#and cry because her nails ruined her book

[lexithwrites]

some headcanons for the ladies of the fandom, and no this isn't gonna follow canon, they're all a little gay at the least, so cry about it x

dorlene,,my loves, i feel like they met at a gig honestly, marlene is very tomboy/grunge and loves going by herself to bars and pubs where some local band is playing and she's a bit awkward on her own but once she has a drink and sees a pretty girl she's a lot more chill and confident

then she meets dorcas and she's fucked, so so fucked

dorcas is my goth queen, long black dress, buckled harness across her chest, sharp black nails, dark makeup and so much jewellery and marlene cant stop staring at her

she didnt think she liked goth chicks that much but FUCK this woman is a goddess, and shes tall,,,marlene is a sucker for taller women

shes so nervous trying to chat her up because dorcas' voice is like velvet, its so soothing and melodic and marlene thinks she might orgasm just from talking to her, and dorcas TOUCHES when she talks to you she's touching her arm and running a hand down her back and telling marlene she looks hot and marlene is so red

but they do exchange numbers and talk for days before marlene finally has the guts to ask her out and dorcas takes her to this restaurant and honestly they spend the entire night together walking around and talking and they go to marlene's and do makeout but nothing further, dorcas is also my demi queen and marlene is probably shaking with nerves lmao

also i feel like when marlene introduces her to the group they're all starstruck by dorcas too, dorcas is like the hottest woman they've all seen and dont know how marlene's nerdy ass pulled her but are so proud and happy

plus dorcas is the sweetest most gentle woman, she's so caring and attentive and pays so much attention to what someones saying to her, she remembers everything

also her and lily? besties, they're both into the same shows and they're both book lovers and talk for ages about fanfiction hehe

speaking of, my girl lily, she's basically walked out of the 70's and i love her for it

all flares and tie dye shirts, long, bright red hair and crazy bright makeup, her favourite colour is yellow and she loves flowers and summer and UGH okay

she loves 70's rock too, i feel like she kinda hides it a little but her and sirius bond over it very quickly

her entire apartment is very boho and there's lots of incense and candles and yes, shes a stoner, shes cool

very bisexual but basically only wants to date women as her experience with men (past a fling with james when they were teenagers) has been bad so she goes on a lot of dates with women to try something new and they didnt really work out past a few dates but she's hopeful

then one night she's getting drunk and a lil high with mary and she realises how pretty mary is, how soft her skin is, how fluffy her hair looks and suddenly they're really close and woah her lips are so plump and taste like strawberry wtf

i feel like her and mary hooked up once and got so nervous that they ruined their friendship that they didnt talk for a week until remus begged them too because he hates his two closest friends not speaking

when they do talk mary tells lily that she's had the biggest crush on her for so long but she didnt know how to say anything because lily had dated other people in that time and lily just feels her heart sore because oh,,,oh

mary is the sweetest girl, okay, she's precious and honestly its because of trauma and just her resilience to it thats kept her so loving and sweet, she deserves a fiery girlfriend like lily

mary has a big family and i'll stand by that, she has like four brothers and three sisters and she's the third eldest so she's taken care of them a lot too

she loves taking lily to her families home and introducing them to her girlfriend and honestly? they adore lily

she's cool and feisty and funny and she clearly makes mary very happy, but her older sisters do have a protective talk with her but they love her, they know she wouldn't hurt her

i feel like mary is a theatre girl too, she loves acting and directing and learning about sound and costume design, she's defo in the universty theatre department and lily is always coming in with a coffee and some lunch incase she forgets to eat, plus it makes mary blush when lily comes in because everyone stares at her

also in the theatre department is none other than xenophilius, a shy, whimsy guy who is dating probably the scariest yet coolest woman ever, miss pandora rosier

her and her brother were always into acting growing up and loved being in plays together, so they're defo in the department too

i feel like pandora loves making costumes and does the makeup for shows she isn't in and evan is a big sound design guy, so they're always backstage together as well as onstage

pandora is whismy goth, her and dorcas bonded over that when they first met in freshers, and she always smells of flowers and cigarettes from her brother

she also wears the TALLEST shoes ever because she's short, i love short panda

and xeno is the tallest lankiest mother fucker okay he's like barty height and so skinny, and he has a shock of white hair and heterochromia eyes and fiddles with his fingers a lot and pandora thinks he's adorable

they talk about true crime together and she reads his palm a lot and he does her tarot reading and its a beautiful, soft, loving relationship

but i feel like they're also a lil freaky,,,maybe some knife play here and there who knows, pandora is a wild card

her and dorcas became friends with the other girls through marlene and after that they're all insperable

they go shopping, smoke weed, hang out in the rosier's pool during the summer, its great

and marlene is the only driver so she takes them to the beach and down to brighton for the weekend so they can go to the gay bars together, its just great

i love my ladies, i hope this meal was filling

[skyrigel]

" It's okay baby, leave him." You grabbed Simon's hand, too big against yours but the effect wasn't, his gaze softened when he met yours, you had seen the murderous glare he gave that man.

" But—"

" he doesn't deserve it babe, c'mon, let's not ruin our date." You hopped on your feet, dragging him with you not that you could but he simply allowed himself, squeezing your hand gently as he leaned to kiss each knuckle.

" You're an angel." Simon smiled, his eyes filled with warmth as he carried the books along.

" and you're my angel ! " You grabbed his collar, pulling him in a kiss, you were almost sure that Simon was going to kill him, but Simon didn't pick up fights, never when you told him not to, he kept out of trouble. Angel

" Ofcourse." Simon peppered, glancing at the other lane but the man who ' accidentally ' grabbed your butt was gone.

—

Simon was reluctant but it has to be done, he took your arm that was wrapped around him and placed it on the pillow, sliding away as his foot touched the cold floor, how much he just wanted to be wrapped in your warmth and smell, you looked extra angelic when you were asleep. He pressed down a kiss on your forehead, sighing deeply.

He didn't like lying to you but you were just too good of a girl, always forgiving, always nice, always angel and these fuckers, they just didn't deserve any of it. He locked the door as he made his way to his workshop, humming along a song you liked very much, thinking about making pancakes for you tommorow.

The workshop was dark with it's steel and iron, he didn't bother to light it up as he pulled a vase aside, revealing a switch he turned up, a creaking noise followed and small space opened down the floor, revealing a steep staircase.

He heard it, his heart relished as he did, the sobbing was like music, Simon descended down the stairs, a smirk plastered to his face

" Hi Bastard" He opened the lights, the man in question squeezed his eyes, his whole body bleeding with ropes too tight against his naked body.

" ple...plea.. please." He croaked, Simon made sure to keep his mouth open because how wonderful it would be to scream and scream and have no one to hear, blood brilliant.

Simon grabbed a nail, placing it between the bruised man's knuckles, he had duct taped his wrist to a table.

" oops." Simon said nonchalantly, as the man screamed with his dry throat, the hammer striking on his middle finger on instead.

" ... please...I be..g " he was howling, Simon shaked his head, looking at the nail that was yet to be penetrated.

" My girl is very soft you know, very sensitive my cupcake." He said, placing sharp edge of the nail on his index finger, looking into his eyes while the man cried back in horror, " I understand that was an accident."

" sorry...so..AHAH ! " He shrieked when the hammer hit the nail, blood splashing out.

" you touched her with these filthy fingers, didn't you ? " Simon sighed, his eyes glinted when the man broke into a cry, big tears mixing with blood as the came down his pathetic face.

" perhaps it was the left hand, don't you think ? " He perked up, the man shaked his head profusely, throat unable to form a scream as Simon shifted his gaze to the left hand, " Oh, you think so too." Simon whispered it down, revealing a box full of nails.

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[herlondonboy]

7:3

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x platonic!reader / Enid Sinclair x platonic reader / Larissa Weems x platonic!reader

Summary: 7 reasons to go, 3 reasons to stay

Warnings: suicide, suicidal thoughts, vent fic I guess, so uh, like bcos I need validation 🫶 pure, unfiltered, angst. (Part two here) (Tagging: @lxtins @allisonsblog @wednesday-l0ver @capryuk @smolgayhooman @elduster because they said they’d read it x)

Word Count: 1.1k

Seven reasons to go, three reasons to stay. It honestly seems like such an easy answer, but if you add a zero onto the end of both numbers it becomes harder. Seventy reasons to go, thirty reasons to stay. You sat atop of this hill, resting your back against the oak tree. Weighing the reasons in your head made the pit in your stomach grow, but it needs to be soon.

1. You have no family.

In a fit of blind rage at eight, you set your house ablaze. The fire started in your parents bedroom where you, your mother and father and your little brother were. Larissa Weems, a family friend, was quick to aid you. She brought you to Nevermore and raised you like her own. It was abnormal for normie families to have Outcast children, but that just meant the Outcast gene laid dormant for a few generations. You didn’t speak to anyone for seven years after the incident.

Though Larissa was the closest thing you had to a family, she wasn’t your family and the kids at school liked to remind you of that.

2. The overwhelming anger.

Your nostrils flared as you watched the boy, whose name you never bothered to learn, called you an orphan for the umpteenth time that day. You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palm until you felt blood rolling down. Pain makes you human, Larissa had said to you. Why wasn’t it working? A wolf pushed you and you struck him with flame covered fist. Your hand was burned onto his face and he hand to live in humiliation with that scar for the rest of his life.

The kids around you immediately dissipated and ran away from you. Then your roommate asked to switch dorms

3. People would finally care.

They don’t care until it’s too late. You knew this now, throwing the noose end of the rope over the highest branch that you could reach. You couldn’t even cry. Why would cry? Crying for the people that never even batted an eyelash at you. For he people that saw your pain and laughed in your face, dancing on what was left of your happiness, hoping to ruin it all for you. You can imagine the people that pushed you to this crying in each other’s arms as your body was lowered into the ground. Who do they think they are?

4. You hurt everyone you touched.

Larissa had pulled you into a hug when you came to her office sobbing. You were hesitant to accept it, but you did in the end. You remember her scream and push you away. It haunted your nightmares every. Single. Night. You looked down at your hands and your eyes widened at the melted fabric on your palms. She told you that it was all right and that she was just shocked, but you didn’t believe her.

You began using weird techniques you’d read about in books from the library; sitting in the kitchen’s walk in freezer for as long as you could, taking ice baths, letting your anger out in a controlled environment.

5. The dreams.

Waking up drenched in sweat and covered in a crisp duvet was not your forte. In fact, waking up wasn’t your forte. Your family coming back from the dead to berate you, blame you. They wanted to kill you back. Your brother showing you what could’ve been, what would’ve been, what should’ve been him. A dashing you man, your mother had said before casting her eyes over you in disgust. You wanted to apologise, but that didn’t deserve it. They should have to beg you for forgiveness. The world should have to beg you for your forgiveness. And it would have if you really wanted it to. You had the power to burn the world to ash.

6. You’d stop being a burden.

Larissa Weems already had a whole school of children to deal with. And, though she didn’t say it, you knew having you in her office for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was bothering her. You didn’t want to admit it, but you grew to like her presence, so instead of staying cooped up in your room, you stayed cooped up in her office. You’d get short, curt answers when asking something and you took that as a hint.

7. Eternal peace.

You’d be free from all your suffering. You’d be dead, you’d be gone. There’s no analogy for this reason. It’s just a fact. You wanted to be gone, that’s all.

But now the reasons to stay.

1. Your Larissa.

She really was your family. The reason you were still alive right now, but it was proving not to be enough. You just hoped that she didn’t blame herself for this. She had saved you and protected you for as long as she could, but now it was down to you. You had to make a decision and it led to you tightening the rope around the trunk of the tree.

2. The people that liked your company.

You had met Enid Sinclair in your fourth year of solitude since you’d come to Nevermore. She walk talkative and it was nice for the both of you. She liked having someone that listened to her ranting and you liked listening to someone talk to you without belittling your feelings. Then you met Wednesday on your 16th birthday, three years later. She was Enid’s roommate and you were scared that Wednesday was going to take her away from you. But that’s not what happened. Soon in days where you waited for Enid in her dormitory, you found yourself enjoying the silence between you. It wasn’t that Enid’s rambling was annoying, but silence was nice every once in a while. Lastly, you met Eugene. He reminded you of your little brother, predominantly the good parts of him. He was a perfect mix of Wednesday and Enid. You loved hearing about his bees and how his mom’s were doing. You adored reading books with him in the library. He helped you get over your fear of yourself.

3. Life.

Sure, you hated life. But there were fun times like when you were five, on your father’s shoulders as he ran through the forest by Nevermore. Or on your fifteen birthday when Enid and Larissa threw you a surprise party in your dorm where’re the three of you danced the night away. Not to mention when you made Eugene laugh. A smile graced your face the whole day after hearing him cackle at a note you gifted to him. Even if it go you kicked out from the library.

It was moments like that that you craved.

But you didn’t get much more because here you were, standing on a stool as you put your head through the noose. Just as you strained to kick the stool away, you heard a scream.

“No!” They said, but it was too late.

Wednesday was too late.

[chronic-escapixt]

His Rose ~ Part 4

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, murder, abuse, trauma, dubcon, CNC, smut, daddy kink, dom!kai, p in v, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, age gap, unhealthy!dom/sub dynamics, dacryphilia, fingering, biting, choking, innocence kink, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, safe word, aftercare, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.7k

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Their hips rolled together, breathy moans and vocal praises tickling her ear as her nails scraped down his back. Kai would work her over for hours with unyielding stamina until the ecstasy of their cumulative passions mellowed her into post-sex bliss and utter exhaustion. She’d snore softly after drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat while he’d stay up and watch her breathing slow and her body snuggle into his chest for warmth. Completely vulnerable, too easy to wrap his arm around her little neck and squeeze the life out of her but Kai resisted those intrusive thoughts only because for his plans, he needed her alive.

He had her trust by playing the “nice guy”. Sure, it was boringly cliché and there was only so much that vanilla sex would do to satisfy his darker urges but he’d be whatever she wanted if it got him out of this hell hole by the next eclipse.

Rose lost track of where she ended and Kai began, his possessive hands always on her body. Following her around like a lost puppy before pulling her close and resting his head on her shoulder, his unspoken way of telling her to hurry up so they could get back to spooning. If they were in the car, he drove with his left hand while his right slipped under the hem of her skirt, fingertips tapping rhythmically on her inner thigh until it drove her crazy. And he loved to grab her ass, enjoying the adorable squeals that escaped her when she was caught off guard.

All alone in the bathroom, she reclined back in the tub, steamy suds relaxing every aching muscle he gave her. She felt naked without him on her body, yet cherished the short periods of privacy she could carve out for herself.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Yes, Kai…” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t get too annoyed. He usually came knocking after 20 minutes but this time, at least half an hour passed before his impatience got the best of him.

“Rosyyy… are you almost done? You’ve been in there foreverrr…” he whined through the door.

“I’ll be out soon,” she sighed, sinking deeper into the water.

He groaned dramatically, hesitating before retreating to her room to wait. Plopping down on the bed, he immediately took notice of a dark leatherbound book peeking out from under her pillow. Did she have a secret grimoire, perhaps she was planning to cross him after all and wasn’t as clueless as she seemed? He flipped through the pages, but there weren’t any Latin incantations, just dates and little entries.

He read the first line that caught his eye:

The first time he fucked me, I knew he was holding back, so afraid he’d break me but I was too afraid to let him know I loved the pain.

“No fucking way...” This was too good to be true, just to be sure, he flipped to the end where he found her frilly signature. With confirmation, he eagerly read another passage.

I want him to ruin me. Split me on his cock until I cry and push him away then choke me and fuck into me harder, push my face down and suffocate my sobs in my pillow. I wanna be reminded exactly who I belong to.

Her confessions became more depraved with visceral descriptions of her needs, filthy fantasies contrasting with the adorable way she curled her letters and dotted her I’s with little hearts. He was so focused that he didn’t notice her come in.

“Hey, give me that!” He got up and blocked her attempts to reach her journal with one hand while he read on. “Kai, stop it. You’re invading my privacy!” She bleated. his eyes flashed to her with a stifled laugh.

“Relax, Rosy… you’re the one who left your diary open on the bed. I just came in here to wait for you and I almost sat on it. When I looked down, let’s just say some of the things you wrote were… enlightening.”

Shame broiled her face and tightened her throat but maybe she could lie her way out of this, “I-It’s not mine… I found it…” She squeaked. His brow raised, clearly not buying it. An exasperated sigh left her. "Just give it back, Kai… I need to get dressed because I have laundry to do and I have to start the marinade for the-"

He snapped the book shut, reached out and squished her hot cheeks in his hold, wrenching her face upwards to meet his burning gaze. “Look at me.” Instantly she obeyed, the sudden base in his voice sending a pulse directly to her needy cunt. “Guess what? I know all your little secrets, and you're not going anywhere until you tell me everything. Every kink, every need, I wanna hear it all from your pretty lips.”

In one motion, he released her, ripping the towel from her dripping body, her back hitting the mattress with little effort. His hand snaked up her thigh, fingers meeting her clit, drawing little moans as he rubbed out slow figure 8s.

“I-I didn’t-”

“Don’t deny it.” Two fingers slipped inside her while his eyes returned to the page, flipping through until he found what he was looking for. “... It says here, you want me to ruin you. What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t k-”

Kai grunted and bit down on her earlobe, hard enough to shock her and elicite a ragged whimper from the back of her throat. He released it and growled, “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll flip you over and make your pretty ass all red..” He loved the way that made her quiver, “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?” His warm minty breath fanned across her cheek.

She bit her lip and looked away, so he pinched her clit until she cried out her response, “YES, I’D LIKE THAT!”

“Mm, that’s my kinky girl. Now answer the first question."

“… I-I want you to be rough w-with me,” she stuttered in a small voice.

“Tell me how..”

Rose swallowed down her last bit of pride. “I- I want.. want you to use me… push me to my knees and f-fuck my throat… bend me over and rail me so hard I can’t think straight… want you to pull my hair and bite my shoulder when you.. cum inside m-me...” She continued until he gave a satisfied hum.

“Good girl, see how easy that was?” He cooed, moving to release her hair from its loose bun, allowing the caramel tendrils to messily fall around her face. The sudden tenderness made her dizzy.

He pumped in and out while rolling her clit between his fingers, drawing out one confession after another until her lips parted, eyes blown wide as he dangled her between pleasure and desperation, so tempted to grind her hips and take it, ride his hand to her heart’s content, yet too afraid of the punishment he’d inflict on her if she dared. Arousal soaked the sheets beneath her thighs, he had her right where he wanted her.

“There’s one more thing, isn’t there?” His lips formed a cocky smirk.

“huh…?” She uttered, too overwhelmed to understand.

“C'mon, you know what you want... to be overpowered, held down and punished when you try to struggle… I’d make you take it all at once and you couldn’t do anything to stop me,” he summarized smugly, licking his lips.

“Oh god, you read that part too..” The embarrassment made her want to recoil and disappear in the mattress, her hands raised to cover her face.

He yanked her wrists down. “No, none of that, no hiding. I honestly find it impressive you managed to convince me you’re a vanilla angel when you’re really just a perverted slut.”

Her jaw slackened, the shock of his degradating words biting into her. “Kai-”

“Nuh-uh, that’s not my name. What’s my name, Rosy?” Her melted brain buffered as he took to scissoring her walls apart, preparing her. “What’s my name, hmm?.. the name you wrote on every page…”

Just as she realized, he sped up. “..daADDY!” She yelped as her belly tightened violently.

He removed his digits when she clenched down, chuckling at her little whines and whimpers, cruelly denying her another orgasm.

“Damn right I’m your daddy… but if you insist on being treated like a brainless fucktoy, we should have a.. what do you call it?”

“… a s-safe word?” she uttered.

“Exactly that! How about… ‘eclipse’ ? If you want to stop for whatever reason, just say it and that's your way out, understood?”

She nodded her head slowly but he frowned, not satisfied with her lack of response.

He lifted her chin. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes daddy,” she mewled sweetly, making his hard cock swell in his shorts.

“Now that we have that sorted out,” he stuffed his slick covered fingers down her throat, stroking her tongue as she keened at the flavor, “I should let you know I’ve been keeping my own secrets, but you wouldn’t have any idea because I’m not a silly girl who writes them down for anyone to read. I know you hide this part of yourself because you're afraid people will judge you but I don’t. I want to know everything so I can do all those things to you and more that you couldn’t even think up in your dirty little diary...”

He had her flipped on her stomach and raised her hips, her only warning the rattle of his belt before he slammed into her sensitive core, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. It hurt so good the pain tore a ragged cry from her throat as her tiny cunt struggled to take all of him but he didn’t have to pretend he cared anymore because he knew she loved it, evident by the way she leaked down his balls while holding onto the quilted comforter for dear life.

He yanked her up by the base of her hair. “Isn’t this what you wanted, babe?” He husked. Her response, an indiscernible whine. His tongue darted out to taste the tears that already streaked her pretty face. “Aw baby, did I ruin you already? What a shame, I’m just getting started.”

Holding her by the back of the neck granted him more leverage to pull her into each thrust reaching deeper, pounding her gummy cervix. "Fuckkk.." he groaned.

“Daddy, please,” she sobbed out, walls writhing around him, the intensity rendering her with barely enough strength to reach back and splay her fingers across his lower abdomen, arms turned to jelly just before she could try to push at him.

"Stop that. You practically begged for this," he growled, snatching her wrists in one bruising grip while landing two harsh slaps to her right cheek in a show of dominance. She screamed.

Her juices squelched between their bodies but she was too far gone to feel ashamed. “I know you're close... just let go, cum on my cock, baby... just like that," he whispered, breath hitching as she came on command, her little back arching into him by pure instinct as her brain had long gone gooey. He got off on the control. Strong arms linked around her convulsing body as he fucked her through her release while warding off his own, wanting to prolong her torment a little longer.

He let her top half melt into the mattress, her face buried in the pillow while his powerful hands captured her pelvis, continuing the assault on her battered cunt. She pulled at the bedsheets with white knuckles.

“One more… I know you’ve got it in you.. just one more princess, c'mon, wanna’ feel you cum hard this time.” He groaned through clenched teeth, snapping his hips at just the right angle that had her keen with each thrust. Her cunt hugged him like a slippery glove made just for him. Sweat dripped down his brow and gravely moans escaped his lips as she tightened and creamed around him with a muffled cry.

Her glossy eyes fixated on the ceiling as she regulated her breathing, not blinking yet not at all focused. Kai carefully wiped her down with a damp rag. Her silence made him worry that he’d taken it too far. Hurt her. Scared her, so much she’d never let him touch her again- or at worst, refuse to help him leave. He was desperate to know what she was thinking or at the very least hear her voice to ease his mind.

“Hey Rosy..” he reached down and caressed her soft cheek, “Rosalina?” he whispered softly.

She nestled her face into his palm, the corners of her lips raising weakly as she breathed out.

“Thank you, daddy.”

[gojuo]

So condal said there’s no more reason for alicent to try to hold team green together. Didn’t her grandson get brutally murdered a week ago? Wasn’t she the one who dragged Aegon crying and screaming to his coronation and kept yapping about everything that was sacrificed for that throne? She CREATED team green. Team Green are her CHILDREN. I thought she would’ve gone down the path of scheming and obsessing over the safety of her family by securing the throne after Jaehaerys died. I thought that would be the moment where it’s all out war and there’s no more compromise. I would’ve preferred the cliche evil stepmom Alicent to whatever this is bruh i miss my book greens. Heck i miss season 1 greens

the changing of alicent's relationship with her children is one of the worst writing decisions this show has ever made. it is unbelievable how condal & co have chosen to make "le evil patriarchy (which they've abstractified beyond all hell because why in the fuck is this show deepthroating the actual patriarch of society VISERYS this much then??? fucking hell at least understand what patriarchy is first if you want to make use of it in your writing) ruined alicent's life" the central theme to her character & character arc instead of it being karma biting her in the ass bc the kids she did everything for to protect, even going to war for, all died in the end anyway. now we're stuck having to pretend a single mother who raised her children on her own even though their father was living in the same house as them suffers from her sons being patriarchal misogynistic cunts to her ... except, you know, that makes no sense as one son is her favorite and the fallout of their relationship was offscreened so there is no emotional investment at all in this random nonsensical fucking change in the dynamic, and the other son constantly seeks her approval and asks her opinion on everything. oh and daeron is also offscreened and helaena is not allowed to hold a conversation in this show. and somehow i'm supposed to find this change in the character arc more intriguing than the one in the book where she fought tooth and nail to save her children from the inevitable fate that awaited them if rhaenyra became queen ... only to have fate come to pass exactly like that anyway. god this show's view on tragedy SUCKS

[amelia1skyz]

How did Lucifer’s brothers react to their niece and nephew?

Mammon:

- At first he was trying to stay chill and was like "Oh seriously? Cool man" but then when he held lilith for the first time he almost burst out crying

- he loves lilith so much, they play all the time whenever they're together and lilith became a bit of a troublemaker for a while til lucifer told mammon to not influence her badly

- always calls her lily or lil, you will never catch him actually calling her by her actual name

- he also almost burst out crying when he first held hades

- mammon didn't know how to interact with him for a while because hades was very shy and quiet, but they became best friends too after hades warmed up

Leviathan:

- was so surprised when luci and dia announced it, he thought they were joking until they brought lilith out

- unlike mammon he did burst out crying when he held her

- levi is surprised by how energetic and outgoing she is and sometimes he can't handle it

- they love playing games together, lilith is always up to play anything but levi let's her choose so she enjoys herself and they end up playing either princess tycoon for an hour or a scary ass horror game

- sometimes uses her as moral support when he plays horror games cuz she's much braver than him

- he really likes hades because of his quiet and calm demeanour, he can handle it more than liliths energy

-even before hades was fully warmed up to levi he wouldn't mind sitting with him because levi is just as chill

Satan:

- his heart melted as soon as he held lilith same with hades too

- at first he was afraid his anger could hurt them but realized how calm they made him

- always lends lilith books that are to her taste and dosent mind if she returns them sort of ruined, which makes everyone jealous of his soft spot for her cuz if they ruined one of his books war would break out

- he really likes how quiet and calm hades was and he always feels at ease around him

- if the kids are sleeping over or got dropped off at the HOL or the brothers are sleeping in the demon lords castle he always reads them bedtime stories

Asmodeus:

- burst out crying even more than levi to the point he woke lilith up and she started crying too😭

- "so... how did she get here? What had lucifer so angry this time? Or is it something else? Because she seems really loving😏" diavolo smacked asmo's arm playfully and lucifer threatened to never let him see her again

- same with hades, but this time he didn't cry as hard because last time lucifer got kind of angry cuz yk babies once they start crying they never stop

- LOVES to do liliths hair, paint her nails and do skincare and face masks with her, tho he dosent know what to do with hades because he isn't as enthusiastic about these things so he just has hades quietly sitting with them sometimes to listen to asmodeus while he tells stories about lucifer back in the celestial realm

Beelzebub:

- it didn't show but he was so happy for this new addition to the family

- couldn't help but hug lucifer as soon as he told him her name is lilith, he hugged him for like 30 minutes

- tho lilith obviously dosent have the same appetite as him shes always willing to try out new food with him, so when she heard he ate one of the pillars at the demon castle once the next day lucifer found her trying to chew one of the pillars which resulted in lucifer telling beel to be considerate of what he has her try..

- he was very much happy when hades arrived too, but hades used to be terrified of beel after he saw how much he ate and the stuff he's willing to eat that he feared he might swallow him someday😭 he eventually warmed up tho

Belphegor:

- lucifer and diavolo say they've never seen him so wide awake when he first held lilith

- tho he didn't show it alot he was also so happy when he found out her name is lilith

- it felt weird for him to say lilith so frequently and call out to her as he hasn't done it in a while but he got used to it

- also calls her "lily" or "little DD" sometimes because of the way she's so similar to diavolo

- he also LOVES hades, he's sweet and calm, he loves lilith but sometimes he can't handle her energy

- hades warmed up to belphie the fastest bcs when hades used to be too shy to interact with the others he'd notice how much more quiet and calm belphie is and sit with him more

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Jersey 48

Janis 'Imi'ike x sibling!reader(a year younger) + Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George(established r/s)

Warnings: xenophobia, homophobia, coarse language, incest mentions, porn mentions, implied self-harm

In which, reader starts having a hard time at school following a breakup that went bad. Janis is determined to help out her younger sister.

"y/n? Can I come in?" You hear a couple of knocks on your door followed by Janis' question.

"No, go away." You rejected.

"y/n." She says, a soft thud follows. She'd leaned against the wooden door.

"Go away, Janis. I don't know what to say to you."

Janis fiddles with the door handle and saw that the lock wasn't even turned in the direction to indicate that the door was indeed, locked. She quietly opened the door, and it creaks.

"What the fuck, Janis. I told you to leave me alone." You spat harshly and your older sister remains unfazed. She joins you on the floor, where you’d been crying. But you deny it. She could definitely tell, though.

“Stop looking at me like that- I don’t need your pity. I don’t know how to tell you everything.”

“y/n, is this because of Sofia?” Janis took a wild guess and hit the nail right on the head.

“Which part? The forcing me to come out, the getting all of North Shore’s students to turn on me, or the part where she stole my clothes while I was in the locker room shower and humiliated me?” You rambled.

“That bitch.” Janis bit the inside of her cheek, the anger inside her quickly boiling. “Screw her. Regina will destroy her.”

“Stop. I don’t want anyone else getting dragged into this. Especially not your girlfriend.”

“I’m here to protect you. You’re my sister- no one’s getting away with that.”

“You know what’s the worse thing I’ve heard since this whole shit show started?” You scoffed, wiping your tears away. “Go back to your country. Some prick I’ve never even seen in my three years of being in the school said that to me and shoved me into a locker. That is a bloody mind fuck- when you’re already feeling like shit, whatever nonsense you hear, sticks. As if I don’t belong here. I was born here. I know that, but still - I’m sad over that. Over a few words from someone who doesn’t know anything about me.”

“Babe, where the hell…” Regina’s voice made you look up quickly, “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“No, don’t be.” Janis stops her, “I’m gonna need your help with this. y/n what’s his jersey number?”

“How’d you know he was wearing a jersey?” You sniffled.

“Okay…” Regina enters your room despite being a little confused.

“48? I don’t know. He has that blonde streak in his hair.” You exhaled shakily.

“Janis, sweetie. I’m gonna need more than that. Even though I know who you want me to go after.” Regina sat down as well.

“Mr. has-been-held-back-twice was being a racist fuck and got physical with her.” Janis explained simply.

“Fucking Benedict?” Regina scoffs, “Didn’t he-”

“Yes.”

“The blockhead who tou-”

“Yes.” Janis seethed.

“What’d he do to you?”

“Eggs Benedict and little miss Sofia, are in cahoots.” Regina revealed.

“Regina. Enough.” Janis warned. “She needs to know. We can do our best to protect her, but we’ll never be 100% sure.”

“They’re step siblings. And he molested Janis back when we were in middle school.”

“Oh, my God.” You gulped, “Janis, I’m sorry.”

“I punched him. Then, I kicked him in the balls.” Janis shrugged. “I lived, I’m fine.”

“So what? They’re the new king and queen of the school who just prey on people they don’t like?”

“Without bullying, they’re powerless.” Regina explains, “And I have just the thing to bring them down.”

“Should I be scared?” You asked your sister.

“No.” Janis assured, “You’re not gonna get involved.”

“If this is another one of the Burn Books, please don’t do that.”

“That Burn Book was nothing. What I have…it’ll ruin them forever. No one messes with my people and gets away with it.”

“What exactly do you have on them?” Janis asked, curiously.

“Something disgusting.” Regina shrugs, “Anyway, y/n, cry it out, scream, whatever you want..but remember that you have us in your corner and you’ll definitely find someone who loves you for you.”

“Tell me.” Janis arched a brow.

“You want your little sister to hear that those two are basically Sweet Home Alabama-ing?”

Janis’ eyes widened in shock, but she quickly laughs, regaining her composure. “Now I’m curious to know how you found out.”

“The Internet. It’s not like they were hiding it- maybe that’s why the people at school are scared of them. They don’t want to be the next one dragged into their little p-”

“So much for not talking about others behind their backs.” You grabbed a tissue from your nightstand to blow your nose.

“Regina? Stop. That’s enough of that.” Janis interjected, “y/n, did he-”

“No, he didn’t touch me. Sofia tried to kiss me— in public and when I told her I couldn’t, she screamed bloody murder and told everyone in the halls I tried to come onto her.”

Janis scoffs, “That’s what you did, babe.”

“I was in denial and an immature little shit. Now, I’m not.” Regina said.

“What, a bitch? You still are.” Janis replies without hesitation.

Regina squints at your sister, “What I did was wrong, but the difference is this- we had consent. I just said shit to make her embarrassed. She didn’t have consent from you and if we’re gonna get technical, that can be an attempted assault.”

“No it can’t.” You say. “We were dating when it happened. She tried to flip it on me and said that I tried to- I already made it clear to her that I wasn’t okay with PDA and she just-”

“Yes. It. Can.” Regina insists.

“No one’s gonna believe me.”

“Oh, I’ll make them believe you.” Regina stood up, “Trust me, baby. You’re not gonna have to worry about them anymore.”

————

“Where did you get this, Regina?”

“The Internet. Look it up yourself if you don’t believe me- they’re very well-known on that side of it.” The blonde shrugs.

“Janis?”

“Sofia Swanson tried to kiss my sister against her will. Can you tell me that’s not an attempted sexual assault? She’s gotten many people in the school to call my sister nasty names, homophobic slurs, jocks telling her to ‘go back to her country’ when she clearly belongs in this one.”

“Those are very serious allegations, Ms. ‘Imi’ike.”

“If you don’t believe me, believe my sister.” Janis sighs, defeated.

“We…will look into all of it. Thank you for coming to us about this. y/n, I’m very sorry about what’s happening. Until we finish our investigation, you don’t have to come to school of you don’t feel safe. Janis or Regina can bring you back your assignments.”

You thanked the discipline mistress and left the office before Janis and Regina did. “Can I take her home?” You hear Janis ask Ms. Sutton.

“Sure.”

“Thanks.”

The exchange was quick, with Janis catching up to you when you’ve barely made it into the hallway. Realising which room you’d walked out of, fellow students began to stare and speculate. But when they saw Regina following behind you and Janis, they truly just shut the fuck up. “Attention students- will Benedict Ortega and Sofia Swanson please report to Ms. Sutton’s office. Now.” The announcement comes through the PA system, causing everyone to get more…excited. Nosy. You scurry through the halls, your eye on the exit.

Slam. Someone had their arm out on a locker door to block your path. Sofia.

“Leave her alone.” Regina stated simply. She doesn’t waver. “Oh, no?” Regina continued. The two most random words flew from her lips next, two words you recognised to be Sofia’s (and Benedict’s) Reddit username where they posted their disgusting things. The colour drains from the brunette’s cheek instantly, her face twitching.

“That’s what I thought.” Regina shrugs, a hand on one of your shoulders.

“Hi, sissy liz.” Benedict was the next player on the field.

“Move out of the way.” Janis’ fists were balled up in anger, and she knew if the three of you didn’t get out fast, she will hit someone.

“Why so angry, shortie?” He teased, that smug look and nickname made Regina want to scream.

“Move. Out. Of. The. Way.” Janis repeated herself. He doesn’t listen, but instead coos at you and tilted your chin up with a finger- you wanted to gag, no, puke on him.

“Hands off of her. You mustn’t have heard what I told your sister, you numbnut.” Regina had a protective arm around you now.

“What? Oh, pray tell- what did you say?” He mocked, eyeing you and Janis up and down. His gaze stops on Janis’ chest and Regina could tell.

“You horny fuck.” Regina spat, “No one looks at my girlfriend like that. She’s mine.” She spun on her heels to announce to the crowd, “This goes out to all of you nosy, nosy people. Anyone who tries to mess with Janis, her sister or anyone else in my circle? You can expect to be humiliated.”

“Sofia, Benedict. My office. Now!” Ms. Sutton yells, allowing the three of you to leave before Janis got angry enough to physically hurt someone.

Damian stops you all near the exit and you yelped, startled. “Janis, what’s going on?”

“A lot.” She tells him, “I’ve to take her home, but even if we don’t explain it to you, the truth will come out soon enough.”

He could tell by the looks on your faces that it was something bad. “Okay, I’ll be by after school. Take care, y’all.”

You got into Regina's backseat, Janis took her usual seat in the front. You thought she would've sat with you, but you guess she knew better than that. You wanted some space. "y/n, how about some ice cream?" The blonde glances at you before she started to drive. You shrug. "That usually means yes when it comes to dessert." Janis chimed in. You didn't say anything else until Regina pulls up in front of the ice cream parlour, trying to take in your last few hours of peace before your parents bombarded you with questions. Janis asks if you wanted to go inside with them, you told her no.

"That's okay, I know what flavour and toppings you like." She smiled at you kindly. As Regina held the door open for Janis, you watched how they interacted, hoping that one day you'd find your own love too. You couldn't help but feel a little envious, or jealous. But ever since you fell out of the closet to over 1000 students, you've been nothing but an anxious mess.

There was a little bit of a line in the ice cream parlour, so you see them start talking- Regina said something that made her laugh. You loved that she made your sister as happy as she did. And she was a great friend to you. Janis turned around to take a peek at you, and she waves. You flashed her a little smile, getting back into your thoughts again.

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"You guys can go back to school, you know that, right?"

"Yeah. But this one might punch some people and get herself for trouble, and I don't want that." Regina says as she scooped another mouthful of her ice cream onto the tiny wooden spoon.

"Like I would care."

"I would." Regina replies nonchalantly, "You have good intentions, and they deserve it. But I just don't wan you in trouble, you know? They're not worth it."

And so...they stayed with you. When 4p.m. rolled around, your company grew: Aaron, Cady, Damian, Gretchen and Karen show up. "Oh, my God." You muttered under your breath, "That's so many people." You liked them, and their company and they were the only people who believed you when this shit show started, so you really appreciated them. However, you simply didn't do too well with big groups of people showing up unannounced giving you little to no time to mentally prepare yourself. Oh, and they were always over at your place but you still felt this way anyway. Janis shot Regina, who was answering the door, a look. "Everybody's here." Regina confirmed. Maybe it was because they would all ask if you were okay or how you were doing or feeling...and you didn't want to deal with that. Or maybe it was because that made you feel like you were getting pitied on. The bunch of them must've already heard why Benedict and Sofia were called into Sutton's office.

Janis seems to have read your mind, asking the group if they'd already heard anything. "Oh, yeah." Aaron stifles a laugh, "Everyone was buzzing about it at lunch."

"Are they?" Regina smirked.

"Oh, no- did you start the rumour?" Cady asks, worried.

"Start it? Ew, no." Regina scoffs, asking for the bag of sour soda bottle gummies from Gretchen for you, "That's not my doing. The school already knows those two freaks are doing porn. I simply handed the evidence to Sutton. It's not my fault they all decided it was now okay to openly discuss their gross sex life."

"Thanks." You told her, accepting the half-eaten bag of sweets. These were your favourite and she knew it.

"Janis." Regina called her name to get her attention, reaching over to get some chips from the bag in your sister's hands. Janis tilted the bag towards, her letting her reach inside easier. "Thanks, baby." "Do you wanna switch with me, Regina?" You ask, seeing that you were currently wedged between her and Janis. "No, y/n. I want to sit with you and so does she, so, y'know."

"You two are watching me like a toddler." "And can you blame her?" Regina asks, referring to your sister.

"Fine, drop it." You sigh in defeat, Aaron reaches into your(well, it wasn't yours, but they let you have it) bag of sour gummies to grab a few. "Sorry, just wanted a couple. Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine." You muttered.

Awhile later, the mood eases up and the bunch of you were engaged in a conversation about current events, trending headlines...whatever. Anything but schoolwork, really. Suddenly, Janis' phone rang and she excuses herself. You got up to go get a drink from the fridge, looking at Janis who was talking on the phone with your Mother in the backyard.

'She's doing okay right now, Mom. She's hanging out with our friends. Yeah, everyone's here right now.'

That's all you needed to hear, focusing on nothing but keeping your mind clear now. It's been cluttered with anxiety, fear and negativity from the past few weeks but you were finally in your safe space, with the best people you've met in your life.

The bunch left right around dinnertime - but not before Cady handed you a gift (it was a Beanie Boo Husky that shared your birthday), and when they did leave, your parents returned. You hurried upstairs to avoid them. "Where is she-" Regina started to ask, Janis tilted her head towards the door, "Parents are home. She's exhausted- just let her hide in there."

"Well, it's not like they can't talk to her even through the door. That's what you did, baby." Regina smirked.

"Ku'uipo, where's y/n?"

"In her room. I don't think she wants to talk, really." Janis led with that.

"Okay, so what the school told me..."

"What did the school tell you?"

"That y/n was getting bullied by a couple of students, and that you two told on them to the school."

"In detail?"

"Yeah, I know she got pushed into lockers, called names, almost got kissed by the girl." Your mom reveals.

"Has she been in there all day, Janny?" Your dad quipped.

"No, she just went upstairs not too long ago." Janis informed.

"I still think we should t-" Your Mom sighs softly.

"Mom, honestly- she's not gonna say much. She's already said all she could about it to me when I pressed her about it. If you go in there asking about the same things, having her repeat all that? She'll be crying herself to sleep. No doubt."

"Okay." She agreed tearfully, "Um, okay. I'll go get changed then get started on dinner."

"Alright, thanks Mom." With that being said, your parents headed for their room to wash up after a day at work.

"Baby, do you want me to stay?" Regina asks as your parents leave the living room.

"Would be nice." Janis nodded, standing on her tiptoes briefly to plant a kiss on Regina's lips.

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i've missed the gallery, so here's a question. how would the gallery gang be with a nightguard/frequent visitor reader who's an aspiring artist? i've seen people talk about going to actual galleries for inspo or just sketching the paintings, and was wondering if the art pieces would be honored to be models or something. i dunno man this is my first ask im not sure how this stuff works lol

(I've done this as individual hcs - hope you don't mind!)

The Scavenger

"Draw, please..." "You want me to draw a candy wrapper?" "Draw."

If you want inspiration, Scavenger has got you covered. They'll pull out their finest stole goods for your seeing eyes alone - necklaces, vintage toys - and pretty much anything that catches their eye or isn't nailed to a wall. Most nights they just hold up a pocket mirror and tell you to draw what you see, because it's the best thing in the gallery. If you give them your sketches, don't be surprised if they just shove them in their mouth and return to their painting without another word. Something this precious must be kept on their person at all times.

The Painter

Gasp. A future master in their presence? Well, the only correct course of action is for two geniuses to put their heads together, and create gorgeous works of art together that will bring tears to the eyes of any manner of creature. If you are a painter like them, they create a palette for you out of their own flesh and blood. Hm, as perfect as their colors are - something feels missing. As, yes. Red. That other guard has lots, and is being selfish by hogging it all. Not to worry, dear - your muse is on the case! Sir, sir! Stop running - your sacrifice is needed for greatness!

The Lady in Red

How charming.... Will you sketch her something to put on the walls of her cabin while you are away? She'll let you go for the evening if you do. Leaving old sketches around when there are others on site will also secure their safety as she'll drop everything to have a piece of you. Draw a picture of her and she'll be the wailing ghost of the eve.

The Faceless Angel

Monitors your location and makes sure nothing disturbs you. If you ask them to sit down they will start to hum to fill the silence, stopping if you look their way. Even if you ask to sketch them, the angel is surprised when you show them the finished work. Ah, they've gone and ruined it with their tears. If they are allowed to be greedy, could you draw what you imagine their face to look like?

RoseBud

It's only logical a gallery would attract an artist. Rosebud points out the flowers that are in this season for you to warm up, and tells you to come when you're ready to draw the finishing piece. Their babes are extra yippy tonight, but they are just as excited as them and unable to contain it like their greater half. Give it directly to Rose or they will eat it, but unlike the Scavenger they feel bad and start to cry. Rosebud has some artistic skills of their own and will ask to draw you some nights

Soleil

You want to draw them? Oh, but their gears haven't been polished in ages - their casing could use a shine as well. Don't even get them started on their dials. Give them a few nights to spruce themselves up and they'll be the perfect model for you to sketch and adore

Anri

You draw? How cool! They'd love to draw with you, but they don't have the same talent as you. Would you still mind if they doodled a bit in your book anyway? Maybe when you get off work you can hit up a coffee shop and give them a few pointers.... Oh.

Julian

Outright steals your notebook and tells you to give up before you get ahead. Realizes he's doing the same as his parents and gets it back... with a few sketches thrown in the back. They're all of you in different parts of the gallery doing your job... Except for one. Why did he draw you sleeping? And why does he know the color of your bedsheets

The Director

How fun! The gallery is always open to new donations. He'd love if you drew him, or one of the many stories he has to tell. He has a perfect tale about a painter who got lost in the woods and tricked by a power beyond their understanding. Why won't you come up to his floor and let him watch you work your magic as he tells it to you? Kick back and relax. Stress is the last thing that should be on an creative's mind. Get comfortable...stay as long as you want.

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25 Trinity Gate’s Do’s & Don’ts of Sex in Armand’s Bed 

(or place representing thereof) 

“Who’s your daddy?” will not be tolerated. “Who’s your mommy” will result in Lestat crying and while that doesn’t always ruin the mood, it does mean having to deal with it when there may be other plans for the evening.

The last person to use toys and equipment is responsible for making sure they are cleaned and put away properly. It’s not fair to have Louis do it, even if having them in alphabetical order helps when finding something.

Put everything back where you find it. The Georgian Library is not the proper place for a cat o’nine tails, even if I’m sure King George would have supported the efforts.

The list of safe words cannot be anything to do with parents, former masters or anyone else in the house who may hear it and come running. Sybelle is likely traumatised.

All blood is sacred and any spilled on bedding, carpets or any other surface must be licked up.

Lestat may not sulk if someone else is rightfully called a slut. He does not own the word and if he’s not being enough of one, that’s his problem.

Hair pulling is wonderful. Leaving hair you have pulled out on the floor so it gets tracked into the shower room is not.

Wearing pyjamas means you’re off-limits if you’re just not in the mood, unless you’re Louis. In which case, yes and no pyjamas will be negotiated by colour. 

All dressing must be submitted for dry cleaning before sunrise. Explaining the strains on the cheerleader costume was very awkward and those pom-poms had to be thrown away.

Any cracked walls or tiling needs to be free of blood before someone is called to repair itt.

When Bianca stays, she has first choice of activities and who with. This is just politeness. You must also ask before borrowing her jewelery, I’m looking at you Lestat. Those pearls are not anal beads. Those are in the drawer under the bed.

Reading is not permitted during sex unless previously agreed upon. Remember how upset Louis gets when his books get bloody or their spines broken.

Don’t leave pornographic materials on in standby mode. Marius came over to discuss court business and thtings became very awkward, very quickly.

No lit flames, not even for the purposes of dripping wax. Find another way to do it. Those curtains were 16th century.

Do not poke someone in the shoulder and ask them to move over because you want to watch what’s happening with the person they are pleasuring or punishing. Move yourself, they’re in the moment.

Pinwheels must be washed and sanitised before use. It’s not about infection, it’s about rust. Same goes for vampire gloves, the material will be damaged.

If you are blindfolded, no reading of anyone else's mind is allowed. Sensory deprivation experiments only work if everyone plays along.

You do not bring another person into the bed without agreement from all parties. That includes that stray cat, it almost got thrown against a wall when it was discovered that wasn’t Armand purring.

 Trains do not go up or in orifices without prior consent. It’s not being spontaneous, it's ruining their paint job.

Any collars must be lovingly maintained by their wearers. This is as close to a wedding ring as anyone is likely to get unless Lestat decides to have one of those mass marriages.

The Great Disney experiment is never to be repeated. We’re still finding glitter from fish scales in the carpet and that spinning wheel is an antique, not a prop.

The choking  is symbolic. We all know vampires don’t require breathing. Pointing it out will get you kicked out of bed.

No fake nails. We lost one up there and it still hasn't come out. 

No pet names are to be used outside the bedroom unless agreed upon whether the person is wearing a tail plug under their clothes or not. 

Other things that will get you removed from the bed: mocking Louis’ fuzzy rat socks, losing one of Armand’s rings in the sheets, smacking Daniel without asking for Armand’s consent first, breaking Lestat’s nails if he’s asked for them not to be, putting your hair in anyone’s face if they don’t like it, video conferencing the court while still naked in bed with everyone, smoking and not sharing (also bringing a lighter or matches, see the rule about matches), destroying lingerie and not replacing it, not properly securing the harnesses or breaking down the door (axe optional).

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“So, what? You’re just going to stop being my friend because my dad doesn’t have money anymore?”

Paulina tsked and looked at her newly manicured nails. “That’s how it works, chica. You can’t be in with the in crowd if you can’t afford the in crowd.”

Valerie balled her hands into fists. “I wasn’t friends with you to be in the ‘in crowd’. I was friends with you guys because I liked hanging out with you? I thought you were cool people?” Valerie’s glare deepened. “But now I know that you’re all just a bunch of shallow assholes.”

“Ooh, resorting to name calling?” Paulina looked at Valerie. “You know we’re right.”

Valerie growled and turned away from them. She stomped down the hallway and out of sight. 

“Paulina, is this really necessary?” Star asked, looking down the hallway at where Valerie disappeared. “I thought we were friends for more than the money our parents have too.”

“She needs to know her place in this world.” Paulina turned to Star and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “People like her won’t make it in this world unless they have money. She needs to learn that.”

“People like her?” Star asked skeptically.

“Yes.”

Star backed away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She’s been friends with Paulina since they were little girls. She remembered when Paulina first moved here from Columbia. She was so young and she already knew two languages. Star had thought it was so cool. She loved listening to Paulina talk in her native tongue. 

She didn’t know what happened but Paulina seemed to get meaner, more controlling and hostile every year. She didn’t want to admit it but it was to the point where her friends were starting to become nervous to talk to her. She controlled Casper High’s entire rumor mill. One lie from her and their lives could be ruined.

So everyone stayed quiet, hoping Paulina would change one day. But Star looked at where Valerie disappeared and felt remorseful. She wished there was something she could do. 

-----

Star was in the library during her study hall. She was working on an english paper and had books spread out all around her on the table. She leaned back and looked down at it all when she heard it. 

Coming from the corner of the room near her was the sound of crying. 

Star’s never been one to comfort people before. It’s not something she was good at. She usually left or ignored it when she could hear someone having a rough time near her. But this time she was compelled to get out of her seat.

The closer she got, the louder the sniffles were. As she rounded the corner her heart dropped as she saw who was sitting on the floor in the corner of the library. 

Valerie sat with her arms hugging her legs, her face tucked into her knees. She was trembling with the force of keeping the sounds in, but they trickled out without her permission. Star’s heart twisted in her chest and she walked over to where Valerie sat on the floor. 

Star sat down and wrapped an arm around Valerie’s shoulders and held her. Valerie looked up for a moment to see who had come to comfort her and a louder sob left her once she made eye contact with Star. She turned her head and tucked it into Star’s shoulder, quietly crying onto her shirt. She rubbed Valerie’s shoulder, hoping that would be enough to comfort her.

She didn’t get any more work done that hour. 

——-

Star and Valerie started hanging out a lot more again after that. Paulina tried to make a big deal out of it but this was the one thing Star wasn’t going to back down on.

“Paulina, you can’t make me do this. Not this time.”

She snorted. “Why, is she your new best friend or something?” She sneered.

Star threw her hands up into the air. “No! Never! She just needs some support right now! All you want to do is put her down!” 

“She doesn’t need any support. She just needs to get over it and accept her place.”

Star clenched her teeth together. “You know what, I’m over this. She might as well be my new best friend because all you’ve been for the past couple years is a complete bitch.”

Paulina gasped but Star continued, emboldened by the words she had already spoken. 

“No one really likes you much anymore, Paulina. Everyone’s afraid of you. I tried to be there for you, you were my best friend. But now all you do is manipulate and hurt people. Until you don’t do that anymore, we’re no longer friends.” 

Paulina glared at her with her hands clenched. “How dare you. How could you do this?”

“The same way you did all that to Valerie.”

Star walked away. She could hear Paulina still trying to talk to her, but her words faded away as her hands shook and tingled. 

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Star and Valerie laughed. They sat outside on the bleachers by the football field. Dash just fell over as he was trying to show off during practice.

“That’s what you get, Baxter!” Valerie cupped her hands around her mouth as she shouted at him. He shot her a glare but smiled right after. 

It was a nice, sunny day out and Dash had asked Star and Valerie if they wanted to watch the guys during practice. And then afterwards they’d go to the Nasty Burger. Star was glad to see no one was treating her differently after her outburst at Paulina and Valerie was happy to hang out with her friends again. 

Dash had just turned to go back to practice when a screeching sound echoed around the football field. Valerie took a defensive stance next to her and Star looked around, trying to figure out where the sound came from. 

There it was. Up above them squawked an animalistic ghost. It looked like some kind of bird. It had breaks in its limbs and looked deformed. It screeched at them again. 

Star stood up, getting ready to run. “I hope the ghost boy gets here soon!” 

Valerie growled. “We don’t need that stupid ghost boy! Come on, follow me.” 

Valerie ran away off the bleachers, Star following behind. On the last step though, she tripped and fell to the ground. The yell she made on the way down caught the ghost’s attention and it flew towards her. 

Star turned away and covered her head. She prepared herself for the blow, for the stinging of ectoplasm but it never came. 

The ghost screeched and Star turned her to look at what happened and her eyes widened when she saw who was standing in front of her, stance wide with a new ecto-gun floating above her wrist that had not been there before. 

Valerie stood in front of her with the posture of a soldier in battle. Then right before Star’s eyes, Valerie began to change. A familiar suit appeared around her, replacing her clothes. There stood the Red Huntress.

Valerie.

“Oh my god.” Star whispered. 

“You and your kind will not be taking anything else away from me!” Valerie yelled at it. 

She watched as Valerie vehemently fought the ghost, flying into the air once her hoverboard appeared. Soon enough it was captured in the thermos that appeared in Valerie’s hand seemingly out of nothing. Once the ghost was defeated, she glided back to the ground and the hoverboard disappeared back to wherever it came from. 

Star stared at her for a few moments before she finally stood up. She ran at Valerie and threw her arms around her shoulders. 

“This is what you’ve been doing all this time?” She yelled into her ear.

Valerie pulled her head back at the sound. “Yeah. Ever since the ghost boy and his dog ruined my life.” 

Star pulled back, a sad expression on her face. Before she could voice any of her thoughts though, the football players came over cheering. 

“Way to go Valerie!”

“Yeah! You beat that ghost ass!”

They continued cheering and congratulating her. They picked her up and started carrying her around on their shoulders. Valerie’s suit transformed and disappeared, leaving her smiling face visible to everyone. 

[dranna]

Comfort in the dark

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Includes: POV Lucius, which halfway through will be POV Severus, hurt/comfort, breakdown, feeling of dread and death, fluff at the end, not beta read, let me know if I left something out

Thank you for the request @tea-and-magic , I’m sorry it took so long ~

a/n: I saw the movies long ago and I don’t like the books (mainly because they are pov harry, sorry :’) ). I apologise if some things doesn’t make sense canon wise. So I’m certainly making things up here lmao ^^’

@giosnape thank you for the short and info filled summery of the books 😂🫶

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“Dark times we live in.”

As everyone’s been saying.

Recently Fear’s been silently sitting,

On Unmarked souls and Servants,

Creeping in homes and jolly feasts,

Choking their voices away.

With Fear came Darkness and Cold,

Spreading like snow,

Covering the Warmth and Sun,

Suffocating the blooming flowers of Trust.

Lucius was breathing in

The chilly night air,

Which he thought could never feel again,

The Dark Lord had risen to full fame,

Freeing his slaves from their graves.

The Dark Lord—

He Who Shall Not Be Named,

Holding all dread above heads,

How to have the courage to look,

Into those icy snake-eyes that ruin?

Lucius was thinking while he froze,

Onto the spot he was looking at the Moon.

Terror constrained his heart,

It’s long nails leaving wounds and alarm.

He looked at the Moon again,

As if begging for calmness.

She was the only light source that night,

Not even her Starts visible on the sky,

She gave off a chilly yet comforting light,

Blinking at Lucius from above.

I can’t stay here,

They will find me and—

No, this can’t happen.

He would torture me and mock,

With those reptile eyes and high pitched voice.

I can’t go home—

Home?

I don’t even have my mansion anymore,

It’s part of His kingdom for a while now.

His mind raced as he started to walk,

He didn’t know where or why,

His legs carried him silently towards a house.

Yes it’s His,

Like Everything,

One snowy touch and it’s belongs to him.

And Narcissa and my Draco?!

Are you alright?

Where are you?

Has he started to work his ‘arts’ on you too?

I hav—need to help you,

But I can’t!

He started to sob,

While his lonely steps echoed in the dark.

I can’t I can’t I can’t,

I can’t go back!

To see Him and feel His presence!

Goosebumps ran through his body,

While he felt coldness flowing through him.

“I ca-an’t”

The word breaking through his lips,

He felt freezing and desperate,

Sinking to his knees and stare,

Into the void he was in.

Tears started to flow down his white cheeks,

Growing bigger every minute.

His mind was slow and foggy,

Showing him only pictures of Him,

His thoughts couldn’t sail away,

From His thundering storm,

Locking Lucius under icy water.

He felt the numbing feeling in his bones,

But acting against it was impossible.

“Lucius!?”

A new voice entered his mind,

Which sounded familiar,

It was slow and deep,

Mixed with disbelief.

Lucius lifted his gaze and saw,

A man with crooked nose,

A shocked expression on his usually grumpy face,

Shiny dark hair melting into the darkness.

He looks.. I know him,

But I’m so tired I can’t think..

“Malfoy? Malfoy can you hear me?

What on earth are you doing here?!”

He sounded agitated and hused,

Looking over his shoulders as he knelt besides the blond one.

He shook Lucius’ shoulders gently,

But the other man was so far off,

He couldn’t feel anything.

“I-I’m so s-scared.”

A tormented whisper left the crying man,

Which made him sob harder again,

The crooked nosed professor stood up,

Taking away his warmth.

Gently, long, skilled fingers lifted the kneeling man,

Holding up in slim arms.

Lucius didn’t register what was going on,

He only felt friendly arms holding him close to a chest,

Carrying him to god knows where.

He must have fallen asleep or lose conscience,

Because he woke up in a bed,

However it wasn’t his,

He was in a tiny room,

Filled with the smell of herbs and books,

The walls were covered with books, plants and notes,

Making him feel safe somehow.

It was a messy room,

But organised,

Everything had its place,

Left out or tucked away.

Next to the bed was a fireplace,

Omitting heat and light,

Illuminating a thin figure,

Sitting on the only chair,

Reading next to the bed.

You could’ve mistaken his calm and collected,

But the line of his mouth betrayed him.

“Severus?”

Immediately to his name,

He moved towards the lying man,

Sitting beside him on the bed.

Severus’ face mirrored worry,

Both for his lovers’ health and because of Him.

“How do you feel?”

“I.. I feel nothing.”

To this reply Snape’s heart broke in half,

Oh dear Lucius,

Who was always so confident and cocky,

Now a shell of his beautiful glory,

All of his shining light is dead,

I can’t even find a sparkle there.

And it’s all because of Him!

He is the destroyer of everything.

He killed Her..

No, not thinking of it now,

I won’t let Lucius’ fire burn out too!

After decided this in this head,

He took of his shoes and climbed in the bed,

He covered him and his lover with is only blanket,

Hugging him tight,

While placing kisses on his head.

“Everyone will be alright,

I promise.”

It was stupid of him to promise such things,

When he had no power above anything,

He was just a floating leaf,

On the muddy stream,

Going where he flowed against his will.

But he couldn’t do anything else to release the other’s pain,

So he continued whispering reassuring words into his ear.

With every word and gentle kiss,

Lucius started to relax,

He sank deeper and deeper into the the others’ presence,

Breathing in his unmistakable herby smell.

They stayed there the whole night,

Listening to the fire and each other’s heart,

The icy fingers ceased to stop,

Warm entrance took away their place.

And they just stayed and stayed entwined to one another,

Drifting into peaceful dreams.

“Thank you Severus.”

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Thank you for reading ~

My writing requests still open

[away-ward]

this michaelrika kaibanks just ruined everything for me. especially considering banks is my favorite character and i only continued with the series so i could get crumbs of her(which didn happen thanks to pd always favouring rika and thrusting her into situations where she is not needed). honestly, that bonus scene does not sound like banks AT ALL. her worrying about how her how "family" doesnt love her enough after 10 damn years made me want to break something especially since pd made it out like they all adore and love Rika while making banks feel like she was not part of the inner circle. moreover if emory would have become good friends with any one in that weird-ass grp it would have been with banks but NO pd has to make it all about rika..in a bonus scene... about Banks. idk why no one is talking abt that. and this is so against the found family theme pd set up in the books.

kai kai kai what do i even say abt this guy. past kai was such a gem. like i will fight anyone who says otherwise. him and banks were SO DAMN CUTE but the present one.. not so much. in the bonus scene banks asks rika did she go around walking knowing that she could have had kai again and again if banks didnt come into the picture. i think kai WOULD HAVE had rika again if he hadnt found banks and i cant just ignore it no matter how much i try. also why is kai ALWAYS going "rika this rika that" even after he found banks. ik everything and every character in the dn universe is about rika coz pd created them but it is just disturbing kai is like this even though he knows that makes banks uncomfortable.

i was so excited when pd said she was gonna write a bonus scene for dn but MY GOD I WISH I DIDNT READ WHATEVER THE HELL THAT WAS IN HER FACEBOOK. and to think this might be the last kai banks scene we ever get... makes me wanna cry. they deserve so much more. there might be more bonus scenes in that universe but it sure as hell wont be abt kaibanks knowing pd (i mean she did them dirty in their own book making the main focus damon and rika)

ohhh i almost forget about the conclave scene where kai knows about rikas situation before michael. i mean wtf is this even. and when banks get upset rika had the audacity to feel betrayed. after everything kai said to banks in hideaway abt how she is the one he looks for every morning, this scene in conclave just ruined that closure. AND we didnt get to see kai and banks talk about it. of course we didnt because they are just side characters in this series right.

in my opinion, pd should rewrite the bonus and quit making Kai so 'rika-centric' and actually concentrate on how HIS OWN wife feels.

ik this is a lot kai banks but this is years of pent-up frustration over how my best girl and kai were done dirty.

and i feel like i would have liked rika so much more if pd didnt shove her down our throats like that throughout the series

pt 2 of the ask:

by the same person who wrote the kai banks rant will you ever write a fanfic on kai banks coz i have searched the internet and i couldn't find one story abt them. which is really sad since they are the only other couple who made sense apart from will and emmy. and abt my previous rant kai ONLY belongs with banks and we all know it. i mean they belong with each other no one can say otherwise. kai might have been attracted to rika but he will choose banks no matter what so that is why it is frustrating when he is made out to be like he cares abt rika as more than just a friend and more than he should.  what is your thoughts on all this

Honestly, I think you hit the nail on the head why this doesn’t sit right with a lot of us.

One, the time period. I could possibly buy this if it were set within the original series. Maybe before NF or very soon after. But ten years later makes Banks seem very insecure and childish. She’s just been living for ten years thinking that her husband is secretly lusting over what is perceivable her best friend. Or at least her closest female friendship. That doesn’t feel like Banks to me. My understanding of Banks character is that she would have addressed any issue much sooner.

And two, this was supposed to be about Banks. But what we have is Banks making Rika feel better. First, confronting her over the young girl and reminding Rika that she has nothing to feel shamed over. Then, realizing how Rika feels, confirming those feelings. And in a way, Banks realizing that her feelings around Rika were not insecurities but were in fact attraction, is about Banks. But it’s still really about how amazing Rika is, and everyone agrees.

No one is immune to Rika Fane is the point of the scene. But it's the same message we've been getting since Corrupt.

It’s frustrating because it doesn’t give found/chosen family vibes. It’s all about Rika.

And now I feel like this about her:

kai kai kai what do i even say abt this guy. past kai was such a gem. like i will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Okay, okay. I’ll keep my fighting words to myself...

But anyway, Kai alone frustrates me (which is super disappointing because from other’s POVs, he’s delightful and interesting). Banks makes him better. I love the two of them together. The fact that he’s given any room for Banks to develop feelings of doubt about him and Rika is so odd. There’s no argument for it.

the conclave scene where kai knows about rikas situation before michael. i mean wtf is this even. and when banks get upset rika had the audacity to feel betrayed.

See, Rika confiding in Kai didn’t bother me, because it made sense to me that she’d confide in him. At this point, Kai is one of her closest friends and I (maybe erroneously) thought of Kai as the most reasonable and comforting of the group, which is something Rika needed. It’s the jealousy and the doubt about their relationship that comes after that ruined it for me. Either Rika and Kai can be friends and nothing else, or they can’t. And PD is really pushing this “they can’t” idea with every update and bonus they post. Which is so weird.

Do you think we could challenge PD to write a couple-centric scene where none of the other couples show up, if only for us to get quality couple content?

ik this is a lot kai banks but this is years of pent-up frustration over how  my best girl and kai were done dirty.

Hey, I get it. I’m here for some kaibanks conversation. As much as Kai in the series frustrates me, Kaibanks in my head sit in the same boat as Willemmy, which is that they are cute and deserve better.

And didn’t feel like didn’t would have liked rika so much more if pd didn’t shove her down our throats like that throughout the series

Very true.

will you ever write a fanfic on kai banks coz i have searched the internet and i couldn't find one story abt them. which is really sad since they are the only other couple who made sense apart from will and emmy.

It's not that I don’t want to, but I haven’t been able to wrap my head around Kai and Banks as characters. This scene helped with Banks a little, but now Kai is harder to understand. I know there were some oneshots over on Wattpad if you have access. If I were to ever break from Willemmy, Kaibanks would probably be the next one I'm inclinded towards, though. Sorry I can’t promise anything.

kai ONLY belongs with banks and we all know it. i mean they belong with each other no one can say otherwise. kai might have been attracted to rika but he will choose banks no matter what so that is why it is frustrating when he is made out to be like he cares abt rika as more than just a friend and more than he should. 

I completely agree. I think with the way the family is set up, there would be nothing wrong with Kai thinking Rika or any of the other girls are attractive, but it should be clear that he doesn’t have the same bond/connection/relationship to them as he does with Banks. I still think back to Michael openly declaring that Rika was everything to him, and it’s strange that none of the other guys have similar moments where they remove any doubt that they want no one else.

Like, I don’t think Michael wants Banks. Or Winter. Or Em. He wants Rika and Rika’s happiness. He might think Banks is hot, but that’s probably as far as it goes.

That’s Banks. Kai’s wife, Damon’s sister. Pain in his neck.

If somebody gave Kai an ounce of that energy towards Rika, we’d have a completely different vibe.

I'm not sure what can be done to protect our sanity. I, for one, usually hate to ignore canon, but sometimes it's just... not worth acknowledging in favor of your own HC.

That might be the case here.

Let me know your kaibanks HC if you're up for it. Anyway, have a great day. Hope you forget all about the bonus scene soon!

-KO

[mama-qwerty]

You ever think Eclipse might act out and test Callie? I mean, his father already dumped him on this planet, he might want to see if Callie will do the same if he's enough of a brat?

Probably. Actually I think that's entirely likely.

Talk is cheap, and it's easy to say things like "You're safe, Eclipse" and "No one will hurt you, Eclipse" and "You deserve to feel safe and loved, Eclipse". But he knows better. And he doesn't want to get too attached if they're just gonna toss him back out on his tail when they tire of him.

So yeah, he tests. And he pushes. And he acts out. Because this whole thing stinks like a trick. He's a failure. Tossed out of his rightful home because he wasn't good enough. That's what happens to all bad kids, right? Disappoint/anger the adult in charge often enough and you're gone.

And yeah, it annoys Callie. It frustrates her. She knows what he's doing (cause she's read the websites and books on traumatized, abandoned, and abused kids) and it does hurt her heart that this little boy, gremlin though he may be, was so hurt that that's all he expects.

And she holds her tongue. No matter how pissed she gets, she bites that tongue. Because she knows he's testing. And one wrong word from her will shatter every ounce of trust she's earned.

And maybe he goes to far, and does something so unbelievably mean and hurtful, even Silver snaps. Words are said, and Callie steps in. She sends Silver to his room, turns to Eclipse, and she is fuming. Steam coming out her ears, grinding her teeth to nubs, digging her nails into her palms PISSED.

And maybe Eclipse realizes, "oh shit too far" and he shrinks, cowering in the corner, expecting to be screamed at, beaten, and thrown out. But instead of relief--hey, this is what he was trying for!--he's afraid. Like, really afraid, for the first time in his life. Because for the first time in his life, people were actually nice to him. They wanted him around. And he'd ruined it.

And as Eclipse cowers in the corner, questioning his life choices, Callie walks over to him.

She stops in front of him.

And she drops to her knees.

She's crying.

"I know you're scared," she says, her voice soft. "I know you've been hurt by everyone you should have been able to trust. And I'm so, so sorry for that. It wasn't fair to you.

"I know all you know is pain. So that's what you show others. But it doesn't have to be that way, Eclipse. You have to choose to end that cycle.

"Silver and I care about you, honey. And we're reaching out for you. But you have to reach back. You have to decide what kind of life you want."

She leaves him alone to think about this as she goes to tend to Silver.

And maybe this causes a shift inside Eclipse. And maybe, later, a little gremlin reaches back.

Or something like that. Just spitballing.

[murmuur-vanilja]

Fictober 2022.4 — You spoke words I do not understand, but I figured out they were cruel

Prompt number 4: "How would that even work?" Original fiction: My Servant, the Devil Rating: T Warnings: abuse, violence

“Petty, useless, pathetic and weak attention whore. Do you even understand what it means to be raised in our family? Do you have any idea of what the feeble feathers ornamenting your bitchless hair represent?” I buried my head in a pillow as the cruel words that had been spoken during the day resurfaced at night. I had changed into my pink pyjamas and removed my nail varnish on my own already, and I was ready to sleep, but the sentences were tormenting me. Could it be another sleepless night? I didn’t know which I minded the most: the insomnias or the nightmares? I wanted to cry. I really wanted to, but if I did, she would hear me and come into this room, and who knew what would happen next? Instead, I stuffed part of my pillow in my mouth. It took some time, but I had eventually learnt to do it the way that would block my cries without having me choke too much. To tell the truth, I simply didn’t understand. I thought I had done gone that day. I had woken up early, I had practised the violin, then I had practised the piano. I had read a few books, I had sewn a plushie, I had trained in chess. I admit I had taken a break in the early afternoon to cloud gaze by my window, but it had been following my meal — three pieces of lettuce, two cherry tomatoes and one nut, that I had arranged myself in a shape I had believed to be cute. Looking back on it, had that been my mistake? Spending time on a futile decoration?

I thought I had done good, and once I was done admiring the tiny clouds high up in the sky, I had tried to write a poem to the person I loved the most in all Wêmà. I knew every piece of literature already existed in this world, and that it would be impossible for me to achieve something original. Still, I wanted to believe. I wanted to pour down the contents of my heart and to be praised for it. Yet, as soon as I rushed down the stairs in a good mood and slapped the piece of paper on the table in front of her, I felt a sharp pain running through my cheek. Mommy called me an “attention whore”. I didn’t know what that meant. It didn’t sound good. Mommy knows best She is the prettiest I don’t think she even read past the two first lines. Maybe I should’ve spent more time picking up my words. In retrospect, they were petty, useless, pathetic and weak, indeed. I wasn’t a good writer, but I was truly trying my best to convey my feelings. She had crushed the paper without any hint of empathy for her kid. Those weren’t the only words she had spoken to be during that confrontation. Once the poem was destroyed, her eyes had met my face again. She had softly stroked my bleeding cheek and covered the scratch with my own hair, to save some of my dignity. Then, she had gently kissed my forehead. “Please don’t shed a single tear, you are by far the most beautiful child to have ever walked this land.” Although I truly loved and trusted mommy, there were times when I found her to be confusing. Every relationship had its struggles and hardships, but there were times when I wondered if I was worthy of love. I was flawed, after all. I didn’t know whether she was, too. That night was such a night, a night of uncertainty. I released the pillow and sighed. It was a deep sigh, filled with unspoken emotions I didn’t understand. The urge to cry was gone, but I wasn’t relieved. In fact, I felt even heavier than before. I quietly rose from my bed and approached the window again. It was night, and the specific light setting made it so that I was seeing my reflection more easily than I was seeing outside. I lifted a lock of hair and stared and the sharp, straight cut. “I am the most beautiful child, but you casually ruin my beauty every so often. It’s okay, because it can be hidden. I’m scared, mommy. I’m scared that it won’t be hidden any more someday. How would that even work? I’m scared no one will love me.” Without thinking about it, I had spoken out loud. This cued footsteps. Mommy was coming for me, because she now knew I was awake past my bedtime. I froze as I was staring at the door’s reflection on the window. The distance, the small distance, that was separating the two of us by that time felt like an eternity. In that short yet never-ending moment, two feelings could overlap. I loved you, mommy. But I also hated you more than anything else.

[sharransepulchre]

. ☽◯☾ . headcanons : ❝ to grieve the life i never lived . ❞

Shadowheart had to endure many trials as an initiate of Shar. There were certain rites and rituals that needed to be performed for every initiate, and she was forced for the many of her firsts. The Coming of the Lady became one that Shadowheart soon had to become very familiar with. Once per tenday was she forced to commit some act of depravity in Shar's name - at first, she was forced to torture and torment. Preying on the weak and hopeless, targeting those so deeply in mourning that they had no better sense about them. Lured from the graveyard in hopes of learning how to cope with the loss of a mother, father, a son, a daughter, a lover, by any means necessary. Each life that Shadowheart was forced to ruin with the hope of having her parents freed would taint her soul. Little by little, slice by slice and whip by whip, she slowly lost hope. Dragged in to the inner sanctum, the Cloister of Sombre Embrace, Shadowheart was forced to kneel before the Mirror of Loss. Initiates were only meant to sacrifice their memories five times a year over their span of dedication- but Shadowheart was being forced to forget nearly every month. No matter how desperately she struggled and she fought, she was forced to look into the Mirror, and her memories were taken. She tried so hard to remember, making desperate little notes, scrawling scratch on books and parchments as to not forget, but Mother Superior hadn't liked that. How dare she try to hold onto those memories that were to be offerings for Shar?

The punishments were brutal. If it were an action that affected the cloister or the other initiates, then it was a whipping before the entirety of the cloister to see. Seated in the triumvirate, all around the center disk, it was Mother Superior who would punish with a deadly aim. A bull whip was used most frequently, painting the back of the offender with easily recognizable scars. Deep, straight cuts and burns, and wearing gear the next day was always a grueling experience. There was no healing these wounds, for they were a reminder, a lesson; penance. If there was an action that did not affect the rest, then the punishments were done in private. Too many times had Shadowheart kneeled before the bench in the Mapping of the Heart, her fingers blunted and bruised from gripping that fine marble bench, crying out and begging desperately for mercy as her pale, pristine back was painted red with agony. Her cries evolved into that of forgiveness, and she begged for her goddess apologetically. Forgive me, Shar, for I have strayed from your path of blight.

The Kiss of the Lady had been one Shadowheart grueled over. Each initiate needed to complete it, and it was never just once. It was, plainly, ritualistic murder. And it always had to be someone with everything to lose. Shadowheart would have never forgotten the people whose lives she was forced to take in the name of the cruel goddess, had her memory not been wiped so frequently. Perhaps it was better that way, because it was unlikely Shadowheart would have been able to handle such grief.

Little by little, Shadowheart was broken down. Her very spirit, her very worship. Her very soul. Shar and her dark intentions pulled every little bit that made her little Jennevelle, until nothing was left but an empty shell, devoid of memories and compassion. That was the intention, at least, and yet some of her expression remained. Her love for animals, her desire to protect others. Nocturne tried often to remind Shadowheart of who she was - how she braided her hair, how she loved animals and night orchids, how she loved to paint her nails. Nocturne very rarely had her memory wiped, but she was there for Shadowheart after every personal session. At one point, they may have even been lovers - Shadowheart curiously running her hands over Nocturne's unfamiliar body, finding extremities that she herself did not possess; she had no memory of their dead name, knowing only Nocturne. They would sneak away and experiment, her hands finding what would excite a woman, what would excite a man, and it made future trials easier.

The mastery of three quintessential skills: Infiltration, Seduction, and Torture. They were all an art in their own right, and each initiate were trained in how to perform each. The process was grueling and cruel, practicing on one another, being forced to learn and perfect each of these skills and experience them ten times over. They were skills that, over time, Shadowheart would excel in. So much so, that Mother Superior found it fitting to bring her back into the Cloister of Sombre Embrace, and show her two of those three under the veil of the coven. Seduction, where she taught Shadowheart how best to use her body, and torture, where her skills with a whip, with pliers, with nails, with branding, were all perfected upon her parents as they desperately pleaded for her. Shadowheart had no memory of how often Viconia would defile her under the eyes of her own parents, forcing them to watch her corrupt their once Selûnite daughter. Shadowheart was, after all, to be the successor to Viconia DeVir- a chosen of Shar to be the next Mother Superior.

Shadowheart was both seen as the problem child and the rising star. No matter what the mission, no matter what the outcome, all eyes were on Shadowheart. It was clear that she received the most attention from Viconia, being taken back into the sanctum more than any other. Whether that be for additional training, briefing, or punishments, no one truly knew. All they knew was that she was either the biggest issue, or walked among the best. Perhaps it was both, because her spirit had been the hardest to break. Any Selûnite ideal was forced out of her through hours of torture and beatings penance, until Mother Superior stood over her weak, trembling body with blood covering her hands, "Where is your moon mother now? The light shines upon you no more. The sooner you embrace the darkness, the sooner we can unlock your true potential."

And unlocking her 'true' potential the cloister did. She was a very powerful cleric, and climbed the ranks into the top five most adept initiates. She was not only skilled with her expertise of infiltration, shedding her identity like a tattered cloak to take up another, and her skills of seduction were nothing to scoff at, but it was truly her methods and skills of physical and psychological torture that outshined all others. She surpassed anyone else, following in Viconia's footsteps, climbing to the top of the listed for every mission. Success after smashing success, as Shar dug her claws into every inch of Shadowheart, dragging her deeper into that unforgiving embrace, culling the hate and agony of a life she had no memory living.

[ruinsfyre]

〈 emily bader / cis woman / she+her / 27 (270) 〉in the great land of prythian, LEYSA ENMOIRA of the SPRING COURT begins their journey towards a new future. known to be BENEVOLENT and PRAGMATIC, their suspected LOQUACIOUS and RETICENT habits might prove to be their undoing. if the fae could compose a song for them, it could tell stories of THE CRUELTY IN ABSENCE, THE DRIVE FOR PERFECTION, GIRLHOOD FORFEITED IN LIEU OF GREATNESS & YOU'RE YOUR OWN INDEPENDENCE. the fates whispers to the EMISSARY OF THE SPRING COURT and it is said that their loyalties lie with PRYTHIAN & THEMSELVES. only time will tell if the HIGH FAE has what it takes to live amongst the ruin .

⸺ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒;

full name: leysa philippa enmoira nickname(s): none date of birth: june 23 zodiac: cancer sun, virgo moon, gemini rising gender & pronouns: cis woman ( she / her ) species: high fae place of birth: spring court orientation: bisexual, biromantic occupation: the emissary of spring

⸺ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒;

faceclaim: emily bader built: slim hair color + style: here + here eye colour: blue tattoos: n/a piercings: lobes abilities: spring court abilities ( plant manipulation - highly skilled as she spends most of her free time gardening, shapeshifting - skilled, can transition into a red rox but cannot hold the form for longer than a few hours )

⸺ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒;

personality type: intp moral alignment: lawful good character inspiration: willow rosenberg (buffy the vampire slayer), rory gilmore (gilmore girls - s1 & s2), david rose (schitts creek), janine teagues (abbott elementary) positive traits: benevolent, pragmatic, courteous negative traits: loquacious, reticent, sly

⸺ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘;

trigger mention(s): mention of bullying, anxiety/depression

leysa was born in the spring court to two scholars who loved learning and wanted their daughter to love learning too

leysa did enjoy reading but she found her love in the garden and began growing her own garden outside her parents home, spending most of her childhood with dirt stained clothing and her parents bring her more books about plants

leysa loved gardening so much, all of her other interests became secondary so when she started studying with the other fae children, she only had gardening to talk about them with

even though they lived in the spring court, leysa was met with surprised looks and snickers when she walked in with dirt on her clothes or under her nails... she started falling behind in her other studies and one unfortunate experience with those who were training her which caused her to put her head down and become more quiet

as time went on, she excelled at political science/strategy, she knew almost everything in regards to the other courts and she took pride on being approachable, even with the bullying... she was still quite nervous to talk to strangers but she did not let people see that (at least she thinks she doesnt)

she became friends with the former emissary of spring before the war and studied them and how they interacted but leysa was slightly naive to their activities outside of their meetings (this is a wc and can be changed)

during the war, her parents took measures that had them locked in their home with protection wards that they had been preparing all her life... they enlisted cursebreakers from the solar courts and kept this from the high lord all because they were preparing for the worst

most of the time, leysa spent her time studying hybern and learning its history... against her parents wishes of course but she wanted to be prepared for the future that awaited them

this also caused the already quiet fae to become more depressed, as it did her parents. they spent most of their time separately and when they were together they would cry, fight and argue... leysa desperately wanted to prove her parents wrong and overcome her struggles and aid anyone/ edcuate anyone on the beauties of the spring court

after the war, leysa's garden was destroyed but she had an optimistic attitude to regrow it, just like she did with the spring court

when she was approached about the emissary job, she happily accepted and finally felt like her life had a purpose and especially with the new high lady, leysa had nothing but faith in spring again

⸺ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒;

leysa likes to read and is a quick reader but only when she is forced to locate something does she read that fast

she loves to teach others to garden and whenever she leaves spring to go on visit another court she brings plants / flowers to whoever she is meeting as a nice gesture

she is a little sneaky and tends to make no noise when she enters a room which causes her to overhear things she might not be allowed to hear which is the reason why her form (shapeshifting) is a fox

she is a tough cookie to crack and definitely takes a little warming up to but that is just because she hasn't had that many friends and is nervous they are going to make fun of her

she picks her fingers so she tends to leave them folded on her lap when she is not telling stories, gardening or reading