khaenri'ah... At least, it would if it were the other way up. Let's head toward the light over there. Mind your footing on the way ahead. It's a long way down.

Upon arriving at the lit room in the ruins

Paimon: Aah, Black Serpent Knights! Is this where they're based? Or wait, are they guarding something here?

Dainsleif: We are likely drawing near to whatever the Abyss Order is trying to hide. Let's take them out first.

After defeating the Black Serpent Knights

Paimon: Hey, look, vines. You should be able to climb up, right?

After climbing up

Paimon: Oh no, more Black Serpent Knights!

Black Serpent Knight of Old: !!! *incoherent speaking*

Paimon: Huh, they're not coming after us. Are they just trying to scare us off? These knights seem like they're hiding something behind them...

Black Serpent Knight of Old: !!! *incoherent speaking*

Dainsleif: Hold on, I think they...

Black Serpent Knight of Old: !!! *incoherent speaking*

Paimon: Aah, they're coming! Quick, get them!

After defeating the Black Serpent Knights

Paimon: Whew, that was the last of them! Now, let's see what it was they were trying to hide.

Upon investigating what the Black Serpent Knights were hiding

Paimon: Huh!? What's this?

Dainsleif: ...So the Black Serpent Knights have nothing to do with the Abyss Order's secret. Huh, I should have guessed.

Paimon: So what exactly is going on with these hilichurls?

Dainsleif: As I said, for these hilichurls, the end is nigh.

Y/n: The hilichurls are preparing to meet their end...

Dainsleif: They have grown old and fearful of the light, even become one with the darkness. And yet the curse continues to corrode them.

Paimon: But why would the Black Serpent Knights wanna stay here and guard them?

Y/n was about to stretch her hand out to touch the dying hilichurls, but more Black Serpent Knights came and they looked they wanted to focus on Y/n since she wanted to touch them

Black Serpent Knight of Old: !!! *incoherent speaking*

Paimon: Aah! More of them are closing in!

Black Serpent Knight of Old: !!! *incoherent speaking*

Y/n: Let's try to avoid fighting them. Fighting them is meaningless.

???: !

Paimon: ...It's him! The guy that came out of nowhere and disappeared again!

??? shakes his head as the rest of the Black Serpent Knights retreat

Paimon: And now they're retreating... Did he just order them to do that?

Dainsleif: ...Halfdan?

???: ...

Paimon: Whoa, whoa, what? You recognize him?

Dainsleif: ...Could it be... If it's as I suspect, then this is a truly tragic state of affairs.

Paimon: Dain?

Dainsleif: You want to know why they were gathered here guarding the hilichurls, don't you? It's because as far as the Black Serpent Knights are concerned, they are simply doing their duty. The one who ordered them to retreat just now... I suddenly recognized him. I knew him as a young man, an elite in the Royal Guard of old... His name is "Halfdan."

Paimon: So he's from 500 years ago, too...

Dainsleif: To this day, I still remember the final orders I, the Twilight Sword, gave to Halfdan on the day of disaster in Khaenri'ah, before I made haste back to the palace... "Inform all Black Serpent Knights to protect the people of Khaenri'ah at all costs." Because we, of course, were royal guards. But this would mean nothing in the events that followed... Royals, gentry, common folk, these identities made no difference. Against the might of the gods, the only identity that mattered was being from Khaenri'ah.

Y/n: *has a pitiful and sad look* ...

Dainsleif: These Black Serpent Knights have lost their intellect. But perhaps, in whatever remains of their minds, they are still protecting the people of Khaenri'ah. If you see these ruins as Khaenri'ah in the throes of disaster, and these hilichurls as the people crying for help......then suddenly, I can make sense of what I'm hearing. Their growls are less of a threat and more of a warning.

Paimon: Then... what are they saying?

Dainsleif: Though it is barely discernible, I can just about make it out. They keep repeating a word from the old language of Khaenri'ah... "Run."

Y/n: So they're not talking to us... they're telling the hilichurls behind them to escape...

Dainsleif: Even I have to admit, the fact their will is strong enough to survive 500 years of erosion... It is nothing short of a miracle born from hopelessness.

Paimon: Oh... So Paimon had them all wrong...

Dainsleif: It doesn't matter. Even I took them for enemies for a moment. Let's keep heading toward the light at the top. I believe the Black Serpent Knights will no longer try to stop us.

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Upon entering an upside down room with an upside-down Teleport Waypoint

Paimon: Sure enough, we aren't seeing any more Black Serpent Knights. Guess that Halfdan guy really did recognize Captain Dain, huh?

After investigating the hilichurls in the room

Paimon: More hilichurls. And they look really well-protected.

Upon entering the room with a desk and tablets

Paimon: Dain... Why so quiet?

Dainsleif: I'm just thinking, nothing more. If you're trying to console me, I can assure you there is no need.

Paimon: Hmph! Fine...

After investigating the hilichurls on the upper level of the room

Paimon: All these hilichurls want is to quietly fade away in peace... Paimon hopes they can get their final wish.

Upon entering the next room

Paimon: Hey look, there's no door sealing this room off. Looks like we can finally head to the room in the center. C'mon, let's go!

Investigate the hilichurls at the other end of the room

Paimon: Paimon's never seen such well-behaved hilichurls before. Paimon wonders if it has anything to do with being an old soul.

Upon arriving at the chamber at the center of the ruins' summit

Paimon: Look, up there! A water pool! Even the water pool is upside-down. Wow! This is a pretty amazing place.

Y/n: Dain, do you have any idea at all how it works?

Dainsleif: The pool must be part of the entire city structure, a relic of this ancient civilization. And more importantly... it is the very thing that is weakening the curse. Here, my whole body feels more at peace than it has in a long time. The effect is stronger here than it was before, and I think it's because that water pool has something akin to a cleansing effect.

Paimon: Cleansing? So that means... the water in that pool can wash away the curse for good?

Dainsleif: No. That would be impossible.

Y/n: How are you so sure?

Dainsleif: I have lived with this curse for 500 years, and I have been fully conscious the entire time... Suffice to say, no one understands the curse like I do. It is a way of branding us at the level of the fate of the world itself. When a god applies a curse, it takes effect at a higher level of reality than the person themselves. Even now, I can feel the curse slowly permeating my entire being, becoming part of me, slowly but surely replacing me. Perhaps it may be possible to suppress the corrosive effect of the curse for a time, but cleansing it entirely... Consider it tantamount to burning away an integral part of your body. It is not a process that one could ever hope to survive.

Paimon: Huh!? Cleansing the curse costs you your life? Whoa... An irreversible curse, Paimon can't even imagine...

Dainsleif: In any case, I can feel that the water's cleansing effect is not nearly potent enough. At most, it might suppress the curse but a little.

Paimon: Hmm? So what's that contraption there? It looks kinda out of place...

Aether: Perhaps it's the Abyss Order's secret.

Dainsleif: Frankly, I have never seen a device of this design before either. It is not unreasonable to suspect that it could belong to the Abyss Order. But what could they be planning to do here...

???: *clunk* *clunk*...

A gate is raised

Paimon: Yikes! That gave Paimon a fright... So all the doors are open now?

Halfdan: ...

Paimon: Wah, Halfdan's back again...

Dainsleif: Halfdan. Do you have something to say to me?

Halfdan: ...

Halfdan turns and leaves.

Paimon: He ran off... but he didn't disappear like last time!

Dainsleif: He's indicating that we should follow him. Are you coming?

Y/n: He doesn't seem to hold any malice toward us.

Paimon: True... So, uh... We going, then?

Me upon knowing that I start school next week:

[rightheermi3]

I didn't want to lose my mind and it get this way and you know I don't have a lot more than a few tricks and things.i hate, I hate you see me this way whatsoever no buts or whatever. The odds indubitably never move or vary. Fat chance, puns and anything else I could possibly. No, I will morelikely pry and nitpick until I run the limits for annoying as it may very well, meaning yes, it possibly may take nearnothing.

I won't sayit was hard making it this far. And well shit, you sure make it easy. How could you stand there and wo Der.

Yourea fool, no offense. Not in a too much kind of shape of the way.

One ticket, call it trinket, you despicable ornament on myever just never imaginary dust acquired shelf. I don't care little boy, yoube that way. Matterfactly, mister dafty wuss and a few other things. Perhaps one of these theses , I mean, what I'm saying, I'm not trying however hard for the one of these days. Why huh why I figured you would. Maybe you're truly sure you can be good , forever . No negotiating you know, so don't even try and make it work taking the one shallower way. Say I'm not making sense, and ask what I'm saying.

I could guess in truth you can't seem to care.

I could hit you right now. You know that , too. Admit it , I'm not puffing up with that, in my shoulders. I don't know if it is been ending you relating and misperceiving my make of a way.

I figured you knew I do care. Non stopping , you should believe me I'd like to hope, too. You're not just a guy, you know, li,e I sort of am. Ina big big way. It really sucks, and you hurt me. And you deserved to know. You did back when, the morning we first parted our ways.

I meanthat I figured it wouldn't hurt to get stuck miserably alone with you in my brain, all day,

Until I managed to make it happen again, I knew it was obvious. I knew something bad , and mean a d evil was going to soon, atleast like no time. True torture and moreover especially unfairly no fair in fairness and to us to one another.

I thought I tried to show you the way. But I didn't see that you had any idea so basically none

And I will be the bitch stick in the mud and lady that didn't knowhow to be the one first to hold on to her lover as tight as she wished. I was deluded by the love I found in you, and fuc,Ed it all up neglecting the basic idea to not ever after then never let you be all alone, and on your lonesome with him.

If it's cool, I'd like to love dropping it. If not that, for maybe if my purpose comes close so I can figure out how to, maybe you're truly sure you were not being mean, but when it comes to this one of all your surely plentiful and Abundant of these. I stopping changed all the things of the rest. I bet , you probably never tell me, that wasn't even the first thing that came to your mind about me and my way I loved you and fee.ing it going g away.

Boy I know you hated everleavong, e . You can try and play. "I fell in love" sure you did slic,thinking God just makes it thatway.i guess I don't know how to blame you.

Any guess about what you saw, I'm confidently going to simply decline and make it one of two ways, its which, you know, if determining ever mattered to begin with

IIf it's not a problem but still a hopeless waste of time.

I'll just ask then again then. Perdon me, I mean actually no. That's funny still little though.

My former acquaintance, fuck is better to hear dearly, than my love. Maybe former. Is that way too formal. That's what I do though. Only to youthough. Remember crossingheartsa d hoping to die, in essence it blurs. I did , cometothink. That wasmy proposition to ease the disposition and fits and doubt that you or my loud mouth. You know, autocorrect blamedyou just then, and I fixed it, why? I really don't know anymore. But duhhhh. Ew .anyways if it's not not okay. If it does come in a few delightfully curious or my more favorite, the particular ones. That take the universe for its time for a mere better admiration but like it is, just better and nice in the particular way.

Man, I would, I will write you poems and good ones I hope one day. I will be a really good friend and have ideas when you need so me, I'd make you snacks and possibly, if we figure it out, I'd likethat , a lot though. A painting. And another that I sell for bank and give you the life, just , it's all I ask I just t want you. No more games. I promise, I mean I can't be whatever it takes and let you hurt me,like last time, especially, but not, it's all the same, like memory waves. I die little inside to the recollection as in , mostly how it all changed at the start. When I moved myself in and , I had no idea how or what was impending and boiling up pm til now. I literally didn't want to screw up being cute and cool enough to keep you, but you though. I don't know what I'm not trying the right way to hear from the way you feel about dealing with it, to the most I get to be able to make you talk about, and how I can be good, better. Not for you. I'm not your pedestal Deborah or queen of the world obviously, I don't know what you think or see. I don't care to know about it anymore than I'd rather talk about the things you know you can need me to be talkable , not even rashly or as a crush flavor. I don't know if I should go on with that thought, I hope I don't offend you at all.i hope more that Noone else had beat me to well enough alone. And it's, to everyone else but apparently me in the world, I should have assumed and chose the right one, and leave. I just don't like that though. I think I'm desperate, okay,yes. But I lost everything. Found you. Then lost it just like that, like a tablecloth one or In a big way, a t on of them played a ring and dress up for this worthy andwell deserved magic show on my table. That's my table , I mean, what am I fu d king up and doing off the same page, they make me feel so irrelevant to you, like they won, like gross, mean bully attention where girls. Who I was basically at 16. 16 and sexy was baselevel my game then, with myself more than anything.

Okay, they tellme to diethough.replay him et. Me in any mm or3

Hacking is for honest hard working lumberjack men slash ppl

Fuck you. Fuck you but yelled, at, you. You suck cookie stained egg salad smelling short bc you like to. I. Er I think I can figure anything out by my self for the rest of my purpose driven tuck n roll kind of life, but my life is a roller coaster by its self as is the idea of going to a fun amusing things park and indulge. I sincerely, and I will say it, I am a sad pathetic hypothetical of disasters meet maxed spectrum , I live there.

[homeiswhereyoubelong]

Boy, oh Boy, was I wrong.

Nothing will ever fix me, I will always be a sinner, I have doubts in my mind, I can never be what one would expect me to be, what society expects me to be. I truly have no future, I don’t know how my life ended up being this way, I always thought I would’ve been able to atleast do something with my life after high school but I have no passions, no goals, no ambitions. Time is ticking & I have nothing. Everything to me feels like a dream, I am existing to exist in a world where it isn’t socially acceptable to just disappear and die, we are expected to have a job and work until we retire, we are expected to have to make money or else we won’t have a way to provide for ourselves, we are expected to be “normal” and functioning, we are expected to know so many things by the time we are out of high school but no one is teaching us any of these things, NO ONE is teaching us what the real world is like, how society sucks the living shit out of you, No.

This fucking life is a lie, a fucking joke. I hope I can be taken out of my misery soon, I don’t fucking care about anything in my life and it has always been that way. I can’t even have peace after death because either I burn in hell or I don’t cease to exist & I’d have to relive the pain and suffering all over again. Why does this have to fucking happen to me? I often think about just how good things would be if I was just born normal but no, I’m not fucking normal and I don’t think I will ever be.