#i don't think they'll try again but i wish they would T^T

[its-vannah]

Vigilante Sh*t | Jacaerys x Reader

A/N: Y'all, this is a bad b*tch fic. Prepare yourselves.

Warnings: Death of a major character, attempted murder, divorce, arranged marriage, marriage, mentions of consummating a marriage, pregnancy

Midnights Masterlist

For as long as you can remember, Lucerys Velaryon had been one of your closest friends. As children, the two of you were much too timid to meddle with politics. You preferred to stay out of the limelight.

That was until you had recieved the news of his death. When a messenger had told you what had happened, you felt your knees give out beneath you.

Don't get sad, get even

Steadying yourself against a nearby wall, you tried to calm your nerves. He wasn't meant to die. Not now, not this young. And you were ready for revenge—even if it meant taking it out on your own husband.

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When it has been announced that you were betrothed to Aemond Targaryen, your family had been thrilled. Finally, one of their children would marry into nobility.

But you were severely disappointed.

From what you had seen, Aemond was a menacing, cruel man who did anything he could to elevate his status. You had heard rumors that, if he could, he'd kill his own brother to become King.

Even Lucerys feared for your safety entering a marriage with him, reminding you that your friendship would be put on hold. But trying to convince your parents to end the betrothal was impossible. It was too late.

Still, Lucerys had persisted.

"Couldn't you be wed to Jace?" He suggested, "He's still nobility. Your parents would be happy, woukdnt they? Please, Y/N, just try."

You raised a brow, "You want me to marry your brother?"

Someone sweet and kind and fun

He shrugged, "I think it'd be quite a nice match, actually."

"It's too late, Luc, I already tried. They'll have my head if I go against their wishes."

With a frown, he admitted defeat, "I just don't want to lose you. You're the closest friend I have. You're like a sister, really."

Pulling him into a hug, you pressed a kiss to his temple, "That will never change, Luc. I promise."

Until you found out that he had died, and your husband had been the one who killed him.

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Nothing made your blood boil more. He would regret his decision one way or another.

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Your handmaiden pulled a velvet black dress over your head, lacing it in the back until it was perfectly draped over your body.

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

It was a bold move, on your part. To wear Targaryen black in a sea of Hightower green. But it was a move you were willing to take.

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man

Tucking a dagger in your bodice, you were ready for revenge.

They say looks can kill and I might try

Making your way to the dining hall, you remained stoic even in your grief. You were going to get your way.

Entering the hall, you moved to sit beside Aemond. Normally, he didn't even bat an eye your way. But when he saw his mother's cold hard stare your direction, his shot you a warning glance.

Taking a seat, he grabbed you by the wrist, practically hissing at you.

"You're upsetting the Queen," He said in a low whisper, "Out of all the gowns you have, you chose one so bold?"

I don't dress for women

You played dumb, "Bold? This is one of my favorites. Didn't you know?"

"Remove it."

I don't dress for men

"Right here? I hardly think its appropriate," You replied, the corners of your mouth going up, "No, I think I'll leave it on."

Tightening his grip on your wrist, he grit his teeth, "Now."

And I don't dress for villains

"My life doesn't revolve around you, Aemond," You hissed, "I'll wear what I wish."

"Don't make me ask you again."

The lady simply had enough

"Don't make me say no, then." You said, eyes narrowing.

And crossing all of mine

Pulling you up from your chair by the wrist, the whole table turned to look at the two of you.

While he was doing lines

Aemond forced a smile on his face, "Excuse us, Lady Y/N has some matters she'd like to discuss."

It was so silent that you could only hear the clicking of Aemond's boots against the stone floor.

I'm on my vigilante shh again

Shoving you into your chambers, you fell back onto the floor, catching yourself with your hands. Reaching into your bodice, you pulled out your dagger, lunging towards him with the weapon held high.

He spun you back, kicking your ankle out, and pinned half of your body to the bed, the dagger now held firmly to your throat.

Through bated breaths, tears pricked your eyes, "You took the life of the one person who meant the world to me."

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

"It was an accident."

Grunting, you shook your head, careful to avoid the edge of the knife, "Doesn't change the fact that you didn't, and that he's dead."

He was silent, so you continued, "Let me free. Annul our marriage and I will go without a word."

"A word of what?"

She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some

You inhaled, "The bastard you fathered with my handmaiden. I'm sure your mother would be delighted to hear of it."

"How did you figure it out?"

Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

"It wasn't that hard," You said, "Isn't she pregnant again?"

He loosened his grip, "I let you go, and you go without a word?"

"Not a sound," You promised, "And you're secret—and image—will remain intact."

He groaned, pushing himself off of you, "You're a vile woman, you know that?"

"And you're a sick, twisted man."

The marriage was annulled the next morning, and Aemond explained that your marriage had never been consummated. To tell the truth, he had been too drunk to remember if that had been accurate.

Although he was initially denied the request by Allicent, he reminded his mother that, out of all the women in the seventh, he could find another with more power to her name to carry his children. He didn't want the Targaryen name to be soiled by his wife.

After his mother nodded to Aegon, it didn't take long for the marriage to be annulled. By that point, you were already on your way to Driftmark.

You had left with a small trunk of your belongings, opting to leave anything with a hint of your past life with Aemond behind. No green dresses or hair pins, no Hightower crests.

Knowing your family would refuse to allow you back into their home, you went to the only place that ever really felt like home.

Walking into the keep, you were suddenly overcome with grief. You were in the gardens, where you snd Lucerys had chased each other as children.

The memories, however sweet they once were, now felt painful. You tried to push them away, unable to come to terms with your grief.

Kneeling in front of a stone bench, you traced the spot where your initials had been engraved. He had always felt like a brother to you, and now he was gone.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you, and immediately jumped, the hood of your cloak slipping off your head and onto your shoulders.

Turning around, your eyes met Jace Velaryon's. Surprise settled into your body as he looked down on you.

And she looks so pretty

"Y/N?" He asked, convinced his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Jumping up from your spot beside the bench, you wrapped him in a tight embrace, arms thrown around his shoulders.

Your feet dangled off the ground as he returned the embrace, burying his head in your shoulder while supporting your weight.

"I'm sorry, Jace," Your voice was just above a whisper, "I know how much he meant to you."

He just held you tighter in response, setting you back down a moment later, filled with questions.

"How—Why—When—" Jace furrowed his brows, unsure of the reason of your arrival, "Is he here?"

You shook your head, "No, I traveled alone. It'll all make sense soon, I promise. But I need to speak with your mother."

He nodded, "I'll see if I can arrange something later in the day. She's busy at the moment. Please, come inside, it's far too cold to be out here."

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That evening, you spoke with Rhanerya, explaining the events that had brought you to Driftmark. Touched by the love you had for her son, she pulled you into a hug, commending your bravery and sacrifice.

She welcomed you to stay with open arms, and instructed her eldest son to help you get settled.

That's when something in you switched. During the next few months at Driftmark, you and Jace became closer and closer, eventually sharing a kiss in the gardens on the very bench he had found you.

It wasn't even a month later that the two of you were wed in a large ceremony, with the people of Driftmark in attendance.

For the first time since you had been shipped off to marry Aemond, and since Luc had died, you were genuinely happy.

After the wedding, Jace took you back to your shared chambers, kissing you softly, "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I'll be waiting when you're ready."

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

But nothing could keep you away from your husband. Pulling him down on the bed, you consummated your marriage that night. On that same night, unbeknownst to you, you conceived your first child.

The next time you saw your ex-husband, he was in chains in the middle of Driftmark, at the mercy of Queen Rhaenyra. And you were standing beside Jace, his hand on your swollen stomach as she decided his face.

You couldn't help but smile. Luc may not have been with you, but you couldn't have been happier alongside your husband, as the new princess, waiting for the arrival of your first child.

I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends

Gazing up at Jace, he caught your eyes, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

#fanfiction #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon #hotd #jacerys velaryon #jace velaryon #jacerys targaryen #jacerys x reader #jace velaryon x reader #jace valaryon x reader #jace strong #jacerys #jacerys valeryon x reader #jacerys strong #jacaerys velaryon #prince jacaerys #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys imagine #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys headcanon #jacaerys strong #midnights #vigilante shit #hotd fic #hotd jacaerys #hotd x reader

[cowgurrrl]

Layla

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: oops (fic named after this song)

Summary: Nothing good ever happens on an LA road [2.3k]

Warnings: NOTHING SUPER GORY, car crash, injuries, hospital setting, found family but make it angsty

When you first moved to LA, you and Ryan would drive around for hours, just talking and taking in the sights. Normally, you'd end up sitting somewhere and gossiping about this actor or that producer for hours. But, with each of your busy schedules, it's a little harder to find time to just be friends instead of coworkers. That's why when you both had a free day, you decided to drive around and update him on everything that's been going on. You tell him about the auditions you have lined up, the reshoot schedule, and even what happened during and after New York.

"You met his kids?!" Ryan half-yells in your ear, and you smile as you turn on your blinker to get off the freeway. "That's huge! Did they like you? How old are they? What are their names? Do they want to be friends with Elizabeth?" 

"Sarah is eighteen, and Ellie is fourteen, so I don't think they'll be particularly interested in hanging out with your toddler." You say, and he feigns disappointment before sitting up again, suddenly giddy.

"But they liked you?"

"I think so. They invited me to their family movie night on Friday."

"They as in the girls?"

"We're in a group chat. Ellie's idea, not mine." 

"No shit?" He asks, and you nod. You stop at a red light and turn in the driver's seat to look at him. You can't help the big smile or how it grows when Ryan looks at you all excitedly. "Is Joel just head over heels in love with you now that his daughters like you?" You scoff and roll your eyes.

"It's only been a few months. He's not in love with me."

"I knew I was gonna marry Carolina on our third date."

"Well, that's because you guys are crazy."

"And you think you and Joel are sane?" He has a point, but you'd never tell him he's right. "But, seriously. Do you see yourself being with him for a while?" He asks, and you turn your head to watch the red light turn green.

Before you got to know him, before you went to New York, before he introduced you to his family, you would've said no. You would've made up some lie about how it's just for now, and neither of you is really looking for anything serious. But now he's inviting you over for movie nights and late-night studio sessions like this is how it's always been, and you like it. You like being a part of his life and having him in yours. You just don't know what that means for the future.

"We're just… having fun. I'm not worrying about the future for once in my life. Can you please let me have that?" You sigh, and Ryan throws up his hands from the passenger seat.

"Fine, but I will say one more thing before we drop it," he says, looking at you sincerely. "You seem really happy. Like the happiest I've ever seen you. So, I'm Team Joel, as long as you are. I'll make t-shirts and cheer you guys on, and when the time comes, I'll even officiate the wedding."

"I don't know about the wedding part, but t-shirts would actually be hilarious," you laugh, even though the genuineness in his voice makes you want to cry. You reach over and squeeze his hand. "Thank you, Ryan."

"You're welcome," he squeezes you back. "Now that we're done talking about your love life, can I tell you what Elizabeth said the other day?"

"I wish you would." You say as the light turns green and cars slowly begin moving. Ryan begins spinning an elaborate story about how Carolina's dad was visiting last week, and they were playing in the playroom. You swear you're listening, but traffic is backing up in your lane, and you're desperately trying to get over. Thankfully, someone lets you in, and you can finally go the speed limit for once. Ryan is laughing at his story, and you're tuned back in when he gets cut off by metal crunching.

You don't know exactly what happened after that. You think you saw a black— no, a blue— car sputtering away after hitting you. Your ears ring, and your vision blurs as you struggle to breathe. It feels like someone is squeezing your lungs like a stress ball. Pricks of pain erupt across your face and thighs as your eyes flutter shut. Your head weighs a million pounds, and all you want to do is sleep, but then you hear groaning, and you suddenly remember Ryan.

Something takes over as you look at him, glass and blood all over his body. You unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car on shaky legs to run to his side, the side hit by the speeding car. The door is partially dented in, but you're able to open it and see his chest rising and falling. You curse under your breath as you apply pressure to the gnarly-looking cut on his head. He jerks under your touch, and you shush him gently. Distantly, you hear sirens and pray that they're for you.

"Hey. Hey, you're okay. You're fine. We're okay," you say. His eyes open halfway before dropping down again. "No, no, no. Hey, you gotta stay awake for me, okay? You gotta finish telling me your story about Bethy. What did she say? You didn't tell me." 

"Are you okay? We called 911, and..." a kind voice approaches, making you jump. You turn to look at her and watch a flicker of recognition pass over her. "Holy shit, you're-"

"He needs help," you cut her off. "Please, can you help him? I... I don't know what to do. The c...car came out of nowhere, and he..." The asphalt sways under you, and she quickly reaches out to grab your elbow. You shake your head and grip the mangled door for balance. It's then that you realize that your car is stopped in the middle of the intersection, with broken glass and car parts littering the road. You also realize that bystanders surround you, their beady camera lenses pointed at you. A shudder runs down your spine despite the California heat, and something in your side twinges in pain.

"You need to be sitting down." The woman tries to pull you away from Ryan, but you rip your arm away from her. You position your body between his and the cameras, bending over him to protect his bloody face.

"No. No, 'm fine. Need to be with him." 

"Honey,"

"I said no!" You yell as an ambulance squeals to a stop nearby, and paramedics rush out. 

"Are you hurt?" A paramedic asks, medical gear slung over her shoulder as she approaches.

"I think he hit his head. I don't... know. He's bleeding." You say, and the paramedic nods. You think she says something to the kind woman about shock, but you can't hear over all the blood. It's on your hands, your clothes, and in your hair. The dark red is suffocating you, and all you can do is watch.

Ringing takes over your senses as they cut Ryan out of his seat and put him on a stretcher. You repeat Carolina's phone number over and over again. You tell them his blood type, the dosage of his anti-depressants, and his bad knee. The left one. The left one gives him the most trouble. The left one pops when he stands too fast or walks upstairs. He needs surgery, but he won't get it. You tell them he's a father. You tell them that there are people who need him a lot more than they need you. Your legs give out as soon as he's loaded into the ambulance and sent away with shrieking sirens. Someone catches you before you can hit the pavement, and you can feel yourself shaking.

"Your friend is gonna be okay. We're gonna meet him at the hospital. Is there someone I can call for you? An emergency contact?" A medic asks, and you shake your head.

"That was my emergency contact. I... I don't have anyone else. I don't," your chest heaves with panic when a set of numbers flashes in your head next to Carolina's phone number. You repeat to the medic, and they quickly scribble it down. "His name is Joel."

"And who's he?"

"My partner."

Your body feels heavy when you wake up, like someone tied cinderblocks to your joints and told you to swim. Ringing fills your ears before giving way to a cloud of painful noise, and for a second, you wonder if the car crash was just a dream and when you open your eyes, you'll be back in bed. You'll text Ryan about how weird it was and make plans to hang out later in the day. Except, when you open your eyes, harsh fluorescent lights shine down on you. Your face pulses with an unrelenting throbbing. Pressure explodes across your temples, and you grit your teeth as you try to take a deep breath, but your ribs protest. A gentle squeeze of your hand surprises you, but it doesn't hurt.

"Don't move too fast. Doctors said you'd be sore," Joel says quietly. You slowly turn your head and find him sitting in a chair next to your bed, both of his hands holding one of yours. Tears immediately flood your vision, and your chest aches under the weight of your cries. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?"

"'Ryan. Where's Ryan? Is he okay?" It hurts to talk, and Joel has to move closer to hear you, but once he realizes what you're asking, he kisses your hand.

"Ryan's next door with Carolina. He's got some bumps and bruises like you, but he's gonna be just fine," he says, reaching out to smooth your hair down, and you let out a sigh of relief. "You were the first thing he asked about when he woke up, too."

"Really?" You ask, and he smiles.

"Course. Said he could hear you the whole time, but he couldn't say anythin'. He told me that knowin' you were there made him feel safe." 

"I... I told the paramedics about his knee." You sniffle, and he raises his eyebrows.

"You did?"

"His left one is bad. They needed to know. I had to tell them." 

"You did great," he murmurs, wiping your tears away with gentle thumbstrokes. You take a shaky breath and focus all your strength on squeezing his hand. He smiles and kisses your forehead, his eyes glistening with tears. "You scared me."

"'M sorry. I didn't know who else to call."

"Hey, don't be sorry, okay? You did the right thing tellin' 'em to call me. I was scared because you were hurt."

"What's the damage?" You ask, and he takes a deep breath as his eyes scan your face.

"You've got a concussion and bout seven stitches on the side of your face here," he traces a line over his left eyebrow to show where he's indicating without hurting you. "Three cracked ribs and two broken ones from hittin' the steering wheel, some cuts from the glass, and lots of bumps and bruises." You nod as you listen, taking a mental inventory of everything. He watches you process silently, pressing kisses to your hand, forehead, and cheek whenever he gets the urge. Memories of blood, warped metal, and phone cameras run through your mind, and you swallow thickly.

"People were taking pictures of us after we got hit." You say, and Joel nods.

"I saw 'em."

"Out of all those people, one stopped to help us," your voice cracks. "I thought Ryan was gonna die, and they were fucking taking pictures."

"He didn't. He's safe. You're both safe, and Mel is already workin' on gettin' those pictures taken down, okay?" He says. You just nod and wrap your other hand around Joel's wrist, bringing your joined hands to your chest. You stay like that for a while, listening to the incessant beeping of your heart monitor and Joel's breathing. He doesn't rush you or make you talk anymore. He waits.

It would've been so easy for Joel to not show up. Or to show up, focus only on you, and completely forget about Ryan and Carolina. But he didn't. He knew how much they mean to you. He showed up, and he visited them, and was there when he woke up. He talked to Melanie about getting the photos from the accident taken down. He held your hand and said you did the right thing and didn't flinch when he saw your bruises. I'm Team Joel, as long as you are, echoes in your mind, and you smile.

"Thank you," you mumble as you kiss Joel's hand.

"For what?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Bein' you."

"You're gettin' sweet on me, pretty girl." 

"Mm, I don't know about that one," you say. "Think people will still wanna cast me with a big ass scar on my forehead?" Joel nods as he leans down to kiss you gently.

"Oh, yeah. 'S sexy." He says against your lips, and you chuckle. 

"Shut up."

"Yes, ma'am," A wave of fatigue hits you as Joel settles in his chair again, and you yawn. "Get some rest. I'm not goin' anywhere." He squeezes your hand again, and you close your eyes, letting the pain meds drag you under again. 

You don't remember what you dreamt about that night in the hospital, but you remember blood washing down the drain. It wouldn't stop. There was so much. You remember thinking the blood on your hands almost looked sparkly as camera shutters reflected in the red. Everything looks prettier on camera, right? 

Right?

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller #rockstar!joel #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller au #the last of us au #tlou au

[sky-scribbles]

Playlist for my Aeor longfic

I failed to figure out how to do a fancy spotify embed like the kids do but uh. Here's the playlist for Gravity!

I listened to this while planning and writing, and there are even a few shout-outs to the songs in the fic... Songs are arranged chronologically, so you should be able to hear the story happening, hopefully :'D

Further yelling about song choices under the cut!

A Matter of Time - This one is... sort of the fic's opening titles in my head? I wanted to start out with an instrumental, to capture the vibes of the months before the fic opens - Essek and Caleb apart, thinking about the T-Dock, and each other. Wondering. Waiting.

Horse to Water - Essek in Chapter 1, knowing his life as the Shadowhand is ending, waiting for Caleb to come and take him away to whatever comes next. (I'm normally very picky about not putting songs that reference modern day stuff on fantasy playlists but this one's vibes were too perfect)

Dear Fellow Traveller - Two wizards heading into Aeor together.

Conquest of Spaces - A song for Aeor. A dark, beautiful city, the remains of a people who lived by greed and power. (And two wizards in the ruins, trying to draw closer to each other.)

Neptune - This is mostly for Essek's breakdown in chapter 5, as he worries he'll never break out of his Shadowhand manipulation, wanting to be closer to Caleb and not knowing what that would even look like. And it's a little for Caleb in chapter 6, too, grappling with his feelings for Essek and his fears that they'll ultimately be bad for each other.

Please Don't Say You Love Me - ... and as they move past those fears, this song is for them tentatively acknowledging what they might be to each other. Not yet. But maybe soon.

Woodwork - This is for the chapters 6-9 span, as they learn more about Brashaar's plan. The pressure of a crisis has an odd way of making them realise just how deep their trust and care for each other runs.

Two Evils - Since we're at the point where Brashaar shows up, she gets a song now! This is pretty much her internal monologue during her confrontation with the wizards (though she really should have paid attention to 'if you're not careful, you will lose her' in reference to Quaera...)

Winter - Travelling northward, and yearning. Wishing they had more time.

Mind - A song for a young Quaera, slowly forming a personality, wondering about who she is and how her identity forms...

The Tower - ... and having their own breakdown.

What Could Have Been - I love me a good villainous breakdown, and this is a song for Brashaar's. This is how I imagine she feels during the final confrontation, raging against the gods, against Caleb and Essek, against Quaera after they turn from her. Not quite able to let go of what she thinks Aeor could have been. What, in her eyes, the world is meant to be. (As a bonus, I think the second verse sounds a bit like a retort to her from Quaera...)

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - This is such a fun cinematic cover, and I can't tell you how many times I've imagined a mental AMV of the final battle with Brashaar set to it :'D

Ori, Embracing the Light - I wanted an instrumental here too, because... Essek is dead, Caleb is in shutdown, and Essek and Quaera are communing with the Luxon, a being that doesn't really speak with words. Also, 'embracing the light' is exactly what Quaera does at this point.

Would That I - I know we all use this as Caleb's 'learning to live and love again' song... and I am no exception. This is for him after the T-Dock, finally fully acknowledging his grief, and his love for Essek.

First Day of my Life - Just two wizards realising that they have a future, and agreeing to slowly work at what's between them.

Ready to Call This Love - This one speaks for itself, honestly.

Five - Both of the wizards in the final chapter, but especially Essek realising how isolated he's been from the world, and letting it all in so he can feel it. (Also, studying the universe is a love language - )

Gravity - Gravity is a metaphor for love!!!!

#please know that restricting myself to just four sleeping at last songs #is Enormous restraint for me #anyway uh have some songs and rambling #shadowgast #gravity and all that's born within #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role

[inukag-archive]

Hello! I don't know if this would be appropriate, but is there any good AU where Inu is a playboy, a womanizer at first? I just like this kind of trop 😅 But I'm new in this fandom and don't know any yet.

Hi anon, and welcome to the fandom! Don't worry, there's no shame in liking a certain trope. The Inukag Archive is a judgement-free zone!

Playboy!Inuyasha was a pretty popular trope on FF.net at one time, so we were able to find a decent amount of stories for you. Hope you find something you enjoy below!

Happiness by @witchygirl99 (M)

Inuyasha is an unobservant rich bastard. He has an OCD assistant and a perverted financial planner. Enter Kagome, a woman who has her own rules on how to live. He wants sex. She wants happiness. Well, that's only what they'll admit...

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A deal with a demon by @ajoy3fanfics (M)

In order to save her family's shrine from debt, Kagome reluctantly agrees to marry Inuyasha, the wealthy son of her grandfathers late friend. Inuyasha is far from thrilled about the match. According to his fathers will, he must marry if he wishes to gain his inheritance. Is this couple doomed from the start, or can they manage to find wedded bliss?

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Aesthetic by Autumn Dragon (T)

 I was cocky, gorgeous, and one of Japan's Most Wanted bachelors. At first, all I wanted was to get into her pants. Now, even I have to admit that she was different from the others. Very different. Damn, I love a challenge.

Sequel: Houdini's Affair (T)

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Break Me by ShadowBluebell (M)

It was a simple trip to the store. Saving a playboy's life from a hit-and-run had been a bonus. No big deal. Until said playboy shows up at her door, intent on showing his appreciation… in his own way. Let the game of seduction begin. 

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A Little Dessert by @witchygirl99 (M)

Kagome is a waitress who always looks after Inuyasha's table. Inuyasha is a player with a new girl every week. He likes the restaurant and the service Kagome gives. Secretly? He doesn't really come for the dessert, unless you think of it that way.

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The Bet by Mesmerizing Love (M)

He is a player. He always thought that girls were toys that are used for only one thing. Until he met a virgin who he desperately wanted to break, so he made a bet that he would, but she was so hard to break and he never realized that he actually would fall in love instead… 

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Cheaters by @inunanna (T)

Everyone in the office knew Kagome and Inuyasha were having a not-so-secret affair. They weren't EXACTLY wrong... (Not a cheating fic)

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If It Hadn't Been For Love by Reckless Dreamer Yuna (M)

Inuyasha? He's a player. A damn good one at that. But one girl he can't break through to, is Kagome. But it's not easy, trying to bed her, while trying not to fall in love with her. What will happen if he gets his heart broken again?

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Dead Famous by Torenza (M)

The most wanted prize bachelor is up for grabs... but the one who gets him is the only one who doesn’t want to keep him...

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Til Death Do Us Part by Jade Catseye (M)

Kagome hates Inuyasha. Inuyasha hates Kagome. What happens when the sexy playboy and fiery schoolgirl are forced to undergo holy matrimony? 

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A Southern Cinderella by DeletedAccountNotChangingMind (T)

Who cares if he partied a little, why should his parents not like that he liked women, so he partied, had sex, and races fast cars, why should he be punished for doing so. And why should he have to be sent to a farm to gain 'work ethic? Honestly?

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Broken Hearts by Jezzie Lynn (M)

Inuyasha is a cruel playboy. Kagome gave him a chance and they stay together. But Kagome gets raped and finds she's pregnant. Who is the father? And is someone trying to kill her and her friends?

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The Life of a Devil by SnowShadowuser (T)

Kagome, an assassin, finds out that she has only two months to live thanks to a mysterious and deadly virus...willingly, she takes on her last job; to find and to kill the notorious playboy, known as the American secret agent - Inuyasha...

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A Player's Heart Recast by inukag-lover1600 (T)

If you fell in love with a 'womanizer' what are you to do? Simple. Just change him. InuxKag MirxSan KouxAya

#inukag archive #inukag fanfic #inukag fanfiction #playboy Inuyasha #as always feel free to add any other recs you might have

[befuddled-calico-whump]

The Return

cw: referenced torture, intimate whumper, mild dissociation, nudity, dubcon touch, vaguely referenced dubcon

previous ///// T$$ Masterlist

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The spy becomes Sahota again as he passes through the compound doors, leaving behind two dead men in a courthouse basement. Two more tally marks on a more morbid list, one he's never bothered to make. Nowadays, he almost wishes he'd been counting his kills from the start, if only to know how bloodsoaked he’s become, if only to remind himself that this is who he is, all he'll ever be.

If you're drowning in blood, there are no lifeboats coming to save you.

Sahota walks silent into the bedroom he shares with Shepard Vic, the one place his master allows him to be Ander, though it's been quite some time since he's felt like Ander. He doesn't turn on the lights, not wanting to wake Vic, and makes his way into the connected bathroom from memory, closing the door behind him and flipping on the single bulb that sits muted over the shower.

He doesn't look into the mirror as he crosses the small room. He already knows what he'll see. A bruised and scarred face that doesn't always feel like his own. Sahota turns the hot water on and strips, trying to suppress a wince as he removes his shirt even though the session is over and he's alone. It's a habit. He does a cursory glance in the mirror to look over his back, finding it bruised, but not nearly as bad as his ribs and stomach. Another one of his captors’ flaws. They'd have better luck with a victim if they'd broaden their area of attack, if they got creative.

Along with the cuts and bruises, they’d also given his hands some attention. Two broken fingers on the right, and a pulled nail on his left index. If they'd been smarter, they would've saved those for the camera. It was the only time they'd made him scream.

But then, dead men don't need to be smart.

Sahota steps into the flow of hot water, carefully running his hands through his hair, washing off the weariness of the mission. In less than six hours, he'll need to be alert and ready to brief the team on the new intel. Knowing them and their naivete, they'll probably question his acquired bruises instead of letting it lie, but they should shut up quick enough if he offers no explanation.

He thinks they might be afraid of him. They should be, but their fear doesn't bring the satisfaction he’d thought it would. His own fault, really. He still gets tangled in his own emotions, in something that threatens to grow into attachment. He should be reveling in the way they look at him, at the feeling of finally being the one calling the shots, the one in control, the one who's doing the hurting.

But it doesn't feel good. It just makes him feel like Vic.

Sahota lets out a sigh as he turns his face upwards to let the water fall on it—

—and tenses as he feels a pair of hands settles on his waist.

Vic. He has the size, the heat, the calloused palms memorized. His body relaxes.

The older man slips under the water to join him. “Back already?”

“They didn't stand a chance.” He leans into the heat of Vic's body. He likes him better when he's hurt, that's no secret. It's when he can expect the most attention, even with the new team around to divide his master's focus.

“I'm glad. I thought I'd miss you tonight,” Vic says, nuzzling the side of his neck. Over the years they've settled into something more akin to the life of an old married couple, if that couple dealt in blood. Stolen kisses and affectionate touches, maybe being laid down in bed a few times a week. It almost feels warm and gentle and genuine. Sahota could make himself believe it if not for nights like this, when he returns wounded and some of Vic's old habits open their eyes.

His master moves one hand up his side, digging fingers into his bruised ribs until the pressure drags a yelp from his throat. He pulls him around so they're face-to-face and kisses him through the pain as he holds him in a too-tight embrace.

“Did you find anything?” The older man's tone shifts to something more businesslike. How easily Vic changes roles, seemingly without struggle or pause. The spy wishes it could flow so well for him.

“Yes. I've compiled everything into a file. I'll have it ready to go by morning.”

“Good job.”

A seed of warmth blooms in Sahota's chest at the words, simple as they are. “How much longer do you think it will be until we're ready to launch this mission?”

Vic reaches around to shut off the water. “A few more weeks at most. They're making steady progress. Hunter especially.”

Sahota tenses at the mention of Harbor, but forces himself to shake it off, stepping out onto the bath mat. “Is that so?” is all he says. He's already seen the way Vic looks at him. Like a cat watching a mouse. A new toy.

He used to get that look in his eyes for him, and Sahota hates the twinge of jealousy in his chest, hates the sharper emotions hiding behind it.

“His biotech will prove invaluable for the mission. Maybe for more.”

“More?”

“He’d be an asset to the team.”

Sahota knows he isn't talking about the new kids. He means the two of them. The team. He doubts Harbor's role will end at asset. A sick mixture of jealousy and fear creeps up his throat, threatening to spill out of his mouth in spoken worries, in pleading don't replace me's, don't make me obsolete's.

He chokes it down. Vic wants what Vic wants, and attempting to sway his desires only ever ends poorly.

Instead, Sahota towels off, careful to hold the thick fabric only in his uninjured fingers.

“Maybe he will,” he says. He has no time to waste on his own conflicting emotions. He has intelligence to sort, and if he gets started now, he might be able to catch a few hours of sleep before the team is awake.

He dresses, pocketing a roll of medical tape. He'll set and bind his fingers while the files are uploading. It's more efficient that way.

Vic calls after him in a soft voice, in the tone that reminds Sahota that he does love him, in what ways he can.

“Goodnight, little spy.”

Another name reserved for closed doors, for just the two of them. To remind him that he belongs to Vic, and he should be grateful.

“Good night,” he replies, then pulls the door closed behind him.

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@theonewithallthefixations , @violet-prism-creatively , @whump-me

#sahota after being tortured: *criticizing his captors methods and lack of creativity* #yeah heed the warnings! sahota definitely gets a darker tone than the rest #and yeah im on a sahota roll i guess #t$$ sahota #intimate whumper #spy whump #total$hit$how #angst #a sanitized version for this account

[acosmicblizzard]

Hello sorry if I'm bothering you but I wanted to share one of my ideas with you. So what if the reader appeared on the Loufu and it caused a small tremor along with a large energy fluctuation so Jing Yuan went to investigate with Fu Xuan going with him and they came across an unconscious person who was not only confused when they awoke but completely exhausted, hungry and with strange markings on some parts of their body and when they got examined by a doctor it was discovered that they had an extremely large amount of strange energy within their body. (This was inspired by the first episode of Aphmau Diaries rebirth, here's the link if you don't know what I'm talking about: https://youtu.be/1Vzq1QZVtuk?si=kyIxOyJTSnTjNaMG) (if you don't want to write this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight☺️)

Hello! Thank you for the request i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, mentions of medical treatment.

Story type: Headcanons, scenario, can be read as either platonic or romantic.

Pairings/Characters:  Jing Yuan & Fu Xuan.

Jing Yuan & Fu Xuan with a Aphmau!Reader

After the incident with phantylia, the stellaron, the disciples of Sanctus medicus, and the revival of the ambrosial arbor, The Loufu had been on strict watch for any unbalanced fluctuations of energy. There were many concerns of energy of abundance possibly flowing in the air and causing more to become mara-struck, or the possibility fragmentum from the stellaron starting to form and cause destruction. No matter the reason, the divine seat of foresight had been keeping a close eye on everything. Suddenly one day, a tremor shook the ship and a strange amount of energy flew through the central starskiff Haven, instantly catching the sight of the Loufu's army and the gaze of the seat of divine foresight. A immediate evacuation was ordered and all incoming starskiffs were put on hold. It didn't take long at all for the soldiers to scurry around the entirety of the Haven and have some of them find a unconscious person on the floor, strange. Unsure if the person was even alive, a soldier lightly poked the person with their spear to try and get a response. Your consciousness lightly stirred as you weakly lifted your head to see two armored men standing above you, your vision barely able to make our the details of their armor as your head pounded in pain. "Hey.. what do we do with this person..?" "Report this to the general and get them some medical attention obviously!" "But what if they're dangerous?! They could leap up and attack us when we have our backs turned! They could be pretending to be weak and docile!" The soldiers bantered back and forth before your conscious settled once again you passed out, too exhausted to properly process the situation. "Enough." A stern feminine voice broke through the argument as a short woman approached the two soldiers standing over you. Her pink hair flowing behind her as she approached the area and looked at you. "tch.. unbelievable. To think soldiers of your caliber would preform so poorly. I'll handle this from here." She spoke, her serious voice breaking apart any doubt the soldiers might have had. "Understood, Master Diviner!" The soldiers left on command, allowing the woman to take control of the situation. Seemingly out of nowhere, a taller white haired male approached, casually talking to the pink haired woman. "So is this person the source of the tremor?" He asked. "I'm unsure, but they could be related to it. If they'll be a danger to the loufu is uncertain yet.. let's at least get them medical treatment." She responded as she stood up from her previous crouched position and called some soldiers over to assist getting you help.

Awakening in a strange place wasn't what you expected but waking up to see two people talking nearby freaked you out as you jumped out of the bed in fear and immediately get aggressive. After initially being a bit startled the two calmed down and gradually tried to calm you down, after trial and error they eventually got onto talking terms with you and began to explain everything and introduce themselves. "My name is Jing yuan, the general of this place. You're currently on the Xianzhou Loufu, a interstellar ship. And this woman is Fu Xuan, the Master Diviner of the Loufu." Jing Yuan said as he gestured to the short pink haired woman next to him who stood there with a un-readable expression. "I know you must be confused, but we mean no harm to you." Jing yuan stated as he walked towards you and offered his hand in goodwill. And here, a never-ending journey of confusion and discovery started as even with some restrictions at first such as needing to be accompanied by soldiers everywhere you went or needing medical check ups often, you were warmly welcomed into the loufu at the guidance of the general and master diviner.

Jing Yuan

Other then paperwork, taking naps, and sitting pretty in the seat of divine foresight, jing yuan is a pretty open man. If he wanted, he could go stroll around the scalegoat waterscape, or go and watch the starskiffs pass by in the centeral starskiff haven, but he really just wants naps and often invites you to take them with him.

Similar to his usual still nature, Jing Yuan is quite talented at and likes playing chess and will often ask you if you want to play a round or two. He may go a bit easy on you considering how much of a veteran chess player he is, but if you ask him not to prepare to be destroyed in like 4 moves.

Strangely, Jing Yuan finds fun simply just being around you. Once you've lived for a long time the sights you see everyday can become stale, yet all it takes is one new addition to give it a splash of color. Being able to tour you around the loufu brings him joy as he see's your eyes light up curiously at all the normal sights of his life.

Being the general of the loufu and all, he makes money. Of course that's not the main reason he became the general, but over his many years of service he could probably buy entire ships similar to the loufu, because of that, he often will buy stuff he sees you look at and have interest in. Even if it's something as simple as a cup of tea from a tea house, or a book from the nearby vendor, or a pair of new clothes, no expense is too much.

With the strength and perseverance of living for hundreds of years, Jing Yuan will continue to stride forward with the people he meets making a impact all the while. With you being one of those most important people he meets.

Fu Xuan

Though Fu Xuan is often busy with her work as the master diviner in the divination commission when she's not working, you can often find time to sit down with her and just chat.

These relaxing meetings often comes with sitting down together and getting some tea from any nearby teahouses of the loufu or Fu Xuan decided she herself wanted to mix some tea. To her tea always gives her the boost of energy she needs to make it throughout her work day, and thinks you would like the tastes of some of the many different types of tea.

Along with this Fu Xuan often likes reading and quoting old things that people don't really understand, so she'll often invite you to read her old favorite books or watch old films with her. If you accept, you'll eventually pick up on some of her quirks and began speaking "Fu Xuan" as some other loufu inhabitants call it.

If you ever want to learn about your future or discover your past, Fu Xuan will gladly cast some divinations for you when she can. Even if walking through the past isn't her specialty she'll use the matrix of prescience similar to how she tried to help march uncover her past and walk through it with you.

No matter how busy, no matter how stressed, no matter what time, day, or if theres an emergency or not. Fu Xuan will always be willing to stand by your side till the very end of time.

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail fanfiction #hsr fanfiction #honkai star rail fanfic #hsr fanfic #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr scenarios #honkai star rail scenarios #hsr headcanons #honkai star rail headcanons #honkai star rail jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail fu xuan #hsr fu xuan

[m5l0dy]

WHAT A PAIN ...

Scaramouche x child!gn!reader

This is strictly platonic !

TW: mention of human experiment, abuse, occ scara

You were one of dottore's experiments.

It isn't really as fun as he promised. Not to mention you were one of his best ones considering you survived most of his tests from ever since you were 6. You tried to run away before but of course he managed to catch you.

But that doesn't mean you wouldn't do it again.

here you are, running non-stop. Trying your best to not to be seen by any one, but your luck isn't really heavenly..

You ended up bumping into the balladeer, what a good day. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in dottore's lap?" He questioned. He actually tried not to scare you but his wish wasn't granted seeing that you tried to scoot away from him. "Uhm...I.." you couldn't form a word by the way he was glaring down at you. "P-PLEASE, DON'T BRING ME BACK THERE, I...I DON'T WANNA!" You didn't have a choice. All you could do is beg and whine for him not to take you back. And that caught him off guard, but again, this is dottore were talking about here, who wouldn't? Back to you, Scaramouche didn't actually know what to do. He may seem like a cruel person but he's been in your place before.. "Sigh, come here" huh..? He wasn't going to send you back? You were certainly confused but anything is better than that cruel place. He managed to sneak you in his office. And now you find yourself sitting by his side while he does paperwork, it is boring just to sit there and see him do work, but you'd rather do that then be used as an experiment again. So you just sat there obediently waiting for him to finish. Scaramouche knew that he had to give you back since dottore held more authority over him, but the way you seemed so scared back there just made him do this without thinking and he didn't seem to mind your company that much, oh how he wanted to take you from him. He'll have to try and ask to tsaritsa later... Wait- why is he thinking like that!? You're just a child who ended up in the fatui's grasp, and he just met you! You're really something, maybe it's something you did to him that made him even take you to his office? Like brainwashing? I mean you are one of dottore's "special" experiments, or- "m-mister? Are you alright?.." a quite voice suddenly took him away from his thoughts "hm? What do you mean?" "Well you s-suddenly starting staring at me, so I thought..uhm.." oh, he was too deep in his thoughts to notice he was staring- well glaring at you. "No, it's nothing. I just spaced out, that's all" now you were scared. Was he thinking about making you his experiment? Or maybe you did something wrong? Negative thoughts filled your head that you started shaking more. Scaramouche noticed that something was wrong. "What's with you? Why are.. crying" you didn't even notice that you were infact crying. The harbinger now thinks HE did something wrong. Maybe, he scared you too much? Archons, he can't believe his doing this.. "t-there, there.." he was petting your hair, trying his best to calm you down. If you told someone that the balladeer, the 6th harbinger would be nervous because of a child, they'll be laughing at your face, but here he is. He himself couldn't believe it, him? Nervous? What a joke. It's not really funny now.. You didn't know if it was right to do this but you were too sad to think about your actions. You jumped on his lap and starting cuddling him... You were showing little to no respect to him right now, but he didn't push you away. He continued petting your head for a while until he realized you were asleep. Archons, now he either have to pick you up or wait for you to wake up. He ended up picking you up to the couch in his office for you to sleep more comfortably, but you didn't want to let him go, you were clinging to him like a koala. So, he didn't have a choice but to cuddle you in the couch. What a pain ...

Hello! I hope this was good (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠) !! Hope you have a good day <33

#genshin child reader #platonic genshin x reader #genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #fluff #x child reader

[didderd]

Hi Alex! I was wondering what the boys would do if they were trying to go out with someone who's super oblivious (or maybe just thinks that there's no possible way that someone actually has feelings for them) and they just weren't getting the hint?

*pushes up my nonexistent glasses* heheh *starts clacking away at keyboard*

(gonna kinda mimic @/wishing-stones formatting style wif these sorta asks n harness their good writing energy)

(these got... super long, so under th read more 't goes. (fkn. Tou's and Snaps' take up my whole screen each. i have no self control lmao.) also jus a heads up. Snaps' mentions ~sexual relations~ lol)

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Tic is subtle and has a hard time being straightforward. He'd built up the courage to tell them several times, over several months. Each time, pushing himself to get less subtle about it.

The first few were mixed into bad jokes. "knock knock" "who's there" "a sphinx" "a sphinx who" "a sphinx I like you". Every time, they laughed and blushed, but then assumed it was just a joke.

The last couple of times weren't even mixed into jokes, yet they still assumed he was just messing around.

This time he goes all out. He brings them somewhere beautiful, maybe under a starry sky, and after watching the stars for a bit, he grabs their hands and tells them he loves them. And when they still don't believe him, he brings them close. Inches from a kiss, and tells them he's 100% serious. He shuts them up by closing the gap before they can deny it again.

Tac has been very obviously flirting with this person for about a month, but he guesses he flirts with a lot of ppl, so it's not too farfetched to think he's just like that, so he steps up his game.

He gets more romantic with it. He gets them flowers and asks them out. (He'd asked them out a few times before, but they thought he was just being his usual flirty self. Which wasn't entirely wrong, but doesn't mean he wasn't serious.)

When they think he's just messing around again, he pulls them in with a hand on the small of their back. He assures them that he's 100% serious, and brings them into a deep kiss.

Tou is already very physically affectionate with his friends. Anything they'll allow. Holding hands, kissing their forehead/cheek, friendship cuddles. But with his best friend/crush, he always lingers longer than with the others.

He's absolutely ecstatic that they like the physical affection, but he wants more. He kisses their cheek often, and wishes he were kissing just an inch or two over, but they just don't see what his constant physical affection and lingering touches mean, so he gets more verbally affectionate.

Tbh, his verbal affection was already strong too, so this doesn't do a lot either, but he'd thought if he's now constantly calling them cute, beautiful/handsome, stunning, etc, they'd get the hint.

One day he leans into them, grabs their hand, and calls them the most attractive person he's ever met. He thinks surely they'll have to get the hint now, but they still think he's just being nice.

He gets a little frustrated and picks them up, tossing them over his shoulder, and ports into his room. (He rarely ports outside of battle training.) He sits them on his bed and sits next to them, grabbing their hand and leaning in a lot closer this time.

He kisses their hand, not breaking eye contact for a moment. He tells them he loves them, and that he's not just being friendly, and once they finally get it, he brings them into his lap for cuddles.

Snaps honestly takes a very long time himself to realize he actually wants to be with this person rather than just fuck them. Anyone else would have realized he has feelings for them far before he did.

They've been friends with benefits for months before he realizes it (with some help from his boss).

Once he's done having a crisis about having emotions he was sure didn't exist in him, he goes straight to their apartment and tests the waters.

He makes them a nice breakfast before they get up (tics not bothering him this time, as he's too focused on making it good for them). He holds their hand while they watch TV instead of holding their thigh/waist. He kisses their hand before they leave for work, and sneaks in the pet name "honey" rather than the usual "bunny" as he sees them out.

All of this, they only seemed mildly suspicious of, or flushed at and waved it off, so he gathers that he has to go further with it.

When they get back, he greets them with flowers at the door, dressed well, in a nice button-up and some dress pants. (Tho, he's still wearing his fingerless gloves.)

He leads them to the table, where he'd set up a candle lit dinner. (Food delivered from one of their favorite places, bc he wasn't confident he wouldn't mess up a fancy dinner.)

When they assume he's just buttering them up to ask if they can do something new in bed, he chuckles and assures them this isn't about sex anymore (tho he wouldn't mind that after dinner). His eye light appears, and he leans in, grabbing their hands, and he tells them he wants to be more with them, that he thinks he loves them.

#jbkfgjnkgj 'm sorry i rly couldn't find a way to shorten tou n snaps' any more. they'r so long idk what happened lmao #n tou was supposed to be th one i have the most trouble with!! #rly i had the most trouble with snaps. but ig more trouble = more overthinking = longer portion kjdfnkj #tac's is the only one that's relatively short #idk how wishing stones keeps their answers to these so brief /pos #'s so hard to not jus let everything in my brain spill out into these things #i can't read over all this again 's too much. so i'll jus go ahead n post it hhh #tic sans #tourette's sans #tac sans #fell tourette's sans #tou sans #swap tourette's sans #snaps sans #killer tourette's sans #tourette's sanses #undertale #undertale au #didderd ocs #didderd writes #didderd asks #mushroomchildwithaknife #above read more: silly goofy. doesn't bother with capital letters and full words #under read more: proper. pristine. like u'd pulled sections out of a legit fic or book

[nogenderbee]

Toya "B, N, O, R, S, T" yandere alphabet please?🥺

Sure! I kinda wrote it from the end but it shouldn't matter much honestly. Anyway, I just hope you'll like it just as much as I did ^^

Alsoo I already did S and T opsie- (well have double again I guess-)

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔹, ℕ, 𝕆, ℝ, 𝕊, 𝕋 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Toya B, N, O, R, S, T yandere alphabet

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TW: unhealthy obsession, threats, stalking, mentions of killing

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @miya-akane @toyaswif3y @toyaslove @bl4cktourmaline

✧ Both = You are a Yandere too, what's their reaction?

It's the biggest surprise to Toya when you're both yandere's. I mean... he literally sees you as perfect human being and yet, you feel this amount of love towards HIM?! Don't get him wrong, he's more than happy! In fact, he might just faint from the happiness he's feelings...

But if you want him next to you, that's the thing he'll do for you with the biggest smile on his face. He'd to anything for you, so you'll never have to be worried about him spending time with anyone else because you're the only thing on his mind.

"Really? You want me to be next to you forever? Well I'd happily fulfill that wish. It's something I'm craving for as well actually~"

✧ Non stop = How clingy they'll be when you're in relationship? How possessive are they? And how much free space do they give you?

Toya may be a bit clingy but he wouldn't he much possessive. He's not the type to kill someone just because they're talking to you, but he may do so if they're being a bit too close with you for his liking.

As for his clinginess, he just wants to be close to you for as long as possible. He sees you as someone with no flaws, the definition of perfect, it's only natural that he'll want to be witness or your every move. But he also knows what personal space is and will not hesitate to give you a bit of room when you ask for it! Just make sure to tell him that as he can be a bit blunt sometimes... trust me, he won't get mad and instead will text you like twice a day, to make sure you're doing good but to not be insistent.

"Hello, how are you doing today? Did you had the rest you needed? If so, maybe you'd like to spend some time with me today?"

✧ Risk = How risky will they be with getting rid of rivals?

Surprisingly Toya will need to really despise his rival for him to kill them, so he usually tries to eliminate them with a bit of threats. He's th quiet type and I feel like some may not even notice his presence sometimes so he uses that to his advantage. He'll carefully stalk his rival and collect the evidences he needs to make them feel powerless.

Once he has everything he needs, he'll send it to them anonymously, showing he knows about their biggest secret and threatning them he'll tell everyone about it if they won't leave you alone.

But once you confront him about it? He doesn't even hide it, he just admits to it and explains his reasons. He would never dare to lie to you, so he'll try to fairly gain your forgiveness.

"I'm terribly sorry, my love... They just had such a bad influence on your life, I had to do something."

✧ Sweet = Even when they're Yandere they can be sweet. What's their sweet Yandere side?

Toya's sweet side would be that despite craving for your attention and presence in his life, he'll do ANYTHING if it means you being happy. That also means fulfilling your every wish whether it be leaving you...

Now let me tell you, he'll suffer through all the days he's away from you but if it means you being happy? He's alright with just admiring you from distance... And if you happen to be close with someone's else? Well... he'll have real hard time to decide if he should intervee or not after seeing your smile. Sure, it ends up with him somehow separating that person from you but at least he thinks daily for many hours if that's really the right choice because he doesn't want to make you sad.

"If that's what you wish for... Just know I'll never stop loving you and that you can come to me anytime you want. I'll always be happy to see you~"

✧ Type = What type of Yandere are they?

Toya is more of a worshipper when it comes to type of yandere. He sees you as a pure god/dess and that's why he's so obsessed on making you happy. He also won't be afraid to spoil you with compliments, just to show you how amazing you are in his eyes.

He may also being himself down a bit... it doesn't happen often but there's a chance he says something similar to"unlike me" or so.

"You're so amazing... I can't believe someone as perfect as you even exist... I'm truly lucky to stand next to you~"

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#project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader #toya aoyagi #toya aoyagi x reader #project sekai toya aoyagi #project sekai toya x reader #yandere #alphabet #yandere alphabet

[fireemblems24]

Azure Gleam Ch 9

More Azure Gleam to come. So far it's doing everything I wished AM did or had time for.

STORY

Oh, the title includes "Reunion." I'm guessing Dimitri and Edelgard talk again?

Curious how they'll handle this. Because if Dimitri does talk to her and it becomes clear he's after TWSITD, what does Edelgard do? Keep insisting on war or give up and team up with Dimitri against TWSITD? It's OOC for her to give up and let Rhea and the Kingdom live their lives, but prioritizing killing Dimitri and Rhea above even taking TWSITD down would be, eh, questionable on her end to put it lightly. Really curious to see how the writers deal with this.

The Empire is stalemating at Arianrhod. Shez is worried about supplies, but Dedue thinks they need to prepare more first.

Oh, look at that, Dimitri being smart. He plans on cutting off Edelgard's supply line. Since she only uses one, that's brilliant.

Shez thinks if Dimitri pulls this off, he wins the war.

So I'm betting the big enemy will switch from Edelgard to TWSITD. It would be cool for Edelgard to team up with Dimitri against TWSITD, but I doubt that'll happen. She'll probably die or go and join up with TWSITD or escape but the big focus will still be TWSITD and Edelgard a footnote on the way there, hence powering up the Empire after Dimitri would've otherwise taken them out.

Feels like this is going to end part 1, like how GW just ended.

Oh, Claude!? First time we've seen him in a while in AG. Oh, shit, is Claude going to bail out Edelgard for no real reason except writers said so? Because it would make no sense to help the Imperialists if he wants the Alliance to remain standing.

He's wondering what the Alliance will do, what's best for them and trying to predict who's going to win.

Oh, wow, I really expected AG to get the 1 battle deal this time, but nope. Good.

MAP/SIDE BATTLES

Lamo, Shez thinks one hundred Dimitris would wipe the floor with the Empire.

I got to compliment Dedue. Life complete.

Yuri sold Edelgard a tip about a secret passage. He saying some skeevy stuff about that count. I'm betting we'll recruit him this time. He doesn't seem to like Count Rowe's general dude lol.

Dimitri saying he's not good around children in the expedition dialogue is funny, since it's fairly cannon that they like him.

INGRID & RODRIGUE B SUPPORT

Aww, Ingrid got to return to Fraldarius territory and went down memory lane. Again, another support that reinforces how tied all the Faerghus team are together.

It struggles with having enough food too. I think it's the influx of refugees causing the shortages.

Cool details. There's new shops and good roads.

She finally faced it and wants to keep visiting it. Of course, Rodrigue says she should.

Haha, Ingrid ordered Glenn around. Not surprised.

And Rodrigue says it's ok to show weakness and not just worry about pushing forward. He's such a team dad. And very much in line with the themes in the Blue Lions.

ASHE & DEDUE B SUPPORT

Dedue made his own tea blend!!! Ok, Seteth officially has competition for #1 husbando in Fodlan now.

OFC he made it for Dimitri, lamo.

You would forever be second place to Dimitri with Dedue lol.

The tea reminds Ashe of some Lonato made.

And OFC it's a tea to calm nerves. He made it for Dimitri after all.

ASHE & DIMITRI B SUPPORT

Dimitri is checking on Ashe, esp with his role as a knight. Everyone's been nice to him, which is good, but Ashe is still unsure of himself.

Dimitri pretty much knighted everyone who's now his knights.

Ashe has a more romantic view of knighthood. Someone who's loyal to the king and protects their leader and their people.

Then Dimitri's like, naw, they're here to kill people. Loyalty is only there to control them.

Very in-character for both of them.

Dimitri's like go ahead and follow that code, but don't die for it. Now he's talking about Glenn. And how he wants Ashe to choose life over loyalty.

So THAT'S why Ashe defects. He's so miserable about it.

FUCKING FINALLY. All the points to Ashe. Glenn didn't die because Faerghus is toxic. He died because he wanted to protect his best friend. He argues that there's nothing wrong with that.

Ashe respects Dimitri so much. He's so wholesome.

DEDUE & PETRA B SUPPORT

More language learning lessons. She wants to learn the language to help Brigid diplomatically. It's too bad she can't get a teacher in-house.

Dedue is sorta doing the same for Duscur, though not royalty so not as much power.

Dimitri wants to make Duscur independent again. I'm so glad AG is paying more attention to Duscur.

Petra also realizes that Dedue is more than just Dimitri's bodyguard.

Giving these two a support was a brilliant idea.

DIMITRI & SYLVAIN B SUPPORT

Aww, Dimitri didn't want House Gautier's opinion, but Sylvain's. Their relationship is underrated.

Lamo, Dimitri is speaking with others about bringing commoners into the nobility. This game does a shit job justifying Edelgard's war if everyone is on their way to doing what she's killing them for not doing.

The main concern is lack of crests. And funny that it's Sylvain defending them and Dimitri saying it doesn't matter. The more you learn about Sylvain, the less sense he makes defecting to the Empire.

Lamo, the Kingdom is already discussing the possibility of getting rid of inheritance.

Sylvain only shows the political side of himself to Felix and Dimitri.

I love this support. Dimitri is just showing Sylvain with compliments and expressing how much he relies on Sylvain (which is very healthy for him to admit). Then Sylvain is admiring Dimitri back.

DIMITRI & FELIX B SUPPORT

My first Dimilix support in Hopes. It better be good.

Ah, starts with Felix calling Dimitri an idiot, these two are just so . . . I love them. One of the most complex relationships in all of Fire Emblem. And I live for it.

"Idiot, let me worry for you!!!" Is the most Dimilix(Felix) thing ever.

Felix has a mother, everyone. I think she got mentioned before, but power to her for actually existing!!!

Then Felix gets mad at Dimitri for worrying about him and not his own issues, It's the most Felix ever. And then Dimitri's like, oh, that's not possible.

Oh, no, now Dimitri is going off about revenge. And Felix isn't thrilled about it.

Oh, shit is getting real. Dimitri thinks Felix might hate him because he could do nothing when Glenn died and feels so guilty over it.

Felix "I don't hate you, ok." Haha, I love these two idiots.

Dimitri has such horrible survivor's guilt. He feels so guilty for surviving and that Glenn died protecting him. It makes me wonder what kind of hell his head went through when he thought Dedue died in Houses (or actually does die, including CF). That has to be like worst nightmare shit.

Felix is like, ugh, just eat!!

MAIN BATTLE

Shamir and Catherine! Together, as it should be.

Miklan is here too. Still not sure how to feel about this. Ohh, he's the one who cut ties?

He's starting to come around to liking working for the army though. Shamir called him out for having a bad attitude too lol.

Annette is so much shorter than the rest of the Blue Lions lol. She's standing next to Dedue. Who thought that was a good idea. They can barely fit into the same frame lamo.

So Persuade Shamir and Yuri are strategy options. I was confused until I saw Shamir was an allied general and Yuri an enemy one. Getting to both of them, obviously.

I'm guessing Miklain's death is unavoidable? Eh. Seems pointless to bring him back at all.

Isn't this were Ingrid died in SB? Worst moment in the game so far. 

Aha, cool! Cutscene time. And seems it's cannon here that Dimitri defeated Edelgard in combat. He just keeps racking up the badassery in this game. 

So glad Dimitri didn't just let her run. So annoying when heroes do that, except Thales is here to fuck things up. 

Wait, Edelgard FINALLY told him about Thales? Girl, you (maybe?) could've spared all of Fodlan a lot of pain if you just said that earlier. 

Dimitri just whipping the magic away. He's so cool in all of these cutscenes. 

Thales bullshit magic abilities ruining a potential team up. (Could they ever? She seems hellbent on taking over his country so . . .)

Oh, hey, hegemon. 

AG really is going to go there! TWSITD is really the big bad, not Edelgard. Don't misunderstand, Edelgard is the superior villain. But since Dimitri gets two stories, I'm glad one will focus on TWSITD and (hopefully) send Edelgard to the backseat. Bc him vs her again, what's the point? 

Aw, Shez saving Dimitri. These two have such a wholesome relationship. I really like it more than I expected too. 

Aww, this stuff with Shez and Dimitri just keeps piling up. Shez feels so worried about having the same powers, but Dimitri just doesn't care. Still trusts her. It's so sweet. 

I also love how Shez has some personal involvement in this route. It's kinda missing in the other two. 

Dimitri - "I alone-" Felix shuts that down, ofc. Good though. I'm glad seeing Ingrid and Annette speak up. It's obvious to remember how Felix and Dedue got their lives changed, but so glad they called back to what Ingrid and Annette dealt with too. 

Felix saying Dimitri's name so soft when he's hurt. My heart. 

Oh, Ferdinand's dad, Duke Aegir is now in control? What happened to Edelgard? (also, I sorta love how so many dads got whitewashed, but they went full evil with this guy still lamo). 

Is TWSITD controlling Edelgard? Lamo, that's one creative way to write her out of the story without letting her team up with Dimitri or choosing TWSITD over giving up conquest.  

(sorry for the weird formatting, some of this is copy and pasted)

xxxxx

#azure gleam #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #azure gleam spoilers

[niennawept]

Could you do the kidnap fam longfic?

Anon, I am so sorry it took me this long to reply. Things picked up in my life in a way that I was not expecting - but even so, I apologize that I was this late!

This was sent in for my Not-Yet-Written ask game.

One thing that I think is consistently missing from the fandom at large's interpretation of the Kidnap Fam situation is the actual trauma that adoption causes IRL. It's something that most people probably don't know much about unless you're adopted yourself or are very close to an adoptee. Adoption in media has a tendency to ignore the whole scale of grey between a "good adoption" and "terrible adoption."

Two of my first degree relatives were adopted. One as an infant and the other as a ten year old. Both of them experienced trauma from it. Their adoptive parents were doing the best they could to support and care for them, but even in an "ideal" situation, adoption causes some problems with attachment and trust.

I just don't think that Kidnap Fam is even remotely close to an "ideal" situation. Not only are the "adopters" actually kidnappers who are directly responsible for the loss of their mom, they also probably aren't in a good frame of mind. Three Kinslayings, all their brothers dead, zero Silmarils to show for it, and the weight of the First Age on them - Maedhros and Maglor are in no fit state to become adoptive parents.

I don't think that Maglor and Maedhros were ever intentionally cruel to the twins, but one can hurt people without meaning to. I think Maedhros is too wrapped up in his own pain to be much of a help in supporting the boys (extensive headcanons about the difference in his reaction to Elurin and Elured's disappearence aside, even). In this fic, he'll be a supporting character whose relationship with them is a little haunted by the past. The boys rightly sense that he's not very stable and don't gravitate toward him for that reason. I think Maglor has lost whatever resilience he had in the past. He tells them things he shouldn't - things about the Oath, and his father; about the stress and the ostracization from the rest of the elves. All things that shouldn't be their burdens.

Partial bullet point fic below:

Elrond and Elros fight not to be taken. They are convinced that they'll be killed if they are. Their uncles were never found. They weren't supposed to know, but they overheard it.

When they are finally subdued, they refuse to eat. It goes on for far longer than it would for human children. They are afraid the food will be poisoned. Eventually, Maglor convinces them to watch the cook prepare their meals. They start to eat again.

Twins' world is smaller than it used to be. Narrowed to themselves, their tutors (such as they are- disgraced Feanorians all), and Maglor, who insists on dining with them each night - if only so he can be sure they eat one meal. He tries to get Maedhros to join them without much luck.

An uneasy truce develops. The twins are very careful never to say what they think. They hide their longing for their mother as much as six year olds can when they are out of their rooms.

Their captors are both fragile in different ways. They learn where those fractures are and carefully skirt around them.

Winter of the first year, Elros gets sick. A high fever, lungs full of mucus, horrible wracking cough. The elves know nothing about what to do. Elrond begs his brother not to leave him alone and the sound of that makes Maglor snap. He rides through a storm to get a human healer.

Elros pulls through and Elrond begs the woman to teach him what she knows of healing. Maedhros is against it, but Maglor defends Elrond's wish and ultimately wins.

It's the first time that Maglor starts to feel like a real person instead of a complete storybook villain to them. They stop trying to avoid him as much.

That's about as far as I've gotten in plotting this one. I mostly think about it when I accidentally run across some fluffier Kidnap Fam stuff. I do think that the "love grew between them" can and will happen in this fic, but it's got to be a slow build to that point, and there's a lot of fear and doubt anyway.

Sorry for being late and for writing something so long, anon. I hope that you see this.

#niennaanswers #anon <3 #kidnap fam longfic someday maybe

[go-to-the-mirror]

@a-mag-a-day

(taking the quotes from the official transcripts with all "John"s changed to "Jon"s because it's more reliable and... stuff. there's also cws at the top of them)

Anyway, this is mostly a stream of consciousness ramble as I listen to the episode, featuring being sad about Jon Sims, talking some more about how the fear entities work, some Lines that I am very eyes emoji towards, and Lorell St John defending.

Also here's a meta that I really like that is sorta related to this episode. Here is is on the wayback machine, and here is the previous meta.

"iT wAs SuPPosED tO bE a GlOriOuS dAY" sorry ive heard this ad so much-

I like Georgie, I just wish that she liked Jon. Like, I understand why she left, but it just makes me really sad, like couldn't she just give him a chance?

ARCHIVIST (weakly) That's a very good question.

HE MAKES A GREAT ENTERANCE! DRAMATIC BASTARD :3

ARCHIVIST Six... Uh, the others? T-Tim, is he...? ... Oh.

:(

ARCHIVIST Honestly, I, I think I'm alright. (Georgie sighs deeply) ARCHIVIST I mean, that's... good, right? I- GEORGIE After a six-month long coma? No, it's not. This isn't how it's supposed to go, Jon. ARCHIVIST I- What? You'd prefer I was brain damaged? D-Dead? BASIRA Jon... ARCHIVIST What? BASIRA Georgie, could you give us a minute? There are some things we should probably discuss? GEORGIE (Irritated) Fine. ARCHIVIST Georgie, I- GEORGIE Jon, if this really is a second chance, please try to take it. But I don't think that it is. ARCHIVIST Georgie, I don't--! GEORGIE Take care of yourself. (The Archivist sighs and attempts to speak.) [Door opens and closes as Georgie leaves.] ARCHIVIST What about you? Disappointed to see me alive? Basira? BASIRA We can deal with it later. ARCHIVIST Yeah, okay.

HE WOKE FROM A COMA LESS THAN FIVE FUCKING MINUTES AGO-

Like, this is my worst fucking nightmare, two people I'm reasonably close with saying or heavily implying that they'd prefer I was dead what the fuck. Just the way he sounded like he was yk, making a joke asking Basira and she doesn't respond, and he asks again and she just says they'll deal with it later and-

WHAT THE FUCK ITS BEEN LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES. I-

[Image ID: A drawing of someone leaning forward in a chair, horrified. /End ID]

ARCHIVIST (The Archivist takes a deep breath) Statement of, uh... uh... Lorell St John, regarding, uh... (small chuckle) zombies. Original statement given 1st February 2015. Recording by Jonathan Sims, the Archivist.

I remember I LOST MY MIND at that part, at him calling himself the Archivist, but I didn't message anything to my friend, and I didn't share it on my story, but I was VERY abnormal about that. Oh boy. Just um. OH BOY

People always used to tell me I was solipsistic. They said that I never really engaged with other people, never acted like they really existed or mattered, at least not in the same way that I did. And I suppose in many ways they were right. It’s hard to explain without sounding stupid. Obviously other people are real, obviously the, the way a building is real or my watch is real. They exist. If people weren’t real, I’m, I’m sure I would find them much less of a chore. So no, I don’t “not believe in other people”. I just find it very difficult to feel for others. I can’t understand them and they’ve always seemed… Well, there’s no tactful way to say it, they’ve always just seemed a little bit pointless. I know what my pain feels like, and I know what my joy feels like, but when I see those same things on the faces of my friends or my enemies, I feel… Well, that’s it, isn’t it? I don’t really feel anything

Like... same. Yk, low empathy. Just... makes you feel more distant. And it's fine, it's not a bad way to be, it's just a way to be. But... yeah I mean. Yeah. I relate to the statement giver. Lorell St John defense club. She did a lot wrong, but she isn't... a terrible person, she just did some stuff wrong. She hurt people, but like, she isn't irredeemable and... I like her. Like okay, if we're going to defend Jon even if he's hurt people knowing full well they'd be terrified, relying on them to be terrified, then I'm pretty sure we can defend Lorell for hurting people who she didn't think were people. I have feelings about her.

I like the idea that they are actually real but that her fear of them not being real manifested in something actually not being real and, in her mind, confirming that she was right, that she's the last real human out there.

There's a lot of stuff here that can point to different fears because Smirke's 14 isn't ,the end all be all, yada yada, gender. Maybe The Spiral, because she thinks she's the only one that can see them which could have led to her doubting her own perception of things, but she doesn't. Could be The Lonely, because she sometimes found herself alone, in a room only with those zombies, similar to MAG 108 - Monologue, which is similarly iffy on its placement in Smirke's framework. Word of God says it's The Stranger, which it could very well be, things that are not human infiltrating society, that's pretty Stranger. I have also seem the interpretation that they're The Extinction. Fear of humanity being gone, and something else in its place. I... I think that it's a mix of The Lonely, The Stranger, and The Extinction, but there are plenty of different interpretations, and the author is dead, so take its placement in The Stranger playlist as canon or not, your choice.

I first saw him in the street. It wasn’t difficult to guess what he was, half the people around him were just as hollow and soulless, but there was something else to him.

This could point to all the other "zombies" being just Lorell thinking they were zombies, and not actually being soulless. Perhaps.

Had he taken Norma’s self, her, her soul? Or had she always been a zombie, cramped into her little open plan desk, patiently listening to client complaints, and I just hadn’t noticed?

I can see why The Spiral could be an interpretation of this. Not trusting her own perceptions, could Norma have always been a zombie? Can Lorell trust any "real" people if she didn't notice that Norma was a zombie?

They’re all like that now. You’re all like that, I suppose. I have no reason to believe anyone will read this who would be any different, no reason to believe you’ll be able to read this, that you won’t simply stare blankly at this page before performing your response, your artificial opinion. There is every chance that I am the only one left, and the whole world has fallen to a soulless horde, devoid of life and feeling.

And here's where The Extinction comes in. Is she alone in like a different world, a domain of The Stranger, Lonely, Extinction, or whatever? Just surrounded by the empty shells of humans just like she feared. He fears manifested by The Fears, and turned into "[her] own private hell" (bonus points for anyone who knows where that's from). And that leads me on to the point of... well, Avatars aren't the only ones who can shape The Fears. Her fear of being alone surrounded by empty soulless husks seems to have manifested into being alone surrounded by empty soulless husks. I think that's really interesting.

Even so, thank you for pretending to care.

This line just makes me sad. She knows -- or believes -- she's completely alone, and the only interactions she can get are from things she knows -- or believes -- aren't human, aren't even alive, not properly. I'm just... really sad about Lorell St John. God, get her a hug, and a real life human friend, and some actual help from a real life human person... But it's too late for that, isn't it. Either they're not real, and she's in the real world, and she believes wholeheartedly that no one around her is real -- which is actually the better of the two situations -- or she's in a different world, surrounded by people who aren't people, and... well, her fear at being the last one left, her fear of the people who aren't people surrounding her, her isolation... well, I'm sure it's a feast for The Fears. I don't think they're likely to let her go any time soon.

It can be hard, though, sometimes, other, other people. Feelings. I-I’m trying to focus, trying to make sure I’m the same me as before, but how can anyone really remember that? How do you know you’re the same person that went to sleep?

Low empathy Jarchivist rights?

This gets me thinking about the whole teleportation thing, and not being the same person, just being killed and reconstructed exactly the same. What makes you you? Is it your memories? The actual, physical stuff that makes up your body? Is it something else? Is it just a feeling? I like thinking about stuff like that. Metaphysics is interesting.

ARCHIVIST I don’t… Music. Everything was wrong. Gertrude was there and then… dancing? I think? Then… pain, and I was somewhere else. Dreaming

You were somewhere else you say. Interesting. I'm sure that turn of phrase won't come up ever again. /s

To transcribe from messages to Jay Mapleejay (follow owl pls ty)

KILLING AND MAIMING "Somewhere else" EE And that's like his spooky dream hellscape Obviously you know, you've listened to the same podcast i have AND THEN LIKE OBVIOUSLY THE SOMEWHERE ELSE IN EPISODE 200 LIKE 👀UHH UH UH UH

So, that's interesting in a completely normal way.

(Oh funnily enough in an earlier message on that topic I said "I'm gonna make a tumblr post about this. At some point." so. yep)

Oh and some other thinking about the first 3 episodes about season 4 things:

what RIGHT did the first three episodes of tma [season 4] have to be: 1. Emotionally damaging 2. HAVE UH THAT??? THAT??? [referring to the somewhere else thing] 3. *dying in parallels* 4. low/no empathy character <3 she's just like me fr 5. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU DID YOU THINK YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM THE BRAIN THINKING HAHAHAHAHAH L

Jay said "relistening to tma is a form of torture /hj" and I have to agree tbh. I'm in emotional pain.

ARCHIVIST (Darkly) What did he do to Martin?

*points* GAY

Well, I guess we should probably let one of the nurses know I’m awake. I’m sure they have all sorts of tests to do, make sure I’m not a zombie or a…

Or a what Jon?

ARCHIVIST (Calling) Oh, or a cup of t- ... Okay.

AND HERE WE END, VERY SAD, JONS HAVING A BAD TIME, SOMETHINGS GOING ON WITH MARTIN, AND NOTHING IS OKAY! Perfect start to season 4 :) depression, the season.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma meta #the magnus archives meta #mag 122 #mag 122 - zombie #lorell st john #jonathan sims #tma spoilers #i have other thoughts on this but... #well #i will say them elsewhere and will not connect them to the tma relisten #yep #landscaping-your-mind-chapter-one #a mag a day

[phoneguyfanclub]

After Bite - Phone Guy and Jeremy

Summary: The more I analyze him, the more I realize that behind that cheery facade is a terribly depressed, self-hating man. (Jeremy's thoughts after the Bite of 87.)

…

As I lie in my hospital bed, I gaze up at the ceiling, transfixed by the shapes in the ceiling. It is quiet.

Then, someone walks over.

"J-Jeremy…?"

His voice is weak, and my heart feels a tinge of pity for him.

"Excuse me, but who are you exactly?"

"I-it's me… Remember? I c-called you every night at Freddy's…"

I nod, recalling the voice. It sounded less static-y in real life. Yet full of that nerdy adorableness nonetheless.

"Ah yes. The Phone Guy."

He gripped my hand tight, as though he'd been worried about me. Why would he be worried about me? I barely remembered my last shift, and looking at the clock I realized my next one was about to start.

"Uh, dude? I think I should be getting back to-"

If there was a word for how quickly he cut me off with just stutters and word fragments, I'd use it. He seemed to be trying to tell me some horrible news but was unable to speak it. I put a hand over his hand, wanting to reassure him.

"Come on, dude. I'm the one who should be worrying. You're the one who always smiles and tells people things'll be alright." I gave a playful smirk, hoping we were close enough now for him to get the irony.

"Jeremy, I…"

He cut himself off again, his eyes glazed over with worry and guilt. What would he feel guilty about?

A hair strand was bothering my forehead, so I moved my hand to brush it away. Then I felt it. The long scar that had to be stitched up.

"Oh." I said. Not entirely sure what else to say, I stared back at him.

He squeezed my hand.

"I-I'm sorry, Jeremy! I was scared, and they were threatening my livelihood. T-they said i-if I talked, I'd be b-blacklisted from ever working again!"

"Dude…" I offered him a hug. And the Most Affectionate Man at Freddy's hugged me, but it felt so unlike him. So hollow. "You don't deserve that. You did nothing wrong…"

Shaking his head, he mumbled under his breath.

"Y-you don't k-know me, Jeremy. I'm a company spokesman… W-we're paid to lie…"

I pulled him back from me and made him look me in the eyes.

"Tell me what happened, Phone Guy. I need to know."

He nodded.

And he told me about what had happened that night. How the company wanted me to work a double shift in the morning, and the weird requirements they had for me. Wanting me to wear my uniform and stand close to the animatronics. Back then I hadn't questioned it, but if I'd been able to focus on the call more I might have noticed that something was off. During a previous night, Phone Guy had told me to stay away from the animatronics. So why would he contradict himself now?

"T-they handed me a slip of paper. I-I read off what they wanted you to do… Uh, yeah."

"Mm. I remember now. And that fox thing chomped down on me!" I laughed, despite it all. "Yeah, but it was kinda my bad too… I should have noticed your cry for help. You even told me that you'd be taking the night shift after me. Duh!"

He looked away, trying to smile a little for my benefit.

I put a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, dude. Don't do this… The animatronics are- You know what they're like."

For the first time, I notice how defeated he looks, all pretense gone.

"Please. Don't do it, man." I keep going, hoping I can convince him. There must be a way. "If you go back there, they'll kill you!! Come on…"

He nodded.

"I know."

I squeezed his shoulder, and he instinctively turtled with the tiniest smile on his face.

"Aw. See, it's okay… I forgive you." I released my hand from his shoulder, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "You-you don't have to do this."

He relaxed and looked at me for a moment. Almost like he was pondering something. I wished I could read his mind.

"Jeremy…?" He said at last. I nodded. "…I'm glad you're alright." He looked at the clock. "Ah. I-I have to be going soon."

"Good luck."

As I watched him leave, I felt an immeasurable sorrow. Like I hadn't done enough. What could I have done? Talking to him kindly was the only thing I felt could have worked.

He wasn't really going to take the nightshift, was he? I got up, ready to talk some sense into him.

I bumped into a nurse, who ushered me back into my room. My stitches still needed more time to heal.

"Please," I begged. "Let me talk to that man!"

"Sorry sir, visiting hours are over." She brought me back to my room.

"C-can you at least tell me his name? He was my coworker, for crying out loud."

She led me over to the guest book so we could see who signed in to see Jeremy Fitzgerald. But when we looked, the name had been blacked out. Try as we might, it was impossible to tell what had once been written there.

I felt a chill run through me as I realized he might not have been the one to do it.

#fnaf #phone guy #jeremy fitzgerald #my writing #fanfiction #five nights at freddy's #friendship #phonemy #jerephone

[nervousron]

Where do you stand on shipping Michael and Trevor? Pre-prologue did they have an established relationship, an unlabelled "thing," or just ridiculous romantic tension? How about post-canon?

i flip-flop on where I stand a lot. Especially with the pre-game stuff. I don't think it was ever an established relationship, but there are a lot of little comments in the game that make me think they had something going on between them.

(Post Deathwish conversation)

"we're back baby! Mike and Trevor - top of the world."

"T, come on."

"Trevor Philips and Michael... De... *fart sound* together again!"

"Yeah. We're together at this moment, but... ahh... you know it's not..."

"I know, alright? Shit, you're such a downer. I don't even feel drunk anymore."

"Well, you are still drunk. So cheer up."

"Nah, you ruined it."

(Drunk conversation)

(T) Fuck you, actually (M) Dont you wish

(Cutscene in By the Book)

(M) hey, fuck you (T) You know? I'm beginning to think that's exactly what you wanna do (M) Yeah, Jesus. I just said the same fucking thing to my wife

Trevor's attraction towards Michael seems to have been there from the get-go. Lamar jokingly refers to it as "love at first sight" and i dont think he was very far off. When Trevor blew their first robbery together, he was sent to prison for it. By all accounts Michael should've skipped town and continued on his way. But he didnt. He waited for Trevor, a man at this point he hardly knew, and that decision changed Trevor's life irreversibly. I think thats where his infatuation begins.

As for Michael I think the attraction to Trevor comes on slowly. He doesnt realize its happening, and when he does, he makes up excuses for himself so he doesnt have to worry about being a queer. Buddies jerk off together all the time. If your best friend is willing to go a little farther than that and doesn't make it weird in the morning, why not go with it? And if Michael loves him a little, so what? Who doesn't love their best friend. They're Bodhi and Johnny Utah. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid. That's all.

I think they had a good thing going for a while, up until Mandy got pregnant. Then they had an on-and-off thing for years that got more and more volatile as their friendship fell apart.( I wrote like 6 paragraphs about that but it was getting really lengthy so that's a post for another day lol.)

Or maybe they just never acted on it and the farthest they got was weird flirting, drunken three-ways with call girls, or jerking off to the same skin-flick. I can see em' all happening and its a horrible back and forth on my end of which makes the most sense canonically.

No matter what I think they had something really deep and guttural together before the Ludendorff heist

As for post-game i have my realistic idea of what would happen, and my idealistic ideas of what would happen.

Realistically:

Trevor is done pining after Michael. He still loves him, that will never change. But he's done with the heartache. They made up, and they'll hang out from time to time, but Trevor is never going to let his heart be broken by Michael again.

Michael is trying with his family. He wants to make his marriage work. He continues to fuck up, probably still sleeps around from time to time, but he's genuinely trying to stay with Amanda. He doesnt think about his past with Trevor very often, because if Trevor doesnt want to bring it up, neither will he.

They have a strained fucked up friendship, but a friendship nonetheless.

Ideally:

Abso-fucking-lutely. They figure it out. They're a goddamn mess together, but they're happy. They fight like they always do, but at the end of the day they're both trying

(im working on a post about my ending C Trikey thoughts that was supposed to be a reply to iagami a while back. i have so many ideas for a post-C ending for them and most of it is just dumb "lol thatd be funny" type stuff, but a lot of it has genuine thought put into it too. This post is already too long lol. thanks for reading through it!)

#talkaton #as always thanks for waiting a week for me to give a long winded reply

[lunarscaled]

❛  You must never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.  ❜

THE LAST UNICORN (1982)

-> The forest will never be grateful to you for anything. It is an anomalous entity: It lives and breathes and knows spite again you, but it will never be thankful for how you treat it, because it has lived longer than you. It is entitled to your care, simply by virtue of its existence. That doesn't mean Lyric doesn't feel spited by how they get lost in it---it doesn't mean they're not cleaving their way through any branches or nettles that stand in their way with cold precision sharpened to a knife point and wishing they knew where the hell they were, or that something would work in their favor, or that it wasn't getting dark, or anything. They can't even tell how close or far behind them he is anymore, it's all a blur of noise in their senses: they are running for their life and will not turn around. They hear the ear-splitting CRACK of a tree being felled. It is to frighten them, or is he that upset? ( i'm thinking of ending things, they had said with their hands braced on either side of the sink, their chest heaving as their throat stung raw from the retching of trying to unstick whatever had become lodged in their lungs. No---, they sharply corrected themselves, staring at him shadowing the doorway to the bathroom in the reflection of the mirror, I mean: I'm ending things. ) He couldn't actually care that much about it, a Great Earl of Hell of all things. This is just a farce; a bit of play as punishment for making the fool of him. They strung him along the whole time on the verge of collapse and still didn't give him their soul. All they fed him was paltry bits of blood and time as if he were no more than an imp. Of course he'd be upset about that.

-> The heel of their foot hits a tree root covered in moss at the wrong angle and they know they've twisted something before they even hit the dirt by the sharp pain that follows it. Their body and all its momentum stumble and roll another half dozen feet, grass stains in their sweat-soaked t-shirt and dirt in their knees, they feel a sharp branch lodge into the skin of their shoulder that makes them hiss as they roll to a stop on their back covered in leaf litter. Pieces of cover in their hair, the darkening canopy of trees overhead---they hear him before they see him, trying to push with their palms to a sit-up position. His voice, once smooth and sharp, has become warped by many and verges on a cacophony they do not understand. You must never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention. He comes to view by blocking out the light. He is more bird-like than man, each four-toed step sinking deep into the dirt and rotting it, his height theirs nearly twice over and his wings an arc of shadow behind him. He exists like he is not of this world: in some way that's true, and yet in the same breath it is not. They can't even be sure this is the real form or not, or if it is just a fragment of it he has taken to frighten them. When he moves to speak, his beaked maw opens slow, its appearance covered in a viscous black ooze. It does not move to articulate, but leans forward and tilts its head to one side coyly. Done running already?

"---Fuck off!"

-> A tried and true protest even as blood stains their skin and shirt from open scratches and lodged branch. Their chest rises and falls so quick they think they'll pass out; something in them still feels sick and frail as it did when they were contracted with him, but now it feels like an old wound, an aching injury. It yearns for some kind of freshness just to give itself more shape.

"I already told you that you don't have anything to do with me anymore! What's even the point of this!"

#cantuscorvi #⭐ there's a road that may lead you to good or to greed through the power your wishing commands ( cantuscorvi. ) #* questions and answers. #⋇ FEAR WILL BE THE ENEMY AND DEATH ITS CONSEQUENCE: MAGIC MODERN #narrator vc: a little further into the future

[wings-of-flying]

*clears throat* 43 with Ayva and Lizzie perhaps? :)

43 - “I don’t want to have to live without you. I can’t”

The bedroom was dark, the sliver of light from under the door acting as the sole barrier between this faint illumination and complete blackness. Though the room itself was different - it always was - the situation was very familiar to Lizzie. It had been repeated a thousand times before. She lay, tucked beneath the covers, limbs tangled with the woman beside her, in a knot she never wished to undo.

It was difficult to see Ava's face, in the dimness, but Lizzie watched her nonetheless. No matter how many times she saw them like this, she wouldn't ever stop being in awe. The curve of her jaw; the freckles that dotted her cheeks like stars; the little scar that cut through her top lip. It was all fascinating. Little things that made her perfect.

Though they did not speak, it was far from silent. Below, the tavern still was serving, even this late into the night, and all the sounds of tankards slamming, drunken singing and every other ambient noise that you could think of echoed all the way to the rented rooms above. It was sort of comforting to know the world continued without them.

Ava shifted a little, freeing her arm from beneath Lizzie. They sat up and Lizzie grew cold in their absence. Something changed, in that moment. She wasn't sure why until Ava spoke.

"We need to stop this." Her voice was clear and unwavering. She'd been thinking through her words for a while.

Lizzie sat up too, leaning forwards to try and meet Ava's eyes. It stung a little when they turned away, hanging their legs off the side of the bed.

"You're serious," Lizzie realised.

Ava exhaled sharply. "Of course I'm serious. Can't you see that this has gone too far?" She looked back over their shoulder. Their eyes were pleading. "This was never meant to last this long."

"Something's changed. You've never said anything like this before, something's changed. What's happened?"

"Nothing's happened! I just-"

Lizzie shook her head. "I don't believe you. You were acting weirdly all day, what happened?"

Ava groaned, hiding her head in her hands. Lizzie edged closer. She'd never seen the Ferin frustrated like this, not at her at least.

"What changed?"

Raising her head slightly, Ava met Lizzie's eyes. "I'm getting promoted."

Despite it all, Lizzie let out a laugh. "Well that's great. Congratulations. I don't see how-"

"I'll be a Captain, Liz. Away at sea for months on end. Doing Raft's most important jobs." They spoke gravely, and Lizzie soon realised what was coming next. "They'll want me to kill pirates. And I don't get a say in it."

Shit.

They'd both known something like this would happen eventually. It was inevitable really. But they pretended otherwise. It'd worked out fine, this game of pretend, for nearly a year now. It had to stop at some point.

"We have to stop this," Ava repeated.

Something broke in Lizzie's chest. "I don't want to have to live without you. I-" Her voice faltered as tears pricked her eyes. "I can't. I just can't."

"I know." Ava's voice was quiet, barely louder than the noise from downstairs. "I love you, Liz. Which is why this has to stop. You have to stay away from me, because I can't bear the thought of having to hurt you."

The silence was deafening.

"I love you t-"

"Don't say it. It'll make this so much harder if you say it." Ava stood up and began pulling on their clothes. An end. Lizzie's heart ached.

"I'll see you on the battlefield," She said quietly.

"Goodbye." Was the response.

When Ava left, despite Lizzie's wistful hopes, she didn't once look back. They didn't see each other again until Shatterskull. And that was the true end.

#sorry i just realised i never posted this #it's been in my drafts for like months now oops #albatross answers #albatross writes #jrwi frigatebird