#where both sides are willing to tear themselves apart for the other

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Fucking hell Nightbringer really gave me everything huh god

Henry 1.0 origin story

Cerberus origin story

Satan's cat thing origin story

"Goldie in Freezer" origin story

Levi's Ruri-chan obsession origin story

Mammon being scared of ghosts/horror origin story

More in depth version of Solomon & Asmo's first meeting/pact origin story

A painful reason for why Asmo's room looks like that

What the tsl characters would have been like irl (the absolute worst wtf simeon)

Mammon's issues finally discussed in depth

Mammon being extremely ride or die for Lucifer

Almost instant Mammon & MC friendship

Mammon being just so amazed by MC and also insanely supportive of them

Mammon being willing to do anything for his brothers, being more sure of himself, almost instantly following Lucifer's orders and making the others do so as well

Levi's issues discussed in depth.

Levi straight up saying he was depressed and still is

Levi's friendship with MC!

Levi & Lucifer's relationship!!!!!

Levi being shy and scared and just so 😖

Things being bad in the Celestial Realm even before they left

Asmo's issues being discussed in depth

Asmo very explicitly having body dysmorphia

The brothers being much more supportive and loving of each other

Lucifer being visibly scared of losing another family member and being insanely overprotective because of it

The brothers being slowly overtaken by their sins (something that was always a part of them but also something they could control as angels) and losing control of themselves

The brothers gaining new magic

Satan being a fucking mess

Satan not really fitting in and all of them being really awkward around him

Satan's issues being discussed in depth

Belphie's issues being discussed in depth

Belphie expressing passive suicidal ideation

Belphie talking about how he needs someone to blame for what happened to Lilith so he can process it/make sense of it even if that someone is himself

Lucifer's issues being touched on from from different perspectives/angles

Diavolo's issues being hinted at

Simeon's issues being vaguely discussed

More about Lilith! (remember my post about how lilith definitely wasn't a sweet little angel because there's no way the universe would let lucifer catch a break? I was right!!! She was as much a little shit as the rest of her family!)

More about the demon king! (He wanted to stop the war too🥺 also a whole line of previous demon kings!)

More about god/how angels work (all angels are brothers & sisters but not technically family the way lucifer & his siblings are!)

ADAM!?!?!?!?!?

Solomon & MC's Sorcerer & Apprentice relationship seen in full detail!

MC being absolutely amazing

MC being competent and powerful and dangerous and resourceful and confident and the brothers realising all that but them also being funny and snarky and chaotic and outgoing and homesick and caring

References to present (s1-s4) brothers (& how they'll tear solomon apart if he doesn't bring MC back)

NIGHTBRINGER!? BARBATOS!!!??? but past barbatos doesn't seem to know anything about MC and present barbatos is helping solomon bring MC back....so who...?

References to Noble demons and conservative demons and devildom politics

Angel - Demon prejudice /racism from both sides explicitly shown

The brothers being war criminals and how the devildom sheltering them nearly re-started the war between the two realms

None of them being able to identify MC as a human (it takes Diavolo a long time + Lucifer straight up denies it when MC tells him), Adam & Nightbringer saying MC has the "power of angels", MC's favourite manga being one where the youngest child out of 7 is described as being angelic (*cough*lilith*cough*), Diavolo, even after knowing MC is a human, going "what are you"..... me softly chanting: nephilim!mc nephilim!mc nephilim!mc

The lessons flow better? It doesn't feel like one arc is squished into two lessons and then you must immediately jump into another different arc. It feels like it's all just happening in a connected sequence?

Better pacing in my opinion. It doesn't feel rushed.... like the part where satan discovers cats and then later is seen still sitting next to the cat and watching it? It feels appropriately spaced out

MC's relationships with everyone doesn't feel isolated. Like earlier there'd be a lesson or two dedicated to one character and we won't see much of the other characters during it. Now it feels like everyone is there interacting with everything in a normal, natural way. Yes there are lessons dedicated to getting to know one brother but the others are there, interacting with each other and MC during that time as well

The emotions & relationships are discussed/written in a way that feels very real and believable that it becomes actually really moving (s1-s4 also did this well but in nightbringer because of arcs/scenes/relationships not being isolated, of things flowing better and having a better pacing, of them outright discussing their issues it has a greater impact - yes I cried more than once shut up)

In the end, Nighbringer is darker than og OM! but not in the "grrr gonna kill you" way. It's "darker" because they address more serious topics in depth

[tokoyamisstuff]

Homelander fucking you in front of the 7😏

oops, my hand slipped

"What's the matter? I thought we're all adults in here."

Homelander let out a gluttoral sound as he sank even deeper into the great armchair, keeping his poker face on. If it wasn't for the lewd sounds echoing through the room, no one would suspect you were currently giving him the time of his life.

Not that he was subtle about it either way - he wanted them to know what's going on, wanted to brag about you almost as much as he needed all eyes to be on him.

John grinned quite satisfied as he looked down, observing you kneeling beneath him where you belonged. This whole time your gaze was locked on the only man that mattered, and though he would never admit it,he was just equally mesmerized.

He could see his own reflection in those eyes that never left him, and he couldn't deny that it turned him on even more. You were in a trance, eagerly working on his cock as if you were made just to please him.

Feeling himself being close he spread his legs even wider, balling a fist in your hair just to ram his whole lenght inside your throat.

Whatever Ashley was currently stammering about was interrupted through a deep groan of his, head falling back in ecstasy as he filled you up.

As always Homelander was quick to regain his composure, running a hand through his ruffled blond strands before putting up his trademark smirk.

"C'mon up sweetheart, I'd like you to meet the team." John lend you a hand, almost chivalrously helping you up. He gestured for you to sit on his lap, his gloved thumb shoving some splashes of his cum from your cheek into your mouth. "That's no good. You need to be more grateful for what I give you."

Never breaking eyecontact you grab ahold of his wrist, tongue running over his fingers as you savoured every last drop. "Yeah like this, good girl..." he growled, engaging in a messy kiss, tasting himself on your lips.

"Well, this is Y/N, say hello everyone! Isn't she amazing?!" All people in the room were visibly uncomfortable, mumbling flustered greetings to themselves and unsure whether they were supposed to watch or would be punished for it.

Well, you couldn't care less about them, quickly waving them a "hi guys" before focusing your whole attention on Homelander again. That's what he loved most about you: A whole room full of the most infamous supes, and yet it was like only he existed.

"Nah ah-ah" John scolded you playfully, two firm hands on either sided of your hips ramming your pelvis against his crotch, feeling him get hard again. "We're done when I say we're done."

You nodded mutely, giving him your most inviting smile as you slowly sank down on his cock, his mouth slightly agape. Chuckling bashfully, you start riding him with your head buried in his neck - but John had other plans.

"No need to hide, beautiful" he purred into your ear, softly nibbling at the sensitive skin before janking you back by the hair. He licked his lips with a predatory glint in his eyes, enjoying the view of your clothed tits bouncing in the rhythm of your movements. You gasp when he catches one in his mouth, tongue sucking and twirling around the sensitive skin of your nipple.

He then spun you around to look at the crew, bucking his groin even deeper against yours all while remaining seated. "Show them the pretty little face you make when you cum."

Goosebumps rise against your skin when you feel his lips trace thoughtful kisses along your spine, just to sink his teeth into your shoulderblade.

One hand was on your neck holding you in place, the other found the hem of your shirt, tearing it apart to reveal your chest. "It's impolite to stare" he suddenly warns the Deep, both thrilled by his display of possession yet not willing to share you too much. "If you get too excited, I'll have to laser your dick off."

John then proceeded to pinch your nipples just before cupping both of your breasts, squeezing hard enough to hurt just the enjoyable amount. You had long lost control over the volume of your moans, interrupting the conversation between those two.

Out of a whim he lifted you off of him, the empty feeling making you whine. "Relax, darling. I'm feeling generous today" he chuckled darkly at your pathetic plead, quickly bending you onto the tabletop, cheek pressed against the surface.

"Continue the meeting, Ashley" Homelander grinned mischievously as he started pounding into you from behind now, "I can multitask."

[yandere-daydreams]

ayaka and ayato never really learned how to share.

it made sense, once you'd been in the kamisato clan's employment long enough to fully grasp the extent of their wealth. why would they have to? as children, their parents were more than able to provide two of everything either sibling may want, and as they grew up, their interests diverged, their schedules deviated, and they were never so lucky as to encounter a scenario where, say, ayaka took a liking to ayato's favorite sword or ayato decided he was fond of a material ayaka had set aside for her next kimono. they rarely fought, and on the few occasions when they did find themselves at odds with one another, it never seemed to result in anything more than a few quiet meals and a particularly impassioned sparing session. they were too mature for juvenile disagreements, too regal to squabble over toys like children. they didn't fight, but they didn't have to, either.

which must be why they seem to have so much trouble dividing your time amongst themselves.

you owe the most of it to ayaka, technically - something she's quick to point out whenever ayato asks you to help him sort through letters from the other clans or offers to accompany you on your near-daily trips to the marketplace. you're her attendant, her companion, and she's possessive of you as a swan would be possessive of the whiteness of its feathers - unwilling to let you be marred by the filthy hands of anyone aside from herself. she doesn't need your help, and you know she'd be able to survive an hour or so without your company, and yet, she clings to both, makes excuses to keep you by her side despite how clear it is that she doesn't need you to help her dress or brew her tea. you'd never think of complaining, not on a salary like yours, but still. you could afford spare more time for ayato's paperwork, if she allowed you to.

ayato's claim to you is less legitimate, but boosted by his position as one of the shogun's commissioners. ayaka doesn't need your help, and neither does ayato, not really, but it's more plausible when he claims he needs an extra pair of hands for... well, for whatever a commissioner does all day, when he's not fighting treasurer hoarders or giving poor thoma food poisoning. he's willing to employ more underhanded methods, too, to catch you the moment you leave ayaka's sight and keep you occupied until you're forced to return to her. he'll slip you notes asking you to visit his personal chambers in the dead of night, leave silk-wrapped jewelry and bouquets of white roses on the foot of your bed, openly ask you if you'd rather be his or his sister's when he knows that ayaka's well-within earshot.

they still don't fight, or scream, or let their own pettiness affect anything beyond the internal dynamics of their household, but you're not left as unharmed as the rest of the world. it's tiring, being pulled between two bodies of impossible strength and resolution, having to live between the sharpened ambition of water flowing downhill and the quiet attrition of ice splitting open solid stone. it's hard not to imagine yourself split in half, a piece of you lodge on the ends of each of their blades. you'd leave if you thought you were able to, but that's just not plausible. they're both so unyielding, you couldn't imagine ayato or ayaka ever letting the object of their desire go without a fight.

it's all you can do to smile, try to keep the peace, and hope that eventually, they'll learn how to share something without tearing it apart.

[rynnthefangirl]

I get that it is pretty standard storytelling to stack the odds in favor of your villains in order to make the protagonists eventually success more satisfying… but it is so frustrating to see how the mood of Westeros at the start of the Dance was so flipped around from what it was in the books.

People WANTED to fight for Rhaenyra. She was the Realms Delight, Viserys’ Little Girl, the rightful heir. During Aegon’s coronation, Smallfolk murmured in hesitant confusion, occasionally shouting out “Long live Queen Rhaenyra!” The Starks, the Arryns, the Velaryons, and many more houses were 100% behind her. Even in the Reach, which should have been fully in the Hightowers pocket, many houses were declaring for Rhaenyra. She had the majority of the Houses in Westeros on her side! Meanwhile Otto was writing for foreign aid in a desperate attempt to get more support for their side.

The Greens believed that the Realm would side with Aegon due to misogyny and fear of retaliation, and were shocked at how much support Rhaenrya managed to garner. They usurped the throne not just bc they were willing to tear the realm apart for power (though they were) but bc they believed it would would not be necessary. But as it turns out, stealing a throne, slaying a peace envoy and your own nephew, and imprisoning/murdering lords for keeping their oaths does NOT make you popular. The Greens were doomed by their own arrogance. They themselves had no respect for oaths or loyalty, and assumed that the rest of the Realm was the same. They thought that as long as they had Kings Landing and Vhagar, they could bribe or threaten the houses into submission. But that was not the case. The Greens plan did NOT go as they wanted bc other houses were not as grasping and selfish as they expected. Not as grasping and selfish as they and their allies were.

But in the show?

-People hate Rhaenyra for the death of Jaehaerys, but absolutely nobody seems to give a shit that Aemond murdered his nephew, a 13 year old peace envoy. I don’t think he has even been called a kinslayer yet.

-The smallfolk all cheer at Aegon’s coronation (though I will give the show credit that the smallfolks attitudes are shifting against Aegon after the ratcatchers and parading of Meleys’ head, as they should).

-Jane Arryn, Rhaenys Targaryen, Corlys Velaryon all seem to resent Rhaenyra. It’s not even clear why they are fighting for her, as it seems to be with the greatest reluctance.

-The Brackens are the noble oathkeeping house that will burn before betraying their king, while the Blackwoods are evil underhanded murderers.

-Rather than the taking of Harrenhall being a decisive and important victory for the Blacks that shakes Aegon to his core, Daemon is floundering to get any support while all the Riverlords hate him and call him and Rhaenrya a tyrant.

-The Freys are only reluctant allies, again solely for whatever they can get for it.

At this point, the only ones that seems to pose any sort of threat to the Greens is their own leaders. Certainly not any of the Blacks. I’m not even sure why Criston Cole is bothering to take smaller castles around Kings Landing instead of just marching his men to Harrenhall. They’ve talked about it being the key to the Riverlands, and it’s not as though Daemon has a host there (or seemingly any firm support from anyone but House Blackwood). So go take it! What they hell are they waiting for?

Despite the brutal losses of Rhaenys and Jace, the Blacks take both Harrenhall and then Kings Landing quite decisively and with little bloodshed. Rhaenrya’s downfall is due to her own descent into grief, vengeance, and paranoia following the death of her children and multiple betrayals, combined with the insanity sweeping KL and the realm due to the stolen crown treasury and the horrific war crimes being rained down upon the realm (thanks Aemond, Daeron, Dalton, Ulf, and Hugh).

As it stands though, I’m reminded of Game of Thrones S7-8, where Cersei is able to do anything she wants with no backlash while Daenerys and hated and betrayed for her every action, despite Dany being an infinitely better person and ruler. I mean, it’s not quite at that level, but it is in the same ball field.

Stakes are good and all, but let the leaders of Team Black be as cool as they were in the books. And let Rhaenyra be flawed, let the burden of the war force her to make bad and vengeful decisions. While I certainly don’t want Rhaenyra to be totally demonized and it should not all be on her, we’ve swung too far the other way. The show’s depiction of Team Black needs balance. And the Greens need to face consequences for what they do.

[imreallyloveleee]

Where do you think it all went wrong with Riverdale?

honestly, part of me is like, the show's over and nothing but fandom matters. so who cares?

the other part of me loves to complain about Riverdale and will continue to do so until the day I die in the parking lot of Michael's Diner in Montgomeryville, PA at the age of 86. so, long-winded answer under the cut

I'm tempted to say it's the s4 b*rchie kiss. It was so wildly out of character for both Betty and Archie that it's laughable. You know how you can tell when something is just blatantly OOC with no justification? They...don't justify it. They find ways to dance around any interaction that might offer clarification. They mute the reactions of the characters who should be devastated by it. And then they jump ahead 7 years so it's easier to just handwave it away as something that happened a long time ago.

but the thing is, I did keep watching after that. I thought: okay, at least we should get an exes-to-lovers arc out of this, which is one of my favorite tropes. there is no way they would spend 4 seasons developing Bughead as this loving, supportive, communicative, sexy, and almost-unbelievably-compatible couple just to tear them apart and never do anything with that dynamic again. maybe it'll be even sweeter seeing them come back together after so much hurt and longing.

boy was i wrong!!!!!!!!!

so, the episode that actually made me stop watching for good, with the exception of some standalones like The Jughead Paradox and the finale, was the s5 musical. that was when i realized that this team of writers was 100% willing, maybe even eager, to completely drop storylines they themselves had been building over the course of a season - do a 180 with all of the characterization and relationships - and then act as though the buildup they wrote never even happened.

in this case, i'm specifically talking about the Bughead reunion storyline they dropped in s5. i'm not going to pretend like it was a GREAT buildup - and it was mostly on Jughead's side, Betty's character in s5 was basically an emotionless misery bot that had sex sometimes - but it was there. Jughead told Tabitha he had unresolved feelings around Betty. that's followed by an entire episode that lays out Betty & Jug's time jump relationship, and how Jughead still believes she's the one who saves him from himself. they work on a case together, they start opening up to one another. Jughead's so worried about her he can't eat.

and then...you know what happens.

(i'll also note here that there was random bts stuff that strongly indicated the musical ep storyline had a drastic last-minute rewrite: lili tweeted a blue dress, suggesting the song with that line was meant for her character; RAS said cole had to do last-minute recording sessions; supposedly crew members have confirmed this was the case, too. since none of it's 100% confirmed you can take it all with a grain of salt, but i believe it.)

it was so fucking insulting as a viewer to give my time and attention to a show made by people who would not only randomly drop the threads they set up, but torpedo them altogether, and then behave like the fans are the ones somehow at fault for expecting a story that actually follows through on its own emotional and plot beats. we're just shippers, so our opinions are dumb and biased! it's just a tv show, so who cares! get over it!

so, i stopped watching, because i knew they would continue to write without any thought or respect for their characters or their audience, and therefore inevitably write themselves into another corner. and, shocker, i was right. they did it again, whisking everyone away to the 1950s because actually resolving any of the scenarios they set up was ToO hArD. why bother when you could just make every single character Righteously Angry and Incurably Horny all the time, lecture the audience about social issues that have already been mainstream progressive for the last several decades, and call it a "love letter" to your fans?

[marketable-puckshie]

Necromancing? With THAT Bile Sac?

TWs: Platonic Yandere Implied, Necromancy, Self Loathing, Corpses, Characters With Prejudices Who Learn to Overcome Them, Implied Belos Lives AU.

Notes: In which I post about my self insert forcing that old man to unlearn prejudice...eventually. For context, Puck is half human themselves, and at this point I'd put this around mid S2 of the show so they've had time to work on their self loathing and prejudices. Belos is...very forthcoming with his plans once he learns that Puck is willing to let things play out due to loyalty and a certainty that he's going to fail. Puck has bile sac issues due to being half human and specific biological aspects of his mom's demon species.

True necromancy, reviving the dead especially, but anything involving the physical undead or the use of corpses is illegal on the Isles, one of Belos' first laws along with the legal implementation of the Coven System. It was already made widely unacceptable by him, citing that "the Titan wills that corpses be left to rest", but of course he knew that Oracle Magic was still needed and sequestered the use of spirits as something along those lines, seeing that there was only so much he could make publicly unnaccepted.

The research of true necromancy for investigative purposes is strictly regulated, relegated only to high ranking members of his coven, and requires special permissions from Belos himself. Performing it, regardless of your access to the topic, is still prohibited, and doing so guarantees you a cell in the Conformitorium. Sure, maybe making Grimwalkers is breaking his own law, but that's different! What the public doesn't know won't hurt them.

...at some point, Puck realizes that Belos is likely to fail. It relieves them, but it feels...anticlimactic, for him to die full of hate. No true resolution for him while he forces them to work through their prejudices against his kind and their own half blooded nature. How is that fair? Maybe it's a sick sense of responsibility towards him, maybe it's the blood relation however thin it is, but something about that irks him. Makes his skin crawl. Has Belos even been given the chance to walk a mile in a witch's shoes? Puck lives on both sides of the coin and suffers for it, physically and socially- but he knows it can't be much better to be a human raised like Belos, er, Philip was and stuck among witches and demons who are too airheaded to truly ask if there's something to address about him.

By Titan, did he even have a friend before them? Well, calling themselves his 'friend' is a strong term, but he at least acts like it? He thinks (still so unsure of where they stand when he'd tear the Isles apart if something happened to them). What would a friend do...? The answer is simple, obviously, and it's the same thing Belos has been doing ever since Puck gave the other human a chance: help him change. Help him deal with the hate in his heart. How does one even do that...?

And that, they suppose, brings them to the necromancy research chamber. Of course the guards believed him when he said Belos gave them permission, given their closeness- and even if they didn't, it's not like they'd stop them. Puck doesn't have the bile sac for any of these spells. Sif, the little dog Palisman that's only alive because he's a Titan damned disability aid, wouldn't be able to save them without help, and then they'd be in trouble- so really, it's almost guaranteed that they'd never actually try these spells that a normal witch would need a Galderstone for. You'd be crazy to think they'd come here hoping to learn how to make a vessel from scratch, or to move a soul into a new body. They don't realize that Puck is there for exactly those reasons when they close the doors behind him.

"If Philip thinks he's gonna just die when he fails his little witch hunt, then he's got another thing coming. Lets get to work, Sif- we still have to get together a restock list later, so let's not take too long."

The little thing wags his tail and yips, hopping off their shoulder to start sniffing out what they need to look at. Sure, the magic needed to do something like this might land them in the Healing Coven's hands, but it'll be worth it, he thinks.

'Anything to help him the way he's helped me.'

[jay-ce01]

"Echoes of Magic: The Scarlet Witch and the Agent"

Wanda x Fem!reader

Warnings : slight mention of fights

Words : 894

In the heart of New Avalon, a city teeming with life, where skyscrapers towered above bustling streets, two powerful women stood at opposite ends of the moral spectrum. Wanda Maximoff, known as the Scarlet Witch, wielded magic that defied comprehension, while Y/n, an agent of the Supernatural Defense Agency (SDA), fought to protect the city from mystical threats.

Their first encounter was a clash of wills and powers, set against the backdrop of a moonlit rooftop. Wanda, her scarlet energy crackling around her, pursued a rogue sorcerer with determination in her eyes. Y/n, tasked with apprehending the elusive Scarlet Witch, stood her ground with steely resolve. The air between them was charged with tension as they faced off, each refusing to yield.

Their battle was a spectacle to behold, a symphony of magic and martial prowess that echoed through the night. Wanda's spells were as unpredictable as they were potent, weaving through the air with deadly precision. Y/n, however, proved to be a formidable adversary, her tactical mind and combat training allowing her to hold her own against the Scarlet Witch's onslaught.

As the dust settled and the dawn began to break, neither Wanda nor Y/n emerged as the clear victor. Instead, they found themselves locked in a stalemate, nursing wounds both physical and emotional. But amidst the wreckage of their clash, something had shifted. Beneath the veneer of animosity, there lingered a spark of curiosity, a fascination with the woman on the other side.

In the days that followed, their paths continued to intersect, each encounter more intense than the last. Wanda and Y/n clashed repeatedly, their battles escalating in both scale and ferocity. Yet, with each confrontation, they found themselves drawn to one another, their mutual respect and admiration growing with each passing day.

It wasn't long before their rivalry began to take on a new dimension, evolving into a complex dance of attraction and desire. Late nights turned into shared conversations, filled with laughter and banter, as they navigated the uncharted territory between them. Despite their differences, they found common ground in their shared sense of duty and their desire to protect the city they both called home.

But as their bond deepened, so too did the challenges they faced. New Avalon was a city of chaos and conflict, a melting pot of supernatural forces vying for control. And in the midst of it all, Wanda and Y/n found themselves embroiled in a web of intrigue and betrayal that threatened to tear them apart.

It was during one particularly perilous mission that the truth finally came to light. Trapped in a labyrinth of illusions and deceit, Wanda and Y/n fought for their lives against a common enemy. In the heat of battle, with danger closing in from all sides, they realized that their bond ran deeper than either of them had dared to admit.

With the city skyline ablaze in the distance, Wanda and Y/n found themselves drawn together in a moment of raw emotion. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them for far too long. In that moment, the barriers between them crumbled, and they surrendered to the undeniable pull of their hearts.

From that day forward, Wanda and Y/n embraced their newfound connection, navigating the complexities of their relationship in a world that still saw them as adversaries. But in each other's arms, they found solace and strength, bound by a love that defied the boundaries of their past. Together, they would face whatever challenges the future held, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything.

As their relationship blossomed, Wanda and Y/n faced new trials and tribulations, both as individuals and as a couple. They fought side by side against the myriad threats that plagued New Avalon, their bond growing stronger with each victory and each setback.

But it wasn't always easy. Their love was tested time and time again, by enemies both old and new, by doubts and insecurities that lingered in the shadows. Yet, through it all, Wanda and Y/n remained steadfast in their devotion to one another, drawing strength from the connection that bound them together.

They shared quiet moments of intimacy amidst the chaos of their lives, stealing kisses in the darkness of night or holding each other close as they watched the sunrise from their rooftop sanctuary. And in those stolen moments, they found solace and peace, a respite from the trials of their world.

But as their love grew deeper, so too did the dangers that threatened to tear them apart. Dark forces conspired against them, seeking to exploit their weaknesses and destroy everything they held dear. Wanda and Y/n faced betrayal from unexpected quarters, their trust shaken to its core.

Yet, even in their darkest hour, they refused to give up hope. Together, they stood against the tide of darkness, fighting with all their strength and determination to protect the love they had forged amidst the chaos of their lives.

In the end, it was their love that proved to be their greatest weapon, a beacon of light that guided them through the darkest of nights. And as they stood together, hand in hand, facing an uncertain future, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything that stood in their way.

[wc-wild-rewrite]

If we're allowed to ask about later arcs, how will the OOTS battle go down? You've mentioned Brackenstar, so i presume Firestar still dies, but what else happens?

Ah, The Great Battle. It's the biggest moment in Clan History since basically forever, every force, ally, and enemy of the clans clash together in a bloodbath. It's a major trauma for the clans that they never truly recover from, and that affects their very way of life afterwards.

But thats the poetic description, when it happened, it was chaos. The clans were tipped off by the Dark Forest recruits that backed out about the incoming attack, but nobody could've prepared for the hell that followed.

The Clan cats prepared themselves in their camps, reinforced to the teeth, with every kit and elder safely in hiding. They couldn't risk hiding them in another camp, so they could only pray. They had no specific date to wait for, but while they waited, the clans stockpiled on prey, burying it like they would in a harsh leafbare. The healers met up frequently to share much needed herbs, as the mystics begged Starclan for help.

They were so prepared that by the time The Dark Forest struck, they were ready. Slinking out of rivers, shadows, trees, anywhere they could pull themselves from the depths of, the ghostly cats came running, quickly backed by the recruits that still supported them, who had taken camp outside of all the territories. The first couple minutes weren't bad, the clans were holding their own, until more appeared, then more, then more. The Dark Forest had not only recruited living cats, but put a hole through the barrier between the Dark Forest and the Ghost Plane, the place where non-clan cats go when they die. Most weren't kittypets, the majority were rogues, but the kittypets that did fight were just as vicious.

Quickly, the clans were overrun. Getting a killing blow on these dead cats was hard enough, made only harder when they kept jumping back and forth between shadows. Despite the chaos, the sky was clear, and the blood of both living and dead was everywhere.

Suddenly, the sun was blotted out. Every cat in the territories froze as an eclipse filled the sky, in two clans, the fighting continued, though all were unsettled. In Thunderclan and Windclan, however, two groups appeared. Sol and Darktail, backed by their own rogue groups, came down on their despised clans with a vengeance. Darktail hadn't been abandoned in this AU, but his kittypet roots had soured his clan to him, and he had been pulled into the Dark Forest far, far too young, and in turn, he had pulled the other Windclan trainees in as well. And so, in the moons before the Dark Forest attack, he grouped up with his 'close ally' Sol, and pulled together a rogue group to tear down the clans in an ambush. Sol didn't originally intend to destroy the clans, but the events of Power Of Three made him more willing towards Darktail's plan.

And so, the clans were even further overrun. The living were starting to retreat, some muttering prayers to Starclan, when the clouds rolled in, not blotting out the eclipse, but thundering alongside it. The sky glowed as dozens upon dozens of Starclan cats raced down, claws out and yelling a battle cry that shook the very sky, sending lightning and thunder down upon the land. There had always been more Starclan than Dark Forest, and even with the ambush and extra dead rogues, they were no match for the numbers of Starclan.

Even then, the battle was hard, but righteous. Kits long dead blocked the entrance of nurseries, half faded elders fought side by side with their distant descendants, and, of course, past leaders flung themselves furiously at the cats who dared attack their clan. In Shadowclan, a group of cats both living and dead, led by Flintflang and Deerstep, tore Brokenstar apart while chanting the names of those he killed, as Badgerfang kept the living kittens quiet and hidden, despite his shaking paws.

The clans were winning, one paw strike at a time, but it was a struggle, for every Dark Forest cat killed, a Starclan cat was. For every Rainfloweer was a Spottedleaf, every Frecklewish was a Featherwhisker, and the living were beginning to drop from injury and blood loss too. They were winning the fight, but the war was still raging.

and then, an even bigger surprise occured. Midnight, leading the tribe cats and the mercats, came storming in, along with their ancestors. The Dark Forest were definitely outnumbered now, and started fleeing as The Six's powers were fully awakened by the prescence of their original spirits, massively faded but still there. The bloodbath turned to the side of the good, but there was still tragedy to come.

The thunder and lightning continued, as did the eclipse, as fire spread in all territories, setting a blazing background for the leaders and their fighting. Onestar chased Darktail down to the lake as the tom tried to escape, Mistystar fought against Mapleshade with the fury of the Applekin before her, Blackstar pinned one of Brokenstar's old loyalists on their back, and Firestar fought tooth and claw against Tigerstar, using every trick he had learnt in the time since their last match. The smoke was thick in the air as the remaining Dark Forest cats fled, leaving only the most stubborn, or stupid.

A tree was struck and fell between the two thunderclan cats, but Firestar nimbly jumped it, and with one last attack, Tigerstar vanished into nothingness, leaving only a smudge of dark, tar-like blood where he had stood moments before. They had no time to celebrate, however, as the camp continued to crackle and burn. But, while coated in the blood of himself and his clanmates, Firestar knew Starclan was sending rain, as the first drops hit his fur and the eclipse cleared. It was too late for him, he knew that, and he dropped to the floor as his clan gathered around him, old and young, living and dead. His spirit rose from his body, nuzzled goodbye with Sandstorm, and disappeared into the sky, the rest of the dead following.

As Thunderclan mourned their leader, Crowfeather desperately leaped into the lake to save Onestar, only to come up empty pawed and soaked through. Their leader, too, was gone. As was Shadowclan's, having tried to race to Windclan through the tunnels as aid, but getting caught by the flooding caused by the storm that broke only minutes later. Mistystar, thank the stars, was alive, but badly injured.

With three of four leaders left, the territories destroyed, and over a dozen cats dead, the clans entered their new era. Brackenfur- now to be star- prayed this would be a better one, but we all know how fate isn't a fan of the clans.

And so, came Arc 4 and a half. Or, as i call it, The New Prophecy (Propheciless Edition), actual name still pending.

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Preston/Gage is a really interesting dynamic - It's hard not to notice that they have a LOT in common, but stand on completely opposing sides especially when it comes to morality. Seeing as you're the only person I can find who actually ships these two, I just wanted your thoughts on how those two might work in more than just a hatefuck/bad-time situation? Especially considering Preston's history and trauma relating to raiders. Even if it's not a romantic/sexual way, just both working for Sole and not tearing each other apart?

Oh you sweet summer child, you have opened the flood gates lmao

In all seriousness, the similarities are by design. My friend and I (we're like the only two people that actively ship them), noticed a while ago that Gage and Preston are written to be narrative foils. They're very similar in their over arching goals, wants, motives, backstories, etc. But they're complete opposites when it comes to their morals and personalities. And that's on purpose. They're differences contrast each other to highlight them, and make them easier to spot and see, usually for the main character. In this case it's us, the player.

Basically, my friend and I often say that they both believe that community is the best at surviving. But for Preston it's about working together and helping to rebuild and defend, while for Gage it's about power and taking what you need (survival of the fittest, but community style).

In terms of working together? Oh boy, I've got a lot of thoughts.

Particularly, I have a bunch of AUs where Preston is forced by Gage to become the Overboss, and AUs where Gage is forced to work under the Sole Survivor. A lot of the time, their working together is due out of pure necessity. Mostly because Gage is threatening innocent people either outright or just by his presence alone (plot related stuff).

It's always very tense and usually there's a major threat if one lets the other die, forcing them both to behave. Preston and Gage in terms of actually fighting and working together is interesting. Preston is used to a more long ranged, structured, and defensive style, while Gage is more close quarters, chaotic, and aggressive (which is actually reflected a little in their companion perks). And both of them seem to prefer planning strategies and working with teams. So, they actually compliment each other. When they're not arguing over everything that is.

But in terms of... expressing themselves, actually talking to each other? It's a bit of a toss up. A lot of the time, when they aren't arguing or insulting each other, both like to slap down truth bombs every once in a while. Making the other see a new perspective, even if they don't want to. Preston pointing out Gage's unwillingness to trust anyone, while Gage points out that trusting no one got him this far in the first place. Gage being the first in line to criticize setters for always needing help, making them weak and unable to defend themselves. Preston in turn, criticizes raiders for their overzealous belief in taking rather than building, growing, stabilizing, which just makes them just as weak. Both not realizing that the other is working towards trying to change that. Trying to get their respective factions to grow strong enough to be self sufficient.

I also think, weirdly, they would be willing to defend the other when it comes to people criticizing their work ethics. They're both hard working, they both get shit done, they're competent. And to question that of either man, sets the other off. They may hate each other, but both of them have a willingness to put work in, to (excuse the language here) pull themselves up by the bootstraps and get shit done. It's a weird respect they both share.

In terms of trauma... it's hard. So damn hard. They were both betrayed, horribly so, basically left to die. Gage took away the idea that he can't trust anyone, but also still looking for people to just listen to him. While Preston was left with so many feelings of worthlessness and bitterness, yet he still wants to find a way to help.

In many of my AUs, I like to imagine a scenario where both of them, being forced to work together, have to confront Clint. And it always ends with Gage taking Preston's side. Not because most of my aus involve them being in some kind of fucked up relationship, but because Gage would HATE Clint. On principal. Which, I think says a lot about Gage's character.

I could go on and on, but that's just my present thoughts atm. I'm thinking of making a general Fallout discord server that focuses more on lore and fandom, so if anyone would be interested in more of my ramblings about my specific AUs and weird little ships, I'll definitely be posting an invite link soon. In the mean time, feel free to just poke my brain about Preston/Gage (or Preston/Maxson cause I ship that too lmaoooo), or any of my AUs. I've got a lot of them.

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Eddie's Education: Chapter 26

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Chapter 26

Leia's eyes flicked open to the familiar sight of Eddie's lamp-lit bedroom. She rose up gently, rustling the sheets. The whisper of sound caught Eddie's attention. In no time he was setting his instrument down and rushing into her outstretched arms.

He whispered, as if afraid to break the aura of fragile quiet peace surrounding them. “Hey Princess, there you are,” he said holding her face and meeting her dark eyes with his own. She smiled gently. “Here I am...I think.” She paused biting her lip, and taking a deep grounding breath. “You were playing Joy Division?”

Eddie was caught off guard by her line of questioning and chuckled as he said, “Yeah, Love Will Tear Us Apart. It sure as shit seems appropriate today, doesn't it?”

She gave a little shrug of agreement, then said, “But you don't even like Joy Division.”

“Not particularly,” he said scooting closer to lay his head in the cradle of her crossed legs, looking up at her, “but you do.”

“Yeah,” she said absently stroking her hand idly through his curls and around the angle of his jaw, enjoying a peace so deep she could pretend it wasn't surrounded on all sides by damnation and death. “You're so beautiful, Eddie Munson, do you know that? A beautiful man so sweet he learned to play songs he doesn't even like for me.”

His dark eyes sparkled with pride and his lips parted irresistibly into a smile. He sat up moving closer to her, whispering between kisses from his soft lips, “anything for you, Princess, always.”

Her heart ached like a bruise, hearing that, and her throat tightened with shame. She said in a brittle, broken voice, “I'm no princess. I'm...I'm a monster now. You deserve so much better than me.”

“Hey..no...no...no. Leia. You're the best...my incredible girl. That wasn't your fault. Look at me. It was him, okay. He's playing mind games. Using you. You're not a killer. I think I was a lot more willing to kill Sam than you ever were and no one would blame you for wanting to. But you're so good...”

She whimpered. “I'm not, Eddie. I'm not good, but I wanted to be. There's just been so much pain...in my life...in your life...in the world. I just can't stand the idea of causing any more of it, not when I could be kind instead. It's not my place to be anyone's judge or jury...or...or executioner. But I was. I don't know who I am anymore.”

Eddie held her face and looked deeply into her eyes. “That's still who you are...kind and good and smart and brave and tenacious. He didn't take that from you. You were given a horrible, impossible, choice and you chose to save me. You're my hero, Princess. You're my hero,” he said in a tone of awe and he clung to her for dear life.

They were both out of words, so their bodies' found each other in touch and smell and taste, throwing themselves into it like a lifeboat. Neither of them said anything to initiate it. They didn't need to ask if they needed each other. They didn't need to mention that it might be the last time they could have each other like this. Each of them knew the stakes and that this was the calm before the most violent of storms. They left the obvious dread in a snowdrift of the unspoken as they reached for each other.

Finally finding words again, Eddie begged, “Please please stay with me,” between hungry desperate kisses to her hot cheeks, to the salty skin where their tears had combined. “For now...forever...just be here. Don't let me go. Don't let go” he muttered as he sat up against the headboard and pulled her into his lap to straddle him. Her legs were bare under her dress and cold to the touch, so he did his best to warm them with his hands, stroking up and down the curve of her thighs, the flowing line of her calf, memorizing the landscape of her body. He kissed along her shoulders as she slid her dress down. He ran his lips and teeth along the ridges of her clavicle. He pulled her closer still by her waist, resting his head against her naked breasts, seeking her heartbeat as he kissed. Eddie heard it, felt it, felt her, warm and strong and alive and all for him. The pulse quickened and so did her breath, as his exploring hands gathered heat further and further up her legs until his touch warmed her core.

Leia felt herself turn molten under Eddie's sure hands and care; thawed out from her fear. As he found his way inside her, she arched into where his hands rested firmly against the curve of her spine, supporting her. Leia gasped at the fullness of him within her; the radiant warmth.

“Does it hurt?” Eddie asked, easing back slightly.

She held his face, met his eyes. Using his own words, she answered, “Sometimes...but not now. For now...nothing..hurts.”

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When they joined the others at the fire pit, both in Eddie's clothes and recently showered, the others tactfully pretended not to notice. That was why they had left them alone, after all. It was surreal; seeing all of them preparing piles of weapons while the rest of the world still sat with family in their living rooms, dozing from turkey dinners. Eddie spotted headlights as Robin, Nancy and Steve pulled up. Leia ran up to hug Robin, saying “Thank you so much. I'm glad you knew what to do.”

Robin winked and said, “I have pretty good intuition.” She handed Leia a bag of several daggers, swords and scimitars, and two small antique-looking books.

Eddie frowned in confusion. “What the hell? Did you run into a few knights along the way, Jesus Christ.”

Leia blushed and hurried to explain, “Uh...well. In the vaudeville shows in Chicago. I had this specialty...tricks with swords and knives and stuff. It's kind of silly but...”

Eddie put his finger to her mouth and said, “Silly!? Baby, are you kidding? That's so fucking hot. I've never been so turned on in my life! Shit!”

Nancy squinted and grimaced in distaste. “Eddie! Gross!” she scolded, but Steve just chuckled.

Leia reached for the two books Robin handed her reverently and nodded, saying a quiet, “Thank you.”

“And what's this?” Eddie asked as Leia held them out to him.

“They're my favorite books...old editions of The Haunting of Hill House and The Silmarillion. I want...” Her voice hitched slightly, “I want you to have them in case I...”

Eddie swallowed hard, blinking away the mist gathering at his tear ducts. “Don't....don't say it,” he pleaded as he gathered her in for a hug.

“I was going to give them to you anyway, if that makes you feel better. I wrote notes in the front of each one, right after we started dating. I had so much to say, but it's never easy for me to say it. I was just waiting for the right place and moment.” She looked around at the barren earth and the piles of weapons, and smiled wryly. “I guess this is neither, really, but when is it ever perfect?”

Eddie gave a cocksure crooked grin, and stroked her cheek. “Anytime you're here, Princess.”

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Less then half an hour later Eddie's trailer was dark and quiet as the grave. Inside El floated in the makeshift sensory deprivation tank to access the psychic realm and sink deeper and deeper into it, searching for Vecna. Mike knelt beside her in the pitch black silence, holding her hand.

Dustin had taken the lead with everyone else, addressing the group as the heavy blanket of night settled over them and the bonfire still blazed at the center. Knights of the Round Table, Dustin thought.

“So...the plan...we all wait at Steve's parents' house. When Vecna opens that gate, you wait until he's vulnerable and deep into the psychic realm, then you go in guns a-blazing and drag that fucker's body out. We kill him once and for all out here so he can't use the power of the upside-down to come back.”

“What about us?” Eddie asked as he held Leia's hand, though he already knew and dreaded the answer. He needed to hear it spoken aloud to make it real for him. Being a dungeon master meant he was smart about strategy. He knew where this had to go.

Dustin sighed. “You're not gonna like this Eddie.”

He smiled weakly. “Just spit it out, shrimp.”

“He wants Leia. Right after he opens that rift he's going to try to latch onto her mind, and compel her body to walk through it while he's in her head. We have to let her go to him.”

Eddie wiggled his head vehemently. “NO...no...fucking...way.”

“Eddie,” Leia said quietly. “It's my decision and I've already made it. This is our only shot at him. I can't begin to understand why this monster is fixated on me, but we need to use it. I'm ready.”

Eddie's eyes scanned her up and down. She had changed into a pair of his jeans and his sturdiest leather jacket as armor. A sword hung from her waist in its scabbard and she carried several throwing knives in a bandoleer across her chest. He smiled. She looked like Eowyn the sword-maiden, she looked like a knight, a heroine, a valkyrie. He was so proud of her, and realized suddenly and completely that he couldn't protect her any better than she could protect herself.

“If it's your choice, sweetheart. I'll be with the cavalry when the time comes,” he said, lifting the sword he'd chosen.

“We all will,” Robin said, and the others nodded.

“Thank you,” Leia said quietly, meeting each of their eyes in turn. “Thank you for taking me in like this...for accepting me. It means so much.”

She took a deep breath and said, “Let's go.”

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Vecna dug his enormous clawed hand one last time into the strange ruddy material of the upside-down. The narrow crevice to their world which he had deliberately labored over, rend by rend, for so long was finally completely open. He gave a hideous smile, imagining his reward for his hard work; the girl.

Now...she is fascinating, he thought. He had been bored for so long and she would be such a great diversion from this tedium. He thought of Leia and himself as opposite sides of the same evolutionary coin, both off the bell curve in their respective directions. When she saw an injured creature her first impulse was to save it, no matter how ugly, broken, evil or dangerous; his was to crush it. They were equally natural impulses taken to rare extremes; a perfectly merciless predator and a perfectly compassionate prey. The symmetry of it pleased him, and the challenge of breaking her would be so gratifying...difficult but gratifying

I'm simply fulfilling my nature. My purpose. And the humans...I am liberating them from their arbitrary lives and the rules that cage them. She will be free from their rules and oppression. What a gift I offer her!

Also, the monster was incredibly lonely after all these decades (though he would never admit it to himself). He believed (when he was alive, when he was just Henry) that killing, freeing humans from their pitiful lives and collecting them within his mind for all time, would solve that ache. He reasoned that he would never feel alone again. Yet, all that remained was the howling din of those souls ricocheting around his mind; no real companionship.

However, this girl had an impressive capacity for pain, and for a quiet empathy reaching so deeply that she allowed it to tear her apart from the inside. Leia had been the companion of a hungry monster before and, he decided, she would be again and she would be delicious. Vecna looked forward to the many many years he would feed off of her, corrupt her, slowly, intimately.

His mutilated muscles ached and burned, even more than usual, even in the restorative bath of energetic liquid, but the thought of his plan and its bounty gave him motivation to see it through. Henry let out a sigh of relief as he settled into his throne weaving himself into the shadowy roots and branches of the upside-down. He sank...down, down, down in his mind, past the screaming wordless chorus of his victims, and found her easily; alive among ghosts. Her consciousness hovered like smoldering incense in the ether, sweet, complex, and pulsing with warm vitality.

He saw her. This time she was waiting for him, standing patiently before him in his mind's palace of swirling debris, rot, and preternatural red illumination.

“Hello, Henry,” Leia said, nervousness hidden, but hovering over the corners of her voice.

“Hello, pet,” he said morphing into his human appearance, tall and fair like a fallen angel, but his eyes were as cold as steel.

“My name is Leia, Henry. If you're going to trap me forever, I would at least appreciate you using my name to show me some respect.”

“My apologies,” he said smoothly, with a polite little nod. “I didn't mean it as an insult. Just a term of...affection.”

He walked closer and held her face in his cold hand, examining her like a specimen. “But you don't really expect me to believe that you're just offering yourself to me on a silver platter. I know what your little army is planning. As we speak, I'm pulling your physical body to me. Once it's here, they'll come charging.”

He grazed his long fingers over the bandoleer of knives, then the edge of the blade hanging at her waist. She didn't flinch; didn't avert her eyes as he stared and took a step closer. “And what is all this? Are you the general? Leading the charge? Joan of Arc?”. He chuckled in a dark mocking tone.

“No,” she said coolly, “Just a humble scout.”

“More like bait,” he said and snapped his prefect white teeth mere centimeters from her face. He smiled, satisfied that he had finally made her flinch.

Once she recovered, she shrugged. “Possibly. I'm ready to give myself up if it comes to that. Of course, I'm hoping it won't, but if it means even a little more safety for them in the long run, I'll accept it.

“Oh, there it is,” he said raising a finger in a eureka! Gesture.

“What?”

“That self-immolating compassion. See, generally I despise seeing it in most humans. Usually its ultimately selfish...a martyrdom complex...a need to be loved for their suffering. But you...your different. You really mean it. No...strings...attached.”

“Is that so unusual?”

“It is.”

She sighed, “Okay Henry. You wanted me here and here I am. So what now?”

“Have a seat,” he said gesturing a hand, as vines sprung up from the earth wrapping around her arms and legs, forcing her into a seat next to him; a horrible thorny throne for a captive queen.

He chuckled as she yelped. “You're so cute when you're surprised. Let's watch what your friends are up to, shall we? This will be such fun.”

“I thought you said, no strings attached,” she huffed out, wiggling against the vines.

“Oh not for me, darling, and not for anyone else benefiting from your kindness. All the strings, all that tangled mess, will always lead only to you,” he explained as he stroked one long gnarled finger against her immobilized arm. “You're all wound up.”

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Listen Before I Go

Just a little SatoSugu songfic angst because I don't want to be sad alone.

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In a world where sorcery and darkness intertwined, there were two powerful sorcerers named Gojo and Geto. They were once the closest of friends, united by their desire to protect and preserve the balance between the realms of humans and curses. But over time, their paths diverged, and they found themselves on opposite sides of a brewing conflict.

🎵 Take me to the rooftop, I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue

Gojo, with his vibrant blue eyes and charismatic charm, stood tall on the rooftop of the Jujutsu High School, his favorite place to gaze upon the world below. He often wondered about the weight of his responsibilities as the most powerful sorcerer and the pressure to protect those he cared for.

🎵 Tell me, love is endless, Don’t be so pretentious, leave me, like you do

Geto, once Gojo's closest confidant, now felt a growing distance between them. He watched from a distance as Gojo's influence and popularity soared, and jealousy and resentment crept into his heart. He yearned to be close to his old friend once more, but their paths had taken them far apart.

🎵 if you need me, wanna see me, better hurry, cause I’m leaving soon

Gojo's commitment to protecting the innocent and fighting curses was unwavering. He vowed to be the light in the darkest of times, guiding and protecting those who needed it most. But deep down, he sensed a growing darkness in his friend Geto, a darkness he hoped he could reach and bring back into the light.

🎵 Sorry, can’t save me now, Sorry, I don’t know how, Sorry, there’s no way out, But Down

Geto's heart was heavy with bitterness, and he found himself succumbing to the allure of darkness. He longed for Gojo's company once more, but he felt too far gone, like he could never rise to the heights of his former self. His dark desires consumed him, and he craved power above all else.

🎵 The salty tears on my cheek, that’s what a year long headache does to you

The memories of their once unbreakable bond haunted both Gojo and Geto. In their hearts, they knew they would always care for each other, no matter how far apart they drifted. They remembered the days of laughter, shared goals, and dreams of a harmonious world.

🎵 I'm not okay, I feel so scattered

Gojo couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He sensed the darkness growing within his old friend and the impending conflict that threatened to tear their world apart. He felt torn between his duty to protect and his desire to bring Geto back to the light.

🎵 Don't say I'm all that matters

Geto, now consumed by darkness, whispered sinister promises to himself. He craved power and dominance, willing to sacrifice everything, even his former friendship with Gojo, to achieve his goals.

🎵 Leave me, déjà vu

As the inevitable confrontation between Gojo and Geto approached, memories of their past echoed in their minds. The laughter they once shared, the dreams they pursued together, now felt like a distant memory.

🎵 If you need me, you wanna see me

Gojo knew he had to face Geto, to confront the darkness that consumed his old friend. He hoped that somewhere deep within Geto's heart, a glimmer of their old bond still remained, waiting to be rekindled.

🎵 Better hurry 'cause I'm leaving soon

Time was running out. The world hung in the balance, and Gojo knew he had to act quickly to prevent further tragedy. He felt the weight of his decisions and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

In the final showdown between light and darkness, Gojo and Geto clashed in a battle that shook the very foundations of their world. The echoes of their past friendship reverberated through the air, reminding them of the bond they once shared.

In the end, Gojo's unyielding determination and unwavering love for his old friend shone through. He offered Geto a chance to step away from the darkness and find redemption.

🎵 Sorry, can’t save me now, Sorry, I don’t know how, Sorry, there’s no way out, But Down

But Geto's heart had been consumed by darkness for too long, and he chose a path that led to his downfall.

🎵 Call my friends and tell them that I love them, and I’ll miss them, but I’m not sorry

Gojo stood on the rooftop once again, this time filled with sorrow and grief. He had lost his friend, but he knew that he had done everything he could to save him.

🎵Call my friends and tell them that I love them, and I’ll miss them

As he gazed at the world below, Gojo vowed to carry on his friend's memory, never forgetting the bond they once shared. He would be the light in the darkness, carrying Geto's memory with him as he protected the world from curses and darkness.

🎵 Sorry 🎵

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🖋 (I should have sent this before the headcanon thing but it's fineeee)

🖋 Potential Dynamic Ideas | Plots Meme

You're totally fine!! Throws my dynamic ideas at you... mostly DSMP! I'd love to hear your thoughts and preferred combinations too if you'd like to share :D

Rivals Duo ✦ I need more of them!! Gimme the friendly/competitive rivalry, or the enemies with a common goal trope. Times where they have to cooperate and times where they want each other gone -- I'm not picky! I just love the silly dynamics where they're always trying to be better than each other, as if they aren't the best of the best already. ✦ Bonus points if they finally come to understand each other's worth instead of being competitive about it and start to work together instead!

XDNF ✦ We have a roleplay going on with these two already… But either way, they're one of my favourite pairings! I write about them an unhealthy amount and I'll always be delighted to throw them into more dynamics together. There's just something so fun about the relationship of a god and their favourite mortal; one of my favourite dynamics in general is when weaker characters get their hands on a power that they shouldn't have. A mortal learning the consequences of messing with divinity… A god stooping to the level of humans and trying to learn their customs… You literally can't go wrong with this duo.

Canon Deities ✦ There is so much creative freedom with the gods of the server and I'd love absolutely any dynamic involving them! XD and HD, a little bit of Mumza sprinkled in there, even PandasPVP who I'd consider to be a pretty rare muse! The hierarchy of the divine is not spoken about enough... I wanna see the side of them that they don't show to mortals. The behind-the-scenes of their creations, the true extent of their power, even the stupid disputes that they get into with each other.

Drunz ✦ I'm a recent lover of Drunz dynamics and I really want to look into them more. There's so much more to their relationship than what they show on a surface level, what with the fact that they both have egos too big for their little human heads and share a common goal of experimenting with the revivebook. I just know there's darker stuff going on beneath it all because they're too willing to sacrifice for each other... you can't tell me they aren't crazily close to each other. ✦ The angst hits really hard with them, too. Give me all their selfishness within their relationship whether it's romantic or platonic, give me the unintentional hurting because they care too much about their goals to think about each other until it's too late. And definitely give me tragic mistakes that force them into realising just how much they truly care, they're just not letting themselves express it. My sillies.

Awesamponk ✦ I feel like Ponk writers are super rare and I was really excited to see them on your muse list! I'm a sucker for c!Awesamponk's convoluted relationship and I haven't really been able to explore it much in the past. Everything about them is so messy and I love it. All of the emotions that they've had buried beneath the torture that they keep putting each other through... not even Pandora's Box and the Egg could properly tear them apart. No matter the situation, the AU or whatever, these two stick together like glue!

Owen and Oeca ✦ Crossovers aren't everyone's cup of tea, but if you are interested, I think a dynamic between Owen and Oeca would be interesting to explore. Oeca already has a strained relationship with the Owen from his universe. Meeting a second who has no idea who he is? There's so much potential there!!

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unprompted asks // accepting. @drolliic // A hand settles firmly on Aether's shoulder before Kazuha speaks. "When was the last time you took a break, Aether?" although it's posed as a question, a gentle smile dangling from it, wandering samurai has no qualms to quite literally pick the Traveller up and personally make sure he takes some time to himself.

HE IS NOT SO FOOLISH AS TO IGNORE THE THREAT IN THOSE WORDS — naïve as Aether has the potential to be at times, ( or perhaps they are simply in denial, preferring to see the best in others because cynicism would lead their immortal life to be a more lonely existence than it already is. ) he is not so foolish to be unable to figure out that it is no question, but an insistence he takes a break from the daily routine of helping others that has taken quite the toll on his health as of late.

( helping has always been a welcome distraction from grief, proof they have had an impact, that they exist, that they did not simply watch idly as worlds fell into ruin. )

The hand on his shoulder feels both light & heavy at the same time — it is almost dizzying, to realise his perception of the world is off-kilter enough that he can't tell which it is supposed to be. Or maybe it only feels light because he is unused to touch, these days, even that which is firm & intended to ground him, or so he thinks. He's not quite sure, actually, what the purpose of it is, except that maybe Kazuha is trying to keep him from running away like he does most of his problems.

( or to still their hands, to take their attention from their attempts to sort through their current tasks. )

Truth be told, Aether is uncertain of where to begin with his answer to Kazuha's question, if only because he hasn't a clue what constitutes a break. If a break can be unwilling, then perhaps the two months of travelling through the wilderness before he came upon signs of civilisation might count, or the five hundred year sleep that was forced upon him before that.

But what of a willing break, the sort that one might call a holiday? Try as he might, Aether comes to the conclusion after an eternity ( what must have only been a few minutes ) of thought that he has not taken a break in recent memory — he & Lumine had travelled from world to world, carving out places for their own history, taking sides & casting judgement on others in warring galaxies that would later tear themselves apart no matter what Aether said & did.

( they have tried, of course, to still their hands & ignore the itch for validation via helping others. it has never worked. )

❝It's been long enough.❞ This is the only semi-honest response he can formulate, if only because he's concerned that Kazuha might see right through him if he makes any attempt to lie — after all, the evidence of sleepless nights must reside somewhere within his expression for the other to approach him at all. Either that, or he has simply been talked about by others having done enough as of late to warrant some sort of concern.

( they worry, briefly, that perhaps the mask of optimism has slipped. they hope he has not seen right through them into the harsh reality of sadness that tends to weigh them down. )

❝I mean, I take breaks pretty often.❞ It's a lie, Aether is sure that he can tell, if only because his constant travels would make that a rather interesting feat — in the end, there is only so much time to relax when he is constantly drifting from place to place, searching for something to do. Idling only tends to fuel boredom & allow grief to fester where it is unwelcome, so what little free time he has is often spend remodelling his teapot to meet the aesthetic demands of his companions.

( it may be a place for them to live during their time on teyvat, but they much prefer to welcome the company of friends by making it appeal to their companions than trying to figure out their own tastes & risk living amongst the ghosts of their past. )

❝But if you're really sure I'm in need of a break, I can spare some time. It's been a while since we did anything together, after all, so I don't mind.❞ The words are accompanied by a flicker of happiness in his eyes & a warm smile that does not quite reach them — it hasn't done so in a very long time, but that does not matter much on days like this, where fleeting joy takes root within his heart.

❝I can always finish this all another day, I'm sure.❞

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Worthless - Chapter 26 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Kade

Asher and I limped side by side on the way back. We took our time, our guards up just in case there were any of Murphy's pack that we'd missed. I doubted there was. Once Murphy was taken down, the ones that were alive just ran. I didn't know where they would go. They'd become rogues unless they found another pack that was willing to let them join. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence but seeing that the surrounding packs knew what transpired, any survivors would have to go a long way to find a home, if they survived that is. My emotions were in conflict as we slowly made our way home.

On one hand, I was furious that Asher didn't stay in the safe room. It terrified me. The thought of him dying made me feel empty and in pain at the same time. I knew he had felt the same though. In fact, if he hadn't rushed to help, Alpha Eric would have to deliver the news and Asher would be feeling that at this very moment. I couldn't even bring myself to imagine the pain he might feel. Just thinking about made me hurt, knowing that it would have been my fault. Asher brushed against my side, providing comfort, my thoughts seeping through the link.

I leaned into him, appreciating the action. I was glad that we both survived this battle relatively unscathed. There didn't seem to be many casualties on our side and those who did lose their lives wouldn't be forgotten. Murphy would be brought to justice for what's he's done, not only to Asher but also the rest of the pack. I looked ahead, easily spotting naked, bloody body of Murphy. He had his hands tied behind him, the rope biting into him painfully. A blindfold covered his eyes as an extra precaution. I doubted that he would escape but we weren't taking chances.

Liam and Rowan stood on either side of him in human form, a tight grip on his arms as they lead him. Other wolves surrounded him and Eric stood a distance behind us, watching over. I could feel their anger at Murphy. They blamed him for this, all the pain and suffering. He had led his pack to battle but it wasn't only that. Our packs have been at odds for quite some time. Whether it was because his wolves had ventured into our territory or had altercations in No Man's Land, there was always something. Had Murphy not come for Asher, I firmly believe this fight would have happened anyway.

We arrived at the pack-house just as the last of the pack left the safe house, warriors having been sent ahead of time to deliver the news and provide extra protection. The relieved expressions on everyone's faces turned vicious, even murderous, as they caught sight of Murphy. Though they easily parted as Liam and Rowan led him past the house and back into the woods, I could see that every one of them wanted to tear him apart.

'Where are they taking him?'

I glanced at Asher, forgetting he didn't know.

'There's a small shed a little bit a ways with a trap door that leads down into a, uh, sort of dungeon. Any prisoners are taken there to be held in cells and interrogated.'

Instant understanding crossed his face and he turned to where they disappeared. I didn't detect any sympathy on his face nor could I feel it through the link. Murphy didn't deserve sympathy though.

"Dad. Papa."

We turned to see Fallon running at us full force, Riley jogging closely behind. They skidded to a stop right before us, falling to their knees as their eyes filled with tears. I was surprised that they didn't let them fall. They stared at the blood that coated our pelts. We were obviously hurt but Asher was quick to reassure them that it wasn't anything life threatening. Asher rolled his eyes when they looked at me for confirmation, not taking him for his word.

'Yeah, we're fine pups.'

Their shoulders sagged in relief and they gave each of us a real smile, happiness shining through. My chest swelled with pride at how they handled themselves. Though they were kids, they were mature beyond their years. Abuse was something they knew well but they never let it destroy them. They were strong. I was proud to call them my pups and I knew Asher was as well.

"Did you find him?"

Asher stilled at Riley's words, paling slightly and Fallon looked at his feet. We all knew who she was talking about. I felt ashamed that he hadn't crossed my mind, that I hadn't gotten revenge on the bastard. He could be out there just waiting to get his hands on Asher, on our pups. He wasn't insane enough to try something here with wolves surrounding them though. I wanted nothing more than to go out and put an end to this nightmare, to eliminate the threat once and for all. I couldn't though, not yet at least.Asher and the pups needed me here. I glanced at Asher as he answered.

'No but Murphy should know where he's hiding. We'll get the information out of him one way or another.'

She nodded but wasn't really paying attention. Pain flashed across her face as a scene I couldn't see played out in her mind. Whatever she was remembering, it wasn't good. Knowing what Asher went through, I could only assume she suffered similarly and I wouldn't allow it to ever happen again. Riley and Fallon were my pups, my children and part of the Blackwood Pack. Asher gently nudged her, surprising all of us. He looked into her eyes before speaking.

'We don't need to worry about him anymore. He knows we'll be looking for him and is probably running for the hills. Most importantly, we're strong. We can and will overcome him and everything he's done and we'll do it together. We're a family.'

Tears had welled in her eyes again, threatening to overflow. The last word did the trick and Riley launched herself against the two of us, being careful not to hurt us. She shook as she tried to hold in her cries. Asher looked at me as Fallon joined in, happiness rolling off him as he gave me a wolfish grin. It meant a lot that they trusted him, that they cared so much. He had been so used to the abuse, not knowing what it felt like to love and be loved. Now he was surrounded by people who cared. They all were.

We pulled apart, Riley wiping at her eyes with a sheepish smile on her face. Asher and I shifted and quickly pulled on a pair of loose shorts someone handed to us. Riley reached out for Fallon's hand and we walked into the pack house, all four of us bloody because of the hugging. We made our way to our rooms in comfortable silence. Dropping them off and telling them to wash up, Asher and I went to our room, heading directly into the bathroom to do the same. Dried blood still clung to our skin, our wounds already healed. We stepped out of the shorts, turning the water on in the shower. Asher stepped in first, a hiss of pleasure leaving his lips as the stream of hot water unknotted the tension in his back.

The water at the bottom of the shower instantly turned pink as the blood started to wash off. I got in after him, reaching for the loofa and body wash. I went to work, gently scrubbing away the rest of the blood on him. Asher leaned against me, a soft moan working its way out. He turned around when I asked and I proceeded to wash the rest of his body. When I was done, Asher took the loofa from me and rubbed it across my chest. He was slow at first, barely applying any pressure but with encouragement from me, he gained speed and added a bit of force. I relaxed against the wall, closing my eyes as I focused on the feeling of my mate washing me.

I was surprised when he didn't hesitate to wash my crotch, my eyes snapping open only to find a serious expression on his face as he focused on getting me clean. Once all the blood was gone from our skin, I reached for the shampoo, motioning for Asher to close his eyes. As I worked it into his hair, he let out a content sigh, the corners of his mouth pulling into a small smile. I washed it out and applied the conditioner and then washed it out after a few minutes, massaging his scalp as I did so. He was determined to do the same for me so I awkwardly hunched over.

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Break My Heart by Matt Hansen has jegulus vibes

You can’t convince me otherwise. Just. Listen. Look.

James-

Darling, I would break my heart If it was gonna make yours whole I would rip myself apart If it was gonna heal your soul

Woke up in a panic for a moment Forget that you told me that you had to go

Regulus-

And I’m scared but I don’t wanna show it Feels like it’s been weeks but it’s only been days And I’m slowly losin’ all my self-control There’s only one thing I can say it’s

I could spend forever always lovin’ ya But if I let you go, would you be happier?

James-

I would pick up all the pieces I don’t need a million reasons Oh, to break my heart for yours

I’ll be lyin’ if I said that it’d be easy To realize that I wouldn’t have you by my side But I’d do it, if that’s what you needed

Regulus-

I say that I could let you go And I pray, I never have to know You’ll always be the one I love the most

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It's funny how history has a habit of repeating itself again, and again, and AGAIN

However, you were determined to put an end to the cycle of feuding the brothers tend to find themselves when it comes to their love interest

When you first moved into town, both brothers were immediately enthralled with you-- neither of them having plans on letting you go

After having lost both Katherine and Elena to his brother, Damon was determined to make you his by ANY means necessary

He watched you in the shadows as you settled into town, adjusting to your new life and setting a schedule for yourself. He memorized all the places you visited the most and made notes of the things that caught your eye

However, Stefan was just as eager to make you his, knowing you were the one for him

He compelled a man to put you in danger so that he could be your hero and sweep you off your feet

You immediately fell for the youngest Salvatore's boyish charms and allowed him to take you on a date, much to Damon's chagrin

Damon was not going to let you get away so easily. Using the intel he collected from you, he showed up to your date with Stefan and upstaged him by having so many "similar interests"

War broke out between the two brothers to an extent no one had ever seen. Both of them convinced you were meant to be with them and each equally determined to prove themselves right

However, in the war for your heart, your emotions ended up as collateral damage as you had fallen for both Salvatores and you did not have it within yourself to choose. Not to mention the battle was tearing the brothers apart and you couldn't stand to see either of your men hurt

It was agreed then that you would date both brothers which did not completely satisfy them, but they were more than willing to accept if it meant they got to have you

And you loved having both of them around to keep you safe, happy, and healthy

Once you officially became theirs, the brothers never left your side

They are constantly watching over you, making sure that you are okay

They even protect you from yourself, preventing you from doing anything they deem too dangerous-- which is basically everything

You haven't had to drive yourself anywhere since you started dating, nor grocery shop or any of the other boring chores you hate to do. They do it all for you

They worship the ground you walk on-- when they let you walk on the ground that is

You are a goddess in their eyes and you should be treated as such

They shower you in so much love and affection, eradicating any negative thoughts that may enter your brain

They are incredibly protective over you, not letting anyone from the gang meet you for the first three months

Whenever there is a threat in town, they lock you away in the boarding house to make sure you are safe

It infuriates you, but you know they do it out of the love they have for you

Plus, it's nice to have a week or two where you get to lounge around and do nothing

Overall, these boys love you with all of their heart and would do anything just to see you smile

A/N: I am so sorry for how long it has taken me to get this out here! My grandmother's eye surgery which we thought was healing well has actually been overhealing. So I am now back on post-op doctor visit duties until her eye heals properly, so I am back to limited writing time. This is not how I expected my summer to go, but you just have to roll with the punches. Anyway! I hope you enjoyed Anon! Thank you so much for reading.