#but to me it'll always be bittersweet but they've come to terms with that

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Bruh I will not forget had me SOBBINGGGGG I am heart broken. I need closure or something. Do what you want to do, but I wanted to request post-end blurb where like maybe Y/n actually works towards moving on but with the help of Rhys (having just a slight bit of hope for that relationship kept me from breaking at the end). Maybe Y/n opens up to him about her past with Tom. And he’s like “fuck the monarchy” and she’s like “I did look where it got me?” Idk I want her to have a happy ending even if it’s a bittersweet one. Where she allows herself to find happiness elsewhere, even if it means not forgetting him completely. (But at least put up boundaries so Tom doesn’t just enter her life when he pleases anymore).

OR something related to the flowers where Rhys is staying close to her in the hospital and when they’re delivered (by John), the word travels to Tom that he was there and he takes it as like a final sign to leave the past alone (assuming she’s moved on) and he’s all sad and shit, BUT SHE’S finding the happiness she deserves.

But again it’s your story if it goes against the ending you envisioned totally okay too😭❤️❤️ love the series.

hi! thank you so much for reading! really! thank you so much!! <3

i decided that the last blurb is the ending- so i won't write anymore for them... but your post-blurb thoughts are very much in tow with what i think happened after the last blurb. i really think y/n and rhys will get together at some point. i'm not sure it would happen right away. she's just had the miscarriage and she's grieving that along with the royal baby news. i don't think she'll ever tell anyone about her relationship with tom tho- not even rhys. maybe she has photos and memorabilia of their relationship tucked away in a shoebox in the basement or something, but i don't think anyone will ever know. she has too much respect for tom i think (him as a person, not the monarchy).

i don't think tom will ever know y/n moved on (if she ever really did), or what happened after she disappeared. he was very lost and depressed at the end, and as much as it might hurt i think the baby will give him some purpose. him and gen will never be together together, but at least they have the baby, and he loves his child!

the fic is bittersweet! there will always be a what if with them, but the last song on the fic playlist is no hard feelings by wolf alice for a reason. the songs lyrics reflect how i both envisioned them to feel at the end:

the threads that kept us together, were already wearing thin / would we ever have tied the knot, well how long is a piece of string? / and for everything that ends something else must begin / no hard feelings, honey, and we both will take the win

[kyber-crystal]

Okay bestie how about Christmas HCs where Obi-Wan is spending Christmas with you and your strange family ❤️

HI YES OKAY

also i'm so sorry if my writing seems off, i'm lwk rusty from not having written anything in a FAT minute. anyway enjoy some festive obi-wan!!

you and obi-wan were born on complete opposite ends of the galaxy, on different planets

this meant different cultures, different traditions, different ways of life

obi-wan doesn't remember much of his childhood—he can barely recall who his family was and only has a few fading memories of them—while you remember your loved ones in great detail

so when he hears you talk about your family and sees how your face lights up when you do, it's very bittersweet for him

now, life day (i believe this is christmas in star wars terms lol) is quickly approaching but you had been too busy throwing yourself into teaching an introductory sparring class for the younglings, along with your personal training, to realize it

if it were up to master windu's doing you wouldn't be getting as long of a break

but it's master yoda in charge here, and he grants you a long weekend to rest—which you and obi are incredibly grateful for as you've gotten a combined 6 hours of sleep in the past 3 days

(pathetic, you know...especially when it's drilled into your heads from day 1 of being in the temple that rest is the key to a happy, fulfilling life)

your family stories are always filled with lots of laughter, vibrant colors, and more love and compassion than he could even describe

so when you invite him to come to your home planet with you he's obviously excited

though outwardly he expresses how he feels a bit nervous

they've all heard about your best friend and wise master, but have never spoken to him in person

"it'll be fine, trust me! i have a big family but i promise you they're the nicest people you'll ever meet."

so he agrees, and you fly out that following morning

you can tell he's nervous as you get to the front door

so you intertwine your fingers together, giving his hand a squeeze

it's your silent way of telling him it's going to be just fine :)

and your family instantly LOVES him

of course, you're first bombarded with the classic "are you two married?" "when's the wedding?" "y/n, this is the first time you've brought a man back home!" "he's so handsome!" and whatnot

meanwhile, obi stands there with flushed cheeks...

the older women of the family—your mother, godmother, grandmothers, aunts, etc—instantly love him since he offers to help you out in the kitchen

in the meantime, you sit in the living room with your siblings, cousins, and the rest of the men

"where is the ring on your finger, y/n?" your favorite uncle asks you. he has this GIANT grin on his face and he's wearing THAT "ugly sweater" with a pink loth cat on it

ever since you got it for him, he's made it a yearly tradition to put it on at every holiday gathering

so it's hard to not laugh at first when you're trying to respond

"uncle ted, you know jedi can't get married!"

"who said you had to follow the rules?" he raises a brow at you and you laugh again

"y/n," your dad adds on, "he's right. you should be getting married soon..."

"but the jedi code!"

"it's not a crime if they don't find out, right?" your oldest cousin, cal, says

...and all the men murmur a "yep" or "touche" at that

obi wan catches part of this conversation and comes over, "who's marrying who?"

"she's marrying you!" your younger sister, layla, exclaims with a giggle

and now it's time for both you and obi to get extremely flustered

"SORRY," you quietly tell obi in your mind. "my family can get a bit...chaotic."

"it's okay, don't worry about it," and he smiles at you

while you're eating dinner, you catch him looking around the room—at your family, the eccentric decorations on the fridge and walls (courtesy of layla, cassie, and cal), the most stunning tree standing tall in the corner, the golden stockings with hand-stitched names of each cousin hung above the crackling fireplace—and your heart swells with warmth

in all his years of living so far, obi-wan has never felt so much at home as he has now, with you by his side

even amidst the chaos of the day, he tells himself he wouldn't want to be anywhere else, & he means it

later, you're making gingerbread houses together (apparently obi has never heard of this tradition before, so you take it upon yourself to teach him all about it)

but despite knowing little about it, he ends up making the best house out of everyone

you come in close at 3rd place, though you're sure your house is only one breath from falling apart

there's frosting all over your hands

and on your chin, apparently, but obi wipes it away with a quick sweep of his thumb

the longing look in both your guys' eyes doesn't go unnoticed by the rest of your family

long after everyone has gone to bed for the night, you stay by the fireplace together with glasses of warm milk on the coffee table in front of you

"you're really lucky, you know," he tells you. "to have a family you can remember and spend time with when you can."

"i really am..." you agree, "but obi-wan, you're always welcome to come over. my family loves you. i know it's only been a day but they already want you to be a part of the family."

(neither of you realize that he's taken ahold of your hand and started to gently brush over your ring finger)

and just around 4 short months later, you wake up one morning to find a sapphire ring on that exact finger

"just so you know, i'm saying yes," you squeeze his shoulder before going off to continue with the rest of your day

(how the council doesn't suspect anything, you have no idea. but you're grateful for it lmao)

ok i'm so sorry idk what i was doing with the ending there but I HOPE YOU ENJOYED &&&& merry christmas & happy holidays!!!'

tags (once again, this list hasn’t been updated in a while so apologies if it seems off haha): @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @katelynnwrites @freeshavocadoooo @buckysbeloved @kelieah @kaleidoscope1967eyes @lam-ila @amelia-song-pond @unstablecaffeinatedmind @elenavampire21 @joyfullyswimmingface @arkofblake @hellotherekenobi

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The lonely witch's musings. (part 2)

It's a continuation of revealing the WBB version of Celene, but for this time, I'm doing something different-- something creative. While my own commentary from my completed playthrough is there, it's also going to be written through Celene's point of view as I explain the relations during WBB. By doing this, it would give me writing practice as well as express my own thoughts after finishing WBB. In that case, BEWARE! Spoilers will be present, and if you don't want to be spoiled, don't click past keep reading unless you've finished the game. Without further ado, these are the lonely moon witch's musings, and it WILL be a long post.

(CW: Cannibalism, Violence mention, Necromancy, Body horror, Drugs mention/use)

After another day comes to a close, and with the Loveless Biker Boys going rampant with drastic changes, Celene sighs as she returns to her room, her garage, her starry haven. She makes sure to lock the door and keep it that way while she writes her heart out. To set the atmosphere, the room will become dark with a flicker of the light switch, then illuminated by the starry nightlight projector, so it will be decorated by the night sky and its stars. Once the preparations are complete, she sits down at her worktable, brings out multiple pieces of paper, and her pen with purple ink. She begins to write about the bikers and how she feels about them during the drastic changes...

Jatay (Jawtay)-- "It's interesting to see you being the same. Or, well, almost the same, old man Jawtay. I know, your actual jaw isn't doing too well, and the only difference is that your mouthy friend took over your outfit and gained sentience of its own. However, Maltot isn't... uh, too friendly. Iunno what you want me to do, put on gloves and hope it doesn't melt them and burn my skin? I'm not... gonna.. go near it anytime soon unless I can figure out a way to safely interact with you AND Maltot at the same time. Best or worst, you have your gang's local witch/medic to patch you up, maybe fix the jaw of yours if you wanted to. It'll be a pain if you keep falling apart either way... so we just gotta try our best to make sure the medical treatment still works. Stay safe, yeah? I'll keep an eye out." Celene seems to chuckle after writing the paper about Jatay. Yeah, the jokes didn't always work, but when it works, it works. It's a good thing she is still fond of this biker. She seems to care about him quite a bit, even if it's because she cares for every biker as the designated medic/witch. Jatay is one of the people in the Loveless Biker Boys that she respects and someone who gives her hope, the other being Dice.

Jeff-- "You've been a weird one lately, Jeff. But then again, so have I. We've been aware of the secrets of the outside-- the secrets of the unknown world and its creatures. It's driven us mad, but I fear it's been the worse for you. You cannot hope that our gang, nor anyone else, understood everything beyond their regular knowledge. It's been... technically, us and nobody else. Yeah, I know, it's bittersweet as hell. As the gang's witch, and the daughter of a witch and a warlock, it is true we lack social comprehensibility when we gain knowledge beyond our own, especially when coming to contact with eldritch deities or go too deep into what we know, like secrets or magic. We've just got to do the best we can, even if we're all different people, right? I'll still look out for you and the others, I just don't want you to get hurt or worse.

Oh, and... uh... you don't have to beat up the newbies, just try not to destroy them unless they really really REALLY deserve it. No, I'm being serious here, Jeff. It's either you or Dice that's been killing them, and my workload is running high. My statistics are getting SCREWED. Plus we're not getting any new members that stay long term because by that point, they've probably been converted to meat food for cannibalism. Like, god damnit, I don't want to have to resort to necromancy or dark magic just to revive people or some other weird shit just to get them a better chance at joining the gang than if they were fresh. I appreciate you caring for me and the others, but damn I wish you hadn't completely lost your mind sometimes." Celene sighs, putting the paper about Jeff to the side. She's been fond of him, but she's also been frustrated. Yet again, these two have knowledge beyond normal comprehension, so it's not like Celene can find anybody else... Besides, she has her knowledge on the outside, witchcraft, medicine, her lunar and night magic, astronomy, and even eldritch studies (including dark magic).

Varai-- "Varai, Varai, Varai... your case is a lot more weirder than all the others. It's also the one that's been driving me crazy as the gang's medic and witch. I'm aware you cannot meet your own end, and yet you look and smell as if you had. It's like you are a 'living undead' person. I have tried multiple, and I mean, MULTIPLE ways to put my waning moon magic to work on this sort of thing, yet it doesn't seem like you have healed that much. You're still the same living undead as I see you currently. It's complicated, as you are a book of undead magic, so full of mysteries and secrets I've not yet solved or delved my book-smart head into. I just don't get you. I really just don't get you. It's not that I hate you, I really don't... I just feel concern AND confused at the same time, and that's what's driving me mad. As your fellow biker, medic, and friend, I want you to get better, feel better, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW! I still wish there was more ways to help you, but I can only do my best as the medic to heal whatever I can...

P.S. Even though I'll still talk to you and play with you, as the gang's medical witch I would rather not be infected for health reasons. Without me being healthy and alive, I wouldn't be able to still heal wounds, infections and whatnot, including my attempts to heal yours. I'm sorry, Varai."

Celene puts this paper expressing her feelings about Varai to the side. The conditions and circumstances regarding Varai are so mindboggling that she's struggled to find ways to fix the condition. In fact, he's one of the reasons WHY Celene has gone to unethical lengths regarding her healing magic (aka dark magic/necromancy)! She's mainly been keeping an eye on Varai, and to her he's still a research subject and an experiment in some way. If something went wrong, it's easy to just patch Varai up with basic lunar magic (waning) or even stitching up. However, for most other conditions, like how he kind of looks undead, it's puzzling until Celene figures it all out and it's not as puzzling to heal and cure. Even when she wrote this letter describing Varai, she shuddered out of fear, a chill running through her head to her tail for once.

"Ugh... I wish Dice didn't have to do that, but despite how flustered I AM over him, he does things that make me quiver with f e a r... And this result... was one of them." Celene takes no pleasure in this fact. There's things she likes about the boss, and there's things she doesn't like. There's a bunch to say, and it isn't easy writing a paper about her own boss, someone she's smitten with still... She's always saved the best in her eyes for last.

Dice-- "... Oh, Carroll. Dear boss... There's still so much, a lot, to say to you. It's not easy to say all of them, because they are a mix of affection, admiration, and... concern. My feelings are still strong, but it's not just 'cause of my loyalty, nor my hopeless crushing. It's because I'm concerned about you. Yes, it's about your drug usage. I doubt your boasts of being unable to really die, but what if I do lose you because of it? What if you are gone because of it, even if you yourself 'enjoy it' or 'get stronger' because of it? Not that I mind having you and 'Pink' around as a thrilling two-in-one person package. Yet, a drug overdose is... potentially dangerous, mortal even, and my magic cannot heal you from those long term consequences to your body and your mind, even as the gang's medic/witch. Your life is still young and delicate, and there's still a future ahead of you, even if this gang dissolves.

Er, well, it's BEEN dissolving because no new members have come to revive it from its current state. Partially because you've been eliminating them, yes I'm aware. It's affecting my workload and the status of the gang's existence. I wish I could tell you to stop increasing casualties, but you have more power than me. Thus, my statistics and papers will be messed up regardless.

However, you've REALLY got to take care of yourself, boss. It's the only way you'll still be able to take care of the others as a leader. You're not going to be alone through this, and... I'll stay 'til the end. I'll stay by your side to help you, and I'll keep taking care of the gang. Just, please, no more lies, and no more running away on that motorcycle in the night. Don't pretend as if you're immortal, because you're not. Be brave as you always are, embrace the darkness of reality, and see the full moon with me and the other bikers. All this, because... I love you, Carroll... I really care about you, Carroll... and I want to always be there for you any way I could." Celene frowns on this piece of paper designated to Dice. Some parts were scribbled out because she doesn't know the reaction, and because it sounds cringe in her head. Even if she were to put in the most important part of a confession, she stashes it away in the drawer under the desk. She's become bolder in regards to showing affection and even trying to find ways to confess, yet she still holds back in some way. It's torturous. It's hell. He's hell, in his own way; and yet Celene enjoys Dice very much.

"Oh, fur-get it, I wish there was an easier way to show support and love in more ways than one, but it's just... it's just difficult to convey in words. The only thing I can do is to be there by the boss' side, kick ass, heal... and keep my eye out for the others. The witch's work is never done. Even though I would want the others to be okay... I really just want Carroll to be healthy and happy most of all." Having a strong crush on the leader is still one feeling, but her concern has been pretty powerful since the big changes to this place. Either way, her sense of duty remains stronger than her free-time admiration. Celene sighs, taking a break from her worktable and going to her bed, just nodding off to sleep.

Who knows how long will this dream nightmare last? It can only go on for so long until it's just... gone. Like a scenario in which the moon really disappeared. In either case, the lonely lunar kitty witch biker can only sleep and hope for the best in this instance.