#PLEASE REACT ALSO TO FINISH ONE I WORKED LIKE 2 WEEKS ON THIS

[miszoblin]

I did it.

Harry knew that Voldemort is better wizard. But no one told Voldemort that Harry is better swordmaster.

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[lotusmi]

SUCCESS STORY!!🤎🧸

tw//mental problems, abusive family, bullying, suicide attempt, manifest/void obsession

first of all i want to thank lotus because it helped me even when i was thinking about suicide❤️‍🩹

it's been years since I learned loa and I was having problems with the manifest. althought I have known loa for 2-3 years, i constantly reacted to 3D and for such reasons I could not manifest anything for 2-3 years. and when i first learned loa i was obsessed with void. I was hurting myself to enter void. like if you don't enter void today I will kill you. i was crazy because of void. at the same time, I was staying in the family environment that dragged me to death, and I was bullied at school . i was hated by people even though i did nothing. i tried to commit suicide many times, my family wouldn't let me go to the therapist. also, no one said anything to the bullying I saw. thats why I bullied myself for years in the same way. if I told anyone I was being bullied and asked for help, they would say it was probably my problem to my face💀💀 and towards the end of 2022, i seriously couldn't stand it anymore. i was constantly reading blogs [i think there is no blog i haven't read, lmao] and the last time i couldn't stand it, i tried suicide again, but i failed. later i wrote to lotus and she gave me a lot of advice (baby ily😩❤️) and i cried more than i have ever cried that night. the problem is that while people were already ruining me, the real problem was that i was ruining myself too. after that day, in the first week, i had so many problems in my manifest journey. but until 2023, i said to myself, "i don't want to live like this anymore. i deserve the life I want.” i made a promise. and every time I felt like quitting, i remembered my promise to myself. and now i have revised my whole life, i live in dubai🤭. if you're going to ask how i did this, i started to listen to my inner voice, i almost stopped entering tumblr. i stopped affirming and wrote down the things that i was gonna revise one by one, and added them to the notes app on my phone. i made a note at the bottom that I already have these in my life. when “what if I can't manifest the life I want?” if such thoughts came to my mind, i told myself that the creation was already finished. in this process, i focused only on myself and was developing my self concept. before I went to bed at night, i was constantly imagining the life I wanted and I was staying in that state and saying I already had the life I wanted, I didn't affirm anything extra. and even those who made life difficult for me started to apologize to me. (i manifested their karma life lol) anyway I don't want to talk more about those bitches but I want to mention this. please take a break. relax. stay away from things like void, loa for a few days. I noticed that some of you are obsessed with void on this blog. but i must say void is just a method. if i manifested the life i wanted when i was only 12-13 years old, you can do it too. take a break and do what feels good to you. love yourself. loa blogs can help you up to a point. they can't spare all their days for you. start taking responsibility. find manifest methods that work well for you. love yourself. meditate. i’ve talked a lot but I would like to add that, if someone tells you that you are the cause of the circumstances you are experiencing right now, that you created the conditions in which you live, please tell them to shut their fucking mouths. no such thing. i was blaming myself again, thinking what a disgusting monster i am just because this “you create ur reality” thingy. but the truth is that creation is already over. good luck!

MY FAV SUCCESS STORY TO EXIST!!!! 😭

I literally cried when this girl texted me saying she is living her dream life, I was so pround, I am pround 💗

Backstory, she first texted me 12/15/2022

She told me everything about her circumstances, they were really bad ones, and she was 12 at time and this made my heart so broken (she revised her age) since her parents were really toxic and disgusting ( I am not going to say much about her old story).

So I told her all about the toxic home I lived and how I manifested it away too (my success, my failures).

So, time passed and 01/feb I got this text!

I literally cried because I was so happy for herrrr 💗😭😭

"How she did it?"

She focused in her inner Self being the only reality and ignored all circumstances!

"and i would love to you to add those youtubers and blogs" insta: - kriston jackson youtube: - lana blakely tumblr: - @becomingthatgirl111 — other sources abt loa: - joe dispenza, edward art"

I literally cried so much and I am so happy for you my angel, look how you did it! You were 12 and revised your whole life! 💗💗💗

And that are people out there who don't believe that it is possible to manifest things. Look at this girl 💓

You did it amazing love, I am so pround of you. You are deserving of all the best things in the world. I wish you all the fun in life. Thank you sm for sending me this, I feel so appreciated that I had helped you, but who did all of this was YOU! 💗💗💗

✉️You all, everything is possible!

[taintedtort]

hey hey hey~y guess who again?you made it perfectly clear with how happy you are and it makes me even happier that you reacted that way!ehe~e.

i promise i will wait for every one of your works, but i suddenly got an idea while reading one of your works!one about sleeping headcanons.and the idea is, maybe you will be interested to write how reader and characters do each others hairs?like, reader making a character some sort of hairstyle/adding accesory to them and character does so in return.hope my description makes any sense.and as for characters, with Aether, Albedo, Ayaka and Shenhe???

and if its hard to write this request for you, then dont worry!but can you imagine how nice it would be to braid Aether's hairs???and Ayaka being separeted from worlds simplest pleasures certainly deserves little "girl time".no???also i wish you goodest of lucks!

- 🦊 anon

prompt ✧ doing their hair

characters ✧ aether, shenhe, ayaka, xiao, kazuha, wanderer

warnings ✧ gn!reader, none!

a/n ✧ hello again! i added a few more characters if that’s alr? (i also saw your sweet words in my inbox, thank you) ALSO ALSO i’m writing a part 2 for them doing your hair so if you wanna look for that it’ll be up a few days after this

AETHER

✧ he loves letting you do his hair. honestly his arms get tired after a while because it’s so long, but when you do it he just gets to sit back and relax. he wont ask you to do it first, but if you insist you want to he‘ll let you. doesn’t mind going out of his usual hairstyle either, he just lets you play around with it. do whatever you want: high ponytail, claw clip, flowers, colorful clips, etc.

"you want to do my hair? sure, why not."

SHENHE

✧ her hair is very long and sometimes she doesn’t feel like managing it, so that’s where you come in. you gladly offer to brush out and rebraid her hair. she wouldn’t stray far from her original hairstyle, but she may let you do something different with it— no guarantee she‘ll wear it out though. not a fan of clips, her hair is too thick for them anyway. she does very much enjoy your fingers running across her scalp though.

"you’ll brush my hair for me? if you insist."

AYAKA

✧ she thought she wouldn’t like it at first because ayato used to do her hair when they were younger, but she soon figured out that was because he wasn’t gentle. your fingers carefully swept through her hair while pulling it up in her usual ponytail. she ended up closing her eyes without even realizing. when you finished you could tell she was disappointed, so you just continued to play with it. she sat there feeling like she was in heaven. you end up having to do her hair at least once a week.

"would you mind playing with my hair again? please."

XIAO

✧ was reluctant at first. his hair is short so he doesn’t bother doing anything with it and he doesn’t understand why you would want to play with it. you’d have to explain that you think his hair is super soft and that’d it’d be relaxing for him before he agrees. once he feels your nails run across his scalp he’s down. instantly melts against you and might doze off. that gives you the chance to put cute clips in his hair that he’d normally never let you do.

"you think it’s soft? really?"

KAZUHA

✧ he was happy you asked! he had no problem with you putting his hair in braids or adding colorful accessories, he was just glad you were having fun. he wouldn’t get embarrassed when you’d finish one hairstyle before pulling back and snickering a little before starting another. he liked that he was able to make you laugh, even if it was because he looked silly. he’d sit and talk to you, or listen to you talk, and it would overall just be a cute activity.

"having fun?"

WANDERER

✧ you’d have to time your approach right in order for him to let you anywhere near his hair. honestly it was better to not even ask, just run your fingers through his hair after he gets home and flops next to you with a huge, tired sigh. because he’s so tired, the sensation feels heavenly and he’d let himself indulge. if you started tugging at it like you were putting it in a ponytail, he’d pull your hand off, so you have to resist your urges. but i think if you beg enough while he’s in a good mood, he‘ll let you do something with it.

"fine! do as you please. archons, you’re so needy."

[nobodysdaydreams]

For my Wolf359 fans: I have an earth shattering theory about Blessie! 🪴 (Specimen 34)

As many have deduced from my recent poll, Blessie has become my favorite character in Wolf359. And as typically happens when I hyperfixate, the brain bees have activated, leading me to a groundbreaking theory about Blessie (trust me guys this is important).

So in my last reaction post during the episode where Mincowski hunts the plant, Hilbert doesn’t get a chance to say what species he mixed to create specimen 34. He makes guesses about the plant’s behavior based on how the species that he used to create the plant act (though he never names what they are), but doesn’t offer any more information than that. However, we know Blessie is intelligent and capable of understanding human speech, which means one of the species that it was created from was likely an intelligent life form; thus, Hilbert would need the DNA of an intelligent life form to make it.

And since the only intelligent life forms around for miles around are the humans on the station, it stands to reason that one of them is (technically) one of Blessie’s parents. But who?

Well, we know that Blessie, despite only being conscious for a few hours/days/weeks is resourceful, good at hiding out, and its first move was to take command of the ship and disable Hilbert (who it called “The Oppressor”). Once the plant discovered the other humans had locked Hilbert (“The Oppressor”) away after he betrayed them, it stopped attacking them and only reacted in self defense, refusing to kill Minkowski even when she wanted it dead. So the plant is instinctually trained for battle but also seems to follow an ethical code.

My conclusion? Specimen 34 was created in part with DNA from Reneé Minkowski. Which makes her conversation with Hilbert where she cuts him off before he can tell her what the “parent species” of Blessie actually are even more ironic.

Feel free to comment on the theory if you’d like. However, please don’t add spoilers to this post! I’m still listening to Season 2. If you want to follow my reactions or look up the ones I’ve already posted, you can do so by following the “#bods wolf359 reactions” tag or by following this blog.

UPDATE: I finished Wolf359 and wrote a fic on about this:

[bluewasthecolor]

If We Loved Again (I Swear I’d Love You Right)

Word Count: 1821

Warnings: None!

A/N: Part 2 of A Roller Coaster Kind of Rush. As it turns out, I can write quickly when people ask me to! So if you want something from me, harass me to write stuff and then I'll get stuff out more quickly. Also, the time jumps aren't chronological (at least in the "Then" sections). Finally, there may need to be a part 3...let me know if that's something you'd want.

Then

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind

“So this is really it, huh?” Alexia asked, arms folded as she watched you pack up the last of your things.

“This has been it. I haven’t lived here for nearly two weeks and my new lease starts today.” You didn’t elaborate or try to comfort her as you normally would and kept moving around the room, avoiding eye contact. 

“I know. I just thought…” The blonde trailed off, untrusting of even her own thoughts at this point. Nothing seemed sure anymore, not after your breakup. “Never mind. I’m going to go so you can finish packing in peace. I’ll see you at training, Y/N.”

“Bye, Alexia.” This made her cringe. You never called her by her full name, not even when you were fighting. It was always ‘Ale’ or some other pet name, never ‘Alexia’. She continued to make her way out the door, however, not wanting to make things harder for herself than they already were. She did let herself glance back once before she closed the door and what she saw would remain in her mind for months to come. Your head was bowed and you were holding something red. Alexia immediately recognized it as one of her sweatshirts that you had loved to steal and her breath caught as she watched you consider taking it with you. Ultimately, though, you decided against it. Unaware of the Spaniard’s gaze, you held the sweatshirt to your face, breathing in the familiar scent one last time before placing it back on the counter where Alexia had left it out. Her heart sank as she watched you do this, cementing in her mind that the two of you were truly done–and that you were truly done with her.

Now

So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

“Ale? Ale say something, please.” You’ve moved so that you can hold your hands, and your eyes are full of concern. The tears continue to flow down her face, but as she looks up at you she takes a deep breath before speaking.

“When I saw you with her a couple of weeks ago, all I could think about was how much I missed you.” You visibly relax at the words, but as she says it Alexia pulls her hands away. “But then I started thinking about us and…I don’t know, Y/N. Losing you was one of the most painful moments of my life and I’m not sure I can risk it again.” Fuck. This isn’t how she’s supposed to be reacting. Right now you’re supposed to be making up, but instead she’s saying she doesn’t want to be with you. You feel your heart break all over again, just as it did the day you left. You’re not here to just give up, you remind yourself. You have to try.

“I know. Believe me, I remember how much it all hurt. I was wrecked for months. But if we try again we can do it right. We know what we did wrong last time, we can make it work. I won’t run when shit gets hard like I used to, I swear. I want this with you. So badly.” You look down at your hands as you finish speaking, afraid of what you’ll see in Alexia’s eyes if you meet them. 

“I feel like you’ve had all this time to think about it, though. You planned out coming over here and just sprung this on me.” You open your mouth to protest, to tell her that there’s not really another way you could have done it, but the midfielder stops you. “I’m not accusing you, I’m just saying that I need that same time now, is that okay?” 

“Of course. How much time are we talking about here? A week? A month? Because to be honest with you I only started planning this yesterday.” Alexia reaches over and pushes you back, smirking. “Not all of us had the benefit of a rebound to help us out.” Her voice is teasing and it feels oh-so-good to be able to have light-hearted conversation again. That quickly dissipates, however, and Alexia turns somber once more. “I don’t know how much time I need. I just don’t want to do the wrong thing, you know?” “Take all the time you need, mi amor.” The blonde’s face softens when you use the Spanish pet name. Anytime you speak to her in the language she’s putty in your hands. “I’ll wait as long as I have to.” 

With that, you stand to leave. Alexia trails you wordlessly to the door and smiles at you before you exit. Although nothing has been resolved, you leave feeling much lighter than you had when you arrived.

Then

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times

I watched you laughin' from the passenger's side

‘She’s my soulmate’. That was all you could think as you watched Alexia laughing down by the water, swinging your niece around in her arms. You didn’t believe in soulmates or, at least, you hadn’t believed in them until now. But with Alexia everything felt different. She was exciting and made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. 

“Auntie Y/N! Come play with us!” Your niece yelled up to you, waving. 

“Yeah, Y/N, come play with us!” Alexia added in a sing-song voice.

You smiled back at them and pushed yourself off of your spot on the beach blanket. As you made your way down to the shoreline you couldn’t help but notice how perfect Alexia looked in that moment. Her hair was windswept from running around all day and her cheeks were a rosy pink from all the time spent in the sun over the past week. The evening light was hitting her in the perfect way, making her look like she was glowing. When you reached the pair, you lifted your niece into your arms and leaned into your girlfriend. The three of you stayed like that for a moment, taking in the sunset and the moment, until your niece began to squirm in your arms. You put her down and she immediately took off running. Alexia grabbed your hand and the two of you chased after her, laughing uncontrollably. Eventually you caught up with the little girl and the three of you collapsed into a pile of giggles, content to be with one another on the beach.

Now

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

You’ve never been a particularly patient person. As you wait for Alexia to make a decision you find yourself going mental. Ingrid, who you’ve confided in, is doing everything in her power to keep you busy. Your best friend knows how dangerous you can be when you’re made to wait for something so she occupies you with extra training and outings to new spots around Barcelona. On one such outing you’re so antsy that Ingrid relaxes her ‘no talking about Alexia’ rule (that she’d made after you spent the entirety of three hours waxing poetic about the midfielder) and allows you to vent.

“I just…I know part of it is that she wants to see if I’ll really wait for her but you know me, Ingrid. I hate the anticipation of it, I hate not knowing what’s going to happen.” “Everyone knows how impatient you are, Y/N. That’s why we never tell you where we’re going until we’re actually on the way there. But you’re right. Being able to wait for her will prove that this is important to you, that you think she’s worth it.” 

“I hate myself for ever letting her think that she’s not worth it. I was such an idiot the first time we were together and I’ll kick myself everyday for not letting her know how much I love her. She’s the best thing I ever had and I’ll never forgive myself for letting her go.” “See? That’s why you need to wait. Show her that side of yourself. Now no more talking about ‘La Reina’, okay?” 

Then

And then the cold came, the dark days

When fear crept into my mind

This was it. You both knew it, could both feel how different this moment felt. You weren’t spitting fire at one another and the passion was gone, you’d resigned yourselves to your fate. A silence had fallen over the two of you since your fight earlier in the day, neither of you sure of exactly what should happen next. You were the one to break that silence, making a decision for the both of you.

“I’m going to stay with Ingrid and Mapi. I’ll be back for my things once I find a permanent place.” You told Alexia as you stood in the doorway, duffel bag in hand. She had so much she wanted to say to you, so much she wanted to ask, but in that moment all she could do was nod. 

As you walked out the door you didn’t let yourself look back. You knew the sight of Alexia on the couch would be too much and you couldn’t bring yourself to be sympathetic right then. She was curled up, you knew that, and she would look so small. You hated the thought that you made her like that but even more you hated that you didn’t really care. She was just as at fault for the breakup, you thought. Why didn’t you get to be the one who stayed while she left?

Now

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So if the chain is on your door, I understand

When Alexia’s finally made up her mind, she texts you to come over. The whole way there you’re stressing yourself out about what she might say and about what you’ll do if she breaks your heart. You don’t know if you can take it, but you also know you don’t really have a choice. 

When you get to her place, you don’t bother knocking and instead just let yourself in as her text had instructed. Alexia is sitting on the couch this time and she gestures for you to join her. You perch nervously next to her, afraid to get too close.

“Do you want water or anything? I don’t have much food I’m afraid but–” She wrings her hands nervously and bounces her knee, until you gently stop her. “Ale. Just tell me. Whatever it is, I can take it.”

“Okay. Okay. So I’ve thought about this a lot, obviously. There are just so many factors to consider and I’m not really sure where to start here so I guess I’ll just dive into it.”

[sabcandoit]

HI!!! I don’t usually do this but could I request a spider noir fic where fem reader goes out to dinner with him and then forces him to dance (maybe waltz or tango?) with the reader, if you don’t want to do it I completely understand!!! ❤️💙

Just wanted to say I absolutely L.O.V.E.D your other noir fic it literally had me blushing it was AMAZING!!!!

(Sorry if if the English is bad) :]

Thank you for the request and the compliments! I had a hard time narrating a waltz of tango, so I hope swing and jazz are sufficient. Here it is!

Let's Dance!

Spider-Man Noir x fem reader

Summary: "Reader goes out to dinner with him and then forces him to dance". Peter is awkward and acts like he can't around others, but soon warms up.

Warnings: straight-up fluff. Thats it!

A/N: Thank you all for all of the requests! They are still open! I really want to make a part 2 to Desire, so that might be next. This one is pretty short, but enjoy!

It was your average dinner date with Peter, finally together after a long few weeks of work. There was a nearby bar club where they served great food and exceptional drinks. The last time, you were there with a few friends. It was a pleasant night filled with watching talented couples dance and hearing all sorts of lively jazz music from the band. 

You both stepped out of the car, Peter wearing a dressier-than-usual suit and yellow tie to match your nicely fitted yellow tea-length dress. It had short sleeves and a creme color shawl covered your shoulders. You also had creme-colored short gloves and heels on. Maybe a bit formal for a bar dinner, but you had a plan to make this man dance. 

Both of you enjoyed dancing in your living room while listening to your favorite records, and you were not too horrible at it either. Peter was quite the lead. Of course, watching those couples dance the other night made you swoon, thinking about how you two would look. He was completely unaware of this, you knew how he would react if so. He would deny his dancing abilities and shoo you off in hopes that you wouldn't ask again. He knew you two were great at it but he was self-conscious. 

As the waiter sat you both down at a small table and handed you the menus, you took off your gloves and put them beside your purse, watching as he smiled at you. “What are you thinking of getting, doll face?” he asked before looking down at his options. 

“Oh, I don't know yet.” you paused, sighing lightly. As you both talked about what meals look best the waiter took your orders and the night progressed. 

“Peter, How could you?” you laughed heartily as he finished telling you a hilariously embarrassing story. “It wasn't my fault! It was definitely an accident.” he chuckled. As you continued eating, you looked over at the dancers again, them perfectly swinging and swaying. Now was your chance. 

“Hmmm,” you hummed mysteriously. “We should join them,” you suggested, whipping back to face him with a playful smile. He was fast to shoot the idea down, “Now, you're full of great ideas but this is not one.” he joked, shaking his head. “Oh, Peter, please?” you begged with a puppy-like pout. 

“No.” he laughed breathlessly, basically scoffing. You started to stand up, shrugging off your shawl and scooting over to his chair. “Come on…” you grinned, reaching out and gently pulling on his stubborn arm. “Sweetheart, I can't.” he tried to pull back uncooperatively, but you didn't let him, pulling harder and raising him up in the process. “Oh yes, you can mister. I know from first-hand experience.” you giggled. He followed you stiffly with a frown as you dragged him onto the floor. You looked down, taking one hand in his and the other on his shoulder as he placed his on your waist. You then looked up at him with raised eyebrows and a sweet smile. As the music started up again, a trumpet billowed out a catchy lick as the people around you started swaying. You could see that he was clearly uncomfortable, so you whispered quietly, “You’re doing great!”. He smiled through gritted teeth as he focused on your feet, trying not to stomp on them. You just continued encouraging him throughout the first dance, the music playing a soft jazz number. As the song faded everyone stopped to clap before getting back in place. This time a much more energetic tune started, Peter finally warming up. He took his hand in yours again, swinging to the rhythm and happily laughing. He then pushed you out, as you twirled and came back in as he dipped you, holding on tight. “Keep it up doll,” he mumbled to you.

After the last dance, you both let go and started walking back towards the table. As you sat down you were both out of breath and sighing with big smiles. “Oh, that was fun,” you exhaled. “You were amazing, young lady. Much better than I expected,” he chuckled sarcastically. You swatted at him lightheartedly as you both walked out of the club content. 

“We should do this more often,” you suggested, holding onto his arm and looking up at him. He blushed lightly, gazing into your beautiful eyes. He didn't want to say yes, but he knew he was defeated.  “Yes ma’am.” he gave in, looking back up and patting your arm affectionately.

[saturnbellfromhell]

LILITH IN SCORPIO/8TH HOUSE

Lilith has caught my attention this week since I've been speaking more frequently to others about their Lilith signs and how they see their own placement. By doing so I was very intrigued and wanted to write about my observations and thoughts. In some parts of the internet Lilith is described in a very shallow light, it's given names she does not align with, so I will make my own post about it!

⚫Lilith is more than just sex, arousal, sexuality, nudity. It is our core wound and/our scar as women in this generation and all the generations before us. It is the shame we so desperately meet everyday for being ourselves and expressing our desires. Lilith is the women who is liberated not only in her body, but also her mind and soul. She was deemed as illogical and disrespectful for wanting the same as her male counterpartner, to where she was banished from her home. Away from  the place she felt safe, a foul mix of emotions turned her bitter. She felt hopless, powerless, frustrated, vulnerable and absolutely alone on her own journey. She was betrayed by the higher power and her husband, which is unforgivable and to never be forgotten. In doing so a new persona was formed, where our dear Lilith lays in the shadows and awaiting the light. She has the power to both heal and destroy, but firstly we need to find her and meet...

⚫In the astrology realm Lilith is said to be our subconscious mind. She is the pathway to our true self,all that lays underneath our taught ego and super-ego. She is the raw energy which pushes us to dig deeper and come to love our flaws and fears, but can also turn tables when put into a situation she does not favor. She is the darkness, the mystery and the secrets to our soul.

⚫Lilith also represents our feminine power and sexuality, how we deal with it, how we hide it and how be protect ourselves from it. This placement also shows where we are repressed and how we find the courage to escape it.

⚫She resides in the 8th house, frequently called the house of sex, death and taxes. In this new home she finds peace with guidance from Pluto and his transformative nature.

Observations for Lilith in Scorpio/8th house:

1. Many Lilith Scorpio women are prayed on by older men their whole life. Older, perverted and creepy men feel this deep sexual power this woman holds, even if she is dressing casual and working a normal job. (By no means am I saying if you dress more openly, that creepy men are invited). Men really smell it out and react to it either with desire or disguist.

2. They're  vulnerable spot is showing they're sexuality out and open, they get very shamed for being a sexual being, a feminine being and saying what they like.

3. Many of them had a bad experience with intimacy when younger. One of the early introductions with intimacy/sex are domination from other men most of the time. They want you to just be a vessel for them and for them to take their power.

4.Many relationships can become  abusive later in life, with men constantly being controlling or jealous or even both.

5. They can struggle with libido and struggle to relax during intimate times.

6. They have the upper hand when it comes to sex, they love to please and watch someone finish. It makes them feel powerful.

7. They know what they like in the bedroom. I've met Lilith Scorpios who like rough sex, but many  like very smooth and romantic sex. They are very vocal how they like to be pleased. By doing so they can get into argumentative situations with low value men, who take communication about pleasure as a women bashing their game. Scorpio Lilith attracts a lot of men with shattered egos, as we said before.

8. They can be very possessive at times over their significant other.

9. They get frequently called a freak or just plain creepy.

10. They need someone that calms them down rather than keeping them on their toes.

xoxo nk

[ladysomething]

Well, I lasted three update emails. I was holding out on starting your new fic so I could binge a lot of chapters at once, but after getting the update email today I just couldn’t wait and to no one’s surprise, I loved every minute of it! Such an interesting world you’ve created and it’s only going to get better (for us, for Charles who knows).

I do have to ask since I’m not a fic writer - when you say you’re expecting this to be around 150-180k is that daunting for you as a writer or exciting? Right now you’re averaging around 8,000 words a chapter so with that average that’s around 20 chapters and with possible (please don’t view this as pressure) weekly updates that’s 20ish weeks of fic! I’m always so curious if this seems overwhelming to writers? I know as a reader it’s so damn exciting.

lol can you tell I’m a numbers girl and not a writer?

ah thank you! I'm so glad you're enjoying it, and I totally understand the urge to want to wait. I'm excited you're coming along on the journey anyway!

moving on to your question, I'll try to be succinct but to nobody's surprise I am an absolute yapper so it probably will be a long and winding answer.

I think firstly, you kind of almost explained it yourself, but in the opposite way. I'm a writer, not a numbers girl haha. I personally (though other writers may have different experiences) don't really think about how many chapters it will be, or how many weeks of uploads, so there is really no opportunity for it to be daunting because it doesn't really enter my mind.

The outline I have for this fic IS broken into chapters, but I already am not sticking to it. When I'm writing, I often explore a scene in much more detail (and therefore many more words) that I expected when writing the note for scene. e.g. today's chapter was like "1. Charles goes into pre-heat 2. max claims Charles 3. Pierre shows up" and then it ended up being 10k. I just finished writing chapter 6, which is also at 10k, and I've ended up having to shift half of what I outlined for chapter 6 into chapter 7 because I found a natural end point and I didn't want to end up with a 20k chapter.

so, for me at least, when I write I make a lot of decisions based on my instincts. does this scene need more, or is it dragging? is this chapter complete, or does more need to be added? is there too much in this chapter, and should I split it?

all of which is to say - my estimate of 150-180k is based on how much I have written so far (55k) and at what point in the story am I up to (I honestly don't think act 1 is done yet). I suspect my estimate of 150-180k is very low, and it's not getting to that word count that's daunting, because it's not what I'm actually working towards.

what IS daunting is trying to tell the story itself. are the characters right? are their intentions coming through? am I hiding what I want to hide? do I have a note of plot I've started at the beginning so I make sure I follow it through to the end? working towards answering those questions is what I'm thinking about, and that is always daunting, no matter whether its 10k or 200k (though.... PWP is always fairly mindless hahaha).

but it IS exciting. especially when people love something. I've written a lot of fic in my time, long and short, complete and not complete, and I can absolutely guarantee that the difference between exciting and daunting is how people react. when people love something ... the nerves are there, but they're eclipsed by the sheer joy of knowing you brought a smile to somebody's face with your writing.

not to get sappy, but I whole-heartedly believe that my purpose on this earth is to make people happy through my writing. if I know that I'm doing that, I could write 200k fic after 200k fic and die a happy woman.

I hope that kind of answered your question anon! long and winding, but fairly thorough? haha

[melanieph321]

Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 2/6

Ugh, he looks so good 😮‍💨

Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!

Enjoy!

You barley had time time to settle into your new neighborhood in Turin, let alone your new apartment, before your first day at work. You were called into the office upon the same week as your arrival, with your boss eager to meet his new accountant.

"Mr Vlahovic is just finishing up a phone call with Japan. He will be with you in a minute." The lady at the front desk said. "Would you like some water while you wait?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

"Then please Miss Y/L/N, feel free to have a seat."

It was funny the way she frased that last sentence. You wanted nothing more than to be able to take a seat, or have a glass of water, however the pencil skirt you had bought in a rush did not fit you the way you wanted. It was too tight. One splash of water would make you look bloated and attempting to take a seat might split the fabric, revealing the fact that you wore no underwear to even fit into the skirt. Although the skirt went well with the rest of your attire, you had learned your lesson not to buy designer clothes without trying them on first. The measurements simply didn't match the ones in regular stores.

"Miss Y/L/N?" The lady at the front desk called.

You perked up.

"Mr Vlahovic is ready for you now."

Your heels clicked beneath you as you made your way down a long hallway lit up by the lights from the windows outside. It was a small office building remotely located from downtown Turin. To get to the office you had to either take the bus or ride another vehicle, like a bike. By foot it might be too difficult, specially if you preferred wearing heels to work, since the office building was located on top of a street hill.

You stopped in front of the glass door with a plaque on it that said D.V. da Boss. Through the windows you spotted him, a tall man with short cut hair, overseeing a stack of papers scattered across his desk. You knocked on the door not knowing what to expect, however you knew that your boss was fairly young for his attained position.

"Come in!" He called, without raising his head to look at you. He remained standing next to his desk, looking to ponder over the piece of paper in his hand. "You arrived just in time." He mumbled. "I'm trying to finalize my next project but I just can't seem to get the numbers..."

The man had gone to lower the paper that blocked his view of you, he then froze, eyes wide in suprise.

"You?" He said.

"Me?" You repeated, not really sure how to react to a man, fairly young and handsome, who's eyes wandered freely upon your frame.

"I..." He seemed lost for words. But clearly he recognized you from somwhere, but how, you wondered. You had never stepped foot in Italy before let alone Turin of all places.

"I didn't know that I would see you again." He said,  the first sentence he was able to form, having stopped staring at you with such baffled eyes.

And then it hit you, his voice, that smile, those baffled eyes.

"Fuck me."

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Dusan tried to keep his cool, but ultimately failed to as the memories came flowing back. Summer in Miami. His two week vacation had been necessary but ultimately too dull for his liking. That was, until he met her. "Y/N."

"Yes?"

She answered him, hands clasped together before her, a sign of nervousness. He was making her nervous.

"Wait" He thought aloud. His new employee that he was supposed to meet today was also named Y/N. But it couldn't be, she couldn't be.

"You're here....this is such a..." There were no words to describe the internal shock that he was feeling. The girl of his dreams, the one he thought to have left behind in Miami, was now standing before him, looking incredible in her tightly fitted skirt. Fuck. Dusan lifted his gaze, knowing that she must have caught him staring.

"Ciao, ciao!"

Just then his assistant Louisa entered the room, making the situation less awkward than it already was.

"I see you've met your newest employee Dusan." She smiled at him, having previously told him about the great candidate that she had selected out of all the applications. Little did he know that Y/N had been amongst those applicants.

"Y/N got here last week." His assistant said. "She's staying in downtown Turin by the condos you bought last year. I hope you're settling in well dear, you can always call us if you need anything." She said, turning to Y/N.

"Thank you, but I'm all good." She bowed her head with courtesy. Something that caused a stirr beneath Dusan's bowels, a stirr he had to gained absolute control of if he wanted to come out of this situation alive.

"Y/N, has come a long way from America. I think we owe our newest employee a tour of the city, don't you think Dusan?"

"Um, I might be busy." He mumbled.

"Too busy to show the poor girl around town?"

Dusan felt heat rise to his cheeks as Y/N eyes looked to him. "I've got work." He coughed, feeling himself spiral out of control right then and there.

"Don't worry." His assistant said, patting Y/N on the back, leading her out of his office. I'll give you a quick tour of the city myself, let's start with your new office shall we?"

Dusan was left alone as the two women strutted out of the room. He fell back in his desk chair, spinning it around to face the windows. He rushed to open them, as well as the top buttons of his shirt. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was cut too short by his barber. He was very displeased. "How the fuck am I going to fix this?" He thought to himself. Because it had been a mistake hiring Y/N. The memories of last summer, how the two had met and the things they had done together. It could ruin him. He had to get rid of her, if so God help him.

[hopelesswrites]

Midnight - Joseph Quinn pt. 2

You call Joe after a night of trying to forget him

18+ MDNI - small mentions of smut

(This one is mostly being sad bc Joes a dick. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to end this quickly with a happy ending or keep the hurt going a little while longer, please let me know what you think! Id love some feedback and input, should they get together? or is this little relationship doomed!?)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

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Weeks had passed and not a word from the man you were hopelessly in love with. He was travelling the world, you’d find out where he was through fan photos online. As time passed on you felt more and more depressed, your own cycle of life just not thrilling you like it used to. Joe was out doing things, partying, meeting girls, probably fucking them too, while you were stuck in London, home, work, home, work, a repeated routine. You hadn’t gone out with friends in weeks, hadn’t been on a date in months and hadn’t slept with someone since the night you had with Joe.

It had to stop though, if he was going out and fucking around so were you. So here you were now, doing your hair and makeup for a man you matched with on tinder 2 hours ago. Some would say this was a bad idea, most actually, but you needed to get out of the house and out of your head.

The man was nice, attractive face, rugby built body, accountant, boring. You couldn’t get it out of your head how utterly boring he was, but you persevered. He had taken you to a quaint little Italian restaurant, family owned, run down kind of joint. You also couldn’t stop thinking about how Italian was Joes favourite. How he had taken you to a much more enjoyable restaurant further in town and how you would rather be there with him.

Your date had moved on to talking about his apartment, how nice it was and how close it was to the place you were at now, you noted the area and how nothing here could be as nice as he was boasting it to be. The man’s flex continued, how convenient it would be to continue a couple drinks back at his. You mentally rolled your eyes, you had been in this situation before, go out with a guy that stays close to home so you conveniently go back for a shag. As much as you didn’t want to, you agreed, you really needed to forget Joe and if this is how to do it, so be it.

His apartment was big, but so painfully a bachelor pad. You examined his room, no cover on his duvet, 2 thin pillows, the thought of sleeping with this man in this bed made you sick.

“You have any tequila?” You asked looking around for anything good to focus on. He had dirty socks on the floor, a laundry basket full of clothes in the corner and a dresser with cans of lynx body spray lined up. This was a nightmare, this was worse than sulking over Joe.

“I’ve got Jägermeister in the kitchen” The man replied.

Typical, you thought, not even decent booze.

“That’ll do” You stated before making your way out to down the bottle.

You poured the both of you a shot each and downed it almost instantly, no time to process or react, you needed a second shot.

“Woah slow down” The guy chuckled, pulling the shot glass away from you. “We’ve got all night.”

Flashbacks to you trying to slow down Joe filled your mind and tears threatened to prick at your eyes. The reality of your relationship with the man becoming clearer, this was all it was for him. A convenient screw.

At that you latched yourself to the man in front of you, eyes squeezed shut, trying to imagine he were Joe, anything better than what you’ve got now.

As the kiss deepened you pushed the man towards the living room, opting for the couch rather than his unwashed sheets. As his hands explored your body, you felt nothing, only numb and sad. As he slowly entered you, all you could do was look at the wall and wince, hating every moment. You felt bad, it wasn’t this poor guys fault you were broken, it was all yours. You did this to yourself and now you’re suffering. Once he finished you bid him a good night and left, stumbling out into the street, shoes in hand one thought still stuck on your mind.

Joe.

You were lost, figuratively and literally. You didn’t quite know the area and you couldn’t afford an uber, so were stuck walking the streets, looking for anything familiar. Your mind kept wandering though. Was Joe in London? Was he thinking of you? Would he pick up if you called? What would he think if you told him about your night? Your phone chimed, taking you out of your thoughts. It was a text from your flatmate, she was going out and left the lights on for you, but a name in your contacts kept drawing you in and so you clicked on his name.

The phone rung a few times, you were ready to just hang up but the line stopped ringing and a groggy voice spoke over the phone.

It was Joe, he had said your name. His voice brought you bad to a sober reality and you looked around to see where your legs had taken you, the train station. Joe called your name again and you sniffled in response, not realising you had been crying.

“Is something wrong, where are you” Joe asked, sounding worried now.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called” You answer, ready to hang up.

“You don’t sound fine, you’re crying, where are you? Who are you with?” You heard shuffling on the other end, Joe was getting out of bed.

“I’m alone, I’m at a train station, about to head home”

There was a pause, “You’re alone, who were you with? Send me your location I’m picking you up”

“You’re in London?” You asked, your silent sobbing now subsiding. “You didn’t tell me”

Another pause, longer this time.

“I’m sorry, I got in on Wednesday” A whole 3 days ago, you thought.

You paused this time, debating whether to say your next line.

“I miss you”

You could hear Joe sigh. “Stay put and send me your location” before the line went dead.  

After dropping Joe your location you sat on a nearby bench and continued to sob to yourself. You felt ashamed, embarrassed by your own emotions. You really didn’t want to see Joe tonight, rather, you didn’t want him to see you. But you couldn’t say no, you needed someone right now, even if it was the man causing you so much pain.

Before long you spotted headlights coming down the street. Considering the time of night it could only be Joe so you got up, quick to wipe your face of any leftover tears and made your way towards him.

“You alright?” Was all he said when you sat down beside him. His head turned for a quick glance at you, checking for any damages you presumed before his eyes went back to the road and he drove off.

The energy in the car was tense, you could tell Joe was uncomfortable with what you had said on the phone and it made you want to disappear.

“What happened tonight?” Joe was the first to break the silence.

“Just drunk too much” Was all you said, hoping he would just drop it and drive you home.

“What were you doing on this side of town?”

You sighed at that, “I was seeing someone”

Joe turned to you this time, “Someone?”

You looked up to check the expression on his face, was he hurt? Excited? Confused? But he had turned back to the road, the dim lighting in the car not giving anything away.

“A guy from Tinder” You practically whispered, but you knew Joe had heard you. You could see the way he tensed up beside you.

“So you just use me to pick you up from your hook ups now? Is that it?” Joe practically spat. But you felt he didn’t deserve to be upset. He had ignored you for weeks, hadn’t even told you when he got back in town three days ago, he had no right.

“You didn’t have to come!” You retaliated.

“I was worried about you!”

This infuriated you, you laughed out loud , the only response you could muster that didn’t result in you crying. “Could have fucking fooled me, you haven’t spoken to me for weeks, anything could have happened in those weeks, you wouldn’t have a fucking clue”

“Well, did anything happen?” Joe shot back, matching your anger.

“Not a damn thing, while you’re off living your life I’ve been here, waiting for you”

That shut him up, the air in the car, still and thick with discomfort. You looked around noticing you were down the street from your flat.

“You can drop me off here” You whispered, the car coming to a stop instantly and you got out, not even looking back, not wanting to face the man it hurt so much to love.

[obeymycok]

MC’s Demon Form

I mentioned making something like this in my Pact Headcanons Pt.2 where the brothers react to finding out there’s a little more to the pact than they realize👀. It happens when they come to the human world with Diavolo and Barbatos to check on MC’s progress as a sorcerer under Solomon. Completed parts will be linked under the brother’s name.

Completed: Lucifer Mammon Leviathan Satan Asmodeus Beelzebub Belphegor

Taglist: @trashlord-007  @waldeinsamkeit600

365 days

52 weeks

12 months

A whole year

     No way of saying it made the brothers less sad about MC’s departure from the devildom. It was difficult but everyone had agreed, MC included, that they weren’t living up to their magic potential in such a different environment than they were used to. Also, they didn’t really need to use their pacts if they were always surrounded by the brothers, the demon king, his all-powerful butler, 2 angels, and the most powerful sorcerer in history. So, MC and Solomon had decided to return to the human world for a year to improve MC’s magic and experiment with their new power.

     Simeon and Luke had gone with them to ensure a hidden and safe training arena sealed with holy magic to prevent sustaining injuries. Diavolo and Barbatos would make weekly visits to check on MC’s progress. But the brothers were NOT under any circumstances, allowed in the human realm unless MC fully summoned them. The biggest reason MC left was because the brothers were too clingy the close proximity they constantly had with all their pacts could’ve very well been what prevented their powers from striving to develop.

     Obviously, this didn’t go over well with most of the brothers; but they did eventually see that it would be only beneficial to MC. The goodbye was full of tears from everyone; even Lucifer let a single tear slip when he thought no one was watching (you were :))) And so began the depression in the House of Lamentation

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“Rise and shine everyone! Today’s THE DAAAY!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted through the hallways, banging on all his brothers’ doors. 

     Normally, everyone would be fuming; but today was special. Beel was already awake in the kitchen making breakfast, accompanied by Lucifer who made sure he didn’t snack too much. Everyone else was quickly out of their rooms and helping in the kitchen to finish up breakfast. Yes, even Belphie was awake. Arguments were kept to a minimal and everyone was actually out the door on time. Only one thing could make the seven lords of hell get along like best friends and to work towards a common goal; you.

“My, what a surprise! You’re all half an hour early!” Diavolo exclaimed in his usual, joyful tone.

“Indeed, this is a surprise, Lucifer.” Barbatos agreed as he finished pouring Diavolo and the others some tea. Lucifer let out a small laugh in agreement as he took a sip, trying to hide his jittery fingers. Luckily, Mammon and Asmo were quick to draw attention.

“Why’d we have to meet at the castle first? And what’s with not updating us about MC’s training!? As their first man, I should’ve been the one to supervise.”

“As much as I hate to, I have to agree with Mammon. I miss our darling MC just so much I can’t stand it another second!”

“Asmo, Mammon, please...” Lucifer sighed again, this time in exhaustion.

“Actually, we figured it’d be best for you to see for yourself.” Diavolo stated with a proud smile.

“MC’s power has far surpassed what we even thought was possible. Maybe it’s because they’re the only one to form a pact with all seven of you, because they’re a descendant of Lilith, or both, we don’t know for sure...” Barbatos spoke, basking in the expectant and pleading expressions. “...but they’ve truly become a force to be reckoned with.���

     The air in the room changed, but not necessarily to something bad. Confusion is mainly what overtook the brothers. Some were also excited, some were nervous, some concerned; but most of all, they just HAD to see what their fragile MC had achieved in such a short time.

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“I’m nervous, Solomon.” you stated quietly as you both walked through the battlefield. The arena had changed to look like a forest while you and Solomon were to make your way to the finish line. Of course, the place was littered with devildom creatures; but that wasn’t your main concern. “I don’t know, what if they freak out? What if they get upset we didn’t tell them sooner?”

“You seem to keep forgetting that you had no say in that; not even Barbatos expected this to happen. Plus, Diavolo and I were the ones that agreed it would be best to keep this from them until we figured out the full effects of your power.” Solomon replied in his usual matter-of-fact tone.

     Still, you felt a bit unsure of their reactions. It wasn’t until Solomon had yanked you behind a tree, just barely missing a beam of magic, that you snapped back into your own head. The beast was about 10 feet tall and stood on two legs. Its jagged teeth protruded past its lips as it snarled, blood and drool dripping down.

“Well, no sense worrying about them now when we have one of these to deal with.” Solomon whispered with a hint of a chuckle as he smiled at you. You returned the gesture with a smirk and a single nod.

“Let’s fuck him up.”

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"Hey, Diavolo? Are you sure this is safe? Some of these look like the monsters we summon for the elite fighters." Poor Beel was very worried. These were the types of monsters his coach would summon when the team wasn't doing their drills fast enough and he knew how strong they were.

"That's LORD Diavolo, Beelzebub." Lucifer retorted in his usual tone, but everyone could tell he was also worried. "Lord Diavolo wouldn't put the human exchange student in harm's way, especially if Simeon's healing couldn't protect them if something dire were to happen. Isn't that right, Simeon." It was said more like a statement than a question, but Simeon could see the desperation in Lucifer's eyes; begging that you were never in danger.

"That's correct, Lucifer." Simeon answered with a knowing smile.

     Before any of the others had a chance to speak, a Baatezu smashed through the iron gates at the finish line. The brothers all got ready to fight before realizing it was dead.

“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.

There you were, but you looked like..?

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Aaahh I’m actually so happy with this!! I am actively making the bro’s reactions as this is posted. I finally have a day off work so I’ll try to get everyone done today. Basically it’ll be HC format of how each bro reacts to seeing MC as themselves or another brother. (Bros react to MC in Lucifer’s Form, Mammon’s Form, etc) If you interact with this post and tell me which bro you’d wish to see first, I’ll do that. If not, I’ll just go in order. I’m also starting a taglist so I don’t feel bad about cliff hangers so comment on a post and I’ll add you. Stay tuned, everyone! :)))

Edit: lol motivation said brr so I'll be posting a new brother daily

[themultifandomgal]

Antonio- Trying For A Baby/Finding Out

Shit shit shit. That's all I can think as I sit on the toilet seat after I just finished throwing up. My period is late, my boobs hurt. I have all of the tell tale signs of being pregnant. Yes Antonio and I have spoken about having a baby, but we didn't mean now. We've only been together for a year, living together for only like 6 months, how's Antonio going to react. I suppose I first of all need to see if I'm actually pregnant so I grab my purse and head to the nearest convenience store. I pick up a box of pregnancy sticks, purchase them and run home before anyone can see me.

The longest 5 minutes of my life happen and now I'm staring at two pink lines. Shit.

Shaking I stand up and place the test on the side of the sink while I wash my hands. How am I going to tell Antonio? How do we tell Eva and Diego? Will it be frowned upon because Antonio and I aren't married or even engaged? Oh god and my brothers, how are they going to react? The sound of the door opening pulls me out of my thoughts

"YN?" Antonio shouts

"Coming" I throw the used stick in the trash and the unused I put in the cupboard with my pads. I run out of the bathroom and downstairs to greet Antonio. I kiss his cheek "how was work?"

"Made a few arrests so it was a good day. How was your day?"

"Fine. Cleaned the house, had a nap, sorted Eva and Diego's beds for when they come to stay next week"

"Have you eaten at all?" He asks, but the thought of food turns my stomach

"Er yeah, I ate earlier" I lie

"I'll order in then. You sure you won't want anything?"

"No I'm good" I smile. I make my way to the couch and sit down. After Antonio orders his food he sits next to me, I immediately snuggle into him.

His food finally arrives but when Antonio joins me back on the couch the smell makes me immediately run to the toilet

"Babe? You alright?" I hear him shout for me as I start heaving in the toilet bowl, bringing up the small amount of food I've managed to eaten today "babe?" I grab some toilet paper wipe my nose and mouth before flushing the toilet and brush my teeth "what's wrong? Are you not well?" Antonio frowns. My eyes start to water "babe talk to me what's going on?" Knowing I can't hid this from him I spit and take a deep breath sitting back on the seat of the toilet

"I'm pregnant" I whisper. After a moment of silence I look up at Antonio "please say something"

"I'm sorry, I was just waiting for you to tell me why your sad about this"

"Your not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" Antonio smiles cupping my face in his hands "we're having a baby"

"We've only just moved in together and we didn't plan this for now. We've been carful"

"Have we though? I can think of a few occasions where I've..."

"Ok ok I get it" I giggle as Antonio wipes my tears

"That's that smile. I know we didn't plan to have this baby now, but we knew we would one day so what makes now any different? I love you YN YLN and I can't wait to meet this little one"

"I love you too Toni. So much. I'm just worried about Eva and Diego. Also what about my brothers. We aren't married and we have 8 years between us, what if people talk?"

"Then let them talk. Our friends don't care and anyway it's only 8 years, it not like I'm twice your age. Eva and Diego will be fine and if your worried about Laura then don't be. This is nothing to do with her. I'm 36 YN and I know you want at least 2 children so better to start now before we get to old" Antonio chuckles

"When should we tell Eva and Diego?"

"I think sooner rather than later. So they can get used to the idea, also they hopefully won't feel then like we've left them out"

"I agree" I nod my head

"You ready to leave the bathroom?"

"Yeah" I breathe out standing up with Antonio's help

"Do you want anything to eat now?"

"Maybe some pancakes with syrup?"

"Go sit on the couch and I'll make you some"

"Your the best" I kiss Antonio's cheek.

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 12-14 author notes

Hi hello and welcome to yet another ramble about Fragments C: I’m doing these regularly because there’s so much I wanna say about my idiots, and I like looking back and appreciating the work I’ve done.

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

I haven’t commented on any of the ShB episodes yet, so here we go. Chapter 2 is estimated to last for over a year real-time, it correlates to the msq events up to Amity. The name honestly I’m not too proud of, I didn’t wanna spend too much brain juice on it :’> But the cover.....

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning!

- Investigating each other. They’ve become completely new people since ARR.

- Despite what he thinks of himself, our lord and savior Crystal Exarch has the ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ grandeur ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆.

- Vivi’s self-image is similar, he doesn’t see himself as anything grand no it’s not a height joke but Exarch rapidly grows in his eyes as he learns about him.

- He sports an outfit I once doodled and found cute, I’m just being cheeky about his newfound obsession.

- He also appears fragile to Exarch, who’s literally seen a world where he died being this young. Exarch wants to protect him, to say the least.

- Vivi’s perceived helplessness and lack of agency in ShB, although it’s nothing he hasn’t already been through in his other WoL misadventures.

- The Light, of course the wicked white surrounding them.

Episode 12 I’m proud of writing-wise, but not art-wise. Turns out the Ocular is a bigger bitch to draw/paint than I’d anticipated, and, although I’ve mostly figured it out by now (having just released episode 16 for patrons), the colors and light in the episode 12 will forever stick out like a sore thumb to me, probably until I find the time to redraw it. Same goes for the Scions, learning to draw a whole bunch of new characters over a week (roughly, an episode takes 7~14 days to complete), well, I should’ve taken a bigger break and practiced some more.

I’d even apply the ugly word “crunch” to this episode. But ah, the best page wasn’t crunched, hell started breaking loose a bit later. Yeah I don’t work in order, usually I do the most important frames first.

A bit of a sidetrack: even though I sometimes find myself wanting for more time between episodes, I don’t think I can afford making the releases even more sparse, current 2-week cycle ensures that this story WILL reach its finale in some distant 2028 if not later, I’m not kidding, it might take even longer and I’ve only been working on the script for a year. The broad strokes are complete, but I indulge in adding more sweet nonsense here and there. Or sometimes a raw af dialogue pops up in my head and MUST be included in some chapter. In other words, help, this behemoth keeps growing.

Personally I’m loyal to my fandoms, and not in a rush to finish the comic, but my mmo experience bangs on that nothing lasts forever: I don’t know where the xiv community would be in 5+ years from now, and I need A LOT of people supporting me, allowing me to work on this full time. So I’d rather keep a steady pace while it’s still possible.

As I get more xp in painting backgrounds and learn all the ShB character designs, it should become easier for me. Currently I’m fumbling through a new field, so please bear with me :’D

Back to the main topic: I came up with and scrapped at least 2 ideas of the transition between ARR and ShB, the timeskip was always planned, but Vivi needed some more introduction still. Current iteration of Exarch “interviewing” the Scions seems the most fun and creative to me.

Also, tea parties with Urianger and Feo Ul :> They’re his only two friends in my hc, Urianger he purposely revealed himself to, and Feo Ul, merely being a soul in a sparkly shell, can see Exarch’s soul as well, hoods are useless. All while they’re somewhat reliable, truly the paragon of pixies who wouldn’t randomly spill his secrets (probably).

Vivi’s a mirror. Every single one of us is, to some degree. We react and adapt to the way the others treat us, and so does Vivi. Unintentionally, of course. It’s a natural “passive trait”. All the Scions except Urianger (for the same reason he managed to trick the pixies, he’s just a special smartass) see their reflections in Vivi, direct or warped.

Y’shtola is basically this:

Can’t promise equal amounts of screentime for all the Scions, but the twins and Thancred are the closest to Vivi, you’ll definitely see more of them.

He’s 26 now, which is still rather young by the elezen standards, and he’s way too tired (tm) probably like most WoLs at this point in time.

Maybe not of life itself, but he’s definitely sick of the Source and all its inhabitants. For all he cares, this place can go to hells.

His state just so happens to be perfect for the isekai love story that awaits him. How did he get there? I know, you’ll have to stick around until I deem it appropriate to drop some flashback episodes. I’m leery of loredumping too early on: firstly, you current readers will get more invested over time, therefore have more fun learning about him at a later point; secondly, I’m personally not a fan of tragic backstories right in yo face, before the main story gets a chance to breathe. And, mind you, Vivi’s past isn’t even THAT tragic, just, well.. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes \o/

In this episode I wanted to show his practical approach to things. He may possess an Echo, Blessing, soul stone and whatnot else, but gotta stick a good ol’ dagger in a boot just in case. He’s a doubter, just a tiny bit paranoid.

Also he has The Chair (tm) where he dumps clothes on. His room in the Rising Stones looks vague for now because we indeed don’t return there for years in real time, I don’t need to spend my energy on designing this room in detail just yet.

Most items don’t hold any special meaning, he simply prepares for a journey into the unknown. Well, there’s the journal he dumps his cringy thoughts in, and doodles sometimes. The trinket he holds here is a Princess Ai easter egg:

I talked about Vivi’s character influences and inspirations here if you haven’t seen yet C:

Exarch’s glorious meltdown does a good job averting eyes from Feo Ul being right there in the beginning of the episode 14, but yeah they’re present not for no reason :>

Mentally he’s still in the msq cutscene.

Gotta mention that there’s no amnesia, insanity, or other sad brain fuckery ever in this comic. Vivi’s head’s made of dense and sturdy stuff x’D

Just a meme I made because I had to :>

There isn’t much Deep Meaning in this episode, the visuals speak for themselves, and I’m DAMN PROUD of them.

We don’t see Exarch in this moment ingame, so I took my creative liberty to illustrate the range of emotions he goes through in like 5 minutes before finally rushing out to meet his hero in person, forgetting that he can teleport at will (yet another hc of mine) anywhere in the Tower’s vicinity, and doing so on foot.

That’s it for now, thank you for reading this and enjoying Fragments C:

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HOLD UP, SO LIKEEE I WAS READING SOME WORKS RIGHT? AND RIGHT HERE IT SAID “There was actually a fifth member before you were involved” FOR THE MUTANTS OKAY? Like ngl I’m interested… SO how would the popular kids react with a reader who went on a vacation for like 1 week or 2. And like when they came back the reader is showing the pics they took and saying how they made friends over there. BUT in one of the pics it shows the 5th member being there just posing for a selfie with reader! After being taken away by the gov maybe they’re on the run lol -🌊

TW: None

"When exactly did you take these pictures?" Tina asks as she snatches the phone from your hands looking at the selfies the others crowd around her as she swips through all of the pictures.

"About two days before I left from there" You watch as everyone made eye contact with eachother before they basically force you up from your seat "come on we're leaving early."

Before you know it they had you back at your vacation spot looking around themselves along with some hired people to help look around "Are you sure this is where you both met up?" Tina asks almost shaking from nervousness

"Yes I am."

Petra quickly jumps into the conversation "we should look further out I doubt she'd stay in one place for too long."

Everyone seems to agree on this failing to realize the pair of eyes watching from a distance more specifically you as you're grabbed by the hand and dragged off with the group.

It had been 4 days since coming here and scouted your vacation spot and further along with having more than 50 disguised workers going even further out in hopes in finding the woman.

However it all fell in vain as no clues or hints beside what you had shown them in the pictures were found and while it utterly destroyed them they would force you to delete the pictures not giving a reason other than it being for your safety.

"Can I please know what's gotten into you who is s-" before you can finish your sentence you're cut off by Jake "There are things better left unsaid if you don't know why by now just know that the foundation is keeping things quiet for a reason." Jake leans against the hotel room chair before continuing "Also please keep it down there's a reason why we have this." He lifts the almost finished notebook from the table having burned all the pages they've used.

You watch as he tosses it back onto the desk before standing up and laying in between you and Petra laying his legs on Pauls lower back even with his relaxed pose you can tell he does have a lot in mind along with the others as Petra taps her leg on the ground while paul stares at the ground even Tina who usually clings onto you is simply sitting beside you with her arms crossed while staring at her thighs.

Despite the next two days being even more demanding everyone seemed to be in a bad mood at the failure of not being able to find the fifth member, Despite it being painful to say they tell you to delete the photos.

You stare at Petra with your eyebrows furrowed "Can I know why?" Petra makes eye contact with you before responding "Unless you wish to deal with both the foundation and government at the same time i'd highly recommend you do it as of now, you know I don't say things simply to say them." She says in a no nonsense tone.

This causes you to delete the pictures albeit hesitantly and continue on with your trip back home everyone quiet throughout the whole way back due to this its left you to either do your own thing to be able to pass the time, Before you know it your in your own home which in itself a surprise since Tina is always adamant that you have to be at her house no questions asked.

As the days go on you notice the others seeming much more distant with you, they are always around but compared to before where they used to hover over you, They don't even ask where you are going or where you're at unless you've been gone for a sizeable amount of time in which they'll go looking for you or ask where you've been.

Besides that they all seem so tired paler more tempermental but the one to have hit harder is Tina who's usually bubbly now is quiet and refuses to leave her bed unless forced to by the others or the foundation.

Petra has been working so much that even jake struggles to even have a full conversation without her leaving to do something, Paul's anger has gotten worse that it ended up with him getting suspended from the football team and into solidarity the only one who seems to have taken it the best being Jake who seems to be the only one who is really by you nowadays.

Even then he always seems to be very deep in thought he doesn't seem to notice as you stare at him as he always normally does, You can't help but feel a bit of guilt seeing them in this way, sighing you look away from and out his room window only to make eye contact with someone very familiar but as you're about to warn jake but she does one simple motion; an index finger to her lips.

This catches you off guard leaving you to stay quiet but your face causes Jake to look at you confused "what's wrong?" You look at jake in which he immediately stands up and looks out the window seeing no one there "I guess we're all losing our minds, come on sit down already." He goes back to sitting on his couch waiting for you to follow suit.

Looking outside one more time you see nothing making you sigh before sitting down "Relax it's probably our fault you've been anxious as of late, here how about this we can watch some television." Jake grabs the remote and turns it on "What do you feel like watching? We can always wa-" you both watch in shock as you see her face on tv.

"She is a five foot six black female mutant with type 3B hair and bright yellow eyes if seen please immediately report to the appropriate authorities and under no circumstances should contact be made for your well-being and safety, As she is highly dangerous...."

Jake immediately stands up grabbing his phone calling both Tina and Petra before you know it you see cars park outside Jakes driveway "Uhhhh Jake." He grabs your hand with free one as a way to tell you he's busy but when you yank on his sleeve he looks at you "we have a problem outside." Jake goes toward the window freezing up upon seeing the cars.

"One more thing you guys the jackass is here."

Request are open!

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"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 15

Chapter 13

ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.

This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I've already changed the ending. Lulz.

I said this in another post, i really don't know what's gonna happen over the weekend.

If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don't know how i'll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.

No no, i'm kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.

SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I'm sorry, please don't leave me in that time!

I'm also sorry this chapter isn't super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn't wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That's not fair to anyone.

SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.

Which honestly shouldn't be that different because all the trailers we've seen she's been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.

Oh PS-- Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn't use this song earlier, it's so fucking accurate.

But better late than never, right?

PPS--- Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don't work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i'll give the spots to other people.

Alright here we go!

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You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other. 

“....You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him. 

“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”

“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!” 

“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins. 

“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.

“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”

“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”

“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically. 

“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile. 

“I proposed!” He reminded you.

“Almost proposed,” you clarified.

“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the--?”

“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no--”

“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”

“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,” 

“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”

“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly. 

“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,” 

You recognized it immediately. 

“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?” 

“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” 

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Eddie’s 14th Birthday

“....Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!” 

“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish. 

“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing. 

“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly. 

Two candles on a stack of pancakes wasn’t ideal for a birthday cake, but Eddie appreciated any effort you gave him. God knows no one else did. Eddie sighed and blew out the candles, to which you promptly started loudly cheering and clapping.

“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself. 

“I hate you,” he grumbled. 

“You love me,” you teased, but both of you stopped as soon as the words left your lips. You just stared at each other while Eddie tried to suss out how serious you were being, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even joking about it. 

“...Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,” 

“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,” 

“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes. 

“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,” 

“Right,” he rolled his eyes. 

“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him. 

“...I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake. 

“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.

“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.

“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled 

“US weird,” 

“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,” 

“...Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?” 

“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like--”

“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party--??”

He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it. 

“....You don’t like it,” You said softly.

“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,” 

“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie--” You started to take it back. 

“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry. 

“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.

“Really?” you bit your lip, doing your absolute damndest not to look at his lips at that moment. His hands holding yours with that look on his face, it felt like the most intimate situation you two had ever been in since you’d known him. 

“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,” 

“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.

You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Eddie, I um--” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt. 

“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life. 

“I--” 

“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.

“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table. 

“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,” 

“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes. 

“....I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to--” 

“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?” 

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet. 

“Alright you, let’s go,” 

You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie 

who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile. 

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 “I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair. 

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.

“What are you--”

“You realize what all your little ‘memories’ have in common?” He snapped. “They’re all moments where we came ‘this’ close to being together, but inevitably one of us chickens out, or gets interrupted, or something else!”

“Well yeah but--” 

“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”

“Eddie--”  

“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,” 

“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension. 

“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.

“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.

“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.

“I don’t--” you looked up at him, confused.

“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.

“I know you’re gonna tell me--” 

“I think you wanna bring these up so you can ‘atone’,” he accused. “You think that one of us or both of us is gonna die, and you wanna apologize and get everything off your chest before we do,” 

“Eddie…”

“And I’m not accepting that, do you hear me?” He moved his hands to your face. “I’m not letting you give up on me, not now. We’re not rolling over and accepting death. We’re gonna go make it to this portal and get the fuck out of here,”

“Baby…” 

“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,” 

“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down. 

“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.

“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.

“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey. 

“Hmmmm, well--” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,” 

“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,” 

“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,” 

“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.

“....Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.

“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…” 

“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,” 

“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed. 

“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.

“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think--” 

“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.

“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.

“No, but--”

“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.

“I just--” 

“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?” 

“Yeah…” he nodded softly.

“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,” 

“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.

“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?” 

“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.

“Yeah, you think I don't know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?” 

“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?” 

“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,” 

“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up. 

“Why do you need to--” 

“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.

“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you. 

“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a

“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you’re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so--” 

“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,” 

“Eddie come on--” you reached for him but he jerked away.

“NO,” He shouted. “I just want--” 

 “Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.

“Because you weren't around, Y/N!” he barked back.

“Wha--” 

“I spent years trying to not care about what you thought of me, d’ya get that?” He laughed tearfully. “I spent years trying to downplay the shit you and your sheeple friends would say about me, do to me,” His blood began to boil just thinking about it. 

“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.

“Eddie, I--”

“Y’know, honestly at this point your brother’s opinion should matter to me more than yours does!” he cut you off. “He’s been nothing but nice to me, hell he admires the shit out of me! Shouldn’t you want me to impress him? Set a good example to him by walking across that stage, not giving up?”

“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example--”

“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch. 

“Eddie--”

All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died. 

“No, this is always what it comes down to, Princess,” he wasn’t backing down this time. “You think you’re better than me. You will always think you’re better than me. No matter what I do, or say, or how much you claim to love me, that will be always be true,” 

“No it won’t!” you protested.

“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,” 

“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,” 

“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,” 

“That is so ridiculous--” you dismissed his thought.

“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”

“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!” 

“I’m not saying that,” You jogged quickly to catch up to him and stopped him. “I’m saying listen to yourself: Two minutes ago you got pissed that I kept dragging up memories that I felt bad about. You got mad for me trying to-- atone, or whatever,” 

Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying. 

“And now I think I'm better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just-- what, make you feel like a moron?”

Eddie knew you were right, deep down he knew that. But for some reason all he could think about was how cruel you had been to him in High School, how you had always been too good for him. That none of this was real. 

“I don’t wanna do this anymore--” He shoved past you and kept walking.

You knew what you had to do-- you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people. 

Then you had an idea. 

“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks. 

“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you. 

“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”

The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.

“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,” 

“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.

“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him. 

“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…” 

Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words. 

“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,” he felt himself singing softly back to you, thinking about all the years you had lost. The years you were so close yet so far from each other. And deep down he knew he had never given up on you, not for one second. 

“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing. 

He had always been a beacon to you, even when you had tried to deny it. He had always been there in the back of your mind, keeping you from ever being truly as awful as the rest of your ‘sheeple’ friends.

“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now. 

God this song would’ve been so perfect to actually admit your feelings to one another before all of this bullshit had gone down. You could have stood up at your graduation and sang it to him. Hell, you could have stood up at any dance or school function and sang this to him. You could have announced to the world that you, Y/N, captain of the cheer squad, valedictorian, all american girl, were in love with Eddie Munson, the ‘freak’. 

“And I can't fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”   

You couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, trying to fight your feelings for him. For not fighting for him, for you, for the two of you. Why you hadn’t just said what you were really feeling, telling them to go to hell. But you were saying it now, and you were saying it to fight for him. Fighting for him against something far more nefarious than a bunch of white-bread Americana sheeple. 

You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.

“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,” 

WIth those words, Vecna’s hold on Eddie was relinquished. He grabbed your face in his hands now and pulled you into a long, luxurious, kiss. You both stood there for a while just exploring each other’s mouths, being taken back to the moment you had kissed for the first time.

When you both had been so relieved to see the other alive, knowing how you felt about each other. When your lips had finally cascaded against one another after almost a decade of wanting, waiting, yearning.

And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts. 

“No, I'm sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”

“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on. 

“I just-- I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want-- need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,” 

“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.

“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just--” You cried.

“No,” he pulled you back to face him. 

“No, don’t you think for one second of just-- dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,” 

“You don’t--” you put a hand to his face.

“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you-- you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll--”

“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,” 

“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you. 

“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.

“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,” 

“I love you, Eddie,” 

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”

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Eddie’s Trailer 

Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them. 

“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud. 

“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,” 

“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them--” 

Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling. 

“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing. 

The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it. 

“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them. 

“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”

“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.

“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.

“She didn’t make it,” He finished.

“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly. 

“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.

“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her--” 

“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!” 

“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in. 

“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend--?” Dustin stammered.

“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.

“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.

“...It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.

“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.

“You just let him stay there with-- with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body. 

He was dying inside, trying like hell to keep it together. You were more of a best friend to anyone in the vicinity at that moment. You had been his first friend, his big sister. You taught him everything. His ABC’s, how to count, what made the perfect burger and pizza, which ice creams were good and which were downright toxic. 

He had waited for what seemed like forever for you to come home from Chicago, wanting to ask you about girls. He knew you’d be reluctant, but he wanted to tell you all about Suzy. You had been the first person he wanted to tell in the first place. But when he called your dorm the person who answered said you were out, and then never gave you the message. 

He had felt the two of you growing apart since you had left, and it would have killed him if he hadn’t been so busy with the literal apocalypse happening every other minute of the day. He wanted to keep you from it, from all of this. For this exact reason. He didn’t want you involved because he couldn’t lose you, and now his worst nightmare had happened. 

“We tried to--” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body.  His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you. 

He was bigger than all of them, even an inch or two on Steve, so he had easily ripped away from their grasp and ran back to your side, cradling you in his arms. She had finally been the one to beg Nancy and Steve to just let him be. She couldn’t take hearing him cry anymore, it was too tortuous. 

“Dustin we really tried to--” Robin tried telling him.

“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”

“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.

“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.

“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I'm a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”

“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder. 

“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids. 

“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie. 

He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.

“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?” 

“Ladies first,” 

“Nance,” Robin pointed at her. 

“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole. 

“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.

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Meanwhile

You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!” 

You were practically howling in pain as Eddie pulled you through the park, your leg throbbing in pain. BUt you did your best to keep up with him, lest he drop you and leave you there. Though you knew he’d never actually do that. 

“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.

-------

At The Portal

Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal. 

“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!” 

“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “...And Y/N!”

“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn't care who saw them. You were alive. 

“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!” 

“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.

----------

You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both. 

“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called. 

You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!” 

You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together. 

You were so elated in thinking about getting out of there you didn’t notice a rock in your path. You tripped on it just before reaching Steve, sending you sailing on top of it, banging your head against it. It knocked you out cold. 

Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you. 

“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him. 

Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view. 

“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.

Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder. 

“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked. 

“What the--” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.

“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna. 

“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,” 

He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.

“You SON OF A---” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could. 

“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes. 

His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon. 

‘What just--” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”

How were they going to save you now? 

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CloverCoin Artpack 2024 March + Updates

[PATREON POST + ART PACK] Hey everyone... I see March is rounding the corner to being over and I realized I never actually make an official patreon post yet. A lot has been happening on our end / IRL. We recently found our we might need to move this summer... But thanks to a lot of back and forth between us and the new landlord we got a lease extension for 1 year to prepare our savings and safely move out to another place in town or around this town we are currently living in. After a lot of discussion between my husband and I, we're really struggling to find rental single family homes that fit our disability needs AND budget. Rent bubble in our area is about 70% more than our current rent which... is mind blowing. But we are determined! With further discussion we think we agree, we'd like to buy a house to make sure our needs are met and that we can take care of our senior dogs without having our lives uprooted without notice. So our belts are going to be really tight over the next year while we try to scrimp and save every penny to go towards our goal to purchase a house next year. That is scary but also so exciting! Wish us luck, we're going to need every lick of it to pull this off. ~~~ Other worse news... The reason why I've been struggling these past few weeks. My family has been reaching out to me and it's official. My mother has a terminal cancer diagnosis. I do not live near her, so I would like to budget a trip out to see her at some point this summer. We don't have any real time lines yet until we see how to reacts to chemo treatment. She's just started that this month. So that's been a weird tangle of emotions and talking with my siblings about what we expect out of all this. How we each can help in what ways we can. One of my older sisters is taking control of talking with the doctors and updating us since my mother is extremely avoidant about talking about her illnesses. At this time I won't be taking any time off from working and doing adopts/commissions. We need the money more than ever, even just to go fly or drive up to see her. But I will update on patreon/discord when I'm taking a week or so off to visit her. ~~~ More middling news? Our two senior dogs, Ollie and Junior, have been having little health scares this year. Feels like 2024 just started and so much has happened! Ollie has been diagnosed with a heart murmur and is on medication now to help treat it. Diet and life style changes as well to help him stay fit. Junior may have had a small seizure or stroke, for 2 days he was not able to stand or walk which really scared us. Both have been to the vet multiple times this year and are being watched VERY closely. I just hope nothing happens to them before we find them a new house to live in. (knocks on wood) ~~~ I myself am having some medical issues but... Just with everything going on I just haven't had time to assign myself with a new clinic and new gp. My new health insurance won't let me see the old one anymore and it's EXTREMELY disruptive to my whole life. So there's a chance my body might get a flat tire in the future, but I'll try to manage it accordingly. To end it all on a good note, I did finally finish my very last tooth filling / replacement and after a year and a half of constant dentist visits, my mouth is all fixed! Hooray!!!! Now we just have to tackle my jaw and TMJ problems haha. ~~~ I think... that's the big items of what's going on. Why I've been really absent online and for updates. Life just kinda had a weird downpour on us, but we're sorting it out. We signed a new lease. Prov is working very hard at his new job. The future is really scary for me right now and I'm really struggling. Please be patient with me while we go through these big life changes at this time. I'll be opening up new commission slots soon to start a monthly income to help with house savings. If anyone has pending commissions with me or trades, please never hesitate to DM me/poke me for updates. I've been a lot more disorganized more than usual lately and I am happy to give any updates or refunds as needed should anything come up that I can't handle. Sorry bout the long read everyone, but thank you so much for skimming through and keeping up with what's going on in my life. I've been desperately missing art more and more every day I spend away from it, so I look forward to sharing even more art with you all! Thank yo everyone for all your support! AJD . ART