#val's blabber

[wastelandhell]

two drunk fools

#my art #val #and that other guy #val is just blabbering in incoherent runglish. danse doesnt understand but hes politely nodding. hes just happy to be there. #i really havent drawn much of anything lately i feel like i forgot how #would up getting hooked on sleeping pills and spent the last couple of months as a zzzombie #but i am getting off them and returning to the land of the living #for once things are going well here in furbyland #paladin danse

[simphornies]

Could I have it's fine if not

A vox x reader where shes his secretary?

A/N: Your wish is my command, <3 This was fun to write. I definitely headcanon Vox as someone that would fluster easily because he's just constantly around the Vees so being around somebody else that he isn't trying to hypnotize or boss around is new territory for him. Enjoy a flustered Vox. Definitely let me know if you'd like a part 2. I love subjecting him to this in my stories.

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Breathtaking [ Vox x Secretary!Reader ]

The moment Vox saw you standing in front of him in his office, he immediately took notice of your curves. The way your uniform hugged every inch of you nicely. He didn't want to admit that you are Velvette's top model. Not that random bitch Valentino tore up in his fit of rage.

Your intelligence. Your charisma. Your hunger for power. He watched you ever since you demanded to work in his company. He took note of every quirk you have, replaying everything you've done throughout the day just in case he missed something.

When he saw that you were getting approached by Valentino, something boiled inside of him. He didn't want him to have your soul and body. Hell. Your body. He wanted you all to himself. No contracts. No deals. But there's one problem. He has no idea how to approach you. Like at all.

"C'mon darling~" Valentino plays with your hair, "I promise I can make you a star. Imagine it, you and Angel Dust. Side by side. You'll make so much money you won't even know what to do with it!" He breathes out his red smoke, surrounding you both. You could only see his eyes glowing behind it. "Don't run away, babe. Make a deal with me." He grins as his voice echoes around you.

You were about to try and fight for your life against an overlord until the smoke clears out with a zap. You feel the electricity crackling in the air. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into them. It was Vox.

"Valentino!" He smiles, "I see you've met my new personal assistant." Val scoffs, a little upset that he got first pick. You weren't entirely aware that you got boosted up to being an assistant but hey. You'd rather that than be a pornstar.

"You never told me this little princesa's your assistant. When did that start?" He whined.

"It started now. I told you I've been watching one of our..." He chuckles, trying to find the right words as to not expose him basically watching you, "...newest recruits."

Valentino almost chokes on his smoke, offended at the lie he just spat out. "Well I need that gorgeous body on set." He lifts up your chin with a finger, taunting you.

Vox moves you behind him before putting his arm around Val, his voice distorting a bit, "Val Val Val..." He chuckled, "You can have any other woman we can reach." They start walking a little bit out of ear shot for you. "I want this one. Got it?" He flashed his hyponitizing eye into his unaffected fellow overlord.

Valentino rolled his eyes and raises his hands up in defeat, "Fine. Fine. Take her." He scoffs, "But as soon as she's gone from your hands. She'll be mine." He chuckled.

"Fucking asshole." You hissed under your breath, secretly hoping he didn't hear it because you're kinda scared of him.

"Well, well. Nice to finally meet you." Vox pivots on his heel to face you, "I'm sure you've heard of me, HA! Who hasn't? The name's Vox." He extends his hand out to you, "And you, my dear, are?"

You take his hand to shake it, "I'm Y/N. I've been watching your work ever since I fell into hell and I've been doing my absolute best to finally get a chance to speak with you! I have so much to say and every time I try to get a meeting set up and-" You rambled before getting cut off by Vox pulling you closer to him as he grinned in delight. "My my. You have a lot to say there, doll. Why don't we go into my office so we can have a real meeting."

You get a bit flustered with your blabbering. "Ah. Yes. Apologies. I was just-" You take a deep breath, "Thank you. For saving me back there."

Vox chuckles a bit and teleports the two of you into his office, leaning into his folded hands. You felt the static all over your skin, your hair floating a bit in certain parts. He walks around his desk and plops down on his chair. You fix yourself up and sit across from him.

"So, Y/N, what were you saying earlier?"

"I want to be yours." You blurt out. Vox blinks, his smile faltered a bit.

"Excuse me?"

"I MEAN-" You clear your throat, "I want to be your assistant. I want to work for you. Under you. I am not afraid to get my hands dirty if it means you rise up in strength as the overlord of this city." If there was anything you can do right, it's killing. And blurting out the wrong things.

Vox chuckled in amusement, "Alright dollface, let's see what you can do." He grins, holding his hand out for you to shake. You shake it with eager delight. ------------------ It's been almost a year since you've begun your work as Vox's personal assistant and it's safe to say that his admiration for you grew over time. You were now next to him at all times. Even though you were his assistant, he was at you beck and call. You honestly didn't expect this behavior out of the powerful demon, but you weren't entirely opposed to it.

"Y/N. Pull up the statistics for the lowest earners this month." Vox states, stress oozing out of his words.

"Yes sir." You nod, directly transporting what he had asked for into the screen in front of him.

"I told you to call me Vox." He groans before cracking his neck, flicking through the screen to note down the employees that haven't met anywhere near the required quota. You take note his stiffness, specifically in his left shoulder. 'He must be working overnight again.' You thought to yourself.

You walk up behind him, gently massaging his shoulders. He flinches slightly from the sudden physical contact. "Wh-what are you doing?" He glitched a bit, hoping you didn't catch that.

"You stayed up overnight again, didn't you?" You sigh, "Sir, you need to take better care of yourself. You may be a powerful overlord but your wits will lose its touch if you don't get the proper rest you need." You work your fingers to massage the knot out of his shoulders as he slowly melted into you touch.

He groans a bit in pleasure, "I-" He started to protest but cut him off before deciding not too. "Whatever. Work your magic. You're good at that with me." He leans further back into his seat as he shuts his eyes, giving into your massage, "And call me Vox!"

You smile, looking down at him, "If you insist," You lean down, whispering into the side of his head, presumably where his ears would be, "Vox."

He was lost in your massage before the sound of his name slips out of your lips, causing his eyes to dart open. "You said my na-" He froze as soon as he turned to face you. Your face was so close to his screen. His face lit up as he slowly starting to buffer.

You grinned at his flustered state, "Sorry. Too close?" You pull yourself back and finally got that knot out of his shoulder. "How come you only have that stubborn knot on your left side?" You thought it strange that it was only on the left. You moved your hands off of the frozen overlord in front of you before shifting over to where he was facing, lightly tapping on his screen.

The taps got him out of his buffered state. He was flustered with you catching him so off guard like that. "No." He coughed, "Just caught me off guard is all." He brings back his signature grin as he looked up at you. "Now what was that question again? Something about a side?"

You roll your eyes, "Your shoulder. The knot I got out was only on the left side. What in the seven rings could you be doing with just that side of you? You arm wrestle Velvette or something?" You state, "You know, I did try that once. She beat me with such ease I never dared to try it again. Valentino just kept trying to lick my arm."

You continued to ramble as he sat and realized why. You haven't left his mind, or his screens, for the last couple of months. He couldn't tell you he's been busy jacking it off to the thought of you sharing his bed with him every night. He couldn't tell you that he wished you were there every time he woke up.

"Ahhh. Yeah! Yeah. Such a bitch to beat." He laughs nervously before quickly getting up, "Well enough of that. Thank you, doll, for the massage. Now, it's almost been a year since you've been by my side and I believe I owe you a treat." He smiled brightly, taking your hand in his, "How about we both the rest of the day off? Let me treat you to a nice restaurant as a...thanks. For your hard work."

Your fingers tapped against the back of his hand, "So...like a date?"

And he glitches again, "No! I mean-pff-what. Nahhhh. That's not-" He stutters, "No! No. I would never-"

His instant denial made your head, and heart, drop a bit in disappointment. You've grown to like him, more than just a close friend and ally. It seems that he took notice of your disappointment as he stopped his ranting to lift your chin up with his free hand.

"Look, just. Get ready. Look pretty! Get Velvette to help you with an outfit if need be. Tell her I sent you. And meet me outside in an hour." He reassures you, "I have quite the surprise for you, Y/N. You know I never disappoint."

"Okay, Vox." You manage a smile, holding his hand tighter. "I'll see you in an hour." You walk towards the door and head straight to Velvette.

Vox puts on his best suit and bowtie. Not allowing a single piece of garment out of place. He waited by the entrance of his building a little bit earlier than the discussed time, eagerly waiting your arrival. Before he knew it he was swamped with reporters, bombarding him with questions regarding the change in the extermination date. He easily answers the questions with his idea of "VoxTek Angelic Security" or so he calls it. He totally just pulled that one out of his ass. He hypnotized the crowd to keep them at bay. As soon as he did, you exit the nearest elevator.

He turned at the sound of heels clacking behind him. You wore a beautiful black dress with red accents that wrapped around your body nicely, hugging your every curve. The drop of your dress went a little bit too low for your liking, straight down from your chest to under your bust, but Velvette insisted that the fashion tape she put on it will prevent any accidental spillage. A slit that revealed the red and blue garter you wore on your thigh that resembled cables. Your hair was curled, half up and half down, falling nicely on your shoulders. On your ears were jewelry that matched the antennas on his signature hat.

The sight of you took all the air out of him, you were stunning in his eyes. "My..." He mumbled to himself as he walks towards you. "You look..."

"Silly, right? I told Velvette she didn't have to go all out. That I was just going out for a meeting with you to celebrate our first year working together." You sigh, looking up at him with a worried look, "If you don't like it, I can quickly change."

Vox couldn't help but snake his hand around your waist, "You look stunning." He grinned, "I can't wait to walk into the finest restaurant in Pentagram City with you by my side." He led you out into the limo waiting, "You're going to break necks with how fast they're going to turn at the sight of you, Y/N."

You blush a bit at his flattery, the makeup you wore barely hiding it. He held the door open for you. You thanked him as you sat inside.

The whole ride there was a test of self-control for Vox. He wanted to hold you in his arms. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest, so much so that he swears you could hear it at this point.

You peek out the windows next to Vox. You thought the lights were beautiful, nothing like what they have on Earth. You were captivated by the lights and he took quick notice of you shifting. You scoot closer to him, trying to get a closer look out the window on his side. "The lights are wonderful here, Vox." You smile, taking in the sights.

You place a hand on his thigh, causing him to blush intensely, leaning over him. "If I were to ask you of anything, I'd love to have neon lights in my room." You look up at him, "If you permit it."

He gave himself a mental pat on the back with how quickly he composed himself. Vox places a hand around your waist, "I will give you anything in my power at your asking." He hypes himself up to finally ask you out to be more than just his secretary. More than just his friend. "If you permit, will you consider this as my first attempt in courting you, dear?"

Your face quickly turned red at the sudden turn on events. You lean back, taking your hand off of his thigh. You attempted to back up but his firm grip on your waist stops you, if anything, he pulls you close to his chest. You blinked at him in disbelief, "I-Of course. I shall. I'm honored at to have your attention."

"Love, you've caught my attention since you arrived in hell." He confessed. Before he could continue, the ride slows to a stop as you both arrive at your destination. "Now, shall we?"

You step out of the limo, hand in Vox's as he assists you, careful to not allow you to trip. "I've gotten us our own private dining room here. Somewhere we can speak freely without anybody listening in on our conversation." He leads you into the restaurant, his words earlier still replaying in your head. 'Is this really a date? A date with Vox?' You thought to yourself.

He pulls out the chair for you before seating himself. He sits across from you, propping up his head on the table with his hand. He chugs the bottle of rum on your table to ease his nerves. A couple gulps in, he was ready to talk. "May I confess something to you, Y/N?" He smiles.

"Yes. Of course. Anything, Vox."

"You drive me crazy." He starts, "You're double drop dead gorgeous. If anything is an honor, it's to have you here in hell as my date. These last few months have been my equivalent of heaven."

You fluster at his words, turning red at the compliments. "Y/N, if I may be so bold. I have fallen for you. You're in my mind, always. Your gaze recharges me as much as it short circuits my system."

He gets up to move his chair right next to you, "My dear, I know I just said for you to consider this as me courting you." He holds your hand in his, "But if I'm going to be honest, I don't think I'd be able to handle keeping my hands off of you for tonight. You're absolutely breathtaking."

In response, you finish off what was left in the bottle he drank out off to ease your nerves. The alcohol flushed your face more than it already was from his confession. "Vox. May I be so bold as to speak my truth in return?"

He gulps down his nerves, a bit on edge. "Yes. You know you're always allowed to speak your mind around me."

"Pardon me, then."

"Pardon you for wh-"

You throw yourself on him, kissing him with passion. His hands instinctively wrap around your waist, closing the gap in between your bodies. You shift to sit on his lap, lacking the shame a normal person, probably not in hell, would have in a high rated restaurant. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into him. You feel his tongue enter your mouth, taking control of yours. He relished your taste. What felt like hours in each others' hold, you finally pull away for air. You gasp and pant, looking into his eyes.

"I've worked as hard as I did, climbed the ranks and dirtied my hands to catch your attention the moment I learned of you. I absolutely adore your mind. Working with you solidified that." You smile sweetly at him, enjoying the shock in his eyes. "I'd love for you to keep your hands on me all night." You winked, "Take that how you will."

You hop off of him, returning to your seat. You sigh contently, holding his hand in yours.

"3..." You count down. Sparks fly from the back of his head.

"2..." You turn to him, his screen was flashing all types of errors now.

"And 1."

His excitement, shock and happiness absolutely drained the city of its power. You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder, waiting for him and the city to properly boot back up. If he unfortunately forgets, you'll just repeat it again for him to remember.

#vox hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette

[voxsremotec0ck]

Vox *Back to the 3Vs HQ after waking up on your couch, suddenly very sober*: FUCK!

Val: Not right now Vox, I'm too hungover.

Vox: No, not that. I mean, fuck! It was them!

Vel: What's he blabbering about this time?

Val: Don't know, don't care. He's too loud right now and that's saying something, I normally like them loud.

Vox: It was them! The polite sinner! The one who smiled and waved! I was on their couch! I was in their apartment! They were right in front of me! They... They took care of me, I was vulnerable, t-they could have done any number of horrible things to me but instead they choose to look after me. *sighs dreamily*

Val: ...

Vel: ...

Vox: ... I DIDN'T ASK FOR THEIR NUMBER!!!

WAITWAITWAIT- I LOVE THIS IDEA OMG

This is actually such a good idea Anon holy shit

Like Vox kinda forgets what Polite Reader looks like because he only saw them once for a split second so he doesn’t even realize it’s them until it’s too late UGHHHHH

Maybe I’ll write this as a thanks for 500 followers??🤔🤔

#polite reader verse is growing #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #ᯤ answers

[thehelluvabossandhazbinhotelblog]

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Angeldust scrambled for his phone with shaking hands, an uneven exhale left his mouth as he looked through his contacts through his distress. "C-C'mon..." He uttered out, tears building in the corners of his eyes. (Even though he couldn't see out of one of them due to it being swollen.)

To put it shortly, Valentino got pissed. Very pissed in fact. Angeldust had made a snarky comment purely out of a bubbling temper he had suppressed for far too long and had violently paid the price.

The constant reminder of his fuck up were the bruises, cuts and various other wounds Valentino had scorched into him. He had dragged Angeldust onto some random street and had thrown him with such force Angeldust had blacked out for a few seconds before regaining his scattered thoughts.

By the time Angeldust had struggled to his feet Valentino spat a harsh insult before driving off and still expected for him to come to work in two days. Angeldust covered his mouth a wave of nausea hitting him like a violent wave.

Shaking the recent memories from his head, he stumbled backwards till his back lightly hit a ruddy brick wall.

Alastor was out of the question; Charlie would ask too many questions, Vaggie would just tell Charlie and Sir Pentious would blabber it all to the others.

With another trembling sigh, he clicked on Husk's name and pressed the phone to his ear.

"What do you want?" Husk's gravelly voice gritted out, he seemed annoyed but not groggy. Angeldust slid down into a sitting position unable to help the shaky sob that left his mouth and the instability of his legs.

The adrenaline rush had passed and the pain began to seep into his skin like a knife jabbing into his flesh.

"Er...Angeldust?" Husk said, was that worry in his voice? No. He doubted it.

Angeldust shut his eyes tightly, trying to block out the distant thrumming of the beeping, swearing, yelling and banging from the back but that was just Hell for you. "C-Can...You... pick.. M-Me up..? .. Please?" He choked out. He didn't mean to sound so unsteady.

There was shuffling on the other side of the phone and a quiet grunt. Angeldust began to wonder if Husk was settling back into bed and preparing him to tell him to "fuck off, It's way too late for that shit." and leave him to be alone.

"I'm coming, where are you?" Husk grumbled out. He sounded tired.

Angeldust glanced around, spotting a corner shop, an apartment building and a large billboard with all sorts of strange, rude and unsettling graffiti over it. "I.." Angeldust swallowed back another sob. "Few blocks from Val's s-studio...t-theres a large billboard and.. a set ..o-of apartments."

There was more shuffling from Husk's side and a grunt. "Right, I'll try find ya."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angeldust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin angeldust #hazbin husk #husker x angel dust #huskerdust #hazbin hotel valentino #angeldust angst #husk is a good friend (or boyfriend) even if he doesnt want to show it

[hisui555]

Hazbin Hotel thoughts : Foils

More of a ramble than anything speculative like the previous posts, just gonna blabber muppet-style about something I like from this show : the Foils between the Good/Ambiguously Good Guys (I mean, Alastor's there, right ?) and the Bad/Opposite Side Guys.

If you have time to kill, fancy yourself the read (<- not even sure that's proper English, and it's my third language anyway. Let's hack it up some more, shall we).

(Foils 2 here)

(Foils 3 here)

(Foils 4 here)

Masterpost here.

I mean the main thing that made my brain go "ding !" like a microwave and scratched it just right like my cat kneading my back when I'm too lazy to stand up and give her food right away, is the parallel between main couple Charlie & Vaggie (they're so sweet together) and villain couple Valentino & Vox (they're horrible people that are hilarious together).

Both have one of them at the head of their 'organisation' (Charlie is the founder of the Hazbin Hotel, Vox is the CEO of Voxtech and the TV tycoon in Pride), composed of one bi character (Charlie and Vox) and one Hispanic character (Vaggie and Valentino - and respectively they're lesbian and pan if you wanna know), yet Charlie & Vaggie are in a mutually supportive, kind, very encouraging, healthy, stable, devoted and genuinely loving relationship, and if they have fallouts (see Episode 7), deal with it in a mature and upstanding way. Vox & Val on the other side are mutually manipulative (see Episode 2), on-and-off together-but-not-dating (nothing wrong with that in itself, it's just how it's the opposite of Charlie & Vaggie), freewheeling, chaotic and co-dependent relationship (as Vees : Vox provides the medium of TV, Val provides the content), even if, for now, it appears to be somewhat functional, if unhealthy - they are less about fallouts and more dealing with the other's tantrums (Vox keeps Val in line, then does a 180 about Alastor as Val riles him up).

They're both same-sex couples but the first are a healthy couple because they mutually love each other and encourage the best qualities they have, always being there for the other, while the second are an unhealthy couple because they based it on power, and being together because they're mutually attracted to their worst qualities : they're a couple AS the worst people, while Charlie & Vaggie are two of the nicest people in Hell. Funnily enough, Val seems pretty open about Vox' past crush/unfading obsession on Alastor and Vox doesn't seem to mind Val's (horrible) obsession with Angel that much, while Vaggie easily gets jealous when another girl is (what she thinks) too affectionate with Charlie : see her reaction to Emily holding Charlie's hand in Ep 6.

Also, both Vox and Vaggie have to deal with an easily overwhelmed-by-their-feelings partner with a penchant for childishness and drama while being the (usually) more cool-headed and rational one (I mean, Charlie does her plans in crayons for hell's sake), but while Valentino is a psychopathic manchild with very little impulse control when angry, that needs to get his head screwed on straight and hurting people to come down from his tantrum, with Vox' babysitting (before he blows his top in the same way), Charlie has that side to her because she actively doesn't want to harm people, as well as being empathetic and a bit naive, along with her usual musical theatrics - it puts her at odds with the rest of Hell, who for the most part are raging jackasses indulging in their worst behaviors. But just like Valentino, if she focuses on what's urgent or important (and is willing to go that far), she can be quite dangerous and capable (Ep 8) - ironically, in a physical fight, while Val shows perfectly capable of using his mental capacities to manipulate and pressure both Angel and Charlie into making her leave (alongside the heavy beating on Angel, but he actually avoids the confrontation with the Princess of Hell - way more powerful than he is - that way).

Vox and Vaggie also have quite the temper underneath the rationality : Vaggie when loosing her nerve with the Hotel residents' idiocy, Vox when hearing the first wink about Alastor. Vaggie and Val may be the more readily violent (in completely different ways, because, I mean, Valentino) while Charlie and Vox the ones to plan things out (Hotel group activities and redemption VS getting Pentious to spy for the Vees), with material and budget back-up for each (Princess of Hell VS CEO), so there's kind of a square crossing between the two teams : they each share personality traits (in WIDELY different ways though) with the two others on the opposite side.

Valentino & Vox is also a foil for Angel & Husk (whether these latter two stay friends or become more remains to be seen, but as things are for now, I'm telling it how it currently is and will call them friends) : both Val and Husk are pansexual, but one follows the stereotype and jumps on anyone (Val), while the other doesn't wear his sexuality on his sleeve, is respectful with others' boundaries and has a clear, justified limit on his (see Ep 4). Valentino's horrible abuse of Angel becomes even more gut-wrenching when it shows (for now, and if the Instagrams are loosely canon by now) that he's perfectly capable of having a functional (if mutually manipulative and unhealthy) relationship with Vox - meaning he's chosing to hurt Angel and be a sadistic bastard.

Angel does a (very toned-down) certain version of sexual harrasment (constantly hitting on Husk, invading his personal space, H24 innuendos towards him, etc) just like Valentino, to try to get what he wants - but Husk sees it as the unhealthy mechanism it is to mask his pain, coping with the abuse, and calls him out on it. While Angel is naturally promiscuitous, he stops his tryharding, coke-myself-out-of-consciousness ways, and stands up to his rapist - all of that supported by Husk, while Vox doesn't lift a finger to stop Val until it Harms The Image, and even offers his lowest-earners so that his squeaky moth asshat of a boyfriend can shoot someone. Angel detaches himself from the Valentino-shaped shadow that looms over him, and Husk, an ex-Overlord dealing in souls and gambling, having them under his control, is the better version of Vox, who watches and controls everything he can.

Last but not least, Sera is a foil to Carmilla (and obviously, Lucifer, but I might do that one in another post). They're both mom-like figures (if not outright moms, like Carmilla is to her daughters) that are greatly motivated by protecting those under their charge (Winner souls and Emily VS Sinner souls and Odette, Clara, and even Zestial if that line in Whatever It Takes is to be taken at face value - though Carmilla means it at the very least as a close friend). Sera is willing to lie to her daughter (sister ?) figure Emily to keep her happy and out of the loop, regretting allowing the Exterminations to happen, and refusing to question the system for fear of retribution (like what happened to Lucifer), on her or her wards. When called out on her behavior and for help, she refuses to lend a hand and upholds the status quo, even if she's trying to be compassionate and doesn't agree with the sheer pettiness that motivates Adam and Lute.

Carmilla on her side outright broke the rules (on accident - she wasn't expecting for it to work), killing the unkillable in self-defense for her daughters. When asked about in Ep 3, she tries to deny it, both out of fear of a suicidal uprising, and just like Sera, retribution for her own family (plus the Sinner souls), yet after a little push from Zestial, she semi-confides in him (VS Sera who didn't brought Emily into the loop), and when Vaggie confronts her about it in Ep 7, she stealthily gives her what is needed to break the status quo : tactics on how to fight, and weapons. In fact, Carmilla's help from the shadows, while she didn't participate in the fight herself, proved to be instrumental in flipping the scales towards victory. She, a demon, was reluctant too, but she did help despite not knowing all the stakes, unlike Sera, an angel.

And this is what I love about that part of the show : it shows us a spectrum. People being people. To each more stereotyped character, there's a non-assuming counterpart. To each character with a specific trait on the bad side, there's one with the same trait on the good side. And that trait isn't their whole personality either.

Just that : people being people.

(Welp, that's the second post in a day, got enough socializing for the rest of the week. I'm gonna crawl back into my cave.)

Again, Masterpost here.

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[dispatchwithlove]

I absolutely adore your ideas for turian culture. The shawls, the interesting word choices correlating with Roman/Latin words (like zuccha, amar, saccha). My absolute favorite thing though is the ties they have with the sky and stars. Garrus' curses (empty night, blackest night) especially are some of my favorite little elements in the universe you write for them. Where did you come up with these awesome ideas? I'm just so invested in the culture you created for my favorite space cats!

Hello Anon! Sorry this took so long to answer, I got absolutely giddy when I read it!

Well the whole Latin thing is taken both from canon (they're based on the Roman empire) and fanon. I know others have used Latin words and Roman culture to develop turian culture, and I liked it so I ran with it. A lot of the words I made up are bastardized latin words, lol. Saccha, mela, and zuccarum (zucca for short) are taken from the Latin words for sugar, honey, and ... sugar again, I think, lol. Crulum is taken from cookie. I kind of just look up the latin words for things and throw some letters around until I'm happy with the mouth feel of it. Other words I just plain make up, like lambas, which is a dish Val makes for the family. I want all turian words to sound like a rich, rolling, rumbly language as much as possible. For Avinelin, a Garrus/Nihlus one shot, I wanted the turian language Nihlus teaches Garrus to sound more like Spanish, because I think it's an incredibly sexy language. Basically, I want turians to sound hot I guess! I think a lot of people like to write turians as cold and ultra-militaristic, and go as far as to say they don't show physical affection easily (which is a valid take that I fully support!). But, I like to show the opposite of that -- that yes their culture is regimented and bureaucratic, but there's still warmth within them. Maybe expressing that warmth within them is even more important, considering their strict social guidelines.

I think that's also why I like to explore the importance of celestial themes with them as well. It shows that they once were religious, just like many species, and that shaped their language and how they cope with life. I know others play with curses being star based as well, so I didn't invent that, I just have fun playing with it. I will say that so far my favorite bit of star theme that I've come up with though, is Garrus seeing Jane's freckles as stars in a night sky, and that when he was a boy he'd look up at the night sky for comfort and solace. I don't get gushy over things I write often, but that moment in The Quarian where he makes that connection gets me! And I will absolutely be playing with that as Garrus and Jane reveal their feelings and explore their relationship in The Boy. One day he'll tell Jane that her freckles are like stars and she'll just melt 🥺 (I've already written the scene 😁)

OH, and the shawls...in the sequel to The Boy (working title is The Missing -- I hate my titles btw, but I feel stuck to the theme now, lol) There's going to be a murder based on the Jeffrey McDonald murders (a military doctor accused "hippies" of killing his family) and I wanted turians to have some sort of cultural appearance that xenophobic humans judged, but was based on something loving, so I thought maybe turians wear shawls while they marry, then i daydreamed about Jane wearing a shawl when her and Garrus get married, then when I was writing about a winter turian holiday (Anivia Vocan) I thought it would be cool if turians wear shawls for all important occasions. Boom, turians have special shawls. Okay, I feel like I've blabbered on enough. Bless anyone who read through this all. TLDR is that I have no plan and don't even keep track of the stuff I write. It all just bubbles up while I'm daydreaming about Jane and Garrus and I include what I remember.

Thanks for asking! Hope this was fun to read. If it was, I'm always down to answer any questions about my stories or world building! ❤️

#shakarian #garrus vakarian #shepard x garrus #garrus x shepard #turians #turian expressions #turian language #turian world building #nihlus kryik #garrus vakarian x nihlus kryik #writing #asks #asks and replies

[cardsbizarreadventure]

Brainstorm time! Just gonna drop some stories in the meantime cause it keeps me motivated and well for anyone who is ever interested in reading my whole YGO lore xD. Gonna leave it under a cut ~.

In a sense since I am planning my own possible arc that will probably take place after the whole Seal of Orichalcos Arc , because it all honesty I've always been for the idea of basically bringing out more potential and story of some of the background character that were kind of left in the dust. I am still debating if I might give Bakura a bit of a bigger role to possibly show a bit more of his 'villain side' and not just let him fall into the background for him to appear only at the last arc where the whole shid goes down. So basically first I am gonna throw a bit of story between these two because I am really liking the whole concept of it. This whole idea goes back in Egypt where Bakura and Val (Akerai) basically come from the same village that was sacrificed to create the millennium items. (My original concept for Val was basically another village that got attacked and destroyed BUTTT after re-thinking upon some of her background I began to like this headcanon a lot more.) So lets put it as the idea of them being in a sense childhood friends that came from the same village that basically Val (Akerai) and Bakura were the one of the few that managed to escape the whole wrath of the land being destroyed. The two of them however ended in the opposite sides , Val (Akerai) being found by Akhet(Another OC of mine that I will possibly soon throw out some story for him too!) After a period of time and Bakura ending on the bad side of things to becoming the villain. The two of them first ended with a bunch of people who were basically doing human traffic and selling people so they can serve as slaves. However during that period Bakura actually managed to help Val (Akerai) escape with a few more , however he ended up being caught. Val (Akerai) ended up trying to find him after some time (Even after she grew older she still had that thought of him that there might still be hope that he is still alive and still try and search for him over the years regardless) , but unlucky for her they were already gone, thus she doesn't know if he might be still alive at this point. So during the whole modern times , Bakura would get strange deja vu's about Val when ever he would cross her path . Even various of times where he considered harming her (since Bakura has murderous intentions always lol) he restrained himself for some reason he can't understand. He began to feel this strange connection and an image that he keeps seeing in the back of his mind of this familiar face that he can't seem to remember clearly. I wouldn't say he had any sort of romantic feelings or anything like that , more like the idea of a friend he had that basically disappeared. So the whole question in my head right now is , how to possibly fit him into my arc lmfao , since I already have a villain in the making that I really enjoy the concept of that I can't wait to draw and develop! Thanks for reading my little plot blabbering xD.

#yugioh #my art #cards draws #cards art #cards doodles #ygo dm #ygo #ygo oc #ygo ocs #yugioh oc #yami bakura #ryou bakura #thief king bakura #dark bakura #bakura

[alien-slushie]

My thoughts on Angel Dust because I'm very tired and have no one to blabber with. Ignore this if you want.

My general opinion on how Angel Dust feels about his job is: Angel loves the singing, dancing, and acting, its the abuse Val inflicts on him, and his lack of any choice that he hates.

That being said, I wish Charlie gave him more things that encouraged his creative side. Like that skit with Pentious, I would have loved if after Angel complained about the script Charlie would have tasked him with writing his own script or something. Angel does prove that he's not 100% horny so I'd genuinely love to see what he could do creatively. Not to mention creativity is a good outlet used a lot in therapy so it would be overall good for him.

I also really love his relationship with Niffty. It's not focused on a lot but I couldn't help but notice that he looks out for Niffty passively and I think it's cute.

I also really like Angel's songs too. Poison was heartbreaking, ventworthy, and well sung. Loser, Baby is also really good and I listened to it on repeat for like an entire day.

In terms of Ships I don't really have one. I liked RadioDust when I watched the pilot the first time but imma be honest I don't care too much about ships. A lot of people have said HuskerDust is gonna be canon, which if it is, rad, if not, okay. I do want more RadioDust interaction but that's more of in a friend way than anything because I think they're amusing. I'm also hoping to see more Cherri and Angel, I liked their interactions in the Pilot but in the episode their friendship seemed kinda lacking? I don't know, either way I want to see more of it.

This all being said I relate to Angle(and Husk) in ways I don't really like thinking about and therefore I overthink everything about him.

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #rant #chatacter opinions

[dashofmonsters]

The Long Road- Pt. 8

Male Naga x F!Reader

Silas whispers your name against your lips and you kiss him again. You're not used to this, whatever this is. It's new and terrifying and exciting.

His cool scales calm the heat rising in your body and it makes you want to get closer. You lean your body against his, eliciting a low moan from him. You both freeze and Silas practically tosses you off and slides to the floor.

"What the hells was that for?" you yelp, your ankle stinging a little.

Silas groans and sits up, turning to you with a nervous look and a finger over his lips, "My mom's coming back up the stairs, pretend you've been laying down."

There was no way you could, not with how hard you're laughing. Silas waves his arms and tries to get you to calm down but by the time his mother opens the door he's hovering over you with both your wrists in his hands and you still laughing pretty damn hard.

Isa raises a brow, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Mother no," he grinds out then turns back to face you. "And you, stop laughing, it's not funny."

"Do I even want to know?" Isa asks and even though you hadn't planned on saying anything Silas still covers your mouth and gives you a nervous glare and shakes his head.

His mother cracks up laughing now, "I don't think I've seen you this wound up in years! Not since I caught you sneaking out to Melmar! Oh you were such blabbering mess back then."

"He wouldn't shut up about the lecture you gave him when he finally was able to come back to the docks," a familiar voice chimes in and you pop up straight when you see it's your brother.

Peter slides into the room and right up next to Silas, brows raised high as he looks at you then back at the naga, "Heard you've been getting real friendly with my sister."

"Oh gods," you groan. "Can you pretend that you actually care later Peter?"

"Aw come on, you know I've always wanted to have the talk with whoever thought they could romance you...even if that whoever is my best friend," Peter glances up at Silas and you know those two are going to have a very long drawn out conversation later about the subject.

"Did you come up here just to be a jerk?" you want to cross your arms and glare a him but Isa hands you a mug filled with broth and a roll.

Your brother plops onto the bed, "I came up here to check on my injured sister who I heard can breathe fire now?"

"Turns out I'm an elementalist," you shrug.

Peter's eyes widen and before he can get another word out your father comes barreling through the door. He looks like he's been dragged through the hells and back, his clothes disheveled and the bags under his eyes could anchor any ship in a storm.

Isa eyes him warily before carefully slithering past him, nodding for both Peter and Silas to follow her. Only your brother complies.

"Father," you hold your head up higher than you ever had around him.

His expression softens a little and nearly breaks as he turns and slams a fist down on one of the dressers, "GODS DAMMIT!"

Silas looks to you but you remain calm, you know your father's fits.

"This is why I didn't want you to leave," he turns, his face a wreck of emotions. "I didn't want you to know... If no one knew then it could be forgotten... I didn't want to-"

You could count on one hand how many times you've seen your father cry... When both your siblings got married and when he let you leave Melmar and now. He balances himself against the dresser, his legs wobbling to the point that he might fall. But you knew better, knew he had a drink or two before coming up here.

Silas moves to go catch him but your father just swats at him, but Silas doesn't give up. He grabs a chair with his tail and punts your father into it. Your father glares at Silas for a good minute, tears still in his eyes before he starts crying again and much harder.

"I knew I shouldn't have let her go with you... I didn't want her to hate me but you... You took her away! Why'd I let her go with you? I thought I could- But you look too much like Valen... that fucking liar," your father grinds his teeth and spits down at Silas' tail.

The look of panic, betrayal and hurt in Silas' eyes made your gut wrench. You could stand your father's rants since they were always targeted mostly at fishing or prices for nets or whatever but this was too personal.

Just as you try and get up a knock comes to the door and Mr. Gohar walks in. He sighs and gives a disappointed shake of his head as he looks at your father, "He's been drinking all night. Hasn't been taking any of this well. I'll take it from here."

Your father babbles and whines as Gohar lifts him up out of the chair with ease and carries him out, calming him the best he can. You try again to sit up to go and close the door but Silas uses the end of his tail to shut it.

"Silas," you call to him, his form still and shaking.

Third time the charm, you finally sit up and carefully pad up towards him with a light limp. His head is hung low and fingers curled into tight fists. You brush back his silken hair behind an ear before resting your hand against his cheek.

"Breathe...and hug me," you bring yourself closer to him and his arms limply rise, slowly drawing you closer till your face rests against his chest.

It takes a few minutes for him to calm down, his hands lazily tracing lines against your back. "I thought he was past all that by now..." he mutters.

"He's been like this to you before?" you back away just enough that Silas has to reach out to keep touching you.

"It's been a while but yes, it was much worse back then but it never lasted this long. Usually a few short jabs and he'd be on to the next person though he'd always circle back round," he admits, his shoulders slumping.

You feel absolutely disgusted and sick to your stomach. There was no way you're letting this slide and no way you'd let your father leave here without getting an earful from you and then some.

Heat starts rising in your body, you know what it means now and you want so badly to welcome it. But you don't, instead you take a few deep breaths and let the fire inside you simmer down.

"Peter's gonna chew your ear off you know," you chuckle, trying to change the subject to something a bit awkward but also something that really really needs to be addressed.

Silas grips at your night gown and lets out a breathy laugh, "I honestly feel he's going to let me off easy, now his wife Helena..." he pauses and shivers as he straightens a little. "Oh she's going to have a very long and drawn out conversation with me about...about uh um hmm...?"

"What? About what?" you raise a brow.

"Well, um what are we? I mean to each other now? Are we still just friends or something else or do you need a bit of time to figure that out? I mean I'm fine with waiting I just feel like I need to understand where we're at with each other," his eyes dart around the room and he crosses his arms nervously before clearing his throat and giving you a very concerned and worried smile.

"Oh um...huh," you're stumped. You hadn't thought this far ahead, hadn't considered the change that the confession and the kissing would cause because you were so wound up in that moment. You did know that you wanted something more than just being friends, that you wanted something maybe less than what he wanted perhaps but you're not sure what that would put you at.

Silas sighs and his bright silver eyes look you dead on, waiting for some sort of answer.

"I uh..." you start, nearly faltering under the weight of his gaze. "I know I want to be more than just friends but maybe not in a relationship relationship just yet. I mean I've never been courted before or even had someone interested in me so I feel like I need to play it safe if that makes since?"

He nods his head and his lips quiver a little as they form a smile and then before you know it he's hauling you up in his arms and holding you close to him. "I'll take whatever affections you choose to give me my dear. Be it just this or maybe one day something more, as long as you call me yours."

The look of adoration in his eyes as he brings your face down to his steels your breath away before he even places his lips against yours. It's a slow and heated kiss that has you gripping at his shoulders but not for long.

A knock on the door has Silas groaning and cursing as he sets you down. To your surprise it's Cavan's fiancé and your Aunt Kat bringing you a change of clothes and both you and Silas an update about the news on the pirate situation.

"Good news and bad news, what do you want first?" Kat crosses her arms as he plops down on the chair your father was sitting in earlier.

"Bad," Silas sighs.

"Notus has Roskarian spies in Brakkor and in several coastal towns. Elli has her people keeping an eye on things and she's hired a few spies of her own to possibly infiltrate whatever fleet he's building up," Cavan's fiancé replies, he features grim and tired.

"Risky, but it's getting our foot in the door," Kat comments.

Silas shakes his head, his own expression dark and heavy, "Tell your sister to reign those spies in. Sending them to Notus is sending them to their deaths."

Cavan's fiancé crosses her arms in defense and her lips flatten, "My sister wouldn't hire just anyone who-"

"He'll know and when he finds out... No amount of information they could get is worth what he'll do to them. I wouldn't wish any of that on anyone," Silas cuts her off, a clear look of horror and rage painting his face.

"I'll talk to her then," she nods and races out, dread in her eyes.

"Good news," Kat practically yells as she claps her hands together .

You and Silas look to your aunt and she gives a light grin, "We've found Singred."

Silas crumples to the floor and thanks the universe that his friend has been found and judging by Kat's smile he's alive. You kneel down next to him and rub his back as he cries, still thanking that Singred is found.

"He's been in Delglen. We put word out to certain people to keep their eyes and ears out for him. An old family friend found him there, apparently in hiding from Notus' agents. He's safe and plans to stay there until his note to the king is passed on and the messenger comes for him. It's a solid plan so we're not going to fuck it up," Kat taps her boot a few times before standing.

Silas looks up at her with wide eyes as she squats right in front of him, "Your friend's fine, now enough with the crying. Shit's in motion and soon enough all hell will break loose. Save your tears and emotions for afterwards."

With that, she stands, turns on her heels and marches straight out with the door slamming behind her.

You feel a strange coldness come over your body and something tenses around your leg. Silas straightens next to you clearly wearing a false mask of calm and collectedness. As you stand you brush your hand through his hair and he melts into the touch.

"It's going to be war," he whispers, hiding his face against your palm.

"Yes, it will be," you hadn't meant to sound so cold but one fact about all this haunted you and it made you so sick. It's your own uncle, flesh and blood and bone. Your father's brother gone mad from the loss of his sister. And here you are, at the center of something far worse than the first. Fleets from the other continents and spies and magics unknown. Revenge is one thing, but this will be absolute carnage.

The shores will indeed be bled once more.

"I...I think I need some air. Give me a little bit to change and maybe if everything's not too crazy we can uh go for a walk in town?" you peel away from him and give him a smile.

Silas furrows his brows but doesn't question your intentions. He leans down and kisses your cheek, "I'll wait for you downstairs my dear. Some fresh air will do us both some good and it'll give you a chance to stretch."

You take a deep breath once he shuts the door and you quickly fling yourself on the bed and scream into the fluffy bedding. You give the poor bed a few more muffled screams before you right yourself and change into the clothes Cavan's fiancé brought up for you.

The fabric is warm and soft and the tunic is a beautiful velvety black with silver accents and... You pause as you look in the mirror and realize that these colors are Silas' colors. Your face heats up and you consider changing into your travel leathers but they're in dire need of a good cleaning.

So you resign yourself and slip on the jacket that clearly has serpentine patterns on the buttons and trimmings. You start to wonder if Cavan's fiancé wears clothes with spidery themes or if this is just her horrible form of teasing. You'll have to check next time you meet up with her.

The halls are blissfully quiet as you exit your room and trudge down the corridor. You hear whisperings as you pass a couple rooms and heavy groaning but nothing overly concerning. As you reach the stairs you see Peter with his arms crossed and waiting for you at the bottom.

"How's he?" he asks as you descend.

"Drunk and in Mr. Gohar's care. Where's Silas?" you look around before you hear your brother snicker.

"Helena and Isa are giving him hell in the kitchen. He might need some rescuing," he shrugs then slouches against a pillar. His usual light expression turns dark and heavy, almost as if the years ahead of him are sinking in now. "So this is really happening huh? Our mother was some sort of mercenary and our dad was a pirate..."

"We also have an adopted orc cousin and an ex griffin poacher aunt. Our uncle is trying to start a war, your sister is a fire elementalist, and your wife is pregnant. You take your pick on which is the worst right now," you let out a breathy laugh and Peter shakes his head and grins.

"Time away from home has given you an attitude short stacks," he reaches out and pinches your arm. You retaliate by kicking his shin. Peter shakes his head again and groans, "I suppose we should go rescue your boyfriend from the clutches of my wife and his mother."

Your face heats up and before you start stammering your denial about what sort of relationship you have with Silas, your brother pulls you along towards the kitchen. When he swings the door open you almost trip over your feet because Silas is pulling up behind you and hiding.

"Oh no you don't! You don't get to use her as a shield!" your sister in law hollers and Isa giggles over the rim of a mug. You raise a brow in her direction and she smiles.

"I'd thought he'd be getting this lecture from Peter or Zale, not dear sweet Helena. So this has been my afternoon entertainment. It's been an absolute delight," Isa grins, her long claws curling around the mug and her dark forest green eyes glimmer.

"Helena put the ladle down, you're scaring my friend and probably giving my sister a headache," Peter slides in and before Helena can protest, he plucks the utensil out of her hand a gives her a peck on the cheek.

"But... He- And it's your sister," she babbles before breaking out into tears. Peter soothes her and and holds her close. Helena had started getting very very emotional the week of your departure and you suspect she might have gone through several emotions when you didn't tell her nor Peter goodbye.

"Should we sneak out while he's distracting her?" you look over your shoulder and see Silas nodding.

Isa giggles, "Stay warm, it's starting to snow."

Silas hums a response then picks you up and hauls you out of the kitchen at a break neck speed. You hear the door slam shut from the tip of his tail thwacking it and the muffled laughter from his mother.

It's not till you're in the main hall that he finally sets you down so he can grab his jackets and scarves to wrap himself up in. He does an obvious double take once he notices what you're wearing and before you can say anything he leans down and kisses you. It's harder than the kiss you shared upstairs and heavier. You pull him down a bit more as he tries to right himself, not quite ready to let him go.

His cold claws are a joy as they touch your heated cheeks, so cold and calming. He leans in further and to your surprise he deepens the kiss with his tongue. You almost give up on the idea of going out for a walk, almost.

The both of you jump back at the sudden "Yoo hoo" from the stairs.

"So when did this happen?" Luctux gives a very feline like grin as he points to the both of you.

Combustion due to embarrassment never felt more realistic until now. You quickly run towards the door in hopes that the brisk cold will simmer some of your heated emotions into something manageable.

You hear Silas hiss and curse at the tiefling but Luctux doesn't seem bothered. The doors close behind you and you're met with wonderful and bone chilling winter coldness. The heat in your body starts to go back down as you had hoped.

You inhale the icy air into your lungs, loving how the cold doesn't seep into you like it used to. Like it would have before your abilities manifested. You can't help but to think about how perfect this weather will be for your training, how perfect it'll be to set back your uncle because no sailor would be crazy enough to go into battle during winter. Or maybe he is that crazy and would risk that many lives for his revenge.

The door squeaks open and you try and banish anymore thoughts about the impending war and your fucked up family away.

"Do you still want to go for a walk?" Silas asks as he slithers up next to you. You look up at him and see him wearing bulking winter clothes and hear the suspicious sounds of a certain salamander chewing on some sticks.

"I certainly do, but uh I think George might ditch us for the nearest fireplace if he's not fed enough wood. You sure bringing him along is a good idea?" you ask and as you turn to look back you get your answer. George is gnawing on a very large piece of firewood and Silas has two back up logs curled up at the tip of his tail. You can't help but to laugh at the sight.

"I'm not catching a cold, I refuse to drink any of my mother's tonics and be coddled like a hatchling... Not unless you're doing the coddling my dear," he leans down and kisses your cheek and grins.

You swat at him and he smiles even more," Come now my dear, let's go into town and give your sister in law a break from threatening me with half of the kitchen's utensils and pans."

Silas takes your hand and just as you're thinking that you're going to get to have a nice little walk, he pulls you up into his arms. "I'll let you down once we get into town. You still need to go easy on your foot and I need the heat."

"Mmhmm and this isn't just some terrible excuse to coddle me like a hatchling?" you poke at him and to your surprise he nips your cheek. You gasp and pinch his side under his jackets and he yelps.

"Evil icy hands," he hisses.

"That's what you get for biting," you stick your tongue out and suddenly realize that you're no longer at the estate. In fact you can hardly see it through the trees.

"Silas when did-"

"It's uh the other thing... from my dad," Silas grits his teeth and pauses. "Teleporting but I can only manage short distances since I don't use it often and I can only jump with up to three people."

You remember him telling you that naga inherit gifts of their families but he never showed you anything but from his mother's side.

"I used to use it to sneak out of Havu and hang out with Peter. The furthest I could go at a time was a few feet so I'd have to jump a few times before I was a safe distance away that I could slither without being seen," he adds.

"Did you ever use it when you were..." you pause and bite down that question, almost afraid of what mood it might put him in.

"I did use it with the party but I over did it once and well let's just say that I wasn't able to move for a good while after. It was agreed that I'd use it as a last resort. And I did try... I did try to use it before Selia knocked me out. I wish I was closer, just an inch and I might have-" Silas dips his head and you reach up and cup his face. He winces from your cold touch but leans into it all the same.

Your heart aches more so than it ever did at hearing this. Not only has he blamed himself for her death all these years, but he feels that if he had been just a bit closer that he could have reached her, he could have saved her. Maybe that's why he wants to keep you close, why he insists on carrying you whenever you'd let him or you had no choice.

"You need to stop doing this to yourself. Do you think that she'd want you to suffer when she saved you?" you tuck a wild strand on silver back behind his ear and into the safety of his hood. "She saved you, don't waste the life she saved by regretting it and beating yourself up."

Silas opens his eyes and looks into yours. He doesn't say anything when he presses his forehead against yours or when he holds you even tighter. He kisses your cheek and nuzzles against you, taking in all your warmth as you hold him. His fingers dig into your heavy black jacket and you feel the start of a sob that never goes further than a few words and a heavy sigh.

"When this is all over we can put up a proper memorial for her. No more crying, no more regrets, just talking and sharing memories alright?" you give him a squeeze

You feel him nod his head before he turns and kisses your neck. You gasp and some sound you've never made slips past your lips. You still as he kisses you again and you inhale sharply and dig your nails into his heavy scarf. He kisses you again and again till you're practically shoving off of him and he's laughing so hard you see tears prickling his eyes.

"No more! Mercy!" you cry as he dips down and tries to kiss you but only manages to laugh against your throat.

After a couple minutes you both finally calm down until you're a couple of grinning idiots.

"This is better, I like it when we're both happy," you lean against his chest and you feel him squeeze you.

"I agree.. I hate seeing you upset or sad and it's even worse when it's my fault. I hate feeling terrible all the time and I know Selia wouldn't want me to but I- It's going to take some time. I was only able to properly mourn over her with you and Luctux," Silas holds you tight and you feel it this time as he jumps and in that blink you can see the town.

"And that is the last jump for now because if I do anymore I might have to take one of those tonics," his face makes a cringed expression and you laugh.

The rest of the "walk" into town is slow and you notice how quickly Silas keeps jumping topic after topic. When you get to the edge of the town you notice that he seems hesitant to set you down but as he does you take his hand. You have a bit of a better understanding for his need to be close so you'll compromise with hand holding.

His claws twitch as he gently grasps your hand in his, a nervous look on his face. You try not to giggle as you tug on him and escort him into town.

Gilli's town square is as loud and bustling as it was the day you arrived. Stalls line the outside of busy shops and children and teens hustle with baskets of trinkets and crafts for the impending winter holiday.

Silas guides you over to the closets stall with his favorite baked potatoes.

"Are you going to eat that or are you just going to hold it ?" you poke at him as you unwrap yours. You didn't eat much these last few days and the smell of food in the square hit your empty gut pretty hard.

Silas glares down at you as he unwraps the paper off the potato, "And here I was trying to be nice and warm up my hands for you."

"Why?" you raise a brow and he gives you a bit of a confused look back.

"It's freezing out here that's why," he bites into the steaming potato and he moans in delight.

"It's better for me if you keep them cold honestly," you confess. The other reason for hand holding, the more selfish one you didn't want to admit. The cold air had helped you tame the fire magic building up. His constant cold hands provide enough icy bite that you have to focus on keeping your hand the right temperature. Warm enough for both you and him.

He takes another bite of the potato and the look of sudden realization smacks him hard.

"Fire thing?" he whispers, as if your new found powers are a secret.

"Yeah, fire thing," you shrug, pulling your lips into a thin line.

"Talk about it another time?" he asks and you nod.

"So um... huh... Anything you do want to talk about? Or any shop you'd like to visit?" Silas looks at you again, a ridiculous smile plastered on his face.

You think long and hard, maybe a bit too long because Silas orders another baked potato. You had wanted to up your personal weapons since the last two attacks. You've always been good with defense and you can manage something with weight on it thanks to growing up in a fishing town. But you feel like you might want something for long distance too.

When you tell Silas where you want to go he nearly chokes before nodding.

"There's uh-" he pauses and clears his throat. "There's a few shops Luctux mentioned that we can go to. Anything in particular that you're looking for?" he asks, looking around for any of those shops.

"Just trying to get an idea of something that would work well for me," you squeeze his hand and his claws tighten hard around yours.

Something dark and grim paints his face as he pulls you along and towards a large shop with an axe and snake on the sign. A large and burly naga sits behind the counter and his eyes nearly explode out of his head as the both of you enter.

"It can't be..." you hear him mumble as he stands tall. His scales are the same iridescent black as Silas' but with solid white lines down the sides of his tail. His white hair is kept in a messy scrunched up bun on top of his head and his nearly solid white eyes scan you and Silas up and down.

"Val? Silver?" he asks and then both you and Silas look at each other than back to the dumb struck naga.

"Valen was my father," Silas bows his head.

"Silver...er uh Erinna was my mother," you look towards the nearest and sigh.

"Bah! You two are like living breathing clones aren'tchya? Bet ya get a lot of hell about it. How are they by the by, haven't heard high nor low from my brother in ages. Bet that Isa still has him wrapped around her claws, " the naga laughs but neither of you do.

"They're uh..." Silas starts but is cut off when the sound of metal connecting to boney flesh and a sharp yelp cuts him off.

"What is the nine hells was that for you old bat?" the naga hisses at a gorgeous man clad in fine clothes and an apron.

"You're acting like an idiot. At least introduce yourself properly before asking why your nephew and Silver's child look like they just came from a funeral," he pinches the naga's cheek.

"Nephew?" Silas asks, his face paler than pale and his mouth hangs open in shock.

"Oh yes, can't ya see the family resemblance? Bet ya teleport too? Always been a coveted ability, Val was the better one of the clutch with it. Still can't believe the idiot hasn't even visited once since the second clutch was laid. He was so happy because you were the only survivor of your clutch so I figured... Boy? Hey are you-"

Silas grips the door frame and you can see the horror on his face. Something's not right. You take both of his hands, both shaking and his claws scrap your skin. The naga behind the counter moves and you see him start to round the counter but you shake your head vigorously.

"Is there anyone else in this town who knows about our parents?" you ask and it's the handsome strange man who nods. "Ok, is there anyway you can round them up and have them meet with us at the Maher's guest estate tomorrow afternoon? It'll be easier to tell this to everyone at once," you take Silas' hands again and give them a good squeeze.

It takes him a minute to come back around but when he does he groans, "More secrets, lovely. Ok... this is fine, not really, but uh yeah so I'm uh your nephew? As in my father and you are brothers?"

"Ahh of course you wouldn't remember your uncle Anyon! You were but hatchling last time I saw ya. Still holding onto the pieces of your egg you were. Your father was a sobbing mess when you hatched. The elders were worried sick that not an egg from your clutch would have survived that winter, but out you popped and I've never seen Val so worked up before," Anyon sniffles and looks to the handsome man behind him and he waves.

"If you don't remember him then you probably haven't the slightest clue who I am. I'm your other uncle Enyn, the poor vampire who married the biggest most clueless idiot but I love him," Enyn shrugs and smiles at Anyon.

"It's nice to meet the both of you... I didn't know I had family outside of Havu or that- Never mind, we'll talk about it tomorrow," Silas shakes his head.

Enyn pushes his way forward and Anyon crosses his arms, "You didn't know about us? About your aunts or uncles? Your grandparents and cousins?"

Silas' mouth tightens and he shakes his head. Anyon and Enyn exchange looks before looking towards you, "Where are your parents?"

"His mother and my father are here." you answer hoping one or maybe both will get the hint.

"I'd like a word with your mother then. Tonight. I'll gather the whole damn family after her and I settle things then. Enyn my love, can you get Gustav, Culann, Lir, and Thurl? They'll gather around a lot quicker if you're the one herding them," Anyon looks to Enyn and the vampire nods with a smile.

"Noon tomorrow then," Enyn sighs as he removed the apron and hangs it as he waltzes passed you and Silas.

There's a long standing silence once he's left only broken by the chewing of wood and an annoyed grumble from George.

"Secrets huh?" Anyon grimaces as he goes back behind the counter. "Sounds messy... Never been the sort to keep a secret much less create one. But you didn't come here for that, you came here for something sharp, something heavy, or something that can save your skins huh?"

Silas nods his head, "And better armor, something flexible."

Anyon gives his nephew a once over and hums, "Scrawny as your mum you'll need something light too. And for the little Silver, what sort of weapon are ya lookin' for? A sword like Zale's or maybe a bow like your mother's?"

You had thought about both but neither felt right. You look around the shop and nearly pass over the wall of poles and staffs lined up near the door Enyn came through. The poles look too long but the quarterstaffs... One in particular catches your eye, black with polished steel end caps and bands near the middle. A red line runs down it and it makes you think of the fire magic that you have to force control over.

"Would you recommend something like that to an elementalist?" you point to the staffs and Anyon blinks his eyes.

"Well that all depends on the element really. Staffs work well for the more flexible elements such as wind, water, and fire. Earth too, but only as sand, heard the nomads of Roskar use staffs with the sands," he rubs his chins and goes towards the staffs, plucking up the one you've been eyeing. "This the one?"

When you nod your head Anyon tosses the staff to you and you fumble a little but manage to catch it. The weight is perfect and it feels right in a terrible sort of way. You don't like the idea of having to use it but you don't like being defenseless either.

"How much?" you ask, still admiring the staff.

"A favored paid back, nothing more and nothing less. As for my nephew, you get free for being family. I've never charged your father nor Isa even though I've never cared for her, but eh family's family," Anyon shrugs before he slithers over to a large crate.

He tosses a few things this way and that way and you start to think that you know exactly which side of Silas' family he got his messiness from.

"Need any help?" Silas asks as Anyon tosses a knife to the side.

His uncle dismisses him with a wave of his hand before diving into the crate and pulling back up with a triumphant laugh.

"I knew I'd find this damn thing eventually! Try this on for size lad!" Anyon tosses a sack to Silas who catches it with ease.

Silas pulls out the armor and marvels at it for a moment then looks at all the scarves and jackets he has on. You help by holding the pauldron, arm braces, and chest plate while he struggles to remove all the layers he has on. Anyon shakes his head as he tries to hold back his laughter while watching his nephew struggle.

After several minutes you start to help Silas strap into the gear and you hate to admit it, but he looks rather dashing in it. The dark metal fits the color of his scales and it doesn't feel heavy at all.

"It fits like a glove don't it?" Anyon grins.

"It's really light and it doesn't feel like it'd get in my way," Silas answers, still in awe.

"First set I made, was your father's before he beefed up. He told me to keep it since it'd be a reminder of where I started. I've made adjustments to it since, always wanting to make it a bit better or wanting to add something else... Oh and speaking of something else!" Anyon pulls a chain necklace he'd been wearing off and tosses it at Silas. "Wear this you dolt! Can't believe you're not wearin' one in this weather."

Silas looks at the necklace in disbelief and his jaw drops, "But this is- Where did you get this?"

Anyon raises his brow, "Just take it lad, we can exchange stories later. I assume we'll be doing a lot of catching up soon. The more and more you ask things like this the more pissy I'll start getting, especially at that mother of yours."

Silas slips the chain necklace on and smiles, albeit awkwardly, "Thank you uh errr uncle or just Anyo-"

"Call me whatever you're comfortable with lad," Anyon sighs. "Same with Enyn. Your grandparents might demand that you call them nonni and granpa though, they're pretty stubborn about that."

Silas and Anyon talk a little bit longer, both keeping things short since they'll talk more later. Enyn returns right before you and Silas leave with his pale face even paler from the cold.

"Apparently Gohar had grabbed everyone up before I could reach them to break up a fight between an angry naga herbalist and a pissed off pirate captain," Enyn looks at the both of you and inhales sharply. "That means you two are welcomed to dinner with us or you can go back to the estate and watch your parents fight."

You look up to Silas and he rolls his eyes, "Well I can at least put this new armor to use."

Anyon laughs and smacks the counter and Enyn shakes his head, "We wish you both all the luck then."

Silas grabs up all his jackets and scarves and stuffs them into his satchel. You raise a brow but he smiles and bends down to kiss your cheek, "I'll tell you about it later."

Suddenly you feel the air around you whirl and the heat turns to ice cold and before you know it you're right outside of the town.

"Sorry I know you probably wanted to stay out more but-"

"It's fine, well it's not really fine but we need to get this over and done with. No more secrets right?" you squeeze his hand that he'd been holding during the jump.

He smiles and you see a gleam of certainty in his eyes, "No more secrets after tomorrow... hopefully." He laughs and bends down to pick you up.

"Hey I still have a revenge seeking pissed off stab happy pirate uncle out there so there's no telling," you sigh as you lean against him.

Silas kisses your forehead then your cheek and then your lips, "No secrets between us though."

"Never," you agree.

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Eternal Spring Chapter 1 Austin Butler x Oc!Reader

Story description: Valerie is currently studying psychology as an A+ Harvad student with her cousin Leyla. It's finally spring break and Valerie and her Cousin go to miami florida for a quick vacation before going back to Massachusetts to go spend the rest of their break partying and living life to the fullest. Doing so Valerie soon runs into someo e who may truly be the love of her live.

Warnings: None maybe mentions of alcohol i don't remember also Cursing

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Chapter one - the departure 

Valerie's pov

I was wandering over to mine and Leyla’s dorm room after my last class of the day and decided to stop for some snacks to munch on while I packed for miami when all of a sudden Grayson, one of my classmates and good friends shouted at me “yo Casanova you ready for spring break?” i turned to look at him with different sodas and chips in my arms and a bag of yogurt covered pretzels between my teeth and mumbled “grayshon hold on” I set everything down at the counter and turned back to him “sorry couldn’t speak very well but yes I’m almost ready I just need to do a bit of last minute packing before me and leyla head for the airport tonight” I turned back to the cashier and paid while he started placing everything in a bag “That's right you guys are headed for the miami penthouse! well don't be gone too long. I'm throwing a huge spring break party in my parents' vacation house and You and Leyla have to meet my best friend. He’s the best!” Grayson blabbered on and on about the party while we started back towards my dorm room as I rolled my eyes playfully.

After finally reaching my dorm room I said bye to Grayson and walked inside to see leyla laying on the couch and her legs on top of her newish boyfriend, Colby, while he was on his laptop editing, “hey Ley and hey Colby what are you guys up to?” I asked them while setting my bag of snacks down only to be nearly tackled by leyla “colby is editing and I'm just reading some case the professor gave the class” Leyla started hunting through the bag of snacks looking for something specific “Val…where are the pretzels” she looked over at me confused and i pulled the large bag of yogurt covered pretzels out of my pocket along with her mtn dew “I have them he-” I barely got the sentence out when she snatched both from my hand and hopped back over to colby “you're welcome weirdo i'm going to go finish packing some last minute stuff before we head to the airport” I said before walking over to my room with a coke and some chocolate chip cookies and began packing for our 3 day stay in miami.

Leyla had her arm linked with colby walking behind me as we headed for security, I handed them my bag and went through the whole security check process and waited for Colby and Leyla at the other end while i checked to see if they had any late night open fast food places as i hadn’t eaten a regular meal since lunch since I was so busy packing, after we all got through security we headed for the mcdonalds near our gate and ordered some food and took it back to the waiting area and I just pulled out my phone to watch law and order until it was time to board. I finished my food and threw everything away and grabbed my stuff as they started calling for us to board the plane so I shoved my phone in my back pocket and gave the lady at the desk my ticket and went in to find my seat only to find that leyla had beaten me inside, I loaded my suitcase into the overhead compartment and sat back with my eyes closed. That was until Leyla had gorilla gripped me and Colby’s arm as she sat in between us both as she freaked out once the plane was taking off “Babe calm dow-'' I looked over at colby and shook my head with wide eyes ``Don't finish that sentence unless you would like to live.” Leyla finally settled down and exhaled in relief that we didn’t crash into the airport. 

For half of the time Colby played games on his phone Leyla slept & I listened to music reading. Once it was time one of the flight attendants stood in the walkway of the plane “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! In the next 10 minutes we are going to be landing in Miami Florida! Enjoy the rest of your flight and get ready to land.” She dropped her smile which made me snicker a little bit, Leyla had just now woken up 8 minutes later and rubbed her eyes sitting up properly in her seat “Where the fuck are we?” Colby turned his head and quickly held her hand “We’re landing right now princess.” She immediately whizzed out and gorilla gripped our arms again and the plane started to land and once we came to our final stop we unbuckled our seatbelts and quickly got our belongings and got off the plane “Oh my god we’re finally here!” Leyla jumped around me and her boyfriend making us laugh as we waited for our luggage to show up and once it did we quickly grabbed it and scampered off outside of the airport and quickly noticed our chauffeur. We all quickly got inside the limo that made itself present to us “I can’t fucking wait to go on the beach and relax in the sand.”

Leyla expressed her excitement as she leaned into Colby’s embrace while I went back on my phone and received two texts from Grayson “Good luck on your vacation!” I smiled as I read the other text saying “Don’t have too much fun without me.” I set my phone down once the car arrived at the penthouse Leyla had told me about a month prior before spring break began. We all left the limo and got all of our things and started walking inside as Leyla wrapped her arm over my shoulder “I’m so excited! Hopefully you can find a boyfriend too. I've always wanted to go on a double date!!” I chuckled as we walked right through the lobby and straight into the elevator While Colby rubbed his face “I can’t wait to take a hot shower later.”

Leyla smirked as she was about to speak until the elevator dinged as it arrived on the floor of our penthouse as I was saved from hearing whatever sentence she was about to say “I love this place already.” I muttered and opened the door of our 3 day home. It truly was beautiful as the sunlight beamed through the windows. My admiration for the place was soon to be justified, the floor to ceiling windows had sheer black curtains that fell draped all the way to the floor, the lights were low from the candles scattered on the different tabletops, “this place is amazing” I said quietly and headed for one of the bedrooms and fell into the soft black comforter still a bit jet lagged from the flight here. Unfortunately for me my soon to be nap time was interrupted as Grayson was now calling me so as any normal human would I picked up the phone “ye-” I was interrupted as Leyla plummeted on top of my bed as I put the call on speaker “You need to hurry up with this spring fling you have going on because I already miss your boring ass.” Leyla snorted as I furrowed my eyebrows while picking at my nails “Shut your trap Gray I literally just got here you can wait 3 days.” He groaned in annoyance as me & Leyla laughed “Look I gotta go we have some shit to do” Grayson sighed “Alright fine. Hurry up though I’m serious.” I smiled to myself “We’ll be back in a jiffy I promise!” Eventually we both hung up the phone and Leyla soon dragged me along for our 3 day Spring Break vacation shenanigans.

I could already tell this was going to be a wild time with this and the party we were invited to in 4 days.

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Val and Momo brought Barbara back to the house with them. Rhys had already prepared dinner by the time they arrived so they all sat down to eat together. Momo tried his best to cheer her up on their way and Val did the same. She was glad that they were at least patching things up even though the situation wasn't ideal.

Little Herman sat by Barbara and talked to her like he was fascinated by her. He was the first person to make Barbara laugh that night with all his blabbering. Valentine and Rhys told her she could come whenever she wanted and meant it. Barbara was beyond grateful for everything they did, she even helped clean up the table.

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[facelessxchurch]

I wrote my thoughts down while reading HBL, plus some the-morning-after thoughts.

MASSIVE Spoilers for "Hell Breaks Loose" under the 'Read More'. These are spoilers for the entire book including the big twist, so read at your own peril.

Too much talk about Skulduggery. Even when he's not present he remains the focal point, I hate it.

So far Ghastly seems to be the only POV character.

Why the fuck are my Bois wearing wigs???

Honestly, no one on their right mind would send a special force with a leader that has a personal grudge against one of the people they are meant to protect. This is beyond stupid.

Speaking of beyond stupid. The notion that some rando assassin could kill Mevolent is ridiculous, he is a god amongst men. Would be nice if Landy would remember that and stop doing him dirty.

So Ghastly is crushing on the leader of the masked sisters. And Saracen is of course trying to fuck her. Only proofing my dislike of him right again.

Remember that part on the Grimoire that says one of the FO bloodlines was cut short during the war? Yeah, found the fucker.

That fight was complete bullshit.

Nice to see an FO follower making a point of herself not believing her side to be evil. But fucking hell that dialog feels forced.

Dear god's, too many people in this book like to blabber on. Also, first Skul is going on about dinosaurs and now this part about the earth's gravitational pull and ancient knowledge about this planet. This is just Landy feeling smart BC he skimmed over a few wiki articles for like five seconds. Move on with the damn story.

Huh, Mev dealing with the gate is pretty close to the fake cover I made.

Skul keeps getting praised as a genius but he keeps doing stupid stuff like running at three overpowered enemies surrounded by their soldiers without a goddamn plan

As much as I enjoyed Baron stepping in the way and beating the shit out of Skul while Nef watches, Baron and Mev abandoning him is fucking bullshit and exactly what I feared would happen :/ poor Nef just keeps getting captured

Aaaaand Skul's stupidity doomed the world

Ghastly's mother showed up.

"for a parley Mevolent will want to have Serpine back" THEN WHY DID HE LEAVE HIM IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE??? IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN A FLICK OF HIS WRIST TO HAVE AN UNCONSCIOUS NEF FLOAT INTO HIS ARMS

They really do like putting bracelets on Nef

The voice. I can't believe Landy ripped off the fucking mouth of Sauron, what the fuck. Everybody knows LotR. Then again the Luke Skywalker thing was even worse. How is any of this legal?

FUCKING TIME TRAVELING VALKYRIE CAIN WE CAN'T GET EVEN ONE BOOK WITHOUT THST FUCKING STUPID WORTHLESS CUNT even more annoying was people predicting Valkyrie would travel back to war times ever since time travel became canon. Also there is a whole long-ass fic about exactly that premise.

The story just got a lot more convoluted and stupid. But now I know why this book is meant to be read after phase 2.

And let me guess, since Val is an overpowered Mary-Sue, they don't technically need Mev anymore to close the gate and she will do it instead

This feels like an unpleasant mix of exposition dump and getting lectured and I'm not here for it.

Nef is such a dramatic little shit, I love him!

Aaaaand he's dead.

Ah fucking hell, one of the only reasons I bought the book in the first place just died and I swear half the dialogue in this book is just about Ghastly's love life. Just continue the damn story and resurrect my bastard snek man >:/

Huh, nice trap from Mev. That's why I love the man <3 guess he must have known Nef was dead when he wasn't at the meeting and didn't take too kindly to it.

"kill him twice" "prime him for death" this plot makes less sense by the second. also, called Mev no longer being needed to close the portal.

Needless animal cruelty so you know the bad guys are the bad guys (this is not referring to the faceless followers btw)

Fighting literal children.

The Italian guy Valkyrie needs to talk to is randomly able to speak English.

And Skul turned into Vile. The scene seems like a parallel to Val turning 'permanently' into Darquesse in LSoDM

His entire skeleton got disintegrated yet that fucker put himself back together with shadows. Landy really made his shitty self-insert immortal, huh?

Saracen and Dexter are canon now apparently.

Baron and Mev are back, but it's not the same without Neffie :(

I call bullshit on Mev not instantly annihilating fighting 3 Dead Men at once, especially since they are weakened and tired.

So Valkyrie still has the black lighting but only uses it on the goddamn floor and not on the overpowered enemy she had been fighting a minute prior

Mev losing to the necromancers AGAIN is fucking bullshit

Did Ghastly just beat Baron to death? While he himself was half dead? That too is bs

Now there are multiple timelines. The one we read about and another one where Val hooks up with the Dead Men (can't tell if she is joking or not) and one that might be the same timeline where she and Mev fight together and Mev seals the portal. Aaaaand she flicked him off before leaving. This is why no one likes you, Val.

Morning After Thoughts:

I don't think we actually know what Hopeless' discipline was. But since he was a Hidden Blade too I guess it's something similar to Tanith?

I'm still not over how we got drowned in dialogue when it came to the Dead Men, yet Mev and his nasties barely spoke, especially not to each other. I think the most interaction they had was Nef saying one line to Mev and Baron smiling when they ditched Nef.

Holy fuck, Nef was done so dirty in this. He got knocked out almost instantly, left behind, captured, poisoned and then torn apart. With each Nef scene I'm more convinced he's based on someone Landy doesn't like bc he just loved fucking up Nef.

He really enjoyed watching Mev just fucking annihilate the Sanctuary side eventho I call bullshit on some scenes like Mev not instantly killing the three very exhausted Dead Men at the end of the book and Baron managing to get beaten to death after he had essentially already won.

The part in the present fucking sucked and I call so hard bullshit on Mev losing to the necromancers again. They are like a mini cult, they would not have the numbers for that even after Mev is done with the Sanctuaries. It's probably bc Landy made Vile OP AF in this 🙄 Also, this future proves Mev right about mortals.

I'm in general VERY disappointed how Mev and his generals felt at times more like set dressing than anything else. Given the synopsis, this feels like a massive bait and switch :/ You want wartime stories? Whoops, it's Val again. Fuck you.

Btw it's really hard to root for Skul and the Dad Men bc their plan is always to just rush in and start hitting stuff. At least they got some well-deserved ass-kicking for that. Meanwhile, Mev is the only one that actually comes up with plans and successfully executes them. Once again, Mev feels more like the main character than the main characters do.

But at the same time Landy can't help himself but to make a parody of Mev, especially with this 'the voice' bullshit that made Mev just look ridiculous. Landy doesn't seem to know that a good villain can make or break the story. Just look at the recent Puss in Boots movie, the villains are so good, they are what most people are talking about.

Conclusion: This feels like a massive bait-and-switch. The synopsis promised wartime stories Mev and his generals taking a central role alongside the Dead Men. Instead, it was a mix between a romance story for Ghastly and a time travel story for Valkyrie. Also, everything gets reset in the end and what we actually read is just one of the timelines she messed up before finding a conveniently easy fix. So it's NOT a prequel story as advertised, it's an alternate timeline. So everything that happens there is non-canon bc it gets reset at the end of the book anyways. So once Val and her time travelling gets revealed (or at the latest point when Nef dies) there is no reason to be invested in this story anymore bc you can tell it's just gonna get reset anyways.

#SP Hell Breaks Loose #HBL Spoilers #long post

[kmp78]

So 9:30 minutes of pre-recorded blabbering. Cool story, dude! Only interesting snippet. Stuck was supposedly written at the beginning of lockdown. Definitely inspired by VK. " Stuck in a relationship" he wishes he was still stuck in Val.

Casting for the video was 60% friends and friends of friends, 40% by casting director. Cheapred at its finest. Friends don't pay friends, grifters must have been honored to be asked for appearance in the masterpiece.

Oh he said it was written in the spring of 2020?!?!

HAAAAA! Primo "VK traipsing pantsless around the house" era then. 😏

Getting lost in her eyes all morning, noon, afternoon, evening and night. 🔞

[irulanpaul]

Read the new SNK chapter spoilers, and if they are true (which is not confirmed yet, btw!)... well, I'm truly sorry, but this is very similar to what I had envisioned. It's... literally the only thing that makes sense and is consistent with themes/character arcs/etc.

But who even knows what the hell is going to happen in the last 3 chapters anyway? Everything could change in the blink of an eye!

#regarding er*n: when a main lead slowly but surely turns villainous #and goes on such a *large* scale murderous rampage #usually you get a tragic ending #we were always going to get a bittersweet finale for snk because it's literally in the genre #it *is* sad; believe me i get it all too well #but i'm not surprised in the slightest #now i'm worried about the *others* #if everybody fucking dies and there's not a drop of hope left #1. too painful and bleak; tragedy needs catharsis to work - the feeling that all the struggles have not been in vain after all #and 2. inconsistent with what i *think* are snk themes #(war sucks/hate also sucks/breaking the cycle of revenge and violence/ #the sins of the past generations should not be burdened by their descendants/children are the future and have the right to enjoy true peace #with no war/death/grief) #(deeply imho ofc; i'm just a very new fan after all) #sorry i'm basically blabbering nonsense #but i have not been this anxious for a finale since got #and we all know how that went and now i have war flashbacks :// #val speaks #val rambles in the tags #snk spoilers #txt

[zahra-hydris]

valthyra’s tadpole fantasy is philippa (pippa), an old childhood friend of hers, one that she always had a fairly intense “friendship” with until it turned romantic in their teens.

both of them clever, ambitious, and seeing their lives as unfairly limited, they encouraged and supported each other in their attempts to advance. philippa’s physical beauty is matched by her singing voice, and she learned how to play every instrument she could get her hands on. she wanted to be either a famous bard, or marry into nobility. val, desperately in love with pip, tried to help her with the former, eventually acting as her kind of manager: persuading tavern owners to let her play, drumming up attendance, negotiating payment, maneouvering weird fans, etc etc.

but in the end, she helped her with the latter. a young noble saw pippa singing one night, and fell in love. they married within the year.

pippa insists she doesn’t love the dude, but val knows otherwise. pippa only visits when she’s mad at him, only stays the night when she’s lonely, and only tells val she still loves her when asked, or in need of something.

about 6 months before she was taken by the mind flayers, val told pippa she didn’t want to see her again and pip just laughed and said ‘vally, baby, we both know that won’t last. what else do you have, other than me?’

valthyra would like to think that, by taking pippa’s form, the tadpole doesn’t really know her, and just made it easier to resist.

but she also worries that they do know her, and know she eventually won’t.

#valthyra riverridge #it all leaves val with this idea that she's not really lovable #she's weird she's too ambitious she tends to be snarky rather than sweet #she's not educated enough she's not cultured enough #she's lesser somehow is the overwhelming feeling #she feels herself more and more attracted to gale and just goes 'this will not happen better not embarrass myself' #and then she does allow herself to think maybe it will #and then he's like 'yeah so i was in love with a goddess' #ignore me yall just blabbering away rather than doing the work i fucking need to finish

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Beaten Part 2:

Part 1 here

Here is the continuation for "Beaten". @val-reblogs-stuff

Note. I do not know much about trauma (actually, that may be an understatemen). All the trauma that Villain is going through came from my basic idea of it and the fact that it can effect everyone differently. So, I apologize for any inaccuracies.

Warnings: hospital setting, IVs, self-blame/hate, drugged whumpee, trauma, crying, believing one is better off dead, flashback mentions, catatonic whumpee, ECT therapy mention, paralyzed whumpee

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Hero visited Villain everyday and everyday, he was the same until she found him conscious and staring at the ceiling with no emotion in his golden-brown eyes.

"Villain?" Her tired voice came out like a mouse's squeak. She rushed over to his side only to find his eyes completely glazed over.

Her fingers brushed his dark eyebrows, silently playing with the coarse hair. He was awake- that thought gladdened her- but he also seemed to not be. Almost like his mind was in a different universe, yet his body was still on earth.

But he was awake, and that was one step in the righr direction towards recovery.

Mental recovery.

But never a physical recovery. That shot was long since gone when that sledgehammer...

Hero's purposely allowed those thoughts to drift away. What was done was done, and Hero had to remember that.

The doctor entered the room, his full faced white beard messy and slightly stained. Hero felt bad. He was so busy and she just added to the workload.

"Have the heroes found the person who did this?" Doctor asked as he prepared an IV to deliver the vital nutrients to Villain bloodstream.

"No," Hero replied fluently. After days of people asking how "her villain" was and who injured him so severely that the doctors had to put him in a coma, she was quite accustomed to lying.

"Hmm. I hope you guys take him down because," Doctor waved their hand over Villain's face. "he is not doing well whatsoever."

"I can see that," Hero agreed.

"His mind must've went on lock down when he came out of sedation. Either that, or the drug effected him."

"Which one is better?"

"Depends."

"Oh," was all Hero was able to say as it clicked in. His mind went into this state as a result of the trauma she caused.

"Is he even awake?" Hero wondered outloud.

The doctor looked over at the moniters, his eyes flickering back and forth as he calculated and read the lines and numbers that Hero could not even begin to understand.

"Yeah, he is," Doctor answered. "It'll just take some time. Talk to him, it may draw him out of it."

"Okay."

The doctor left and Hero drew up a chair and seated herself in it.

"Hey bud."

No response.

"I'm sorry," Hero's voice hitched as a lump formed in her throat. Before she knew it, tears began to streamed down her cheeks like a watefall.

But, once again, there was no response. Only blank eyes that gazed at the ceiling with absolutely no emotion.

"It's my fault," Hero sobbed. "It is my fault that you won't walk again. It is my fault that-that." Hero broke into sobs and he grappled at Villain's limp hand. "Wake up please, please."

Hero cried and cried and cried until she exhausted herself. She started breathing in hiccuping breaths as her cheeks laid against Villain's rising and falling robotic-like breaths of air.

Her left arm went over Villain's chest and she hugged him, even though she likely was messing up moniters, right? Who cares if she budged a heart pad. His heart would be beating the same with or without the constant reminder that he was alive physically, but dead mentally.

Hero soon found herself dozing off as the minutes ticked by. Every once in a while, she would jerk awake if she felt him shift. But, she must've imagined it because he still held that vacant expression. However, now his eyes were half-lidded and looked as if he was sleeping.

So did that mean that he was awake earlier?

Or was his body getting tired of keeping his eyes open?

Hero, in a wave of pessimism, grudgingly thought it as the second possibility.

She drifted off to sleep again, not even bothering to check the time. She slept on till morning when a warm hand roused her from her slumber.

"Villain!" She called rather excitedly, but saw that it was only a nurse.

"I don't know why the doctor allowed you to stay the night, given you aren't family, but you need to leave now. We are going to run some tests to see where Villain is mentally and physically."

"We already know his physical health," Hero muttered. "And we have a pretty good grasp on what is going on in his brain."

The nurse gave a sympathetic smile, her tanned face a mixture of worry and nervousness- if you could count those as two seperate expressions.

"We can find out more and possibly help him," the nurse pointed out and led Hero out of the room. "Go. Get some food and water and get some real sleep."

Hero nodded solemnly and proceeded to find some food in a vending machine. Upon only finded some poorly stocked snicker bars, she made her way to the cafeteria and gave herself a plate full of lukewarm mashed potatoes and some soggy beef stew.

She ate the food by herself on a table and watched as recovering families gathered together on various tables. They seemed so happy amidst the obvious struggles each family was facing.

Shouldn't Hero be happy? Shouldn't she be glad that Villain was alive?

Or, maybe her mind subconsciously believed that he was better off dead. After all, he wouldn't be able to walk again, would definitely have chronic pain, and he could possibly always be living in a world of paranoia, stress, and flashbacks.

How could he be happy when he was constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure Hero wasn't there to finish the job?

Hero quickly stuffed the rest of the bland food into her mouth, set her tray on a counter to be washed, and headed back to Villain's room.

Villain was still there, lying on his back, oblivious to the world around him. The doctor was there too, seemingly checking Villain's vitals.

"How did the tests go?"

"Well, we now know for certain that he is awake, but we believe he is catatonic."

Catatonic.

"How are you gonna fix him?" Hero asked and walked to Villain's other side.

"We are going to begin ECT," the doctor confirmed. "Later today. We need to make sure all previous drugs are out of his system first."

Hero nodded and ran her hand through Villain's fluffy hair tenderly and used her other hand to massage his shoulder. He did not respond, but his eyes flickered for a moment before resuming their role in monitoring the ceiling.

"Did you see that?" Hero exclaimed.

"See what?"

"He moved his eyes," Hero blabbered enthusiastically and massaged his shoulder even harder, but when no more movement occurred she stopped.

"Many patients suffering from catatonia move their eyes."

"So he knew I was touching him?"

"He is fully aware. He entered this stupor due to the physical stress, exhaustion, possible traumatic stress, and maybe even some of the medications used on him."

Hero nodded. She didn't fully understand, but she knew that he felt her.

So all they had to do was bring him back.

And then he could get better.

Or as well as a paralyzed person could.

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