#I cannot bring myself to like the awoken

[bettdraws]

This is a wild Elucien headcanon…

but please imagine Lucien being in a really dangerous situation with the Autumn court, like something happened and they have him as a prisoner, or unable to leave.

And Elain is there listening to how Lucien could potentially be held captive in a cold cell or even tortured.

And shes there when Eris says the only way to save him is if he has real ties to the Night Court or if he officially becomes a member, and the only way to do that is if he gets mated/married to someone from there, not anyone, but the High Lady’s sister.

And everyone is outraged with what he is suggesting but Elain is suddenly quiet.

And she suddenly says “I will do it” and everyone gapes at her, some try to talk her out of it (possibly Feyre or Nesta) but Rhys just nods.

And they send notice to the Autumn court that they cannot harm Lucien because he is a Night Court citizen, but Beron doesn’t believe it, he demands that Elain goes there so he can determine it.

Chaos, outrage, but she agrees, and she obviously doesn’t go alone. She convinces herself that while she doesn’t owe Lucien anything, she is tired of the bloodshed, the loss, and if she has the power in her hands, she will act. That is all, she couldn’t care less about him. She convinces herself she would be this worried for anyone that is close to her sister, it’s not because shes worried and scared and petrified of something bad happening to him.

They’re in the Forest House, they bring out Lucien who is luckily generally unharmed but Elain looks at the binds in his wrists and her whole body reacts to the sudden urge to protect. Beron takes one sniff at them and knows it is true. They’re mates. But Beron says an unfulfilled mating bond is not valid (listen idk about these fae laws bear with me) they need to marry. Elain declares that was the plan all along. Lucien is shocked. (I just imagine what must be going through his head seeing his mate stand before Beron in the same room where Jesminda was killed)

They let Lucien go with his mate but they have to stay in the Forest House until everything gets resolved. Elain and Lucien are shoved into a room, no more chains on him, but he doesn’t understand any of it.

Both of them are standing awkwardly in the room. Lucien is staring at her as if she has grown ears, still shocked, still reliving moments, furious at them for being so dumb as to risk themselves for him. He supposed he really was a big asset for Rhys to have done this. But her… why was she here? Why did she put herself in this position?

“Did they make you do this?” He says through his teeth.

She muses on what to say. “No” she gets offended with the assumption that she can’t make decisions for herself. “I agreed to this and came on my own free will”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

“Because I’m tired of people dying, I wouldn’t forgive myself if I could have done something” A silence and for some forsaken reason Elain has the need to add. “This doesn’t mean what you think it means”

Something irks at Lucien then, and the awoken nerves on his body make him respond to that. “And please tell, Lady, what do I think it means?”

Elain clenches her fists. “That I’ve changed my mind about you… about this” She signals between them. “This is just temporary, out of necessity”

Lucien just stares at her.

“I never entertained that you did, I can assure you.” It is easier to turn on her, on this beautiful female that is putting herself at risk for him, than to be hurt at the continuing rejection from her. “You’ve always just assumed that I’m some brute fae that wants to steal you away, let me tell you now that we’re speaking frankly, that its not the case. I can’t control the pull from the bond, but I have no interest in pursuing a female who doesn’t want me”

That sends Elain to retaliate. “What about the gifts then, was that not pursuing?” She cocks her head arrogantly.

“I was bringing them to Feyre as well. That was me being polite, but guess you don’t know the first thing about that”

“You are one to talk about politeness when I’m here risking my life for your neck and this is how you treat me” She takes one step closer.

“I never asked you to do it” He mirrors her and steps closer with his broad hands clenched in fists.

“I will just let you die next time then”

“Fine by me, as long as I don’t have to endure you shoving it on my face”

“Asshole”

“I’ve been called worse” A sly, angry smile creeps at one corner of his mouth. She suddenly realizes they’re breathing on each other’s face.

“And all this time I thought you were a gentleman” She summons her anger to keep focused.

“You will learn I can be a gentleman, Elain” Her name on his lips, for the first time. “But I can be so much worse too”

His breath is hot on her face, their hearts already beating fast.

“You admit you were pretending then, to win me over”

A sharp breathy laugh from him. “If I wanted to win you over, I would not have tried to be gentle”

Her lips form a thin line as she holds herself, the pull, his words, the sudden effect of his mismatched gaze intense on her face.

“You shouldn’t have done this” He says quietly, roughly, his eyes showing something beyond just annoyance, she sees the fear in them. She pushes it back.

“What’s done is done” She says. “We will pretend, see this through, and then we’re done”

“Alright, dove”

She’s startled. Her nostrils flare. She ignores the outrageous pet name he just used on her. “I’m going to take a bath, I suggest you do the same, you stink” She begins to walk away and stops herself “I mean after I’m done” She frowns as she strolls away.

He watches her with sudden amusement.

He’s scared, hes pissed and hurt. He’s tired. But something inside him sparks, and he can’t really put a name to it.

Oh he’s not alright.

#guys im not a writer but I had to put this out there #if youre a writer PLEASE TAKE THIS I NEED IT #elucien #pro elucien #marriage of convenience #the best trope im sorry #pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elain x lucien #autumn court drama #elucien headcanon #elucien one shot #elain and lucien banter will EAT

[essenceofelegance]

Omg please please please do a part 2 for ratatouille with a happy ending. Please let it just be a misunderstanding 😭

Ratatouille (Pt. 2)

(Azriel x f!reader)

pt. 1

m.list

❥= fluff

ʚɞ = angst

Warnings: not proof read

Before she met Az, she lived in her own little apartment right outside the city. She had thought about selling it prior to moving in with Az, but right now, she was really glad she didn’t.

As she unlocked the door to her apartment, nostalgia hit her hard. Here, nearly a century ago, she had accepted the sacred bond. Here is where she had offered Azriel a meal.

This was how she had spent the past two months.

She would try her best to avoid the Inner Circle around Velaris, without fail. She had even considered going to a distant family in Day.

She would even pat herself on the shoulder for doing such a good job at avoiding the Circle.

But she could not avoid her longing for her mate, the ache in her chest.

⋆ ★

"Y/N, please just open the Gods-damned door!" She buried her head into her pillow. The sound of her best friend's banging had awoken her from her slumber. With no choice, she walked up to the door. Still in a sleepy haze, she slowly unlocked the door. "Mor, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night." Her best friend had already let herself in. "Gods, Y/N, your house is a mess," she said, picking at the pile of clothes on the wooden floor. "Y/N, you have to go see Az. He hasn't been himself, we're all worried about him. And I was right to worry about you. Look at you." The girl knew her best friend was right. She was a mess; she had tried to deny it, but she was not doing well away from her mate.

She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. She closed her eyes as if considering something. After a moment, she said, "Let's go."

⋆ ★

She sensed him before she could see him.

Azriel had concealed himself in his shadows, his shadows frantic after sensing their owner's mated lover.

The friends peered through Azriel's door.

"He's been like this since you left. It seems impossible, but he's getting worse," the girl hummed.

"And what of Elaine?" she turned to her best friend. "Rhys is keeping her in the town house. We've all agreed that it would be best to keep them apart."

The girl chuckled. "So it took all of you to keep them away from each other,  huh?" Mor shook her head. "N/N, you know I didn't mean it like that. Just go talk to him, please. If not for you, then for the Circle." With that, her best friend stalked away, giving the girl a final pat on her shoulder.

⋆ ★

The moment she stepped into her mate's room, his shadows rushed over to her, covering the small of her back, pushing her towards her mate. "Az, it's me," she attempted, "I'm here now," slowly walking over to her mate, careful not to startle him. Slowly but steadily, she put her hands onto her mate's shoulders, rubbing small circles with her thumbs.

The male looked up at her with tired eyes. "Oh, Az..." the girl cradled Azriel's head into her chest, enveloping his body with hers, gently holding his head. "Love..." Azriel buried his head further into her chest. "I did not sleep with Elaine, I did not touch her." The girl did not know what to think. "I spent time with her because she was in a bad place. I know Nesta or Feyre could have taken her, but I had just..." she stared into those oh-so-beautiful hazel eyes. "I was so entranced by the idea of three brothers, three sisters. I did not mean to neglect you like that. Y/N, I cannot live without you." She observed his face, sincerity and love in those hazel eyes she loves. "I will change for you, I will do anything if it means I will earn your forgiveness." How could she ever say no to that face?

@one-big-fangirl @peachcontour-blog @impossibelle

A/N: okay i have an excuse for my shit writing. i can justify it. english is not my first language. this is so bad i can’t even bring myself to proofread it.

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#azriel spymaster #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #acotar imagine #acotar fanfiction #acotar #taylor swift #acotar series #acotar fandom #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #angst #light angst #fluff #azriel fluff #azriel angst #azriel fanfic #acotar fic

[blueseachelle]

It’s a Contract. Chapter 4.

Vox Machina Critical Roll

Percy De Rolo x Female Human Draconian Warlock! Reader

My inspiration for this is more than anything in my life. Season 2 started off so fucking good tho.

Y/n was sent back into the realm of the living. Not in the way as expected.

She was awoken in a summoning circle. She was not in her body but, was watching from the outside.

Dahlia used her powers to summon the spirit from Y/n.

The spirit emerged from her in the form of the mist in the shape of a dragon.

“Who dares bring back me to the realm of the living?”

Dahlia stood up from her once crouched position.

“My name is Dahlia Briarwood. I’m here to negotiate your services. I seek power and I’d like to employ your help.”

A dark chuckle filled the room. The dragon laughed a hardy laugh.

“Why should I trust a puny human like you? What will you bring to me in return?”

She stood for a second.

“The Whispered One will show mercy upon you when he enters the world. After we achieve this goal, you will be free to leave.”

The dragon let out a roar of laughter once again.

Y/n sucked in a breath. She didn’t want to work for that monster. Especially after what she has done. The voice of Bahamut stood out once again.

‘I trust him.’

“Fine but, I have a condition. You will sign a contract in blood. Yourself and Silas. If you break this contract before your goals, you forfeit your souls to make myself whole once again.”

Dahlia instantly agreed. Not even inquiring all of what the contract contained. The blood was then spilt.

Instantly, Y/n returned to this new form she aquired from the God of Dragons. She sat up and was instantly healed of the wounds on her body. She was now in her body but, didn’t have control total control of it. She knew this was Bahamut guiding her.

She heard his voice in her head.

“There mistake was not inquiring about the contract. You will be whole soon. Patience is all we need.”

Y/n nodded to the voice. She trusted him. For he gave her life once again.

She was just kept in a room. She didn’t need to eat or sleep. She remained in a meditative state until needed.

In this meditative state, she was with Bahamut. She was learning from him. He would teach her new abilities and tell her what was occurring in the world since she cannot.

Y/n lied in wait. Waiting for the day to be broken from the contract she was in. She knew it would be before this ‘Whispered One’ returned.

She sat in the curled tail of the God of Dragons. She sighed.

‘I wait for you, Percy. Please, come quickly.’

This is kinda short but, I like to not fill up a chapter with too much, if that makes sense. Next chapter is gonna get more into the meat of things.

#vox machina #d&d 5e #percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percy x reader #x reader #percival de rolo #percival #critical role #dungeons and dragons #Bahamut #Dragons #percy x y/n #tlovm percy #tlovm x reader #Chapter 4 #Series

[frollosmaid]

Despicable me 4 rant part 2!!

Featuring questions like

*what also happened in the trailer**do I even like the movie**is it going to be a disappointment*

Now what also happened in the trailer

There was one point where gru and his minions and poppy (apparently a teenager villain that lives next door to gru) break into this dark mansion on a hill in the middle of nowhere that the minions drove a hot air balloon to that I think a old lady owns with her muscular body guards or man companions (if you know what I mean) the old lady was awoken by the noise they was making I’m not sure what happened after that that’s all the trailer showed

Do I think it’s going to be a good movie

One answer YES but it seems like there’s a lot going on (I think i mentioned it in my last post i don’t know though) there was also a scene where Lucy was chasing a villain in a shop it seems like it’s going to be kinda messy to me I thought the two main villains was maxime le mal and his girlfriend valantina but it seems like there’s loads in the despicable me movies and minions there was always just one group of villains or just one with a sidekick maybe they might all be working together but I’m not sure

Minions and the creators have been quite

I follow the official minions account on tiktok it seems like they have been quite that’s actually how I found out about the movie from there one tiktok and after that not much as been said and also joey king voices poppy I really hope this isn’t a movie where all famous celebrities voice act but I don’t mind.Joey king also made a tiktok with unseen content of poppy and the caption was “meet poppy you don’t want to get on her bad side” (poppy also has a cat) but anyways I thought they would be referencing the new movie in there TikTok’s but maybe when it comes to the release date, they’ll release I think I’m just impatient😂

WHERE IS DRU?

Now I actually didn’t even think about this until a comment said it and I was really surprised I don’t think a movie would bring in such a character like Grus long lost brother for just one movie and then just forget about it I don’t think a very big Movie franchise would do that, unless he just wasn’t brought into the trailer but he is in the movie. I’m not sure and someone even said that dru took all the minions with him because there was only three minions that went to the safe house with gru but I guess in all the movies there was three main minions, but my best guess is they are with dru I hope they do reference him or where he is or what he’s doing. If they don’t I think that Despicable Me 3 was kind of irrelevant if one of the main characters in that movie just disappears out nowhere.

Is despicable me 4 going to be a disappointment?

Well it depends on the person really but I do see is a lot of people hate a certain movie it does turn out to be shit so I don’t know I really hope it isn’t,you cannot go wrong with a despicable me movie I think they are all amazing but it the creators keep on making movies or finding ways to make more stuff I think people are going to find it shit and annoying after a while because normally if movies make more than one it gets crapper and crapper but I hope it doesn’t

I’ll make a part 3 when I find out if I can ask myself any more questions😭

#despicable me 4 #despicable me #minions

[boundinparchment]

Dream a Little Dream of Me - XXXII

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. Chapter is on AO3 here.

You would never get used to that, you thought.  Perhaps it was easier in time for some but you hoped you would never have to do it again once you left Sumeru.

The structure was much the same as it had been a few days prior.  Sweeping buttresses like the connective tissue that housed seeds inside a pepper, supporting and creating the core at the center of the room.  Everything glowed with an ethereal green that felt just a little unnatural despite its clear link to the greenery of the entire nation.  

Last time you were here, a child slept in a nest on the dais in the middle of the room.  But that space was empty now.

You definitely saw the white radish run through here, though.  Or maybe you were still sleeping and your mind was simply recalling that popular story with a looking glass and a white rabbit and a talking caterpillar.

“You’re not dreaming,” a familiar voice said, soft and full of wonder.  “But that’s a good story.  I like that one.”

Turning in place, you failed to spot the source until you caught a face peeking out from behind one of the pillars.  The child from your dreams, dressed in white and green with a golden hairpiece in the shape of a cluster of leaves, watched you as the moon watched the tide as it licked  the shore.

“I was wondering what took you so long.  You’re not one for hide and seek, are you?  Forgive me for not visiting you again; your dream was not the only one that had been tampered with.  My people, too, have just awoken from a long dream.”

What was it the Segment, the Not-Zandik,  had called her?  Lesser Lord Kusanali?  Then wouldn’t that have made her…

“You’re the Dendro Archon,” you said.

“I’m not quite deserving of the title,” the child replied.  “An Archon would not have let things get this far this quickly.  I am just the Moon, reflecting the sun’s light upon the world.”

The child spoke cryptically in the dream, too, but this felt different; as if she were being obtuse for the sake of it.  A part of you could understand now, between the damaged bond that still tied you to a stranger, and the lack of clarity in her words, why the Doctor thought so lowly of Archons, of Celestia and the Heavenly Principles.  

Not that Fontaine was any better; Focalors’ court was nothing but a farce and if one ever asked a pointed question, it was returned with a smile and a denial.

“The Outcast is…far more than he appears to be.  I will not bring myself to speak for him.  But he has taken advantage of a situation that I can no longer permit to continue.”

“His name is Zandik.”

The words rolled off of your tongue as easily as water.  It was disrespectful to not refer to someone by their name, by a title they did not appreciate nor want.  Your chest tightened as the child stepped out of her hiding spot and towards the nest in the center, gesturing you to step forward.  A frown tugged at your lips but you heeded and stepped further into the Sanctuary and down to the core of the room.

“Your presence, and the dream in which you were placed, were nothing but a side project; an interesting one, but not the main goal.  Dreams are powerful, Composer, full of Jnana energy; knowledge that each person houses, unique to them.  But dreams cannot replace that which is organic, tactile, and grounded.  You have tasted that truth, haven’t you?”

“Unwillingly.”

“But you know it.  You lived an entirely separate existence that was not rooted in reality, given a taste of a different world.  Years in the matter of days.  To return to yourself now is to blur the lines between what you have experienced and what can yet happen and your mind does not know what to make of it.  The Archon put her hand to her chin pensively.  It looked like she was imitating a scholar more than anything, despite being the very Archon of Wisdom.  “He did not plan for you, so it stands to reason that he never expected you to begin with…”

“He didn’t start the dream,” you spat, irritated by the lack of true sleep and the lack of answers.  “Zandik was there when I woke up but it wasn’t him in that dream.”

Your voice cracked, pained at the recollection of things you wanted to forget, things you could not bring yourself to speak of.  This made no sense.  He wasn’t in the dream but he was .  How else could someone wear his face, so closely mirror his expressions and gestures and intonations?  How else did one have a segment of themselves if it did not contain some true parts of their character?

“You would defend him when he has shown himself to be a threat, even to you.” Her tone was factual, tinged with confusion.

Your brain knew that it wasn’t Zandik who caged you, kept you from your passions, did not violate you to own you.  Your heart was a different story, of course.  It could not fathom that a fated bond would be so monstrous.  

When you didn’t reply, the sprout said, “Would you not consider a branch of a tree to still be the tree?”

In order for the branch to exist in such a state, the tree would have passed through the same phase, the same ideas.  Many of the compositions you played over the years took an abstract approach to this, putting into notes what was otherwise esoteric.  You were rationalizing it, you well knew, but nothing in the world was black and white.

“Branches can also be made into entirely separate trees,” you countered.  “You can graft them onto other species, you can tend to them and plant them and start a new cycle.  It just takes patience.”

The Archon nodded, a tiny smile crossing her lips.  Had that been a test?

“Dogs, years after wandering away from home, return to their masters; boomerangs follow their trajectory and find the hand that threw them.  Time will pass, whether or not we wish for it to.  Humans are marvelous in their resilience.  I can see why you bear Morax’s element.”

The Vision still clutched in your hand felt warm, eager to release its energy now.  You had yet to truly master that.  

“There are plans still in motion, ones that I must tend to, like weeds in a garden.  I believe you know that there are few paths before you now.  You do not seem the type to avoid closure.”

You did not need further dismissal; the Archon’s tone and outstretched was enough to remind you that everything was, now, in your court.  It always had been.  After all, soulmates determined their role for one another, no one else.  

Fresh air was welcome when you crossed the threshold back onto the terrace, the morning still crisp with dew and the sun positioned as if it never moved at all.  How strange.  You cast a look back at the doors behind you, curious for a moment about the passage of time across such spaces.  Other than the chatter of birds, the terrace was still and peaceful.

“Many would argue differently but patience is something I have an abundance of.”

#yes that's two updates in two days leave me be #trying to move the plot along #dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #genshin impact reader insert #soulmate au

[blerpywatermelon]

So yeah, I decided to continue it. @antisocialdork (sorry for the ping, but I believe you were asking for Bronte content)

Bronte Cintalin looked up at the wall of books and scrolls before him. He swept a few muffin crumbs off of the table and frowned. He thought he'd read every book in the Council's library, but recently he'd stumbled upon a white leather book with no title. Its old yellowed pages donned deep magenta stains as if someone long ago had carelessly spilled wine or juice on them. He turned a page and inhaled softly. The ancient paper crinkled weakly, leaving a bookish aroma on Bronte's fingers. Books had the most wonderful smell. Old books, new books, musty old scrolls, and newly-printed novellas; he'd make a candle that smelled of books if he could.

This particular book was different though. It smelled like lushberry blossoms and dust in the best way possible.

He studies the book further but quickly finds that he cannot read it. It's in a language he's never seen before. Perhaps it was a human dialect? He tucks the book in his vest pocket. Perhaps a visit was in order.

He snatched up the last bite of the blitzenberry muffin on the table and stood up, taking the wrapper with him.

Luckily, he knew just the Councillor to help him figure out a way to translate the book.

Terik.

The man was obsessed with humans. He found them utterly fascinating and thought they were a very important species to study. He also thought that they should be considered intelligent. Bronte shared this belief and knew that he could trust him with the book he'd found. While many books in the Council library were written in human languages, this one was different. Its ragged and stained pages seemed out of place in the huge pristine library, especially just to be sitting out on a table. Gnomes cleaned the library every night before bed, so it was strange that a book would be lying out so early in the day.

Bronte was always the earliest riser and spent most mornings lounging around and reading books while the others were still waking up and getting ready for the first meeting of the day.

Terik was most likely still asleep.

Oh well.

Bronte strode out into the hall and began making his way to Terik's tower.

While being a Council member is always a difficult job, weekends are probably the most grueling. Saturdays and Sundays bear constant, until-you-collapse busywork.

Terik is the kind of person you do not want to be around on these days. He's a socialite. Terik is hands-on, always ready for travel, and a diligent note-taker. He can conduct interviews, bend rules carefully, and is incredibly persuasive. He's not the type to spend his time organizing scrolls and signing documents at his desk all day.

Today was Monday, which meant he was probably trying to sleep in after the long and taxing weekend.

You can imagine how displeased he was to be awoken by the sound of someone pounding on his front door at the crack of dawn.

But, when he arrived at the door and saw who it was, he quickly smiled. "Bronte? What brings you here so early?"

"I have a request." He pulled the white leather journal out of his vest pocket and held it out to him. "This book was written in a human dialect. I figured you could help me translate it."

Terik took the book and flipped through a few pages. "Hm. When do you need this finished?"

"Ah, well, it's not for work. It's for myself. I found it in the library, and it caught my attention. I'd like to read it."

Terik smiled, glancing at him. "Then I'll get it translated as soon as I can."

"Good. Thank you." Bronte nodded, satisfied.

"You're welcome. Do you need anything else?" Terik asked.

Bronte hesitated, then shook his head. "No, that should be all." His lips twitched slightly and he stepped back. "Have a nice day, Terik."

Terik nodded a watched Bronte walk briskly away. He flipped through the book's pages one last time before turning to go inside, closing the door behind him.

Yeah, so, maybe this is turning into a Bronte × Terik thing? Who knows lol

#councillor bronte #kotlc #kotlc bronte #oneshot

[daaydreamy]

florarry!

“come, come! i’ll show you around. i’ve got plenty of secret places to show you that you cannot show anybody no matter what. you would break my trust by doing so, and i would very much like to stay as friends.” harry smiled and y/n smiled back, although awkwardly, unlike he who did brightly. her eyes widened when he suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her through the forest even further.

“i-i’m not sure about this. could- could we go back?” y/n laughed nervously, looking around as he hurriedly pulled her along. harry’s bed was getting smaller and smaller as they went farther and farther and she started to get worried.

“it’s safe here! i promise.”

“if you say so…” she gulped.

y/n woke up with a gasp, immediately sitting up after being awoken by her strange, strange dream. she rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and looked around, relieved to see that she was still in her bedroom, in her comfortable bed that wasn’t made of grass and had flowers blooming from it. she placed her hand on her chest and sighed softly, shaking her head.

that was really weird.

•••

it was the next day now.

y/n was annoyedly walking through the forest, trying to find that stupid little man with that stupid little bed of his. he did that on purpose, didn’t he? he purposefully put himself into her dream with his nature bullshit to lure her back to him. which… was probably working because she was going back to him, but that wasn’t the point, because she was going over to yell at him to stop.

she finally found him and stood there, panting softly because she had been walking quickly and was practically stomping on the ground with each step because of how annoyed she was.

“oh, you’re back! oh, i’m so glad you’re back! i thought you’d never come to visit me again, but i am so happy that you’re here. come si-”

“stop.”

“what?”

she sighed annoyedly, walking over to him and pointing a finger right at his nose, making his eyes widen.

“don’t ever pull that bullshit again.”

“pull… what?”

“don’t- don’t make me dream about you! it’s weird! and i know you did on purpose to bring me back here, so stop! i don’t want to see you!”

“i-i never made you dream about me or puposefully inserted myself into your dream. i was here sleeping at the same time as you, i swear.”

she folded her lips into a line.

“liar.”

“what? no! i would never lie! that is prepostorous.”

“that is prepostorous.” she mocked and stopped pointing her finger at his noise. “i am never coming back here again.” she said firmly and he frowned.

“but why? you’re the first human being i’ve ever met, i would hate it for you to leave. i-i swear i didn’t make you dream about me, honest. that was simply something your mind created. i’m pretty sure i don’t even have the ability to do such a thing. i’m only connected to nature after all, not minds.”

“still.” she said, “i am never coming back to see you again.”

she will never come back to see him again.

#[💭] thinking… #concepts of harry #florarry

[owl-house-incorrectly]

I am the jester, my job's to entertain

And it seems that soon enough it too will be my job to reign

Over all that you see, over all that you know

As the king is slowly dying, any moment he could go

Yes the king is slowly dying, any moment he will go

Oh! Sweet memories, come rushing back to me

As I trace my fingers on these haggard walls within your keep

Though my exile still stands, I heard my duty call to me

Because I am the court jester, I've grown tired of my sleep

After all, I am the jester, and I've tired of my sleep

What good is a crown if the brow it sits on is that of a dead man

I'll wear my cap and painted smile with pride,

My trusty baton in my hand

And you will see me, sire, I'll make my way back to you

You cannot stop me sire, your time is up, I see right through you

Though resolute you may pretend to be inside your walls

The people soon will realize that your feeble body can't forestall

The inevitable end that we all will one day meet

You are human, you are dying, yes I know it's bittersweet

But you knew this day would come, and you can't borrow steal or cheat

Yes, your maker gave you time,

But you've run out, and soon you'll meet

I was awoken by a nibbling in my brain

A single thought, just like a knot, a stone, a weight I can't explain

That sat there pulling me to consciousness and waking soon I found

Myself entrenched in ancient earth

With roots and vines my arms were bound

And in this post-hibernal state my mind was filled with clouds of doubt

Were these my memories? or something else?

And soon I felt the urge to get out

Tearing, ripping, painful as it was

Vines and leaves gave way easy just because

All that's left in this world is decay;

Soon I knew what caused me to awake

With a newfound memory after rest

I felt something bubbling in my chest

Soon I felt myself losing control

Peals of laughter rang into the distance from my soul

I cannot recognize a single thing in front of me

The world as I knew it now is gone, is this reality?

Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft

All that is left to do is sit right down and laugh

Hee hee hee

Oh this world that I left you in

Has been tainted by your sin

And as such I have now taken it upon myself

To reinstate the reign of laughter and in health I will return

Oh I am making my way back I will return

Soon the people will remember the reason why they burn

And the fires in their might will start to turn

Pointing fists and shouting out with no more reason for concern

Soon you will see! the world will turn upon its head again!

Just you hope that you can see it 'fore you're dead!

Foolish king, you sit in empty meaning on your throne

But in my time away you've ended up alone

Oh, all the power in the world could never save you now

As the time at which your curtain's called draws nearer get ready to take your bow

The age of reason is now drawing to a close!

And now I, the mere court jester, will his majesty depose

I will tip the gilded throne, in me the people will repose

Because I am the court jester, not all thorns come with a rose

After all, I am the jester, and this future I propose:

Let the fool, let me, the jester, bring the olden tales to close

Let the fool, let me, the jester, a new saga now compose

Hello Jester!

#is this a song or no? #incorrect asks?

[crackedramblings]

More from 3.4.24

I felt the need to write this down. I'm compelling myself to do this.

A lot of this, this experience we've had, is about power. Personal power. Landing on this planet, we are powerless. I've been waiting and waiting and waiting for something external to myself to shift. Endless waiting, endless patience. Understanding. 'Have compassion for them, they don't know what they are doing.' 'Be kind, show them a better way.' 'Good things come to those who wait.'

But the thing is, I don't know that I ever got anything all that great from being passive, or kind, or powerless. I mean, I guess my parents fed and clothed me when I was a baby. But then when I got old enough they were pushing me, always, to do something. To be something. To fit into this world. This hierarchical world of dominators at the top and submissive obedient workers at the bottom. The triangle. The pyramid. The pyramid that we've been trying to recreate with human society since Giza. They were desperately trying to get me to fit into this game that would allow me to survive.

But I didn't care about that. I wanted to be alone. I was anti-social, they said. I had social phobia. Well, who wouldn't? This planet is insane. It's driven me insane. I finally had to play the game just to get away from the people who were desperately driving me to play the game.

So I became a bit ruthless. In my job, with other people. I manipulated men. I worked incredibly hard to understand the stupid jobs I had and performed my work better than anyone. I threatened my boss that I would leave if he didn't get me a raise. I married someone I thought I could stand because it would get me lower taxes and free rent.

And I've created a small safe place. For now. And I'm still feeling powerless. Still waiting for something. Still, still, still. This people pleasing I've been doing? All part of the manipulation. It's a symptom of my perceived powerlessness. If I make other people happy, perhaps they will not push me down to the bottom of the pyramid where it's truly crushing.

But all of it's crushing. Everything here is crushing. Soul crushing. There must be a soul, there must be a higher self. Because I'm safe, physically. I have food and shelter. No one to bother me, besides family ties and whatever physical laws I have to follow because I landed on this world. And I'm safe, and I'm fed, and I'm warm, and I'm still screaming on the inside. I'm not in touch with my power.

I was waiting, waiting, for others to bring this down. I was being patient. Scenarios arise in my mind. Ways to meddle. Ways to alter the game. Ways to become a fierce, ferocious, terrifying self. That others are afraid of, and run when they see me coming. But I was holding that off, because I thought that a bigger plan was unfolding.

But there is no bigger plan. There's just me. And I'm no longer willing or able to press down that power that's rising within me. It's going to come out. How that comes out, and what it means, I don't know. But this process we've been undertaking, this years upon years of enduring a soulless, lifeless, bleak, colorless landscape, just for the sake of 'waiting' for something better to come along? It cannot continue. I cannot continue like this. I must embody my power. I have to, there's no other option. What does that mean? Cold-hearted ruthlessness? To get what I want? And what do I want? I know what it is that I want. Deep down, I know. And now it's time to set about bringing it to fruition.

So I'm grabbing my power. It's like that sword you were talking about. I'm wielding it now. It's clumsy in my hand. I don't know what I'm doing with it. But it's here, now, and I don't think I can set it down again. It's molded to my hand. I'm aflame with it.

Will things change immediately? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I'm just in a mood. But I'm done waiting. I'm a seed that is sprouting. Or maybe I'm the leviathan that has finally awoken. Which will it be? Will I be a destructive monster or a nourishing plant? Can it be both? At any rate, it's time to be about my business. No more people pleasing. No more lies. Raw honest me. The rest of the world can handle themselves. I'm on my own path now.

[when-there-is-rain-there-is-sun]

Home

I'm at peace for a moment, a light spring breeze caressing my face, bluebells in full bloom all around me. I much prefer the chatter of birdsong over the roar of car engines. The sight of a fox over asphalt hell. To be awoken by sunlight rather than kept up by millions of kilowatts blotting out the stars. A place like this is much more akin to "home" and yet, for the longest time "home" consisted of all that which I despise in a place. Sitting here, looking out into nature, despite everything fitting right I still cannot feel like I'm at home. Something, or someone, is missing.

I'm an ethereal traveler, moving between locations, none of which are worthy of the designation of "home." Only when I was a child, or when I was with you, did I know for certain where home was.

I'm a plant floating on water, trying desperately to find a place to put my root, but I'm drifting farther from land, losing myself in the abyss. Perhaps I'll find my way back to old land, or maybe the currents will bring me to new shores. Or, I will get caught in a whirlpool, dragged under the surface, gasping for salvation, my roots rotted and dysfunctional after years of neglect.

[tommiematthews]

4/11/22

4/11/22

So, I have sat down to continue writing my novel, but I cannot find the paper version that I have written so far, MORE FOOL ME. Instead of digging around the house and further putting off the fact that my goal of writing a novel by the time I was 30, has now finished, I am past the point of a young person’s goals. The new goal, is to write more, in hope that one day soon, I will have a story that to some degree, makes sense. The problem is, I have been trying to write it for 7 years, and I need the massacred tree versions of the manuscript in order to limit my procrastinating self, to scrolling up and down like a yo-yo. A yo-yo is a lame description, to stop myself going up and down like a person who has just discovered that they can sit on a coke can in quick repetitive squats and it brings joy and orgasms to their throbbing head. Lame again, but if I continue down this road, I will be back saying that like a yo-yo was the perfect cliché, and any sort of originality that I may muster, is usually sexualised and a bit much. But if the hat fits, then cum in it, or however it goes. I have been sick as a dog the past week, nearly admitted into hospital because my oxygen levels were 91% which I was told is not good. Any score above 50% in my opinion is good enough, but I suppose like my university assessments, only half the essay is functioning and its as though you passed out half way through the semester; BUT C’s get degrees motherfucker. At this point in time, I am very much close to getting my degree, only one subject left and if I may say so myself, I have fookin’ chanced it lad. Found the complete knifes edge of doing the bare minimum and although my degree may not have the quality score as others, the ink will dry the same on that glistening laminated paper. After all, I am thirty, I dropped out of school 15 years ago, and after much fucking around, I will be university educated; which is mainly knowing as little as anyone else, but maybe how to operate a computer and submit bullshit. Or maybe that’s just the tradespersons chip on his shoulder viewpoint. As I’m writing this, my dog is sitting next to me, he, unfortunately, has just had his knackers off. We were assured he would need 2 weeks recovery, housebound and monitored for depression and in case he goes walk-about trying to find the ball...s. but he has awoken as chipper as ever, hating his cone, which really concerns me as he may not be from my seed, because I indeed, love a cone. I would love one now, but responsibilities restrict me from the daily want to get drunk and high. I guess that’s why I love old writers, Jim Harrison, Anthony Bourdain and William Burroughs, it’s their lack of a need to drive. The only thing that stops me from drinking and drugging every day is the need to drive to work, so I don’t go bankrupt. Writing it out like that, I appear to be a very sensible and restrained man, as I hope that others, such as the ones I idolise, are like me and what to be tipsy every day. Although in my current asthma and chest infection, a joint or a cigarette may just put me away to an early grape, I apologise, I was thinking about vapes. We are living in the future, we smoke through computers, we listen to music from headphones with no chords and we surf in ponds that create perfect waves. If it wasn’t for inflation, capitalistic demands and an unhealthy relationship with technology and social media, we would be living it up boys, LIVING IT UP. My daily journal used to be a nice creative way to write without the need of the intensity of working on my book. So, I think I’m going to start a blog, 2006 here we come, it’s a great way to exercise my bad grammar and I may take selfie of my asshole every day. If you follow, then follow. 

#Tommiesblog #Tommiesdiary #blog #blogdiary

[melbournenewsvine]

Stable Diffusion VR is a startling vision of the future of gaming

A while ago I spotted someone working on real time AI image generation in VR and I had to bring it to your attention because frankly, I cannot express how majestic it is to watch AI-modulated AR shifting the world before us into glorious, emergent dreamscapes.  Applying AI to augmented or virtual reality isn’t a novel concept, but there have been certain limitations in applying it—computing power being one of the major barriers to its practical usage. Stable Diffusion image generation software, however, is a boiled-down algorithm for use on consumer-level hardware and has been released on a Creative ML OpenRAIL-M licence. That means not only can developers use the tech to create and launch programs without renting huge amounts of server silicon, but they’re also free to profit from their creations. I was awoken in the middle of the night to conceptualize this project Scotty Fox – Stable Diffusion VR dev ScottieFoxTTV (opens in new tab) is one creator who’s been showing off their work with the algorithm in VR on twitter. “I was awoken in the middle of the night to conceptualize this project,” he says. As a creator myself, I understand that the Muses enjoy striking at ungodly hours. What they brought to him was an amalgamation of Stable Diffusion VR and TouchDesigner (opens in new tab) app-building engine, the results of which he refers to as “Real-time immersive latent space.” That might sound like some hippie nonsense to some, but latent space is a concept fascinating the world right about now.  At a base level, it’s a phrase that in this context describes the swelling potential that artificial intelligence brings to augmented reality as it pulls ideas together from the vastness of the unknown. While it’s an interesting concept, it’s one for a feature at a later date. Right now I’m interested in how Stable Diffusion VR manages to work so well in real time without turning any consumer GPU (even the recent RTX 4090 (opens in new tab)) into a smouldering puddle. Stable Diffusion VR Real-time immersive latent space. Small clips are sent from the engine to be diffused. Once ready, they’re queued back into the projection.Tools used:https://t.co/UrbdGfvdRd https://t.co/DnWVFZdppT#aiart #vr #stablediffusionart #touchdesigner #deforum pic.twitter.com/x3QwQDkapTOctober 11, 2022 See more (Image credit: ScottieFoxTTV) “Diffusing small pieces into the environment saves on resources,” Scotty explains. “Small clips are sent from the engine to be diffused. Once ready, they’re queued back into the projection.” The blue boxes in the images here show the parts of the image being worked on by the algorithm at any one time. It’s a much more efficient way to have it working in real time. Anyone who’s used an online image generation tool will understand that a single image can take up to a minute to create, but even if it does take a little while to work on each individual section, the results still feel like they’re happening immediately as you’re not focusing waiting for a single image to finish diffusing. And although not at the level of photorealism as they may one day be, the videos Scotty’s been posting are utterly breathtaking. Flying fish in the living room, ever-shifting interior design ideas, lush forests and nightscapes evolving before your eyes. With AI able to make projections onto our physical world in real time, there is so much potential for use in the gaming space. Midjourney CEO David Holz describes the potential for games to one day be “dreams” (opens in new tab) and it certainly feels like we’re moving hastily in that direction. Though, the important next step is navigating the minefield that is the copyright and data protection issues (opens in new tab) arising around the datasets that algorithms like Stable Diffusion trained on.  Source link Originally published at Melbourne News Vine

#Melbourne News Vine

[thespaceenby]

I throw my sword to the side, the metal clanging hard on the cobblestone beneath. I hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears, I took the final blow, I won, father will be proud. Yet all I see is him lying there.

“Drax!” I blink

“Drax!” 

“Drax!!”

I am awoken by Hans standing in the doorway.

“Well are you ready for wedding planning, our mothers have the whole day planned and I cannot sleep.” he smiled that crooked smile of his.

I sit up and look around the room it's not even daybreak and he is fully dressed and sipping tea.

“Hans, my beloved, we still have hours until those plans start.” I grumble, shaking the dream from my head.

“I know I'm just so excited, I've already picked out your outfit, won't you try it on?”

I nod my head and stand up grinning. Of course, I can’t say no to him.

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Finally fitted in a sun yellow silk shirt and matching pants, I look up in the mirror at myself, I like it. Certainly not something I'd pick myself but it was my kingdom's colours and contrasted nicely with the pale blue of Han's attire.

"Your Highness?" 

I turn to meet a courier handing me an envelope. "Thank you." I mutter carefully walking over to my desk.

"Must you always work, Drax." Hans whines as he crosses the room. "We have days till our wedding and so much to plan and here you are working."

He pushes his lips out into a pout.

"Hans, dear, just because we are planning a wedding doesn't mean we put aside our duties, and we haven't days, we have weeks left."  I give him a peck on the cheek.

"21 days."

"Three weeks dear."

He laughs and sits on the desk. "Fine fine what does it say?" 

"To the Kingdom of Aeratone, I am done discussing trade with you, I've stated my demands more than one and i will not grovel before you any longer, what ever deal you had with my father is now null and void, he is no longer ruler, he is no longer here, you will answer to me soon enough.

-Vox Serven"

Hans takes the parchment from my hands. "Vox Serven? We do not know that name?" He looks up at me after scanning the letter. "Do we?"

Shaking my head I lean back in my chair. "I have not heard the house name Serven before, what deal are they referring to? What trade was being discussed?"

Hans frowns and glances out the window. "Something is up and I'll be damned to Ravenrot if I let this interfere with our big day."

I chuckle softly and take his hand. "Let us not bring this up just yet, I fear there's a fox among hens, when you return to your keep see if the name Serven comes up."

"Drax, you better keep me posted, I am ruler of this realm, and I need to protect my people as well." Hans stands up and begins to walk away.

Grabbing his wrist I take the letter from him, pull him to me and kiss him before leaning my head against his. "Our kingdoms rule as one even before the ceremony, your people are my people, our union will rival those told in fairytales." 

"It better."

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End of the first part. If yall like it I'll write more and longer parts.

#fantasy #my ocs #lgbtq #writing #creative writing

[28061212a]

I respect and empathize with your suicidal wish, and I don't mean to belittle your issues, but from that description, it seems as though you are slightly better off than me. My problem is much more..."primal" than yours. My condition is quite simple: I cannot talk to people. Or rather, I can, but not without corrupting my identity and becoming someone I hate. I collapse in any social environment; I forget how to speak properly, performing simple actions such as opening my mouth requires deep concentration, and, when I do manage to bring myself to speak, what comes out of my mouth is a disjointed speech that is never what I would like to say. I've tried all I could to understand why and how this absurd transformation happens, but I failed to reach an explanation(the shrink didn't even grasp my description of the problem). I've been like this for quite a long time.

Anyway, this year some new classmates joined our class in school. I didn't believe in love, let alone at first sight, but it actually happened in my first day of school in March. Really, the one worst thing that could happen to someone with my condition; falling in love with a girl. To make a long story short: against all odds, I managed to build a solid friendship with the girl, and, in retrospect, I see that we had great chances of launching a full-fledged love relationship. We have quite a lot in common. But, as time went on, I became increasingly weaker in the face of my condition, my social interaction with her got progressively poorer and, as a result, I successfully scared her off for good. You'd think this would be unbearably painful, but what happened is that I grew emotionally numb. It's like when you break your spine: you don't feel pain, you simply stop feeling your body altogether. These days, I must admit I seldom think of this girl. That is, of course, except for the fact that I'm awoken everyday by the memory of her, hitting me like a hammer on the head, and this makes me wake up sad.

The reason why I think you're better off than me is that, from what I gather, you managed to build a relationship with your girl, no matter how aberrant that relationship may seem to you. Something like that is completely out of reach for someone like me. So, obviously, I couldn't possibly give you advice on your situation, as it's something I've never experienced myself. (I will die a virgin.)

As for your last question, my reasons for wanting suicide are: losing my best friend to my own demons, growing numb to everything around me, and not particularly interested in what lays beyond my (unlikely) cure. So, I guess it can be summarised as a simple wish to be dead.

Whew, this went on. Sorry for ranting, but, as you may've assumed, I don't normally have the chance to spill the beans like this with someone. And, anyway, this IS my blog, so I suppose I'm entitled.

[books-and-catears]

HERE WE GO AGAIN GHOST MCS JAJAJAJA

One of which- mc is tied to a small tombstone and can only be awoken by a certain song (ITS THE TEN RABBITS WHICH IS A DARK NURSERY RHYME BUT ITS SO GOOD AADBDKAGAJAAAAAAA HU TAO SINGS IT IT SOUNDS SO NICE AND GHOSTY), after you wake them up they just stay around you and sometimes cause chaos since they get protective, like per say someone was being mean, they would then take their most precious item, destroy their things, etc, protective ghost......

The other is basically, ghost mc is a very shy ghost unless there's music playing (like time adventure) they start to dance around and have a great time- they're the one who takes care of said garden, immediately flees upon the sight of others — imagine if other demons destroyed the garden and they're just,, lightly sobbing because all of their hard work is destroyed

We have feral and shy ghost mcs woowooo

I apologise profusely, now I shall mail myself to mars

With the amount of Ghost MCs I'm writing about I should officially start a whole ass Ghost MC page XD. Right so I shall have to write this in two parts.

I love these asks so much. Kindly donot mail yourself to Mars, I donot like losing my friends on random planets and if I have to drag you back I will lecture you all the way home, Satan+Lucifer style.

Shy Garden Ghost! MC

(This gives me such cottagecore vibes I frigging love it)

Lucifer

Is obviously annoyed when he can never find MC in their room. Where do they keep running off to?

Eventually finds out its the garden. Fine then if they like it so much, all the gardening chores are theirs.

MC is delighted at the offer. Spends their time pruning and watering and nurturing plants.

Doesn't talk to anyone much, just smile at everyone and go about their day. However they couldn't resist music.

Lucifer learnt that when he played one of his records and looked out the window. MC was dancing about happily, their laughter ringing through the wind.

Their feet never touched the grass once they started dancing, always floating a good few inches above ground. It only added to their grace.

He knows how shy they were so he just stands there sipping tea, watching them dance from behind his curtains. It's the favorite part of his day.

Mammon

MC is a WHAT? A GHOST? And they live in the garden?!

At first he's strangely scared even before seeing MC. But after he's told he has to take care of MC, he ventures into the garden. MC was smiling to themself, pruning some tall trees. It was strangely calming.

Great now the Garden is where he hides from Lucifer.

He gets to attached MC and also asks for more gardening chores. MC cannot possibly cut all the grass by themself!

He sees how MC loves planting flowers and herbs and takes care of them.

He often buys new seeds of fruits and flowers he thinks MC might like.

One day he comes home to find MC crying in the middle of a completely destroyed garden. A heavy storm ruined all their hard work.

Mammon just wordlessly gets to work, trying to fix everything by himself. He doesn't like seeing MC like this.

Leviathan

MC loves gardening that much? Great! They are now his partner in all the foraging games.

Levi is often impressed by how MC guesses exactly which components to combine to create the strongest items.

Both of them being shy, often blush in silence sitting next to each other. Sometimes their hands intertwine and noone says a thing. MC's were always deathly cold, but Levi loved that.

MC is the only thing that can make Levi go out of his room for fresh air. He was hesitant at first, but now he loves visiting the garden.

Sometimes he takes note of what plants MC uses in real life.

It's quiet and it's just MC doing their thing, smiling at him often. He secretly takes so many pictures.

In appreciation, he made a virtual garden identical to the one they made.

Satan

Satan is instantly impressed by MC's skills and knowledge about gardening. He is a lover of nature too after all. Especially flowers.

MC used to scutter away when first approached them in the garden. He chuckled to himself, thinking their shyness is adorable.

But he used to come to the garden so often, MC finally got used to it. Satan would sit in the grass asking or telling MC about the flowers or shrubs they'd just planted.

Sometimes they would sneak out in the middle of breaks, taking a walk and checking on the plants.

One day as they walked in hand-in-hand, MC screamed and fell down in horror. Someone had uprooted all the freshly planted plants spitefully.

Satan was gone for the whole day. He returned at night, with blood spatters on his clothes and a strange duffel bag.

He went straight to the garden to fix everything with you. He'd said that demon remains had potential to be a good fertilizer.

Asmodeus

A soft ghost MC with a flowercore aesthetic? Asmo was instantly intrigued.

But MC is so shy they hide the moment Asmo steps foot in the garden. Asmo catches them peering up at him, hiding in the middle of a bunch of flowers.

My, my, was his beauty that intimidating to you? Don't worry MC, you're just a gorgeous as he is. There is an odd charm about your slightly transculent skin.

One day he found their secret. The fact that they cannot help but dance if they hear music.

So he goes walking in the garden, singing in his gorgeous voice. How can anyone resist that voice?

MC emerges from the shadow of the trees and dances to the sound of his voice. Floating higher and higher with a smile on their face.

Asmo watches them in awe, bringing out his wings. He joins them in the sky. MC is startled at first but takes the hand that he offers. MC is too enamored by his voice.

Asmo feels like he's in a movie and loves that feeling. Just two beautiful beings dancing in the dead of the night.

Beelzebub

Beel noticed an abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables after MC showed up. He is even more thankful, when he sees MC sets aside a lot of extras for him.

He notices how MC works super hard in the garden to grow the vegetables. Especially the heavy lifting.

He doesn't waste a single second - all the heavy handed jobs are his now. He doesn't care that MC is strong enough he's here to help.

MC got over their shyness quicker around him because that's how much a calming presence he was. He helped soften the soil and also helped pluck out the bigger vegetables when it was all good.

Although he did end up eating a lot of them, MC laughed and patted his head. After all his hard work he deserved that much atleast.

One day he MC and him discovered the garden had been destroyed. Someone left behind a note "Disappear like you're supposed to, you stupid ghost".

Beel was already hugging MC and bringing them back inside when MC started crying. Later that night he said he was too full to eat. A whole demon takes time to digest.

Belphegor

Belphie's a little brat. Seeing how shy MC was - he was set to embarrass them even more.

He'd take his pillow in the garden and fall asleep exactly near the plants that MC was currently working on.

MC would squeal and skitter away at first but then got used to his presence. After all all he does is sleep.

Once as a prank, MC built a little flower crown and placed it on Belphie's sleepy head. Belphie woke up to his brothers taking pictures of him and laughing about how cute he looked.

Oh now he had more plans to annoy MC. He'd brought his DDD along and played music, hiding in some tall shrubs. And while MC danced happily, a skip and hop in their step.

He was going to send it in the group to his brothers but he was so enamored by the dancing he kept staring till he fell asleep watching it. Like a good dream.

He woke up to MC snuggled into him. They were no longer shy. Belphie put his arms around them and went back to sleep.

#obey me headcanons #obey me headcannons #obey me imagine #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me fluff #obey me game #obey me ghost! mc #obey me angst #obey me funny #obey me x reader #obey me brothers

[entryno17]

so a popular troupe ive notice that in situations were chara is alive post-game is that sans mistrusts them or downright hates them. people believe he knows about the plan from the tapes and suspects they might be the anomaly. as a huge sans fan, do you see any canon proof that could support this? or is this just popular fanon?

oh this has absolutely NO basis in canon. i actually haven't seen this anywhere in the fandom myself and i'm glad i haven't because that is just a... horrible misrepresentation of, like, everything.

this question is kind of a complicated one to fully answer (or debunk rather) because there's a lot of context missing; the circumstances of why chara is alive in that setting would matter a LOT, and if they're alive i guarantee there would be a ton of flowey-related stuff to unravel alongside everything else. regardless, i cannot see a single situation where sans would distrust/hate chara aside from some HUGE canon divergences in other areas. basically i'll try to answer this as vaguely as possible!

post-game sans would have literally NO reason to assume that chara is the anomaly. even if he saw the tapes (and that's a big 'if'), by the end of the pacifist route he's pretty aware that frisk is the anomaly (at least the current one, remember that sans has no idea about flowey) and i mean... he loves that kid. yes, he's obviously spiteful towards frisk's actions in no mercy/some neutral routes, but i think people are forgetting that, y'know... it's because they hurt people. post-pacifist, sans has very little reason to distrust frisk, and i doubt he'd want to distrust them at all honestly—sans would try not to concern himself with all that; i think he'd just want to enjoy his life on the surface with his friends. and if he trusts frisk, who he KNOWS to be the anomaly, why would he distrust chara??

aside from it being an unreasonable assumption for sans to make in this context, i'm preetttyy sure it couldn't even be true in the first place (correct me if i'm wrong). at the end of no mercy chara explicitly states that what awoken them from death wasn't their own soul or determination, but frisk's—assuming this is what brings them back to life in these canon divergences, they wouldn't have any determination powers to themselves anyway. so it's all very silly that sans would assume anything like this, and even more silly that he'd hate chara over this assumption.

if ANYTHING, it'd probably be chara who dislikes sans LOL. i can see them being rather frustrated with his laziness and overall lack of conviction, but even then they probably wouldn't hate sans... considering how much he makes toriel happy, i don't think they could. same with sans, he couldn't hate chara because they're toriel's child. i think a lot of people forget what chara and sans have in common, too—that being their love of godawful puns. seriously sans could NOT hate this kid, ever

#SURVEY PROGRAM #i haven't seen this personally but i don't doubt at ALL that people do it lmao #people seem to be very good at completely misinterpreting both sans and chara in beliefs and actions #sans can be a very bitter person but like... c'mon guys. #p.s. sorry for not answering asks as much!! #there's a lot i want to get around to... this one just happened to catch my eye at the moment lol