#plot line

[asksythe]

Below is the plot outline for an EdGuda story idea I have nursed for a while. It's a short story only, which I have named: Seven Nights at Adora. It is a time paradoxical love story where Ritsuka is reverse summoned into the original Chateau d'If, before a human Edmond Dantes, for 7 nights, before he forgets her completely. This story is my way of answering why it is that Edmond Dantes is so devoted to Ritsuka, to the point that in his character materials, it is said that Ritsuka is the only Master the vengeful heroic spirit Edmond Dantes ever contracts with.... as well as the striking similarity between Ritsuka and Haydee. The story takes place right after Ordeal Call 2 and just before Monte Cristo (King of the Cavern) is summoned to Chaldea.

Premise: In which Ritsuka Fujimaru is reversed summoned to the real Château d'If, to the side of Edmond Dantes, the human prisoner.

It begins at the edge of exhaustion, in the shadow of Ordeal Call 2. Ritsuka Fujimaru has seen the end of another world and carried the weight of yet another salvation. But in the silent aftermath, something gives way. Not in the grand metaphysical sense, but personally, intimately, as if some invisible circuit in her soul had finally overloaded. She goes to sleep one night in Chaldea, or perhaps in Dream Tokyo, and wakes in darkness.

Stone walls. Damp air. A narrow cot. Chains. And across from her, a man who stares at her like she is nothing real.

Somehow, Riri has been "reverse summoned"—not by a grail or ritual, but by something more abstract, more fated. She appears in the prison cell of Edmond Dantès, not as the Servant she knows, but the man still rotting in the Château d’If. The connection is inexplicable, but she doesn’t fight it. Every time she sleeps, she returns. Every night, she wakes in the cell with him.

Dantès assumes she is a hallucination—some fragment of his mind breaking apart under the weight of betrayal and silence. And Riri... she’s not sure he’s wrong. She can’t interact with the guards, can’t change the course of his imprisonment, can’t unlock the chains that bind him. She can only sit, talk, bring warmth in the form of conversation, song, stories, memories from a world he will never live to see.

At first, he doesn't speak to her. Then, little by little, he does, as a man in the depths of despair with nothing left to lose, conversing with the figment of his madness.

Riri wonders if this is something like what happened with Asagami Fujino—a brief window across worlds, opened by death or trauma or time. Or perhaps it’s a result of her and Dantès's overlapping dreams, their subconscious minds interwoven from years of Servant and Master connection. After all, Dantès guards her dreamscape in Chaldea. Is it so strange that he would also become the gatekeeper of her grief?

She speculates. She questions. But ultimately, she accepts. Even if this is just a fever dream for him—just one more illusion for a man drowning in rage and despair—it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need to be remembered. She’s already at the end of everything. There’s no war to win, no battle left to fight. There’s only this: caring for Edmond Dantès when no one else can.

Seven nights.

Seven impossible, weightless nights where time slips its moorings and love weaves itself into the fabric of history unnoticed. Seven nights where she holds the man who will one day become the Count of Monte Cristo, and listens to him scream, and slowly watches the screaming quiet.

And when it ends—when she wakes up one final time and never returns—he forgets her.

Or so it seems.

But something in him remains. Something indelible. So that when he finally dies, when he becomes a Servant, when he stands before the summoning circle, it is only her hand he ever takes.

And no one—not even Dantès himself—understands why.

The Time Paradox of Devotion

In Seven Nights at Adora, love does not unfold along a straight line. It curls into itself—knot-like, recursive—defying any simple chronology. To call it a beginning would be inaccurate. The bond between Edmond Dantès and Ritsuka Fujimaru was never something born; it was always already there.

Riri meets Dantès for the first time as a Servant. A phantom in her dream, a voice forged from revenge, summoned first by an enemy of mankind. That should have been the start.

And yet—it wasn’t.

Because he met her first.

When she wakes in the Château d’If, summoned by something inexplicable into the world of his despair, it is not Edmond the Avenger who greets her, but Edmond the prisoner. She does not recognize him. She knows of the Count, the cold flame of righteous vengeance, not this shattered man crumbling in the dark. But he recognizes her, or something in her. Something familiar.

There is a precedent in literature, and in the Count’s own memories: Haydée. The young woman who came to him when no one else would, bearing kindness in a cruel world. Red-haired, willful, full of care. A figure who, like Riri, was shaped by grief and fate but remained unbroken. When he sees Riri, he sees not just Haydée, but Abbé Faria too—the one who gave him hope, who reached through stone walls and madness with the promise of escape.

If he sees her as either of those figures, then he sees her as a lifeline. A spider’s thread dangling into hell.

Which raises a question: why? Why does a man, so consumed by betrayal that he transforms into a Servant of Vengeance, tether himself to this one girl across all iterations and timelines?

The answer: he already loved her. Already owed her, in some deep, impossible way.

This is the cyclical nature of their paradox. In the deepest pit of human suffering, Riri reaches for him. Her presence, ephemeral though it is, becomes the one memory that does not burn when everything else does. It does not alter the course of his life—he still suffers, still escapes, still becomes the Count. But in that life-long fire, she becomes the one kindness he believes he imagined.

When he dies and is pulled into the Throne of Heroes, it is her face that lingers in the smoke of memory. So when he is summoned again, not as a man but as a construct of hatred, and stands before Ritsuka Fujimaru in Chaldea, something ancient and aching recognizes her.

Goetia cannot understand him, because Goetia never accounted for love. Not the self-repeating, paradoxical kind. Not a bond born not out of logic or causality, but out of insistence—that even in hell, one thread of light was worth clinging to.

Dantès never turns against humanity. He turns toward her.

And so it loops. Because if he never devoted himself so absolutely, Riri would never have found the strength or the spiritual bond necessary to reach back into his past. And if she had never reached into his past, he never would have known her well enough to fall for her in the first place.

It is an impossible love. One that exists outside of chronology. One that makes no sense unless you believe in stories, in ghosts, in dreams—and in people who are fated to find each other, even if the universe itself has to double back to make it so.

This is why Dantès never contracts with anyone else. Because no one else ever reached for him in the dark.

[radiantlyperpetualtale]

Every writer and artist has been summoned by this pic

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

Mother’s Day

Saturday found Emily sitting in a rocking chair with Iris, a little melody on her lips. She had about two hours until Shamira and Ass were done with their errands, just enough time to snuggle and think about her week’s plans-

Tomorrow was Mother’s Day.

Oh divines.

Her first Mother’s Day and she forgot all about it. She even planned things for all of the other mothers of heaven, little gift baskets to be sent out—how did she forget she was now also a mother??

And more importantly than that—how did she forget that her girlfriends were mothers now too! She didn’t buy any gifts! Nothing special prepared! Nothing! Well, she could do a special dinner, she did have that roast in the fridge, but was that enough?

She looked down at the little bundle of limbs and mush in her lap apologetically. “Iris, I’m about to teach you the art of last minute gifts. I hope you weren’t committed to this nap.”

If they weren’t already, portals became her best friend in this moment as she summoned finger paints and a flat canvas to her desk, her arms filled with the disgruntled exorcist.

“Okay, sunshine,” Iris glared up at the seraph, a very Ass look on her face, ��or, uh, Iris. I’m going to guide your hands and we’re gonna make this little card for Ma and Momma together, does that sound okay?” Iris didn’t seem to mind. Even though Emily didn’t think that she really knew what she meant by any of that, she took it as acceptance anyways.

It was surprisingly easy to convince tiny hands to cover themselves in paint and smush themselves onto the canvas. Keeping them from smearing the paint was the difficult part, but Emily managed well enough. She gave Iris a piece of printer paper from her desk to paint on while she quickly put away the art supplies and carefully wrote a quick note above the handprints.

She left the painting on her desk to dry while she took the teeny tiny exorcist to the bathroom to wash her hands—only to need an entire bath by the time they arrived. Little handprints covered parts of both Emily’s dress and Iris’s cheeks.

The seraph stripped her quickly and assessed, curious as to how she had somehow got more paint under her onesie than on it. “So messy! Just like your ma!” She lifted the naked baby up, blowing a raspberry on her belly, giggling with her and then setting her into the baby tub.

By the time they were both all clean and dressed in their finest wares, matching fuzzy purple pajamas, Ass and Shamira were coming through the door and feeding time commenced, Momma taking her off to get a bottle.

And when they awoke the next morning the trio would find a canvas on the table next to a vase of flowers, with love, from Iris.

(( @askshamass ))

[crashingcryptid]

And they were roommates (part 1)

This story is going to be gay, Trans male character is going to be included because fanfiction is for self inserts. Pairing is Gaz X trans!masc reader (will be using a name instead of Y/N)

--NSFT UNDER--

This part will include: plot, wedgies, plot plot plot, panty stealing, and Gaz wanting to move his friend in for perverted reasons, seriously, mostly plot, okay I'm sorry, He's a good friend, though, probably unrealistic housing laws idc

This will be part 1 of ??? I love writing porn with no plot, BUT I NEED A PLOT.

Summary: Gaz needs a roommate, and Maxwell, a friend of his, might also be having housing troubles. Gaz and Maxwell have always had a strange relationship, Gaz teasing Maxwell and Maxwell seemingly uncaring about the treatment. Maybe Gaz will get to have his favorite victim friend back in arms length.

Gaz didn't like the idea of a roommate at all. He'd picked out the two bedroom house on the corner of the neighborhood for the privacy and the space, and he wasn't exactly eager to give either up. Especially after working so hard to be able to live on his own when on leave.

"I pay rent on time, I follow the HOA rules, I don't see why I need a roommate. This is my space." Gaz had complained to his landlord over the phone, eyes rereading the stupid notice that had been plastered to his door. It had been there a few days, the words printed on the paper hard to read from being rained on so Gaz was certain there was a mistake.

But no, he could hear the shuffling of papers, a door being shut, and the heavy sigh from his landlord as he had settled into his desk chair. "I'm afraid you aren't following all of the rules, sir. The property can not sit empty for more than 3 months out of the year. For the first two years, I was able to make a case for you, but you have a prime house, Kyle. The HOA wants it to be occupied or empty to rerent. You have 6 months to find a roommate, or they may evict you."

"That's why I told you never rent in an HOA!" Maxwell exclaims, slapping his arm a little over the counter of his coffee shop. Gaz made a face at him, expecting to be comforted by his friend after unloading his woes. "Oh, don't give me that look," I warned you." Maxwell teases, sliding his now warmed blueberry muffin out of the oven and slicing it open for Gaz.

"You just gonna tell me?"I told you so?" No comfort? No love?" Gaz teases, watching as Maxwell drops a healthy glob of butter onto the hot muffin before pushing it toward him. "I mean, looks like you've got something on your mind. Your landlord is giving you trouble, too?" Before Maxwell could answer, the door to the coffee shop rang, and he had customers to attend too. With one more smile at Gaz, Max went over to the register.

Gaz took his usual seat by the window, watching the sun get higher in the sky. If Maxwell stayed busy, he would call him later about whatever was bothering him.

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Maxwell and Kyle had a strange start to their friendship, having met in the very short time that Kyle went to college. They were dorm mates for a month and became very close, even though some people probably thought Kyle was Maxwell's bully.

Kyle wasn't a bully, but he did love teasing people. It gave him a rush, especially physically overpowering people in the most simple way, a wedgie. Sure, it was juvenile, but no matter how highly someone thought of themselves, Kyle knew they would be a flustered mess if their underwear was cranked up their ass.

Maxwell was sweet, kind, and nerdy, all the things that made Kyle itch to make him squeal. It was the second day of getting settled in, Kyle already having the itch to abandon college and join the military. There was still time, and the window hadn't shut yet. He had been pacing for the past 20 minutes, and Maxwell was fed up, turning around at his desk chair.

"Kyle! For the love of God, stop pacing! He snaps, about to continue his rant of annoyance, but when he blinked, Kyle was behind his chair with his hands down the back of his sweatpants. The moment Kyle's hands touched Maxwell's panties Maxwell wore panties he didn't stop tugging until his stress was gone. He'd ended the night with sore arms, and a much calmer mind.

Maxwell ended his with his arms tied behind his back and his panties over his head.

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And somehow, even after that, they became friends. Though Gaz, still always known as Kyle to Maxwell, never stopped giving him wedgies. Maxwell was always nice enough to let Kyle stay in his apartment during leave, since at first he didn't have enough money or reason to buy his own place. At least once every few days, Gaz would need some "stress relief" as he called it.

Maxwell never protested the wedgies much. Sure, he squeaked, squealed, whined, and yelled, especially whenever Gaz left him hung up on the coat rack hooks. But other than that, he never complained how often Gaz wedgied, and tore, his underwear. Gaz suspected he liked getting wedgied almost as much as he liked giving them, but he never rocked the boat by asking, just kept tugging and tearing pair after pair.

Gaz people watched for a little as he finished his muffin, seeing how busy the store was getting, so he threw out his trash and headed for the door. Maxwell was too busy to notice, or he would've waved at him, but Gaz was glad his back was turned. Maxwells underwear was sticking out of the back of his uniform pants. Most people wouldn't notice or even care, but he did. They were a pretty purple color that Gaz wanted to tear right up Maxwell's fat ass.

As he walked to his car, he kinda hoped Maxwell was having apartment problems. He still, unashamedly, had the panties that he had ripped off him from the apartment days. He wouldn't need to save those if he had a supply right down the hall to choose from and destroy. Of course Gaz had kept up his antics in the military; he was known for his brutal wedgies and freindly disposition; but nothing had compared to giving Maxwell wedgies and the more he thought, the more he needed Maxwell to move in with him. He needed to have his wedgie boy back.

He sits down in the driver's seat, pulling out his phone and immediately sending him a text.

Call me when you get done with work.

Suddenly, the idea of sharing his space and privacy didn't seem that bad.

[delusion-is-back]

I keep thinking about a parallel universe where, after vander dies and vi is taken to jail, silco as a last favor to his old sister in weapons decides to spare little powder's life but is not interested in taking her with, so she just stays there in the rubble and fire surrounded by the bodies of her family. Vi is not coming back for her, no one is coming back for her and she just waits for life to take her away like it did with her family.

Simultaneously, just a couple blocks away a couple young investors who just got the green light to start working on hextech find themselves looking to purchase more material for their endeavor when they hear the blast and come rushing close. By the time they arrive everyone is gone except for a crying blue hair girl from the undercity, viktor approaches without hesitation, the empathy he feels for the girl blinds his good judgement as jayce stands close by just in case.

After some back and forth viktor sets his foot and takes little powder with them back to the academy, explaining that to the guards was definitely fun for jayce while viktor only cared about getting her out of the cold and comforting her, she clung to him like a second skin and wasn't letting go, reluctantly she allowed jayce to carry her back to piltover once her weight was too much for viktor's cane to hold them both, but she didn't left viktor's side the entire night.

It took viktor several days to get a word out of her but eventually, after opening up to her about being from the undercity too, he found out her name was powder and she was an orphan, he couldn't get much more out of her without triggering some very strong emotions he didn't know how to handle, but that was enough info. She was an orphan and she didn't have a place to go.

Jayce of course felt pity for the girl, he emphasized with losing a parents, he really did, but he couldn't help but have second thoughts about the whole situation, he suggested taking her to an orphanage downtown which viktor shut down real quick, he was as clung to the girl as she was to him and jayce had to deal with it because he was also clung to viktor.

What started as a kind gesture of trying to help a little girl in need turned into something more permanent in the blink of an eye, suddenly 7 years had passed since that fire in the docks because now little powder was a young lady, long blue braid and a face permanently stained with grease as she spent her days working at the lab with viktor and jayce in whatever new project they needed her help with while at the same thing working on her own stuff on the side.

With powder's innate talent for engineering hextech's advanced double as fast and now viktor and jayce were working on projects at a much bigger scale than they ever envisioned, powder lost interest in hextech a while ago but goes along with it to help her dads.

Neither viktor nor jayce ever thought about having children, they were both so focused on their career that becoming dad's one night was definitely something they had to adjust their lives around, specially to a child with as much baggage a powder but they quickly grew to love her and it made their bond stronger, now they had something else in common other than hextech, they were a small family.

Of course powder was closer to viktor most of the time, he just seems to get her in ways jayce didn't and after he got into the council a part of powder resented him a little but at the end of the day when it was just the three of them on the lab working the world just felt like it was in order. Everything that had to do with vi and vander was left in the past, powder chose to focus on the good life she had in piltover as one of the creators of hextech, deep down it brought her comfort to know that's the life vi wanted her to have, one where she didn't have to worry about her next meal or having a roof over her head at night. Yeah she was different from everyone else in piltover and she always got dirty looks here and there, but she was content and she was thriving.

Until the day she finds out about a pink haired girl locked away in the stillwater prison that recently got released to help a young inforcerer work on a case related to the shimmer problem in the undercity. Now she has to choose either to stick to the life she's made for herself in piltover, or leave it wall behind to go chase a ghost in the undercity.

It's a whole mess of a plotline but I really like to think there's a world where powder got to live up to her potential with loving dads / mentors that didn't feed into her more dangerous traits, I believe ví would've loved to see her thriving in piltover even if it was under the thought that ví left her there that night.

[quiven]

DRAMIONE fanfic idea

HEAR ME OUT. Okay. So. Would anyone read this? I don't know if anything like this has ever been written before (if it has then I am putting my originality into the trashcan and please do direct me in the direction of an author who has).

Seven years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Draco is framed for the murder of Theo Nott and Hermione is assigned as his lawyer in Wizengamot court despite his objections for needing one. This fic will contain but is not limited to: Draco in Azkaban. Lots of angst. Unresolved tension, enemies to reluctant cooperation to lovers... you get the general idea.

It will also be in the detective genre mixed with drama and romance. So basically the plot is: get Draco (who has given up) out of Azkaban, and find the real murderer.

I don't know if anyone would be up for this kind of thing, so I'm testing my waters and whether I should even proceed with my ongoing braindump.

[i-cherish-my-american-girl]

Trying to make a rough storyline

I have no idea where I want this story to go yet, so I think I need to bite the bullet and just make something like a rough plan for it which I can easily change around later. Just saying, I barely know the roles of each main character never mind their plot lines, so don't really count this as The Story. Anyway,

Here are two girls, Artsy and Fashionista, and they're either childhood best friends or high-school best friends. No matter what, their friendship is pretty weird since they're apart of such different social circles, and maybe their classmates don't even know that they're close. Or maybe they do. Maybe it doesn't matter.

Artsy plays an instrument, maybe the keyboard but maybe something more typical of a band. Fashionista plays bass. They could be in a band together, or Fashionista is in a band without Artsy. It's a secret to her popular friends that Fashionista is in a band, or that she plays an instrument, for some reason.

The girls have a secret together, too, besides possibly their friendship, or their band. They've been kissing behind closed doors, exploring each others bodies, perhaps. I'm not sure if one of them might have a boyfriend already, either, but I guess it doesn't matter. Anyway, if this secret gets out, their reputations, or lack thereof in Artsy's case, are totally ruined. Nobody would take them seriously, either, because obviously girls only kiss other girls in order to get attention from boys... (it was around 2007 or so, homophobia, biphobia, all of the phobias were especially rampant)

Artsy and Fashionista are extremely protective of each other. It could even count as obsessive. In short, if anyone were to get in their way of each other, it wouldn't end well for them. I haven't decided the reason why, or how it gets to this point, but I think that I want to take this story in a different direction to my other stories. My other stories are very mundane, which I like, and this one is too, at first. Eventually, though, I think that something like murder will be involved. Either that or just some sort of serious injury made to somebody, if I chicken out of the dramatics. The culprit, in my head, would probably be Fashionista. She went missing one day and was last seen in such a state. (This may or may not be where Besitos by Pierce The Veil has influenced me...) It's shocking to anyone and everyone who knows her because how could she ever do such a thing? She's too perfect. She's popular and gets good grades, but yet she goes unnoticed for the most part, which is good for her keeping secrets, but in the end it makes it so much harder to figure out what she's done or where she's gone. Something that the girls' classmates failed to realise was that Artsy had gone missing with her. Not to spoil everything, even though that's kind of the entire point of writing the whole 'plot' out, but they were in on it together. One thing I'm not so sure about is if Artsy had coerced Fashionista into essentially committing crimes against people they hate together. She could have, but that depends on if I want their relationship to be completely healthy or not. Maybe their heinous crimes were committed by accident. I don't know.

In conclusion: I don't know.

Anything about this could change, it probably will. And I don't know how it ends, either. Make it up yourselves.

[deansbite]

if you could change one plot line which one would it be

oh oh this is a hard question i didnt like the amelia & sam plotline BUT! i wouldnt change it as surprising as that is. id very much rather change the mary coming back plot line with jessica coming back because that would be SO interesting to see: how would she handle it? how would she adjust? would she be told about the creatures lingering in the real world? that plot line couldve been toyed around with so much and it was such a missed opportunity (especially since jessica and sam are my favorite couple </3)

[mxmasked-alien]

ok but why is The Holiday Bake-Off low key kinda cute? Lol

[exorcist-canine]

Extermination Day - Ava’s First

Canine was ready. They had their helmet on, claws sharpened, the chain of their blade wrapped around their right wrist ready to be thrown when a sinner escaped their grasp. Adam stood at the head of the crowd, his usual pep speech in progress. He and Lute worked the crowd, his army of murderous angels excited to go through the portal, pushing and pressing against each other in feverish abandon.

There was of course a part of the speech for the new ones on the job and Canine did everything in their power to avoid looking over at Ava. They still weren’t handling that particular situation well, but they just needed to tuck their head down and wreak havoc in hell. It was their purpose. Ava wasn’t.

They descended into hell, their wings tight against their body trying to make themselves as aerodynamic as possible so that they could get to the ground first. Right before they landed they spread their wings and body wide, landing on the ground on their hands and feet, pushing off and throwing their knife into the first sinner they saw. They didn’t wait for the knife to return before throwing themself at another.

The tally didn’t register in their mind. They had a job, they did it and they relished in the pride of a job well done. They didn’t need to know their count anymore. They could tell by the burning in their muscles, the strain in their arms and the throbbing in their wings, that they were doing an excellent job as always.

Every time they had a moment, any lull in the fight, they would look for Ava in the crowds. They watched as she struggled to chase the sinners and take them down.

Try as they might to forget about her, to quit worrying… well they always had a soft spot for her. They were rarely ever paired with her during training, Lute believing Canine to be too merciless to set against any of the up and coming exorcists. They had watched her fight but really, their frame of reference for her strength was practically useless.

Maybe forty-five minutes into the fight they lost sight of her. They thought about seeking her out, but there was a job to be done. Canine stuck their head down and did it.

They were barely a few hours into this year’s extermination when a bell chimed from the heavenly gates. Canine looked back, shocked as the rest of the exorcists were, to see the portal had reopened and Sera was standing at the edge looking down into hell with righteous fury evident in the sneer gracing her beautiful lips.

Canine’s claws snapped shut on the sinner in their hands, effectively euthanizing them before they turned back and flew towards their heaven.

They were the first one back after Adam and Lute, kneeling before their High Seraphim. They hoped that the red blood of the sinners they had eradicated adorning their weapons and armor would bring glory in the many eyes of her holiness. She was silent though, watching as their sisters in arms made it back one by one. Some kneeled, following Canine, others stood at attention, following Lute.

Adam was uncharacteristically nervous, pacing in front of the formation as the other exorcists streamed in. They could hear some of them asking about it, Boob’s voice carrying her confusion forward. Canine didn’t have answers either, but they wouldn’t be caught dead questioning the Leading Light of Heaven.

When Ava arrived, Canine’s gaze snapped to her immediately. She was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen, second only to the sovereign of heaven herself. Her mask was covered in the blood of the wretched and the damned, and as she made her way onto the clouds, she ripped it off to regain vision. Despite her armor being drenched in the life and spirit of the souls sent into hell, her face stayed clean. Sinless.

She was ethereal.

Canine was in a trance, lost in Ava as she anxiously stepped forward on the clouds to the front of the formation.

“Fucking finally. What? The bells not loud enough for you, you stupid bitch?” Adam’s words, thrown so carelessly at the newest addition to the exorcist army forced them back into the moment. Canine hissed before they could stop themself, but a golden sword was pressed against their throat and they remembered their place as they sat back and witnessed.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Didn’t mean to? Oh Lute, listen to this, the fucking pigeon didn’t mean to-”

“Adam.” There was a hush around the formation, everyone silent at the single word uttered by the High Seraphim. Her posture was straight and her chin was held high as she looked down upon them all. Both figuratively and physically she was so far above them that they could only dream of pleasing her, let alone being among her level. Canine bowed their head in respect, regretting losing their temper for something as meaningless as Adam’s tone but appreciated the seraphim for stepping in regardless.

Sera turned towards Ava. “What is your name, exorcist?”

Ava looked up with wide, fearful eyes. “My name is Ava. I’m sorry, this is my first-”

A hand stopped her mid word. “You are the one who killed the hellborn?”

Canine’s eyes focused onto the black blood dripping down her arm that they had missed before. Why had she- was it in defense? Hellborn would sometimes come and shake things up just to cause trouble knowing they had immunity. Had one of them tried to hurt her- had they succeeded?

“I am, and I am so sorry, I promise it was an accident!” Ava pleaded as if for her life. Truly, it could’ve been.

Sera nodded, although her face showed her displeasure with the situation. “There will be a trial for you today. This is a grave error you’ve made, there must be consequences. Prepare any statements you will make now.” Sera turned to the rest of the legion, “Exorcists. Take the rest of this night to clean up and remind yourselves of the rules we have. Commit them to memory, and do not make the same mistake again. This extermination is over.”

Canine and many of the exorcists were shocked, almost expecting the portal to reopen behind them and for them to be pushed off the clouds. But they weren’t. And they wouldn’t be. Without another word, they followed their commander back to the barracks.

The leaderboard was on full display when they returned, large numbers at the top showing a combined total and a list of every exorcist in order from highest to lowest kills below that.

This years kill count was the lowest it had ever been for Canine, in part due to the extermination being cut short, but they knew that even if they had the entire time they wouldn’t have been able to make their usual numbers. Their mind was elsewhere, too busy watching over their former love. They shook their head looking at the board. It was for the best that they forget about anything that could distract them.

Not like Ava would be around anymore after that little stunt.

[korraofthereef]

genuinely curious if Kiri has epilepsy or her seizure was setting up a new plot line for the other movies.

James Cameron is an honest to god genius and needs to be studied.

[nicolo-the-author]

Hello everyone! This is a masterpost of my own original story, please do not take any inspiration from the character designs it would be appreciated a lot🌹 This is the main cast of my plot (please do not sexualise the characters), all of them are highschoolers with a whole adventure waiting before them, I will post more about them soon, if you have any questions about the characters, feel free to leave one in the (in)box (idk what it is called sorry🥲)

This is the title and the logo of my original story, you'll see more of it soon, so stay tuned💫💫

[ask-emily-em-emmy]

A Return to Something Like Normal

Sometime during her break, Emily had decided that her apartment, which had previously been meant for one, needed to be updated to meet the requirements of three. She had ordered a few pieces of furniture, including an art desk, foldable tv trays and a new tank with accessories to reunite Ass with her tiny black ball python, Venom. Another exciting purchase, the seraph had ordered a comfy outdoor couch that fit the three of them so they could all sit and watch the sunrise together, although there were several night spent on it as well, watching the stars and sharing their love however they could.

Emily didn’t want to leave her apartment. She’d essentially spent the last few weeks of her vacation nesting with her lovers and the idea of leaving the safety and comfort was not a pleasant one. Of course, they had gone out a few times together, (Shamira had even gone out on her own once) however this was different.

This would mark the first time she was truly separated from Ass since Sera had tried to unmake her.

Hindsight being 20x20, things had worked out for the best in the end! She wouldn’t trade her golden guardian for the world now! But, the fear that perhaps Sera would try again was never far from her mind and the chances of them being as lucky the second time was… slim at best.

And so, despite knowing it would make her a bit late, she spent a few extra minutes that morning on the balcony with her two warriors. A warm cocoon of wings and strong arms enveloping her as they softly spoke, laughing about nothing in particular, all of them trying to pretend they weren’t about to miss each other for the first time since they began.

But all good things must be ruined by career, as one winner had put it a little over a hundred years ago. It hadn’t made much sense at the time considering her career was everything to her then, but it made perfect sense now.

She finished getting ready, final soft kisses given freely to her guardian with a hand on her cheek and hungrier kisses for her flame ending with a light smack to Ass’s rear. Waving goodbye, she opened a portal to just outside the Joy Team™️ office building. She could have placed the portal inside, but something about that felt wrong after her leave of absence.

What she expected to walk into was a pristine office space, probably more well kept than she had left it considering the way that Penelope had assured her she had nothing to worry about. Emily really wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling in her chest knowing that things were running smoothly without her. Something like anxiety or fear that she might be replaced.

(But would that be so bad? A change of career?)

She was not prepared for charred walls, cracked furniture, broken windows and Penelope sitting forlorn at her desk with her head in her hands.

Emily blinked as she looked around at the mess. “Hey Pen, how’s it been… uh… going?” She took cautious steps forward, trying to avoid stepping on debris or tripping over metal reusable bottles.

The winner had a lot of mouse-like features, large rounded ears, a nose that pointed up just a bit past where it did in her mortal life and a tail she generally kept wrapped around her waist like a belt until she got too worked up, when it would end up in her hand as she worried the end. Penelope’s face as she looked up at Emily was very reminiscent of the human she once was though. Her mouth pressed tightly together, her eyebrows scrunched together, her chin dimpled as she did her best not to grind her teeth that sometimes felt too large for her mouth. Tear tracks down her cheeks darkening the short, light fur her heavenly form had given her.

“I lied to you, and if you fire me, I won’t blame you. I thank you for your time and never ending support thus far… please forgive me, Joy Bringer. I am… a failure.” She hung her head low and clamped her hands behind her neck, waiting for Emily to drop the guillotine.

Despite herself, Emily laughed. She threw her head back, not cruelly, but joyously. Maybe Adina was an awful Joy Bringer, but she definitely brought Emily some in that moment.

“I’m not going to fire you, Penelope. You’ve been a very valuable member of this team and I don’t think I’d ever be able to find someone else with your attention to detail.” Penelope looked up hopefully a smile working its way onto her face at the praise. Emily grinned to encourage it, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Now, where’s everyone else? We need to get this place cleaned up!”

Right on cue, the door to the break room burst open and Maple, spraying a fire extinguisher into the room she entered from, appeared.

“Don’t worry, I found the fire extinguisher!” Her antlers held a fire retardant blanket and the fire extinguisher in her hands (which was not one owned by Joy Team™️ last Emily knew) had some of the foam still hanging out of the end of the tube.

“Well! That’s great news! Thank you, Maple!”

Before Emily could say anything more, the break room was alight once more as Terry sneezed. Maple jumped, her little wings flapping high as she let loose the fire extinguisher. “BEGONE HELLFIRE!!!”

To Emily’s eternal amusement and shock, the ceiling decided in that moment to give way, dropping Ellen, Duckton and Chad to the ground, their card game spilling across the floor.

“Emily’s back!!! Is it Monday already?” Ellen laughed nervously as she brushed dust off herself. “We uh, we missed you! Please make sure Adina and Joyer don’t find me pleasepleaseplease…”

“I-”

“Emily! It’s so good to see you! We’re all glad that you’re ba… ba… ahCHOO!!!” Terry’s sneeze lit the corner of Penelope’s cubicle and motivational puppy calendar, the last clean and orderly part of the room, perhaps even the whole building.

With a vicious spray, Maple stopped the fire, coating Penelope and her cubicle.

“Penelope?”

“Yes, Emily?”

“Take the day off.”

“Thank you.”

…

It was long work, but with Emily back at the helm, the remaining crew returned the office to its former glory.

And Emily planned a workshop on safety.

[xxthegreenwitchxxteveo]

Don’t you just hate when your baddies are forced to succumb to a tortured, doomed plotline?

[shouldprobablybereading]

Reading hunger games for the first time while already knowing how everything ends is a weird mix because it’s like oh yeah there’s a Finnick guy who dies right? And then spend 2 min with him and go oh no the Finnick guy is going to die!!!