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wutheringcaterpillar · 10 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you would be willing to write where Tommy finds out he has a step-daughter from Lizzie’s confession (her daughter was born long before Lizzie became a prostitute and hid her pregnancy), but her biological father has full custody. He is curious about his step-daughter, sets out to find her, and ends up wanting her for himself.

Warnings: stepcest, dubcon, smut, creampie, age gap (reader 18, Tommy in his forties), daddy kink, tommy being a shit husband🤣, some choking

thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!

“Tommy I just don’t know about this. Why is he here?! He’s a dangerous man and I hadn’t planned on seeing him ever again! The egotistic, sharp tongue bastard..” Tommy had never seen Lizzie in such a frantic state. She was pacing the kitchen biting her nails, her brain scattered with memories from her past lover back in high school. He was now a powerful banker who laundered money, and abused his position by making the rich, richer, never fighting for his people but against them.

Something seemed off, his wife was always well composed even when something bothered her, and this he could tell was bothering her. She’d never admit it but she was scared of him, he knew something about her Tommy didn’t and she was concerned her husband would look at her differently.

Downing a glass filled to the brim of red wine, she pulled out a cigarette while Tommy sat in a chair, thumbs rubbing together while his eyesbrows furrowed together.

“What does he have over you eh? It must be something for you to be drinking at nine in the fucking morning with Ruby here.” She scoffed, blowing smoke into the atmosphere. She had to tell him, what choice did she have? He was meeting with Hector tonight for business, and she loathed it immensely. When she wasn’t sitting down, Tommy stood up stopping her in her tracks, giving her no option but to look into his piercing blue eyes. He could tell she was on the brink of tears but was holding her heavy emotions back, or trying to at least.

“Take a breath and talk to me. I can’t help you if you’re hiding something.” His eyes searched her worried expression for an answer, hands settled gently on her arms.

Contemplating her decision, she caved.

“I have a daughter Tommy. A fucking daughter can you believe that? I knew Hector back in school, we were lovers and he lead me to believe he’d always be there. That was until I became pregnant with Y/N. I was overjoyed at first but when her first birthday arrived I was having a bad night and-“ She stopped for a moment, sniffling and wiping at her nose. Tommy nodded reassuringly that it was alright for her to continue.

“And I fucking came home drunk and found him fucking another girl. I lost my shit as any woman would, and-and I stupidly pulled out a gun and fired, I nearly killed my own fucking daughter. She walked into the room behind me and the door startled me, I missed her by hardly a centimeter. He then filed for custody, had his whore of a mistress as a witness and I fucking lost. He left me without money, without visitation rights, I was homeless and desperate for money. I haven’t seen her since…She should be 18 now, a full grown adult can you believe that?” Tommy wiped away one of her tears caringly, no judgement present in his sapphire eyes.

“We all have bad days eh? Why didn’t you just tell me?” She fell to the chair, weeping hysterically. She thought to herself, ‘God woman pull yourself together this was almost two decades ago’. Tommy still stayed unphazed, an idea etching his brain.

His thumbs caressed her shaking hands, taking a seat and watching his wife fall apart the worst he’s seen her. He was Tommy fucking Shelby, surely he could find Y/N for her.

“Love, look at me. I could find her eh?” Her breathing seemed to steady as she patted her heated cheeks with a tissue.

“You would do that for me?” Tommy shrugged like the proposal was nothing. Surely it couldn’t be that difficult after all the other fuckers he’s had to deal with and figure out their patterns.

Within a week Tommy had your location but hadn’t told Lizzy just in case you weren’t willing to come. After traveling for three hours, here he was in his black suit standing at the doorstep of a brick apartment building just outside of the city.

Cars aligned the sides of the road yet no one was really outside. Clearing his throat, he knocked at the door.

“Coming! Hold on!” He raised his eyebrows, your voice still sounded young for a eighteen year old girl. Surely daddy’s money paid for you to be able to afford a place of your own but hell what did he know. Yeah he did his research before coming but Hector did well as a father and keeping your profile low considering his business dealings, but not low enough for Thomas Shelby.

When you opened the door in nothing but your silk pjs, chewing on a piece of candy, the chilly wind blew your hair wild while your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

Surely this couldn’t be Lizzie’s daughter? She was too damn attractive.

“Do I know you?” Your arms crossed from the cold air. The tall, mysterious man was dressed more formal than most people you knew aside from your father. He had a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and smelt of cigarettes with a hint of cologne that wasn’t too powerful.

“Do you always answer the door in your pajamas? You never know who might be on the other side. Can I come in? I’m a friend of your father’s.” Shrugging, you walked back inside leaving the door open for him. Silly girl, clearly your father has never taught you to never trust strangers. Tommy couldn’t help but stare at the way your ass jiggled with each movement in the snug blue fabric. Lapping his tongue over his lip, he checked his surrounding before following you in and closing the door behind him.

“Tea?” Tommy waved you off, politely declining before taking a seat in the kitchen while lighting a cigarette, spreading the tip over his lip before lighting the flame.

God you were a cute, devilish little thing. He could tell with each delicate step on the newly put in floor you were going to be trouble. Such smoothe, youthful skin. Especially the way you strutted around him, breasts bouncing with each joyful movement.

He was more than interested to see where this might go but business was needed to be had first. When you took a seat beside him, his eyes diverted from your body up to your innocent, enticing eyes. God even the way you batted your eyelashes was making him shift his growing shaft in his seat beneath the table.

“I’m Thomas Shelby from Birmingham. I’m here because your mother just recently told me about you.” You stopped chewing, wiping away the milk that was now dripping from your chin. The white substance sending filthy ideas to Tommy’s mind. Shit he had to focus.

“My mother? Who are you her husband?” When he didn’t respond, merely raising his eyebrows and making a clicking sound with his tongue gave you the answer you were in search for.

It was fascinating to him how suddenly the subject of Lizzie seemed to silence you. Your lips turned upside down into a frown as you cleared your throat looking toward the window instead of at Tommy’s frigid, introspective stare.

Offering you a smoke, you declined, arms wrapping around yourself as you changed the subject, wanting to avoid the anxiety this situation caused you.

“Mr. Shelby, if this was the only reason you came out here I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I just can not face her. Not after she abandoned me. If she loved me she would have put in an effort long ago. Is there anything else I can help you with?” With your avoidance of the topic, you stood up but could still feel his eyes on you as you discarded the dirty dish into the sink.

Replenishing his cigarette, he sat with his hands folded when you returned to the room, his posture straight with determined, curious eyes. Unsettling you slightly yet you were unable to look away.

“This is going nowhere so I’m just going to get to the point. Do you want to fuck Y/N?” His bluntness left you speechless, eyes growing wide. Yes he was very attractive, the palpable tensions growing stronger when he stood up from his seat and began inching toward you, circling and stopping at your backside. His bulge now pressing firmly against your ass.

His fingers touched your thigh, grazing over the sensitive skin lightly while his lips rested behind your ear. “Have you ever had a man satisfy you love?” His fingers inched further up into your pathetic excuse of shorts, hand resting on your heated mound, your wetness having stained through your panties. He caressed the eager area gently leaving you stood frozen in your tracks. Gulping back the nervous thoughts, you shook your head no. He circled over your sex, massaging the untouched skin while he placed a soft, chaste kiss beneath your ear.

“Your mum and dad wouldn’t have to know. You seem like a smart girl, surely you could keep a secret eh?” His free hand tucking itself underneath your shirt, grazinf over your naval. As he ascended up, shivers of anticipation riddled your spine, an aching sensation, a dire need washing over you when he grasped your breast, fondling the cushiony skin greedily, fingers twisting and pulling at your hardened nipple lightly.

“One thing I’ve learned is resisting temptation only escalates our most desirable wants and I know a young girl like you, you’ve had to hold back for so long haven’t you love?” His fingers dipped in between your heated folds making your eyes fluttered closed, head falling back onto his broad shoulder involuntarily.

Tommy couldn’t help but smirk to himself, having euch a young, pretty girl that was supposed to be forbidden so easily desperate at the slightest touch of his fingertips.

When he pulled out his digits, you breathlessly whined from the sudden emptiness unexpectedly. He had you right where he wanted you.

“All you have to do is say yes Y/N..” Fuck you knew this was wrong, but his alluring scent and seductive yet intimidating blue eyes only increased the moistening of your cunt.

He could feel your heartbeat thud eratically, the trim of your waist wriggling from anticipation against his hardened member, all the young, intense thoughts he could imagine driving through your mind.

In the heat of the moment you turned around in his arms gracefully, hair flowing innocently, the strawberry scent being the last thing Tommy inhaled before your plush, delicate lips clashed against his.

His large hands held your cheeks softly, deepening the kiss with each passing second, tongue delving in and intertwining with yours. He tasted of cigarettes and mint, like a man should of his demeanor.

Effortlessly, he swoopped you up beneath your thighs, skin slapping against the wooden table when he set you down.

His hands grazed the delicate curves of your body, grasping at any and every part of you while the strap of your shirt descended from your shoulder, Tommy’s lips instantly connecting to the warmth of your neck. Leaving hickies on your neck, wanting people to know you had been taken.

Your hands fumbled with his leather belt, making him smirk in between the pursing of his lips.

“Eager are we love? Knew that innocent act was merely a facade.”

Peeling off your shirt, he ripped off your thin excuse of bottoms, revealing your dripping cunt, slick leaking our of your untouched rose onto the surface. Tommy felt his cock pulsate when it was released, slapping against his abdomen.

Your teeth bit down on the skin of your bottom lip, lashes batting desperately for him.

“Is my step daddy going to fuck me nice and hard?” Tommy scoffed before positioning himself between your thighs, his cock plummeting into your explosive heat, walls already feeling as if they were squeezing his shaft from how exceptionally tight you were.

“Ah, fuck…” The pain was present but the feeling of being so stuffed, an empty void filled from his large member was overwhelmingly pleasurable. The sight of you so breathless with your eyebrows furrowed initiated Tommy to have little to no regard for patience, needing to take you right here and right now.

When he pulled out he pounded right into you, causing your hands to almost lost their balance on the table, boobs bouncing with each powerful thrust.

“How’s that for nice and hard sweetheart?” Before you had a chance to respond, his nauls dug into the smoothe skin of your hips while he rutted into you, hitting your cervix relentlessly, needing to feel that sweet release inside of you.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, your back fell onto the table, fists curling at the edges while your eyes glanced down, lips agape at the sight of your step father bottoming out in you. His fingers connecting at your throbbing, pulsating clit rubbing fast but sensual circles into the sensitive area.

“Daddy…” Your voice was hoarse, on the verge of cracking from the overstimulation, only egging him on more.

Balls slapping against your skin with each impulsive blow, your hips rolled against him in unison, grinding down until you felt the texture of his partially unshaved hair, needing every singular inch of his cock buried in you.

His eyes never left your vulnerable body, focusing on how with each movement your body responded positively, feeling the warmth of your hot nectar coating and warming his length.

You were beautiful, sexy, breathtakingly attractive displayed beneath him, lips parted lustfully as he devoured you.

“Are you going to cum for daddy hm? Cum all over me cock, my little whore.” The degrading words stroke you in a fulfilling need, a building desire bubbling inside you. You felt like a dirty little secret, having sex with an older man who happened to be your step father, so wrong yet felt so, so right.

His frigid touch sent chills down your spine when he wrapped his large hand around your throat, holding you down while he continued to pump in and out of your dripping cunt, watching how your pussy was so willing and eager to take him.

You were close, so close to your climax.

“Ke-keep going. Harder..” You barely managed to muffle out from the grip he had on your neck. His frigid, cold eyes staring at you with a animalistic expression, a sly smirk on his face.

Your wish was his command. The entire table shook beneath you, a glass vase falling off and shattering on the floor while your eyes fluttered back.

His free hand grasped your breast, clutching the cushiony skin when he felt your toes curl around his waist.

“Go on love, don’t hold back. Show me how that pretty pussy feels… Cum for me.” Within seconds your lustful, loud moans were filling the room as you came undone, your sweet nectar flowing like a river down onto Tommy’s cock. The beautiful, euphoric reaction of your high not allowing him to wait any longer. His seed spilling out into your pussy, shooting sporadically against your walls painting your insides white.

When he pulled out he looked at the work of art, watching his cum leaking out if you before pushing it back inside making you mewl from his touch.

“There, there. You’ll be alright. I have to get going, your mother is expecting me anytime now.” You pouted in confusion, unsure if you were to ever see Tommy again. He noticed the fret in your expression and made an offer.

“I don’t want any of these fuckers touching you. I have the money and your mother doesn’t have to know I could buy you your own place in Birmingham. A safe property, not too far from me but not close enough your mum would ever figure it out. How does that sound darling? I could offer you anything and everything you ever wanted, including me cock anytime you want…” This was a big decision and maybe you would have been thinking more clearly if he hadn’t just fucked you senseless. Agreeing to the terms, he nodded, gathering his belongings and kissing you gently on the cheek. Before he could leave you stopped him.

“Wha-what are you going to tell my mum?” Lighting a cigarette, he blew the smoke from his lips.

“Don’t worry she’ll never know I found you, but if you change your mind. I have her number. She’s not a bad person, your mum just think about that eh? All the information you may not know. Life lesson one from a step father to his daughter, always know both sides of the story, only way to play the game your way.”

When Tommy drove home Lizzie was pacing once more with a dire need to know if her husband had found you or made any progress.

“Well, what did you find out?” Tommy shook his head no, causing Lizzie to frown in sadness, feeling on the brink of tears once more though this journey always seemed to end the same, absolutely nowhere.

“Dead end. Maybe one day she will come around eh?” Lizzie was filled with sorrow, going to her coping mechanism of having a glass of whiskey and a smoke. Meanwhile Tommy was adjusting himself beneath the desk, reminiscing your sweet scent and the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock, fucking perfect you were and within a week you’d be moved out here, 45 minutes away. A drive he was willing to make for his newly found step daughter.

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #ranaewrites

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razorblade180 · 8 months ago

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Streamer AU 6

Number 5 <-

Weiss:*rolls into view*….I’ve returned.

Yang:The bitch is back.

Weiss:Wow! Okay, rude. It’s not like I really left. I was in your streams all the time. I just don’t feel like doing my own after missions.

Yang:And yet somehow you still have more subscribers than me.

Photo Bunny gifted 30 subs

Weiss:Oh my gods! Velvet, thank you so much!

Yang:And the rich get richer!!!

Weiss:She says, knowing I’m not rich anymore.

Yang:And yet the money still pours in. Chat, make her play a horror game for being gone for so long.

“Yes!”

“PLEASE!”

“Alien Isolation.”

Weiss:Absolutely not. We have plans already. I’m just waiting for my co-host.

Yang:What am I then?

Weiss:A person who saw me hit the “live” button and immediately hopped into call to call me a bitch.

Yang:It’s in all in good love.

The Reaper: “Ayo! Look who’s back!”

Yang:Ruby, call Weiss a bitch.

Weiss:I’ll un-mod you. I’ve learned to do that recently.

Ruby: *enters call* Oh gods, chat, she’s learning computers. Tech savvy Weiss is dangerous. Who taught her such power?

Weiss:Your girlfriend.

Ruby:Oh, sorry chat. My girl can do no wrong.

Protector of Friendship: “💚”

Ruby:What’s the gameplan today? “Just chatting?” We can play Uno again.

Weiss:You hate teamwork. I swear you do.

Yang:Sends us on a life threatening mission where trust is needed, just to ruin it a day later.

Thunder Thighs: “How was mission? Everyone okay?”

Weiss:It was just bandits. Lots and lots of them. Unfortunately they ruined a village so most of the expenses went to rebuilding the town.

Yang:Chat, this woman is only on camera right now because her power bill is scaring her. This cute face has a price tag.

Weiss:Hey! I actually missed gaming. It’s oddly relaxing when I don’t listen to Ruby’s suggestions. Or Blake’s.

Ninja of Love: “League actually isn’t that bad.”

Ruby:That’s what I’m saaaaaying!

Yang:Don’t listen to them. They’re ill and can’t be cured.

Weiss:*looks at scroll*…Oh, I’ll be right back. Yang, you’re in charge. *gets up*

Ruby:Why not me?

Weiss:Because Yang doesn’t play League!

Ruby:You two lack vision. The four of us could be our own team! We could grab a few more friends and train for tournaments.

Ren: *enters call* Ruby, you are way too toxic for that. *leaves call*

Yang:Hahahahaha!

Ruby:You can’t just show up to say that!?

Weiss walks back into view rolling a second chair next to her. She’s then handed a coffee cup she gladly sips as she sits back down, all nice and cozy. Sitting next to her is Jaune, chilling in her merch hoodie as he waves.

Jaune:Hello…

“Whaaaat?”

“Oh it’s the guy.”

“Hi Jaaaaaaune!”

“Nerd alert”

“Co-host?”

Yang:I can’t believe you chose the other blonde over me. How cruel. What does he have I don’t?

Jaune:*holds up Kingdom Hearts*

Ninjas of Love: “FINALLY!”

Yang:..I would’ve bought it.

Ruby:Alright, maybe you chose better than Uno.

Weiss:Okay everyone, you can guess tonight’s game. It’s not like it hasn’t won several polls.

Ruby:Oh! Oh! Weiss, sub goal idea! 80 subs and you have to do a cover of the opening!

Weiss:I haven’t even heard it yet!

Jaune:You might like it more than the song from FFX.

Weiss:….

Yang:She’s setting you up for success.

Weiss:…We will circle back to that. Speaking of FFX, same rules apply. I don’t need back-seating from chat. My wonderful co-host here will help manage the stream and aid me with anything I ask.

Blake: *enters call* Jaune, what version is that?

Jaune:It’s from the 1.5 collection, so final mix. Post the patch.

Blake:You’re a good man.

Weiss:Do you want the camera on you or is that uncomfortable?

Jaune:I’m okay. This setup is nice.

Ruby:Questions like these wouldn’t be an issue if you got a VTube model. Penny could hook you up.

Weiss:I only recently learned how to fix normal PC problems. Don’t put that burden on me.

Yang:What does OBS stand for?

Weiss:I saved your life yesterday. What’s your damage with me?

Big Bags & Miniguns: “Is this the mystery boyfriend we’ve been searching for?”

Weiss:Cocoa, you’ve known Jaune forever. He’s always been around as a mod.

Thunder Thighs: “That wasn’t a no.”

Jaune:I literally showed my copy of the game. You all know why I’m here.

Cardinal Pride: “As if she’d date someone as lame as-

Message Deleted

Photo Bunny: “Please remember the chat guidelines before typing”

Ruby:I would’ve blocked him.

Weiss:He gets one more chance. I’m in a good mood.

Jaune:That’s the Kingdom Hearts spirit. *puts disc in*

Weiss:This won’t make me cry like Final Fantasy did, will it?

Blake:Oh….sweetie….

Weiss:*inhales* Great.

Yang:I already made a crude layout for the singing goal. I swear graphic designers should be thankful I like cars and fighting Grimm more.

Jaune:Don’t have any lower goals?

Weiss:I’m 20 away from having to cosplay a character from a game I’ve played. They also get to vote on an emote.

BB&MG: “How many subs for a boyfriend reveal?”

Weiss:…*rubs chin*

Ruby:You’re thinking about it!?

Weiss:I mean I’d have to talk it over with him to see if he’s comfortable with others knowing, but also that goal has to be high enough for Cocoa to be scared.

Jaune:….This game isn’t terribly long, and you have new followers. Personally I’d shoot for no less than 300.

The Monkey King: “Bleed her dry. 350”

BB&MG: “I thought we were friends Sun?”

Weiss:350 it is! After I discuss it of course.

“You’re on!”

“You underestimate our power!”

“I swear if it’s Neptune.”

“Just wait until payday!”

Yang:Like I said, the rich get richer.

#rwby #rwby au #streamer au #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #lie ren #nora valkyrie #velvet scarlatina #coco adel #rwby whiteknight

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moonwatcher3 · 9 months ago

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GUYS.

there’s a summary at the end btw

what if and hear me out here… Ruby is timid because @teethwitheyes101-blog was right about their head cannon and people look down on her for having the “weak fire” coloring? and so hear me out on this next one BUT. (scroll past the next picture)

tourmaline has one of the stronger fire colors in scale indications that teeth with eyes has supplied us with, so that’s why she was the stronger daughter who was hold and brave, because also scarlet has the scale colors right in the middle of ruby and tourmaline, btw !!SPOILERS FOR ESCAPING PERIL!!, so closer to the end of the book when it’s discovered that Ruby is actually tourmaline with a spell over her earring maybe just maybe it was so that way none of Scarlets kids would be brave enough to challenge her? because if tourmaline had stronger fire than Scarlet, Scarlet would be aware of the fact tourmaline would have much more strength than Scarlet did, so she killed the original Ruby and then the spell on the earring made “Ruby” believe she had never been any other dragon but Ruby, that way Scarlet did not have to die from her stronger daughter before she got the chance to be queen for the rest of her life and “Ruby” thought she was too weak to challenge her mom, so she lived obediently, then we break into the point when scarlet and “Ruby” are about to fight over who gets to be queen “Ruby” isn’t willing to do assuming she would never win, but as SOON as she gets to be Tourmaline again she’s confident in her strength and beats Scarlet resulting in the evil queens death, just think about it! Scarlet had an animus at the time when she had that earring made and she had two daughters one of which could have very well been able to kill her! and scarlet had already shown a willing to kill her kids, so with her last two kids what if she was so power hungry that she decided to off her weakest of the two then make the strong one believe she was weak rather than just having someone kill Tourmaline for her? also clearly Scarlet has a way powerful ego so she most likely would literally never been willing to hire an assassin rather than do the dirty work herself! also! she would want to kill her much stronger daughter while making a spectacle of it, she would want everyone to see it, but she couldn’t do that if she had a definite disadvantage! so as a summary, scarlet totally killed the real ruby because she was weak, made tourmaline (who is much stronger fire) believe that she WAS ruby for her whole life so that scarlet could be queen even longer!

this is long and possibly a yap sesh BUT i was looking for cool WOF aus to read through and teeth with eyes’ art came up making me think of the leaked pictures of the escaping peril graphic novel and how Ruby is darker in color than everyone imagined which gave me this whole thing that ive typed out :3 tbh i was originally looking for motivation to write my own AU but then this happened 😅 but this is so much more fun bro

apologies for the yapping but no one irl that i know likes wof like i do so you guys get to suffer my ideas 😭

also thank you teethwitheyes101! I didn’t want to tag you multiple times in one post but i did tag you because i do not want to look like i’m trying to steal art, and i did my best to crop the picture with your user, i hope you aren’t upset at me for putting your art in my post, if you are lmk!!

#digital art #wings of fire #wof #digital drawing #digital illustration #for you #wof art #wof design #digital painting #dragon art #wings of fire au #headcanon #headcannons #wof dragon #wof scarlet #wof skywing

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ficretus · 4 months ago

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*years after canon events*

Jaune: Turn on the TV, trailer is about to go live.

Yang: Gotta say VB, pretty impressive they are making movie about you.

Ruby: Not to brag, but I got a movie first.

Weiss: Five movies to be precise. They are kind of milking it at this point.

Oscar: Shhh, this is Jaune's big moment.

*trailer starts*

Narrator: Experience the untold story of one of the Remnant's greatest Huntsmen.

Papa Arc: Son, your mother and I are getting divorced. You are moving with me... to Mistral.

*dreary music plays*

Jaune: Is this place always foggy?

Papa Arc: You'll get used to it.

*in school*

Sun: Oh you are the new one here. I'm Sun and this is Neptune.

Neptune: S'up.

Sun: Haven is bit different than other schools, but you'll get used to it. That over there is rest of my team. That over there is Team ABRN and that...

*lightning strikes, rain starts pouring outside, three people walk into cafeteria*

Jaune: Who are they?

Neptune: *chuckles* Oh, that's Cinder's team. They are bit weird.

Cinder: *looks Jaune in the eye*

Narrator: And their paths would cross again

*Jaune's cereals spill, Cinder lifts them with gust of wind before they can fall*

Jaune: *gasp* How did you do that?

Cinder: Aura. *walks out disinterested*

Narrator: And again.

Jaune: *falls out of window*

Cinder: *catches him* You should be careful.

Jaune: You can fly?

Cinder: I just jumped high... adrenaline.

Narrator: Because Cinder Fall is not an ordinary girl.

*Jaune and Cinder alone in the forest*

Jaune: You can fly, you can control elements without using Dust, weather changes around you, your Aura... is different than anything I've seen before. I know what you are.

Cinder: *growls* Say it out loud. Say it.

Jaune: Maiden.

Cinder: Then ask me a question. How did I get this power? *takes off her top revealing emblem on her back*

Jaune: You are beautiful.

Cinder: I am a killer Jaune.

Jaune: I don't care.

Narrator: JAUNE ARC AND THE TWILIGHT MAIDEN. Coming soon to the theaters.

Cinder: Jaune, this is my mother... Salem.

Salem: Welcome to the family Jaune.

*trailer ends*

Jaune: *speechless*

Yang: Gotta give it to you VB, this could be the worst movie of the year.

Blake: It looks alright. We are definitely watching it in theaters Yang.

Yang: *hisses* Absolutely not.

Ruby: And I thought they went bit too far with my movies when I fought Superman.

Mercury: That chick's acting was awful.

Cinder: She is passable imitation of me. Although her body can't hold a candle to mine.

Mercury: I meant the one playing Jaune.

Emerald: You are just mad because they gender swapped you, Mercury.

Mercury: And chick that plays me has two healthy legs. Truly a dark day for proper representation.

Jaune: None of you are taking this seriously. This is... awful. World is gonna get completely wrong idea of me. Look at me! I'm a Cinder's lovesick stalker in this!

Cinder: Relax. It's just a dumb movie. People will watch it and forget it before they even leave the theaters.

*years later*

Narrator: JAUNE ARC AND THE DAWN MAIDEN... PART 1.

Jaune: They are still making them?!

Ruby: Well. At least they didn't send you to space... yet.

#cinder fall #jaune arc #rwby jaune arc #rwby cinder fall #knightfall #rwby knightfall #ruby rose #arcfall #rwby #rwby shitpost #rwby ruby rose #rwby yang #yang xiao long

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thetwstwildcard · 4 months ago

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"I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love."

Full Name: Nasira Salim

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 18

Sexuality: Demisexual

Birthday: October 9th

Star Sign: Libra

Height: 168 cm (roughly 5'6)

Eye Color: Ruby

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Dominant Hand: Left

Voice Claim: Aya Hirano (Japanese) Natalie Van Sistine (English)

Inspiration: Mozenrath

Homeland: Land of Hot Sands

Dorm: Scarabia

Year: 2nd

Club: Board Game Club

Best Subject: Ancient Curses

Worst Subject: Music

Favorite Food: Fattoush

Likes: Quiet atmospheres, smooth fabrics (her favorites are silks and cashmere), the sound of running water, her role, serving Kalim, trying to make her family proud and sunlight (the warmth, she tends to run colder)

Dislikes: Genies, people who do not behave/follow their "role", those who take their freedom/status for granted, people against Kalim, being seen as just a "pretty thing", people not taking her skills seriously/who look down at her designs and being seen as weak

Biggest Fear: Becoming magicless once again

Personality: The curt yet soft spoken clothing designer of Scarabia. She rarely talks to others, outside of those close to Kalim. She will be colder to people until Kalim "approves" of them, where after she will be kinder. Do not interrupt her while she is working on a project. The "model servant", her life revolves around her "role" and she is too afraid to step outside of it. She actually has strong opinions and can be rather sarcastic/sassy but she tends to hold her tongue and "behave" to "not shame Kalim/her family".

Unique Magic: Xerxes: Summons skeletal helpers that can assist her in whatever task she asks of them, though they cannot be out for long, she tends to avoid using it.

Trivia:

The only one who makes Kalim's clothing, her entire family works closely with his family and so she was sent to NRC with him to be in charge of his wardrobe.

Born magicless, upon finding a genie, her sole wish was to get magic, which she did... From the body of a deceased powerful sorcerer which replaced her arm (and attempted to strangle her when it was first attached, hence her bandages)

Because she was not born with magic, but now has powerful magic, she is prone to blot and must limit her magic usage (hard on her body)

Argues with Jamil over their status (she "likes" serving Kalim because she "has a purpose")

Dislikes Idris as it was his UM that lead her to find the genie (his UM leads people to their destiny)

Always has a black handkerchief in case she is around others when she overdoes it (will cough blot)

The more she overdoes it, the more the black markings on her increases (as seen on her arm and eye, it is possible that in her adulthood, if not careful, her eyes will be completely black)

If she fully overbloted, she would die

Serves Kalim due to an offhand comment he made about liking the clothing she made him as children, how he "always wanted to wear her designs" and so, her family took his childish idea as a demand and made it her life.

While she is hard working, she can be found resting around the dorm when not with Kalim (to avoid accumulation of blot)

Is very protective of her sewing/design room and will throw a sewing needle at anyone who lets themselves in without her permission.

Avoids love/romance (helps she's demi) because it would "distract" her from focusing on her "role"

Is a good singer and on the off occasion can be found singing to herself at night with the door open to her sewing room

Has to wake up early to put on all the accessories of her dorm uniform (her mother demands it to "look pretty" by Kalim's side)

Does somewhat dislike Kalim (won't let herself admit it) only because due to his words, she doesn't get freedom. She actually would be an influential designer and is highly sought after, but she always turns offers down because "she can only design for Kalim" (due to their families, more so hers)

Is surprisingly close to Isidoros, the two have jokingly called themselves the "money bought our friendship" duo. Though Nasira thinks much higher of Kalim than Isi thinks of Idia. Aka Kalim's family buys any material Nasira asks for to make Kalim outfits and for Isi, Idia's family bailed his family agriculture business out of going bankrupt by making his sister (way too young and after their parents' traumatic death) sign a contract resulting in Isi having to stay with Idia for half of the year. Isi is so far, outside of Kalim and Jamil, is the only one who can put his hands on Nasi.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #twstoc #twst ocs #twst #Nasira Salim #main 7 #main girls #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Scarabia #Scarabia oc #twsted wonderland #twsted oc #and my main girls revamps are done!!!

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noneatnonedotcom · 3 months ago

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elaborating on the Highschool DXD/rwby idea me and weatherman came up with.

we're probably gonna have to start the story well before cannon, just because with the abilities of warlord jaune being natural to him I doubt he'd be an unknown for long.

so jaune's gonna be 12, along with most of the rwby cast living in America. ruby is 10

first up jaune, jaune arc is not at all related to joan of arc in fact his family has no heroic ancestry at least on a mythical level. his ancestors have been soldiers in the united states since the revolution. his powers quite literally come out of nowhere. when jaune realizes that he has spidersense and instant mastery of anyweapon he picks up as well as making the weapon glow white and gold and be way stronger he decides to become a superhero. unknowingly starting a one man war with the devils and fallen in North America. his family is not Christian and holds no gods instead the follow the ancient Celtic tradition that the cycle of reincarnation is an endless battle to prove honor and conquer everything you can before you die so you can do It all again in the next life.

ozpin: ozpin is a wizard who was obsessed with reincarnation and uncovering the mysteries of it. as a result of his experiments he made it that every time he died he would wake up in the body of a new born no memory lost, he does have to deal with growing up every time though. his current body is named oscar and while young his magical know how makes him pretty much the defacto leader of the American mystical defense league. he lives in Canada.

salem: an ancient princess who sought eternal youth, she succeeded and lives semi happily in the north American wilderness occasionally offering magical aid to those who find her. she's got a soft spot for romance as she grew up on ideals of courtly love. she's exceptionally knowledgeable but is enjoying her retirement from mystical bullshit.

summer rose: servent to salem she was the main protector of north America for a long time. she has a unique mutation that hinders magic connected to her silver eyes. intense emotions cause her eyes to flash removing all magic in her sight. with an enchanted axe she's quite capable of handling most threats in north America since the place is pretty dead magically speaking. easily able to take on low class devils and strays she worked with her team to take on the forces of darkness. her day job is a school teacher for a private school run by salem.

tai-yang xiao-long: a user of senjutsu his mastery is at a pretty low level, still more than enough to keep his friends safe his day job is a martial arts instructor.

qrow branwren: the scar qrow himself. qrow got a job working for the feds as he got older being sent out to investigate strange occurrences for the department of mystic investigation or the DMI as the only one who actually gets paid for looking into this bullshit his friends make him foot the bill for travel most of the time. he doesn't mind too much since he lives with tai and summer. taught by ozpin in his last life qrow's a pretty average mage. still more than enough to handle the threats he gets put up against. now if only he knew why those fallen assholes had such an interest in him.

raven branwren: currently working as muscle for whatever criminal will hire her raven is most well known for her enchanted katana that she stole and will never give back. it enhances her physical abilities and she's the main villain jaune faces as he tries to be a super hero. she's well aware she's not that strong in the grand scheme of things but she's got a talent for getting jaune riled up to fight and then leaving her enemies to deal with him, kid's too easy.

ruby rose: ten year old daughter of summer rose and inheritor of her eyes ruby was born with the sacred gear petal burst which being a dryad allows her to turn herself into rose petals and move at extremely high speeds. she prefers her magic shooting laser gun. but she can summon a rose themed scythe when in melee combat. she doesn't need to make it a scythe but she's a little edge lord.

weiss schnee: daughter of a wealthy buisness magnate weiss was obsessed with the occult secretly she wants to be a magical girl. her studies allowed her to buy a magical rapier that increased her abilities in combat. she's also a pretty good hand at magic though she'll need to be better to fight the forces of evil with love! she is also from the great white north.

blake belladona: nekomata who's parents are first generation immigrants to the united states, they came here for work and fell in love with the country. blake is a huge weeb and wants to be a ninja. she's currently studying senjutsu to better aid that goal. she will go out of her way to make mysterious entrances and exits. she has a ninjato her parents got for her that has been mystically enchanted to be able to cut anything.

yang xiao-long: daughter of tai-yang she also studies senjutsu but has a much greater talent for it. already well on her way to mastery she also has a sacred gear. burning vengeance is a dragon based sacred gear that absorbs kinetic energy and redistributes it. in time yang will learn to power it via her own punches as well as direct kinetic energy in such a way that she's practically invincible. but for now she's only just discovered it. it appears as a pair of gauntlets and grants her more power based on how hard she is hit.

pyrrha nikos: descendant of Achilles pyrrha was told from a young age she was destined for greatness. growing without pear she thought her only option was to be picked up by some faction of the supernatural and that would be it, instead she met jaune and for once fought someone just as talented. this lit a fire in her that hasn't gone out since she will find out just who this "huntsman" really is and she will have him join her. together they shall forge their own destiny.

she holds the spear and sheild of her ancestor. Diatrekhōn Astēr Lonkhē: Straightforward is sometimes the best way to go. Rather than rely on special capabilities that form the core of a fighting style, the best course of action is to have a reliable weapon that enhances what you can do even without it. The spear of Achilles does just that. A very well made weapon, with a sharp and sturdy design, with high capability for use as a spear and a throwing javelin. It has two magical abilities. The first is that the wounds created by the spear cannot be healed without very powerful magic, so long as the spear exists. the wounds this weapon makes become part of the normal state of any victim.

The second ability is to create a bounded field for dueling. A battleground is created where it becomes impossible for gods, outside help or luck of any kind to interfere in the battle between the two combatants. This created battleground is a separate dimension, divided in space and time from the outside world, ensuring any duel lasts just a brief moment to outside view. The duel rules are decided on by both combatants together, but enforced fully on agreement, and the battleground can only be summoned provided both agree with full knowledge of the details of this ability. Only once one of the two are defeated can the field be escaped.

Akhilleus Kosmos: "The shield made for Achilles by the god Hephaestus. Engraved with a detailed depiction of the Greek world, the shield, beyond being an effective indestructible object, is able to project a immensely powerful bounded field in response to any attack. the bounded field acts as if all of Greece was between the attacker and you when activated. Should an attack be incapable of piercing both through such a magical dimensional construct and lack the power to tear through an entire country, it will fail to reach you. However, not only does the shield’s bounded field cost energy to activate and maintain, it will prove far less capable against any attack particularly capable against ‘worlds’ or dimensional constructs like this."

nora: daughter of thor, nora was supposed to be at home learning to fight, she instead stole her father's chariot and went to America to see what kind of trouble she could get into. as a demi-god she's quite strong and can control holy lightning. she's the equal of pyrrha physically though because she likes to skip out on training she's not quite as skilled. she uses a hammer as large as she is. it's enchanted not to break under her strength but that's it. and that's all she needs.

her dad wishes she would stay put, he misses hanging out with his darling baby girl and making massive thunderstorms together.

Ren: son of a chinese sword master ren has been on the path of physical cultivation for as long as he can remember. meditating daily to put more and more energy from his senjutsu into his body strengthening it. as he father says muscles, unlike women, will never betray you.

after all technique requires a specific stance or situation to be useful, muscles will always be ready. he's been friends with jaune since they were little but only recently has jaune discovered his abilities.

ren's sword storm flower is a gift given to him by nora made in a Chinese style it is capable of cultivating with him being infused with just as much senjutsu as he is.

first arc: let's be heroes! jaune uncovers his powers and decides to be a superhero not knowing about the supernatural world. he ends up picking fights with devils who own his territory and between them and the criminals he has his hands full. he tends to just use whatever is on hand if it's a surprise attack but when he's going out in his costume (a pumpkin Pete hoodie with a mask he can pull up) he takes his baseball bat with him. while doing his hero thing he meets all sorts of people that he will later team up with and also starts to get the attention of various magical factions. second arc: this is mine now! jaune is able to weild a piece of the hold sword Excalibur. more than that he's now on the hunt for all the pieces the only saving grace is that he has school so his travels are only infrequent. ren pushes his cultivation further while helping his friend. and pyrrha creates her red huntress persona to try and get closer to jaune. nora joins in an becomes her side kick.

Weiss begins her decent ascension into being a magical girl. and knowing that the power of friendship is how to win brings ruby yang and blake with her. they mainly just beat up low level devils and mages but they have fun.

arc three: fake heroes! the hero faction tries to recruit our heroes will they succeed? and why are our heroes just mercilessly mocking the hero faction of the chaos brigade? isn't this just bullying?

not sure what to do for arcs past this leme know what you'd do

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#rwby #jaune arc #rwby au #[email protected] fics #au

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ask-whitepearl-and-steven · 1 year ago

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It feels like something with Amethyst was supposed to happen in the cannon show, since she was overcooked and when she fused, most of the time it seemed like she gave a huge boost in power. The Garnet fusion made them huge and strong and her fusion with Steven seemed to tap into power his body hadn't developed enough for. It's like there was supposed to be some buried power reveal from her. There's also the thing with how she can shape shift all the time with no issue even though it's supposed to be draining and have negative effects. Was that ever addressed?

Hmm. While the idea is fascinating, and I understand how it might be tempting (weak(er*) character has been SECRETLY SUPER POWERFUL ALL ALONG woo, underdog!) I don't necessarily think there's much to back up such a theory.

First of all, Amethyst IS a bit weaker than Jasper, and this was proven multiple times. She's not necessarily weaker than the average quartz, though. She just uses her power differently.

And her shapeshifting absolutely does have a normal limit! We see this proven when she shapeshifts into Jasper to fool the Rubies, and ends up struggling to hold it for longer than an hour.

Shapeshifting doesn't have tons of negative side effects. It's just tiring to hold the shape for too long. It's also considered 'inefficient' but as far as the show tells us, there's nothing strange, physically, about how Amethyst does it.

#chekhov answers #amethyst meta

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girlkisser13 · 8 months ago

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nemesis cabin headcanons

children of nemesis

• they’re the ONLY cabin that is safe from pranks by the hermes cabin.

• they never have problems with balancing chemistry equations.

• whenever someone from camp needs to settle a debate/argument, they always ask someone from the nemesis cabin to be the mediator/judge.

• they're also frequently asked to be referees for games of capture the flag, as their reputation for fair judgment makes them ideal for ensuring the game is played with integrity and without bias.

• when a child of vengeance is saved of a certain death by another demigod, they now owe a debt to their savior.

• whenever the savior calls for help, they are obligated to come and help them no matter the danger.

• they are all CRAZY competitive. it’s like they're in pre-revenge mode.

• the demigod that nemesis traded the ability to make a difference in the world for one of their eyes was nick fury (and ethan).

• at this point, she just has a passion for children with eyepatches.

• i can just picture nemesis cackling and pointing to her children "you get an eyepatch" "you get an eyepatch!" "but mom-" "EYEPATCH FOR YOUUUUUUUUU!!"

• they care the least about the appearance of other people, because they see their mother as the person they hate most.

• the hephaestus cabin helped them build a gigantic celestial bronze scale in the middle of their cabin.

• they don't get along well with the children of athena, largely because many of them struggle with hubris as their fatal flaw.

• since nemesis is the goddess who punishes those who are overly prideful or self-assured, this same principle extends to her children, creating natural tension between the two groups.

cabin exterior

• the cabin has dark stone walls, almost like slate or obsidian, giving it a brooding, intimidating appearance. the stones have subtle cracks running through them, symbolizing the balance of vengeance and justice.

• deep red and crimson accents are used around the cabin to signify blood, vengeance, and the balance of power. the entrance to their cabin is a red door. it has the scales of justice etched into it, representing nemesis’ role.

• above the doorway, there is a carving of an eagle, nemesis' sacred animal, holding a sword in its talons. the sword represents retribution, and the eagle embodies her watchful, unforgiving nature.

• a small statue of nemesis herself stands in front of the cabin, holding her sword and scales, symbolizing the ever-present concept of justice. her eyes are made from rubies, watching those who come and go.

• the shadows cast by the cabin seem to move subtly, giving the impression that the cabin itself is watching or judging those nearby. these shadows stretch and shift depending on the actions of the people passing by.

cabin interior

• the central theme of the cabin is balance. there are symbolic representations of scales EVERYWHERE— on the walls, carved into the furniture, painted in murals. every item in the cabin is placed with perfect symmetry, reinforcing the idea of equilibrium and fairness.

• instead of modern lights, the cabin is illuminated by dark iron lanterns or torches with low, flickering flames, casting dramatic shadows around the room. this lighting adds to the cabin’s mysterious and foreboding atmosphere.

• the furniture is made of dark wood— oak and mahogany— each piece sturdy and simple, but elegantly crafted. the chairs and beds have an almost throne-like quality, with high backs and intricate carvings, to emphasize power and authority.

• large mirrors are placed strategically around the cabin, but these mirrors do not show your true reflection. instead, they show you as balanced with your opposite. for example, someone who is overly confident might see themselves looking unsure or humble. these mirrors serve as a reminder that nemesis governs balance in all things.

• the floor is made of glossy black marble, cold and smooth underfoot. some areas are etched with swirling, abstract patterns that represent fate and karma, with a glowing red hue filling in the designs at night.

cabin traditions

• they have a tradition of making penance offerings or performing acts of restitution for any personal wrongs they’ve committed, reflecting their dedication to correcting imbalances.

• every month, the members hold a ceremony where they balance scales to symbolize their commitment to justice and fairness. this involves a ritual where they offer symbolic items representing their past grievances and mistakes.

• they frequently engage in debates about justice and morality, using these discussions to hone their skills in resolving conflicts and understanding different perspectives on retribution.

• each member keeps a small stone where they inscribe significant personal experiences related to justice and retribution, creating a collective memory of the cabin’s journey and values.

divider by @strangergraphics-archive

#percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #pjo series #hoo series #pjo fandom #hoo fandom #pjo tv show #pjo disney+#pjo cabins #nemesis #invidia #nemesis cabin #cabin sixteen #cabin 16 #children of nemesis

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dragon-kazansky · 1 year ago

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Symphony of dreams

Morpheus x Female Reader

You are his lover. When Morpheus was captured, you fell into the deep sleep. He has no idea until he returns to his realm where Lucienne tells him what happened. Unable to help you until he gets his tools back, he is more determined than ever to get his full power back.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Some more episode content, but my plot picks up again here too.

Chapter Three - Dreams do come true

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The ruby has been altered. Someone had changed it. This was not good. If Morpheus couldn't use his ruby, he would not be back to full power.

He wouldn't be able to wake you.

Morpheus needed to figure out how to get his ruby back. How to get that power back.

He found him.

John Burgess. That was his real name. He had many throughout his life, while his mother, Ethel, moved them around. The ruby had been given to him by his mother. She had stolen the tools when she left Rodrick Burgess.

John had been using the ruby to make people more honest. To make the do and say what they really felt.

No more lies.

It did not end well. The people he was playing with died. Morpheus walked in to claim back his ruby.

Morpheus walked into the diner. The lights were mostly out, and some were flickering. Blood puddled on the floor. John stood when Morpheus came in.

"Hello. I'm John." He spoke softly. "I'm glad you're here. The powers gone out, so there's no TV, and no one left to talk to."

"What is it you think you're doing?" Morpheus asks.

"Saving the world from its lies."

"The ruby wasn't made for that." Morpheus tells him.

"You're The Sandman. My mother was right, she said you would be coming for it."

"You must return it to me so I can repair the damage you have done."

"I'm not giving it to you. It's mine."

"It is harming you, John. And your world."

"It's revealing the truth." John says. "This is the truth of mankind."

"No. You're wrong. This is the truth of mankind." Morpheus shows him how things were meant to be. These people with their lives and their dreams.

John abused the power he has.

"The ruby is hurting you, John. It has too much of my power within it. It stole more when I tried to use it." Morpheus explains.

"Then perhaps if I use it to steal the rest of your powers, I will be the king of dreams."

"If you would rob a dream lord lof his powers, you shall do so in his realm. In dreams."

John turns to find himself standing outside a mansion. The Burgess mansion, to be precise. He goes inside, following a cloaked figure. He follows her into a room, only to discover his mother under the hood.

Then he's back in that room at the hospital being spangled by her.

A dream. A nightmare.

This isn't real.

He uses the ruby and finds himself in the throne room. It's still in disarray. He stands and looks up at the shattered stained glass windows.

"Is this your palace, dream lord? Is this your throne, king of lies?"

Quiet.

"Well it's mine now!"

John uses the ruby, and the walls come burning down. The palace sets alight, and everything burns.

"Are you watching? Can you see me? Using your own powers to burn away your lies."

"You must stop."

The fire stops. John turns to see The Sandman in his helm.

"It is not too late to save yourself."

"Oh, you think it's me that needs saving?"

"Your father stole the ruby from me and cursed you with it." Morpheus tells him.

"You mean he blessed me with it.

John holds the ruby up in his hand. It glows. "Your reign ended when my father captured you." He walks towards Morpheus. "Your kingdom is my birthright."

The ruby appears to be taking all of Morpheus' power.

"Your power resides within me. How does it feel to know I hold your life in my hands?"

Morpheus crumples to the ground.

"You're hurting... the dreamers." Morpheus manages to say.

"Well, it's time they woke up!"

John crushes the ruby in his palm. The shards fall to the ground beneath him. The palace is gone.

"I did it." John stands. "I killed him. I won."

"Thank you, John."

John looks up to find himself standing in the plam of The Sandman. He isn't dead. He was very much alive.

"But I killed you..."

"You destroyed the ruby and released the power inside. I would never have thought of that. I had forgotten just how much of myself I had placed in the jewel." Morpheus explains.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I could. Perhaps I will. But the dream stone was not made for mortals, and it came to you through no fault of your own. So no, John, I will not kill you."

Morpheus lays John down in his bed.

"Sleep well, John."

Morpheus walked away. He had his powers back. He was going to fix everything. He was going to wake you.

The rebuilding could begin.

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Morpheus entered the room quietly. Matthew and Lucienne were giving him space. The raven promised to tell the Liberian everything that had happened.

You were so still. Sound asleep.

Morpheus did not make a sound as he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for your hand. His long pale fingers curled around yours gently. His thumb stroked over your ring.

"I'm here, my love. I came back."

He reaches out with his other hand to touch your cheek softly. He leans over you ever so slightly.

"I am home."

He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. As he does so, his hand remains wrapped around yours.

Wake up, my love.

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You are standing in nothingness. Dark as far as you can see. There is not a soul in sight. There is not a thing in sight. Just nothing.

Wake up.

You can hear it echoing in the dark. A voice. Soothing, familiar. It sounds like home. Where is home? How do you get to it?

Wake up.

"I'm trying."

You stop and take a deep breath. You loft your hand and look at your ring. He is home. He will take you home. You lift your hand up and gently press your ring against your bottom lip.

"I want to go home."

I am home. Wake up.

"Morpheus?"

"I am here, my love. Wake. I shall be there."

You close your eyes and take some deep breaths. You think of the palace. The throne room. Your room. The room you share with the king of dreams. You smile.

"My love."

Your eyes open and suddenly there is something. Someone. No more darkness. You feel warmth. You feel him.

"Morpheus?"

Your eyes meet his blue ones, and he smiles. You go to say something but don't get the chance. You're scooped up into his long arms and pressed against his chest. You feel your heart beating as you wrap your arms around him.

"You're home."

"Yes, my love. I am home."

You cling to each other, scared to let go again. You grab the back of his coat to feel the fabric against your skin. You inhale sharply to remember his scent. You squeeze him to make sure he is really there.

"I am sorry," he whispers.

"What for?"

"For leaving you."

"You did not leave me. Not by choice."

He pulls away and settles his hands on your arms. He takes a good look at you.

"I was captured and kept prisoner in a basement for a century. Our realm crumbled. You slept, unable to wake until I was able to wake you. It is my fault."

You reach out and cradle his face.

"No. No, it is not. Never say that."

He spent the next few moments looking at you. You're still as beautiful as the day he left. He feared that if he had been trapped any longer than he had, he would have forgotten your face. He never wanted to forget you.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too."

Morpheus once again takes you in his arms and holds you. He needed time with his wife. He has a lot to make up for.

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#symphony of dreams #morpheus x reader #the sandman #female reader #dragon writes

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stagefoureddiediaz · 7 months ago

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So its 2am and I’m still on my ‘911 is using The Wizard of Oz theming to tell Eddie’s story’ soapbox and thought I’d talk about something I didn’t go into in my other 911/Wizard of oz post - the fact that Oz, the Emerald City, the wicked witch of the west and the Wizard are all an allegory for the Catholic Church and Christian faith more widely!

I’ve made quite a few posts about 911 playing into religious iconography and so I thought I’d add to that post count by talking about the (anti) religious theming in The Wizard of Oz more generally and how it relates to Eddie’s arc!

The Emerald city is designed to look like a Cathedral

The way the wizard of oz - both the books and the film, plays on religious imagery is similar to the way that C.S Lewis played on it in his Chronicles of Narnia series - but where C.S Lewis created a positive allegory that upheld religion and religious beliefs, Frank Baum was creating a more negative allegory- where religion does't provide the answers, but the individual person

Dorothy starts her journey in Kansas - in the real world, but finds herself in the technicolour world of Oz after a tornado transports her over the rainbow. The film, especially, plays on the idea of her having a head injury - causing her to have this vivid dream of this fantastical land - which is why we see the people of Kansas appear as characters in Oz.

Oz is clearly playing on the idea of heaven and hell and limbo. The wicked witch of the west represents the devil (lucifer) and her castle Hell. While the Emerald city represents the house of God (the church). Glinda is supposed to be an arch angel. Remember that lucifer is a fallen arch angel.

The wizard is a man from the same world as Dorothy and is meant to be viewed as a priest (most likely the pope) - priests being Gods representatives on earth

While the silver (book) or ruby (film) slippers are a representation of enlightenment.

Dorothy is searching for a way out of her ‘coma’ dream and so goes on a journey through Limbo to the house of god to try and get home- along the way the devil tries to stop her getting to the church and subsequently into heaven using the tricks at its disposal. The devil doesn’t succeed and Dorothy and her friends navigate their way to the emerald city and complete the tasks they think god has set for them so they may gain what they seek - to go home, brains, a heart, courage.

It is here that they discover the lies of the priest and once he is gone they all figure out they had what they sought all along - they are enlightened and didn’t actually need the priest or the house of god at all. From there Dorothy chooses to go home and awakes from her coma back in the real world - but retains the knowledge of what she dreamt in her coma.

The wizard of oz as a piece of media (in either book form or film form) is showing the audience that they hold their own power within them and it cannot be granted by outside forces.

The film chooses to show Oz the great and powerful in much the same way as the crucifix is displayed in a catholic church - praying to a false idol in search of what you seek

The wizard hiding behind his curtain is akin to the priest behind the confessional screen - offering absolution and healing etc, when he doesn’t actually possess the power to do so because he is just a man pedalling falsehoods and lies.

The residents of the emerald city in their monochromatic green colouring are an allegory for the members of the churches congregation - blindly following the edits and rules set out by the church in the hope of a happy and fulfilled life - but they are shown to be almost drone like - subjugated and controlled into mindless devotion in the same way people follow the churches teachings without questioning.

Dorothy and here friends never change though - they don’t start wearing green and blending in to the emerald city and they find out that they actually have the power to achieve their desires within them the entire time - as represented by the silver/ruby slippers.

the moral of the Wzard of Oz is ultimately that what we desire or want is within and it cannot be found externally by putting our faith in something outside of us like the church. - Dorothy and her friends always had the things they sought - they just had to figure that out for themselves.

This ties into Eddies entire journey perfectly.

Just because I couldn't write a post about Eddie and not have a picture of him!

Eddies Kansas pre the tornado is his childhood - before he was parentified/husbandified by Helena Diaz.

The tornado is Shannon - she provides him with the escape from his old life and sets him down in California (Oz).

There is a reason the Wizard of Oz theming is heavily coded toward him and his arrival on the show - it is the idea that he has landed in California (Oz) and on top of the wicked witch of the East (hence why we never see Eddie at the same level as the red shoes in the rubble) and has been following the yellow brick road the entire time.

Chris is waiting for Eddie on a yellow strip of flooring at the end of 203

Bobby (Glinda) who shares the catholic faith with Eddie, brings him to the 118 and helps guide him forward on his journey - providing advice and support as and when Eddie needs it, but always watching over him. (one could view Eddie leaving the 118 as the equivalent of the poppy field in the film - leaving his path briefly before returning to it when he wakes up in mayday 'god has spoken')

He has now reached the crux of matters - he has arrived at the Emerald city. It seems likely here that in 804 we will see him have his encounter with the Priest who like the wizard in Oz, will guide him towards a reckoning with his mother (the wicked witch of the west) in order to find his way to inner peace and who he is supposed to be. Once he has dealt with Helena he will discover that he won't find what he seeks in the church - but it will have provided him with something important that plays into the idea that he is a combination of all four characters who journey along the yellow brick road, as their individual traits all represent a part of himself Eddie needs to embrace in order to break free of the chains that have held him back his whole life.

The knowledge (scarecrow) of who he truly is that will also make him realise he already has what his heart (tin man) truly wants if he has the courage (lion) to go for it and that it will get him home (Dorothy) where he truly belongs - accepting himself as a queer man who is in love with his best friend and Chris's forgiveness and return to him in LA.

#I am very obsessed with 911 using the wizard of oz to tell Eddies story - its such a choice and it's been there since the beginning #and the fact that Ryan has revealed that he was only signed on for a couple of episodes initially makes me think that #they really were testing the potential of a buddie slow burn from the get go - that Eddie has always meant to be queer coded #that it wasn't just a happy accident that they stumbled into this incredible chemistry between Oliver and Ryan #its all set up so perfectly for Eddie to deal with his Mother - religion and figure out his queerness #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 and the Wizard of Oz #buddie #911 spoilers #kind of I guess but not really!#religious allegory #queer coding #queer Eddiethe wizard of oz and anti religious imagery

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howlingday · 27 days ago

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War of the Egg

Part III

Weiss: (Hugging Jaune)

Ruby: Jaune... I'm so glad you're okay... (Sniffles)

Jaune: (Smiles)

Roman: I'm here, too~!

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Jaune: (In prison) This is the same kind of bed Roman and I had. I guess Atlas doesn't believe in treating ladies like ladies.

Doot doot~!

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Ruby: It's... weird. The first time you saved me from Atlas, I was surprised to see you. But this time, I knew you would come for me. I knew you your find me.

Jaune: (Smiles)

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Roman: Well, the Hourglass is going to need a new flag...

Jaune: (Thinking of pinks and blues) I have an idea.

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Jaune: I take it this is the ballroom?

Weiss: Actually, in Atlas, it's known as the ballsroom.

Jaune: I knew you would say that.

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Roman: You'll accomplish things you've never even dreamed of. Like, I don't know, throwing this off the top of my head; change genders, I guess?

Jaune: That's crazy! I... (Smiles) That's- That's crazy~. (Smiling brighter) THAT'D BE CRAZY~.

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Jaune: This is my flag design. Since we're pirates, I felt the skull was entirely necessary. But I dunno, maybe I should toss in some pink and blue stripes, too? Nah...

Jaune: Not yet...

Weiss: I tried to go with something quick and cunning. That's why I drew this cat with a sword. I was also thinking of maybe adding some purple, and maybe some orange~?

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This rare, black Dust Crystal holds tremendous power. It can turn positive energy to negative, bring ruin to fame, or vice-versa.

Jaune: (Grabs black dust) Heh heh heh... Y'never know~! Positive to negative and ruin to fa- I'LL EAT IT~!

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Weiss: I say we let Ruby join in on this one!

Ruby: W-What? But I... I don't know what I could even do...

Weiss: This is the part where we all kiss~! If you want to be part of our crew, you have to make out with me on the face~!

Jaune: ...Where else would she-

Ruby: ON THE FACE?

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Ren: Where I come from, we have codes of honor on how a lady like yourself should be treated.

Ren: But to be honest, not that many people follow that code anymore. But I'm trying my best to be an ally.

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Jaune: Huh? What's this? Weiss has a picture of me on her desk. That's kinda embarrassing~...

Jaune: Why does Ruby have a picture of me on her desk? It's a little embarrassing~...

FAME, GIRL, COME ON!

Jaune: Weiss and Ruby both seem like great girls, but they both seem like they're only into women. I wouldn't have a shot with either of them...

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Jaune: I'm man-spreading. It feels wrong for some reason...

#rwby #jelloapocalypse #War of the Roses #jaune arc #weiss schnee #ruby rose #lancaster #white knight #white rose #skies of arcadia #Skies of Arcadia: Legends #james ironwood #roman torchwick #lie ren

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depressnt · 3 months ago

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If I ever wrote a Wicked dnd au (tw massive rant!)

There'd be 8 grimmeries that encompass the 8 schools of magic, written by the wise ones and enchanted with sentience, they all choose one powerful magic user who encompasses their school to be able to read it, but people only know of the Transmutative Grimmerie- the bronze one- because there's a spell that keeps it in the emerald palace and the wizard tries to brute force it to work for him, and none of the others have come out of hiding and are instead waiting for a magic user to discover them

I say magic users because they won't always necessarily pick a wizard just because Wizards are those most likely to use spellbooks. The grimmeries choose someone who will use their spells to the betterment of Oz, and sometimes they won't even pick someone who specializes in the school of magic they represent

Also, Galinda is a wizard. People pretend she's a bard, but she is 100% a wizard. I'm sorry but I don't see her being selfless or dedicated enough to be able to practice as a support class, and while that one wicked dnd au where she's a cleric is wonderful, I'm a wizard Galinda truther. She WANTS to study magic, she's BEEN studying magic her wholeeee life, she wishes it were innate but it isn't so she's gonna grab magic BY THE BALLS and bend it to her will. Whether she specializes in enchantments (charms) or illusion is something I'm still debating, probably enchantment, but I hc Conjuration comes easily to her because she knows how to make something out of nothing (through lying), and doesn't want to lie but she kind of has to do it all the time and it sucks, she wants her lies to not be fake anymore, she's an honest gall! Just sometimes honesty gets you killed real damn dead. I think the Evocation grimmerie might like her, she's selfish enough to call on the aggressive nature of its spells for her own gain, and it just so happens that "her own gain" is "making Oz the kind of place Elphaba can live safely again" (I read a two chapter 34k word gelphie hurt/comfort reunion fic, and her characterization just KILLED me, I'm never gonna stop thinking of her, I love her)

(Found the link!)

Elphaba wants to be a wizard soooo bad, but she's a wild magic sorceress <33 Unsleeping City homebrew style, where her wild magic surges build up over time like Pete's, she can't STAND it and she nearly hurt so many people whenever she surged, the transmutation grimmerie picks her both as a way to get out of the palace, and because she wants to enact Good and Solid change in Oz, and it likes that

Fiyero is a swashbuckler rogue who switches his sword out for a gun in act 2, and maybe switches subclasses to mastermind to try and help Elphaba as best he can (reference to mastermind's ability to use Help action from 30 feet away, alsp it was HIS idea to fake her death) (a revived or phantom rogue would also make perfect plot sense, but I don't see it for his character)

Nessa is a commoner until she gets the ruby slippers, which is when she realizes she needs to step up her game if she's to stay with the Charmed Circle, so she becomes a ranger, maybe a monster slayer- seeking out Elphaba to kill her with a gun (hc her father taught her to shoot when guns became a thing, because it was novel and interesting and she liked the power it gave her despite the chair) before having a change of heart

Boq is either a Barbarian or a fighter in my mind, maybe a champion fighter tbh? He'd have been Nessa's (unwilling) right hand during the dictatorship, and I'd believe she'd force him to essentially head whatever military she might have amassed, I think she'd gladly try and seceed from Oz. And also the Tin Woodman was wild with an axe in the books! (Allegedly) (still gotta read those), I think he'd find some release in physical prowess, maybe holding out hope he'd be able to fight his way out, since he was clearly too smitten to smart his way out of... pretty much any situation in his life

#wicked #charmed circle #thats not a tag? oh wow #i thought thats what the friend group was called #elphaba thropp #glinda upland #fiyero tigelaar #nessarose thropp #boq woodsman #i so badly want Glinda to use the spell dimension door ONCE #just once scene in my head #of her casually opening a door in the middle of a room #and noping out #but shed be a school of enchantment girlie #i just know it #ive been told i have an uncanny ability to dnd-ify something

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itskindofidontknow · 10 months ago

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What dreams know about love?

Chapter 11

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected

Dream and Love held each other in the middle of all those memories shattered through her room, both paying attention to each other’s breath, trying to listen to each other’s heart. It was a small eternity of unsaid wants and regrets, that was interrupted by Matthew. Morpheus didn’t want to let go, holding her even after the raven already delicately made himself present, not sure if he should stay or go away. The raven haired king was ready to tell the raven to give them some privacy. Urgent pending matters could wait a few more minutes. Love knew what he wanted, she could sense by the way he didn’t move, or made any mentions to let her go.

How strange it was be put above whatever was happening. Everything always seemed to be more important, an urgent excuse that needed his indivisible attention. And now she was a priority, and Love had no idea on how to react. Should she stay, believe in her husband, forgive and forget everything, dramatically slapping him for a few seconds, before throwing herself in his arms, cry and bury her face in his shoulder, welcoming his embrace, taking his scent in, letting it be the scent that calms her nerves, the safe harbor that would ease every doubt and every pain in her life? As a conflicted but likeable heroine from novels, ignoring every single lesson she learned the hard way through her life listening only to her heart. But after the heat of the moment, after they indulge in a beautiful reunion, wouldn’t Morpheus blame her for distracting him from his urgent business? Maybe the raven had a clue of the missing nightmares, or of his ruby, and he needed to leave at the exact moment, and he didn’t because he was with her. Wouldn’t he blame her for being too late? Or to intentionally want him to not restore the Dreaming and his power? It would not be the first time Morpheus blamed Eoster for his own lack of luck.

Should she then, leave? Get away from him as fast as she could? Every fiber on her body was already in a flight-or-fight mood, hands sweating, heart beating faster and louder than she ever thought it was possible, her own doubts whispering angrily in her ears that it was a play, a move or mere starvation of touch and sympathy, and she was a fool for falling for that. He craved a lot at the moment, and a small part of her, a stupid and naive part, wanted to attend every need, to care for him, to do as her younger self would: Discard everything just to see him smile, to get an ounce of affection, even if did cost her self respect.

But the majority of Eoster that internally scolded her foolish desires, knew that it didn’t matter if it was manipulation or if he did mean it. As soon as he restored the Dreaming, finished punishing the deserting dreams and nightmares, he would go back to his ways.

Morpheus hated change. Why would he change for someone that was merely decoration to him?

The overwhelming pain in her chest, mixed with the multitude of thoughts from heart and head, debating and screaming in her ears at the same time like two strong prosecutors making Eoster nauseous. She swiftly left his arms, strangely feeling exposed away from his arms. Awkwardly taking a few steps back, before making a quick reverence and sending Matthew her blessings.

Dream knew he lost his momentum. She mentioned something of how joyful it was that the king came home victorious, taking steps back toward the door, telling that she would return in a moment. She didn’t.

She left for the Garden. Unsure how to feel. Her doubts took root and developed theories that made her mind travel miles away from her duties, and angered her, because for every accusation Eoster thought, her mind had an excuse for him. It was a never-ending battle against herself.

Eoster said to herself that Morpheus declared himself just to shut her up, so she could stop complaining about his irresponsible act, willingly risking his realm, his creations, himself and her. In response, she questioned herself if he really needed to do that. After all, her husband never tried to persuade or tried to win her over. He was blunt as a knife. If he didn’t want to hear her, either he would leave or tell her that it was enough. And if the Queen wasn’t in a quarreling mood, she would often abide his demand for silence.

This back-and-forth against her own mind, always ended up nudging her to think that if he wasn’t persuading her, he might actually mean it. Wanting her. Wanting a marriage.

That single idea made her heart skip a beat. And through the days, she often had to pinch herself, to stop daydreaming of it being true. It also made her afraid to be vulnerable again, to open herself to the same man that made her regret ever doing so.

One thing was certain: Being around Morpheus would not help. He would cloud her mind again, watering feelings that Love thought were barren. She secluded herself to the Garden, occupying her mind with daily tasks. Telling herself, Elijah and everyone who could hear, that it was a complicated few days with the Solstice Festival, too many confirmations, requests, adjustments. And it was vital to have the Queen’s indivisible attention.

“Pardon my lady, are you busy?” Elijah only found her among the pile of unanswered letters thanks to the unmistakable dark curls lingering on the corner of the table.The brunette queen was leaning over the table, face against the hardwood, writing a response to a letter demanding more invitations. Love chuckled in disbelief, a polite decline was more than an educated reply, because if it was Morpheus, he wouldn’t even get an answer. Or an invite for all the matters. ‘For the Garden’s sake when did I start to wonder about fictional responses from Morpheus?’ Love thought before dropping the paper, massaging the bridge of her nose, while inviting the Cupid in. She urgently needed some tea. Or wine. Maybe both.

“Elijah, blessings from the Garden. I’m afraid there is much to do for the Festival.” The cupid nodded, even though he knew that was a poor excuse, after all, the Queen wasn’t necessary who dealt with the heavy burdens of the festival. He was. His ears were still hurting after listening to the endless complaints of the gardeners, when they got the news of their beautiful floral arrangements going to the Dreaming. Details that do not interest Elijah about different humidity, sun exposures, different soils, were explained in heavy detail. Elijah endured their discourse for what seemed to be an eternity. Only to them to go back and do exactly what he asked.

Everyone smiles and agrees to the Queen, and then they come to recite to Elijah lists of hundred reasons why it would not be possible to do anything they promised to the Queen.

Elijah would never, in eons, understand the minds of spring cupids.

“Yes, of course. I just came to inform you that Lord Morpheus requested my presence for that audience.” The dark haired cupid stressed the “that”. “I do not know how long it will take, for I was not brief on what the subject is, but the Emissary is on call if my lady needs any assistance” Some cupids didn’t approve of the level of access desire’s creation had to the queen. After all, he was loyal to the one responsible for their queen’s miserable marriage. A traitor. But they would never say to her face nor to Elijah.

Love frowned trying to remember what audience, before snapping her fingers. A few days ago she was dying to know what Morpheus wanted. Now, she was reticent if she actually wanted to know. “Oh, certainly. I can handle a few hours away from you.” She offered him a polite smile, dismissing him for the day. The cupid made a quick reverence, turning his back ready to leave when Love called him with uncertainty. “Elijah? If he asks why-” She fumbled with the words, she didn’t want her cupid to get involved in her marriage tribulations, but at the same time, she didn’t want Morpheus to think she was hiding from him.

Even if it was exactly what she was doing.

Lucky for Eoster, the cupid could see she was battling with words, biting her lower lip as she usually did when the words wouldn’t come. He didn’t need her to say anything more. He knew she was avoiding the king since his return from Hell.

The gossip around, the one Matthew told Lucienne was that they were quite close in the middle of her room. If Elijah overheard right, he used the word “embrace” which the cupid almost laughed at the improbability of it. Probably Lord Morpheus was holding Lady Love by her arms, so she wouldn’t make a scene while she angrily scolded him. Even the librarian seemed suspicious when she answered “Lady Love must have been in shock or truly afraid, if she let Lord Morpheus embrace her”.

Elijah suspected they had one of those awful quarrels just like her last banning.”I’ll let the king know that you’ve been having busy days that require your indivisible attention, my lady.” He offered her a reassuring smile, before turning again. “Elijah?”. The cupid once more twisted his heels. “It is odd, is it not, that he didn’t summon me?” Elijah frowned, she was eagerly waiting for his response, squeezing her fingers tight and avoiding his eyes. “ Forgive me, my lady but I do not know…” Trying to amend his answer to not embarrass her, since he could see her face growing red he thought of a quick excuse that could be true “Maybe he is busy too with the Dreaming”.

She frowned, seemingly trying to erase the thoughts of her mind. Opening a smile, feeling ashamed of her doubts “Of course. My lord husband is always busy. Forgive me, what a question! I do not know what came to me to ask such a thing. Besides my sister is coming today to visit me. Much to do! You may go, Elijah. Blessings from the Garden” Suddenly she was at her feet, urgently guiding the Cupid to the door, almost shoving him through the door.

After closing the door, she rested her back against it. Squeezing her eyes. Why care about Morpheus? He is fine. The Dreaming is recovering. Mortals no longer suffering from the sleep sickness. The Emissary even told them that he got his ruby back. Everything is in its place. And what happened the night of his return from Hell was merely desperation and relief. He will return to his regular ways. Already did. Busy with his realm and its affairs, ‘And his affairs’ Love bitterly thought, rolling her eyes at herself, before taking a deep breath and returning to the letters. She still had a few hours before her sister arrived. Maybe she could have a useful insight on this.

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Elijah hesitated for a second after being shoved away from his study. Wasn’t it a good riddance if he is not summoning her? The truth was Lady Love has not been as relieved as he thought she would be. Actually, after the King of Dreams returned from Hell, and Lady Love’s urgent reclusion, she had been distracted, her gaze lost in the Garden’s purple skies. Even when watching her proteges perform concerts or plays and poems, he knew her mind was lost in deep thoughts. Something did happen. And Elijah refused to believe it was anything related to that ludicrous idea of ‘embrace’ the new raven told Lucienne.

The Dreaming was quite healed. Everything was still blue-ish or grey-ish, tones that Elijah found very depressing, a kind of rainy London view, contrasting the cupid’s vibrant purple attire, a bold choice, which made him stand out in the middle of the dreamfolk. The Dreaming was full of them, but the temperature was more tense than joyful after the restoration of their home. Elijah could feel a bit of agitation and anxiety on them. Probably afraid of how soon would they meet the Darkness or if Lord Morpheus would torture them letting them go on with their lives but afraid of their next step. The cupid thought it was very on-character of him. He wouldn’t expect anything less from his lordship. As Elijah roamed through the hallways of the palace, he wondered if the king also bullied his creatures back as he bullied his Queen countless times to return to the Dreaming. Maybe the dreamfolk had more in common with her than the king himself.

The cupid diverged his direction, avoiding to find Dream, to find Lucienne. He needed to check the room temperature so he wouldn’t get burned. And the librarian was the best termometer of the king. What if the king had forgotten about the audience? What if he was livid with some nonsense as he frequently was? Some meaningless quarrel with his siblings? Elijah knew better than going to meet Dream without some prep.

He found Lucienne walking to her library with some heavy books in hands, which covered her front vision. Elijah didn't know how she was still walking, but he gave a helping hand, grabbing a few books. “The Dreaming bursting with dreams and nightmares and no one offered you a hand?” The librarian rolled her eyes. “I am perfectly capable of carrying those, thank you very much. I am a librarian after all. Just a librarian.” Elijah raised his browns. “I believe not a soul has ever questioned that.” He jested. Lucienne however didn’t answer him with the same tone, not even a fun rolling of the eyes. Elijah frowned.

They often poke each other. Maybe the years soured their relationship, and he was being too forward. A wave of shame ran through his body “Forgive me, I-” His change of tone, made Lucienne realize he was actually embarrassed. Elijah! Embarrassed! The years do change a cupid, after all. She dismissed his worries. “I never thought, in my life, I would see you embarrassed. And although it amuses me to see that you have grown a sense of self-” He rolled his eyes, but seemed to relax his posture after seconds of formality. “It is just something our Lord-” He opened the door for her, letting both walk into the immense library, with shelves higher than the eyes could see.

“Ah! already back to his old ways then? Am I to expect a lecture, a punishment or a banishment of this audience he calls for?” Three common choices of Morpheus. Elijah dropped the heavy books on her table before cleaning his hands from the dust in them. “No, he is not in a bad mood per say. He is-” While organizing the books, checking the titles, seeing if they had anything related to Rose Walker, that could or could not be a vortex, which was highly unlikable since a votex should only appeared in the next…What year? Maybe she should get the records from the last vortexes, Lucienne struggled to find words that described Lord Morpheus’ current mood, especially when Elijah was in her ears, interrupting her, like he often does. “Feeling impotent because his former captor’s bastard almost beat him up using his own devices?”

“Could you please not use that word?” She put the book she was holding on the table with a loud ‘thud’ to get the cupid’s attention. He shrugged. “I was not talking about his bastard.” Lucienne gave him a mortal glance, slightly lowering her tone, as they were entering delicate waters “Orpheus was not a bastard, he was a-” The cupid chuckled, throwing his head back in disbelief, with Lucienne’s insistence in defending the impossible. “A boy whose mother was not our lordship’s lawful wife and queen is an illegitimate heir. A bastard, by definition.” He smiled full of himself, resting his hands on his back, as he just won a court case. The librarian sat opening one of those dusty books, pointing a finger in threat, “We both know that Orpheus was conceived before their marriage. And I will not talk to you, if you continue this nonsense.” The curly head Cupid raised both of his arms in defeat. Truly he wasn’t looking for a fight, although he could argue that they didn’t actually know that.

Lucienne came up with that, and Lady Love never asked and Lord Dream never mentioned it. The only time they had conversation about this was amidst ugly fights about infidelity and mistrust.

Elijah needed Lucienne in a good mood, to help him. So he took the seat in front of the woman, unbuttoning his vest. “My deepest apologies.” He said it without meaning. “My audience with the king is today. Did he happen to brief you on the subject?” She sensed his uneasiness, as soon as he stopped her in the corridor. But she didn’t know how much he was until now. Elijah stared at her with an intense interest, as anything she could tell him was gold in the form of words, his legs under the table were shaking in a way that her pencils on top of the books were threatening to fall on the ground.

“As a mere librarian, Lord Morpheus did not think I needed to be briefed” Elijah carefully nodded, feeling sorry for Lucienne, after all she was attached to him, as his creation, and he had no care, respect or gratefulness for the one that kept his realm in his absence. “But Matthew told me-” The Cupid rolled his eyes, and let out an audible impolite sigh. Matthew! That deluded raven with a tongue bigger than his nozzle!

Elijah never thought he would miss Jessamy, she was too much of a prude, may Lady Death rest her soul, but at least she wasn’t deluded as this Matthew Raven. “The same raven that told you our lady and lordship were in a lovely embrace after his victory in hell? Oh please indulge me in more of his delusions. Did he also see the missing nightmares? Were they playing hide-and-seek with their creator?” Lucienne gave him a reprimand look very similar to Lady Love’s anytime he started to question one’s efficiency. “But he-” The woman tried to intervene but Elijah cut her abruptly “Pray tell me, Lucienne, how many times, in much better scenarios have you seen Lady Love and Lord Morpheus in any kind of embrace? ” He crossed his arms on his chest waiting for an answer he knew, would not come “Well there was-”

“In private.” Lucienne dropped her mouth open fumbling with memories and words. She couldn’t remember any time that actually happened. Probably the pressure of Elijah questioning her and the pending duties delayed by his interruption. But certainly there must have been at least one occasion, right? She shook her head. “You don’t know everything. Besides, correct me if I am wrong but our ladyship was very worried for our lordship. Maybe she got overwhelmed with emotion seeing him back.” Even saying it felt wrong. She frowned like she could taste the sourness and unlikeness of it all in her words.

Elijah maintained his eyebrows raised in disbelief until she nodded agreeing with her undeniable defeat. Even Lucienne knew the Queen was not anywhere near going soft on Dream, let alone letting herself be held. She was avoiding him like he was a new plague. “ Thank you. Now, about the meeting…” Elijah quickly turned to her. “Maybe he wants some attires suggestions to the Solstice” She looks him up and down judging his deep purple damask silk robes. “After all, as a wise soul once said: ‘It’s not all about black robes and black shoes.’” She gave him a victorious smile, a comeback that took years of waiting for the perfect opportunity to get back from the day he sent a beyond-drunk Lady Love to an Endless family dinner. He chuckled, gracefully accepting the delayed come back “Forgive me, my Lady Lucienne. It must have slipped my mind that dark melancholy was the only color palette allowed in the Dreaming.” The librarian pretended to accept his fake apologies, and the tone of the conversation returned to the main subject of his meeting with Dream. “But really, not any clue?”

She sighed, Lucienne truly had not a single clue why Lord Morpheus called for Elijah. It was unusual, and for Elijah, obviously unnerving to go to an audience without knowledge of its subject “I am afraid no.” She returned her attention to the books but not before jesting the cupid “But I can guarantee you, keep talking to me until you are late and he will send you to the darkness.“

“Only if he wants our Lady to spite him even more.” Even after saying it, he didn’t waste any second sitting at the library, raising from the velveteen chair and offering Lucienne a small courtesy. “He is in the garden.” She informed as he went to the door buttoning his vest. “ Which one?” After all the dreaming had gardens, forests, glades, thousands of them. The more the mortals dream, the more they appear. It was tragically confusing.

Lucienne hesitated for a second. “Hers.” The Cupid raised his eyebrows. That was not a good garden. It was beautiful, of course, all Lady Love’s gardens were beautiful. But this one was artificially beautiful with an intrinsic sadness in it. It tells a story of a love that never happened, of a happiness that didn’t exist. It was a lie told so many times that the words lost any real meaning. A set of a play waiting for a love scene cut early in the reading. Lucienne nodded. “ I know. He has been going there since their last quarrel.” Elijah jumped, knocking his feet in the air and snapped his fingers, Lucienne jumped off her seat in response to his sudden reaction “Quarrel! See? Not ‘embrace’. Quarrel!’ Lucienne rolled her eyes dismissing him, for good now, she hoped “Good day, Elijah.” She liked Elijah, but he could be a irritating nosy cupid when he wanted to be.

The Cupid knew his way around the palace enough to find the secluded place that Eoster spent most of her marriage. Lady Love groomed her garden to be a sigil of her eternal love to the dream king. And until her banishment it was an idyllic green small paradise. It was where Eoster received all her guests, siblings and subjects, a place which Elijah heard her say was the furthest from Morpheus and where he most appreciated her. A plaything for an annoying child. Something to keep her busy and out of his way. That was how the staff also saw it. No one really believed that he gifted her a garden out of goodness of his heart or worry about her longing for home.

As he crossed the french doors, the Cupid gasped. Dried leaves and wilting flowers, arid soil. A dead garden. The imprisonment of Lord Dream could not have affected it since it was not mainly his essence that made the garden. Slowly Elijah walked through the scenery, the small water font in the middle didn’t have a single drop of water. He bent to take a closer look at what he thought was once a red rose, but he couldn’t tell, since it was not a brown spiked dead flower he couldn’t distinguish from the other dozen that looked exactly the same.

He tried to get his head around the arid garden, trying to remember if there was any kind of plague that could've taken over it. Lady Love was going to be devastated. Of course this garden in particular wouldn’t bring her any particular happy memories, but it was still her creation.

“Is there nothing to be done?” He jumped, getting caught off guard, seeing the dark tall figure looking up to brown-ish wisteria vines that clamber into a woodland edge. The cupid watched as he delicately touched a crispy petal and it immediately crumbled, drifting away with a breeze of wind.

Elijah was not certain if he was speaking directly to him, if he even acknowledged his presence or was merely speaking to himself, either in a metaphorical or literal way, but carefully Elijah kneeled, reaching for the soil feeling between his fingers its rash texture. This was not a plague. Only one person would have killed this garden, and in all his years of work, he never saw Lady Love annihilate a land like she did in this garden. “I am afraid not much, my Lord. Lady Eoster took the fertility out of this garden. Not even the toughest weed is going to grow here. It is dead and dry.” Both stayed in a brief silence, quietly understanding that only she could return its life

The Dream King nodded quietly. And gesture so the cupid could walk with him “Elijah, you are close to the Queen.” The Cupid nodded, even if it wasn’t a question. In fact he was more than ‘close’, Elijah knew her almost better than herself. He was more than just her creation. “Does she value your opinion?” The curly haired cupid frowned, as he walked side by side with Lord Morpheus. ‘More than you value Lucienne’s’ he thought to himself. After all, if he had listened to his librarian, he wouldn't have got himself imprisoned by a mortal in the first place.

“To some extent, yes my lord.” He answered politely. Lady Eoster often asked him for insights, not only for attires, shoes, hairstyles or hats as some would tease him about it, but about relationship and organization of the Four Loves, each had their respective counsel and region on the Garden, and very often thought one was receiving more attention or power over the other. There was also the awakening of spring, which required a systematic approach, not very idyllic but useful when flowers needed to bloom, rivers and lakes needed to be defrosted, snow needed to melt, animals needed to wake from their hibernation or start to pollinate the flowers. It was very mythical and poetic as Lady Love made it all seem, but behind the power that fuels everything that was her, there was Elijah and a battalion of cupids making it run smoothly. If Love was the composer, Elijah was the maestro coordinating her melody to be played perfectly by all her cupids.

It was unusual for Lord Morpheus to dabble around a specific subject that Elijah was certain he wanted to talk about. He seemed to chew the information the cupid gave him slowly, tasting every flavor of it, not sure if he was ready to take another bite. “How do the lovefolk feel about the changes of the Solstice festivities?” Another change of topic. Now Elijah was curious on where he was going with this. Regarding the lovefolk, they were confused and curious most of the time, a feeling they share with mortal children when their estranged fathers show up with renewed interest in them. “Intrigued and fascinated by being invited to visit their sister-realm”. In other words, not sure if they should feel excited or angry, especially after being the ones that stayed with the mother through all the marital tribulations.

As often the Dream King didn’t show Elijah any emotion he could read, neither changed his tone of voice. As the raven-haired man suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, the cupid mirrored him. “I know my mistakes of the past. The affairs, the quarrels, mistreatments, isolation” ‘Date Nights’ Elijah bitted his tongue not to add to his list. “ The overall suffering and pain that my wife did nothing to deserve.” The Cupid saw Morpheus look down to his feet, almost looking regretful “I can not be forgiven. I would not dare insult my wife by asking her to do it. I can not plead her to discard her pain like it did not scar her. As I can not ask for your forgiveness in hurting your queen.”

Elijah was perplexed, he never in all his years of work thought that Lord Morpheus of all entities would be the one making him lose his words. “ Even though I have no right, I came in dire need of assistance. An assistance neither Lucienne nor Matthew could give.” Elijah couldn’t read his expression, but he was starting to notice an subtle distress by the way he continuously flexed his hands, and even the discreet hesitance in his voice, that was starting to become more apparent in each word he said. If Lord Morpheus was a mortal, Elijah would classify him as a desperate man trying to reach for the last drop of hope in a desert of impossibilities.

But of course, this was not a mortal. This was an Endless. Of course he was not desperate. Especially not for any assistance that a mere Cupid could offer.

“Lady Love deserves a good marriage. One that I fail in provide for her, and I am not confident that I will ever be able to do it.” Elijah didn’t find sufficient benevolence in himself to try to convince him of otherwise, but manage to assent. “But I believe I can give her at least a tolerable union.” It wasn’t what Lord Morpheus had planned. In his naïveté he thought that coming back and declaring his intentions would be enough to persuade her. Of course their first encounter after his return proved that would be far from enough. He didn’t even notice how she changed. Desire was right, he was the kind of husband, wives dream of being freed from. “Something that does not end in a quarrel every night. I do not wish to be estranged from my own wife.”

Although Elijah thought he did deserved to be estranged from his wife to all eternity. The cupid knew that Love could be resentful but she never wanted to be estranged from him. After all, if Morpheus wouldn’t have banned her from the Dreaming, she would never have left. At least being by his side she could had tried.

Lady Eoster was in peace when he was gone, yes, but the purple skies and cloudy weather of the Garden revealed the melancholy no one was indelicate enough to ask about. She felt ashamed by it. Ashamed by a faulty marriage, ashamed by not being able to make herself happy, to give her cupids the pink skies and sunny afternoons she knew they missed.

Even her sisters with their ferine tongues, when visiting, tried to cheer her up, reducing the importance of marriage to just ‘something they had to do it’ not their lives, comparing husbands to stubborn mules without an ounce of taste or good sense. Although she laughed at their jokes, it wasn’t enough.

Elijah realized that by the pause the king made, he expected the Cupid to reply. By the audience turn, Elijah could only assumed the King wished to know the Queen’s private thoughts. If Lord Dream ever thought he would gossip or manipulate his queen in order to bring her good graces to him, he was beyond mistaken.

Elijah raised his chin, taking a formal and stiff posture he cursed himself for briefly losing. “My Lord, I will not speak of Lady Eoster or confide in you her private thoughts. As her cupid, I beg your forgiveness but I won’t break my vows.”

“Of course not. I would never want you to break your vows. Your devotion is truly appreciated. A piece of your mind is all I ask. ” Elijah took his minute looking at his king. Lord Morpheus was far from being a theatrical endless or inclined to dramatic speeches. So his words were sounding more and more like a desperate man, sounding defeated before even trying. Yes, Elijah believed it was a lost cause, but Lord Morpheus could not start his quest already giving it up. “ Lady Love’s heart is never closed to forgiveness, after all love is forgiveness despite the impossible.” The Cupid recited as the most sacred vow he learned.

The cupid walked a few steps away from the King, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He wished to tell Lord Morpheus to give up on Lady Love, he has done enough and was better going after the witch or the fae queen or even the bastard’s mother if he so willingly wanted someone to love. But those words were sour in his tongue. The curly haired cupid may not know Lord Dream as Lucienne or any dreamfolk, but he knew that he spoke the truth of his intentions, Morpheus rarely, if ever, lied. He despised him with every fiber of his cupid being, but his personal opinions aside, a tolerable marriage could be, well, tolerable for Lady Love.

Morpheus would need to endure years of hard work on his marriage, maybe say centuries, in the best of the Cupid’s expectations. Elijah signed, there was no harm in denying him the truth “The path is the beginning, my lord. Lady-Lord Desire courted her in a magnificent way, passing as you through beautifully written letters full of devotion, tenderness, curiosity. The Lady-Lord knew Queen Love well to write exactly what she wanted to hear. But that time has passed, she is not an innocent doe-eyed queen anymore. Letter and promises won’t do it. “

Elijah struggled inside, it seemed wrong to speak of Lady Eoster with her husband. It looked like a plot. The cupid didn’t like plots. Plots are for traitors. But was he saying anything other than the truth? He asked Elijah, and he was merely answering a question. He wasn’t giving any solution for or giving him the key to her diary. He was stating facts. Simple sentences that everyone in the Garden would agree, maybe even some of the dreamfolk.

“My general advice as a cupid would be to court her, my lord.You are both strangers. Do not summon, invite her. Lady Love does not truly know you, the dreamfolk, the dreaming. Show her your realm, make it feel like her home. Because, in a way, it is.” He spoke in one breath, trying to get that out as quickly as possible. He spoke too much, and Lord Morpheus needed to do a lot of heavy lifting himself in his own marriage.

So Elijah finished doing what cupids do best: A vague suggestion that may or may not have the desired result. If Morpheus truly meant it, he would figure it out.

The Cupid put his hands in his back “May I present an observation, my lord?” The endless nodded “ A marriage as long as yours and I don’t recall, maybe that is my faulty Cupid’s memory, an official parade through the Dreaming. Introducing Lady Eoster to the dreamfolk as their queen and such. A truly lovely time for husband and wife to have time for each other while still performing official duties.”

He could see the way Lord Morpheus seemed to be working his gears around the path Elijah laid for him. “Anything else I can be of assistance, my lord?” The Cupid made a quick reverence. “You may go” As Morpheus dismissed him, Elijah turned his heels to the door

He would not tell The Emissary about this, he got enough in his head and did not need him jesting about Elijah ‘cupiding’ again. Especially since Elijah was notorious terrible at being a field Cupid, causing a variety of trouble in the mortal world, and was now giving suggestion to an Endless he spent centuries dreaming of cartoonish smashing with a piano like a looney tune cartoon.

But Elijah already had the reply on the tip of his tongue, in the case The Emissary figured it out: He was not doing it for him, he was doing it for his queen. For her happiness or at least, some contempt.

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