#WHEN. WHEN HE ASCENDED AND TURNED INTO RAINBOW LIGHT WITH THE POWER OF WANTING TO TELL ANNABETH HE LOVED HER.

[talonabraxas]

Venus in Sagittarius Dec 29 – Jan 23

Dec 29, 2023 – Jan 23, 2024

Venus: goddess of art, romance, pleasure, and beauty. Venus speaks to the heart. In Sagittarius, the heart can finally breathe, soar, run wild. Everything unfolds quickly in Sagittarius. This archetype invites space, freedom, adventure, and spontaneity.

This is all very welcome after swimming with Venus in Scorpio. With Venus in Scorpio, we often scramble to remain in control when things start to feel less than perfect in our relationships. Inevitably we learn that we cannot force or manipulate the path. Instead Scorpio teaches agency and self-empowerment. I hope you’re feeling stronger and sexier. We are learning to strike a balance between power and vulnerability.

That ferocious need we feel, the need to love another, to have them as our own, that hotblooded passion? It’s an addiction and obsession, this delicious desire which keeps us awake at night. And ultimately it begets more pain and chaos because it is channeled into other rather than Self. Turn it to gold inside you, let it fuel the metamorphosis. It is worth asking: what would happen if I “lost control”? What would that really look like? We need to look at our patterns, truly, and then break the fuck out of them. Venus in Scorpio is ultimately about self-discovery rather than sex or lust. The passion (complication/chaos!) we seek in interpersonal relationships is really intended for self-love.

Let the healing begin! It’s time to ascend with Venus to sparkling Sagittarian skies. This transit will carry us blissfully into the new year 2024. With Venus in Sagittarius, the heart glows like a joyful bonfire. This is an exuberant, festive cycle. Sagittarius the Centaur is spirited and vibrant, helping us move forward and close the scorpion chapter. No need to dwell in pain or resentment anymore. We can embrace the winter holiday season with inner warmth and optimism.

There are a few challenges waiting for us here, too. It is wise to remember that Sagittarius belongs to the fire element and shares the same traits as Aries and Leo: impatience, restlessness, impulsiveness. When life feels like too much, Sagittarius quickly boils over – or looks the other way.

Sagittarius enjoys being so light and carefree that dark or heavy things get overlooked on purpose. This is problematic when a situation calls for an assertive response or when something important needs to be finished. Sagittarius can be flighty and avoidant. He hates confrontation and discord. He just wants to dance in his rose-colored glasses all night long.

In our relationships we just need to slow down a little and inhale some fiery courage. Let’s dance in place for just a moment to see it all, acknowledge the whole. And then we can race off again into the rainbow disco star kingdom see you there! And happy new year!

Heads up: Mercury will still be retrograde for the first 4 days of this transit.

Jan 1: Last day of Mercury Retrograde + Venus square Saturn in Pisces. Though you might be feeling really amped to start the New Year 2024 off on the right foot, a square to Saturn makes us feel lazy and averse to routine. The key is to just go with it.

Jan 19: Venus square Neptune in Pisces + Mercury in Capricorn trine Jupiter in Taurus. Exhaustion & physical discomfort. Not a good time to socialize or go out. This Neptunian square may also coincide with natural disasters like floods or heavy rains. The trine between Mercury and Jupiter should bring some levity, however.

Jan 20: 1st day of Aquarius Season + Pluto returns to Aquarius! Craaaaazy day, expect the unexpected.

This transit is an especially favorable time for natal Sagittarians, as well as Aries, Libra, Leo, and Aquarius. If you were born with Venus in Sagittarius, this is your Venus Return.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi! It’s me, can I request if Teen Reader who is the master of most powerful elements (fire, air, wind, ice). She was found by castle shrine when she was a baby, her parents put her there to protect her from bad people who want her gift.

She grew as master of elements after all practice. She train her pupils to learn the powers. Her students see her as their big sister who care and support them. Y/n dies in old age but Brunhilde summon her to help her to save humanity. The human champion found Y/n amaze because of her powers and story. She went to her match as she hear her pupils and human champion cheer on her. Y/n combine her powers to transform into Axel, The Warrior of Protecter.

Axel is Y/n transformation when she combines her power and became strong into her form.

Take all the time, no need to rush.

-You smiled softly, thinking back to when you were still back on earth, the shrine you had called home for your whole life, and all of those who had come into your life.

-You were blessed with powerful abilities, control over water, fire, wind, and earth, many thinking you were a goddess, but you were humble and assured everyone you met that you were human and to not worship you.

-You learned from the shrine maidens and priests who lived at the shrine with you that your birth parents brought you to the shrine when you were very young, a toddler, because there were cruel and evil people who wanted you- your abilities for their own greedy desires.

-You made the shrine your home, growing up and caring for other orphans, becoming a priestess yourself but most everyone called you Big Sister, even after becoming the head priestess later in life.

-The abilities you were gifted with helped you protect your home and the ones you love and after figuring out how to harness these abilities, you taught the children how to harness them too.

-You were the only one who could use all four, while the students you taught could only learn one, at the most two, but throughout your long life, you only ever had two students learn two, but the second one was only the bare basics.

-You passed away peacefully in your old age, but thanks to your actions on earth, you ascended to Valhalla, returning to your prime, your early twenties, and you were welcomed warmly by other warriors who knew about your deeds on earth.

-This is what led you to your current situation, looking down at the arena of Ragnarok, a fighter for humanity, one of the first ones Brunnhilde had asked.

-You breathed in deeply, a smile on your face as you walked out, smiling as you turned around, listening to the cheers as you walked in before you heard, “Big Sister!” you turned, eyes wide and instantly grinned, seeing a whole cheering section for you, seeing your students, young and old, all cheering loudly for you.

-The god who was your opponent immediately underestimated you, not knowing who you were before launching his first attack, which you easily countered with a well-placed round house kick, sending him flying back head over heels.

-You pouted lightly, hands on your hips, as you hated being underestimated before you punched your fists together, “I’m going to get serious so you should do the same if you don’t want to instantly die!”

-He found your arrogance infuriating and went to charge again before your body started to glow brightly, throwing him back again as your students all cheered loudly, as most had only seen this once.

-When the light died and the wind cleared, you were still there, but not different, wearing armor of a rainbow of colors, and your eyes looked to be crystal clear, shining brightly.

-Heimdall shouted, being a good MC, “Y/N has completely changed form!! This must be the legendary hero, Axel! Warrior of Protection!!”

-You smiled softly, hearing your students cheering loudly, calling you by both names as you drew your weapon, a longsword which instantly became ingulfed in flames before charging, instantly reappearing behind your opponent like you were a breeze of air, invisible to everyone and instantly won your fight.

-You returned to normal, a deep puff of air leaving your lungs, turning into Axel always took a lot out of you, but you couldn’t help but beam, leaping up in celebration as you had won.

-Once backstage you were all but plowed down by the other human warriors, a happy laugh leaving your lips as you all celebrated your victory, adding another one to humanity’s salvation.

-You returned to your waiting room where a feast of your favorite foods were waiting for you, making you grin brightly, and you quickly ate yourself into a food coma and fell asleep.

-You missed the rest of the fights, but you weren’t worried, you had faith in humanity, you did your part, it was time for them to do the same.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Kitson

Summary: What happens on the planet Kitson is contagious and burns.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: being high

Word count: 2211

a/n: this is just Agents of Shield 06x03, because it’s one of my fave episodes

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

Y/N walks to the counter with Daisy and Jemma. Her head has started to feel fuzzy and her thoughts are going all over the place, but she tries to shake it off and ignore it. She stops when Daisy and Jemma do, almost bumping into them.

“Once we get inside, we’ll separate and search, and if he’s not here…”

“He better be dead.” Jemma comments, completely serious.

“What?” Daisy whispers.

“Better dead than in the brothels.”

Y/N nods at the sound logic. She turns to Daisy. “I agree.” She mumbles. “You better die before going to the brothel.”

Daisy scrunches her brows. “I’m not going to the brothel.”

“Right on.” She pokes her shoulder. Y/N chuckles quietly, making the other two laugh quietly as well.

They walk over to the counter. “Welcome to the House of Games.” A person in front of them greets. Y/N leans her head to the side, staring at the person, they don’t look entirely human. “Please check your weapons and moral high ground.” Her eyes widen the more the greeter talks. The speech is starting to get slow and distorted. “Robots, droids, mechs, cyborgs, and synths are strictly prohibited. Violators will be removed and executed.”

“Wow.” Y/N whispers, nodding along, though she feels like she doesn’t understand half of what is being said. They walk to the counter where Jemma gives her weapons away to the guard. Daisy and Y/N don’t carry weapons on them, as they have their powers.

“Are you two feeling okay?” Daisy asks quietly.

“Are you?” Jemma asks back.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“I didn’t ask.” Y/N mumbles, wanting to be part of the conversation.

Daisy raises her brows. “On three. One, two, three…”

“I’m tripping balls. I’m tripping balls.” “I’m not okay at all.” Daisy and Jemma say at the same time.

Y/N starts giggling, trying to muffle it with the back of her hand. “So am I.” She prolongs the last word. “I’m sooo high right now.”

“Oh, we seem to be experiencing some kind of adverse reaction to something.” Jemma sniffs the air, which makes Y/N snort, as she somehow finds everything funny. “Perhaps the atmosphere.”

“Maybe sending Davis back to the Zephyr was a bad idea.”

“No. I’m sure this is just temporary.” Jemma assures. “Our bodies will adjust.”

“I’m not sure I want to, this feels funny.” Y/N leans her head on Daisy’s shoulder, dropping it when Daisy starts to move.

With a grumble, Y/N goes to stand in front of the hallway inside.

“Welcome.”

They start walking through the hallway, going through a scanner. Y/N gasps as all the rainbow lights start dancing around her. She lifts her hand up, trying to touch them.

“So pretty.” Jemma smiles beside her.

Y/N lets out an airy laugh. The trio walk through the hallway with their heads leaning back to look at the lights and bumping unto each other as their coordination isn’t the best.

When the group gets to the stairs, they haven’t gotten any better. All three of them are slowly ascending the stairs while crouching and holding onto the railings so they wouldn’t fall. Y/N is behind the two, practically sliding down the stairs.

“I’m just gonna say it. I don’t think it’s the atmosphere.” Daisy mumbles, her words slurring slightly.

“No. That was silly.”

“Yeah.”

“Silly scientist.” Y/N mumbles with a giggle.

Jemma’s eyes are half closed as she comes up with a more possible explanation. “It’s clearly p-psychopharmacological epxpisli-docious.”

“Docious!” They all yell and laugh. “Oh, I think it was the things, the little puffies we ate.” Daisy realizes.

“Bad little puffies.”

“You ate two of them!” Daisy laughs, turning to look at her girlfriend.

Y/N giggles. “They were so so good!” Her head nods down, but lifts it quickly. “But Davis, he ate like six of ‘em.”

They all laugh, stopping momentarily to lean against each other. “Oh, I hope he’s okay.” Daisy mumbles.

They continue ascending the stairs. Y/N slips, but gets her footing back quickly. Daisy puts one of her hands behind her back so Y/N can hold it.

They make their way to the bar, very slowly, and finally they reach it. Pulling themselves up to the chairs, they all smile, looking at each other. The bartender puts drinks in front of them.

“We made it.” Daisy smiles, leaning the side of her head against the table.

“Yes, we did.” Jemma lifts up her head. They high five each other, almost falling off of their chairs in the process. “Why are we here?”

Y/N shrugs, drinking her cocktail.

“Because we’re on a mission.” Daisy answers with a grin.

“Right.” Jemma nods. “What is the mission?”

“The mission is…” Daisy and Y/N glance at each other with smirks. “Ladies’ night!” They yell at the same time.

“Yeah! Ay-ay-ay-ay!” They all celebrate.

“Woo!” Y/N lifts up her hands, waving them around in the air. “Party, party, party.” She chants, downing the rest of her drink like a shot. “Can I have another one?”

“Do you remember when we first met?” Daisy looks at Jemma.

Jemma���s head is propped up against her palm. “Yeah. You lived in a van.” Daisy hums. “And it really smelled.”

Y/N starts laughing. “Oh, I really wanted to see the van. And smell.” She smirks at Daisy.

“It didn’t smell.” Daisy pushes Y/N’s arm.

“Yeah.” Jemma nods, laughing at Daisy’s shocked and annoyed face. “We called it the Fartmobile.” Once again, they all laugh. “You had..you had big hair.” She comments.

“You had big…nerd face.” Daisy tries to bite back, though it doesn’t really land. Still she continues, raising her brows. “Do you- what house are you in, hmm? Gryffindor?”

“Uh, Ravenclaw. Girl, please.” Jemma scoffs.

“Show us some spells!” Y/N shouts.

Jemma grabs the straw from her drink, making Daisy gasp and Y/N look at her intently. “Expecto Patronum!” She waves the waves the straw around. Gasping, she stares at the end of it. “Hello, little monkey Fitz.”

Daisy turns to Y/N when Jemma starts talking to her hallucination. “You’re really pretty.” She mumbles with a smile. “I’m so glad you’re mine.”

Y/N rolls her eyes with a shake of her head. “Stop it.”

With a laugh, Daisy turns back to Jemma when Y/N starts talking to the bartender so she could get a third drink. “This might sound so weird, but I feel such a strong connection to you, like we’re both different parts of the same cosmic being.” Her words come out slowly as she goes to put her hand on Jemma’s head. “Do you feel it?” Turning to face her, instead of seeing Jemma, there’s an unknown man there.

“I can feel it.” He smirks. “Your ship or mine?”

“I- I have a girlfriend.” Grabbing Y/N’s arm, Daisy pulls her away from the bar. Y/N whines, staring at her non finished drink standing on the bar top, all alone. “Where’s Jemma?”

“Huh?” Y/N’s side bumps into Daisy’s.

Daisy stays quiet, scanning over the bar. She has a very focused look on her face as she tries to maneuver through the people while still holding onto Y/N.

The stop in front of a game table. “Don’t worry everybody. We got this.” She slurs out. The players glance at her, not really caring. Crouching, Daisy and Y/N get under the table, finding Jemma laying there. “Oh.” She feels the soft carpet.

“Hey, I think my parents are mice.” Jemma says out of nowhere.

Daisy nods. “That makes sense.”

They go to sit up. Y/N groans when her head hits the underside of the table. “I’m sorry for dragging you all across the universe.” Jemma apologizes.

“Oh, no, don’t be. It’s good. It’s only made us closer.”

“I just miss Fitz so much.”

“Aw, yeah, I’m sorry.”

Y/N pats Jemma’s leg, though it feels more like slapping. “We’ll find Fitz.” Jemma nods, patting Y/N’s arm in return.

Getting sad, Daisy pulls Y/N closer, so she’s almost laying on her. She wraps her arms around her neck, squeezing her, making Y/N cough. “I’m so glad you’re my Fitz, well, not Fitz, but you know.”

“You’re choking me.” Y/N mumbles, but fully leans into Daisy’s touch.

Daisy giggles. “It’s not the first time.”

Jemma awes at them. “I just love that you two found each other. Daisy, you are so strong no and so confident. And much happier.” She puts her hands on Daisy’s cheeks. “I’m so proud of you.” She cries.

“Really?” Daisy sets one of her hands on Jemma’s cheek, the other still wrapped around Y/N’s neck. “It means so much coming from you.”

“I just love you so much. You’re my best friend.”

“I love you too.” Daisy starts crying as well.

Caressing Daisy’s skin, Jemma’s voice breaks. “Your skin is so soft.”

“I know.”

Then Jemma turns to Y/N, holding and squeezing her cheeks. “And I’m so glad I met you. You’re my best friend too.” Tears are streaming down all of their cheeks. “I’m so glad you decided to join Shield, even though it was really sad what happened to the After Life.”

Y/N nods, her lower lip jutting out from the pressure of Jemma’s hands pressing on her cheeks.

Suddenly a high pitched noise rings in their ears. “Shh.” Daisy presses her fingers to Y/N and Jemma’s lips.

“What is it?” Jemma whispers, the crying all forgotten.

Daisy shushes her. The high pitched tone comes again. “Do you hear that?” The sound comes and goes, sometimes they hear one whistle, sometimes two.

“I mean, it sounds almost like a dolphin.”

Y/N gasps. “Are there dolphins in here?” Suddenly the noise becomes louder and constant. Groaning, Y/N presses her hands against her ears to muffle it.

“I’m never eating alien food again.” Daisy grumbles.

“No, but is it possible to share auditory hallucinations? I think this is something different.”

“Well-“ Daisy scoffs, sticking her head from under the table, jostling Y/N in the process, before coming back in. “And why does nobody else seem bothered by it?”

“Maybe it’s only perceptible to humans.”

“Like a secret signal.”

That makes them all more alert, except Y/N, who keeps tapping her palms on her ears to make the sound distorted. “Fitz.” Jemma and Daisy hurry to stand up, forgetting they’re under the table and hitting their heads on it. “Ow.”

Y/N giggles. “Idiots.” She goes to sit up, but hits her head on the table, for the second time. “Oh.” She rubs her head.

When the noice stops completely, they crawl from under the table hastily. “Excuse me.” Jemma grunts as Daisy uses the table to hoist herself up. Y/N takes hold of Daisy to pull herself into a standing position.

They turn to the entrance. Chronicoms with big guns are walking in. “Oh, man.” Daisy turns Y/N and Jemma so their backs are against the entrance. “Do those guys look like the guy that we have tied up on the Zephyr?”

“I see them too, which means they’re very real and they’re here for Fitz.”

“They’ll have to get by me first.” Daisy extends her hand and uses her powers, but it hits a panel instead of the enemy. “That was way off.”

One if the Chronicoms shoot towards them. “Hey! I got him.” Jemma takes hold of Daisy’s arm and points it towards the shooter. “Fire!” It gets knocked down by Daisy’s powers.

“Okay.” Daisy breaths heavily. “You go. We got it from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If I can’t quake it, I’ll break it. And Y/N can literally conjure up anything.”

“Okay.” Jemma runs away.

Daisy and Y/N stand on in front of the Chronicoms. “Sorry, boys. It’s ladies’ night.” Daisy starts fighting them, kicking and punching quite well considering her state.

Y/N holds out her hand, looking at her palm with a glare. A bag of chips appears on it out of nowhere. “Ooh! I wanted these.” She smiles, swaying on her place.

“Y/N!”

“Oh, right.” Throwing away the bag, Y/N thinks of a knife. “Yes.” She grins and starts throwing them towards the Chronicoms as fast as they continue appearing into her hands. Most of them stick into their heads or somewhere in their body, but some of them land way off.

Y/N and Daisy continue fighting them, at times stumbling on their place, but still holding their grounds. Grunting, Y/N kicks one Chronicom to the ground while stabbing another in the neck.

When she notices Daisy getting overcrowded by the Chronicoms, she conjures platforms under her feet to get over the obstacles to get to her. She jumps down on top of one of the Chronicom’s shoulders, doing a maneuver to get it to the ground.

She rolls away from him, giving Daisy space to quake its head off. “Please let that be the last of them.” She leans to a table, taking a breather.

Y/N still lays on the ground, giggling. “That was fun.”

[loveoaths]

@kyousei​ sang:    Candles flicker in the dark bath house, illuminating the Gracious Founder in a warm glow. Douma soaks in a milk bath dusted with lavender petals, long hair tied to the nape of his neck in a delicate knot. "Ruka-chan~" he calls, gesturing with clawed fingers for her to wander closer. She is a favorite, his favorite, and a beauty that he desires to have by his side. Safety is all but guaranteed now, but only until she slips up. "Join me, won't you?"

ruka knows at least fifteen ways to kill a man.  carve a smile across his throat.   bludgeon external limbs until internal hemorrhage. pierce between the second and third rib to puncture a lung and watch him drown. the sweet kiss of a naginata on the nape of his neck.

ruka knows two ways to kill a demon.   decapitation.  destroying muzan.

the demon before her knows a hundred ways to kill her, but is only interested in one:   breaking her soul until her body follows. 

the baths stink of milk and honey and sex,  but the beast waves her closer, and she has no choice but to obey.  he cannot stop her from taking her time, though; ruka’s back is steel and her eyes cold fire as she glides across tiles damp with condensation, oils, and . . . drippings. she avoids the latter. 

why the beast bothers to copulate is beyond her. he doesn’t even enjoy it. the only thing douma enjoys is power, and only just.

she stops at the edge of the massive springwater bath. an indoor hot springs rerouted into the cult compound for his personal pleasure is but another example of his inexorable decadence. douma smiles at her with those rosy lips and dead shark eyes, and ruka can’t help but imagine straddling his waist as she slowly pushes her nails into his soft, rainbow eyes until they POPPED and sluiced down her wrists and chest. 

this, she thinks, is douma’s real demon art: making everyone around him as delusional and deranged as him.

❛     Between you and your ego, there is no room for me,     ❜   her forge-born voice is too sharp for this powdered and perfumed place.  it’s why he likes her. she can play into it to an extent, but even her limited freedom has limits. the edge in his floral tone tells her this is not something she can refuse. 

douma is a tyrannical child and ruka is his favorite toy, and he will demean and degrade her as he chooses.

rough smithing hands tuck into her robes and pull them free slowly, her ambered gaze locked on his as each layer cascades to the floor.  ruka takes care of her things, but her clothes, her jewelry; none of these are hers, they are douma’s, and she will treat them as poorly as she treats their owner.

she ascends the steps into the bath. dim candle light flickers across her nude body. under her clothing ruka is a startling beauty: smooth and perky breasts, petite in the waist, tight in the core, scarred and muscular in her back and arms and thighs where other women here are soft and pale and unscarred. 

douma rotates his finger in a circle. spin for me. ruka does not. his eyes narrow slightly, dangerously. another request she cannot refuse. she turns, slowly, her fists clenched under clouds of perfumed bath suds. as douma’s eyes drink her in, ruka’s ears burn for the first time in her life.

she is going to kill him. she is going to cut off his head and roast him in alive in the sunlight. she can bare this indignity, because one day she will have the last laugh.

when he is satisfied, ruka sinks into the water on the other end of the bath, glaring at him with hate in her heart, though her face is a porcelain mask of indifference.  because that’s what he wants from her, isn’t it. a reaction. a way to mark her as his property. once he owns her he will destroy her. 

before he can do that, she has to escape.

she must play his sick game.

and she must win.

she ignores him for the moment. ruka picks among the many glass vials of oils and expensive soaps, opening one here, sniffing another, knocking others into the water with the indifference of a cat. finally she selects one that is to her liking: a soap made with the essence of fir and pine and cool forest scents that remind her of home. she grabs a wash rag and faces him once more, face neutral.

❛     There’s blood behind your ear.     ❜   she intones lowly as she wades toward him,  keeping her voice at that unreadable sweet spot that drives him wild. she spins her finger in a circle like he had before. turn.     she forces herself not to hold her breath as she waits to see if he will comply. she moves slowly, letting him watch her circle behind him.   

she needs him to trust her, even when her hands are around his neck. if she must play his caretaker, matron, and never-lover to earn his trust, so be it. 

for the women and girls he’s devoured in cold blood  — 

for the year he’s stolen from her — 

she will kill him. 

she must.

[earlgreydream]

goddess.

| dark!loki x reader | angst | smut |

anon requested. Loki’s dramatic ass returning to Midgard to pull some shit again and Thor coming to Midgard with Loki’s spouse in hopes that they can put an end to his shenanigans before he starts hurting everyone

a/n: I’ve been getting asks for more badass y/n…

cw: slapping, angst, edging, orgasm denial, domme!reader, degradation 

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He was gone. 

You felt like you were back in 2012, watching Loki descend to Midgard in hopes of returning as the king of another realm. 

After Thor was crowned king of Asgard, Loki starved for rule. In his mind, he was entitled to a throne, royal by blood and the rightful king of somewhere. After failing to acquire Asgard’s throne, he’d decided that Midgard was the next best thing. And with Tony and Steve out of the way, he felt like he had a much better chance of capturing the human race. 

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You’d woken up alone in the palace in Asgard, Loki long gone. You searched for him, your gowns sweeping the golden floors of the halls, coming up with nothing. Your husband was nowhere to be found, and a sinking realization settled in your stomach. 

You ran to your servants that guarded your suite, grabbing one by the wrist. 

“Where is Loki? What happened to him?” you snapped, hoping your fears weren’t about to come true. 

“Mrs.-”

“Princess,” you corrected, your fear and anger creeping in the edge of your voice. 

“Princess Laufeyson, your husband went to the rainbow bridge in the night. He intends to travel to another realm.”

“And you let him go!?” You shouted, shaking the guard.

“I am in no position to stop Loki.”

You let go of the man, knowing he was right. Any objection and Loki would have smote him on the spot. 

You swallowed hard, turning on your heel and running for the throne room. You threw the door open, the guards moving into position to protect their king that was seated on the throne. 

“Get out of my way!” You shouted, parting the sea of golden-armored men. 

You ascended to the throne, your breath ragged in your chest, making your shoulders rise and fall erratically. 

“Y/N?” Thor stood, his brow knitting together in concern. His large hands wrapped around your arms, seeing the emotion wash over your face.

“It’s Loki. He’s gone to Midgard, he’s desperate for a throne,” you rushed out, looking up to the god for help. 

“We’ll go. We will go right now.” 

You nodded, thanking him. You didn’t know where to start. You had never been to Midgard, and you weren’t present during Loki’s first attempt at tyrannical rule. Thor was your best bet to stopping Loki before it was too late, and you weren’t one to deny help when necessary. 

“I’ll go, stay and rule in my absence,” Thor changed his mind.

“Absolutely not. Loki won’t go with you and you know it. Unless you want seven billion slaves, I’m coming with you,” you stood your ground to the god of thunder. 

The tension could’ve been sliced with a knife, everyone in the throne room holding their breath. 

“You’re right. Valkyrie,” Thor nodded at his right-hand, and she tipped her head in acknowledgement. 

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You changed into armor, gold protecting your body from harm. Iridescent black fabric flowed fluidly with your movements, making you look even more like the goddess you were. You crossed the rainbow bridge with Thor, daggers strapped to your forearms, your fingertips brushing against diamond-encrusted handles.

“Can you handle this? You haven’t seen him when...”

“Don’t doubt me. I’m strong. I can handle Loki,” you sharply cut off Thor’s concern, stepping into the bifrost.

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You were surrounded by skyscrapers, their lights shining through thick fog. You could feel everything-- the dirty city and the panic running through its people. 

“Where is he?” you asked, and Thor shook his head. 

“I don’t know. Let’s try the capital.” 

You were running, your feet slapping the damp pavement. You inhaled smoky air, noises of cabs flying past you, screaming in your ears. You could feel him. Loki’s magic and power surged through you like a second heartbeat. You could also feel the fear of his newfound subjects, making your nerves feel raw and your breath tight. 

“Thor...”

“Holy shit.”

You rounded the corner, seeing Loki standing atop a flight of stairs, hundreds of trembling Midgardians on their knees before him. 

“Loki!” You screamed.

The god’s head lifted, his gaze connecting with yours. His blue eyes were blown black, making him look even more dangerous. Thor followed you to Loki’s makeshift throne, horrified at the people kneeling before the malevolent god.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you hissed, glaring at your husband. 

“You cannot speak to me-”

“I can do whatever I want. I am not your slave, not like these people.” 

His eyes widened, and he stood up to his full height, towering over you. You didn’t back down, your body buzzing with anxiety and emotion. 

“Stand down. I am ascending my throne. It is my birthright!”

“You have no right to this realm. Leave these people and come to Asgard!” 

He raised his hands at you, and you drew the knives sheathed at your arms. 

“You will not threaten me!” Your heart was racing in your chest, your blade pressed to the base of his throat, unprotected by armor. 

“Don’t make me do this,” you breathed, staring into his eyes. 

“You will submit to me, as will these pathetic Midgardians. I wanted for you to rule at my side, but if you are to stand in my way, I will bring you to your knees,” he snarled, grabbing your wrist. 

You slid a metal circle into your palm, slapping Loki’s neck before he could react. A collar wrapped around his throat, his eyes widening in fury. His magic was useless with the TVA’s collar around his neck, and you held the key. He couldn’t fight against you, not with your power or your daggers pointed at him.

The trance on the people broke, and you felt the city exhale. Thor grabbed Loki, and the three of you headed for Asgard.

.

“Bring him to Valhalla,” you spoke to Thor, barely glancing at Loki. He tried to plead with you, manipulate you to remove the collar from his neck.

“No, no! Y/N you can’t just keep me in Valhalla—” Loki protested, dragged away while you stood on the rainbow bridge, the golden city laid out before you.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring out at your kingdom. The weight on your chest was crushing, seeing the god you loved succumbing to an evil, cruel whim. You’d heard of his past, but you believed in a brighter future. You’d been foolish, and ignored the signs of him building up to an insane entitlement.

The wind blew through your clothes, cold against your skin. You drew in a deep breath of the clean air, letting it fill your lungs.

You finally walked to the castle, the streets quiet in the night. Guards and servants bowed to you as you made your way to Valhalla.

Outside of the black doors, you excused the guards, making sure no one was around to hear you.

.

“Loki,” you spoke, your voice full of disappointment.

He raised his head, his bare chest heaving under the weight of his ragged breaths. He knelt naked on the floor, his wrists bound to the floor behind his back. The collar on his neck restricted his ability to escape, and he was helpless before you.

“Y/N,” he whined, his eyes clearly fearful.

“You need to be put in your place. You do not rule Asgard, or Midgard. Loki, you do not rule me.”

He sank into himself as you walked forward, stepping toward him as if he were your prey. 

“I know-”

“You do not. I will not have you threaten me with submission like some human who has fallen for your charm. I am a goddess Loki, we are equals. Right now, you will submit to me.” 

He nodded tightly, his breath strained as he struggled to breathe. You walked over, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look up at you. Gold shimmered around you, your clothing disappearing with the magic. Loki whined, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he gazed up at you. 

“Please--”

“You’re not getting off. You will please me, then I will leave you needy here as long as I desire, until you’ve realized that you’re nothing more than a man with needs,” you hissed, your breath hot against his neck. 

“Y/N!” 

Loki was cut off by you slapping him, before gripping his hair and tugging his head up. 

“You will not address me so intimately. Be silent.”

You stood over him, dragging his head between your legs. Loki didn’t need further instruction, and he was determined to please you, in hopes of getting out of the torture you planned for him. 

His skilled mouth worked at your sex, his tongue sliding through your folds and teasing your clit before fucking inside of you. You leaned forward, one hand flat against the wall for balance, and one hand pulling roughly on his black hair. You kicked his knees apart, preventing himself from any stimulation on his painfully hard cock. The god moaned against you, sending vibrations buzzing through your body. 

Your hips rolled forward, riding his mouth, and you pulled him tighter against you. He jerked at the chains around his wrists, longing to guide your hips as he ate you out. Electricity shot through your fingertips into his skin in warning, making Loki cry out in discomfort. 

“Just fucking get me off,” you hissed, dragging your nails down his back, leaving red lines in your wake. 

Your vision went dark, golden sparks pouring off of you as you came, your knees going weak. Your scream echoed off of the onyx halls of Valhalla, mixing with Loki’s choked cry as you yanked him off of you. 

His head fell forward, his chest heaving as he inhaled deep breaths, his face glistening from your arousal. He looked beautiful, and weak all at once. Loki’s gaze was wounded, and he jerked against his restraints fruitlessly, a silent beg for you to give him back his magic and let him touch you. 

“You’re going to stay here until every entitled desire is out of your system. If I can bring you to your knees and make you cry like a pathetic slut, you are in no shape to rule a realm.” 

Loki screamed as the heavy doors slammed shut behind you, closing the god in the tombs of the Valkyrie, powerless, needy, and restrained. 

“Do not let him out. Not until I come for him,” you ordered the guards, who nodded obediently. 

.

You joined Thor on the throne, draped in gold and surrounded by your subjects, kneeling for you and praising their goddess.

[thedisguisedaltruism]

fond stares, vast place, loud heartbeats

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, concert au

pairing: wonwoo/gn reader

summary: wonwoo hates the crowds, but he has to save up all his energy since you’re taking him as your concert buddy for taylor swift’s 1989 tour. little did he know, he will soon realize that he was actually in love with you, thanks to taylor and her wicked songwriting.

word count: 2,192

a/n: dumping this shit because too much feels for you are in love live :((

2015

“Wons, turn it up, turn it up!”

Wonwoo couldn’t help but snort from your excitement to see your longtime idol live. You worked hard to save enough so you could see Taylor Swift since then, and now you’re about to witness your turning point in life.

...together with your best friend, not to mention how he loathes crowds.

I Know Places is currently playing on the car stereo and you're warming up as you hit the high note in the chorus, dramatically pressing your chest with eyes shut. Wonwoo takes his final turn as you finally arrive at the stadium.

"Missed the note there, my friend." He teases. You could care less from his assed remarks because your mind's been in euphoria since you woke up from a power nap a few hours ago.

Outside the venue has already gathered a big crowd, and you patiently wait for your best friend who's double-checking the doors if they're surely closed.

Wonwoo has been your best friend for five years, and being grateful to have him is an understatement as he has witnessed your ups and downs in college. He knows that apart from your family and him, Taylor and her music has already played such a great role from adolescence until adulthood.

As a sucker for books, Wonwoo was undoubtedly impressed by Taylor's songwriting prowess since he listens to your discussions during the free time about the lyric analyses that you read across the internet, and you usually play her live performances whenever you pull off all-nighters that's why he agreed to be your concert buddy because he wants to see the person who could give rainbows to the person he likes.

Yes. The person he likes.

Wonwoo thought being in a Taylor Swift concert is not bad at all. It's like having a big crowd of best friends gathering in one huge place to have fun with their most talented best friend. Everyone's perfectly singing along to every lyric, breathing to each punctuation, and screaming at the top of their lungs.

Honestly speaking, he was having fun, and boy, he could sing along to a few songs while waving with his light-up bracelet. 

Aside from being fascinated by the live performances, he would sometimes steal glances at you, making him amused by your kaleidoscope of emotions you've shown from the past eight performances. Sometimes you'd turn to him just to sing while holding your chest, and go back to screaming how much you love Taylor Swift.

After the succeeding crowd-jumping performances, Taylor comes out with her black Gibson acoustic guitar to perform an acoustic version of her song just like the old days. The crowd has once again roared, and you scoot close to Wonwoo to whisper that Taylor's going to sing your favorite song from 1989.

He knows the story behind it. You told him on your graduating year at the rooftop of your college building while chugging an energy drink just to keep yourself awake from pulling off an all-nighter for your thesis, it was about Taylor’s known actress friend falling in love with her producer on this album—someone with the name Jack—if he could still guess correctly.

Taylor has already ascended for a clearer sight of crowds from the top seats, instructing everyone to sing back the specific words. Wonwoo watches you hugging yourself while craning your neck so you could see Taylor from above.

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Buttons on a coat

Light-hearted joke

No proof, not much

But you saw enough

  You and Wonwoo first met at the same elective during college freshman year. You were sitting near the door, sparing the next seat with your bag since someone from your class politely asked you to but unfortunately, she never came back and it was perfectly timed that Wonwoo immediately spotted the vacant seat beside you, exhausted from running before he gets late (yes, in a goddamn first day of class). 

  He learned that you’re taking up creative writing that’s why said elective was important for your course. He told you that he was taking up computer science, but he still needs to take the elective.

  ...and then, your friendship started.

  You have friends, but they’re few for your liking because socializing is exhausting. Wonwoo, on the other hand, despised being exhausted around people and that’s the reason why both of you became friends quickly. Reading was Wonwoo’s stress escape and yours was binge-watching k-dramas and reality shows.

  You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

  Since both of you chose to live in dormitories at college, sometimes you’d walk together around the university park late at night and talk about stuff happening in your life outside academics. One time, you told him how you’re pissed at your family’s insights about coming out since they happened to share once about how your cousin came out at a family gathering and the next moment, he was already in the hot seat. You told Wonwoo that you wished you were there to end all of your religious hypocrite relatives.

  Wonwoo, within the years of friendship, was never the type to initiate a conversation, but he’s an excellent listener. He could watch you talk about Taylor Swift, the perennial hate for your Major professor who’s academia-obsessed since she sets a standard too high for her liking while her class is on the brink of dropping out, and how you were fascinated about him staying up all night for computer games and still ace programming exams.

  Suddenly, the crowd started to roar out of the blue, making him shake his head from spacing out. Still standing, much to his surprise since he hates getting tired, he realized that he’s just watching you being helplessly in awe at Taylor Swift no matter how neck-stiffening it is, how your eyes sparkled with bliss just like the days when you talk with him about the things you love.

  And then he felt the pace of his heartbeat quickened.

  The crowd was already singing along with excitement—he has no idea what kind of reason it is—but he remains watching you like you were excruciatingly hard to reach, despite how you could hear his loud heartbeat if this was an empty place.

  One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says “You're my best friend”

And you knew what it was

He is in love

  You screamed you’re my best friend at the top of your lungs together with other sixty thousand people at Taylor despite how your best friend, who’s silently watching beside you, couldn’t calm himself down unnoticed.

  You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

  Suddenly, you turn to Wonwoo as Taylor does her guitar break before singing the bridge, and you were surprised to see him just staring at you instead of watching Taylor from up above and tell you how skilled she was at playing guitar. The way he’s looking at you wasn’t even judging, teasing, or the usual antics that he does.

  He’s just looking at you fondly and you thought maybe, he’s extremely happy that you get to see your longtime idol live after all these years and you deserved it so much.

  ...except that your tentative guess is incorrect.

  “She’s really good, isn’t she?” you yelled at him proudly while pointing at Taylor with emphasis.

  Your best friend could only nod and gesture at you to look back on your idol.

  And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

  That made Wonwoo look up to Taylor Swift in an instant and judged her as he could so. As Taylor stopped, the crowd screamed once again, but nothing is deafening as his heartbeat while watching you cheer in chorus.

  He didn’t know if he should feel betrayed, because you were his partner during graduation ball and you were just having the best time of your lives because fuck it, despite being anxious about what’s to come after the graduation, both of you were so happy to have been able to survive despite the shit hole life your university has given.

  He also happened to frame a picture of you in his office peacefully sitting beside the stacks of scratch papers for software development. He secretly requested for its original copy at the official student publication of your university during that one major event as he saw it on Facebook.

  He realized that he’s in love with you after all this time.

  Much to his misfortune, you suddenly looked at him again and your eyes met that he couldn’t look away, but this time it was replaced with worry. You caught him twice, and knowing Wonwoo, he’s not usually vocal when it comes to express his discomfort.

  You gently hold Wonwoo’s hand. “Are you having a bad feeling? We could go out if you want to,” you whispered just audible enough for him to hear.

  And that’s how he lost it. 

  It took him another deep breath to sink in that you chose his well-being over your once-in-a-lifetime moment with your idol.

  Like… holy shit, he was so lucky to have you in his life and he thought this time, he wants to step out of his shell and gather the courage to tell you how much you mean to his life. He’s had enough secretly pining over you for years.

  But first, he wants you to be happy and enjoy your time with Taylor. He shakes his head no and holds your shoulders to turn to Taylor who’s now descending for the next performance.

                      “I can’t believe she’s real, what the hell, she was fucking real, Wonwoo.” you sighed. “Oh my god.”

  You couldn’t stop wiping your face after spacing out which made Wonwoo chuckle. After the concert and almost a painful hour of waiting to get out of the stadium, you mutually agreed to stop by the nearest convenience store.

  Although you only bought a coffee and went back inside Wonwoo’s car.

  “Me too.” Wonwoo whispers. That made you remember what happened during You Are In Love performance. You looked at him and tapped his shoulder.

  “You looked unwell this evening. Were you honestly okay, Wons?” you ask.

  He only blinked in response.

  It took Wonwoo a few seconds to gather up his courage. Now that it’s only the two of you alone, he thought he must let it out.

  “Yeah, I was just overwhelmed. You don’t have to worry.” he jokes, his attention remained at the store. He could see from his peripherals how your eyebrows furrowed, obviously not convinced enough by his excuse.

  “What you told me about Taylor the first time you introduced her to me was...true,” he sighed deeply. “She sings what we couldn’t put into words.”

  For someone like Wonwoo whose eloquence is something to look up to, you were confused by what he meant.

  Wonwoo turns to face you and takes your icy palms to wrap them with his large, slender, and warm ones. 

  “I love you.” He says, straightly looking into your eyes.

  Your eyes widen in surprise.

  “Please don’t joke around!” You hit his shoulder, but all he does is let out a burst of breathy laughter.

  But honestly, your heart skipped a beat after hearing his sudden confession.

  Tracing circles on your hand, Wonwoo smiles at your bewildered expression. “You were wondering if I was having a bad time? No, it’s all Taylor’s fault for making me confess to you tonight. That took me a long time I guess.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “I love you and Taylor made me realize that I should confess before it gets too late.”

  You looked up at Wonwoo while pulling your hand from his gentle hold and laughed. It was unbelievable how both of you have been painfully oblivious despite being helplessly pining towards each other.

  It was your best friend’s turn to get puzzled so you took the time advantage to confess.

  “Idiot, I liked you too, ever since we first met.” sounding bashful, you looked away hoping that you didn’t sound like an idiot. So much irony for making fun of your best friend a few moments ago. “I have no idea that you felt deeper than I thought I have.”

  Even if you already knew how Wonwoo’s mind works for five years, he is always full of surprises.

  Or maybe he was so happy tonight that he kissed your hand and never let go of it as he started driving you home.

[yugirl]

Day 18: “This Wasn’t in the Rule Book.”

Crossovers, coffee shops, and canon divergence collide today in the wonderful world of AU! Go nuts.

((Magical girl au? Magical girl au! @pridewhatpride my love?? This is for you!))

~~~~~~~~~

I gritted my teeth and looked up with fear and dread. It was no use… the Light of Destruction was so strong and so powerful.

Jaden was struggling to get up; Bastion was struggling to breathe; Jesse couldn’t move.

But… I couldn’t let it end like this…

“Yellow… Green… Black…” I whispered. My spirit partners appeared and looked in concern.

“What are you gonna do, boss…?!” Yellow squeaked.

“I’m going to keep fighting with everything I have… but I understand if you three don’t… if you want to run… now’s your chance….”

Jaden seemed to see what I was doing and summoned Winged Kuriboh.

“Chazz is right… just because we’re going to keep fighting doesn’t mean you guys have to… so if you want to get out of here, then go….”

Bastion grunted, “there’s no need for you to put yourself at risk if you don’t want to Pikeru… go….”

Jesse looked at the Crystal Beasts. “I’m with them… you’ve all been by my side from start to finish, but I want you to be safe….”

“YOU'RE INSANE!!” Yellow squawked.

“Huh?”

“Sure, I may be a scaredy-cat, but I’m not backing down when we’re this close to the finish line!!”

Green nodded in agreement. “Yeah!! If you’re gonna keep fighting, boss, then we are too!!”

“That’s right!! Brothers stick together!!” Black added.

I couldn’t help but smile “thanks, you guys….”

Winged Kuriboh seemed to mewl in protest as well, nuzzling against Jaden and assuring he was staying.

“Thanks, Pal…” Jaden smiled.

“Yeah! If you losers even think you’re fighting without us, think again!” Pikeru said smugly.

“Thanks, Pikeru…” Bastion chuckled and patted her head.

“Your friends are right, Jesse….” Topaz Tiger nodded.

“we’ve all come so far together, and as you said, we’ve been here from start to end. But it’s not the end yet….” Amythest Cat added.

Jesse teared up and nodded. “Thank you!!”

I used my lighting spear to help myself stand up before turning to help the others up one at a time…

“If this really is the end… I just want you to know…I… I love you guys….” I muttered.

Jaden teared up and nodded. “I love you too!”

Bastion wrapped an arm around Jaden to comfort him. “I love you all as well….”

Jesse teared up too and pulled us all into a hug. “I love you all too!! Thank you so much for staying with me and helping me complete my mission!!”

We hugged each other for the longest time, our hearts burning… no, they weren’t burning; they were glowing.

“What is this!?” I gasped

“Could this be… a new power?” Jesse wondered.

Suddenly four rainbow coloured crystals appeared, a star, a gem, a heart and a diamond.

“This isn’t anything like the rainbow dragon….” Bastion whispered

“That’s because it’s not!” Jaden explained, “I can feel it… this is our power!!”

I looked to my friends… the three boys I met on this journey, and the spirit partners who stuck with us. This indeed was the final battle.

“Everyone… LET’S GO!!”

“Right!!”

The rainbow crystals resonated with each of us. The power was overwhelming.

All of us ascended into the sky,

“SUMMON RAINBOW DUEL SPIRIT FUSION!!”

Thanks to the rainbow crystals, we transformed one last time into new, more powerful forms. It was time.

The light of destruction couldn’t believe that we were still fighting. It thought it had destroyed us once and for all.

“No matter what happens, we’ll always keep fighting to protect those we love!!” Jesse declared

“We want to live and pursue the future!!” Jaden added

“Destruction may always exist, but creation and life are needed to maintain balance!” Bastion stated

“And that’s why we can’t bow down to the likes of you!!” I pointed my spear at him. “We will defeat you once and for all!!”

Jaden charged in first, his new gauntlets glowing with power.

The light of destruction fired a laser towards us in response, but Jaden was having none of it.

“レインボー　コスミククラシ!!”

“RAINBOW COSMIC CRUSH!!”

He punched through it, blasting the light in different directions, leaving earth and us unharmed.

The light was baffled. It couldn’t comprehend this power.

“My turn!!”

Bastion flew towards the light and readied his throwing knives.

“レインボータイダルブラスト!!”

“RAINBOW TIDAL BLAST!!”

The knives surged through space, pinning the light to the spot and rendering it helpless as the power of the elements coursed through it. It had nowhere to run now.

Jesse went next, readying his sword. He was ready to avenge everyone and everything the light had ever hurt.

“レインボークリスタルストリーム!!”

“RAINBOW CRYSTAL STREAM!!”

The rainbow light burst from his sword and started to break the light up. It tried to escape, but it had me to deal with.

“THIS IS FOR EVERYONE YOU’VE MANIPULATED AND HURT!!”

I raised my spear high into the air, Channeling my lightning powers.

“レインボーデルタサンダー!!”

“RAINBOW DELTA THUNDER!!”

The light screamed in pain and agony. It wasn’t done. It conjured up his power for one final attack, but we knew it was on its last legs.

“EVERYONE WITH ME!!”

We gathered together, and with the power of our bond, our weapons fused together, creating a brand new weapon—the Miracle Rainbow Spear.

“Impossible!!” The light snapped, “don’t you know if you use all your power, the worlds will be separated!?”

“Even so… I have a sworn duty to protect both this world and the spirit world…” Jesse reflected “, my friends have shown me the true importance of being the crystal protector, and I will always treasure that… I will never forget that even if we are separated!!”

“People come and go… that’s an unfortunate part of life… but I will not cry when it’s over….” Bastion felt a grin grow on his face, “I will smile because I’ll remember every precious memory we’ve given each other!!”

“No matter what comes between us, we will always be together no matter where we are in one world or another….” Jaden added, holding back tears. “OUR FOUR HEARTS WILL ALWAYS BEAT AS ONE!!”

“It’s funny… when this journey began, I didn’t want anything to do with these guys… but now I don’t want this adventure to end….” I smiled “but I know they’re right!! No matter what happens, we’ll always be together!! I’ll never forget any of this and the friendships we made!!”

Our hearts beat as one as the spear resonated with us. It was time to end this.

“ミラクルレインボーレフラクション!!”

“MIRACLE RAINBOW REFRACTION!!”

The bright colour exploded from the spear charging towards the light, eliminating the white completely

“Stop it!! It’s too bright!! Stop it!!”

I screamed as I thrust the spear forward, charging with one last burst of energy.

“IMPOSSIBLE…. I AM THE LIGHT I AM ALL POWERFUUUUUL” piece by piece it was disintegrated

It was over…he was gone…

The four of us floated through space, relieved it was all over.

“Y’all… thank you so much for your help… I can’t believe it’s all over….” Jesse sighed

“Yeah…” I smiled. “I’m glad we were able to save everyone….”

“Now humans and duel spirits and live in peace….” Jaden nodded

“Indeed, a happy ending all round”, Bastion chuckled.

Suddenly Jesse and the duel spirits started glowing.

“Huh!? Jesse, what’s happening!?”

“It’s time, guys… I’m going back to the spirit world….”

“N-now!? But I thought we had more time!! I thought we’d at least spend more time together!!” Bastion gasped

“Sorry, y’all… I don’t make the rules, my missions over, and now it’s time to go home….”

“You can’t go, Jesse!! There’s still so much I wanted to do!!”

“Jesse, please!! We love you!!”

“I love y’all too!! But remember what we said… we’ll always be together… no matter what… we’ll see each other again… I know it!!”

Winged Kuriboh flew over to Jaden, who eagerly hugged him. “I’ll miss you too, Winged-Kuriboh!”

“I’m gonna miss you!!” Pikeru sobbed

“I’ll miss you too, Pikeru….” Bastion sighed and patted her head “don’t forget me, alright?”

“I don’t think I could ever forget a loser like you….” Pikeru giggled before flying in to hug him.

“BOOOOOOSS!!”

I pulled the Ojamas into a tight hug. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was going to miss them a lot.

“We love you, boss!!”

“I… I love you guys too… take care now, alright…?”

I slowly let go, and the Duel Spirits flew back to Jesse, all returning to their world while we returned to ours…

I don’t remember much after that… the months sort of flew by, and I graduated high school. Bastion left to work with Professor Eisenstein, Jaden disappeared after graduation… That was the last I saw of th-

“That can’t be the end!!”

“Huh?” I looked down to my oldest daughter “what do you mean, Aurora?”

“That can’t be how it ends!!” Aurora protested, “did you really get separated forever!?”

“That’s so sad!!” Rosalie, my second daughter, nodded.

“Uh-huh!” My son Damien agreed.

“Well, I said we got separated. I never said forever….” I mumbled

“S-so, did you get to see each other again?” Rosalie asked.

“I don’t know….” I pulled my kids onto my lap and hugged them “do you want us to see each other again?”

“I do, I do!”

I chuckled and hugged them all close. “Maybe we’ll see each other again….”

I heard the door open and the sound of tired shuffling.

“Oh, let’s see who’s home!!”

Aurora jumped up first and dashed out the door, seeing the three exhausted adults.

“DADDY! PAPA! MOM!”

“Hey, Aurora!” Jesse grinned and picked her up, giving her the biggest hug.

Rosalie ran over to Bastion and hugged him tightly. She was always a papa’s girl.

Damien and I chuckled and walked over to Jaden, both greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

“How was work?”

“Oh, you know the usual!” Jaden smirked.

I walked over to Jesse and wrapped my arms around him, planting a firm kiss on his lips.

“Mmm, that’s nice! What was that for?” Jesse grinned

“I just missed you a lot today….” I smiled.

Well, it seemed to work. The kids wanted us to meet up again. And we did.

[freekoalaballoon]

"Not the end-"

He was gone. 

You felt like you were back in 2012, watching Loki descend to Midgard in hopes of returning as the king of another realm. 

After Thor was crowned king of Asgard, Loki starved for rule. In his mind, he was entitled to a throne, royal by blood and the rightful king of somewhere. After failing to acquire Asgard’s throne, he’d decided that Midgard was the next best thing. And with Tony and Steve out of the way, he felt like he had a much better chance of capturing the human race. 

You’d woken up alone in the palace in Asgard, Loki long gone. You searched for him, your gowns sweeping the golden floors of the halls, coming up with nothing. Your husband was nowhere to be found, and a sinking realization settled in your stomach. 

You ran to your servants that guarded your suite, grabbing one by the wrist. 

“Where is Loki? What happened to him?” you snapped, hoping your fears weren’t about to come true. 

“Mrs.-”

“Princess,” you corrected, your fear and anger creeping in the edge of your voice. 

“Princess Laufeyson, your husband went to the rainbow bridge in the night. He intends to travel to another realm.”

“And you let him go!?” You shouted, shaking the guard.

“I am in no position to stop Loki.”

You let go of the man, knowing he was right. Any objection and Loki would have smote him on the spot. 

You swallowed hard, turning on your heel and running for the throne room. You threw the door open, the guards moving into position to protect their king that was seated on the throne. 

“Get out of my way!” You shouted, parting the sea of golden-armored men. 

You ascended to the throne, your breath ragged in your chest, making your shoulders rise and fall erratically. 

“Y/N?” Thor stood, his brow knitting together in concern. His large hands wrapped around your arms, seeing the emotion wash over your face.

“It’s Loki. He’s gone to Midgard, he’s desperate for a throne,” you rushed out, looking up to the god for help. 

“We’ll go. We will go right now.” 

You nodded, thanking him. You didn’t know where to start. You had never been to Midgard, and you weren’t present during Loki’s first attempt at tyrannical rule. Thor was your best bet to stopping Loki before it was too late, and you weren’t one to deny help when necessary. 

“I’ll go, stay and rule in my absence,” Thor changed his mind.

“Absolutely not. Loki won’t go with you and you know it. Unless you want seven billion slaves, I’m coming with you,” you stood your ground to the god of thunder. 

The tension could’ve been sliced with a knife, everyone in the throne room holding their breath. 

“You’re right. Valkyrie,” Thor nodded at his right-hand, and she tipped her head in acknowledgement. 

You changed into armor, gold protecting your body from harm. Iridescent black fabric flowed fluidly with your movements, making you look even more like the goddess you were. You crossed the rainbow bridge with Thor, daggers strapped to your forearms, your fingertips brushing against diamond-encrusted handles.

“Can you handle this? You haven’t seen him when...”

“Don’t doubt me. I’m strong. I can handle Loki,” you sharply cut off Thor’s concern, stepping into the bifrost.

You were surrounded by skyscrapers, their lights shining through thick fog. You could feel everything-- the dirty city and the panic running through its people. 

“Where is he?” you asked, and Thor shook his head. 

“I don’t know. Let’s try the capital.” 

You were running, your feet slapping the damp pavement. You inhaled smoky air, noises of cabs flying past you, screaming in your ears. You could feel him. Loki’s magic and power surged through you like a second heartbeat. You could also feel the fear of his newfound subjects, making your nerves feel raw and your breath tight. 

“Thor...”

“Holy shit.”

You rounded the corner, seeing Loki standing atop a flight of stairs, hundreds of trembling Midgardians on their knees before him. 

“Loki!” You screamed.

The god’s head lifted, his gaze connecting with yours. His blue eyes were blown black, making him look even more dangerous. Thor followed you to Loki’s makeshift throne, horrified at the people kneeling before the malevolent god.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you hissed, glaring at your husband. 

“You cannot speak to me-”

“I can do whatever I want. I am not your slave, not like these people.” 

His eyes widened, and he stood up to his full height, towering over you. You didn’t back down, your body buzzing with anxiety and emotion. 

“Stand down. I am ascending my throne. It is my birthright!”

“You have no right to this realm. Leave these people and come to Asgard!” 

He raised his hands at you, and you drew the knives sheathed at your arms. 

“You will not threaten me!” Your heart was racing in your chest, your blade pressed to the base of his throat, unprotected by armor. 

“Don’t make me do this,” you breathed, staring into his eyes. 

“You will submit to me, as will these pathetic Midgardians. I wanted for you to rule at my side, but if you are to stand in my way, I will bring you to your knees,” he snarled, grabbing your wrist. 

You slid a metal circle into your palm, slapping Loki’s neck before he could react. A collar wrapped around his throat, his eyes widening in fury. His magic was useless with the TVA’s collar around his neck, and you held the key. He couldn’t fight against you, not with your power or your daggers pointed at him.

The trance on the people broke, and you felt the city exhale. Thor grabbed Loki, and the three of you headed for Asgard.

...

“Bring him to Valhalla,” you spoke to Thor, barely glancing at Loki. He tried to plead with you, manipulate you to remove the collar from his neck.

“No, no! Y/N you can’t just keep me in Valhalla—” Loki protested, dragged away while you stood on the rainbow bridge, the golden city laid out before you.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring out at your kingdom. The weight on your chest was crushing, seeing the god you loved succumbing to an evil, cruel whim. You’d heard of his past, but you believed in a brighter future. You’d been foolish, and ignored the signs of him building up to an insane entitlement.

The wind blew through your clothes, cold against your skin. You drew in a deep breath of the clean air, letting it fill your lungs.

You finally walked to the castle, the streets quiet in the night. Guards and servants bowed to you as you made your way to Valhalla.

Outside of the black doors, you excused the guards, making sure no one was around to hear you.

...

“Loki,” you spoke, your voice full of disappointment.

He raised his head, his bare chest heaving under the weight of his ragged breaths. He knelt on the floor, his wrists bound to the floor behind his back. The collar on his neck restricted his ability to escape, and he was helpless before you.

"Y/N" he said in a low voice.

“You do not rule Asgard, or Midgard Loki, and most of all you do not rule me!”

“I know-”

“You do not. I will not have you threaten me with submission like some human who has fallen for your charm. I am a goddess Loki, we are equals.

But that doesn't matter anymore because i m leaving."

"What- you can't do this-"

"I can do whatever i want"

"GET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!"

"You are not the man i married not the man i once loved."

Loki screamed as the heavy doors slammed shut behind you, closing the god in the tombs of the Valkyrie, powerless. 

“Do not let him out. Not until I come for him,” you ordered the guards, who nodded obediently. 

You joined Thor on the throne, draped in gold and surrounded by your subjects, kneeling for you and praising their goddess.

End-

Sorry... It's just the beginning.

[smndragon]

Hello!! 🖤 I love your dark aesthetic!! Could I get a full reading please? My initials are ACM and my big three is Scorpio sun in the 2nd, cancer moon in the 10th, and libra rising! Thank you and have a wonderful day!! 🖤

it's kinda funny cause I'm answering this so long after and it shows cause my theme is different😭 I'm sorry it took time to answer this! Let's go!

Hm, Scorpio sun, Cancer moon, Libra ascendant. I see trees covered in moss and flowers. Pink and rainbow buds all around the branches and leaves. Garden rabbits and plants growing from the ground. There's a girl in the distance, a hay colored dun hat. Blonde hair passing her shoulders, soft tanner summer heat skin. A pale blue dress, it looked as if it had played in the grass for years waiting to fit her form. As if this place had grown just for her, the girl staring off into the distance of the hills and sun. The sky was blue, sprinkling bits of sun pieces and bright stars of all light colors. The balls of heat never burned, until now. Seeing my own clothes partially torn and burned from the ash and flakes of the burning flame. It scattered in my hands and left marks of black and red. I would like to say I was worried if it's burn me. But I was only fascinated by this world. The girl turned to me behind her with a look of curiosity, wide blue and green eyes, which sometimes changed to a light honey. (WHY DID THAT CORRECT TO HORNY) Bangs of the soft curly hair covered her forehead. To be honest, she looked like she came out of a slice of life anime or manga of sorts. Those eyes sparkled like casting spells was her gift, spells on the mind and human race. The trees limbs went to constrict around my body like snakes. The wood felt poking but safe. As if it were a chair or place made for me. She walked closer to me, she went to shake my hand extending her own out. I looked at it wondering what to do with my arms held. The tree moved and she grabbed my hand with her own two. Her smile was like walking a warm and soft sanded beach. Eyes closed to calm her pale blonde eyelashes. A button and small bit nose. She was small but she wasn't fully considered skinny. Her feet soles were green and mossy. The tree let me down for her to walk me somewhere. The grass of the hills grew to our heights around us, making it harder to catch up and see her. I feel this may have been the Libra ascendant. The sun's falling bits have off the energy of the Scorpio sun. The Scorpio may be going into the Libra's home with it's fire. Before I knew it, caught up in my own thoughts she was gone. Lost in the tall grass. Possible placements may be the chest, stomach, or shoulders. Maybe even could affect the knees somehow. The aura of the Libra is yellow, blue, or green, bright and untamed. You may have freckles, like walking barefoot, have a taste for adventure, have the ability to lead people places that are unexpected or new. Your Libra gifted you the smarts of a predator and the eyes of a humble pisces or animal.

The Scorpio sun is burning. A pile of hot burning fire and sun. Laying on top of the pile or coming out of nowhere. The Scorpio moves to get Infront of me. Putting it's head in my hand. Tied back dark red or brown hair. Eyes are thinly almond shaped. I grab their chin. The feminity of the Scorpio shows here. Your Scorpio may want to be dominated by others it loves. The eyes of the Scorpio are a dark red, daring and wishing. A bit of scruff on the chin. Around 5'5-5'11. Masculine facial features. A mark or mole under the eye. Dark clothes. That of a knight or guardian. Red and black with golden pieces and placements. It sometimes look as if he's wearing the sun when they shine. A long and nicely shaped thin nose. Curved out at the eyes. They smell of heat and freshly cut grass. As if the world were on fire. I see shining flames whenever their eyes meet mine. I'm ngl I have half the mind to kiss your zodiac right now. This is a sign worth loving. It treats your body as a temple and your mind as a deity or god. Ready to strike and defend you at every turn if it can. You may have been told you don't know when to back downs at times. Could also have back problems, or a beauty mark on the face also. There's not much here for me really, the Scorpio is humbly protective, they like being treated like a pet at times but they'll never let their guard down just yet. Possible placements may be the spine, back, or hands. Aura is red and golden. You could also like writing poetry, or something to do with hands. Possibly a physical activity or smth. You could also be someone who likes to do things only when interested, if you're not people will say you're lazy when that's not the case at you just have no interest though you're hard working. Something unmentioned was the Scorpio form at the beginning, I feel your Scorpio is very powerful in ways in the body. It can transform from the very sun, to a Scorpion, then lastly to the man.

The Cancer home is dimmed and cold. Ice pains my feet. Frost and snow fall from the ceiling and walls. The Cancer freezes sometimes here, but says it's warm. Silently begging for others to ignore it's cold breaths. The bane of ris existence at times is itself. It feels caved in and scared of the world. Possibly from a previous host or truama. The world doesn't fully terrify it, it just feels it already knows what's to come from certain things. This may make you uncommunicative inside or often. Because of the Cancer's dominance in your head it can move it's truama to you and cause you to worry or not understand things people associate themselves with at times. Unintentionally closing you off from the world or growing. It wants to feel safe and sane. Retreating when your other signs wish to take action. the Scorpio burns to partially cover the Cancer. To give it warmth it hasn't gotten on the outside. But also to cover this feeling deep down. The zodiacs worry for your poor Cancer. The crab that's iced it's blue shell to almost cracking. Your Scorpio may love this zodiac greatly in some way. Either romantically or as if very close friends. He visits the door of the crab now, knocking and waiting. Upon no reply he opens the door to see us both sitting down. Confused as to why I'm here but dragging something in behind him anyways. A possibile meat or warming blanket? He grabs a sheet to cover the Crab's shell. Patting it a few times. Going back to the bag to get meat and dusty ash. He creates a fire with a dimple flicker of the black mush. Throwing the food above the fire to stand up with sticks and tools. Taking a seat near me and the Cancer. It's silent, but tis ckmfotin. Your Scorpio worries for the Cancer. They've known each other for a few rounds of lifetimes. The Scorpio may have even seen it all. The sound of the Cancer's panic. Something happened in a previous host, the Cancer felt they couldn't save that person, that they could do nothing against the danger, costing their host much to even possibly their life. The Scorpio was not the sign in control then. A great respect for the Cancer before still present now. Possible placements are the shoulders also, the head, the lower back, or the soles of the feet. Could cause shoulder pains, neck pains, smaller or medium feet.

Your signs aren't perfect, but they do their best to help each other and you. The Scorpio sometimes feels a heavy weight watching over things by themselves at times. The Libra doesn't make it inside until now. Stopping by the door for a second before sitting with us. This is nice, and all in a few moments, it feels like home inside you.

The truama could have something to do with you or the signs it's hard to tell. May deal with panic attacks or anxiety.

Characteristics: because of the Libra maybe even a dirty blonde or blonde of some sort, maybe dark or brown hair, may go past the neck or a bit above or near the shoulders, wide dark eyes or blue and green mix. Smaller or medium to big hands. Just something on hands I feel is important. Could be white, mixed, or foreign to America (not mensing your life here just from my country possibly). May paint your nails or leave them blank, sketches a lot or some bit. Style could be dark or plain in tones of where you live. Could fit the occasion. Smaller feet. May be fairly small when it comes to weight. Height could be 5'1-5'6. Beauty mark on the face somewhere or freckles. Maybe on the back of the neck even. May glance off at times. A make also maybe in the inner thigh. Scorpios deal with eyesight either making it really gold or poor. So possible glasses.

Future relationship/soulmates: will nudge you possibly when they want to relax. Could meet somewhere in the convenience store a normal somewhat important or crowded solace to you. (stores are too common of s theme here lol) may want to give you piggy backs or get them. Dark fluffy hair or pale. Will look domineering but isn't really lol. Could always be snuggling up even in public which can bother you. Want the groceries? You'll get them they'll go out as long as they get to call you the whole way. To that you tell them to be careful when driving. Horny. Very soft and loving. Will give you time if needed when first meeting to talk to them or after asking you out at some point.

Other zodiac possible zodiac influence through other people: Scorpio ascendant, moon, or sun, cancer moon, Gemini moon, dominant, Aries sun, moon, pisces sun, ascendant, moon. Some Capricorn energy somewhere. Also maybe Sagittarius energy in you or another person. Maybe a mars Sagittarius around you?

Future/health: watch for possible things to do with electronics or not paying attention, walking in streets, we kinda discussed possible health stuff lol, back pain, shoulder aching, neck pains, panic attacks or anxiety, possible dark thoughts from the Cancer and even Scorpio.

Houses: having Scorpio sun in the 2nd house could mean an attachment to material thing from childhood. Financial gifts involving communication and interaction. Gains through others somehow. Having Cancer moon in 10th could mean you may make it doing something involving physical use or mental stability. Could be a social worker, nurse, something involving humanitarian stuff or possibly business if you focused on it. Could be a lawyer even, with Cancer there's a lot of possibilities from their talents. There's something great in you, you just have to drive for what you want. Possibly may want to owns little shop somewhere even. You'll gain possible reliable jobs through friends or connections even due to the 2nd house.

[michaelbogild]

Quotes written April 18 2021

our mutual melodies, our ancient lights that are wed to each other

her soul is spangled with astral grace

our love had florid stretches, our love had terrible pits

Give me, Life, a draught of oblivion.

she entered the truth of this love with a heart about to burst

Of course I love her, I am eternally fond of flowers.

how easily charmed I was, how deeply you travelled into my soul

in her heart, a lone buttercup whispering something true to his ethereal dreams

she answers his soul with all the colors of her affections

the ghostly waves of her forsaken ocean

I am just a floating phantom that once were in love but now is lost

he sailed into the star-spangled night of her sirenic beauty

the florid touch of her soul's amorous eloquence

I met the angels that wrote the harmonies of our love. They were devils.

though his love her emotions became songs of starry beauty

your roses were not without their shades, shades that swallowed me and all my eternal foolishness

tonight, tonight you look like the muse of the moon

I felt in her love the true pulse of life

I writ her absence upon the heart of the unknown

Our poem died too soon, but so does all beautiful things

he set aflame the saddest moon of her heart

surreally pulled by the gravity of her cryptic songs

I still linger in the illusion that you actually loved me

finally we meet, two souls divorced for centuries

in her heart, a fearless daffodil that knows how to dream

I am not a great guitarist, but I play the piano really badly.

Touch me with the mystic silence of all your moons.

nothing is mundane when I close my eyes and dream

her love wears the spirit of an infinite rose

Your are the blue skies that lives in my soul as lies.

her beauty is a bird fluttering in the half-light of his heart

Her bohemian soul, her fancy everything.

you broke the spine of my entire universe

Lady luck, what the fuck?

she wore the endlessness of his love, an invisible dress of mystic grace

I will never see you again, I know that, but how you shine in my lyrics.

the flaming music of her wildflower affections

her roses are now praying, where is his love?

her wraithlike eyes, eyes that saw everything and nothing

time dissolved by the power of our touches

the seraphic enchantment of her gorgeous eyes of spring

I am higher than the star of her love and beauty.

A love that could deluge the heart

we ran full-tilt into what we mistook for heaven

the ambiguous rose of her half-light love

What shall tame this heart now that it has gazed into eternity?

the sad whispers of your absence is nothing but ghosts, but I can't forsake them

she is the temple I pray in, she is the darkness outside of it

our love unfolded a higher reality

see was too ethereal to embrace

Writing poetry has become a psychedelic for me.

timeless temptress, muse of my heart, sing, sing into this night that never ends

we were the throbbing pulse of that night, we burned harder than the stars

he orbits her beauty with his delirious verses

I am suspended in a sky that exist beyond my life.

the ascending poetry of our young love

I am as broken as the autumn that gave birth to me.

the burning cathedral of our star-crossed love

The canvas is empty...and will remain so until she returns.

he excites her heart with the force of a thousand dreams

you deserve an ode that will survive the stars

I planted flowers of poetry on the grave of our love

I will rebuild my life, brick by brick, without you.

the bleeding bride of the moon, whispering to me something unclear, in a night, in a night of a thousand oddities

we took flight towards heaven winged with a thousand hopes

I read a page from her mystic heart and fell irretrievably in love

there are definitely moments when I feel like a cosmic child

she rejoiced in the spring with all the roses of her dreams

thinking about you is flirting with melancholy

I exist outside of my brain, in the world of a dream that can't possibly be real.

they married the vastness of each other's love

we were fit for paradise, but we burned it down

a poem written by the ink of God

You do not own my heart, the night does, which has stopped calling out your name.

we belong in the heart of the cosmos, our love will take us there

He scored the royal flush of women, but did he know?

her beauty, a mystic pearl

her heart was slighted by the summer of his beauty

how easily she stirs the depths of his wonder

no one will ever find the broken crown of our love, except of course they read my poems

All her stars were enchanting, she sang their light into his heart.

the lyrical dreams of our far-travelling souls

her love was a hollow poet

he brushed the marigolds of her feelings

the resounding canyon of his hearts flaming love-poems

As you played with my heart your own slowly rotted.

in this mystic night of oddities, a profound deepening, whispers, subtle lights, and all my future seen as memories

She lit a candle in the darkest room of my heart.

the elusive butterflies of her more-than-divine love

her love felt like an ancient secret, a hidden star

she wears the yoke of a thousand yesterdays

the yawning abyss of everything I have become, the endless darkness, oh the infinite darkness

The soul of midsummer has turned into the stars of her eyes

I lost my way when I decided to love you

dancing on the shore of his love, daydreaming with the waves

her hopes are now weeping within the saddest cadences of nightingales

she loves with the persistence of a waterfall

the secret rose of her soul was perfumed with the miracle of his love

the radiant songs of our hearts are now wounds of unutterable darkness

this stranded homeless soul, this soul without a dream

From soulmates to strangers, what a beautiful ending.

every song is a knife that cuts me open, how I bleed your absence

she drinks the wine of his soul

His captivated heart sails upon the waves of her songs.

her soul wears the perfume of his heart's golden poetry

the moons of her love were nothing but mirages

the transient dance of shallow love is all she has experienced

I am stranded in a desert void of her love

...and I drank a cup of stars, and I forgot the world and every traitor in it.

the ink that praises you ought to live forever

she weaves into his soul the astral charms of her wildflower sensuousness

the perpetual darkness of her devilish gravity

the astral flare of our young and burgeoning love

she could dream forever in the warmth of his arms

everything this girl does is shaped like poetry

he painted his dreams with all the colors of her personality

he shapes with his summery love the budding constellations of her dream-wild soul

we stand outside the seasons, touched by colours that don't exist

like a careless wave is fate when she washes over us

I keep circling the soul of what we had, I am knee-deep in memories

her love, my lethe

he held her in a mystic embrace, entering her heart like a thousand pulsating truths

his strong affections are madrigals of summer, strains of serendipitous light

she is perfectly scented with the roses of God

But her songs have shades and only them am I allowed to embrace

Where is my mind? Have you seen it? Did her love steal it? I will ask the moon.

at the threshold of true love, two souls ready to be united forever

kissed by a moon-goddess on a night of sweet surrender

the dreadful dissonance that is now between us, how harrowing to my heart

Snowflakes, so many snowflakes. Where are we? Oh yes, in a dream.

She basks in his vast beauty, transfixed on his beautiful lips.

her imperial eyes of sure victory

His flames are French, his warrior-heart Greek.

he is on every page of her heart

only he can read the pages of her blood

the fleeting muse of my crepuscular soul

we ascended into the heart of a sea-born mystery

I kept dancing at the edge of illusion, trying again and again to trap reality

only through love could we flow into each other's souls

the imperial flame of her ruthless soul

lonely lips, aching skin, fevered heart

the astral joys of simply just holding you

We are satellites in a sorrowful twilight, drifting further and further away from each other

Yes, I fell, but into poems.

The spring moon took us into his dreams.

You emptied day by day my soul of stars.

the spirit of the darkness, her eternal twin

richly charmed I was, deep in dreams that sang your name in rainbows

Not even Shakespeare could produce poetry this rapidly.

I live at the periphery of something that shouldn't exist

another love, another soul whose beauty will grow back my wings

We will live forever. Our love is one of divinity's rhymes.

so wondrously colored were the dreams of our burgeoning love

her words are courtesans, her eyes are lies

we turned into ethereal light in those resplendent moments of sensual love

They interwove their imaginations and composed a dream of endless splendour

you were a secret path to paradise

she liberated with a tender kiss the sunlight of his soul

he crucified with his goodbye all the roses of her hopeful love

the songs of her beauty, chains

She charms his emotions with all the summers of her heart.

the astral richness of her dreamily divine eyes

the wistful dusk has a song for our hearts

my dreams are becoming more and more solid

Often did he sail to the moon when she loved him, often did he enter the pulse of life.

bathing in the moonlight of his faithful love

I feel the alluring gravity of her notes, I throb with every beat of her wildflower airs

we met within the colors of a sudden mystery

The evanescent music of those dreamy spheres, how I miss it.

I imagined a heaven that could never exist

her love is a conduit of colours, the spring of eternal songs

she breaks the borders of my very thoughts, her soul is pure endlessness

the truest colour must be that of your eyes

the soft whispers of angels can still contain lies

the infatuated moons of her sea-kissed heart

he reached with a perfect kiss the secret lyrics of her spring-blessed soul

I clung to a dream that didn't want me.

your love and beauty is the true world and the only world I will worship

our moonstruck hearts spoke in the poetry of sensual touches

To think of you is to walk at the contour of a mystery.

We have never been further apart, so why do I feel you so deeply in my bones?

Venus herself could not have slid into my soul any faster than you

the velvet paradise of her seraphic love

our love had a spiritual chorus, but this religion had to die

the aching ocean of her breakable heart

the burning pilgrim-notes of her desirous love

His imagination has taken on the shape of the universe.

she is made entirely of night-songs

she floats into empty spaces and decorates them with all the colours and shapes of his translatable beauty

she invites another universe into my heart

Everything she is, everything she does, summons poetry from his soul.

the sunset knows my heart better than you ever did

I amorously burn through verses and visions. I miss you all the time.

the liberated Venus of her bashful beauty

he rides on the crests of her oceanic emotions

the luscious strains of her beauty's cosmic song

black tears, all I shed now are black tears

you darken my writings, your dusk is everywhere

I was enslaved within the songs of the sea-nymphs, I felt a thousand waves curse my bones and blood.

though naked she wears the spirit of the night

I am restlessly rooted in nights that call out your name.

her poems like ornately-colored butterflies

I can finally drink the wine of my own spirit.

she danced with the soul of his love on a shore of exotic dreaming

foolishly anchored in the elusiveness of his love

vaster than the dreams of God is her summer-born beauty

nothing can dream like a pair of green eyes

he chases immortality through sonnets of glorious devotion

they were ready to drown in each other's blood

she is the throbbing pulse of his verdant poetry

love, the mirage I supposed real

I am high on the poetry of this life, this life with you

She plays with the unsung darkness, places the dusk upon her tongue.

Ever a slave to her sorcerous spirit.

how rapidly we turned into stars, how deeply we felt the cosmos of love's deepest truths

loving her was like dancing next to an abyss, drunk

I stand in the rich blaze of her mystic spirit

he courts her jasmine heart with a poem of unbeatable eloquence

the sea-nymphs of her silken voice speaks of endless love

[friendship-ended-with-pokespe]

Kirby and the Big Panic in Gloomy Woods! Chapter 9

Within the Gloomy Woods, they don't even have the slightest idea of where the woodkeeper ran off to. Looking around the Gloomy Woods, King Dedede grinded his teeth in anger. “Shoot......how could we look for him......” “King Dedede, do you know the way to the hut that guy resided in?”

“Y-Yup.” “Let's head there for now. He might have thought of returning to his hut.” “All right, it's this way.” Right when King Dedede was about to take the lead and show Kirby and Meta Knight the way: “Grrrr......” Together with a low growling noise, a light could be seen between the trees. What came out sluggishly was Fire Lion clad in flames. “What, you again?” Said King Dedede, having had enough. “You want your fire put out again? Or is it a different guy than just now?” The king raised his fists, where Kirby then stopped him. “Wait, King Dedede. I have a good idea.” “What?” “Hang on, sorry about this~.” Kirby turned towards Fire Lion and took a deep breath. “Yelp!?” Fire Lion screamed like a dog, and its body was inhaled by Kirby in an instant. On Kirby's head, a bright red flame is shining. By inhaling Fire Lion, he has copied the “Fire” ability. “With this, I'll light the steps! Let’s run at full speed without tripping over!”

“I see. Way to go, Kirby!” “Don't burn the trees. We’ll be in serious trouble if there's a fire in the forest.” “I'll be careful, so it'll be all okay!” The flame burning on Kirby's head illuminated the surrounding brightly like a daylight. The three headed toward the woodkeeper’s hut at full speed. Before long, a hut could be seen ahead of them. “That one.” “A light is lit from the windows. So he did return to this hut.” “I won't forgive him for the fact that he got a jump on me and ran off with the crystal! I'll teach him a lesson!” King Dedede was about to rush over to the hut first and foremost. At that moment. With rumble, rumble, rumble......the sound of rumbling in the ground started to reverberate. That isn’t all. The ground is humming and shaking. “What!?” “Is it an earthquake!?” “No! Look at that!” Kirby jumped up and shouted. The woodkeeper’s house is shaking. The next moment, the hut floated in the air with a loud sound. “EHHH!???? What's that!?” “A vehicle in the shape of a hut......?” “Darn it all! how could he be so cocky!” King Dedede raised his fists, but of course, it was no use. Before the three, the hut chimney swiftly transformed into a shape of a propeller. Having turned into a helicopter, the hut mowed down the trees while ascending to the night sky.

The one to laugh out loud within the hut-shaped helicopter, was of course that woodkeeper. No, something like a woodkeeper is just a bunch of rubbish. His true identity is an experienced thief who kept his eyes on the Stardust Crystal for decades. Even using a high-performance vehicle like this, this man was waiting for an opportunity to steal the crystal. Afraid of the master of legends, he couldn't get close to the crystal by any means. Tonight however, his wish became a reality at last. “At last! It's in my hands at last!” A beautiful crystal tinged with blue; the thief cannot stop laughing as he has the mysterious stone that produces Stardust Fruit in his hand. “Nonetheless, a genius like me is the one to have the last laugh. So-called His Majesty who just has a huge body is only to be taken advantage of and thrown away! Hahaha, how refreshing!” The thief was ecstatic and patted the crystal. “I can cultivate as many Stardust Fruits as I like with just this. All the rich gourmets in the universe will yearn for it. I'll be the richest man in the universe!”

Raising his eyes at the hut-shaped helicopter ascending little by little, King Dedede yelled. “He’ll get away at this rate! Isn't there anything that'll work!? I got it. Meta Knight, would your airship......” “It’s parked outside the woods. We won't make it.” “Darn it......so it's useless!?” The king shook his clenched fists. “I have a great idea!” Shouted Kirby, and spun once in mid-air. In an instant, the flame hat fell off and turned back to Fire Lion. Fire Lion cried like a puppy and fled deep into the woods. “All set with this.” Kirby closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Kirby cannot use his inhaling skills while a Copy Ability stays with him. Right now, for him to have removed the Fire ability on purpose must mean...... “Kirby, don't tell me that you're gonna inhale that helicopter!” Meta Knight gasped. Even if you say his ‘Inhale’ is very powerful, it's unlikely that he could inhale something so huge like that. “Oh? You could do that? Alright, break your leg, Kirby!” Forgetting their usual relationship, King Dedede cheered Kirby on. Kirby tried his best as his face became bright red, but it was too much as one would expect. The hut-shaped helicopter didn't stop rising. “......Gasp......no good......” Kirby became worn out and laid over on his back. King Dedede said in an irritated manner. “What, and I had such high hopes! Stupid Kirby!” “I don't have any strength......cause I'm hungry......” Said Kirby feebly and looked around. He’ll surely be full of energy if he eats a Stardust Fruit. That's what he thought, but he couldn't find even one Stardust Fruit around here. This was after King Dedede and the woodkeeper harvested them all. “Is there......anything to eat......ah, that’s!” Finding a fruit growing in the shade of a tree, Kirby rushed over to it. A red fruit wrapped in an orange-colored vine is in front of a thick tree.

It looked way bigger than Stardust Fruit and also tasty. “Time to dig in!” Kirby inhaled the fruit in one gulp and looked blankly. “Huh......? What's this? It’s my first time with something like this......” “I also tried a short while ago. Dunno how to put it, it tastes funny.” Said King Dedede. “Yup. It's totally different from any other fruit. I've never tasted something like this before......” “Hey, wait a minute.” King Dedede was wide-eyed in amazement. “What happened to you? Your body is glowing.” “Eh?” Kirby checked his body. A rainbow-colored light is emanating from his whole body. Surprised, Kirby rubbed his stomach. “It is! Also......an immense energy is somehow flowing within me!” “What?” “I'll try it one more time!” Kirby looked up at the night sky. Having already soared higher than the trees in the woods, the hut-shaped helicopter is about to fly away to the other side of the sky. Glaring at the helicopter, Kirby gives a good inhaling. “Ha, it's the same no matter how many times you try. There's no way the helicopter could be inhaled......” However, King Dedede couldn't say for certain until the end. In the center of Kirby, a wind arose like a hurricane. The trees are shaking noisily. The wind was so strong that one couldn't stand still.

“Don't tell me......you're really gonna inhale it, Kirby!” Yelled Meta Knight. However, that voice is also drowned out by the noise from the trees. Meta Knight and King Dedede clung onto the trees. They would otherwise be swept into the violent storm and inhaled by Kirby. The hut-shaped helicopter that continued soaring stopped moving. “What an incredible power......I can't believe it......!” Groaned King Dedede.

The thief fell into a panic inside the hut-shaped helicopter. “W-What is this!? Is it a turbulence!? Or is the machine malfunctioning......!?” The indoor was stable just now, but shook like a great earthquake. Unable to stand up, the thief rolled on the floor. With a wobble, it shook noticeably and lost balance. The hut-shaped helicopter stopped moving, and started falling the next moment! “Ahhhhhh! S-Save me! It's crashing!”

The helicopter spun while falling, and was completely sucked into Kirby's mouth. The strong wind subsided, and the forest regained its original tranquility. Kirby stood still with a calm expression. All that he was left to say was: “I did it. I got the treasure back.” “Kirby......” Murmured Meta Knight in a daze, and turned towards Kirby. “Don't tell me you really inhaled that hut......your usual inhaling doesn't even compare to it......how about we call this ‘Hypernova Inhale’......?” “Are you alright, Kirby? Don't you have a stomachache from inhaling that large thing?” Even King Dedede looked into Kirby's face out of worry. Kirby nodded energetically. “I'm all right! Even I didn't know that I would inhale that.” “Was it because of that red fruit?” “Probably. As soon as I ate it, an amazing power was flowing within me that even I couldn't believe!” “That's very strange. That large hut couldn't have fit inside your stomach. Just where did it disappear to?” “Disappeared......?” Kirby blinked his eyes. “It......disappeared? H......Hold on a sec!” Kirby stared with wide eyes and did a somersault. “What should I do!?” “Mm? What's the matter?” “I inhaled not just the hut, but also the treasure with it~!” “Ah......?” Realizing the importance at last, King Dedede lost his temper with his face bright red. “The heck did you do, you numbskull!? How could you inhale the blasted crystal......then there's no point in catching the woodkeeper!” King Dedede grabbed Kirby, and his neck......didn't exist, and thus tried to to squeeze his sides. Kirby shouted in agony. “Let go of me! I just inhaled something large right now, so......if you squeeze me like that......ugg......ohh......” Noticing that Kirby looked strange, King Dedede let go of his hands in a hurry. “H-Hey, don't face here. Face that way if you feel sick......” “Uuu......uu......I feel sick......uuu......” Kirby squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth. “Augh, this is bad!” It was when King Dedede tried to take cover in a panic. Together with a big sneeze, Kirby spit out the hut-shaped helicopter that he inhaled just now. With it, Kirby's body glowing in rainbow turned back to pink. The hut-shaped helicopter appeared before Kirby and his friends as it was originally. Only that the power system appeared to be broken, and is unable to fly anymore. The door of the hut creaked open. With tottering steps, the one to come out was that woodkeeper thief. The thief aimlessly wandered his eyes, and fell on that spot with a thud. King Dedede rushed over to him. “You crook! How dare you make a fool of me!” King Dedede was about to start dragging the thief, but Meta Knight stopped him. “Knock it off. He was inside the hut, but nonetheless affected by Kirby’s super-powerful inhaling. He's still damaged quite a lot.” Meta Knight was right. Unable to even muster the strength to get up, the thief totteringly pointed at the hut. “T......The crystal is......inside......do with it......as you want......” “What?” “I-I don’t want it anymore. I'd be hanged if I go through something that frightening......eeeek......” As he let out a groan, the thief fled by trying to crawl away. “Wait!” Shouted King Dedede, but Meta Knight said to him. “Let him be, he seems to have had quite enough. He probably won’t do something like this ever again.” “......Hrmph. You do have a point.” Kirby regained his energy as the two were talking. He bounced to his feet and started running towards the hut. “Yippee, the treasure, the treasure~! It's an hyper-ultra-super-ultimate-extreme-deluxe-supreme-extra-large Stardust Fruit~!” Raising both his hands, he sprints into the hut. Having realized this, Dedede jumped up and went after him. “Wait, Kirby! I won't hand over the crystal to you!” “Calm down, you guys......” Having no choice, Meta Knight also went inside the hut.

The Stardust Crystal is placed on the table inside the hut. It’s about the same size as Kirby. It’s glowing blue from the inside and is sparkling. That light is so beautiful that it seems not of this world. Meta Knight was the one to let out a sign in admiration. “So this is Stardust Crystal......what mysterious radiance! It appears you inhaled it without thinking......” “Yup, I guess I inhaled it without a thought!” Kirby smiled from ear to ear and opened his mouth wide. “Although it's not as big as the sports festival balls, and can't really call it hyper-ultra-super-ultimate-extreme......! Still, it's way bigger than an ordinary Stardust Fruit!” “......Wha?” Meta Knight was bewildered and tried to stop Kirby. “Stop, Kirby! That's not a Stardust Fruit......why, it's not even a food!” “I inhaled it with the hut back then, so I couldn't know how it tasted! This time for sure!” “Stop......” “Time to dig in!”

Kirby opened his mouth wide. “Stop, you son of a gun......” King Dedede couldn't prevent him in time either. Kirby inhaled the Stardust Crystal......

With a grandiose choking.

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[andmynameisadora]

it’s pouring outside. 

Adora hated the rain when it came to war. It made battle harder, she had to plan around the millions upon trillions of variables that fell from the sky, making the ground wet. It was an inconvenience in travelling too, soaking through clothes, impeding carts and wagons, hammering against tents. With no promise of escape, dealing with that sopping wetness sucked.

Times were different, now.

Rain hammered Bright Moon castle in steady sheets, the sky rumbling. Probably a storm blew in from the mountains of Dryl. There were no battles here anymore, and Adora’s view on storms did a full 180.

It rained in the Fright Zone, but the water and mud burned. Here it was clean, and Adora relished the release. As she ran onto the grounds, her shout of glee, battle cry turned joyful trumpet, she let herself get swallowed by the rain. The sound of the sky made her shouting a bit of muffled, but no less triumphant, and if there were birds flying right now, they’d flee before the sound of her voice. 

“For the honor of Grayskull!”

And the magic glows across the raindrops, thousands of colors surrounding Adora. Every stride getting longer, hair whipping in the gloom, footsteps becoming bigger and stomping on the slick ground. It’s exhilarating, transforming. She had to let She-Ra out occasionally, or she’d go mad - and this was a good way to do it probably. 

Probably, maybe. 

Her heart pounded as it swelled - literally - in her chest like everything else. To Adora, this was cathartic, not just because it was RAIN and MUD and it was fun, but that she was using this power for pleasure. All her life, by the Horde, by the First Ones, she was molded into a weapon. Even her magic was shackled, doomed to destroy, doomed to be a weapon pointing to the enemies of a race and culture long dead.

This was a big middle finger to all of that. 

Choice was the greatest power of all.

The rain pelted her immediately, and even She-Ra wasn’t immune to the wet. Her subtle glow cast millions of rainbows all around her, even through the grime that soaked through her pristine outfit. It was magic, it’ll be back to normal next transformation. 

She didn’t care that it was Etheria’s savior that was literally, with immense joy, playing in the rain and mud like a child, delighting in the freedom of it. Her body heat made steam rise off of her form with the prisms, her crown was stained and slick with wet and grime, but it was wonderful. 

She was free. She could do this. 

Laughing at nothing, love and light and excitement exploding out of her chest. It was a great way to let off some steam. She knew she’d be exhausted and cold and filthy by the end of it, but in the moment? It was just her and the sky and Etheria, and she forgot her pain. Stress, for once, was a drowned out and dull ache in the back of her skull. It might’ve been intimidating for anyone watching, huddling in warm rooms or the fragrant branches of the Woods, to see someone so large and so powerful leaping through the grasses, splashing in puddles, wheeling and flipping like she weighed nothing.

Except for the one time Adora DID slip, and fell, SPLASH, on her back. It shook the ground slightly, and she was goddamn filthy. The rain washed over her, making vision slightly difficult, and to give a reprieve from the rain she summoned her weapon and turned it into this planet’s equivalent of an umbrella. 

Wipe away the water from her eyes. 

Her chest was heaving, magic and light pulsing, and her giggles were still warm and barely contained. Droplets pelted her invulnerable, transformed weapon, and Adora even delighted in the fact she could make her sword anything. Not just weapons. A mop, cups, pitchers, brushes, anything. She and it were not limited to being a warrior. It was nice.

Water and mud fell off of She-Ra in sheets and great fat globs as she shook herself, and started to wander back in through the entrance, before stopping herself. Don’t want to track anything in....

She tried to remember the window to where the bathroom she frequented was at. Figuring the mud would wash off in he rain, She-Ra  crouched, assessed the window’s location, and leaped with all her might. She was short, and had to scrabble onto the wall’s footholds, leaving messy muddy handprints as she ascended. Adora was transforming back as she flipped through the window - She-Ra’s hips would’ve barely squeezed through, and she plops onto the floor of the bathroom with a yelp and a pleased snicker.

Baths she hated, but she really WAS dirty. Worth it. Back to herself, she also realized how cold she was. Soaked to the bone, she gets to work running the water as hot as possible, and makes a note to send for her clothes to be washed (again). 

Grime washes down the drain, like her worry, for once. 

[thijihiguri]

The Emperor’s Ascension, Pt. 3 (& Denouement)

Two times now has the world of Elementa been trapped in stasis.  The first was at the very beginning of this battle, when the Snow Flower herself, Koyuki Kazahana, High Empress of Hyoga, emerged from on high to face her beloved husband in battle.  Of the many obstacles he had overcome up until now, Thiji battling his own wife would be his greatest.  Still, he pressed on, goaded by Koyuki to face her with all he had.

The second occurrence is the current sight everyone struggled to behold: a blade pierced Koyuki’s body by Thiji’s hand.  Though it was expected to happen eventually, the sight was too much for many to stomach. The Handmaidens of Peace, the Royal Family’s most loyal sect of warrior-priests, had practically fainted on the spot, save for Sylla, Shijima, and Celuwen, who watched on with mouths agape.  Seraphina slowly moved her hands from her eyes to behold the scene, gasping loudly once she did.  

“Princess Seraphina, with me!” Umi spoke as she rose from her seat.  “We go now to attend your mother.”

“Y-Yes, Auntie Umi!” Seraphina said reluctantly.  Shiro silently nodded and followed them down.

As they left the stands, Koyuki let out a soft exhale as she lost the strength to stand, slowly falling backwards.  Thiji quickly caught his wife and pulled his blade from her body, leaving behind a wound that had frozen over.  The Diamond Emperor dropped a knee, cradling Koyuki in his arms.  Though there was little expression on his face, he still felt sorrow for what he had done.

“All right – mic me, boys!” Nora said with a snap of her fingers.  The cameramen took out a pair of lavalier mics from his pocket and tossed them over to the Teal Quaintrelle, who then chucked them straight down into the stadium, landing beside Thiji and Koyuki.  As if on cue, Thiji took them in hand and attached one to his robe, and the other to Koyuki’s qipao.  “And now, the big reveal!”

“That was tough to watch, even for me…” Homura sighed.

“It was tough for all of Elementa, sister,” Sakuya replied, “but the plan has been carried out flawless so far.  The time has come to commence the summoning.  I already sense Mizore is channeling her energies to complete this process; let’s not keep her waiting too long.”

Raiko and Homura nodded and left their luxury room to teleport to Nora’s dirigible.  Meanwhile, Koyuki gazed upon her beautiful husband, who had laid a hand upon his cheek.

“Koyuki…” was all he could get out before she interrupted him with a finger to his lips.

“Be still, my lord…” Koyuki said, her voice weak.  The microphones attached to their clothing amplified their voices so that everyone within the stadium could hear them clearly, along with everyone else watching throughout the world.

“But, my flower…” he tried to speak again, only to be shushed.

“Still, my love… hear me,” she repeated, smiling.  “Ever since you were born, you were destined… for greatness.  Ever faithfully has the Higuri Clan served my Pure Branch, but you were meant to do more than serve… All your life, you have served me and my family, but the truth is… we’ve held you back.  Your strength and potential, limited… because the love you had for us softened your heart. We curtailed the Diamond Prophecy, though we did not know it at the time… the Trials of Winter was to help reshape you into who you were; what you were meant to be.  You had to let go of me in order to become the Diamond Emperor… It was difficult at first… but I accepted it with time.  To ascend, you had to strike down your flower… Love is a powerful force, and I always uphold its values… but it can make us complacent… it can bring our guard down… it can even end us.  But not you, Thiji.  You’re meant to become a force far greater, and after bringing our Hyoga into the golden age of prosperity it now has, you have fulfilled your duties as a mortal…”

Seraphina, Umi, and Shiro hurried to the field, but Shiro pointed out that flowers were beginning to blossom through the snow-covered ground.

“What… What’s this…?” Seraphina asked.

“Her power is being spread throughout the land,” Shiro explained.  “She is returning to nature.”

“Is… Is my mother dying…?”

“No, she is not, thankfully,” Umi replied, “but she has suffered too much damage to maintain her form; she is one with nature, and therefore cannot perish easily.”

“You Kazahana sure did luck out in the superpower lottery…” Shiro grumbled, a hint of jealousy in her voice.  She then spotted a familiar flower materializing right above Koyuki.  “No way… is that -?”

A delicate snow-white flower with purple stamens appeared above Koyuki’s body, and around the stamens were tiny blue snowflakes dancing about.  The flower slowly descended to her right hand, which she then presented to Thiji.

“Do you know what this is, my lord…?” she asked him.  He looked upon it and gasped.  He wanted to reach out and touch it, but was too focused on holding his weakening wife.

“It’s… It’s the first Snow Lily that marked your birth!” Thiji answered.  Koyuki grinned at his response.

“The very first Snow Lily – yes,” she confirmed.  “I kept and safeguarded it all my life, for the right moment to show it to you.”

Something else had begun to emerge from the flower: a tiny, coin-shaped object – no bigger than a poker chip – materialized and levitated in front of Thiji’s head, expecting him to grab it.

“Koyuki… what is this?” Thiji asked.

“The Proof of the Snow Flower…” she replied.  “This was the final battle in your Trials.  I was the only other Lady of Winter standing in your way in Elementa, and I was determined to harden your heart for the task.  If you failed this day… The gods would have been displeased. But they knew you were stronger than that; I knew you were stronger than that. And now that it’s all over, I can gaze upon you… one last time, as a mortal.  I’m so proud of you, Thiji…”

As their conversation continued, Seraphina began feeling another reaction coming.  This one, however, was more familiar to her.

“It’s been a long time, my beloved child,” spoke a female voice to her telepathically.

“Mother Moon..!!” she gasped.  “How may Your humble daughter serve you?”

“I have need of you for a moment; mind if I use you as a vessel?”

“Whatever your desire, O Luminious One!”

The clouds parted once more as a beam of lunar energy shot down from the heavens, enveloping the Alabaster Rose.  Shiro and Umi jumped out of the way, watching in awe.

“That’s the sign, sisters!” Sakuya spoke.  They channeled the powers of Izanami, Izanagi, and Amaterasu – the gods who chose them to be Eternals – into the pillar, causing an elemental reaction which created a rainbow bridge.  Everyone shielded their eyes from the light as it washed over the stadium and the entire Borealis Tundra.

Moments later, the light faded, and everyone scanned their surroundings – the sky was once again cast into night, with the silvery moon illuminating Hyoga.  Turning center stage, everyone noticed that Seraphina had transformed into a taller, yet equally slender woman of blue-violet hair and a silver-white-and-blue floral dress.  On the right side of her head was a silvery-blue flower in full bloom, and in her hands was a pristine harp.  She plucked the strings and the moon’s light filled the stadium.

“Iss thiss… the powerss of a God?” Z’hira asked.  “To witnesss one appear before uss…”

“The Divinity of Night; the Lady of the Moon…” Hiro spoke under his breath.  The other Eternals jumped down from the blimp and landed behind Thiji, sticking the landing in a kneeling position.

“It has been far too long since I’ve taken a stroll in the mortal realm,” the Goddess said as she stretched.  The Handmaidens of Peace watched in awe as the Goddess of the Moon descended to grace them.  “You’ve come a long way, Thiji Higuri.  All that has happened up to this point shaped you into who you are now.  Thy wisdom; thy strength; thy intellect; your heart of diamond – these are the tenets that deem you more than qualified to become an Eternal – should you accept.  Just as I have chosen thy mother, Mizore, I have found thee more than worthy to ascend.”

She then turned to Koyuki, who met her gaze with a grin.

“High Empress Koyuki… your mother would be so proud.  But it pained all of us to put you through this.  You truly are worthy of the name ‘Kazahana’, and the Snow Flower from which sparked your birth.”

“I did what I must, Lady Tsukuyomi…” whispered Koyuki, her voice very weak at this point, “for him… I only hope that Thiji can forgive his flower…”

“I already forgive you, Koyuki… I do,” Thiji spoke, now holding her close.  He deliberated for a moment before looking up towards Tsukuyomi.

“Speak thy mind, Diamond Emperor,” the Moon Goddess urged.

“I accept this charge, Lady Tsukuyomi,” he began, “however… I wish to begin anew.”

“Pray explain thyself.”

“I know that Eternals are reborn after death as they can never be truly killed, and with each rebirth they are stronger… but I wish to be reborn as an infant.  This way, my power will be exponentially more immense, and I may better serve towards Elementa’s safekeeping.”

“WHAAAAT?!” Homura shrieked, fire spewing from her maw.  “That clever bastard’s gonna deny me a sparring partner?!”

“Dial it down, Homura; the mics are still on…” Raiko grunted whilst covering her ears.

“I’m sure Mizore’s going to be ecstatic over this,” chuckled Sakuya.  “She’d want nothing more than to hold her little Thiji again.”

“Very well, and very astute of thee,” Tsukuyomi stated.  “I shall make it so, but you’ve many friends gathered here; I will allow thee one final chance for any parting words with them.”

The Diamond Emperor nodded and turned to everyone present.  Shiro approached and gave Thiji a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s been a hell of a ride, Thiji,” Shiro began.  “You’ve helped me save a lot of people, and the missions we’ve been on together have been the most memorable ones ever.  It’s going to hurt me seeing you go, but there’s a secret I’ve been keeping from you for quite some time now.”

She turned their attention towards the stands.  A cloaked figure in white sat alone.  Lifting the hood revealed a young girl with hair like Shiro’s, only slightly bluer, with Thiji’s eyes.  She wore a white-and-blue gown and her face was filled with tears.  “You see that young woman there?  That’s Soyo – my daughter.  Your daughter.”

“The Princess has a stepsister…” Umi said under her breath.

“WOW!  That’s unexpected!” Nora commented.  “I knew Thiji got around, but…!”

“Because of you, my Clan survives.  And I’ve discovered that some of us survived the purge.  The Lands of Kiri have a princess, and I’ve discovered that some of my kin have survived the purge.  We would not have survived without you, Thiji, and to this, I owe you so much.”

Da Ji hurried over to Thiji, teary-eyed as ever.

“My Emperor,” she began, “I will wait for your rebirth, and when you return, I will do my utmost for you! I… I only ever wish to serve you – as a mortal, and as a Goddess.  I will forever be yours…”

“And I am grateful to have your love and support, Da Ji,” Thiji replied.  He then turned over towards his brother, his gazing firmly upon him.  “It will fall upon you and Seraphina to lead Hyoga in our absence.  Though the Snow Flower will return, I must answer a higher call.  But Hyoga’s sanctity will always be my prime concern.  Horu. You’ve the entirety of the Tundra Force and the Handmaidens of Peace backing you; you’ve numerous allies and advisors.  Reach out to them; lean on them if you must…”

“We won’t fail you, Brother,” Horu acknowledged.  “I’ll watch over Empress Seraphina as well.  Your shoes will be difficult to fill, but I’ve learned much from you.”

A large flower began to blossom in the center of the stadium.  It opened one of its petals as the last of Koyuki’s power seeped into and nurtured the now verdant area.  She gazed upon her beloved husband once more, a smile on her face as she gave her final words:

“Thiji… you were, are, and always will be… my light… my lord… my love.”

Her strength all but spent, Koyuki’s arm slowly fell to the ground, her eyes shutting into a peaceful sleep.  Though they knew she was not gone from this world, the scene was no less heartbreaking to watch.  Thiji lifted her body and carried it into the flower, placing her comfortably inside of its petals.  As it closed, a violet pulse emanated from the plant, thereby “sealing” it.  With the Snow Flower laid to rest, it was finally time.  Thiji turned towards Tsukuyomi, but another voice would make itself known beforehand:

“Thiji!” cried a tearful Nora.  “Don’t you dare think this marks the end of your career!  There’s gonna be A LOT of ideas I’ll be throwin’ at you when you’re reborn!”

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh – even Tsukuyomi.  But with all said and done, the Goddess called upon Her divine powers, showering the Diamond Emperor in lunar energy.  The light could be seen from as far as the Frozen Sea, and after a long moment of bathing in its luminescence… all went quiet.  The moonlight had faded, the skies returned to normal, and Thiji and Tsukuyomi had vanished.  Seraphina levitated back down to earth, laying a hand upon her mother’s resting place. It was warm, as if her mother’s presence was still evident, responding to her daughter’s touch.

“Rest well, Mother. I promise that Hyoga will be better off than when you left it,” she said with a smile.

With his brother’s ascension now complete, and Koyuki’s own rebirth underway, Horu’s first order as Emperor was to consecrate the Borealis Stadium to allow her sister-in-law the blissful sleep she deserved.  In a year’s time, she would reemerge, ready to rule Hyoga once more as the Great Empress, just like her mother.  Masao was given the charge to protect the holy site in place of the Virgin Snow Courtyard, to which she was more than honored to accept.  Though Hyoga was definitely still well into its golden age, there would still be disreputable types who would aim to take advantage of this succession.  However, their powerful new allies in the Glacierfin extended their reach to beyond the Frozen Shore, and the Kirishinobi would serve as Horu’s personal honor guard.

Sometime later, Thiji began his new immortal life as an infant, per his request.  Mizore happily carried and walked him around the Antarctic Glade, showing him the domain was far vaster than when he originally visited. All who inhabited it witnessed their new lord, and pledged their fealty to him.  While he rested and grew within this new realm, he practiced his newfound abilities through his avatar, which was a simulacrum of what he would look like as a child.  Da Ji had also frequented the Antarctic Glade, accompanying the new Eternal of Ice through her own avatars.  The love she showed for him was adored by Mizore, who was more than happy to allow her passage to and from their realm.  Soon after, he would take his avatar to the mortal world, making his return known to all of Hyoga.  When Koyuki was reborn, she grew another pair of wings, becoming a Seraphim.  After serving her all his mortal life, the time had come for her to serve him – as his beloved Snow Flower Seraphim.  She would gain more specialized powers that complimented her mastery over Floramancy, cementing her place among the Kazahana Pure Branch.

The time had come for the greatest age of Hyoga’s time: The Eternal Age of Iceflowers.

[keeroo92]

Can we have a drabble of how V would react to his s/o getting kidnapped by an over obsessive weirdo (She didnt say anything to him because she thought she could handle it and Nico spills the beans) and when he finds her the dude put her in a wedding dress. (ANDDD I NEED TO STOP WATCHING THE ID CHANNEL!!!) On a side note I am absolutely in love with your writing and portrayal of V!! I love you!!!!!!!💕💕💕💕

Thank you! This was a fun one, and Vergil’s getting his turn soon. Enjoy!

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Shadow tore through the door with ease, her bladed form spinning like a whirlwind of pure fury. V didn’t hesitate, too caught up in his concern to think of his own safety as he dashed through the splintered remains of the entrance. For good reason - no one with good intentions needed to force you to go anywhere with them. You were an excellent judge of character and never passed up the chance to help someone if they needed it. How he loved that about you.

According to Nico, so did someone else.

A blur of blue and black followed in his hurried footsteps as Griffon and Shadow accompanied him deeper into the warehouse. His heart was pounding, palms damp as his panting matched his pace. If any harm had come to you, his vengeance would know no limits. Nor would he ever forgive himself for allowing you to be hurt.

“Yeesh, Shakespeare! You’re gonna give yourself an aneurism if you don’t chill!”

The stale air choked him as he shot a glare at the avian demon. Massive shipping crates caged him in on all sides, a rainbow of steel. Dust motes danced in the thin beams of light descending through filthy skylights and from overly bright fluorescents. 

For days, he’d searched tirelessly. The poet didn’t know who had you or where they took you; his only clue was Nico’s offhand comment about a hooded stranger loitering by your workplace. 

But it was enough. Hours of inquiry and insistence led him here, to this desolate corpse of a building. If you weren’t here, at the very least he’d find a clue. He had to. The alternative, he refused to even imagine.

His eyes scanned the room and searched for any hints. Thick layers of cobwebs and varius odds and ends gathered in every corner. The warehouse was silent, save for his breathing and the flap of Griffon’s powerful wings. At last his gaze found it, a disturbance in the dust. Footprints.

A feral grin twisted his lips as he closed in, feline and avian companions in his wake. The tracks were easy to follow, as if a large mass had been dragged across the area.

Oh.

Oh, how dare they!

A low growl from Shadow broke the silence as he ascended the stairs. With every step, his searing rage grew. By the time he reached the second floor, a towering inferno swirled in his gut. Someone needed to pay for this, and he’d be damned if he didn’t collect on what was owed.

His rage vanished a heartbeat later as he saw a familiar shape cutting through the void. It had to be you, no one else did their hair quite like you did. 

“Keep watch,” the poet commanded, gratified when Shadow and Griffon left his side for a better vantage point.

Dirt and grime coated your exposed arms, partially hidden under thick cables tied in intricate knots. Darkness hid your face and you weren’t moving, likely unconscious. Something about your clothing seemed... off, but it could wait. First things first.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?”

No answer. What if- no, he didn’t dare finish the thought. He sent a pulse of energy through his bond to Griffon, summoning the bird back to his side to help free you.

“What the- why’s she in a wedding dress?”

V tilted his head as the strange silhouette clicked into place. Indeed, a silken bridal gown wrapped around your body and draped in a careful arrangement to cover your undoubtedly bound feet. He froze, stricken by both awe and revulsion. On one hand, even with the cords and the dust, you looked magnificent. On the other, it clearly wasn’t by choice. 

No matter. Shredding the kidnapper could wait.

He gently shifted aside the cloth covering your lips and stroked your cheek, wiping away remnants of tears. Smooth, warm skin met his touch and another layer of his panic dissipated; you were alive. That was always a good place to start.

As long as one lives, one can rise.

“Wake up, angel. I’ve got you,” he murmured, stroking your cheekbone in the rhythmic pattern he knew you loved.

A soft groan rewarded his efforts as your lids twitched. You blinked and for a moment it seemed like you didn’t see him, panic and fear flooding your familiar eyes. Yet the moment passed, and the fear faded, replaced by relief and hope.

“You found me,” you whispered.

“Always. Let’s get you home.”

He and Griffon made quick work of the ties, nimble fingers and sharp talons dancing across the knots until they all fell away. The moment you were free, you lurched forward into his arms.

“I thought- I thought-“

Lean arms cradled you close, rubbing your back as you shook. The silky fabric soothed his frayed nerves even as it filled him with fury. Perhaps it had more to do with having you in his arms than the fabric?

“Come, everyone will want to know you’re alright,” murmured the poet.

A hesitant nod was your response. After another few heartbeats, V pulled away to take your hand and leave, yet instead he froze. His tongue barely fit in his mouth and his chest fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings. The dress… it was even more spectacular with you standing.

An image new to his mind formed; a cloudless sky and flowery field, all your friends and family gathered and waiting. He stood by a pedestal and shuffled his feet as the music began, a soft melody you both loved escorting you to join yourself to him. He couldn’t quite imagine certain details, but he knew seeing you at that moment was more important than anything else. Family always mattered to him, how had he not noticed that he wanted to build one with you?

How have I been so foolish?

“V? What is it?” you asked, shaking him from his musings.

He smiled and stroked your hand, heart too full to find the words. “Later, my angel.”

[shadowthrone-ammanas]

The Ice Queen Chapter 3 of 4: Breaking the Ice

 Hat Kid pressed her hands to her ears. The ringing was giving her a headache and making her feel sick and Vanessa’s words about love and what she’d done today – freeze more of the forest and kill another Subconite – were sickening in an entirely different way. She was just starting to reach the point where she thought she might go crazy when…

“I spend too much time down here, don’t I?” Vanessa said. “I’m supposed to be leaving you done here to suffer alone. How else are you going to learn to behave? So… I must leave. But don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on you soon my love.”

Without the creaking of the wooden floors, Vanessa’s steps weren’t actually that loud. Even with taking her hands off her ears, Hat Kid could barely hear them. The old wooden steps creaked though as Vanessa started ascending them.

Hat Kid waited until she heard the sound of the cellar door shutting before exiting her hiding spot, stiff and slow from the cold and staying still for so long. “Snatcher,” she said, careful to keep her voice low as she ran over to him. “I’m here to rescue you.”

He couldn’t respond of course. Seeing his form so small and frozen was… scary. He was supposed to be big and powerful not… this. He controlled Subcon Forest; he kept Vanessa out, protecting himself and his followers from her insanity. But…

Hat Kid didn’t have time to worry about that she had to find a way to get Snatcher out of the ice. She glanced around, hoping to spot a torch or something similar but… even if she had a way to light a fire melting the ice would probably take too long, right? Vanessa could come back at any moment, meaning the faster Hat Kid could get rid of the ice, the better. Which left her with really only one option, right?

“Um… I hope this doesn’t hurt you too much,” she said as she pulled out her umbrella. “It’s the fastest way I can think to break the ice though so… sorry in advance.” If she were taller, she maybe could’ve gotten away with swinging at the ice chains and letting the fall break the ice encasing Snatcher but she wasn’t tall and didn’t have time to get a footstool so…

She pulled the umbrella back and took a deep breath before hitting Snatcher with it as hard as she could, as close to his center as she could get the umbrella to reach while still also getting a solid hit. The ice cracked both audibly and visibly but remained. So, she hit him again, just as hard. The crack grew bigger and a bit wider. One more good swing and… the ice shattered!

Snatcher fell forward, landing face down on the ground in front of Hat Kid. He started shuddering almost immediately, from cold, relief, fear, or a mix of the three Hat Kid wasn’t sure. He was mumbling something too, hard to make out at first but growing clearer as kept repeating it. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Hat Kid had never heard so much desperate relief in a person’s voice before. It was almost scary in a way; no one should ever have to be that desperately relieved and grateful. She reached out a hand to touch him, to offer whatever comfort she could, but before making contact his hand shot up to grasp her wrist, squeezing tight enough to almost hurt.

“Kid,” he said, raising his head to look at her. “I don’t know why you’re here but I never thought I’d be so happy to see you. And gosh your so warm.” He let go of her wrist so he could hug her. It wasn’t the kind of hug one would normally giver their rescuer, or any person for that matter, more like the way one would hug a fluffy blanket fresh from the drier for warmth. But Hat Kid didn’t mind even if his form was far colder than usual and her arms being pinned to her sides wasn’t the most comfortable thing. And the way he coiled up on himself and around her would’ve been a bit scary if he were his normal size.

Within seconds, his shivers eased considerably, quickly becoming a slight tremor. He was silent for a second or two longer before speaking. “Now, do whatever it is you do to get back to your ship and get us out of here.”

If only she could but… “I can’t beam us back up to the ship while we’re indoors.” Especially since they were also underground.

He paused, silent for a few seconds before shifting so that only his lower half was wrapped around her like a snake. Or a noodle, though now probably wasn’t a good time to be thinking about him being a noodle ghost. He looked down at her, grimacing. “Please tell me the cellar doors are unlocked and you just came from the stairs because you knew that bitch was probably down here.”

If only, though considering that’s how she’d been planning to get in, it was possibly for the best. Barraging in on Vanessa would’ve potentially turned out very bad. “Uh… they’re frozen shut. I came in through the window in the attic.”

He groaned in distress, a sound she’d never heard from him before and never would’ve thought could he could make. “I need out of here kid, I can’t…” he trailed off with another groan as he lifted his hands to press on either side of his head and coiled tighter around her, almost making it hard to breath.

“We’ll get out, it’ll be okay.” Hat Kid did her best to give him an encouraging smile. She would’ve patted him too but her arms were still trapped at her sides. “We can either sneak up to the attic and get out through the window I already broke. Or we can sneak up to the first floor and break a window there and hope we can get out and beamed back up to the ship before your crazy ex catches us.”

Which was more dangerous? As soon as they were outside, they’d be safe, assuming she had her phone out and ready to press the button to beam them back up to the ship. But breaking a window would surely draw Vanessa’s attention, could they get a hole in the window big enough that they could both fit through – and hopefully not cut themselves too bad – and actually get through it before she caught them? On the other hand though, exiting through the attic window would mean they’d have to stealth through the whole manor. Hat Kid could do it on her own but could Snatcher?

“Can you get any smaller?” she asked. “So, it’s easier for you to hide and be stealthy?”

“Without power, no.” … Implying he either had no none or very close to it.

“Oh, yeah… this is my fault, huh? I’m sorry.”

“What? How is this your fault?”

“Uh… a Subconite told me what happened. After fighting me you were all worn out so when your crazy ex attacked you couldn’t defend yourself.” Given what she knew about the after effects of the rainbow potions, she should’ve known how weak he’d be but… she’d just been so caught up in the excitement of the fight and the reward she’d gotten for it. “If I had known I could’ve brought you up to my ship so you could rest in the pillow pool so this wouldn’t have…”

“Shut up kid,” Snatcher interrupted. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just want out. Let’s… try to be sneaky. Unless she’s on the top floor or left the manor entirely, with how quiet this place is, she’ll hear the window break and… I don’t want to risk that.”

“All right.” Hat Kid nodded. “I’ve done that before so I know some good hiding spots.” Would Snatcher fit in them though? Well, he was much smaller now and his form wasn’t exactly the most solid of things so he could probably squeeze if he had to. “It’ll be okay.”

Despite his eagerness to get out, Snatcher didn’t move right away. Instead he was silent for a few seconds before speaking. “Look kid, I know you’re tough, you’ve certainly proven that time and time again but if she hits you with one of her ice blasts, you’re a goner for sure so… if we have an encounter with her don’t get hit.”

“Understood. I’m good at dodging though and all your Death Wish contracts helped me get even better at it. But… is she like you? Can I hit her as she is now? Or do I need to do something special first? You know, just case I have to fight her.” Part of Hat Kid hoped for such an encounter. After what Vanessa did to Snatcher and the forest as well as how afraid Hat Kid had been when she’d been up here the first time, beating her up would feel good. And that was something she was good at; she’d beaten Snatcher himself at his absolute strongest after all – which had led to this but she would rather not dwell on that.

“She’s technically still alive… I think. I’m not really sure anymore. But I doubt physical attacks will do much to her anyway so I suggest avoiding that scenario at all costs.”

“Would hitting her with one of your blue potions make her vulnerable to my umbrella?” Hat Kid wasn’t sure why it worked with him but it did so… why wouldn’t it work with other beings normally not affected much by physical attacks too? “And if you have another rainbow potion too, I could take that and get all fast and powerful and beat her up no problem.” It probably wasn’t healthy but she’d always wanted to try one of the rainbow potions. What was it like to be made so much stronger and faster even if it did come with some bloodthirstiness?

Snatcher thought for a few seconds before answering. “The blue potion might work on her, I… don’t know though. I could maybe create a few with what little power I have. The EX potion though, I have to brew those myself and can only make one at a time and they take a while to brew so I don’t have a store of them anywhere to summon.”

“Oh. Well… blue potion it is then.” Hopefully they wouldn’t need to try it and hopefully if they did it would work. “I’ll be counting on you to douse her with it if we get in a fight.”

“Yeah okay, let’s get out of here now.” Snatcher squeezed her tight before uncoiling himself to float next to her. Doing so seemed to bring back his shivers so Hat Kid took his hand. Without acknowledging it, he squeezed back.

“Before we go though,” Hat Kid said, “she called you ‘Luke’ several times so is that your…”

“Don’t call me that,” Snatcher interrupted, glaring at her. “If you must know, my real name is ‘Lukas’. ‘Luke’ is what she calls me and I do not like it.” That was understandable.

“Okay. Lukas is a good name though, I like it.” Hat Kid would have to tell him her real name later in return because right now probably wasn’t a good time for it.

“Whatever, let’s… get out of here now please.”

Snatcher led the way around the corner and up the cellar stairs. He paused at the door though, his free hand hovering just over the doorknob. He was afraid.

Hat Kid lightly pulled him out of the way so she could press her ear to the door, holding her breath so she could listen. She couldn’t hear anything. She switched to peeking through the lock and lowering herself to peek through the gap below the door.

“I think the coast is clear,” she whispered as she straightened. She opened the door as quietly as possible and just enough for them to squeeze through.

The hallway was indeed clear, thank goodness. But almost as soon as Hat Kid had that thought, a creak came from down the hall in the direction of the stairs. Hat Kid grabbed Snatcher’s hand again and rushed across the hall into the music room, pulling him with her.

The piano was still busted from last time she’d been here, making one less viable hiding spot in the room. But Hat Kid wasn’t interested in hiding in here anyway. She went straight to the kitchen to, ready to bolt back if need be. But the sound of Vanessa’s footsteps went right by. So Hat Kid dragged Snatcher over to the door leading out to the hall.

“Let’s go,” she whispered once she was sure Vanessa had passed.

“Are you insane kid?” Snatcher replied, also whispering. Hat Kid hadn’t known his voice could actually get that quiet. “She’s out there, she’ll see us.”

“Her back is to us and she’s going down the hall. If we’re fast enough, we can sprint up to the attic and not have to deal with her at all.” With time running out, Hat Kid didn’t give him any chance to reply before opening the door and dragging him out. He pulled back but being a light weight ghost floating in the air and lacking power, it wasn’t hard to force him out anyway.

Thankfully, Vanessa’s back was indeed turned towards them as she continued down the hall, her presence making Hat Kid’s ears ring again. What she was doing and where she was going didn’t matter as long as she didn’t turn around. Moving as fast as she could while still tiptoeing, Hat Kid went down the hall the opposite way, towards the stairs, pulling Snatcher along by his hand. The stairs creaked a bit as she stepped on them but no sound came from down the hall to indicate that Vanessa had heard.

At the top of the stairs, Hat Kid let out a small sigh of relief. They were far from out of the woods but they were one floor closer and they knew where Vanessa was, meaning they didn’t have to worry about running into her while they moved forward. … Maybe, last time Hat Kid had been here, Vanessa had seemed to somehow get ahead of her multiple times. But that was when she’d been aware of an intruder in her house. She was just doing her normal rounds or whatever now so it would probably be fine… hopefully anyway.

“It’ll be okay,” Hat Kid whispered to Snatcher because he looked scared and was squeezing her hand hard enough to hurt. He had every right to be scared. “We’re going to get out and then everything’s going to be all right again.”

He grunted in reply, suddenly trying to mask his fear with a scowl and doing so poorly – in part because his grip on her hand didn’t loosen even a little bit. At least his pride was still intact, Vanessa hadn’t broken him.

They started moving again, going slower than Hat Kid would’ve liked but as fast they could go while still be stealthy. Really the only solace was that Snatcher wouldn’t be making any creaking as he wasn’t stepping on the floorboards at all and Hat Kid was just a kid, thus light weight enough that the creaking her steps made wasn’t too bad.

They were a quarter of the way down the hall when a loud angry screech that seemed to shake the very foundations of the manor froze them in their tracks.

“T-that’s her, she knows,” Snatcher said, his voice shaking with fear.

Instead of replying, Hat Kid took off running, pulling him with her. She wasn’t fast though, not without the sprint hat or time stop hat. She’d never realized just how much she’d taken them for granted until now. From here with the use of either, but especially the latter, she could’ve almost guaranteed a safe escape. Stupid Vanessa and her stupid whatever it was that made the hats unusable.

They were just nearing the end of the hall and the next flight of stairs when, “He’s mine,” came from behind them. Vanessa could apparently move very fast when she wanted to.

Possibly against her better judgment, Hat Kid glanced back, just in time to see an ice bolt headed right for her. She had to throw herself to the left to dodge it, remembering just in time to yank on Snatcher’s hand hard enough to make sure he got of the way too.

They hit the wall right next to a door. Hat Kid scrambled to open it and get inside, slamming it shut just in time to block another bolt of ice. It was the master bedroom, if Hat Kid remembered correctly the other door to the side led to a kid’s room type area and that had a door back out into the hallway. Meaning, they at least weren’t cornered. They’d still only brought a little time but it was better than nothing. So running away was still an option even if their chances of getting away were lower now. But regardless of that…

“I’m tired of this pecking bullshit.” Hat Kid was frustrated. She was done with being afraid and done letting Vanessa walk all over her and her friends. “I’m going to go out there and show her what’s what. You,” she directed at Snatcher, yanking her hand out of his because he didn’t want to let go, “circle around behind her through the nursery and hit her with a blue potion while I keep her distracted.”

“Kid, wrong with you? We can’t fight her,” Snatcher protested. “We should run.”

Hat Kid ignored him, forcing the door open against the ice now on the other side. He’d help her and throw the potion, he just had to be left with no other choice.

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[ingoldentent]

Happy New Year, Spirale!

Very soon, it will be 12:00 at night. In other words, 24:00.

When you think about it, isn’t 24:00 a strange time? ...It can be called 24:00, and it can also be called 00:00. It’s the hour at the culmination of the previous day, ...and at the same time, it is hour zero as the next day begins.

And tonight, that time would be even stranger, for it’s almost 24:00 of December 31st, 2019. But when that time comes, it won’t be December, or 2019, anymore. It’ll be 00:00 of Januray 1st, 2020. The next day, the next year, the next decade are about to begin.

When there is only about 5 minutes left to midnight, a small cloud of golden butterflies can be seen flying up to the sky. For most citizens, the identity of the one creating them should be at least superficially familiar.

In a seamless manner, Battler Ushiromiya materializes himself up in the skies of Spirale City. On his hands, he carries a microphone, and to his sides, Beatrice’s iconic shoulder towers float up - however, rather than artillery, they only carry a bunch of sound boxes in them.

“Goooood evening, people of Spirale!!” He shouts, the sound boxes making it so the whole city should be able of hearing him. From the height he is, though, it shouldn’t carry that obnoxiously loud sound microphones might produce when turned on.

“I hope you’re all ready to end 2019 with a bang! ...Dang, what a year this was, huh? We got to experience life as ‘normal’ humans in a ‘normal’ city...” He makes air quotes at those words. “We dealt with an asshole cat god and his balloons, we saw the world end and turn into a fantasy MMORPG, we had a summer festival, we were given some chill time at a happy dream world, we faced ever changing apocalypses, we had a winter festival and we even had an episode of musical bodies!”

Whew, that truly was a lot. And this is only considering the major city developments. Who knows what sorts of plots and changes the people here went through, be it for better or worse? Battler knows his own, and everyone else knows theirs.

“...Now, I know what some of you might be thinking right now. ‘All of that in a year? That was hell! And next year there will be only more hell!’ And honestly, I don’t blame at all the people who hate this place. Heck, I’ve my fair share of complaints about Spirale too! But unfortunately, the power to leave this place is beyond everyone here, which means that we can only count on ourselves and each other to survive here.”

“...So rely on each other. Don’t try keeping your burdens to yourselves. Make it so, in this upcoming year, you strive to become better people than you are today. If you can’t do it by the end of next year, it’s ok. Your efforts are worthy by themselves. But we, as Humans and Witches and demons and ghosts and robots and Pokémon and whatever other species that lives on this island, can do much more when we work together. We can surpass any pain together. ...I believe in all of you. And I hope you’ll believe in yourselves and each other.”

A couple seconds of silence later... “Buuut enough of me giving out pep talks! It’s almost midnight, and there is one thing that I know you’re all anxious for!” He looks at his wristwatch. Yup, it’s 23:59. “Time to start the festivities! Soundboxes...” He snaps his fingers. “ON!”

Upon his words, an upbeat melody would begin playing at exactly 47 seconds before midnight. This is the only sound the following firework show will generate, for there is no need to create loud explosions sounds tonight.

It begins with what seems like gentle ripples in the sky. To the beat of the song, as if the sky was one of those soundboards with colored bars, several small wave patterns begin to spread in the sky, of all different colors imaginable.

The first bell sound plays, and with that the first firework proper illuminates in the sky. The waves’ intensity increases, as more beats are added up in the song. And once what seems to be the main melody kicks in, fireworks of numbers begin to appear in the sky, marking the final seconds of the decade, with each number being bigger than the last.

10... 9... 8...

7... 6...

5... 4...

3...

2...

1...

“<HAPPY NEW YEAAAAAR!!!!>”

Several fireworks appear at once. They spell, in quite legible numbers...

‘2020′.

That is it! The old year is officially over! But this party... is only beginning.

As more fireworks begin to pop in the sky, in a beautiful spectacle of colors, golden butterflies begin dropping down on the streets. Soon they coalesce... into animals? Well, not real animals. They are animals made of firework, you could say. And not just animals. From humanoid figures to silhouettes resembling inanimate objects, several firework beings roamed the streets of Spirale, with one goal and one goal only...

Dance to the kickass beat of the 1:14 mark in the song!!

And the citizens don’t have to stand still. On the contrary, the firework folks, with all their bright colors and cheerful disposition, invite folks to dance alongside them, although they won’t force anyone to follow along. Some prefer staying quiet, that is fair.

The show in the sky isn’t lacking either. Fireworks keep popping up, now far more than just spark shaped. Some shapes begin to form, at first simple geometrical patterns like triangles and circles and squares, then a bit more complex stuff like hearts and stars.

They get progressively more detailed, so by now you get photorealistic roses and butterflies and cookies. You’ve got dogs and cats and birds and rats. There are even faces of some citizens Battler is familiar with in the sky! Obviously he doesn’t know everyone in the city, so not everyone is there, and some people wouldn’t authorize their faces to be exhibited like this, but if you wouldn’t mind having the whole city see your face... maybe you’re there!

Once 2 minutes and 11 seconds have passed, the firework entities begin changing their dancing style. Alongside that, two noodle like streams of firework energy begin to sprout from Battler’s arms. It’s a number he actually pulled off last year, but in a much bigger scale, due to the much bigger crowd, plus a couple tweaks here and there at the presentation.

The streams fall close to ground level, then proceed to gain details. They’re two Chinese dragons, one golden with red details, the other silver with blue details. At first, the dragons float around the streets in a slow pace, simply bobbing to the song’s beat. In their trail, smaller fireworks appear and come to life, bobbing along to the beat.

At the return of the main melody at the 2:39 mark, their movements become faster, as they release harmless fire from their mouths. They zig zag the streets in astonishing speed, yet with enough precision and speed not to hit a single person at the crowd. They form beautiful patterns with their flight trail, which lasts a few seconds after their passage.

They also come close to each other, and with the same grace as usual, they dodge each other with absolute perfection. It’s a harmonic dance, one that keeps speeding up as the song’s momentum increases.

At 3:06, they ascend to the sky. Without the risk at hitting people, they take on more complex, riskier patterns in their flight, forming knots and untangling, passing by firework rings, forming rings with their own fire for each other to pass by.

And once the violin hits its climatic notes, they ascend higher and higher in the sky, flying in perfect parallel to each other. A trail of gold and silver dust falls gently over the city during this flight. And at 3:20...

They burst on each other, all by the sorcerer’s command. For a brief moment, it’s as if the sun has emerged prematurely - a sun that shines with its light decomposed into all the colors of the rainbow, that is. Once the night sky returns to normal, there are still fireworks appearing, but their frequency is diminished, as per the less frequent song beat. The firework beings also seem to act slower and slower... By 3:54, they are immobile.

And then we return to the initial soundboard like colored ripples in the sky. As this phase occurs, a change begins to occur to the firework beings. See, he feels like he should make this presentation more tone fitting to 2020 specifically. He isn’t a clairvoyant, though, so he has to work with things that are absolutely certain about this new year.

And after pondering a lot about this during the show’s planning phase, one simple solution came to mind - it’s the Year of the Rat! Therefore, now every single firework being has been turned... into firework rats!! Rats of all sizes and colors are now standing at the streets of Spirale City...

The hard beat soon returns at 4:22, and at the signal, all the firework rats begin doing the crab rave dance, to the energetic tone permeating the city. Once again, the citizens are invited to join their ranks, perhaps to pull off innovative dance numbers of their own!

Their dance goes on a crescendo as the main melody returns, jumping and squeaking happily in a rat parade in the streets. There is now colored lighting of unseen sources bathing the streets, making them look like a rave. They don’t flash, though. No need to cause epileptic attacks with this. They calm down a bit by 5:03, just bobbing in place to the tune as the next part of the show begins.

By 5:30, normal fireworks appear once again in the sky. This time, besides repeating the pattern of simple sparks to simple figures and then those figures growing in complexity, there is an abundance of rat fireworks. Besides realistic looking rats, there are also fireworks of Pokémon that look like fireworks, creatures that he has seen during his time back in the old city (sorry, Morpeko, that excludes you).

Golden butterflies go around the streets providing people with glowsticks. They should disappear once this party is over, but until then, the citizens can keep up with the rave mood. For those who want it, the golden butterflies can also turn into those discardable water cups, or in glasses of champagne. Again, they should all disappear once the party is over. He is an ecofriendly witch, after all!

The song hits the 6:27 mark, and with that the rats turn back into a more varied range of firework beings. Now, Battler summons two orbs on his hands, one of dark energy and one of light energy. He combines the two, and the result is something akin to one of those disco globes.

The globe is covered in a checkered pattern. From the white squares, rays of white light fall down the city, and from the black squares, a veil of darkness covers it instead. Just like in disco, the globe spins around slowly, intercalating the areas covered in light or darkness. It creates the perfect environment to keep everyone’s spirits up and dancing while the show keeps going.

At last, it is time for the grand finale. At the 6:55 mark, the firework entities dissolve into golden butterflies, which then proceed to move towards the city’s center. They fly en masse, under the growing beat of the song, all concentrating at the hole. A couple stay around the streets, glowing with colors that change to the beat, but the big bulk is now hovering above the central hole.

The fireworks continue to pop on the sky during this mass migration. For those too far from the hole to see it in person, the remaining butterflies tune closeby TVs into showing the proceedings. Once enough butterflies are concentrated over the hole, they begin flying up in an ascending spiral, while a pillar of golden light begins to form inside said spiral.

Soon, the butterflies’ spiral reach Battler’s height, which means he is now also inside the pillar of light. Just in time, as the 7:22 cue comes, causing the butterflies’ flight pattern to change from a simple ascension to a wave-like up and down beat. The light pillar reaches the globe, intensifying its pattern spread so that, rather than a slow spin, it’s now switching each tile from light to dark to light according to the song’s beat.

All of these lights are probably a bit too dizzy for some citizens, so he diminishes their intensity for everyone’s comfort. All except the pillar of light, which is now oscillating itself like a sound record being played live. Meanwhile, the fireworks become bigger and bigger in their size, showing even more complex images like famous landscapes of the city, like the Beach, Savior’s Respite, the main Fibonacci buildings and the Lake of Koi.

As the song hits its climax once again, the fireworks coalesce into even bigger pictures, until, at last, there is a full upside down replica of Spirale City made entirely of fireworks over the real deal. The light pillar and the butterfly spiral, on the other hand, are vibrating frenetically, about to collapse into nothingness at any moment...!

And then... they do. At 7:36, the globe stops spinning. The firework city is undone, turning instead into a firework cascade that gently falls over the citizens, but it dissolves high enough that it has no chance at hurting anyone. Likewise, the light pillar and the butterflies combine into a wave of magical energy that spreads throughout the city, with no other effect besides being bright and pretty.

The cascade’s beautiful colors, whose spectrum covers beyond the expected in the rainbow, is truly magnificent. And when combined with the magical wave... it’s like the whole city has, for a single moment, been transported to an otherworldly place, where magic and fantasy reign supreme.

By the 8:11 mark, the music attempts to build itself up once again, but Battler is cutting its energetic attempts short. All remaining butterflies in the city are called back to his body, and all the water cups, all the champagne glasses, all the glow sticks begin turning back into golden butterflies, providing the city with a final beautiful image of the golden butterflies flying up in the sky.

The flight of the butterflies is marked by the constant beat of the song, just like the soundboard ripples in the sky do. Those who still have some energy left in them might keep dancing, thinking that perhaps there will be yet another number that Battler will pull for this show.

And yet... the song ends. In an instant, the butterflies, the cascade, any trait of the magical firework show disappear. And with it, the Endless Sorcerer brings an end to the spectacle. ...What an ironic thing, no?