#bully them more saint. they deserve it.

[lichthey]

flicks them in the forehead just because.

❝     ouch  —   !     ❞    head  tipped  back  to  avoid  getting  the  same  treatment  twice.    eyes  open  from  their  winced  state   &   lips  turn  into  a  pout.    clawed  hand  outstretched  to  smack  his  forearm.    bullying!    that's  what  this  was!     ❝     if  i  knew  that's  all  ya'  wanted,   i  wouldn't've  let  ya'  near  me!     ❞

[copias-girl]

To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter VII

**NEW SONG**

A/N: *chanting* SLEEPOVER CHAPTER SLEEPOVER CHAPTER SLEEPOVER CHAPTER 👏🏻 Also! I actually have the pyjama set in real life lol just google ‘garage bored pyjama set’ and you can see pics of it lol ♥︎

All chapters <3

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You were excited, getting everything ready for the sleepover you had planned with your girlfriends, desperately overdue for some much-needed girl time. Ever since Cardinal Copia’s arrival, you hadn’t exactly been on the same page as your friends. It’s not like you were a saint; you enjoyed gossipy shit-talking just as much as they did, but you just couldn’t stand the way they ruthlessly bullied Copia. And in some respects, you were even bullying him too. However, you were doing it in a completely different way than they were; you were sexy-bullying the poor man. And admittedly, you were enjoying it far too much.

You missed how things used to be between you and the other sisters, but they were acting like total assholes to someone who didn’t even deserve it. You were the youngest out of them, yet they were the ones acting juvenile. So you were hoping that, with any luck, this fun sleepover would help to get you and the other girls on the same wavelength once more; allowing you to all wind down, let loose, and have some laughs.

The only rule? No boys allowed.

And you were ecstatic when all the girls enthusiastically agreed, because that meant Rob wouldn’t somehow find himself there; as much as he would probably enjoy that.

You were currently making your way to the ministry kitchen, where your friends would be gathering some various snacks for the sleepover. You were especially excited for the pink heart-shaped marshmallows you’d gotten at the grocery store. You had yet to try them and this night seemed like the perfect occasion.

However, as you neared the kitchen, you could hear exclamations of panic and frightened screams.

“What’s going on, is everything okay?” You rushed through the door, not knowing what to expect. A kitchen fire? Did someone get cut with one of the sharp knives?

However, you weren’t at all prepared for the sight with which you were met.

Emily, Mable, Lilith, and Ava were all standing on the kitchen counter screaming. And- Sweet mother of Satan, even Rob was up there too, screaming like a little girl and wielding a broomstick.

“What in Satan’s asshole is going on?!” You asked incredulously, looking around and not seeing any source of imminent danger.

“It’s a-” Mable cried.

“A r-” Lilith was so horrified she couldn’t even finish her sentence.

“A rat!” Emily shrieked.

You turned, half expecting to see poor Copia just trying to grab a snack, but he wasn’t there. It was then that you heard the squeaking, which sent your friends into another fit of screams and helpless cries.

“Hurry, come up here or it’ll get you!” Ava shouted, all of them holding your hands out to you.

“Girls, stay here. I’ll jump down, grab her, and lift her up onto the counter.” Rob declared solemnly, as if he were about to jump into a volcano and save you.

“No, Robbie, it’s dangerous!” The sisters all cried.

“It’s a risk I have to take.” He stated. “I’ll be quick.” He rolled up his sleeves, no doubt just trying to show off his muscles. “Here, baby, when I jump down lemme just grab you and-”

“You’ll do no such thing.” You responded calmly. “Besides, I’m perfectly capable of climbing onto the counter myself. I do it every time I have to get something out of the cabinet.”

“But you can’t just stay there, the rat’s down there!” Lilith pleaded with you.

“What are you doing?!” Emily shrieked in horror when you got on your knees, opening the bottom cupboards and making a “pspspsps” sound.

“I’m trying to find the rat, duh.” You responded casually. “Pspspspsps.”

“Good idea, babe, you lure it out and I’ll hit it with the broom.” Rob nodded at you.

“Don’t you dare! I’ll shove that broomstick straight up your ass if you try anything like that.” You shot him a dirty look, continuing your search. You followed the squeaking noise; obviously the rat was frightened by all the commotion.

“Alright, alright, Satan..” Rob murmured.

Grabbing a piece of cheese from the fridge, you opened a cupboard and caught a glimpse of it. You hushed everyone, kneeling on the floor and holding out the cheese.

Within a few moments, a little sniffing nose and some whiskers poked out from inside a cracker box. The rat cautiously made its way out, instantly bringing a smile to your face.

“Hi there. Want some cheese with your crackers?” You giggled. The adorable agouti hooded rat made its way over to you, sniffing around you before climbing right into your lap, taking the chunk of cheese into its little hand-like paws and nibbling away at it with fervour.

You couldn’t help but grin, as it finished the cheese, sniffing around you and looking up at you expectantly as if to ask for more. Carefully, you picked the little creature up and held it against your bosom, petting down its back and stroking a finger along its cheeks.

“Aren’t you precious?” You cooed before turning to your friends, who were still huddled on the counter, watching you with wide eyes and terror-stricken faces.

“I honestly can’t believe you guys are so scared of such a cute little thing.” You rolled your eyes, going back to lavishing the rat with attention, giggling when it began licking you to show its affection.

“What’s your name, huh?” You baby-talked it. “Oh, you’re just so cute!”

It wasn’t long before you heard a panicked voice and hurried steps coming from down the corridor.

“Biscotti?? Biscotti???” The voice called out worriedly. “Biscotti, dove sei??”

You grinned, recognizing the voice to be none other than Copia. From what you could tell, he had bumped into someone yet again.

“Ah, shit! M-mi dispiace! I-I’m very sorry but, ah… W-well I was looking for someone- eh, something, actually. H-have you seen a little rat around here?” He stuttered nervously.

“Um… no?” The sibling responded.

“N-no?? But… eh.. are you sure? She- she’s white with a grey head, si? A very good rat, eh.. sturdy, you know? Like a potato?” He attempted to describe it, and although you couldn’t see him, you were sure he was gesturing wildly with those gloved hands of his.

“No, um… I haven’t seen any rats around, sorry…” The sibling awkwardly replied.

“O-okay.. ehm.. thank you..” Copia sighed, continuing his frantic search once more. “Biscotti? Come out, Biscotti!”

Suddenly, the Cardinal burst into the kitchen, his mismatched eyes frantically looking all around before spotting you. His gaze landed first on your face, and then on the rat you were holding, who was currently nuzzling into your chest.

“S-Sorella!” The man gasped.

Emily rolled her eyes. “Enter Rat #2. Maybe you can hit this one with the broom.” She scoffed, causing Rob to snort out a laugh.

You got to your feet, a gentle and inviting smile gracing your pretty face as the Cardinal approached you.

“You found Biscotti!” He softly exclaimed, a relieved grin pulling at his lips.

“I sure did.” You beamed, holding the rat against your chest with one hand, still petting it with your other.

Your back was to the counter where your friends were, and just as Rob swung the broom down to try and hit Copia, your free hand shot out and blindly grabbed the stick before it could hit the Cardinal. Without even changing your kind expression, you ripped the broom out of his hand and tossed it across the kitchen where it clattered to the floor.

Everyone was shocked at your lightning-fast reflexes, especially since you couldn’t have even seen what Rob was doing.

“Guys, would you stop being embarrassing and get off the counter?” You glanced over your shoulder at your friends momentarily.

Copia swallowed nervously as you stepped closer to him. You gently took one of his hands, placing it onto the rat.

“Look, Biscotti, Daddy’s here.” You giggled.

The Cardinal’s pink blush instantly turned to crimson as you referred to him as ‘daddy’, although he felt utterly ashamed for having dirty thoughts about the innocently cute comment you’d made.

“S-si, I was so worried about you. And so was your best friend, Crema.” He murmured.

You smiled; Cookies and Cream. Satanas, this man was adorable.

“So the rumours are true. You do keep rats.” You remarked.

“Ehm, yes..” Copia nodded nervously.

The two of you stood close, comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you both pet Biscotti and scratched behind her ears.

“She likes you.” The Cardinal smiled, shy painted eyes flicking up to your face for a moment.

“I really like her too.” You replied quietly, stepping even closer to Copia.

“I, eh, I never thought you would be the type to like rats….” He remarked, eyes once again scanning over your face for a split second, lingering on your lips for just a moment longer.

“They’re my favourite, actually.” You nodded, giggling when the rat began licking you again.

Copia bit his lip. Lucifer below, you were perfect, absolutely perfect. He couldn’t find a single flaw in you if he tried.

“Sweet Satan…” Emily shook her head. “For Yule, you’ll probably be handing out cards that have pictures of you and Cardinal wearing matching sweaters, holding his rats like they’re your children.”

Rob and the other sisters laughed, and even you let out a giggle.

“You know, I’d actually like that.” You smirked. “What do you think, Cardinal?” You asked, playfulness twinkling in your eyes.

He bristled with nervousness under your gaze, finding it hard to meet your eyes but impossible to look away. “W-well I… S-si, I too would like that, Sorella.”

Both Copia and your friends were waiting for some sort of snide punchline from you, but it never came.

Your friends were confused at the fact that you’d actually want to take cheesy pictures like that, while the Cardinal got butterflies in his stomach just from the thought.

“Well, I better get back to my sleepover preparations.” You smiled, sensing the other girls’ impatience.

“Ah, okay..” Copia nodded awkwardly, trying to scoop Biscotti off your chest without groping your tits.

You didn’t let him get away too easily; subtly pushing your chest out, relishing in the feeling of his gloved hands rubbing against your tits and the panicked expression on his face. After finally getting the rat into his grasp, you gently grabbed his wrist, leaning down to kiss the sweet little creature.

“It was very nice meeting you, Biscotti.” You giggled. The Cardinal grinned, a mixture of disbelief and excitement bubbling inside him; no one had ever been so welcoming towards his rats.

“Here, she really seemed to like these.” You handed him the cracker box that she had chewed through.

Copia huffed out a laugh, taking the cracker box from you before giving Biscotti a pointed look. “You naughty thing, you..” He shook his head endearingly.

“Eh.. Grazie, Sorella. I don’t know what I would have done if you would not have found her. Not everyone is so… welcoming of rats.” The Cardinal gratefully looked into your eyes, breath catching in his throat when you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m really glad I could help. I’ll have to meet your other ones sometime?” You offered.

“R-really? Y-you would.. You would want to?” The man perked up. “I-I’m sure they would love to meet you, Sorella…”

“It’s a date then.” You stated simply, making Copia blush terribly from the mere mention of the word ‘date’. He nodded eagerly before stuttering out an awkward goodbye, turning on his heel and making his way out of the kitchen while murmuring something to Biscotti.

You grinned, shaking your head and turning back to the other sisters.

“Alright, so we got all the snacks?” You enquired.

“Yup, all set to go!” Ava clapped her hands excitedly.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t gonna need any help eating all that tonight? Or.. help with anything else?” Rob asked, trying to put an arm around you.

“No boys allowed!” You chirped, slipperily wiggling out of his grasp as you and the other sisters grabbed your snacks and ran to your room.

•𖤐•

The sleepover was going great so far. You were wearing a cute pyjama set; some tiny black silk shorts with pink piping, and a cropped black silk button down shirt with short sleeves. It also had pink piping and it said ‘Bored’ on the back in pink embroidered cursive.

You and the girls were eating snacks, playing games, watching movies, and of course: gossiping. Seemingly all at the same time, too. Thankfully, though, you had kept the sisters away from the topic of Copia; instead talking about other interesting drama that was happening around the abbey.

“I think I saw Kenzie trying to flirt with Dexter. Kind of out of her league, isn’t he?” You commented, shoving another black liquorice jujube into your mouth while rolling the dice. You moved your piece, the iron, three spaces, landing on Park Place.

“No way! How embarrassing for her. He’s way out of her league.” Emily scoffed, the other sisters all in vehement agreement.

“Ava, gimme two hundred dollars?” You asked.

“Um, I think you have to mortgage one of your properties before I can give you any money…” She responded.

“Come on, what do you want me to do? Become a Monopoly stripper so you’ll give it to me?” You sighed, holding out your hand expectantly.

“Alright, fine.” The brunette rolled her eyes, placing the two crisp $100 Monopoly bills into your hand.

“Thanks!” You smirked.

“Hey!” Mable scoffed. “I knew Ava shouldn’t have been the banker, she’s a pushover for you.” She laughed.

“She’s persuasive!” Ava held her hands up in defence.

“By holding her hand out and threatening to become a stripper in a board game?” Lilith prodded playfully.

“No, no! With that devilish look in her eyes!” Ava giggled.

“Hey… where are those pink heart shaped marshmallows I got?” You suddenly asked, looking around.

“Hm.. I don’t see them…” Mable hummed, rifling though the stash of snacks.

“Oh, we must have forgot them in the kitchen when we spotted that rat!” Lilith remembered.

You groaned. “Alright, I’ll go get them.” You stood, putting your slippers on and heading out into the dark corridor.

•𖤐•

Finally nearing the kitchen, you saw a light shining from the doorway. You padded into the kitchen and saw none other than the Cardinal, sitting at the counter and having a snack. It was then that your eyes drifted to what he was eating.

“Well well well!” You exclaimed, causing the poor man to nearly jump out of his skin.

“Ah! S-S-Sorella!” He stared at you with wide eyes.

“What do we have here?” You stalked up to him, snatching the bag of your marshmallows out of his gloved hand. “A little rat.” You smirked.

“W-what? Eh, n-no! I-” He tried to protest, but you said nothing, only hooking your finger in the collar of his cassock, beginning to drag him out of the kitchen and down the hall.

“W-wait, Sorella, what are you-!”

“Well, I’m gonna have to explain to my friends why the bag is open and half the marshmallows are gone!” You grinned wickedly. That was a lie; the bag was still full. The poor thing had only eaten a few.

“P-please, Sorella, I’m sorry, I-I-I-” The man pleaded, weakly struggling against you as you dragged him up the stairs.

You rounded on him once you got to the top, pushing him against the wall, so close that the tip of your nose was touching his.

“Quit stuttering, Rat.” You whispered, lust dangerously swirling in your eyes.

The Cardinal let out a whimper, but before he could do anything, you were tugging him along by his collar once more.

Finally, you reached the door to your room, opening it and pulling Copia inside. You now held him by the back of his collar, as if you were holding him up by the scruff of his neck.

“Look what I found stealing our snacks! A little rat!” You proudly declared.

The sisters all looked at you with wide eyes as you dragged the man inside, giving him a little shove and causing him to stumble forward. You shut your door, once again sitting amongst all the pillows on the floor, taking Copia’s gloved hand and pulling him down to sit next to you. Admittedly, he was scared. He did feel like a rat. A helpless little rat about to be batted around by a bunch of cats.

“If you wanted the marshmallows so bad, you could have just asked for an invite.” You smirked.

“I-I d-didn’t know they were y-y-yours, Sorella! I-I’m sorry, p-please forgive me…” The Cardinal profusely apologized, the lines on his face deepening with guilt, and a bit of fear. Oh, but you knew; you knew that the sweet man didn’t know any better. You just missed teasing your dear Cardinal so much and you wanted an excuse to bring him to the sleepover.

“I thought we said no boys allowed??” Emily reminded you, not hiding the annoyed look on her face.

“Hmm, we did. But he’s not a boy, he’s a rat.” You grinned, stroking a finger under Copia’s chin and making him shiver, his pouty lips parting as a quiet, pitiful gasp escaped him.

“Is that right, hm? Are you a man or a mouse, Cardinal?” You playfully prodded at him.

“Ehm…” Copia paused, staring at you with wide, unsure eyes.

“Maybe a bit of both?” You prompted, to which he nodded shyly.

“That’s what I thought.” You cooed, biting into a marshmallow, popping the other half of the heart into his mouth.

“Mmm, isn’t it delicious?” You hummed, feeling reckless and flirtatious and dangerously sinful.

Entranced by you, Copia nodded in agreement, his cheeks already on fire and burning cherry red.

“Well, what’s next on the roster?” You asked. You’d already played Aggravation and Monopoly, gossiped, and watched Rosemary’s Baby, which had you and the other sisters sighing dreamily about what a blessing it would be to carry the Dark One’s child.

“Truth or dare!” Emily smiled wickedly.

“Perfect!” You hopped up, moving to sit on the plush area rug next to your bed, the black one with the pink pentagram on it. Everyone followed, sitting on your rug in a circle, Copia following nervously and sitting in the circle across from you.

“Have you ever played this?” You asked Copia.

“Ehm.. No.” He responded shyly, wringing his gloved hands in his lap, his plump lower lip bitten and flushed a delicious shade.

Oh Satan, what had the Cardinal gotten himself into?

•𖤐•

You had a few black candles burning around the room, and of course your Ghoul Friend candle from Bath & Body Works. The sweet scent filled the air, flames glowing and creating a pretty ambiance around the room.

The game started off pretty tame, with just dumb girly things. Ava dared you to do a flip on the bed, which you executed immaculately, and you dared Emily to snip off a little piece of her hair. Mable dared you to hold your nose and sing part of a song, which had you chanting a particularly nasally rendition of, “Belial…. Behemoth…. Beelzebub! …Asmodeus…. Satanas…. Lucifer!”

You couldn’t get past that part before you all burst out laughing. Even Copia, as nervous as he was, found it to be quite amusing.

The Cardinal had wracked his brain to try and think of something, and he finally dared you to say the first word that came to mind.

“Fuck!” You’d shouted, immediately clapping a hand over your mouth as another chorus of wild giggles filled the room.

“I dare you to leave.” Emily told Copia.

“I dare you to stay!” You countered when he began getting up.

And after a while of picking dare, you decided to pick truth.

“Do you have a crush on Rob?” Emily asked, causing the Cardinal to perk up.

“Um. Does it seem like I have a crush on Rob?” You raised your eyebrow incredulously.

“Answer the question.”

You could feel everyone’s intense eyes on you, especially Copia’s. He awaited your answer on bated breath, admittedly nervous to hear the truth. He knew you didn’t exactly act like you liked Rob, but some people behave that way when they do like someone. Copia thought that, perhaps by being nice to him and snubbing Rob, maybe you were just trying to make Rob jealous and tease him. Copia’s biggest fear was that your kindness towards him might be part of some kind of cruel trick.

“Of course I don’t.” You scoffed, and the Cardinal released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Truth or dare?” Mable asked you, and once again you picked truth.

“What exactly don’t you like about him?” She asked curiously.

You shrugged. “Honestly? He’s just not my type.”

Copia was relieved, but also intrigued. It seemed as though everybody thought Rob was particularly handsome, with that perfectly styled dirty blonde hair, muscular build, tall height, and winning smile. It left the Cardinal wondering… if you didn’t like Rob, who did you fancy?

“Alright let’s kick it up a notch, dare me to do something disgusting or whatever.” You laughed, wanting some excitement.

“Alright, I have a gross one for you.” Emily smirked deviously, catching your interest. “I dare you to kiss the rat man. On the lips.”

The other sisters immediately gasped in horror, while Copia’s eyes grew as wide as cherry pies. His gaze whipped to you, trying to gauge your reaction, before staring down at his lap, trembling and ridden with anxiety.

“Emily, don’t make her do that!” Lilith whisper-yelled.

“Well she asked for a gross one, so there ya go.” Emily defended herself with a shrug.

“Yeah, but-” Ava began to whine, all of the girls giving you their sympathies, not even considering the way it would make Copia feel. They were acting like kissing him would be the worst punishment on earth. The poor man felt terrible about himself; even more so than usual.

The sisters were so busy lamenting on your behalf, and the Cardinal was so busy feeling guilty, that none of them even noticed you getting up and crossing the circle until you were already standing over Copia where he was sitting criss-cross applesauce.

Seeing your bare legs in his peripheral vision, he slowly looked up up up your legs, past your sinfully tiny shorts and cropped pyjama shirt, until he was staring at you with wide, sorrowful eyes; once again nervously twisting his gloves in his lap.

The room fell silent, and without a word you slowly sank down to straddle his lap. Your hands found his shoulders, and for a few moments you did nothing, only observing as he grew more and more anxious under your stare. Your fingertips ghosted down his arms, taking his gloved hands and placing them on your hips. Copia’s breath hitched at that, his whole body going stiff as he gazed fearfully into your eyes, but he didn’t dare move a muscle.

Your eyes swept over his pretty face. How cute, his deep blush made his little freckles more prominent.

Your lack of movement and the way you were studying him had Copia on edge, his heart pounding louder and harder with each passing second. He truly did feel guilty that you were being forced into doing this, and he was just about to tell you not to feel obligated when suddenly you were bringing a gentle hand up to stroke your fingers along the cleft of his chin, his jaw, his cheek. Your fingertips danced along his sideburn, and after a moment you were knocking the biretta off his head.

It hit you then that you’d never seen him without his biretta before; and sweet Satan his hair was gorgeous. It was thick and fluffy, and he wore it slicked back. Once a dark chestnut brown, it was now greying; with lighter little silvery wisps coming in near his temples. You grinned to yourself, realizing that his hair was the same colour as an agouti rat’s fur.

You could feel the timid Cardinal’s hands trembling where they rested on your hips, and he flinched when you delicately cupped his flushed face in your hands.

He was beginning to panic as you slowly leaned in, your eyes half lidded, tip of your nose brushing against his. What should he do? He had never kissed a girl before, he didn’t know how, didn’t have time to practice and now he was going to make a fool of himself to you. Oh, Satan, how mortifying. He was a 50 year old man and he had no idea how to kiss. He could speak Latin and perform rituals, but all of that seemed dismally, frightfully irrelevant now. How could he know how to do those things when he didn’t even know how to kiss? He really was pathetic, wasn’t he?

His mind was racing a mile a minute, but then you finally closed the gap, pressing your delicious lips to his, and Copia swore he felt an electric shock run through his entire body and short circuit his brain.

The Cardinal felt lightheaded, already drunk off you, off your intoxicating perfumed scent, afraid he might faint right then and there. You tenderly moved your lips against his, and he let out something between a soft gasp and a whimper when your tongue darted out to swipe across his delicious lips. When his mouth opened, you took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, a little moan slipping out of you.

Copia’s mismatched eyes had rolled back and fluttered closed, feeling oh so helpless against your sinfully sweet ministrations. He was still worried about not knowing what to do, but the way you were sucking on his tongue had him letting out a pathetic little whimper of surprise. You softly hummed in satisfaction. He tasted like cherry coke, while the Cardinal noted that you tasted like bubblegum.

Now, this. This was a first kiss. There would be no doubt in Copia’s mind after this; no wondering, no technicalities. He could hardly believe he was finally having his first kiss. And with you, the girl of his dreams. Copia felt like the luckiest man on earth. And just when he thought it was over, you kept going; tangling your fingers into his soft hair, tugging slightly before hungrily sucking his plump bottom lip into your mouth.

You swallowed each and every one of his little moans, humming in delight as you devoured him. Your sweet Cardinal gasped as you nipped at his lip, subsequently deepening the kiss once more so your tongue could swirl around his again.

Your friends all looked on in a mixture of horror and morbid curiosity, wincing as they watched you make out with Copia in earnest. Even Emily felt bad; she had only meant for you to simply peck him on the lips, but you were going above and beyond.

You elicited yet another wonderful moan from Copia as you sucked his tongue right into your mouth, getting frisky and biting at him a bit harder, the feeling of his moustache against your skin driving you crazy with need. What was once a deep and sensual kiss was slowly growing more passionate.

Alarm bells rang in the poor Cardinal’s head once more as he noticed the maddening throbbing between his legs, realizing in a panic that his cock was fully hard and pressed right against you. Surely you could feel it, since you were just wearing those tiny little silk shorts. How embarrassing. It was leaking precum like a faucet, making a sticky mess in his pants, so hard and sensitive that it was almost becoming painful. And as you continued kissing him it felt like he would cum.

You did, in fact, feel the thick, hard length of his cock pushing against you, but you resisted the urge to grind on him because you relished in the fact that the little perv had gotten so hard just from kissing you.

Copia’s big cock just couldn’t stop twitching in his pants, all for you you you. You and those beautiful lips, that sinfully delicious tongue. You were candy, sugary sweet, and the Cardinal was hopelessly addicted.

Oh, Lucifer below! He almost came just then but thankfully he was able to hold himself back. It was really getting him going, the way you kissed him so deeply, so thoroughly. You always acted as if you weren’t disgusted or annoyed or repelled by him, but poor Copia definitely thought that your true feelings would come out when faced with this challenge. He thought you were going to wince, bracing yourself while giving him the quickest kiss on the lips, before wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. The Cardinal had never been so thrilled about being wrong.

Finally, you pulled away for air; a thick, glistening string of saliva still connecting the both of you. Copia’s eyes fluttered open, the poor man was dazed and confused as you both stared at each other, panting. You leaned in again, pressing a soft little kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another, followed by you nipping at his lower lip once more, causing the Cardinal to let out a pathetically shaky little moan.

You glanced downward then, toward the obscene bulge that was pressing right into your pussy.

“Pervert.” You murmured with a smirk.

Copia’s eyes widened, crimson cheeks burning bright with humiliation as everything came crashing down. He was absolutely horrified that you could actually feel it. But, Satanas, you were right. He was a pervert, he was he was he was. A 50 year old man getting all worked up and horny over being kissed by a daisy-fresh, young little thing like you. And all because your friend had dared you to do this, no less. Copia felt like a dirty old man, ashamed of himself.

As you stood, the man became painfully aware of how tight his grip was on your hips once he was forced to let go. You hoped you’d have marks there the next day. You left him, then, with tousled hair, bruised lips, and glossy eyes. Not to mention, an undoubtedly painful erection which Copia scrambled to hide, adjusting his cassock and placing his hands over his lap as an attempt to conceal the large bulge.

Both your and his lips were deliciously swollen; shiny and spit-slicked, and the Cardinal could hardly believe his eyes as you licked your mixed saliva off your lips instead of wiping it off with your hand. The other sisters winced, glancing among themselves in disgust.

“Truth or dare, Rat?” You asked with a smirk.

“T-t-t-truth, please.” He stuttered.

“Was that your first kiss?” You got straight to the point. And, oh, you knew it was cruel to expose the poor man like this in front of all your mean friends. But you just couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t know for sure, but judging by his ultra timorous demeanour, you could only assume that your dear Cardinal had never been intimate with anyone before.

The poor man looked at you with puppy dog eyes, still dazed and in shock from the kiss, but you just weren’t letting him catch a break from your relentless teasing.

“S-si, it… It was.” Copia answered honestly, ashamed and humiliated and admittedly so needy for you. He stared down at his lap, wringing his hands. He wished he had the guts to dare you to kiss him again.

“Really?? Your first ever kiss?” You gasped. “How old are you again?” You asked coyly.

“E-ehm-” Copia looked taken aback by your question. “F-f-f-fifty…” He murmured quietly, shame written all over his precious, flushed face.

You grinned triumphantly, relishing in his delicious anguish. “Did you like it?” You dared to ask.

Your friends all stared at you, utterly puzzled, growing more confused by the second. They genuinely couldn’t tell if you were flirting with the man, or if this was your own special way of torturing him.

Copia swallowed nervously, biting his lip trepidatiously before his painted eyes timidly met your gaze once more.

“Y-yes.” He nodded.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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[prodigal-explorer]

specific things i’ve seen tss fans do that make me hate this fandom:

(disclaimer: a lot of this fandom is great but oh my lord i just have to show some of y’all how your behavior affects others because it’s atrocious)

please read this guys because chances are you or someone you know has done at least one of these things because they’re so rampant in this fandom it’s crazy-

1. sending death threats and calling somebody a “boot licker” and a “d-rider” for defending thomas’ silence about the war. like he shouldn’t be saying anything about the war unless he knows enough to have authority on it??? he’s a privileged white man who lives in a place where the war is not taking place. what productive thing would he be able to say about the war?? leave the man alone, he’s not a politician or a military general. if he did say something, it would probably be misinformation. stop acting like you’re some saint because you’re using bullying tactics to make yourself feel more woke.

2. writing aggressive posts about stuff thomas does that is not an issue. what i mean is that he does deserve to be called out if he fucks up (like the whole thing with underpaying his employees), but i saw a post where someone was using super aggressive language because thomas said he was “being delusional” in a short and someone was on their high horse about how thomas was “being insensitive to people who have mental disorders that involve delusions.” like…please go outside. anyone can have a delusion. and if thomas does make a REAL mistake that actually matters, there are better ways to go about it than spewing hate and name calling. he tries very hard and actively patches up mistakes as well as he can, which is more than what can be said about most cis white male celebrities.

3. blatant racism. i’ve been told by white people that my views on poc headcanons are wrong. like i’m a poc??? i would know more than you??? and i try to be nice about it?? so don’t attack me for saying that there’s nothing wrong with race headcanons as long as they’re done in a respectful way? or that just because roman speaks spanish one time doesn’t automatically make him latino and that’s actually a pretty racist assumption? just trust poc fanders. WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT BECAUSE WE EXPERIENCE RACISM ON A DAILY BASIS. white people will never know what it’s like. so stop acting like it. that’s a huge issue in this fandom.

4. a LOT of aphobia. there’s this concept going around that’s like “oh the sides could be ace because they’re not human so they don’t get romance!” like…babes let’s step back and look that over…cuz ace people aren’t ace because they don’t “understand” sex. that’s infantilizing and dehumanizing. it’s possible to be ace just because you don’t want sex in a conventional way. the sides are not a vessel for your aphobia.

5. SO MUCH RUDENESS WHEN IT COMES TO CHARACTER CRITICISM. the amount of death threats i’ve gotten just because i hate patton??? like PLEASE. i’m allowed to hate a character!! i have trauma and patton reminds me of horrible people in my life who did horrible things to me! he’s like a carbon copy of them in my mind! and even if i didn’t have trauma, it would still be valid because patton is a flawed character! there is nothing bad or wrong about dissecting a character’s unkind actions??? that’s just basic analysis. like i ADORE roman and you don’t see me wishing death upon people who don’t like him??? i just block and move on or i hear them out!! because discussion about the flaws of a character you like isn’t a personal attack!!! people NEED to get that in their heads cuz it’s so frustrating when people take it so personally and actively seek it out just to get mad at it.

[pastel-omegas-blog]

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness. Porn with plot? ( For the love of God you have been warned)

Chapter one

The loud ringing of  holy bells sent an uproar of excitement through the capital city.  

People of different species. Humans, Elves and beast folk all  gathered at the city square, their throats going sore from letting out cheers of  joy.

Young women and children throw flower petals into the air, men laughing merrily and breaking out into songs that told scared stories and sang praises to their most high, their scents all merging together to create a sweet smell of flowers and honey a scent of pure unfiltered happiness as the made their way to the Temple .

It was finally here.

After waiting for twenty five long years for the sun to clock perfectly into position the Siveria  Empire could finally celebrate the one who created their bountiful, vast and rich lands. The one who had been watching over them from for the very beginning, giving them plentiful harvest and good weather for majority of the year round. 

         ‡ †The Sun goddess Åpollonia† ‡ 

The beautiful dark skinned woman, who was born from a drop of pure sunlight falling into the rich earth and had risen with a heart as pure as gold, giving life and blessings to the domain under her rule. And now on the day of her birth as the Holy scriptures hard marked down, it was only fair that those under her protection would all gather to worship her and show their gratitude, singing her praises and sharing testimonies of her miracles.

 Who better to lead the whole week long festival than the child of light she appointed herself ? The saint who the goddess had graciously given them so they may continue to learn  how to be pure of heart and follow the ways of righteousness.

 The pride gemstone of their empire, a beacon of hope to the common people, who found it heart warming that a noble would leave the comfort of their wealth to come and educate and care for them. He was viewed as the epitome of perfection by the Siveria temple, being blessed to control sun and light månå.  Two very rare månå elements that could decide to show up  once in four generations, had been combined and was now being wielded by the man.

It wasn't much of a surprise since he was born into a prestigious Noble family, known for creating prodigies in mastery of swordplay, mystic and magic, but even with that he was already classified as a genius never before seen in his family or the Empires history, his skills going on to even rival that of the imperial family.

All these skills given to just one man. And an omega at that.  

That had been a let down at some point. The people had wanted a big strong alpha filled with charisma that could lead the people on the path of righteousness with a strong will, like all the previous saints. but after a while they grow to adore the soft spoken and kind male, who's  charms and caring personality were alluring to the eyes and sweet scent calmed even the rowdiest of folks to become soft mellow beings, despite his soft appearance, he had a strong voice that only fueled the people's belief and strengthened their resolve to do better for their beloved Empire and their glorious goddess. He was a person the people turned to for closure, for advice, for more teachings. He worked harder than all of his predecessor combined.

  He someone that had all  the people smitten by him, someone they could look upon without a doubt  and proudly say he was their  ' ØURÅ '

                       † SAVIOUR †

After everything he had done for them, they believed he deserved a  title befitting of his position.  Saint L/N was a blessing the people believed was too good for them.

The crowd gathered at the temple all holding their breaths in anticipation as they waited for the heavy wooden oak  doors decorated in ancient golden carvings to open, so the ceremony could officially start. 

Slowly but gradually the heavy doors pushed open, all falling silent as they entered the sacred marble building.  Quickly the crowd made their way to mass hall, bowing their heads to show respect to the giant golden statue that had been carved in the likeness of their goddess, then going to find seats so they could start the festival off with a  prayer and standing in the middle of the huge room, next to the alter to greet the people on this special day was none other than the Head priest himself.  A tall man standing at 6'0 and dressed in the ceremonial white and gold robes for the special occasion, his long silver hair braided neatly so they wouldn't get in his face, making his grey eyes visible, his thin peach lips pulled into a calm smile.

Caleb Treavon.

The first Head priest ever from a commoner background and the youngest one at just the tender age of 29 ( very young since until him all the other priest got their position in their early forties ). And he had  was a beta. That was a recipe for disaster

There had been much debate during his debut, and at a point even assassination attempts were made on his life, but once they saw they couldn't forcefully get rid of him they mellowed down and started to spread rumors. Whispers going about the air. ' He's far to young ' they cried out ' A commoner?!! He's not well educated the Holy temple will lose its prestige and fall. What was the former head thinking? ' they wailed. ' Not to worry. It's only a matter of time before he steps down. He will soon realize that such a hard job wasn't meant for someone like him. He's just s boy with his mind lost in the clouds '. They sneered and then they mocked, all patiently waiting for the young man to drop and give up, only to watch in horror, distaste and very few in awe as he shattered their expectations. He established new laws in the temple and destroyed the old ones that treated commoners like dirt and favoured the nobles more. He said. 

 " Everyone is Equal in the eyes of the goddess and they shall be treated so in her holy ground "

His actions caused  the Nobles rage, but He had already won the support and heart of the common folk and his brave display during the harsh attempts on his life and finding a middle ground between the two social classes made the Emperor bestow him with a medal of bravery, that made him untouchable.  He had achieved so much at such a young age and the people grow to love and adore him, the only person more respected than him other than the imperial family was of course Saint L/N. No one would ever be able to compare to their lovely omegan saint.

Caleb's smile grow even more as the crowd of people cheered for him, but with a flick of his right hand they all immediately fell into perfect silence.

The way they obeyed immediately sent a surge of power and smugness through him​ 

He cleared his throat before his loud voice resonated through the huge building.

" Dear brothers and sisters. Children of Åpollonia. I graciously welcome you all to the opening of the 874 Sun ceremony. We all managed to live to see such a blessed day and for that we have only to the goddess to thank for "

thr congregation erupted into a soft appulse , before they all fell into a silent prayer, reciting ' the song of doves ' a prayer point from the holy book.

Once their attention was back on him Caleb continued.

" During this festival we usually have a member from the imperial family open  with us, but the imperial court has been facing some difficulties lately, so that will not be happening today "

A mummer  rushed through the crowd. They were used to the nobility not joining them because of the class difference,but the imperial family was a different matter. They were the monarchs of the empire and not even one of them being free to attend such an important event called for worry. Was the Empire going to war, was a famine happening? What could be going on?

" Not to worry though, the crown prince will arrive later to greet you during the sun drop event..... "

the crowd visibly relaxed a little

" But until then the rest of the ceremony will be blessed by the presence of our Lovely Saint L/N, who has managed to spare enough time from his busy schedule to be available through this week's long festival "

whatever worry the people had left disappeared as an excited chattering took over the once gloomy hall.

' oh my goodness?! Saint L/N is coming?? '

' Uwwah~ That's so cool!! I thought we would only be able to see him during the last day '

' Can you believe he made time in his busy schedule just to start the sun ceremony with us?  His heart really is made of gold '

' My heart is pounding so fast that I think if I see his beautiful face now I might die from a heart attack ' 

' Who needs the imperial family if we can see our lovely saint everyday of through out this week. They should miss more of the important festivals then if this is always going to be the outcome '

 Another hand in the air was enough to silence the people once more and the beta male's grow more.

" Yes. So without further ado.....

       WE WELCOME HIS HOLINESS , THE  FIFTEENTH SAINT GIVEN TO US BY THE GODDESS ÅPOLLONIA....  "

The huge white doors on  the farther side  of the room opened and everyone watched as a thick red carpet rolled down to the alter, followed by two lovely little rabbit hybrid girls,  dressed in matching pure white silk dresses and flower baskets in their hands. They giggled softly to each other as they dropped rose petals on the carpet leaving a lovely trail of flower petals behind them.

After the girls had made their way to the alter they both held hands and cutely courtesied to the crowd, drawing an appulse from the people, before they ran to one of the temple attendants, the giggling happily as their care taker picked them up to join the other temple children in the backroom.

The room fell into silence as the sweet and calming scent of  lilac and cherries wafted into the air. He was finally here.

A dainty figure walked in, the robe he wore following behind him and hiding his delicate form. For such an important figure the robe he wore was simple, but the gold embroidery designs on the material made him look elegent. In his right hand he held the Sun drop staff, the staff said to be created from the same drop of sunlight as Åpollonia herself and an ancient artifact that has be passed down to all saints/saintesses through the ages and he held it with pride and dignity

It looked as if he was floating on air as walked towards the alter. The people watched awestruck, their gazes never leaving his form and even with everyone watching him like a hawk, the smile on his lush pink lips never faltered. 

How could they not though?

Milky white skin.

Rosey pink hair

Diamond like blue violet eyes

He was an angel.

       

    His Holiness Saint Oriol L/N truly was an angel sent by the goddess herself.

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" M/N! M/N! Did you see us? " a small red haired rabbit girl squealed as she hugged her s/c caretakers side a big grin on her on her face.

"Yeah! Yeah! Did you see us? We led the pretty saint in with the pretty dresses the head priest bought for us " another rabbit girl added, her long blonde hair bouncing around her as she jumped up, her small hands gripping his robes tightly,

" Oh of course I did Penelope you were so cute, you too Annabelle. You both  are turning into lovely ladies "  the e/c male praised , making the two kits giggle around him, as they followed him to the common room. Their laughter making the baby in the baby in the h/c male's arms squeal in excitement despite not knowing what was going on, the action making M/N smile.

They walked further to a rather secluded place in the huge building, stopping in front of a large door, excited chattering could be heard on the other side. Shifting the pup gently in his arms to free up his other arm, opening the door he couldn't help how his heart melted at the sight before him.

Children running around in a rather small room with bunk beds, laughing and playing games with each other. It stung when he remembered they had been denied of being present for the opening of the ceremony.

 After all nobody wanted to associate with the children of criminals. The offspring of  traitors  who betrayed the Empire. Even though they were all to young to properly understand what was going on, yet they were still being judged for the sins of their parents.

The chatter died down as the children turned to look at who was at the door, their tense shoulders immediately they saw their sisters and baby brother, their loving caretaker standing calmly behind them with his usually sweet smile not one of those mean monks.

The silence lasted for a few moments, before they all cheered and rushed towards them, gushing over the girls and asking questions.

" oooh~ your dresses are so pretty! Did you really walk the saint to the alter ? " Phoebe a cute little elf girl asked, her purple eyes filled with awe as she gripped the book she had been formerly reading closer to her chest,  and penelope puffed up her chest in pride  nodding eagerly " uh huh. Me and Annabelle pulled out roses and spread them on the carpet for him " the red head said her green eyes glimmering with a smug look as she put her hands on her hips.

" Yeah. Yeah. See? My hands still smell like roses " Annabelle said bringing her hands forward and Phoebe smelled them, nodding her head in agreement. " Yeah they really do. Wow it must have been nce to do that " the elf girl said, her usually preppy voice lowering down a bit, and M/N couldn't stop his smile from falling a bit at her disheartened look.  " Don't worry FiFi I'm sure we'll be able to go out for the festival ceremony this event, so cheer up "  the girl perked up as a hand touched her shoulder, her smile coming back as she saw the source of the nice words. " Mmhm. Yeah your right Robin. Then we'll be able to see the fireworks too " phoebe gushed excitedly, penelope and Annabelle joining her, making the older boy laugh. " See that's the spirit " he added as the three girls started dancing around him in a ring, joining in when they dragged him along. The petite s/c male watched laughing when they fell down in a pile, their playfulness causing the baby in his arms to giggle at the sight as he stretched his chubby arms towards their direction. " Their a rowdy bunch aren't they " a soft voice said, causing M/N too grin as he recognized the voice. " Are you sure Sophia ? You know, I can still remember having to climb up the oak tree in  temple garden to get you off because you got stuck in and couldn't get down. None of them have gotten to that level of mischievousness yet " the h/c man teased the tween black haired girl by his side, making her huff. Her cheeks turning red.

" I... I saw a Cryter bird a..and I got curious. T.. that's d.. different " the girl huffed out crossing her arms around her chest, making her guardian chuckle. " Hah! As if. You wanted to beat me in a tree climbing contest and obviously I won. You just got to scared to climb down on your own like the big baby you are. " Sophia's face burst into deep cherry red colour as she turned over to glare at the person mocking her, her stare hardening at the smug look like on his face.

" Shut it Tobi! I wasn't scared. L..like I said I got distracted and stop calling me a baby! " Her words only made the dark skin boy laugh, her blush growing worse at his actions and she stopped over to him,and the began their usual petty and bicker.

M/N shook his head softly at the sight, but his smile never left as he watched the children with found eyes. " Your big brothers and sisters look like their having fun, right Louis? " He whispered gently to the baby in his arms, causing the pup to smile at him, showing his pink gums.

Despite everything they had gone through they all still managed to be playful kids, no trauma from their past being strong enough to hold them down and M/N wished he could do more for them because of that. Wished he could give them all the childhood they were entitled to enjoy. And he was getting closer to it too.

He was happy the Head priest had listened to his suggestion, using the girls to introduce the saint. It was cute and it would tempt people to try and adopt the children staying in the temple. They needed better homes, as much as it would break his heart to see them leave he knew it was for the best.

A loud cough behind him snapped him out of his thoughts and made him flinch, the noise startling the children in the room and the pup in the omega's arms, making the h/c male start to rock him before he started crying.

The faint scent of mint and lime filled his nose and M/N felt his stomach tie itself it knots as he realized who it was. He turned around and bowed at superior, not raising it up until he was given permission and e/c eyes looked up to meet condescending blue ones

Ezekiel Mist

A recessive alpha that tended to be mistaken as an omega due to his feminine face and ' soft ' scent, but coming from the influential Mist household, ( a house known to birth only alphas ) quickly made people abandon the thought. He was seen as someone who had good morals, because  he gave up his lavish life style to help with running the Temple. A well recognize member of the temple who was known for being a perfectionist and followed the rules.

His dedication earned him the spot of being Saint L/N's personal assistant, despite having joined the temple only a year ago. He was well respected among the other members of the temple and the treated them well enough. Well all of them except M/N, but then again no one in the whole temple usually gave the s/c male the time of day.

Ezekiel stared at the smaller male and the pup a bit longer before his eyes trailed to look inside the room, the emotion in  his eyes turning to disgust for a brief moment, then going back to normal as he looked back to the s/c nun, clicking his tongue at his disheveled state.

His one size to big uniform was a mess of wrinkles and baby powder and he reeked of milk. His hair was going every where and the dark bag under his eyes was an indication that he hadn't been getting any proper sleep. Ezekiel's lips formed a sneer at the sight.

" M/N. I thought I told you to get ready by one? Your the one in charge of looking after the sitting arrangements for the nobles, then going through the files sent by the imperial court, after that the elder monks need you to go to harbor side and retrieve their order of Rose thorn essence for the cleansing ceremony tommorow morning. With how long you've been learning under the temple anyone would think you would have learned to prioritize your time by now "

The h/c male stood their not saying a word as he waited for the man to finish talking, occasionally letting out apologies. He needed to stay calm. The children were watching, he didn't need them getting in trouble because of his silly mistake.

Ezekiel let out a frustrated sigh and brought his hand to rub his temples, muttering under his breath " No wonder lord L/N decided to disown you, completely useless in every way possible. " The comment made M/N go stiff, his past flashing through his eyes for a split second and he felt his throat go dry.

The children could only watch the scene unfold to scared to speak up. The youngest on the group hid behind the three older ones, tears streaming down their cheeks as they tried to block out the man's harsh words.

Once the blue haired recessive finished the omega nodded his head in obedience, handing louis over to Sophia, his chest growing tight as he noticed the frightened look on their faces, but his hands were to tied to try and comfort them, he could only send a calming smile their way  as he walked out. 

" Oh and make sure none of them leave this room, the sight of them during the festival could stir up unwanted trouble " M/N's e/c hues widened in panic.

This hadn't been part of the deal he had with the Head priest a month ago. He promised after doing all those a necessary task, and arrangements ( instead of using the money the imperial family had sent for the occasion )  that he would allow the children to leave for the festival this night. That had been their damn agreement. He opened his mouth to protest, but the icy look sent his way made him close it just as fast and he weakly nodded his head in agreement, watching helplessly as the taller male walked away.

The words made Penelope, Annabelle and Phoebe cried louder, their vioces making Louis start to whimper and join in. Sophia,Robin and Tobi tried to calm them down, but M/N didn't miss the crestfallen look on their faces and his heart squeezed tightly at the sight.

He begrudgingly closed the door and started walking away.  He had work to do. But first..............

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Standing in front of the huge doors M/N took in a deep breath, trying to calm his beating heart.  His hands shaking making the silver tray in his grasp shake a bit,the contents in it almost spilling. All he had to do was drop the tray and get out. Balancing the tray in one hand he used the other to knock on the door, almost immediately a soft voice told him to come in. Wanting to get this over with he entered.

On the other side of the door was a study. The walls painted a soft white and gold colour with ornate paintings covering the ceiling.  White marble tiles plastered on the ground. Tall shelf's filled with books could be seen at every corner of the room, a lounge chair with cream coloured leather was placed next to a huge open window, the soft sun rays spilling into the room and in the center of it all was a pure white mahogany desk, with stacks of paper work resting on it's surface and seated behind the desk was none other than the holy Saint himself.a warms smile on his lips as his jewel eyes watched the smaller male enter.

" May the sun keep you guarded and blessed your holiness " the smaller omega greeted, bowing his head, his actions making a huff leave the pink haired male's lips.

" Come M/N. I've told you to stop calling me by my title when it's just the two of us. You should call me by my name " Oriol said softly, his voice almost having a scolding tone to it as he watched the h/c male set the tray in his hands in front of him, his sharp eyes not missing how he flinched at his request.

" I'm sorry , but I can't do that my holiness. That's disrespectful and I might get in trouble for it. The walls have ears " the h/c man replied, not missing how the larger omega's lips fell into a scowl for a moment, quickly reverting back to his calm smile. Bowing to the seated male, standing up and trying to get to the door so he could leave, only to hear papers crashing the ground and a small gasp following it followed by a flurry of apologies.

" I'm so sorry M/N I wanted to eat and work at the same time, I didn't mean to honest. Could you please help me ? "

     Not like you can refuse.

It was something the two of them knew, and forcing a smile on his face M/N shook his head as he walked over to the scattered pile on the floor. " It's not a problem your holiness,  you must be stressed because you've been so busy. There's no need to beat yourself over it " the s/c nun said as he bent down to gather the pile, trying to ignore the eyes fixed on his from.

Gathering the last visible paper M/N tried to stand up only for Oriol's voice to stop him. " Ah. Sorry but some papers fell under the bookshelf, could you please get them for me? " The pink haired male asked innocently smiling at him as he brought the teacup to his lips to take a sip and for a split second the h/c male regretted not dropping the poison he had into the drink. Nodding his head M/N lowered his upper body to the ground as he glanced under the shelf, his back arching upwards, making his hips go up in the air, his usually oversized uniform hugging his form and showing off his curves for a few moments, before the smaller male sat up, a frown on his plump lips. " There's nothing  here sir " he said waiting for a reply, receiving a shocked look first then a sheepish smile.

" Really? Ah then I'm sorry, I've wasted your time haven't I ? " M/N tried to speak up to get cut off. " No no. I know your busy yet I still kept you here. Look how bout I make it up to you later ? " Again the s/c male tried to protest but was cut off.

" I insist M/N. I expect you to be in my chambers around ten. I have something to give you, also we need to have a talk about the children under you care. It would be in your best interest of you came. Besides I have a letter from Father~ "

What followed after those words was a tense silence, then a defeated sigh. " I will see to it your holiness " M/N replied dropping the neatly stacked papers on the desk before quickly walking out, closing the door softly behind him.

Once he was outside in the hallway, the petite male resisted the urge to scream. His brother could never take no for an answer, he always found a way to get what he wanted.

M/N could bet he was just going to gloat and mock him behind closed doors, tell him how much of a failure he was. Tell him how he was a stain to the family name.  

He could bare it. This wouldn't be the first time someone had done. He could handle it. He just needed to be strong. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he quickly hurried away. 

He had work to do.

 Firstly to the harbor for the herbs

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It was almost 10:56 when  M/N stumbled finished his duties and managed to put the children to sleep, soothing them was a hard task when they could hear the fireworks and celebration happening from the room. Louis was the hardest to calm down, the pup was angry and it took longer than it usually would to calm him down.

The petite omega was sore all over, once he was done with this damn meeting he was going to take a cold bath and take off the stupid scent collar he had around his neck them have a well deserved sleep until three the next morning when this brutal cycle will begin all over again.

The side of temple that belonged to Oriol was heavily  guarded knights at every corner. Monks could be spotted roaming around the place awake to keep vigil on this holy night, the smell of rosemary herbs burning in the air to ward off evil.  Only the best protection for the Empire's most prized possession.

Gulping down his anxiety , he walked down the hallway, his gaze on the ground, trying his best not to flinch at the harsh gazes directed towards him.

Taking in a deep breath he ran over the plan in his head. He just needed to apologize for being late and get this whole ordeal over with.  He stopped when he reached his destination, his form  shrinking at the sight of the two heavily armoured knights standing guard at in front of the door. Gulping down his fear the omega spoke up. 

" U..uum I'm here to see his Holiness. H..he requested for me earlier today " he managed to stutter out, wincing at how shaky his own voice sounded. The guards stared at him, seeing his description matches to the one they were given they moved aside and let him pass, said male quickly entered the room wanting to be away from their judging eyes.

The door closed behind him with a loud thud and M/N let out a sigh of relief, the relief quickly dying as the strong smell of phermones along scent of lust and silck filled his nose violently snapping him out of his thoughts as he coughed trying to clear up the smell and desperately trying to take in a breath of fresh air and failing miserablely as all he could inhale were more phermones.

What was going on? 

He has been so focused on trying to breathe that he hadn't noticed anything else in the room. A very loud wanton moan echoing in the huge space did that for him.

The sound made his s/c cheeks turn red in embarrassment and he tried to process things at a more faster rate, all thoughts dying as he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

There was the blessed Saint of the Freverian Empire, the one said to be as pure as lamb, completely undressed. His normally neat and tidy hair sticking to his sweaty face, his clear milky pale skin covered in purple and red bruises from his neck to his chest, rosy pink buds hard and seeking any form of attention. His dick standing erect between his thighs and M/N couldn't help but notice he was larger than the average omega, those factors were shocking yes, but the icing on the cake was that the pink haired male had his ass and mouth stuffed with the cocks of two other larger male's and if the loud moans spilling from his lips indicated anything it seemed he was enjoying himself

Very much

 Other than the saint's slutty moans ,the sound of skin slapping against skin , squelching noises and the hard creaking of the king sized bed were echoing in the room and how he didn't even hear the noise before he didn't know, but one thing was for sure he needed to leave. Yet he couldn't find the strength to tear his eyes away from the seen, his e/c eyes glowing with curiosity as he watched. 

 Even though Oriol's skin was marked it still had that eternal look to it, seeming to glow in the moonlight spilling in through the open windows though to the smile shin of sweat, his eyes trailing lower to watch how his ass seemed to swallow the member entering him without any difficulties, his round ass jiggling everytime he took the man's dick to the hilt, his soft skin smacking the knot  of the man underneath him, as everytime he slammed back down harder it seemed like it would actually slip in and keep him in place. E/c trailed up, wincing a bit when he noticed the huge bulge in his throat as the pretty male wrapped his lips around the other male's cock. The same lips he would use to smile innocently at the crowds of people during parades while preaching words of the holy book. The peoples precious Saint commuting such a sin on the very first night of the sun ceremony.

M/N knew he was supposed to leave, slam the door open and run away from this place, but he just couldn't tear his gaze away from the pink haired male as his eyes trailed upwards only to freeze as he felt his heart drop to his stomach, his already dry throat going parched.

Staring back at him was blue violet eyes that seemed amused? The way he lowered his eyes making pink lashes flutter gently on his cheeks gave him an even more seductive look. With how focused his gaze was he  probably been watching the petite h/c male since he first entred and thought made M/N's blushed grow worse.  Oriol knew he had been there since the very beginning yet he didn't stop, with how the flushed head of his cock seemed to be dripping out precum it seemed the attention on him turned him on even more. A tantalizing shock ran down the s/c male's spine and he could feel his underwear getting tighter.

He needed to leave. Now

Cursing at himself for staying so long he turned and tried to open the door realizing that no matter how much he pushed it pulled it wouldn't budge, if anything the noise only attracted the attention of the two larger male's in the room.

Oriol watched in amusement as the petite male tried to open the door, laughing in his head at how bad he was failing and decided he had teased him enough. He sild his mouth off the recessive's dick, releasing the pulsing appendage with a wet 'pop' sound, watching as it twicthed helplessly in the cold air covered in saliva and precum. To bad he had grown to bored of it to give the man his release. Ignoring the whimpering alpha in front of him, the smaller male pushed himself up from his sitting position, taking the other Alpha's dick out of him, ignoring the blond male's whine as he climbed down the bed.

A growl from him was enough warning for the two to not touch themselves, before he  sensually walked over to the still desperate h/c male, frowning when he noticed their was no scent on him, catching glimpse of the scent collar around his neck.

Oh well he could deal with it later, he had waited years for this moment, he could wait a few more for the stupid scent collar, but first....

Using his larger frame to his advantage, Oriol pinned M/N's hands to the door, leaning in closer to let his breath fan against his face, letting out his scent to try and intoxicate the more submissive male and get him to submit easily ( but he wouldn't mind a struggle, got his blood boiling ), leaning closer and purposely grinding his leaking cock on the s/c male's clothed ass, not caring about how he stained the fabric, as a groan left his lush lips feeling the soft skin of the others plump ass through his clothes.

His actions made M/N struggle harder a broken plea leaving his lips and Oriol laughed. Not the sweet laughter he gave to the people or his friends he considered close. It was cynical and mocking.​

" Ne~ your begging me to let you go, yet you were the one who just stood there while watching your younger brother get dicked down, and you even got hard from it? My my ~ I never knew you were such a pervert big brother. Sadly I can't let you go. We haven't discussed your punishment for coming late yet ~ "

The way the pink haired male purred out his words in such a silky soft voice only sent a cold shiver down the s/c male's spine and his struggling stopped for a moment to see the smug look behind him.

And for the second time in his life ever since the first incident, despite his angelic appearance, M/N saw Oriol as the devil he really was. 

Only this time he wasn't sure he would be able to escape.

Hi guys. So umm.... I have no excuse other than being horny. It's shitty I know , I know, but if I stay up all night because of this so will you. Still hope you like it.

* this story is actually on a hiatus on quotev because I lost the motivation for it, but I wanted to post the chapters I've written here. I hope you all enjoy *

[miss0atae]

Random thoughts about Dead Friend Forever episode 9:

Damn! I was waiting for today to get this new episode and I wasn't disappointed. It was such a ride again.

▪️ First of all, we need to talk about Tan... or should I say New?! Of course, it wasn't exactly a surprise because many people already guessed he was Non's brother, but we just didn't know who he was until now. I guess he looked pretty bland in the first episodes and then when we got to the flashback we didn't see him yet because he wasn't among the group when they bullied Non. Who would have thought, he would lied about his age to get in school, lied to his parents about being in England and basically being the mastermind behind the revenge against the group? I thought Phee would be the mastermind because he wanted to avenge the man he loved, but he was merely a follower. Tan/New is the one who wants revenge and he won't stop until he gets to know the truth. He doesn't mind pretending to be someone else and drugging all of them just to have answers. He is kind of unhinged and it's pretty understandably because he lost everything. I felt so bad for him because he feels guilty about not being a good brother enough to Non, but also not being a good enough son when he decided to lie to his parents to continue his quest in learning the truth. He doesn't know how to cope with the loss and the grieve he feels too (he lost his all family, how can you deal with that?!). It was heartbroken to see him slowly falling into madness because of all those emotions.

▪️ This episode not only centered around Tan/New and his family but also around Phee and his complicated relationship with Jin and Non. We saw that Phee avoided Non after he caught him with cop Keng. It took him a while to cool down before deciding to find Non and discovering his disappearance. That's how he met Tan/New who knew Non and Phee had a thing. They decided to team up to find the truth after reading the script he wrote for the short movie and how different it was from the final production. In this episode, Phee looked more like a follower into Tan/New's quest. He wants to know the truth but he is also torn between this revenge and his growing feelings for Jin. Indeed, he became close to him because he noticed how Jin reacted every time they mentioned Non but it is shown he started to feel something too. Even Tan noticed it and Phee had to brush it off by saying he still loves and misses Non. It must have been hard for him. I don't think caring for Jin meant he didn't care for Non. However, it is sure Tan/New would have not like it. So Phee rejected Jin by saying they were just friends, hurting his feeling. Too bad for Jin, he also learnt at that time about the fake news (because it is fake) about Non and Keng.

▪️ I know Jin did some really bad things to Non. He never really helped him when he was bully by the others and he filmed him (even if he didn't posted online, it was still a bad move). I almost forgot but he also lied about Non, not being with them (stupid move again). The story is not trying to paint him as a saint but at the same time, you can see it is also trying to make us like him. At least, it is working with me. I still feel really bad for Non. Poor Non never deserve anything that happened to him. However, I still want Jin to be able to redeem himself in any way. He had an instant attraction to Phee the first time he saw him (which I understand because Ta Nannakun is very handsome). He felt hard for him. Phee took him to the same lake he went with Non and that's where he told Jin he only bring people he likes over there . Even if at that time they were still "friends" I think it made Jin feel like he had a chance to become boyfriends. It led to their NC scene which was fierce. They were also a little kinky (Jin, I didn't know you weren't only vanilla). Good for them! After that, Phee became distant to Jin and to avoid being hurt they stopped being close until the present time where they went to Por's house.

▪️ In the present time, Phee almost told the truth to Jin. They still have lingering feelings for each other. It seems like it is eating away Phee's mind and Jin still don't understand why they can't be more. I almost choked when he thought Phee had something with Tan. Yeah they are working together to know what your group of a****** friends did to Non, but their relationship is strictly professional, don't worry Jin. That's where Jin started to hallucinate again, still feeling deeply guilty about Non. Phee didn't get to tell him the truth. I can't wait to know how he will react and what impact it is going to have for their relationship. I believe they are supposed to be end-game, but the series surprised me a lot so the dice are not cast, yet.

▪️ Back into the present time where Top drug-induced was beating Tee up until White (long time no see precious baby!) knocked him out. At the same time, Tan is fighting against Fluke who was also drugged. Basically everyone is drugged because it was Tan's plan all along so they would reveal the truth. I laughed when Phee asked Tan/New "This is not deadly, isn't it?" and it answered "This won't kill them". Guess what Por, you're just collateral damage. Opps! Well, he won't be missed. Tan/New probably didn't anticipating his little experience with hallucinating herbs would end up this way. It shows you must really think of everything before taking things into your own hands. The plan is not going into the right direction. It worked too well. They were really scared and thought they were cursed. So, is the killer real or is it just hallucination? If it's the case... does it mean the driver is not really dead? If he is dead, does it mean Tan/New created this trap and killed him? I'm not sure Tan/New thought about really killing anyone... Otherwise how could he get his answer?

The noose is tightening as we approach the end of the series. The next episode won't come out fast enough. I already can't wait to know the rest of the story.

[fizzingwizard]

Something else I love about Moomins...

When I was a kid, like nine or ten years old, I had a book called What Kay Did. In the book, Katy is a selfish and mean young girl, who falls off a swing and I think breaks her back or something. As a result, she can't walk, and is cooped up inside and miserable. Little by little, she learns how her nasty behavior made her siblings afraid of her and not want to be with her, and now that she can't go out and amuse herself, she's really dependent on them for fun. So she learns to be nice. She becomes almost saintly, really.

Then, near the end of the book, the family finds out that there's a possibility that Katy will be able to walk again. And instead of being happy for her, the siblings say, "But she's become so nice since she got hurt. If she heals, will she be mean again?" Fortunately, Katy both relearns how to walk, and stays nice, so everyone's happy.

I hated this book. And it's not like, as a kid, I wasn't familiar with moralizing children's books where the main character learned a lesson and grew into a better person. I knew exactly what the book was doing. I just hated it. And I also knew that the siblings weren't meant to be interpreted as cold and indifferent for their lack of enthusiasm on hearing Katy might walk again. It's probably realistic even, if you've been bullied by someone before, to worry that a return to the circumstances where they bullied you would trigger it again. Still I hated them. I hated the book for telling me Katy had to behave a certain way for her to deserve to walk. Even though the way she used to be was truly awful. And I hated the book for requiring me to sympathize with the siblings, who had been treated badly by Katy, when what I really thought was that their resistance her recovery, however brief, was worse than anything she'd done to them in the past.

I hated being told what to think. I hated being preached at about right and wrong. And more than anything, I hated that Katy went through a character arc so dramatic that, in the end, she was completely unrecognizable as the girl in chapter one. That was meant to be good thing, because chapter one Katy was an asshole. But even as a kid, I didn't believe people change that much. Katy ended up more or less a saint. Always kind, always giving, always patient. Because of that, her relearning to walk came across like a reward for being a good person.

I haven't picked up this book again since I was a kid. So I may be forgetting important points. It's always possible I'd feel differently as an adult. That's my disclaimer, but i don't really think so. Because it's not like this kind of book was unusual. Another one comes to mind, the title of which I've forgotten, which was about a plate. In the world of plates, if you let just anyone eat off you, you wound up a dirty paper plate no one wanted. But if you waited and remained pure and clean, one day the King himself would change you into a beautiful porcelain plate and you'd be part of his household. It was a metaphor for Christianity and for virginity. It was more preachy BS.

Part of the reason I hated it was because I really took it to heart. I felt that I was horrible like Katy, and that unless I could achieve her saintliness, I would be always coming up short. Every time I committed a sin, even just in my head, I felt like I was back at square one. And I was doomed to fail, because of course it's impossible to be as good as Katy. We can change some. We can strive for self-improvement. But we'll be fighting our demons forever. (And in the book's defense, I believe I remember a scene where Katy admits she still struggles with her temperament later on, but she does her best not to let it affect her siblings.) With the plates, same thing: you can't live a totally pure and clean life. No one can. In Christianity, that's supposed to be a prerequisite for being human: we are all sinners, all of us. The goal is to try your best to live a righteous life and to be humble. But there's so much judgment and so many attacks on people who falter, and so much smug superiority among those who are convinced they are living righteously.

The Moomins books say something completely different. They were about self-acceptance. "All nice things are good for you," Moominmamma says. That would never fly in my Christian children's literature. And it's not like the Moomin book were anti-religious. (on a tangent: I wondered if what Moomintroll left under the fir tree, the thing that he didn't even tell Snufkin about, was meant to be him giving his soul to God on Christmas. It's impossible for me to tell whether I read that story right or if my deeply religious upbringing is screwing with me again.)

The Moomins don't say it's fine to be a bully or it's fine to do things that hurt you or others. But they don't go around breaking your back for being a bully or rejecting you eternally for not doing what you're told. Things happen in Moomins - characters make choices in step with their nature, and although they rub each other the wrong way sometimes, it always turns out that there was this or that reasoning and no one's really right or wrong. They're all just people. Moomins doesn't expect you to ever try to be perfect. And hiding your demons doesn't protect your family from them, rather it creates more distance between you and makes it harder to support each other and feel supported.

Characters in Moomins aren't so dynamic. But they also aren't completely stagnant. No character would undergoes the vast change that Katy did, or the complete transformation of the porcelain plate. Instead, characters are confronted with themselves again and again. And, again and again, they learn to accept themselves warts and all. A hemulen is a hemulen, a fillyonk is a fillyjonk and it's no use for them to try to be anything else, because that's what they are. Sometimes they're fed up with it and yearn to be anyone else. It's only natural, because no one is perfect, so we can always find bits of ourselves to hate. But inevitably they'll miss themselves. It's when characters listen to voices that tell them they're not enough, whether those voices are internal or external, that they become nasty and mean and mistreat each other.

There are no real bad guys in Moomins. We can only wonder what would happen if someone really mean were ever introduced. But the stories aren't missing such a character - they especially aren't missing the chance to chastise their young readers for their imperfections and urge them to be righteous because otherwise, hell awaits. I much prefer the take that everyone has their own personality and temperament and history, which informs their actions, and that most of the difficulties people have with each other come from not respecting that. You can't have a community by forcing everyone to be the same. A community is different people making the same choice to support each other's differences.

Actually, there is one bad guy in Moomins. It's the aunt in "The Invisible Child." Notably, she doesn't feature in the story. The story is about helping Ninny. About Ninny learning that she is important. That she doesn't deserve to be mistreated and degraded, her every misstep nitpicked. That her wants, her needs, her voice matters. Her cruel aunt doesn't matter at all. So she's not part of the story.

And, when Ninny rediscovers who she is, she's praised in this way: "She's even worse than Little My." I wonder how different Katy's story would have been, if she had Little My to knock some sense into her, without also sapping her of her individuality. I bet that plate never would have become porcelain either, but would have enjoyed life in the Moominhouse cupboard just as much.

[steampunkforever]

Y'know Art Spiegelman? The guy who wrote Maus? What if I told you he was indirectly responsible for one of the worst films I've ever seen hands down?

Often some of the best films come from unexpected places. Cult favorite Boondock Saints was never supposed to be made and yet some how a no budget Boston masterpiece captured the hearts and minds of college dorm rooms everywhere. Spaghetti Westerns were low budget castoffs of a genre no longer en vogue, and yet produced hands down some of the best cowboy films we've ever seen. My point is that often movies that come from unexpected sources have that spark that conventional productions don't. The Garbage Pail Kids Movie, on the other hand, may come from an unexpected source, but is an exception to this rule.

It started when Topps, a chewing gum/collector card company created their own twisted parody of the Cabbage Patch Kids out of spite after a licensing agreement went sour. Speigelman was one of the first designers on the project, and he and his team (including James Warhola, nephew of Andy Warhol) put out a series of wacky collector cards depicting what were basically softcore ratfink reimaginings of the Cabbage Patch line that proved to be so popular as to be banned in schools. The cards did so well that just a couple years later Topps produced the live action disaster that was the Garbage Pail Kids Movie.

This is a film completely irredeemable in almost every way. Part of my distaste for it comes from the fact that rather than pull a Gremlins and have these walking aberrations actually cause chaos, the film tries to somehow soften them into something that could deliver a moral to the story. Not that there's much story. The plot is paper thin, to the point that the motivator for the Garbage Pail Kids (lost Garbage Pail Comrades) is hastily wrapped up with an "I guess they're dead!" (???????) and we're whisked away to an equally uninspiring plot point where the Garbage Pail Kids do more stuff we don't care about.

Obviously I don't think we should be demanding prestige writing from the series known for figureheads like Messy Tessie and Greaser Greg, but dear lord not a single character in this film is even narrowly sympathetic. The bully/antagonist force in this sucks, and yet frankly you sort of root for them to end these creeps. The main character (played by Sean Astins brother apparently?) is written as a peeping tom who wholly deserves the sewer dunking he gets, and none of the other characters are much better. The Garbage Pail Kids aren't even fun in their mischief, just awful to look at and listen to. There's a segment where the main love interest (who is grooming Astin's character, by the way) has a block of dialog dedicated to how horrible the Garbage Pail Kids are, and though its certainly cast as an unfeeling villain speech, she's 100% correct in her assessment. Nobody in this movie has positive traits. I would kill Foul Phil with a ball peen hammer.

One of the most jarring parts of this film for me was--in a fairly innocuous scene--the presence of a MACVSOG patch the costumers stuck on Astin's jacket. What sort of secret messaging is there in the Garbage Pail Kids Movie that they're alluding to the CIA's special operations group that was tied to the Gulf of Tonkin incident and US operations in Laos?

Don't watch this film. If I ever see Foul Phil again it's on sight.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Do Draco Fans Really Love Draco?

I read a Quora post last year when I was still new to HP where the user did an AO3 fic analysis and pointed to the number of fanfics to prove how much Draco's fans love him and how overrated he is.

But I think all these fanfics prove how misunderstood Draco is as a character. You see all these fics where:

his parents are abusive

he was an angel all along and it's his parents' fault why he's mean

he becomes all hot and bothered like a fanboy for Harry as soon as Harry shows him some sort of decency

Draco is basically Ron but rich and blonde

he is basically male Ginny but rich and blonde

he simps for Hermione and thinks she is the most beautiful girl in the school (as if!)

his redemption fics have all his mean moments transplanted on another character (eg. Blaise, Theo, Vincent, Gregory or some random male OC) to make him look better

he acts all girly

he's a loner and no one understands him

he's self-conscious or has low self-esteem

he takes all the blame for his bad relationship with the trio like the golden trio were saints who never hurt him too and basically kisses their butts to repent

he's a mini Voldemort in training

he's a manwhore

befriending the golden trio is the only way for him to have a better life

befriending/dating someone in the golden trio is part of his redemption arc

he and Hermione are bestie study buddies

he and Harry use the sectumsempra scars as a romantic/sexual bonding moment

he renounces his pureblood supremacy beliefs faster than a Thanos snap

Astoria is the only reason he changed like he was not traumatized by an awful war

he can't fight or he's weak/pathetic etc...

Draco is not a poor misunderstood, abused baby or a demon child, baby Hitler. He's a normal boy who grew up with bigoted views. He has a loving family. He likes making impressions and being a class clown. He calls out Harry's show-off behaviour when no one else will. He tells things as it is when he calls out Hagrid for being an atrocious teacher and Hogwarts being a dumpster fire school. He likes girls and goes on to have a nice family. He repeatedly warns the golden trio about the approaching DEs and tells them to leave the area while being a complete jerk and laughing at the possibility of Hermione being attacked at the same time. He's not a wimp and can land blows in fights. He can be overly dramatic. He can be stoic in the face of humiliation/abuse. He's creative and artistic. He's a spoiled heir of a rich family who's confident and knows his worth. He's classist. He bit off more than he could chew when he became a DE. He has been group assaulted multiple times by his peers, more than what his rude behaviour deserved. He holds grudges against people who offend him. He seems to have good chemistry with his house. The golden trio accuse him of crimes we never see evidence of while being hypocrites and doing the same behaviour themselves (eg. Hermione accusing Draco of bullying first years as a prefect then she and Ron proceed to bully first years multiple times as prefects). He never truly shined because his author hated him.

I just want Draco content where he is portrayed fairly. Interesting fics without Drarry would be great too. Lord knows Drarry and Dramione are major culprits in this warping of poor Draco's character. Fanon Draco can be fun too but so many times it just feels like an OC with Draco's face on it.

I wish Draco could have more of the same kind of great self-actualization fics that Severus Snape has where he is allowed to be his best self without gay romance involved or where the romance is a background thing or where the golden trio are not involved. Just him vibing with other Slytherins and forgetting the golden trio even exists. I have enjoyed many amazing Draco fics but now that I have come to understand book!Draco more, a lot of them make me feel kind of unsatisfied and hollow now.

[deeaselriel]

Everyone has been treating Elriels SO BAD and disgustingly over the years, and when we defend ourselves we are painted as the “mEaN gUyS”. I’d dare to say that we are the “saints” of this fandom. I know there are some Elriels that can come off more rude than they should, but this is life. Nothing is perfect.

But a hard pill for y’all to swallow is that Elriels are usually soooo peaceful, minding their business and just enjoying their CANON content. They create edits, fan arts and post about Elriel not harming anyone, but then YOU KNOW WHO comes after us, ON OUR ACCOUNTS, ON OUR PRO ELRIEL VIDEOS, PICS OR THEORIES, that have absolutely NOTHING to do with their crackship(s), and spew their venom. They speak so many lies that don’t even come close to what is the CANON content of the books. They insult us and call us names, they bullied some creators SO BADLY they refuse to do Elriel fan arts anymore. YOU ALL ARE DISGUSTING AND I PRAY TO GOD FOR KARMA TO HIT SO HARD! I myself was a victim of y’all’s bullying when I did NOTHING! I just appreciated my Elriel and put facts on the table. Y’all told me I deserve to be R@PED just like Elain deserves!!!!

We, Elriels, have been put in a corner by THE ENTIRE FANDOM! This mob mentality made y’all treat Elriels like people with some kind of disease and it’s so sad honestly.

I’m not even being biased when I say that Elriels are usually very good people minding their business and the other stans of those 2 ships (y’all know) are constantly attacking us and making fun of us out of nowhere. They keep making content about Elain making fun of her, but yeah, they don’t like her. Lol. Y’all are so obsessed and have such internalized misogyny it’s scary. Especially when El didn’t do anything wrong, besides maybe the thing with Feyre that she’s making up for it. She’s a saint compared to many others in that serie, yet… she’s hated for liking to bake and plant flowers. Make it make sense. 😶

I think it’ll be ok for everyone to acknowledge WHO exactly is the most toxic in this fandom; who’s constantly attacking us for PUTTING FACTS on the table, who’s bullying artists into being scared to draw Elriel anymore, who’s harassing SJM at this point with a crackship that has 0 buildup. WHO IS SENDING DEATH THREATS to people so randomly just because, who is wishing R@PE on REAL people? The list is so long I just can’t…

I always knew that the mob mentality is forever going to be present, but OH MY GOD. These people that hate Elriel and ship the other ship just because “everyone does”, those going into the books already shipping Gw*nriel because “some content creators of TikTok said they’re sooooo endgame”, THOSE BIG ACCOUNTS THAT SPREAD ELAIN HATE JUST BECAUSE IT’S “TRENDY”. Y’all are SO pathetic; I wonder if you can think on your own.

Should I also talk about how often y’all don’t acknowledge what’s in those books related to Elriel? There are tons of evidence y’all pretend it’s not there and have THE NERVE to say Az only wants El for s*x. Bro, Feyre when she couldn’t read would’ve understand these books (and Elriel) better than y’all. 🤓 The delusional world y’all live in makes me laugh. What’s even funnier is when you are the ones making fun of US, when we have all our proof that Stands with us. WE ARE ON THE CANON SIDE, if we can say it this way.

Literally at this point, STOP being so toxic, and let Elriels IN PEACE. Acknowledge that Az and El have feelings for each other and that EVERYTHING points to them as endgame, and even SJM herself said that “it’s obvious”. None of us would’ve have any problem if y’all only acknowledged that Elriel is for the next book, and then go on with your day and make X head canon ships. It’s not harming to ship Az with someone else for fun, but when it comes to the ACTUAL BOOK & CANON, the answer it’s only Elriel. Just stop lying to yourselves. And stop playing the victim when Elriels have been like in prison for many years, being pushed aside and all. WE ARE THE VICTIMS OF THIS WHOLE FANDOM. The fact that I’m scared to even write a comment positive about Elriel or my girl Elain because I just know someone’s gonna say something “ironic” or bash me for whatever reason, says A LOT. And it’s the case for soooo many Elriels.

One last thing, I know we are reading fantasy books, but at least don’t make a fantasy of a couple the main talk of this fandom, lol. The couple should actually have “history”, build up & hints/ foreshadowing. CANON SCENES. And only Elriel has them. BYE. 🩷🌸💙🦇

[rystarkov]

i know that look

ellie williams x reader

i haven’t written fanfic in SO LONG if this sucks i’m forever sorry. Pure angst! Pure slow burn, unrequited love, Joel being the father figure we all deserve, angst!

It was her eyes that you first fell in love with.

They are the most beautiful shade of green, reminding you of all that’s good in the world. You couldn’t pinpoint when exactly you fell in love with the immune girl, but it’s as if your life was dull, purposeless before she showed up like a saint, dragging you out of the darkness and into the light. She may have looked to the Fireflies for hope, to Joel, and hell now even Dina, but she had always been yours. Your life began when the auburn haired girl introduced herself to you at the QZ, defending you against a bunch of bullies who made fun of you for being a terrible shot. Ellie gave the main bully a black eye when she saw you in the corner crying because of their harsh words, vowing to do it again if they ever made fun of you in the future. Ever since that fateful day all of those years ago, Ellie has become the center of your universe. You guys did everything together. From sneaking out to the mall after hours (which stopped after the incident with Riley, where you found Ellie in shambles and somehow not infected) or having secret sleepovers in her room before the guards did their rounds in the morning, you two were inseparable. 

You travelled halfway across the country with Joel and Ellie, and as the journey came to a close, you chose to settle with them in Jackson rather than leave your best friend after everything that happened. When you three first moved into the makeshift town, as normalcy tried to creep up on you all, some members of the group were having more trouble settling in than others. Joel was a natural, more than excited to make new memories with his brother, Tommy, and to continue to be a father to both you and Ellie, in an attempted normal, community setting. 

You, on the other hand, could not. sit. still.

You couldn’t figure out why, this is everything you have ever wanted in life. A home, a family, and most importantly, to have both of these things with the person you valued and cherished the most. You had your own room, choosing to live with Joel in the main house while Ellie eventually moved to stay in the now converted garage of the same property. You were so used to being with Ellie all of the time, you didn’t know how to function properly in a room that was entirely your own. The first night after Ellie moved to the garage, you snuck out and knocked on the door, not even fully realizing what you were doing. Your mind was on autopilot, simply wanting to be as close as possible to the one person who brought you comfort in a world that was designed to kill you, both mentally and physically. Ellie opened the door, giving you the softest and most adorable smile, familiar with your routines that you both have developed over the many, many years you have spent together. She simply opened the door, let you in, and you both fell asleep in the late hours of the morning, too engaged in laughter and comfort to drift off and let the night come to an end. 

That was a few years ago, with a different you and a different Ellie. Now the person that fills that spot is Dina, a spot you used to visit every single night, for who knows how long. 

Ever since that sudden shift, when Dina snuck up on you and Ellie both, you decided to distance yourself. You didn’t even realize you did this, it’s almost as if you were mentally preparing yourself for the divide that still refuses to go away, the divide that refuses to bring her back to you. 

It was the night of the party at the bar, where almost the entire town decided to show up, relax, drink a little or a lot, and experience some sense of normalcy for once. You stood by the edge of the counter in the corner, quietly sipping on some sort of bubbly alcohol you didn’t know the name of, nor did you care to find out. Joel was kind enough to keep you company, the two of you being more alike than you thought, preferring to drink in silence and sit back and observe the party rather than try and join it. 

Joel said something, and to this day you have no idea what he said, voices and sounds muffling as you stare in horror at the picturesque scene unfolding in the center of the dance floor. 

It was Dina and Ellie, in their own little world, with Ellie’s arms wrapped tightly around Dina’s middle, Dina tucking a loose strand of hair behind Ellie’s ear. Even as the music gets louder, as the drunken yells and laughter of town citizens engaging in conversation erupt from around the room, they never break eye contact. Ellie is smiling, a genuine, happy smile, and you feel your cheeks get a bit warm and your eyes get a bit prickly as the realization of you never making her smile like that hits you like a punch to the throat. As much as you want to look away, as much as you need to look away, you simply can’t. The person you have spent a third of your life with, possibly even more, the one person that you thought would be a constant in your life, is falling in love with someone else. Someone else was an idea you never factored in, someone else was never a thought you considered. 

You feel a sudden pressure on your left shoulder and the warmth of a taller figure drawing you in for a side hug. You don’t even have to look up to know it’s Joel, rubbing his hand up and down the side of your arm as you bury your face into his chest. He knows, he’s always known, as no “friend” willingly travels halfway across the country for just anyone, no “friend” almost dies multiple times just trying to get someone to a single destination. He’s been there with Tess, he’s felt that with Tess, and he knows that look better than anyone. 

“I got you, kiddo. I got you.” You silently sob into his chest as he turns you around to face the corner, placing himself in front of you, making you hidden away from the world and any curious looks from the townspeople. 

“How long have you known?” You hear yourself ask, in between all the hiccups and sniffles of your own long tucked away, long concealed feelings for who you thought was just your best friend. 

“Since David. You had always been Ellie’s quiet sidekick, the one who found us supplies and extra ammo when we were running low. When the whole thing with David happened, I had never seen an ounce of anger on your little face before, and then all of a sudden a switch flipped, and you took out his entire squad and refused to stop until Ellie was found. The look on your face when we found her, how you held her and refused to let go, I’ll never forget. Ellie is my daughter, I had my reasons for protecting her and bringing her to safety, but you? You’re in love, kiddo.” 

He wipes the tears still streaming down your face and hands you a napkin, sitting you down on a chair while pulling up another for himself. 

“I know that look because I’ve given that look and gotten that look from Tess, my…”

He stumbles on his words, looking down at his feet, causing you to reach out and grab his hand for comfort.

“I know.”

He looks up at you, a soft smile etching his face, and continues. 

“I know that look because I’ve been given that look.”

You sniffle one more time, looking over Joel’s shoulder and seeing Ellie and Dina in a peaceful, euphoric bliss, completely unaware of the young woman and the destruction of her heart in the corner of that very same room. 

“I didn’t know, Joel. That’s what makes it even more pathetic, I didn’t even fucking know it myself.”

Joel gives you another sad smile, excusing himself to get you some water, while you sit and watch as the love of your life falls in love with theirs.

Part 2 maybe?? Let me know??

[anexperimentallife]

This "if you don't brag about it online, it didn't happen" culture is so weird. I regularly get people accusing me of doing nothing but posting my thoughts online and not actually helping anyone, and it's like...

Dude, I'm not gonna go online and brag and post pictures every time I donate supplies or money, give someone food or a place to stay, serve as a sympathetic ear, help another adult escape their abusive family, encourage someone through a bad situation, stay on the phone with someone when they just need a human voice, let someone ahead of me at the store, overtip a tired server, stand up when someone's being bullied, or do some other random act of kindness. Posting "proof" of all that shit would just feel weird to me. And pointless. The point isn't to show off; the point is that we're all in this together, and everybody should be pitching in to make things better for all of us. It should just be the standard.

I literally owe my life to people who helped me in hard times with no thought of reward--often when I didn't deserve the help. Hell, when our family was in danger of forced separation because paperwork errors wouldn't let our daughter travel with us, y'all pitched in to pay for getting it straightened out.

(Not to mention that even if all I did was post, posting thoughts online can be helpful--a lot of people have posted things that have been helpful to me, and a lot of folks have thanked me for things I've posted, saying my words helped them.)

I mean, I get the theory that posting about ways you've helped people might inspire others to do more good, so I'm not gonna say everyone who does it is seeking glory, but that's just not the way I roll. I don't even like being acknowledged for stuff like that. It all just comes under the heading of doing my job as a human being. Because if we're not taking care of each other, what's the point of anything?

If I could help out completely anonymously, so that not even the people I'm helping knew it was me, that's what I'd do. Not because I'm some saint, but just because a) the attention embarrasses me, and b) I don't want anyone to feel embarrassed or lesser for accepting help.

Honestly, I'd like to do more. But I'm autistic, disabled (spine, joint, and soft tissue inuries, severe arthritis, a traumatic brain injury that affects my memory and focus, and then there are the brain and body effects of long covid on top of that), have adhd, had covid three times, almost died of illness three times in the past five years (once from double pneumonia with secondary lung infections, and twice from covid, which also left me with a two-year foot infection that ended up requiring surgery to get rid of), and other issues, am about 15K USD in debt (from the issue with our daughter), PLUS I'm raising a toddler and supporting two other adults on a fixed income (and still need to somehow come up with around thirty thousand dollars for needed surgeries and scans and dental work and other treatments that got put off because of the aforementioned issue with our daughter), so yeah, there's only so much I can do.

But it's not "nothing." (And I'll allow myself a little bit of chest-puffing by saying it's probably more than most of the people who accuse me of doing nothing do.)

So yeah... "all you do is post online instead of helping people." Oh, you mean because I don't... what, make people "earn" my help by posing for embarrassing pictures or videos, or giving testimonials about how grateful they are? LMAO what a sad, mean, tiny, drab little world you must live in where no one helps anyone without bragging to the world about it.

(Hell, I'll probably delete this later, because tbh this little rant feels a little too much like bragging to me, but I needed to vent.)

[angelhummel]

if u think that Rachel berry shouldn't have been the main character ur Kinda a dumb dumb. the core values of the show is annoying theatre kids who are outcasts finding solace in a goddamned glee club,, and you think fuckin qu*nn, br*ttany or s*antana were gonna give that energy??? absolutely fuckin not all they were going to do was be annoying popular people who learn the valuable lesson that popularity isn't everything but

and if the show wasn't about Rachel it would have been about kurt, mercedes, artie or tina being annoying theatre kids who are outcasts

I do actually like santana a fair bit, think Quinn was decent and brittany was definitely a character on the show, but there was nay a reason for a single one of them to truly be the main character

same anon as before but I think I may have made it seem like I was complaining at you but I was just complaining about others who don't have the third eye to see Rachel being the main character was the most logical conclusion xxx

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oh yeah lmao for a second i was like "did i do something to make them think i thought that way..?" but yeah no i totally agreeee

the people who insist the unholy trinity carried the whole show are sooo dumb like baby they didnt even carry the three seasons you watched :/ but yeah i do like santana but damn those blonde bitches dragged her down so bad

and it always makes me mad that the show was about being an outcast and yet the popular kids always outnumbered the nerds. like 5:7

and dont get me started about the bullshit parade in 6x12 about how the gay, fat, black, disabled, jewish, asian characters need to open their hearts and minds and be more accepting of the cishet white male jock that lowkey bullies them all but is kind of sort of nice bc he didnt call the fat girl fat and let the gay kid take off his jacket before his friends tossed him in the dumpster and also hasnt started using slurs yet. he's a saint that deserves a million second chances (but his girlfriend is still a bitch and we hate her forever)

ugh. screaming internally, screaming eternally etc

[divinegrey]

gentle bullying / cypher w/ gn!reader

love me some cypher <3 this is a platonic prompt that my friend wanted me to do, hope this is good !

prompt: Hey Grey! May I humbly request bullying Chamber from his clothes to his ugly hair and every little thing with our dearest boy Cypher? (Platonic I'm gay af) [requested by my most sincerely annoying bestie]

words: 900

warnings: absolutely slam dunking on chamber (deserved)

“Like, c’mon, are you serious? He’s wearing sketchers,” you say, wrapping your hand around the warm cup of freshly brewed coffee. You’d make a cup for Cypher too, but frankly, you’ve never seen the bottom half of his face, nor does he ever intend to show it to you, despite how buddy-buddy you are with him.

That is, however, beside the point.

“Who wears velcro on a mission?” You say, gesturing your hands into the air. “No, not even that! Why would you wear a silk vest, a tie, and a button down? To a goddamn gunfight?” 

“Not to mention, he somehow has a costume change whenever he pulls out that ridiculous gun of his,” Cypher says, adjusting the brim of his sharply angled hat over his head. You snort into your coffee, taking a rather hearty sip of it. You promptly regret that choice, burning the roof of your mouth. “Careful. That’s hot.” 

“Yeah, I got that,” you retort. You focus back on the subject at hand, moving away from the kitchen area and to the chess table. You and Cypher take your seats on opposite ends, and you watch the man recline in his seat and crack his knuckles. You shake your head, hardly suppressing your own laughter. “And that thing he says! You want to play, let’s play? Like, of all the catchphrases someone could say. Really? That’s what you choose? At least yours is good. That shit makes me scared whenever I hear it.” 

“You should always be scared at the prospect of information in someone else’s hands,” Cypher remarks, rolling a rather large coin across his knuckles. Brimstone recently banned the agents from using their abilities in the break room, so you threw Cypher a bone and got him a coin he could do it with instead of his tripwires. 

“Honestly, I get more spooked by your neural theft ability than Chamber’s sniper rifle. But do you have to lose the hat every single time? I’m sorry, but you look bald without it,” you say, and you’re sure Cypher is rolling his eyes under his mask. 

“Yes, I do. Will you start the game or no?” Cypher gestures to the chess board. You move a random pawn, only to hear Cypher hum. “Interesting opening play.” 

“My only knowledge of chess comes from you. I’ve gotten used to losing,” you retort, sipping your coffee. You quirk your brow. “Do you think Chamber actually needs those glasses or wears them because he wants to look smart?” 

“The latter,” Cypher says in that tone of I know this to be true. Your mouth drops open in shock, and you put your hand over your mouth to stop your laughter. Why it’s so funny, you don’t really understand, but the simple concept of Cypher knowing this and only sharing it with you makes you giggle. 

You call yourself Cypher’s best friend, even if he won’t agree with it. Of all the agents in the Protocol, Cypher is arguably the one you’re the closest with, even though he knows everything about you and you know hardly anything about him. It’s a strange symbiosis of a friendship, but you’re beyond the point of caring. Besides, Cypher wipes any information of you off the internet for free, and by god, you love internet anonymity. 

“Oh my god, I can't believe Chamber wears those fucking glasses to look smarter. I thought he was genuinely blind. Do you know how thick those glasses are?” You giggle to yourself as Cypher moves his pawn on the chessboard. “I bet they’re something expensive too, like Gucci.” 

“Yves Saint Laurent, actually.” Cypher corrects. “French fashion company.” 

“Oh, of course, he would never betray his homeland,” you say, making a sweeping gesture over your head. You move another one of your pieces across the board. “The man can afford YSL but can’t get a pair of decent looking shoes. It’s embarrassing.” 

“Perhaps I should steer his internet search ads toward something better,” Cypher says. 

Leaning forward with a look of awe in your eyes, you whisper, “You can do that?” 

“Of course I can. I do it for everyone, including you,” Cypher responds, and it prompts you to wonder what you’ve bought recently that was gently guided by Cypher. The question causes your brain to fry, and you hardly have enough brain cells to play chess as it is. “We’re forgetting one thing about our dear Frenchman, however.” 

“What’s that?” You grab your coffee again, raising it to your mouth.

Cypher cocks his head to the side. “His juvenile crush on our resident lab jockey.” 

You spit out the liquid into the cup, followed by hacking coughs. “Fuck, Cyph, stop saying this these things when I’m trying to drink my coffee!” 

“That was on you, my dear.” 

You wave your hand at him dismissively. “Doesn’t matter. Do you think Chamber knows that Viper is, like, a total homo? Straight up lesbian? Entirely uninterested in men?” 

“His pride seems to smear that fact in his brain,” Cypher replies. “You think he would know the signs, considering a high majority of us in the Protocol are, as you say… fruity.” 

“And you’re the only straight guy I tolerate,” you remark, putting your hand on your chest. “And Sova. Sova’s chill.” 

Cypher moves another chess piece. “Consider me flattered.” 

You do the same, not truly paying attention to the game because you’re way too invested in your cup of coffee that you don’t notice Cypher moving his piece until his foot nudges you beneath the table. You jerk, moving your rook. 

“Checkmate,” Cypher says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Ugh, c’mon!” 

~~~~~ A/N: there is something so personal about being mean to chamber <3

[maygrcnt]

Let’s see the Olivia 911 song list

thank youuuuu for asking i love you!! i know i said five but i didn’t want to stop at five so i did ten. also im gonna try and refrain myself from just saying every song is a buck song but it’s hard

1. Brutal- seasons 1-3 May. I feel like we as a collective don’t talk about the early seasons of may grant enough. she was just a kid! and she was being bullied so bad she thought she didn’t have any way out of it, it’s so heartbreaking. and then she just kept going through stuff in her family life and… i just care for her so much and this is HER song fr.

2. Deja Vu- Buddie. there’s no like actual moment of buddie for deja vu but i just feel like this is what’s going through both of their heads every single time the other person has a date with someone else. like this is the one and only buddie jealousy song to me!

3. Vampire- Buck/abby. like i’m sorry you can’t convince me buck abby was an ethical relationship and im NOT talking about the age gap even though that’s the main point of this song. like she got his info in a sketchy way and then basically used him to help her heal until she was ready to move on but then didn’t even have the guts to do an actual breakup and left the kid hanging for months. call me a bitch but i feel very comfortable saying she sucked so much of his energy and life. it took two full seasons for him to fully find closure from that while she had started a whole new life! :/

4. Stranger- Buck/abby again lol. this is like the other side of that argument where it’s like, buck was totally crushed but now in season seven who the fuck cares about her! she’s just a stranger now! and the lyric “you are the best thing i keep so far out of my life” is very them. because she did change his outlook on life in MANY ways but his healing from her was the best thing he could have ever done.

5. logical & enough for you- maddie. my heart breaks listening to these songs from a maddie perspective. thinking about how long she suffered and dealt with so much she didn’t deserve,,, these are the best songs for her imo especially the lyric “one day i’ll be everything for somebody else” because she is she really is! and she’s getting married to the person who looks at her like she hung the moon and i love her!!!

6. Making the bed- eddie, specifically pre canon eddie. idk how to explain this one but it’s very much just the idea of him getting back to his son realizing how shit things are and being like … i had a part in making this problem and now i need to fix my shit. and then he did!

7. 1sf3sb- henren in the early seasons/precanon. the cheating storyline is one of my least favs but i love how they showed them rebuilding from it and coming back even stronger. but in the midst of it all this song is truly very them from karen’s perspective. she was valid for everything during that time btw karen is a literal saint for her patience.

8. boahsg- ravi, our little clumsy socially awkward darling

9. Love is embarrassing- Bisexual buck!!!!!! this is my fav liv song and it’s so buck it’s not even funny. the anthem for the give more than they get hopeless romantics oh god i love him and it became way way more buck when he kissed a man who’s kind of a loser. i bet he’s planning out his wedding with a guy he’s never marrying right now!

10. finally, the newest addition to my list and the most important in my mind: Scared of my guitar the most buddie song to ever buddie (other than good luck babe). I love this song so much coming from the perspective of them literally not being able to lie to each other but they can lie to significant others like it’s nothing. oh there’s so much good stuff in there it’s amazing.

thank you for letting me do this anon ily

[blackestnight]

6: he taketh it with his eyes

Prompt: Onerous

Word count: 960

Erenville probably doesn’t get paid enough for this shit.

Hanami glowered at the stack of envelopes in her hand as she wove across Saint Valeroyant’s Forum; whoever had decided that Ishgardian needed a calligraphic cursive script deserved to rot in the deepest hell Eorzea had to offer. At least the C’s and S’s looked different enough that she didn’t have too much trouble sorting the mail into smaller stacks, Lord Commander and Lord Speaker. Aymeric made no secret of preferring his office in the Congregation to the one in the Vault, partially because it meant self-important lords had to try and bully their ways past Handeloup and Lucia—when she was back on her infrequent leave from Ilsabard—but the more inventive ones had just started sending mail to the Manor instead.

She wasn’t sure what they thought that would accomplish, but Margelyne never wanted for kindling for the stove.

These actually needed to get to his office, though, and Hanami had volunteered to play courier for lack of anything else to do with her day. She finished shuffling the military mail to the top of the stack as she wove through the sparse foot traffic, giving an absent nod to the Proving Grounds’ door guard when she waved and glancing up toward the Clan Centurio board as she passed, although she couldn’t see if anything new had been posted past the Viera man in a puffy coat standing in front of it. She waved at Firmalbert as he saluted h—

Hanami stopped, blinked, and spun on her heel.

“Erenville?” she said.

She was right: that was the gleaners’ uniform, and the man’s towering ears swiveled in response to her voice. He looked around for a second—and wasn’t that something, that there was at least one person to whom she didn’t stick out like a sore thumb amongst the Ishgardian citizenry—but when he did manage to spot her he shut the journal balanced in his hand and raised a hand in greeting.

“Hanami,” he said, and gave a nod to the Centurio hunter stationed by the board. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” she said, dumbfounded. Then: “What are you doing here?”

He blinked at her, and held up the journal—probably field notes, she realized. “Working through my acquisitions list.”

Right.

“What did they send you here for?” she asked. She picked her way closer so she wouldn’t have to raise her voice as much, always with half an eye on the pavement—between the Congregation and the Forgotten Knight, more often than not there were overhanging icicles that melted and re-froze into black ice. Over his shoulder she could just barely see the Centurio hunter’s jaw drop before she remembered herself, which was fair; Hanami was never much of a conversationalist. But she liked Erenville: he was smart without being stuffy, and refreshingly petty. She could appreciate anyone who would give over-important bureaucrats a dressing-down.

“Initially, only to return the hippocerf I had brought to Labyrinthos,” he said, and for a moment Hanami envisioned Erenville stepping off the boat in Limsa Lominsa with a trussed-up hippocerf flung over his shoulder. “But it would seem a Worldly Affairs official mentioned to a professor of the Studium that I was bound for Coerthas, and now…” He shrugged. “At least we are not as rushed as we were before the exodus, but the requests are as absurd as ever.”

Hanami could only imagine. She avoided the hunt counter in Sharlayan for a reason. “What are you after?”

He frowned, this time in the general direction of the Clan Centurio hunt board. “Behemoth horn fragments. I believe a professor of alchemy had some use for them.”

“So, what, are you posting a hunt bill?” At least with his backpack out of the way Hanami could see the board, although there didn’t seem to be any interesting marks.

“Of course not.” Erenville wrinkled his nose and gave her a flat look like the one he had used to cow that Forum member. “I have no interest in killing one; it would be a waste. Behemoths break off fragments of their horns when they sharpen them on rocks in their dens. Normally it is easy enough to gather them.”

Normally. Hanami raised an eyebrow and wondered how often he had snuck into Behemoth dens to warrant a normally. “But?”

“The local den currently has a clutch of young. Behemoths are territorial at their best,” he said. “And I would not consider a brooding Behemoth the best. The odds of her leaving to hunt are slim.”

Hanami grimaced; she’d heard somewhere that some of the highborn had decided the new must-have exotic pet were baby Behemoths, which could only end in disaster, but then what else was new. She still remembered the crocodile in Skyfire Locks. With all the enterprising idiots trying to steal the young out from under their mothers’ snouts she really didn’t like his odds either. “Do you have your…ah, your thing?” She mimed blowing through a hole in her fingers. “Your gun. To put it to sleep.”

Erenville shook his head. “Are you familiar with the phrase ‘enough to fell a Behemoth?’ I believe it is used in reference to drinking excess amounts of liquor.”

“No,” she admitted.

“Well, there is no amount of sedative that will drug a Behemoth,” he said. Then, after a moment, he crossed his arms and corrected himself: “No amount that one could legally obtain, anyway. I will have to wait for it to fall asleep on its own and try my luck.”

And to think, people accused adventurers of being batshit. Sneaking past a sleeping Behemoth was the sort of thing even the idiots in Revenant’s Toll only joked about.

Then again, it wasn’t like she had anything else interesting to do.

“Do you want help?”

[2oppositesidesof1coin]

I support Nandermo and all the mess these two characters are but I actually hope that if the ship does become canon down the rode they do get to have some soft/UwU moments down the road. 

They’ve down some really awful things to each other (I still maintain Nandor more the Guillermo but Guillermo isn’t a saint). Nandor eats people and runs through relationships. Guillermo kills literally everyone unless they are in his little found family. I still think even they deserve some sweet moments. Like it would be nice if we actually get to see them watching a movie on rainy Sunday or the two of them just quietly spending time together like Nadja and Laszlo.

The characters can be kind to one another as much as they can be cruel. Nadja may threaten to kill Laszlo but she was just as excited to see him when he came back from cosplaying Jackie Daytona. Laszlo wrote a song for Nadja and makes sure to refer to as his lady wife as a fuck you to the men in London who were cruel to her for being poor. 

Colin went mad with power but it was all because he was upset that none of the other vamps actually wanted to be around him and be friends. 

Hell, Guillermo and Nandor have had their sweet moments. For as much as it was framed as a joke at Guillermo’s expense I think Nandor was genuine when he gave Guillermo the glitter portrait. He kept Guillmero in a cage but actively argued against Nadja and Laszlo that Guillermo would consider hurting them. Guillermo has abandoned Nandor multiple times and I would argue there may have been a few moments were he wanted Nandor’s vampirism, not Nandor. But he made little dolls of both of them, he put effort every year for Nandor’s ascension day celebration, and almost lost his mind trying to make sure that Nandor’s wedding was perfect  (at least to Nandor). 

I disagree that the point of the show is that they’re morally bankrupt characters who aren’t likable. Nandor has affection for animals, Nadja turned Jenna because she was being bullied, Laszlo has an over attachment to the human Sean, Colin’s little smile when Laszlo acknowledges his birthday still breaks my heart, and Guillermo has consistently tried to protect his weird little found family. 

I think the point is that they are morally bankrupt characters who are supposed to be likable. They’re bloodthirsty monsters (and a human vampire slayer who kills everyone) who occasionally miss each other, can sometimes be sincere with one another, and will obviously always choose their weird little vampire pod over anyone else.  TL; DR Nandermo have spent several seasons tearing each other apart. It would nice to have one moment in the next two seasons where they remind both each other and the audience that for as monstrous as they both are there’s some still love in their hearts. Even if its framed like Laszlo killing Jesk for Nadja I still think it would be sweet to see.