#mc: elena

[stephschoices]

Having big Theo x mc thoughts at 3am, had to draw something fast 🥰🥰 @disenchantedif

[rosestarlightkatarina]

Someone must do this

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[maxity666]

RL MEME DUMP IS BACK BABY

@weirdway-jester this is for u

Some of these memes don't make sense cause they have my own headcanons in mind, but what I will say is I HC Angie as nonbinary :D also that shes smarter than she lets on and she uses this to troll people

[thegoodending-thelasttime]

a few RL memes

the battle Mc's referring to is miranda

[elenagoeslightly]

The sun is slowly disappearing from view, the sky a soft orange surrounded by blue.

He regrets leaving.

He regrets leaving, and this is why he’s coming back to Vesuvia, tail between his legs and flowers in his hands.

You see, this is the first time he saw this kind of flowers and their uniqueness made him think of you.

He hides his face in them, blushing.

The pumpkin bread is still hot in his bag, he knows how much you like it when it’s still warm.

Oh, how much he misses you and how he hates fighting with you.

Especially when you are right, and you are.

He admires your courage, your will to be there for the less fortunate, he adores your strength, he-

Asra cannot bear the thought of something happening to you.

He cannot bear it, but he can’t stop you either, so he ran.

You screamed at him that it is what he does best, and how could he blame you?

That’s what he always did, every time his feelings were going to spill out of him, his heart too small to contain them, he ran away.

Faust snuzzle his cheek, and he lightly scratches her chin.

She misses you, too.

He wanted to tell you, he did, but he could never find the right moment; he used to fantasize, to imagine the two of you on an endless stream of adventure, but then-

What if you didn’t want him?

What if you cared for him as a friend, when he-

When he loves you so much.

But this, this was going to end now.

Asra squares his shoulders, moves his hair out of his eyes; he will tell you, he will tell you that he loves you, tell you that he will be there for you even if you don't love him back, his heart is big enough for the both of you and if he has to look as you find your happiness elsewhere, with somebody else, he will.

He grips the flowers when the shop enters his vision, but suddenly-

His stomach drops as he walks faster, twist the knob to enter and you aren’t there.

He breathes, calms himself.

Surely you are at the palace, helping Julian find a cure, ever so selfless.

So he keeps on walking, ignores the way his skin is covered in goosebumps, the way his throat is dry, no matter how many times he tries to swallow.

Of course, everyone at the palace knows who he is, so he enters quickly, his breathing labored.

He sees a dark figure with red hair bent over a desk and his knuckles hurt, the flowers bending.

“Julian, long time no see.” He says, wills his face to smile.

“I was searching for-”

“Don’t.” Julian answers, covering his face in his hands.

“Don’t?” he repeats, his heart running in his chest, eyes wide; he doesn't recognize the uncontrolled edge in his own voice.

“I am sorry, you know that I am sorry! I’d do anything Asra, anything!”

The flowers hit the ground the moment Asra’s hands grip Julian’s clothes, their faces inches apart.

“What are you saying?” he demands, he pleas, and Julian tries to hide his face again.

“The boat went to the Lazaret a week ago. It’s too late.”

No.

No,no,no,no,no,no-

Julian’s body hits the ground while Asra runs, runs down the stairs, runs and keeps running even as his knees hit the ground, time and time again.

This isn't happening, you aren't gone because he would have known, he would have felt it deep inside his chest and his bones and his lungs, he just needs to find you and you will be there, waiting for him with that smile that makes him want to live and stay and be back for dinner because you are his home, his family, the only thing that makes sense to him.

He runs to the first boat he sees and begs the driver to take him to the Lazaret, begs him and gives him everything that he has, empties his pockets of all his little trinkets, begs until his voice is hoarse.

The boast goes on slowly and Asra grips the wood with all his might and the moment he knows that the water is shallow enough he jumps and he can sense you, you are here, in this gloomy place, you hate places like this, you hate them and you shouldn’t be here and once when he finds he’ll take you away, he’ll bring you home and he will never go away again, to without you, he will promise you this, he will kiss and cry and promise and he will-

Asra takes a step back, and then another, his head shaking violently because how can he feel like you are right in front of him when you aren’t there-

He drops to his knees.

His fingers hit the sand before he can think about it, he digs and digs and digs and his eyes are so full of tears that he can barely see, the sand moves with shades of red until he finds something, something white and curved and the sand is darker and its almost grey and the smell of burned flesh fills his lungs and the taste of acid covers his tongue as he folds, his face in the ashes of what he loves the most.

He didn't even notice how he kept screaming your name, now barely a whisper.

Asra looks at his hands, at the blood and the ash and the bones-

This will not end here.

His hands close around the ashes, around the sand, trying to hold you to his chest.

This isn’t the end; his eyes are wide open.

He will bring you back.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

i love you feyre archeron, i love you nesta archeron, i love you elena gilbert, i love you princess bloom of domino, i love you briana irene matthews, i love you izuku midoriya, i love you yuji itadori, i love you wu zetian, i love you tanjiro kamado, i love you alina starkov, i love you percy jackson, i love you the baudelaires, i love you nikki maxwell, i love you twilight sparkle, i love you avatar korra, i love you merlin, i love you barry allen, i love you main characters

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

The Show’s Over..

(A/N- IT’S MY ULTIMATE REVEAL @oneginn and @isas-bathbombs, I AM THE ⚔️ ANON. For real though, I had fun sending those asks to y’all)

RL! Cassandra Dimitrescu x FEM! Reader

(Warning: Angst, swearing, implied NSFW but no details, betrayal, fighting, blood, and death)

Now playing: “Love is Gone” by SLANDER

Cassandra Dimitrescu, the middle sibling of the three sisters, the famous resident playgirl of Miranda’s All Girls University. Never thought she would find true love, let alone someone actually loving her for who she is. She accepted the fact that no one could love her for her, but that all changed when you came along.

You were special, you never went after her fame or wealth. You loved her, or at least that’s what Cassandra always thought. The thing is..before you started dating her she slept with your best friend and played her. Leaving your dear best friend heartbroken.

You still remember that night. The night where your best friend called you frantically over the phone sobbing, explaining everything. The sound of the sorrowful voice on the other line infuriated you. You couldn’t even fathom how anyone could hurt someone like that, and just for the hell of it?

That same exact night, you silently decided that you will get vengeance for your best friend’s shattered heart. As many different ideas of sweet revenge went through your mind, you came up with your plan. You were going to get close to Cassandra and get into a relationship with her, then when she’s in her most vulnerable moment rip the “sweet” relationship away from her.

....

Today marks the five month anniversary of you and Cassandra’s relationship and y’all spent the day together, of course the day ended with you two having sex and afterwards sleeping in each other’s arms. Though usually Cassandra doesn’t sleep because of her reoccurring nightmares, so she just watches you sleep while smiling to herself thinking of how lucky she is.

She was so comfortable though, even more comfortable than usual. So consequently sleep consumed her, it only took a couple minutes until the dreadful nightmares appeared again.

Ever since she started dating you the nightmares have been about the same topics; you using her for money and fame or you suddenly abandoning her. Cassandra never told you what those reoccurring nightmares were about, her pride is too strong. So usually she just suffered in silence, dealing with the sadness and insecurities alone.

But things were different this time. The current nightmare that consumed her was by far the worst she’s ever experienced. Her eyes shot open, she wanted to scream but couldn’t; the anxiety gripping at her throat and tensing up her muscles. Cassandra closed her eyes and tried to do some breathing techniques to relax herself, being mindful to not wake you up.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed. It was you. Cassandra’s heart races a tad bit more due to the startled feeling, which didn’t last for more than a few seconds. She sits up and goes next to you, grabbing your hand tightly.

“Nightmare?” You guessed, fighting a smile from forming and messing up your concerned facade.

“Yeah.” Cassandra responded, putting her head on your shoulder.

“I would ask if you’d like to talk about it but-”

“I do. I wanna talk about it, I can’t hold this in anymore.” She suddenly confessed, a few small tears forming in her eyes as she felt the weight of her held in emotions weighing down on her.

“Oh- that’s surprising, well, go ahead I’m all ears.” You said, wrapping your arm around her.

Cassandra breathes in for a moment, she hesitates to tell you but after feeling your hand squeeze her arm reassuringly that was enough for her to talk. “Y’know before I met you, everyone that I slept with wanted me for only my looks, fame, money, you name it. Like being rich and famous is cool and all but it’s so damn exhausting sometimes.” Cassandra voice wavered and cracked, a few tears falling from her eyes.

“Oh..” is all you can manage to say. Damn you didn’t expect to feel sorry for her. Did your best friend really use her? No it can’t be- was your caring best friend really like that? Suddenly the original intention of vengeance disappeared and conflicting feelings overwhelmed your brain.

A part of you felt bad for your best friend getting their heart broke..but did you really know them? The sudden disappearance of vengeance felt weird and confusing since you were so accustomed to the feeling by now.

Your complex thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your chest. “Let’s go on a date, it’s our five month anniversary after all.” Cassandra said as if nothing ever happened.

You blink twice as you looked at her in shocked, “Uhh- it’s technically the next day..it’s midnight.”

“And? I can still take you on dates whenever I want.” Cassandra declared, sitting up straight before getting up from the soft sheets of the bed. “So what do you say my dear?”

You chuckle lightly at Cassandra’s dramatic mannerisms, watching as she already started getting ready, “Sure since you already decided for me.”

“Oh you know you can’t say no to me.”

....

You arrived at the same coffee shop that you two usually go to. Not that you minded, you really don’t need anymore chaos to flood your thoughts. When you walked in Elena was there at the counter, looking at the both of you with her usual blank expression.

Cassandra waves at her before turning to you, “Go find us a seat pretty girl, I’ll order for us. You want your usual right?”

“Yeah the usual, I’ll be over there.” You pointed to the corner of the shop before walking there to have a seat. Looking around you noticed that there was no customers besides y’all, understandable considering how late it was. It was peaceful.

You see Cassandra from afar, talking and paying for the order before walking off to the restroom. You played with the sleeve of your (Cassandra’s) sweater while you waited. Just then you hear the sound of the door bell jingle, quietly signifying that someone has entered the shop. Looking up in curiosity you saw the one person that you didn’t want to see, at least not until you got your emotions all sorted out.

Unfortunately they saw you and walked over smiling, looking to start an unwanted conversation “Hey I didn’t expect you to be here at this hour, what’s up?”

“Uhh I wasn’t able to sleep so-” you lied, they nodded their head in acknowledgment before examining you for a second and their expression changed.

“Wh- why do you have Cassandra’s sweater on?”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment. A ironically loud silence. Clearing your throat, trying to think of some excuse. Two hands suddenly grabbed your shirt and yanked you outta your seat, now standing toe to toe against your best friend. They look at you with eyes filled with betrayal and rage.

“I see now, so this is the real you? A two-bit slut that would fuck anyone if given the opportunity.” They said with hostility in their voice.

At this point you had no choice but to tell the truth about the whole vengeance plan. As you open your mouth to speak you gasp at the sudden pain right on your lower stomach. The blood splattered on the floor, luckily the wound wasn’t deep enough to hit your organs but it sure as hell did some damage to your stomach fat protecting that vital organ.

Adrenaline course through your veins causing the pain to become no more, but you just stood in place due to the amount of shock you’re enduring. You step back just to fall and land on your back to the advantage of your now ex best friend.

Is this your demise? Is this really how you go out?

They get on top of you, holding the small metal knife to your throat so closely that you can feel the edge of the blade and the warmth of your blood on it.

“Wait..let me explain” You breathed out before continuing, “I originally dated Cass to break her heart and get vengeance for you but..she got me actually falling in love. I’m sorry my friend that I was selfish. I guess Karma’s a bitch huh.”

“Yeah..she’s a bitch.” They said before fatally stabbing you in the throat, the blade all the way inside.

Bittersweet memories of your relationship with Cassandra flooded your mind, you were suddenly so aware of your heart racing a tiny bit whenever you were around her, the subtle actions you did without even noticing. Cassandra really had you wrapped around her finger without you even realizing it. Wow, after everything how could you betray your own best friend like this? Maybe you were the bad guy after all.

With ears ringing and your vision slowly beginning to fade into darkness, you see Cassandra standing over near the bloody scene with a sinister smile on her face, “The shows over, my love~”

Masterlist

[pastel-omegas-blog]

The Beginning. Chapter Two

CHAPTER ONE

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

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Servants ran around the huge room trying to make it look tidier than it already was while some divided themselves to attending to the petite man cuddle softly in the middle of the huge Emperor sized bed, bringing him hot freshly brewed tea, a very appetizing breakfast and small desserts by the side.

They cooed out small comments praising his beauty as they picked out simple yet elegant clothes for him to wear, all gushing as he buried his blushing face deeper into the soft duvets, his sweet scent making them fawn over him even more.

He was such a humble person despite being born in an influential noble house.

He was so kind and loving and gentle and never once yelled at them when they made a mistake. He was patient with all of them and always had a gentle sweet smile on his lips.

Lord M\N L/N was an angel.

The servants couldn't believe how anyone would call such a caring man with a warm welcoming aura a Devil.

He treated everyone around him like family and had even given out gifts to them, even though he had only known them for five months.

He really lived up to the image their former master had painted of him.

" He is a kind and loving person who always sees the good in others "

 Was what the elderly man had said.

And his words couldn't have been more true.

In his short stay in their territory, despite his ' sickly ' state he had helped the neighbouring villages very much by donating money to help them during the water shortage and even had food and warm clothing sent out make the cold winter far more bearable.

But the places that he helped the most were the orphanages.

As an omega it was expected to have a soft spot for pups. It was part of their natural instincts, but the way the h/c man had taken all the children living there as his own spoke volumes about his love for them. It was such a heart warning sight to see and made the common people of the northern territory cherish him even more

How the eastern part of the empire managed to soil the name of such a morally upright and genuinely nice person made them angry.

Of course those prim and proper trash didn't know how to cherish miracles in human skin.

" I.. isn't this too m..much ? Is a..all this n.. necessary? I..I told you all I can g..get ready o..on my own. I...I don't w.. want to be a b.. bother " the s/c man stammered out twiddling with his fingers softly as he buried his face in the  duvets surrounding him. An attempt to hide his burning cheeks

" Of course we have to do this. It's only natural. Your a noble. You are meant to let others take care of you. " A maid reassured as she took away the empty plates and M/N raised his head to stare at the woman.

Elena Fern. A woman with ash coloured hair and dark brown eyes. She had an air of authority surrounding her despite the faint saint of books that told everyone she was a beta.

As expected of someone of her position.

The head maid that had been assigned to him for his stay in the Duke's manor.

" Yeah. Elena is right. We don't mind at all. Your so kind to us so it's only natural to help you anyway we can " a young girl with curly ginger locks added, her brown eyes shining with adoration as she stared at the man.

Sarah Fern.

Both recessive omega women we're sisters from a fallen baron family and had been working in the manor for a since they were very young and that showed in how refined their house keeping skills were.

Elena being the eldest was more strict and uptight and followed the rules, while Sarah been the youngest was more prone to causing mischief, yet both women had become loyal to him in the past few months of his stay at the manor and attended to most of his needs.

The other servants in the room voiced out their agreements with the two women and M)N felt his cheeks flush at all their nice comments.

" B.. but still I can change my clothes and b..bathe on m..my own! M..my body is strong enough s.. so I won't need help with that " the h/c man argued back and Elena let out a sigh of defeat knowing she wouldn't be able to win the argument.

" Alright my lord, we'll leave you for now. But remember if you need anything just tell for us ".

And with that they all walked out leaving the h/c man on his own.

M/N let out a sigh as he walked into the hidden bathroom inside his already massive room, his shoulders relaxing as the steam from the hot water in the room calmed his nerves. With practiced moves he stripped off his silk nightwear and sunk his body into the large pool sized bathtub that had rose petals floating on the still water and the soft sweet scent of vanilla (  it had taken a while for him to get used to the scent again with gagging at it or getting angry), a small sound left his lips as he lowered himself into the water.

And he stayed in the silence, not moving an inch from where he sat lost in his own thoughts.

" There always a lively bunch aren't they" Demi's voice broke the silence and a soft hum was all  he received as an answer.

A lively bunch they were indeed.

He could remember the first time he arrived, with his carriage stained with blood and rotten fruits, his companions shaken to the bone with what they had 'experienced' ( he had changed their memories sure, but he didn't take away the morbid scenes. He needed them to know what the imperial family were capable of so next time they ever met they would have their guards up. )

A shaken knight, a pale servant, a sobbing woman and lastly a ' passed out ' omega who seemed to have fainted from the shock of an attempt on his life once again.

He was so sure that the pathetic sight of their group would make the people sneer and mock at them.

He was expecting the harsh whispers and taunts of the crowd, just like how the people had mocked him back at the capital he was expecting the same treatment from the people of the north as well. 

They had surely heard the rumors about how he had tormented their lovely saint and precious Emperor. They should have heard about how him surviving his assassination attempt caused the gods to be angry and curse their land, they should have heard about how the saint had detected dark månå flowing through his cursed veins and how he was cursing innocent civilians for the fun of it.

He had seen people getting high off his misery so he was expecting the same thing here. For everyone to turn their backs in him before they even met him.

Instead there were heavily guarded knights running over to check on them, panicked screams of the servants who saw the blood stained carriage rang in the air and the family members of the Duke present shouted out orders for their guests to be taken inside and checked for any wounds.

Everyone had been running around in a panic to make sure they were safe and they had been rushed into the mansion and had doctors check on them. 

It was all so strange.

They hadn't once stopped to mock them as they worried about their wellbeing, the h/c omega had thought maybe the way they had arrived had caused them to go in a state of shock and once they snapped out of it they would go back to keeping their distance from him and start to spread more rumors about as they watched his every move.

He could feel their piercing eyes on his form so he was sure it would only be a matter of time before they showed themselves. Before they bared their fangs at him and cursed him out for things he never did.

Except it never came.

Instead of gazes filled with disgust and contempt they stared at him with loving eyes, filled with adoration and happiness, instead of vile words thrown his way it was compliments about how radiant he looked every single day. Instead of being left alone to do things on his own they were always offering to do even the smallest things for him so that he wouldn't ' push his sick body anymore than he was suppose to '.

And they went on to continue to treat him like the for the first month he stayed, never once throwing any degrading insult his way. He didn't know what to do at first. Sure it made acting like a saint towards the people easier, because then whenever he donated money or offered to help anyway he could he wouldn't be faced with any backlash and nobody said anything to him that would upset him and make it harder for him to hide his emotions.

But he just couldn't shake how his stomach seemed to churn over any small compliment or kind gesture he received and it seemed he was the only one who was suddenly affected by the change of attitude towards him.

Aria hadn't once complained about how weird it felt to be suddenly praised for the smallest thing she did, infact she seemed to be eating the attention up, he couldn't blame her though. She was used to being the center of attention and compliments when she still ran her business, if she hadn't decided to take care of him she might have still had it by now........

 " Useless thoughts "  Demi spoke up interrupting their host's train of thoughts and M/N thanked them as he stared to get out of the bath wrapping himself in one of the many fluffy towels that had been laid out for him as he made his way back to his room.

Though they were now dedicated people to make sure the h/c man was always alright it hadn't stopped his cousin from stopping by every day to check on his wellbeing, only and only left when she was sure he was in perfect condition before she left him alone. 

Felix and Basil though still hadn't budge an inch.

Basil it was obvious, his infatuation for his master had grown to dangerous levels and he didn't want anyone else in his laugh, though he responded positively to others it was clear he was keeping up a wall and he didn't want anyone passing the limit he had set for them. If he wasn't rigorously training with the Duke's knights he was seeking attention from his h/c master and listening to the new teachings of a god/goddess he had just discovered.

Felix matter though. He was jealous.

Despite working diligently by the h/c omega's side for the past five months his master still hadn't said a single word to him. He was happily chatting with the maids and manservants yet he hadn't so much as said a greeting to the violet eyes butler. It was infuriating no doubt, M/N had seen the jealousy and rage bubbling in his eyes despite the calm facade the beta always had.

Good.

He needed the man to snap first, if he still wanted to be an obedient dog to the Vermillion family then he didn't deserve the s/c man's attention.

The former emperor was the only who seemed to be affected by how genuinely everyone was treating him, he had even sent out butterflies at one point to sneak around and report anything the people said about him. Despite not being in his presence anymore the people still sang his praises. When he had received the news he couldn't stop his cheeks from heating up and  he so desperately tried to deny how fast his heart was beating and he refused to acknowledge Demi as they teased him for getting so flustered.

After that discovery it took a while, but he started to slowly warm up to them as well, his actions becoming more genuine as he returned their smiles and laughter.

Running a hand through his neatly combed shiny h/c locks, the pretty man stared at his reflection liking how despite his clothes hugged his body it still have off an innocent and pure vibe. It's soft colours making his vibrant e/c hues stand out even more.

" Damn I'm beautiful " the omega said as he winked at his reflection letting out a small cat call as he turned around

" Your becoming too full of yourself " Demi spoke up making the h/c omega roll his eyes as he stopped his antics and  walked towards the the door, stopping a bit when he noticed a pair of black boots peeping from under his door.

" Says the person who has been singing their own praises since the blood ceremony " the omega retorted back softly scanning his surroundings briefly with månå before he deemed it was safe. Demi rolled their 'eyes' in return mocking the omegas voice as they repeated his words in a childish manner, done with their charade  the deity scoffed  " of course I'll sing my own praises since you won't do it for me " They said and M/N chose to ignore them as he stepped out of the room into the marble tiled hallway eyes widening a bit in ' surprise as he stared at the person waiting for him.

" L..lady Evelyn ? Ah! I'm sorry I wasn't expecting you " the omega stuttered out in 'shock' as he quickly bowed his head to the woman who in return chuckled as she watched the petite man's cute antics.

" Aww come on M/N I told you not to be so formal and stiff around me, it hurts my heart that someone as cute as you always has their guard up around me " the woman teased smirking to herself as she noticed the small blush decorating the petite man's cheeks.

' of course I have to keep my guard up around you '

The h/c omega thought as he continued his shy demeanor his vibrant e/c eyes staring up to look into the woman's unique hues.

A very light silver colour that somehow looked almost pure white. Anyone who saw her or any other member of her family and didn't know their last name would have made the mistake of lumping her as one of the children belonging to the  pope's Ducal family, though they wouldn't be to far from their guess.

The woman standing in front of him was

    Evelyn Devon Vermillion

The oldest of the Duke's children and a person who shouldn't be underestimated.

Long platinum blonde hair that almost looked silver, was tied up in a donut bun, small strands escaping the bun and framing her face giving her a soft look. Despite the cold weathershe wore a tight black off shoulder gown that hugged her tall figure , a slit on the dress starting from her thigh exposed her long slender legs.

A diamond necklace rested on her collarbone the expensive jewelry reflecting the sun light that lit up the hallway, more diamond based jewelry decorated her form, from the dangling earrings to the bracelets on her wrists.

She wore white satin gloves and held a wyvern leather purse embed with diamonds, her already taller frame seemed to tower over him more thanks to the black needle high heels she  had on.

She looked like she was going to out to a party. Well with her position it wouldn't be a surprise.

" U...ummm are you going out ? " The h/c man asked getting the answer to his question as the woman's red painted lips pulled up into a small smirk.

" Yes, I've been invited to a small gala one of my friends is hosting. It isn't too important, but I wouldn't mind you coming along with me. You look perfect as always and I would absolutely love to introduce you to my friends " the recessive alpha cooed out in a teasing tone as she placed a stray lock of h/c behind the omega's ears her smirk widening at how he became fidgety because of her touch.

He was just so cute.

She would have taken him all for herself if she didn't have her eye on his cousin.

Shaking his head M/N turned his gaze away from the woman. " I.. I'm sorry, b..but I...i don't think I c..can. I don't like being the center of attention " the petite man mumbled out as he twiddle his fingers.

He wasn't about to expose himself to the northern nobility. He had purposely refused all invitation from noble families who had tried to form connections with him.

Apart from he didn't want to be mocked by the nobility here he wanted to peek their curiosity. He wanted the curiosity to eat them out from the inside before he dropped the shockwave on them.

Besides unlike the servants and common people who looked up to him, The woman had no reason to be kind towards him. She had absolutely nothing to gain from it yet she was still was been so nice to him.

Every single member of the family had been so nice to him as well, but the three members who had gone out of their way to make sure that he was always comfortable in his stay where Evelyn, her father The former Duke and her younger brother the current duke.

M/N was sure that if the man hadn't gone for his morning patrol he would have been the one disturbing him instead of his older sister.

Evelyn pursed her lips before she forced on a strained smile. She had been expecting him to refuse as usual but it didn't make it any less frustrating, she had been hoping to show off the h/c man at least once, having such a pretty man by her side would solidify her position as queen and would keep those pesky omegas away.  And it was such a heavy blow after being rejected by Aria as well.

" Ah. Not a problem hun. " The blonde woman said as she stood up to her full height patting the omega's head softly as she turned to walk away only for yells coming from outside to grab their attention as they both walked over to the open window looking outside.

A pure white carriage decorated in gold , white and silver was being escorted to the front of the manor, heavily guarded knights riding horse dressed in light armor rode close to the carriage, one of the knights held a flag bearing the seal of the imperial family. A silver dragon that had red and golden flames surrounding it's form.

The sight of the carriage drew two different reactions from the two people watching from afar. Evelyn let out a small growl at the sight of them while an unreadable expression was placed on the s/c man's face before a small smile spread on his plump lips.

Oh?

Well wasn't this interesting~.

 Hi everyone look at who I brought back.

Our two feisty maids from the previous book. You didn't think I forgot about them now did you?

I Know Sarah has pink hair just imagine it's red.

 Now time to reveal some stuff.

 Evelyn is the princess who I briefly mentioned in my last book, guess which one. If you can guess it then you already know who the Duke is.

 The imperial family has two names.

​​​​​​ The one that the public generally call them by is Vermillion.

 While the second is a more intimate name that the members refer to themselves as which is Valyron. Leon uses the name in his letter to Alvar.

 It is the name of the white dragon the imperial family are descendents off.

That is all I can say for now.

[hanafubukki]

Girl I had the craziest thought that I know isn't possible but what if MC/Yuu wasn't a love interest but a sibling of Malleus and it wasn't an accident that they got sent to Twisted Wonderland. Like think about it! how crazy would it be that his/her/their parent sent them to Twisted Wonderland (Because a parent/guardian has to sign you up for school) and because Malleus's dad went missing and is dead or alive and what if it Malleus's dad got sent to Our world by accident had no way of returning and moved on? Or MC/Yuu is a reincarnation of one of his parents how knows. I'm just pulling straws with the info given. \=-=/

Hello Elena 🌺💕🌷

Oooohhh this is an interesting theory and a heart breaking one on so many levels. The whole Malleus having family he didn’t know about. Levean moving on though we know that dragons love intensely. It makes you wonder how that would make any of the dia crew feel.

Then we have MC, that would make them an heir and possibly as strong as Malleus and I can just see so much chaos happening.

MC being a reincarnation of one of his parents…ooofff that also huts but man that would also give so many family feels. Malleus has his family returned to him through time but now how do you operate with the fact that your best friend has the memories of your parents?

If twst takes this…well twst (lol see what I did there?), we all are going to be so freaking surprised.

I love me some good reincarion shenanigans so this would be awesome to run with.

[stephschoices]

Can we have some hc’s you have for your mc’s and their chosen RO from Disenchanted?! Your art is absolutely amazing, and your mc’s never miss!

Ahhhh yes!! I’m glad you like my mcs and art 🥰 tysm 💞🫶🏻

Isabelle (nephilim, Viktor route):

They will absolutely be Beauty and the Beast for Halloween

Viktors presence calms her down so she likes being around him whenever possible

When her anxiety gets going (which is often) he knows she needs more comfort and to be grounded, so he holds her hand.

They’re very touchy with each other which starts bc of Isabelle’s anxiety but at this point it’s just natural for them to always be touching in some way

If they hold hands for too long she’ll start playing with his

She doesn’t like talking to strangers so when someone comes up to talk suddenly she’ll look to Viktor and he knows to speak for her

She’ll wear his hoodies/sweaters whenever possible

When they’re sleeping together she likes to sleep on his chest and cover them both / wrap her wings around them

She likes to smooch the base of his horns to get him flustered 🤭

At some point Isabelle will start calling viks parents mom and dad

Leliana (siren, Lucien route):

They will absolutely be Ariel and Eric for Halloween (if that wasn’t obvious from my recent art 🤭)

Leliana will tell Lucien “I love you” all the time, because she never stopped and she wants him to know she always will

When the moment is right and she sees his back with no shirt on she’ll kiss the scar on his wing/back

Even tho it’s hard for nephilims with wings to swim, she’d definitely take him swimming in the shallow part/shore of the ocean. Lucien is always mesmerized by her siren form so she’ll splash him to get him to focus lol

Her legs get tired easily, especially when she wears heels. So when Lucien notices her getting too tired he’ll carry her bridal style wherever they need to go

They’ll take baths together and Leliana will like to wash Lucien’s hair and just cuddle for a few min before getting out

Leliana will mayhaps like to softly bite him with her sharp teeth during spicy times 🫣

Kamry (wraith, Avery route):

Less obvious than the others but her and Avery would be Sally and Jack for Halloween

Steals Avery’s clothes whenever possible

Whenever Avery is in a bad mood she’ll do the thing where you poke someone’s mouth corners to make them smile 🤭

I’ve thought the least about her route mainly bc I know the least about Avery so I don’t have many headcanons yet I’m sorry 😅

Elena (nephilim, Theodore route):

Also less obvious but they would be Rapunzel and Eugene for Halloween

They are the literal version of the angel x demon ship trope

Theo always knows how to make her smile. When she’s sad he’ll surprise tickle her to make her laugh

They’ll post so many cute couple pictures online, everyone is jealous

When he’s being too annoying she’ll grab his tail 🤭🤭

She likes to tell him “good boy” - in the bedroom and out just to see him get a little red 🤭

When she sees him getting really angry about to go full cambion she’ll hold his hand or wrap herself around his arm to calm him down

They’ll definitely fly together, being cute in the sky, wrapping their wings around each other 🥰

👏🏻 MATCHING PLUSHIES 👏🏻 specifically, Elena’s room is very pastel cute vibes, except her one dog plushie that’s red and black and very demon looking. And Theo has one dog plushie that’s white and very angel looking 💞 I like to imagine they have a few cute matching couples stuff, like pajamas and mugs 🥰

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[maxity666]

I made some memes, mostly Daniela appreciation cause i'm obsessed with my silly jock herbo :)) <3 <3 (also swap Elena for Danielas skateboard buddies in her case)

[adrianasunderworld]

We have Isabelles mother, Elena in the headmistress au. Meanwhile back in the Obey Me universe, Mc, aka Ophelia and her sister,Juliet are using their magic to search for Isabelle.

They figure out the portal thing and get dumped into the middle of all this chaos, and not only find their missing cousin, but their estranged aunt as well.

Isabelle is being verbally abused once again by Mrs. Rosehearts for something she isn't directly responsible for, in front of a bunch of students. Elena is no help as usual. The portal opens and the two see this and go rushing.

Juliets oldest sister mode kicks in and she's cussing out Mrs. Rosehearts without a fuck to be given. Out of the corner of her eye,Ophelia sees someone in the crowd she hadn't seen in six years years.

Ophelia: Jules.

Juliet: And another thing, you think you can just yell at kids publicly like this, you have another coming bitch. I will drop kick your-

Ophelia: Juliet!

Juliet: What!? Do you want me to yell at you to- titi Elena?

Elena*internally screaming*: Girls! Look how big you've gotten! Ophelia, I've heard all about your accomplishments in the Devildom! Juliet...I see you got your mother's mouth.

Juliet: uh huh. Keep running yours see what happens.

Isabelle and the other students sensing a giant argument is about to blow up:

[pyroclaststan]

For a prompt. No editing, no rereading, I’m 80% I didn’t conjugate things correctly but it was 3am when I wrote it and I am too frustrated with technical complications to try now. POV Ortega, post-HB, just going through it.

Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the effort and exertion, or maybe it’s the creeping frustration that always seems to catch up to you at some point of the day, the weeping wound of remembrance of your world being off axis. With a growl of annoyance you launch the hay off of your shoulder and into the trough with more force than necessary: it feels good to hit something in the few ways you can—to make something else the punching bag for once while you lick your own wounds. A trough is no villain, but you can resent it all the same, which is to say for no real reason at all.

That alone burns you up inside, that there’s no real reason for any of this.

Loud, sharp whistling like a songbird from hell draws your attention to the edge of the pen: mamá stands with a foot up on the fence, frowning pointedly in your direction. The patented Ortega look of disappointment or the street disapproval of a mother, both cutting.

“¿Te pedí que alimentarán a los animales o que los asustaras hasta la mierda?” she reprimands, shaking her head.

It’s no fault of hers that you’re irritated, frustrated, and struggling. You know that. But you can’t help the constant crawling that makes you want to curse and scream and fight the world. You can’t tune out all the ways in which everything demands your attention.

Battered by sensations of the sweat dripping down your spine, the way your denim rubs against your legs, the loose string in your work glove incessantly catching on a broken nail, and the pigs pushing you about you let out a string of rapid-fire curses—everything is too much and too little. Too numb and too sensitive.

So overwhelming without that familiar weight by your side.

Stomping feels like the only way to get anything out of your system, so you step heavily towards the gate to talk with your mother before catching yourself, trying to cool off first in a repeating tread back and forth to calm yourself before you come to your mother in any disrespectful fashion. It’s like you’re a child again, a silly little tantrum that boils in your blood but you can find no other escape for—it’s the only way you can get out whatever’s trying to worm its way in. You’ve got to get it out somehow and this is the only place you can safely do so so you let the pot boil over, the cork pop, the dam break.

You let out another stream of curses, fully aware of the weight of your mother’s gaze on you, prickling your skin further.

Not the right gaze.

“Fucking… FUCK!” you shout so loud it holds you in place and echoes out, the desert around you carrying the sentiment all the way back to Kingsley’s hometown, wherever that was.

Mamá however, just chuckles at your outburst, shaking her head and pulling her cream and turquoise stetson lower. “Fucking fuck? If I’d known Mi Rey had possessed you, I’d have put a pot of coffee on.”

“It’s not funny, none of this—“ you’re interrupted by a feeling like your stomach wants to escape up and out of your throat and mouth, and the mindfulness that you’re talking to your own mother. None of this is how it should be, none of this was how it was supposed to go. You’re washed up and retired and even that would’ve been manageable with a bitter shadow beside you chiding you along the way, but you’ve lost your best friend. All you can do is make more annoyed noises, willing yourself to get your shit together before you kick your own ass, trying to express something you haven’t fully fathomed.

Your mother just looks at you knowingly, ever-patient, ever kind. “Vamos, joder joder, lucky for you I did put a pot on ‘cause I’m always prepared for mi Flora.” Without further word she throws a tea towel at you and turns to walk away, back to the house proper.

There’s a small shake of her head, a tiny rise and fall of her shoulders as she goes: you know Kingsley’s loss had affected her, too, but she had chosen to remain strong for her remaining child—for you.

You use the cloth to mop up the sweat that’s gathered on your face and neck from the day’s chores before moving on to your bare arms and chest on your way back. A proper shower will be required to remove the grime and grit but even that little bit of cleaning has made you feel a bit more human, and pulling off your offending gloves and shoving them into your pocket removes a bit of tension.

Making your way through the well-loved ranch home you breathe deep: the smells of leathers and furs and spices as they sit in the heat, despite the windows being left open to keep a drafting breeze. Or maybe all of that is you, but you’re not willing to give yourself a sniff to find out.

She sits at a table, bathed in sepia sunlight, looking far older than you remember her ever being, or maybe just tired… like you’re tired. Silently, your steaming mug is pushed towards you, telling you where to sit. “I know that feeling well,” she warbles, voice sounding full to the brim with emotion as she gently spins and turns the jewellery on her fingers. “Vamos, sientate.”

You take your seat silently, equally drained and somber, but you can’t touch that cup. That mug that isn’t yours. Someone else’s. Theirs.

Before you, your mother steels herself, and within her you see all of the focus of the woman who was almost an Olympian, the woman who was once a wife, the woman who will always be your mother.

“This is the last thing that any child wants to hear, mi amor, but you’re going to hear it: I know what you’re going through. How you’re feeling. Perder a un ser querido, a un ser cercano, nunca es fácil. Especialmente cuando son parte de nosotros mismos... I went through the same thing when we lost your father—do not make that face, because no matter what he was to you, you must think of what he was to me.” Your heart hurts at how her voice cracks but she’ll say her piece through it, you know.

“So you can be mad, be angry—ser un matón si es necesario—but you must get it out before that, like poison, seeps into your bones.” She pushes the mug towards you roughly, guiding you to look down into black depths. “You need to learn to take what’s bitter, and to accept it and appreciate it for what it is, and for how it reminds you to appreciate the sweet. Es una cosa cursi decirlo, lo sé, pero nunca preparé mucha sabiduría para algo como esto.”

She looks you in the eye, taking a sip of coffee before crossing her arms.

“Este es el comienzo, la resta depende de ti.”

[bri-the-bi]

I know Last Legacy might be somewhat dead but I wanna try to revive the fandom a little bit so reblog this with something about your MC

Mine is Elena Cervantes, I’ve posted a lil bit about her before— recently decided that aside from being a barista, she’s got a little side site for her LL shit, I think probably just a blog+small shop stuff for cosplay accessories and prop commissions

I also wanna say that she’d definitely put up stuff that’s just LL inspired fashions in general? Like how people do Disneybounding and stuff? Idk I came up with this shit like two days ago

[loverofallthingssmart]

omg what book….. :0

okay technically i kind of lied abt it being a book its a manhwa (which is like. the korean version of manga IMSORRY IF THATS A WRONG DEF. but itskind of like a graphic novel/visual novel which still counts . TO ME. ) its called observing elena evoy/my observational diary of elena evoy depending on where u read it from it is so cute literally nothing bad happens ever i cannot stop smiling and giggling im obsessed <3