#his second answer would be ‘because if I. did anything to change that. my soul would go to hell forever and ever :)’

[aphidclan-clangen]

Ollie how are you ALIVE??.

boy has so much mental illness it’s insane

[chiocchi]

If you don't mind answering, why do you ship Tom Riddle and Harry Potter? Besides the whole issue that they are enemies, and the age difference, both characters are heterosexual. It's canonical fact. If it's the dynamic you like... Have you thought about Tomione's ship? They have a lot of potential together. And in the right direction, they would be a couple that could make it in the books.

JDKLJKLFJSDLKFJA This kinda feels like people knocking on your door and trying to get you to believe in their religion. It's pretty funny.

I don't know why are you calling issues to a part of the pairing's appeal lkajdsjfs (And Hermione is Harry's age and they are on the same side too?). And not sure about that canonical fact. Harry can be read as bisexual quite easily and Voldemort|Tom... idk he seems more obsessed with power, immortality, and Harry. But even if that's the case, I don't see why it should matter. We're in fandom after all.

I don't know if I'll be able to convey why I like this ship so much. For starters, I'm really into the unique connection they share. There was a piece of Voldemort's soul inside Harry's; they had a mental link; a whole language they're the only ones to speak (for the most part); Voldemort chose him and marked him; and there's even a prophecy that linked them together. There aren't two people more connected than them. They're soulmates, and the fact that Voldemort didn't intend it and Harry hates it adds another layer of complexity.

But not only that, they're like a broken reflection of each other, which I find fascinating. In his second year, Harry was worried about the similarities between them. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles, they both considered Hogwarts their first real home. I feel like they would have really understood each other in other circumstances. They would have been friends. Because one of their key differences is that Harry found friends and adults that loved him while Tom was probably bullied and, y'know, the whole Dumbledore thing.

Not to mention that Harry would die for everyone whereas Tom would kill everyone. They're insane in their own way. I love their similarities and differences, but more than anything else, I love when they're together. The fanfics and fanarts are awesome.

And the whole thing of being enemies feels quite gay sometimes klafjdlskfja. Harry can't help but think Tom is handsome and, despite everything Voldemort did, Harry wanted to give him one last chance to show remorse. I have no doubt Harry is crazy enough to actually forgive him.

I've thought about Tomione and I've come to the conclusion that I don't like it. pinktom has a really good post about it and I agree with it. Besides, Hermione liked Ron and had something with Krum, and they're nothing like Tom. Just because she's heterosexual doesn't mean she's attracted to any man, y'know? klajdlfkdjs I don't think they would have been a couple in the books, no matter the direction. If it's the dynamic you like, have you thought about Tomarry? More believable, more intense, and a wider range of wholesomeness to fucked up in the fics. It's really interesting. Unless you don't like men being together? Hmm? Suspicious (just kidding. To each their own. So no need to go to other people's asks to try to change their minds :kek:).

Also Harry is my favorite character and he's not replaceable. I kinda don't care about any other character tbh. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[writingfool001]

Unexpected Events

Author’s Note: When I presented the prompt, this request came first so sorry to Malleus requests. I may do one later. Also I absolutely love indie or alternative style jewelry. As much as jewels are lovely and pretty, I like the interesting shapes or designs of them. For those who need a mental visual, imagine hot topic’s silver looking rings that are sold in packs.

Pairing: Azul x GN! Reader

Warning: newly wedded, You/ your pronouns, and reader is gender neutral. We’re going to act like both (YN) and Azul are 18. Also (Y/N) is a second year and a childhood friend.

“Potato, what is that?” 

“Hm?” You are brought out of your thoughts and look at your hand. “A ring? I wear a few rings.” 

“Obviously,” Vil rolled his eyes. “But why are you wearing one on your marriage finger?” 

“Maybe (Y/N) got proposed to by a distant prince or suitor?” Kalim chimed in. 

“Pssh as if.” Leona grumbled. 

“I also wonder why you’re wearing a ring on your ring finger.” Riddle added. “It sticks out of the ones you wear.” 

“I saw it and liked it. I may not have expensive rings like Vil or Leona, but this one caught my eye, and it just happens to fit this finger.” you answered, waving off their suspicion.  

The only reason that you were wearing one was due to a foolish decision that you made when you were younger and didn't fully know the laws on marriage for Merpeople. This was only brought to your attention recently.  

There was a furious banging on your door, and you opened it to be welcomed by immediate dried rice being thrown at you which you immediately closed your eyes. 

"Congratulations, shrimpy!" You heard Floyd cheer. 

"We're so fortunate to have witnessed such a monumental event." Jade chuckled. 

"What?" You exclaim, opening your eyes and brushing the stray rice off of you. "Why did you throw rice at me? What do you mean by monumental event?" 

"I've been told by clownfish that people throw rice at married people." Floyd explained. 

"I'm not married though and those are at weddings." You respond as your eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why are you two here exactly?" 

"To deliver this to you," Jade presented an envelope to you. "Azul told us to deliver this to you."  

You carefully take the envelope before opening it and taking out the paper then begin reading or skimming the page. Yet one line stood out. 

As of this year, the Coral Sea government now recognizes your marriage to Azul - is valid. 

…. 

… 

"What?!" You yelled as you reread the line before closing your door and making your way to your alleged husband as the twins followed. 

As the meeting started, you were somewhat listening as you fidgeted with the octopus ring. There were several topics that were touched on as it was school related. When I was acknowledged, you just replied with uh huh. 

"You're not even listening." Azul spat. 

"I don't need to because it's always the same with you. Poor unfortunate souls and shady deals followed by you going on about who knows what." You retort back. 

“You both bicker like an old married couple.” Leona groaned, causing Kalim to laugh and Vil to chuckle. 

That comment made you think back to how you confronted Azul. 

I busted through the door as Floyd whined about how he didn't have any more rice to throw. Jade only chuckled and pulled his brother away, leaving Azul and you alone. 

"I see you got the news about our current endeavor." Azul calmly stated as you closed the door. “It would appear that we are married.” 

"We don't have a marriage license." I pointed it out, thinking that would change anything. “Wouldn’t that make it invalid?” 

“They already did a background check on us and delivered us one.” He slid the piece of paper over you which showed the government issued marriage license. 

"Tax write off and other benefits we can both enjoy." Azul corrected. 

"How are you calm about this?" You question him, glaring at him suspiciously. 

"As I said, it is beneficial for both of us and when one of us decides to split, then we can just divorce." Azul repeated calmly which fell off in a way, yet you agreed with that arrangement. 

It's never that simple with Azul. One thing you learned from your friendship was always read between the lines. Especially when it came to Azul. 

Only Jade and Floyd knew about the marriage between you two. Jade would stop Floyd before letting it slip too far if you all are around others in public. There is the occasional bickering, but nothing to the point that either of you say anything extremely hurtful to one another. Eventually, the marriage thing slipped both of your minds and you went about your normal day to day lives. 

You were scrolling through Magicam as you looked at endless posts that had rings that would be considered funky or strange and would fall under the indie style category. You saved a few to look at later. You didn’t know that Azul caught a glance over your shoulder and remembered that you would always wear a few rings that sat on the base of your fingers and a few thin knuckle ones. All the rings you wore were more indie than anything. Tasteful and interesting yet nothing too crazy. 

 One night, you were sitting in Azul's office, studying since it was the only place that was quiet enough and no one would think you were off the top of their head. While you studied, Azul was working on contracts at his desk as you both enjoyed doing your own thing while still being in the same room. 

As you were in the middle of reading a page, you heard Azul clear his throat and look up to see him set a small black box on the table. 

“I noticed that you have a certain taste in rings, and I saw this one. It reminded me of you.” He explained sheepishly, even though he tried hiding his reluctance. You both held eye contact in silence for a few seconds before he went back to working on his contracts, leaving you to your own devices. 

You looked at the ring and it was simple, yet it had a unique flare to it. Looking back to see Azul went back to being busy. You slip it on and quietly walk over closer to him so that you can see the small wrinkle in his nose he gets when he's focused. 

You lean over and kiss his cheek, catching him off guard. 

"Awe you still look so cute when you blush." You lightly tease, making his cheek get rosy. 

"I'm not cute.” He grumbled as he went back to work where you noticed a slight outline under his glove, particularly on his ring finger, making you chuckle. 

Maybe being married to him for now wouldn't be so bad. 

[gartenofbanny]

Morally, gray characters are those with complex motivations or goals that aren't simply right or wrong. One of my favorite morally gray characters in fiction is Jason Todd from DC. The second Robin that Batman failed to save, who ended up dying at the hands of the Joker and resurrected by Ra's Al Ghul.

Given a second chance at life, he comes to a revelation that villains should NOT be left alive. Villains, especially the Joker, have caused the suffering of thousands of people, as said by Jason Todd in Under The Red Hood.

Leaving villains alive will risk more innocent lives and graveyards to be filled when it easily could have been prevented.

But there is an opposite argument that does have merit to it. In DC, there is a crook turned superhero named Plastic Man who, after multiple chances, turned his life around for the better.

At the end of the day, Jason is ending a human life. A life with the potential to convert and change for the better. They're capable of changing, but it's a risky game to play. This is what makes Jason Todd a morally gray character. You understand his motivations, and depending on who you are, you agree or disagree with his actions. There is no easy answer for a topic like this.

So, what about Alastor? Well, he's just not a good person at all. Does he do some good things? Yeah, but he mostly does them in exchange, which will benefit him. He doesn't do anything out of the kindness of his heart (if he even has one), nor does he do stuff, which he believes is right.

So, as always, this blog will be separated into two sections listing the reasons why I don't believe Alastor is morally gray, starting off with status.

Alastor is an Overlord who makes contracts with other demons to get them to submit their souls. Alastor has many souls in his possession, including Husk, and he holds all of them in for power. Immediately, this is not what a morally gray character is. I have yet to see a morally gray character who enslaves other people just to further their goals because that's just what an evil person would do.

And it's not like Alastor had no choice or did it for the greater good or did it to simply defend himself. He ambushed Overlords, took their souls, and broadcasted their fucking screams across Hell to show the denizens of Hell that he means business. He wants people to be afraid of him or respect him for his power.

Secondly, there's just him as a person. He genuinely sucks. Everything he does, he usually does it for himself or because he's told to by a higher power. He helps Charlie just so he could watch the Sinners fail for laughs. He helps Vaggie with the commercial so he wouldn't have to make one ever again. He makes a deal with Charlie in exchange for a favor he'll likely use to his advantage in the future. All of these "kind" actions are usually in exchange for something else, he doesn't do anything out of the kindness of his heart just to further his own agenda.

And if you really think about it, Alastor contributed very little to the hotel despite making a deal with Charlie that he would help her. They only got one new patron, which was Sir Pentious, and it stayed that way for 6 months. Apparently, Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor suck at their job if they can't bring any new members lmao. And no, just because a villain did something nice for once doesn't make them morally gray.

Thanos helped an old lady cross the street just so he could ruin some woman's life, that definitely doesn't make him morally gray.

Morally, gray characters are complicated, and that's what makes them interesting. Alastor isn't complicated. He's just a power-hungry psycho who eats people and wants to have fun. He's the perfect example of simplicity.

Just because Alastor will potentially be a morally gray character or complicated character in the future doesn't mean he is one now. And I say potentially because the writers of Hazbin and Helluva like to set things up with underwhelming payoffs. But that's a future blog for a different day.

In conclusion, Alastor is not a good person. He's a bad guy, and just because he's the protagonist doesn't make him any less evil or any more good. Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you all have a good one. ❤️‍🔥

[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

Manerkol Q&A from Old Patreon

Hey, guys!

I've been getting asks lately about that one Manerkol interview I did for Patreon in the early days of TSSW.

It's not available anywhere right now, but people are asking for it, so I figured, why not gift it to all of you? 🤩✨

Warning, this features an MC who is into Manerkol choking them, so tread with caution 🤣

Hope you enjoy your little Manerkol dose, folks!

What was the experience of the aftermath of losing the MC at the end of the first book and knowing that your soul mate is working against the destiny you've pursued for so long. How do you reconcile that emotionally?

A razor-sharp red gaze pins you to the spot, the full weight of Manerkol's attention pushing against your shoulders, making you swallow thickly to dispel the silently menacing atmosphere. The Lord of all sits elegantly on his throne, but he is not speaking at all.

He sits entirely still—except from the steady tapping of a lone finger against the armrest of his throne, the claw-like ornament he wears making an ominous clicking sound against the cold marble. The temperature drops more and more with every second that passes until you are shivering as you stand before his statuesque form.

When he finally opens his mouth to speak, you are so shaken that you're ready to beg for forgiveness for daring to question him in this manner.

"I need reconcile nothing. Having a soulmate is unexpected—but it changes nothing in the grand scheme of my design. They will yield to me in the end like everyone else did before them—and they will be glad for the opportunity to do so."

What starts as an emotionless tone soon turns to menacing, then settles at smug. A dark smirk pulls at the Lord's full lips, his mercurial attention suddenly not as suffocating as before.

"You amuse me," he praises you in a condescending tone. "You may continue."

Do you have a fave ice cream flavor? What about favorite color? Did you ever have a pet crow? How would you react to his soulmate showing you their pet rock/marimo and calling it your child?

The figure sitting upon his imposing throne listens patiently as you unleash a slew of questions upon him, his face an expressionless mask that gives no indication of what he thinks of about your queries. As soon as you're done asking, a moment passes in silence.

Nothing moves, Manerkol appearing like a pale, cold statue, not breathing, not shifting in the slightest. Then he slowly tilts his head at you, and his lips thin—the stare of absolute pity and disgust he gives you could not be faked in a million years.

"I do not enjoy ice cream. Black. I have an entire country full of animal familiars. And…" He enunciates these answers with deliberate slowness as if he's addressing a toddler not quick on the uptake—or something else equally insulting. And yet he pauses for a moment on the last question.

He slowly blinks, and a barely-there sigh leaves his lips, his expression growing pinched—except for the softening of his red eyes, a softness he does not bother to hide. Whether it's because he is unashamed of it or because he thinks you so inferior that your opinion doesn't matter, no one but the Gods can tell.

"My soulmate can claim whatever they please—rocks, creatures, anything that strikes their fancy. The world is theirs to play with." A tiny smirk pulls at his lips, and you can breathe more easily now that he appears more entertained than disgusted with you.

You do note, however, that he didn't answer the child part of the question and consider whether to press the issue. You open your mouth—only to promptly close it when the room temperature plummets abruptly, and black, misty tendrils start blooming at the edges of the room.

"You may continue. Or is this perhaps your last question?" The emphasis put on "last" is barely noticeable—and yet the meaning it conveys is as clear as a bell's toll. Time to move on!

Do you still have feelings for Ithilmir? If you do, how would you react to seeing them again now that you're bonded with the MC?

"…Feelings. For Ithilmir?" The words are breathed out so softly that you barely heard them, and Manerkol remains as passive on his throne as ever. There is nothing to warn you of the danger you have put yourself in, no change in tone; no tell that could prepare for what's to come.

One minute you're looking at the High King and asking your question, and the next… The next, you are flung across the room by a backhanded slap you couldn't have seen coming if your life depended on it. Manerkol stepped through time and space with more speed than your human eyes could ever hope to track, his wrath burning out the oxygen in the room.

Or maybe that's just the black tendrils that seize your flying body before you hit the opposite wall, the shadowy vines wrapping around your throat and squeezing. You gasp, and you thrash, your cheek a field on fire—but then you grow suddenly still as Manerkol materializes in front of you.

Your only consolation is that he could have killed you if he wanted—but he didn't, and that means you may still have a chance. So you stay absolutely still, curbing down the impulse to claw at the tendrils, scream and plead. Or even worse, fight.

The tendrils around your throat dissolve only to be replaced by his cold, merciless hand, his long fingers wrapping around the defenseless column as his thumb digs cruelly into your pulse point. His red eyes are two points of icy wrath, and yet the rest of him seems weirdly tranquil.

"If I ever had the misfortune of seeing Ithilmir in the flesh again, I would react in the only way possible. I would grind their bones to dust under my boot, pluck out their eyes, feed them their own tongue. And if they ever thought of even looking at my soulmate, I'd make sure that their experience lasts for centuries."

His voice is neutral, with no inflection, no emotion. Or at least until he gets to the part about his soulmate. Then it turns ice cold, murderous to the point when each word feels like a spear of ice dragged along your skin, every rise and fall slicing strips of agonizing sensation into your flesh.

You gasp as the statue-like hand squeezes your throat one last time—and then Manerkol's wrath breaks, a sly grin breaking out as he takes in your shuddering form. He lets you go without preamble, and you crumple to the floor in a heap, coughs wracking your body.

"Hmm, why don't you ask me about Ithilmir again? I enjoyed your last question," he prompts in a light tone, far too cordial to be anything but a mockery, a threat. His fangs peek out of his full lips with his smile, and he pets your head with one hand as if you were an animal he is rewarding for amusing him.

Within the next second, he is back at his throne, lounging elegantly, that sickening grin of amusement still pulling at his lips as he watches you struggle to your feet. Welp. You should be grateful you're still alive, you guess.

What happened to Ithilmir? How did you manage to escape the god of death?

He does not look surprised that you persist in this line of questioning. Instead, he tilts his head and lets his chin rest on the palm of his hand as he balances it against the armrest of his imperial throne. He is still smiling, his red eyes glimmering, and you feel like a mouse caught in a cat's cruel game.

The High King's amusement suddenly feels ten times more dangerous than his anger, and you get the dreadful feeling that once your questions end, you may end alongside them. You struggle to stay upright, your legs shaking with your terror, your hands fists at your sides.

Manerkol watches it all with that same gleeful smile. It's not often that one can see him like this—taking pleasure from the suffering of creatures inferior to him is not something he usually does. But you must have gotten under his skin pretty bad if he's taking such perverse pleasure at your suffering.

And the High King, in all his magnanimous generosity, deigns to answer one more Ithilmir question for you.

"Ithilmir got exactly what they deserved. The plans they had—thwarted. Their shrines—destroyed. Their worship—ended. The fate they had planned for me, I enforced upon them instead. And now? Now all that's left of them is their impotent tears."

The satisfaction he takes from this declaration is apparent for all to see, the recollection of how he utterly crushed Ithilmir. If you needed any more evidence of how dangerous this man is, you now have it before you. He defeated a God. And then went on to eradicate most of them from the face of Talhamsyn.

The same man staring down at you with twisted amusement playing in the red depths of his eyes has made an entire country bow to his will. Your presence here is tolerated—so long as you prove more entertaining than annoying. A chill runs down your spine as the Lord of All licks his top lip slowly, his eyes tracking the way you swallow thickly.

His fangs peek out once more, and you're 100% percent sure that the move is calculated.

"Continue, pet," he urges in a smooth tone, deep and sensual. You're moments away from getting your throat ripped out, you just know it.

How do you maintain your hair to stay so fabulous?

A lilting chuckle bursts forth from his lips, yet despite the mirth behind the sound, it's not pleasant. Or maybe it is if one enjoys being mocked and looked down upon. The High King moves his hand and trails it over his ebony hair in an entirely enticing, ridiculing manner.

Taunting you with the perfection that will never be yours.

"Is that truly a serious question? Are you looking for beauty tips, perhaps?" he asks in a dulcet tone, his lips quirked, his gaze pitying. He runs his fingers through the ebony locks, and you think you can smell the scent of jasmine wafting through the air.

"My excuses, pet. I'm afraid no amount of tips could ever help you with…that." He waves with his hand in the general direction of your head, and if not for the entirely patronizing tone, one might think that the sympathy reflected in his red gaze was genuine.

As things stand, however, the sinister smirk leveled your way eradicates any hope of getting an answer out of him. And it makes you wonder… Has he sincerely answered any of your questions until now? Aside from saying that his favorite color is black…

What would break your heart? What would mend it whole again?

An imperious eyebrow raised in disbelief is the only answer you get for a moment as Manerkol's red gaze sweeps over you, probably gauging if you're being serious or not. For a fraction of a second, his lips thin, and his fingers grip the armrest tightly.

But the reaction is gone so fast that you wonder if maybe you imagined it altogether.

"You are assuming I have one—and based on that assumption, you speculate further that I'd care about its workings. My heart, existing or not, is inconsequential. All that matters is my will, my design for this world. Everything else is of little import."

The emotionless response is delivered in a dead tone, emphasizing the King's point. You would have no doubt whatsoever that this heartless man means every word he said—if not for the way his gaze shifts to the left for a moment, focusing in a memory or thought that only he can see.

There's a flash of loss, but it's wiped away within the blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing but impenetrable stone, an icy veneer that no warmth can ever hope to penetrate. Except perhaps for the person who had him looking away in the first place.

"You are treading on thin ice, creature. I'm growing bored with your inanity. Choose your next words wisely." The threat is delivered in so casual a tone that it sends needles of apprehension pricking down your spine, and you swallow thickly as you prepare for your next question.

What would have been the plan of action, had the wielders not torn you away from your soulmate?

This time the vampire obviously grits his teeth, his patience for you growing thin exponentially. The glare he throws your way is feral, a savage hunger hiding behind it—if it's merely for your blood or your demise, you cannot be sure.

His gorgeous features turn sharp, bestial, his cheekbones becoming more prominent, the jut of his jaw even more pronounced. You don't know if he's using magic to create this illusion of if it's a product of his vampirism, but as two unnaturally big red eyes pin you to the spot, you very much feel ready to wet your pants.

"You'd presume to know my plans, creature? Should I perhaps draw you a diagram with every decision I've ever made in my 2000 years, every single choice that led to this point? Or perhaps you'd prefer a bullet point list with the most important points summarized?"

If not for his now wildly unsettling aura and appearance, one might assume that he's genuinely offering to do these things for you. He's obviously being sarcastic, but his tone is so deadpan that it messes with your brain, even more so than your perception of his distorted face.

"And never mention that day to me again." This time, the quiet menace is not concealed—you blink in desperation to dispel the sweat that has fallen into your eyes, making them sting. But as your vision clears, so does Manerkol's visage.

He is sitting opposite you, as regal and gorgeous as ever, his expression a mask of carefully cultivated disinterest. And yet the heaviness of the moment lingers, warning you of what is going on beneath his glacial surface. You are moments away from being disposed of—and when the Lord of All elegantly rises from his throne and starts walking towards you with exaggerated care, you know that your moment of death might just be upon you.

But you just can't stop asking questions.

Can you use magic, and if so, would you teach it to your soulmate?

The answer this time is instant, no deliberation, almost as if Manerkol has decided that the time to play around is over, and he'll grant you whatever questions you manage to get out before he reaches you. Each step closer is one step further into your own doom. And yet you can't help but watch helplessly the deadly elegance that is his movements.

"I am the greatest sorcerer to have ever lived, and there is no power or knowledge that I'd deny my soulmate. Not as long as they don't intend to use it against me." The answer is matter-of-fact, sterile. As if he's answering what should be obvious.

You realize that maybe you should start walking backward to create as much distance between you and him as possible—and to your surprise, he allows it. He doesn't fasten his gait, his long legs eating up the space between you in unhurried steps.

He knows that there's nowhere for you to go, and so do you. Your only chance of survival is either an act of the Gods, or another mercurial swing of his mood, changing his intentions from deadly to tolerating. But as he stalks you across the room, silent, his sleek muscles moving under the fabric of his form-fitting robes, a predator in all but name…

You can't see how you might be saved, and so you do the only thing left for you to do. As your back hits a wall behind you, signaling that your time is up, you shoot another question at him. Your last one.

What's your ideal date?

The question is ludicrous, especially considering the situation. But your mind is drawing a blank, terror stealing away your higher thinking, and this is the only thing that popped up in your brain. But by some stroke of unimaginable luck, it makes Manerkol pause in his pursuit of you.

He stops moving a mere couple paces away from you—then he raises one elegant hand and presses it to his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles in the frigid air between you. You suddenly realize that the temperature in the room has fallen significantly, drugging you, slowing down your reactions.

Not that you believe that Manerkol needs another edge over you—there is no competition here. You watch, scared out of your wits as his shoulders shake with his mirth, his upper face hidden behind his hand. Then that hand moves to swipe his hair from over his shoulder and back down his back, making another explosion of jasmine scent saturate your senses.

"My soulmate and I in one of the deep or high places of the world, safe, unreachable, feasting on the blood of whatever poor fool happened to cross our way." The words have a teasing quality to them, like he's joking with you—only, you're at the butt of the joke.

His gaze sharpens on you, glimmering and beautiful, arrogant and pitying—but you can see that he's amused, even as he threatens to feast upon your blood. Because that's exactly what his answer was. Or maybe he honestly thinks that what he described is the ideal, the undoubtedly perfect, the mother of all dates.

Who are you to judge a Vampire Lord's taste in dates, after all? And yet you can't shake the feeling that every single answer he gave you is not what it seems, not what he truly means—nothing but a game he played to entertain himself for a while. There are kernels of truth in every response, but what goes unspoken is far more important.

But alas, you will never get to figure out this game of riddles the High King played with you—he steps up to you languidly, breaching the last of the distance between you, and his tall form looms over you, imposing and deadly. He reaches out with one fine-boned hand, cupping your cheek.

The chill of his touch seeps into you, putting you under, freezing your blood, and the Lord leans down, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone. Then he smiles.

"Time's up," he murmurs in a drugging voice, the timbre turning your mind into a hazy fog. There's nothing sexual about his touch or the situation in general—the quality is more that of a benevolent parent, lulling their tired child to sleep,

You amused him, after all. You have earned yourself the privilege of death without pain. It's time for you to sleep. The room around you dissolves into a barren landscape, grey and lifeless, with mist swirling around your feet. You realize suddenly that this is nothing but a dream.

And yet the realization is a faraway thing, nothing that affects you now. You know all too well about Manerkol's ability to kill people in their sleep. You hazily wonder what information he meant to take from you, what his mind was searching for as your brain conjured up this scenario of your interviewing the High King, probably to protect itself from the real danger going on in the background.

You watch, enraptured, as his mouth gets ever closer, his hand on your cheek tilting your head to the side to make room for his bite. A frozen exhale bathes the skin of your neck as he gets into position. And then—! The dreamscape roils and bubbles up next to you, shifting and opening up.

The mist pulls back, and a new form materializes next to you, a form you know to be the High King's Consort, his soulmate. They take one look around the place and sniff in disdain before their focus turns entirely to Manerkol. They take in the tableau you and he make, and they sigh in exasperation.

"Must you really, mate of mine? What has this poor person done to earn the capital punishment?" they ask in irritated fondness, and Manerkol promptly moves away from you, letting you crumple to your knees, forgotten. It feels like he sucked the air away with his departure, and you gasp as you watch him walk up to his mate and sweep them in his arms.

But the Consort is not done voicing their displeasure.

And you're always making the dreamspace so dire! Even when it is for me! I'm your soulmate! I'd think you'd pick a more pleasant place for us to meet." The complain ends in a high whine when Manerkol weaves his hand into his mate's hair, grabbing onto the strands and pulling until his beloved's neck is arched beautifully for him.

He noses at the stretched column of flesh in front of him, placing a soft kiss to the Consort's pulse point as a low chuckle vibrates the world around them. This time, the Lord's amusement is not mocking or dangerous in any way. It's full of fondness, teasing anticipation—you are watching the High King and his soulmate flirt.

"This place was not created with you in mind, ulaidh. You chose to barge in by yourself. And if you may recall, the dreamscape was barren and unpleasant before I knew what you are to me. Yet you know all these things, don't you? You're simply trying to earn yourself my undivided attention, hmm?"

The Consort's eyes flash in a challenge, and they open their mouth to reply—only for the hand buried in their hair to swiftly move to their neck. Their mate grabs them and lifts, making them tiptoe to keep their balance, gasping as his thumb presses against their pulse point strong enough to bruise.

"It's not the setting you crave; it's the violence. Isn't that so, my precious one?" The tone is dripping with suggestion, the voice delivering the mind-melting threat low and husky, making the Consort obviously shudder from its headiness.

If they mean to say something in response, you're not sure—all you can hear is their broken-off gasps and moans, all you can see is the way Manerkol bobs their head up and down in imitation of a puppet, a cruel grin curving his full lips. He leans down, and these same lips press a feather-light kiss to the Consort's gasping mouth, the deliberate gentleness exacerbating the violence that is watching him choke his own mate.

And yet you get the impression that this is precisely what the Consort craves—then Manerkol's whisper is the last thing you hear before the dream breaks.

"Let's see if I can't make you beg for what you want, ulaidh." A choking sound echoes all around, and then you are hurtled away from the entwined duo. You wake up in your own bed, gasping, clawing at your throat, bathed in a cold sweat.

And as you sit there, shivering apart on your bed, you contemplate…

You may have just gotten more out of Manerkol than anyone else has in eons—and the only reason why you have lived to tell the tale is because of one perfectly timed, horny intervention by his Majesty's soulmate. If you have escaped death or just delayed it remains to be seen.

And may the Gods take pity on your soul…

[arthenaa]

dan heng is unusually perceptive. those blue eyes scan every part of the astral express train as well as its data bank much to march 7th's chagrin. the poor gal couldn't do anything without dan heng's watchful eyes. caelus would only laugh at her demise. this however, was something mr. welt, pompom, and himeko both respected. as the designated guard of the train, he's been doing his job quite well.

too well, in fact. to the point that it has caused problems to your poor little heart.

as the resident medic of the astral express, it was your duty to do regular check-ups for the members. normally, you would go on about your day, loving the fact that your office was much livelier with the number of people visiting you. you expected to move on each patient with ease. however, you certainly didn't expect fumbling over yourself as you try to calm your shaking hands from dropping the stethoscope from your grasp.

why? because dan heng was staring at you.

but dan heng always stares! that should've been an easy challenge to overcome? wrong. absolutely wrong.

you were used to his normal passive stares of acknowledgment but this. this was different. it was like he was trying to dig out the surface of your soul and dive deeper into the depths of your mind. it was unwavering and firm as he stared at you while you clumsily tried to do your regular check-up.

"d-dan heng." you weakly call his attention. his gaze continues to dart over your face, finding interest in the blemishes adorning your skin. you give him a sheepish smile as you pull back, placing the stethoscope on the surface of your desk. he answers with a tilt of his head.

"yes, doctor?"

"d-do you have to look at me like that? while i'm doing your check-up?" you ask, hands falling on your lap as you try to look anywhere but at him.

he pauses for a moment, leaving you in the deafening silence.

"... like what?" he answers after a few seconds, playing innocently as he now removes his gaze from your face to the trinkets decorating your shelves. you raise an eyebrow at his sudden change of focus.

"you've been staring at me for the whole session. i'm concerned." you reply, breath hitching as he turns to the window, gifiting you a chance to admire his magnificent side view.

"i've always been naturally curious about things, doctor. apologies for my behavior." he nonchalantly replies, fingers drumming on the hard surface of the chair he's sitting on. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"i know, dan heng. but you've been unnaturally observant today. is there something you'd like to confirm with me?" you lean your body forward, to try and catch his gaze once more. you think you'd probably get used to it by now but the moment he glances back at you with a flicker of his eye, your jaw opens slightly as your face heats up once more.

dan heng smiles as he watches you flush in embarrassment before leaning back against your chair. you glare at him after noticing his amusement in your turmoil. "you've been staring at me the whole time! what was i supposed to do?!"

the raven-haired man only chuckles, sound rumbling deep within his chest as he focuses on you once again. he stares with an unreadable look on his face before he whispers something that finally got you to look at him

"... database." he mutters. you furrow your eyebrows as you lean closer to hear him.

"p-pardon?"

he sighs like he doesn't want to repeat what he just said. "the database. i read something there."

your eyebrows raise as you urge him to continue. he looks as you as if he's hesitating and knowing dan heng, you seldom see him hesitate on a variety of matters.

what did he read, exactly?

"i read that extended eye contact is the best way forward in conveying one's feelings." he breathes out fast enough that you have to crane your head to catch all of it. his face looks like how it normally is but you catch a glimpse of the red tint creeping onto the tips of his ears.

"huh?"

"i'm pretty sure caelus and march put it there. they're starting to become too comfortable entering the archive room as they please. they know i always check the records." he mumbles under his breath, face turning into a scowl. you blink at him in confusion.

"um, could you... add more context?"

he turns to you, lips pursing in thought.

"can i ask something of you, doctor?"

"uh, sure?" you answer, uncertain at his deflection of providing an explanation for what he just said. you enjoyed this young man's presence— perhaps too much from the previous times you've spent with him. this was certainly a change of perspective to his usual direct self.

"do you..." he pauses, eyes still trained on you. "do you think i'm attractive?"

you halt.

you don't breathe even.

you were certain something had possessed dan heng (possibly a young girl with the name march) to ask you such a question. you were sure trivial matters like this didn't even exist in his head and whether he was aware or not that he was undeniably attractive, he didn't let it show through his facade.

and of course, you'd say yes. you'd rate it a dashing 928 out of 10 if that was even possible. you'd be on your knees declaring his godly looks if you have to.

but for the sake of your sanity, you allow the chaos to only lurk inside the depths of your mind. an effect of it however is the heating of your cheeks and the hiccup you just let out.

you slap your palm over your mouth.

dan heng tilts his head like a dog.

he's absolutely killing you.

you wonder if belobog would be free for an extra medic in their care as a needed leave from the express desperately clawed at your need to be away from this man before he further infiltrated your mind.

"w-what? dan heng, are you well?" you ask as if its the only plausible question you can ask the guard of the train.

trying to deflect his question was a futile quest as he leans forward, eyes gleaming as his face comes closer to yours. "does this proximity allow you to assess your answer?"

you lean back in surprise, elbow bumping on the desk behind you as you try to crane your head as far as you can from his face.

you were probably delusional but you swear you saw his eyes flicker down for second.

"d-dan heng." you whine out his name in embarassment. you fingers grip the wood behind you as the man had already stood from his spot and placed his arms on either side of you, hands splayed on the wooden surface of the desk.

there's a soft but determined look on his face.

"i need an answer, doctor. it's incredibly urgent," he mumbles softly to keep the conversation between the two of you even though there's only you two inside the room. at this point, you were sure he was torturing you for his own amusement.

"h-himeko might come in any second—"

"doctor." he repeats your title with slight tone of chastising. the heat on your cheeks never wavered as well as the proximity between your faces.

you had to stop the urge from leaning up and allowing the distance to decrease.

dan heng and you were friends but it only walked along the threads of friends and co-workers. sure, out of all the trailblazers, you were probably the closest "non-march" person to dan heng according to caelus.

the stellaron vessel spoke how dan heng would always treat you differently than others. you tried to tell him it wasn't true but the silver-haired friend of yours only sent you a look of exasperation. you were right though? dan heng had always been a man who spoke with his actions. those same acts of affections you'd see him do to march or even sometimes to himeko out of respect. there wasn't any special treatment. he was just dan heng and you were just you.

so why was him asking you if you thought he was attractive beginning to sever those threads you tried to keep together?

probably because you now had to physically admit to yourself that yes, you liked the man and you would love to kiss him and make him breakfast and quite possibly, fall in love with him.

having a relationship with a job like yours was hard and taxing. you already heard about mr. welt's apparent apprehension with fraternizing amongst members of the express. he didn't exactly express distaste but he wasn't all that okay with it.

what would his reaction be if he accidentally walked into the med bay with dan heng trapping you against the desk and face so close to yours be like?

you'd hate to cause the poor man a heart attack.

you'd also hate to lose your job and be sent back home...

you pause to look at his eyes which seemed to border amused teasing and determination. you decide to indulge in whatever fuckery march and caelus put him up to.

"... yes." you mumble, eyes trained up to him. he raises his eyebrows to make you repeat your answer. "yes i do. can you let me go now?"

he hums, contemplating before pulling back. he sits back down on the stool before you as he looks at you with an unreadable look on his face.

"on what scale?"

"dan heng."

"please? i'm actually curious."

"i'm not so convinced you're yourself anymore. did you drink or eat something to make you this unwell?" you squint your eyes in suspicion. he smiles, a form of his laughter.

"i don't know. you're the doctor here." he quips, hands interlocking as it rests on his thighs. you roll your eyes.

"funny."

he lets out a chuckle that seems to ring in your head. aeons, it was so pretty.

"a 9."

he tilts his head up in surprise. you flush before saying it again.

"you're a 9— wait no, a 9.5," you correct yourself, as you grab your tablet to make notes. it allows you a moment of reprieve from his staring, covering yourself with the gadget as you try to calm yourself down.

"a 9.5," he repeats, sounding each word. you slowly lower the tablet to the bridge of your nose, eyes peering at the top. you watch his reaction as he stares down at the floor before smiling.

"not bad. i'll take it." he replies before standing up. you straighten up in your seat as you watch him get his things from the couch beside the door.

"dan heng, wait you're not yet—"

"i'll send my weight and height to you as soon as possible. i keep myself updated." he passively comments as the door of the med bay slides open. you expect him to be on his way but he surprisingly stops at the doorway.

"right," he smacks his lips before turning back to you. "i forgot to mention i also read something else on the database."

you have a feeling you shouldn't ask but you do so anyway. "... what is it?"

he smiles, innocent but teasing. "mutual attraction is a root essence of the concept of love."

you only blink in confusion at his words. his fingers drum against the metal surface of the doorway before continuing.

"i'm attracted to you as well, doctor." he adds before leaving with boyish smile on his face. the door slides close and you're left with your thoughts.

what?

wait. WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE?!

heat full-on flushes your skin as you sit on your chair with shoulders tense and palm against your face.

that motherfucker.

he's surely going to kill you someday.

a/n: using dan heng to remove my writing block hahahahha 10/10 rizz

©arthenaa 2023

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A Deal ( Ryomen Sukuna X Reader )

Part 5

part 6 here.

Part 4 here.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this part as well, sorry for taking too long to post this chap. →Since I didn't choose the ending yet, would you like a HAPPY ending ( with either Sukuna / Gojo ) or ANGST ??? ✨

you can vote here concerning the ending

Warnings: SMUT NSFW MDNI , oral sex giving 🔞⚠️

“I won't allow it.. Y/n won't leave with you” said Sukuna as his intimidating form approached both of you.

Turning his hands into fists, “With this treasure.. I summon..” started Megumi, but you quickly stopped him, and stood in front of him.

“Hah! summoning Mahoraga? is this how you thank me for giving you your body back.. completely harmless? how foolish” Mocked Sukuna.

“HE WILL LEAVE” you said, trying to protect Megumi, you turned around facing him “Go Megumi I-”

“No, not without you..”

“No please, trust me” you whispered, giving him a comforting smile.

One of Sukuna's four arms reached yours, pulling you to stand next to him. His second arm wrapped tightly around your waist,

“See Megumi! she is my property now..so you better leave before my mercy fades away”

You gulped as Sukuna started threatening your bestfriend, your eyes pleading him to leave this cursed place. You nodded trying to tell him that you'll be okay. Finally, after putting all of your nerves on the edge, Megumi left.

A wave of relief and depression washed over you. Relieved that Megumi is finally free, safe and soon he'll be reunited with your loved ones. But depressed because now you're utterly and completely alone. Before despite Sukuna taking control over Megumi's body, you still can feel him there, hiding somewhere deep.

A teat rolled down your cheek, oh how much you wanted to leave with him, and pretend that all of what happened was just a nasty nightmare and finally you'll be in Gojo's embrace all safe and sound.

“You agreed to let me see them one last time, why did you change your mind now?” you said in a monotone, eyes looking down.

“Huh? who said I changed my mind? I'm keeping my promise, but you won't go woth Megumi cuz I'm the one who'll be taking you, wait for you and leave again with you” he explained.

“Aren't you scared that Jujutsu sorcerers might execute you? you know they'd be prepared” you asked

“Me? scared of humans? Don't be silly now little one” he answered in a mocking low-tone.

His grip tightened around you, his other arms turned your body, your chest bumping with his. The moment you made eye contact with his glowing red eyes, electricity ran through your system, heart almost jumping out of your throat, his huge up close form scared you away and now you realize how silly you were to ask a stupid question like that...He is indeed the King Of Curses.

You flinched away but he held you in place,

“No don't be scared now, kitten. You know I won't kill you” he laughed enjoying your intimidated face, “I'll keep on sparing your soul as long as you keep behaving like the good girl you are ..right ? my sorcerer? ”he added.

Your hands shaking, forehead dripping with cold sweats, you couldn't do anything but nod.

“W-when are we g-going?” you managed to ask.

“Tomorrow night ..I take you to Jujutsu high”

A flame of hope lit up in your heart, maybe Jujutsu sorceress do something maybe, Gojo doesn't hold back like last time cuz it was Megumi's body and kill Sukuna this time. Maybe finally he'll free you from your misery, and wakes you up from this horrible nightmare, so you can live in your sweet dream that you've had with Satoru.

His long fingers reached your face, running his sharp fingernails on your soft skin and your jawline leaving a trace,

“But for now why don't you focus on me” he started.

“not again” you thought to yourself, you were already sore he just fucked you moments ago, your legs still shaking. As much as he filled you with pleasure you won't let him inside you this time.

“Don't you want to have a taste of this?” he added, taking off what was covering his bottom side revealing his two huge cocks.

You almost shocked at the sight if them, your mind running with thoughts wondering if he could fit both of them in your little hole. If he does, he won't only stretch you out he will tear you in half.

As much as you hate it, you couldn't help all the nasty ideas you've got only by one look, eager to test it.

“Like what you see? now why don't you get on your knees and please me? this body must be worshipped by someone and that someone is..you” he smiled,

as he sat on the edge of the bed pushing you down in a kneeling position,

“Let me see you struggle to fit all of this inside your pretty mouth”

Your hands found their way around his first cock while your mouth welcomed his second. Your fingers ran along his hardening length, rubbing it. Trying to please both of them equally.

His hand held the back of your head pushing you forward making his dick go deep inside your throat, making you choke and gag, tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to suck all of him.

Groans and low growls escaped his mouth from all the pleasure, throwing his head back driven by the thoughts of you swallowing his real body's seeds,

“Come on little sorcerer... don't fucking stop”

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[shuttershocky]

how do you feel about iori/saber so far by the way, whether as a ship or just their dynamic in general

I really like their dynamic!

While Iori and Saber themselves are full of callbacks to the original Shirou and Saber, their relationship dynamic is something that's all their own.

Usually a servant like FSR Saber would have belonged to a more emotional master. Saber starts the game out as an arrogant, destructive force and a bit of a bully, constantly going "Good grief my master's so weak! How did I get such a weak master when I can solo this whole thing? I should just kill everybody that gets in my way."

Rather than get upset or insecure however, Iori's humility and martial discipline ends up making a wall for Saber's arrogance to repeatedly bounce off of. When told he's weak, he goes "You are right. I don't fight because I'm strong, but because I should." When Saber talks down to him saying his presence doesn't change the outcome of a fight whatsoever, he just goes "I know. I'm doing the best I can."

This doesn't just eventually warm Saber up to him, but it also ends up creating the soul of their dynamic for the rest of the game. Saber's powerful, impulsive, and free in all their aspects, while Iori is measured, disciplined, and tied down (he's poor, he's an orphan, he's a warrior in an age of peace). This leads to fun gags like Saber having that classic Saber gluttony which wreaks havoc on Iori as a poor ronin living hand to mouth every day, but where this really shines is in how it makes its own twist in the original dynamic of Shirou and Saber.

Underneath Shirou and Saber's relationship was the recognition of themselves in the other. Both were willing to give up their entire lives for the greater good without once thinking of themselves, and seeing it in the other person horrified them because that was someone they cared about, while making a special exception for their own self-sacrifice.

In Samurai Remnant, Saber wonders how could such a weak human have summoned a servant as powerful as them, but the answer slowly becomes obvious as their relationship grows. Hiding underneath Saber's smug nature is a legend known for brutally killing anything and everything that stood in their way, whether that be armies, kings, monsters, or even gods. Why? What could compel a human to put a god to the sword just because they were ordered to? How broken and terrible inside must you be to see an aspect of divine power and feel no fear, only the desire to fight and to kill something that should be untouchable by a human?

The most delicious part of Iori and Saber's developing relationship is Saber slowly realizing that the bravery in Iori's eyes when he (literally) locks blades with a Servant is not bravery, but something much more familiar.

It should also be said that FSR Saber is one of the extremely few servants (if not the first even) to cry about the thought of leaving their Master after the ritual has ended.

Bittersweet goodbyes have been a mainstay of the series since Fate/Stay Night, but FSR is the first time in my memory that we see a Servant look back at the short, second life they've been given and actually break into tears about not wanting to go.

Going back to the throne of heroes would mean returning to legend. They'd be the bloodstained killer and godslayer. Unparalleled, feared, revered, and alone. Meanwhile in this incarnation, they run around doing odd jobs every day to afford rice, assumed by the neighbors to be the new fiance of the poor ronin that lives in a shack, destined to be forgotten by history like everyone around them living humble and ordinary lives. And now that they've tasted it, they don't want to go back. They've fallen in love with this life, and have to live out the rest of the Waxing Moon Ritual knowing they don't have a choice about going back.

It's soooooo good. Such a perfect capture of that vintage Type-Moon feeling, I'd almost forgotten this wasn't even written by TM themselves but by the Fire Emblem Three Houses team.

[littlelambscandyland]

Four Versus One (Part One)

Platonic Yandere Rise Brothers x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Tv Self Awareness, Panic Attacks, Reader has siblings and a niece, Stalking (if you count watching someone thru a screen without their knowledge as stalking)

You lounged gingerly on the couch. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles droning on as your niece starred in wonderment at the screen. You'd introduced her to the show as means to get her to stop making you watch (insert stupid show here). You told your sibling you'd watch over them the next few days as the birth of their second child happened. Today felt like it went on a bit longer. Tonight was the last night that your niece would be here.

 You couldn't say you didn't have fun. The show you stopped watching years ago was now, apparently, coming out with new episodes and you and your niece hyper fixated on it hard. With all that said, however, you were glad to get your space back. Glad to have your own little bubble of childishness without the responsibility of another human.

Deciding it was a calm enough scene not to be missed, you got up to get a well needed snack. 

Calling into your niece. "You want anything from the kitchen, chicken pop?"

She giggles at the odd, but well deserved nickname, and asks you for orange juice.

After pouring drinks and grabbing popcorn you made your way back to the living room. The scene had switched to Donatello's lab. They were making some sort of gun. Words like "portal" and "interdimensional travel" were being thrown around.

You wondered slightly as you laid the snacks out what this weapon had to do with anything. The episode didn't seem to call for it, but maybe you missed a more vital scene than you thought?

You thought a bit more as you watched the show how different it was from what you remembered. There were more fourth wall breaks and sometimes one of the turtles would randomly throw out compliments to the watcher.

Not that you minded the change. It was just different. Nice, but different.

~~~Time skip brought to you buy me writing this in my therapy waiting room~~~

You had successfully made the trade off of your niece, delivering her back into the hands of one of her parents. You'd cleaned up the house, and finally felt yourself relax.

You had turned the tv off for a little while. A part of your agreement with your niece to wait to watch the show again together. Obviously, that was a lie. You had turned the tv back on after cleaning. Ordering a pizza and deciding to have a "me night". 

There was something you noticed when you turned it back on though. The fourth wall breaks and the compliments happen more often. The plot seemed thrown out the window and everything seemed almost more mature than before. 

Because of all of this you made the executive decision to Google it. It'd been a while since you'd been a part of the fandom so you figured it'd be quicker just to get straight to the point.

You felt your heart drop from what you read. Confusion and honest panic grew in its place. There were only two seasons. That was impossible. There were obviously more. What had you been watching? 

"Uh ohhhhhh," You heard Leonardo's voice drone. "Hey guys, I thinks she's figured it out!" He calls his brothers.

Your eyes wide as the character seems to stare into your soul. The others gather into the screen. A mixture of smiles and anxiety are what stared back with animated eyes.

"I see. So she did... Ahem. Greetings, Darling!" Donatello says, clearly staving off his own anxiety.

"Hi..." You answer. You hoped this was a dream. Fear wrapped up into a ball in your gut. A feeling telling you to cut off the tv, to run far away and not look back ever again.

"Awww! She's so cute! Look at her eyes, they're so pretty!" Michaelangelo exclaims happily.

"We know dude. You're so cute doll. Really you are." Raphael addresses you with a nervous smile.

You look down in panic. The only logical thought is you had lost your mind. This is a dream, or you've snapped and this was a hallucination.

"What is happening?" You pant out. "This isn't happening. This cannot be happening..." Your breath ragged, and your voice hoarse. Tears gathering in your eyes.

They're faces shift in remorse and panic. Four animated eyes looking guiltily at you with frowns. Grimaces held by all as your body flies into a panic attack.

"Oh no, no. Don't cry, it's ok cariño. You're ok..." Leonardo coos at you in an attempt to calm you. 

The others gather in on the "comfort". They're words prove worthless as you spiral further. 

Finally gathering the courage you throw your phone at the tv in a frenzy. Perhaps not the best choice as the momentum and pressure crack your tv. Fizzles heard from inside the machine can be heard as the broken screen cuts off.

Sad for you, your nightmare doesn't end there.

[rrenzwrld]

sound of my heart II

second part! read first part here

may or may not be dragging this but…i’d probably write one more part after this and it’ll be it so, enjoy!

all of you are beautiful, kind, smart, and more than capable. love you guys!

the sound of my heart calls out to you, are you listening?

“nah, we’ll see when he text back.” luckily the message was still on delivered so he hasn’t seen it yet. “you need to learn how to open your mouth when it comes to these niggas. that’s why you keep running into problem after problem. shit, knock them in the head if you need to, they’ll get it.” while you knew deja was right and you and your boyfriend had multiple problems and misunderstandings when it came to communicating, it wasn’t in you to try to start things on your own. but this time and with a little push, you had no choice

ony had eventually read the message and responded saying that he was on the way. although jadeja and taylor wanted to stick around to see how you’d really handle the situation, they ended up leaving the two of you alone.

“you said you wanted to talk to me about something? make it quick, i got practice in an hour.” now that you were on a time limit, you were pushed farther away from what you knew you were supposed to do.

“did you…change your cologne recently?” ony tilted his head in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

“nah, why?”

“you didn’t smell how you normally smell so i just thought you were trying something different.”

“how do i smell?” like someone else.

“just different.” ony nodded, looking into a blank space on the walls of your room.

“cool, is that all?” of course you wanted to say more but because you prioritized your boyfriend’s time over your own right now, you opted to let it go and hoped to forget about it over time. so you shook your head and watched him get up and head towards the door. “hug?” you gave in and hugged him for another time that day, realizing that he had a completely different outfit on fitting for the practice he’d have in less than an hour. but the smell still lingered and the words itching to escape your throat couldn’t be withheld any longer.

“who…is she?” you whispered against his collarbone as you slowly pulled away from him.

“what?”

“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” it was as if your soul left your body. you hadn’t acknowledged how shaky your voice had become.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“who is she? and why do you smell like her?” you repeated but with more confidence in your voice. “just answer me, ony.”

“there is no ‘she’, y/n. i don’t know what the hell you’re going on about but i gotta go.” before you could say anything else, ony had left as quickly as he came. like you thought, trying to step out of your comfort zone to confront a man who had a hard time listening to you in the first place was a complete waste of your time.

weeks had gone by and you didn’t have the energy to do much of anything but go to class, get food, and come back to your room. of course you’d hang out with jadeja and taylor occasionally, but you couldn’t shake the fact that you hadn’t talked to your boyfriend in weeks even after he left for another one of his away games. you weren’t even sure if he was your boyfriend anymore. the last conversation you had with him was the first time you ever thought to speak up to what you had an issue with and you never thought that would be the one time it crashes everything.

“it’s the fact he hasn’t called or texted you either. definitely has another bitch.”

“deja.” taylor side-eyed at jadeja’s comment.

“i’m being honest. i wanna beat the nigga ass for you but i’m more proud of you for doing what you needed to do. how he reacted says everything.” mentally, you weren’t there.

“i wanna go to chipotle.” jadeja and taylor looked up at you. “yall coming?”

“shit…don’t have to tell me twice. c’mon deja!” taylor slid on her ugg slides and threw on her coat as she waited with you at the door for jadeja to get her shoes on.

the three of you got to chipotle and you were the first to order so you just sat and waited for deja and taylor to be done. you scrolled on your phone a bit before getting bored and putting it down to listen and watch the people around you subtly. but you knew you were listening too hard when you thought you heard ony’s name. you heard his name but you looked around and he wasn’t there so you just thought you were tripping.

“i don’t know if it’s me being nosy but i think that’s the new bitch that’s got ony’s attention.” deja walked over with taylor and you saw that she was dying to tell you that. you and taylor subtly looked up to see a pretty girl giggling and laughing while looking to be she was on facetime with someone.

“that could be anybody, deja. yall ready?”

“let’s go this way…” deja led the way towards the other door in the store that would put the three of you in the background of the girl’s phone. luckily she wasn’t budged by it. but unfortunately for you, the person the girl was on facetime with had his face completely in the camera and you hated yourself for even taking a glance over.

all of you got back in the car and discussed what happened.

“y/n please tell me you saw that.” deja turned to you and you looked straight ahead, trying not to cry.

“you okay?” taylor reached over from the back seat and rubbed your back. but you didn’t know why but that set you off and you just began crying. crying until you couldn’t stop. you hadn’t cried about it since it happened but the thing was that you weren’t even really sure what happened. you just knew that whatever it was, it was over and you couldn’t take it. you loved ony and the fact that it was more than possible that you lost him without even a blink of your eye without any explanation was hurting you everywhere at once.

“it’s not your fault, girlie…” taylor and deja consoled you.

“right, he a bitch forreal. you’re beautiful, smart, good head on your shoulders, everything.”

“he lost a great thing. it’s his loss and he’ll regret it.” you couldn’t help but smile through your swollen eyes and that’s all your friends wanted right then. but all the crying made you hungry.

“awww pretty,” taylor wiped the tears from your face. “ready to eat now? shit’s getting cold.” you laughed and deja agreed with her.

you had just initially planned to go to chipotle but deja and taylor decided to make a “quick trip” to the mall that lasted a few hours. all the time you spent away from your phone and in your room helped you cope somewhat with how you were feeling. you wished the day could last forever. but nothing lasts forever.

[ ony!❤️ ] : hey

[sunshinechay]

So I finally caught up on My Stand In after being 3 episodes behind due to irl reasons.

The last three episodes have been a lot and while I’m sad to have missed the weekly discussions, I’m also kind of glad I watched all three at once because it gave me the opportunity to get to watch Ming’s progress rapidly rather than waiting (which my ADHD brain is very happy about) and the one thing really stuck with me through all three episodes.

Of the three who knows Joe is Joe, Ming is the only one to figure it out completely on his own. He doesn’t overhear anything, he isn’t told by anyone. Even the priest (is that what he is? Citation needed) won’t give Ming the straight answer he seeks. Joe is neither dead nor alive but a secret third thing, his soul has transmigrated to another body entirely.

Before, when he didn’t know, we got the small kernels of change. Ming is much more straight forward than he used to be. While he was never one to mince words, he is more truthful and up front, even with Joe 2.0. He is honest with him from the start about exactly what he wants. He doesn’t tell Joe the real reason why he wants it, but that’s understandable given that no one else is willing to believe Ming when he says Joe is still alive. So why tell this new stand in why you want him to be so.

Then he figures it out. He puts together the context clues and believes the impossible because he’s the only one who never gave up hope that Joe would come home, would come back to him. Joe does come back to him and Ming immediately sets out to ensure that Joe exactly where he stands in terms of how Ming feels about him. Ming needs Joe to understand exactly what he wants. Ming is probably always going to be the type of person who will use underhanded tactics in certain situations, but it’s completely understandable why he uses the contract to keep Joe with him.

Ming offers up explanations where Joe didn’t ask for them, because he knows that Joe deserves them, whether or not he asks for them. He wants Joe to understand that he regrets a lot of his past actions, including what he did for Tong at the end. Ming had all but admitted that if he could go back and change it, he would.

Ming is willing to confront so many issues head on. He is learning to deal with his emotions in a way that is more productive for them all. He has started to feel more of his emotions out loud in a way he didn’t before. He promised himself he would change if Joe ever came back and so far he has kept his promise. He will better himself and he will grow. He will no longer be stagnant.

He is even willing to tell his father that he is dating Joe. The mere mention of it clearly terrifies him more than he has the words to express, something that Joe picks up on right away and tries to protect both of them from. Preemptively breaking up with Ming to try and save them both a worst heartbreak than simply breaking up.

Tong had spent so much of the show attempting to prove again and again that Ming is under his thumb. He knew that Ming was in love with him in the past and still believes he is now, but he is wrong. Ming will no longer allow himself to be manipulated by Tong and by extension his mother. So he will shoot their ace out of the sky by doing the one thing that terrifies him the most. He will tell his father that he is gay. That he is gay and dating a man. A man named Joe.

He will accept what comes next because the only other options is to lose Joe and Ming absolutely will not do that for a second time. He is willing to lose everything, as long as it means he doesn’t lose Joe.

[azaleaniath]

hii!

requesting an aonung x reader 🤭 i’m sorry if it’s too detailed i just want to make sure what i’m saying isn’t confusing! could it be like major fluff and really sweet? i know aonung is the most loving behind the armor he wears

so we all know aonung’s an asshole. for some reason i imagine he’s actually a biggg softie but he sees showing his affection as embarrassing because he himself is self conscious, thinks you deserve better and has his walls up.

he’s pretty much always mean to you in hopes that you’ll give up your efforts to be with him and find a mate who actually deserves you.

reader is bothering ao’nung one morning, asking him to hang out with her, basically a date. he denies the first attempt so she changes the activity they would be doing and keeps offering more things to do hoping he’ll say yes to at least one of them. she’s visibly excited and hopeful that he will agree.

aonung was previously already frustrated for other reasons and he ended up taking it out on you, yelling and speaking to you hurtfully but he doesn’t actually mean it. (unknown to you). you stand there shocked and for a second his eyes soften as he realized he was reallyyy harsh with this one and may have taken it too far. before he can even say anything her lip trembles and her eyes instantly well with tears, she truly looks heartbroken and takes a step back from him.

at this point in time he realizes he’s really fucked up with this one and it’s almost like a switch flips, he’s able to bring his walls down and sincerely apologize and actually express his love for you/tells you how beautiful you are. he curses himself for hurting you to this point, mans is basically on his knees begging for forgiveness because his intention was never to make you cry(if you actually make him beg on his knees i would have zero complaints 😋). it’s a side you’ve never seen before and you didn’t even think he had it in him!

I hope this makes sense i’m sorry if it doesn’t 😭 i have the idea but i love your writing and know you can bring it to life!!

Thank you for your request! It wasn't too much detail at all, I liked the clear idea you had!

Hope you enjoy what I turned it into 😊

~ AO'NUNG X FEM! METKAYINA! READER ~

Date?

summary: The two of you have known each other forever. As you talk him into a date, he tries to get some space in between you two, but ends up hurting you with his words. Words he never meant.

includes: crying, angst, fluff, yelling, arguments, confessions

SFW

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With hopping steps you pathed over to Ao'nungs marui. In one hand you held a few shells and small beads, which you tried not to crush. A happy smile enhanced the positive aura you created around yourself.

"Ao', are you there?" you asked before entering the marui. 'Shit', he thought as he heard your voice, 'the last thing I need now.'

He didn't answer. Instead, he just sighed, mentally preparing himself for the ray of sunlight you were.

"Ao'?"

One of your hands pushed the curtains away and and you entered, still wearing your happy smile.

"I'm busy."

From the sound of his voice you could tell that he was not in a good mood, you could probably even tell why.

He sat in his rather dark home, fixing his fishing net without even looking up to greet you.

You came closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

Ao'nung still just sat there in silence, as if you weren't even there.

"Why did your father and you fight this time, hm?" By now your voice was a bit more calm, not as excited as before.

He still didn't physically react but only continued patching up the holes in his net.

"You know me too well..."

"Of course I do, you're the most important person in my life."

Your answer reminded him of why he didn't look up to you;

It hurt.

You were the sweetest soul he had ever met. You deserved the entire planet and every star in the sky. All he desired was for you to always keep that beautiful smile. But mostly, he wanted you to find a worthy mate.

In his eyes, he was anything but that. He would be olo'eyktan one day, that was true, but he had always been certain that he was not enough and he would never be.

Every time he treated someone in a bad way or laughed at someone, every time he misbehaved and refused to obey his parents he had a hard time sleeping the following night, knowing that the right mate for you would never do that.

He was not the right one.

And yet you had waited for him all your life.

"The usual. It's always the same..." he mumbled, tying the loose ends of his net with a bit more force now before tossing it into a corner and covering his face with both hands.

"I'm sorry to hear that." The hand you had on his shoulder gently caressed his skin a few times before he pulled away from your touch.

"Maybe this will cheer you up. Look, I found these, I thought we could sit down together and make bracelets for each other?"

You opened your other hand and showed him the shells, but he didn't even look.

"i said I'm busy. I don't have time for such childish things."

His words felt like a needle stinging your chest, but you tried to stayed as positive as possible.

"Oh, uh, okay... Well, we haven't been out swimming lately, would you like to accompany me? We could swim to the old cave, we haven't been there for a long time."

His hands sank down from his face and he supported his elbows on his knees.

"I'm sure Tsireya and Roxto would like to go with you."

'This is our spot...' you thought, feeling his bad mood draining your positive energy slowly but surely.

"That's not the same, Ao', I want to go with you!"

Instead of answering, he only took a deep breath.

You crouched down in front of him, resting both of yout hands on his thighs.

"What about tonight, would you like to eat with me? I'll prepare your favourite food and afterwards we can go look at the stars and-"

"Why can't you just accept a no?! I don't have time for you, and mostly I don't want to spend my time with you! Stop clinging to me like I'm your mate cause I'll never be!"

Your heart shattered at his words. It felt like it sprung into thousands of pieces.

It was nothing new that he avoided you, he had been doing that lately, but what he just said ripped your insides apart.

Ao'nung watched you standing there, frozen in place. It took a good while until your body reacted. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision before they rolled down your cheeks.

As you sniffled and started to sob you blinked a few times, averted your watery eyes from him and faced the ground.

Everything you hab ever wanted vanished before your eyes. In pain, you balled your fists, crushing the shells you had collected in your hand. They crumbled onto the ground like your dreams of a life with Ao'nung as your mate. He had made it clear, he didn't want to be with you.

Ao'nung felt his own heart break at your reaction. Instant regret overwhelmed him as he watched you dying inside.

"Fuck, I-" he hated himself for making you so miserable.

"I didn't mean to-"  He got up at reach out to you with softened eyes. If only he could turn back time.

You flinched at his touch and immediately withdrew, taking a step back. Again he tried to reach out to you but you only shook your head in disbelief. There was no way he just said that you.

All your life you had turned down the strongest and bravest warriors, the smartest and most good-looking clan members, no matter how hard they would try to make them yours. You loved Ao'nung and that had been for as long as you could think.

The chief's son looked up to you with such soft eyes, he looked so vulnerable and easy to crush and you did.

"I've been waiting all my life just for you. No matter how much you messed up I stayed by your side... But I guess I'm not good enough for the future clan leader."

Your voice was merely a whisper but these words burned themselves into his heart. Ao'nungs own eyes started to water and he held your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours to keep you from running away.

Your empty expression didn't even change as he did the unthinkable and knelt down in front of you, holding your hand and pressing it to his cheek  as if his life depended on it.

"No, you're wrong! I am the one who isn't good enough! You deserve more than me. You deserve everything this planet has to offer. You're the most beautiful and wonderful soul on Pandora, you're the most sacred thing to me, not even Eywa can compare to that."

You looked down at him, still completely disappointed and hurt by how he had adressed your date ideas earlier.

His lips trembled in panic. He couldn't lose you, that was not an option.

Ao'nung looked pathetically miserable all huddled up at your feet while clinging onto your hand for his life.

"L-let's go collect some shells, make some pretty bracelets for each other and go to our spot, yes? Just you and me, and then, let's get something to eat and watch the stars after the eclipse. Just the two of us, okay? Please, (Y/N)... let us spend the entire day together, we can to whatever you want."

You sobbed at his words, slowly agreeing with a soft nod. Until you did, Ao'nung held his breath in angst, hoping you would accept.

As you did, he got up and his hands fell around your neck instantly.

"Say, Ao'nung..?"

He pressed you against himself, holding your head against the crook of his neck as carefully as he could.

"What is it?" he asked, by now sobbing himself lightly.

"Do you really mean that? Do you think you're not good enough?"

You could feel his shaky breath around your ear as he spoke again.

"You're perfect. You deserve a perfect mate."

"I've made my choice a long time ago." Both your arms sneaked around his waist as you pressed yourself against him, inhaling his scent deeply.

"Are you sure about-"

"Ao'. I don't want anyone else."

He sighed at your words, wondering what you could possibly like about him so much.

"I just want you to live a happy, perfect life. You mean so much to me, I couldn't stand to see you unhappy."

At his words, a smile slowly made its way back to your face. Withdrawing a bit from the hug, you faced him, looking right into his puffy red eyes.

"Then stay with me, forever. That's all I need to be happy."

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Constantine and the Cherub"?"

John Constantine sat in the House of Mystery, next to him was a baby cradle, and he poured himself a glass of whiskey. It had been a busy night so far, but he knew that could change in an instant if the child woke up. And the demonologist, is ready to take a break, even just this tiny one. 

As he returned home, he found the infant who owned a part of his soul, and John had no idea who’s backing the tiny infant. 

But he was aware that it must be a fairly powerful person because he had sold his soul to numerous, related beings. Additionally, he had sensed the being that had seen to his needs be done before departing.

And somehow Danny is involved, prompting John to be instructed in the letter to keep the child, whose name is Daniel, safe. As stated in the warning, if a vampire, robot, or a flock of green vultures tries to kidnap Danny, just send them away. It doesn't matter where they go as long as the baby doesn't see them.

He observed that Danny's appearance would change when he sneezed; at the time, he was just a baby with black hair, not white hair. John believes he can handle it as long as it doesn't happen in front of others.

As he took a sip of his drink, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Zatanna. He hesitated for a moment before answering. He knew that when she called, it usually meant trouble. 

"John, we need you at the Watch Tower," she said as soon as he picked up. "There's something big going on."

John sighed. He knew he couldn't ignore the call. As much as he tried to distance himself from the superhero world, he knew that they would not leave him alone.

"I'll be there," he tried to whisper and not wake up the infant, and put down his glass. "What's the situation?"

Zatanna filled him in on the details as he made himself ready to get a Zeta-beam to the Watch Tower. It seemed that a powerful artifact had appeared in a city and had cased chaos. The Justice League had already taken it with them, but they needed John's expertise to know how to deal with the situation.

John's mind raced as he tried to think of a plan. He couldn't leave Danny alone, but he also couldn't ignore them otherwise they would come. He decided to bring the baby with him, hoping that the Watch Tower would be a safe place for the child. Put on his coat, and took Danny in his arm, and got Zeta-beamed. 

As he arrived at the Watch Tower, John was greeted by the rest of the Justice League. He could sense their surprise when they saw the baby in his arms, but they didn't say anything. 

John quickly looked at the artifact as Danny started to wake up .

Bruce asked, "Why do you have an infant with you?"

John:" You have no idea, i am struck with him, after I returned home he was inside my house. A note telling me to take care of him and... he owns a part of my soul."

Wally began to chuckle like Hal: "John Constantine, The Hellblaser lost his soul to a baby; I can't wait to see the faces of your foes and other allies! Hahahaha!"

Dinah moved cautiously toward Danny "Who is adorable?" You are a little cherub, indeed." Danny looked around and saw he was in space, which made his already adorable disposition even cuter. He also slightly twitched his little nose.

The Heroes grinned as they saw the baby's happiness as John showed him the window and Dinah promised John she would take good care of him. He will discuss what they discovered while it.

John quickly realized that the Thermos was a prison that they could open and seal in the same way. As they were able to use the Thermos to trap the creatures, the bottom did not lie, but who would construct such a prison?

 "Ah-choo!!" 

A few seconds later, he just heard a yell: "John!!"

John:"Oh, no." 

They noticed Dinah returning in a sprint: "This child is not typical; his dark black hair has vanished, and he has changed his appearance. He now sports a white hair halo! Nothing brief but cute! He appears even cuter when he is dimly glowing!"

Clark Kent:" May I ask what you think he is, Constantine? He's not a human, is he?"

 "Well, all I know is that he is not malicious." John: "I have no notion what he is."

He observes the heroes' glares at him.

John explained it to them: " Buggers, I'm referring to his species, not his personality! I don't even know what to think what race it can be, Hell. Feel free to think of name for his race as i was not able to find a existing one, he can be just a new species. Please refrain from using the terms similiar sounding to Cambion or Demon."

Dinah: "He is a little Cherub, then. Yes You are, you are, you are. I'm going to go give him food since you will be preoccupied with this."

A select group of Heroes without any knowledge of magic remained with her to spend time with young Danny when Dinah departed. Only John, Zatanna, and Batman remain in the rear.

"Okay, Who will tell her," John said as he blinked his eyes, and saw Black Canary leave.

Zatanna: "Don't you dare."

A/N:

Yes i have the sneeze idea form Lauch Dragon Ball just Google biblically accurate angels Cherubim

[vilentia]

Canvas of Love

Thor x reader

Summary: a fleeting shadow of jealousy tests the unyielding bond of two intertwined souls.

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The storm outside mirrored the tempest in your heart as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the rain streaking down your window. It had been a rough day, one that felt heavier because Thor wasn’t there to share the burden. He was away on a mission with the Avengers, something about a rogue Asgardian artifact that needed retrieving.

You missed him, more than you cared to admit. His absence left a gaping void in your life, a void you tried filling with work and friends, but nothing seemed to work.

It was on one of these lonely evenings that you met Alex. He was charming, funny, and most importantly, he was there. You two had hit it off instantly, and soon enough, he became a regular part of your life. A good friend, you reminded yourself. Just a friend.

Thor knew about Alex, of course. You'd mentioned him casually in your conversations. But what you hadn’t mentioned was how much time you were spending with him. It wasn’t intentional; it just never came up. Or maybe you were afraid of how Thor would react.

Your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your reverie. It was a message from Thor: “My love, I will be home tomorrow. I have missed you dearly.”

You smiled, a warm flutter in your heart. You typed a quick reply and set the phone aside, your thoughts drifting back to Alex. He had invited you to his art exhibition tomorrow. You were looking forward to it, but now Thor was coming home...

The conflict in your mind was like a knot, tightening with every passing moment.

Thor arrived the next day, his presence filling the apartment instantly. He was like a force of nature—strong, vibrant, and utterly captivating. You ran into his arms, the familiar scent of him enveloping you, bringing an instant sense of peace.

“I missed you,” you murmured against his chest.

“And I, you,” Thor replied, his voice a deep rumble. He pulled back, looking at you with those intense blue eyes. “Tell me about your week. Did anything interesting happen?”

You hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “It was the usual. Work, home... Oh, and I’m going to Alex’s art exhibition tonight. He’s really excited about it.”

Thor’s expression changed subtly, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he masked it with a smile. “That sounds delightful. Would you mind if I join you?”

The question caught you off guard. “Of course not! I’d love for you to come.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Thor was his usual self, loving and attentive, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

The exhibition was lively, the gallery buzzing with the chatter of the city's art enthusiasts. Alex’s work was the center of attention—vibrant, abstract pieces that spoke of passion and chaos.

“Your friend is very talented,” Thor commented as you both stood before a particularly striking canvas.

“He is,” you agreed, watching Alex interact with the guests. He hadn’t seen you yet.

Just then, Alex spotted you and made his way over, his face lighting up. “You made it!” He hugged you, a little too long, a little too close.

Thor’s jaw tightened ever so slightly, but he extended his hand. “I am Thor. It is a pleasure to meet the man behind these extraordinary works.”

Alex shook his hand, a hint of challenge in his eyes. “Thanks, man. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The evening progressed, but the tension between Thor and Alex was palpable. You tried to ease the atmosphere, laughing a little too loudly at jokes, and engaging in conversations a bit too enthusiastically.

As the night wound down, Thor’s mood seemed to darken. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you want to go home?” you asked.

Thor nodded, and you both excused yourselves.

The walk home was quiet, the silence a stark contrast to the noisy streets around you. You could feel Thor’s turmoil, his usually calm demeanor now a stormy sea.

Once inside, Thor finally spoke. “Do you have feelings for him?”

His question was direct, his voice steady but laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Was it...jealousy?

“No, Thor, of course not. He’s just a friend,” you replied, your voice earnest.

Thor looked at you, his gaze searching. “I trust you, but tonight, seeing you with him... it stirred something within me. A feeling I have not known before.”

You moved closer, taking his hand in yours. “Thor, you have nothing to worry about. I love you. Only you.”

There was a vulnerability in Thor’s eyes that you had never seen before. He was a god, a warrior, but in that moment, he was just a man, in love and afraid of losing you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “I know, my love. It is I who must apologize. My reaction was unwarranted. You have given me no reason to doubt your love.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love for this extraordinary man who had become your world. “It’s okay, Thor. I understand. But know this, no matter who comes into my life, you will always be the one I choose. Every time.”

Thor kissed you then, a kiss that spoke of love, trust, and a promise of forever. In his arms, you felt safe, loved, and home.

The next few days were blissful, as if the incident at the gallery had never happened. Thor was more attentive, more present, and you felt your bond strengthen.

You decided to talk to Alex, to set boundaries, to make sure he understood that your relationship was strictly platonic. Alex took it well, understanding and apologetic.

As you lay in bed that night, Thor’s arms wrapped around you, you realized how lucky you were. Love, true love, was hard to find, and you had found it with Thor. He was more than a partner; he was your best friend, your confidant, your home.

“You are everything to me,” Thor whispered, as if reading your thoughts.

“And you are my everything,” you whispered back, snuggling closer.

In that moment, everything felt perfect. The past was behind you, and the future was a canvas waiting to be painted, bright and full of love.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what life threw at you, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

[emmitaaa4]

Minor HOFAS spoilers ig?

The Walmart bonus chapter just leaked and good lord some people need to be for real. I'm so tired of people picking and choosing evidence.

So you're telling me that *gasp* Azriel's shadows seem to dance when he hums?? they react to sound/music?? no way. people from all sides of the fandom have been saying that for years (and use it for different arguments), and looks like ppl are still tying anything they can to feed their ship--which is fine but at least make it somewhat accurate.

The above is the last page of the Az/Bryce/Nesta chapter, and just as a refresher, this is the oh-so controversial phrases from the Az bonus chapter:

"(...) one of his shadows went out to dance with it (gwyn's breath) before twirling back to him. like it heard some silent music." and "(...) he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. could have sworn his shadows sang in answer."

I'm confused, which is it? Was the shadow's reaction to her breath & the singing he heard all metaphorical, thereby hinting at a mating bond between gwyn & az (as in "music between souls")? Or was it rather azriel's shadows reacting to a literal sound coming from someone who has arguably been hinted at having some voice/song-related abilities? Because if it is the first, then this new HOFAS excerpt is completely unrelated. Well unless Azriel has a mating bond with himself? pleaseee make it make sense I beg. And if the second is true, it would mean that for someone to be able of making his shadows dance, they'd have to have similar powers as him... its just gonna fuel the lightsinger theories (which btw approx 5 ppl are saying means that gWyn is eViL) so this literally changes nothing. nada. absolument rien.

Oh also.

"He says no partner right now, aka NO FUCKING ELRIEL. ELRIEL IS DEAD." (no hate to whoever posted that btw)

He literally rushes out that answer. Idk about you guys but to me the poor man still seems internally dead over the whole mate existential crisis, which as far as we know was left with him wondering "what if the cauldron was wrong". Sidenote but if I understood correctly, this all happens 2-3 months post acosf and Bryce spends ±5 days in Prythian, so it is very likely that it is all set during Acotar 5, and that the events of HOFAS in general are happening while Az is separated from the other MC (ie. the acotar5 FMC).

Regardless of all I just said, I am going to ask people once again to be for real. cause this whole chapter Azriel keeps glaring at Nes when she is about to reveal too much info, so WHY would he be mentioning Elain (or literally anyone he cares about) to someone who he is said to be highly suspicious of? make it make sense x2

Almost forgot. Last thing.

"Azriel said that Nesta killed the King! He didn't credit Elain!"

... no? for context, this is what Az said:

See my second point above. He told Bryce exactly what Nes did, and nothing more: she beheaded Hybern. We could speculate about what his look at Truthteller made him think of... but tbh I'll leave it to someone else cause perso I dont really see the point.

I am getting tired guys... guess who finally understands what "fandom fatigue" is.

-----quick edit-----

I don't mean to sound hypocritical by tagging ships, cause tbh i dont even wanna put acotar ship tags to this, mais bon c'est la vie et j'en peux plus. this fandom is kind of a mess. Goodnight loves ♡

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Heath 5th Anni Eve 4* Card Story

chapter 1 -starless back rooms-

saki: (This piece of paper flew over from somewhere… Oh, it was from the voice training room.)

saki: Uwah, I can’t catch it.

heath: What are you doing? 

saki: Oh, Heath-san. That piece of paper flew out of the voice training room.

heath: Oh sorry, that’s mine. I got dragged away by Kongou, so the room has been vacant for a bit. He finally let me go once he saw me eat my lunch… It was a massive serving too.

saki: Fufu, do you have practice now?

heath: I was planning to shut myself away in the voice training room for a while. If you’re interested would you like to join me?

-voice training room-

heath: I should pick all this paper up, my bad.

saki: I’ll help you. Ah, this is…

heath: The the lyrics to ‘Dokuhebi’, the show B performed for the store’s second anniversary. I usually lock myself in here to write new songs, however today I’ve been thinking about that show.

saki: Your second anniversary show you mean?

heath: I’d rather not remember the period of time after the second anniversary up until the new year but it’s not like I could ever forget it either. I caused my team a lot of hardship. But the worst part was being stuck sitting in that hospital bed whilst my words were stolen from me. It was hell.

saki: Heath-san…

heath: My songs are my very soul. By shouting them out into the world, I can prove that I’m alive. That I exist. So that’s why ever since I got discharged from the hospital, I’ve been thinking about my songs… As well as B’s shows.

saki: It’s true that you’ve made every single song for B’s shows.

heath: …Say, what do you think of the current state of B’s performances? Let me know how you honestly feel about them, what is Team B in your eyes?

-choice

They’re really powerful and amazing / They’re really moving / They’re very Team B, I like it

(all options have the same response)

>They’re really powerful and amazing 

saki: B’s shows are always really engaging, they’re so powerful and impressive.

heath: I see. If that’s how you see us, then I suppose that’s how Team B are. Thanks, Saki.

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chapter 2 -backstage-

heath: The show will be starting soon, did you come to wish me well? I’ll make sure to meet your expectations. I’ll get both the stage and the audience fired up. I’ll put on a show thats power will impress you, kind of like a power play. Don’t go forgetting that, ok?

saki: Heath-san… You’re really motivated today, aren’t you?

heath: I guess so, you could call it that. It’s because seeing your face energises me. To be honest, I had just been thinking, what direction am I trying to take my performances in? But then when I saw your face, the answer came to me.

I can’t always envision tomorrow and yesterday won’t ever come back. All I have is the present. That’s what just clicked for me…

I had two reasons for coming to this store. The first was to give life to my lyrics. And the second was to have those lyrics be heard by those that I want to hear them. Those reasons haven’t changed and won’t ever change… They can’t be changed.

saki: …Heath-san?

heath: I’d like for you to keep watching the way I live my life. Just as you have been up and until now… Please continue doing so.

saki: Of course. I’ll always be here to watch your shows.

heath: Yeah. I’ll do my best. You should get to your seat already, I’m gonna go all out straight out the gate, so make sure you keep up.

saki: I’m looking forward to it. I’ll head to my seat then!

-saki leaves-

heath: ….Saki. I’m different from back then. I won’t let anyone touch my life ever again.*

-stage-

-cg

heath: “Do you think singing hymns will keep you safe? Pride is a machine gun loaded with betrayal. No forgiveness, no groove. In this world you can’t have faith in anything. No forgiveness, no groove. No one’s gonna be fooled by a world like this.”

—end

*The word for ‘life’ that heath uses here is 命 (inochi) which is the word he commonly uses when he calls his songs his life

*Dokuhebi is based on The Brothers Karamazov, Smerdyakov specifically, the ending is lyrics from the song