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margotw10bis · 2 months

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Crashing On Crush.JJK 7 [m]

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 4.6k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: sexual tension; broken heart; Calvin Klein JK (yeah, it's a warning)

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As much as you hate it, you do find Jungkook handsome and your heart has been pounding as soon as you noticed him. And you hate that you missed him - the last time you saw him was two weeks ago in the club. You are surprised to see him but also to see he has cut his hair. You can't help but missing his puffy shoulder-length hair and you want to slap you in the face for that thought. His black locks are now shorter in a mullet-style hair cut with a bang and are lightly curled. But gosh, he looks good. A little too good for your heart's sake.

You forget to how to breath when Jungkook stops a few meters from you. You feel your cheeks burning as well as your whole body and it's not because of the hot and suffocating July of Seoul because the A/C is on inside the art gallery. It's definitely because of Jeon Jungkook, the devil manifesting in a handsome man figure.

"Hi, uhm, I have an appointment with Aecha" He says after clearing his throat

"Follow me"

Even if you invite him to walk with you, it looks like you want to run away from him. Fortunately, you quickly arrive to Aecha's office. You knock and enter, Jungkook by your side. Your colleague offers him a way better smile than you.

"Jungkook, hi! Nice to meet you in person! We are so happy to work with you" Aecha's voice is warm and magically relaxes Jungkook

"Same here"

He tries to sound cheerful. He is really happy and proud that the gallery has approached him for the project, it will surely help him for his career but he does feel tensed to see you. He can't deny he hesitated to accept the job but then he saw it as an opportunity to set the record straight with you. He has been so grumpy that even Mina has stopped asking for his attention and let him work in his office at home. Jungkook has imagined hundred of scenarios of what happened between you and the guy after you left and every single one of them ended with you in his arms. By anger and frustration, he even broke his Apple Pencil and had to buy a new one.

"I am so sorry but I don't have time to talk details with you personally" Aecha continues, genuinely annoyed "But don't worry, Y/N is very professional and I'm sure you'll get along"

Your eyes widen and you throw distraught gazes at Aecha. 'Please, don't make me do that!' You silently beg her. But she doesn't get it or chooses to ignore it as she hands you the file. You do know the artists and the theme of the exhibition, as well as other details about the events related but you don't want to work with Jungkook. You know he is supposed to provide different visuals and supports, which means that you are going to deal with him for days. You're not sure your heart can handle it and you fear your determination to hate him will fail you - to be true, it has already began when he first appeared in the lobby.

Yet, you have no choice but to take the damn file with shaky hands and ask Jungkook to follow you in the meeting room.

A feeling of pain and jealousy fills you when you realize that his girlfriend has got to see him everyday and you have no doubt that he has looked damn hot every single day of these two weeks. Even now, in front of you, he is ridiculously handsome in his matching Calvin Klein denim jacket and pants, a white t-shirt finishing his perfect look. You can't help but wondering if his underwear is also signed CK, which makes you blush. Jungkook is fucking hot like that - would you dare to say that you are aroused by the absence of his usual all-black style?

You shake your head to erase those filthy thoughts and you sit down. You open and read the file, which gives you a good excuse to not look at Jungkook.

"Did you sleep with him?"

Jungkook's voice is neutral despite his pounding heart. He couldn't help but ask you. Even if it breaks his already broken heart, he has to know. His look-the-other-way part argues that if he knows, it'll get easier to let you go.

You immediately look up and open your mouth but no sound escapes it. Just by seeing you blushing hard, Jungkook knows. His fists clench and he is angry. Not at you, but at himself. You left with another man, you slept with another man because he pushed you away. He tries to convince himself that the pinch in his heart is due to his bruised man pride but deep down he knows that it's his feelings for you that have been rattled.

"It's none of your business" You eventually decide to answer "Let's not get personal and stick to a professional behavior"

Jungkook doesn't say anything but nods, poking on his inner cheek with his tongue.

Weirdly enough, you both concentrate on work and are able to have a peaceful conversation. Some details are discussed and Jungkook notes some ideas that get through his mind while you give him more informations.

"Can I see the art pieces? It'll help to get fully in the right mood" Jungkook asks at some point

"Sure"

You both walk through the art gallery and you can see that Jungkook truly appreciates the architecture of the building. You see his doe eyes sparkle with inspiration and you can practically see all the ideas that are currently filling his brain. Witnessing his passion melts your heart.

You enter the code of the storage room and motion Jungkook to step in. You explain that you haven't receive yet all the pieces but you add that he can look at them of the website of the gallery. His back facing you, a sketchbook and a pen in his hands, he is already quickly sketching a few visuals. You are quite intrigued by how fast his brain works and you move forward gingerly. You stand on your tiptoe to look upon his large shoulder and sneak on his sophisticate drawings.

"Wow" You whisper, almost in his ear, unintentionally

Jungkook was so focus on his work that he didn't notice you, but when you opened your mouth he startles and turns his head to your face suddenly. You are so close that your breathes are mixing. His eyes look right into yours but can't help going down to yours pretty lips. He gulps, a vivid memory of your several passionate kisses coming to his mind. He knows how you taste and he is dying to feel it again on his tongue. He wets his pierced lips with his tongue and the move attracts your glance too. A spontaneous wave of arousal goes straight to your lower belly.

Thankfully - or not -, staying this long on your tiptoe causes a cramp in your left calf. You immediately step back and wince, holding on the painful leg.

"What's going on?" Jungkook asks you, alarmed

"Cramp" You hiss

It doesn't take long to Jungkook to kneel down and massage your lower leg. You blush hard but convince yourself that it's due to the pain and not to Jungkook's warm palms on your skin. But why do you mentally praise you for wearing a yellow wrap dress and not your usual slacks?

"It's okay, you don't have to-" You speak up, weakly trying to push his hands away

"Let me do that for you"

His eye is so intense that you only manage to gulp and nod, letting Jungkook rubbing your calf to relax the muscles. You hiss as his fingers palp your aching leg, instinctively grabbing on his large shoulders to not fall. Feeling your hands on him, even through the thick fabric of his denim jacket and under this circumstances, Jungkook feels good. So fucking good. His whole body, that has been tensed for weeks now, softens under your touch. It's like he was physically missing something that your hands give him back. Someway, it's the first time you wish your cramp was lasting longer.

"It's gone" You say unsurely and, with regret from both sides, Jungkook stands up

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't. Please don't" You close your eyes in pain, not willing to remember once again what he did because you surely didn't forget

You hate him for breaking your heart but you don't hate him. Quite the opposite actually. You still love him, so fucking much. You can't change the past and you surely can't be best friend with him but you can make this professional relationship work. You want it for the gallery but also for Jungkook because you still think he is very talented and deserves the contract. That's why you take a deep breathe and start talking:

"Look, I know things have been... weird between us. Let's just put that aside and concentrate on work. I really want to feel good here so let's not make things more awkward. I think it would be nice if we could be colleagues"

Jungkook looks at you for a moment, surprised. He doesn't really know what to say when there are so many things that he wants to say - if that makes any sense. He runs a hand through his fresh cut hair.

"I'll work hard then, for you"

He doesn't specify if 'you' refers to the gallery and all your colleagues and artists involved or just you. But your heart doesn't care about the difference and skips a beat. You try to put a - weird - smile on your face to look relax.

"Welcome onboard then, Mr. Jeon"

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Day 2 of working with Jungkook and you have to say that you are surprised how things go smoothly. You and Jungkook really get along - on a professional level - and your two brains seem to share the same ideas and vision of the project.

When he went home, Jungkook went straight to his home office and started sketching some visuals. On the one hand, he wants to work slowly only to get the chance to spend more time with you. But on the other hand, he has so many ideas for the different supports. The project clearly excites him and he hasn't been this motivated for a long time. Moreover, your cute yellow dress of the day seemed to be another reminder that you are like sunshine is his life and that everything looks better when you are around.

This morning, he has joined you in the same meeting room and gave you a cup of latte - he knows it's your favorite beverage - that he has bought on its way to the gallery. The sweet gesture didn't go unnoticed by your weak heart and your cheeks did redden. As soon as you two have sat down, Jungkook put his sketchbook and graphic tablet on the desk and explained the different concepts. You were so impressed by his work and how much he has done in just one evening. You couldn't help but being worried that he had not slept well and the dark circles under his beautiful eyes proved you no wrong.

You don't even notice it was lunch time until you hear a knock on the door. You look up and meet a sweet and cute familiar face.

"I didn't want to bother you but I've been waiting for fifteen minutes so I thought that you might have forgotten me"

Jongseob seems embarrassed and is blushing hardly. Your heart immediately melts and your smile widens. This doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook who wonders how many men have stolen your heart. He can't help but feeling jealous. When will his possessiveness stop? Especially when you're not his.

"It's okay. Actually, I lost track of time. Please come in, Seobi"

You get up and give a big hug to Jongseob. The young man is quite impressed by Jungkook. His black outfit has returned and his tattoos are showing up under his oversize t-shirt. He does look intimidating and Jongseob feels a wave of protectiveness towards you, hoping that the stranger didn't give you a hard time.

You have no idea of what is going on in Jongseob's brain and you turn back to Jungkook.

"Let's meet up in two days so you have time to make the changes we've talked about. Then, we will show everything to Aecha" You say with a smile and Jungkook simply nods.

You notice the way he is staring at your young friend and realize that they don't know each other.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce you-" You are cut off by Jongseob

"I'm Kim Jongseob"

You are surprised by his confident and quite cold tone. It's so not like him. You even feel his arm easily wrapping around your shoulders. When did he get this tall? You look at him, asking him with your eyes what the hell he is doing. But Jongseob is completely focus on the black-hair man.

"Jeon Jungkook"

Jongseob's eyes widen and immediately turn to you. Your face expression confirms what he thinks: it's the man who broke your heart. If you didn't say a word on your Graduation Day, you couldn't lie when a few days later Jongseob has asked you about how it went when you confessed your feelings to your crush. Even if you tried really hard to not cry in front of him, you couldn't stop a few tears. Jongseob was so heartbroken for you and has spent the day with you at your place, eating ice-creams and watching Disney movies.

The body of your usual so cute friend tenses immediately and he leaves your shoulders to step in front of you, protectively. His eyes narrow when he gazes at Jungkook.

"I hope he hasn't done anything to you" He says with his jaw clenched, talking to you but looking at Jungkook

A scoff escapes Jungkook's lips. Who the hell is this kid? He doesn't know anything about him and yet, he is judging him. Only if he knew that at his age, Jungkook was... No, it's better if he doesn't know, otherwise you would know too. And he surely doesn't want you to know.

"Jongseob" You say softly, a hand on his shoulder "Jungkook is working with me, everything is fine"

"Can't someone else deal with him? Why it has to be you?" His voice is more gentle now and he is looking at you, finally

"No, and it's okay. I promise"

"What are you going to do about it, uh?"

Your eyes widen in surprise while Jungkook smirks and then pokes his tongue in his inner cheek in a provocative way. He doesn't even know why he opened his mouth in the first place. Maybe he was just tired of everyone treating him like shit or maybe he wanted you to know that your little guy couldn't compete with him. 'Stupid fucking ego' he thinks.

"What did you say?" Jongseob responds aggressively, taking a step further and Jungkook does the same

"I said, what are you fucking going to do about it?" Jungkook articulates each single word, his jaws clenched

You start to panic and take place between the two men.

"Stop it now, the both of you" You try to be firm but your voice is a little shaky

"You were right, he's a fucking asshole" Jongseob goads

"What did you say?" Jungkook barks this time, ready to throw punches in this little fucker's face

"Jongseob!" You shout "Go wait outside, now"

You are so tensed that your whole body is shaking with adrenaline. What are you going to do if they start fighting? But you release the air of your lungs when Jongseob does as you say. You look at Jungkook to try to know what he is thinking but his features are too neutral, except for his gritted teeth.

"Jungkook, I-I never said that" You try after a moment of silence

"It's okay" He sighs, trying to relax the tension in his body "Even if you said it, you had every reason"

You stand in front of him, not knowing what to do. You are unsettled when a little sneer escapes Jungkook's mouth. You look at him, questioning him with your eyes.

"At least you have people to protect you"

"Jungkook-"

"No, it's okay. I see you on Friday with the finished visuals and support designs"

Jungkook grabs his stuff and goes away, leaving you breathless and heart pounding.

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"Noona, I'm sorry"

Jongseob has spent the whole lunch apologizing but you haven't said a word. You are so disappointed in his behavior but you are also destabilized by the way you feel angry at your friend for attacking Jungkook. You shouldn't feel that way, it's true that Jungkook broke your heart but why do you still want your friends to have a good impression of him? It doesn't make any fucking sense and you sigh in frustration.

"Stop apologizing. What you did was wrong Jongseob"

"I know but he... he was just there and he broke your heart! Are you really okay working with him?!"

You take the time to think. Are you okay with it? Honestly, yes. And more honestly, you are happy to work with him. You wish the reason of that was because Jungkook works well but it's not: the reason is that you want to be with him, in anyway possible.

"Yes, so please stop. Maybe you don't want to hear it or you don't understand but Jungkook is nice"

"How can you say that?!" Jongseob gasps

"He is, really. What he did to me was wrong but beside that, he has been really nice to me"

And it's true. Objectively, the cheating-on-his-girlfriend-with-you part put aside, Jungkook has been nice to you. The two days you have spent working with him showed you a new face of him: the passionate yet so considering of other's opinions side. He has carefully listened to you, has taken the time to explain to you technical things about designs and has worked hand-in-hand with you to provide the perfect visuals. Even beside that, the morning coffee and the way he has hold the chair for you to sit down or the way he has turn off the A/C when he noticed you were cold, proves he is a good person. Maybe a little selfishly too, you want to believe that you have fallen for a good guy and not a shit head so the whole story wasn't you being completely wrong about him.

"Look, I'm a big girl. I know you're worried but everything's fine, Seobi" You smile at Jongseob, trying to calm him down

"Okay..." He sighs "But if he tries anything, please tell me and I swear I'll punch him in the face, just for him to know he can't mess with you"

Your heart softens at his pouty face and you promise. You know Jongseob just wants to protect his Noona but deep down you know Jungkook won't try to hurt you again.

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You haven't heard of Jungkook until he shows up on Friday for your expected meeting. You have sweaty hands, not knowing how will be things between the two of you. You give him an unsure smile when you welcome him and you feel released that Jungkook is back to his old and nice self. He shows you the final project and everything is perfect. You compliment his work and you may notice a slight blush on his cheeks.

You waste no time and you two head up to Aecha's office so she can approve, what she definitely does. Your colleague is really impressed and praises the both of you. Your chest is full of pride that you managed the situation. You are really excited to be more involved in one of the gallery's projects.

To celebrate your success, you invite Jungkook at a nearby coffee. It doesn't surprise you anymore that Jungkook orders you a latte but it's appealing to your weak and soft heart. Coffees in hands, you sit down at a table.

"I'm so happy that your visuals have been approved! I can't wait to see the posters in real life and on the big screens of the gallery!" You tell him excited, which makes him giggle.

"I'm glad too. Tell me if you need help with the printer guy, I know that sometimes they can be a little hard to handle and delay things until you lose your mind"

"I'll sure do"

You feel so good joking with Jungkook. It feels like before you discovered about Mina, back when everything was so natural and delightful between you two. A small wave of nostalgia washes over your body and a small part of you wishes you didn't know about the girlfriend. However, the bigger part of you feels better to know that he didn't cheat on his girlfriend with you more than that.

"I have to tell you something"

Jungkook's serious tone and face make you stressed. You wonder what other bomb he is going to throw at you and how you'll manage to survive. 'Please, tell me there is no other secret girlfriends!' You pray

"Mina" He starts and your heart sinks by hearing the name, you still feel so guilty towards her even if you didn't know "She is not my girlfriend"

What the hell?!

Your eyes almost roll of your sockets by surprise. You are speechless. Does he lie? But he is looking straight into your eyes and you don't see anything but pain. But if she is not his girlfriend, why did he lie about lying to you? It doesn't make sense!

"She is my best friend, well at least back in Busan"

"But, why?" Is all you manage to say, your brain is completely upside down

"It's just an old habit of us, saying to other people we're dating. When we were younger, we were so close that most people thought that we were actually a couple. At some point, it was kind of a joke to confirm it"

Jungkook's nostalgic smile is not happy but quite sad and your heart squeezes. You wonder what caused him such pain but you don't want to push him.

"Maybe, back then, there were more than friendly feelings between us but it's not the case anymore. I just want you to know that nothing happened between Mina and I"

"Why'd you tell me that?"

Jungkook's eyes grow big in surprise. He doesn't really know why he tells you the truth. Perhaps he just doesn't want you to hurt because of this, because of him.

"I don't know..." He sighs "I just wanted you to know"

You don't know what you feel. On the one hand, you are relived that he didn't cheat on his girlfriend with you, but on the other hand, you are still heartbroken because he has still rejected you - and the reason was not him having a girlfriend but just not wanting to be with you. And that hurts like hell.

Jungkook looks at you with his big doe eyes, biting on his bottom lip, while he waits for you to say something. But honestly, you don't know what to say. So he keeps going:

"I haven't seen her in years but she came up to me. She needed some help. Things are-were complicated. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I really didn't want that"

"I understand" You don't but what else could you say?

"Y/N" He says gently, grabbing your hand at the other side of the table "I am really, really sorry"

The warmth of his hand goes straight to your heart and cheeks. Why does he have to do that? It's so hard not to fall for him when he acts like that! You want to hug him and tell him you forget everything as long as he is with you. But you can't do that, so you smile instead.

"I wish I could go back and do things right with you. Maybe... maybe we could be friends or something?"

Jungkook winces at the way his thoughts have turned into words. It sounds so dumb and it's not really what he wanted to say. He wanted to ask you if you would accept to see him again, like before. Like when you were supposed to have a date at the Lotte aquarium.

"I guess we could be friends" You say in a small voice, almost a whisper

Jungkook's heart jumps in his chest and he knows he'll try everything to make it up to you. But first, he has to deal with Mina.

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Since you have done a great job with the communication campaign with Jungkook, Aecha sends you over to meet the print firm. You are walking around in Seocho, a district of Seoul, but take the time to follow the Han River boardwalk. The heat and humidity is almost unbearable but the view is so beautiful. The sun is mirroring on the water. You close your eyes, feeling the D Vitamin entering your body. You hum in contentment.

Nevertheless, the universe couldn't let you in peace for five minutes. Your blood runs cold when a familiar but non welcoming face appears right in front of you. Mina. You don't really know how to act in front of her now that you know she isn't really Jungkook's girlfriend.

"Hi" You tell her with an unsure voice

"Hi, Y/N right?"

Mina's smile is bright but not really friendly. Something in her behavior makes you uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I can't stay long, Jungkook is waiting for me at home" She takes a dig at you

Her little scornful tone drives you crazy. Before you can even think properly, you open your mouth:

"Jungkook told me the truth. You are not really together"

For one second, Mina seems unsettled but she hides it quickly. You feel your heart beating faster and your hands freezing, just as if you were ready for a fight. It might not be a physical one but it will surely be punches with words.

"Did he?"

You stay silent, waiting for her to set the mood. You don't have hard feelings for her. You could be friends, if she wants to.

"Look, you seem like a nice girl" Although it doesn't sound like a compliment in her mouth "But I'm not sure you are the good person for Kookie"

"I think he's old enough to decide for himself"

"We might not be an official couple but we do share something special. We've been best friends for years, we have been through so many things, you won't ever be able to understand. I know him but I'm not sure you can say the same"

You are taken aback.

"I-I do know him" You sound less confident than you wanted

"Oh, really? Did he tell you about his past?" Mina smirks and you frown, confirming what she was thinking "I just don't want you to be hurt, Y/N. Jungkook and I are meant to be together. It might take some time but it will happen eventually. If you stay in between, you'll only get your heart broken"

Your watery eyes blur your vision. You don't know how Mina manages to do it but her words are so sharp that you could swear she is telling the truth. Maybe it's a result of her magnetic aura.

"I love him"

It's the final blow for you. An intense squeeze hits your cardiac muscle. You don't even know who you are anymore. You have read too many books, you have seen too many movies not to know. All along, you thought you were the main character of the story. But you're not. You're the second female lead in Jungkook's story: the one who only exists to make him realize that his true love has been in front of him since the beginning. There is no better destiny than two best friends finally aware of their true feelings. Fate, cruel as ever, put you on Jungkook's path for him to acknowledge that Mina is the right one for him.

And that fucking hurts.

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peachy-panic · 3 months

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Companion, pt. 1

New Do No Harm content? In the current timeline? In 2024 the year of our lord? Could it be?

Here's part 1 of a couple-part saga in the Sebastian contract, which I lightly foreshadowed here.

WARNINGS: Not much outside the usual BBU tag and the uncomfortable power dynamics that come with it.

The house is warm when Sebastian gets home, in every sense of the word. A candle flickers an inviting glow on the coffee table, and the smell of garlic and onions rushes to greet him. As expected, he finds Jaime posted in the kitchen, tending to his latest creation on the stovetop. On the small bluetooth radio beside the toaster, a song he doesn’t recognize is playing.

It’s taking some time for Sebastian to get used to coming home to someone. For so long, for most of this adult life, it has been dark, empty apartments or cold, distant roommates, never allowed past arm’s length. And now, there’s Jaime, who has entered his life like a bullet and smiles over his shoulder when Sebastian walks into the room.

He is getting better these days at reading his smiles, and this one, at least, appears to be genuine. Relieved, almost, that he is home.

“Hi,” Jaime says first.

“Hello,” Sebastian echoes, dropping his coat over the back of a barstool. “What are we making?”

“It’s an Ezra recipe,” Jaime says, wiping his palms on his pants. “Is soup okay tonight? If that’s not substantial enough, I am happy to make something else with it.”

Sebastian does not let his smile drop or fade, no matter how desperately uncertain Jaime sounds. “Soup sounds great, Jaime. It smells amazing.”

It’s the truth, too. It’s a difficult balance, wanting to compliment his prowess in the kitchen and appreciate the genuine joy he seems to derive from it, while also trying not to think of the how and why. Sebastian doesn’t know much about what “training” looks like inside the facility, especially for the specialized domestic tasks that would have been assigned to Jaime, and he doesn’t particularly like speculating on the details. From everything he’s seen in the clinic, he knows that none of it is pleasant.

“How was work?’ Jaime asks, then seems to catch himself. He stiffens, looking sheepishly away. “Sorry. You probably aren’t allowed to talk about that.”

Sebastian snorts. “If only doctor-patient confidentiality applied in a place like that.” The words come out before he can consider the significance they carry to the person he’s speaking to. Guilt spikes sharp in his chest. “Sorry, that wasn’t…”

“It’s okay.” Jaime smiles, but it’s a tense, brittle line.

“Um.” Sebastian clears his throat, trying to get their conversation back on the rails before he ruins the evening completely. “My day was okay. It was fine.” He shakes his head, pressing his fingers briefly to his eyes. “That was a lie. It was terrible, as usual. I don’t think I need to convince you that having a good day in that building would be a poor reflection of one’s character.”

So much for salvaging the conversation, Tate.

“Anyway, how was your day?”

Jaime pulls the hand towel down from his shoulder and begins wiping at an invisible spot on the counter. “It was fine, thank you.”

Sebastian watches him, trying hard not to scrutinize the pre-packaged reply. His answer is always something of the same tune when Sebastian inquires about his day, never anything less than “fine,” never forthcoming on the details. It’s not the first time it’s sent Sebastian into a bit of a spiral about a concern he’s had from the very beginning: how does Jaime spend his days? Is he happy here? Has Sebastian provided him with enough resources to carve out some semblance of a life here?

He has tried. He has provided him access to the internet and all the movies streaming had to offer, he bought Jaime a reading tablet and granted blanket permission to fill it with as many books as he wants, he has given enthusiastic encouragement for Jaime to go for runs or walks whenever he’d like. It doesn’t feel like enough. He still ends up spending his long days at work wondering if Jaime is at home feeling like a prisoner.

Sebastian pushes the thought away for now.

“Is there anything I can help with?” He asks.

“It’s almost done, actually.” Jaime taps the excess liquid from the wood spoon and lays it on a ceramic dish. “Just needs a few more minutes to simmer. Sorry, I hoped it would be ready by the time you got home.”

Sebastian gives him a look. “You don’t have to cook at all,” he says. “Let alone have it hot and waiting at the table. You’re aware of my microwave burrito phase? My standards are low.”

“I remember.” Jaime assures him. “I don’t mind, though. I like trying new recipes. Ezra lent me a cookbook. I tabbed a few that look interesting. If they look good to you, that is.”

“You have yet to steer me wrong. I’m starting to think it’s impossible for you to cook anything less than a masterpiece.”

The slight stutter in Jaime’s stirring is quick enough that Sebastian can brush it off as his imagination.

“It passes the time,” Jaime says, a bit quieter.

“What?”

“Cooking. Planning the meals, ordering the ingredients. Prep and cook time,” he elaborates. “It’s productive, is all I mean.” Jaime has gone tense, the way he does when he seems to say more than he means to, but he recovers quickly.

The soup is ready shortly after, and dinner is delicious as always, but Sebastian can’t get out of his own head enough to really enjoy it. Jaime’s words—it passes the time—bounce around inside his skull, breaking open all sorts of subtext and confirming all of Sebastian’s fears.

They’re cleaning up afterward, Sebastian scrubbing the dishes while Jaime dries, when a thought that’s been brewing spills out of his mouth.

“Have you ever had any pets?” Sebastian asks, apropos of absolutely nothing. Jaime shoots him a quick side glance without pausing in his work.

“Once,” he says after a beat.

Sebastian knows it’s tricky ground, getting too close to details from Jaime’s past. He knows the rules he is bound by and how closely Jaime tries to follow them, even if sometimes Sebastian thinks he might be getting more and more comfortable with little rebellions. Sebastian is still riding the high from a couple weeks prior when Jaime had gifted him and Ezra the small nugget of truth that he used to play soccer, in his life before the system. What might have been an insignificant detail to anyone else was such a fragile, entrusted thing.

Sebastian doesn’t want to pry, though. He decides to keep his questions more general.

“Do you like animals?”

“Yes.” That answer comes much quicker.

“Would you…” Sebastian pauses, making sure he’s positive about the proposition he is making before he makes it. He is. “Tell me honestly if this isn’t something you’re interested in, and I won’t be offended in the slightest. I was wondering… if that might be something you would be interested in. Having a pet here.”

Jaime takes a minute to answer, like he’s choosing each word carefully. “Would it be solely for my benefit?”

“No,” Sebastian assures him, and it’s not a lie. “It’s something I’ve thought about before, but I don’t have a lot of experience with pets. Zero, to be exact, unless you count a goldfish that lived for under a week when I was seven.” He pauses. “I do worry about you getting lonely, though. Staying here by yourself all the time.”

“I don’t mind being alone.”

“I know. I just wonder if it might be nice to have some company. Something to look after.” Something to bring you comfort. Anything to make you happy here.

A quiet falls over them, interspersed with the sound of running water and dishes clanking around in the sink, and Sebastian starts to think of how to walk this back. Because clearly this is something that gives Jaime pause.

“What about…” Jaime starts, then stops. Sebastian puts down the dish he is working on and looks at him. Jaime meets his eyes for a split second and then averts them again. “Would you keep it, even after I’m gone?”

And shit. Maybe it’s a good thing he put the cup down in the sink, because Sebastian is pretty sure it would have shattered in his hand from the force of his grip. And he realizes, not for the first time, that the longevity of this… arrangement is something they need to talk about. In detail. At length. Soon. But now doesn’t seem like the right time.

“If I brought a living creature into my home,” he starts carefully, “then this would become its home, too. It will be here for the long haul.”

After a long, weighty silence, he sees Jaime nod in his periphery.

“I think I’d like that.”

****

@whumpervescence @shiningstarofwinter @distinctlywhumpthing @whumptywhumpdump @nicolepascaline @anotherbluntpencil @hold-him-down @crystalquartzwhump @maracujatangerine @batfacedliar-yetagain @thecyrulik @pumpkin-spice-whump @finder-of-rings @melancholy-in-the-morning @insaneinthepaingame @skyhawkwolf @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @mylifeisonthebookshelf @dont-touch-my-soup @whump-world @inpainandsuffering @cicatrix-energy @quietly-by-myself @whumpsday @extemporary-whump @the-whumpers-grimm @thebirdsofgay @firewheeesky @whumperfully @hold-back-on-the-comfort @termsnconditions-apply @cyborg0109 @whumplr-reader @pinkraindropsfell @whatwhumpcomments @honeycollectswhump @pirefyrelight @handsinmotion @alexmundaythrufriday @scoundrelwithboba

#do no harm: jaime & sebastian #whump #whumplr #whump writing #bbu #like bbu adjacent?

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stxrry-dxys · 7 days

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i said i wasn’t gonna say more on the whole watcher debacle but sorry i just have to talk about the ai art allegations cuz holy shit this is a massive oversight.

before going in i’d like to clarify that i don’t think steven, ryan, or shane personally implemented this BUT it was absolutely their responsibility to check over what their crew members put in their videos.

disclaimer that i did not personally find these, they were brought up through reddit threads on the snark and main subreddit.

this is the most egregious one. look at the hands. the unnatural length of the fingers. the NUMBER of fingers, the way the hands curl. that is not a mistake a human artists makes. and the way the clothes distort, the fact that one of the shirts looks like it has a finger hanging out of it. in what world is this not obviously computer generated.

this one is harder to notice, but pay attention to the bars on the boat, how they’re uneven, wobbly, some even stopping and starting up randomly. the boat’s reflection in the water does not reflect back the actual silhouette of the boat. the silhouettes of the people are harder to see but a lot of them look more like wonky blobs, though admittedly this part is rather weak.

this is the one i think i believe the least but am bringing it up anyways for posterity. the foot is wonky and the back one appears to be missing. his proportions are very off. and i cant say for certain but i seriously doubt a shadow would be that thin from this angle. this one is probably the weakest piece of evidence but feels relevant to include anyways.

there’s more i believe but it’s 3 am and i don’t wanna go personally hunting for it.

this isn’t even a new topic, people have brought it up in comments and threads in the past. and i know good and well this goes against morals that they have brought up before, so this is not quite the look you’d want. using ai art that steals from other creatives to claim as it’s own is not something i’d hope to see from a company that prides itself on being high quality art. it is entirely possible this is just the doing of someone on the art or editing team, but when one of your figureheads and his wife is openly against generative ai like this, you would expect quality control to ensure this never happens.

i hope they’ll speak up about this, and either prove that this isn’t the case or deal with whoever implemented this, though i’m doubtful they will. if they don’t address it and continue to use ai generated art then i hope everyone all has a long look at whether or not this company is as genuine in its passion for creativity as they have tried to appear.

honestly either way i don’t care, im done with these three’s content and have been for a while, but those of you still supporting deserve all the information you can as they proceed forward with this “plan” of theirs. make whatever decision you want regarding this, i wish you all the very best.

#not gonna be responding to anything but may update if anything new comes out #watcher posting #we are watcher #watcher #watcher entertainment #steven lim #ryan bergara #shane madej

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Oh gosh I don’t wanna repeat someone and I’m not sure about Xmas traditions but what about ridiculous stocking stuffers w Eddie? Fluff/humor.

oh, god. this one also got out of hand. started in light-hearted fun and ended in fluff that had me screaming into my pillow. i'm sorry for the length.

good for one kiss (eddie munson x reader)

warnings: none really. mentions of penis??? (eddie makes a joke about his dick and there's mention of a blowjob but no description lol), mentions of cigarettes, idiots in love. best friends to lovers.

“What am I supposed to do with a single piece of gum?”

“What am I supposed to do with a single cigarette?”

“Smoke it, idiot.”

“It’s broken, idiot.”

“Oh.”

You and Eddie sit cross-legged across from each other on his bed on Christmas Eve, partaking in your annual gift exchange. But there was a catch; each year, you exchanged stockings, only gifting each other what you could fit in the glorified, fleece-lined socks. There had only been two exceptions to the rule of the years - the year you’d gifted Eddie his first professional-grade amp and he’d bawled like a baby (once he’d dried his tears, he’d threatened you and Wayne both endlessly about ever letting the story leave the room. The two of you had exchanged a look, though, knowing neither of you would ever let him live it down.) and the year Eddie had bought you your first acoustic six-string with the promise of lessons from him (it was onyx black and shined with promise as Eddie explained the two of you needed to use paint markers to decorate it).

It was going on five years of the tradition that had stemmed from both of you never being able to afford much for each other, but still wanting to show you care nevertheless. And as the years had gone on, the gifts had slowly found their rhythm. There was always a perfect mixture of cliche throwaway gifts, gag gifts, and gifts so sentimental that some tears were sure to be shed by one of the parties.

“I didn’t think it would break,” you scrunch your nose slightly as Eddie holds up the cigarette, limp from the crack in the middle of it.

“What did you expect, just throwing it in here like that?” Eddie laughs, not bothered in the slightest. He had a pack of Camels snug in the pocket of his leather jacket slung over his desk chair. It was the thought that counted, after all.

“I expected it to be absolutely fucking invincible for how expensive the pack was,” you whine, and he can’t help but watch you with bemusement, “I spent my last dollar from my tips on that damn pack.”

The mention of that softens the look in Eddie’s eyes. He knew the two of you struggled to come up with enough money to even keep up this tradition; he had hardly seen you due to how many spare shifts you’d been picking up at Benny’s the last few weeks.

You catch the look, immediately straighten up, “No, no, no. Don’t even go there, Munson. I can see you going there. Come back to me, idiot.”

Idiot. The term of endearment you’d coined for him since you’d first met in sophomore year of high school. He’d heard it in a dozen different tones - elated, annoyed, exhausted - but not a single one held an ounce of genuine negativity towards him. You made idiot sound like my love.

He wasn’t your lover, though. He kicked himself in the shins every morning over it, always telling himself that today was the day and I’m going to tell her how I feel finally.

Spoiler alert. He never did.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he offers up his own loving nickname for you, “I just know you’ve been busting your ass at Benny’s-”

“Yes, I have, because I want to spoil you for the holidays. I don’t regret a single second of it. Even when those creepy old men tried to shove the dollar bills in my shirt rather than just hand them to me.”

You both laugh at the memory. It hadn’t been very funny when it happened, leading to you calling Eddie crying and him coming to your rescue, but enough time had passed to see the humor in it all.

The rest of the gift exchange goes as expected for the most part. The gag gifts pull the appropriate amount of laughter, and the more genuine gifts pull a softness out of each other that nearly had each of your eyes’ pupils forming hearts.

Eddie fawns over a pack of pics you’d had customized with Corroded Coffin’s logo, and you react just as bluntly as expected when you pull a long red candle from your stocking, looking up to Eddie blankly.

“For when I finally sacrifice you in the woods,” he explains with a cheesy grin, “Gotta have candles if we’re going to worship Satan, sweetheart.”

“Ha-ha,” you dead pan, tilting your head slightly as you keep a straight face, completely unimpressed, “You’re hilarious, Munson.”

“Hey, I could have made a sex joke,” he throws up his hands in a defensive manner, shrugging his shoulders and looking to the ground in faux shyness.

“Yeah, yeah - you could have made a sex joke,” you mumble as you shove the candle to the side, a smile still escaping the corners of your mouth.

“As a matter of fact, I still can. Don’t think I didn’t notice the fact that you replaced my stocking this year, darling, and that it’s noticeably larger. Finally big enough to fit over my massive dic-”

“You’re disgusting,” you interrupt, grabbing the candle and now whacking one of his knees with it, making him fall victim to an uncontrollable giggling fit, “Have you ever been told that? Let me be the first to tell you - you’re absolutely vile, Edward Munson.”

You don’t mean it, and he knows you don’t. You’re both laughing too much over it.

You’re starting to get to the bottom of the stockings now. You each have an odd arrangement of candy that had been included in each respective stocking - Eddie is socking on a blue jolly rancher, being sure to make annoying slurping noises to get a rise out of you, as you nibble on a miniature candy cane. There’s only one gift left in your stocking, a small box that you only reach for once you rewrap the candy cane in the plastic wrap it’d come in that you’d saved to avoid getting sticky fingers.

“What’s this?” you ask, pulling it out and letting the empty stocking fall into your lap.

Eddie looks up from where he was preoccupied with attempting to open another jolly rancher. His eyes light up from the present in your palm, “Oh, only saving the best one for last, sweet thing.”

You look at him questioningly, but begin to slide your finger under the delicate edge of the small box regardless. It takes concentration to pry open the box without tearing it, but you do, you gasp.

In a bed of cotton, there’s a necklace.

It looks like a copy of Eddie’s signature pick necklace. But instead of the dark swirling black between clouds of burgundy red, it shines with pearlescent opal white and ruby red, glimmering on a silver chain as if it were made of jewels.

When you gently lift it from the box, it’s clear it’s not a real pick. It’s heavier - Hell, it might actually be made of gemstones.

“Eddie-” you gasp, cutting yourself off, mesmerized by the beauty.

He’s nearly shaking with delight, “It’s a locket. Look, open it.”

You see what he means immediately, realizing that the weight was from the thickness of the faux pick. There’s a subtle seam, with a silver lock on the side that clicks gently when you press on it. The locket swings open, and inside is a snug photo of you and Eddie. You can pinpoint exactly when the photo was taken; it was at your birthday party two years ago, both of you laughing with cake icing on the tips of your nose. The photo is in dramatic black and white, but you can still picture how obnoxiously red your cheeks were with Eddie’s arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you into him as you two lost it over God knows what.

You feel yourself beginning to tear up, completely stunned, “I- Oh my God, Eddie. I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start with how I’m the best friend ever,” he cheekily grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you let out a breathless laugh.

“It’s…God, it’s beautiful. This- This is too much, Eddie. I can’t imagine how expensive-”

“Nope,” he cuts you off quickly, waving his hands frantically, refusing to listen to your lecture. He didn’t care if it had cost him everything he owned, down to the clothes on his back - it was worth it to see that look on your face. “Don’t even start, sweetheart. One of Wayne’s friends at the plant has a wife who makes jewelry for a living. We got the family discount because she thought the idea was so dang adorable,” his voice pitches to mock the mystery woman, and it makes you tearily laugh some more.

You look back down at the open locker, finger tracing over the opposite side from the photo.

E. It’s engraved in cursive. As if you’d ever forget the initial of the boy in the photo - the boy in front of you.

“You really had to choose the photo that made me look like a dork, didn’t you?” you softly tease under your breath, staring at the memory in unfiltered fondness.

“Someone’s got to keep you humble,” he retorts.

You ignore his comment, standing quickly and holding the necklace out to him, “Help me put it on?”

He doesn’t hesitate to leap off the bed to your side, taking the chain gingerly before you turn and face your back to him. His movements are careful and deliberate as he brushes your hair off to the side, cold fingers skimming over your skin and sending shivers down your spine before he loops the necklace around the front of your chest. You can feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he fiddles with the clasp for a few moments before finding success.

“Aha! Perfect,” he claps as you spin around, grinning giddily at the weight that sits naturally between your collarbones. It gives you a sense of security, a sense of comfort, a sense of home.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you earnestly say, voice crumbling with emotions as your smile shines and you lift a hand to pinch the necklace between two fingers. The locket is smooth as you rub over it, “I love it.”

His face reflects your happiness right back before you suddenly throw yourself forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. He returns it immediately, squeezing you back just as strongly. You both melt into the hug, comfortable as you eventually beginning to just-barely-sway in the middle of Eddie’s room, chests pressed together as hearts beat in sync.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your hair before placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Merry Christmas, Eds.”

You finally pull away, both of you returning to your original positions on the bed. Gifts are scattered around you, mixing with candy and wrappers, as Eddie pulls up his stocking and begins to shake it upside down.

“There’s not any more gifts, Eddie, you already opened them-” you cut yourself off, the smile that had your cheeks aching still fading when a piece of paper flutters from his stocking.

Oh no.

“No more gifts, you say?” he smirks in your direction, picking up the folded note, “What’s this, then?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You’d forgotten about that. When you’d been wrapping Eddie’s gifts the night before, Robin had joined you to keep you company. The two of you had broken into a few bottles of wine around the house when you had a bright idea (at least, at the time it seemed bright. Now, it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. Ever.). Coupons for Eddie, ranging from redemption for kisses to redemption for more… explicit acts. To be fair, Robin had egged you on, knowing of your hopeless crush of two years on your best friend. You’d folded each ‘coupon’ and sealed them with kisses from red lipstick the two of you had dug out of your desk drawers. You’d chickened out when the buzz from the wine faded, and pulled all of the ridiculous notes out before properly filling the stocking with his actual gifts.

Or at least, you thought you’d gotten all of the notes out. Clearly, you hadn’t.

“Don’t open that!” you blurt out, lurching forward and attempting to snatch the paper from Eddie. It only makes his smirk grow, hand shooting out away from you, glancing wildly between you and the kiss-stained paper.

“Now you’ve really got me curious,” he mocks, pulling a face at you as he brings the paper back to his face, beginning to unfold it.

“No, Eddie, seriously, don’t read it. Please. It was so stupid, I- Robin and I were drinking, and I just…” you trail off in your explanation as he completely disregards you and his eyes trail over your scribbled words.

You didn’t even know which one had been left behind. You could only hope it was one of the less vulgar ones.

“Is this a joke?” he asks softly. You’re shocked - you’d expected merciless teasing. Not whatever look was currently in his eyes.

“What?” you ask, trying to peer over to see what the paper said. Depending on which dumb coupon it was, your answer would change, “I- Sort of. Maybe. No. I don’t know.”

You begin to wring your hands in your lap, waiting for him to respond. You felt so nauseated you considered escaping to the bathroom. Maybe you could die of embarrassment in the Munson men’s bathtub.

But then you remember it’s the Munson men’s bathtub, and decide the better fate may lay here, Eddie glancing up at you with moving curiosity, eyebrows furrowed.

Your cheeks burn crimson as you wish for the Earth to swallow you whole.

“Yes or no? Is it a joke?” he asks again, a stern tone that manages to not come across angry.

Your stomach and chest twist in sync, “No. It isn’t a joke.”

Suddenly, Eddie is taking the note and thrusting it towards you, eyes blown wide and chest heaving.

“Then I’d like to redeem it now, please.”

You don’t realize it, but the room had started spinning the moment Eddie had read what was written down. It felt like a dream - a dream he’d indulged in with no hopes of it ever coming true for an embarrassingly long amount of time now.

Your hands shake as you reach out to take the note from him, and you look down to see just how much drunk you had screwed you over in this moment.

In your messy handwriting, it reads: Coupon for Eddie Munson - good for one (1) kiss. To be redeemed at Eddie’s discretion.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful it wasn't a vulgar one, before the reality of what Eddie had just requested hits you.

“Did you just- did you just say you want to redeem it now?”

Eddie nods, a determined look crossing his face, “Yes, please.”

You both stare at each other for a moment, letting the emotions in the air sink in. It takes a moment before you both break out into withheld, shy smiles.

“Okay,” you sigh.

Before you can overthink it, you’re both leaning forward, Eddie’s hands cupping your cheeks as his lips meet yours tenderly. It’s just a peck, nothing more, but it sends your heart into cardiac arrest. You can still taste the jolly ranchers on his lips, and he tastes the sweet mint of the candy cane on yours.

You both pull back slightly, his hands not leaving your face, knees pressing together. Your eyes had fluttered close, and you don’t have the guts to open them quite yet and face the consequences of what had just happened between the two of you.

“I like you,” you admit quietly, your entire body tensing as you await rejection.

It doesn’t come. Instead, you’re met with the sound of Eddie’s gentle voice, “I like you, too.”

Your eyes finally spring open to already find him staring at you with adoration. “You do?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart. I let you touch my first sweetheart. I only give that privilege to the prettiest of girls,” he laughs, eyes flickering to your lips but still keeping his distance.

“You’ve only let me have that privilege.”

“Exactly.”

He finally closes the distance again, lips slotting against yours as if they’re meant to be. Something clicks in the Universe, something that says that this is right and meant to happen. Two years of silent and hopeless pining, only to find out both your feelings were returned. It leaves the two of you delirious as you both deepen the kiss. Somehow, Eddie ends up scooting up his bed until his back meets the wall where his headboard would be if he had one, you straddling his lap. It’s all still so innocent; just the two of you, soft and sickly sweet kisses as you hold one another as if you expect the other to vanish.

“Merry Christmas, Eds,” you repeat your earlier statement and reach up to his gifted locket on instinct now. It feels right. You and him this close, you and him kissing, the photo of you resting against your chest where it belongs.

“Best Christmas ever,” he chuckles before he captures you in another kiss.

He’s right. It’s safe to say the two of you struggle to ever top that Christmas. You make it a running joke to always include coupons in his stocking from that year on. Each year, the coupons get better, sometimes raunchy and sometimes just downright adorable.

Good for one cuddle.

Good for one blowjob (don’t waste it).

Good for one surprise date night.

They’re always fairly clever, and each year, he thinks you get closer to topping that first note.

But it’s not until years down the road, when the two of you sit across from each other in your now shared living room, in some big city you now call home, that he knows that he had finally topped that year. The look on your face when you dig into the bottom of your stocking, finding the small box that contains the diamond ring he’d been saving up for ever since that first kiss, tells him everything he needs to know.

It’s still pretty nice when he hears you squeal yes out loud, though.

#twenty four hours of christmas #writing #asks #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #this one... this one got to me #but in a soft way

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aemonds-fire · 5 days

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Answered Prayers: HOTD Dark Series Aemond Targaryen x Female OC Part Three : A Battle of Wills

First infatuation, then obsession. Prince Aemond has found the lady of his dreams, and the gods give him a way to keep her. But she is not the sweet, demure lady he expects. She has a will of her own and is willing to go to great lengths to get what she wants. Perhaps they are more alike than they thought.

Series Warnings - 18+, Minors DNI, Smut, Dark, Murder, mention of murder/suicide, medieval-canon sexism, coercion, DUB/CON - NON/CON , Profanity

Word Count 4322

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You awaken in the morning to the sound of your maid Rona knocking on the door, rousing you from your slumber. When the cheerful young maid enters the room, she begins to pull back the heavy drapes to let the morning light in. You sit up in bed, attempting to untangle yourself from the bedclothes, and it's evident from the condition of the bed that your sleep was restless.

Accepting her offer of a bath before breaking your fast, you allow the warm water to soothe your tired body and the fragrant oils to refresh your senses. Once dried off, she assists you with a dark-colored dress, putting a simple braid over the rest of your long, loose tresses. Another maid informs you to await a visit from the queen later in the morning.

Meanwhile, you consider your options. You have no wish to remain in the capital, preferring to return home as quickly as possible. You are now the lady of your house, and though you are young and unmarried, you have little worry that you will be able to take control of your life if you are in the familiar territory of your own home. Your state of mourning gives you time; if you must marry, it will be a young lord of your choosing, not your father’s choice.

But that leads you to the pressing matter of how to deal with Prince Aemond. ‘Is this simply a game to him, some amusing diversion that he will tire of?’ you wonder. You understand very well the precariousness of your situation; an accusation from him would see you executed for murder. ‘What does he want?’ you ask yourself again.

A member of the kingsguard interrupts your thoughts by knocking on the door to announce the queen's arrival.

Bidding entry, you stand to see Queen Alicent, Princess Helaena, and Prince Aemond walk into your chambers. You dip low in respect to each, though the prince’s unexpected presence causes your heart to quicken with unease.

Queen Alicent approaches you, gently placing her arm around your shoulders. ”My dear girl, I am so sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine what you must be feeling, but I assure you we will do whatever we can to aid you through this trying time,” she tells you.

“Thank you, your grace. You are most kind,’ you respond with a sad smile and an invitation to sit. The queen and her daughter take seats next to each other on a small sofa opposite you, while the prince remains standing behind them, facing you.

While the queen and the princess inquire about your well being with genuine concern, the prince is in his usual stoic pose, standing tall with his hands clasped behind his back and no trace of emotion on his face.

You try to ignore his presence, to focus solely on his mother and sister, accept their condolences graciously, and answer their questions politely. When Princess Helaena invites you to join her and her children for a morning in the garden, you tell her that sounds lovely.

Queen Alicent then reminds you that you should not make any decisions regarding your future right away and that you should take the time you need to mourn your family.

Before you can respond, Prince Aemond says, “Mother, perhaps Lady Mira should remain here at the Red Keep during her mourning. Here, we can assure that no one tries to take advantage of her during this difficult time.”

The queen glances proudly up at her son, agreeing, “Aemond, that is a wonderful idea."

Turning to you, the queen continues, “Helaena and the children would love your company as well. It would also do you good, I think.”

Princess Helaena smiles broadly. “We can spend time together, and the children will adore you, I’m sure.”

You can see both the queen and the princess smiling expectantly at you, hoping you will accept the offer to stay. Behind them, Prince Aemond is smirking at you, as if challenging you to decline the offer.

Choosing your words carefully, knowing you are taking a risk, you say with a sad smile, “I would love to accept your generous offer, your grace, but I fear I would be remiss in my duty to see my father and stepmother back home to their final place of rest.”

“If it would put your mind at ease, I shall personally see to the arrangements to have your father and stepmother taken back to your home,” Aemond offers. Though this voice betrays no emotion, the look in his eye warns you not to defy him.

Forcing yourself to smile graciously, you bite back the words you wish to say, instead responding demurely, “I cannot thank you enough for your generosity. You are right; perhaps it would be best to remain here for a time, though eventually duty will require that I return home," you reply, shifting your eyes to him as you finish speaking.

Soon, the royal family took their leave; the queen and princess were clearly pleased, and the prince once again showed nothing but unsmiling detachment.

You are left alone in your chambers, seething at being maneuvered by the prince into staying in King’s Landing. You have time; you remind yourself. There is nothing he can do while you are in mourning; bide your time, figure out his motives, and try to dissuade him of this marriage nonsense.

Thankfully, the prince keeps his distance from you for a while. You keep to yourself in your chambers, resting and thinking, and limit your activities to quiet walks or reading in the library. Eventually, becoming restless, you accept Helaena’s invitations to visit with her and her children. You begin a routine of spending your mornings with her, sometimes in the royal chambers or in the gardens.

You can’t help but like the princess, finding her company pleasant and her personality sincere. You genuinely enjoy spending time with the delightful little prince and princess.

One day, while chatting with Helaena in the garden, you hear the children squeal “Kepus!” with enthusiasm. Turning around, you see Aemond bending down to embrace his niece and nephew. Helaena smiles at her brother, and you bow your head in greeting. (Uncle)

“Lady Mira, you look well. My sister tells me the children are quite taken with you, and your company makes her days far more pleasant," he says cordially, a hint of a smile on his lips. “It seems your decision to remain here has been beneficial to everyone.”

With a smile, you say, “The children are lovely, and Princess Helaena has become a dear friend to me. I shall miss them terribly when I must leave and return home.”

He is so adept at hiding his emotions that you barely catch his expression darkening. While your gazes meet, he says, “I was hoping we could take that walk you promised me.”

You glance towards Helaena, but she says, “It’s a lovely day for a walk, and it’s time for me to take the children back to our chambers.” After wishing you both a good day, she takes her children's hands and goes back into the Keep.

Taking Aemond’s offered arm, you allow him to lead you down one of the garden paths. Since the weather is pleasant, with a gentle breeze blowing and fragrant flowers in full bloom, others have also decided to avail themselves of the gardens, forcing you to maintain an amiable appearance despite your inner turmoil. The prince beside you has also softened his demeanor, actually gracing passersby with courteous acknowledgements.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company on this fine day, your grace?” You inquire as you continue to stroll leisurely beside him.

“You did promise me a walk in the gardens; I decided this was a good day to claim it,” he answers smoothly. "We should make appearances together, and when we announce our betrothal, everyone will assume that we grew close during this challenging time for you."

You cannot help the involuntary stiffening of your hand on his arm, tightening your grasp slightly. “I would rather you abandon that notion, for I have no wish to marry,” you inform him.

Increasing his pace, he leads you to a more secluded area along a high stone wall while glancing around to ensure no one can overhear him. He whispers harshly in your ear, "I thought I made myself clear that night in your chambers. What part of ‘you will be my wife’ did you not understand?”

“I understand what you said," you reply, trying to keep your voice calm. “What I do not..."

Aemond interrupts you. “Hmm, if you understand, then why do you make a point of talking about leaving whenever you are in my presence?” He admonishes you. “You will only return to your house as my wife.

You turn to face him, your eyes narrowing in anger. ”I risked everything, not only for my mother but to ensure that a man who did not love me would not control my life. I did not do what I did just to give my life to you or anyone else.”

His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him. “But you have no choice, riñītsos,” he reminds you. “Not if you want to keep that pretty little head of yours.” (little girl)

“Why me? I am nothing to you,” you hiss in frustration, failing to pull away from him. “Am I simply amusement to you?” You continue to feel the size of his hands as they splay against your body, holding you in place while you gaze up into his face. You force yourself to look into his eye, holding your ground against him while trying to learn how to read him.

Aemond sighs, looking down at your face, a distinctive half-smirk and half-smile forming on his lips. He closes his eye for a moment before answering, “No, you are not amusement to me; you are far more than you know.”

You momentarily believe he is about to kiss you, but then you lean back with a faint smile and say, "Ahh, so this is not merely a game for you; that indicates you want something." Your smile grows as your mind races through the possibilities.

Resting your hands against his chest, you ask, “Is it my inheritance you want? Am I a second son’s chance at lands of his own?”

“Your house and lands mean nothing to me,” he scoffs. Though his denial quickly tells you otherwise, you know you have at least hit a sore spot with him.

You cannot help the wry chuckle that escapes you. “Yes, I see what this is about. If it’s not a game to you, and if it’s not my inheritance you seek, then you desire to have me in your bed.”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to. The darkening of his eye, the tautness of his body, and the slight quickening of his breath tell you that you are right.

Before he can respond or you can ask another question, the sound of voices and people approaching force you to step back from each other, both of you trying quickly to present an appearance of propriety and formality. After exchanging polite greetings, you take advantage of the interruption to begin making your way back.

With only a few long strides, he catches up with you, falling into step beside you. “I did not give you permission to leave, and our conversation is far from over," he reminds you.

Now back among people, you coyly tell him, “I think we disappeared from view long enough. You wouldn’t want to damage my reputation, now would you?”

Just before you reach the entrance, Aemond leans towards you slightly and says, “Dismiss your maid early; we will continue this conversation tonight in the more private setting of your chambers.” He turns on his heel, leaving you to watch him stride away from you, his long hair swaying with his movement.

You spend a quiet afternoon in your chambers, even choosing to have your supper alone. After eating, you have your maid help you prepare for bed, pleading tiredness. Once dressed in your nightgown with your hair brushed, you dismiss her for the night, telling her you intend to retire early. You dislike the idea of receiving him in your night clothes, feeling it puts you at a disadvantage.

Choosing to sit by the open window, basking in the refreshing breeze, you attempt to collect your thoughts. You realize you are playing a dangerous game with him, challenging him the way you are, but meek submission is not in your nature. Prince Aemond is a difficult man to read, and your interactions with him have been limited, though intense. A few of his qualities are starting to stand out to you.

Eventually, you hear movement in a shadowy corner of the room, followed by the sound of footsteps coming towards you. Even if you weren’t expecting him, you would know it was him, as if some bond were forming between you, allowing you to sense his presence. Rising from your chair, you face him, noticing he is still fully dressed, wearing leather, all in black, though you notice no weapons on him as you walk to a nearby table.

“Your grace,” you say with a smile as you pour a cup of wine. “Would you care for a drink?” You ask as you offer the cup to him. You keep your eyes locked on his as he comes closer, taking the cup from your hand, your fingertips touching in the process. You watch that increasingly familiar smirk form on his lips; his eye never leaves your face as he begins to drink, not stopping until he has emptied the cup.

Unable to hide the soft chuckle that escapes you, you pour a cup for yourself, taking a sip before saying, “Your bravery is impressive, your grace.”

“I do not believe you are foolish enough to murder me in your chambers. Another death by poison would be quite difficult for you to explain,” he replies, setting the empty cup on the table.

Giving him a wry smile, you nod your head in agreement while setting down your own cup. “Yes, you’re right. I found myself unable to find a plausible explanation."

Aemond arches his brow. “So you did consider murdering me tonight?”

“I admit the thought did cross my mind, but we will simply have to settle our differences another way.”

“You will be my wife; the matter is settled,” he responds. "Unless you want to face execution for murder?" he asks.

At his words, you shake your head. “So you are determined we will marry, whether I wish it or not?”

“Why do you continue to vex me? I am a prince of the realm, and you refuse me. I could have your head, and you reject me," he says with indignation in his voice.

You notice that his gaze on you has not wavered, unnerving you and reminding you that you only wear your nightgown. “Must you stare at me as if you are some predator stalking his prey?”

“Forgive me, but you are such a beautiful sight that I cannot resist.” Pausing momentarily before he continues. “I hope after tonight we can put an end to your resistance to me, and you will accept that we will be married."

“You barely acknowledged my existence before coming to me and threatening to expose my crime unless I marry you,” you retort.

He moved closer to you, and his eye darkened with his ire. ”A very generous offer for a little kinslayer like you.”

“Exactly, so why would you want me for a wife?” Your eyes narrow as you continue, “You also kissed me, so you cannot hide that you desire me. I could understand wanting me in your bed in exchange for your silence, but not joining us for life.”

You let out a surprised cry when Aemond roughly grabs your arms, pushing your back against the wall. His face is mere inches from yours; you hear the hiss of his breath and feel its heat on your skin. “Your body for my silence—is that a bargain you would make? You spurn my offer of marriage, but you would let me fuck you like a whore in order to keep your secret, hmm?”

Your eyes widen with trepidation at his sudden shift in demeanor. When you open your mouth to speak, he quickly moves his fingers over your lips. He hisses in your ear, "No, I will speak, and you will listen." You are so unnerved that you stay silent.

He brushes his lips against your ear, inhaling the scent of your hair. “You have tormented me since the day you arrived. You are my first thought when I awake and my last thought before I sleep,” whispering against your skin between wet kisses on your neck. “You distract me during my training and my studies. You invade my dreams, but you are the answer to my prayers.”

You hiss back at him, your temper overriding your fear: "You speak like a madman."

His hand slides down over your throat, resting at its base with his long fingers wrapped around your neck, holding you in place. “You drive me mad, mad enough that I would have you for my wife despite your murderous ways. I am mad enough that I have already fucked you many times in my mind.” He places his open palm over your breast, squeezing, before teasing your nipple through the thin fabric into a hardened peak with his thumb.

You can’t hold back the gasp that escapes your lips. Pinned between the wall and his body, you have nowhere to go and no chance of pushing him away. Arching your back to resist only pushes your breast into his palm. Your mind reels, torn between your anger at being subdued and the new sensations his lips and hands evoke. You shiver, notwithstanding the heat of his body against yours, as his hand glides over the curve of your hip and pulls up the hem of your gown, allowing him to slip his fingers past your undergarments and into the wetness of your cunt.

Aemond smirks when your eyes go wide as his finger plays with the bundle of nerves between your legs. “I can tell that no man has ever touched you this way. If someone else had, I would kill him. If anyone else does, I will kill him. Only me; it will always be only me.” Resting his forehead against yours, he pulls down your gown's neckline enough to move his hand inside to cup your bare breast, rolling the peak between his thumb and forefinger.

Your legs instinctively part slightly, giving him more access to your most intimate parts, while your hand grabs hold of the belt around his waist to steady yourself and keep him near you. Little whimpers escape from your throat as your body betrays you, responding to his touch that sets your skin afire.

Feeling that you are coming close to your peak, he asks, “Your body for my silence; will you agree to that arrangement? Tell me now, yes or no.” As he waits for your answer, he withdraws his finger from your stimulated bud.

You sob over the loss of the exquisite pleasure that was about to overtake you. “Please,” you are unable to keep from whining, though for him to continue or stop, you are not sure. A firm pinch to your pebbled nipple finally prompts a whining “yes” from your lips, desperate for him to continue.

Hearing you acquiesce and seeing the pleading in your eyes, he claims your lips with a forceful kiss. This time, you surrender, letting him have his way and slipping his tongue in to dance with yours. Your arms wrap around his slim frame, and your fingers tangle in his long hair.

You’ve shared a few gentle kisses of affection before, but this is nothing like that. Aemond’s kisses are about possession and his need for your submission; you do not resist because of the intoxicating desires he is awakening within you.

Pulling back, he lets his eye roam over your face, committing to memory the flush of your skin and the turmoil in your eyes. The irresistible feeling of power that comes over him only inflames his lust more, thrilling him that he can do this to you. It is the sight of your kiss swollen lips that dictates his desire now.

Swallowing hard, he commands you, “On your knees."

Confused, “What…?”

"I want that pretty mouth on my cock," he said breathily, placing his hands on your shoulders and firmly pushing downward. “Hmm, will you break our arrangement so soon?” He asks when you initially resist.

Shaking from the whirlwind of emotions coursing through your mind, you kneel in front of him, keeping your eyes downcast. You are hesitant and fearful because you have never done anything like this before. You are angry at him for making you do this, though you can’t help the quivering feeling going through your body, combined with the unsatisfied ache between your legs.

The sight of your subservience sends a dark thrill through him. He loosens his breeches, sighing when his engorged cock springs free. Running his fingers through your hair, he grasps a handful at the back of your head, wanting you to see him stroke himself. “Look at what you do to me."

In response to a tug on your hair, you raise your eyes and watch him pump his hard length, which is red at the tip and dripping with fluid. You've never seen a man's cock before; you only saw drawings in a naughty book one of your maids secretly gave you. Your eyes go wide, shocked at his size. When he moves the tip of his cock to your lips, you don't need to be told to open your mouth.

He slides his length partway into your mouth, savoring the hot wetness surrounding him. When he feels you tense, he pauses and instructs you to breathe through your nose, allowing you to adjust to him filling your mouth. “Use your tongue like that," he murmurs. “You feel so good.” He slowly begins to work his hips, controlling the movement while he holds your head in place.

There is a saltiness to his taste, a muskiness to him, that is unusual to you. His member feels heavy on your tongue as he pushes more of himself into your mouth and to the back of your throat, wanting you to take all of him, though you cannot. As your jaw begins to ache and you struggle with his length, you can't help but moan; the vibration only increases his pleasure. He continues to mutter praise about how good you are and how well you are taking him. Each adoration sends a flush of wonderment through you, that you can have this effect on him. He’s built a steady rhythm of pushing in and out of your mouth, your lips feeling every blood-filled vein along his shaft. Your body tingles, and wetness still leaks from you, soaking your garments between your legs.

The sight of you obediently taking his cock in your hot, wet mouth stokes his pride and his craving for dominance. He can’t resist taunting you, “What a good little wife you are going to make.” When you immediately glance up at his face, he can see the tears glistening in your eyes, but he also sees the flash of defiance that you cannot hide. Your continued resistance rankles him, causing him to grip your hair more tightly. He sneers, "Look at you on your knees, my cock fucking your mouth, and you would still resist me."

His ire and sense of power over you spur him to increase his pace, with his thrusts getting sloppier and hitting the back of your throat. Soon, the increased friction has him tilting his head back and letting out a guttural moan, while he gives one final thrust, holding himself in place as his seed spurts in your mouth.

"Ao issi ñuhon," he murmurs as he gazes down at your tear streaked face. (You are mine)

Aemond waits for his breathing to steady before pulling his softening cock from your mouth. "Swallow," he orders, still tugging slightly on your hair.

Glaring up at him, you hesitate, wanting to defy him by spitting out his seed, but a painful tug on your hair forces you to submit, swallowing and tasting the salty bitterness. He stuffs his cock back in his breeches, refastening them before offering his hand to help you to your feet, seeing you wince slightly from kneeling on the hard floor. You try to turn away from him, but he wraps his arm around you, pulling you back against him.

“This is a lesson. I have lain awake at night, desiring and yearning for you, with only my hand for relief. That unfulfilled ache in your cunt right now, that is what I have been feeling,” whispering harshly in your ear. “You can try to give yourself relief with your pretty little fingers, but it won’t be enough."

He turns and releases you, leaving your chambers as quietly as he entered.

You walk on wobbly legs to retrieve your wine, drinking it quickly while trying to steady your nerves. Leaning against the table for support, you notice your hand shaking as you hold the cup. Your hair is disheveled, your gown remains pulled off one shoulder, and tears streak your face.

You can also feel the soaking wetness between your thighs and your body's unsatisfying lustful cravings. With an incensed scream and cursing the day Aemond Targaryen was born, you hurl the cup at the floor, watching the glass shatter.

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Thank you for allowing me to request! The awesome @vikkirosko gratefully remember my message! I appreciate you dearly and wish the best^^

Anyway now to my request!

I wanted to request Helluva/Hazbin hotel x Reader. The characters are Striker,Stolas, Blitzer, Asmodeus + fizzaroli, Stella, Mille + Moxxie,Lucifer, Alastor, Rosie, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husker, Vox, Valentino, Vaggie. I wanted to see how they would react with a PTSD!Succubus! Reader? Like she had some sort of trauma that revolves around the 'succubs' part of things. It would be a great comfort for me and I am sure plenty of others with PTSD.

Thank You So Much!🌹

This seems to be the biggest request I've written. I hope it turned out good...

Headcanons PTSD

🌈 Charlie Morningstar x succubus!Reader 🎶

You and Charlie met when you came to her hotel. At first she didn't recognize you as a succubus. You were quiet, withdrawn, and tried to stay at arm's length from everyone. Charlie quickly realized that there was something that was bothering you, but you were in no hurry to open up to her, just like the others. Charlie saw that you needed a shelter, a place where you felt safe, and she hoped that the hotel could become such a place for you

Charlie tried to take care of you with a soft smile. She understood your need for personal space and respected it. There was a wall of understatement between you, but one incident destroyed that wall. At night she woke up from your scream. Frightened, Charlie hastened to help you. As it turned out, the reason for your scream was a nightmare. When Charlie saw you, she was scared for you. You were shaking as if you had experienced the most terrible thing that could have happened. She couldn't leave you alone while you were in this state

You couldn't contain your emotions and told her about what you saw in your nightmare. For a long time in your nightmares you have seen blurred events of the past. Your partner has caused you a lot of pain, both physical and moral, justifying it by saying that you are a succubus and that you should like things much worse. The words of your already ex-partner are strongly imprinted in your memory and the cruel actions that happened to you in the past haunted you in your dreams. Charlie was genuinely sorry for you. You didn't deserve this. She wanted to help you let go of the past. She wanted to help you start living a full life again without being afraid of other people

Charlie was gentle and caring towards you. She gently hugged you when you needed it, she told you that you are a person and that you deserve love and care. She sincerely wished you happiness. It was difficult for you to return to your past life, but the care that surrounded you helped you. Next to her, your fears receded and you had hope that life might not be so bad

❌️ Vaggie x succubus!Reader 🎀

When you first showed up at the hotel, Vaggie took you with hostility because you were a succubus. She was afraid that you might ruin the hotel, but Charlie was sure that everything would be fine. Vaggie was watching you, wanting to make sure that you really wouldn't cause problems. She saw that you were quite irritable, but you didn't try to ruin the hotel, which calmed Vaggie a little, but didn't change her attitude towards you

You and Vaggie often quarreled. You were very easily irritated, flaring up like a match. Charlie tried to find out the reason for your anger, but you always avoided talking about it. More and more often Vaggie began to notice that you stopped sleeping. One night when she couldn't sleep, she went from her room to the kitchen to drink water, but found you there drinking coffee. You were too exhausted to argue and just told her that you couldn't afford to fall asleep, because then you'd see again what you tried so hard to forget

It was hard for you to keep your anxiety to yourself and you told Vaggie about what happened to you in the past. During your life, you have experienced a lot of violence that was justified by the fact that you are a succubus. You tried your best to forget this period of your life, but every time the memories came back in nightmares that tormented you every night. Vaggie felt sorry for you. When she was a human, she experienced similar violence, so she understood how hard it was for you. She decided to help you, realizing that it would be much more difficult for you to cope with it alone

Her attitude towards you has become softer. She took care of you, knowing that you needed it. You needed a person who understood you and who could help you and Vaggie was ready to become that person for you. She was angry that someone hurt you so much just because you were born a succubus. She intended to be a support and protection for you that will help you overcome the past and live in the present

🕷Angel Dust x succubus!Reader 💖

In all his time in Hell, Angel has seen succubi and incubi only a few times. He never talked to them personally, but assumed how they usually behaved, so getting to know you put him at a dead end. Unlike other succubi, you were wearing closed clothes and you showed no interest in anything. Charlie and Vaggie brought you to the hotel. They didn't say what exactly happened to you, but Angel himself was in no hurry to find out

Quite often Angel was bored, so he tried to talk to you. Sometimes it seemed to him that mentally you were not in a hotel but somewhere else. You flinched every time he spoke to you, and when he tried to touch your shoulder, you jumped back and covered yourself with your hands, as if he was going to hit you. It made him think you were in serious trouble. When he asked Charlie about it, she admitted that you had experienced violence and the memories of it haunt you to this day. When Angel found out that the reason for the violence was that you were a succubus, he got angry. He knew what it was like to experience violence of this nature and he decided to at least try to help you

He tried in a variety of ways to help you forget about what happened to you in the past and live in the present. He was showing you that you shouldn't dwell on the past. He understood that he was not the most suitable example, but he really wanted to help you, since he could not help himself

Angel understood that he would not be able to save you from injury in an instant, but he was not going to give up. He hoped that you would be able to live a full life without dwelling on your past and looking boldly into the future

📻 Alastor x succubus!Reader🎙

When Alastor declared himself to all Hell, proving his strength, not only sinners, but also hellborn began to fear him. That's why when he met you, he realized that there was something wrong with you. You didn't care at all how cruel he was to others. You were apathetic and withdrawn, you hardly slept and hardly communicated with the people around you. You stood out a lot from the other succubi he had seen during his entire stay in Hell

Niffty was your friend and she was looking out for you and she was the one who told Alastor about the reason for your behavior. You used to be much more energetic and sociable. You loved being the center of attention, and that brought you to the attention of those who hurt you. The violence that you have experienced has traumatized you greatly. You had nightmares all the time, so you tried not to sleep. When Alastor heard your story, he felt angry. You didn't deserve this fate

Alastor was friendly to you and tried to help you break out of the grip of memories. He played you old records with music and even called you to dance. He was patiently waiting for the moment when you would be mentally ready to make a move. He didn't want his actions to make your condition worse

It was difficult for you to start perceiving the world as before, but Alastor was there and helped you. He didn't ask you to forget the past, as if fatal events didn't exist at all. He was ready to help you overcome them and move on, becoming only stronger. He was sure that you were not morally broken to the end and he hoped that you would be able to become who you were before again

🃏 Husk x succubus!Reader 🥃

You and Husk met in one of the bars. When he saw you, he thought you were a ghost. Your indifferent gaze looked somewhere through it, as if you were mentally somewhere very far away from there. You drank strong alcohol and didn't pay attention to the people around you. Husk was sure that you were a succubus and therefore thought that you were behaving strangely. He's seen succubi before and the only thing you had in common with them was their looks

You rarely talked to someone, but sometimes Husk wanted to talk, so you became his listener. Sometimes you talked to him, but you never answered questions about your past. However, one day something happened that puzzled him. When you were communicating again, an unknown demon approached you and tried to flirt with you. At that moment, your face remained indifferent, but Husk saw the panic and fear in your eyes, so he hurried to drive the demon away quite rudely

Husk took you away from prying eyes and only then asked what happened to you. You honestly confessed to him that in the past you had experienced violence that was justified by the fact that you are a succubus. Since then, the memories of what happened haunt you both in dreams and in reality. You couldn't forget about it, so you tried to sink into oblivion with the help of alcohol, but every time someone tried to flirt with you, painful memories flashed before your eyes again. Husk was angry when he found out what happened to you. He wasn't going to leave you alone with your problems

Husk showed care hidden behind rudeness. He didn't let anyone offend you, didn't let you drink a lot and tried to help you live on. He wasn't going to let nightmares from the past stop you from living in the present. And while you couldn't move forward on your own, he was going to be your support and protection

💞 Valentino x succubus!Reader 🚬

Valentino treated violence rather indifferently, as long as it did not concern him or those who were dear to him. There weren't many people like that, but you were one of those people. You've known him since he was in Hell. You saw great potential in him and helped him for a long time. There was a relationship between you that was difficult to name in any concrete way. However, you were forced to go to Lust Ring to sort out some personal problems

You met again a few months later and at first he didn't even recognize you. You used to be a confident succubus, but when he saw you again, you were just a pale shadow of your past self. You've become silent, detached. He immediately realized that something happened during your separation from you that greatly influenced this. He was trying to find out from you what exactly happened to you, intending to find out who was to blame for the fact that you changed so much

You told him that in your homeland you experienced violence from one of the higher demons. Even though you were safe now, the memories of what you went through haunted you. It was mentally hard for you. For the first time in your life something so traumatic happened and the only one you could trust was Valentino. It was only with him that you felt safe

Valentino was angry when he found out what happened to you. He wanted to destroy the one who did this to you, but for now he decided to help you. He was determined and was willing to spend a variety of resources to help you overcome traumatic memories. Only then will he take up the destruction of the one who caused you so much pain

🖥 Vox x succubus!Reader📱

You and Vox have been close for a long time. You were introduced by Valentino and for a long time there was quite a close relationship between you. Sometimes you went to Lust Ring to sort out your affairs, but each time you came back, but after your last departure home Vox lost all contact with you. It was like you were missing and he couldn't find you no matter how hard he tried to do it

When you met again, he was shocked by your changes. You've become much more detached, anxious, as if you were expecting an attack at any moment. You hardly slept and tried to spend time alone. Vox tried to find out what happened to you, but you tried to avoid his questions, as if you were afraid to talk about it. However, when he found you crying after a nightmare, he forced you to tell him the truth

While you were in Lust Ring, you were subjected to serious violence. What happened traumatized you greatly and you could not find the strength even to leave your home. You were hoping that a change of scenery would help you forget about what happened to you, but you were wrong. Nightmarish memories haunted your dreams and you couldn't find peace anywhere

Vox wasn't going to let you suffer from the memories. He took care of you and tried to help you move on. You didn't know he was going to deal with whoever did this to you. He wasn't going to let this man go unpunished. He had enough power to punish the culprit of your nightmares

💀Rosie x succubus!Reader🌹

You and Rosie have known each other for a very long time. She helped you settle in when you moved out of Lust Ring and gave you a job. You enjoyed spending time together. However, during one of the extermination, you disappeared. Rosie couldn't get in touch with you and wished she had insisted that you stay with her for that time. She assumed you were dead, but she found out pretty quickly that you weren't

You used to be bright, loud, attracting attention by your mere presence, but after a long separation you seemed only a shadow of your past self. She was very concerned about your condition and in the first place took care to help you. She understood that something had happened to you and it was someone's fault, but for now she wanted to help you recover a little bit from what happened

When your condition improved a little, you told Rosie about the violence that you had to go through. During the extermination, several demons attacked you and caused a lot of pain. They decided that if this is the last day in their lives, then they can hurt you. Rosie, who heard your story, showed understanding and concern for you, intending to stay with you and help you return to normal life again

Rosie understood that it would be difficult to get rid of the moral trauma, but she was ready to be with you. However, she was not going to leave the perpetrators unpunished. She had enough connections to destroy those who hurt you, while not leaving you alone. She couldn't let the culprits stay alive

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x succubus!Reader 🐍

For a long time you were under the protection of Lucifer. Almost all the inhabitants of Hell knew how much he valued you, so no one risked even trying to harm you or even look askance in your direction. Lucifer was sure that no one would harm you until you suddenly disappeared. He tried to find you and used many of his resources for this, until he found you

You were badly injured, it was visible to the naked eye. Lucifer has taken full care of you. He was ready to spend all his time to make your condition improve at least a little, but he did not forget that he also needed to find out who was to blame for what happened to you

You couldn't tell him what happened to you, but you were able to describe those who did it to you. That was enough for Lucifer. He had enough power to find and destroy those who hurt you. Only when he was sure that the culprits of your injury were no more could he breathe a sigh of relief and fully focus on helping you

Lucifer was well aware that the moral trauma would not disappear in an instant. He understood that it would take time for you to get back to your normal life at least a little, but he was ready for it. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt you again. He was ready for the fact that you had a long road to recovery

😈 Blitzø x succubus!Reader 🐴

Initially, Verosika introduced you and Blitzø. You were her friend, but when she and Blitzø broke up, your relationship got worse, because she thought you were on his side. You saw that even though Blitzø tried not to be discouraged, he was saddened. You tried to support him. You became closer than you were before, but one day you just disappeared. You stopped answering calls and showing up at home. This made him worried

He hoped that at least Verosika knew where you were, but it turned out not to be so. He was genuinely worried about you and was looking for you. He found you unconscious in a small alley. He hurried to take you home. When you regained consciousness, he managed to wash the dirt off you and treat your wounds. When you saw him, you cried and hugged him tightly, muttering his name. You weren't in a position to tell him what happened to you, but your wounds spoke for themselves. You were abused and Blitzø couldn't let it go like that

The events you have experienced have traumatized you greatly. You were afraid to go outside, you were constantly having nightmares and nightmarish memories haunted you in reality. Blitzø was the only one you trusted and to whom you decided to tell about what happened to you. When he found out what happened to you, he decided to avenge you

Blitzø tried to help you cope with your injury. He understood that your injury would be with you for at least a few months, but he was still there. He didn't want terrible memories to torment you, so he tried his best to help you and take care of you. He couldn't let you be in this state alone

🎶 Moxxie x succubus!Reader x Millie ⚔️

Millie and Moxxie met you at work. You worked in the office opposite and you found a common language pretty quickly. You often began to spend time with them during breaks at work, as well as outside of work. You became a part of their lives and their relationships, but when you didn't show up for work, they started worrying about you. Their anxiety increased when you didn't answer their phone calls

You met again when you finally showed up at work again, but it was hard for them to believe that it was you. You didn't react much to anything, you had dark circles from lack of sleep under your eyes and you generally looked like you had risen from the grave. They were very concerned about your appearance, as well as the fact that you flinched from a light touch on your shoulder. They understood that something had happened to you and intended to find out what

After you told them what happened to you, Moxxie completely focused on taking care of you. He understood that your morale was severely damaged, which is why he wanted to help you somehow. Millie was busy looking for those who did this to you. She was furious when she found out what happened to you. Her anger was as strong as if her husband had been hurt. She intended to get rid of your abusers with extreme cruelty

Moxxie and Millie couldn't forgive those who hurt you. You were dear to them and they couldn't leave you alone with your nightmares. They were ready to spend the rest of their lives with you even if it was necessary

🦉Stolas x succubus!Reader 🎩

From the very first day of your acquaintance, Stolas was interested in you. You spent a lot of time with him, even though his wife was against your communication. You gave him advice and helped him as much as you could. You were close. There was a special bond between you. Stolas treasured you, so when you suddenly disappeared, he became very worried and started looking for you. He was afraid that something might have happened to you

When he found you in your apartment, he was shocked by your condition. You looked like you had experienced all the torments of Hell. He hurried to hug you, feeling you tremble. You didn't say anything, but he understood that you needed care and attention to get you back to normal at least a little

He spent time with you for several weeks during which he tried to help you. When you finally told him what had happened to you, his anxiety only became stronger. He couldn't let those who did this to you go unpunished, but he also doubted that what happened was an accident

Stolas stayed with you, surrounded you with love and care, but he did not stop looking for those who are guilty of what happened to you, as well as those who were behind all this. He was sure that someone high-ranking was responsible for what happened to you and he intended to find out the identity of the culprit

🦉Stella x succubus!Reader 👑

You and Stella have known each other since you were young. You hid the fact that you had known each other for many years, but when she got married, you began to come to her house often and you spent time together. Especially often you began to see each other when she found out about her husband's infidelities. However, when you suddenly stopped coming and answering her calls, she started to worry. She didn't want to believe that you decided to break off your relationship in this way

When you came to her again, you didn't seem to have changed. She tried to find out what happened to you and why you didn't contact her, but you didn't talk about it. She didn't realize what had happened to you until one day you dozed off on the couch waiting for her. When she entered the room, she saw how you were shaking in your sleep. She hurried to wake you up and only then found out that you had a nightmare

You told Stella about why you were forced not to visit her for so long. You couldn't find the strength to come to her after what happened to you. You were afraid to even leave the house. Even now, the nightmarish memories did not leave you. You hoped that Stella would help you feel calmer, because you knew that she would never hurt you

Stella calmed you down and promised not to leave you in such a difficult situation for you. Only when she was left alone with herself did her anger take over. She was furious that someone dared to do this to you. The fact that you were a succubus did not allow you to be treated like this. She intended to destroy those who did this to you. She was ready to use a variety of ways to avenge you

🐍Striker x succubus!Reader👢

You and Striker have been in a relationship for a long time, but because of his work, he often left for a long time, leaving you alone. However, when he came home after a long absence, he found you in a pretty bad condition. You became apathetic, as if mentally you were constantly mentally somewhere very far away. This made him worried. Something obviously happened to you while he was gone

Every time he tried to find out from you what happened to you, but you hardly spoke, as if you didn't always hear him. He decided to postpone his work for a while until he finds out what happened to you. His assumption that something happened to you while he was away was confirmed by the fact that you had nightmares from which you woke up screaming

When you finally told him about what happened to you, Striker regretted that he left you alone for so long. While he wasn't around, you were attacked. The violence you were subjected to led to a moral trauma from which it was far from easy to get rid of, but Striker was not going to leave you in this state alone

Striker left you for a while only to personally kill those who hurt you. Only then did he come back to you. He hoped that he could help you get back to your usual way of life, even if it takes a long time. He wasn't going to leave you alone with your nightmares

🐓Asmodeus x succubus!Reader x Fizzarolli 🎪

You've been with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli for a long time. You were with them at every event and in your free time. The three of you were happy and no one in Hell dared to reproach you for it. However, your happiness was ruined when you suddenly disappeared. They were looking for you, but when they found you, they didn't even believe that it was really you

You looked like you'd been to a place much worse than Hell. You didn't talk much about what happened to you, but they both understood that something bad had happened to you and they weren't going to let it go like that. Asmodeus intended to find out who did this to you

Fizzarolli was there for you and supported you. He understood that you needed support and he took care of you while you were in such a serious condition. You told him about what happened to you and he told Asmodeus about what happened. Fizzarolli knew that Asmodeus would not let it go so easily. He was ready to help him find and destroy the culprit of your moral trauma

They were ready to do a lot to make you the succubus they were used to again, but they understood that you would not be the same, so they were ready to accept the new you, but to help you live a full life even despite the violence that you experienced

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Idia x GN!Reader (Smut)

This is my first smut😭I swear I will get better also I tried so hard to make Idia in character so I hope he really is<3

TW: smut, Yandere-ish behavior

Word count: 1.1k

(when I use italics it will mean inner monologue/their only think it in their head)

Idia had thought of you many times before. About how you looked so hot, how you always seemed to smell amazing even in gym class, the way your uniform pants really accentuated your ass.

He lived and breathed to see you under him and taking every inch like the good puppy you were. He wanted you. He needed you.

This time he will have you all to himself. There is gonna be no Grim, Ace, Deuce or any of your other friends to come In-between you two.

Idia found the perfect way for you two to be alone together. He had Ortho ask you weeks ago to do this anime marathon with him and to his surprise you said yes. Maybe you said it out of pity or maybe you said it because you genuinely wanted to spend time with him, either way it don’t matter because you’ll be with him.

*knock*

“Idia, its Y/N, are we still gonna have the marathon or are you not feeling it?”

🦗

“Idia?, should I-“

“NO! Hold on I’m getting the door!” Idia tucked away his inappropriate thoughts and grabbed the door handle tight enough his knuckles turned white. It’s happening! OMG ITS HAPPENING!! EEEEEEEEE!!

“H-hey, Y/N I thought I told you 9:00, It’s only 8:30?” Idia was delighted you arrived earlier it just means more time with you but he wasn’t prepared mentally for you yet.

“I thought we could start it early!” You became a little flustered “I also wanted to see you a little sooner.”

Idia was baffled. His hair started to turn pink and, now so was his hair. You wanted to see him? He can’t wait to show you what he really planned.

“C-come in!” Idia moved out of the way so you should slide in.

“I have everything set up and I bought all your favorite snacks and drinks!” Oh great seven let them love it!!

“Thanks Idia, I brought you some snacks and drinks too!” You giggled “Sooooo, should we start?”

“Y-yeah, yeah!”

☁️☁️

“Idia, you have been acting funny for the past 30 minutes.” Your eyebrows furrowed “What is wrong?”

“I’m g-good!” Idia slowly started to feel the sweat come down his face.

“You don’t look so good, should I get Ortho?” You couldn’t tell what was up with him. Is it me? Did I do something to upset him?

“Y/N, p-please, uhh, well I-!”

“Oh!” You look at Idia then look down.

Idia’s length was beginning to look pretty prominent in his pants.

“I’m sorry, I can’t control myself when you look like that!” Idia was bright red “You look so hot!”

You go to move away from him but he grabs you by your wrist. “Please, just sit and stay!” Idia’s voice is very desperate and, yet a little threatening. You sit and stay. Just like you’re told.

“Touch it, now.” Idia’s once weary voice turned commanding.

“I don’t know how.” Idia’s gaze falls on you but only for a second. Grabbing the edge of his pants and boxers he slides them down. Slowly his nimble fingers touch his member. He them takes it into his hand and reaches for yours. You let him, your curious.

He switches his hand for yours. You grasp it firmly and squeeze. Idia let’s out a soft gasp. “Y/N, up and down.”

Slowly working your way in an up and down motion was really working on him. He kept clenching his fists and panting.

“Am I doing good?” Your voice sounded so sweet to him he could only nod. You were not oblivious to the acts of sex nor were you to porn, you know what you had to do.

You move your body closer on the bed. Lowering your body and head so it’s closer to his length. Before you can put your mouth on it Idia pushes your head down hard, if it wasn’t for your hand in the way his shaft would be to the back of your throat.

Up and down. Is all the went through your head, it felt so good to be used like this. Idia may have been seen as some social regect but that man is really packing.

“Y/N, good so good.” Idia was encouraging you to move your hand so you can take more. Sucking, slurping, pants, and moans were all that filled the room, not even the TV could drown out the noise.

“I have wanted to do this since I first seen you.”

“You’re Perfect.”

“I need you and, only you.”

“Y/N, can you take all of my cum?” Idia looked down at you and continued to slam your head down, sloppily, and quicker than before. “Please, please, swallow all of it.”

You feel a warm sensation roll down the back of your throat. You pull your head back up and look to Idia. You swallowed just like he asked and now you want more. “Idia, please touch me too, it’s not fair.”

Idia grabs you roughly and positions you on your back. Sticking his fingers in his mouth and making them wet. He takes them to your entrance. Slowly sliding one finger in and then two fingers. Thrusting them in and out at a consistent motion.

Your soft pants give him more confidence. He slides in a third finger. You feel so good, you don’t even know if you can make it to the best part. You hold out and tell him “Idia, I’m ready, please fill me up.”

Idia wastes no time in discarding his pants and boxers. His only focus is you and he is gonna make you love every second of it.

He lines up with your entrance and it fits perfectly. It’s like you two were made for each other.

“Ah, Idia it hurts.” You clench around him unintentionally.

“Y/N, j-just breathe, please its ok.”

His hands gripped your thighs for support. He was going faster and faster. You felt like you couldn’t hold out anymore.

“Idia, I feel like I’m-“

“Hold on, you can’t not until I say so.”

“O-ok”

He was starting to loosen up. His thrusts were becoming inconsistent and sloppy. He was close.

“Y/N, I’m feeling like I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too, please let me.”

He picked up his pace more and more until he shot his warm fluids into you. Completely marking you as his own.

“Idia, I love you.” You panted out.

Ahhhhh!! My darling is really saying that!! I didn’t even have to threaten them!! “I love you too, Y/N.”

“I will always love you.”

☁️☁️

“Big brother, can I come in.”

🦗

“Big brother?”

“I am coming in.”

*door opens*

Aww, big brother and Y/N sleeping together, how cute. ☺️

*Cue Ortho grabbing the blanket and covering you both up more*

“Goodnight big brother, goodnight Y/N.” <3

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ignihyde #twisted wonderland smut #twisted wonderland Idia #idia x y/n #idia x reader #Idia x reader smut #Idia x reader lemon #twisted wonderland x reader #Idia x gn!reader

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i’m leaving tumblr, and here’s why (with receipts):

so i’ve recently been informed that i’ve been accused of being anti-black by @ava-du-mortain. this person is blocked but they have watched my blog for years, made multiple posts about me, but also started going into the direct messages of people who interact with me calling me racist.

firstly: i am not anti-black. i’m not racist. or at least i try my best not to be, and correct behaviors that are. please read this post in full before making assumptions about me.

(and for the record: i am not, and never have been, @songofsoma, but pap seems to be accrediting some of her posts to me (as seen above). she is her own autonomous person who has made apologies and will make her own response to this on her own blog.)

i have never ever engaged in arguing with pap out of hope they would leave me alone (block and move on is my motto) but this has continued, so i feel the need to now since the harassment has gotten so extreme and ended so many relationships. already pap has also gone to the lengths to message two separate artists that i have commissioned and paid money to. this has caused these artists to either cancel their commissions, block, or unfollow me (though both refunded me and were very kind in their parting). i covered their users to protect them from harassment.

in addition, a ton of mutuals have unfollowed me and deleted my art from their blog. i hope it’s a knee jerk reaction to such a terrible accusation. and i hope they’ll read my side of the story below.

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now for the accusations which have apparently warranted this level of stalking and harassment in response from pap:

first accusation: i spoke over poc voices.

my response: in october of 2022, pap was involved in harassing a small blog run by a POC for saying that nate was manipulative. this person romanced nate. it wasn’t a hate post.

for days, people in pap’s circle continued posting about them, and they were dogpiled by this friend group even after they apologized. as the dogpiling continued, i stepped in as a white person with a larger platform than them. i asked for their permission to step in and defend them. they agreed and thanked me.

this was the post i made:

i wasn’t trying to speak over anyone. i was using my platform to speak up in defense of a POC who was being bashed for talking about a POC character. however, i shouldn’t have done this. because whatever my intentions, ultimately i am a white person and it’s not my discourse to comment on. i was speaking out of turn. i’ve talked to POC friends since and they’ve told me this as well, and i listened to both them and pap, and i haven’t done anything like that again. so i’m genuinely very sorry, it was in poor taste, and i hope the fact that sort of behavior hasn’t repeated reflects the sincerity of that.

second accusation: in chapter 9 my fic, wants and wishes, they say i falsely accused felix of assaulting a white woman and then had him violently assaulted.

my response: this is, frankly, the most baffling accusation to me.

in chapter 9 of wants and wishes, frankie has a hickey on her neck from adam. when this is pointed out, adam deflects and says it could have been one of the other three members of unit bravo. the three boys begin to argue about who, other than adam, is most likely to have given her a hickey. at one point during the argument mason grabs felix by the shirt.

so a hickey that adam gave frankie and then tries to blame on the other members of unit bravo has been described as felix, a black man, being accused of choking frankie, a white woman. and mason grabbing felix by the shirt has been described as a violent assault. i really don’t know what to say about this, other than, to my knowledge, no one who has ever read wants and wishes has interpreted this chapter as that. including people of color.

i encourage you to read this chapter for yourself and then decide if it’s a black man being accused of assaulting a white woman and being violently assaulted rather than taking pap’s word. they linked the chapter but i don’t know how many people actually read it as opposed to just believing it.

also, what baffles me further: worse things happen to f in the games than having their shirt grabbed by mason? like, the fights with the trappers? getting injured in book 2? and murphy, who pap writes fanfiction about, actually violently attacks f and throws them into a wall so hard they can’t get back up in book one. but to my knowledge, pap has never called mishka out for writing a black man being violently assaulted, just me for having mason grab his shirt.

third accusation: i called a black person aggressive

my response: four years ago in the fall of 2019, i made an online friend. we were on and off talking for months, in the same servers, and shared some oc stuff together.

sometimes friendships don’t work. it happens with teenagers. i told them that me and some people found the jokes they made about other people’s OCs mean in nature.

i’m sensitive, i have autism, i take things literally by accident sometimes. i’ve grown up a lot since then, but when i was 18/19, if someone called my character stupid i wouldn’t realize it was a joke, and i would get hurt. when i communicated this, my friend disagreed that their jokes were mean. we stopped talking. later, i was accused of playing into the aggressive black stereotype by pap.

i was trying to communicate a boundary that i felt had been crossed in our friendship. i do not remember calling them aggressive, i haven’t seen any screenshots of me calling them aggressive, but this was years ago in 2021. i do know i called them mean for sure. possibly rude too.

i’m 22 now, i’ve been in therapy and learned about social scripts for autism, and if i were to be presented with this situation again i think i would handle explaining my feelings and setting my boundaries better. using words like mean aren’t a good way to set a boundary, they just make people defensive. but ultimately i can’t go back in time to when i was 19, so all i can do is grow from it and not do it again. and i haven’t.

and i doubt this past friend wants to talk to me, but i’m going to unblock them on discord if they want to me to make a personal apology to them for that. i’m not going to apologize to pap, the grown person who was not involved in this conflict between teenagers.

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when people of color began pointing out stretches in pap’s evidence against me, they deleted the comments and made this post, telling the non-black POC who disagreed with them and defended me to straight up die.

so take that as you will.

i’ve made mistakes but i’ve never told any person who disagrees with me to die, even as a joke. that’s genuinely so fucked to do to another human when you don’t know what’s going on behind the screen.

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conclusion: i really don’t understand why pap feels the need to go to such extremes over what happened in 2021 between me and someone who isn’t even them, or why they lied about the choking in that wants and wishes chapter. however i acknowledge my wrongdoing in involving myself in the race discourse surrounded nate, and again i apologize. truly, sincerely, deeply.

pap obviously doesn’t want me to grow from this situation or acknowledge that i might have since i was 19. but i’m going to try to anyway. fortunately i have POC friends both online and in real life who will call me out when i make mistakes like that nate post, and allow me to make amends and improve. and ultimately it’s their opinions that matter to me—not pap’s, or strangers online who have never met me.

you can believe i’m anti-black and unfollow me if you want. i understand. do whatever you need to feel safe in this space. that’s why i’ve been trying to do by avoiding this pap. i hope now that i’ve responded like they’ve wanted me to for years it will stop, but i doubt it. i’m sure they will tear this post apart in a response and call it insincere. there’s not really a point since i won’t be seeing it.

i don’t know if i’m ever returning. i love making wayhaven art but it’s just not worth it to stay in this environment.

final add on, tw for csa:

believe it or not i am a real person. so if you read this and still think i’m racist please just unfollow and block me. you don’t need to tell me, pap already has.

this whole thing with pap on tumblr has started to affect me in my real life. in february i started being treated by a therapist for five years of childhood sexual abuse from my father and i was using wayhaven as an unhealthy distraction from it. that’s why i wasn’t responding to the hate in my inboxes or the posts pap made. i’m in a fragile state and people around me were advising me not to because of that. but each time i ignored them their behavior would escalate, and now their messaging everyone i know that i’m racist and to not interact with me. it’s been really triggering in a lot of ways because i was shunned from my family when i tried to speak up and wasn’t believed. so i’m going to do what pap won’t and stop seeking out what’s having such a profoundly negative impact on me.

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— mars

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven #mars talks #cw: csa #cw: racism #long post

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coffee-in-veins · 9 months

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I was thinking again about how Dismas's Face Your Failure sucks, but tbh they kinda fucked up with the concept? To have Dismas kill a random guard doesnt really represent what went on and how it affected him, on the other hand, for him to face his failure by shooting that poor woman again would have been horrible and stupid.

There are very different types of backstory they tried to pigeonhole into the "failure" theme and to represent it by a single NPC gets even more awkward. You have Para killing the result of her horrid experiment, good, ok, makes sense. But Audrey kills her husband which she has no reason to regret killing in the first place, only that she didn't get away with it, Bonnie is faced with the adult that tortured her as a kid (is her failure running away from a fucking cult???)... then Barristan has to kill the ghosts of people led to their deaths and genuinely regrets doing so. Damian has to beat himself like he doesn't do that shit every day.

I'm sure if this was an anime it would all make sense, with dialogue and the evil shades taunting the heroes by distorting what went on, but as is stands, it's just forced. It's no Come Unto Your Maker in terms of impact, that's for sure

thank you for the ask!

sorry i'm slow with those lately ^^' too much irl shite falling on my lap... i am genuinely happy to receive asks, but i barely have much strength to do more than reblog some nice art lately. my bad.

i hope the length of it will make up for how late it is.

frankly, i refuse to engage with DD2 on principle and do my best to forget it exists, so where i feel comfortable discussing DD1 and my knowledge of it, in DD2 I can mostly speak based on youtube walkthroughs and my spite.

please, bear in mind that i'm biased. i'm still salty at DD2, and what i let slide in DD1, i meticulously dissect in DD2. so if this bothers you, i'm genuinely sorry. i can't help it. this was why i tried my best to distance from DD2 entirely.

that includes the little arsonist. i still can't help but resent her for taking space away from someone from the old cast. so i can't say anything about Bonnie, sorry.

Dismas is just a whole mess in his own league, as I mentioned before. and it's too depressing for me to dig into it fully, but the way the game is now (to my knowledge) it seems that his biggest 'failure' is getting out of a 'hellish' prison which had left such a lasting impact on his psyche that he has nightmares about it instead of some eldritch horrors. which imo speaks volumes about his time there.

frankly, for me Para is firmly in a 'this is not as traumatizing as they make it out to be' category. the guy was already dead, and based on narration, he was dead before she found him (where in DD1 comic this fact was up to debate). morally, at least in my eyes, it is no worse than autopsy. is autopsy immoral? no, not really. it doesn't hurt anyone. the corpses don't really care what happens to them. she basically created a Gaunt and we see no proof that Gaunts are sentient or can comprehend what is happening to them. for all intents and purposes, Para made a zombie, and then killed a zombie. the only change was that she used to know the basis of said zombie. was that traumatic for her? most likely, in a way every failed experiment of such magnitude is. was it immoral since the guy was dead and wasn't technically there anymore…? ehhhh… no? not in my head, at least. it definitely didn't warrant the place of her biggest failure - after all, she continued her trade, in DD1 at least, and there she was quite self-assured and willing to do what it takes to battle illnesses of Hamlet.

Audrey actually got away with killing her husband. the problem was that she got his debts too, as the new Lord of her household. so to not lose the lifestyle she had, she resorted to grave robbing. later, she either didn't get away with that, or got way too into it for the thrills. if anything, my bet would be on her regretting not killing him sooner, before the debts. i can't see any point where he would be her failure. marrying him? well, considering the age and her noble lineage, being a woman and narrator's phrase about her "Born into money, and married into more", marrying her husband was hardly her own decision, so not a failure in that regard, too. unless RH are implying very, very dubious things, i fail to see any scenario where he is her fault, worthy of 'Face your Failure' yelled at her face.

Barristan we get to see in both DD1 and DD2 seemed to be post-redemption arc, personally. well, save for few barks in DD1 afflictions (man, i miss how jaded and pointed they were unlike what i've seen in DD2...), but in DD1 everyone was much more at each other's throats and less sanded off to be mellow when they were afflicted, imo. but i digress. so, guardian grandpa felt like he had had his redemption arc already, before the game even started. he fucked up, he made amends, he learned his lesson. making him re-kill the ghosts is just a dick move from writers, imo.

i'm lowkey afraid to ask who Junia and Sarmenti get. because i dunno. i have my guesses, but if they are true, then i'm... i'm not even disappointed, i'm just tired.

Damian is... well, he simply is. i can get a separate rant about him, but boy, i have a lot of punches for the way the narrative worked with him. granted, he appeared when the levels of my blood salt regarding DD2 were reaching organ-failure levels (guess like Damian himself), but boy, did the RH did him dirty! not only in handling him, but also with going the most stupid, the most cheap option of self-fight.

however, and that's one huge however.

however, there's one character who, to me, outshines all this crap.

the most baffling example for me personally has to be Baldwin. the game made a very pointed, on the nose, blatant effort of showing him like the only actually undeniably good guy from the whole roster. he is kind, humble, loving, and is a 2-meter tall disney princess in disguise considering how each of his official artwork features small birds loving him and sitting on his hands. i don't even know what he gets as a Failure. his advisers? he dealt with them in more ways than one. the beggars he selflessly helped got leprosy from? if yes, this is undoubtedly not-as-good of a character anymore. does he just get to slap the boss for 200 HP because he's a gigachad or something? i'm genuinely confused.

as i said before, given the game's narrative, Face Your Failure makes no goddamn sense, and i stand by those words.

not only it feels cheaper than Come Unto Thy Maker (you can't straight out DIE from it afaik) it's not a hindrance - it's outright your way to win. unless you play with a vestal who has 0 attack skills, this is not a thing which makes the fight harder (like Come Unto Thy Maker does, progressively reducing your damage output and safety options), it does the exact opposite! why? why would the big bad make this fight easier for you to win? ugh! are we going for the 'i know you are in there somewhere' fights? is the guy called Hateful God for fuck's sake playing along with you, pulls his punches and secretly wishes you well? WHY would he??

excuse me, i need to read some soft reymas else thinking about this will put me into salt-induced frenzy.

#my shoebox of letters #Grievings of the mountain || discussing dd2 #darkest dungeon 2 #dd2 spoilers

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A Close Reading of Ivy and Zelkov's Support Chain (and why I ship it)

These are just the opinions of an internet rando. Take it with a grain of salt. I am probably (definitely) reading too much into things here, but what else is fandom for? That disclaimer out of the way, go watch Ivy and Zelkov’s supports. I’ll wait…

Great, right? It makes a difference to hear the voice acting. I think it brings shades of meaning to the words. Plus both actors did an amazing job. Anyway, on to my (hopefully coherent) analysis.

C Support:

Ivy: Ugh…

Zelkov: What is the meaning of this sound, Princess Ivy?

Ivy: Just a headache.

Zelkov: I hope you are not overworking yourself.

He sounds so genuinely concerned here. Looking at all his supports together, it’s obvious how much he wants to take care of the people around him, whether he realizes it or not.

Ivy: I’m fine. And there is no need to pretend you care. I know you are not fond of me.

She’s clearly upset about the fact she thinks he doesn’t like or truly care about her. She doubts his motives and his honesty, likely due to her childhood experiences with the Elusian court. I’m going to note the use of the word “fond” here. It suggests something softer and more affectionate than if they had just used the word “like.”

Zelkov: Hm. Let me make this absolutely clear. My concern for your well-being is genuine. It is, after all, my responsibility.

Ivy: Hmm…

Zelkov: Yet for some reason, it concerns you whether I have fond feelings toward you. So, allow me to state it plainly. I do not have fond feelings toward you, Princess Ivy. I see such things as irrelevant. Whatever my sentiments may be, what matters is that you have my obedience.

He is very careful to keep her at arms length. My interpretation would be that, due to his past, he tries not to get close to people for fear of losing them. He chooses to minimize and leave his feelings unexamined (“whatever [his] sentiments may be…”), in favor of focusing on his work.

Ivy: What a curious thing for my own retainer to say. But that’s a relief. I don’t like you either.

This, to me, sounds like she’s lashing out in order to hurt him for his supposed dislike, and also to protect herself. I don’t like you, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t like me. But note that he never actually says that he doesn’t like her, just that he isn’t “fond” of her.

Zelkov: I will obey you regardless.

He doesn’t particularly seem to want agency over his own life, which goes with his philosophy of “killing time until time kills you.” His work is all that matters, so he’s just going to do whatever Ivy tells him to. But he doesn’t just obey orders. He sees her well-being as his responsibility (i.e. he can’t help but feel the need to take care of her).

Ivy: So good to hear.

Some sarcasm from Ivy. What I get from this C support is two people whose perceptions are colored by their traumatic pasts. They’re both acting indifferent trying to protect themselves from being hurt.

B Support:

Zelkov: There is nothing quite so isolating as pain. It cannot be explained. The only window to understanding it is experience. Does that mean we are destined to be strangers to one another? Not at all. For we possess the gift of wisdom, by which we may intuit what we cannot see. I have distilled this wisdom to its essence. I have corked it within this tincture. This vessel encapsulates the light which will dispel the dark fog of your isolation.

Ivy: … I’m sorry, what is happening? What is this?

Zelkov: Headache medicine.

So this whole exchange is funny, but when you really look at the meaning of what he’s saying, it’s pretty touching. It’s due to their past (emotional) pain that both of them isolate themselves, but he’s here showing her sympathy. He wants to stop her from being in pain.

Ivy: You’re saying you made this? For me?

She sounds so happy.

Zelkov: Yes. As your retainer, I have a duty to serve you by every available means.

Ivy: I… Thank you.

And then she sounds so disappointed.

Zelkov: Your thanks are unnecessary. I am only doing my duty.

Once again he’s trying to push her away and convince himself that he’s only doing his job.

Ivy: … Thank you for reaffirming exactly why I dislike you. That said… I admit I appreciate your honesty. Many in your position would flatter or lie. You speak your mind. I respect that.

So she never explicitly says why she dislikes him, but what exactly did he do that reaffirmed it? Well, he was pushing her away, treating her like a responsibility rather than a person. She wants so badly for him to like her as a person. Despite being disappointed, she’s still grateful for the gesture, so she tries to be nice in return. She’s been surrounded by flatterers and liars her whole life, so his blunt honesty is something she values (although I don’t think Zelkov’s being totally honest with himself about his own motivations).

Zelkov: I, uh…

When she praises him is the only time I can think of that he gets tongue tied like this.

Ivy: Did you…have something more to say?

She really wants him to have something more to say.

Zelkov: Apologies, Princess Ivy. The sentiment merely surprised me. I will take my leave and attend to my other duties. Rest well.

He would probably take it at face value when she says she doesn’t like him. Once again, he distracts himself with work to avoid thinking about his feelings.

Ivy: I will. Thank you, Zelkov.

She sounds genuine here and is smiling. The B support is sort of a two steps forward, one step back situation. They’re both reaching out to each other, even if they can’t quite admit it to themselves.

A Support:

Ivy: Zelkov, I have something for you.

Zelkov: A paintbrush? Is this for me?

Ivy: Yes. To thank you for the headache medicine. I understand you’re a painter. But if you have no need for it, feel free to get rid of it.

Despite the fact that she said she doesn’t like him, she wants to give him a gift to show her gratitude for his kindness (even though she thinks he doesn’t like her and is just doing it out of a sense of obligation). She’s taken some initiative in finding out about him as a person and not just as her retainer. Although, once again she tries to protect herself by acting cool, saying that it’s really not that big of a deal and that she wouldn’t care if he threw it away.

Zelkov: On the contrary─I will take exquisite care of it. Thank you.

I don’t think he’s used to people being kind to him.

Ivy: I’m…glad you like it.

Zelkov: I… Princess Ivy, I hope you know I enjoy my work. In fact, when I have a task before me, it is my way to immerse myself in it entirely. In those times, and only those times, my mind is truly at peace. So long as I am your retainer, so long as there is work to do…I have a purpose. That is how deeply I appreciate working for you.

He responds very intensely to her gift. Put another way, he’s saying “My purpose is to be your retainer.” That’s a pretty strong statement. He must find something in Ivy very valuable if that’s the case. This does also show how little meaning he sees in his own life.

Ivy: I see. If that’s true, then I’m happy to have you.

She’s still hesitant to take him at his word (“if that’s true…”), but she’s pleased to hear that he enjoys working for her regardless.

Zelkov: These are indeed my true feelings. You know I am unwilling to lie or flatter.

Ivy: Yes, you’ve made that clear.

She’s laughing here.

Zelkov: I hope you will never hesitate to delegate any task to me. I would die for you, my liege, and gladly.

Fellas, is it romantic to say you would gladly die for someone? I mean, he’s saying “I would do literally anything for you.” It seems fairly obvious to me that if Zelkov were to theoretically fall in love with someone he would be completely, head-over-heels, obsessed with them. He never gives anything less than 110%.

Ivy: Gladly? Despite your lack of fond feelings toward me?

She’s feeling things out here, curious (hopeful?) about his change in attitude. Even at this point she seems guarded. I think it would be hard for her to accept the idea that someone (you know, hypothetically) loved her. She would need a lot of reassurance.

Zelkov: My feelings… may have changed. I now think of you as an acceptable liege.

Before, he was able to express his feelings by talking about how much he appreciated his work, but when it comes to talking about his feelings for her, he has a much harder time.

Ivy: I find you acceptable as well, Zelkov.

Based on the tone of voice, I don’t think being called “acceptable” was quite what she wanted, but she is also terrible at talking about her feelings.

Zelkov: Hm, kind of you to say.

Ivy: However, dying for my sake is not a task to which I will assign you. Gladly or otherwise. Consider yourself under strict orders to survive as you continue to serve me.

Telling someone not to die for you kind of seems like basic human decency, but when you think about them being liege and retainer, it would be part of the job description. Taking into account the conversation in chapter 10 where she gives him and Kagetsu the opportunity to leave, this is the second time she’s shown that she values his life above his responsibilities to her. She doesn’t consider her life as being more important than his. Digging into the subtext a bit, with his statement about “So long as I am your retainer, so long as there is work to do…I have a purpose.” (among other things he says) you get the feeling that the man is only holding on by a thread. “...Survive as you continue to serve me” would be a way of saying “Don’t do anything drastic. Stay with me.”

Zelkov: You may rely on me, Princess Ivy.

“I won’t die. I’ll continue to be here for you.”

They still haven’t quite let down their walls, but they at least have come to an understanding. Their B and A supports are a very subtle back and forth of them putting themselves out there and the other responding in kind. For these two, that feels very significant.

Even from my first viewing of their supports (which was before I shipped them) it felt like Ivy was all into him in their C and B, and then when he admitted that he did like her in their A support her response was strangely reserved. You could come up with some reason, like she wasn’t expecting his reaction and didn’t properly know how to respond (and I mean… fair). Or maybe she was thrown off by the use of the word “acceptable” and isn’t quite sure how he really feels. Or maybe the idea of having someone feel that strongly about her scared her and caused her to withdraw a bit. But I think it really comes down to Fire Emblem having three short supports to create a whole character arc, and in this game they have to be platonic (although some definitely read more romantically than others).

And here’s where I get into my own shippy interpretation. They each have what the other desperately wants. They supply something to the other that is missing from their life. Ivy very much wants to be valued as a person. She wants someone to make her feel safe and cared for. Zelkov wants to be needed and have someone to take care of. She needs to be loved and he needs someone to love. But of course she would love him because he loves her and he would love her because she loves him until they’re in this continuous feedback loop of being obsessed with each other.

[Edit 2: I had a thing here about how it might not be the healthiest relationship (and sure, it's not) but I'll replace that with a hot take. A therapist definition of a healthy relationship is tepid as hell. If both of you aren't head over heels, willing to do anything the other asks, in love, then I don't want it. Note that I said BOTH. Also note that I'm just an idiot on the internet and this is not advice and you shouldn't have fictional characters as relationship goals.]

[Edit 1: I wanted to add a few other thoughts here. In every fic I've read where the two of them interact in any significant way, they always have the best relationship. (And I don't mean that in a shippy way, since I'm just about the only one writing Zelai fics.) It's always clear that Zelkov knows and understands Ivy better than anyone, and Ivy trusts Zelkov completely. And it recently came to my attention that there are TWO people in the game who can't say the word "love" when engaged with Sigurd. Two emotionally stunted people who just can't admit to having feelings. I swear it makes me go crazy.]

#fire emblem engage #fe engage #zelkov #ivy (fire emblem)#Me? Obsessing over my OTP? Never!#engage brainrot #zelai

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aj-2cfu · 1 month

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The frienemy project part one

Staring at her phone, she watched as the bubbles popped up, signaling that her brother was typing. She sighed when the text finally came in, reading

‘Tell me when you get home. Ok?’

She slightly shook her head but not in a way of disdain. She knew he was just making sure she was safe

Ava was flying back from Tokyo Japan and back home to New York. She had gone for her relatives who hadn’t seen her in quite a few years. She figured it was time to pay a visit. The trip lasted 14 days and as fun as it was, she was ready to go home.

She looked out the window and smiled. The city was beautiful as the sun shone down on all its glory. She’s glad she made this trip.

Hearing the lady on the speaker say it was time to board her flight, she checked her phone quickly, the face of it reading 4:50

She pocketed her phone and grabbed her bags, waiting in line until she could board

—-

Making her way into the plane, she looked for the seat H-2, which was somewhere in the back. Once she found it, she sat down and got comfortable, pulling out her computer and finishing her study on a crystal that was deemed very rare

About 20 minutes had gone by and she was done. People were still boarding the plane, but not many had gone as far back as she was.

‘Maybe I’ll get to ride by myself this time’ she thought hopefully, grimacing at the memory of lady she had sat by on the way here. It wasn’t her fault that her baby was crying the whole time, but the 14 hour ride had been stressful until the child finally managed to fall asleep

Looking around at the nearly empty compartment, the girl put her headphones on and then looked back at her computer, starting to type up another chapter of the story she was making.

Just when she thought she could be alone, she heard a voice- no. Multiple voices coming closer to her as she tried to ignore it and keep typing

“Im so tired” one voice whined, seeming very exhausted by the way he said it. “We get it Leo. You have said it 36 time just in ten minutes” another monotone voice came. “Eh, who’s counting” the first voice asked “I am” the second answered. “Knock it off” a deeper gruff voice said next. “Just get to your seats” it finished

Than, taking off her headphones, the girl saw two boys pass by, looking at the seats intently

The first one, was dressed in blue, he had bleached, curly chin lengthened hair, tan skin and vitiligo, which seemed to be shaped in almost crescents, with spots around them. His jacket zipped halfway down to reveal a white tank top under and shorts where what he was wearing for bottoms. He looked back, a Cheshire smile on his face “I found our seats Donnie~” he called, almost taunting

“Oh fantastic” a voice muttered sarcastically “sorry if that sounded sarcastic. Im genuinely happy you did” the next boy said, who had a purple hoodie on and black jeans. Headphones around his neck. His skin was a pretty dark brown and he had dreads around shoulder length, which was tied back by the purple bandanna around his head.

“I know!” The one named Leo said, as a reassurance that he understood.

She could feel herself blushing. Why were these two so damn attractive?? What gave them the right??

She turned her head away from the one who she identified as Donnie, who just narrowed his eyes at what he though was “weird behavior”

She looked around and saw he wasn’t there anymore and she let out a sigh, only to see he and Leo where.. sitting behind her.. this was just lovely

“Ralph!” Leo called, and as he said it, another guy in an outfit which consisted nearly of one color, came walking into the row, dragging a smaller boy, who only rolled his eyes as he was thrown into the seat next to her

She looked at the guy and her mouth felt like it had dropped on the floor. This guy was over six feet tall, large shoulder and body build, which consisted of A-LOT of muscle. He wore dark jeans, a red tank top and a small necklace. He had short curls in his hair, which were also dyed red, dark brown skin and a sharp eyes.

The boy next to her had longer curls, the tips died orange. He had dark orange shorts and a multicolored jacket which wasn’t zipped up showing that he was wearing a black t shirt, which seemed to have orange paint in some places. His skin was a bit lighter than the guy dressed in red, who she learned was Raph. The boy had a younger looking face than the other three, giving him an almost innocent look

‘Oh great.. all of them are handsome as fuck and here I am looking like trash’ she thought to herself, and subconsciously she pulled out a mirror and started to check herself. Once she realized what she was doing, she quickly shoved the mirror back into her pocket, not wanting to believe she was even caring

The youngest looking one, whose name she had still not got, looked over at her and asked what she was doing.

“I’m writing a story” she answered, trying to ignore how close he was to her as he leaned over “can I read it?” She fidgeted with her hands as she moved her legs to keep her computer out of view. The boy studied her reaction and smiled lightly

“It’s fine. You don’t have to show me if you don’t want” she was very glad he said that, though she still felt bad “I’m sorry” she muttered, still typing to hurry up and finish the chapter

“No, it’s fine! I understand. Sometimes I make things and I’m scared people are going to judge them”

..judge her story? Was that what she was afraid of?

She was about to say something but stopped when he jumped in his seat “OH!” He exclaimed, sitting back down awkwardly once he realized what he had just done

“Sorry! I just figured out what I had forgotten!” She tilted her head and nodded. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey” he said, smile literally beaming as he looked at her. She felt taken aback by his friendly attitude.

She sat there for a moment before answering with “nice to meet you. I’m Ava” Mikey’s eyebrows raised “Ava? That’s a pretty name!” He said, making her gush a bit. “Oh- thanks.. it’s not really anything special”

Just than, the one directly behind her stood up and said smugly “I’m Leonardo. But you can call me any time” Ava could hear Mikey and Donnie groan loudly, saying things like “leave her alone that that!” And “Leo, nobody wants to hear your awful one liners”

Ava shook her head, trying to hide the blush that was rapidly forming on her face. Leo caught this and smirked “see? She likes it!” The said girl started to smack her self in the face

“Leo, just because she’s blushing doesn’t mean she likes it. It could be from anger or embarrassment!” Mikey shot back, grabbing Ava’s arms in attempts to get her to stop hitting herself

She was blushing because what he had said, but she wasn’t about to correct Mikey. She was actually really glad he had said something

“Alright alright, I’m sorry Ava. In all seriousness, you can call me Leo” the boy said, patting her shoulder in reassurance. Mikey nodded, thankful that Leo hadn’t embarrassed him in front of a potential friend.

“So who’s the one in purple?” Ava asked, knowing full well who he was, but she also wanted to hear his full name. Based on what Leo and Mikey’s names were, it had to be something longer than Donnie. Only one name came to mind but she wanted to be sure

“That’s a need to know basis” Donnie said, not looking up at her as he scrolled his phone. “Donnie. No need to be rude.” Mikey told him, a look of disapproval on his face

“She doesn’t NEED to know-“

“That’s Donatello. Donnie for short” Leo interrupted. Donnie growled and glared at the boy next to him. “Seriously???” He questioned. Leo shrugged “you just had to introduce yourself. It’s not that hard”

Ava turned back forward in her seat when she heard the plane was starting to move. She and Mikey were seated comfortably and chatted as the plane started going up. Behind them, Ava could hear Leo squealing quietly as the plane made its way into the air

“I love it when this happens!!” He told Donnie, excited clearly. “I don’t” Donnie exasperated, putting earplugs in his ears which reminded Ava that the way up would make her ears feel weird. Mikey didn’t seem to mind at all as he just kept chatting about hobbies he had

Which consisted of drawing, painting, reading comics, skateboarding, watching his favorite shows, beating his brothers at video games and such

From the way he talked about his brothers, he clearly thought very fondly of them.

“Yeah so anyways, Leo was crying like a little baby when he landed on his face” Mikey said, laughing as he told a story about when Leo was trying to show off and ended up tripping

Leo scoffed and leaned over Ava’s seat to glare at Mikey “you trying to ruin my reputation with the new friend?? And just so you know Ava, that NEVER happened. I didn’t cry”

“Yes you did. I have it on video” Donnie said, now also coming into the conversation. “Whose side are you on??” Leo asked, now also glaring at his brother. The two started to argue

“How old are all of you??” Ava asked suddenly, which stopped the two from further discussing wether or not Leo cried when he face-planted

“I’m 16. Donnie and Leo are twins, they are 17. And Raph is 18” Mikey quickly answered. Ava looked back and met eyes with the one named Raph, who was sitting in the far back. He gave a small wave. She returned it and sat back down. “How bout you?” He asked her. “I’m also 17”

“When’s your birthday??” Leo asked, a smug smile on his face. “February 5. What about you?” She asked, still not sure why Leo was looking at her like that

Leo gasped and dramatically groaned, laying back into his seat and covering his face with his hands. “She’s older than me?? Are you serious??” His words muffled into his hands

“She’s older than me too. It’s not a big deal” Mikey said, lips in a thin line showing he wasn’t very amused with how dramatic his older brother was acting.

“Everyone is older than you” Leo shot back, now sitting up. “That’s not true!!” Mikey snapped

“When’s your birthday?” Ava asked and Donnie shot her a look “don’t tell her that” he tried to say to Leo but it no avail. “August 13” he said quickly, smirking at Donnie

“Fine. Don’t listen to a thing I say” Donnie grumbled, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms, clearly annoyed with his brothers antics

“He’s embarrassed because he shares a birthday with me” Leo said, an edge of arrogance in his tone. “Your insufferable” was all Donnie said as he rolled his eyes and looked back to his phone

“Hey Mikey, you want to watch anything?” Ava asked, pulling out her computer and getting into Netflix. Mikey’s eyes lit up “yes I would! Oooo, let’s get some snacks!” He said, searching in his bag by his feet and pulling up a bag of chips and pretzels. “Want some?” He asked, holding out the bag of chips to her

“Yeah sure hold up” she said, getting the Oreos she had packed for the trip. Normally she doesn’t like sweets but Oreos are ok. Mikey took some when they were offered to him, humming in satisfaction as he chewed the sweet.

“Alright, what do you want to watch?” She asked, handing him a headphone, which he took gingerly. “Anything really” he said, eyes focused as she scrolled for something. Eventually she came across friends and clicked it. She looked at Mikey for approval, who just stared at it for a moment. “Have you seen friends?” She asked and he shook his head

“So episode one?” She asked. He shrugged “yeah I don’t mind!” She went to season one and clicked the first episode, letting it play.

A little bit later, Leo had noticed the two and stood up. “Ooo, are we watching something??” His eyes than landed on the Oreos, eyes gleaming in delight “can I have some?” He asked, pointing down to them

Ava was about to answer but Mikey beat her to the punch “no way! Bring something to share first!” He told him. Leo gave a chuckle “oh ho ho. Luckily for me, I did” he than pulled out a whole pizza, much to everyone’s, even Donnie’s surprise

“Wh- where did you get a whole ass pizza???” Mikey asked, now seeming annoyed. “That’s for me to know and you to find out” Leo told him, handing Ava and Mikey a slice. Ava than gave Leo a couple Oreos, who was more than grateful. “Leo..” Mikey seethed lowly. Leo saw the look on his younger brothers face and playfully rolled his eyes ��relax Michael. I got it on the way here”

Mikey huffed and went back to watching the show. Leo was going to sit back down but his interest was piqued when he saw the show they were watching. “Can I watch with you guys?” He asked. Ava had to stop herself from smiling. These guys were honestly really fun to be around. She would totally have to get their numbers later

She than, without any word, took the earphones out of the jack to the computer and leaned her seat back so leo could see. Mikey than looked over at Donnie, who only sighed and nodded. Mikey smiled and leaned his seat back as well to see the show

About an hour later, Leo had already deemed Joey and Rachel as his favorite characters, making little comments like “that’s something I would do” whenever Joey did something funny

Leo then said “Ross is just like Donnie” upon hearing this Donnie put down his phone and started to watch as well and after a bit became amused when he saw that indeed, the character Leo had mentioned did share similar feelings on certain subjects. Ava didn’t know that Donnie had been watching but Leo and Mikey did.

“I personally like phoebe” Mikey said, putting his hand to his chest to make a bigger point. Ava finally realized Donnie had been paying attention once he said “yeah she’s weird. Like you”

Mikey scoffed and threw a middle finger Donnie’s way, who only ignored it.

—-

Another couple hours past and they had moved on from watching stuff to now chatting and getting ready to sleep. The computer was still on, but it was playing quiet music. Both teens in front had their seats lowered still to converse with Donnie and Leo in the back

Mikey had gotten a blanket out and shared it with Ava, who laid back and listen to Leo talk about what he liked and such.

“You want a pillow?” Mikey asked, holding it out for her. She had already accepted sharing his blanket but she wasn’t about to accept this. “No thank you” he just blinked and handed it to her. “What? I just said-“

“I have another one” he said, pulling out a pillow identical to the one he had just given her, laying on it and putting his hands behind his head as he continued to listen to the conversation Leo and her where having

“And so now Donnie over here was all like “you can’t do it. And I was like “yes I can. And guess what? I did it!” Leo exclaimed, finishing the story on how he had beat the pizza stack record.

Donnie scoffed and said “I assure you. It won’t happen again” a wide smug grin spread across Leo’s face “that’s exactly what he said last time” he told Ava, who chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“It’s getting late” Mikey said softly, staring at the time on his phone, which read 11:03. That meant that six hours of the ride had already passed by.

“You’re right. I’m kinda tired” Ava said, leaning back in her chair and yawning lightly. Mikey sighed contentedly as he snuggled up on his ginormous fluffy blanket. Behind her, Ava could hear Leo and Donnie getting their blankets and lying down.

“Hey Ava?” Mikey’s voice came from the silence on the plane. “Yeah?” She asked, leaning over to him so she wouldn’t disturb the other two. “Are we friends?” He asked, looking over at her. She sucked in a breath and blinked in thought before answering “yeah, we are friends. You guys are pretty cool”

Mikey smiled “that’s great. You’re pretty cool too” the girl could feel her emotional walls start to come down. “Thanks Mikey” she said, pulling the blanket further up her arms and looking back only to flinch and go “Jesus!” As she saw a pair of wide eyes staring at her. It took her a moment to register that it was just Leo’s sleep mask

“You ok?” Mikey asked, not opening his eyes. “I’m fine. Leo’s sleep mask scared the shit out of me” she answered, still shaken up by the sight

“HA! It worked!” Leo exclaimed as quietly as he could. Donnie groaned, rolling to his side to try and sleep.

From the back, Raph could hear the two talking. To be honest, he had heard the four of them talk for hours. A small part of him had wished to be part of it, but he also wanted to listen and hear how she was towards his younger brothers.

From the way they all interacted, the three younger brothers seemed to have no issue with her. Of course Donnie was being a bit edgy, but he’s always like that. He heard them all tell jokes and exchange stories about their childhoods, their hobbies and such, before they started to watch a show. He didn’t know what it was, but his brothers seemed to enjoy it, so that’s all that matters to him.

Honestly, just with how she was with them, he already liked her. He just hoped she would accept them if they ever showed her their true selves

———

Ava woke up being shaken awake by Mikey. The plane had landed. The clock said it was 6:34. It confused her for a moment before she remembered. Ahh right. Time zone change. She looked back and saw Leo and Donnie getting packed up. Raph already next to the two

“Thanks for letting me use your pillow and blanket last night” she said, running her fingers through her hair to try and attempt to brush it out.

Mikey smiled “no problem!” He said, handing her a hairbrush once he noticed what she was doing

“Can’t have my new bestie being uncomfortable right?” He finished. Ava smiled lightly, handing him his pillow which he put in his bag. Ava went around him and tried to grab her bags, I say try because Mikey got to them first, lifting them out of the compartment above them and setting them down

“Thank you!” Ava said, surprised that he did that for her. “No problem!” Mikey answered back

Looking at him, a small part of the girl was sad that the plane ride had ended so soon.

“UM. Who said she was YOUR bestie??” Leo asked, swinging an arm around the girls shoulders. “Me!” Mikey answered and Leo was about to say something before Raph came and interrupted. “Let’s get moving”

Leo moved his arm from her shoulders and stood next to her as they walked forward.

“What do you guys plan on doing when you get off?” Ava asked, hoping to continue talking with them before inevitably parting ways. “Get food I hope” Mikey answered and Leo nodded “let’s get ice cream. I’m feeling some cookies and cream!” Mikey nodded vigorously

“Hey Raph! Can we get ice cream when we get off?” Leo asked, shooting a look behind him towards his older brother. Raph sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure if that’s what everyone wants”

“Yes!” Mikey said. “How bout you Donnie?” Leo asked, looking over at said teen. “Sure” was all he answered with.

“Great! I’ll pay” Leo told them. Leo then stared at Ava “you should join us! Unless you have other plans” Ava nodded. “I’m sorry I do” it hurt her to say that, but it was true. She was going to head to the store that held Bluetooth items, maybe pick up a snack then head home

“Aw man” Leo said, sounding genuinely disappointed. “Maybe next time” he finished.

—-

Now off the plane, Ava and the boys said their goodbyes and went different ways. She could hear their excited chatter as it echoed through the air port. She smiled and made her way to the Bluetooth store

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walkingstackofbooks · 1 year

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DS9 2x13 Armageddon Game thoughts (rewatching, so possible future spoilers)

Julian does seem to like monologuing XD

Miles giving Julian all the credit and Julian being so reluctant to accept it - my heart, I cannot!

"I suppose another day won't kill me" ...but it almost will! Foreshadowing!

Miles saving Julian when he had been well-hidden and Julian very much wasn't!

These officials are very good at lying, I'll give them that

Callback to Miles' defence of rations earlier in the season XD

Oh, he's ever the doctor and I love how consistently that shows

And I love it how Miles' experience is coming out with him knowing that the best thing is not to move

Aw, Julian biting his lip after offering to help: knowing he's an augment, this can definitely be seen as him deciding to put a more unusual skill he shouldn't have out there, possibly rising exposure, for it be dismissed

I'm glad we're shown how upset and shaken the crew are at the news of death. Their faces in Sisko's office are just... <3

This whole conversation Julian and Miles are having about women isn't quite banter, but it would be if they were friends. I really don't know if Julian is winding Miles up on purpose to get his mind off the situation, knowing what he's doing, or if he is just an idiot.

( Though ngl, my Julian/Miles addled mind is reading this as Julian totally overcompensating to cover up his massive crush on Miles by going on about women.)

Doctor Julian is best Julian

KEIKO MY BELOVED I wish you didn't have to feel this way

I am SO curious what is in Julian's diary. I suppose even in a diary - especially presumably one on a PADD - he wouldn't even hint at his augmentations, given the risk of discovery.

"I suppose I should send them to his parents..." - No, you reallly shouldn't.

I love how proud Jadzia is whenever Quark is thoughtful. That expression definitely feels like she's showing off to Kira: "See, Ferengi are actually good too!"

Also I'm noticing far more snippets of Jadzia and Kira just hanging out and supporting each other and being friends <3 Not sure why I didn't see this ship before but it has my entire heart now.

Keiko persuading them the footage is suspicious is all so much funnier knowing she's wrong about the coffee. Although WHAT a good job she was!

Huh, initially Miles was describing the components to Julian (dark blue coil beside the green cylinder), but now he's moved fto calling them by name (subprocessor, RFoscillators). Either Julian has faked learning quickly otr let on how much he knows about electronics.

Julian really doesn't want to listen to Miles' thinking he'll die - but even less to Miles talking about Keiko...

Oh, I've just remembered why they tried to kill them!

"The T'Lani and Kellerun have finally made peace" - and boy, what a way to ensuring it survives, iirc....

Julian's complete bafflement at the lengths they were willing to go. He cannot understand killing innocent people at all!

"I'm sorry I didn't get us home, Chief." And he probably feels responsible, too, seeing that he ended up being the one to make the radio and contact the T'Lani.

"You did your best. It's been an honour serving with you." MY HEART.

Oooh, not home and dry yet, a space race!

I can't believe they'd risk a BIGGER war against the Federation to protect their peace?! They're not thinking this through very thoroughly, are they.

Idk why, but this fight scene has very TOS energy to me

Clever clever clever! Took me a second to figure out after the runabout exploded, but I got there before the T'Lani did so I'm pleased with that :P

Oh, Julian's so genuine and sweet, he just wants to be friends and have Miles like him

I can understand your time alone with him being hell seeing as you were dying, but you're definitely overexaggerating how bad Julian was, Miles

That reveal is still a favourite. What a twist XD

O'BRIEN: You know, I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee right now. KEIKO: Miles, you never drink coffee in the afternoon. O'BRIEN: Sure I do. KEIKO: You do?

I really love this episode. What a banger.

#ds9 #andi watches ds9 #ds9 2x13 #ds9 armageddon game #julian bashir #miles obrien #jiles #WSB

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Hihi! I am a super big fan of your works, especially ILM! I just have a couple questions for you (so sorry if you've been asked these before; I tried to look but I couldn't see anything on these, but I'm kinda blind lmao): how long does it take you to write those super long chapters (e.g. vs in ILM)? How many words do you typically write per day? How do you deal with writer's block and have you ever dealt with perfectionism with your writing and, if so, how did you overcome that?

Generally, the shorter chapters took a week, the long ones later in fic often took two weeks, but some of the really really long ones (IE Vs and Rainbow Connection) took 3-4 weeks. Which is still a insane turnaround, given those were book length. 😅

The rest of these questions are harder to answer, because the answer isn’t consistent. For most of my life? I have been able naturally to churn out staggering amounts of content virtually overnight. I went through some intense trauma at the end of 2019 and beginning of 2020 though, on through the next year as well, and it kind of broke me, honestly. I dealt with writer’s block many times before then in my life, and my answer would have been “Make yourself start, and after the first twenty minutes, it’s easier. Even if you have to rewrite a lot, some of it will be good,” and “make sure the reason isn’t you genuinely need a break and if it is, take one,” and “Watch/read/play stories that inspire you—that brings passion often faster than anything.”

That’s what’s worked most of my life.

But there are tiers to difficult circumstances. And I still haven’t fully recovered. I write, but I’m a lot slower right now. Sometimes I can’t at all. And there’s very little I can do about it, which is new and frustrating. I had commissions in 2020 (requested, not paid) I just never did, because I just physically could not, which had never happened in my life before, so I didn’t realize that fast enough to handle it well, and I think maybe I’ll feel guilt over that forever. — still, some advice holds steady I suppose. For any kind of writing block, the most common success I’ve experienced, even in extreme duress, is genuine inspiration. Seek out something new and impressive—movies often work especially, but whatever thrills you. Rp like d&d can help too. It can give you motivation that helps override the rest.

If it’s something more serious, like I have now, you need to find the root cause instead, and heal it. That’s a long process sometimes, but there’s really no other way, and it’s worth it.

Anyway, the Ziracona who wrote ILM had a word count per day I’m not sure of, but something disgusting probably like 7,000-16,000. Now I don’t really have one, because it’s not that I write slow per day, it’s that there’s a lot fewer days I can write. So maybe it’s steady. I dunno. Haven’t thought about it in a while.

For perfectionism, I’m sure I have, but that’s easier to handle. The best things for that are start out by writing things you especially like anyway (you’ll be less critical of your favorite tropes), get at least one friend who hyped you and is a good source of positive enforcement who doesn’t mind doing beta for you and you’ll be alright, and take a break after writing and editing before editing more, because the more you read a passage, the worse it will seem to you as it loses freshness and you lose energy. You’ll become unduly critical, but fresh eyes will see it more as it is.

Thank you very much for the kind words, and I’m so happy you enjoy my works. I hope some of that helps. : )

#ask #anonymous #I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable 😅 — it’s not an unwelcome subject or something just I think sometimes it’s good to have open #information about that kind of thing bc people don’t talk about it much and I know I’m not the only one who has ever gone through it #it’s nice for people who do to occasionally see they’re not the only one

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A Bio for Heath

1. The Basics

Name - Oh, Heathrow, Heath for short

Age - I’m 26

Place of birth - Just a hospital in Luvartt, WA.

Current place of residence - Luvartt. I moved back to my family home when I turned 18, after I inherited it

Nationality- American, but there’s some Irish on my mom, Sloan’s side.

Education- I’ve been through High School but getting a college education after that has been hard. Before I got the house and went back to Luvartt, my foster parents made it clear that they wouldn't send me to college. They only saw that as a waste of money. I tried some courses in a community college when I was back in Luvartt, but unexpected life events sort of put that to an end as well.

Occupation - Oh I’m not really employed. I mean I have been! I was! But again things sparta out of my control happened.

Marital status - Dating but not married.

2. Physical Appearance

Height - I’m 5’7”

Build - I’m pretty noodly. Skinny arm, skinny legs

Eye color - I guess they’re sorta a seafoam green?

Hair color - golden blond

Do they have any distinguishing marks? (tattoos, scars, birthmarks) - Oh, yes. Um so I have my hand- my right hand- It looks like a tattoo, and I will tell people it is, but it’s a birthmark. Kinda? Well not really. I wasn’t born with the astrological symbols on my fingers or planetary mounts and the all seeing eye on my palm. The mark formed as I grew. For years it looked like a dark smudge. As for scars I have some on my right wrist… I know they look bad… I did not inflict them on myself! Really! As horrific a it sounds there are a number of people who would go to great lengths for my hand. . . including severing it from the rest of me… I also have a scar over the right side of my hip where I was shot …, uh but it looks like an ugly star. And I have two on my chest. Yeah.

What style of clothes do they prefer to wear? -Ok just casual; jeans and a hoodie for me. I realized that I wear a lot of pastels recently. I mean, it isn’t a problem, but an observation.

Do they wear glasses or contacts? - Oh no, 20/20/20 vision. Haha. . .little joke cause of the eye … on my palm. Sorry…

Do they wear accessories or not? - I wear a plain black ring on my right hand, but other than that nothing I can really think of.

What is their level of grooming? - Pretty normal I’d imagine. I shower, wear clean clothes. Though I do take a little more care of my hair… but it is soft and fluffy and I see no shame in keeping it so.

3. Communication

Do they gesture compulsively, or is it only occasional? - Hm? I’ve never really noticed. I’m sure I must, a little?

Do they make eye contact or do they move their gaze around? - No I’m afraid I glance around or my gaze fixed on something else, particularly when I am terribly nervous. So I’m sorry if I come off rude while we are talking.

What is their catchphrase? - Oh no. But some people mock me cause I interrupt or start my sentences with little vocal quirks. I mean all the little, oh’s or uh’s. Oh and then there’s the “I mean’s” which is my go to phrase when I’m trying to elaborate on something I’ve said.

Do they ever curse? - Um, I try not to. But I’m sure I’ve slipped here or there.

Do they have a speech impediment? - I can stutter if I’m really nervous. Or my voice will crack. But I guess that really more of a quirk than a true impediment.

How do they laugh? Do they make other people laugh? - Yeah, I- I definitely make other people laugh… It was something I realized v-very quickly after Sloan died, when my sister and I were put into foster care. I was an object of ridicule because… um, well cause.…Oh boy… Because I can see ghosts. The mocking only got worse once me and my sister were parted. But my laugh? Um, I guess it’s ok? I’ve never been told it’s annoying?

What is their smile like? - I’ve been told it’s warm and really genuine.

Are their emotions easy to read or do they hide them? - Oh, very easy to read. I am awful at hiding them.

What is their default expression? - Unfortunately I think it’s worry. I feel like there was a time I was always smiling, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’ve been governed by my anxieties.

5. Background and Past

Where did they grow up? Do they still live there? - Up until I was 6 I lived in Luvartt, after that I was moved from foster home to foster home, but I never really fit in. Then when I turned 18 I moved back to Luvartt and my old family home.

What education do they have? What subjects did they study? - Again, just high school. I liked English though. Probably cause of Fran

How was their childhood? Were they neglected, sheltered, raised well? - It was difficult. Having both of my moms die before I was six is one thing. Being followed through life by their ghosts is another. Oh! That’s a good thing though! I love my moms. Kat and Sloan are two of the best moms anyone could ask for. I mean, they didn’t let death stand in the way of raising me, so pretty dedicated. But apparently two ghosts can’t legally raise two children. And nobody is gonna believe a six year old when he says that his moms are still around… And that led to more problems, cause the people at the foster care… well I was young and I couldn’t stop blathering on about ghosts and the like… They got really concerned about my mental welfare… my sister, Hannah, she overheard their conversation about sending me away for treatment. Being young and twins, back then Hannah and I looked very similar, so she took advantage of that, and swapped places when the hospital caretakers came to get me. … I haven’t seen her since that day. The foster families I was placed in were a mixed bag. Franny Marie was really the only caring and compassionate foster mom I had.

Were they involved in any extracurriculars as a child? (sports, dance, clubs, etc.) - I was a musical theater kid, but they refused to cast me in … appropriate roles. Not that I mean I would only take the lead part. They actually did cast me as lead one time, but I had to turn it down, cause it was the wrong leading part… still I did a lot of back stage and setting building.

What are some of their happiest, saddest, and earliest memories? - Oh. Oh that’s a real can of worms. I have too many sad memories. I mean, I was the one who found Sloan the morning after her murder… Hannah being taken away and never seeing her again. Learning that Franny Marie had early stage alzheimer's and being killed out by her husband when Fran entered assisted living. Going back home to the house in Luvartt, just because I knew I’d be returning to the house on Dioscuri Hollow without Hannah, who technically is suppose to get half of what I inherited. Returning to Orchard Hill, the Amusement Park that Sloan’s sponsor left to her and Kat, returning to that park I loved as a kid only to find it in ruin and disrepair. It closed after Sloan’s death, but they couldn’t sell the land cause it was to be inherited by either me or Hannah. My ex-girlfriend, Rai, her method of dumping me was to shoot me with her shotgun. But there’s good too. There always has to be good to know that things have been bad. I have many memories of Hannah and I riding all the rides at Orchard Hill - well all the ones we were tall enough for. Franny would read poetry to me, she loves poetry so much. And then there’s Emery, she’s my house mate and strangely best friend? Hah… we meet under strange circumstances. And we are wildly different people, but she’s got a really good heart; despite trying to deny it. And she’s been really supportive of me through my ups and downs since coming back to Luvartt. She was there both times I woke up from surgery. Of course one was planned… and the other emergency and I was in a 2 week coma… but still I know she’s always gonna be by my side.

What were they like as a child? - I was quiet, I didn’t have many friends, cause of the whole seeing dead people thing… and the weird prophetic vision and dream I have… I was marked as the weird kid. And as I got old, the weird I seemed to get, cause the CasMark- oh I forgot to tell you. Yeah so the markings on my hand. It’s this old - probably ancient um… gift and curse, called the Mark of Cassandra, or the CasMark. It has been passed down through my family for centuries, from mother to child. My ma Kat had it before me. It’s supposed to be really powerful and highly sought after, cause not only am I a contact point for spirits and ghosts, but I can see things in the past, present, and future. Plus all the simples have different little abilities. Like the Aries symbol, here, on the top of my index finger- but you were asking about what I was like when I was younger. Fran said that I have a big heart, and that I was gentle and kind. I-I don’t really think that’s changed. Though i’m not sure if that’s good, as I can be too naive and trusting. And I know that this world is filled with creatures that could take advantage of that.

6. Likes and Dislikes

Favorite and least favorite food - I love Mac and Cheese! That probably sounds really childish, but I don't know, a good bowl of mac and cheese is so comforting. Franny Marie used to make the BEST baked mac and cheese! I’ve never found anybody who could make it better. I’ve tried to find her recipe, but apparently she had had it committed to memory. As for my least favorite, um, well I’m vegetarian, so I don’t eat meat.

Taste in music - I like musicals, pop, pop rock, indie. Really if I like it I listen to it so it’s hard categorize it

Do they follow sports or are they indifferent? - I don’t really have a lot of interest, but my girlfriend likes softball and baseball so I’ve been to games and watched her teams with her.

Do they like to read? - I do!

What car do they be driving? - I have a Mini Cooper. (At least he is supposed to… but it’s never made an actual appearance in any story or AU)

7. Psychology

Are they an introvert or an extrovert? - I think I’d be an introvert?

What are they afraid of? - A lot of things really. I’m actually really a coward. It was my cowardliness that caused my sister to be taken out of my life. I let her take my place when everyone thought I was mentally unwell. Now I have no clue what happened to her, and I’m afraid I’ll never see her again.

What is their idea of happiness? - Reuniting with Hannah?

Where is their favorite place in the world? - Orchard Hill. It may be a shadow of what it used to be when I was a child. But I still love the place, all overgrown, rides broken and rusted. It’s still really special to me.

Do they desire power? - Oh no. Actually I would prefer not to have the power of the CasMark. Maybe? I mean I know I can’t give it away. Well I could get rid of it by chopping off my hand. But that is an extreme - extreme choice. But I feel like it cause me a lot of heartache. But I’m the Keeper of the CasMark, so I guess it’s just my burden to bear.

Are they a leader or a follower? - A follower I guess. Again I’m a coward, I’m to weak to stand up against anyone in authority.

8. Family

Name - Kat, my mom

Age (or age they died at if deceased) - She died at 32. She was poisoned by Alyceson and Artair, Art has been after the CasMark for generations, and Alyce is just a sociopath that enjoys hurting others... When She and Sloan realized she was poisoned they rushed to the hospital as Kat when she was in her final trimester with Hannah and me. We served, but Kat did not. The poison left her too weak…

Explain the relationship they have with your character – Despite being dead, my mom Kat and I have a close relationship. She stuck around since either Hannah or I was going to have inherited the CasMark from her. Super caring, super supportive. It was nice to have both her and Sloan around even after their deaths. Both of them made the fact that I was moved from place to place throughout my life a little easier. I was always with familiar faces.

If they are grown and out of the house, how often do they see their family members? - I still see Kat everyday.

Name - Sloan, my mom

Age (or age they died at if deceased) - Sloan was killed when she was 41. Like Kat, Artair and Alyce were responsible. But it wasn’t as kind as poisoning. … When Sloan finally was able to come to me as a ghost as it took her a sometime to give herself an appearance that would traumatize a 6 year old me. She said that Art and Alyce were trying to kidnap me as they were after the CasMark. But my Ma being the big tough mama bear she is, that wasn’t gonna fly with her. And while her efforts did keep me safe that night… it cost her her life. A price she said that she would pay again… but as I said, Alyce is a sociopath and she and Art have a twisted sense of humor. See my moms met at the circus. Kat was the fortune teller there, and Sloan was the strong woman; the maiden of muscle was her title. … So Alyceson thought it fitting to let Sloan show off her muscles one last time… and she flayed Sloan…

Explain the relationship they have with your character – Again even though she has been dead the majority of my life, I’m really close to Sloan. She can be a little hot-headed at times and stubborn, but I think she is where I get my big heart from and she reallyreally is just like a big protective teddy bear.

If they are grown and out of the house, how often do they see their family members? - I still see Kat everyday.

Name - Hannah, my twin sister

Age (or age they died at if deceased) - Since we are twins she would be 26 like me

Explain the relationship they have with your character – Even though she was only a few minutes older, Hannah took the whole other sister thing really seriously. And when we were sent into foster care she really stepped up to try and keep me safe. And when others would pick on me she would make sure they stopped - not always in the most pleasant of ways - but she said she had to get her point across that nobody messes with her little bro. She made me a pinky promise that she wouldn’t let anything hurt me, and pinky promises were her bond. I think that’s why she took my place then the adults were trying to send me away…

If they are grown and out of the house, how often do they see their family members? - Again I haven’t seen her since she took my place.

9. Relationships

Which of their friends are they closest to? - it’s a toss up between Emery and Logan.

Do these “best friends” know each and every detail of their life, or are they somewhat guarded even around those closest to them? - Logan kind does. At least I’m open to telling her everything if she wants to know it, and Logan seems to have the same feelings. Emery however… Well Em’s more guarded. She’s had a really rough life too and she lost a lot and she comes out a lot more hardened by her experience than I have. I do know a lot about what has happened to her, but it’s rare that she’s willing to talk about it, or really acknowledge it.

Outside of their inner circle, are there other significant friendships?

Coworkers - Well they’re Logan’s co-workers, but there’s Atari Imoto, Skid Jones, and Uriel and their earth contact Gwen.

Bosses - Boucmen, but again he’s really Logan’s boss…

Which social media platforms do they have a profile on? How active are they? Or, do they reject social media? - I have a few social media, the usual, FaceBook, Twitter, Instagram. Emery insists I get SnapChat. But I’m a little weary of it considering what I’ve seen her send to people on that app.

10. Residence

Do they live in a big or small house? Or another type of residence entirely? (Perhaps something you made up for the world you’ve created). - It’s about a medium size house. Two stories with a basement.

Are they friendly with their neighbors? Or do they live far away from any other people? - Um… well I try to be as friendly as I can, but our neighbors across from us are… not very open minded. They’ve been there every since I was young. I’m actually surprised they were still there when I moved back. The wife wasn’t very approving of my mothers; relationship. She has an issue with me too, first cause see thought I was Emery latest - um one night stand? Em has a very active romantic life, and out neighbor doesn’t like that. But when she found out I was Sloan and Kat’s son. She went into a heated rant about how “that isn’t something that I get to decide but that God does before I was born.” Oh- yeah I just this may be a good time to tell you I’m a trans guy. …yay…

Are they happy where they live or do they have plans/desires to move soon? How long have they lived there? - no, no. Judgey neighbors aside. I do like being back in my home in Luvartt. I just wish Hannah could be here too. Technically half of it is hers… it feels wrong to have it without her.

Do they keep things tidy or is it always a mess? What color are their walls and are they decorated? - I mean, it’s lived in. I keep it clean but it’s not spotless by any means. The walls are neutral. Except for Emery’s room, somehow she got her room completely painted purple. I say somehow cause she couldn’t and probably wouldn’t have done it herself. So maybe she hired someone? But the place is decorated with pictures of my family when me and Hannah were small. And in the living room, on the fireplace I have Sloan and Kat’s urns, and I hung the locket Emery has with the picture of somebody whom she has lost.

11. Job

What is it? - um… again I’m sorta unemployed… But I just I am the Keeper of the CasMark

How long have they been there? - um… do you mean how long have I held the position? I guess all my life?

Is it what they want to do as a career or is it a temporary situation? - Well it’s definitely not temporary unless I lose my right hand.

Have they reached their peak or is there still room for advancement? - Definitely room for advancement as I have no clue how to really use the CasMark. It’s like the ultimate swiss army knife of magic but it’s been given to a toddler.

What is their salary? Is it enough for the lifestyle they want? - No, unfortunately the CasMark doesn’t pay me. Unless it spontaneously acquires the Midas touch. Which it could… know that I’m thinking about it…

Do they like what they do or would they prefer something else? - I mean, if I’m being honest. No. It’s really scary to have basically unlimited magic you don’t know how to control, see and heard the spirits of the dead, having visions of the past, present, and future plague at some of the most inconvenient moments. But it is quite literally the hand I was dealt.

Are they good at their job? - Clearly not… I mean even if I could control the CasMark, what am I supposed to do with it?

What hours do they work? - All hours. The CasMark has me on call 24/7

Is their job secure or are they in danger of losing it? - I am in danger. Again there are those out there who would kill to get the CasMark from me. And that’s the thing, the magic- the power of the CasMark isn’t mine, it’s the hands. So if, say Artair, did find me and chomped off the hand. He could the use that severed hand with the CasMark

A bio for Heath, my bb boi, I hope you like he @sunniestshark

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