#i just need a breakthrough. i just want a win for once.

[yourkevlar]

so stressed out and defeated.

[aamircoeur]

Can i request Kenji sato having a s/o who is a popular idol in Japan who also can transform similar to ultraman? I can imagine the stress🧍‍♀️

the man behind. ー ultraman, ken sato.

ultraman expresses his worries after a battle.

sfw. comfort, fluff. scenarios and situations are made up! female reader. UNEDITED

hi baby thank u for the req 🤍 ure the first one i've had in a long while so thank you for the interest and i apologize for my rusty writing :^P also i wasn't sure if you wanted hcs or a story but i went with the latter D: i hope you still like it, happy reading! 🤍

"i told you not to interfere, luxe." ultraman said, standing beside you in the middle of the blue-colored smokescreen that you made.

"yeah? well, it looked like you needed some help, ulti," you teased.

"told you not to call me that, too." he rolled his eyes and got into a battle stance.

a rhino-type kaiju appeared once again in the city, and it was your job as sapphire luxe to protect the people. and apparently it was ultraman's too.

[name] [surname], stage name: miki [name], inspired by the singer-artist miki matsubara. you debuted as a member of a 5-member idol group whose debut song ranked top 1 for 16 weeks. unfortunately, due to some mistreatment from the company, you left, hoping for the best for the rest of your members.

but since then, you've debuted as a solo artist under the same name and have been rising through the japanese artist charts. during this time, you caught the eye of ken sato, the baseball player of japan.

the two of you met at an annual event held for celebrities who have made recent breakthroughs; you were invited for being the top artist in japan as of the moment, recently gaining listeners globally, while ken sato was there with the giants for their recent win at the championships.

the two of you clicked, and since then, you've grown to get to know one another, knowing him more than this egoistic character that he portrayed. giving trust and sharing experiences, unveiling secrets to one another, until love came between the two of you, which brought the two of you here, transformed into your huge alter egos in the middle of the city against a kaiju.

"go home, luxe!" ultraman shouted as he shielded the two of you from the kaiju.

you furrowed your eyebrows and held your palm towards him. "duck!" you shouted. ultraman ducked without hesitation, and a strong beam of light was released from the sapphire gem of your palm. ultraman looked up at the sight of you, hair being pulled back by the wind from your move while sparkles from your beam surrounded you in his vision. you're perfect.

the kaiju was knocked a few buildings back, landing on its back, attempting to get up until it lost consciousness.

ー

shrinking down to your human sizes at a dark alleyway, ken turned to you immediately and held your arms. "i told you not to follow. why do you have to prove how hard your head can get?"

tired, you tried your best not to snap back at him. you were helping. what's his problem?

you felt his big hands tighten around your arms, holding you securely as if you were to run away. the two of you were panting out of exhaustion while you shared a moment of silence together before deciding to make a move to break it. you stared at his scratched up face. his eyebrows were furrowed, the top left having a scratch while cheeks had dirt. your kenji was just worried. he cares, you thought.

taking a deep breath, you held onto his forearms and pushed them down. you reached for his face, and because he didn't show any signs of stopping you, you held his face and rubbed the dirt off his cheeks. this movement alone slowed yours and ken's breathing. "anata, i'm fine." you spoke softly. ken closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows more, sighing as his head leaned into the touch of your right palm. "you know that, right?" you added.

he sighed once more. "i, i know that, [name]," he answered. "but, what if i lose you . . what if you get hurt?" his breath hitched. "i can't lose you, love."

"you won't lose me, kenji." you reassured, tip-toeing before leaning into his worried face and pecking his forehead. "i have ultraman with me." you smiled.

"but i'm w-weak sometimes, you know." he sighed again.

you moved your kisses to his closed eyelids. "never, anata," you said, now peppering kisses on his cheeks.

"and you, fuck, you're perfect. you're fragile, you're mine, my [name], your safety is never guaranteed. i need you to be safe, love, iー" he tried to counter your reassurance once more, but you weren't having it.

"kenji." you said firmly. ken opened his eyes to see your [color] eyes, which to him, was the most beautiful color that he's ever seen. "ultraman may have lost battles, and he may have shown weakness, but the man behind him is the strongest i know," you said. kenji hummed as his hands found their way to your waist. "you, kenji sato, is the bravest, most intelligent, and toughest person i know." you smiled.

ken sighed again, but with this one ending with a smile. "handsome too, yeah?" he added.

"the most handsome!" you exclaimed. "and i'm sapphire luxe, have you forgotten? don't take my name so lightly, anata. i've beaten just about the same amount of kaijus that you have, maybe even more! you know how hard i train when i have no schedule as an miki, mina knows how hard i've practiced that beam move! i've yet to find a name for it, you know. after cleaning up at home, do you want to think of one with me?" you rambled, and kenji just stared at your face with a smile while you did.

kenji pulled you into a hug, burying his face onto your neck and breathing the scent of your sweat and perfume that he's most familiar with. "thank you."

you smiled, thinking of saving all the talk for later. "you're always welcome, kenji."

[shinhoebakuhoekitten]

I like to think that shinsou never really understood the sexual potential of his quirk as he was growing up because he was so insecure about it in the first place because he thought it was a quirk you could only use for evil. But as he grew more confident and trained to use it work in his favor, his insecurities definitely lighten up and he’s not afraid to use it in front of others. But imagine one fateful day, maybe his friends make a casual joke to him about how they would use his quirk in bed if they had it. Shinsou proceeds to have an internal breakthrough and kinda regrets that he didn’t think of that in the first place. but it’s never too late is it? he gives some lame excuse to leave and can’t wait to get home and try it on you <3 (w/ consent ofc)

Anon with the big brain. Thank you 💕

Also, I always accept prompts/requests/thoughts fyi.

It gets brought up so causally too, imagine Shinso is out with Denki, Izuku, Bakugo and Kiri at Bakugos place for a dudes night since they hadn’t all seen each other much once they all became pro hero’s. It’s a casual Saturday night filled with gaming and booze.

Denki has a had a few too many and the already loose lip hero becomes a menace once tipsy because he does not know how to shut his damn mouth.

“I had her squirting in under a minute with a combination of my tongue and quirk. She’s already texted me to come see her tomorrow, so sounds like I’m getting lucky again.” Denki is already beginning to get a slight slur to his voice, signaling Bakugo to bring out the non alcoholic beer for him since he always got like this.

“Uh huh Denks, whatever you say.” Shinso muttered as he threw Kiris character in Smash over the platform, signaling a win.

Shinso took a swig of his beer as Kiri passed the controller over to Izuku, muttering how he never wins this damn game.

“Well what about you?” Denki starts “tried your quirk on that pretty girlfriend of yours yet or are you too chickenshit.”

A loud ‘Ha!’ Erupted from Bakugos lips as he looked to the lavender hair man, quirking his eyebrow as if to say ‘Well, have you?’

Shinso fixed the way he was sitting against the bottom of the couch as he selected his character, trying to act nonchalant as he replied

“No, I’ve actually never used my quirk on anyone because I don’t need it to fuck anyone dumb.”

A ‘Oooo’ escaped Kiris lips as Izuku looked at Shinso, shock prominent on his face.

“Really? You’ve never used it before? I figured it would make sex more thrilling.”

The game started before Shinso could reply and he allowed that time to think about what everyone was saying. It wasn’t news to anyone that when most people learned of Shinso’s quirk a lot of people assumed it would be used for villainous acts vs being a hero. Shinso guessed that he had gotten so used to everyone thinking that way that he never wanted to use it beyond hero work, even for personal pleasure.

Shinso lost quickly to Izuku. He gave his controller over to Bakugo as his phone buzzed in the pocket of his hoodie.

Miss you <3

As Shinso read the text from you he couldn’t help but smile a bit. You two had been dating just over a year and had recently moved in together, a huge first for both of you.

Reading the text made him think about the fact that maybe he did want to try his quirk in bed with you. Without thinking too much about the fact that everyone would be able to put two and two together he put his phone away and put his shoes on while telling the group that you weren’t feeling great so he was going to call it for the night.

“The sex better be worth it to ditch us early!” Kami bellowed out as Shinso closed the apartment door.

He too was hoping the same thing as he shot off a quick text to you.

I’ve got an idea that I wanna try in the bedroom tonight. See you in twenty 😉

[possessionisamyth]

So here's the thing. I do think Luis worked on Project Nemesis in the remake timeline. I tried double checking the in game evidence around this statement, and it's still a little vague but why not. At the time he is in his early 20s which, for a lot of people, is a very high pressure time of growth. Navigating adulthood, figuring your personhood out, and feeling like there's an invisible timer to accomplishing something important are pretty common experiences for that age range. Not to mention just trying to survive at all when living and supporting yourself is being balanced with the rest of that nonsense.

Before the project, I do think Luis was working on standard over the counter medicine. I think his genuine goal was to make something that hadn't been done yet. He wanted to make something there was a need for and he failed. He kept failing utterly at it, and his self-esteem took some heavy hits during this process. This meant when he was offered to start working with his team named on his lighter, he goes for it. He's also good at it. Great at it. For some reason, working with parasites comes completely natural to him. He makes a lot of breakthroughs, and the praise he receives in return diminishes the self-deprecation he might've been lumping on himself for past failures. He's pretty sure he's found his calling until he gets to see what they've made together.

And it's horrible. It's the opposite reaction of what Wesker has with the completed Tyrant. He's terrified. He's confused. He's maybe even angry with everything but especially angry with himself, and he knows what happens after this. He knows with a success there'll be more. He knows with a success they won't stop, so he runs away. He puts a lot of effort into vanishing since he knows he's the key to keeping a smooth manufacturing process, and he's right. They can only make the one, and the issues he theoretically could solve for duplicates he is no longer there to solve.

He probably mopes for a while, tries to tell himself there was nothing more he could've done, and he goes home to see the people he knew falling ill. With parasites. That's his thing! That's his thing he can do!!! That's his thing he can fix!!! The leaders, only one of which he did trust, gave him the gracious opportunity to fix it. To save people. To save the people he knew, and he succeeds. He makes something to save those people only to find out it was a lie. All of it.

It's not like the first time where he chose to make something horrible for the sake of needing a win only to run away from the consequences. This time he went in with good intentions to help people and stop a plague only to become a tool in progressing it. No wonder he was so desperate to help when we see him interacting with Ada in the DLC. He's trying so hard to do everything on his own terms to get the results he wants because the failure of upholding his code of ethics led to the production of a weapon of terror and the success of upholding his code of ethics led to the production of a weapon of terror, so when does it end!!!!! When do his intentions actually have the effect he desires? When can his mind, his skills, his abilities actually help people for once? And then Leon and Ashley appear, and his work helps them like he wants it to help people, and he never gets to bask in that accomplishment!!!!

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 720: The first years' struggle

Pag 1

2: Even though the Chiba qualifiers for the Inter High started....

4: We're at the end of the line!! There's so many people before us....

I can't see Imaizumi-san and the others at all, teh!!

5: Anyway, let's get ahead, Rokudai!!

Pag 2

1: If we can't get ahead, are race is over!!

3: Our race that just started will be over, teh!!

Tee....

Pag 3

3: We can't pass through!? No.... but

Ah-

I- I'm sorry, we're in a hurry so, cou- could you let us pass through, teh?

4: What, are you of Sohoku.....!

During a race, all the jersey are equal, so selfishness won't work just 'cause you're Sohoku!!

5: Hit someone else

This position is ours

6: You first years!!

Yessir-

It's a senior student!!

8: Dammit.... in the end we're back at the back of the line

Dammit....

Kinaka-kun.....!!

Pag 4

1: Can.... can I ask you something? Kinaka-kun, this race.... how many times can we do this “game”?

2: How many times?

3: In basket, for a tournament or a league, you do it three or four times

A “qualifiers breakthrough”

4: In road racing, how many times should we win!?

5:  I see..... right, this is your first race, after all.....

6: This may be the definite difference between bicycle racing and other sports....

I'll tell you

7: Only once

Pag 5

1: With this race, everything will be decided in one shot

Pag 6

1: For example if Sohoku loses because of use, we couldn't go to the Inter High!!

2: For every team!!

Pag 7

1: Huh!?

Those two started at the end of the line!?

2: I told them to go ahead like this, but it looks like my voice didn't reach them

3: B-bad, this is bad!!

4: Ah, Sugimoto-kun, Kaburagi-kun

How's the race going!?

5: Naruko-kun jumped ahead on his own

Just right after the start!!

Pag 8

1: It looks like everyone raised their pace and the other ciclysts are having troubles

So for now it's a relief....

But.... even though it seems like we have the advantage

2: We don't know what's going to happen next

3: Huh, nothing... don't we have the advantage!?

Onoda-san and Imaizumi-san are running without exhausting their legs

4: Naruko-san jumped ahead, so even if he keeps going like this until the finish line, it'll be our victory

5: And even if, for example, they catch up to him, Imaizumi-san and Onoda-san can jump up and accelerate, and it'll be settled!!

6: Well... those two first years mught not catch up, and it'd be a pity, but

It's already decided....!! Hahaha

Pag 9

1: Kaburagi.... did you see the map course? The map course

2: Since you second years were told to preserve yourselves, you probably didn't see it

3: This time, there are mountains

4: And while climbing up a mountain, you'll need water and calories

7: But it's difficult to receive supplies in a supply point set in the section where the mountain ends and the speed on the flat road increases

Pag 10

1: So, about that, Onoda thought

2: This was Onoda's idea

4: It could end up bad this time!

5: Sugimoto-san!?

6: Onoda said.... he wanted to give this “role” to the first years

During this race, the food and water bottles for everyone...

Pag 11

1: They gave everything to the two first years!!

Pag 12

2: How many people are there....

Dammit, we can't get ahead at all!!

3: This is so different from what I'm used with middle school races!!

What do we do

4: Such an importan race....

And such an important role....

5: “I'm sure there will be a lot of work to do today”

6: We won't be able to carry these to them...

And it's my fault....

7: The race....

The team's race will over!!

Pag 13

3: The road surface is newly made!!

Could it be that up ahead....

4: The width of the road!!

5: This way, Rokudai!! Let's go

Follow me!!

6: Even though I finally got this jersey

Ahh-

Pag 14

1: Rokudai!!

2: Even though I got the chance to run together with Back-gate slope-san....

What am I even doing....

3: This way!! Come!!

4: If I can't deliver these, the team will lose!!

5: It's too heavy, Back-gate slope-san!!

6: Rokudai!!

Pag 15

1: Teh?

3: You're going “hyaa hyaa” too much

You're so lame

4: Kinaka-kun....

5: There's only one thing you have to do!!

I'll tell you now!!

Pag 16

1: Don't think!!

Pedal!!

Pag 17

2: What's going on, Sohoku?

Did they have a falling out?

He grabbed his jersey!

Why is Sohoku so behind?

I've never seen this guys- are they first years?

3: Could it be that this year's Sohoku isn't a big deal!?

4: The road becomes wider now

5: We can go!!

Follow me

6: Let's go

Pag 18

1: Straight road!!*

(*ndT.: he makes again the pun with his name Tsugunao and the word for “straight” which is “massugu” - he says “matsugunao”)

2: Sohoku accelerated from the outside!!

That guy's legs are so weirdly thick!!

One person jumped ahead!!

..... no

Pag 19

1: The road became wider so this is the way!!

Waaaa, what's with that guy's acceleration!!

2: It's two people!! There's another behind

3: By the way, the guy behind...

Why does he have the jersey on his head?

So lame!!

Pag 20

1: But still, he's fast!!

Straigthroo....!!

3: Pedal!!

Yeah!!

Pag 21

1: Teeh!!

2: Even without turning around, I know

3: You're following behind me

It's annoying but, I know all too well that you can keep up with my “Straight road Straightroo”!!

4: Be careful, Rokudai!!

With my  Straight road Straightroo, we go straiht ahead

So in the curves....

Oi, those guys

They're running towards the cliff, are they alright?

Pag 22

1: We curve at a right angle!!

Yes, teh!!

2: What's that weird cornering!! Who's that guy, he moved up only looking straight ahead!!

It's Sohoku

A first year!? He's so fast!

No, but what's up with the guy behind him!?

Pag 23

5: It's hotter than expected, today

[nanowrimo]

Five Tips for Memoir Writing When the Words Feel Too Hot to Touch

Memoir writing can be powerful, but often times, requires the writer to look back on difficult times in their lives. NaNo Participant Emily Henderson talks about her own experiences with memoirs and gives tips on navigating painful experiences.

Content Warning: Death of a child to cancer.

I've been working on a memoir for what feels like 1000 years. In the beginning, I wrote about how, by the time I was 18, I lost both of my parents, one to a plane crash and the other to breast cancer. I wrote about my descent into alcoholism and eventual path to sobriety. I wrote about marriage and motherhood, all against the backdrop of my love for running. I thought this would be my memoir.

But then, in 2019, my youngest son Aiden was diagnosed with brain cancer, and four months later, he was gone. Suddenly, the memoir I had in my mind no longer made sense, and I stopped writing. It wasn't until the pandemic that I returned to journaling and running to process my grief. I decided to run every street in my city, and thus a new shape for my memoir began to form.

In 2021, I threw my hat in the NaNoWriMo ring. I began knowing how hard it would be to write about my son and all the trauma surrounding his death. I wanted to protect my mental health while I tried to put words into the most painful moments of my life. Below are a few strategies I employed to help me win NaNo.

1. Gather Source Material

I re-read old journals, blog posts, and social media posts. I highlighted different themes and organized them into sections. For instance, I marked scenes from my childhood and those about my son with different colored highlighters. The idea is to avoid getting lost in memories when the focus should be on writing.

2. S.O.S. Journal Prompts

On days when the words just aren't flowing, I like to have a few journal prompts handy. I write them down on index cards and pull them out when I get stuck. I made some of my biggest writing breakthroughs with these prompts.

“The doctor said….”

“On a good day….”

“At my age….”

3. Change your entry point.

I wrote around and around the scene where my son dies, possibly trying to change the ending, but I couldn’t seem to get it right. Rather than bang my head against the wall, I came at it from a different angle. I wrote about my husband and how our marriage grew stronger through our son's treatment. Then when it came time to write the worst moment of my life, where my husband and I hold each other as we say our final goodbyes, I felt more relaxed and confident that I could do the scene justice.

4. Write a rant.

I have a lot of anger around the loss of my son, and I find writing a long rant about how unfair it all is, helps to clear the cobwebs to find the truth in the narrative. I like to set a timer for 20 minutes and write nonstop, even if all I write is, “I miss my son,” over and over again.

5. Non-judgmental social support

Writing about trauma is emotionally draining, and I knew I would need to decompress after tapping into the harder parts of my story. I scheduled lunch with close friends with whom I could talk openly. They often made connections I couldn’t see, and that led to even more writing breakthroughs.

Once again, life keeps happening, and in January, I gave birth to my fourth child. She is next to me as I write this, cooing and grunting while she sleeps. It seems my memoir has shifted once again, and I have a perfect epilogue to my story.

Emily Henderson is a freelance writer living with her family in Santa Barbara, CA. Her essays have appeared in HuffPost Personal, Scary Mommy, Writing Class Radio, and The Santa Barbara Independent. She is currently working on a memoir about processing the loss of her son while running every street in her city.

You can read more of Emily’s writing on her Substack, I’m Really Very Literary, or follow her on Instagram @emilykathleenwrites or visit emilykathleenwrites.com. Photo by Carli Jeen on Unsplash

[sagau-my-beloved]

Which corrupted characters would immeadiately go yes murder?

I'm thinking maybe shenhe, perhaps your corruption overpowers her ropes and she goes full murder mode

-Rapid

Oh absolutely, Shenhe is already borderline three steps and a bad day from killing people, corruption would absolutely make her ruthless in order to get your attention. Her irritation is already at an all time high the moment you even insinuate not wanting her around, and that irritation will be taken out on the first person who crosses her path. It's all for you, to show you what she's capable of, how much she needs you to guide her and morph her into what you wish her to be, how ready she is to be thoroughly controlled by the divine and perfect you.

Now obviously Childe, and I'm gonna say everyone in the fatui too, cause duh, but Childe thinks of it just like a game. Surreee he's holding people hostage and threatening/acting on mass genocide, but it's all in your name, see how far he's willing to go to worship you? See how dedicated he is, how much resolve he has? You'll look at him some more won't you? If you still won't then maybe he's just not showcasing his resolve properly. Killing indiscriminately and offering up body parts on your alter shows how he's not phased by that stuff, how he's just the perfect tool for you to use however you please, he'll do it all for you so please just ask him to.

Now this might be a little out of left field but I'd say Albedo. He'd try to win your favor through scientific breakthroughs, futuristic inventions that maybe mimic things in your own world that you miss. Sadly, testing these things ethically just takes so much more time, he needs your attention now, so he might as well kill two birds with one stone and maybe make use of the waste of human life that are your nonbelievers. You'll look past it right? Is not as if he's actually hurting people, those who don't bend to your will are less than human.

Of course I've gotta hit all the angsty characters and say Xiao. His entire existence was proving his worth through slaughter, it's what he knows. If corrupted he'd choose to prove his worth to you by showing how well he can protect you, from monster and human alike. If he sees you have a problem with another human then he'll solve it for you, you'll appreciate him for doing that won't you? He's doing it for you, he'd do anything for you, simply say the word. You rejecting him like this must mean he simply hasn't proven himself enough, he'll do better, anything that moves around you will be dealt with swiftly and mercilessly. A threat can come from anywhere of course, so you'll say his name right? Just once more, he needs to hear it one more time.

I gotta put Ei on this list too, she's simply not known for having the strongest moral compass. Ei would start wars in your name, if only to get you back, as if you were nothing more than simply a trophy, from whoever holds your attention. She has the power of people willing to kill in both her and your name, it would take little more than a sharp look and a few choice words to cause a completely different kind of war, one she will certainly not lose, not with something so precious on the line. She's giving herself up so freely, she's yours, why won't you take her? And Ei is completely prepared to make any sacrifice in your name, so what must she do in order to prove it? Spilling so much blood needlessly is such a waste after all, but it will be done, and it will continue to be done until you grace her with your gaze once again.

[thegoldenavenger]

Here's a quick. Thing. They're All God's (except LBH) AU. This is like, the ending. no i dont explain anything. i just wanted lqg to get melted down and rebuilt. you know, as gods do. this does have an open/unsatisfactory endind just fyi haha

When he loses the first time, Liu Qingge refuses to acknowledge it. It doesn't matter, after all, as long as he tries again he can change something. He returns the second, third, fourth, fifth times.

He has lost count when he realizes that the something he has changed is in him. With the same heaving blood soaked breaths he coughs up at Luo Binghe's figure, something has been changed in him.

Of course. He cannot be the God of Breakthroughs if he cannot break through.

He keeps losing.

Each battle he marches into is another dig at his once spotless reputation. He feels his divinity and grace slough away from him like dried mud. Still he faces Luo Binghe every day.

It forges him into something else.

When Shen Yuan reawakens, not dead but Ascended, Liu Qingge stops his fruitless battles. 

Shen Jiu is with him. At some point the God had shed the title of Qingqiu as trees lose their autumn leaves. Still the God of Bitter Fall and Uneven Ground, of Unfair Advantages, but now also of Cunning Thought and Persistence. He hasn't changed, Liu Qingge realizes. He's just revealed more of who he is.

Shen Yuan is, as always, Shen Jiu's compliment: God of Bountiful Harvest and Smooth Travels, and of Cutting Words and Sloth.

Shen Yuan has, thoroughly, molded himself into the perfect God for his precious demonic pet. Luo Binghe will never want for a single thing ever again with the God of Easy Living walking by his side.

Liu Qingge wants to avoid them both. Everyone else is already aware, but from these two he wishes to hide his failures for just a little longer. However, the core of him is settled in such a way that he cannot find it in himself to pull away.

They want to see him.

It's no surprise that when Yue Qingyuan invites him to a banquet, Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan are there as well. As ever, Yue Qingyuan's bias shines through.

"What did you do?" Shen Jiu snarls from across the banquet hall.

"Who— oh Qingge!" Shen Yuan turns and catches sight of him as well.

Tension rises in Liu Qingge's body but—they've already seen. And if, somehow, they are too dense to understand, any one of their God siblings will explain it. Poorly. So Liu Qingge stays.

Shen Jiu is, of course disgusted. Shen Yuan intrigued.

"I thought once gods Ascend they do not change." He comments curiously.

"They don't." Shen Jiu hisses. "They can adapt perhaps. Split. Acquire or shed new epithets or old ones as we have. But they do not change. If they stop being what they are, then that God simply ceases to be."

"It's as it is." Liu Qingge shrugs. "I'm still a God—"

"Of cycles." Shen Jiu accuses.

"Reliability!" Shen Yuan insists. "Qingge is always dependable."

"It is no great thing if you can only depend on him to lose." Shen Jiu's dark gaze is calculating and Liu Qingge understands that, somehow, Shen Jiu knows the whole story already. That he simply needed to see Liu Qingge to fit the pieces together.

"He doesn't lose!" Shen Yuan defends, loyally. "Qingge has always been there when we needed him!"

Silence descends on the banquet hall like an awkward blanket.

"What, did—have I missed something?" Shen Yuan asks, glancing sharply around.

Yue Qingyuan, belatedly, ushers the rest of his guests out. Liu Qingge supposes he must be grateful that Luo Binghe isn't here to enjoy rubbing Liu Qingge's nose in it. Shen Jiu will, assuredly, have no problems doing it instead.

"It's exactly as Shen Jiu says." Liu Qingge starts. "Fighting Luo Binghe has irrevocably changed me." He says.

What he doesn't say: I cannot win against him now even if he deigned to throw the fight.

Perhaps, to Shen Yuan, the change isn't so dramatic. Shen Yuan had never wanted Liu Qingge to win that battle anyway, and Liu Qingge has ever been Shen Yuan's most reliable God-Brother.

Once upon a time, Liu Qingge was a War God. There were and still are many gods of war: strategy and prowess, blood and conquering, weapons and trade.

Liu Qingge was the breakthrough. The final push. The turning of tides. The culmination. He had never failed to turn a lost cause into victory, there had never been a battle lost to him if he meant to win it.

But then Shen Qingqiu became two, and then Luo Binghe built a shrine and Shen Yuan wasn't prepared for his tribulations and then—

Well.

Liu Qingge is a War God. Of Cycles, Shen Jiu says. Of Reliability, Shen Yuan insists. He is the God of forlorn hope, of having only one spear and one sword, of hunting phoenixes in mirrors. The same battle retread for the same reasons.

[tgrailwar]

Tumblr Holy Grail War, Another Start: Wave 2 - Day 1 (Team Avenger)

As soon as he had a chance, Avenger slipped into the darkness. Win or lose, 'self-preservation' came in just before 'making friends'.

"Yo. Huh? 'Why didn't I stick around with Archer'? There was no way we were going to work together. Outside of personality reasons, we're on two different sides. I want him dead, and he doesn't want that."

"Here's the thing, and trust me... it's weird for me to say this too, but we've got to get the Grail War back on track. Seven Servants dead. Seven PROPER Servants dead. The Grail is filled up, you get your 'wish', and then with 'Ruler' satisfied we can move on with our lives. Fighting alongside Archer now was just a way to ensure we got a good hit on Foreigner early, so that if she tries to stop us from getting the Grail later, she'll be just... a bit weaker."

"...'Course, speaking of, now that Ruler let you all call up a fresh new Extra-class, it's complicating things. Letting Foreigner die just means that the Grail becomes even more corrupt-- letting Foreigner win means that things will go from bad to worse."

"...Basically, we're in the hardest position. We need to kill at least four more Servants that aren't Foreigner, snag the Grail, make a wish, and try not to die. How do I always end up in these messes..."

-

Welcome to Part 2 of the Tumblr Holy Grail War!

Avenger's goal is to kill four (ideally five) Servants to sacrifice to the Grail, in order for the Masters to make a wish without complication... all without killing Foreigner and further corrupting the Grail. Or dying first. Or letting Foreigner get the Grail. Easy.

There are now 4 phases for each 'Wave'.

Starter Phase

Decision Phase

Encounter Phase

Prep Phase

During Avenger's 'ready phase', he can either 'amp himself up', or mess with the internal data of the Grail War to 'drag someone down'.

Team Avenger has all 3 Command Spells!

Angra Mainyu is uninjured!

Skills and Noble Phantasms:

Angra Mainyu (Avenger)

Zarich: Right Fang Grinder (C) - Reduce enemy Servant boosts by -3%.

Tawrich: Left Fang Grinder (C) - Gain a +3% attack boost.

Annihilation Wish (A) - When fully healed, gain a -20% demerit to his final score. With one wound, the demerit is reduced to -10%. With two wounds, the demerit is changed to a +20% boost.

Noble Phantasms

Verg Avesta (D) - A Noble Phantasm that hinges on the his Masters supporting him by... not supporting him. If activated, then if Avenger recieves certain percentages of the vote (not including bonuses), he's able to inflict certain amounts of damage.

0% to 5% - Inflict 3 wounds on a target.

6% to 10% - Inflict 2 wounds on a target.

11% to 15% - Inflict 1 wound on a target.

16% to 90% - Inflict no wounds on a target, and take 1 wound regardless of winning and losing. Opponent takes no damage, even if Avenger has the higher score.

91% to 100% - Take 3 wounds.

This Noble Phantasm costs 1 Command Spell to trigger.

Unlimited Raise Dead (False) - If used while Avenger is on his final wound, he's able to return from the dead with no wounds present, and 3 Command Spells once more.

This Noble Phantasm costs 2 Command Spells to trigger.

[nancylou444]

Hi! I hope you’re having a good day/night/morning!

So, I I need to share my thoughts with someone before I burst, and you’re always posting your thoughts, current and past, on destiel, so I’m hoping you can sympathize. Of course, you’re free not to read or post if you don’t feel like it (and I know you don’t need my permission for that either 🤦‍♀️ ).

So, I’m currently watching a reactor watch Supernatural who ships destiel. I’ve almost quit a few times due to annoyance, but they are otherwise entertaining and generally try (or tried) not to bring it up too often, and it’s now on season 15, so I’m locked in until the end. They just watched the episode "Last Call" where Dean is suddenly a good singer. Of course, they mentioned "bi lighting" and "subtext" because of course Dean can’t hang out with a male friend, especially one John caught him drinking with and got "mad" without it being because he was caught doing something "gay." 🙄 Not just because it was, you know, stupid to get drunk on a hunt. Plus being hungover for a hunt isn’t exactly ideal, even if Dean was old enough (he might have been). .

Anyway, this person actually used the words "I’m winning" in reference to the episode because Jensen (not Dean) sang, Sam was hanging back with Eileen, and Dean was chilling under the "bi lighting, " apparently. All I could think was, I’ve been literally watching this destiel shipper turn into a heller before my eyes over the months. And of course, they ship Sam and Eileen and were so happy that Dean went off to give them time alone 🙄 . It’s like heller brains only have one accepted scenario, and once they get in too deep, they become a clone of the rest.

Naturally, they want the show to end with Dean and Cass off on a beach (never mind that Dean mentioned wating Sam in that scenario) and mostly out of hunting, but not to get away from Sam, no. He’s there, too. Somewhere. Teaching the new hunters with Eileen or … something. It’s so ridiculous that they think this will/should happen. 1) When has the show ever hinted at a conventionally happy, or even happy at all, ending? 2) Dean would sooner gnaw off his own arm than semi-retire with Castiel on a beach while Sam continues in the hunting world without him. 3) Dean hasn’t wanted a romantic relationship since Lisa. 4) People who think Sam would want to continue hunting, on his own, if Dean stopped or semi-retired haven’t been paying attention to the show. I even saw one of their idiot followers saying Sam was alway better at adapting to hunting while Dean has always wanted out. 👀.

Anyway, I got ready to write a reply arguing against their idiotic ideas, but then I stopped and realized there was no point. There is literally no point trying to talk sense into people who spend so much time looking for hints and parallels pointing to the things they want (less codependent brothers and destiel) that they ignore the very literal and easy to follow canon, or actual text, of the show. It was a breakthrough fir me. There. Is. No. Point.

So, I deleted my planned response and just thought to myself, "You just enjoy your 'winning" honey, while you can." Because they are going to absolutely HATE the end of the show, and I’m just petty enough to be looking forward to seeing it. Does that make me a shitty person?

I realize it’s my own fault I’m annoyed right now, but I can’t just quit watching something once I’ve gotten this far, so I’ll have to suffer through (not looking forward to Despair 🙄) until the end.

Anyway, If you took the time to read this, thank you. I just needed to share this with someone.

This was an enjoyable ask, my darling. ❤️

LMAO, yes it is amazing the way that hellers 'see' the show.

Even now, almost three years after the finale, they still think destiel became canon because of the dubs and THEY had a 'wedding'.

Please let me know how they reacted to the 'confession' and the finale. 😆

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

2023 Movie Journey #1: A Man Called Otto

a man called otto. i am so deeply conflicted about this movie. i watched it back in january and i’m still not sure what i think, because i both think that it was a good movie and that i never want to see it again. 

this is gonna be spoiler filled, just fyi. i cannot explain my feelings on this one without laying out why the plot was the problem for me--and if you only saw a trailer, you may be as unaware of the plot as i was going in. (i know it’s also a book, but i’ve never read it.) 

basically, the trailer shows us grumpy otto, who misses his wife and hates people, and some new neighbors who move in and change everything. there is also a cat lurking around him. that part was especially noted by me, a person who has unofficially adopted a half-dozen neighborhood cats in the last few years. the trailer portrays his story as a hopeful one, the kind of curmudgeon-forced-into-happiness movie i would expect from tom hanks.

and some parts of what i assumed from the trailer turned out to be true. they’re not lying, exactly, in what they choose to show. but the trailer (at least the one i saw) is really selective in what it shows--so carefully leaving out other things that for me, just because the scenes in the trailer are IN the movie, doesn’t mean the movie i saw was the one they advertised.

i mean, this is a tom hanks movie, so it has an uplifting message. otto becomes less grumpy, he lets people back in his life, he starts to live despite his wife being dead. those parts are accurate. but they leave out a lot, for good and for bad.

tw for nonspecific mentions of suicide attempts and death.

grumpy otto, we learn as the movie opens, doesn’t just miss his wife. he is determined to join her. he starts the movie by failing at suicide. then he meets his new neighbors, and the movie turns into what feels like it’s supposed to be a dark sort of comedy, where he keeps trying to kill himself in different ways, and is constantly interrupted/postponed by his new neighbors, who have no idea he’s suicidal and are just accidentally always annoying him. until he slowly, eventually opens up. 

that part of the plot is pretty predictable, but juxtaposed with the constant ‘tom hanks trying to die’ that i was NOT prepared for, i was really freaked out. it made it impossible for me to totally enjoy the parts that were meant to be heartwarming. 

the movie didn’t win me over until otto’s first real emotional breakthrough of treating someone decently comes with a young man who had known and loved otto’s late wife when she was his teacher. he’s trans, and comes to otto when his family kicks him out, and the movie’s touching moments didn’t make me cry until that character showed up. he is the real start of otto building a new found family, and i loved that. 

there’s also a storyline that’s rewarding in the end, about a man otto was friends with before his life fell apart--that actor did a great job with the small space he was given, genuinely stole my heart. and the mom who is the driving force in the family that won’t let otto get away, otto’s relationship with her is great too, especially as it develops later. him teaching her to drive and giving her the most loving angry lecture i’ve ever heard made me genuinely wish somebody like that had scolded me into driving when i needed it, too. 

throughout the movie, we learn about otto’s life before we met him, in flashbacks where young otto is played by tom hank’s actual son. that part was cool. it allows us to know his wife, and what they went through together, and tbh does a decent job of filling out the picture when that can often fall flat as a method. and rita wilson sings the song that’s a major theme in the movie, which is neat.

but then, at the end of the movie, once we know all about otto and he’s happy and loved...HE FREAKING DIES. i do not need to see tom hanks die! who ever needs to see tom hanks die?? instead of being an uplifting movie about a man rebuilding his life, it’s a bittersweet movie about a man who brings his life to a close and passes on what he has to his new loved ones. 

and i can understand how maybe that is an uplifting movie for other people, somehow. i wondered as i came home that day if maybe it was a movie meant for those otto’s age, if maybe being in a place where you think more about death would make the movie more relatable than it was for me--there were certainly a number of jokes my packed theater of primarily older folks laughed at that just left me going ‘huh?’ (about car brands, or The Youngsters And Their Technology). maybe i was just oversensitive watching it.

but it also left me wondering how tom hanks and rita wilson are doing since they had covid--what they went through individually and as a couple, as parents of grown children, as older people...if that experience had them thinking about when one of them goes first, or about the end of their lives in general. about their future. 

so i’m really left with mixed feelings on this one, because it was not bad at all, for what it was. but i wish i had been warned going in that it was essentially one long movie about death--the mourning of it, the wishing for it, the attempting it, the dealing with it. it was so comedic and so not funny at all, all at once, and it just ended so sadly. again, i know it was meant to be uplifting in its way and thus more bittersweet than depressing, but i cried so hard when he died, i just didn’t enjoy that. 

also, when it comes to things i did not enjoy, there’s a jumpscare gunshot i really could’ve done without, and a supposedly-funny scene that felt like cat abuse and another where the cat looks dead but is ‘just’ frozen and later revived. plus the fact that otto dies and his cat is just...silently right there with him, until he’s found the next day, breaks my whole fucking heart. 

anyway, yeah. i don’t know if i recommend this one. ymmv. maybe everybody else loved it! maybe if you haven’t seen it yet and watch it, you’ll love it. (at least if you read this, you’ll be more prepared than i was. and there are good parts.) but it left me feeling sad and weird and like yeah okay death is inevitable but i didn’t need a movie about it quite like this. so i don’t think i’ll ever watch it again.

[phoenixwrites]

I don't really know how to tumblr but I just wanted to say I love your blog, your writing, and want to wish you all the positive vibes in the world after having to endure the horrors of ...well you know those evil people who think they are fans but are really just scary.

I wanted to ask if you have seen Joseph's video yet about winning the MTV breakthrough performance. I feel like it's so sassy and heavy in terms of him going like ya thanks but not those "fans". I think it's incredibly poignant that he mentioned being scared of some fans since we know what Grace has been through and having to get more security/people banned from cons.

It also was giving me a lot of ☀️🌙 vibes because he used the word kind/kinder specifically. Grace said in a panel once she could always be kinder. He was all heart eyes to her during that panel (and telling her no not you, you're lovely 😍 like we see you) so I think he is using her outlook to tell people to be kind of everyone in stranger things.

I dunno I just think your posts are hilarious and sassy and would love your take!

You have no idea how much I needed to hear this tonight.

I’m in a pretty bad headspace so your message? It just meant everything. Thank you so much reading and enjoying and being a friend. It gets really tiresome to be constantly maliciously gogossiped about. 💜

[itsmeglendaloraine]

What Beauty Pageants Revealed To Me

Joining a beauty pageant is a revelation to me. It uncovered all my insecurities that I swept under the rug for years. The comments on my body, like stones thrown at me, wounded me for years – so long that the pain numb me. I was seventeen, then. I did not fully realize that when I got to twenty-five. And now, it’s a constant inner battle that I try to win every day. 

In my freshman year of college, I joined a beauty pageant for the first time. Sort of joined or shall I say I was just convinced to join. I was one of the chosen to represent our course in the competition. I said no. There was lots of convincing done until I finally agreed. Half-heartedly.

I was very hesitant because I never see myself as one of those girls – the “beauty queens”. I never considered myself as “pretty”.  

Way back in high school, in my junior year, there was also a beauty pageant held for the school. I was considered but not chosen because I was, as in verbatim, “Glenda you can be one of the contestants if you’re not that skinny. You need to gain more weight or muscle to be considered”. Duh. 

To summarize all the harsh things I heard from my teachers and peers, it is this: I have the face, and the brain, but not the body. (Ouch!)

High school is the teenage years and in those stages of life, there are a lot of changes in our bodies, especially for girls. For once, I never questioned why I am like this, or why I don’t look like that. It never came to me, honestly. Thanks to my Mama, at home, my sisters and I are welcomed as we are, never heard of any criticism coming from our mother. (I heard that from my aunts, but that’s another story.) 

So back to my story…

I finally joined a beauty contest. That one from college (freshman year). I never won and I knew why. It’s because I never gave my best. I just complied. At that moment, I just thought to get that stupid contest done and get it over with! 

As a first-time contestant, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to walk, talk, pose, or smile. As we see on TV, there is that “beauty queen standard”. The girls walk like they are floating or whatever and talk with all the eloquence and all the confidence in the world. Not even a bit of imperfection. 

While me, I was so self-conscious! I’m never confident. I never was. I never had the desire to learn, which is so strange of me. Because when I like something, I am very diligent. To put it, I never liked what I was doing. As I’ve said, it was more on complying with what I was required to do. 

I cannot remember most of how I performed that night because that was the part of my life that I chose to bury. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want people to talk about it. I never liked to talk about it the whole time I studied at the university. 

But, there was one thing that I vividly remember: I heard lots of good words! Encouragements. Praises. Words that somehow made me survive rehearsals, even, gave me that one bit of confidence to get me to perform on stage. 

Those words came from my teachers, my classmates, my roommates, dorm mates, and even students I don’t know. Words of congratulations even if I did not win. The next morning, I woke up to a text message from a classmate saying I looked so pretty that night. I was shocked! I froze. Oh! Really? 

Everyone was so supportive. Talk about a change of environment. (Haha!)

Here’s one thing that resonated with me from all the books I’ve read and while growing up: Words have an impact. A big one. It is of great significance to our personal development. Sometimes, it will take a while to unravel them but eventually, they will resurface as one of our trauma. One of those pains that have always been there. Hidden. Asleep. 

I was twenty-five when I hit rock bottom. I came to a point where now, I considered a breakthrough. I never knew about anxiety or depression. I never knew them until I was caught in the trap of my thoughts – hurtful words resurfacing. 

I recently read the books, On Purpose by Jay Shetty and Master Your Emotions by Thibaut Meurisse. These books center on personal development and I liked what those books emphasized: that we are not defined by our thoughts or our emotions. All we need to do is self-evaluate and the first step is awareness. We must look into ourselves. 

Our emotions are there to signal us. When we are aware of them, we will be wise enough to be curious about why we feel that way or why a certain event happened to us. We should recognize how we feel. It’s a good opportunity to assess an area of our life that triggers the said emotion. 

Of course, it will not happen overnight. As for me, it took a long while to realize that I need to change some things in some areas of my life. It was quite a journey. Up to now, I am still a work in progress. 

I am at the point in my life where I am happy with how I look. And, every time I see my reflection in the mirror, I like and love what I see. I can’t help but remember that high school girl who was so insecure about herself that she can’t stand seeing her own body because all she hears is that loud, excruciating pain, screaming, “You’re too skinny, you need to eat more”. 

Mind you, I tried so hard on that eating part when I was in high school. I really forced myself to eat a lot but I remained so skinny so I keep on hearing that comment. When I enrolled in college, I heard praise for being one instead of criticism. I heard most of that in the dorm where I lived during my university days. It was when I started to like myself, which led me to love the body that I am in. Little did I know that our bodies are all changing in whatever phase we are in and mainly because of genetics. It’s just how we are made of. 

So, when I was experiencing the worst of my anxiety in my mid-twenties (after months of being depressed), I decided to take charge. That’s when I seek help. I consulted a mental health professional and educated myself on that department. I’ve researched. Read books, read articles online, and learned from stories of people who went through the same journey. I started to incorporate healthy habits such as exercise to release my thoughts. I chose to be healthy. I expressed my thoughts in a journal. I prayed hard to God to release me. To free me. 

I’m turning 30 this year. If I could say one thing to my 15-year-old self, who was rejected in high school, it’s this: “Toughen up! Let yourself be bruised. You’ll thank me later. I’m proud of you!”

Every day, I am choosing to be a better me. As of this writing, I am choosing to put myself first, to embrace all of my flaws and imperfections. I’m not that insecure anymore because I know I am not just pretty but beautiful in my own way. 

We’re all beautiful. We’re all unique. We should be happy and confident with the body we’re in. 

And to those who might be going through the same journey as me, congratulations! You made it here. You’ve come far! We still have a long way to go. 

And to those who are still silently, painfully battling their own demons, I hear you, I see you, I feel you. We can do this. 

I hope that you will join me. Together, we choose to love ourselves and shield our core to those harsh, mean things people carelessly say to us. Take it from Taylor Swift’s song, “People throw rocks at things that shine. But, they can’t take what’s ours”. 

Yes, they really can’t because we shine! Let us all walk with grace and confidence and even if we don’t get the crown, hell yeah! We make our own crown! 

[sportsgr8]

Golf: Amateur Dunlap Grabs Historic PGA Tour Title At The American Express

Official World Golf Ranking: The American Express tournament was sensationally won by 20-year-old Nick Dunlap, who became the first amateur since 1991 to win a PGA TOUR tournament as he ground out a 70 to edge South Africa’s Christiaan Bezuidenhout by a single stroke with his 29-under winning total. Chinese Taipei’s Kevin Yu flirted with a maiden PGA Tour victory with a scintillating final round of 9-under 63 before settling a career-equaling best finish of tied third at The US$8.4 American Express. Dunlap, the reigning U.S. Amateur champion who was competing on a sponsor's exemption, produced a gutsy up-and-down par save on the last for an historic victory over a stellar field which featured 21 players in the top 50 in the Official World Golf Ranking, including World No. 1 Scottie Scheffler. He also became the youngest winner at the age of 20 years and 29 days on TOUR since 1910. “It's everything that I dreamed of and just to have a chance on the last hole to win a PGA TOUR event is really special. I was so nervous (on the last hole). It's a really cool spot to be in as an amateur, and just to be here and be given the opportunity to play, and I don't ever want to forget today,” said Dunlap, who is in his sophomore year in University of Alabama. With a two-year exemption on offer to all PGA Tour winners plus guaranteed starts in all the Signature events and THE PLAYERS Championship, Dunlap will take his time to determine if he is to join the play-for-pay ranks soon. "That's something it doesn't just affect me, it affects a lot of people, coach back there and my teammates, and it's a conversation I need to have with a lot of people before I make that decision,” he said. The 25-year-old Yu, a former world amateur No. 1, was near flawless at PGA West Stadium Course with 10 birdies against a closing bogey which ultimately dashed his hopes of a career breakthrough. Japanese rookie Ryo Hisatsune, who earned his playing rights on the PGA Tour through the DP World Tour Top 10 last season, continued his strong start to 2024 by finishing T11 on 23-under, while Korean trio Sungjae Im, K.H. Lee and 2021 American Express winner Si Woo Kim shared 25th place on 19-under. After missing four months of action early last year with a knee surgery, the talented Yu displayed his immense potential once more by soaring into contention with an outward 30. He made four more birdies through 16 to jostle for the lead but a costly bogey on 18 after he found the fairway bunker eventually saw him finish two back. Yu shared third place with Xander Schauffele (65) and Justin Thomas (68). He is now looking forward to the Farmers Insurance Open which begins on Wednesday at Torrey Pines. Read the full article

[indyhypnosis]

How To Stop Worrying and Grow Your Business Faster!

Once upon a time, a girl around 14 approached her wise grandmother and asked, “Do you ever get scared?” Her grandmother smiled and replied, “Sure, everyone gets scared.”

Visibly upset, the teen asked, “How do you deal with it? I can’t stop thinking about all the bad things that could happen.”

Her grandmother replied, “Child, two wolves live in our minds. One is a bad wolf. It wants us to be afraid and tries to hold us back by conjuring dreadful images and thoughts. The bad wolf wants us to be small and remain in our comfort zone by reminding us of all the injustices that have happened, and could occur again, if we attempt to make life better.

The other is a good wolf. It wants us to be courageous, shine brightly, and expand our comfort zone to grow and experience more of life’s joys. The good wolf encourages taking chances because only through experience can you gain the wisdom and confidence to know you can handle anything that comes your way. That is where inner security and peace of mind come from. These two wolves are constantly battling in your mind.”

Curious, the teen asked, “Grandmother, which wolf will win? The good wolf or the bad wolf?”

Seizing the opportunity, the grandmother looked deep into her eyes and, with great conviction, said, “The one you feed, child. Because that one will be the strongest!”

As you know from all the emails, I’ve been working for months on my Practice Accelerator, Practice Amplifier, and One Belief Away™ Certification programs.

The bad wolf in my head says, “Why are you putting so much effort into this when nobody will show up anyway? People complain about their situation but do little to change it, so why are you working so hard for these people? You’re just setting yourself up for disappointment again.

Go back to growing your practice. It’s what you know. Besides, why would you give all your secrets to strangers who will take them and run? Or worse, now you’ll have better-trained competition! This idea of building an Army of Healers is dumb, and you’re wasting time trying to make this world better by teaching others how to build successful practices. The world doesn’t want to change, and people are too afraid to do what it takes for them to succeed anyway. So focus on making yourself richer and forget about helping others win.”

Then the good wolf steps forward and says, “Everything you’ve experienced up to now has prepared you for this moment. All the ups and downs, breakthroughs and heartbreaks, and wisdom you’ve acquired have equipped you to be the tip of the spear for elevating the personal development industry.

You finally have all the pieces in place because of your willingness to charge forward into the unknown without a safety net and no backup plan. Your decision to believe in yourself and your dreams and to pursue them fervently despite fears of running out of money, unworthiness, and not being smart enough has unlocked doors of opportunity and success that would not have opened any other way.

At this very moment, your light is attracting those who also have GREATNESS within them and are enthusiastically ready to join you on this much-needed mission to end needless suffering for millions of people. Some have already raised their hand and said, “I’m in.” Others will do so today, and many more will follow because they also want a life filled with meaning, purpose, and joy. So ignore the bad wolf and KEEP GOING!”

Every time the bad wolf thinks, “What if it doesn’t work out?”

The good wolf in my head says, “What if it DOES work out and it’s the BIG break I’ve been reaching, working, and praying for?”

I keep feeding the good wolf by following my coach’s advice, hanging out with like-minded people who are heading in the same direction, and listening to my Millionaire Brain Tapes every day.

Which wolf are YOU you feeding? What are you doing to feed it each day?

🙂 Tim Shurr ​Certified OBA Hypnotist™

[thecat620]

Stolitz BatB AU

Sorry this took a while. Wanted to get the kinks done.

Helluva Boss belongs to Vivziepop

(Disney’s) Beauty and the Beast belongs to Disney

Evermore belongs to Beauty and the Beast 2017

Once upon a time, there was a loving prince who once had a family to call his own. The servants in his castle were well-cared for so they loved him as much as he loved them. He had a daughter who also loved her father deeply and he cared for her and promised he would always protect her.

Then…there was the wife. She had been banished from the castle due to her cruelty towards others and was seen as unfit to rule with her partner. She had vowed revenge one day and swore she would return.

One stormy night, the ex-wife had returned. She had taken several years to learn a spell that would destroy the man she had once called her husband. The daughter, not wanting to see her father get hurt, blocked the spell, causing it to backfire on the ex-wife.

An act of love had been able to negate the spell enough for it to only seal the daughter away in a book but the damage had been done. The prince, in a fit of rage, transformed into a terrifying monster and killed his ex-wife.

This act of hate came with a terrible price; if the prince does not learn to love and be loved again by his 30th birthday, he will be doomed to live as a monster forever.

For who could ever love a beast?

(...)

It was an ordinary day in town as a young imp woke up early to see the horses running through the fields. Ever since he was young, he loved how free they were and he wished he could be like them.

“How do you get up so early all the time?” a young voice asked.

Blitz looked and saw his teenage daughter Loona, rubbing her eyes sleepily, walking up to him. “Just want to have that motivation every day for us to get out of this shitty town.” Blitz told her, looking fondly at her before returning his gaze to the wild stallions.

“You really want a horse, huh.” Loona mused, resting her head between her dad’s horns, making him giggle.

“I’d love to have a horse. But I want the best for us, kiddo.” Blitz told her as he looked up at her with a grin.

“Well let’s get out there and earn that money.” Loona smiled.

“Fuck yeah!” Blitz cheered.

The imp had adopted Loona a couple years back and while she might’ve had reservations about being adopted, she grew very close to her adopted father and would kick the asses of anyone that looked at them funny.

The father/daughter duo have been making their living doing odd-jobs around their town and had their own bakery that they would work at to support themselves. Blitz would do the baking while Loona would work sales and deliveries.

He had wished he could hire a few more people but it was hard when you lived in a small town and people thought you were the local weirdos. They still got business but it wasn’t the best.

Fortunately, their big breakthrough was coming up soon. Their masterpiece would be ready and in the big city they would have the chance to win at least one of the big prizes. It took a lot of planning but they finally came up with something that would win first prize for sure.

Loona would be the one to go ahead to the city while Blitz would catch up later. He’d need to finish up orders for the day and lock up so they wouldn’t get robbed. Not that there was too much of a risk in this town anyway.

“Aw shit. Dad looks like we’re out of a few spices. Could you go get some?” Loona asked.

“Sure thing sweetie.” Blitz replied before heading to the nearby corner store. It wasn’t like he always hated living here but it just seemed like everyone wanted to stick to their routines and not explore different things to do. But it was fine; they didn’t really bother him and he and Loona didn’t bother them.

Well, not everyone didn’t give them space.

“Hey there Blitzy.” A southern voice sounded.

Blitz rolled his eyes as he saw the local “hunk” Striker, was waving at him from the nearby corner with his little toady Wally Wackford close by. “Hey Striker. Hey Wally.” Blitz greeted politely.

“So what’re you ‘baking’ this time?” Striker grinned as he grabbed at Blitz’s plans for the competition.

“Hey! Give that back!” Blitz growled.

“Blitzy you’ve got so much more potential than just being a baker.” Striker scoffed, looking over his plans.

“Well that’s your opinion. I like baking.” Blitz retorted, snatching the plans back.

“Ain’t that a thing for girls to do? Just leave it to your daughter.” Wally laughed, yelping when Blitz grabbed him by the collar.

“Unless you want to shit your fucking teeth out after I knock them down your damned throat, you’ll shut up about Loona!” Blitz scowled.

“Whoa take it easy, Blitzy. You can’t seriously want to do this the rest of your life. Surely you’ve got other ideas on what you want out of life.” Striker reasoned.

Blitz glared up at him, dropping Wally on the ground. “My goals and dreams aren’t any of your damn business. So bug off!” Blitz retorted, going inside the corner store with a huff.

“You seriously wanna marry that?” Wally winced, slowly standing up.

“I like a man with a little spice.” Striker grinned.

(...)

“Oh hey dad. You’re back.” Loona greeted, noticing the irritated look on her father’s face. “What happened? Whose ass do I need to kick?” she questioned.

“Meh it was just that bozo Striker and his little fuck-buddy Wally again.” Blitz shrugged, taking out the supplies he bought.

“Seriously? That moron? Can’t he just find a hobby?” Loona groaned.

“Let’s forget about him. We’ve got a competition to get ready for!” Blitz declared.

Loona smiled as she closed up shop for the day. Their plan was to create a cake that showed the beauty of nature. Naturally, Blitz wanted to include his love of horses so he would work on the decorating details while Loona would put the cake together. Since it was getting close to fall, they made a cinnamon spice cake with an extra apple touch.

It took a good majority of the night but Blitz and Loona were soon ready to call this cake done.

“We did it.” Blitz grinned as Loona hugged him.

“Those judges won’t know what hit ‘em.” Loona smiled.

After a few hours of sleep, the two set up Loona with a carriage and horse to get her there safely. “I know you can take care of yourself but…just be careful, okay?” Blitz told her.

“Don’t worry. I know the path by now.” Loona assured him, giving him one last hug before hopping on the carriage before riding off. Once Blitz made sure she made it out of town safely, he went back to bed to nap.

(...)

The first part of the journey was fairly easy with a nice bit of fall scenery to make the journey more pleasurable but by the time night hit, things were looking a bit creepy.

The hellhound lit her lamp to try and get a better view of where she was going but cursed when she saw the signs leading towards the neighboring cities were weathered with age.

“Fuck…which way was I supposed to go?” She mumbled, looking towards two different paths. Deciding to just let fate decide, Loona took a path to the left and hoped this was right.

Unfortunately, Loona’s decision was incorrect as she and the carriage nearly fell off a cliff. She tried to rush back to the fork in the road but was stopped by wild wolves. “Uh hey guys…I’m like you?” She tried weakly before her horse was scared off, bucking her from the carriage.

She had no other option other than to run from the wolves and try to survive. The young girl ran quickly through the forest, dodging branches and rocks so she wouldn’t get caught by the wild animals. She was tired and cold but she had to run.

Eventually she crashed into the gates of an old castle. It looked really creepy and abandoned but a creepy castle was better than nearly getting eaten by wolves. She scrambled over the gates and landed in the courtyard. It seemed the wolves, seeing she was protected, backed off from chasing her.

Loona sighed in relief before looking up at the sky. The clouds were looking pretty nasty…and with those wolves out there, there was no way she could make it back home without risking getting eaten. Reluctantly, she made her way towards the castle.

(...)

“Hey Mox. Look over at the door.” A feminine voice whispered.

“We’re not supposed to move Millie…” A scratchy male voice replied quietly.

The two figures turned to see a young hellhound entering their castle. “Hello? Is anyone here?” Loona called.

“Is she trying to get in trouble?” Moxxie fretted.

“I got a little lost so if you let me stay the night, I’ll leave in the morning.” Loona explained, wondering if anyone was around.

“Young lady you’re more than welcome to stay!” Millie smiled, not flinching when Loona absentmindedly picked her up.

“Who said that?” She asked.

Millie tapped her on the head with her candle hands. “Hiya!” she greeted, not flinching when Loona dropped her in shock.

“Millie, you really shouldn’t have done that. Now the master is gonna be pissed.” Moxxie fretted, hopping towards his wife.

“How is this possible?” Loona questioned, picking up the clock before poking at him.

“H-Hey! Stop that!” Moxxie gasped, blushing as Millie was giggling at him.

“I must be more delirious than I thought…a talking clock and a talking candlestick don’t make any se-sen–ACHOO!” Loona reasoned before sneezing.

“You poor thing. You’re soaked to the bone. Why don’t you warm up by the fire?” Millie suggested, guiding the teen to the lounge.

“Thanks…the weather’s really crappy.” Loona sniffled.

“No no no! Absolutely not! You know what the master will do if he finds her here!” Moxxie begged. But his warnings fell on deaf ears as Loona was soon pampered by the other living objects in the castle.

“Wow. Talk about high-class service.” Loona smiled before a living teapot and teacup gave her something warm to drink.

“Can’t let you get sick, darlin’.” Ozzie smiled as Fizz giggled. “She’s fluffy!” Fizz smiled joyfully.

“Wow you guys are really nice.” Loona noted with a grin.

Though the comforting mood was quickly dissipated as the roar of a creature caused the warm fire to go out and everyone to look up in fear.

The master was awake and he was pissed.

“There’s a stranger here…” it growled, prowling into the room.

“Uh master? Let me explain. This poor girl was lost and cold and–” Millie tried before a roar told her to shut up.

“I was against this from the start.” Moxxie said weakly, hiding as the creature stalked into the room.

Loona looked around in fear before catching eyes with the beast. It was an owl-like creature but he was massive with piercing red eyes and fangs coming out of his beak.

“You shouldn’t be here…” it snarled, chasing her out of the chair.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude.” Loona reasoned, looking up at him in pure horror.

“And that gives you the right to invade my home?!” It snapped.

“I-I didn’t know!” Loona begged.

“What are you staring at?!” He questioned.

“N-Nothing!” Loona cried.

“So you’ve come to stare at the beast?” He questioned mockingly.

“No! I-I just needed a place to stay!” She explained, yelping when the creature grabbed her.

“Oh I’ll give you a place to stay!” It sneered before dragging the screaming girl away.

The living objects could only look on in horror; what did their former kind master become?

(...)

Back in the village, Striker and Wally were spying on Blitz’s little cottage. “Boy, he's gonna get the surprise of his life.” Wally giggled.

“Yup. And with how I’m planning to propose, how could he say no?” Striker laughed before checking on the impromptu wedding. “I’d like to thank you all for coming but I’d better get in there and propose to the guy.” He joked.

Most of the audience laughed while a few girls and some guys were crying tears of jealousy. Striker soon made his way to see Blitz.

“Striker? This is a…surprise.” Blitz noted as the taller imp let himself in.

“It should be. I have something special in mind for us.” Striker grinned before looking around. “Ya know, I could make your wildest dreams come true.”

“Striker no one could know my dreams.” Blitz said coolly.

“I bet I could take a wild guess. Imagine you and me, taking on the world and taking out the rich fuckers. We could rule the world and take what’s ours from those rich uppity fuck royals.” Striker said.

“What about Loona?” Blitz asked.

“Well, Wally could use a little playmate.” Striker told him.

That sort of cavalier comment really pissed Blitz off but he knew he’d only cause trouble if he got mad. So he decided to play it smarter.

“You must really have this all figured out, huh.” Blitz said, backing away from him.

“Of course. See, I really like you and think we’d make a great team.” Striker said, moving towards him.

“I…I’m speechless.” Blitz said, leaning against the door. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll marry me.” Striker said, moving in for a kiss.

“I’m sorry Striker…you’re a nice guy…but I don’t date fuckboys!” Blitz stated, opening the door behind him and causing Striker to fall into the mud.

Wally started the music unknowingly as Blitz slammed the door behind him but when he saw his boss coming out of the mud looking furious. “I take it, didn't it go well?” Wally guessed.

Striker could only grab Wally by the throat and pull him close. “Blitzy will be mine. Make no mistake about that.” Striker growled before tossing his friend into the mud and storming off.

Blitz waited a bit to make sure everyone was gone before coming outside. “Thank fuck he left. Honestly the idea of me being married to that bozo? No chance in hell.” Blitz grumbled as he moved to watch the running horses. “I wish I could be like you…”

The smaller imp was soon brought out of his thought by the familiar sight of his carriage and the horse pulling it. But there was no Loona!

“Spindle? What the fuck happened?” Blitz questioned as he tried to calm the horse down. He untied the horse from the carriage before riding the creature to wherever Loona was.

He could only hope that she was okay.

(...)

“Millie, you really shouldn’t have pushed the master this far.” Moxxie sighed.

“I didn’t want that poor girl getting sick.” Millie reasoned.

“Well now she’s locked up. This is such a mess.” Moxxie moaned.

The two living objects soon heard the door open and saw a young imp running through the castle. “Loona?! Where are you?!” Blitz called.

“Oh not another one.” Moxxie groaned.

“Hey, he’s pretty cute. I bet the master might like him.” Millie grinned as she went to investigate.

Blitz was running through the castle hallways, desperately trying to find his girl. “Loonie? Loonie!” Blitz called.

Millie used her lights to guide Blitz to where his daughter was being kept. This time being more discreet since a man trying to find his daughter probably wouldn’t take a talking candelabra very well.

Blitz made his way to the tall tower where he heard coughing and shivering. “Loona?” He tried, gasping in horror when he saw his girl looking cold and sick.

“D-Dad? How did you get here?” Loona coughed.

“Spindle brought me. I’ll get you out of here.” Blitz promised.

“No! You have to run!” Loona begged.

“I won’t leave you!” Blitz reasoned.

“You shouldn’t have come!” The creature snarled, knocking Blitz to the ground and causing the torches to go out.

“Dad run!” Loona screamed.

“Who are you?” Blitz questioned.

“The master of this castle…” the creature responded.

“Please…let her go. She’s not feeling well and could die here.” Blitz begged.

“Then she shouldn’t have come!” It snapped.

“There must be something I can do.” Blitz fretted. The creature scoffed and turned away dismissively.

“What could you possibly do?” The monster scowled.

Blitz had to think quickly; he couldn’t let Loona stay here. She had a life to live. “What if I stayed instead?” Blitz offered quietly.

“Y-You would willingly take your daughter’s place?” The figure asked.

“No! I won’t let you do this!” Loona cried.

“If I did, will you let her go?” Blitz asked.

“Yes…but you must stay here forever…” the figure said.

“Come into the light.” Blitz requested.

The creature sighed slowly as he stepped into the light of the moon. He was a very tall and massive bird monster with fangs and claws, piercing red eyes. Blitz was naturally terrified but he had to be brave for his girl.

“You have my word.” Blitz told him.

“Done.” He replied before going to unlock Loona.

Loona ran to her dad’s side. “Dad, please don’t do this. I won’t let you sacrifice yourself.” Loona begged.

“I’ll figure something out.” Blitz assured her, gasping when the monster grabbed her and took her to the courtyard. She was sent back to the village in a horseless carriage. By the time the creature returned, Blitz was distraught. “You bastard! You didn’t let me say goodbye!” He cried out.

For a brief moment, the creature looked awkward. Millie, hopping up on a nearby ledge, whispered to her master. “Give him a nicer room.” she suggested.

“Uh…follow me to your room.” He stated.

“W-What? Aren’t I your prisoner?” Blitz blinked.

“Would you prefer the tower?” He snarked.

“No–”

“Then follow me.” He replied.

Blitz soon was following the creature, his head low as he followed the monster. The monster was glancing between him and the halls ahead.

“Say something to him.” Millie whispered.

“I…hope you like it here.” He muttered. At Millie’s insistence, he continued. “The castle is yours so you are free to roam as you wish. Except the west wing.” He explained.

“What’s there?” Blitz asked.

“None of your business!” He snapped, growling a bit before he found a nice enough bedroom for Blitz to stay in. “If you need anything, my servants will attend to your needs.” He said.

“Ask him to dinner.” Millie hissed.

“Y-You will…join me for dinner! That’s not a request!” He stated before shutting the door behind Blitz.

Blitz gasped as he ran towards the window; there was a terrible blizzard outside. He could only hope that horseless carriage got Loona back to the village okay.

(...)

Everyone was in the nearby tavern on that cold winter night. They were drinking and being merry, enjoying this break from the snow. Well, almost everyone. Striker was in the corner, nursing a mug of beer and sulking.

“Who does that Blitz think he is? That imp has tangled with the wrong man.” Striker growled, chugging his beer.

“I say I say damn right!” Wally nodded, taking a shot.

“Disgraced…rejected…publicly humiliated. How can I recover from this?” Striker groaned.

“What are you talking about? Striker for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been one of the best guys I’ve ever known!” Wally reasoned.

“Yeah? Then why was I rejected by that minx of an imp?” Striker grumbled.

“That fool doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Wally stated as he turned to the patrons of the bar. “Come on y’all! Ain’t Striker the greatest?”

Striker couldn’t help but smile at the cheers and words of encouragement from his peers. Who’s to say he couldn’t win Blitz over? He was smart, good-looking, and one of the most badass fighters in town. He’d just have to try a different tactic.

“HELP! Someone help me!”

The tavern patrons turned to see Loona stumbling into the tavern looking worse for wear. She looked desperate for help. “Loona? What’s going on?” a random demon asked.

“He’s been taken! We’ve got to go save Blitz! He’s got him locked up!” Loona rambled.

“Whoa slow down little lady. Who’s got Blitz locked up?” Striker asked.

“A beast! A terrible beast in a large castle!” Loona stated, looking around for reassurance. But to her chagrin, they all began to snicker at her. “Don’t laugh at me fuckers! I’m being serious!” She snarled.

“Oh a beast, huh? Was he tall?” Loopty Goopty questioned.

“Enormous!” Loona replied.

“With large fangs?” Lyle Lipton grinned.

“Absolutely!” Loona nodded, looking pleadingly towards Wally and Striker. “Come on. We gotta go rescue him!”

“Sure we’ll help you out.” Striker smiled guiding Loona to the door with Wally following behind, giggling.

Loona was soon tossed out into the snow, everyone laughing at her.

“What a nutcase!” Lyle laughed.

“At least that’s one good thing the furry got from being adopted by that weirdo Blitz!” Loopty laughed.

Striker then got a wonderfully wicked idea. Blitz loved his daughter more than anything; he’d do anything to protect her. What if something were to…happen to Loona? Surely Blitz would consider marrying Striker if he didn’t want that to happen.

Loona looked up at the snowy sky, looking for some answers. “Won’t anyone help me?” She cried out.

(...)

While the room was quite lovely and beautiful, certainly more spacious than the cottage, but Blitz couldn’t help still feeling like a prisoner in a gilded cage. Did Loona make it back safely? What about their business?

“Gah! This sucks!” He moaned.

A knock at the door soon got him out of his funk. “Hey Ozzie here!”

Blitz wiped his eyes as he moved to open the door, shocked to see a living teapot hop into the room. “Oh shit the isolation insanity has already kicked in.” Blitz stated, backing into a living wardrobe.

“Hey easy on the finish. I just got myself polished.” Vortex teased, surprising the imp.

“I told ya he was handsome.” Fizz winked.

“Yeah yeah now go give him some tea already. And don’t spill.” Ozzie told the teacup.

“Uh…thanks.” Blitz smiled awkwardly as he took a sip. “Are all the staff living objects?” Blitz guessed.

“Yeah it’s kind of a long story.” Vortex sighed.

“But you were really brave to take your daughter’s place.” Ozzie assured him.

“Thanks…I’m just worried about her.” Blitz sighed.

“Don’t worry buddy. Things will work out.” Ozzie assured before gasping. “Oh shit! I gotta go help get dinner ready. Come on Fizz!”

“See ya!” Fizz called as they ran off.

“Well better get you ready for dinner.” Vortex smiled as he opened one of his drawers, pulling out a fancy suit for Blitz. “Aha! This’ll really knock Stolas’ socks off!”

“Stolas?” Blitz blinked.

“Oops. Uh, that's the master’s name.” Vortex replied sheepishly. “Well you better get dressed.”

“That’s a pretty dope suit but…I’m not going to dinner.” Blitz stated.

“B-But Stolas invited you.” Vortex reasoned. “Well I’m not exactly interested in having dinner with the guy that separated me from the one good thing in my life.” Blitz snarked.

A gentle knock at the door soon revealed Moxxie. “E-Excuse me. But dinner is ready.” Moxxie said shyly.

(...)

“How long does it take for an imp to put on dinner clothes? It isn’t that hard!” Stolas grumbled before looking up at Millie and Ozzie with a glare. “Why isn’t he here yet?!”

“You gotta give him a break. The guy lost his daughter and his freedom all in one day.” Ozzie retorted calmly.

“If I may be so bold, master, maybe he could be the one to break the spell since you and your ex were…incompatible?” Millie tried gently.

“Of course I know that! I’m no fool…” Stolas mumbled, skulking around.

“Excellent! You fall in love with him, he falls in love with you; we’ll be back to normal by midnight!” Millie cheered.

“I hate to break it to ya sweet-cheeks but love doesn’t work like that. That’s why I prefer matters more…physical in nature.” Ozzie grinned.

“What’s the point? He’s so beautiful and I’m…this.” Stolas sighed heavily.

“Sir you’re gonna have to show there’s more than just your beastly form.” Millie reasoned.

“And how am I supposed to do that?” Stolas snarked.

“Well, stand up straight and act like a gentleman for one.” Millie started.

“And give him that dick-hardening smile. Come on; let’s see that smile.” Ozzie grinned. Stolas tried to smile but it only made the teapot wince. “Okay that will make his dick retreat inward…”

“You gotta show your charms but be gentle.” Millie said delicately.

“Don’t be a wimp; show him what could be waiting in the bedroom if you win his heart.” Ozzie said.

“And you must control your temper!” They both warned.

The door opening gave Stolas the first glimmer of hope in a long time. But it was quickly dashed when it was only Moxxie.

“G-Greetings your highness…” Moxxie smiled awkwardly.

“Well? Where is he?” Stolas questioned.

“Huh? Oh right! Well uh he’s in the process of–seeing how he’s been through so much–oh fuck it. He’s not coming.” Moxxie stated.

“WHAT?!”

Stolas soon made his way up the stairs to Blitz’s room, furious his invitation was declined. The others followed behind, praying that he wouldn’t kill their new guest.

“I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER!” Stolas yelled.

“I’m not hungry, ya dick!” Blitz sounded through the door.

“Y-YOU COME OUT RIGHT NOW OR…I’LL BREAK THE DOOR DOWN!” Stolas threatened.

“Oh yeah, that’ll definitely get him to sleep with you.” Ozzie snarked, wincing as Millie elbowed him.

“I wouldn’t try threatening him like that. Be a gentleman.” Millie suggested.

“But he’s being so difficult!” Stolas hissed.

“Try asking nicely?” Moxxie offered.

“It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner…please.” Stolas grumbled.

“Up yours!” Blitz snapped.

“You can’t stay in there forever!” Stolas reasoned.

“Try me, bird boy!” Blitz retorted.

“FINE! Then go ahead and STARVE!” Stolas roared before looking at his servants. “If he doesn’t eat with me, then he doesn’t eat at all!” he growled before going off to sulk.

“Well that could’ve gone better…” Ozzie scoffed.

“Millie please watch over the door to make sure Blitz doesn’t go running off.” Moxxie requested before moving towards the kitchen. “We’ve got a mess to clean up…”

“What do you mean we? I don’t have hands.” Ozzie replied, following the irate clock.

(...)

“I ask nicely and he says no! What does he want from me? To beg?!” Stolas questioned before looking at his magic mirror. “Show me the imp!”

‘Ya know he isn’t all bad. He’s just…had a rough few years.’ Vortex tried to explain lamely.

‘And that excuses him for being a dick? I don’t wanna get to know him!’ Blitz reasoned.

For a brief moment, the former prince’s humanity so-to-speak began to shine through. “Just as I feared. He’ll never see me as more than a monster…” He whispered sadly, looking to a nearby book.

“I’m sorry, my starfire…”

(...)

Blitz waited until he was sure no one was outside of his room before sneaking out. He might’ve talked big but he was getting pretty hungry. Being upset could work up an appetite. It didn’t take too long to see an annoyed feminine sounding stove complaining.

“I spend hours and hours cooking and it goes to the dogs? What kind of justice is that?!” Mrs. Mayberry complained.

“Oh quit whining. It’s been a rough night for all of us. If we’re gonna get these two together, we gotta try to at least get them talking.” Millie reasoned.

“Maybe if I spike their drinks, they’ll fuck on the spot.” Ozzie suggested.

“We need them to fall in love, not screw like rabbits!” Moxxie retorted.

“What about rabbits?” Blitz blinked, peeking his head into the kitchen.

“Oh! Hi there! I’m Millie!” Millie greeted brightly as she hopped towards the surprised imp. “This is my husband, Moxxie.” she introduced.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to properly make myself known earlier but I had my job.” Moxxie laughed weakly.

“Is Stolas always like that?” Blitz wondered.

“A dick? Well it isn’t all his fault. If his bitch of an ex-wife left him alone, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Ozzie snarked.

“A bad ex? I hear that.” Blitz nodded, blushing as his stomach rumbled. “Sorry…”

“Not at all dearie! How about I whip up something real nice?” Mrs. Mayberry smiled.

“Wait a second! He’s not supposed to eat without Stolas–” Moxxie tried as Millie bapped him on the nose.

“Moxxie have a heart! We don’t want him to starve.” Millie reasoned.

“Fine but please keep it down.” Moxxie begged.

Soon enough, Blitz was laughing and enjoying himself getting to know the living object servants. If he was going to be in this crazy situation, he might as well enjoy himself at least a little. Even Moxxie was easing up a bit.

“You guys are great!” Blitz told them as he gnawed on a piece of meat. “Seriously, if you weren’t completely flammable, I’d totally hire you to work at my bakery.”

“You have a bakery?” Moxxie blinked.

“Oh yeah. Loona and I run it together. She’s pretty great with customers and deliveries and I do the actual baking in the back.” Blitz explained with a smile before looking down at his drink. “I’ve been teaching her to bake a bit more. She’s got a lot of potential and…I was really hoping I’d see her off in taking over or going off and doing her own thing…” he whispered, wiping at his eyes.

“Aw it’s alright.” Millie soothed, patting the imp’s arm.

“Sorry. She’s just the most important person in the world to me.” Blitz sighed, trying to shake off his feelings. “Hey you guys have lived here a while. What’s the rest of this joint like?”

“Ooh! I can give you a tour!” Moxxie offered before puffing his chest out proudly. “I know this castle like the back of my hand!”

Ozzie had to get to bed with Fizz so it was just Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie on this impromptu tour. For as dry as Moxxie’s explanations were about what everything was and the history behind it, the long-horned imp had to admit this was one of the most impressive places he had ever been in.

But as they were walking and talking, something caught the imp’s eye.

“Hey Mox? What’s up there?” Blitz wondered.

Millie and Moxxie flinched as they moved to block Blitz. “Uh nothing! Nothing of interest!” Millie laughed nervously. “Yes! Absolutely nothing in the west wing.” Moxxie reasoned before covering his mouth.

“Ah so that’s the west wing.” Blitz grinned mischievously.

“Trust me there is nothing of note there.” Millie reasoned.

“Then Stolas shouldn’t mind if I go take a quick peek.” Blitz said as he started to move up the stairs.

“Uh what about the tour? We still have so many more rooms to check out!” Moxxie stated.

“Maybe later.” Blitz said absentmindedly.

“We have a gorgeous library! Beautiful gardens! And a lovely stable!” Millie listed off.

“Did you say stable?” Blitz smiled eagerly. “Does bird boy have horses?”

“Oh yes! All sorts of horses!” Moxxie nodded, glad they could divert his attention. “Arabian, Friesian, Mustang!” he listed off.

“There’s nothing like a good horse!” Millie agreed as she and Moxxie led the way to the back part of the castle. Blitz made sure they were enough of a distance away before making his way towards the west wing.

Unlike the rest of the castle, which was fairly well-kempt if slightly dusty, the west wing was a mess of slashed curtains and broken furniture. He was starting to get nervous but he pressed on; he had to know what kind of things his captor was keeping secret.

Blitz soon reached Stolas’ bedroom as he carefully opened the door. This looked even worse as there were broken furniture, slashed paintings, and black feathers on the ground. The only thing that looked well cared for was a book on a nearby table.

“Huh. That’s weird…” he mused, picking it up and opening to where it was marked off. Inside he saw an illustration of a young owl girl. “Heh. That’s pretty good. Did he draw her?” Blitz wondered aloud.

No but my dad is good in other areas.

Blitz gasped, nearly dropping the book. “D-Did you just move?!”

Most of the furniture in this place moves and this is the weird thing for you?

“Well I’ve never talked to a book before.” Blitz reasoned, placing it down. “Wait…you said ‘dad’ before. Is Stolas your dad?”

Yes…we weren’t always like this. He was much happier and…didn’t look like that.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Blitz asked.

Before the illustration could say anything, she pointed behind Blitz. Dad no!

Blitz turned and saw a shocked Stolas staring at him before snatching the book away, he looked towards the pages where his daughter was trapped before glaring at him. “What are you doing here?” He questioned lowly.

“I-I’m sorry…” Blitz tried, backing up.

“You are forbidden from coming into this part of the castle! I told you this!” Stolas yelled, smashing a nearby table.

“Please stop!” Blitz begged.

“GET OUT!” Stolas screamed.

Blitz quickly made his way from Stolas’ room and ran down the stairs and to the main entrance in fear. “Fuck this! I’m out of here!” he panted, running out into the snowy storm. He hopped onto Spindle’s back and began riding into the night.

Unbeknownst to him, the wolves that had chased Loona were just waiting for their moment to catch their prey. Blitz had Spindle run from the path to avoid the beasts. Unfortunately, they were able to catch him and circle the duo. Spindle was trying to scare off the wolves but he was being overwhelmed.

Blitz managed to grab a big stick to try and fight them off himself but they were getting too numerous. He thought he was done for.

Suddenly Stolas flew into the frey, scaring a few of the wolves away and fighting off the rest but he was still wounded badly. Stolas gave Blitz a brief look before passing out. Blitz was tempted to just leave but…he couldn’t leave him like this. He hauled him onto Spindle’s back and took him back to the castle.

Stolas had woken up not too long afterwards and was nipping at his wound.

“Come on, don't do that.” Blitz reasoned, only getting a growl in return. But the daughter in his book, who had been brought down by the servants, gave her father a stern look so he held still.

“This hurts!” Stolas whined.

“Well if ya didn’t squirm so much maybe it wouldn’t hurt!” Blitz retorted.

“If you hadn’t run away, this wouldn’t have happened!” Stolas reasoned with a smirk.

“Well ya shouldn’t have scared me and told me to leave you idiot!” Blitz snapped.

Stolas opened his mouth, trying to think of a reasonable argument. “Well you shouldn’t have been in the west wing!”

“Well you need to control your temper better!” Blitz scolded.

The others were shocked, surprised that anyone would stand up to Stolas like that. In recent years his temper wasn’t as even as it once was but Blitz was breaking through his shell. Octavia was the first to notice this and smiled knowingly.

“Uh…thanks for saving my life, by the way.” Blitz mumbled as he started to wrap up Stolas’ wing.

“Y-You’re welcome…” Stolas replied.

(...)

While Blitz and Stolas were slowly starting to open up to each other, Striker and Wally were meeting with someone that could make their plans possible.

“You two better have a good reason for waking me up from my beauty sleep.” Verosika grumbled. Striker merely smirked as he tossed a bag of gold onto the table, catching her interest. “Well now I’m listening.” She smiled, looking at the gold.

“I’ve got a problem with Blitz. He refuses to marry me and his daughter was in the tavern earlier, raving about some beast in a castle somewhere.” Striker explained.

“Yeah! He turned him down flat!” Wally laughed.

Striker merely bonked Wally before turning back to Verosika. “I know your history with Blitz. Surely you’d want to see him fucked over, right?”

“Honestly with my own business, I have better things to do than waste my time with that prick.” Verosika grumbled.

“Hey I feel ya, princess. Blitz can be dumb but one of his few known ‘redeeming’ qualities is his love for his daughter. I find it interesting he’s had her working for him at his little bakery and not giving her a proper education or whatever. Doesn’t seem to make him a decent parent does it?” Striker reasoned before grinning. “If you were to take Loona away, Blitz would do anything to get her back.”

“Even marry him!” Wally grinned.

“Shut it!” Striker snapped.

“So you want me to lock Loona away as blackmail? Oh that is horrible…” She said before giving off a terrible smile. “I love it!”

Meanwhile, Loona was packing up supplies to try and get her father back. “I-I made my way to that castle before; I can make it there again. And I’ll bring dad home!” she declared before running off into the night.

Fortunately for her, she had just missed the evil trio that were coming up to hers and Blitz’s house. Striker was annoyed but had a feeling they’d be back eventually so he had Wally stay put, reasoning they’d have to come back at some point.

(...)

The next morning, Blitz was wandering through the castle grounds with Spindle, enjoying a peaceful walk. Stolas was watching from nearby, a warm feeling in his chest.

“I’ve never felt this way before…I want to do something for him. But what?” He mumbled.

“Flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep?” Moxxie listed off.

“I think I have a better idea.” Millie smiled.

It took a bit of convincing from his servants and daughter but Stolas had Blitz follow him to an untouched part of the grounds. “I have something I want to show you. But you need to close your eyes.” Stolas said gently.

Blitz was a little skeptical but did as he was told, amused as Stolas led him to what he thought was the best place in the castle. “Can I open my eyes?”

“Yes.” Stolas smiled.

Blitz opened his eyes and gasped in awe. It was a gorgeous stable with so many horses trotting around and playing and nuzzling. “T-They’re beautiful!” he gushed.

“You like it?” Stolas smiled.

“I love it!” Blitz grinned.

“Then it’s yours. And your Spindle is more than happy to come and go as he wishes.” Stolas told him.

“Thank you!” Blitz gushed.

Soon enough, the strange duo were starting to actually spend more time with each other, Stolas even regaining some of his more princely qualities and Blitz could see he wasn’t that much of an asshole after all. He was pretty sweet, if a bit goofy.

The servants were overjoyed at how happy Stolas was and Octavia was relieved her father could open up his heart once more.

Soon enough, the servants and Stolas were planning for a special date night with Blitz. Stolas was getting bathed for the first time in a while as Millie was giving him last minute advice.

“I don’t know if I can do this…” Stolas confessed.

“Come on, you've made so much progress! You gotta be bold and daring!” Millie encouraged.

“Yes…I care for him deeply.” Stolas admitted.

Then tell him, dad.

Moxxie soon arrived in the room, announcing that Blitz was ready for him. “Good luck, sir.” he smiled.

The two soon met on the stairway, enchanted by how the other looked. Blitz had such a natural beauty to him and Stolas really cleaned up nicely. After a simple dinner, they made their way to the ballroom.

Stolas was a bit nervous but Blitz held him in his arms and started to lead the dance. He had never really danced with anyone like this before but it felt…nice. Stolas’ feathers were puffed up in pure joy, finally feeling like himself again.

When the dance was over, the two made their way on the balcony for a private talk. “Blitz? Are you…happy here with me?” Stolas asked shyly.

“Hell yeah.” Blitz smiled before looking away. “I guess…I just miss Loona.”

Stolas soon got an idea. He brought Blitz up to his room to show him something special. “This is a magic mirror that can show you anything and anyone. All you need to do is ask.” Stolas explained.

Blitz carefully took it. “Please…show me my daughter,” he requested. The mirror flashed and saw Loona lost in the woods, looking very cold and sick. “Loona! Oh shit! What if she dies out there?!” Blitz fretted.

“Y-You…you must go to her.” Stolas said quietly.

“What?” Blitz blinked.

“You are no longer my prisoner. She needs you.” Stolas reasoned. Blitz nodded, beginning to hand the mirror back before Stolas stopped him. “Take it…so you can look back.” Stolas smiled sadly.

Blitz looked towards the door before hugging Stolas. “Thank you for understanding…” he whispered before dashing off.

Stolas looked sadly towards the door before moving to the balcony, a sad song escaping his beak.

I was the one who had it all

I was the master of my fate

I never needed anybody in my life

I learned the truth too late

I'll never shake away the pain

I close my eyes but he's still there

I let him steal into my melancholy heart

It's more than I can bear

Now I know he'll never leave me

Even as he runs away

He will still torment me

Calm me, hurt me

Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door

I'll fool myself, he'll walk right in

And be with me for evermore

I rage against the trials of love

I curse the fading of the light

Though he's already flown so far beyond my reach

He's never out of sight

Now I know he'll never leave me

Even as he fades from view

He will still inspire me

Be a part of everything I do

Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door

I'll fool myself, he'll walk right in

And as the long, long nights begin

I'll think of all that might have been

Waiting here for evermore

(...)

Loona awoke at home, surprised to see her father caring for her. “Dad? Is that you?” Loona coughed.

“Shh…just rest.” Blitz said gently.

“How did you escape the beast?” Loona wondered, carefully sitting up.

“He let me go.” Blitz smiled fondly. “He’s not such a bad guy once you get to know him.”

The two were surprised when they heard a thumping in Blitz’s bag. “Ta-da!” Fizz greeted.

“Fizz? You stowed away?” Blitz blinked.

“Ah, our little friend.” Loona giggled.

“Why’d you leave? Don’t ya like us?” Fizz asked.

“Of course I do. I needed to rescue my daughter. She’s important like Stolas is.” Blitz explained.

A firm knock at the door caught the attention of everyone. Blitz decided to answer it, knowing Loona wasn’t in any condition to move right now.

“Verosika? The fuck do you want?” Blitz frowned.

“I’m not here for you. I’m here on official business. Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take some pleasure in this.” She smirked, gesturing to a nearby carriage.

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Blitz growled.

“You are not fit to be a parent to Loona. And with her ravings about a ‘monster’, she obviously isn’t in her right of mind.” Verosika said smugly.

“I know what I saw!” Loona snapped, moving in front of her father.

“Ha! You should’ve seen her!” Wally laughed as he mockingly grinned at Loona. “Tell us all about the monster you saw!”

“H-He was huge! Had black feathers and piercing red eyes!” Loona explained, wincing as the nearby crowd laughed at her before grabbing her and taking her into the carriage.

“No! I know you’re still pissed at me but please don’t take Loona away!” Blitz begged.

“Real shame about your daughter.” Striker tsked, moving out of the shadows. “You know, I could probably tell them to back off.”

“You would? You know she’s not crazy, right?” Blitz replied.

“Of course. But first…you have to marry me.” Striker smiled.

“What?!” Blitz gasped.

“One little word and that’s all it takes.” Striker assured him, moving in close.

“Never!” Blitz snapped.

“Fine! See if you ever see her again!” Striker hissed.

Loona was doing her best to fight off the mob but she was getting overwhelmed. Blitz knew this might be stupid but he had to risk it. “My daughter is not crazy and I can prove it!” Blitz declared, showing the mirror and the wailing beast inside of it.

“Is it dangerous?”

“Look at the hideous creature!”

“He’s not so bad. He’s really nice and sweet…he’s my friend.” Blitz explained.

“Sounds to me like you have feelings for this monster.” Striker frowned.

“He’s not the monster; you are!” Blitz snapped.

Striker snatched the mirror from the smaller imp, riling the crowd up. “You see what this beast has done?! He’s driven two of our people to insanity! He’ll come after the rest of us next! Will we allow it?!” he questioned.

“NO!”

“Let’s go kill the beast!” he declared.

The citizens shoved Blitz and Loona into the basement of their home as they made their way to the castle. They were out for blood and wouldn’t stop until Stolas was dead.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!” Blitz cursed as he pounded on the door. “This is all my fault…”

Loona hugged her dad to try and calm him down. “We’ll figure something out.”

Fizz, who had spotted everything from upstairs, decided to try and help. “Come on…you might be a teacup…but you’re still an acrobat!” He whispered, trying to maneuver himself outside to smash the door open. He was lucky a nearby ax was able to split the lock.

“Fizz! You genius!” Blitz grinned.

The trio didn’t have much time, as they rode their way to follow the mob. They had to save Stolas no matter what.

(...)

“I knew we shouldn’t have gotten our hopes up.” Moxxie grumbled.

“I’m sure there’s a reason why he left.” Millie tried.

“Maybe he shouldn’t have come after all.” Ozzie grumbled.

Octavia, who had been trying to reason with herself about why her father would let Blitz go, saw  the commotion outside and brought it to their attention.

“Intruders! And they have the mirror!” Moxxie gasped.

“We have to warn the master! Defend this castle with your lives!” Millie declared.

While the servants were trying to protect their home and Striker and his cronies were trying to break in, Ozzie moved to warn Stolas.

“Uh sir?” Ozzie tried.

“Leave me alone…” Stolas whispered.

“B-But we’re being attacked! What should we do?!” the teapot questioned.

“It doesn’t matter now…just let them come…” Stolas moaned.

Ozzie frowned, deciding he’d rather fight than give up.

The invaders broke into the castle but were surprised when they didn’t find anything aside from some old junk laying around. They entered cautiously, suspicious there could be a trap.

“Gotta say, the beast has terrible design sense.” Wally sneered, looking at the candelabra. “This thing is ugly.”

“Excuse you?! That is my wife! ATTACK!” Moxxie snapped.

Soon enough, the mob was having the strangest battle with living objects. They were getting the crap beaten out of them but Striker had managed to slip past the chaos. He could let the others deal with fighting junk.

The beast was his kill.

(...)

Stolas briefly saw the mob entering the castle but it didn’t matter to him anymore. The one true love he finally found was gone forever. He along with everyone else would soon be stuck like this forever.

Striker slipped through the door, briefly catching Stolas’ attention as he aimed a bow and arrow at him. The owl beast could only look at him sadly before glancing back to the window. Striker grinned as he fired, causing the monster to yell out in pain. He then tackled the owl out the window, laughing loudly.

“Get up and FIGHT you pile of feathers!” Striker sneered.

Stolas could only whimper as Striker beat him down.

“THIS is the beast?! Pathetic!” Striker cackled madly, kicking Stolas across the roof. “You think YOU can win Blitzy’s heart?! Look at you! You’re just a pompous prince!”

Stolas had no will to fight; Blitz was gone and his friends and daughter were trapped in a living hell…why fight fate?

“I’m sorry Octavia…” Stolas whispered quietly.

“STOLAS!”

Stolas looked down, seeing Blitz had returned with his daughter. He found her…yet he still came back?

“Blitz?” Stolas whispered.

“STRIKER! DON’T YOU HURT HIM!” Blitz yelled as he ran towards the castle, Striker’s mob running out from getting their asses whooped by Stolas’ servants.

“Tch! Guess I’ll need to find a better lock for him…” Striker grumbled, grabbing a piece of stonework to smash Stolas’ head in.

Unfortunately for Striker, Stolas had gained the willpower to fight back and shove Striker away before running to escape. Striker stumbled a bit before catching himself, grinning madly.

“Heh. Now he’s got some fight…this’ll make a much more satisfying kill.” He chuckled darkly.

(...)

“You came back?!” Moxxie gasped.

“I knew ya would!” Millie cheered.

“I’ve gotta go help Stolas. Loonie, make sure everyone’s okay.” Blitz told her.

“Right.” Loona nodded as Fizz hopped over to Ozzie.

“I saved ‘em! You should’ve seen me!” Fizz grinned.

“That’s my Fizzy!” Ozzie said proudly.

Blitz smiled at the weird group fondly before running up the stairs. He hoped he wasn’t too late.

(...)

Stolas managed to climb around the roof, dodging Striker’s blows with the stonework. He wasn’t going to let this monster take him down.

“Were you in love with him, beast?!” Striker taunted, smashing the gargoyles on the castle roof. “I know your type! Rich boy thinks he can take what he wants with no consequences…” he ranted.

Stolas, hiding amongst the stones, growled at him.

“Do you honestly think he’d love YOU when he had someone like me?!” Striker screamed, smashing whatever he saw. “It’s over, beast! BLITZ IS MINE!”

The imp-hybrid glanced around, wondering where the beast went before Stolas attacked, shoving him away before grabbing him by the neck, ready to drop him.

“L-Let me go! Let me go! Don’t hurt me, please!” Striker begged.

Stolas glared at the smaller man, his feelings for Blitz overwhelming his rage and anger. He pulled him back onto the safety of the roof before staring deep into his eyes.

“Get out…” Stolas ordered before shoving him down.

“Stolas!”

Stolas looked up, seeing Blitz on a balcony. “Blitz…” Stolas smiled as he climbed up to him. “You came back…”

Blitz smiled as he gently caressed his feathers, Stolas doing the same with his horns. Their happy reunion was cut short when the owl prince let out a terrible scream.

Striker had stabbed him in the side, ready to attack his heart when he lost his balance, falling to his death. His scream echoing across the castle.

Blitz managed to pull Stolas onto the balcony, gasping in horror as he saw the deep wound.

“Y-You…you came back…” Stolas gasped, his breathing shallow.

“Of course I did…I could never–this is all my fault…” Blitz sobbed. “If I got here faster, you wouldn’t be–”

“Perhaps…it’s better this way…” Stolas whispered.

“D-Don’t talk like that ya jerk…y-you’re gonna be okay.” Blitz sniffled. “I’m here with you…I’m not going anywhere…we can be together…”

“At least…I got to see you…one last time…” Stolas said softly, caressing Blitz’s face before falling limp.

The living object and Loona holding Octavia’s book looked on sadly as their master perished.

“No…NO! Please don’t leave me, Stolas! I love you…” Blitz begged, a tear falling down his face.

Rain fell as Blitz sobbed over his beloved’s body, the servants quietly weeping. Even Loona, who had been terrified and angry at the beast for taking her father, couldn’t help but feel sorrow for Blitz losing someone he loved so dearly.

Just then, the book in her hands began to glow.

“What the hell?” Loona blinked as she felt the book in her hands moving on its own, releasing a brilliant bright light. Bright lights soon began to surround Stolas’ body, lifting him up in the air as Blitz watched in awe.

A young owl girl soon rose out from the book while the beast slowly started to return to what he once was. His coarse feathers shrinking down to smoother ones, his wings forming back into hands, and his face becoming less fierce.

Stolas and the owl girl were soon lowered to the ground, looking very confused. Once they saw each other, they embraced while sobbing happily.

“Octavia! My wonderful Octavia!” Stolas cried as he hugged his daughter close.

“Dad! I-I thought I’d never see you like this again!” Octavia sniffled as she felt her father running his fingers through her feathers.

“S-Stolas?” Blitz gasped.

Stolas briefly let go of his child, smiling brilliantly at the imp. “Hello Blitz…I…I hope you aren’t disappointed.” Stolas said quietly as he took his hands.

Blitz looked down at his hands before looking up at Stolas, launching at him with a big kiss, embracing him tightly. “Does that answer your question?” Blitz retorted as Stolas giggled.

Soon enough, the castle was restored to its former glory. The living objects returned to normal, overjoyed that they were normal once more.

“Moxxie!” Millie laughed, embracing her husband without worry of burning him. Moxxie was so overjoyed that he dipped his wife, kissing her deeply.

“Oh man…I’m gonna be working out the kinks in my back for a while.” Vortex joked before looking at Loona. “Hi there.”

“H-Hey…” Loona smiled sheepishly.

“OZZIE!” Fizz yelled, jumping into his lover’s arms before peppering him with kisses.

“Oh my Fizzy!” Ozzie grinned, hugging his beloved close.

(...)

Much later, a ball was put on in celebration of Stolas and Octavia’s return. Many of the villagers that had been a victim of Stella’s curse were invited to the castle, clearer in minds and hearts.

Millie had taken Moxxie to catch up with her many siblings and parents while Fizz and Ozzie joyfully danced together. Loona was chatting with Vortex and Octavia, curious about this whole ordeal that they had gone through. Old friends and loved ones were reuniting, relief and joy spreading throughout the whole castle.

The only one that didn’t seem too happy was Wally.

“I say I say…these fancy-schmancy parties suck.” Wally grumbled as he nursed a drink.

A green shark demon soon sat next to him, holding a red rose. “Hey there, handsome. What’s your name?” he grinned.

Wally looked the demon up and down before smiling, taking the flower. “I say I say, name’s Wally Wackford. And who might you be?” He wondered.

“Chazwick Thurman. But you can call me Chaz.” Chaz winked.

“I do declare, Chaz, that the dancefloor is calling our name.” Wally giggled, placing the flower in his pocket before guiding the taller demon to dance.

Meanwhile, Blitz and Stolas were dancing in sheer bliss. Two souls brought together; one finding the humanity he once lost. The other found something they didn’t even know they were missing.

“Blitz…thank you.” Stolas whispered as he twirled him around.

“For what?” Blitz wondered.

“I thought, after losing my daughter in that book, I had to shut myself away. But you…you saved not only my daughter and myself but my entire castle of staff. Just by being you.” Stolas explained.

“Well…I was a bit ticked about being a prisoner of a prince. I thought you royals were all boring stuff shirts. But seeing how you cared for your kid…it made me see you weren’t just a prince but a dad. And being a good dad is a great turn-on.” Blitz grinned.

Stolas blushed before giggling, holding Blitz close as he kissed him once more.

Certain as the sun~

Rising in the east~

Tale as old as time~

Song as old as rhyme~

Beauty and the Beast~

Tale as old as time!

Song as old as rhyme!

Beauty and the Beast!

[The End]