#she obeys him sure but only bc he’s stronger than her not bc he’s her father

[sarafangirlart]

It’s odd how Athena is Zeus’s favorite but she doesn’t seem to like him back, not only did she participate in Hera’s coup against him but even in the Iliad she was upset with him.

[merakiui]

that's impressive;;; i have never managed to get further than c3 haha;; and thank youuuuu (≧▽≦) im sad xiao's leaving soonw though... maybe i will write a little something for him, and re-reread your story for comfort,,

ahh i didn't know amber's c2 could do that!!! she is so cute <3 (which makes me think it's also a shame that they removed her little dance from the beta version of the game...)

ahaha jade reminds me a little bit of barbatos; very butlerish, and i think he would scare me if he were a yandere bc he would be so stoic and calm while literally making you miserable (´-﹏-`；) i still dunno much about the octavinelle guys, because i haven't had the time to play, but floyd seems pretty neat! he looks unpredictable and fun haha, i can't wait to see these guys together;;

exactlyyy (≧▽≦)!! which reinforces my point that the heartslabyul boys are just that good, haha

right!!! ( ꈍᴗꈍ) octavinelle has a vibe that just makes you wanna learn more about it. im also interested about draconia, mainly lilia and malleus... lilia especially! actually, he does throw me off a bit, because of the contrast between his voice/behavior and his appearance. but his design is too cute, i can't not like him;;

ofc!! hehe, actually, im planning on starting either tmrw or this weekend, if i can. ill have free time to do that, so!! (≧▽≦) colorful things are my cup of tea, i hope it'll be fun to watch :P

omg i think so too! cause riddle seems irritable when someone expresses disagreement about the rules set for the dorm, i think? but as long as you obey these (very ridiculous) and numerous rules, you should be fine, i think, whereas scaramouche is a little scarier because power aside, he seems like he would be a bit less predictable... serious, but also a bit brattier, and the way i view him, darling would probably have to learn by themselves how to behave around him ( ･ั﹏･ั) but that's only my interpretation hehe!! i still don't know enough about riddle... and thank you for the support!!! it's coming along, slowly because i don't always have that much time but surely!! i don't think it's gonna be very long, but it's something already aha

ahh TT thank you!! i really hope i can get his and riddle's;; sorarus would be nice too (i once again learn a nendoroid form of him exists!!), but that would be such a complicated task... too many nendos and so little money...

(i still haven't reached that point to the story, sadly TT but from what ive seen, i can see where you're coming from 100%!! they all have their appeal, and as of now i personally like ruggie the most in that dorm bc he looks really cute and i have him in my team haha! he looks so mischevious with his battle pose; it's adorable!! and i know i would spend my time there too, it's just that pretty! ramshackle would probably really feel like home, and what better place than that? (◍•ᴗ•◍) )

aaaa you are right;; aha i guess he could be a little bit of help to the darling if they managed to play what cards they have right, too,,

i personally like him as well!! i admit i get a little bit annoyed when he gets us in trouble, but he's endearing, and it's good not to be alone in a new and intimidating place such as this, like you say!! plus, he's funny, and he has a cute little face. I can only hope the bond between our Prefect and him grows stronger as the story progresses!!

(ps: sorry for the late answer (^～^;)ゞ since im not sick anymore, i had to start being active again so i haven't had as much time haha )

C3 is still very good! It feels as if the time for his and Shenhe's banners went by so quickly. I'll also miss him. D: But you should totally write something for him! He deserves it! <3

Yes!! Amber really is the cutest. It's so sad her dance was removed. >_< But her c2 is lots of fun and it makes it quicker to detonate Baron Bunny instead of having to wait for the explosion.

Aaa you're right! I can see it. Jade is the type of yan who will smile at you even when you're crying. orz He downplays the situation so much, to the point where you might catch yourself thinking that it isn't so bad. And Floyd!! On their own, both of them are terrifying, but when they're together it somehow feels even more intimidating. Every time I see them beside Azul I can't help but picture a mafia boss with his two most trusted bodyguards. ^^;;;

I adore everything about the ocean, so the Octavinelle trio has a special place in my heart. (∩˃o˂∩)♡ I feel like everything about Octavinelle, from its aesthetic to its dorm leader, is meant to pull you in. It's enticing with its pretty color scheme and comfortable lounge. But beneath all of that there is an unsettling darkness. Something like the depths of the ocean, where the deeper you go the colder, darker, and crueler it becomes.

Diasomnia is also very cool! I have one card from that dorm and it's a Silver card. I'm curious to learn about the others as well, both through the main story and through the card stories! Lilia's design is very cute! His behavior reminds me of Venti. That carefree type who's hiding more than he lets on... I like his personality a lot, though! He's very fun.

Omg I really hope you enjoy Nanbaka!! It was very enjoyable for me, so hopefully it's the same for you. :D

That makes sense! With Riddle, if you can use magic, he'll slap that collar on you for disobeying him and that's it. T_T He probably lectures you and expects you to follow through with whatever punishment he's going to dish out (like writing an apology letter or having to do chores). But if you follow all of his rules and act accordingly, then he becomes easy to please (for the most part). One slip-up and he's back to angry Riddle. :( With Scaramouche, there isn't much leniency and he's much more volatile when it comes to punishments. If anything, Riddle's punishments are probably very vanilla compared to some of the stuff Scara subjects you to. ;;;

Oooh, even so I'm eager to read it! Hopefully the writing process continues to go smoothly!

Yes!!! I can't believe I missed Soraru's nendoroid... What was I doing?! orz He's literally so cute. One day I hope to welcome nendoroid Soraru home so that he can sit beside Mafu on my shelf. ^0^

Omg Ruggie. <3 Another beloved. He is just so cute! I love how mischievous he looks. His laugh is everything!! You have very good taste in characters! I also think Ramshackle dorm feels like home, considering it’s the place where the mc stays with Grim. Despite how it looks, I think it would be very comfortable and fun to live in, even with the ghosts! 

As silly as Grim can be, especially when he’s causing trouble, he’s a genuine friend. His energetic personality definitely helps lighten the mood of being stuck in an unfamiliar world!

And I’m glad you recovered!! It’s always a relief not feeling sick anymore!

[t4twolfstar]

Pearl Jam songs as the marauders' story

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explanations under read more

Red Mosquito - Remus is bit by Greyback

two steps ahead of him, punctures in your neck…/ Hoverin' just above your bed... (2x)/ I was bitten...must have been the devil…/ He was just paying me…/ A little visit, reminding me of his presence…

Jeremy - most of the song, Sirius

Okay so we’re going to look at the verses not the refrain for this one bc (TW su*) this song is based on an actual boy who diy died in front of his class so like no we’re not relating to that part but the “Clearly I remember/ Pickin’ on the boy/ Seemed a harmless little fuck/ But we unleashed the lion….Daddy didn't give affection, no/And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear”

Daughter - Sirius at home

Trans sirius in an abusive household………. “Mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it/Tries to make her proud/ The shades go down, it's in her head/ Painted room, can't deny that something's wrong/ Don’t call me daughter, not fit to”

Leash - Sirius and Remus’ toxic codependent love and then yelling at the establishment/people who say they’re too young going too deep too hard too fast

“Troubled souls unite/ We got ourselves tonight, oh/ I am fuel you are friends we got the means to make amends/ I am lost I'm no guide but I'm by your side/ I am right by your side….We will find a way we will find our place/ Drop the leash drop the leash/Get outta' my fuckin' face”

Why Go? - Sirius becoming disenchanted w his family

Trans Sirius too of course. She seems to be stronger/ But what they want/ Her to be is weak/ She could play pretend/ She could join the game, boy/ She could be another clone….don’t come visit/mother/ why go home?

Blood - Sirius’ family trying to make him into something he’s not

Spin me round/ Roll me over/ Fucking circus/ Stab it down/ One way needle/ Pulled so slowly/ Drains and spills/ Soaks the pages/ Fills their sponges/ It’s my blood/ It’s my blood

WMA - basically about all the big pureblood families that can get away w anything

“He won the lottery when he was born/ Took his mothers white breast to his tongue/ Do no wrong so clean cut/ Dirty his hands, it comes right off” (tw for song: police, implied police violence)

Do the Evolution - Sirius ranting abt/mocking his family

Admire me, admire my home/ Admire my son, he's my clone…./ I'll do what I want but irresponsibly/ It’s evolution, baby/ I’m a thief, I'm a liar/ There’s my church, I sing in the choir:/ (Hallelujah, hallelujah)

Bushleaguer - abt the aristocracy etc

This song is literally about George bush lmao but I love it abt the upper class

“Born on third, thinks he got a triple…./The aristocrat choir sings, "what's the ruckus?”/ The haves have not a clue/ The immenseness of suffering”

Mind your manners - You guessed it - Sirius rejecting his family

I've got an unfortunate feelin’/ I've been beaten down/I feel I don't believe/ And now the truth is coming out/ What they've taken is more than a vow/ They’ve taken your innocence/ And then they throw them on a burning fire/ All along they're sayin’/ Mind your manners

My father’s son - SIRIUS

I am my father's son,/ Yeah, too bad he was a psychopath and now I'm the next in line, , dear mother, yes, surely she's a work of art,…/Can I get a reprieve?/ This gene pool dark and deep…./Now father you're dead and gone and I'm finally free to be me,/ Thanks for all your dark gifts for which I've got no sympathy,/ I’m living in a walled-up place in the bounds of 5th symphony

Yellow Ledbetter - Sirius

Okay so 97% of the the lyrics are indecipherable when Eddie sings them but you can hear I don’t wanna stay

Go - Regulus to Sirius as he’s trying to leave

(Abuse tw) So sorry about this one yall …… .but yes I think this is regulus finally realizing that he shouldn’t have let things get so bad at home (Sirius blames him for not stepping in even tho he’s a child there’s nuance here etc) and he’s begging Sirius not to leave him here “Oh please don't go out on me don't go out on me now/ Never acted up before don't go on me now/ I swear I never took it for granted just thought of it now/ Suppose I abused you just passing it on….I pulled the covers over him shoulda' pulled the alarm/ Turned to my nemesis…Please don't go on me/ Don’t go on me/ Don’t go on me/ Don’t go on me/ please”

Rearviewmirror - Sirius running away

(Tw abuse) Time to emancipate/ I guess it was the beatings made me wise….Forced to endure/ What I could not forgive/ I seem to look away/ Wounds in the mirror waved/ It wasn't my surface most defiled

Can’t Keep - Sirius running away from home

I want to shake/ I want to wind out/ I want to leave/ This mind and shout/ I’ve lived/ All this life/ Like an ocean/ In disguise/ I don't live for ever/ You can't keep/ Me here

Hail, Hail - Remus and Sirius’ codependent strong love

A how I love you till the day I die...ah and beyond…/ are we going to the same place? If so, can I come?/ It’s egg rollin' thick and heavy...all the past we carry…

Release - Remus thinking about his dad

Remus’ dad is so full of guilt for his hand in remus’ transformations that he extracted himself from remus’ life. Remus laments here, “Oh, dear dad/ Can you see me now?/ I am myself/ Like you somehow” “I'll hold the pain/Release me” he’d would rather have a dad, guilt and all, here, than the self appointed absence but since you left me with the absence and grief and loss of it, at least release me from it, loosen your grip so I can move on.

Present Tense - Sirius and Remus talking probably laying in the forbidden forest assuaging one another’s beliefs of the gnarled beasts they think they are

BUGS - prob remus when he turns before the boys know

Bugs on my ceiling/ Crowded the floor/ Standing sitting kneeling…/ A few block the door/ And now the question’s:/ Do I kill them?/ Become their friend?/ Do I eat them?/ Do I join them?/ I’ll just stop now/ I’ll become naked/ And with the...I'll become one

Who you are - probably James at remus when he thinks he’s a big monster

Who are we?/ Who we are./ What’s your part? Who you are / You are who you are.

Save you - GOD THIS SONGG okay this is probably James @ Sirius when home life is bad and also Sirius @ Remus and also Remus @ Sirius it’s all of them @ all of them

Gonna save you fucker, not gonna lose you/ Feeling cocky and strong, can't let you go,/ Too important to me/ Too important to us, we'd be lost without you/ Baby, let yourself fall, I'm right below you now/ And fuck me if I say something you don't want to hear/ And fuck if you only hear what you want to hear/ Fuck me if I care, but I'm not leaving here/ You helped me when I was down, I'll help when you're down/ Why are you hitting yourself, c'mon hit me instead

Life Wasted - Sirius @ Reg re: leaving

I escaped it, a life wasted./ I’m never going back again…./ You're always saying you're too weak to be Strong./ You’re harder on yourself than just about Anyone/ Why swim the channel just to get this far?/ Halfway there, why would you turn around?

Severed Hand - Reg joins the death eaters

Big man stands behind an open door/ Said, leave your lady on the cement floor./ Got some kicks, want to take a ride?/ I said, yeah!/ Oh please understand I just need, my friend,/ A way a way a way home

Brain of J. - Reg and Sirius arguing after he joins the death eaters

The whole world will be different soon/ The whole world will be relieving/ You, you've been taught/ We’d been the same, now they got you in line/ Stand behind the stripes/ There will be order, so give it a good mind…./And by name/ The name they gave me/ The name I'm letting go

Deep - Regulus knows he’s in too deep

This is Regulus knowing he’s in too deep, Voldemort and the death eaters are such bad fucking people and he’s in too deep now (massive tw for this song for drugs and se*ual violence)

“Ponders his Maker, ponders his will/ in too deep/ can’t touch the bottom”

Pilate - Remus abt Sirius ;0)

Like Pilate I have a dog/ (Obeys listens kisses loves)/ Walks me out of town/ Still one's a crowd/ Making angels in the dirt/ Looking up looking all around

You Are - in love 🥰

Love is a tower/ Of strength to me/ I am the shoreline/ But you're the sea

Red Bar - the war begins

War, I’m crazy/ War I’m crazy I’m war the song is also a lil goofy so it’s maybe just like going crazy being so in it that it’s funny now

Porch - WARTIME EVERYONE @ THEIR LOVERS

It’s the war and everyone knows today could be their last day and tensions are running high in relationships and they love each other so much and need each other but snap at one another nonetheless

What the fuck is this world running to?/ You didn't leave a message/ At least I could have learned your voice one last time/ Daily minefield, this could be my time by you/ Would you hit me? Would you hit me?/ Hear my name, take a good look/ This could be the day/ Hold my hand, walk beside me

Thin Air - babes in love

There's a light, when my baby's in my arms,/ There’s a light, when the window shades are drawn…/ And I know she's reached my heart, in thin air.

All or None - More war time songs soz

Here's the selfless confession/ Leading me back to war/ Can we help that our destinations/ Are the ones we've been before?/ I still try to run on/ But it's all or none

Parting Ways - Lily @ James during the war

She knows their future's burning/ But she can smile just the same, same/ And though her mood is fine today/ There’s a fear they'll soon be parting ways

Love Boat Caption - Sirius/Remus, Lily/James, etc etc. during the war

Love boat captain/ Take the reigns and steer us towards the clear, here/ It’s already been sung, but it can't be said enough/ All you need is loveIt's an art to live with pain/ Mix the light into grey/ Lost nine friends we'll never know/ Two years ago today/ And if our lives became too long/ Would it add to our regret?…./Hold me and make it the truthThat when all is lost, there will be you

Evacuation - going into hiding

Lukin- Lily and James have to go into hiding

(Tw st*lking mention in explanation, gun mention in song) The song was written by Eddie when he was being stalked and he had to bring himself and his wife to a friend’s house for safety.

In Hiding - Lily and James are in hiding and enter Peter

No way in or out/ I turned and walked the hallways/ And pulled the curtains down…./I swallow the truth to keep from lying/ i'm no longer overwhelmed and it seems so simple now/ Yeah, it's funny how things change so much/ It’s all state of mind

Once - Peter Pettigrew betraying the marauders

Literally about someone committing a mass murder. “Once upon a time I could control myself.” “Mimic whats insane.”

Around the Bend - I'm so sorry ummm but Lily to Harry on Halloween 💀

I am wishing you a well…./ I hold your head deep in my arms/ My fingertips, they close your eyes/ Off you dream, my little child/ There’s a sun around the bend/ Please forgive me, won't you, dear?/ Please forgive and let me share with you, around the bend/ You’re an angel when you sleep/ How I want your soul to keep, on and on around the bend

Garden - Sirius being taken to Azkaban

He’s just taking his fate as it comes to him.

The direction of the eye/ So misleading/ The defection of the soul/ Nauseously quick/I will walk, with my hands bound/ I will walk, with my face blood/ I will walk, with my shadow flag/ Into your garden/ Garden of stone

Even flow - IS SO VERY MUCH SIRIUS IN AZKABAN

sung from the pov of an incarcerated person waiting for life to begin again

BUGS - Sirius in Azkaban (yes I already said this abt remus but idc)

Bugs on my ceiling/ Crowded the floor/ Standing sitting kneeling…/ A few block the door/ And now the question’s:/ Do I kill them?/ Become their friend?/ Do I eat them?/ Do I join them?/ I’ll just stop now/ I’ll become naked/ And with the...I'll become one

Black - Remus lamenting about Sirius’ perceived deception

Remembering their love and how now so many of his memories are tainted (by) black and that all of this has changed him fundamentally (star imagery, “black”, “tattooed everything”)

Indifference - Sirius in grimmauld place, sirius in Azkaban

Sirius taking his home life in stride until he can leave, taking Azkaban in stride bc it doesn’t matter any way bc he believes he deserve it anyway

“Pretend I'm free to roam/ I will make my way/ Through one more day in hell/ How much difference does it make?/ How much difference does it make?/ I will hold the candle/ Till it burns up my arm/ Oh, I'll keep takin' punches/ Until their will grows tired/ Oh, I will stare the sun down/ Until my eyes go blind/ Hey, I won't change direction/ And I won't change my mind/ How much difference does it make?/ How much difference does it make?/ I’ll swallow poison, until I grow immune/ I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room”

Alive - Remus post ’81

Eddie originally wrote the song as a lament - why did I live when he didn’t? Why am I still alive?

“Is something wrong she said, of course there is, you’re still alive she said, but do I deserve to be?”

Animal - Remus after ’81 when he needs to transform alone

Feat. A throwback to being turned (so tw: abd*ction) “Torture from you to me, yeah/Abducted from the street/I'd rather be with an animal”

Nothingman - Sirius and Remus after ’81

Once divided nothing left to subtract/ Some words when spoken can't be taken back/ Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking/ Future’s above but in the past he's slow and sinking…./ She once believed in every story he had to tell/ One day she stiffened took the other side/ Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell/ One just escapes one's left inside the well

Smile - Remus @ the marauders (except it’s after ’81 and he just thinks of them fondly)

Don't it make you smile?/ I miss you already/ I miss you always/ I miss you already/ I miss you all day/ This is how I feel/ Three crooked hearts swirls all around/ Don’t it make you smile?

In my tree - remus abt sirius after ’81

I remember him, yeah…/ I swore I knew everything, oh yeah…/ They say knowledge is a dream, yeah…/ He's growing up just like me, yeah…

Light Years - Remus abt Sirius

But now you're gone, I haven't figured out why/ I’ve come up with riddles and jokes about war/ I’ve figured out numbers and what they're for/ I’ve understood feelings and I've understood words/ But how could you be taken away?/ Back pages and days alone that could have been spent/ Together, but we were miles apart Every inch between us becomes light years now

I’m open - Remus!!!! Post ’81

After spending half his life searching he still felt as blank/ As the ceiling at which he stared/ He is alive but feels absolutely nothing/ So is he?/ When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him/…..So this is what it's like to be an adult/ If he only knew now what he knew then

Thumbing my Way - Remus post ’81 again blah blah ikik

I can't be free with what's locked inside of me/ If there was a key you took it in your hand/ There’s no wrong or right but I'm sure there's good and bad/ The questions linger overhead

Rats - we know how remus like to soliloquize …. This is him waxing poetic about how fucking horrible Peter is

The song itself is kind of listing the many ills of humankind saying how rats don’t compare to people bc they don’t do all this. But Peter isnt really a rat. He’s a man and oppresses like a man and betrays like a man and takes like a man.

“Drink the blood of their so-called best friend….They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way….Don't take what's not theirs“

Oceans - Sirius escaping Azkaban

Hold on to the thread/ The currents will shift, glide me towards/ You know something's left/ And we're all allowed to dream of the next…..The sea will rise/ Please stand by the shore/ I will be there once more

Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town - Sirius after Azkaban

200004309248% sirius returning from 12 years isolated. He doesn’t really recognize most things. Remus wouldn’t recognize him. He’s different. Changed by being unchanged. He couldn’t grow and learn and morph and become. He stagnated yet decayed. But he’s back and he recognizes your skin and your breath. He’s back.

Off He Goes - Sirius is a Sagittarius in the first half, second half is post PoA

Know a man his face seemed pulled and tense/ Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds/ So I approach with tact/ Suggest that he should relax/ But he's always movin' much too fast/ Said he'll see me on the flip side/ On this trip he's taken for a ride…./ And now I rub my eyes for he has returned/ Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned/ For he still smiles and he's still strong/ Nothing’s changed, but the surrounding bullshit, that has grown/ And now he's home, and we're laughing, like we always did/ My same old, same old friend/ Until a quarter-to-ten

All Those Yesterdays - and cue the bath scene, remus washes his lost love

Don't you think you oughta rest?/ Don’t you think you oughta lay you head down?/ You don't think there's time to stop/ There’s time enough for you to lay your head down tonight tonight/ Let it wash away/ All those yesterdays

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DAY 13: ANGSTOBER: Traitor @angstober​

This is a sequel to this ficlet from yesterday, bc I had an idea for it. Also, the allusion to Luke’s scar and the mention of his usual white uniform is a reference to @coralnoodle​‘s art here; I love that art so much, and one day I will write a proper AU of it, bc it gives me so many ideas.

Luke was in and out of bacta for days, weeks, his father hovering by his side the whole time and reassuring him, reiterating how proud he was. Luke received datapads of reports, if he was interested in them; baskets of (thoroughly vetted) goods from Imperial well-wishers wanting to kiss up to the new prince; smaller, more personal gifts from the troopers and officers he’d been around his whole life, who wanted to congratulate him and let him know how proud they were too. It was sweet, heart-warming, everything he’d ever wanted… until he thought too hard on what he’d actually done.

And that was when the doubt set it.

He was out of bacta for the last time, drifting in and out of consciousness, lying with his leg propped up in a medbay bed. His father sat in a heavy chair on his right, with the makeshift desk he’d had moved next to Luke’s bed so he could keep up with work while he kept his son company, and—with those unpleasant thoughts crowding his mind—Luke croaked out, “What are you doing?”

Vader’s stylus stilled on the datapad. “Necessary bureaucracy,” he said dismissively. “Why, would you like me to do something for you?” The eagerness in his voice was not faked—Luke had to wonder how much his father had missed him, in the years he’d been infiltrating the Rebellion, and if that played as much a part in his insistence to constantly be around Luke as his worry did.

Luke shook his head. “No. I’m just… curious.”

“Well.” He could hear the soft smile in his voice. “This particular piece of bureaucracy is what to do with the Rebel leaders’ home planets. Naturally, Alderaan is already destroyed by Tarkin and Palpatine’s arrogance, so Organa, Dodonna and Rieekan, and several others, need fear no repercussions. But Chandrila was edging toward rebellion before the Rebels’ defeat, so we could easily make an example of them; that, or Mon Cala…”

He trailed off. “Luke, are you alright?”

Ah.

Luke wasn’t as good at hiding his flinch as he thought.

“My arm and leg still really hurt,” he lied. “I just… shifted, slightly, for a moment, and it aggravated them.”

Vader said, “Luke, it has been a long time. But I am still able to tell when you are lying.”

Luke let out a breath. “Oh.”

“What is it that is truly troubling you? You cried on the day of our victory—I remember. It was not wholly to do with your injury, was it?”

Luke swallowed.

Then he admitted, “No. It wasn’t.”

Vader put his datapad aside. “Tell me what is wrong.”

Luke opened his mouth.

Closed it again.

Hesitated.

Did— did he want to admit this to his father? Did he want to do this?

Yes, he finally decided.

He had no secrets from his father.

None at all.

“I…” he got out. “While I was with the Rebels… I learned something,” he said. “And I…”

“I see.” Vader fixed him with a look. “You grew to have sympathy for them.”

Luke cringed, but nodded. “I— I love you, I’m not a traitor, I did everything you told me—”

“I know, Luke,” Vader said calmly. “I know that you are no traitor. I love you too.”

Luke took a deep breath and bowed his head. “I don’t want you to destroy Chandrila,” he whispered. “Or impose sanctions, or bombard them. I— Leia was my friend, in the end, and I had to betray her, but—”

“You would consider her a friend? Son, she is a terrorist.”

“I know that!” Luke automatically made to rake his hands through his hair and cried out when one of his arms was still in pain. “I know, but— but—”

“But you have a heart the size of your mother’s,” Vader finished, lifting a hand to his face to trace the scar there, “and about as much common sense as your father.”

Luke, at last, nodded meekly. A weight rolled off his shoulders.

He’d told his father of his doubts. He’d confessed to it—and his father did not hate him. Did not think he was a traitor at all.

“Of course you are no traitor, Luke,” Vader reassured him. “You are loyal to the Empire. I would never want a son who follows orders blindly, obeys without question. You will doubt the Empire, you will consider the Rebellion’s merit, and then you will understand why what we do is just. This will only make you stronger.” He reached over to squeeze Luke’s shoulder; Luke leaned into the touch. “Have no fear, my son.”

Luke swallowed, and closed his eyes so that the tears didn’t fall.

“Take this time to think over it,” he said. “Remind yourself what the Empire does, the good we perpetuate, rather than what we do to our deserving enemies. You have spent so long receiving Rebel propaganda, and still you remained loyal, with only a few doubts; I am sure you will consolidate your beliefs soon.” He patted his hand. “Use your recovery to peruse the datapads I sent you, familiarise yourself with the new Empire we have built. You will be able to wear your white uniform again soon, and take the command you were born for.”

“And…” Luke didn’t dare to hope, so he just said, “Thank you, Father.”

But Vader knew what he’d been about to ask. “I will not punish Chandrila or Mon Cala,” he agreed. “I will use it as a threat, but I will not act on it. For you.”

Luke relaxed, and smiled.

“When you have come around to the idea again, you can do it yourself,” Vader promised. “It will be a fitting act for the new prince.”

And suddenly Luke felt even colder than before.

[galactic-academia]

Alexithymia

@quentawewe​ asked for #4 "Walk out that door and we’re through" with Sherlock, it was probably in 50 BC and I’m sorry about this, but be sure I did my best, I hope you will enjoy it <3

Rating: G

Category: F/M

Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/Female Reader

Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Sherlock Is a Mess, Sherlock Is Cute, Possessive!Sherlock, Did I Mention The Fluff?

Words: 1970

Summary: When she heard that Y/N was searching for a flat, Mrs. Hudson immediately offered her to come living at the 221b; what Y/N hadn’t expected were for John’s old room to not be ready to welcome her. The fact is... Sherlock doesn’t want her in another bedroom but his...   

Notes: I’m not a native, please, forgive my mistakes. Picture is not mine. I hope you will enjoy it <3

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Fresh from the Police Academy, Y/N did know things wouldn’t be easy. She was well aware of the risks of her job, she knew very well she wasn’t a sheriff from the Far-West neither a super-hero, she wasn’t about to forget to call for backup when it was needed, yadda, yadda; the instructor had really well done his job, namely ram those concepts in her head as deeply as he could without using a bludgeon so that the new recruit she was wouldn’t make herself kill as soon as she would put a toe on the field.

But there were two things Y/N’s instructor - as skilful and dedicated as he was - couldn’t have prepare her for: firstly for having to work with a bunch of nutcases led by Sherlock Holmes and, then, for her greatest challenge to be finding a place to sleep which wouldn’t cost twice her pay AND wouldn’t be at three hours away from Scotland Yard.

To be fair, this problem had been quickly solved after she had complained about the four busses and metro she had to take to negotiate the distance between her friend’s couch and her office at the Yard to Mrs. Hudson while she was waiting for the Detective to put on some pants for her to drive him to a new crime scene: a week later, Y/N was moving in Baker Street.

Nobody would be able to guess which of Mrs. Hudson or Sherlock had been the more surprised: Sherlock for Y/N to be willing to move in with him (well, not technically “with him”, but in the same flat, under the same roof, sharing a kitchen, and a living room, and a freaking bathroom... All of those mundane things) and Mrs. Hudson for Sherlock to agree this easily when she had asked his opinion about Y/N becoming his new flatmate. Anyway, Y/N was downstairs with all her belongings and a new problem had raised: with his ongoing case, Sherlock hadn’t had the time to move all the shit he had stored in John’s old bedroom elsewhere... That’s how poor Y/N ended up sleeping on another couch - Sherlock’s this time - surrounded by her boxes.

It hadn’t been a problem, at first, Y/N was well placed to know Justice couldn’t wait and quite happy about the ten little minutes between her new couch and the Yard. Two months later, it had become a problem. Sherlock kept finding all kind of idiotic excuses to NOT vacate Y/N’s room; because, yes, it was Y/N’s room, even if Mrs. Hudson had kindly reduced her rent because of the lack of the bedroom Y/N was paying for. It could have not become a problem, Y/N could have left the flat and almost all of her Sherlockian problems behind her, Mrs. Hudson wouldn’t have hold it against her but... Well... Maybe there had been third things the instructor couldn’t have prepare Y/N for, the third would be the soft feelings the police officer was cultivating towards the detective.

And it was stupid, really, it was very clear Sherlock didn’t want her around since he was stubbornly refusing to let Y/N integrating her new bedroom. But you know what? You don’t become a police officer at Scotland Yard because of your outstanding tastes in donuts. Sherlock didn’t want to share is flat with Y/N but let her believe otherwise and pay for a bedroom she couldn’t sleep in? OK, fine. Very well. He would -  at the very least - be forced to face his own assholery.

This time, when Sherlock went to leave the room, he found himself back to a very pissed off and dishevelled Y/N roaring “Walk out that door and we’re through”.

oOo

When Sherlock was going to Scotland Yard headquarter, it wasn’t exactly for the charming companionship. Well, that was maybe a little too harsh, Georges has a least half of a brain and was always doing his best; but, otherwise, if Sherlock was going to Scotland Yard, it was because he wanted a case. Or for an emergency, just like right now. What an emergency? No idea, but it has to be something quite pressing or the officer Y/L/N wouldn’t have thrown him out of his bed while yelling at him to put on some pants before storming out of his bedroom.

When Sherlock left the flat to climb in the cab waiting for him, Mrs. Hudson’s knowing gaze told him he had been spotted. To be fair, he hadn’t been quite subtle, the fact he had obeyed to the officer Y/L/N - and hurried to do so! - told a great deal about how he felt toward her. And, indeed, the next morning, the landlady had suggested a new flatmate to Sherlock.

Ah! What could have he answered to that? He has a soft spot for the officer Y/L/N, not only because she wasn’t afraid to shake him out of the bed, but also because she listened to him. She wasn’t settling for hearing him in awe, in shock or in disgust like all the others did, no, she listened to him. She genuinely listened to him. He had quickly discovered that fact, which had offset his own awe, shock and disgust towards the... The feelings he couldn’t help but have. He had agreed to share the 221B Baker Street with the officer Y/L/N which had become Y/N.

When she had arrived with all her belongings to move in, Sherlock hadn’t honestly mean for her room to not be set, he would have been ready to swear it and had profusely apologized, he had really been caught in the last case and just never thought about tidying John’s old room at all. The incredulous smile Y/N had thrown him before bursting of laughing and telling him it was ok, she would sleep on the couch, just bolstered Sherlock in his first idea: he had been right to accept Y/N as a new flatmate.

He couldn’t have known that, a few hours later, seeing Y/N quietly asleep on the couch would stir something unknown inside of him, something which demanded him to protect and provide, something which made him sick at the idea of letting her go anywhere, something which couldn’t bear the idea of not enjoying the cute show of Y/N’s slumber every night. No, not even the great Detective Sherlock Holmes would have been able to know about this possessive side of himself as Lavoisier wouldn’t have known about the phenomenon of oxidation before burning some metal.

Sherlock knew his behaviour wasn’t worthy of a gentleman and he was secretly praying for his mother never discovering how he had addressed a woman, but it had been stronger than him and, yes, even stronger than the possibility of Mrs. Holmes’ wrath. Sherlock wanted to keep Y/N all for himself and it was already difficult enough to let her go God knows where every morning for the genius to be unwilling to divest himself of the few hours he could spend with her every day. Don’t get him wrong, Sherlock didn’t want to lock Y/N down, he was just... Aaaah! Police officer is a dangerous job and... No, it’s not because she’s a woman, God! He had been raised by Mrs. Holmes, remember? And he lived under Mrs. Hudson’s roof, how could he not know women are as strong as men (and maybe stronger, it wasn’t the point, so he didn’t care)? Don’t be ridiculous... What was his point, again? Ah, yes, the possessive side he had discovered the night Y/N moved in could hardly bear to know her in danger and not being with her to help and protect her (even if she didn’t need to be protect, sometimes it’s nice to be protected, ok? And... Not the freaking point!). Sherlock knew very well his behaviour wasn’t worthy of a gentleman, but he couldn’t help himself and kept finding stupid excuse after stupid excuse to not clear Y/N’s room.

But he was starting to run out of ideas, both for postpone household and for good reasons to not feel guilty about the disappointed looks Mrs. Hudson sent him on a daily basis. Y/N had suggested tidying the room herself, she had asked nicely, she had given him the cold shoulder, but nothing had worked, he had kept telling her he would do it. He had even used of his charm on her, playing lively tunes with his violin to make her smile and stop her from being angry at him. It had worked, maybe a little too well because she had started to dance around the living room and Sherlock hadn’t been sure about who was charming who anymore...

Sherlock knew he had to find a solution to keep Y/N around him which didn’t involve her sleeping on the couch, the faster the better, he was thinking very hard about it, his efforts renewed by the twinge in his stomach when he had come across the empty living room, when he entered his bedroom to discover Y/N asleep in his bed. To say he wasn’t expecting that would have been an enormous understatement, but he felt something deep inside him curl in satisfaction. Exactly. Yes, it was the very exact solution to everything. It was absolutely perfect, it was... Too much for him to handle all at once, as wonderful as it was. Sherlock was ready to make a beeline to the bathroom to get a grip on his feelings, the hand on the doorknob when a groan startled him: “Walk out that door and we’re through”.

Crap...

oOo

The week had been a hard one, Y/N was totally exhausted. She extracted herself from her nest of blankets and pillows to face the stunned detective, too tired to be ashamed of the shorts and the baggy t-shirt she was wearing as bed clothes, and, pointing an accusing digit at him, rasped “You have two solutions: either you immediately go clear my bedroom or you tell me you don’t want to live with me already and I’ll be gone in an hour, but I won’t spend the rest of my career sleeping on your couch. And, since you seemed unable to shoulder your responsibilities, I claim your bed as mine until my bedroom is ready. This is non-negotiable.”

And say that Sherlocked was feeling overwhelmed when he had opened his bedroom door... He could accurately perceive the warmth emanating from Y/N’s body and almost feel the softness of her worn-out t-shirt under his fingers. It seemed he wouldn’t have to find a solution himself, afterwards, Y/N had given him one on a silver plate. Listening to his bravery only, Sherlock just rounded the bed, getting rid of his suit jacket and toeing out of his shoes, to creep in the nest of softness and cosiness from the side of the bed Y/N wasn’t occupying. To answer to the silent question Y/N’s wide eyes were asking him, he just said, from his comfortable spot, “Why would I do such stupid things when you’re exactly where I have always wanted you?”

Kneeling on the bed, Y/N throw him a look full of disbelief. “Why... And you couldn’t tell me?” Sherlock answered with the simple, bare honesty only him could exercise “No. If I had been able to voice it, I would certainly never make you sleep on the couch for so long.” Y/N laughed and went back under the blankets, only to find herself immediately wrapped in Sherlock’s embrace. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling.

Alexithymia (n.): the inability to express your feelings.

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Thanks for reading <3

[marvels-writings]

ohh, okay. could you maybe write something (short or long or whatever you want! :)) with the reader being Carol’s younger teen sister where maybe R gets hurt and Carol takes care of her & it’s just reeeaalllyyy fluffy! i love all of your writing, it’s really good :)

A/N: I wrote it kinda in the middle of short and long. I’m really happy you like all of my writing, it means a lot to me. So here’s your Drabble and I’m sorry it’s late!!

Tired, exhausted, these words weren’t even close to describing your day today as you walked to your shared apartment with your sister, Carol Danvers. You were on your way home from your internship at Stark Labs when you got jumped.

There were about 5 men, all of them larger and stronger than you were. 2 of them attacked you while the other three kept a lock out. You heard a couple of them say it was because you were related to captain marvel.  They were about to kidnap you but you were trying to fight them off the best you could.

You got hurt badly, it would’ve been worse if Spider-Man hadn’t been around to help you out.

He’d appeared randomly and webbed al of them to the wall. He swung you back on webs back to your apartment and insisted on taking care of you until you told him you had a sister.

“You’re sure you’ll be alright?” He asked, about to leave.

“Yeah, go home kid I’ll be fine, thanks a lot though.” You said, watching him web off.

You tiredly opened the door, calling out an exhausted ‘I’m home’ as you limped in. One of the guys had kicked your ankle, hard then hit it with a small baton. It was bruised badly but you didn’t pay attention.

As you came in, and the adrenaline wore off, you realized just how much your body hurt. You had bruises literally everywhere. A sprained and maybe broken ankle, bloody knuckles, a black eye, and a slash across your left arm where one of the men had drawn a knife on you.

You sighed and tried to walk up the small stairs towards the bedrooms and the bathrooms to clean yourself up. You heard an ‘I’m here’ come from up the stairs. You groaned, Carol was home early. Your hopes of cleaning yourself up before she came we’re shattered.

A sharp pain went through your ankle as a cry escaped your lips. The ground rushed to meet you as you fell.

“Y/n, you okay?” Carol asked, looking down the stairs. You heard her gasp as you looked up at her.

“What the hell happened?” She demanded, hurriedly moving down the stairs and helping you up.

She wrapped one arm underneath your shoulders, trying to be gently. Once she realized you couldn’t walk, she put one arm gingerly underneath your knees, lifting you up entirely. Her eyebrows scrunched up as she looked at you. You wrapped your arms around her neck, the wound on your eye bleeding onto her shirt as you rested your head in the crook of her neck.

“Tell me later,” she spoke softly, carrying you up the stairs. “Let’s get you cleaned up y/n/n.” She whispered.

She carried you easily upstairs and set you down gently on her bed. Grabbing the first aid kit and taking out everything she would need. She hurried to get water, towels and bowl as you laid down on her bed. Your eyelids felt heavy and you felt sluggish as you heard her come in.

She wrapped the cloth around your torn arm and used the water bowl to clean your knuckles. She rubbed them gently to try to get them clean. In silence, she removed the cloth and put it back in the bowl. The bowl was completely pink and red now.

Panic radiated off her as she repeated the same motion twice until the bleeding finally stopped. Hands shaking, she cleaned your knuckles with alcohol and cotton wipes, apologizing every time you let out a whine of discomfort.

When your knuckles were finally clean she moved on to your hand. She cleaned it with alcohol, apologizing all the while as you almost shrieked in discomfort. She wrapped gauze and an elastic bandage around it after cleaning it.

Carol then tended to your ankle, putting ice in a ziplock and putting the bag on your ankle after elevating it on a pillow. She cleaned up your eye rather quickly and cleaned up your face with a damp cloth.

Once everything was finally done, she gave you a glass of water and some painkillers. You thanked her and you were about to go to sleep before she interrupted you.

“What happened?” She asked, she moved to sit beside you on the bed. She clutched your unbandaged hand, careful of your knuckles.

“Some guys jumped me and were about to kidnap me,” you said in an exhausted raspy voice. You saw the shock and worry in carols eyes and quickly continued. “Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man saved the day and brought me back home though.” You said, trying to make an attempt at a joke.

“Thank god,” she muttered, then asked the question you were hoping she won’t. “Why did they kidnap you? Or try to anyway.”

“Sis, I think I’m gonna try to sleep.” You said, trying to put off the topic.

“No,” she stated, you looked up at her. “Tell me now.”

“They wanted,” you took in a deep breath and tried to look anywhere but her eyes. “They wanted to get leverage on captain marvel.” You muttered.

“This is, this is my fault.” She said, her voice wavering slightly as she let go of your hand. She was about to leave before you grabbed her hand.

“Car it would’ve been worse if you weren’t here.” You whispered, she sat back down but looked at you as if you were speaking another language.

“Y/n/n, this wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t here.” She stated, looking away from you.

“Carol, look at me.” You said softly, she responded. “Nothing would’ve been the same if you weren’t here, now cuddle with me I’m injured.” You said. Carol chuckled slightly, calling you needy before obeying.

She was careful of your injuries and didn’t move you too much. She just gently wrapped her arms around your waist, careful not to move your ankle.

It felt more comforting to have her around. But you were right, it would’ve been worse if she wasn’t around. Nothing would’ve been the same.

Carol helped nurse you back into health, ignoring all the other galaxies who needed her. She needed her sister more. You were the only constant in her chaotic life and she felt the need to protect you more than anyone.

The next few days went by slowly. Carol barely let you get out of bed and brought all of your meals to you. She watched movies with you and talked to you as you healed.

In about a week, you were mostly fine. The gash on your arm had healed enough and you could put some weight in your ankle. You decided to use crutches anyway. At least carol would let you walk around the house now.

A/N: I put the whole ‘nothing would be the same if you never existed’ thing bc I just reached 105 followers and uh I thought maybe some of them may be struggling with mental issues and needed it. I care about every single one of you and please please message me or send me an ask if you need help. I’ll be happy to. But just, nothing would be the same if you didn’t exist.

[mypoisonedvine]

Can I please request Renfri x Jaskier from the smut prompts list "I'm sorry I keep staring, but you're really the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life and I don't know what to do about it." + "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." "Why don't you show me then?" (Bc that would be so HOT! 😈😍🙈)

How did I never think of Renfri x Jaskier before???? Iconic.  I decided to fuck with canon a lil here (I mean, they’re gonna bang so how canon compliant could it be?) so basically the exposition is that Jaskier and Renfri interacted briefly in the past because of being mutual friends with Geralt.  And Renfri is older than him, but not like a ton.  I don’t care that this is not book accurate LEAF ME ALONE

“What are you drinking?” she heard a voice from her side.  She turned to find a young man with wavy brown hair and an eager look in his eyes.  She didn’t even answer, just chuckled condescendingly and turned back to her mug of ale.  “Don’t say you don’t remember me,” he frowned.  She gave him another look and suddenly she did recognize him.

“The bard… from Novigrad,” she remembered.

“Jaskier- but I’m sure you didn’t forget that,” he smiled.  She rolled her eyes.

“Nice bumping into you, but I’m having a very important conversation with this booze,” she dismissed.

“Hey, I’m out on a limb here,” Jaskier protested.  Renfri gave him a stronger look after that.

“Out on a limb?!” she repeated.

“Yeah, I’m trying to buy you a drink,” he explained.  “Did you not notice that?”

“Are you sure you’re old enough?” she scoffed.

Jaskier stepped back.  “Suit yourself, but I didn’t peg you as the type to turn down getting drunk for free.”

She almost let him walk away, but finally relented and grabbed him by the doublet, pulling him back to sit next to her.

“Fine.  But don’t bother me,” she warned.

“No promises,” he smiled as he reached for his coin purse and got the barkeep’s attention.

They got drunk enough that she found a way to tolerate him, and he found a way to forgive her biting comments, and a few drinks after that was enough for them to start laughing with each other over nothing in particular.

But then Jaskier wasn’t laughing anymore, his face a lot more serious and his gaze a lot more… exploratory.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked hesitantly.  He jumped as if awoken from a trance.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, but it was just a few more minutes before he was doing it again.

“Hey, quit that!” she protested.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to gawk at you, it’s just…”

“You’re wondering if my dress would fit you?” Renfri suggested mockingly.

“It’s just that you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he continued, “and I’m not sure what to do about it.”

A silent moment passed; a very long one, in fact.  It ended when Renfri looked back to her drink and laughed.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, kid,” she sighed.

“Why don’t you show me then?” Jaskier quipped.  Renfri grabbed him by the collar, intending to scare him off, but he just smiled even wider.

“I’m not the sort of girl you take home to meet your parents, you know,” she growled.

“Not my intentions at all, I promise,” he winked.

She examined his face and she kept trying to toss him down to the floor but it never worked, like all her arm was willing to do was pull him into a bruising kiss- which it promptly did.

He tasted like ale, mostly, with a hint of spearmint and honey behind it all.

 And she didn’t remember exactly when they stumbled into an alley, when they found an inn and got a room for the night, but she definitely remembered the way he kissed down her neck and shoulders as he slid off her blouse.  And she remembered how he knelt before her to pull down her trousers, only to immediately bury his face between her legs.  She was pretty sure she’d never done this standing up, and she realized why: her knees started to quiver and she was afraid to fall.  She was even more afraid to show how good it felt, how quickly he’d made her crave him.

When she couldn’t stand anymore (literally, but also in terms of patience), she shoved him back onto the bed, getting his clothes off just enough so she could run his hands over his chest while she rode him.  He made the cutest sound when she slipped him into her, thankfully it was loud enough to mask her own moan.  

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jaskier sighed, looking up at her.

“Shut up,” she hissed, moving her hips against his with just a bit more urgency.  His hands reached up to hold her waist but she grabbed them by the wrist and held them back down above his head.  He seemed to like that a lot considering the noise he made.  All the noise she allowed herself was heavy breathing, and even that she wanted to suppress better than she currently was.  Of course, deep down she wanted to moan and scream and beg and call out his name but thankfully she wasn’t that drunk.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her closer to him.  He left bites and kisses along her collarbones until her head rolled back.

Really, it was all fun and games until he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over, landing on top of her and near-instantly thrusting deeply and firmly.

“Ah,” she moaned, barely loud enough to hear.  He looked down at her intently, and she looked back with determination.  Maybe if she put on her best mean face, he’d stop looking back with (don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it) love in his eyes.  It only made it worse.

“Quit looking at me like that,” she frowned.

“Like what?”

“Like… like this is more important than it is.”

“This is very, very important to me and I have no way of hiding that from you,” he smiled.

“Don’t smile at me like that, either” she continued, but her voice was breathier as she struggled to hide the effect his movements were having on her.  He didn’t say anything but leaned down to kiss her neck, and he took a little of his frustration out on her with needy bites to her shoulder and earlobe.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Are you gonna come?” he asked teasingly.

“Not if you keep fucking talking,” she groaned.

He didn’t actually believe that was true, but her impending orgasm just seemed to make her even angrier and it was beautiful but scary (summary of the woman overall, really) so he decided to obey. 

He reached down to rub at her bundle of nerves, and bent down to lick and suck and bite gently at a hardened nipple, and damn it was hard to keep from moaning.

“Jask-” she began, but stopped.  He bit down on her nipple harder- not that hard, of course, but definitely hard enough to get the message across.

“Say it,” he demanded, the skin still between his teeth.

“Jaskier!” she yelped, just as her orgasm overtook her with shaking legs and an arching back and a choked moan.

He pulled her into another kiss, and as he pulled out, she did not care at all for how much she wanted him to stay inside.

And when she kicked him out of bed saying she doesn’t do sleepovers, she really didn’t care that he looked a little hurt and even surprised- why would he be surprised, considering how this all began?

And when she laid awake that night, she really, really hated that she wished she could hold him close and fall asleep with her head on his chest.

[kitt-rider]

ok now that it’s not 6am and i’m not half asleep after making that gifset of kitt being reprogrammed by bonnie for deauville i can talk about it more. like. that was Really Something. it’s something you’d never expect to work, but michael was so sure of it that he stood right in front of kitt who wouldn’t even have to try to kill him, who was under the control of somebody else because his whole programming told him to be, and spoke to him. he knew that kitt would remember him despite the fact that he’s not programmed to solely protect michael any more. he’s programmed to obey somebody else. bonnie forcefully pulled out his cpu (and the last things he said before essentially shutting down were about michael, later leading into the fact that despite new programming, his primary thoughts were of michael and it was so deeply embedded that he remembered it despite having his ai overwritten) and when he came back all he knew was what he was programmed to know. to obey deauville and nothing else.

yet all michael had to do was speak to kitt. the likelihood of kitt remembering despite everything is so low. but i think michael has imprinted on kitt in so many ways. it doesn’t take long for kitt to start talking like michael. pick up his quirks. banter with him. start to act a little bit like him. michael is the closest human to him in every way, even closer than bonnie or devon or even wilton who created him. michael is his universe (but we see that he begins to branch into his own interests, research languages and other human cultures, which means that he’s still free, despite belonging to michael. his primary function is to protect him, but as the series go on we start to see that he has freedom as well and perhaps starts to choose michael instead of be forced to work with him, which in turn leads into the fact that he chose michael over doing what his entire system is telling him to do which in turn shows that love and attachment will overcome pure force of will. to belong to deauville would mean to have no freedom, no personality. to not be kitt anymore.) and thus there’s no way he could have killed him.

michael’s possessive language could be seen as though he sees kitt as an object, as his personal item, but it’s not that. it’s more than that. it’s a reference to the times michael has teased kitt about other cars that he might like better, about how kitt gets very jealous but then michael will say something to assure him (”you are as good as gold to me”) because kitt is michael’s favourite, and he can’t see himself driving another car (long term). it’s something michael says because it’s a thing they have between them, it’s a silently acknowledged fact on both their ends. that kitt is michael’s car, and michael is kitt’s human.

michael says to deauville that kitt was programmed to protect human life at all costs, and that was the reason he broke through. but was it? when kitt assists in the robbery, he could have just as easily hurt people. his only function at that moment was to aid the break in, thus i think his programming to protect human life was overwritten to be completely subservient to deauville. on top of that, deauville is a smart guy. i’m pretty sure he made sure that kitt’s programming to protect human life was also reprogrammed to make sure there would be no slip ups. having something like that holding back a guy who’s had 3 of his own men killed (and who was prepared to have michael killed) doesn’t seem like something he’d let happen. so what’s left? kitt’s love, devotion and loyalty to michael, and as well, michael’s love and trust for kitt. michael trusted kitt would come through. he was prepared to offer up his life he was so sure. 

we see kitt struggling with his programming. he has his orders, he works for deauville, but there’s something holding him back. michael proclaims ownership of him, has a desperation and love in his voice, and then kitt drives backwards slightly. something deep in his core is telling him that this person is his person, that this human is not to be harmed. that this human is to be trusted. love, trust and communication. those two  have built that up throughout their time together, and it’s something that can’t be broken by logic or science. logically, it makes no sense. but that’s not what love is. it’s irrational, deep, and has no foundation in science whatsoever, and it’s clear that kitt and michael love each other very much. there was no need to physically alter kitt. there was something deeper there, something which science couldn’t ever explain, something which proves that kitt goes beyond just a simple cpu. he has the equivalent of thoughts and feelings. he is capable of feeling love. we hear it more in his voice as time goes by. he has pitch, he has emotional tone to it, despite his claims that he’s a machine and doesn’t feel, he definitely does, in some kind of a sense. maybe not a human sense, but in some way. he feels.

it’s also the classic breaking through mind control with love trope. when a character is controlled or possessed and their loved one begs them to see reason, begs them to remember who they are and their love, and sometimes it works. sometimes it doesn’t. in this case it worked. this can be a platonic, romantic or familial connection between characters, and i think that this particular scene with kitt and michael can be seen in all three ways, perhaps all at once. honestly, this show is not at all helping how much i ship them haha.

afterwards, michael breaks through to bonnie. he says they love each other, and she comes to. since it was immediately afterwards, and he used the same tactic with her as he did with kitt, it can be said that he and kitt love each other too, even stronger, in fact. their love is so deep it broke through all logic. it broke through something which should not be complex, and proved that kitt is just that. complex. he is not simply a machine, and while he obeys michael without thought, it becomes more and more obvious that he’s starting to choose to, rather than be forced to, seeing as it wasn’t his programming which made him break through and rejoin michael. it was michael’s words. he chose michael, and continues to do so.

i just. ugh i love that episode (and hate it bc it huuurts) and i love that scene. so poignant, and makes such a case for proving that kitt has feelings and affections, and his most deepest affection is for michael.

[protezioni]

⚑ for Sepheir and Zuro... and how about an unexpected crossover duo with ☂️ Shima And Yarohe :3 (yes this is Bc of the BQ Thieves)

Of course !! I love these duos with my whole heart!! Also omg, yes the BQ Thieves is a great squad!!

SHIMA IS A CHARACTER FROM ZETA, STAN @zetacomic !!

Zuro/Sepheir

…seeing someone else getting too close to your muse = ⚑

A mission for her and Zuro alone was something that wasn't rare. Her team usually works by their own individual missions, but these two went together a lot. The reason for this was because Zuro may have been strong, but he always wanted Sepheir by his side. After the whole incident... They promised they wouldn't leave each other, no matter what the consequence... and that promise will be kept. Right? "Sephie, something off?" He was confused for a moment, his hands still in his pocket. He stopped walking, his eyes just focused on hers. "Were you thinking of something negative again? Should I fight your bitch of a brain?" He removed his right hand from his pocket to cup her face. "Listen up, brainy bitch boo, stop making Sephie-"

She blinked a couple of times before smiling a bit. "Zuro, quit acting like that. I am fine." She held his hand and placed it away from her face. "We should focus on the mission at hand." She began walking ahead of him and he only grinned as he followed behind her. She sometimes wondered if he ever got tired of walking around, just following her pace... She wasn't even someone who was that interesting, but she admitted that she always felt relieved that he stayed with her. The whole world can be crumbling down, but he would still be a person who'd reach down to save her... But no one really saw that side of his except for her. "Zuro." She called out to him, and his head perked up. "Thank you for giving me special rights."

"Fuck yeah! You better be thankful, no ordinary person will get such treatment from this bitch!" He ran next to her before sticking his tongue out. "Only the best people can gain such a privelege from me, yeah?" He grinned as he began nudging Sepheir, who only began rolling her eyes but it soon became reslly silent laughs. "There we go, now we've got that smile showing! Fucking bless, that's some good shit. Mhmm." He might have a bad reputation, being a well known rule breaker and liar--- but this never changed the fact that he was someone who was actually the closest to her. Well... she was one of the people who saw his best sides. "I miss that smile of yours."

"You saw it a week ago."

"Still doesn't change the fact that I missed it."

"Despite being a bad boy as you call yourself, you're really sweet." She commented, before poking his cheek. "You're surprisingly considerate to the people you love, and you try your best to cheer them up. You always call yourself the personfied version of the devil, but yor actions say differently. You're no angel, you're no demon... But if you were any different creature, you'd be... probably a reaper. You take lives at your will, but you never do unless the time is right." She tried to make up words in her head, and she believed she sounded reslly stupid but she did not even look at Zuro to see how wide his smile was, his hand running through his hair.

"Well that's---" He stopped talking and coughed loudly. "Sephie, I think our targets are nearby." He whispered before bringing out his usual atmosphere. "Mafia drunkards, what bastards. They focus on human trafficking and smuggling those goods." It was good he remembered what they were known for, and she only nodded her head- her expression getting serious again. "As far as personality goes, there is no information. But as far as what they did it for, it was plainly for money. They joined the famiglia to gain access to that, and also for power. They don't have any family members... But they killed several. What has the leaders chosen, huh?"

"Unanimous decision of death." She replied before hiding her weapon. "You should be the one to hit them. As far as I know, they aim for women." She states this and Zuro twitched slightly. "They wouldn't have interest in a guy, but they would be interested in having a woman who they can sell." Without any sort of resistance, she removed her hair tie and her bag, handing it to him. "Be quick, you should be the one to kill them. I will only act as bait." She began using her position as a capo to make him obey, and he only sighed loudly before a scoff came from him. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Just follow the plan. Kill them once they're distracted enough."

"Understood, Sephie." He clenched his fists. "I swear to god, I'll kill them. Even before they touch you." No other words from him, he quickly went into hiding as she stayed in place. Messing up her hair, removing her suit, and unbutton some parts of her shirt. It was late at night, and it was easy to attract some men who were drunk. Skin usually gets them... They're digusting. She tied her blazer around her waist and only waited for them to come closer. Smell of alcohol and cigarettes, sight of bastards and drunkards... Whispering to each other as they eyed her... Then they moved closer. "These fuckers."

"Why, hello there, Miss~! Aren't you a pretty one? Would you want to-"

Sepheir's eyes widened as she noticed that their death was instant. Zuro has used her tonfas to bang the back of their heads, cracking their skull open in just a split second. "I told you to do it when they're distracted... You do know they would have a chance to counter. They're people from the mafia and---" She noticed how he didn't talk at all, he just began buttoning her shirt with a rather pissed off expression. "... You seem rather... You know what- nevermind. Thank you for ending this really quick... But be more careful." She continued talking, yet there was still no response. "Are you mad?" No answer... Until she was all buttoned up.

She felt his arms wrap around her and she began patting his head... "Not at you, but at them... Anyway, can we clean them up now?"

She only nodded her head, realizing that Zuro's protective side showed up just for her again.

Yarohe/Shima

…sharing an umbrella with your muse = ☂

The rain was only getting stronger as the minutes passed by. The rain drops was loud, the trees were swaying. Fuck. Why the hell did he not bring an umbrella? Of course he fucking didn't! There was no hint of rain when he went out of the damn academy, and weather decided to be a bitch and let this happen. He didn't voice out his complains, he only stayed under the shed with one word escaping his mouth... "Fuck." POP! Goddamn it, Ren isn't even fucking around! Great. A storm happening and now a flower on his head. This day was going horribly, and all he wanted to do was play his games. If only he-

"Shima?" Huh? "Shima? Shima! Yeah, it is you!" Someone began running next to him. She was soaking wet but she also had a bag with her. "Didn't expect to see you outside! But hey there!" He did not know how to feel about how radiative the positivity of this person was, but then... she was someone who was part of the BQ Thieves... Something established about a week ago. Or two. And well, she was one of the members and he compared her to the tea-loving chick. She only smiled brightly at him and he could definitely see why the Protezioni referred to her as one of the sunshine trios. "Do you want to come with me?" She blinked innocently and he only raised an eyebrow.

"Come with you? How would I come with you if you only have a rain coat? I'd get soaked." He brought this up and she only began fiddling with bag to find something... Then she pulled out an umbrella. What the fuck? "If you had an umbrella like this, why aren't you using it in the first place?!" He began to question her and he only sighed when she began laughing nervously. "Sure, whatever, let's go." He prepared the umbrella and began looking at her... She was someone who was described as selfless, but he still didn't like the fact she got wet even if she had a damn umbrella prepared. "Are you going or not?" He began questioning. "I won't get you wetter than you already fucking are. You're fucking soaked."

She began laughing before going under the umbrella with him. "I enjoy the rain!" She replied to him. "I remember when I was younger my family... Well, my biological family... Would play under the rain." She explained. "So when I get the chance, I do that a lot too and I don't care about the rain... but for now... I don't mind being under an umbrella with you." She quickly changed the topic so she wouldn't make herself sad. "I should probably get my jacket dry anyway, so I will end up squeezing the water out of it as we walk!" She brought up the yappy atmosphere again and Shima only muttered some inaudible things. "What was that?"

"I said that you don't always need to act so happy. Even compared to Namito, you show sadness less." He had to admit the truth. "It is weird to remain happy all the time, and I'm surprised you can actually fucking do that." He gave his opinion to her and Yarohe only tilted her head. "What I mean is- it is okay to be sad. Even for a little while. You can't always be this positive shit even when bad things happen. Or you'll end up masking yourself for the rest of your life." Fuck. Did he say too much? "But whatever, you decide with want you want to do with that. You can remain yourself, I don't really care." He shrugged.

There was silence in between them before he felt her pluck off a flower off his head. "You really are nicer than you act like you are." She brought the flower close to her face. "I wouldn't say you're the sweetest or nicest, but you are one of those people who I see as nice and sweet... And I really want to thank you for being such!" She plucked another flower off his head and he only uttered the words ow as she did. "But don't worry, I don't hide it all the time. I vent to people time-to-time. The other capos know how I truly feel, and so does my crew. Now, you do too! So does Ren! BQ Thieves, you know? Oh and Care Bear too! You guys know me well." She named people as she continued to pluck the flowers off his head.

"But it's only been two weeks."

"Four months!"

"FOUR FUCKING MONTHS?!"

"FLOWER!"

"Ow." He held the part of his hair where she plucked out the flower "I didn't know it was that long already." He didn't count the days after the collision happened, and he didn't count the days ever since the BQ Thieves happened, but he guessed that everyone else but Izami did... He was surprised by the fact it has been that long, but a part of him didn't mind at all. "Shit, did I actually lose the tract of time? I have just been playing different videogames for four months." He mumbled and she only continued walking next to him. "Anyway, where the fuck are we going? To the Protezioni House or Zygos Academy? This is your umbrella, so it's proper if you decide."

"Why don't we go to the arcade... It is the nearest place here and we could wait until the rain gets weaker... We could play a couple of games too!" She raised both of her arms in celebration. "You VS Me! In Arcade games! Since I offered it, it could be my treat! Then we can go to Zygos Academy, and I can bring my umbrella home and go back to my place! Does that seem fair enough?" She finally placed her arms down and Shima began thinking about it... Hell, it's her treat and playing games could be fun... "So what do you say?" She waited for his answer and he nodded his head.

"I'm down to do that." He agreed with her plan, knowing there was no reason for him to deny it. "Can we eat in Burger Queen after that?" It was part of the routine for them to eat there every time they went to a mall for whatever reason--- but he didn't really know if eating together was something that applies if only a part of the team was there.

"Of course we can!" She grabbed his arm and began pulling him to the direction of the arcade as he tried his best to hold unto the umbrella. What the fuck was she on? She was much stronger than she looked- what the fuck, she dragged him like a stroller bag... "FORWARD MARCH!"

"Fuck."

[aceprosecuties]

Some more Angel-Demon AU things under cut bc I have just been thinking instead of, you know, grading things

- Hellborn demons and fallen angels are two separate species, though they both reside in Hell and consider each other allies.  Fallen angels are on average considered stronger than hellborn demons, though this is not universal.  They are more feared because they actively turned away from Heaven’s light - they have demonstrated a free will that others have not, making them more chaotic. 

- The most feared fallen angels are Kristoph and Manfred, who have become as close to leaders as Hell could possibly have.  Of the two, Kristoph is considered the one you would not want to cross, since he has a talent of making anyone or any thing do as he pleases.  He could sweet talk a demon into walking directly into an angel’s smiting light.

- The best demon at getting people to sell their souls is Matt; his sweet face makes people forget what he actually is. 

- Simon (demon) has a contract with the human Athena Cykes - she sold her soul to him when she was a child in exchange for her mother’s life.  When it comes time to collect, Simon has difficulties bringing himself to do so and finds himself feeling sympathy for the now young woman.  This lands him in trouble with the higher-ups and is what causes him to be sent to Earth. 

- Nahyuta (angel) is sent to Earth because of his refusal to save a soul that his higher-ups told him to save; in his eyes, this person was not worthy of life, and he has begun to question the black-and-white morality that Heaven espouses.  This lands him in hot water, since that is how fallen angels tend to start.  

- Heaven is hierarchical and strict; lower-level angels are meant to obey the orders from above.  This makes the mysterious angel only known as Phantom an incredible and fearsome soldier.  He does what is ordered without question.  Only the higher-ups know his true name. 

- Both the Archangel Phoenix and the Archdemon Miles have been missing for some time; the rumor is that they slayed one another in a fierce battle that none were witnesses to.

- The angel Klavier watches over the human siblings Apollo and Trucy, though finds himself fearing that he will fall like his (closest) brother Kristoph. 

I haven’t figured out where I want the Feys, and I’m thinking Franziska as an angel.  BASICALLY I’m drawing some influence from super//natural because I am fucking weak but I do want to come up with a whole order for both Heaven and Hell.  In the past I’ve modeled Hell after Dante’s and Heaven might have the biblical order, but not sure yet.  

Going for a whole grey-morality thing aha.

[pitiflame-archived]

Drabble for @gellintalah bc neither of us have a soul. I hope this is alright adgkg Under the cut for length and totally not bc there’s a murder

Their relationship had to solely be kept behind closed doors. For both of their safeties, neither could publicly come forward with their feelings for the other. It was a hell they had to endure alone. The two tempted fate each time they found themselves together in public, trying so hard to resist the urge to touch the other. Even brushing their shoulders seemed too intimate a moment for the rogue and Grand Magister to share.

Rommath hated it. He hated the secrecy. He hates having to step carefully around her while others were around for fear of their relationship being found out. If their secret was discovered, it would be disastrous for the both of them. BOTH would be labeled a traitor. For Rommath, he could very well lose his position as Grand Magister. After how much work and dedication he had put into the title and ranking, it would be devastating to lose it.

Despite his paranoia around his and Nanthis’s relationship, he felt they had done a rather good job of hiding themselves from the public eye. When they wanted their solidarity with the other, it was no problem for either of them to take a quick portal to her garrison back in Draenor. Still, those moments spent there seemed too short just to go back to pretending they hate each other for factions sake.

Of course no matter how careful and precise they were, as fate would have it, there would come a day where the two starcrossed elves were inevitably found out. What neither could have predicted was the severity of their punishment for their “crimes”. It wasn't long after the announcement was made by Sylvanas to send troops to aid her in Ashenvale then up into Darkshore.

Rommath had explicitly spoke against her wishes though ultimately Lor’themar had to obey her command. The Regent Lord shared much the same opinion with the Grand Magister though he had no other option. At the risk of Sylvanas turning her back on the lands she once protected and called home should the Alliance make it this far north, he couldn't afford to run the risk.

Reluctantly, what numbers they could spare were sent to the warband that would assist High Warlord Saurfang in the March across Ashenvale. Through the entire debate, Rommath’s thoughts drifted to Nanthis. At this very moment she could very well be joining the other Kaldorei in the defense of their homelands. She could very well be walking to her death.

The thought made his stomach lurch heavily and he had to excuse himself for fear of his breakfast making an unsightly reappearance. The thoughts swirling his mind all resulted with her being hurt, maimed, or Light forbid anything worse. He had to see her, had to make sure she was alright..

He had to.

He couldn't.

He had to.

But what if-

No. The only way his mind would be eased was to make sure Nanthis wouldn't be joining those bodies that would soon line the shores of Teldrassil. While not directly able to go to her at the moment, as fate would have it, he got his answer soon enough. He himself had been summoned by Sylvanas herself to which his fears only grew stronger, knotting his stomach and feeling as if his heart would stop at any given moment.

She had recently returned from Darkshore. There were tears in the fabric of her armor. Scuffed and bloodied pieces of plate adorned her. Despite her disheveled look, the Banshee Queen looked same as ever. Glaring cold, expression unreadable, she sat with one leg lazily thrown over the other as she tapped impatiently for the Grand Magister’s appearance. Over all of this, she was covered head to toe in soot and ash. He desperately wanted to question what she’s done to be in such a state but for fear of the answer, as well as not wanting to irritate her further, kept his thoughts to himself. Instead, she was met with his own icy glare.

Before Sylvanas was Nanthis. Her arms were bound by thick ropes behind her back, more binding her legs together, and her mask had been stuffed into her mouth to keep her quiet. The furiously murderous glint in her eyes spoke enough for her, though. It took all of Rommath’s self control not to go to her, his first instincts being to comfort her. But with the eyes of their Warchief as well as the entourage that circled her within her chambers deep in the Undercity, he could not. As badly as he wanted to, he resisted.

Internally, he was reeling. His mind screamed, the fire he controlled so easily pushing against his entire being, desperate to be released and end whatever Sylvanas had planned for Nanthis and himself. But Rommath externally kept his cool the only way he knew how. A feigned disinterested look to Nanthis followed by a cocked brow to the Warchief, Rommath sighed in a feigned boredom.

“I do hope you haven’t called me here to waste my time, Lady Windrunner. What matter of business do you have with me?” He spoke.

Sylvanas simply narrowed her eyes in contemplation as she leaned forward, motioning with a gloved hand to Nanthis. “I believe you’ve left your mess lying around, Grand Magister.”

“Forgive me but I’ve no idea what you’re speaking of.” Rommath replied.

Now it was her turn to raise a brow to him, though hers had been accompanied by a disbelieving smirk. “Oh but I do think you know exactly what I mean.” Sylvanas said in a tone that was way too sweet for the otherwise bloodthirsty Warchief. It was unsettling to Rommath.

“I’m afraid I do not.” He rolled his eyes softly and tapped his foot impatiently. “I must insist, My Lady, if you only called me here on false allegations of whatever this ‘mess’ may be, I do have better things to attend to than red herrings. As I’m sure you do as well.”

The Banshee Queen shrugged her shoulders, leaning back once more. With a nonchalant wave of her hand towards Nathanos, her ever loyal hound it would seem even in death, the human drew a dagger from underneath his cloak. In a swift motion, he had grabbed Nanthis and pressed the dagger to her throat. Watching this, Rommath’s breath caught in his throat and the grip on his staff strengthened to the point he was almost white knuckled.

“So you’ve no idea who this Kaldorei is?” Sylvanas asked him.

Rommath shook his head, more to keep himself from sparing a glance at Nanthis and having the facade shatter. “Not at all, Warchief.”

Sylvanas’s gaze bore into him, as if she could peer into his very thoughts. Rommath felt a chill go up his spine at the intensity of her gaze but held his ground, matching her glare with his own. “Then so be it. Perhaps you were right and this was simply a red herring. But what’s one more bloodstain on the carpet, I suppose. Nathaos, dispose of this wretch. I can almost feel the poison in her eyes as much as I can see it now.”

“Wait-” Rommath said hastily. Too hastily. Nathanos still held the blade to Nanthis’s throat, a fine trickle of blood oozing steadily out where the tip dug into her skin though he had stilled his hand at the Grand Magister’s outburst. He was panicking. He could feel it. Perhaps he could still silver tongue his way out of this, as he had done most of his life in sticky situations. At least get her out of this.

“Well? What is it? If you’ve no knowledge of this girl, let her die quickly so she may join her loved ones with those that hadn’t been as fortunate to escape that unsightly tree.” Sylvanas said. Nanthis whipped her head to the Banshee Queen, growling at her. This seemed to amuse the Warchief, as she used a taloned finger to drag across her cheek. The action was slow and left a scratch where the claw had been, the first droplets of blood dripping from the wound as she continued.

Rommath took a breath to steady himself, the bottom of his staff ringing loudly throughout the throne room as he banged it on the ground. “What manner of crime has she committed that it’s punishable by death?”

Sylvanas smirked again towards the Grand Magister. “And why do you care so much, Grand Magister? I’ve always thought you the one to care little about our Alliance counterparts. What’s one more of their worthless lives ended so that we may prosper in their place?”

“I can accept it when it’s those that deserve it. Not defenseless innocent civilians. That marks the line between outright hatred and justifiable war, I think.”

Something sparked behind the Banshee Queen’s expression though Rommath wasn’t sure what exactly the emotion had been. Frowning, she continued. “You’ve no idea what’s justifiable and what’s hated. You, of all people, who have lived the luxurious life behind your golden walls and high spires. You have no idea what true war is. Petty battles, perhaps, I’m more than aware of your assistance in Suramar. Before that, the Isle of Thunder. But war is far more aggressive. Far more bloody. We kill the enemy before they have a chance to kill us.”

“She’s innocent.”

“And how do you know this, Grand Magister?” Her tone was becoming increasingly annoyed. “How do you know she hasn’t singlehandedly taken out an entire squad of our own? She could have been responsible for a great number of deaths and yet you call her innocent.”

“I..” Rommath started. Truthfully, he knew Nanthis enough that she was far from the most innocent being. She had likely not gone down without a fight. Not easily at all. He wondered just how many it had taken to subdue her. “I suppose you’re right. I’ve no proof whether she truly is or not.” He sounded defeated much to his chagrin.

“You claim you don’t know her and yet you defended her.” Came the smug voice of Nathanos, still at Nanthis’s throat. “Could be a bit more obvious, Grand Magister.”

He shot Blightcaller a cold look. “I insist, I don’t know her. I was merely speculating that she’s done nothing to warrant being gutted on the ground like some animal is all. Despite whatever war crimes you may think of her, she doesn’t deserve to be treated like some mongrel lesser being.”

Nathanos just nodded his head, a sly expression tinting his face. In another swift motion he had lowered the blade though this time it was to dig into the Kaldorei’s shoulder, cutting from shoulder to collar bone. Scarlet gushed over the rogue’s clothes and she hissed around the mouthful of cloth. Rommath tensed again, this time his fingers twitched as his magic had been brought forth. Small sparks escaped his fingertips and a curse flew from under his breath.

They were doing this on purpose. Backing him into a corner and turning his words around on him so he’ll admit his knowledge of Nanthis before them. They know. How the hell did they know?! All his fears were manifesting as Nathanos once again brought the dagger to her flesh, this time from between her collar bones down to the center of her sternum. Nanthis threw her head backwards and there was a crack as her skull met the undead human’s nose.

“Fucking bitch!” He growled out. She was shoved to the ground before Nathanos dived on top of her. He brought the dagger back down into her chest into her ribcage opposite to where her heart would be. Rommath’s own heartbeat could be heard pounding in his ears as he watched the scene unfold. To at least keep somewhat of the illusion that he doesn’t care about this supposed mysterious woman, he shifted his weight from foot to foot as if he were growing impatient.

“Are we done here?” The words were forced out but at least his tone remained steady. Completely opposite to the swirling storm he could feel rising inside of him.

“Ah? If your words ring true and it’s correct you’ve no feelings for this woman, it shouldn’t bug you to witness her end.” Sylvanas said overly sweetly again.

They knew exactly what they were doing. Purposely trying to rile up Rommath to get him to explicitly state he was involved with this woman and out him as a traitor of the Horde and his own people because of it. As much as it shattered him to do so, to bear witness to this gruesome display, they would not break him more than they had already. His heart screamed out for Nanthis but, same as it had always been, he could do nothing but watch her writhe on the ground.

Nathanos had caught her cheek again, a long bloody scratch just barely missing an eye all the way down to her chin. With a last roar from the human, he dug the blade deep into Nanthis’s stomach. With no way to defend herself, she could do nothing but attempt to buck up and headbutt him again though the action just twisted the blade deeper into her gut. He twisted and pulled repeatedly, completely eviscerating her innards, until she was no longer moving. Rommath couldn’t breath. He stared forlornly at the Kaldorei’s body, finally daring a glance to her and whatever remained of his heart evaporated then. Her final expression was teary eyed and full of pain, looking directly to him. Blood poured from her nose, her mouth, the countless wounds across her body.

And he had done nothing to stop it.

“Are we done here?” He repeated. The words were flat. Without meaning. Devoid of emotion.

Sylvanas glared him up and down again, watching for some reaction or some twitch from the Grand Magister but he would give none. They had taken the one person he cared for most in this world. They wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing him grieve either.

“So be it. Dismissed, Grand Magister.”

He didn’t waste time with a courtesy or farewell. The sooner he got as far away from Sylvanas and Nathanos, away from Nanthis’s corpse, the better. A portal later had sent him back to Silvermoon, to the confines of his own home. The portal closed behind him and Rommath took in a deep, deep breath as his staff fell to the floor. It had barely hit the floor when the tears came to him, causing the Grand Magister to send every object on the desk nearest him shattering against the floor. Soon, he too, would join these objects. Broken, on his knees as he gasped for breath around the sobs that wracked him to his core.

[camarilla-intuition]

Metalocalypse convo with @trans-karkat was just really good so..... Featuring bad mouse pad coloring because prismatic Toki. Closest I get to writing fics is just firing off ideas with Stevie, below the cut is 15 pages worth of au ideas.

Nathan- Sea, water and water creatures. Sound and romantic stuff as minor domains

Pickles- Earth, plants, intoxicants and parties. Probably more

Murderface- Fire, pestilence. Preservation of history

Skwissguard-Air, sky, storms, minor in metal and electricity.

Toki- Death, Heart, colors. extends to like life and souls n stuff.

Minor gods: Abigail viewed as an advisor, Charles as a prophet, Dick Nubbler a messenger, chef zombie and Klokateers as servants. etc.

Camarilla- Okay so..... what if…. they became.... an actual pantheon of gods... cause I have IDEAS

crab - yes yes yes yes yes yes

Camarilla-like Toki is obvious: major powers of death and like side shit of color and maybe more he hasn't bothered to uncover in himself.

Nathan gets Water and sound

Pickles probably of wine/intoxicants but that’s his front for his actual powers more being in like with like plants and earth shit.  with like instead of a crown of grapes like in greece it’s a crown of Hops, the kind they use to make beer.

or maybe both.

crab- yheyheayheayheah

he's dionysius basically

Camarilla- Skwissgaar gets skies and all that entails, maybe some fun ass space and storm imagery thrown in.

crab- also fertility

Camarilla- Oh yeah for sure... I started notes in my sketchbook and that is written down first lmao.   but Murderface gets fire then idk

crab- fdhjknh

murderface is probably like uhhh

FUCK

HUE SAID PESTILENCE

Camarilla- NICE YES FIRE AND PESTILENCE. just the idea of them getting god powers, trying to keep living their normal lives, while also accidentally doing god shit all over the place is just alsdkjg;ashfd;ajsndfv

crab- yehyehayeahh

YEAAAH

Camarilla- also it's hard to give everyone their own god like aesthetics when they also all need to be metal.... I haven't looked at enough metal fashion lately stevie this is tragic

Crab- YEAH agreed

i need to too .

Camarilla- Also I think Pickles is less an actual Dionysius and more he pretends to be cause that’s more metal than like, a Demeter or some shit.

crab-yehyeah that'd be cool

Camarilla- I was thinking elemental stuff for everyone but none of the elements fit Toki, so Everyone else gets Earth, Water, Fire, air and he's just DEATH

crab-he's like.. a nature god but that kind of thing is his Specialty

fdjgkhjn

YEAHHH

death.............

METAL

he's heart

or.. like

spirit

that's basically death

Camarilla-haha soul energy/ heart/ human element to it yeah that works that’s what they did in that W.I.T.C.H comic using the same words even

Crab- yehyeahyeahh

it manifests both in like

death and also like...

the positive aspects

Camarilla-Earth, fire, Water, Air, Spirit.

yeah i really wana give him like color and light spectrum as a minor power, like maybe how his 'spirit' ability would manifest.

crab-yeah omg

or like.. illusions

slash like.. bringing things to life

he takes life n gives life

Camarilla- but like..... socially/mentally damaged people turned found family, turned odd ball pantheon is MY JAM KINDA STORY

Yeah!

crab-YEAHHHHHH

toki accidentally turns all the shit in his room to life

like.. the model planes n deaddy bear n his other toys

Camarilla- They all have like crowns/ cool god outfits they can customize a la homestuck style but fancier and they all have the doomstar and/or the dethklok symbol on it that won’t go away no matter what color or style they make the outfits.

But holy shit yes good this is good

crab-yehaeyaheyaeyah

skwisgaar can't stop floating

Camarilla-god mode/powers auto give them the fucking dark eye makeup they normally wear on stage but like as a stain/discoloration and at the beginning they only can make the god mode work while performing but eventually the powers pop up more and more.

Crab- yehayeah

skwis keeps accidentally electrocuting people by touching them

Camarilla-toki's crown should look like a skull but like, with a cat ear silhouette and feather details.

crab-YEAAAAAAH

that's good

toki has like.. skeleton wings

Camarilla-but lmao yes little things like that. like Nathan gets angry and water faucets explode a little.

crab-FUCK

skwisgaar orgasms and fucking

it’s like

Camarilla-his crown is a whale and spikes and swirling wave shapes.

OH NO

crab-(thunderclap booms down the hallway, also a woman screaming)

toki: oh he does it again

Camarilla-oh no

it true

crab-yheyheayha that’s good though that’d be a pretty crown

murderface burns his mustache

FUCK

HUE JUST SUGGESTED

SKWISGAAR'S HAIR LIKE

WHENEVER HE GETS A BONER LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY RUBBED A BALLOON ON HIS HEAD

Camarilla-the fans start to notice the supernatural happenings and the band is just like "What did you think 'Blazing star' meant? god catch up."

Crab-ssjfdghbgh

Camarilla-LMAO I was already picturing that Skwissguard hair just starts doing the drama floaty thing whenever his powers start showing up and the more and more it happens the more his hair is just perma doing the floaty thing.

crab-hue just now- 'pickles doing the deadly hexikicks and a fucking earthquake happens two cities over'

nathan talks to fish

Camarilla-HAHA YEAH THATS THE SHIT. he's bored and standing on the Mordehaus yard or some shit and starts thinking about wine or beer and the grapes just start GROWING from his feet and he doesn't even fucking notice.

YES PLEASE YES GOOD

crab-i mean that’s already fucking canon

but he like.

starts talking to All fish and all fish talk back instead of just the whales.

Camarilla-when nathan has better control he can make those water audio files by himself

crab-murderface can never touch firecrackers without them exploding in his face

Camarilla-yeah!!!!

Good.

crab-he burns his confederate boxers

dfnhbhbh hue just said. he farts fire

Camarilla-someone else takes a sip/eats from something murderface had touched/drank from(probably on accident cause hella ew) and they get like Serious FEVERS for the next 3 weeks if not die from fever.

crab-ok him playing a flaming bass guitar would be pretty cool though

Camarilla-yeah and the SHITTY SHITTY double meaning of flaming... god

crab-HAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

OHHH MY GOD

this is fucking incredible

Camarilla-YEAH GOD

crab-any groupies who touch murderface go home with like. boils

also murderface fucking. makes people puke but mostly makes himself puke

Camarilla-YEAH even more reason to avoid everything about him

crab-like

the powers manifest when he feels disgusted

so when he's looking in the mirror he just

covers himself in like.. Pustules

Camarilla-oh god yeah the powers lean more toward the pestilence side the more self deprecating he is.

Crab-yeaeheyahheyah

Camarilla-maybe that would make the band actually make him go to therapy.

crab-HJDFKBKJGH

Camarilla-CHARLES tho. like nobody expects anyone else to develope any other power but the sheer proximity and attention from the band gods gives a little something to people they favor.

crab-yehayeha and he's like

still the high priest of the church of the black klok

Camarilla-like Charles starts seeing things a few mins before they happen, not everything but small premonitions. and they get more useful and farther ahead the more he realizes them. he also starts seeing when people lie, or even when they are hiding something.

crab-YESSS

Camarilla-YEAH lmao

crab-and he's like.. partially immortal

Camarilla- yes good.

Abigail notices that other people just listen better to what she says, like they obey her easier. probably also something more subtle like extremely good luck that ers on the side of probablility manipulation.  her other clients she produces for just get better and better cause she’s there and making it work.

Crab-yheyeayheah

Camarilla- Dick Nubbler guy gets like Synesthesia like visual cues at sound, his engineering doubles in efficiency and skill.

crab-yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

like.. Technomancy

Camarilla-basically yeah!

idk who else is around the band a lot?

crab-yeah uhhh

i think that’s about it tbh

jean pierre but he's not exactly ..... human

Camarilla-yeah honestly....

hes like.... just a undead minion basically....

OH! the Klokateers start getting stronger, fewer die form weird accidents.

Crab-yeyaheayeha

Camarilla- better reflexes, better constitution. that pyrotechnics explosion that should have killed them just bruises them now.

crab-Hell Yeah

god... this would be so good

Camarilla-the longer you stay working for them the better you feel, even if it's not the same kind of direct influence that people the band favors would get.

Crab-yheyheah

Camarilla- LMAO RIGHT??? the ideal little things that i know won’t ever happen in canon

crab-what would like............ happen plot wise......

Camarilla-IDK

Crab- i guess they would just sort of serve to like

gain even more esteem with humanity and even more of a following

Like

Camarilla-just weird god shit preparing them to fight/defend themselves and the world from the half man

crab-they had a following as celebrities but this is the next level so that like

people actually start legit worshipping them on a god basis and like..... are prepared to follow them wherever they're supposed to lead humanity

Camarilla-well like then you get into the discussion of when you compare celebrities in pop culture to the idolization of old gods. It’s a comparison people have made before, it would almost seem natural for the progression of their popularity

crab-eyaheayh

but they definitely like need something to push them out of the celebrity bubble and into like....... Oh, These People Are Shepherding Humanity

bc at least in the eyes of the governments and shit they’re still just some dudes

Camarilla-But then you have the weirdness of your gods living among you and making mistakes. being much more imperfect and greek god like.

crab-yesssssssssssssss

me:  My People Had It Right

Camarilla-I think there would always be the possibility of denial, so you’d need something like when the greek gods did, giant acts of impossible power, to really prove them wrong but the boys are just... too damn lazy for that shit

crab-yheayehayeh

people online keep try to like

debunk everythign

Camarilla- so they just end up existing in this weird limbo of gods/not gods, until their immortality would start catching up with them lmao

crab-yess

i think they'd be stuck at the ages they were when salacia 'started' the klok by killing that dude

Camarilla-They wouldn't even care cause like hey them trying to doubt our awesome superpowers isn't half as bad as some of the other stuff the media/fans have tried to do before

crab-yeah lmao and also they don’t give a shit about the fans

Camarilla-but yeah!

Crab- they start having to fight / have conflicts with other deity like entities or whatever the hell salacia is  , like..

things or people from  wherever he came from

Camarilla-YEAH that’s good for short term conflict. but like, any decent group of people turned immortals/gods would probably sit back and try to let the world and humanity run itself cause like how are you ever gonna keep up with so much change if you're an immortal with the mind of a normal ass dude.

crab-ye

oh also nathan can breathe water

nathan just fuckin starts hanging out in the mariana trench

Camarilla-but those boys probably wouldn't care so much, they'd just keep doing what they want and the world would just have to LIVE with these rude as fuck Jack offs being sometimes gods.

Crab- fdngnkh

i think it’d be hilarious if they hadn't actually done anything like that until they realized that

but that's PROBABLY statistically impossible

Camarilla-they have to fucking... run halfway across their universe to hopefully avoid the other band mates noticing since it's like.... a really uncontrolled moment of power if they aren't careful.

crab-skwisgaar's thing is less about creating life and more about extending himself and his energy, and creating like.. a web of life and particle interaction

Camarilla-everyone still probably notices real quick tho.

Yeah!

crab-HAHAHAHA

Camarilla-like the way the wind travels, is everywhere reaches out over the globe that kinda thing.

crab-yeah because toki has literal lightning in his eyes for years after

Camarilla-also it could be centuries into this god shit and they'd all just... keep calling each other band mates outside of stressful situations.

crab-HAHAHAHA

the terminology takes on a whole different cultural meaning

bandmates are closer than brothers and soulmates

the band never catches on

Camarilla-lmao yes! prolonged physical contact with one another affects them in slightly subtler ways than it would a mortal but still does. especially if sex/feelings are involved.

lmao YEAH god

I'd think that an immortal swiss would still sleep around where he could, but like, Toki wouldn't so much and that would be ANOTHER thing they both avoid addressing for a LONG ass time. haah IMMORTALITY suckers.

crab-YEAH lmao

since it's just with mortal beings toki would be like

eh, they dies anyways

his insecurity issues get a lot better as like.. thousands of years go by

and he wouldn't care if it was with the other guys because they all do it eventually

UFKCING

Camarilla-I think that for any mortal Toki is close too there are.. les obvious signs than the other leave. like it's so rarely happens but it still does sometimes and almost none of it's a physical sign. they can start seeing more colors in the world then they thought possible and like... yeah good

crab-nathan: hey guys, uhh. so i've been thinking, and.... you know how like. we ain't exactly human anymore, right. nathan: like. look at toki, he's a fuckin bipedal rabbit with like four heads and glitter for breath. also cut that shit out, it's not biodegradable. nathan: anyway point is nathan: is being gay even like. a thing

Camarilla-they all are super close probably but also need afucking break sometimes. so maybe they just try to live lifetimes as normal as they can. as normal as the lives they missed out on the first go around. even tho they wouldn't give that up for the whole universe.

crab-the rest of them: uhhhh

yeyheayheah

toki can be found in like

almost any large group of children

go into a chuck e cheese. he's there in the ball pit, eight years old

Camarilla-everyone has those DUMB ass shocked expressions they all make for like....  a soild three hours straight, at the least.

YES GOOD IDEAL

crab-YEHAEYAHEYAH

skwisgaar can usually be found at those kinds of things too, half the time if toki's there he's in the background standing around

he makes the animatronics dance

Camarilla-HA yes good. Murderface just, starts being at events that will later be viewed as historically important. none of them have time/spacial based powers but it’s just this uncanny thing cause he WANTS to witness history so bad.

crab-yheayehaeyah

if anybody figures out how to time travel it's him

Camarilla-hmm yeah.

crab-that would have the potential to seriously fuck w things though

so idk if itd happen

OH I DIDNT READ UR TIME SPACIAL BASED POWERS BIT

gjkhlj

yeah i agree i think.

it's more of a like.. nostalgia history thing

none of them are smart enough to do math and timespace powers require math

Camarilla-lmao but like. people all the time, hear the stories and lowkey view figures like Charles, Abigail, Dick, as like minor gods. minor parts of the pantheon. prophet, guide/advisor, messenger type roles.

but yeah that was my thought!

crab-yeahyeah

god

theyre gods but they can't ufkcing do math still

they all refuse to learn

Camarilla-GOD oh no

crab-skwisgaar has an instinctual understanding of particle physics but he won't fucking learn to do long division

Camarilla-but then they'd have to bother to learn how each different place does the math stevie! who wants to do that!

crab-YEAH

Camarilla-lmao he's just listening to some scientist in an interview or documentary on tv explain how they could get this great machine or theory to work, honestly they’re just so close! just have to figure out the right adjustment!

and he just

slips right over and does the damn thing like 'you fools look this is EASY.'

crab--boops one electron into place-

'see??? was thats so hards'

Camarilla-"HOW are you doing that?" "I donts sknow i just ams. look you just put yours hands out here and just." "NO BUT HOW??"

crab-'you know, you moves the... and then bing bangs, boom'

Camarilla-their god powers have a scientific base but god forbid they are ever able to explain how their shit works. like they are more than human but they still exist within the universe and it's rules.

crab-YEAH

they have a really high like.. powerful understanding of things innately within them but like

they're still dumb as hell

Camarilla-of course!

crab-when toki gets a better grip on his powers and how they're linked to him emotionally surveillance footage from multiple hospitals shows a like. ten ish year old boy walking into the kids wards, saying hello to everybody individually, and walking out moments before doctors realize that Literally Everything all the children were there for has been cured

Camarilla-they just, as much as they NEED people and life around cause they still have mostly mortal minds, they also just, don't actively care that much. they basically probably make sure that the civilizations they look over don't completely destroy one another and that they have internet and a media to be on. Haha

crab-yehyeah

eventually toki gets sort of jaded by death and stops healing people, because they just.. die eventually anyway in a few years

he has a soft spot for kids though

he mostly just does it when people pray specifically to him.

crab-so people learn to do that lmao

Camarilla-so more little things and acts with the very occasional GRAND performance and they keep the big impossibilities to a level that people can still deny if they want! and that doesn't matter to them so much, makes them feel more like they did backs as mortals, back as just a normal band again!

Crab-yehyeah

Camarilla-but still all the little impossibly things happen around them and they still just have that undeniable godly magnetism to their music!

Crab-yessss

Camarilla-hha toki taking care of sick kids is my fave yes good

crab-yesss

reports roll in of a series of allegedly abusive parents being attacked by impossibly large falcons

Camarilla-it maybe creeps everyone out when Toki pretends to be a kid again but they also all get it like yeah. even tho like sometimes they'd probably feel too big to even fit in any 'human' form so like why bother when it feels so weird. but even tho MF holds on to the human traits the longest, Toki is the one who spends the most time actively TRYING to look human!

crab-yehyeah

he's just.. bad at it sometimes

kids don't care though

Camarilla-YES! he just lives out the kinds fo rescues and fantasies he probably had. and with his new form and understanding he never ever has to feel cold again!

Crab-yehyeah

Camarilla-Skwiss probably helps with that bit

crab-people try to appeal to skwisgaar for romantic help but that's actually nathan's department

Camarilla-preventing the cold, teaches him how to direct the energy in that way. like not a step by step lesson, no science to it. it's all about feeling the energy and how it's working and all the little factors of weather and thermodynamics turned into metaphors based in music and chords

Crab-yehyheyheah

Camarilla-but he still explains it and Toki gets it pretty easy

crab-that's so good