#do u think val says 'when me' when he sees those videos

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Alastor joins The Vees au and Alastor walks by Vox watching those vaguely sexual hydraulic press and penetrive metal working tiktoks and says "when Val." And the runs away before Vox can question him

[katyspersonal]

3 for Aldrich, Aldia, Willem & Laurence

9 for Maria

11 for Micolash & Aldrich

24 for Laurence

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

3) What first drew you to this character?

As for Aldrich, I vaguely recall finding out that he checks the traits I like the most? He was one of the characters I've learned about through fandom and not on my own, and I think this ancient meme about summarises it:

Also:

@val-of-the-north SHUDDUP you're basically so horny for Laurence/Logarius/Snatchers that you can't even picture them in your mind in any way but being naked!!!!!!! *casts the stone back at u*

With Laurence, like with Mico, it was the very first glance at the character in Youtube compilation with boss themes and concept art image. I did not know the lore yet, but the design and the music made me imagine Laurence as sort of aged, sagely librarian. I could not imagine back then that his boss fight would be him being a "helpless abhorrent little mewmew" as kids call it! Heck, I thought he'd have dialogue despite the monster form x) In a way, my first impression was not wrong, with the cut content of him actually talking even in a beast form, and implication of him being a son of Cainhurst cut content librarian NPC! I have intuition for cut content before having information, hahaha!

I have nothing to say about Willem. It might be a memory gap thing, but I swear at some point I feel I was turned off and then booted back up with liking this character already installed in my system x) As for Aldia.... ugh for fuck's sake... yeah, it was this legend:

I was absolutely floored by this stupid vid even without knowing any context, but I also instantly liked this character. I didn't even know his name yet, but the voice acting and long yapping about philosophy already pulled me in XD (Also unironically, this video is precisely how I give relationship advice fhfhdds)

9) Does this character remind you of anyone you know? Does that affect how you see them?

Yeah, I know this person. I know them very well. I know them more than anyone else. Someone who was misguided (by their destructive influence mentor figure, by their own foolishness and past history, or combination of both, who can tell anymore?) into committing awful things, then despaired over their sins and attempted redemption but also failed in some way? This person is me. At some point I've found myself in front of horrible truth about my past life and personality, and knew I was guilty and sullied forever. That it was over for me as a human being, but that didn't matter, and I could only keep people safe by locking myself away and trying to serve something better.

......annnnd it took a few years of more informed people to (metaphorically) shake me and slap my face into lucidity, explaining to me that I've fallen for the "BPD demonization" that was going far beyond than my individual failure as a friend, and we are always accused of abuse and causing irreversible harm when the worst we do is being emotionally overbearing. I kept losing trust to those friends, telling them that they were enablers who tried to gaslight me into thinking I was not 'that much of a monster', until it was other people with BPD who 'shook me and slapped my face into lucidity'. xd Nonetheless, even though now I know the truth about how society treats BPDs, I remember the feeling of being so monstrous and harmful that I was not even allowed to "touch" people with my dirty hands, how my reality used to be. So, I could write Maria going through this effortlessly, especially considering what she did was more plain and tangible!

In fact... thank you for asking me about this, because I kept wondering why I had such frequent dreams about being Maria, and why the Maria in my dreams acts like abused child that took back control against Gehrman despite my portrayal of the guy being so different. And now the puzzle is solved! That part of me still lives inside, it seems.

11) How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Already answered this for Micolash here: ( x )! As for Aldrich, it was through properly analysing the bigger picture and context of his actions. I've figured that his madness was, in fact, being informed on what was far too ahead of everyone else around him! He, like the rest of the cast, is trapped in the rotting, doomed world in which the only choices are 1) "die with dignity" or 2) commit something unthinkable from moral standpoint for a chance to escape. And will morality of the rotting world will matter in the new world anyways? Won't it all be left behind and be forgiven?

The guy also tried to take everyone else he could with him, like sort of a fucked up Noah's Arc! I can tell that they reused the concept with Rykard, at least, I am glad they know what works xD I'd say that the sadism he experienced upon eating people was either result of insanity (he understood a thing no one should understand), or still didn't exclude the bigger purpose (egotistically revelling in how holy he is helping everyone and doing what no one else dared, which would be like my Laurence). In any case, I have the strongest respect to the courage it takes to transcend the bonds of morality and compassion in order to to greater good. Being burdened with the knowledge of how the world really works, and choosing to push through instead of still being bound... This is why I also like Fauxsefka; learning how this world works, she chose to turn people into Kin so they can't ever become beasts. I am weak for this trope, you don't understand.

24) Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them.

Laurence appears in my dreams only in two contexts: 1) Micolaurence or 2) dreams about finding secret files in Bloodborne that reveal his canonical appearance before beasthood! I can tell the latter comes from my everlasting unsatisfaction with my design for him, because I love it but it doesn't feel "fitting" and I can't identify why!

The former, I think, fandom rubbing onto me x) In two of these dreams, I was Laurence. In other two, I was Micolash. In one of Laurence dreams it was mutual, in the second one I was in love unrequited. In one of Micolash dreams, it was mutual, and in another it was not.. Basically, my dreams allows me to experience this ship from every possible angle. o_o Waiting for more I guess fhhdfsfd

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Thank you for asking! And.. without exaggeration, you've just done quite a psychological work on me by just asking the right thing. I need to think about that, hahaha

[bangtanger]

CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

was thinking for 84 hours where should i post it but as its my creator blog i m doing it here <3 i was tagged by @taemaknae @suhdays @ynki @honsool @jjeongukie @taeyungie @dearbangtansonyeondan @lifegoesmon @everythingoes @flipthatjacketjiminie @yoongi-bts @jiminslight @hopekidoki @cowboyjinbop @yoonqiful @jcngkooks @pjmsdior @hobeah @balenciaguks​ @jinvant @hobibestboy @vjimin @yoongikook AND THANK U SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME T_T ik maybe its not a big deal but its a big deal to me and im touched :(((((((((((( also gimme some time to check all ur posts 👉👈 also im in a mood to say that ive collected many pokemons here djfksfhsakjddld ok nvm 

also sorry for a long post ik tmblr fvcks things up sometimes when there is keep reading so dont fight me plz <3

❀ first creation and most recent creation of 2020 

ok this is the fist one (still very pleased with colouring here T_T the stage lighting was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, well yeah as always lmao) and this is the most recent (TBH DKJSKDSDK I WISH MY MOST RECENT POST COULD BE A DIFFERENT ONE THE ONE I WANNA MAKE FOR A MONTH NOW THE ONE ID PUT A LOT MORE EFFORTS IN SO IM A LIL FRUSTRATED i literally just missed giffing but couldnt watch anything new so took an old vid i wanted to gif once I DIDNT EVEN USE MYCOLOURING PSD IT LITERALLY HAS ONLY COUPLE OF LAYERS uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( but whatever,,, it just kinda doesnt show the difference -_-)

❀ a creation u r really proud of 

well 👁👄👁 there r quite few,,, and the main reason is colouring most of these r comps and i a b s o l u t e l y sucked at comps and esp at making the colouring consistent there lol so lets begin lol  1 (u have no idea how muchi love this set) 2 (i fucking mastered it i wanted to remake it for two years and i finally did!! 60 fps smooth good moments iconic performance iconic hair colour his attitude bruh and ofc the fact that i could do sth with colouring,,,,,, and chose such an unusual colour scheme that i doubted jckdckfdk and it still worked out 🥺) 3 (lol i had this idea written down since 2018 as well and this year i could finally collect all moments i needed and oh boi yeah,,, AND COLOURING I COULD ALMOST yeah almost do sth decent with it there r still couple moments id changed but im pleased) 4 (im so happy whenevr i see this CUZ IT ALL WORKED OUT it was such an impulsive comp i literally only saw couple moments for past few years as well where i could see three of them in one frame and suddenly I WAS LIKE I FUCKING MUST POST THOSE MOMENTS SOMEHOW and im so proud of colouring it looks so well T_T) 5 (the colouring ofc im still :o that i could get rid of that shitty shit dkksjkj AND THE MOMENTS ITSELF?????? AND BLACK SWAN???????? EVERY PERFORMANCE???? HAIR?????? OUTFIT???????? EVRERYHTIGNM???????? HIS FUCKING STARE? FACE??? DONT MAKE ME CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA also if im not wrong this set in particular made me start my before/after posts 🥺) 6 (i jujst love everything about it e v e r yt h i n g also i could made ppl believe that jin fr has purple hair here when in reality its brown djhfdhskdf one of blending modes or adjustment layers worked this way lol) 7 (i wont even comment this tried a great tutorial with great beautiful resuls for the first time ever and it worked out so well and i like it so much and the whole yoongi here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, also love me some borders that add cinematic feels to some gifs or just make them pretty in a dif way just like i did with prev post i mentioned imo lol) OK LAST ONE 8 (I USED A VIDEO OF STARS AND ADDED IT TO THE GIF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FUCKED WITHMASKING FOR 3 HOURS GRRRRRRRR THIS IS SO HUGE FOR ME!!!!! i cant even explain whew IVE NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE SO I WAS REALLY PROUD TOO even tho i fucked masking up on some layers lmao but lets not pay too much attention to it 👀)

❀ a creation that took u forever

ohhhhhhhh i think this one cuz the moments were long i couldnt decide what do i want to include + it ts file so u kno,,, the speed,,, of processing,, + somehow decided to put them all together + fucked with colouring + had to get rid of the logo and as we know japan likes a lot of big braight text around haha and draw hair in moments where logo made it look blurry + had to adjust the order and all that stuff but getting rid of logo was the longest part 

❀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes

whew this iconic one im still amazed tbh they looked soso incredible and im glad how everything turned out here <3 (could change some colouring on bg tho so it could look better and more hq :c)

❀ a creation u think deserved more notes 

lol this one cuz i was so hyped to make it cuz their concert in saudi arabia is one of my fav things in the world and i waited for so long to have mood and energy to go throught it to find jk moments and i couldnt choose some for this comp for so long and just,,,,,, overall,,,, the way he looks here............................................................... its a special comp to me haha ill def gif more of it i have shit ton of clips left and also there r other members and i just want to sit and enjoy yhe whole thing to so may find more stuff to gif here lol

❀  a new fandom u joined an a creation u made for it 

i didnt join anything heurheru

❀ a creation u made that breaks ur heart

OKAY LISTEN DSJAKDJHFDKJ THIS ONE IF U KNOW U KNOW AND IM SURE IT BREAKS ALMOST EVERY HEART tbh whenever i see soft smiles or soft interactions or anything like this im just :’( <3 even my serotonin boost tag does it to me cuz its too precious T_T

❀  a ‘simple’ creation that u really love

this one cuz everything about it ah and this one 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❀ a creation that was inspired by someone else

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk maybe this one ? cuz i never did anything like this before and maybe i saw someones beautiful headers and decided to try one too ? i could do a lot better there is not enough depth but oh well,,, lol

❀  a favourite creatin created by someone else

oh its gonna be hard :) dear every conten creator i hope u dont mind if i wont go though the whole 2020 gif tag but choose form the most recent ones i loved? u know how much i appreciate ur content cuz i never stop screaming about it in tags but truly there r more content makers and i want u to know that i really love ur content :(

@syubb welllllllllllll i wont even comment this is iconique.....

@jinv T_T val i miss u but there should be bday comps with that BIG ASS IMAGE THAT HAS ITS PARTS ON EVERY SINGLE GIF I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN that icant even find dfjksfskj

@jung-koook i literally couldnt choose ehdskjdjksd but i decided this one cuz its sososososososososososososososososososososo well made every single detail here is chefs kiss

@kkulmoon i truly really cant get enough of ur colouring lately T_T

@minhope !!!!!!LITERALLY EVERY PANTONE COMP OR ESPECIALLY 7 YEARS WITH BTS PANTONE ONE IM AAAAAAAAAAAAA and lmao i think this is one of the most reposted things ive ever seen on internet T_T

@jjoon hng amy u know how i feel about ur content T_T decided this one cuz f l a w l e s s 

@hopekidoki stuff like this makes my jaw lie in the floor dsjkdj

@flipthatjacketjiminie idk whats up but it makes me scream like a madman every time i see it.........

@lifegoesmon i cant even explain why i chose this one but everything here is so incredible !!!!!!!!1

@hobeah one of those good fucking bye ones.....

@taeyungie this made me feel so many things and a whole ass a w e so cool T_T

@jiminfilter i will never shut up about bts core jungkook one should also be here

@seoksjin THE COLOURS I SCREAM OH MY GOD O HMY OGD I JUST WENT TO CHECK OUT AND SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY DJKSJD DECIDED THIS IS CRAZY THE PASTELS THE PINNKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVERYHTGIN but also those birthday posts ahhh T_T

@jinvant i wanna YELL but also u know how much i love ur quality and blacks  T_T and gfxs too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@yoongi-bts i love everything here with my whole heart!!!

@everythingoes SHOUWLD I EVEN EXPLAIN WHY

@hobibestboy THIS IS SO COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE COLOUR SCHEME

@joenns  I WONT EVEN EXPLAIN IM SO HURT HES SO THIS IS SO T____________________T 

@jjeongukie idk i cant get enough of skin tone!!!!!!!!!!!!

@chaylani i really love the colouring and love these posts with highlights T_T

@eklipxe COLOURING AND EVERYTHIGN

@oncupid cant get enough of every colouring ive seen <3

@jiminslight THIS WHOLE GIF RIGHT HERE

@6dis-ease COZY AND PRECIOUS T_T

@ofkimtaehyung I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS ITS SO PRETTY

@taee it was really hard to choose too T_T decided to go with this cuz,, u kno

@yoonqiful CUZ THESE COLOURS DRIVE ME INSANE

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG KDSFJSAKDL I WOULD ADD A LOT MORE CUZ THERE IS A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE HOURS I BETTER CHILL 

❀  some of your favourite content creators from this year

ok i may forgot someone + in no order in particular + literally every creator that i follow/whose content i reblog @taeguks @tearuntold @cyphertaehyungie @love4hobi @kimnamtaejin @taejoon @jimiyoong @namkook @taeyungie @jinvant @jinv @6dis-ease @jiminrolls @daechwitas @syubb @syuga @jjeongukie @cowboyjinbop @hope-film @minhope @hopekidoki @joonie @namgination @jung-koook @faerieth @kooksv @lifegoesyoon @yoonqiful @j-sope @chaylani @jiminfilter @jjoon @everythingoes @varietae @seoksjin @dearbangtansonyeondan @ofkimtaehyung @yoongi-bts @gaypeople @seokjinyoongis @agustdfeatrm @joenns @houseofarmanto @namjoon (will miss forever) @thebtsgenre @honsool @vjimin @seokjinite @jiminswn @taee @hobeah @lifegoesmon @taemaknae @gukgi @kkulmoon @flipthatjacketjiminie @jintae @jcngkooks @ynki @yoongikook @yoongiandthebiaswreckers @jiminslight @gwkie @oncupid @eternalbulletproof and many more <3

OK SO i wanna say a special thanks to every content creator ever and also i wanna say that im really glad to be a part of this community all of u r so cool and creative and make such beautiful things and many of u made me feel EMOTIONS with ur sets or not only sets ill be forever grateful that i discovered bts and for everything they do to me without even knowing ALSO THANK U FOR STILL BEING HERE ON TUMBRLDSDFKJ yeah this year was less active there were few issues many ppl went on twt but thank u for still being here also happy new year <3333333 i think i sounded deeper and more emotional when i was commenting ppls gifs :| but its almost 2 am so i hope u will understand dkfjkfsjk im happy there is this corner on the internet that feels cozy and so welcoming <3 i love u i wish u a better year ahead <3 ok for checking notifications purpose ill tag my blog lol @eternal-bangtan

[babyboibucky]

Hi I was wondering if you could help me find this series. my description of what I remember is pretty long so please feel free to ignore this. and sorry for my grammar, I don't feel like fixing it.

The series starts off with the reader being found by Thor and they started talking and after the conversation he declares her his daughter and the reader saids something along the lines of “I never had a father before” or something like that

The series follows civil war, infinity war, endgame, and tfatws. I don’t remember most of the parts until the series hits tfatws phase. But I do remember a little from the civil war part where the reader flirted with bucky for the first meeting him. (I don’t remember whose team she was on or if she wasn’t on a team at all)

During endgame when its the final battle and everyone came back, bucky kissed the reader mid battle. And when it was tony’s funeral bucky and the reader haven’t talked yet but the reader thinks that he is ready for a relationship with her.

Im not sure if this part was after the funeral or when Steve was returning the stones but the reader went up to bucky and bucky said that the kiss was a mistake and they went their separate ways.

Fast forward to the tfatws phase where sam and bucky need help with the flag smashers so they go to new Asgard. When they came to new Asgard they were met with valerkie with her saying that the reader wasn’t home but then the reader was walking towards them in a clubbing dress and heels in her hands when she sees sam and bucky. (The reason being is because she is trying to keep people safe at night after some problems occurred)

The reader doesn’t want to help at first I think but eventually agrees and then the next thing I remember is the plane scene. Where the reader hasn’t even acknowledge bucky and was mostly looking out the window. I think that the reader and zemo had a brief conversation.

When zemo said the bucky needed to be someone he claims that isn’t there anymore, bucky looked over at the reader for some comfort but she wasn’t even looking in his direction.

Fast forward to when they were about to go to zemo’s place bucky and the reader recognize that the wakandians were there and they had talked. And when the reader tried to back to sam, bucky stopped her so they can talk alone. And that led the reader saying “im letting you go bucky” but bucky doesn’t want the reader let him go.

Then fast forward to when bucky goes to confront zemo and ayo takes him in her custody. The reader was with her and that’s when bucky found out that the reader was going with them and he thought that the universe was getting back at him.

When the reader was at wakanda, shuri and ayo (I think there may be other, not sure) were asking if she if actual over bucky. And when the reader said yes, shuri told her that she can set her up with one of princes that her mother was trying to set her up with and the reader agreed.

At the same time bucky was with sam then went back home where sam sent him an email of a video of a bunch of kids explaining how to get the girl. And another email from shuri saying that the reader explained everything and he is free to come back anytime. And that she is setting the reader up with a prince.

Which led bucky to freak out and he raced to new Asgard and as he went to the reader’s door Valerkie exited out of the reader’s house and was confused to why bucky was saying that he was there to stop her from going on a date but later caught and left.

When bucky snowed on her door the reader was like “val I didn’t even lock the door yet” or something along those lines. And when she saw bucky she was confused and all bucky was “please don’t go on that date” but again the reader was confused because she wasn’t going on a date but didn’t say anything and let bucky continue talking. When bucky was done the reader said that she wasn’t going on a date and bucky put together that shuri set him. But then the reader was like “oh I did say she could set me up with a prince that her mom was trying to set her with” and then bucky said please don’t. And they ended up together.

In the last part of the series bucky and the reader went to sam’s for the BBQ and after awhile of hanging they decide to call shuri because they never told her that they were together. (Maybe shuri called the reader im not sure) but the reader decided to trick shuri into thinking that bulky didn’t try to stop the date and the reader asked about the prince and shuri was like “oh uh I think he has a girlfriend now” and the reader was “oh that shame is there anyone else” but shuri figures out that they were messing with her and then the series ends

Anybody who knows of this fic? 😊

[imaginestuffandthangs]

Training Room (Avengers x Reader){Chatroom}

Author’s Note(s): I got the idea for this from one of those quotes I’ve seen on like every incorrect something blogs. This is the second chatroom I’ve done, I honestly had so much fun writing this but I am aware it’s not the best. This time there is a reader x someone slight pairing but I wouldn’t want to spoil who it is. 

Y/N has started a chat.

Bucky has joined the chat.

Y/N: Bucky!

Bucky: yeah?

Y/N: I need help!

Bucky: oh my god

Bucky: what should I do????

Bucky: STEVE WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO

Y/N: WHATEVER YOU DO DON’T TELL STEVE!!!!

Y/N: I SWEAR TO THOR IF YOU INVITE STEVE TO THIS CHAT, I’LL SHOVE YOUR METAL ARM UP YOUR ASS

Bucky: WHY SHOULDN’T I TELL STEVE, HE CAN HANDLE THESE SITUATIONS BETTER THAN ME

Y/N: CHILL MA IT AIN’T THAT SERIOUS

Y/N: I’m just bored

Bucky:  JUST BORED!!!!!

Bucky: You can’t do this stuff to me y/n, I almost had a heart attack

Bucky: I thought your life was in danger or something

Y/N: So, you thought my life was in serious danger?

Bucky: yes…

Y/N: and you thought the first thing I’d do in that situation is start a chat. I’m dumb buck but not that dumb.

Bucky: Well I realise now I might have been a little quick to jump to conclusions

Y/N: a little….

Bucky: anyway, what was with the response to me saying I’d tell Steve

Y/N: oh that…haha

Y/N: that was nothing

Bucky: hmmm

Bucky: if that’s the case then why are you so bored, weren’t you playing on your game station with Clint

Y/N: OH my god

Bucky: what?

Y/N: you called it a game station

Y/N: you are such an old man…I’m wheezing

Bucky: Stop trying to change the subject!

Y/N: don’t know what your talking about old man

Bucky: OH…I figured it out!

Bucky: Did Steve put you in time out again kid

Y/N: SHUT UP

Bucky: HAHA

Y/N: It’s bad enough Clint witnessed the whole thing, I can’t have the guy who calls a console a game station mocking me.

Y/N: my ego has already taken a big hit

Y/N: :(

Bucky: sorry y/n

Bucky: How do you have your phone?

Y/N: I hid it somewhere he wouldn’t check ;)

Bucky: 😳

Y/N: It’s soooooooooo boring buck

Y/N: anything interesting happen lately?

Bucky: uh yeah of course

Y/N: and???

Bucky: actually, I can’t think of anything

Y/N: useless buck, bloody useless!

Bucky: fine! What about you then?

Y/N: Uh well…

Y/N: Got called gay in the training room the other day.

Bucky: What happened?

Y/N: Got called gay in the training room

Bucky: Yeah, but why?

Y/N: I was being gay.

Bucky: In the training room?

Y/N: Yeah, it was in the training room.

Tony has joined the chat

Tony: What are you two up talking about?

Bucky: Talking about how y/n was called gay in the training room the other day

Tony: you got called WHAT

Y/N: gay

Tony: but why would they say that

Bucky: well, she was being gay

Y/N: yeah, I was

Tony: This explains nothing, you guys realise that right?

Thor join the chat

Y/N: THOR!

Thor: LADY Y/N!

Y/N: :)

Thor: :)

Tony: should I be offended that I didn’t get that welcome?

Bucky: Y/n got called gay in the training room the other day.

Thor: :(

Thor: why would someone say that to you lady y/n

Y/N: well Thor… I was just being gay I guess

Thor: So, this all took place in the training room?

Tony: YES THOR

Tony: Y/n got called gay in the training room the other day

Tony: why am I always stuck in the chat with you simpletons

Y/N: :o 

Bucky: :o             

Thor: :o

Tony has added Bruce to the chat

Tony: Please man save this chat

Y/N: hello Bruce :)

Bruce: hello Y/n

Tony: why am I the only one who isn’t being greeted y/n

Tony: AND BRUCE I WAS THE ONE THAT ADDED YOU TO THE CHAT!

Thor: Bruce did you hear what happened to y/n?

Bruce: no, I have not heard Thor, is everything alright y/n?

Tony: guess I’ll just talk to myself then

Y/N: I got called gay in the training room

Bucky: it happened the other day Bruce

Tony: Oh fuck sake just read the chat I can’t go through this again

Bruce: Who called you gay y/n?

Tony: I can’t believe I didn’t think to ask that

Y/N: HA what a simpleton

Tony: JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION

y/n has added Loki to the chat.

Thor: IT WAS MY BROTHER!?

Thor: Loki confess to your crimes!

Bucky: Confess

Loki: For what crime?

Y/N: Oh, they mean for calling me gay in the training room

Bucky: CONFESS!

Loki: I called her gay in the training room

Thor: brother…how could you :(

Tony: Oh my god just tell us why

Bucky: CONFESS!!!!!

Y/N: It was because I was being gay!!!

Tony: but HOW

Y/N: Oh, I was kissing Valkyrie

Bucky: you…and Valkyrie

Bucky: Kissing…

Bucky:  😳

Y/N: yup

Thor: Congratulations lady y/n!!!

Bruce: Well it’s a surprise that’s for sure, but you two would make a lovely couple

Y/N: Thanks Bruce :)

Bucky: so, you two were like kissing

Bucky: on the lips

Y/N: yeah in the training room

Tony: And you didn’t think that was something you should have mentioned sooner

Natasha has joined the chat

Y/N: I did

Tony: WHEN

Y/N: When I said I was being gay in the training room

Natasha: yeah…think I’m going to give this chat a pass

Natasha has left the chat

Bruce: Yeah, I feel like my time can be spent more valuably, but y/n I am happy for you.

Bruce has left the chat

Loki: Y/n?

Y/N: yeah

Loki: ur gay

Y/N: no u

Loki has invited Steve to the chat.

Loki has left the chat.

Y/N: THAT FUCKING SNAKE

Y/N: THOR YOU HAVE TO PROTECT ME FROM STEVE

Thor: of course, lady y/n. I will protect Vals beloved with my life

Thor: and that has nothing to do with the fact she intimidates me a little

Tony: don’t worry bud she intimidates us all

Y/N: oh yeah, she does ;)

Bucky: Steve…?

Steve: Y/N YOU KNOW YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE IN TIME OUT REFLECTING ON THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS! I AM DISSAPOINTED THAT YOU WOULD DISOBEY THE RULES OF TIME OUT! NOW TELL ME HOW YOU HAVE YOUR PHONE THIS INSTANCE…. also, I am happy to hear you and Val finally acted upon you feelings for each other you both deserve to be happy.

Thor: oh it seems my brother calls on me, must go

Thor has left the chat

Y/N: coward! He was supposed to protect me

Bucky: when did Steve get this scary

Tony: oh my god

Tony: how did I miss this

Tony: Steve put y/n in time out

Tony: I am going to choke on my drink that is too funny

Y/N: then choke

Steve: Y/N answer the question

Y/N: I snuck it in my bra :)

Bucky: OH, that’s where you hid it

Y/N: WHERE DID YOU THINK I HID IT BUCKY?

Bucky: ….

Bucky left the chat

Y/N: coward

Tony: I want to know what y/n did to get put in time out

Tony: Did you not eat all your vegetables little one

Y/N: SHUT UR WHORE MOUTH

Steve: Y/N! this is the sort of behavior that gets you in time out

Y/N: STEVE! I’M A GROWN ASS WOMAN

Tony: Y/N, you need to learn to Respect your elders!

Steve: I’m coming to take your phone off you

Tony: I’m totally coming to see that

Y/N: It wasn’t even my fault Steve it was Clint’s

Steve: No excuses Y/n!

Tony: Now I’m curious, what happened?

Y/N: I threw my controller at Clint’s head

Tony: oh my god I need to see that

Tony: good thing there is a camera in the living room

Steve: Tony! Don’t encourage this behavior

Y/N: He deserved it! He was cheating

y/n has added Clint to the chat

Clint: Free her Steve! I did deserve it

Y/N: SO, YOU WERE CHEATING YOU LYING BASTARD

Steve: Y/N!!!!!

Y/N: Steve…fuck time out

Y/N: Clint you better run :)

y/n has left the chat

Clint: oh shit

Clint has left the chat

Steve: The disrespect

Steve has left the chat

Bucky has joined the chat

Bucky: Is there a reason as to why Clint just ran past me screaming

Tony: trust me, you don’t want to know

Bucky: oh god we’ll never hear the end of this from Steve

Bucky: also, I noticed you said there was cameras in the living room?

Tony: yeah, want me to show you the video of y/n hitting Clint?

Bucky: sure…but you wouldn’t happen to have footage from the training room…?

Tony: why would you

Tony: Oh I see, you dirty old man

Bucky: what uh I don’t know what you mean

Tony: hey I didn’t say anything against it

Tony: actually, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t think of it

Tony: come to the lab, we don’t want y/n to see us watching the footage

Tony has left the chat

Bucky has left the chat

[shiro-0197]

I might sob that valentine was so precious, you even included tsumu and made a pun how are you so perfect and sweet 😭😭 happy late Valentine's to you too, my love. I'll draw you something for Val's too :))

that sounds like such fun, I'm glad you had a good time!! I'm sure your mentors really appreciated you throwing that party for them (and the cake?? Sounds SO GOOD ksjdksk I've seen tons of those on Instagram, I'm sure yours tasted great too!! :) Chinese New year was rather boring this year, but oh well~ I'm sure next years' will be better :) also, emcee Shiro?? a whole frickin' concept, I never knew I needed 🤧✊💖

oh no that was me too!! XD your drawing looks really cute, honestly. I wonder how your hair would look like after waking up. Mine never looks too messy, since I braid it before sleeping xD but it sticks up in places.

ooh I see!! That's okay 👉👈 hehe, I hope the prep is going well. My studies are too, I just discovered a newfound hate for chemistry 🙄 awww I see 🥺🥺🥺🥺 that's alright love, I'm sure you'll find someone to keep you company. And if you ever feel too alone, you can always text me on Instagram and I'll reply asap <3

I'm starting a new job next month too :D of teaching art to small kids. I'm not sure how well that'll go, but I think it might be fine since I love art and I really want other people to love it too haha.

oh I see hehe >< I'm glad you think what I say resonates with you, I love you too. AND AAAAH THE CATS. CUTIES. the dude's accent was pretty cool too :P how was your day, love? I missed you.

—Ari

I am the stupidest man to ever exist ...... I was waiting for ur answer but I somehow didnt notice that it was already there IM SORRY ANDKFKKFKSKXK 😭😭😭😭

But im really glad you liked it, cuz the more I look at it the better it gets. You really don't have to, but even if you do I cant wait to see it then😋

AND IT WAS GOOD it was so fluffy and creamy and yummmmm, even tho the frog was deflated he was still happy (we couldnt really see that but we all felt it emptionally) so it made us happy as well.

Awhh that's sad, but yeah, I'm sure the next year will be better! Theres still time. I hope that I havent activated a disaster by saying that.

My hair gets charged (is that the right word?) very easily , probably because of my pillow so yeah my hair is always a mess until it calms down😝 Also that's cool, I dont have enough hair to braid mine<\3

I'm glad it's going well! By the way, me toooo, my underclassman (they're also the only one from their grade so I decided to talk to them) is here for a chemistry prep and they showed me one of the ninth grade things and it hurts me physically

Aww I will!! I sometimes forget I have insta until Kuro messages me, but I will keep that in mind xD you can message me anytime too!!

AWHH that seems so cool!! I really hope its going well. It's so sweet of you, I'm happy you're sharing your passion with others!!!

YES its adorable I've watched that videos for hours when I was feeling sad and it made me happy

My day just started so I'll tell u about yesterday, it was very cool, we had a kofte night? I'm not sure what the words is. Basically the teachers grilled us some meat and we made semi-sanlndwiches with them (I actually wasn't invited cuz I'm an 11th grader but like aye free food?? Heyyy😋 good thing my teachers love me). Some of us played Uno while the others decided to do something else, I dont quite remember.

What about you? How's it going for my sweetest little shortcake?😝

[shaydeoffical]

Hey amber❤️ love ur work. I was wondering if u can write about reader being best friends with bakugo and reader gets bullied for their sexuality at school but bakugo stands up for them🥺thank you.

Tattoo Artist Bakugou Katsuki x GN! Reader

Summary: (Y/n) is closing up the UA tattoo shop when two artists from across the street decide to give them trouble for their rainbow bandanna.

Warnings: Homophobia. Bullying. Violence. Hurt & Comfort.

Note: Awww thank you Val. I changed the request up quite a bit, but I hope you still like it!

Stand Up

  Picking up my rainbow bandanna, I wrung out the mud and glanced up at the boys from the rivaling shop. The number of times a customer walked across the street to our shop because these chumps were unwilling to do their desired pride tattoos, was more than I wanted to count. Of course, they'd cornered me in the alley by the bakery when it was my night to close. It shouldn't shock me; they were taking out their hatred on me.   Staying inside my head, they kept talking, and I just held the cloth close to my chest, begging the tears to remain at bay. The taller of the two boys had given me a black eye and bruised ribs, and if I didn't think of something, he's probably do something worse.   Chewing the inside of my lip, I slipped out my phone, trying to hit the emergency numbers. It was dumb, desperate, and my only plan. "Who you gonna call? Your 'partner'?" They both laughed at the shorter ones attempt at humor.   "Shut up," I jumped to my feet, spitting with all my might and watching it land on the taller one's shoe.   "Oh, you think you're cute?" The taller one grabbed my hair, tugging.   "Oi, what the fuck do you think you're doing with (Y/n)?" Katsuki. He looked at the bandanna in my crumpled hand, my phone tossed out of reach. His body tensed up, sliding off his leather jacket and flexing his arms.   "You want some? What, you support the homos too?" The shorter turned to face Katsuki and was met with a fist. I was tossed back to the gravel.  The taller doubled on Katsuki, and I took my chance to grab my phone and video the event.   "You extras think you get to tell other people how to live their life, huh?" Katsuki brought one man onto his knee, hitting his bread basket in a quick fury. Once that man was on his knee, Katsuki dogged a haymaker kicked the legs out from under the reaming one. "Fucking die!"   Of course, it would be harder to show this to the police with his threats, but this was self-defense. No, this was him saving my ass. Nothing had changed in the years we had been friends. Being out of the closet had its downsides, and it this. Bloody, bruised and helpless on the ground, a supercomputer in my hand, watching my best friend kick ass. Bakugo would never deny having an urge to kick their ass three months ago when we started working at the U.A shop, but now he didn't have a choice. Or not a good one, at least.   "If I ever see you so much as look at (Y/n) again, I'll make sure you never see the light of day. Got it!?" Both men were on the ground, face down. Katsuki walked on top of them to hoover of me. His was just as bruised as I was, but I was the only one crying. "Hey, stop being such a baby and stand up. They aren't going to try shit again."   "Ah, thank you," I took his outstretched hand, but he didn't let go, tugging me back to the shop.   "Tch, you have to do better than this. What if I wasn't there? What would you have done back there?" Inside the shop, he locked the door and pulled out the medical kit. Walking towards the bathroom.  Like always, I followed him. Katsuki had his flaws, but he was a force to be reckoned with. There was no way I could look away from him, like gravity, he held me down.   "I'm sorry," I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself ad wincing.   "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault those idiots don't have a brain cell between them." I could see the steam forming around him, before his shoulder's relaxed, and placed the alcohol-soaked pad to my forehead. "I just wish the world was a different place for us. That I could keep you safe."   "You did, you just saved me," I affirmed resting my palm just under his ear, cupping his head. "I promise I'll get stronger and put away my rainbows. Katsuki, please don't worry about me so much. I know you won't say it, but it's okay."   "No." He rested our foreheads together. "You shouldn't have to hide who you are to be safe. I'll make this world a better place, with you by my side, we'll change it."   "One knuckle sandwich at a time?" I grinned, feeling the connection between the electricity flowing from his body to mine.   "If that's what it takes." Katsuki wiped the blood from around my lips and paused. "I really care about you. I hope you know that."   "Of course, I care about you too." He leaned down, bypassing my mouth, and tucking his head by mine. Perhaps this said more than locking lips, alley fights, or apologies. Maybe our broken bodies melding like puzzle pieces meant more than heated actions. It was slow, warm, and all the affirmation I needed to know that I was safe, valid, and maybe something more.      

[ravishingrogers]

I'm loving the WarfPat Tonight logo, very on brand with Game Theory.

I most say I love Mat's impression of Will, honestly you can see how invested he has gotten into this story, just as we had. He got the mannerisms locked, he did a really good job, the hand thing, the accent, the jaw thing, is all on point.

Now in Dark I mean Dark talks with his hands and when I say that I mean HE TALKS WITH HIS HANDS A LOOOOOT, and Mat did that and explode it, making it seem more flair and dramatic which Come on now that's SCREAMS darkiplier.

King of the squirrels? More like King of The Theory's, ok enough of that, that was pretty cute, moving on.

You know how we all joked that MCU now stands for Markiplier Cinematic Universe? Well Mat beats us to it with that sweet Markiplier Connected Universe because of course, he's a clever boy.

"In fact, he's only just beginning" Y U P also does that mean more Theories about the MCU in the future? Hopefully?

*the editing of this video tho*

Compering Dark to the Joker makes a lot of sense to me honestly.

I'm glad we can all agree that Actor!Mark is an ass, a heartbroken ass but an ass.

THE DOKI DOKI POEMS ARE EXTREMELY IMPORTANT

LEGION OF DOOM™

I'm gonna talk about those misses Matthew had of course.

No, Celine wasn't kidnaped by Will, we all know this, but you have to remember that this IS in fact a theory, Mat is obviously new to the whole lore but that's the beauty of it, he can emerge more, do more theories on this, a win win for the community who has been doing this for years.

I think is fantastic that we finally got someone like MatPat, THE MatPat, invested in this story, our story. That he is so fascinated by it as much as we are. Was he accurate? Not entirely but neither are some of you so do NOT go and throw some dirt on Mat, he's one of us and we should respect him and even help him!.

I'm so glad Mark's work is being looked and praise because we knew it was good, we know is good, now more people will know just how clever and creative Mark is and the amazing things he created and will continue to create. I know this is a long post but I just wanted to say all this and beg of you all to keep things classy, help MatPat if you don't agree with his theory, that's the beauty of being theorists. Be respectful, that's all you have to do.

- Val 💜

[ultravioletsoul]

Vergil x F!Reader - Devil May Cry Part 3

Wow, it has been a while hasn't it? D: time flies by but I'm back with a continuation of the fic, at long last. You surely have realized that it takes me time to post stuff, but the good thing is that my chapters aren't short, so make yourself comfortable and be prepared for a lengthy read. I'm still trying to finish a lot of projects I have pending but… eh, gotta admit video games have been distracting me. Also, life gets in the way orz.

I want to take a moment to thank the readers for keeping me motivated to write mor! Your support means a lot to me. A special mention to my dear baes Lucia and Lala and thanks for reading my drafts, drawing art, and overall putting up with my inner fangirl ;u; love ya~. And to angeljasiel, too, who has been waiting for a continuation of this fic. I so hope I won’t disappoint you orz

Warnings: Unbetaed work. Slow burn. OCs. English is not my first language.

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Part III: Unexpected Meeting

It was difficult to tell for how long you slept the restless slumber of those who wander between worlds. You weren't certain of what had happened, either, though your mind vaguely recalled the coldness of blue waters and the shadow of fear that had gripped and almost crushed your soul. The memories were blurry, as though a veil had been draped over your eyes, and you could barely make sense of the bizarre images that lingered.

Amid those recollections was that of a faceless being, whose identity kept eluding you despite how much you strained to see. You simply could not, as the light that enveloped them was too incandescent and it always forced you to close your eyes tight. Perhaps those of your kind weren't meant to see the gentle face of the Savior. Maybe it was too sacred for a mere mortal such as yourself to behold, but you were content to be cradled in his arms like a small child so you didn't protest or resist.

Though part of you argued that this vision you'd conjured to allay your fears was too good to be true, another just wished to believe it was all real. A strange sense of peace had touched your soul, and you allowed it to envelop you in its gentle wings, as you felt your body drift to a place far away— carried by the waves of time and space.

As your surroundings morphed into a familiar setting, all of sudden a memory resurfaced and came back to life right before your own eyes. You found yourself inside a picture of the past, somehow; a little girl again, wearing colorful frilly dresses and ringlets with ribbons on your hair. But it wasn't the happiness of childhood that you were reliving with innocent zeal— days of reverie amid dolls, tea parties, and fairy tales. Instead you were standing by the door of your father's chambers, gazing upon his emaciated pale face as he lay immobile in bed. His grey eyes had rolled to the back of his skull, and his features drew a hideous grimace of fear that the rosy foam coming out of his mouth couldn't conceal. He had suffered before his death, and no one had been present to help him or even accompany him in his journey to the other side.

The baron had been ill for a long time, and nothing the doctor of your family did appeared to improve his unyielding condition. You were too young to understand, back then, that he was living on borrowed time. His last days, he was confined to bed and you kept him company during the afternoons after you were done with the lessons of your tutors.

He was an affectionate man, and you'd been happy by his side. Your father had been the one to encourage your imagination and allowed you to be just a child— allowed you to be yourself above all things. He used to tell you stories before going to bed, and he always was patient with your endless questions on even the silliest topics you could think about. Your curiosity, he once said, was something that one day would get you in trouble but he still humored you the way any loving father would.

Sooner rather than later, however, his health deteriorated despite your best expectations. He tried to hide his ailment from you, of course, but you sensed his suffering and noticed the changes in him. No longer the same man with a long life ahead of him, his complexion had become ash-colored— almost nearing a faint shade of blue— and his skin was most of the time covered in a layer of sweat. He was less alert to the world around him, as though he had little interest in it, and he stopped telling you stories when his shortness of breath became too much to bear. Then came the terrible coughing fits and the horror in his gaze when he saw the white handkerchief in his hand was stained with blood. After that disturbing event, you weren't allowed to visit his chambers anymore. Those were Agnese's orders, supposedly for the reason that he needed his rest to get better. When you grew up, you chose to believe that maybe she wanted to spare you from the sight of him in such a miserable state.

Being kept in the dark about this matter scared you, even more so when Agnese didn't even attempt to approach and give you reassurance. You thought that maybe she needed space to deal with the situation on her own but, still, a word of comfort would have sufficed. Nanna tried to keep you content saying father would get well; however, she had only fed you false hopes that in the end withered your confident optimism, and you came to the harrowing realization that life was not a fairy tale where people got to live happily ever after. You'd always thought that such a thing was possible, but it was only mere wishful thinking on your part.

That afternoon, you heard the commotion the maid had stirred when you were making your way to visit him— a crown of white and pink carnations in your hands. So innocent was the mind of your old self, who actually believed she could cheer up an afflicted soul with such trivial gifts. Yet, despite this gullible mindset, you knew he would have smiled at you and, maybe, you regretted not having seen that for a last time. Perhaps, deep down, you were only seeking reassurance in the face of the inevitable and, in your attempts to comfort him, it was you the one who wanted to be consoled.

You weren't supposed to visit him in his condition but you really wanted to see your father, and if you pretended to nap then Nanna would leave you be for a while. Then you could take this opportunity to sneak out of your bedroom, unnoticed. If only you had known what would be waiting for you at the end of this seemingly adventurous trip.

The you from many years ago didn't have the same fears or concerns so, in a manner of speaking, you were oblivious to this foreseen conclusion. Or maybe you knew it all along and, instead, preferred lying to yourself for the simple reason you couldn't accept that your time with him was being stolen. But that day the blindfold on your eyes fell and you were forced to face the truth you had dreaded for so long.

Without a second to spare the woman had taken off running past you, screaming and wailing as she made haste down the corridor. Overwhelmed by an ever growing hysteria, she barely noticed your presence and you felt a chill on your skin at the deafening silence that lingered afterwards. You only heard the quiet shuffle of your footsteps and the sound of your breath as you approached your destination, uncertainty and fear clouding your mind. And yet it was all clear to you when the sight that would haunt you many nights after that day left you paralyzed. Your emotions were muddled and you couldn't bring yourself to look away from him, in spite of your desperate wish to do so.

You could have stood there until the end of time, for all you knew, but at some point a hand gently squeezed your shoulder and someone called your name. Startled at the intrusion, you turned to the source of the voice and then you were gazing into Nanna's grieved face.

"Come with me, (Y/N)," she said, above a whisper, and your heart ached when her eyes betrayed the promises she had made.

You flinched and gulped the lump in your throat. It didn't matter what you said. Nothing could change the truth or what you felt, yet your mind kept denying it— refusing to accept the fact that your father was gone, and you would never see him again.

"He is not breathing." The words left your lips in a hurtful reproach, and Nanna shook her head when you attempted to look at his lifeless body again. Holding your cheek, she forced you to divert your gaze away from such a wretched sight, but it was already burned into your memory despite her futile attempts to make you unsee or forget. Did she not understand this?

"No, don't," she pleaded, taking you in her arms and pressing your face against the crook of her neck. "For the love of the Savior, someone cover the baron's face!"

"With all due respect, Ms. Bellini, you should take her away. The knight captain and I need to handle this matter with utmost care in the face of this unfortunate event. The demise of a parent is not something that a child should witness, either way."

"You don't have to remind me of that, Dr. Leoni, but I do hope that you would at least have the sensitivity to speak about it in front of her."

"You're not protecting her by hiding the truth."

"And I presume you have quite a lot of expertise in that area, right?" Nanna's voice was dripping with derision, though you couldn't understand the reason of her animosity— not yet, at least.

"What are you trying to say? I'm warning you, Ms. Bellini, I will not tolerate this offense on my personal and professional integrity!"

"Please, ma'am, doctor, this is not the time or the place to argue," said the knight captain in an effort to stop the altercation between Nanna and the doctor. "Let us not forget that, right now, we have a situation at hand that demands our immediate attention. Ma'am, I suggest that you take your leave with the young miss and refrain from interfering in our work, otherwise I shall have the knights remove you from this room. Believe me, it is not my wish to go to those lengths but I will have no other choice if you prove to be difficult."

Nanna's shoulders tensed and, for a long time, you wondered if her silence had meant to convey secrets that she didn't dare speak. The answer to this question eluded you, and you never considered to pursue it any further as you grew up in the fake contentment that sheltered you from this reminiscence. Even if you had asked her about it, Nanna would have probably told you that the past should remain where it belonged— that one shouldn't try to understand it but to accept it happened and couldn't be changed.

If only it were that easy to leave it behind, then you wouldn't be prisoners of the past. Humans wouldn't live enslaved to their memories, in a desperate attempt to find meaning to their existence however small or ephemeral it was.

As Nanna carried you in her sturdy arms, she walked away without another word. At that moment, you crumbled under the weight of this overpowering turmoil that gripped viciously at your heart. It was a pain that made you sick in the soul, and the aftermath of this misfortune brought naught but sleepless nights and nightmares when you were forced into a state of slumber— trapped in a world of horrors with no way to escape.

"Where is the baroness?" Nanna asked, doing very little to conceal her frustration at that point.

"She is reunited with her guests at the moment, and I'm afraid she won't be available for some time," came the squeaky voice of one of the maids that had tagged along. You could tell the young woman was distressed by the whole situation, as she struggled to keep an even tone in her voice. "We have already informed her of this... incident and she ordered we handle it with discretion."

Did she not care, at all? Her husband had just set fort on his journey to the afterlife and Agnese didn't seem to be concerned about it. Was she not even the slightest affected at these news? You didn't dwell on those thoughts, however, being too distraught by your own suffering and loss. Maybe you'd been selfish and self-centered, believing your misfortunes were the most tragic mankind had ever seen.

The closest experience you had with death until then had been when your grandfather passed away. Therefore, mortality wasn't a concept strange to you and you possessed a basic understanding of this ultimate fate. While you didn't actively seek to delve deeper into such topics, you had observed this undeniable truth in the smallest things of nature, even before you could reach a definitive conclusion. Humans weren't meant to last, and it proved to be the greatest irony of life that left you baffled— being born just to perish.

Your father had once explained that this existence was temporary, a flame that eventually faded, and you only were birds of passage in this world. There couldn't be death without having lived, and all that mattered was how people used the time that was given to them— how much they loved, and the decisions they made regarding how they chose to live. This was what Sparda taught humans, and so long as you were at peace with yourself there was nothing to fear nor regret in the end.

Grandfather fell asleep one night and never woke up. You were told that the Savior had called upon him, to the Fields of the Blessed— a place where there was no suffering, illness or death. Seeing him with such a serene expression on his face, as he lay in his coffin during his funeral, made you believe that he was in a better place and it helped you accept his parting.

However, you weren't so quick to find consolation when it was your father's turn to breathe his last.

Burying your tear-stained face on Nanna's shoulder, you asked her why did she lie to you if she knew that this would happen. Her silence spoke louder than words could ever have, as she carried you to the bedroom, and you cried that you hated her. Your words were cruel, and you were certain that even after many years they still affected her— something you regretted— but you were unable to stop them.

The flower crown slipped from your hands and lay discarded on the floor, much like your hopes. In your ignorance and unwillingness to see reason, you'd blamed others and opted to enclose yourself inside a shell of resentment and self-pity. Your heart had burned with anger at Sparda's inability to save someone you loved, not realizing that it wasn't his doing that you suffered neither was he to blame for the grievances that afflicted you.

He had already played his part in the salvation of mankind, bearing the heavy burden of a calamity its Great Sin had caused several millennia ago. When the kings of old and the greatest worshipers of evil, blinded by their mindless ambitions of power and a desire to live among their gods, sought to merge the human and demon realms, they released forces they weren't prepared to face. They brought destruction and darkness to the world, new home to their demonic rulers, and humans cried tears of blood.

Sparda could have left them all to die for their faults; after all, the wrath that poured from the heavens was of their own making. Anyone could have said that it was only fair their destiny should be to disappear, be erased from the memory of time, but he thought none of that. Even when he was a demon himself, a being humans should all fear and hate, his ability to feel compassion and love for someone else was unique and unprecedented in his kind. His love and justice revealed the path to redemption in a long perilous journey, and humans praised their father that came to their aid when they needed it the most.

The Savior had done too much for his children, surrendered his home and made himself a traitor among his brethren— lived a life of endless battles to ensure your race thrived in a new era, and that the terrible events of the past never transpired again. In his absence, humans had to learn to bear the burden of their own struggles as they patiently waited for his return.

It was during a spring afternoon that your father passed away. When the seeds that had been lying dormant beneath the earth sprouted after the freezing winter, the flowers bloomed and life flourished again, you had to bury him.

This wasn't something you wished to see. Why would your mind evoke reminiscences like these ? Instead of being trapped in these memories, you wanted to go back to that place of happiness that was your retreat as a child— a world of vivid colors and streams that glittered under a blue sky. Your playground in dreams, you called it once, where you could be at peace. However, it wasn't long before a drastic disruption of your serene and comforting musings sent you into a state of alienation, as you attuned your mind to the voices of a world that seemed to be foreign— not part of you, and neither you a part of it. An angry voice clamored, then, and your heart clenched at the panic that began to overwhelm you.

"How could you let this happen, Giovanna? I trusted you would take care of my daughter, that you would be with her at all times, and she nearly dies! Why did you take her to that fair? Why weren't you keeping an eye on her?"

"Forgive me, my lady. I looked away for a second and, when I called for her, (Y/N) had vanished without a trace! I couldn't find her anywhere, despite my best efforts."

"Your failure is inexcusable, and you know it. If it was not for the fact that you looked after me when I was a child, I would have you kicked out of this house immediately!"

It was Agnese's voice, without a shadow of a doubt, and you could practically see her fume with rage as she berated Nanna. You realized that it was your fault she was on the receiving end of Agnese's wrath though, for some reason, you still couldn't recall the events that had transpired and this only served to confuse you even more. The idea that you had almost died terrified you to the core of your soul, but you wondered if this wasn't merely an illusion meant to deceive you— another nightmare that tormented you without end.

The knight captain spoke.

"A young man happened to pass by and saved miss (Y/N) from drowning just in time, before we had to lament severe consequences. Would you not agree he deserves some kind of compensation, my lady? After all, he came to the rescue of your only child."

"Who is this youth you speak about? Send for him, at once. I would like to meet him personally. Let no one say that the baroness is not generous with those who gain her favor."

Drowning...

Yes, you remembered the blue waters and the light of the sun above as you were dragged deeper and deeper into the darkness. Flashes of that desperate moment resurfaced, and you could even recall the horror of long cold limbs around your body. You still heard the screeches and growls of a terrible monster that had lured you into its trap, with the sweetest voice you had ever heard in your life.

That morning you had lost your way home, and your wandering steps had taken you to the quay.

The images that played after what you considered would be your demise were still blurry, darkened, preventing you from seeing what had really happened. There was another monster, that much you could tell, but no trace of your supposed savior. They said he was a only young man, not the Lord as you'd expected— wishful thinking on your part, you realized. Yet again, part of you feared that the insanity had returned and you were witnessing your mind falling to pieces. However, you knew better than to trust these visions, as they weren't always a reliable reflection of the truth but, then again, what did they exactly mirror?

Thankfully, the voices faded and you were alone in your own little world. Beautiful flowers of a kind you'd never seen before surrounded you, their fragrance fresh and enticing— even more so than the most expensive perfumes ladies used to wear during celebrations. Tall trees with warm-colored leaves provided shade, and a soft breeze played with your hair as you chased after butterflies that led the way. You followed the stream, listening to the songs of birds and the gentle gurgle of waters, until you reached a cascade.

But then your world of happiness turned dark and bleak before your eyes as the ground trembled under your feet. The trees died, the flowers withered and the waters were tinted in red, leaving only a wasteland where frozen winds blew. Their coldness hurt, bit at your skin, and though you wrapped your arms around your body to retain some warmth, it did little to give you relief. You heard the skies roar and growl, then saw that their once vibrant blue had become a sickly shade of gray as a vortex of black corruption spiraled without end— tainting with its miasmatic essence what had once been a place of innocence and bliss.

You continued your journey, roaming a barren terrain of forgotten ruins without any destination or knowledge of where you were going. The words which could best describe this visage were, probably, valley of death. Yet it wasn't a typical picture where bones and skulls abounded, or serpents scurried away in search of prey. It was worse than that, in fact. Even in the most extreme deserts of the world some kind of life, however sparse it was, could thrive and be sustained. However, there was nothing here. Only endless desolation and the desperate howl of the winds.

Nothing could ever hope to survive in this place but, then again, none of this could be real.

It seemed that you'd been roaming aimlessly for ages, without any rest, until a weak light shone in the distance. Without a second thought, you approached— already affected by the despondency and loneliness that permeated this vision. When you were close to a group of ruins, you distinguished what seemed to be a woman and her presence unsettled you as much as it surprised you. At a first glance, she appeared to be wearing black robes but on a closer inspection you noticed she was also covered in some kind of black butterflies— or moths, you weren't sure. They flew around her, and you kept your distance as you debated whether you should talk to her or leave.

The torches that surrounded her were inverted and didn't offer any warmth, as you'd hoped. The woman was sitting all by herself, mourning her pain as she rocked an empty crib covered in dead flowers. Her sobs didn't stop even as you neared and, though you should have feared her, deep inside you only felt pity.

"Why do you weep, my lady?" you asked before you could ponder your actions any further, but something inside you wished to ease her pain. "What have they have done to you to cause so much grief?"

Her laments ceased and the woman finally took notice of your presence, though she didn't turn around. A pregnant silence followed and you began to doubt your choices, but then she replied with what appeared to be many voices all merged into a single one.

"Everything that I once loved was taken away from me. Now there is nothing left..."

"Who did this to you?" At your question, the woman— or illusion— hesitated for a moment.

"It was me." Her reply confused you. How could that be? "It is because of my sins that I suffer in this place. I did something unforgivable and, now, salvation is beyond my reach."

She faced you then, and you flinched at the darkness that was concealed beneath the black hood of her robes. There was an abyss of emptiness and sorrows, and her features were nonexistent.

"Begone, little one. There is no place for you here..."

When you opened your eyes, you had hoped to return to what you called— for a lack of a more appropriate term— the 'real' world. However, something was wrong. It took you a few seconds to get your bearings but, when you did, the first thing you noticed was that your bedroom looked very strange. Everything had been turned upside down and you could barely begin to comprehend what was going on when you saw poor Nanna sitting near your canopy bed, wiping her tears with a handkerchief. You tried to call for her but she wouldn't listen, and your situation started to make sense when you were confronted with the reason why she was so distraught.

Watching your body slumber didn't make for an appealing visage. You looked as though you were on your deathbed and, for a moment, you feared that you were actually passing away. If that were to happen, then you'd be trapped here in the other world with no way to return. With this concern in mind, you willed yourself to descend until your feet touched the ground and tried to get back into your body but it remained unresponsive.

Another memory resurfaced, and you knew you'd been in similar circumstances in the past. For this reason, you didn't want to stay here for longer than was necessary but, no matter how hard you tried, you were unable to regain control of your corporeal frame. You wished you could wake up and tell Nanna that you were alright, if only to ease her suffering. After all, you were the one to blame for what had happened. If only you'd done as you were told, then none of this would have happened in the first place. Many of your mistakes could have been prevented had you listened to your elders, but it was said experience was and would always be the best teacher in life. Learn something with pain and shame, and it was almost guaranteed that you would never forget it.

Approaching Nanna, you wrapped your arms around her and whispered in her ear that she had nothing to worry about— that you would soon get well and she would have the opportunity to nag you again for your imprudence. You said that you were sorry for making her cry and that you loved her. Soon enough she was fast asleep in the armchair, and you kissed her goodnight before curling in bed next to your body.

Perhaps you should have gone to visit Agnese that night, but you had no wish to see her. If she was still furious at what had transpired, then it was better to wait for her anger to subside. To be honest, maybe you feared to find whether she truly cared about you other than being an extension of herself, so you remained confined in your bedroom. At least, you felt safer in there.

You didn't sleep and neither did you have the need to do it. Watching the moon in the sky until the sun rose wasn't as tedious or grueling as you imagined, but it was alright. Your existence wasn't very exciting, to begin with, but you couldn't say you minded that much.

Time went by and you settled in a rather dull routine of watching yourself sleep, odd as that sounded. On occasions, you saw the doctor check on your constitution and heard him comment on your progress. The worst had passed, apparently, and you should regain consciousness very soon. However, very soon, in your state, felt like an eternity and sometimes you were worried that you'd never open your eyes— just like your grandfather.

The next day, you heard Agnese had visit and she seemed to be quite pleased with her guests. You had little idea of who they were, and neither could you be bothered to go downstairs. Surely, they were the same old gentry that came to see her often and bathed her in flattery to be in her good graces— nothing of particular interest to you, at least. Either way, you didn't feel like leaving your room in this condition. Instead, you found entertainment in lounging in the settee by the window as you listened to the gossip of two unsuspecting maids. They were cleaning your bedroom while Nanna was away at the chapel, no doubt praying for your quick recovery. At first, you hadn't paid any attention to them but their constant chattering eventually piqued your interest, since you had nothing better to do.

"I can't believe it. Oh, he's such a handsome young man! Wait, that's not the appropriate word to describe him because he's not conventionally attractive, is he? When you look at him it's like... gazing upon a fine artwork. Beautiful and divine," the youngest one, an attractive brunette girl whom you recognized as Ofelia, said with a dreamy sigh.

"Indeed." Though not as enthusiastic as her friend, you could hear some eagerness in the woman's voice but then she frowned. "Too bad he doesn't seem to be very friendly and lacks the manners of a well-bred man. Did you see the way he glared at me when I served him coffee? I thought he was going to put me six feet under! That's not someone I'd like to be friends with."

Ofelia snorted and gave her a look of mockery. "That's only because you got too close to him. Do you even have any sense of personal space, Leila?"

"Well, I don't think that's a valid reason to look at me as if I had insulted his mother!" Leila complained, and Ofelia just shrugged her shoulders.

"At least he's a sight for sore eyes. Can't begin to tell you how much I'm looking forward to see more of him. My days should be more interesting now that he's here..."

The smile on her face was hard to miss and you arched an eyebrow at it. Just who were they talking about?

"I can agree on that but don't even think about flirting with him. He doesn't look like the type of man to be swayed by a mere flash of breasts or legs... unlike those knights you're used to allure into your bedroom."

You blushed at those words, then shook your head and tried to ignore what they had said. Despite what you'd been taught to think about 'women of loose morals', it was none of your business what this girl did or stopped doing in her spare time.

"Aw, you're no fun. I was hoping to get a little smile from him, at least."

"I'm only trying to warn you, before you make a fool of yourself. Getting your hopes high won't do any good. Men like him are creatures only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Beneath a pretty face, there usually lies something ugly and I have the feeling he can be very cruel when he wants to be."

"But he came to the rescue of miss (Y/N)!"

Ah, so this was about that man...

"True that, but I'd still tread carefully if I were you. Though I really doubt he'd be interested in a simple maid. I'm starting to wonder if he would even be interested in anyone , at all."

"Oh, thanks for ruining my joy," Ofelia said, rolling her eyes, and put on a pensive facade. "Now that you mention it, I wonder if he... you know, has particular interests and preferences."

The suggestion in her tone was curious, and you admitted it was quite amusing to see them so engrossed in their conversation concerning your savior— whose identity was still a mystery to you, though you weren't exactly in a hurry to meet him. After all, it was quite embarrassing being reminded of your mistakes, and how stupid you'd been to wander away, when you'd been told to be a good girl and obey. All that you knew about him was that he was supposed to be attractive— though you believed beauty was in the eyes of the beholder—, and that he seemed to be surly in the company of others.

"And you want to know because...?"

"Well, he's not very warm with women and looks a bit out of his element around them... even withdrawn. Now why would that be?" You wouldn't presume to be an expert in such matters, but you didn't think her reasoning was following any logic. Maybe you completely missed the point. It didn't matter anymore. "Or perhaps beneath that serious facade there's actually a closet pervert. You know what they say about the quiet ones. Wouldn't that be funny?"

Did she have to say that?

"You're overthinking this. I don't really care."

"Maybe you don't, but I do. Also I've noticed the lady seems to enjoy his company, despite his dour attitude." If it was true he wasn't very gifted in the ways of charm, then it was a wonder to you that Agnese could enjoy being in his company when she always craved honeyed words and deference from others. "Have you seen the look in her eyes? Do you think that she has taken—?"

"Shh, keep your mouth shut!" Leila urged with a fierce whisper, a look of dread crossing her features all of a sudden. "Are you daft?"

"What? It's not like I'm speaking lies. We know well the business she likes to do—!"

"We don't speak about that! The lady's business is her own and you should know better than to bring it up. If she hears you bad-mouthing like that, you'll be selling backside in the streets faster than you can say 'ah'."

What exactly were they arguing about? You surmised that they might have been referring to the independent spirit of a businesswoman that Agnese possessed. After all, as she owned a good portion of banking stocks and was proprietor of several important investments. Saying that Ofelia would have to resort to that kind of work had to be an exaggeration, but you knew that Agnese wasn't known for her kindness and compassion among her servants so they were terrified of their mistress.

"That's a little harsh, don't you think? Besides, who could possibly hear us?"

"What if the young miss does?" Leila looked at your direction— or the direction your body was, anyways. You snorted a little, trying to muffle your laughter whilst the woman eyed you with unease. What a surprise would it be if you told her that you listened to every word they had said. Probably not a good idea, however, lest you wanted people to spread rumors. Having them talk about the crazy daughter of the baroness wasn't something that would please Agnese, for sure. You didn't want a repetition of past nightmares, either, and you knew you wouldn't be treated kindly.

The two women argued some more and then left. Nanna appeared a while later and stayed in your room, reading an epic to Sparda and his glorious feats. Another of his most popular depictions showed him as a dark knight wearing a horned helmet, mounted on his white horse as he fought against a huge dragon-like beast. It was one of your favorite tales, when he saved a young maiden that was offered as sacrifice to appease the old god.

As you waited for her to turn a page, you peeked over her shoulder and soon realized that she'd fallen asleep again. With not much left to do, you returned to the settee and gazed at the stars of the night sky. When you were a child, you always tried to count them one by one but it was an impossible task that left you upset in the end— much to the amusement of your father.

There were occasions you missed those days when that was your greatest concern.

By the time the sun rose, you started feeling rather drowsy as your thoughts scattered and your vision faded. It seemed as if the world around you had vanished, and you were falling into the endless void.

When you woke up again, you were staring at the translucent white curtains of your bed. As the fog in your mind began to clear, and you came to realize that your stay in the other world had come to an end, a sudden pain afflicted your body when you tried to move. The room was still dark during the break of dawn, and it would have been silent had it not been for Nanna's constant snoring. At least she was by your side, so you couldn't complain about that.

"Nanna?" you groaned with a breathy whisper, hoping to get her attention. Another snore was your only response and, though you wished you could have spoken louder, your throat was parched and sore. Your next course of action was to crawl just a little and extend your hand towards her, until your fingers grazed her thigh and feebly tugged at her dress.

That worked, for sure. She jumped from her seat and squealed, sending the book on her lap tumbling to the floor. At first she didn't understand what was happening but, as soon as her eyes landed on you, Nanna breathed your name and practically threw her arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead and cheeks.

"Oh, praised be merciful Sparda. He has heard my pleas!"

You'd been unconscious for a few days after your near drowning experience. The doctor came to do some examinations on you, first thing in the morning, and he administered antibiotics along with painkillers for the headache. Your prospect of recovery was, apparently, favorable given that you hadn't spent much time underwater. There would be some discomfort the first days but that was to be expected, and the fuzziness should eventually go away, or so he assured.

Despite your protests and embarrassment, Nanna insisted on feeding you. Of course you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself but, even after all these years, she still had a hard time accepting that you were no longer her little girl. You had to admit that, in many ways, you were a silly child who thought herself to be smart and you'd come to learn the dangers of a fool oblivious to their own ignorance.

"What... happened?" You weren't sure if you could trust your own senses anymore, so you wanted a reliable account from someone else.

"Do you not remember?" she asked with concern.

"A little..." You assured with a nod, trying not to panic her. "But it's all a blur."

"We visited the church to attend the morning mass, and then you asked me if we could have a look around the fair. On our way, we met Mrs. Pace by chance and congratulated her on the birth of her granddaughter. After that, I lost sight of you for a moment and you disappeared. I was hoping you could explain to me what happened, (Y/N). You had me so worried I thought I would go insane."

Again, you remembered this had been all your fault and looked down, unable to hold her gaze because you were too ashamed. "I'm really sorry for what I did, Nanna. It wasn't my intention to cause so much trouble for everyone. I just got distracted with a wedding parade and, when I was about to return, a sudden crowd gathered around me and I couldn't find you. Then I was dragged away. In the confusion I got scared and didn't know what to do."

"The knights searched for you high and low. How is it that you ended up at the quay?"

"I'm not sure. I guess I got lost trying to find the way back on my own. I know I should have asked for directions, but I didn't feel confident enough to do so."

"Do you remember what happened after that? How did you fall into the sea?"

You had no plausible explanation for this. What were you supposed to say? That you had hallucinated voices and followed them? Perhaps it would have been easier to tell her that a demon had attacked you, but what if that wasn't the way things had transpired? Should you not be on the brink of death, then? How could anyone survive such an encounter? You were certain it would be the end of your existence, yet... it felt like it had been just a bad dream.

"I... I can't recall very well," you mumbled timidly, hoping Nanna wouldn't see through your lie and how uncomfortable you felt.

"Were you alone?"

"Yes, I was." At the awkward silence that followed, you couldn't help but ask, rather hesitant, "was mother... too harsh on you?"

"Agnese was only worried about you. What matters now is that you are safe and will recover soon." She sighed and gave you a tired smile, petting your hair. Despite your concerns, her words put you at ease. "I know it was the hand of the Savior that young Aeneas happened to be nearby—"

"Aeneas?" You didn't know anyone who went by that name so, naturally, you were curious as to who she was referring. "Is he—?"

"The one who helped you, indeed."

"And what did he say?"

"He said that you seemed to have felt unwell all of a sudden because you fainted and fell into the water. Apparently, the handrail was rusty and in a bad shape so it gave under your weight when you leaned against it. Is that what happened, (Y/N)?"

There was no demon attack, then. It had been a figment of your imagination. No matter how real it felt, it was nothing more than an illusion of your mind. Were you even awake or was this just another dream? The idea terrified you.

"(Y/N)?"

Seeing no other escape, you nodded. "Yes. It all came to me now. I was not feeling very well."

She didn't look very convinced but the questioning stopped— for a while, at least. No doubt you'd have to give the knight captain an account of the events, so he could make a report on it for the record. Then everyone would move on and forget about this, for which you were grateful. To be honest, you couldn't wait for that to happen. After the embarrassment of the party, you were sure people believed you to be the girl who cried wolf.

But you could never imagine the wolf was closer than you thought.

You knew Nanna was worried about you, and she felt guilty for having let you out of her sight. Agnese had been furious at first— a reaction that was expected from her— but, somehow, her wrath had subsided and, though you couldn't understand why, you were glad that she was in a better mood.

One afternoon, when Dr. Leoni came to see how you were faring in your convalescence, you told Nanna that you wanted to go to the gardens. She didn't take long to try and make you desist.

"Are you sure you're feeling well to do that? You should rest some more."

"I am not dying," you replied with annoyance, before giving her an apologetic look. The day was warmer than you would have liked, and the heat was bothering you despite the ceiling fan spinning above. "Sorry. I would like to breathe some fresh air, that is all."

What you meant was that you wanted to get out of that room.

"Alright, but it depends on what the doctor recommends." Her words were curt as she spoke. For some reason, you always felt tension between Nanna and Leoni whenever they were in the same room— something that made you anxious. You asked Nanna about it on another opportunity but she told you that you were reading too much into it, and there was absolutely nothing wrong.

"You may go, yes, but don't be long. Otherwise, we're going to have a problem, young lady." The smile he gave you was a little unnerving, but you agreed to do as he said.

However, you needed a shower before anything. Your first apparition couldn't be in this unpresentable state and, when you were done, Nanna made sure that you looked your best. Thankfully you were spared the torture of corsets and, instead, were allowed to wear a simple chiffon dress.

"Oh, by the way, here's the hairpin you bought the other day. Would you like to wear it?" Nanna asked, once she had styled your hair.

You looked at the colorful butterfly in her hand and forced yourself to smile. "Yes, please."

"There..." She fastened the pin on your tresses and placed her hands on your shoulders, gazing at your reflection in the mirror. "All done, little sparrow. Now let us go outside."

"Hopefully mother won't mind that I want to take a little stroll."

"I don't think she will." There was some uncertainty and awkwardness in her voice but she quickly composed herself. "Don't worry. If Agnese is not pleased, we'll tell her that the doctor gave you permission."

You headed downstairs and, by the time you were midway, Nanna began to wish your bedroom wasn't at the top floor. She still had some pain in her joints and bones, so you had to make a few stops for her to rest. It made you feel guilty for having put her in so much distress during the past days, and you decided she would retire to her bedroom earlier that evening. The idea of Nanna exerting herself wasn't something you liked, so you would just sit in the gardens and have some refreshments. You had a mighty craving for something sweet.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of Agnese's laughter caught your attention and you were drawn to it— curious as to what was the cause of such manifest glee. But before you could take another step, Nanna held your arm and stopped you.

"What's wrong?" you asked her, confused, but she only gave you a worried look and shook her head.

"We should probably be on our way and not bother your mother. She's busy at the moment with a guest."

You considered her advice, but this was Agnese who you were talking about. "Would it not be better to let her know I am not in bed? I don't think mother will appreciate being ignored. Besides, I haven't been the most obedient child as of late, and it would be best to make amends after what happened."

Despite her protests, you approached the sitting room from where Agnese's voice came. The door was ajar, and you took this chance to catch a glimpse inside. Agnese was sitting in a sofa with the biggest smile on her face, something that struck you as odd. You also noticed she was in the company of a man, but you couldn't see him very clearly from where you stood as he was facing away. However, you could distinguish that he was of old age due to his white hair. Though you had little idea of who he could be, it didn't escape your attention how pleased Agnese appeared to be.

Whilst you tried to decide what to do, your presence hadn't gone unnoticed.

"(Y/N)?" called Agnese, startling you. Given the confounded expression she wore, she wasn't expecting to see you but you couldn't detect any signs of upset coming from her. Throwing a glance at Nanna, in an attempt to call for her aid, she nodded and encouraged you to go forth.

"I'll be waiting for you, little potato," came her whisper.

You snorted under your breath, trying to muffle your laughter, but pretended to be irked and glared at Nanna for calling you that. This, of course, made Agnese arch an inquisitive eyebrow at the scene and you cleared your throat with awkwardness before stepping inside.

"Good afternoon, mother." It was embarrassing enough to be caught eavesdropping— even though you didn't hear much of their conversation. Running away would make you look even worse.

"What a pleasant surprise!" As she fiddled with the fan in her hands, you couldn't help but take in the slight flush on her cheeks. Looking back, perhaps you were the only person who believed it might have been the heat of summer affecting her. "Should you not be in bed, my dear?"

"I wanted... to go outside and the doctor gave me permission."

"Oh, is that so? Well, it doesn't matter either way. Come here, my child." She extended her hand in your direction and beckoned you to draw near. "Since you're here, I would like you to meet a very special guest."

You did as you were told and approached Agnese with uncertainty, your gaze drifting to said visitor in the room. When you entered his line of vision, the man turned his head slightly to observe you from his seat and then you stopped dead in your tracks— breath catching in your throat when you had the chance to behold his countenance for the first time. Your initial assumptions had been wrong all along, for he wasn't an elder as you'd thought. On the contrary, he couldn't be a day over his twenties despite the unusual color of his hair.

No doubt he was the young man Ofelia and Leila were talking about. For a moment you were taken aback, due to your unexpected findings, but you composed yourself— though uneasiness still churned in your stomach.

Once you stood by her side, you were able to have a better look at his features. They were sharp but not harsh to the eye, sporting high cheekbones with a strong jaw. His hair was styled in a slicked back fashion, giving him a more mature air as it accentuated his serious expression. It probably made him look older than he was.

"This my beloved daughter, (Y/N)," Agnese spoke, holding your hand in hers whilst petting your hair— to your utter confusion. This wasn't her usual behavior, but you wouldn't question her actions or contradict her. In truth, it made you happy that she cared and in return you offered a tiny smile, knowing that she wasn't mad at you despite your error in judgment. "This is Aeneas, my dear; the man who had the kindness to see to your safe return. I know you've already met, in rather dire circumstances... unfortunately. However, I thank the Savior that he was there to deliver you from certain death."

Your gaze met his, as Agnese went on her speech. It appeared as if neither of you were paying attention to what she was saying, but it was most likely you whose mind was wandering away into those blue eyes that scrutinized you with unknown intent.

You knew it was rude to stare at other people, but it was difficult to look away from him. Of course, he was extremely attractive— to deny it would have been a lie— but something in the back of your mind had begun to bother you at that moment. There was this certain familiarity about him that perplexed you, though you had no idea why could that be. Maybe you were just confused after all these unusual events...

The bags under his eyes spoke of sleepless nights. For all his beauty, his gaze told you that on the inside he was wearied and there was an aura of danger and gloom surrounding him. He definitely wasn't the type of person you imagined would rush to the rescue of someone in need, but you didn't dare make any more assumptions on a complete stranger. From the way he regarded you, however, you had an inkling that this man held some sort of grudge against you. It was impossible to explain why you felt that way, for you'd never seen him in your entire life, but you perceived hidden hostility coming from him in the way his chiseled aquiline nose scrunched ever so slightly and his lips thinned at the sight of you.

"For a mother, her children are her most precious treasure and I am forever indebted to you for what you've done." Turning to you, Agnese gave you an expectant look and her words startled you into embarrassment. "(Y/N), why are you standing there like a scared hare? Be a good girl and thank him properly."

You wished Nanna was there to guide you, so you wouldn't feel lost. Unsure of how to proceed, you took some hesitant steps towards Aeneas until you were at a close but safe distance from him. To be honest, you were wary of this man and remembered what the maids had said about him not being very warm with others. Most certainly he wasn't one to be keen on pleasantries, and you wondered why Agnese was so zealous in the first place.

Doing as she commanded, you curtsied rather rigidly in an effort not to appear uncouth while avoiding to look at him. "You have my sincerest gratitude, sir. I will never forget what you did for me."

Well, that didn't sound very sincere for sure.

Aeneas reciprocated with the enthusiasm of a rock, though you weren't much jolly to begin with. A curt nod with a grunt was all he offered, and you made no further attempts to speak as you glanced at Agnese— uncertain what to make of him. It was a little difficult to decide whether Aeneas was by any chance socially awkward, or rudeness was an elemental part of his character. Either way, Agnese was charmed and she barely paid any attention to his lack of etiquette or she didn't care.

Despite everything, you understood she was smitten by his fair looks but something about Aeneas made you uneasy and you sensed ill-intent coming from him. You tried not to judge him all too soon, however. Perhaps he was shy and unsure of how to act around strangers, much like you were.

"I do not think I can ever repay such handsome generosity on your part but, if you will allow me, I shall make sure that your deeds won't go without compensation." Opening her fan, she waved it about while giving him a coy smile. "Please, stay in our home for as long as you wish. You're my guest of honor, and it would be a pleasure to be in your company."

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers at her words. You couldn't believe what you had just heard. Was she serious about asking this man to stay?! Agnese had been so concerned about the security of the estate not long ago, yet all of a sudden she intended to house a complete stranger? You didn't understand what had driven her to make that decision. Without a doubt she was grateful that he saved her only daughter, but this seemed to be a little too much. What could she possibly know about this Aeneas man? Who knew what intentions did he have or what kind of person he was.

There was definitively something uncanny  about him; you felt it in your gut, but you couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation for that. His presence troubled you and, though you wanted to believe that it was your mind playing tricks on you again, you were not so sure. For some motive you were unaware of, he didn't like you but you didn't trust him in return.

Your father used to say that life was a box full of surprises, and it was at that moment that you found truth in his words.

What you failed to realize, however, was that you had inadvertently opened Pandora's box.

A/N: This was a really long chapter! I seem to go overboard with details and stuff orz.

As you already know, I chose the name Aeneas (pronounced iˈniːəs) as an alias for Vergil. I don't believe he would reveal his true name to people he doesn't really know, nor it is necessary. Why Aeneas? It's the name of the protagonist of the Aeneid, written by the poet Virgil, so I thought it would be fitting. Also, I love the name. I believe it means "praiseworthy" but I've also read another of its meanings is "terrible grief".

Also, yes, the briefly-mentioned tale of Sparda and the maiden was taken from the legend of Saint George and the dragon.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and feedback is appreciated. See ya next time! ♥ feedback is appreciated always! Like, reblog, or ask if you have any doubts!

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6.08, my last commentary™ R I P to me

I wanted to post this right away but my phone died and I broke my charger so I had to handle that but now I’m finally able to. I’m literally dead, I STILL can not process how amazing it was. So I’ll just get on with it post my earlier thoughts  

¡¡TODAY IS THE DAY AHH!! IM FREAKING LATE KILL ME

BUT HOW ARE WE ALREADY HERE? IM NOT READY FOR THIS SERIES TO END BUT I NEED TO SEE SHELGAH *SAFELY* GIVE BIRTH TO A HEALTHY BABY. ANYWAY IM LITERALLY GOING TO DIE AFTER THIS EPISODE SO ENJOY THE FINAL THOUGHTS OF MY LIFE, LETS GET IT ..

MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE ITS BEATING SO FAST

TBH I MIGHT SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST

SCREW THESE CREDITS BUT I NEED THEM BC IM NOT READY OMG

IM SCREAMING

aw baby! & hey val

Does this mean Delia had No letters from pats this whole time??

MY BBY SHELAGH OMG HER BELLY

SHE CANT REACH HER SHOE OMG SO PRECIOUS THOUGH

Sister MJ I love u 😭😂

Family planning clinic!

YES VAL! they’re women not criminals !!

YES TRIXIE THANKS BBY FOR SPEAKING UP

aww poor Barbara

“..There are tales of missionaries served for luncheon in those climes” LMAO OMG SISTER MJ THATS NOT WHAT SHE NEEDS TO HEAR RIGHT NOW

It’s so sweet that Babs really wants her dad, I feel. My grandfather officiated my parents’ and brother’s wedding, I hope he does mine. If someone wants to marry me one day ofc lol 😂😭

SHELAGH IS ACTUALLY YELLING .. WHY DO I LOVE IT?

All the shit she’s been through/delt with and pregnancy sets her off huh..

BUT TRIXE AND SHEALGH INTERACTING YESS NOT THE WAY I WANTED BUT ILL TAKE IT FOR NOW

AWW MY BBY CRYING SOMEONE HUG HER 😭😭💕💕

MY BBY TRIXIE IS SMIRKING AT MY OTHER BBY LOL STOP 😭😭💔

“Hot and bothered” 😭😂 Violet having hot flashes. That’s not funny but i giggled I’m sorry immature of me

I can’t imagine being around when the pill was just coming out(or antibiotics even) like that must have been so wild ? you really would think they were magic *remember Vanessa Redgrave saying that in series 2?*

my mom is a nurse at a gyn/fertility office and she informed me of so much at a young age lol maybe that’s why I’m so curious idk?

lol I remember being like 13 and my friends didn’t know there was more than just the pill when it came to birth control and I really felt I was an expert😂 but *a judge’s voice* irrelevance moving on.

Needing your husbands permisson for a bank account? *sucks teeth* Vete ya!

Aw my bby shelagh 💔💔😭

“And I’ll warrant you’ve never felt more scared” I AM! AND THIS ISNT EVEN MY FICTIONAL PREGNANCY

“Oh lass“😭 PHYLLIS COMFORTING HER OMG I AM CRYING ALREADY, I NEVER KNEW I WANTED THIS

"Phyllis you’ve been a real friend” IM NOT OKAY OMG, THEY’VE COME SO FAR I CRY

OMG SHELAGH BEING SO CUTE WTF OMGGG 💖

PROTECT MY BBY & HER BABY AT ALL COSTS 💕💕

THE NONNATUNs CHEERING SO PURE 😭

“What if something goes wrong?” stop tempting fate Patrick !!

“I’ve made up my mind” MY BBY I CANT DEAL .. once upon a time she couldn’t speak up and was so timid 😭 my bby has grown

Her lipstick is a nice color, wait what’s this lady’s name?

The nurses all together makes me so happy omg why is this so adorable, even Phyllis is there !! SO PURE💕

Lol poor Fred tries his best !

Damn secondment to st Cuthberts, I guess Trixie couldn’t even be considered for to be Shelagh’s midwife

SHELAGH IN THE CARDIGAN >>

OF COURSE SHE CHOSE SISTER JULIENNE WE WOULDN’T HAVE ACCEPTED IT ANY OTHER WAY

“‘MY DEAR” BRB DROWNING IN TEARS

but omg was Phyllis disappointed 😭 no don’t be hurt that’s her basically her mother! (sister j and Phyllis would’ve been a good tag team though)

this montage just reminds me brb #irresponsibleme

Future Hereward’s take a note from the Turners, find out about each other sooner rather than later

LOL TOM’S AWKWARD FACE BC BABS IS GETTING CONTRACEPTION

it’s Wilma! her name is Wilma, noted.

Lol what does she sell? Is the company like Avon ? 😂I’m confused but also screaming too much internally

poor Babs is so nervous and feeling awkward 😂

Her face while on the bed😂 I feel

LMAO BABS TAKING OUT THE DIAPHRAGM & DROPPING IT HA

BUT WAIT THAT WAS THE TURNERS BATHROOM WTF ??

Patrick putting on or tying Shelagh’s shoes my fucking heart is melting

She doesn’t want him there .. for now?

“..We’re a team” 😭😭💕💕 marriage goals

“The minute I look at you I’ll give you everything you ask for” BRB I AM INDEED GOING TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST

I CAN NOT DEAL

Phyllis exercising 😭😂

“I have chosen one of my friends” OMG MY HEART

PHYLLIS BE MY BRIDESMAID !??

why does she only have one though? is it more like a maid of honor?

HERES COME MORE TEARS

THE SPANISH AYE DIOS MI CORAZON

Aw good for Wilma being happy with her job! Does everyone call the sofa the settee?

There’s that babycham! Still was never sure if it was alcoholic or nah? sparkling cider maybe?

OMG I HAVE A BOTTLE IN MY BAG THAT I BROUGHT FROM FLORIDA

new drinking came, shots every time the show makes you cry lol jk i’d be on the floor 20 mins in 

that sports car aye

My bby looking good 😍😍

she knows what it’s like to be hurt Christopher😭

You’re not supposed to take 3 at a time Wilma, I’ve been scolded enough

Okay so Babs just fell asleep and that’s all?? Preview made it seem more dramatic

Now is Val going to listen and not touch anything? lol probably

Violet always rocking blue eyeshadow haha

Is that a silicone faja?? that looks hella uncomfortable

TRIXIE’S FACE OF DISGUST HAHA

OMG THE FAM HELPING OUT WITH FUNDS MY HEART

I WANT TO BE APART OF THE NONNATUS FAMILY!

PHYLLIS AND BABS DRESS SHOPPING I LOVE THIS

“.. she’ll have me to reckon with”  TE QUERIO MUCHO PHYLLIS

I NEED A PHYLLIS IN MY LIFE

SHE HAS A FAV DRESS OMG I LOVE HER

HER FACE OMG I NEED THAT SCREENSHOTTED

SHELAGH MY BBY😭😭

Their new bedroom is so 60s I love it

She still didn’t read the pamphlet !! I love her omg, such pure intentions

OMG SISTER J REMINISCING, AH FINALLY SOME ACKNOWLEDGEMENT THAT SHE WAS A NUN, I AM SOBBING BYEE IM DYING. MY HEART RATE IS SLOWING DOWN

POOR DEELS AW OMG she doesn’t deserve this, she barely has screen time don’t hurt her 

Shealgh’s got another nightgown! 1962/2017 is apparently the year of nighties #thebrinylonforthewinthough

I love pink waffers 😭😂

SHIT WHAT’S WRONG WITH WILMA IM SCARED, IS IT A HEART ATTACK?? BLOOD CLOT??

poor vi!! aww she misses reggie too!

AW FRED HUG HER

and he’s fanning her omg so pure

SHEALGH’S GOING IN TO LABOR ?? AHHHHH OMGG IM NOT READY

but also she has a housecoat how cute

SISTER J SAID “HIS SPINE” OMG HOW DOES SHE KNOW ALREADY

“I knew it” bless u bby😭😭 she is a GEM. WHY IS SHE SO LOVABLE?

omg Wilma don’t die, Trixie can u save her 😭

shit not looking good, maybe this was the death they meant

shelagh throwing up yikes

“She’s smiling and waving” yea we know that smiling and waving😂😂 but omg doesn’t this remind anyone of when you’ve been partying too hard but you’re trying to convince your friends that you’re not ready to tap out yet😂😭

if not nevermind I’ll feel trashy lmaoo

PASS THAT GAS AND AIR SISTER J

AW BBY YOU ARE BRAVE!!!!!!!

IM CRYING BUT RUNNING OUT OF TEARS

HOW TF DOES LAURA LOOK GORGEOUS ALL SWEATY AND IN TEARS WHILE PRETENDING TO BE IN LABOR?? & i’m still a creature?

Poor Patrick! He must be going as crazy as I am!

I DONT HAVE ASTHMA BUT I NEED AN INHALER BC I CANT BREATHE IM SO ANXIOUS OMG

IM NOT A SMOKER BUT I FEEL LIKE I NEED A CIGG BC IM ABOUT TO LOSE IT

Trixie is doing Wilma’s makeup omg I can’t take this 😭💔💔

“I can’t believe I used to dream of this” OMG SHELAGH & SISTER J

“Every woman alive is the sum of all she ever did, and felt, and was.” ..“and how do you know that?” ..“ i wasn’t aware that I did until just now”

¡¡¡IM A W R E C K!!! l o v e that

SHE IS SINGING DORIS DAY’s SECRET LOVE AND I AM F*CKING DEAD GOODBYE

PATRICK SINGING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR SOMEONE SEND H E L P IM DYING I BET IT’S “THEIR SONG” & YOU ARE ALL CORDIALLY INVITED TO MY FUNERAL IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS EPISODE  

I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT

“We can’t just be like any other couple.. because we’re us”

MY HEART WTF I SWEAR IT IS ABOUT TO BURST BUT IT’S NOT BEATING

IM DEAD INSIDE AND MY BODY WILL FOLLOW WHEN THIS IS OVER

Get in there Patrick!

“The children are here” .. to say goodnight omg no😢

OMG PATRICK HOLDING HER I AM FUCKING SCREAMING

“YOU CLEVER GIRL” OMGG WHO CALLED IT

I CANT SEE WHATS HAPPENING TOO MANY TEARS IN MY EYES

IT’S A BOY I KNEW IT WELL I HAD A FEELING !

BABYTURNERLAND 2.0!!!! QUE LINDO DIOS TE BENDIGA 💖👼🏼

WHAT IS HIS NAME???

THIS IS THE BEST EPISODE OF MY LIFE WOW I CANT PROCESS IT ALL

“May the lord bless you and keep you” OMGGG, JESUS HEIDI WTF ARE YOU DOING TO ME ??!! I’ve never been so invested in a show or fictional characters’ lives like this 😭😭

I NEVER THOUGHT WE’D SEE THIS DAY AND IM HAVING SO MANY FEELS, I BARELY HAVE ANY THOUGHTS I AM S h o o k, I AM NOTHING IN THIS WORLD. JUST USELESS TRASH FOR CTM

WELL, ALMOST 19 YEARS OF LIVING WAS GOOD ENOUGH RIGHT?

HONESTLY JUST PUT ME IN THE GARBAGE BC I HAVE NOTHING OF SUBSTANCE TO SAY IM JUST GUSHING AND DYING

BUT SERIOUSLY LAURA MAIN IS I N C R E D I B L E AND DESERVES EVERY AWARD SO PLEASE GET IT TOGETHER @ THE EMMYS, THE SAGS, THE GOLDEN GLOBES & ALL OTHER AWARDS OF ALL PRESTIGE!!  STOP PLAYING GAMES & GIVE LAURA + CTM THE RECOGNITION IT DESERVES  !! & no excuses it happened for downton!

NO WILMA IS DEAD NO

The pill is so great and useful and miraculous in a way but I’m glad they showed some of its issues but DID THEY REALLY HAVE TO KILL THE FIRST WOMEN THEY GAVE IT TO? I’m still here tho, I’m rolling

NO TOM DONT SAY THaT WTF? TRIXIE IS OVER U AND U ARE OVER HER don’t ruin the moment

why did I think bab’s dad was the rev Applebee Thornton 😭😂😂😂?? where’s Jane lol

My bby trixie serving looks as always 😍😍

Aw his daughter is cute

CHRISTOPHER LOOKS GOOD TOO UGH😍

What are knickerbocker glories?

lol Boots! lowkey want to go there to satisfy my 15 year old self who liked to watch British youtubers affordable makeup videos (tbh I still do when I’m bored)

REGGIE! OMG HE CALLED VI MUM I DIE

OH YEA THE WEDDING OMG LOL I DONT FORGOT FOR A SEC

IM STILL SCREAMING, MY FREAKING BBY JUST HAD A MIRACLE BABY !!!!! I LEGIT RAN OUT OF TEARS WHAT DO I DO

LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE COME MY GOD

THE GIRLS SINGING “HAPPY WEDDING DAY” TO BABS OMG THAT WAS GREAT, I NEED FRIENDS LIKE THAT

I NEED TO WATCH THIS AGAIN AND IT DIDNT FINISH YET

LMAO TOM AND FRED HUNGOVER, relatable AF😂😭

SO IS TOM’S SURPRISE IS MONEY? Or is he going to buy her something!?

Barbara’s cape reminds me of Phoebe’s from FRIENDS

The stain glass !! love it

PHYLLIS LOOKS SO ADORABLE OMG HER BOUCLE SUIT AW

WHY A HEADBAND ON YOUR WEDDING DAY BABs? BUT good for them lol 😭 I don’t care enough at the moment  but let them be happy they’re so great for each other !

HE GOT A FUCKING CAROUSEL OMG

damn. Nice one Tom. I’m a little jealous, someone needs to love me like that.😭

“At times, the present seems most perfect when it seeds lie in the past. And others, life is rendered flawless when we look towards future, glimpsing from within one golden moment all the joys the days to come might hold” 💕😢😭

THE TURNERS, NOW A FAMILY OF 5 OMGGGGGGG 😭😭

THE NUNS SO PURE ❣️ lol obviously

“We can not stand still because the world keeps turning. Every year must give way to the next and it’s stories must be folded, tucked away like children’s clothes outgrown, cherished and never quite forgotten”

VANNESSA ALWAYS SAYS THE RIGHT THINGS UGH

Aw Angela with Tim!

My BBY SHELAGH IN HER BLUE OUTFIT WITH UNNAMED BABY TURNER ID CRY IF I COULD

“1962 was a year of great change at Nonnatus House, but there’s always change, everywhere, there are always new faces, new tears to shed, new joys to invest in , yet the circle of love is not broken, it expands.” YOU GOT THAT RIGHT🙏🏼👏🏼🙌🏻😭😭😢😢💖💖

I NEED THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL LIKE TOMORROW PLEASE

lol Val screaming it’s snowing 😭 same

PATSY!!!

SHE AND DELIA KISSED OMG

GOOD FOR THEM 😭

ALSO GOOD FOR ME bc I was tired of the same complaints that BBC broke them apart and Patsy was “sent away” nah man Emerald was busy!

“Love bares all things, love believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things and love never ends”

THIS WAS INCREDIBLE WOW IM A MESS

IF I DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE COMMISSONED FOR 3 MORE SERIES I’D THINK THIS WAS THE END??

BUT UGH NOW WE MUST WAIT

ANYWAY I SEE THE LIGHT FOLKS

IDK IF THIS IS HELL OR HEAVEN BUT I AM DEAD, I SEE THE EARTH BEHIND ME

TBH ITS PROB HELL

Someone throw me in the damn ground already!!

In loving memory of Gabby Nuñez (1998-2017) taken far too soon because of the emotional toll brought by call the midwife, she didn’t choose to get so emotionally invested it just happened. She is grateful for her time on earth, you may leave comments, flowers or send money. Thank you for putting up with her nonsense and foolishness *now someone give my eulogy & someone else may come up and sing a hymn to conclude*