#the ultimate heart burn and cure

[askbloatedbellyblog]

Anon who tossed the sanji prompt ur way back with another OP man i need to see stuffed (can i just nab one piece belly anon as a title?) Anyways I think that ace's belly would get warmer the fuller he is so when he's stuffed to the brim it's like putting your hands on a space heater

And he burps fire bc i mean of course he does-

Generally I agree, though I think I'd make the distinction of it's not when he's fuller, it's when he's digesting. Like if he ate a mountain of ice cream, it wouldn't instantly melt, it would start to digest and would heat up his belly. So when he really starts digesting and his stomach is all loud and gurgly, that's when it kicks into high gear. It probably even makes his burps worse as it's kicking up literal gas and maybe even mini reactions to fire at the top level of his stomach (I'm thinking like mini explosions like pop rocks). That makes his belly warm and if you rubbed it, you might feel the gas or other reactions.

And yes agreed, he probably could burp fire (though depends on what's in his stomach. I think most liquid would tamp down the fire, other than maybe the chance the alcohol would ignite). Plus if there are mini explosions maybe there's a chance that he burps different colors with the different chemicals.

[ahlyasimps]

Sebastian Sallow Headcanons

A/N: Prefer the way I wrote these headcanons to my Ominis ones.

✧ Totally the type to drag you out on some adventurous dates. Sebastian is a thrill-seeker who loves exploring dangerous places, so he might take you on a midnight broomstick ride to the forbidden forest or hocus pocus your way through a poacher camp. He might also challenge you to a game of Quidditch or suggest sneaking out of Hogwarts to visit a nearby village.

✧ Despite his daredevil and bullheaded nature, Sebastian is also a bookworm who enjoys reading about ancient magic and history. He needs to find a cure for Anne after all and some of the books he read genuinely sparked a passion for reading in him. He might take you to the Hogwarts library and show you his favourite books, or ask you about your opinion on wizarding history and magical beasts.

✧ Sebastian is known to be a shameless flirt and someone who can charm the pants off anybody but it’s a mask to hide a boy desperate to protect those he holds dear. This might make it challenging to get to know him at first. However, as you spend more time together, he might reveal his deeper thoughts and emotions, giving you a glimpse into his complex personality.

✧Sebastian has a sarcastic sense of humor and a love for puns/dad jokes, which can be both hilarious and infuriating at the same time. He enjoys banter and witty exchanges, and he loves to make his partner laugh.

✧ Sebastian is interested in the darker aspects of magic, he taught himself the Unforgivables after all. He needs someone who can understand this and not hesitate to pull him back when he goes too far. This could lead to some interesting conversations or debates about the ethics of magic (”how is a painless death from Avada Kedavra banned but burning someone alive with incendio isnt?” he likes to say). You’re the best person for this after all since the Unforgivables aren’t as taboo for someone so new to this magical world. He feels like he can have a genuine conversation with someone about it without being painted as the bad guy straight away.

✧ Despite his chill demeanor, Sebastian is fiercely loyal to his friends and loved ones. He might joke around and tease you in public, but he'll defend you and stand by your side when it counts. He might also show his protective side by teaching you defensive spells in the Undercroft or offering to walk you back to your dormitory after a late-night adventure. He refuses to let even a scratch land on you.

✧ Sebastian is a bit of a romantic at heart, even if he doesn't always show it. He might surprise you with a handmade gift, a poem he wrote just for you (which is about as bad as you’d expect it to be), or a surprise date that he planned with meticulous attention to detail. He wants to make you feel special and appreciated, even if he doesn't always know how to express it.

✧ Ultimately, dating Sebastian would be a whirlwind of adventure, mystery, and complex emotions, with plenty of opportunities for growth and exploration.

[dragoneyes618]

"There was a case where a certain man set his eyes on a certain woman and his heart became [so] consumed with burning desire [that his life was endangered]. When doctors were consulted, they said, "His only cure is that she submit to him." The sages responded, "Let him die rather than have her yield." "Then let her stand naked before him," [the doctors said]. "Let him die rather than that she stand naked before him." "Then let her at least talk to him from behind a fence." "Let him die rather than that she talk to him from behind a fence."

- Babylonian Talmud, Sanhedrin 75a

"This passage, one of the most misunderstood in the Talmud, has led more than a few people to conclude that the sages were so puritanical that they deemed it preferable that an unmarried man die rather than converse with an unmarried woman.

However, this narrative has little to do with illicit sexual behavior; it really concerns emotional blackmail. Imagine the societal damage that would ensure if whenever one person's will was thwarted by another, the rejected party said he [or she] would die if the other party did not grant whatever he or she wished. Ultimately, the fact that this man is obsessed with this woman is his problem, and his alone (the Talmud provides no indication that the woman had led him on); thus, he is not entitled to make demands of her. As Hyam Maccoby insightfully notes: "What the story is really telling us is that no woman is required to sacrifice her status or dignity for the sake of a madman."

What makes this case so unusual is the doctors' claim that the man's life is at stake. Normally, when such a diagnosis is made, Jewish law permits a whole range of otherwise forbidden activities. For example, if the doctors had said the man must eat unkosher food lest he die, the Rabbis would have permitted it. But Jewish law never permits imposing unreasonable demands on others, even when a life is at stake. Thus, if the same man should insist that his cure is conditional on other people's eating unkosher food, this would not be permitted. Standards of behavior in Jewish life cannot be determined by the insane or the intransigent."

-Jewish Wisdom, Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, pages 133-134

[dynamicsimp]

So if I may ask what gave you the idea to make the shot AUs a love based zombie movie?

And incase that wasn’t your intention, there are a lot of parallels to a zombie infection within the affects of the Cupid gun:

- In all four versions the shot wound is left open and bleeding, especially when the victim is laser focused on their target.

- The victim chases relentlessly after their target never letting anything stand in their way.

- In eyeshot and headshot where the infection is limited to one part of the body (the brain) the effects are easily dealt with and subdued (even if only temporary).

- In backshot and frontshot where the infection enters the bloodstream (via the spine and heart respectively) it causes the effects to spread through the entire body quickly, violently, and much more instantly, causing the additional side effect of the victim’s body “decaying” the longer they’re deprived of their targets love.

- The victim becomes extremely violent when disturbed (especially in backshot and frontshot), but if left to their own devices they become very docile.

- The effects of the infection are permanent until the victim is given a very specific cure.

- Not to mention the Cupid gun’s creation can be paralleled to the viruses that scientists in zombie movies create with the intent of creating something extremely helpful that ultimately backfires very badly.

- The celestials being divided on the Cupid gun being either completely harmless or extremely dangerous could be compared to the scientists in zombie movies debating whether the initial outbreak was a small mishap that can be quickly dealt with or an apocalyptic level disaster.

CW: The explanation may trigger some people so read at risk.

I grew up watching way too many love based zombie movies or just Horror Romance in general.

Given that Macaque is literally dead but came back to life just represent him as a zombie in a way except he's not rotting and he wouldn't stop at nothing to get revenge on Wukong. He makes a very perfect candidate to test out the Horror Romance genre for Shadowpeach or any other ships that include him.

Kinda like Cupid's arrow, a gun has much more lethal side effects to the victim. For example, causing the wound to burn up as the bullet is hot when fired while also crushing the bones upon impact. Arrows could be just as lethal if you manage to hit a vital organ.

I actually planned to make EyeShot and HeadShot AUs to be much darker than intended but decided to make BackShot and FrontShot AUs the more violent and love deprived one so there's a SFW (although not so SFW but there's no AHEM AHEM-) and a NSFW so people could choose whichever AU they're more comfortable with.

It was actually my intention to make Shot AU's to be love based zombie movie, I'm actually surprised you got it through just looking at the book and the art I drew!

[natalievoncatte]

This isn’t really a ficlet. It’s more of a screen test. If I like it and you like it, this might be my next project after my SCBB fic is done. I’ll start posting excerpts of that soon!

CW: Mentions of death and dying, and loss.

Of all the things to kill Lena Luthor, it was a heel shearing off her shoe. It wasn’t even a proper high heel, just a two inch rise on a pair of rather stately shoes from a designer of no particular note. Lena had since passed on the Louboutins, and had long adopted more conservative cuts for her suits and dresses. She’d given up her title as CEO decades ago and now fulfilled the role of director emeritus of L-Corp’s research and development division.

It had been a good life, except for one glaring exception. She’d cured over twenty types of common cancers, developed vaccines, and almost personally reversed global warming. She had only one regret as the heel sheared off her shoe and she went tumbling down the stairs to the floor of the L-Corp lobby.

Curiously, she was only dimly aware of the pain. It was something distant, like it was happening to someone else. She heard more than felt a crushing blow to her hip and when the marble rushed up to fill her vision, the world simply went explosively white and the only thing she felt was cold.

The world stayed white, which had perplexed her. Lena had never believed in any sort of life after death, even though she had a vague sense of the supernatural. Her mother was rumored to be a witch in the Irish village where she grew up, and she’d been told as much when she visited as an adult to seek out her roots. She expected, well, nothing. Not even an awareness that there was nothing, just an absence. As she grew older, on those nights when her mortality came crashing down around her in the fitful depths of the early morning when sleep rejected her, she would rationalize death as simply not having to get up tomorrow.

She did not expect to find herself standing in her old office, the one from a lifetime ago. Her stark minimalist desk dominated the room. Without knowing why, she ran the pads of her fingers along its cool length, a ghost of a sad smile dusting her lips.

The sofa was there, too. She could barely bring herself to look at it. After Kara’s betrayal, she had disposed of it thoroughly and rearranged the office. She’d eventually be driven out of the room entirely by grief and settled into another office on a lower floor and began spending more time at home, but the penthouse gave her no solace, either, and she ended up selling it and ultimately moved the research and development department back to Metropolis and worked there.

Lena’s breath caught at the sight of a familiar photograph on one of her bookcases. She took it in trembling hands, knowing then that this must be an illusion or a dream, because she’d smashed the frame and shredded this photograph in her own two fingers.

It was her and Kara, faces pressed together and grinning, their eyes so radiant with joy that it burned Lena’s heart to see and she immediately hurled it across the room, hurling it at a vase of rare plumerias that Kara had brought for her, leaving behind a full belly and a soaring heart.

A hand plucked it casually from the air and set it on an end table near the sofa. Lena stood her ground, though her legs began to tremble.

Standing in her office was a man she didn’t know, dressed smartly in a black suit that would have been in fashion all those years ago. He had a curiously calm air about him, reserved and almost peaceful.

“Who are you?” said Lena. “I’m dead, right? Are you God? The Devil?”

“I am not a god, nor am I one of the true immortals, though it is said that in strange æons, even death may die.”

“Then who are you?”

“My name is Mxyzptlk. Kara might, perhaps, have told you of me.”

“No.”

He snorted softly.

“Typical. I am a very long lived being, Lena Luthor. My kind measure our lives in eons, and as a wise human once said, a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. For the last ten thousand years, I have been a troublemaker and an imp. Now I shall be something else. I have decided I shall be grand and wise.”

“What does that have to do with me?” said Lena.

“Not you. Kara. I still owe her a debt, and I must balance myself before I truly transition into my next iteration. I am here to balance that debt.”

“How?”

“By giving you the opportunity to give love one last chance.”

“I was never in love with-“

“Do not lie to me.”

Lena took a half step back, grabbing the desk for balance. Mxyzptlk took a few steps closer.

“I am as far beyond you as you are beyond an ant, the very forces of chaos and entropy heed my command. All time is an open book to me. Whether you admit it to yourself or not, you never married because you were hoping they Kara would stop giving you space and time to heal like you said you wanted, but never did.”

“How dare you? You don’t-“

“What Kara did to you, the way she manipulated her identities to confuse you, was cruel. Lying to you for so long was cruel.”

“Then why should I take you up on whatever this is?”

“A do-over. You’ll go back with your memories intact. You’ll have the chance to set right what once went wrong, and so will she. Or you can avoid her entirely and seek happiness elsewhere. You can leave National City behind or refuse her lunch invitations or whatever it is you think you wish you’d done. I’m not here to force you to love her. I’m giving you another chance, in truth, on her behalf. One she would pigheadedly refuse out of some misplaced sense of morals or decency.”

“Have you offered this to her?”

“No. Where she has gone now, I cannot follow. I can’t even show you where she is: her god has taken her home to his warm light. She rests in the lush fields of a prehistoric Krypton she never knew, spending eternity with her family. Rao has even used his strength and purpose to talk Mother Sol into allowing the Danvers into his domain.”

Lena’s voice cracked. “What?”

“Kara passed earlier today on Argo, from old age and cumulative injuries from her time as Supergirl, without a yellow star to protect her from them.”

“It sounds like she’s happy,” said Lena, turning away. “I… I still want her to be happy.”

“Rao is a bold god, a strong and protective one, but he is an honest lord. He does not give her the gift of forgetting, and perfect memory of love lost can be make a hell of heaven.”

“She loved me?”

“As much as you loved her. Enough to let you go.”

Lena’s hands began to shake. “It’s been so long. How-“

There was a knock at the door. Lena jumped, almost falling.

Mxyzptlk flashed to her side, crossing the space without moving.

“Choose now.”

“Who’s out there?”

“I don’t know. Whoever has the strongest claim over your soul, I suppose. You must choose now; to delay a true god is beyond even me.”

Lena swallowed, hard.

“Do it,” she whispered.

The world went mad. Everything was spinning, and trying to throw her stomach out of her body through her nose. The acrid smell of jet fuel and burning electronics stung her nose. The pilot beside her was unconscious.

And then…

The spinning slowed, and she was no longer falling. A gentle sense of lift raised her into the air, the city falling away from the cracked glass in front of her. Very gently, the helicopter came to rest on the roof, and she glimpsed a familiar figure in a cape and skirt, and her heart nearly exploded in her chest. There was a gust of wind that rocked the chopper and ice crystals crawled over the glass, crackling in the National City sunshine.

Then, she was there. Kara tore the door loose in a single, fluid motion and climbed inside, pausing to check the pilot, peering through flesh and bone to asses his injuries.

Then she looked at Lena.

Kara’s breath caught, and her pupils blew wide. Kara stared at Lena like she was something knew, unknown and wondrous, the edges of her lips curling just so despite the self serious tone as she asked if Lena was okay.

It was her. Alive, here, now. Lena couldn’t help herself; she lifted a trembling hand to cup Kara’s soft cheek, without thinking. Her throat nearly closed and no words escaped her lips. She just felt that warm, soft skin and stared right back into Kara’s otherworldly eyes, savoring the tickle of Kara’s loose honey curls slipping over the back of her hand.

“Miss Luthor,” Kara said. “Your heart is racing. We’d better get you an ambulance.”

“You saved me,” Lena whispered.

“That’s what I do,” said Kara, winking at her.

Lena almost died again.

[skzloversblogsposts]

BRUISES ON MY KNEES FOR YOU {L.M.H} {A}{F}

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *

summary :everyone makes mistakes every now and then but one too many mistakes is enough to drive anyone off the edge

warnings: leeknow is mean /curing /mentions of bruises and cuts[getting hurt]/angst /comfort towards the end / established relationship /mentions of ot8

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*

Lee know was an ass every now and then , you knew that, he knew it too that’s why it didn’t surprise you when he emerged from your shared bedroom, frown already visible on his face as he complained about you not taking out the trash , usually you would have just caved lugging yourself out of the house to complete the task however today was an exception .You tilted your head towards the window revealing the gloomy skies accompanied by the heavy downpour that was now surrounding your apartment .lee know said nothing, matter of fact he said nothing for so long that it lead you to get off the couch to join him to see what he was looking at ,to your dismay perfectly lined up next to the balcony railing was three litter boxes for your cats which were now completely filled with water soaking the last bit of the pack of litter completely causing it to clump up becoming unusable .Lee know grumbled “all three boxes y/n” he said evidently upset his eyes fixated on the boxes in the rain “I’m sorry I didn’t know they were out ..-“ you began “I’ll clean them up and go get another bag-“ lee know cut you off waving your thoughts away with his hand “don’t bother . I’ll do it .” he spoke bitterly.

You watched lee know empty and clean out the boxes , an umbrella in his hand to shield him from the rain that ultimately got blown upside down leaving him to fight the elements of nature without it . You sighed . He was upset . More than usual so much so that you could see the way his eyes narrowed at every small inconvenience and how he pursed his lips curses threatening to spill .It was Thursday and amongst your friend group Thursday meant game night , however it was also the night lee know would cook something new and rave about it while your friends tried it giving feedback .so without consulting the hothead outside who looked as if he would commit a murder if someone dared to speak to him you took it upon yourself to prepare the meal .

You’re not an incapable cook.. you’re pretty decent if you try it’s just you were used to cooking for small numbers of people , so when you heard lee know had seven grown men as friends you gladly handed in the towel and let him do the cooking ,which explains your rustiness now, which you realize as you pick up the knife expertly slicing the tip of your finger in an attempt to opening some packaging or when you burn the side of your arm rearranging the pots on the stove to cook faster or when you slip up and drop the grater on the floor effectively having it land on your toe causing you to yelp out in pain , or when you scratched the side of your face on one of the sharp ends of the counter while you reached down to retrieve something nevertheless it got done. You prepared the meal throwing your entire heart into it along with some tears for food measure confident it would taste good .

The day passed by pretty quickly , leeknow didn’t bother to speak to you , ignoring you as much as possible uttering a few words here and there and leaving remarks about your antics in the kitchen , currently you were seated on the edge of your bed deciding what to wear when a very stoic leeknow entered the room and grabbing his coat. “ you’re going somewhere?” You asked now standing trailing behind him , lee know remained silent ignoring your tugs against his arm “ store .” He said you looked at him puzzled -“ what are you going to get ?” You asked “ I’m going to get what YOU forgot to …the drinks ..god yn you have one simple task , just one fucking thing to do and you can’t even get it done , it’s actually funny “ he said before slipping out of the apartment door and into the cold leaving you standing in the middle of your apartment.

The evening went well so far aside fromleeknows outburst earlier things seemed okay. Lee know came back from the store , heated the food that you made and you answered the door when his friends came over “it’s so good to see you yn…here I got you these “ jisung handed you a bouquet of Lilly’s “they’re lovely I’ll put them in some water “ you said going to the kitchen and looking in the cupboards for a vase .” Top left “ lee know said from his spot on the couch , “the vases are in the top left cupboard, you’ve been living here for so long and you don’t even know where we keep things can you not even be othered to remember the simplest of things ...or is that my job too?” he rolled his eyes earning a few odd looks from his friends who could now sense the tension . Taking your place on the couch you were met with a few pitiful looks as the boys watched lee know ignore you , it went on for a while you’d talk to him he’d ignore you and his friends would look at you occasionally answering the questions you asked him ,eventually lee know had enough and decided it was time to eat getting up to set the table .

Standing up to help him he turned to you eyes glaring at your figure carefully moving around the boys to get to him” I don’t want your help” he started” you’ve done enough already” he said turning his back leaving you stunned “are you guys..okay? “ Felix asked pulling you into the seat next to him “doesn’t seem like it “ Jeongin answered “ you’re all acting as if Lee know isn’t a complete ass “ seungmin chimmed in earning a side look from Chan to watch his words , you didn’t reply , you didn’t really have much to say , where would you even start?

Lee knows been in a foul mood for the past few weeks and it probably was your fault , a week ago he asked you to wash a pair of his pants for practice ,which you forgot to do because you had work that day or when he asked you to clean out a cupboard because he didn’t have time to and you cleaned out the wrong one making him upset that he had to do it himself and fix the other or when you burnt his shirt trying to iron it for him when he clearly didn’t ask you to , there was too many things that went wrong over the last week that it was impossible to believe that he wasn’t upset because of you, sure you could chalk everything down to mistakes and bad luck ,saying you didn't mean any of it intentionally ,which you didn't it was still inevitable for you to not feel like absolute garbage in his presence .

Siting at the dinner table the boys looked at the meal you prepared , cheer and compliments were met with “wow”s that echoed around your apartment you really hoped it tasted good it was your last attempt to calm down whatever lee know was going through . You ran your spoon through the rice collecting enough and bringing it to your mouth - you froze looking around the table to be met with similar gazes cautiously looking between you and lee know ..it was salty ..too salty so salty that it dried out your throat and left your lips pursed , lee know oblivious to the situation that you and the boys communicated about through eye contact launches a spoonful of rice into his mouth dropping his spoon to the table looking up at you ,he proceeded to taste the other dishes a look of disgust on his face “ lee know I-“ you finally spoke “ everything’s salty yn “ he said his voice filled with malice “ why did you offer to do something you know you clearly can’t do , are you that stupid huh? Could you not just let me do it and maybe just maybe it would have been stomache-able.. rather than having whatever the fuck this sorry shit is “ he said shoving his bowl away from him standing up and walking away from the table “ don’t try to do things you know you’re can’t . You’re just making yourself seem pathetic” lee know said grabbing his coat and slipping out of the apartment closing the door harshly behind him ,leaving a very stunned group of friends and a heartbroken you to deal with the mess

you sat staring down at your lap your heartfelt heavy ,why was he acting this way it wasnt like him “ sorry tonight was a bit of a mess “ you apologized to the boys standing up “ let your selves out yea ? “ you said smiling curtly while furiously blinking to keep the tears at bay . Hours had passed or what felt like hours you were sat in the corner of Your shared bedroom , silence filled the apartment it had been a while since the boys left you knew that because changbin announced to you that they were leaving claming to have cleaned up and done the dishes and put the food away before . It was nice of them really it was but there was no real point in putting the food away because you would just have to throw everything out and try to salvage whatever was left of your heart in the process . Emerging from the darkness of your room you looked at the clock it was past the cats feeding time , pulling out there bowls and opening a can of food you shared it amongst the three watching as they lapped away happily unaware of the situation between their owners

Lee know walked in to the apartment , it was cold the usual warmth that radiated from it seemed to not be present , he could only hear the sound of the shower running in the back , he looked around noticing that everything was cleaned and packed away and that the cats were fed too , it wasn’t strange he just expected you not to do it especially after how he acted . The water from the shower that was once hot now cold ran down your body coating you completely in the icy liquid , you wanted to move really you did but your legs that you were sat on now felt numb , your body too cold to move and your heart too heavy to deal with , you looked around the bathroom it felt so secure , so safe , untouched from whatever was going on beyond that door . You looked down at your arms the burns and bruises you got today were a perfect match to the bright purple ones forming on your knees from sitting on them too long . You body shook violently from the cold as you placed a T-shirt over yourself your wet hair leaking water onto it soaking it causing it to cling to your body , you walked into the bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed . Your hands were shaking and your fingers felt numb a light blue tint now visible, lee know popped his head in through the side of the door taking in your appearance . His heart falling to bits as he watched your dazed gaze and shivering form. He knew what he said was uncalled for . He knew you were trying and that you didn’t mean to forget to do things sometimes , he forgot to do things all the time you knew he did but you never told him off for it.

He walked closer to the bed pulling out the hairdryer before looking down at you . You barely moved in his presence as he connected the hairdryer blowing the warm air on you gently running his fingers through your hair . You looked up at him and his eyes met yours , his gaze was soft , his eyes that were once dark had a watery sheen to them as he cupped your cheek . “I’m sorry “ he said kneeling down now taking your hands in his running his finger tips over the cuts and bruises , eyes trailing down to the ones on your knees “ I’m sorry “ he repeated head now falling into your lap and you stared down at him

Pulling your hands away from his you ran your fingers through his hair . Lee know shifted his head further into your lap . You leaned down placing a kiss to the top of his head “ I know " you started which was accompanied by a sniffle and a few tears that tricks led down his face and on to your bare skin . "I'm not angry .. hurt but not angry " you began " I know somethings bothering you so please " you held his face in your hands gently gazing down at him "tell me .." you whispered " tell me so i can help you , help us " you said watching as the tears that filled lee knows eyes trickled down his face , as he nodded hiding his sorrowful expression in your lap as he cried, remorseful for his actions but grateful for your understanding , he knew he didn't deserve you .

Lee know was an ass every now and then you knew he was and he knew he was one too but he loved you and no matter how many times you fought or argued that love never changed . He knew that and you did too..

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

ruehob thoughts? yeah i got em //spoilers

i love this shit. i absolutely LOVE this shit. the betrayal of it? the honest love at the core of it that doesn't make it better or easier, just makes it more complicated, more messy, more painful?

rue believes in a fairytale kind of love, a true love that cures all ills and overcomes all barriers. as we’ve seen with the wager, they believe that love is always the answer. and as per their sabotage of the marriage, they believe that love is sacred and not to be sullied by such things as politics. so, it follows. rue cannot accept hob's love unless he loves them with all of his heart.

meanwhile hob cannot set aside the love he has for his court, because they are his family. rue has never had a family and feels no loyalty to their court. rue has just turned down a "promotion" (violent in nature as it may be) while hob has accepted one.

"does he love me more than his duty to his court? does he love me more than being a major?" NO. but your courts are not the same. so that doesn't mean what you think it does.

also like. rue has been on some level taking wuvvy's love for granted all these years. wuvvy, their only friend and confidante. wuvvy, whose love and whose duty are one and the same. wuvvy whose devotion to her duties are synonymous with her duties to rue. OF COURSE rue has a warped sense of what love is.

“you know i love you, right?” “of course.” “that will be all.” only after that do we get “i love you too.”

rue thinks that love is a feeling. they do not see that for hob, and to an extent for wuvvy, love is what's left when the feeling has burned away - not a fleeting state of feeling, but a way of being and acting. love is duty. love is trust. love is choice.

i’m not saying hob or wuvvy’s definition of love is better. giving yourself totally to other people until there is nothing left, no room for your own independent desires, is not healthy love either. but i am saying that these two extremes conflict with one another. hob believes that love is fundamentally selfless. rue believes it’s fundamentally selfish. surprisingly, it’s wuvvy who has a mix of the two - wanting what’s best for rue, but stopping their confessed feelings from reaching hob for her own reasons. basically, there is no version of love that is inherently healthy and true and just. love, like magic, is a fickle thing.

they do not understand one another. they never have - rue, hob, and wuvvy too. they see themselves in each another even when what they're actually seeing is a mirror image - flipped, reversed. ultimately they're separated by a pane of glass, and if they really want it, they’ll have to force themselves through to mutual understanding with a lot of blunt force. watch out for broken glass.

i, for one, think this is the juiciest and most delicious shit i have ever seen. i am holding them in my hands so gently. i am biting and gnawing on them. i am savouring every second.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Only Just A Dream - Joel Miller X Female Reader

Title: Only Just A Dream

Joel Miller X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Fireflies (Mentioned), Marlene (Mentioned), Ellie (Mentioned), Joel's ex-wife (Mentioned), Sarah, and Tommy

WC: 2,730

Warnings: The Last Of Us canon violence mentioned, blood mentioned, death mentioned, murder hinted at, main character death mentioned, Reader is called 'mom', slight mention of a panic attack, slightly suggestive, slight angst, teasing, taunting, nightmares mentioned, movie references mentioned, a slight stray from the original TLOU timeline/storyline, and fluff

Holding the unconscious Ellie in his arms, Joel stumbled his way out of the hospital, making his way to his truck. The bodies of the fireflies and Marlene were far behind him as he sacrificed the cure for Ellie's life. He already lost one daughter, he didn't want to lose another. Not again. He didn’t care how much blood was on his hands. Setting Ellie in the truck, Joel hastily got the car started before driving off back to Wyoming.

It wasn't long until Ellie woke up. She then asked about what had happened, and Joel lied; he had to. He told her, no matter how hard it was to lie to the young girl, he told her that they couldn’t make a cure. It was silent in the truck, Joel's mind racing as Ellie began drowning in survivor's guilt. Suddenly, Ellie called out his name as something flashed across the road, causing Joel to slam on the brakes; ultimately hitting his head on the steering wheel, knocking himself out.

"Joel..."

Joel groaned, the voice felt so far away.

"Joel!"

Joel felt himself frown, he hadn't heard the voice in a long time.

Jolting upright, Joel’s eyes opened wide as his heart hammered loudly in his chest. As his eyes adjusted, he immediately became confused. As he looked around the room that he was in, he registered it to be his old bedroom in Austin. Something, to him, he hadn’t seen in twenty years. The room was dark, except for the sun peaking through the blinds of the window, sprinkling the bed in a soft glow of warm yellow.

Joel began to panic, the more and more he looked around. Running a hand through his dark curls, he ignored the sticky sweat upon his forehead and brow, his dark chocolate eyes flicking across the room as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric of the tan-striped blankets and grey sheets of his bed, trying to ground himself. He spotted the same frames that held the pictures of his family and past vacations. The same furniture, the small armchair in the corner by the bookshelf. And even the blankets draped across his lap were all the same.

Has it all been a dream? One terrible, evil dream? No infected, no death, no Fireflies, no raiders... And no Ellie. Joel felt a pain in his chest as he let out a big, shaky exhale through his mouth. Ellie… She was gone. She was never real. Shutting his eyes tight, Joel raised his hands, raking them through his hair; pulling on some of the strands enough to make his scalp burn, as though doing so would make everything clear. Looking over at his bedside table, he hesitantly opened the top drawer, revealing his watch. Picking it up, Joel held it in his hands. The face of the watch wasn't shattered, no, it was fixed, ticking softly; its glass face glinting in the sunlight. His mind went straight to Sarah. If it was all a dream, then was his daughter still alive?

With furrowed eyebrows, Joel heightened his hearing, hearing the sound of a pan being set on the stove and humming. Your humming. Frantically pushing the blankets off of him, Joel almost tripped as he ran to the bedroom door, grabbed the handle, and pulled it open; the air from the swift movement fanning his face briefly. Instantly his nose was bombarded by the smell of bacon and eggs. His heart began to race as he pushed himself out of his bedroom and down the hall. Practically barreling down the stairs, he quickly made his way to the kitchen where the smell of bacon and eggs only grew stronger. 

Turning the corner into the kitchen, he saw you standing with your back facing him. He felt his world slow to a stop as he watched you. Your body turned to the oven, bending over to check the bacon inside before checking on the pancakes cooking on the stove. Dressed in one of his gray t-shirts and a pair of shorts, you hummed along to a favorite song of yours as you flipped the pancakes from time to time; occasionally poking the pancake with the tip of the spatula to check if it was done and ready to be flipped. Joel felt like his heart was going to explode, not sure how much longer he could keep it together. He wanted nothing more than to run over to you and pull you close, but he restrained himself, remembering the horrible things that happened in that dream of his that sickened him to his core.

He could remember you dying in his arms, blood splattered all over your pale face, your breathing growing weaker and weaker as your hand dropped from his cheek, leaving a bloody trail down his face. Your eyes, your soul left you, and with your soul, you took Joel’s. The infected, Sarah's death, his baby girl..., everything. That dream made him question everything. Was this a dream? Or was this his reality?

You suddenly stopped humming, looking over your shoulder to see who had come into the kitchen. When you noticed it was Joel, you smiled warmly. You turned and faced him completely, your smile slowly slipping from your face when you noticed Joel's expression. 

"Joel, honey, are you alright?" You asked as the man in question shuffled further into the room. "I tried calling you down for breakfast, but I guess that tea really knocked you out." You began, quickly turning off the stove burner and walking over to your Joel.

He swallowed thickly as his dark eyebrows lowered, "Tea?" Joel questioned, his voice thick as you nodded, gesturing with the nod of your head to the counter where a small, green box of tea resided next to the sugar tin.

"Yeah, we thought trying this new tea would help with the nightmares you've been having. Did it help you at all?" You then asked before continuing with the slightest tilt of your head, "When I turned around, you looked like you had seen a ghost."

Joel felt a wave of relief wash over him as he abruptly pulled you into his arms, "Oh, thank God." He muttered, burying his face into your neck as he hugged you tightly to him, one hand around your waist and the other cupping the back of your head.

It was all a dream, he remembered now. Clearly. He remembered he had been having nightmares for the past month, some with him as a southern spy with a lasso and others where he was stuck on a mysterious planet in space. He had been trying a new tea to hopefully calm those nightmares and odd dreams. Instead, it seemed the tea only made them worse. The nightmare, the infected, was just a creation of his mind, nothing more. This reality, this reality was real and he couldn't believe it. You were right here, in his arms, healthy and whole and alive. He didn't know what to do with that information, it was a lot for him to take in at once. 

He tightened his arms around you, letting out a heavy sigh as you kissed his temple. "Are you alright? What was it this time?" You asked softly, rubbing circles against his upper arms, the warmth from your hands and body finally grounding him, soothing and calming him.

Shaking his head, Joel pulled away, his dark eyes scanning every inch of your beautiful face. "No, it was bad.” He glanced at the tea box on the counter before he let himself smile after what felt like ages, "I don't think that tea works at all."

You just smiled understandingly up at him, raising your hand to brush your fingers against his cheek, his scruff tickling your fingertips, "Do you want to talk about it?" You offered. Joel hesitated, but then gave you a weak smile in return as he shook his head slightly. "You don't have to if you don't want to." You spoke up softly, "But if you ever do, I'll be here." 

Your words made Joel's heart swell with such adoration, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek, "Thank you, sweetheart." He whispered, brushing his fingers against your soft skin before he let out a deep sigh, "Gosh, you're a sight for sore eyes." You giggled lightly before Joel swooped down and pressed his lips to yours. 

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers running through the hair on the nape of his neck, humming softly. Joel's free hand slowly wrapped around your waist, his large, warm hand pressed firmly against your lower back as he pulled you even closer to him. You felt your heart beat madly against your ribcage as you broke away from his kiss. Breathing heavily, you both pressed your foreheads together for a few moments, the tips of your noses touching.

"Wow," You let out a shaky chuckle, opening your eyes to gaze into Joel's, "You just transported me back to our wedding day." You joked with a giggle as Joel's lips curled into an amused grin before he dipped his face back down, pressing multiple kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, and nose as you let out a laugh. "Joel! What has gotten into you?" You laughed breathlessly as he slowly kissed down your jaw, his lips moving downwards towards your neck. You weren’t complaining though, smiling softly, you placed your own hands against the small of his back, feeling his muscles tense up underneath your touch before quickly relaxing.

"I'm sorry..." Joel apologized sheepishly against your throat, you could feel a small, sheepish smile on his lips. "I'm jus’ happy to see you." He breathed deeply against your neck, nuzzling against it before leaning back up and resting his forehead against yours again.

You only hummed, gently brushing your nose against his as you closed your eyes, a content smile on your face. 

"Ew," A new voice spoke up, swiftly gaining Joel's and your attention, looking over Joel spotted Sarah at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the strap of her JanSport backpack; all dressed and ready for school. She stared at the two of you, a small look of disgust on her face before she sped past Joel and grabbed a plate for a pancake, bacon, and eggs. “I hope you two aren’t spoiling your breakfast.” She taunted as Joel felt like his world stopped a second time, an overwhelming feeling rushing through him as he slipped out of your arms and made his way to his daughter. Weaving around the small dining room table, Joel wrapped his arms around Sarah, who paused her eating to glance up at her father. "Uh, Dad..?" Sarah said as her brows rose in concern as she looked between you and Joel, not sure what was happening; only for you to give the young teen a shrug.

Releasing his grip, Joel took a step back as he cleared his throat, "Did you, uh, get your homework done?" He asked, and Sarah only shook her head with a smile, taking another bite of her bacon and eggs.

Finishing her food, Sarah made her way to the fridge, grabbing some orange juice and a glass from the cupboard. Pouring a glass, she held it out for Joel. Taking the glass from his daughter, he looked at the glass and glanced back up at her, only for the teen to give him a knowing look. "Vitamin D." She replied simply.

Joel couldn't help but smile, taking a sip of the orange juice before you weave in between the two, heading back to the stove, checking briefly on the pancake you had left on the pan. "Alright, you two. Sarah, baby, you don't want to be late for school."

She nodded, giving you a smile, "Yeah, thanks, mom," She spoke, before drinking the rest of her own drink. Sarah began to call you 'mom' only recently and it always made you smile when she did.

You then turned back to Joel, "And, Joel, honey, you don't want to be late for your new job."

"Yeah, Joel," Tommy's voice rang out as he entered the room, not even bothering to grab a plate as he grabbed a piece of bacon from off the cookie tray and stuffed it in his mouth, "We got a call yesterday, remember?" Tommy reminded his older brother before stuffing his mouth with more food making you glare playfully at the younger Miller, handing him a plate and fork to eat with.

"Oh, yeah," Joel began, finishing the orange juice as quickly as he could, "I forgot ‘bout that."

Tommy stared at his brother with a frown, observing him, "You seem a bit out a whack this mornin'."

"He does, doesn't he?" Sarah smirked, before placing her now dirty plate in the sink and grabbing her bag from off the floor. Making her way to the front door, Sarah placed her hand on the door handle before turning towards the direction of the kitchen, "Oh, yeah, I'm heading to the mall after school with my friends. I'll be back before dinner!" She called out before heading out the door.

Joel let out a sigh as Tommy left the room to get ready for the day. You turned to lean against the counter, crossing your arms. "Do you need help getting ready or something?" You asked teasing, raising an eyebrow as Joel mimicked you. "Don't tell me that whole story about you wearing diapers was true?"

Joel almost choked on his own saliva, "Sarah told you that?" He asked incredulously and you grinned at him as he shook his head with a laugh, "Of course she told you that."

"She tells me everything, Joel." You rolled your eyes with a smirk, only for Joel to nod in agreement.

"Yeah, you are her mother." He said softly, making your cheeks heat up as you smiled down at the floor briefly. It always elated you whenever Sarah called you 'mom' or when Joel mentioned how much of one you were to her. Joel rarely spoke of his ex-wife, only that the marriage didn't last too long. But you were glad to be there for the two of them. They deserved someone to care about them. And Joel deserved so much more than life offered him, he needed that someone to love him. And you were more than willing to love, care, and support him until the end of time. 

Letting out a breathy chuckle, you looked up at Joel shyly, "My, my, Mr. Miller. Got me in a blushing mess today."

Joel walked back over to you, placing his palms flat against the countertop as he stared into your eyes, intentionally trapping you between the counter and himself. With a small smirk on his face, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss, nearly taking your breath away with how sweet and gentle he was being. Pulling away, you blinked your eyes open once you regained control over yourself again, "Only for you, Mrs. Miller." Joel breathed against your lips before pressing another sweet kiss against your forehead, causing you to close your eyes again in bliss, savoring each moment.

The two of you stood there for what felt like forever until suddenly Tommy burst into the kitchen, causing you and Joel to pull apart quickly. "Joel, come on. I know how much you enjoy loving on your wife, but we really can’t be late." He softly scolded, as Joel rolled his eyes.

You raised your hand to press the tip of your finger softly against the tip of his nose, "Yeah," You muttered, gaining his attention once more. "You don't want to be late, and I don't want to be the reason you lose this call." Joel let out a sigh, pulling away from you as he began to make his way out of the kitchen, jumping slightly when he felt a tap on his rear. Turning around, his cheeks slightly flushed and brown eyes wide, you gave him a wink, "Payback."

Joel let out a small huff, unable to stop a smile from spreading across his face as he turned back around. Grabbing his phone off the counter, he grabbed his jacket from the end of the couch, following Tommy out the door.

[haydenigmatic]

Stealing this ask from another if

How would the ros react if mc took a potion/got cursed to fall asleep forever, but it has cure, a true loves kiss. But when they kissed mc they didn't wake up meaning they aren't their true love?

Oh God, what have I gotten into, this is going to be hard 😔

DAMON:

If the kiss worked, Damon's initial concern would be overshadowed by pure happiness. He would gaze deeply into MC's eyes, appreciating every detail, and express his undying love for them. He would convey how he couldn't bear to live in a world without MC by his side.

On the other hand, if the kiss didn't work, Damon's reaction would be filled with despair. Tears would gather in his eyes as he realized MC wasn't waking up. Softly begging MC to awaken, he would promise to never give up until he saw the sparkle of life in their eyes once again.

HANNIEL:

He would first ensure MC's well-being, relieved that they are finally awake. Being overwhelmed by joy and affection, expressed through tender kisses all over MC's face. Hanniel's relief and happiness would be palpable as he holds MC close, grateful that their love was powerful enough to break the spell.

However, if the kiss didn't work, Hanniel would be filled with a profound sense of disappointment and self-doubt. Despite his best efforts, he would grapple with feelings of inadequacy and fear of losing MC forever. Yet, his unwavering loyalty and determination would drive him to continue searching for a solution, refusing to give up hope until he finds a way to awaken MC.

JASIRA:

While she might initially scoff at the notion of a true love's kiss, her fierce loyalty to MC would compel her to try. If the kiss worked, Jasira would likely be taken aback by the power of her feelings, but would ultimately embrace the moment with quiet resolve, knowing she had saved the love of her life. In case it doesn't work, she would refuse to accept defeat. Her stubbornness and unwavering commitment to MC's well-being would drive her to explore every possible avenue until she succeeded in breaking the curse.

ODETTE:

As the tale unfolds, Odette, ever the romantic, leans in for the kiss with a heart full of hope. When the magic of true love awakens the slumbering MC, her eyes sparkle with relief and joy. A soft, grateful smile graces her lips as she embraces the triumphant moment, the strength of their love prevailing over the enchantment. However, if her kiss failed, Odette would refuse to give up hope. She would continue to kiss them, driven by an unwavering belief in their love, and would tirelessly search for any means to break the curse, refusing to succumb to despair.

NESRIN:

Relief and tenderness are revealed as the realization sinks in that their love truly conquered all. She would maintain her composure, perhaps a subtle smile gracing her lips, but her eyes would betray the depth of her affection and relief at their awakening.

If the kiss didn't work, a mask of stoicism would remain firmly in place, concealing the turmoil raging within. Behind closed doors, she would grapple with a maelstrom of emotions - fear, desperation, and the crushing weight of uncertainty. Yet, outwardly, she would maintain her dignified facade, determined to find a solution and bring her beloved back to life, even if it means facing her deepest fears.

VERENA:

If the kiss worked, she would respond with a fervent passion, her love for MC burning even brighter. She would embrace them fiercely, overcome with relief and adoration, determined to cherish every moment with them. However, if the kiss didn't awaken MC, she would be consumed by desperation. Her fears of being unlovable would resurface, doubt and despair targeting her. She would struggle to contain the tumultuous emotions raging within her, haunted by the possibility of losing the one person who she thought saw past her facade and loved her for who she truly was.

SORIN:

As Sorin leans in for the kiss, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability colours her expression. When MC stirs, eyes fluttering open, Sorin's heart soars. She can't hide the overwhelming joy that floods her features. A subtle, genuine smile tugs at her lips, and in that moment, the veil of her stoicism lifts, revealing the depth of her love and relief.

If it doesn't, in the crushing silence that follows the unsuccessful attempt, Sorin's eyes betray a hint of vulnerability. She swiftly masks her disappointment, adopting an air of detached acceptance. Her words may convey nonchalance, but the carefully guarded eyes betray a fear that she might not be enough. Deep within, she grapples with the echoes of doubts and insecurities, wondering if the whispers of unworthiness hold a grain of truth.

AURELIA/N:

Her/His heart would swell with relief and joy, their reserved demeanour melting away as they embrace the moment with profound gratitude and tenderness. Overwhelmed with relief and joy. Their eyes would brim with tears of happiness as they hold MC close, whispering words of love and gratitude for their return.

If it doesn't work, s/he would be consumed by guilt and anguish, questioning their worthiness as MC's true love. Despite their grief, Aurelia/n would remain steadfast by MC's side, vowing to never give up hope and to continue searching for a way to break the curse and awaken their beloved.

DORIA/N:

Holding their breath in fear of failure, the moment MC stirs, they would feel a wave of joy wash over them. With trembling hands and a heart overflowing with love, they would pull MC into a tight embrace, never wanting to let them go, cherishing the miracle of their awakening.

However, if the kiss didn't work, Doria/Dorian's reaction would be just as intense and volatile. Deeply wounded and feeling betrayed, they would struggle to contain their fury. The belief that MC was playing with their emotions or didn't truly love them would ignite a storm of anger and hurt, shattering the fragile facade of trust they had built.

[sabedilemon]

Valentimon Level: Perfect (Ultimate) Attribute: Vaccine

An Angel Digimon that first appeared on Valentine's Day. Clad in a red heart-like garment, it acts as an emissary for love in the Digital World. Its four wings of pale flames light its path of righteousness as it ends conflicts and brings Digimon together. Its Special Moves are burning away the opponent's fighting spirit with a flaming arrow ("Amorous Flame") and healing the Digimon around it with a romantic aura ("Lovesick Cure"). Suggested pre-evolved forms: Pidmon / Piddomon, Angemon, D'Arcmon, FlaWizarmon, Pucchiemon, Shadramon, Meramon, Boogeymon

Suggested evolved forms: ???, ???, ???, ClavisAngemon, SlashAngemon, Seraphimon, Ofanimon, MarinAngemon, LordKnightmon

[wedonthaveawhile]

The Serpents Hold // Chapter Thirteen

Summary: When Sebastian turns to dark magic to cure his sister, Nova and Ominis find themselves reluctantly thrust into a partnership to aid him. Amid the disapproval of Ominis' family, Nova wrestles with her growing feelings for him and also with the nagging suspicion that Ominis knows more about Anne's condition than he's letting on.

AO3 // Masterlist.

As the night wore on, Nova and Ominis gradually sprawled onto the solid ground and fell into an uncomfortable sleep among the wreckage.

A dull sting at the nape of her neck is what ultimately hauled Nova from her nightmares. The scent of Sebastian's charred tomes clawed at the back of her throat. It had seeped into her subconscious and manifested in vivid dreams of him burning.

She stared, unmoving, at the flames crackling within the metal frames of the hanging braziers while her heartbeat thrummed on her ears. Her parched tongue flicked across her lips and met the faint tang of salt from sweat or tears.

With a heavy breath, she eased her weight off her stiff shoulder, bracing herself for Ominis' grumbling protest— It would be entirely his own fault; he was practically welded to her back, his knees snugly nestled into the crook of hers and his face buried in her mass of hair.

As anticipated, the shifting of her throbbing limbs dragged a grumbly and incoherent string of words from him,  while the pain that had awakened her flared anew with his drowsy attempt to brush away wisps from his face.

"Hmm?" She tried to decipher whether he was communicating or lost in a dream.

"Stop squirming," his groggy voice arose from somewhere beneath an arm.

"I knew your whining was imminent."

"I don't whine," he whined, rubbing at his face and tugging a fistful of her hair along with him.

"And I swear to Merlin if you pull my hair one more time…"

He delivered a playful tug, and she drove her elbow back to jab him in the ribs. He then slowly, and by all accounts, painfully, began unravelling his fingers from the knotted strands, his groan mingling with a cascade of muttered syllables.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said… It's hardly my fault your hair is so unruly."

"I didn't invite you to nap in it, Gaunt."

He muttered another string of words, but this time, she could tell it was deliberately incoherent.

His body quivered as he stretched out each limb like a cat and rolled onto his back, growling as scattered rubble jabbed into his spine. Nova shivered as his body heat fell away, and she twisted round to chase it.

"How are you feeling?"

His effort to reply devolved into a weak cough, which marked the commencement of a one-handed battle with the stubbornly cinched knot of his tie.

"Do you need reinforcement?"

"I've got it."

With a twist and yank that achieved nothing but clamp the fabric tighter around his throat, he let his arms flop to the ground in defeat.

"Watching you navigate the morning is fascinating," Nova suppressed the laugh bubbling in her chest and nestled her limbs into the narrow space between them. "You're usually so poised."

"Am I?" He pushed the heel of his palms into his eyes as if denying the reality of being awake. Shards of the chipped pillars had lodged themselves along the contours of his cheekbones during the night. Nova raised a finger to scrape them from the dents and divots they'd etched into his skin.

"It could get in your eyes," she muttered defensively to preempt any potential objections.

Ominis responded with a bashful grunt, dispensing a half-hearted swipe at his face. "Oh dear. Will I go blind?"

She gave his face a playful shove and traced her fingers over the mottled pattern left behind.

"Stop examining me," he weakly protested, pulling his face away to conceal an unintentional smile.

She slid her palm against the curve of his jaw and coaxed his face back towards her. "No, let me make sure there's nothing in your eyes."

She plucked out the grit snagged in his lashes' long, golden strands. His cheeks began to blush a rosy pink shade that accentuated his pale blue eyes. Her fingertips lingered on his skin as she stared into their stormy depths.

"Your eyes look like lightning."

He scoffed, dismissing her observation with a closing of his eyes.

"Has anyone ever described them to you?"

"Not in such poetic terms," he mumbled, burying his face into the crook of his elbow. "My mother used to say I had the stare of a dead man."

Heartache, anger, or some unholy amalgamation of the two lodged itself hard and ugly into Nova's chest. He'd never mentioned his mother before. It was widely known that the men held the reins in the Gaunt family, while the manor's lady remained largely anonymous.

Her curiosity was piqued.

"It's sorry you had to deal with that; you didn't deserve it."

"It's fine, dealing with it became notably easier once I cut ties."

Nova stopped herself from voicing her relief that he rescued himself from that situation. Considering the subsequent chain of events, she doubted he would ever see his estrangement in a positive light again.

"How does your mother feel towards your brother?" she asked instead.

"Marvolo is a duplication of my father, so she's naturally terrified of him." His voice was composed, but his leg had begun to bounce restlessly. "She wasn't able to conceive more children after me due to my complications, so my father secured his heir and his spare, but my mother blames me as the supposed thief of her chance for daughters."

Nova's arms felt displaced, as though they belonged wrapped around him rather than tucked against her chest.

"I think what you did for those unborn girls was commendable."

"Anything to thin the bloodline."

"I presume you're not interested in having children of your own?"

"Not if I get any say in the matter."

The phrasing turned Nova's stomach.

"My brother will expand the family tree in my stead; I'm sure", Ominis continued, "Likely already has."

"Let's hope the apples fall far from the tree."

Ominis's mouth quirked into a smile for the first time since starting the conversation. "You know who's just itching to bear his little germinates."

Nova stifled a gag at the mental image induced by that sentence, and again when she recalled the sickening display of bedroom eyes in The Three Broomsticks.

"Alice?"

"Alice. She's always resented me for being betrothed to the wrong Gaunt."

"Why is she so invested in your life, if she doesn't want you herself?"

"As I mentioned, my parents have eyes everywhere. Coupled with earning Marvolo's favour, her desire to provoke you, and her insistence that her children bear the Gaunt name above all else... Take your pick."

Nova's simmering hatred that continuously brewed on a low heat threatened to boil over. If Alice intended to provoke her, she had unfortunately hit the mark.

Nova racked her brain, trying to pinpoint when Ominis had become the catalyst for such intense emotions. She glanced at him and wondered if their current proximity would ever be possible again after this morning.

Her head and heart fought over what to do with that information.

Her rational mind won.

The warmth of his chest lingered against her cheek as she reluctantly tore herself away.

"I should consider going; I have an astronomy study group."

"When?"

Her joints were stiff from the night spent on stone, and she shuffled in increments to sit up and lean against a pillar. "Erm, nine, I think? But should probably visit Sebastian first."

She summoned over their cloaks and began rummaging through the fabric for her watch.

"It's earlier than nine..." Ominis plucked the cloaks from her hand and folded them neatly atop a nearby barrel. "Stay for a while."

"How do you know that?"

"A hunch."

She couldn't decide if his mixed signals irritated or amused her.

"One minute you're shouting that I should leave you alone, and the next you don't want rid of me."

"Those concepts aren't mutually exclusive."

The air suddenly felt thick, and tiny fragments of the Undercroft prickled and tickled Nova's skin, making her squirm even more. She tried to dispel the uneasy silence by administering a few repairos to the pillars. She watched the dance of sandy particles swirl in tiny tornados as they rose to fill the gouges Ominis had blasted in the stone.

Nova's first instinct upon assessing the fire's destruction on Sebastian's desk was that it would require more than a few repairing charms.

The wood had been reduced to charcoal, while the floor and wall surrounding it were cloaked in thick, grimy black ash. What had once been methodically ordered stacks of tomes and notes were now twisted and blackened, their edges close to disintegrating into cinders under the slightest touch.

"Should we try to clean this?" Nova asked, dragging her finger across the warped surface of the desk.

"We should let Sebastian attend to that," Ominis said, trailing so closely behind her that she had to jab the tip of her wand into his ribs to prevent him from bumping into her. "Everything's gone; facing the aftermath will help him come to terms with it."

He was right, as he often was, but the idea of Sebastian facing the ruins of all he had worked so hard to build was breaking Nova's heart.

"Do you think I did the right thing?" Ominis asked quietly.

A yes felt disingenuous, but stating otherwise seemed equally wrong.

Nova turned to face him, and a chill shot through her at the sight of the exit's gaping maw looming behind him, like it was poised to swallow them whole and drag them back to reality.

"You're a good friend, Ominis," Nova swallowed down the tense lump in her throat. "He would never have willingly stopped otherwise."

That was enough for him. He offered a grateful smile as he slipped a finger into the loop of his tie, embarking on round two of his futile attempt to loosen it.

"Oh, come here," she sighed, tugging him towards her by the tip of the emerald garment and wiggling her nails under its clamped knot.

It was impossible to differentiate the texture of silk loosening beneath her fingers and the soft skin of his throat pressing against her knuckles.

His pulse was drumming just as intensely as hers.

"So…" Nova's voice cracked as she tried to fill the soundless void, "Who's getting custody of Sebastian?"

Ominis' laugh shimmered like a fleeting flash of sunlight.

"Are you volunteering? How sweet of you." His fingertips delicately traced the curve of her elbow. It might have been innocent, maybe a gesture to gauge their proximity, but her inhibitions dissolved into mist with that fleeting touch.

"In hindsight, it feels like a missed opportunity, doesn't it?" she said, her fingers teasing the end of his tie until it slipped from his shirt and fluttered to the ground between their feet. Neither of them stepped back.

"What does?"

"We could have spent a lot more Christmas break together, away from prying eyes."

She expected a reaction similar to a startled deer, so was surprised to see a sad smile quirking the corner of his mouth. "I often thought we should've been sharing meals in the Quidditch towers or reading by the fireplace."

"I often wish I'd followed you back to your dorm after our bath."

There it was—the startled deer.

Then a hesitant confession followed: "So do I."

A declining voice in her mind reminded her of Ominis' family's access to the Undercroft; it was urging at her to abandon this pursuit and go in search of Sebastian. Nevertheless, the darkness oozing from that grated gate was creeping closer, coiling around every rational thought, suffocating them one by one until only Ominis Gaunt occupied her mind.

She drew closer, or maybe he did; she wasn't sure. All that mattered was the inches between them were withering. The crook of his finger guided her chin toward him.

Their first kiss had been a hesitant exploration, but this felt different—confident and desperate. They both knew what they wanted, and there was only a fleeting window in which it was theirs to take.

Nova's nails raked through his silken hair while he scrambled at her waist, her shirt to rode up, and warm hands found purchase on the skin of her midriff. They stumbled, and she was pinned against the desk edge. Papers crunched to dust under her thighs as Ominis raised her onto the surface, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him closer.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Sebastian's bloodshot stare was pinned on the pair of them, remnants of his incinerated studies scattered around Ominis' ankles.

He looked shattered and beaten as if all his energy was being used to avoid blasting them with a hex.

"What is this?" he snarled, his fingers tightly clenching his dishevelled hair. "What are you doing here?"

Nova's mind churned with words, but none seemed capable of defusing his anger.

She was sat on ashes of what might have been Anne's last hope.

She felt sick.

"Sebastian, you look exhausted," she began, noting the black smudges under his eyes. With all the grace she could muster, she slid off the desk. "Perhaps we should take you back to the hospital wing and get you some dreamless sleep potion?"

His eyes took a few seconds to sharpen their focus on her as she drew near. His initial fury gradually gave way to something more malevolent. Nova extended her hand to take his arm, but he ripped himself away with such frantic force that he staggered, lost his balance, and crashed to the floor a few feet away.

"I've killed her," he snarled with barely contained rage as he finally spoke. "I could have saved her, but instead, I… and instead of showing any remorse, you're..." His nails scratched fiercely against the ground, the scattered stone fragments grating on his skin. "You're sick, both of you. You're utterly repulsive."

"You didn't kill, Sebastian. You've been doing your best," Nova's voice quivered as she made another attempt to grasp his hand and assist him in getting up.

"Let go of me!" he shouted, yanking his hand from her grasp. "That's why you left me? You realised I'd carved out a little whorehouse.."

"It wasn't like that..." Nova's attempt to defend herself crumbled under the weight of the blatant disrespect she'd shown. “I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking.”

"Sebastian, you need to calm down," Ominis urged, approaching the sound of Sebastian scrambling to his feet.

Ominis still bore smudges of ash from Nova's soot-covered fingers and it further fuelled Sebastian's fury. 

He jabbed a trembling finger against Nova's chest. "I needed you."

"Sebastian," Ominis placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, "The damage was already done. We haven't caused any further harm."

"And you celebrate by fucking around in the graveyard of my research... Did you think I wouldn't consider that a personal insult?" he seethed, every muscle in his body stiffening under Ominis' touch.

"You know that's not the case. I’m upset, too."

"Yeah, you looked torn to shreds with that filthy fucking grin on your face," Sebastian retorted sharply, pulling away from him. He sank to his knees, desperately sifting through the papers that crumbled into ash under his trembling hands.

"I'm truly sorry, Sebastian. I should have returned for you last night. It's just… I came down to mend things, and Ominis was already here. We were both upset, and one thing led to another. I regret not considering how you might feel about it.”

"Thought you could salvage..." Sebastian's voice trailed off as he gestured toward the scorched traces of the manuscripts they'd carelessly tossed to the floor to make room for themselves on the desk.

"I told you the dark arts shouldn't be meddled with; perhaps this was for the best," Ominis suggested.

Nova winced.

That wasn't going to be well-received.

"For the best?" Sebastian's eyes were black and glassy as he extracted his wand from his pocket and rose to his feet.

Nova braced herself for an impending attack, her hand hesitantly inching toward her own. She released a sigh as Sebastian pushed Ominis to the ground and strode past him toward the gate.

Sebastian stumbled through the exit tunnel, his shoulders brushing against the wall as he fought back tears with a growl. Nova rushed after him, the door nearly knocking her off her feet as he slammed it in her face, but she managed to slip through and sprint down the corridor.

She called out his name, immediately grabbing the attention of the bustle of students making their way to class. Her own astronomy group intermingled among them, their curious glances following Sebastian as he stormed past.

"Sebastian, please, look at me," Nova pleaded, trying to grab his arm.

He whirled around, thrusting his wand against her chest.

“Depulso.”

The resulting thrust sent her hurtling backwards, her head landing with such impact that it bounced, and the back of her skull became wet and warm. She clenched her teeth onto her tongue, stifling the cry that begged to escape and filling her mouth with the metallic taste of blood.

She fought against the encroaching blackout as soft and dainty hands lifted her head and muttered an incantation to ease the pain.

"I've got you," Poppy whispered.

It was the last thing Nova heard before slipping into the dark.

Taglist: @wedonthaveajiffy @slootmagix @glimmering-darling-dolly

[insanesonofabitch]

For everything there is a season. You made an exception for me. You’re different. For the first time, I feel… See, he has this weakness. He likes you. My superiors have begun to question my sympathies. Your sympathies? I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. Dean and I do share a more profound bond. You think I came because you called? I came because this. …well, it’s nice to know what matters. It does help one to focus. I’m sorry, you had me confused with the other angel? The one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you? I’m holding up my end. Ah yes, because that’s all you’re holding, huh? See, the stench of that Impala’s all over your overcoat, angel. Thank you for protecting my wife. …your wife? Go ask him, he was your boyfriend first. Why should we give you anything? After everything you have taken from us? The very touch of you corrupts! When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost!!! I’m not good luck, Dean. You know what, bottom of the ninth and you’re the only guy left in the bench? Sorry but I’d rather have you. Cursed or not….what? Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness. Yeah, well, we’re probably gonna die tomorrow, so… Well I’ll go with you. Where’s the angel? You’ll find your angel there. Damn it’s good to see you! Nice peach fuzz. I prayed to you, Cas! Every night! I know. You know, and you didn’t—what the hell’s wrong with you? I’m an angel in a land of abomination. There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived. Join the club! These are not just monsters, Dean. They’re leviathan. I have a price on my head and I’ve been trying to stay one step ahead of them to—to keep them away from you. That’s why I ran. Cas, we’re going home. If the leviathans wanna take a shot at us, let them! We’ve ganked those bitches once before we can do it again. Let me bottom-line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you. Buddy, I need you. Cas, it’s me. We’re family. We need you. I need you. Cas— I know you’re in there…I know you are. I forgive you, Cas. I—[redacted][redacted]. You see, I don’t trust angels. And yet, you haven’t warded this place against us… Oh, I know. You’re hoping Castiel would return to you. I admire your loyalty, I only wish he felt the same way. And after a rousing speech, his true weakness is revealed. He’s in love…with humanity. You gave us order, Castiel. And we gave you our trust. Don’t loose it over one man. The Angel tablet, arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe is in pieces. And for what again? Oh, that’s right. To save Dean Winchester. Oh, that was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven…but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right? Clock’s ticking again, isn’t it? So heroic. Running errands all over the US, burning through that rather finite supply of grace all…in a desperate effort, to save your boyfriend. And then you’d kill the angel Castiel now that one—that, I suspect, would hurt something awful. Everyone you know, everyone you love…they could be long dead. Everyone except me. I’m the one who’ll have to watch you murder the world. Dean, stop… I don’t know, I mean, there’s things, people…feelings that I—I, I wanna experience differently than I have before. Or maybe even for the first time. …I’m just starting to think that, maybe there’s more it all than I thought. You wanna know the secret to living a long life? Actually yes I do. Follow your heart. You do that, all the rest just figures itself out. I can see inside your heart, feel the love you feel, except…it’s cloaked in shame. I’m gonna cure you of your human weakness, same way I cured my own. By cutting it out. You blast me away you blast away every angel in the room. I’ll survive. Castiel on the other hand, he’s hurt. He might live or he might just end up a bloody smear on the wall. Do it. Roll the dice…that’s what I thought. I just, uh, wanted to return this… It’s a gift. You keep those. It was under my pillow. He went into my room and he played me!

[nklmg]

Dan Heng being sick and calling for Ren while in delirium…

cw: leaks. From the BotHeng server

His brace sends a fuming hot sensation to the other half of the pair. In a few hours, Ren appears and at the front door of the Express, demanding to be in. He would tell them to not treat DH with medicine for humans because it won’t work. Then Welt asks, clearly unhappy, “And you know?”

“I do, I know more about him than you all and he himself. Now, let me in before the poor boy suffers even more.”

He kneeled next to DH’s cushion, carefully checking his body’s temperature, eye movement, and pulses. He then takes DH into his arms, along with his blanket because the male ofc stripped himself off his clothes due to the heat.

“Which way to the infirmary?” he asks. The child of Kafka reluctantly leads him to a room at the end of the hall. Fortunately, they do have all the needed equipment for the treatment. Ren isn’t a healer, he is far from it, he still requires Kafka or Silver Wolf to patch him up. But this, healing this small jade dragon is something he knows very well. He works effortlessly around needed substances, needles and fluid transfer. Sick dragons need ultimate care and attention because their bodies are so complex. Whenever IL got sick, an army of healers was summoned to take turns in caring for him. Ren was dragged in a lot of times because the lord clung to him and most of the healer was totally beaten. The same thing is happening with the Express crew taking turns guarding outside the door and bringing him food as he is working tirelessly curing DH.

On the fifth day, DH still cannot open his eyes for more than 5 minutes and his body keeps switching between cold and hot. Ren decides they have to do “it”. Prolonging the condition won’t do him good, it is actually more harmful the more it drags on. He walks out the door and asks 4 people who are waiting outside. 

 “Any of you having a Wind alignment?”

They look among each other and shake their head, “There is guy named Sampo in Belebog,” Kafka’s child says. “Why Wind, tho? What does Dan Heng need that we can’t provide?”

“He needs an elemental fluid transfer. And since he is Wind, ..” Ren trailed off, “I guess I’m taking it in my own hand again?”

The dragon lord in his memory wasn’t this burning hot. His skin has always been pleasantly cool and soft and bouncy. The person under him right now is too exhausted to even breathe properly, he is crying too much even when he is losing fluid with his voice hoarse. He pours the elemental fluid of Wind into tea cup and brings it DH’s lips.

“IL,” he softly calls. “You have to be awake while taking this.” The male whines. His jade eyes blur with sleep but he obediently let Ren pulls him up.

After 3 days of continuously giving DH the elemental fluid, the male finally wakes up feeling clear-headed and light. The first thing he notices is that he is naked, his bare thighs rubbing against each other. The second thing he notices is that he is lying on a handsome man’s arm, with his bandaged, naked chest right in front of DH’s face. The man is warm in a pleasant way that makes him unconsciously purr and wants to snuggle further. It takes a moment for his brain to click and he realizes that is a Stellaron Hunter lying in bed with him. His heart’s beats throb loudly in his chest as he freezes, trying to understand the situation.

“Don’t stress yourself, you just get better,” Ren pats his head, calmly rolls out of bed to stretch himself. His muscle rips, his bones cracked like he was in a bad sleeping posture all night. Noticing DH’s gaze on his naked top, he flashes him a smirk then gets to the table with scattering equipment and medicine.

“Take this last dose and you are good. I also have to go, that’s all of my paid leave.” He gives DH the same cup of liquid and the male obediently takes it. The substance is sticky and dense, making him struggle to swallow all in one go. He doesn’t dare to close his eyes in front of the enemies and meets Ren’s trailing on his throat’s movements before returning to his face.

“Good boy,” the man smirks and turns to redress and packs his belonging. He takes his shirt that somehow ends up next to DH. He ties his hair into a small bun like in the past. Like the wind, he is already at the door and goes through the crowd of 4 people and 1 rabbit. He leaves just like that without a word or a look back.

[isamajor]

Two Weeks of Whump : day one to five

Okay I wanted to write more whump drabbles, I find the exercice quite interesting, with such few words. So yeah, I’m doing @promptsforyourwhumpfic‘s Two Weeks of Whump, with, as now usually, Skyrim’s Custom Voiced Followers.

Day 1 – Ashes

From the bustling city that was Whiterun, only whimpers and moans could be heard through the smoke and ash that thickened the air of the city. Attacked by the Stormcloaks, the city had resisted, not without difficulty or victims. The Dragonborn and his housecarl passed near the Gildergreen, miraculously spared. From a burnt and collapsed hovel nearby, a blackened hand could be seen piercing the ashes. Severio Pelagia had perished. Lydia brought her hands to her mouth, her stomach dropping. She wanted to cry but the smoke burned her eyes as much as her tears. (95)

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Day 2 – Bio-weapon

Sanguinare Vampiris, they called the illness, a virus like a curse spread by the bloodthirsty creatures of the night. Fear gripped the hearts of the afflicted, for they knew what awaited them. Three days of torment and suffering, the slow progression towards an eternal transformation. Auri trembled as she began to suffer of the first symptoms after a fight against a Vampire. She knew the consequences all too well :the slow transformation into a creature she loathed. Altering one's nature was against Y'ffre's wishes. She had to find a cure, before it was too late. (98)

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3 – Alcohol

The bottle of Alto wine passed silently from one to the other. In the midst of the tranquility of the place, under teh stars, neither of them managed to find sleep. So there was alcohol. To forget the horrors of the past that jumped out at them as soon as their eyes closed. Nebarra grimaced. It wasn't strong enough for him. Taliesin cracked a smile. Of all their companions, Nebarra was ultimately the only one who could understand him. He too was haunted by the war. The mercenary often verbalized it, like a litany of the horrors he had seen and experienced. (103)

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4 – Cage

Iron bars for only horizon. The new home of Lucien Flavius. A cage in a fortified bandit camp on the border with Cyrodiil. Marvellous. The bandits hadn't damaged his body too much because they were hoping for a nice ransom for this young man from a good family. The bruises he suffered hurt him but the feeling of humiliation he also felt was just as stinging. Lucien felt so helpless in this situation. He pressed his blond head against the bars. He knew someone was going to save him. But when ? And at what price? (96)

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5 – Broken glass

She was cornered. Next to her, the broken glass of a display case. The sounds of boots were already heard on the other side of the door. Even if she wasn't the culprit of this theft – she would have skilfully picked the display case, her – the guards wouldn't care. Her heartbeat quickened. Trembling, she wrapped her hand around a jagged shard. Remiel gritted his teeth. The glass sank into the flesh of his palm. Blood quickly coated the shard of glass and dripped onto the floor. But what could cut her could cut her assailants. (97)

[roalinda]

omg heaven sounds so good,,,,pls!!

Heaven was supposed to be a one-shot. It was not supposed to have any world building or going into any details about the deathly Hallows or Sirius nursing a nearly ruined corpse from grave back on his feet.

It was NOT supposed to be multi-chaptered.

But the indulgence hit me in the face...HARD.

I am currently on a trip with no access to my laptop which has Heaven drafts in it, but I have this small snippet on my mobile ♡

****

Sirius remembered many useless things. 

He remembered the endearing echo of James' giggly laugh which was exclusively Sirius' behind closed doors and the suggestive way liquid honey danced in the hazel of his sparkling eyes as he took off his glasses to climb on top of him, hot and demanding, ready to surrender.

He remembered James' wedding day and Lily's wobbling lips with shiny tear drops on her wet eyelashes about to fall and ruin her delicate mascara at any moment as she begged him not to leave James' life just because she had entered it because given the ultimate choice, James would choose Sirius and they both knew it. It had been then and there that Sirius approved of Lily, not because she wanted him into her marriage indirectly, but because she loved James enough to not to be selfish and care about his happiness despite her own heartache. 

He remembered the desperate way James kissed him every time they met when he was in hiding, all teeth and tongue and blood, filled with wild madness and unhinged desire and unconditional love as if it was the last time, as if Sirius' brightness was a torturous burn on his skin, one that he was willing to turn his body into a plain canvas for, to brand himself like a broken map of bruised skin as long as his lover was there for him to hold onto in the abyss of that horrific prophecy.

Remembrance was a curse when one had a photographic memory. It was like a constant heart attack, a disease in the head, a pain with no cure. Nothing helped. Alcohol? Painkillers? Potions? They were useless when memories of James hit, sometimes vivid and colorful, sometimes fanciful fragments of his absent imagination. 

That was his mental routine until now.

'Never disturb the dead. They don't belong with us, Sirius.'

Walburga's voice hit him, soft yet flat. Sirius could remember the frown on his mother's elegant features like it was yesterday. He used to be the apple of her eyes, her beloved boy who always outshone Regulus no matter how much he tried to not to. She used to say that it was his destiny, his role to burn bright. After all he was named after the brightest star of the sky. She used to read him The tales of Beedle the Bard on cool autumn nights at times, her grey eyes - so much like Sirius' - shining like liquid silver. He loved the story of the three brothers and she kept reading it to him countless times yet always wary for some unknown reason. 

"Remember Sirius, never disturb the dead." She used to say softly with a strange feverish twinkle in her eyes. "They don't belong with us. Never break the calm in their world. Let them rest in peace." That was probably the kindest advice that Walburga Black had bestowed on anyone. 

His grandfather Arcturus always warned him of the same thing, as if he was going to run and turn into a full time necromancer. "Always remember what happened to the second brother Sirius. Love is a noble reason but the dead are just rotten bodies under a pile of soil. Stay away from them for their whispers can put the most seductive sirens to shame. Love is nothing but a fickle emotion." 

All those warnings meant nothing to Sirius, not now. Not when he knew there was no rest for James, that he couldn't pass on in peace. He couldn't help but to ache in despair. It was so wrong of him to stage this macabre theatre of death in his brain. Still, he was the playwright. What he needed were cast and equipment. 

The irony was ridiculous in a bitter way. It was as if both Walburga and Arcturus were seers, already aware of his dark twisted future. Then again, they were Blacks. Only a Black could empathize with another Black. Once love and grief took over a Black's psyche, there was no in between, either a vortex of emotions swallowed them whole or they iced their hearts, moving forward without looking back. 

Sirius was not embarrassed to admit that after James, his heart was seared and scarred. It was as disfigured as his burned face on the family's ancestral tapestry. His heart was nothing but a cemetery with a lost love's grave. He had nothing to lose. 

[lovesickdeadsims]

Read PART 1 here

GEN 6- The Star-crossed Lover (Werewolves and Vampires GP required)

You are the child of powerful vampires, occult creatures that dwell in darkness and drink blood. This is to be your destiny once you become a teenager, and to be honest it doesn’t sound that good to you. Especially you don’t like the fact that one day your best friend will be your worst enemy. Because your best friend comes from a werewolf family, and therefore they are destined to be werewolves. And, as your parents told you, vampires and werewolves are enemies for life!  Surely there must be something you can do about it! You start by trying to be the most meek vampire ever. You don’t want to scare your friends away, so you feed yourself in alternative ways. You also start to develop a crush on your best friend... who returns your feelings! Your parents are not that happy about it tho’, so once your become young adults you two ran away from Forgotten Hollow and Moonwood Mill and start a new life somewhere where people won’t judge your union. So you try to live your life as a normal person: you get a job and you get married to your true love. But here is one big problem you didn’t consider: your love doesn’t last. Actually, your partner’s love doesn’t last, because you are not their fated mate. They talk about leaving, and this send you into a panic, but you also have an idea: if you can’t be with them as a vampire, maybe you can as a werewolf! So you devote your life looking for a cure to your vampirism, and when you find it and drink it you ask your spouse to turn you into a werewof. What’s done it’s done, you are now a werewolf. Your spouse agrees to start a family with you.

Objectives:

You can choose any trait and aspiration you want as a child.

As a child you must have a child best friend who is a werewolf (you can make the werewolf family for this purpose).

Once you become a teen you must choose the Good Vampire aspiration (but any trait you want).

As a teen start a romantic relationship with your werewolf best friend. 

Complete the Good Vampire aspiration before becoming a young adult. As your next aspiration choose the Werewolf Initiate aspiration.

When you age to young adult move out of you household and choose a lot of your choice in a world different from Forgotten Hollow and Moonwood Mill.

Invite your werewolf lover (who must be a young adult too) to live with you.

Get married to your werewolf lover.

Max out the Vampire Lore skill and make The Ultimate Vampire Cure.

Drink the cure and then ask your spouse to turn you into a werewolf (spouse must have the Curse Bearer ability).

Have one or more babies with your spouse after experiencing your first full moon.

Optional:

Complete the Werewolf Initiate before your first toddler becomes a child.

GEN 7- The Big Bad Wolf (Werewolves GP required)

You find out that one of your parent changed their nature completely for their partner, and just the thought of it makes you shiver. One thing for sure is that you’ll always stay truthful to yourself! And you a werewolf, and boy, you love it! You love to howl, to hunt and to scare people around you. As a child you were temperamental, hard to manage, a real scoundrel; as a teen you were even worse. You are literally a lone wolf, you break hearts everywhere you go, but no one and nothing capture your interest. Except for making mischief! You seem to love watching people suffer... What does this say about you? You don’t care, because you don’t need anyone’s opinion! You are the Big Bad Wolf, and you like it. That Greg fella? He’s water compared to you, you are a burning, bitter glass of the meanest alcohol you can think of. One day you meet the most beautiful person you have ever seen. Another heart to break, you think, and you set on a mission to seduce the poor lamb. Except you end up with a child. Well, what to do now? A child was never in the picture, yet you think you could be a GREAT parent! Yes, you will teach your kid everything you know, you’ll teach them to make the world their whore! So you steal the kid and travel as far as you can think of to start a new life with them.

Objectives: 

As a child you must have the Hot-headed trait.

As a child choose the Rambunctious Scamp aspiration.

Complete the child aspiration.

As a teen choose the Werewolf Initiate aspiration. 

Complete the Werewolf Initiate aspiration before becoming a young adult.

As a teen choose the Mean trait.

As a teen have at least two romantic relationships at the same time. The more the better. Never make them official.

Don’t get caught cheating before you turn into a young adult.

Don’t break up with anyone before you turn into a young adult.

As you become a young adult choose the Villanous Valentine aspiration.

Complete the Villanous Valentine aspiration before becoming an adult. Once completed choose the Lone Wolf aspiration.

Meet a sim with the Good trait. Seduce them and make a baby with them.

Break up with the good sim and move into a new world with the baby.

Optional:

Complete the Lone Wolf aspiration before your toddler becomes a child.

Get caught cheating from the “good sim” and leave them.

GEN 8- The Cult Leader (Parenthood GP, Seasons EP required, Island Living EP recommended)

You’ve always been disgusted by the way your parent lived: they were bad, mean and, worst of all, they tried to make you like them! But they didn’t succeed. You were the sweetest child ever, and couldn’t bring yourself to do anything mean, not even pranks! As a teen you started to hear a call. Suddenly you knew what to do! You will convert as many evil and mean people as possible, you will show them a better way! So you start befriending (someone would call it “molesting”, but you they are wrong) every mean person you can find in school, in public places, everywhere. When you turn into a young adult you start forming your cult of lost sheeps. You travel to a distant island and move in a large place. Actually, now you start to build your cult. You make children with some of your “followers” and you teach them to be good little angels, as anyone should be. Society doesn’t understand what you do in this island, they try to take away everything from you, starting with electricity. But you don’t mind: “Some things are sent to try us”, you think, as you build a farm with your followers. As children are born on the island you think you have achieved a sort of paradise on Earth. What more do you need?

Objectives:

Child must start with the Good trait and any aspiration you want.

As a child you must become a scout.

Collect all the Scout badges to obtain the Scouting Aptitude reward trait before becoming a young adult.

Become at least a B grade student.

As a teen choose the Cheerful trait and Friend of the World aspiration you want.

Meet 3 or more Mean/Evil sims and become their friend.

Avoid acquiring the Mischief skill.

Maximize in positive the three Character Values: Empathy, Conflict Resolutions and Emotional Control.

As a young adult move out from your parents house into a new lot in Sulani. 

The lot you live must have the Off the Grid challenge (and Simple Living if you have COTTAGE LIVING). You are allowed to use the perks that come with ECO LIFESTYLE, if you have it.

Ask your evil/mean friends to live with you and start a farm.

Maximize the Charisma skill before turning into an adult.

Have babies with ALL your followers.

All toddlers must have the Angelic trait.

Neither one of your followers nor you must have a proper job. You all must live off the products you make and grow. Odd jobs are allowed.

Optional:

Complete the Friend of the World aspiration before turning into an adult.

Help at least one of your toddlers to maximize all toddler’s skills. 

GEN 9- The Winterbaby (Seasons EP required)

You lived all your life on a secluded island. Your family was... unconventional to say the least: you were raised by numerous parents and had many half-siblings. Maybe this is why your taste in love is also a little unvoncentional... Even though you had to work on your parent’s farm along with your siblings, you still had a happy childhood. One of your fondest memories is being reunited all together for the big holidays! In fact your favourite holiday is Winterfest. You know exactly what you like about it: the decorations, the cheery atmosphere, the presents, family and friends all reunited for the grand meal... and Father Winter! You are not sure when it all started, maybe when you were a child and you kept making all those winter decorations, but you’ve always had a crush on that cheerful old man. When you are finally old enough, you make a plan: have a baby with dear Father Winter. And of course it can only happen on Winterfest; so you make the biggest, best Winterfest dinner party of all time (or at least of all neighborhood). At night, when Father Winter comes to bring gifts, you lure him into your bedroom and make sweet woohoo with him. The night comes to an end, Father Winter goes away. You are left with a kind of emptiness now that your wish has been granted. It’s the first time for you. You try to fill the void by dating older people (you’ve to pact that you indeed have an age kink) and land a serious relationship with one of them. They are not Father Winter (you still woohoo with him every chance you get), but you convince yourself you love them and can bring joy to their last years. Maybe by starting a family together.

Objectives:

As a child you must have the Outgoing trait.

As a child choose the Social Butterfly aspiration.

Complete the aspiration before becoming a teen.

Decorate your room with winter decorations made on any activity table.

Celebrate a successful Winterfest (or other but same holiday) with your family and friends as a child/teen and make friends with Father Winter.

As you become a teen move out in a different world and live all alone in a Winterfest themed house. It must be decorated for Winterfest (or other but same holiday) every season!

As a teen choose the Self-assured trait.

As a teen celebrate every Winterfest at your house inviting only family members.

When you become a young adult you may choose any trait and aspiration you want (Unflirty and Noncommittal not recommended)

Organize a successful Winterfest party (recommended Dinner party as social event) on the day of Winterfest and invite all your living family and friends (there must be at least 5 people).

When Father Winter comes, flirt with him and woohoo with him. Never make the relationship with him official.

Date and woohoo at least two elder sims.

Woohoo with Father Winter only on (every) Winterfest. NEVER outside the holiday.

Break up all your previous relationships and start another one with a new elder sim, go to live with them or move together in another place and have one or more babies (you are allowed to adopt). 

GEN 10- The Great and Powerful (Magic Realm GP required) One of your parent was so old you barely met them. As a consequence you start obsessing about growing old. You make potions as a child (you were always kinda into potions and brews), but nothing helps, you still age. One day your family take a vacation to a beautiful town called Glimmerbrook; you are just there, taking a walk and minding your own business, when you encounter a portal! And said portal brings you to a new dimension, a “magic realm” with a whole magic school full of spellcasters! You meet the three magical sages and ask one of them to turn you into a spellcaster. Because, why not? And this is the beginning of your new quest of becoming immortal. Yes, immortal, and thanks to a potion! You are ready for anything, nothing and no one can stop you. You wreck havoc everywhere, it’s all training, you really don’t mind the lives you destroy along the way; but your path is full of obstacles and, while you master the various magic skills, you meet a rival: a very powerful spellcaster who would love to acquire the immortality potion for themselves. You find this new challenger... quite attractive. You rivality becomes friendship and then something more. You never say it openly, but you both are attracted to each other, and eventually this leads to (more than one) sexual intercourse. You still want to be immortal; but when the time comes, when you finally know how to prepare the immortality potion, will you be willing to share?

Objectives:

As a child get the Genius trait and Whiz Kid aspiration.

Collect at least three frogs and display them in your room. If you have OUTDOOR RETREAT you may also collect at least three bugs and display them in your room as well.

Complete the child aspiration before turning a teen.

Become an A grade student as a child.

As a teen choose any trait you want, but you must choose the Spellcraft & Sorcery aspiration.

Create a rental lot in Glimmerbrook.

As a teen go on vacation with your family in Glimmerbrook. Discover the portal and enter.

Meet all the sages and befriend them. Ask the one you’ve go a better relationship with to turn you into a spellcaster.

Practice magic on other sims.

Complete the aspiration before becoming an adult. Then choose the Purveyor of Potions aspiration.

Meet a powerful spellcaster. Thy must be at the same level or even higher than you (or make one yourself).

Befriend them and duel them. You can’t start any romantic relationship with them before you have WON a magic duel against them!

Complete the aspiration before becoming an elder!

Make the immortality potion and become the most powerful spellcaster the world as ever known (give yourself a makeover too)!

Will you share the recipe to immortality with your lover? You can choose!

And this concludes the legacy. Your last sim is a powerful spellcaster. Maybe they have a special someone, or maybe you chose to kill them in some funny, whimsical way. Who knows! I hope you have fun if you ever decide to make a story following this legacy, and excuse any error you might find, for english is not my first language.