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#She literally made him feel safe after his nightmare and she has no idea
some-pers0n · 7 months
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Fatal Flaw
Fandom: WoF
Characters: Clearsight, Darkstalker
CW: Clearstalker-typical behavior (manipulation, fighting, the works)
Summary: Clearsight confronts Darkstalker after discovering that he cursed her earring.
Word Count: 3.4K
A/N: So I was possessed to write this nightmare of a relationship. I forgot how blatantly and obviously evil Darkstalker was presented in the Legends. The scene where this oneshot's based on has him give a half-assed reason for enchanting Clearsight's earrings and quite literally (no exaggeration here) basically going: "Well then, buh-bye! I am going to kill the queen!"
Anywho, enjoy!
Clearsight swooped down, landing onto the library. She paced around the area, trying to relieve some stress before the inevitable were to happen. All of the futures near her came crashing together, forming a clear idea of what was to happen.
She and Darkstalker were going to have a little argument.
She hadn't remembered the last time they argued. Minor disagreements? Sure, yes, of course. Every couple has those. But, an argument? That was something entirely different. Yet, she didn't think of it as frightening. She knew what Darkstalker could do. She couldn't care less though. What he had done- what he plans on doing to this kingdom... Well, to simply stand by and let it happen would be the worst mistake possible.
This was necessary, both for them and their relationship and for the rest of the kingdom.
Darkstalker landed beside her, dust kicking up from his wings. "The library rooftop?" He glanced around the area. It was a peaceful and quiet area. A small garden surrounded them, benches dotted every now and then. Marble spires stood in the corners. Combined with the setting sun and the beautiful hues of twilight, it was a gorgeous place.
"My, what a romantic little spot you've dragged me to," he said, his eyes eventually landing on a white rose. He plucked the head of it, handing it over to her. "But, it all pales in comparison to you."
Clearsight grumbled in response. "You know why we're here."
"What? Was that too cheesy of a compliment, even for your standards?" He chuckled. "I see." He crumpled the rose, throwing the remains back into the bushes. "Simply putting off the main event. Trying to lighten the mood before you begin it all."
Clearsight sighed. "Not too great how you put it like that. I'm not some big bad evil dragon for not wanting my closest friend to trick me."
"Friend? Is that what I've been relegated to?"
"I-" she took a small breath. "-I didn't mean it like that. I still...love you, just I don't feel particularly safe when you go behind my back and do things." She fidgeted with her ear. "I loved that earring, you know? It went well with my eyes, yes, but when I heard you made it yourself I... I thought it was even better. You told me you didn't enchant it into being."
"I didn't. I did make it, that part is true."
"Then what about enchanting it to make me unable to see any futures where you're king of the NightWings? Ones where you're some self-proclaimed emperor over the entire continent?"
He merely looked at her straight in the eyes and said, "that was a little bonus. Come now, don't act like you weren't a lot happier once they stopped happening."
"I didn't even remember them happening before!"
"Another little bonus. Makes you forget that they were even there in the first place. For all you knew, I was perfect. We'd be together for the rest of our short, insignificant lives, raising dragonets and being happy in each other's company. Not to say those futures aren't pleasant in their own right, but I'd rather have my life here be one of more...magnitude. To do something. To be a hero in the eyes of many, as opposed to hiding away like a coward and afraid of my own magic."
"That's what you think of Fathom all along, isn't it?" she asked.
"Fathom? Him? I suppose it is, yes. Though, he'll come out of his shell eventually. A shame he hasn't used his potential to its fullest. That old murderer did a number on his psyche, didn't it?" His face shifted into a crooked smile.
"He's your friend," she hissed.
"I know he is. I want to help him. It's what I've been focusing on more as of late. I don't see what is the issue."
"The issue is that you seem a lot more confident in using your magic."
"Shouldn't I be?" he asked, approaching her. "Clearsight, love of my life, I've never been scared of my magic. I've been liberal with my usage, yes, but never scared. My powers are a gift, one that I must use to bring peace to the two tribes."
"You want to kill them."
Darkstalker paused. "And what makes you say that?" Looking at him was as though staring into pure evil. Yet, he looked no different than the dragonet she had met all those years back. This dragon she cared about, shared laughs and memories with, spent so much time with, was he really like this?
She tapped her claws on the wooden floor. "I can see all these futures where the Ice Kingdom is reduced to ash and dust. Ones where you've repurposed it into more land for the NightWings. Ones where you force all the IceWings to submit and bow to you. I can see ones where I'm standing next to you, watching as the gorgeous palace burns." She sighed. "And we're smiling. You're smiling. Me? I can...feel it. In all of those futures, it's the same. I can feel how my face is forced into that position. I'm not happy. I want to scream at you. I want to claw your throat out. I want to stop this chaos. I hate you. Yet, I stand there, useless and incapable of doing anything. In those futures, you've done something to me to make me...nothing like me."
Darkstalker straightened his neck. "You're stressed over that? The chance that I control you further than you'd like?"
"It's not just that. I mean, yes of course I'd rather remain myself and sufficiently not enchanted beyond recognition just so you still have somebody by your side in your conquest, but it's more." She blinked, feeling her eyes welling up. "I don't want you to do any of these things. You know I don't. You're probably prying around in my mind right now, aren't you? You're seeing all of the futures and plotting what next to say so you're so frustratingly distant." She flexed her claws. "Why can't you just be yourself? Why can't it be like the old days?"
He laughed. "I don't think I could go back to those 'old days' if I'd like. I don't know how else to tell you, but I've always been like this. It's almost adorable, how you constantly try to go back through those old memories. You keep trying to cling to the idea that I was once a better dragon. Some innocent and hapless fool. Perhaps I was once that. But, that was your rose-coloured view of me. I assure you, my sweet, that I was no different back then." He grinned.
A lump formed in her throat. She wanted to speak, say anything. It didn't matter what. A half-baked insult. Pleading that he was lying. Desperate attempts to reason with him and talk him out of it all. Something as pathetic and sad as a quiet, strained sob. Yet, nothing. She was frozen.
"I can tell it's a lot to take in." He drew closer to her. "I would be shocked too if I were in your position. The love of my life? Somebody who I've trusted for so long? How could you be so cruel? Well, I personally don't see it as that. Perhaps you're giving these IceWings too much credence."
"Why shouldn't I?" Clearsight spat out.
"Why? Because they don't deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. You know this too, don't know? IceWings are vile, horrible dragons. Look at them. Look at their circles. Standing high and mighty with such pride and arrogance as to believe they are a superior tribe. They are pathetic. They hide behind their lavish walls and watch the rest of the continent, laughing amongst themselves for other tribes not being as civilized as them. Hypocrites. They spit and laugh at those lower to them. Put the weak, ill, elderly, those deemed 'useless' at the outskirts of their kingdom, far from where they can hear their pleas for help."
Darkstalker's eyes narrowed harshly. "They hate. That's the only thing they know how to do. They hate their own brothers and sisters for not being as nauseously strong. Imagine: you are doomed to live in horrible conditions and deemed utterly useless by your society for simply being hatched with an illness, not being physically able to hunt, or for having the smallest shred of decency and kindness in your soul. For simply not being 'good enough', you are sentenced to a village where, if there ever were to be an attack, your house would go up in flames and no guards would be to save you. If anything, those in the higher circles will laugh as they drink their wine and eat their lavish meals, giggling about how it was about time."
He looked back at her. "Do you think those dragons deserve sympathy? Mercy? They are disgusting. Revolting on all levels. They are built on hate and oppressive rules that only hurt. They want nothing more than the destruction of the rest of the tribes. To be the only ones. They are vicious, horrible dragons who don't deserve even an ounce of kindness. They only destroy, pillage, and hate. They would be better off gone. No more could they hurt. No longer will they be able to curse this continent with their presence. It would be a blessing if I were to just snap my talons right now and force them all to tear their own hearts out, wouldn't you agree, my darling Clearsight?"
Clearsight had to hold back from gagging. To hear him speak with such vitriol and malice... She knew he wasn't fond of them. But, to this extent? To kill them all? Vile. Simply evil.
"Evil?" he echoed, "seems a bit much."
"So you ARE reading my mind!" she snapped.
"Of course. It's a bit hard to. I love hearing your thoughts. They're oftentimes eloquent and beautiful. A lot more refined and pleasing than any other dragon I've met." He raised his talons, stroking her snout. "You're a perfect dragon. You deserve better than to be so...fragile."
"Is that what you think of me? Fragile?" She backed away.
"Well, it isn't-"
"No, you think of yourself as better than me, don't know? More powerful. You have the ability to do whatever you want, and it- it's all gone to your head! Look out at the plaza. Look at all of these NightWings. What do you see them as."
Darkstalker glanced at the busy streets. "I see them as...weak beings."
"So you admit it."
"Of course! I would never lie to you."
"You lied about the earring."
"You never asked or questioned if it was enchanted, only if it I willed it into being," he answered, a smug, pompous feeling etched into his words.
"I shouldn't have to ask if it's enchanted! I should just be able to trust you and not have to sit there, wondering if every second is my last one spent free. Perhaps I'm enchanted right now. The moons only know if you've subtly messed with me. Every thought of mine could be influenced by your magic. I wouldn't even know if what I'm saying is what the real me would do-"
Darkstalker cut her off with his low, rumbly laugh. "Your paranoia is so funny to see. My sweet, if I didn't value you so much, I would've silenced you and made you forget about everything. Put back on the earring, this time with a couple more adjustments so you never find out. Or perhaps make it a permanent spell on you. Make you quiet and agreeable." He tisked. "But, that's not you, is it? That's not the dragon who I love so dearly."
"So you value me and not enchanting me, but not the others? You would do this to anybody else?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I? I'm only held back because I have a connection with you. A bond so deep it defies the universe. I love you, Clearsight."
"You...you want to kill the IceWings," she muttered.
"A necessary action to take to ensure the safety and prosperity of not only our kingdom, but the entire tribe. Look at me and tell me that the IceWings offer anything of value to the other tribes. Anything. Their culture isn't anything to gawk at. It's dystopian and shameful. It's oppressive and they value certain dragons more than others over superficial and idiotic reasons, leaving others behind to feed off of the scraps."
"Isn't that what you are like as well?" she asked.
A pause. The atmosphere grew tense and stiff. It was harder to breathe, her lungs almost rejecting what little air could worm its way into her. Darkstalker's eyes were still, the silvery pupils glistening in the evening light.
"Clearsight!" he responded, his manner playful and humorous. It didn't hide the brewing frustration in him. "You honestly believe I am like that? To be even so much as comparable to them? That's rich!" He laughed.
"I'm not joking. Th- this isn't a joke! These are dragons, Darkstalker. Dragons with real lives you're talking about. Hopes, dreams, goals, aspirations, all that. They are as alive as you are."
He snorted. "Again, bold to assume they would even have those. Their lives are nothing but to serve the kingdom. They are miserable inside of it and out. Look no further than my father. A parasite on the life of my mother. He tricked her, making her believe that there was something more to him. That he wasn't like the rest. That he was as soulful as she was. Then, he trapped her in a loveless, horrible marriage. Not a day passed without them at each other's throats. Depressed and alone without anybody else except her two dragonets. That was until she finally had enough and..." he sighed. "She didn't deserve her fate. She didn't deserve such a grisly demise."
"So you're simply using your father as a reference? A guideline for how the tribe works?"
"It's only natural for the royalty of such a tribe to be practically the epitome of such a toxic and horrible environment. It's in his nature to act in such a way. To suck the life out of anything and everyone. He ruined Foeslayer. He ruined Whiteout. He ruined me. For that, I've seen enough. I know how terrible these dragons are."
"So you're completely fine with killing them all?"
"Yes."
Clearsight refrained from her knee-jerk reaction to scream and yell "What's WRONG with you?!" and rather took a small breath. "And what makes you believe you're any better than them? With all of your talk about being vastly greater than them? With believing you're higher and better than any other dragon? With thinking that everything would be better if the other tribe was dead?"
"Clearsight, that's a bit of a reach-"
"Is it? Is it!? From what you've been going on about, you've done nothing to say something even remotely moral. You've only tried to justify your actions. It's never your fault for anything, is it? You enchanting my earring, that was to make me happy, wasn't it? You never consulted me before. You simply altered me in a way I couldn't even tell as a 'surprise gift'. Was it really to make me happy? Or was it to make me shut up and blindly follow you?"
"Clearsight, that's quite enough-"
"I'm not done yet. The way you talk about other dragons is abhorrent at best and downright despicable and evil on the regular. Not just the IceWings, but anybody else. I'll spend an afternoon with Listener and then the minute I get back you'll go on and complain about her. I remember you once 'joking' about how you wished you could enchant her to lose her voice. I don't think that was so much of a joke as is what you genuinely wanted. You want power. You want to be this...figure that everyone loves. Aren't I and Fathom enough? Moons above we care about you."
"Clearsight, that's enough."
"You say you love me, but I can't honestly believe in that. I don't believe in my own feelings for you either. What part of me is real and genuinely cares about you, and what part is fabricated from your enchantments? I can't tell. Perhaps all of it. It's...sad watching you become this dragon. I know you're not like this. You're better. You're not some evil dragon. But, you're determined to see this through, aren't you? This plot to kill Queen Vigilance and claim her throne, as if you'll do any better of a job than her. She's got sheep for brains, but you're a monster-"
"Enough out of you!" Darkstalker snarled. He raised his talons, clamping them together. With that, Clearsight's mouth closed. She couldn't speak. Her breathing quickened as she tried to breathe. Whole whole body seized up. She couldn't move a muscle.
"I've been merciful for a while, letting you vent out your frustrations. Believe me, my dear, I understand why you would be so angry. It's only natural you'd react in such a way. However, you haven't grown to realize that this all is for, well, you. Me getting rid of the IceWings and making way for a sweet, peaceful existence? It's all for you to be happy. My parents weren't happy. I don't want us to be like them. Ever. We deserve a happier life, one full of love and joy."
He paced around her. "I do it all because I love you. None of it is selfish, I assure you. I promise you with all of my heart and soul that it's for you. Every enchantment. Every spell and utterance. It's all for you. Yes, even now with me keeping you still. I need a moment to talk. For you to understand without objecting or claiming falsehoods."
He came to her snout, grabbing her by the chin. He tilted her head up, letting her stare right into his cold, black eyes. "I love you, Clearsight. Though you may be scared, you may find me strange and unsettling, I know you do too. You may hate me in this moment. You may find me disgusting and horrible. But, we both know one thing is certain. You love me. It's the truth. You do love me. Even when you crawl into your bed tonight, hateful and wishing you could've said anything else to win this 'argument', you will love me. Even when I kill Vigilance, you will love me. Even when I send waves of plagues and famine upon the IceWings, slaughtering village after village in order to maintain peace and fulfill my destiny, you will love me. It's our fatal flaw. We love each other more than anything else."
He looked at her with a longing, sweet expression. "I love you, Clearsight. I love you."
With that, he opened his talons. Clearsight dropped to the ground, grasping at the floor. She gasped for air, clawing away from him.
"Would you like me to help you up?" He held out his talons.
"GET AWAY!" Clearsight screamed. She swiped at his claws with anger, sadness, and above all: fear. What would've otherwise been a blow so powerful and heavy it could've sliced at least a couple claws off glazed along his scales. Not a single scratch.
She flailed away from him, opening her wings and taking off into the skies. She flew away from the library, her legs sprinting through the air as if it would make her go faster. She needed to get away from him. She didn't even notice the tears pouring from her eyes until they were rushing against the wind, drying as quickly as they formed.
She felt hopeless. There was nothing she could do against him. Any sort of plea or reasoning would only make him more annoyed and upset. It could endanger more lives. He was already dead set on killing Queen Vigilance. It was only a matter of time he did it. She was useless.
But, above all, she felt betrayed. That wasn't the dragon she fell in love with. That couldn't be him. The one who she stuck by whenever things got rough. The one who cared about her and told her that she was the most lovely thing in the world. The one who promised her a loving, and sweet future where they'd both be happy and love each other.
That was the dragon she loved, not this...thing.
...was he even that different though? He was right. The more she thought about it, the more of these repressed memories bubbled up. Moments where Darkstalker would say or do something that would otherwise be harmful and horrible. He'd joke about the NightWings all bowing to him one day. He'd bring up hypothetical about him 'going mad' and what Fathom and her would do about it.
A sick, disgusting pit formed in her stomach as the realization dawned on her. She...really did love this dragon; and no matter what he'd do or what she'd say, there was nothing that could change that. This was the future Darkstalker that she wanted all of those years ago. This was her soulmate. This was the dragon who she loved.
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bonny-kookoo · 1 year
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I DON’T WANT PEACE👹
I CRAVE HEART CRUSHING ANGST!👹
Everyone: blame this person right here, not me.
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"Alright yeah, you're pissed and I get that-" yoongi says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But could you not yell like a maniac? You're scaring her." He sternly says, having noticed you trembling on the couch next to him. You've never met his bandmates, you've got essentially no idea who this stranger is in your home- so you're naturally terrified.
Especially considering where you came from. Before Yoongi came along, shouting had ways been the intro to every nightmare you'd experience.
"I don't care! I'm fed up with this!" Namjoon yells, visibly snapping. "What's next? Jimin has a wife and kids? Taehyung runs a brothel? Who knows because I for sure as hell don't!" He barks, waving his arms around. You visibly flinch at that, and Yoongi gets up along with his bandleader.
"I think you should leave." He says, and Namjoon steps closer- way too close for comfort.
"Maybe you should leave, if you get my hint." He grits out between his teeth, and it stuns the producer a little bit.
"I should leave? Oh really now?" He asks, unsure if the man across him is being serious.
"Maybe?! Is this all even worth it anymore if we dontbtell each other shit no more?" Namjoon argues, and Yoongi is ready to respond-
Before he hears the front door slam closed behind him. He doesn't need to look around much to realize what must've happened, as you're nowhere to be seen, and he knows from experience that as a fox no matter what subspecies, your instinct is to hide whenever you feel unsafe.
"Great. Awesome, really!" Yoongi barks, instantly moving to get his coat and shoes on. "Thank you!" He shakes his head angrily.
"If she runs off like that you've clearly not trained her well enough!" Namjoon tries to argue, and Yoongi turns around with a scandalized expression.
"You dont- namjoon, I respect you, but what the fuck? You don't train them, they're not pets for fuck's sake!" He exclaims, completely upset at the situation. "I can't waste time arguing with you right now. Fuck off, and don't you dare try and contact authorities about this!" He threatens as he pushes his friend out the door with him.
"Why? You've got dirt on your shoes with her? Great, a criminal record now!" The bandleader yells after him.
"Fuck you." Yoongi darkly responds, voice deep and controlled, and its now that Namjoon starts to get a little worried of his personal safety because he knows that once his friend goes calm, it's really the end of his patience wearing thin. "She's an abuse victim, got PTSD, and I promised she'llbe safe with me, I literally signed a fucking document that stated that if I fail to take care of her, she'll be back at the treatment center, locked up like she's some sort of monster." He explains.
He remembers all the strings he had to pull, how many friendships he had to play to somehow get things approved. He'd just donated to the place, nothing else- but somehow, seeing, meeting you there, had made him just decide that he could be your safe space. If no one wanted to try, so be it. He would try, as many times as he needed- and it worked. You improved, you healed, you're able to live a normal life now despite your ups and downs. "I gave her a normal life, I am her only chance at living outside of that place, and if you just ruined that for her, for ME-" he says, clenching his jaw, thinking of his next words before he decides against voicing them. "-do what you think is right. It's what you always do, after all." He finishes, before running off, phone in hand to track the Tag he's put onto your collar.
Praying that he finds you before anyone else does, or before anything can happen to you.
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hhighkey · 1 year
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Gojo Satoru Headcanons
DATING WOULD INCLUDE
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i feel like you didn’t even want to date him - not that you weren’t already head over heels
you’re not willing to admit how you feel at first, to yourself and definitely not his students who keep harassing you
you know who gojo is duh everyone does
as in you know how he behaves
so you know getting involved with him is a terrible idea
i mean he drives you crazy on a daily basis too
but gojo won’t leave you alone - he’s persistant
he flirts like a maniac and that concerns you in itself you’re a jealous type what can i say
you should have known better than to promise yuji you’d time his run for the day and then grab food
but as faculty you couldn’t just say no
it was a partial set up
the run wasn’t a lie but lunch was - as you were shoved into a room where gojo sat
“why are you avoiding me?”
“do you know how hard of a person you are to avoid?”
argument ensues
both of you like to get your word in so when you accidentally spit out your feeling for him… oh boy
gojo has a massive grin
he may be the strongest sorcerer alive but he’s not fast enough to catch you as you run out the door
the next week is him just trying to get you to pay attention to him
you’re frustrated
you end up crying to maki about it after she tells you how bad an idea dating him is, “i know!”
she is biased though
you end up deciding to hear him out because your heart has been hurting
because before there were feelings there, as much as he pissed you off you considered him a friend. he made you laugh. stayed up with you when you couldn’t sleep due to nightmares rubbing your back. brought you gifts from his jobs when he had to travel. you could talk to him for hours and just push aside his dumbass behavior
you realize just how much has always been between you two and it pains you
so there you are, him on your couch across from you. he’s in normal clothes, sunglasses over the blindfold and you think he looks so good
for once he seems so serious
“i love you”
it’s all he says
“i realized it two months ago”
your mouth is agape. you two have been friends for four months now since you got thrusted into the sorcerer world
“you won’t take us seriously, i know you satoru”
“i take everything about you seriously.”
long talk of you rambling- almost trying to prove ways he can’t possibly like you. your brain is spinning because you’re scared, all while he seems so… cocky?
before you know it he’s by your side, crouching down in front of where you sit, taking your hands into his own
he straight up confesses his love and devotion going on about how he’ll never leave your side
“i love you too,” you whisper
it’s the most gentle you’ve seen him, the way he cups your face, tenderly stroking your cheek. his blue eyes glitter at you from over his sunglasses as he never breaks eye contact
he kisses you gently, gripping you tight, scared you’ll run off again
“this makes you my girl finally, yeah?”
“yes idiot,”
~
dating gojo has been the biggest pain in your ass, but rewarding
it’s like you picked up where you left off as friends from your dinner dates to late night talks (turned cuddles)
i feel like gojo would be hopelessly in love with you i refuse to see him as a poor partner or a cheater bye i can’t
follows you around
he’s literally your shadow doing random shit to get a reaction out of you
he’s touchy with you, likes playing with your hair especially
one thing is, dating him you’ll always feel safe
he can destroy anyone like, no one will ever touch you in a way you don’t like
which i firmly believe he’s over-protective
not in a toxic way, mainly in a joking trying to seem funny way but you see through that act
he may put his students in dangerous positions so they can learn more etc etc - but he’d never do that to you
wanting to go out shopping? one second you’re alone and the next he’s by your side rambling about his day
gojo is self aware about his strength and reputation, especially in the way that he has a target on his back
he can’t fathom anything happening to you regardless of if you can protect yourself or not
because in his mind, the second he lets his guard up you could be taken and used against him
get ready for arguments oh boy
he irks you when you’re having a bad day and it blows up
he does something selfish or dumb
a prank gone too far
gojo being gojo
fighting with him can be brutal because he’s strongly opinionated and so are you
more than likely you’re fighting because he wouldn’t let you go out with your friends
“geto threatened the school babe, i can’t risk you going out. he’s my friend but i don’t know what he’ll do right now.”
“that’s not fair satoru.”
regardless of the fight he’s not going anywhere until you forgive him. sitting outside the door, sitting at your feet until you talk to him
now if he’s mad. i feel like it’s different
you apologize for lots of things and he sees you as perfect- he’s almost too easy going to never be upset with you
gojo has his bad days
and when he has one i imagine you just hold him- play with his hair and massage his head
he likes when you massage his back after a long job
your softest moments with him that are filled with silence are when he gets back after not seeing him for days to weeks
there’s no jokes or ramblings leaving his mouth
he just wants to be close to you
going out with him is always fun
you two are definitely the couple that’ll sit dead silent getting food if there’s drama going on at the table near you - y’all love getting all the tea
he loves buying you things - and you love making him try on ridiculous things at the shops
he never lets go of your hand when you’re out (for his benefit or yours we’re not sure), dragging you around like a doll to see everything
you feel so tiny next to the tall man
you like the way he holds you in his strong arms
you’re obsessed with his hands- they’re so large. calloused, veiny, strong and engulfs your own
he’s obsessed with your smile, with the way your hips move as you walk, how you get excited when talking about what you love
he adores you
and everyone know it
maki doesn’t know how in the world you put up with him
neither does nanami
gojo pissing people off? you’re being called
everyone milks the fact he’s whipped for you to get him to behave
principal yaga begs you to get him to come to meetings on time
you getting gojo to do anything is just threatening to not fuck him him
as a partner, gojo is reliable for you (besides the time he left you in kyoto and came back two hours later and you didn’t talk to him for a week until he sobbed on your floor)
he’s reliable only for you though
as in you know he has your best interest at heart always
smiles when you’re tired and you curl up in his lap
loves being the little spoon because he’s so big
but mainly he holds you
rubs your back so you can fall asleep every night he’s not away he will do everything in his power to be there when you’re going to bed
when you’re apart; regardless of an hour to weeks- he will be texting you non stop
you almost have a headache from how much your phone is going off from him
memes, needing to know what you’re doing, sending pictures of what he’s doing, pick up lines - he sends it all
you have to threaten to block him just to get a nap in
gojo will move worlds for you
he’s confident in your relationship never jealous as who can be better than him? they certainly aren’t stronger
if you are out with friends or people he doesn’t know, he knows you’ll be fine
probably just goes to bed and doesn’t really bother - you’ll be fine and call if need be
which a. makes you feel unimportant that he’s not showing any concern or staying up b. starts a fight
he goes above and beyond for every special occasion watch out
you may not be able to go the extremes he’s able to- but you’ll do anything for gojo
he’s your partner and you will defend him in any situation if it’s needed
there’s so much more to him than people admit. trauma and hard times behind his laid back behavior that you want to be there for
you two are hooked to each other
always preferring the other’s company over anyone else’s
his sneakiness and smugness though will he the death of you - you can’t handle another heart stopping prank of his
overall i think dating gojo would be a rollercoaster of emotions every day, good luck
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I don't want to make assumptions yet but, do you not intend to make Adam a tad of grey character who believed in his violence ideology and cared for his cause and people as shown in "Beginning of the End"? Personally I think he was already being kind of ruined when he was presented as an abusive stalking ex rather than a misleading mentor.
I honestly don't think there's anything wrong with Adam necessarily being obsessive and a stalker as part of who he is.
I think Adam can be both an obsessive and stalker-ish and also very adept at selling his ideas to the point that his inner circle is willing to ignore the red flags.
Revolutionary leaders don't HAVE to be good people. People follow ideas and personalities, often willing to ignore the skeletons in their closet.
The bigger issue is that the show doesn't really do anything with that.
Why is he this way? What exactly is his ideology that he follows? How does he regard Blake's betrayal?
Was he always like this or did he change gradually like Blake implied he did? Was he that much nicer before or is Blake simply clouded by bias and nostalgia?
He was forced to ally with Cinder, so how does he view what transpired after? Has he grown more desperate? Has he justified his involvement to himself somehow? What does he think he got from leading WF to assault Beacon?
How are various aspects of WF viewing him now? This is a movement that spans four different Kingdoms with very different circumstances each - its impossible for everyone to view his decisions the same way.
We never find out. WF is treated as a monolith, he does random stuff, literally sabotaging himself and then the show doesn't even bother to use him to resolve the character arcs of Blake and Yang.
Even the whole abusive threat or stalker aspect is not really used in any way.
Imagine having a character who is set up as this crucial element in the struggle of two leads and whom the two leads HAVE to face to progress.
He hunted down Blake across the world and Blake can never feel truly safe with him, a physical representation of her past sins, looming over her shoulder. What does Blake having to face him mean for her ideals and her goals? What does having to kill him tell her about her own ideals?
He irreparably hurt Yang essentially demolishing everything she built her life on in a single attack. He has become a haunting presence in Yang's nightmares and yet she is just a random set piece to him - one of possibly thousands of people he had hurt in his pursuit of what he believed in. Would Blake comparing her to Adam haunt Yang as she makes her choices? How would she feel in this confrontation? Is she facing the one who hurt someone she cares about? Is she facing herself? In her entire life, this has been a single person to make her feel useless and defeated, so how does she deal with that? Does she use that vulnerability, converting it into burning anger? Or is part of her afraid that Blake will end up seeing Adam in her?
What would the narrative do with all of that? How would such a confrontation be set-up? Are those two even READY to face someone like that? Or do they have to face themselves? How would such a confrontation even affect them?
The show ends up doing the said confrontation in such a way that does absolutely NOTHING for characterization of any of the three characters.
There should have been an entire arc in between V3 and them actually facing Adam that actually develops them as people, resolves their issues with each other and actually characterizes Adam showcasing why he is in the position he is in. An arc that sets up the actual confrontation in a believable way where you can see a trail of decisions all three characters had made that led them where they are.
The issue is that show didn't do that.
The show just swatted him away and nobody got actual development from that.
He is not treated as a manipulative mentor. He's not treated as a threatening and abusive presence. Nor is he a force of righteous but misguided fury.
He's just there and then he's not.
Because we got to focus on the gods and relics and Salems's troupe of evil and this hyped up sea supergrimm jobbing to a mech.
I am not even going to talk about outright gross and offensive last-minute reveal of his mask.
As far as what I am doing, Blake parts of the story will delve more into her journey from a kid with her nose in the books to a woman participating in train robberies. And that also involves characterizing who Adam is, who he was and what he wants.
As of current point, one thing that is clear is that Blake is NOT going to Menagerie and has NEVER even been there - there are no parents there to visit, no grand monologue about burning and looting to deliver. Which means that there's a lot of room to explore what made WF tick, how it works and where Adam fits into the wider scheme of things.
Does Blake experience the world the same way as other leads? Does she view same locations, kingdoms, cities, and so on, the same way? I already somewhat touched upon that in her reminiscing of her days in Vale in how an inspiring tale from Great War for others might be just another reminder for her that people view her as different and how the nature of power and discrimination inherently means she has to question a lot of the elements of the world that others take for granted. Same applies to other people too.
Blake's journey and goals being different, lack of relics and vaults and not treating WF as a monolith pretty much already ensures that other elements like Adam's journey, would also be different. He's still an awful person though. He still did everything he did in V3. He's still someone inherently tied to character journeys of both Blake and Yang. But he's also a character rather than some idiot who sabotages his own goals and then gets written out of the story having contributed nothing to it in the end. There's more to him.
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I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT SHADOWS OF ROSE SO BAD AGHHHHHH
Can we just talk about the amazing use of contrast when it comes to Michael's written words in the dlc??? Everything is so dark and distorted, meanwhile with Michael's words you feel the warmth despite the lack of a voice.
It helps too that they use golden yellow! A warm color, a color that represents happines, optimism, and friendship. The light that guides Rose to her journey to the crystal.
They really could've went and made Ethan a cool, badass, still sane mold monster but they didn't, they made him something that literally look like it came from the heavens. He really is an angel sent from heaven 🥺
Also I'm glad they didn't fully make Mia bad here, though there was the weird plot hole where she didn't tell Rose anything about Ethan... And from what me and my friends discussed it appears Rose has gone into a boarding school, resulting in less time to visit Mia. Probably why she mentions "I haven't seen Mom in ages."
Its super cool Rose is hella smart, though it ended up kinda kickstarting the bullying for her :( they're just jelly she's tons smarter and cooler than they'll ever hope to be.
The whole Winters home sequence wa soooo fluffy and cute it just made me giddy inside!!! :3 and when Ethan says "You have me." when Eveline screams that Rose is no more than a freak who has no friends made me break UGHH
And as usual, Ethan puts other before himself even willing to fight Miranda and possibly suffer a lot. But it wouldn't matter as long as his daughter was safe.
And what does Rose do? She sacrifices the only chance she has to be normal, all just to save her dad. Like he did for her back then!!!!
This DLC dude, i swear.... It really made my heart soar...
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That's a good reaction pic for this DLC. Just looking at the void screaming inside.
Ethan's words were like a soft light guiding and supporting Rose through the dark and creepy nightmare. It's not just what he said, but the way his words were shown was so on point. I was so excited to see what he'd say and at the same time felt relief every time he appeared, cause after all the creepy and intense stuff, he provided Rose with support and a moment to breathe.
I feel it's once again them not caring about making Ethan a macho badass. He's just a dude and he cares so much for his daughter, prioritizing her over anything else. And his appearance with soft, glowing words really accentuates that. He's just a soft dad 🥺🥺 and really, it's what Rose needed in that case. It helps build up their relationship up to the end where they hug and say they love each other. It wouldn't work as well, it wouldn't hit as hard, if for most of the game it was just a cool badass portrayal of Ethan who at the end suddenly shows a caring, soft side. I mean, I'm not implying anything about real life; but since this is a fictional story, it worked so well to have "Michael" guide Rose and help her while being portrayed as calm and reassuring, for us to invest and be touched by their final scene. I mean dude they really went for the feels and they wanted us to cry even harder than we cried at the end of the main game.
The boarding school idea is kinda good, although I wonder how and why they decided to send her away. They had seen how Eveline ended up when she felt that she didn't have a family to love her; why did they repeat that mistake with Rose? And yeah I'm wondering too why Mia didn't tell her anything about Ethan. Maybe Rose was too young to remember when Chris took her? But still like, there should be something, idk. And if they do leave it there and don't explore the Winterses' story in any future games, then the reason Rose didn't learn anything about Ethan will stay a plot hole.
Oh I feel that about her being bullied. I was bullied a lot at school too, and it always comes from kids that have something going on with their lives and just take it out on an easy victim. Though that kinda goes to show that Rose had received enough care by that point that she didn't turn full-on Eveline and never burst out using her powers to hurt other people. Or like, you know Stephen King's Carrie? That second doll puzzle where they prepare to throw something on the Rose doll from a bucket could have easily ended up in Rose losing it and killing them on the spot. And now I'm thinking, when K in the beginning cutscene tells her "You're not a freak!" or whatever, it feels like it's the first time Rose hears something like that. And it would make sense, considering it's a fake, only Miranda manipulating her. Geez Rose really doesn't have anyone to support her through this huh. Once again, Chris wants her to join his operation, but god forbid he supports her emotionally and helps her accept that she's not a monster.
No, only Ethan is there for her, and he's not even THERE. That "You have me" breaks me too, I'm going through Maxylobes' first time playthrough and seeing it again makes me wanna scream. My sweet Ethan! He really doesn't care if Rose has her powers or not, he only wants her to be happy in whatever way she wants to be. And he invests in it. Rose wants to remove her powers and is stubborn about it? Imma help my daughter out! Rose accepts her powers back in order to defeat Miranda and have a moment with me? I'm so very proud of my baby T_T
And yeah when Rose breaks the crystal, it's like she's at once and full-force reciprocating her dad's devotion. Like, it means a lot to me that in the main game, Ethan could have left the village at any given moment, yet he stayed and fought in order to save his daughter, even dragged himself back TO LIFE to complete that. And again, Rose has the chance to get out of the megamycete consciousness at any given moment, but she's determined to get rid of her powers… and it's a case of "the real treasure was the friends we made along the way" because she realizes that what she really wanted was not to get rid of her powers, but to embrace and accept them, and feel LOVED with OR without them. And Ethan's guidance, and support, and protection, and LOVE throughout the whole nightmare she was going through, no matter whether she got rid of her powers or kept them, is what helped her do exactly that. She didn't want to feel "normal"; she wanted to feel loved. Her classmates hated her for her powers; Chris seemed to only value her FOR her powers. And instead, Ethan shows her unconditional love, that powers or not, he loves her to death, literally.
Bruh I'm… I'm… I need a moment. I had so many reservations about this DLC but GOD did it give me so much more than I could ever have expected.
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First of all, happy early birthday <3 And that's such a cool idea! :D so for the prompts - how about Firetouched for Callowmoore? (I do ship them romantically, but you did list it as 'maybe', so if you feel more inclined and comfortable to write it platonically that would also be great, I just love their dynamic)
16. Firetouched
Both Neanderthals and H.sapiens had ginger hair! Seems like it evolved independently, but it’s still cool. There’s also some evidence of our cousin species trading, living in the same territories, and yeah, interbreeding too. There once so many humans and we’re the last - it’s sad. So many fires lighting up the prehistoric nights with so many faces around them.
As a kid, Ashton would sometimes make rocks explode.
That’s honestly giving them too much credit - it was a trick they learned from the older kids, the ones that didn’t so much as live at the orphanage as stop by to indulge in the adoration of the littler ones. Put river rocks - wet ones, even better - to a fire and they’d shatter. A scary, scarring magic trick - Ashton knew a kid or two with pockmarks from the show. 
Never knew why, back then. 
Now he knows it’s something to do with cracks and hollow places and trapped water boiling away. 
Just, y’know. Knows. Had a nightmare about it, once - being thrown in a firepit and made to pop. Had to ask Milo about it, after. To be safe.
Flame and stone don’t go together. Is what they’re getting at. 
So when Fearne suggests a massage warmed by her kindling touch, they crack out a “fuck no - don’t you know what would happen?”
Very literally doe-eyed, Fearne blinks down at him - her black claws go tap-tap to the hard flesh of his shoulder while her other curls at her cheek. 
“Well,” she says, “I wouldn’t be opposed. Though Chetney might bark about it.”
There’s a beat. 
“That’s not what I meant.” Ashton rolls that shoulder free. “Bad idea in a ‘would hurt like a bitch’ way. Not a fun bad idea.”
Fearne offers her very best pout. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that.” Grabs his arm again - every time he takes himself back she steals a hold on him again. “You’re hurting, right? And I can make it better.”
“Worse.”
“Better,” she insists.  “Or maybe not. And maybe you split into pieces again, and I can fix you right up with some healing magic.” They think she squeezes their bicep, but it’s a little hard to squeeze stone. Just molds her fingers to it. 
(It’ll leave an indent in her, not them.) 
She does have a point. Ashton sighs, head falling back to grumble at the ceiling, side-eye her - everything goes crick-crick-crick with the motion. Fuck do they need something to take the edge off. Sandpaper, maybe, or a tumbling polish. 
“If I break,” he mutters, “you’ll steal a piece. I just know it.”
Fearne doesn’t deny it. Just grins - like if a deer angled for something predatory. “Oh, absolutely.”
It’s about all the warning he gets before heat is - heat is palmed into him, is the best he can describe it. A sleight of hand, a covert exchange. It’s not like being fireside, or sitting in the sun. Fearne’s heat crawls through each muscle, each bone one by one, some physics beyond Ashton’s grasp at play. Gold warming first, rest of him second.
Ashton groans - something a little embarrassing if not for how fucking fluid they feel, how soft they’re made for this fucking moment without everything being tense with hurt and tense with cold and tense with stone. Never believed when anyone described melting into touch into now. Fuck.
There’s a second where Ashton thinks his blood will boil with it - his arm fracturing into deadly shrapnel aimed right at Fearne, at himself for being so fucking stupid - but it doesn’t. It’s just a pleasant something that meanders down the fissures, deeper, settling in the hollow of what he has for a gut to sloosh there. Lava, made lava of him. 
But Fearne is looking curious, darting between her hold on her latest trinket (him) and his head and his expression, like his face is as precious a thing as his sparking brain, and he says, “Fine, it’s not bad,” because anything else would be molten.
Rocks keep warmth easily. Is what he tells himself, when he’s still feeling it hours later.
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(Send me a prompt and I'll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)
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Random idea time + art. So in the post game of pokemon mystery dungeon EO[S/D/T], we get Darkrai as the big bad who was the mastermind behind stuff, but unfortunately never got any backstory of why the hell he's doing this, just that he's doing this so he can have a world of darkness and all that, which is odd since in other stuff he's is told to be more of a neutral or good character then pure evil. Because of this a lot of people have made up interpretations of Darkrai's backstory, so my brain came up with an idea.
Primal Darkrai
Pretty much my idea of this: Darkrai's powers are a too unstable and powerful for him and his body to be able to control, but Cresselia (in this universe) didn't think that he literally couldn't control, that he must not be trying hard enough, it didn't make sense to her since her powers are perfectly fine and most other legendaries' powers too and that Arceus wouldn't have made that mistake. One day Cresselia came up with a plan, which entails that she lies, not usually doing so, but going on, the plan is to keep Darkrai away from others till he gets his powers under control, no one would get hurt and get nightmares, definitely endless ones, and he could focus on controlling his powers. She trusts Darkrai to watch over a time gear, telling him and other certain pokemon have been tasked with keeping the time gears safe just in case someone tries using them for their own gain. Darkrai trusts her since she is his counterpart and one of the few who cares for him and is not afraid of him after all, plus at least he gets to be useful for once, right? So he stays on an island (NewMoon Island) with the time gear, protecting it. Cresselia visits around every other day, talking to him, bringing him something, trying and failing to teach him to control his powers even though he has stated he can't, and stuff like that. But over time visits become longer and longer till she finally stops, getting distracted by other things and slowly forgetting to.
This is where the primal idea comes in: Darkrai would notice that Cresselia's visits are becoming longer apart, but he shrugs it off to just her being busy with stuff from the outside, but doubt and suspicion slowly build up overtime. These feelings seemingly don't do much at first, but the time gear Darkrai's watch over would start to slowly gather them up. Darkrai's feelings would build up as time passes, definitely after Cresselia stopped coming by completely, till one day he decides to leave the island and investigate, only to find that the other gears are still at the tower and that he was the only one protecting a time gear (at the time), quickly realized Cresselia had lied to him, that he's been slowly going crazy on a island for no reason, the small bit of hope remaining shattering. He goes back to the island, the only place he knew to go at the time, most places despising his existence. He was feeling so much at the time, hatred, sadness, fear, betrayal, not even noticing at first that the time gear was cracking under the pressure of absorbing too much emotions overtime, the sounds of it shattering was coming from behind him, releasing the pure raw power and emotions that it had inside of it in a sudden wave that struck Darkrai. He accidentally absorbs it when it strikes him, causing his already unstable powers to skyrocket and his mind to scatter, causing him to go primal. His mind only running on instincts, power, and emotion forms an idea, to spread nightmares and trap every single pokemon inside them. And if he is at his most powerful on nights, definitely nights of new moons, wouldn't an endless night help him to achieving his goal?
And that my idea of a PMD Darkrai with a actual reason of doing evil stuff, and also a idea of a primal Darkrai. I thought of this like 2 days ago and also kinda bad at making fully flesh out ideas so sorry if this sucks. If you also had a idea of primal Darkrai or have a idea on my version of a primal Darkrai, tell me, I would love to know other people's interpretations!
Also fun fact: Primal Dialga is actually dark Dialga in Japan, and if Darkrai's name is technically just Darkdark since its made up from the word dark in Japanese, Kurai, that would mean Primal Darkrai it Dark Darkdark
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Next in my deeper look at my boys, one of the twins: Jam. Picture: a rough idea of what he looks like made using the SWTOR character creator. Armor style/color is not what is shown. ---Mando'a used--- Di'kut: idiot Vod: Brother Vode: Brothers Shebs: backside, rear, butt, ass ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jam is one half of "the twins" the other half being his batch mate, Beat. The two of them are pretty much inseparable, if Jam is present you can usually make a safe bet that Beat isn't too far away. Personality wise Jam's usually the more level headed of the two, this doesn't mean he's the responsible one though. This just means he's less likely to get into a fist fight cause his anger got the better of him, no this little shit is probably the reason the fight started in the first place.
Because of this, Beat is usually the one pulling him out of trouble. Sometimes rather literally, other times Beat's just causing more trouble by deciding he's going to beat some di'kut for messing with his vod. It's for this reason that he's called Jam, he's always getting into some sort of "jam". Of course he denies this. He 100% will argue with anyone and everyone no matter who they are, that that is not the reason behind his name. He has a strong love of music, and he argues everyone named him Jam because he and Beat have the best tastes in music. The only ones who believe that are themselves, new shinies who haven't gotten to know them yet, and gullible civvies. The shinies quickly learn the real reason usually within an hour of meeting him. Jam is actually pretty close with Echo and Fives as well, on the few times that they've gotten to work with the 501st he and Beat took to them pretty quickly. Much to the annoyance of Rex and Charge. Two sets of "twins" working together is an absolute nightmare, they're bad enough when they're on their own! They only started getting called "the twins" when Mira became their Jedi General. She just couldn't help but compare them to twins, with how close they were. There personalities feeding off one another, the never being apart, hell they even finished each others sentences sometimes. It was just the will of the force that these two di'kuts would be "twins". It didn't take long for the others to take up calling them that. It just made it so much easier when talking about them too. "Did you hear what the twins did? Charge is gonna murder them..." "The general wants to talk to the twins." "It's too quiet and that has me worried. Where are the twins?"
Despite this he's a good soldier and a good brother. He likes to give Charge trouble, but he does it to try and lighten the mood a bit and take Charge's mind off all the stressful stuff. Even if he ends up being part of the stressful stuff. He just wants to help lighten that burden off his Ori'vod's shoulders, cause sometimes everyone needs a good laugh. On the battlefield he's almost a completely different person, you'll hear jokes occasionally but that's just to keep the morale up. He'll do everything he can to help make sure everyone comes home safely. Charge can't shoulder that burden all on his own, and Jam's not going to let him. They're brothers and brothers look after each other. He cares deeply for his vode, so much so that when even just one of them is having trouble he's going to try and find a solution to that problem. He was the one to start the conversation about Bug's problem, though he for sure is the one who teases the most about it, because he started to worry it was hurting Bug's feelings more than he was letting on. Especially because it seemed like the issue was getting worse rather than better.
He loves their general, he had been worried they'd get someone stuffy and by the book. He was delighted that she wanted them to see her as one of the guys, and even more so delighted when she acted like one of the guys. The fact she was mandalorian didn't hurt either, he laughed his shebs off the first time he heard her swear in mando'a. Every clone in the area stopped what they were doing to look at her because "Wait.. did she just say?... Do Jedi swear? I don't think I've ever heard a Jedi swear... until now..." He'll gladly follow her to hell and back if that's where they have to go, because he knows she's going to be right there with him making jokes and fighting whatever they have to fight to win.
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Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron Defender of The Universe (1984)
Season 1, Episode 29: Magnetic Attraction Season 1, Episode 30: The Sleeping Princess
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Episode 29: Magnetic Attraction
Defensive training time! The team are doing Karate together I only got to a yellow belt myself because of how expensive lessons were, but it was fun either way
"I flipped Lance easy, and I'm a girl" "I fall for girls" Lance just say you like women who can kill you Once again we see Allura pointing out the fact she's a lady,,, I will never get over the back handedness of those comments
Oh my bad it's Judo! I've never done that one before
Great, nanny and Coran are here to tell Allura she's being improper again, and he thinks it's a good idea to guilt-trip her with her dead dad dude when will you learn that you can't stop her, she's literally doing worse by being a solider, protecting herself is the least she should know since even her guards can't handle when Lotor is after her
More misogyny from the team, the show really do be a product of its time 💀
The one good thing Coran does is warn other people to get to safety, but then proceeds to say "it's nothing, definitely not weird that a freaky orange and red cloud is slowly spreading over the sky of Arus when it's noon" if he doesn't die of old age I'm killing him myself
Oh so the cloud is rapidly causing global warming, eco terrorism is horrifying
Why the hell is there a group of people washing themselves in the last remaining water of a boiled away lake? im not sure if dotu will ever answer that but golion will later on
robeast so hot it melts missiles, and the team is immediately going to fly up to it except allura can't launch because blue has no power from the surrounding water which got boiled away oh shit this is actually a good plan on Haggars part
Ooh we get to see a crystal that probably helps power blue lion! Maybe that's where the nexus idea in VF came from!
Alfor ex machina, i can't remember the last time we saw you but it's been a hot minute hasn't it
HOLY SHIT LORE Black gets powered by lightning/electricity, Red gets powered from the heat of lava/magma, Yellow is also magma but more earth dependent, Green is powered by wind, and blue obvs is powered by water like i knew all this already but i love the fact i get to listen to it now
Coran finally thinks of protecting Allura against Lotor and attacks through castle defenses,, except not that it works because Lotor just attacks Allura who is still stuck in her lion as long as she stays inside I assume she's safe but man she's not having a good day
Lance is a smart cookie! He plans to make a path with their own magnetic laser in order to get up to the robeast Now only if he made more plans like that, the fights would be easier me thinks
Lotor doesn't want to hurt Allura, yet actively sends missiles at blue lion while she can't move I hope your dad beats you ong
wait did the team not know that they needed water to launch blue? ok that makes sense actually since they don't know anything about the lions and their mystic nature kind of late in the episode to realize that though
GIRL WHY ARE YOU OPENING THE HATCH FOR THE MECHANICS OF BLUE TO LET WATER RUSH IN, I DON'T THINK THAT'S HOW IT WORKS BUT OK Blue lion is back anyway so I guess it worked
Voltron formed, robeast defeated, and global warming cloud dispersed, so water can come back, the GIF for this episode is going to be great
DAMN ZARKON TRASHING HIS SON FOR THINKING FOR HIS DICK AGAIN
"My beloved nincompoop" LMAOO
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Episode 30: The Sleeping Princess
Lotor has a nightmare about a woman he says is Allura but very obviously isn't, especially when she does fade into Allura's design, probably his mother This man really obsessed with Allura
PRINCESS CORRAL MY BELOVED, LOTOR IS A SLUT FOR TURNING HER DOWN SHE'S SO CUTE
"Stop whining, you have no feelings" -Zarkon get his ass
Lotor stop making batshit excuses for not marrying her, you'll be unhappy either way good god
At least Zarkon knows that he'll fail his mission against Arus, if he just held on a little longer lotor wouldn't be a problem but nope
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Look at her, she's such a sweetie! She's even helping Lotor try to marry Allura, a mistake, but she's got her heart in the right place
"I want Allura to come willingly, [but] she lives in terror of my father" Lotor she's afraid of YOU, this is man is all kinds of delusional
Another flashback of the Not Allura woman, still think it's his mom, and she's definitely Arusian which is probably why Lotor has so much obsession for Allura
Flower picking time! Gotta give the pretty princess some pretty flowers to match! The boys are so wholesome
Ah, shit the cat fucked over a blue lion pilot again, what is with that cat against the color blue, now Allura is presumed dead and everyone is freaking out about it
Of course Keith pieces it together that she can't be dead as long as Lotor is still after her, which yeah makes sense but c'mon any other guy see through it please
Hunk makes a plan! Fake funeral for the princess to lure Lotor and Haggar out I'd love it if the team got more scenes like this, everyone is smart enough to contribute somehow
Oh shit Orla attended her funeral! That's nice to see
Keith you're such a simp for Allura, yes, yes we get it Allura is a girlboss and is an amazing leader
What a sweet idea, people throw flowers into Allura's casket and almost filled it to the brim maybe it's tradition for every Arusian, that'd be cool
Lotor hijacks the carriage Allura's casket is being transported in, sucks for him though BECAUSE PIDGE MANAGED TO HITCH A RIDE GET HIS ASS PIDGE
Rip Pidge gets used as a hostage EXCEPT ITS PIDGE VS HAGGAR AGAIN BECAUSE HE HAS A GRENADE ON HIM Oh god this kid is about to sacrifice himself if it means making sure Allura is safe and taking down one of the baddies, where's that post about dotu Pidge being suicidal
"I oughta feed you this" (proceeds to run at Lotor and Hagar with a live grenade) "PIDGE FOR PETES’S SAKE DITCH THE GRENADE" - Keith "WANNA SEE WITCHCRAFT?!" oh my god, everything is happening all at once
Grenade explodes, it was knocked out of pidge's hand beforehand, so he dove for Allura to protect her as best he could still so sweet even under all that pressure
Lotor and Haggar run away and Allura's awake, so all's well that ends well I guess Pidge finally gets a real kiss on the cheek from Allura, good for him
LOTOR STOP BULLYING CORRAL, SHE WANTED TO HELP BUT YOU FUCKED UP SO MARRY SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY LOVES YOU YOU FOOL
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heartslobbf · 2 years
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the crastle and the snow fort are physical manifestations of love and devotion but in different ways. both are collaborative, but both spark from bdubs’ inclination for building. the crastle itself is bdubs’ design, the snow fort’s main feature of a soul sand floor is also his idea, along with the never-to-be wart walls he conceptualised. neither is honest to his vision, but crastle is more faithful. it is pretty and practical. the snow fort is solely practical, if you ignore that overhang they made to make the base wider, agreeing not to fill it in and consequently creating the nightmare terrain that bdubs dies to during the wither fight. lol. but bdubs also dies in his endeavour to build the crastle, twice. what’s interesting is how he reframes those deaths as a good thing, a means to an end to become cleo’s ‘weapon’ and better protect her. in contrast, dying to the snow fort’s construction places bdubs in a position— redness— where he is anything but enabled to protect etho; and yet he does it anyway. ‘he loves me’ is a moment anyways, but he says it standing on the shattered remains of the snow fort, elevated above anyone else. bdubs’ bases are so significant as reflections of his character and i think people neglect that. the fact that etho and grian both understand that the best way to kill him is to go for the crastle, be that with missiles or by literally infiltrating under the guise of home renovations. or, you know, destroying snow fort with a wither lol! the crastle is a ‘success’ in that it’s the only thing really left standing after everyone has died, and you could argue this reflects bdubs’ unwavering love and devotion for cleo; he is torn apart by her death, and the first thing he says to her once they reunite is ‘i missed you so much’; he also offers her a home in the snow fort any time should she need it. but i wouldn’t say the snow fort’s early game destruction reflects a fault in love and devotion for etho. rather, the snow fort is a product of limited resources (no wart blocks to create the original design) that bdubs continually works, however feebly, to improve. think about the stairs people. the snow fort stairs are actually hugely significant because they are the one thing bdubs can ‘pretty up’ in the base, and his constant stubbornness about it emphasises that it matters. that, without those stairs, the base feels inadequate and bdubs feels inadequate as a partner, a builder, whatever. it’s tragic. the snow fort stairs are tragic. when james baldwin said baby baby baby i love you and im gonna build us a table he was talking about bdoubleo building the crastle. i mean arguably it all comes back to bdubs using this ‘tool’ or ‘weapon’ metaphor about him and cleo, he sees himself as a resource for his partner to use and benefit from. this is a man that dies twice to the thing he built to keep someone safe and afterwards he’s like hell yeah now i can keep her even more safe! anyways hi i think we should talk more about the absolutely deranged strain of devotion and loyalty that bdubs constructed in 3l and ll because it’s fascinating <3
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For the PWOTR asks: 4. What were the pivotal/defining moments in your KC's playthrough? 14. What is your KC's backstory? 15. What do they do after the game? Bonus question: how does their story/life end, if at all?
Aaaaah thanks so much for the ask! These questions were all really good (sorry it took so long to respond!)
4. What were the pivotal/defining moments in your KC's playthrough?
Becoming Knight Commander: Sparrow's motivations are forced to change at the beginning of Act 2. While dealing with Kenabres she's not considering herself a leader and side-eyes anyone who implies she is one. She has plans to get the fuck out as soon as the fires get put out once she learns that the artificer she came to Kenabres for is dead; she was going to be gone after the party at the end of act one, disappearing without a trace.
Galfrey inadvertently catches her before then, and while Sparrow thinks it's the silliest idea in the world to put a complete stranger in charge of an army, it's hard to say no to a queen who's been fighting demons longer than Sparrow's been alive. Sparrow doesn't want to rock the boat and furloughs her departure--she'll leave after she (somehow) takes Drezen, then after the issue with Wintersun is resolved, etc. But because she's actually good at the job (she has a strong mind for tactics and anticipating contingencies) she ends up doing very well; this, coupled with her growing powers, allows her to stop seeing the Crusade as a duty she needs to play along with until people's backs turn and she can slip out, and start feeling like a place she might be safe.
Daeran's birthday party conclusion: Sparrow is not a fan of Daeran early game--she's attracted to him, he pokes her buttons deliberately to try and gain a reaction (and often succeeds), and worst of all they'd crossed paths when she was pretending to be Evaethi in Mendev. He's a walking liability to her on so many fronts and if it weren't for his abilities making him such a powerhouse healer she would have avoided him like the plague. She would have fought on his behalf to let him go when Galfrey conscripted him if she'd had the spine to do so at the time. The fact that he turns out to be surprisingly hardworking and is capable of making her laugh is secondary to the fact that she's never sure just how serious he is about anything, if any of the kinder or more passionate aspects she's seen are just fronts, or if he's just making her into a joke.
His past makes Sparrow feel like she understands him a little better. She's able to identify how lonely and isolating the trauma of what he went through and the presence of the Other has made him, and she connects to that. It doesn't make her immediately turn around and like him, but it does make her more receptive to his gestures of friendship and, later, courtship. Daeran's romance can quite literally be described as life-changing for Sparrow but she never would have engaged with him if she hadn't learned about what had happened.
Being captured in Battlebliss: This was literally Sparrow's worst nightmare come to life. She had just clawed her way out of slavery, her powers and her new position finally affording her the ability to escape the chains she'd had on since she was eleven. To be collared again, with no obvious escape...she has a major, though brief, breakdown that not even the Hand can help her out of. It's not until Zeklex offers to help her escape that she's able to calm down a little and focus on breaking out. Still, even successfully breaking free leaves Sparrow cagey and uncertain; it is in its aftermath that the party learns about Sparrow's history as a slave and as a body double because she can no longer hide her reactions from them.
Choosing to remain an angel: Sparrow spends the majority of the game outright deferring to other people's opinions and desires, or pretending to follow along with what other people want to keep the peace. It's a struggle for her to openly say no to someone, and when she's standing between the patron goddess of the crusades and a demon lord, it really should be common sense which person in the argument she should be siding with. But she likes being an angel, she likes how her powers and her presence have a tangible positive impact, and she finally feels safe enough to begin to express herself. Choosing to follow with Nocticula's plans--with whatever Areelu wants--over Iomadae's warnings is kind of the final stand Sparrow needed to really start to learn how to exist as herself. If she can openly defy a goddess's wishes, she can say no to anyone.
Daeran's confession/proposal: Sparrow is all in on her feelings by the time the party gets yeeted into the Abyss, but she's never sure if Daeran feels as intensely as she does, or if he even would want to. The final show of trust that is Daeran's post-quest conversation solidifies things for Sparrow: this is it, he's not going to leave or run away or hide, what they have is permanent. He wants to marry her--she finally lets herself believe that she might get to keep this. It's basically the moment she allows herself to be happy without reservations.
14. What is your KC's backstory?
I tried not to write a novel...this was shortened three times I'm so sorry
Sparrow spent her early life in a cliffside house in Dehrukani where her older brother raised her. Her parents had disappeared so early in her life she no longer remembers them; she only knows that they were wildlife researchers who had gone on a trip that they never returned from. Her brother, Crow, was considered a child prodigy and was taught by an engineer from Alkenstar, and worked in Dehrukani designing various large-scale buildings and projects that implemented the crystals found commonly in the country. When Sparrow was about eleven, the two of them made a trip north to Alkenstar to visit Crow's old mentor, and are attacked on the way by slavers. Crow is left to bleed out on the side of the road and Sparrow is captured to be sold.
She was eventually purchased in Cheliax by Lord Gregoriath of House Arvanxi, a distant cousin of the main line in a house that has fallen out of favor with the queen. While House Arvanxi is currently seen as a laughingstock, Gregoriath anticipated the possibility of the crown coming down heavy on the family in time, especially if the current frivolous head of house was ever replaced with someone who had more political acumen. A man obsessed with his bloodline, he purchased Sparrow for the purposes of protecting his only heir, Evaethi--an aasimar girl with a passing resemblance to Sparrow. When he introduced her to the Chelish court later that year, he would instead present Sparrow, and would use her as a body double for Evaethi whenever it was convenient. The plan was to use Sparrow as a sponge for any possible assassination attempts until Gregoriath secured a politically stable or beneficial position for his daughter, and then swap them out so his daughter can continue his legacy.
Sparrow spends significant amounts of time learning the mannerisms and habits of Evaethi, expecting to dress like her, change her appearance to better match the young lady, and even answer to the name "Eva" at all times to avoid slip ups. She gains an education alongside Evaethi, learns history and art and politics and dance, and when Evaethi takes a passing interest in swordsmanship and then in magic, Sparrow becomes skilled in both. Deliberately isolated from other staff, Sparrow ends up spending most of her days at Evaethi's side and develops a feeling of kinship with her--two years younger, and sweet if very flighty, Evaethi treats Sparrow like an older sister she can bully with impunity but also with affection. Sparrow becomes protective of her.
Gregoriath is not a kind master or a kind father; he sees both girls as his property in one way or another. Evaethi also has the added misfortune of being wonderful on a horse but nowhere else, which draws her father's disappointment and ire. When, at fifteen, Gregoriath flies into a rage at Evaethi's antics that leave her in tears, Sparrow shares her private plans with Evaethi: the careful markings she'd made of the guard rotations in the household, the contacts she'd established in nearby Westcrown, and the money she'd ferreted away to disappear. They could run away together, and find somewhere where Gregoriath couldn't hurt them. They could be free.
Evaethi immediately tells her father of the escape plan, and Sparrow is punished, with a rune being embedded in her skin that allows Gregoriath to track her wherever she goes.
When Evaethi is nineteen and Sparrow twenty-one, she ends up volunscripted into going to Mendev as part of a political ploy in court, with Gregoriath remaining behind but making it clear he would be keeping tabs on his wayward daughter. He expects something useful to come from this, even if it has to be a marriage to some out of the way Mendevian noble. He'll come up with something; now that his original plans for Evaethi are dust, he'll find some use for her. On the way there, Evaethi leaves in the middle of the night with only a short note for Sparrow to find--she's done with Gregoriath's plans, so she's going to disappear and live a life of adventure.
Sparrow does not have the luxury of running off the same way, not with the tracking rune. So she adapts; she convinces the servants in the retinue not to immediately report Evaethi's departure, to slowly pay them off once they reached Nerosyan so they would disapper entirely. As soon as she steps foot in the country, she plays the part of Evaethi at all times; the Chelish nobility who were there for diplomatic purposes only ever met Sparrow if they had come across "Evaethi" at all, and she writes regular letters in Evaethi's handwriting to Gregoriath to keep him believing that she is doing her best to try and establish connections in Mendev. Meanwhile, she is frantically trying to find someone who can break the magic in the tracking rune, all while scraping aside enough money to pay off whoever she does find. It takes her two years, but eventually she has everything in place. She leaves messages for the remaining servants telling them they should probably run, gets together her funds, and sets off to Kenabres. Rest is history.
15. What do they do after the game? Bonus question: how does their story/life end, if at all?
Aaaah I'm not totally sure about this one yet! I've done playthroughs where Sparrow ascends and ones where she doesn't. I think both work for her character. If she ascends, I imagine she spends a lot of time using her powers to help heal the damage the Worldwound and the century-long war has caused on the land. Areelu would ascend with her and Sparrow has some feelings about it, but she also spends time with the woman when she isn't with Daeran. Beyond that, I think she becomes the kind of goddess that anyone who feels trapped, oppressed, or hopeless can call out to for aid.
If she doesn't ascend, she marries Daeran and becomes Countess Arendae, and spends most of her time in Drezen. Her desire to run away and disappear is gone now; Drezen is Her Place, and she works to make it somewhere where people can be safe, happy, and free to pursue their dreams. Drezen didn't declare independence during the Crusades but it was a near thing, and its new importance as a military and cultural center in Mendev means she ends up coming up at odds with Galfrey in Nerosyan often. Beyond that, I don't have a lot of concrete ideas; I do know that Daeran takes her on trips often, and they rarely are out of each other's company for any extended length of time.
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which-star · 8 months
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What are your thoughts on Silk 2023 #4, especially in regards to Saya and Max? I am keeping this vague in case you haven’t read it yet.
I just read it! I didn't pick up this issue because I wasn't feeling the cover, and, boy, has this gone in a direction I wasn't expecting it to. Kim's Silk runs so far have been largely hindered by the fact that they're minis. She needed more time to flesh out the themes she wanted to tackle in Age of the Witch and similarly I think she needs more time for Nightmare Boulevard. But with what we got -- since Marvel isn't going to give any non-iconic/not-a-safe-bet character an ongoing at this point -- I think there were some interesting ideas floating around!
[Spoilers for Silk 2023 up to #4]
To quote myself like two months ago in a discord chat, Goo's intro to Saya was very fun and flirty but we still saw that hard streak under her: blowing up Kasha, leaving Silk behind, etc. I said back then that if Kim could establish a motive that made sense, we had a potentially more interesting villain. And that happened, didn't it?!
Saya's motive makes sense, and I think it's very compelling with the two pages we got! A last-ditch effort to please your dad who you thought was dead the whole time? Okay, so we're working with very normal family dynamics, I see. I think this is such an intriguing twist to what happens to Saya after the 2021 run, and I do think that Kim consistently has solid ideas that can flesh out characters really well from what I have read of her (Silk and Tiger Division - note that I say ideas only (relevant later)). But having that cause for Saya's obsession would've landed better without Max's dialogue. The switch from Saya working to please her father to Max sort of threw the vibe off for me, because his dialogue was so on the nose. I would've rather wallowed in Albert's feelings at being left behind, which was far more interesting and compelling to me.
Casting both siblings as parallels I really liked fundementally if not the execution! Considering (if I remember correctly) that Max is the older brother I was not expecting that at all. It's a good utilization of the 2021 run where Max was nowhere to be seen in Silvermane's account of Saya's childhood, since that hammers home how irrelevant he feels (not even mentioned in the flashback about his sister!). I wish we saw him actually be a big brother more, trying and failing to guide Saya and the culture differences from being brought up in different countries. I wish this run was longer so we could see Saya's breaking point in real-time along with the Moon sibs' dynamic being shaken up more.
Kim suffers from being limited to 5 issues, but I don't think the thought truly hit me till issue #4. Seeing Saya's motivation and Max's info-dumping really really opened up my eyes to what could've been and left me wanting more than we got. So far I've been enjoying with the dream sequences and Albert playing a bigger role, but this issue sorta threw everything off-kilter because it felt lazy, everything is just stated, and we're left the fill in the holes ourselves -- except there's too many holes and all I have is a bucket. The ideas are there, the thoughts are there, but not enacted upon whether it's because of lack of space (only 5 issues) or just on the nose writing.
Cindy is also not a character made for a mini, she's literally built on internal struggles and needs time to THINK pls and ty xoxo. God, everything would be golden if 2021 was a transitional 5 issue run and the stuff we got after that were all 12+ issue runs diving deep into Cindy's journalist investigations of the witch, thoughts on identity, and then Saya breaking under pressure and the dreamscapes. Because I really like all the runs' plots and attempted themes!! I'm more frustrated at what could've been, so sorry this ask turned into a critique/complaint-fest!! I think Emily Kim has a lot of good ideas, and I don't want to condemn her as a bad writer if it's management fucking her over. Plus, it's so early in her career and she's improved a lot already compared to last year's run, it's just that Marvel keeps doing minis and it's killing the fun of comics. Even seasoned comic writers are struggling with the minis, I've heard, so I'm inclined to believe it's corporate fault. I just wish she had the space or time (or something?) to make those thoughts truly great and not just ideas floating around untethered.
Side note: Cindy and her theme of trying to lowkey save all her villains is something I deeply enjoy and I hope it continues for the final issue and everything that comes after!
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Sky and Nina:
Ima just Oc Info Dumb because why the hell not 🤷🏽‍♀️ (these are old drawings)
Sky and Nina are brother and sister, their relationship is very close and they tend to look out for each other all the time but I won’t lie that Sky has a bit of a sister complex 🧍🏽‍♀️
The world setting these two are in is a fantasy world, one where literally anything your imagination can muster up probably exists, so different species just casually walk around the streets. Humans exist too so I haven’t completely removed them off the face of the earth :)
Alright so let’s talk about Sky. Well he’s a 18 year old guy with severe sleeping problems such as; insomnia, sleep paralysis and occasionally might pass out during the day. Coffee and anything that would give him an energy boost is his best friend. The only other times he can get a goodnights sleep is if he sleeps/cuddles up with someone he trusts (which makes sense right? You get bad nightmares and the only way to feel safe is in the person you trust the mosts arms) and usually it is his sister, but sometimes it can be his most closes friends too. (Which I just realised is only girls 🥸 but don’t worry two of them are dating while the other is an asexual game obsessed nerd so that automatically rules them out lmao) This was only one thing about sky I HAVE MORE AHAHA-
When he was younger he encountered a few demon spirits that try to talk to him and weirdly try to comfort him whenever he was feeling down. Though they more freaked him out more than anything because whenever he would talk about one being right next to him the other person would get really confused and just assume he might of accidentally watched a horror movie and just has a wide imagination. Basically he could actually see demons and everyone would just assume it’s because he’s very imaginative. I say that he might of accidentally watched a horror movie because horror movies was actually his mother’s favourite genre of shows to watch, so it would usually be on the TV whenever she would be on it. And although the horror movies did scare him it never had anything to do with the actual demons around him. In fact ever since he was 6 years old there had been this one specific demon that has been by his side since 6 to 18 years old, Sky liked to call them Siren because they occasionally they would sound like one and it’s what freaks him out the most but actually Siren has another name which Sky refused to call them. Their real name was actually Mittens but that’s it, Mittens wouldn’t talk about themselves. Only talk about Sky and whatever he was thinking because they have been in Sky’s head most of his life that they know exactly everything there is to know about the blonde male. Almost like are trapped with Sky forever. Mittens would love to do physical damage but the chains on Sky’s wrists are made with magic to keep the demons from actually touching him or any other person. Kind of like how Sky is like the gate between Humans and Demons. Now here’s the funny part, these chains on Sky’s wrists- yeah he actually has no idea who put them on him since one day at the age of 8 years old he woke up after a long night that felt like forever and had these chains that ended up being impossible to remove. Almost like they were super glued to his skin, later on as a few years past he found out it non other than his own mother who put them on :0 DUN DUN DUNN- to protect him from the evil that would ever come across his way. Before he had them he would get injured or scratched up in his sleep so the mother had no choice but to do what she did even if it meant being in debt to someone for it. That debt was her life. She died when Sky was 9 years old.
So yeah that’s the emo boy for you 👍🏽 ON TO HIS LITTLE SISTER ☝️💥💥
Nina is 7 years younger than Sky so that would make her currently 11 years old. Now you might understand why he has the need to protect his younger sister? For she is the only family member he has. Plus Nina has actually been blind her entire life, from the moment she was born the doctor’s found out that she just about made it but will likely suffer blindness for her entire life. So she has no idea on what the world she lives in truly looks like. Though she really does enjoy being outside in the nature so she can feel the breeze and the grass and whatever animals or insects decide to come near her. Kind of the complete polar opposite to her older brother who likes staying indoors more. Sometimes she goes out with her brother (mostly) and sometimes she’ll go out with her friends who understands her blindness and tries to take care of her during school and out of school. Basically she is loved by good people with a good heart and that’s all that matters to her. Now here comes fantasy kick because from the age of 6 she once thought she could see again but really what she was seeing was the spirits that have already died but continues to live on as spirits. (Basically the brother sees demons while the sister can see spirits, I like think that they remind me as a devil and angel) And the first spirit she saw was non other than the loving mother she never got to spend more time with, sadly 😔.
I’d like to just say that their mother never purposely left it was more so that she just wanted to keep her children safe from any harm no matter what, even if it costed her life for a better result. Fun fact, she knew of both her children’s ability but never said anything because she figured they would be too young to understand the full story.
I’ve given them such a tragic backstory BUT IT WAS NECESSARY!! Also if your reading this message then congrats for reading my rambling about these two specific characters that are actually very important characters in the main story of mine. Good job 👍🏽 you might as well tell me what you think of it right? Maybe even suggest some improvements or questions 👀
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cowteapot · 2 years
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Stranger Things HC
Summary: ever wonder what it would be like to live in Hawkins when the world isn’t ending?
All characters x reader (platonic)
Warnings: cursing, substance use, violence, reader is older like let’s say 17-19 area
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You’re childhood best friend is Johnathan.
You met the kids through Will and the others through Nancy, you all became great friends
They make you sit through D&D games even if you are interested, these games last for HOURS, it’s hard to even understand how someone could sit in one position for so long. Your character died in the first two hours but you were absolutely not allowed to leave so you really just ended up with your head in your hand, struggling to stay awake
You work at the record store and it’s usually quite except for the group of children that hang around. Max actually buys things, Dustin flips through the records and complains, Lucas sifts through the cassettes and messes up the nice piles, Mike bumps into shelves and makes many messes while talking to El and Will sits at the counter with you apologizing for his friends
Will comes out to you first. You hold him close for hours and reassure him that you will always love and accept him no matter what
Max braids you bracelets and you better wear them all or else she will get aggressive
Eddie and Steve were secretly childhood besties but stopped hanging out after Steve’s parents said that Eddie was a freak and they didn’t like his influence
Dustin always sunburns on the backs of his knees and no one knows how
Max and Eddie are trailer neighbors and Robin lives a few down. All three of them have secret Thursday night movies nights that the rest of the group doesn’t know about because it’s for trailer neighbors + Robin only
No one talks about Steve and Nancy’s relationship, like literally no one talks about it
You teach Max how to be a slightly safer driver but still shes not allowed to drive anywhere when Steve is around
Eddie is oddly clumsy. You’ve seen this man fall up the stairs, fall out of a sitting position and slip on air
Robin claims to like halloween but every time anything slightly scary happens she’s over it
Max likes to drag everyone to Halloween stores around September. Her costumes are always planned super early and her plan for the night usually consists of scaring the shit outta everyone, stealing candy and smashing pumpkins
Study nights are hosted at Steve’s house and he cuts up apple slices and makes little finger sandwiches for everyone
Eddie doesn’t want to admit it but Labyrinth is the scariest movie he’s ever seen even tho it did come out when he was an adult (1986) he had nightmares for three weeks
Hopper basically has adopted Max too
You gave El the sex talk because hopper physically couldn’t. Like the idea of speaking about sex to his child made him sick to his stomach
Dustin’s mom is quite passive aggressive
Eddie’s trailer smells like pee, cigarettes, weed and tomato soup
Steve hates tomato’s, mushrooms, ketchup and milk
Robin once choked on a peanut M&M and now she refuses to eat any kind of M&M
Nancy is allergic to peanuts, idk she gives off peanut allergy vibes
Billy smells weird. Like stale cigarettes, shitty cologne, dry beer and ball sweat
You’re banished from Steve’s car after laughing so hard the milkshake you were drinking shot out or your mouth and all over his window and dashboard
Mrs. Wheeler is a gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Like queen full on makes her kids feel bad for needing anything, is always screaming at Nancy and she hates all of you except Steve
Uncle Wayne is the best parent to talk when you have problems, no hate to Joyce but you could talk to Wayne about drugs, sex, police and about anything else and he will never and I mean never be upset or judge. Like Joyce would’ve yelled at you for doing drugs and explain how dangerous they are and Wayne will simply tell you to be safe
Argyle has IBS
Jonathan will physically fist fight you if you put your outside clothes on his bed
Erica is a little evil child. She once went through your wallet and absolutely roasted the shit outta your id photo
Mike once threw up in an empty fast food cup and didn’t know what to do so he hid it under his bed for three months
Steve called all of his friends over to his house because his dad hugged him. It was genuinely a very depressing party
Every time hopper cooks everyone needs to smile and nod while choking down the meal
Jonathan says things that cause an extensive amount of concern, “I think we should start legal euthanization at age 65”
You can’t help it but when Eleven was going through her a few words era you couldn’t help but laugh especially when hopper told you about her whole ghost thing
max was a little middle school drug dealer. Girl used to steal loose cigarettes and pills out of the medicine cabinet and sell them
Joyce is a clueless queen! You’ve come over with Jonathan higher than a kite and devoured everything in sight while opening cans after cans of soda and take one sip before leaving it somewhere and she just thinks you both had a long day
Nancy gives everyone makeovers
Max is a little pissed off human and sometimes you just make her sit down and drink an apple juice cause she gets aggressive
You were Dustin’s first kiss at the winter dance and you earned him some street cred for bringing someone older and kissing them
Steve will never let you live down your kiss with Dustin even tho it was literally a peck on the lips
Eddie once called max “carrot top” and you all had to physically detain her after she chased him down, tackled him and rubbed his face into the ground
Our beautiful baby boy Will has smoked weed and when he confessed Johnathan was upset but you and argyle were up and screaming within seconds about how you were right because that missing Joint Johnathan blamed you two on smoking was stolen by his own baby brother
Mike is a little shit head. For a solid month he carried around water balloons in his backpack and threw them at his friends whenever he got the chance but he eventually stopped after Max held his head in the sink until he almost passed out
Everyone goes to Lucas’ games and cheers him on like the proud little family you are
Dustin can’t lie for shit
You’ve caught Hopper beating his meat in his office and you cried while he apologized over and over again
Joyce is a pumpkin spice queen. Halloween is coming and mama Byers has cute little orange and brown decorations with so many pumpkin spice candles it’s all anyone can smell due to it burning into their nose hairs
Steve has a box of tissues and wet wipes in his car for El when she gets her nose bleeds
Lucas doesn’t do blood. Someone’s bleeding? Boy is passed out
Holly barks.
Ted has hit on you. Many times.
Argyle and Johnathan have made out in a high state
Nancy gave El a makeover once, one time. She did the works, hair, makeup, and clothes but when hopper came home to his little girl with lipstick and a dress on he lost his shit, never again.
Robin has intense arachnophobia. Like the sight or even mention of spider she’s lost it, itching her body and looking around for the bug
Nancy has a gun chest. You saw it one time while at the wheeler house when the girl was searching for her lipstick and walked over to her bed, pulled out a large wooden chest, pulled the key out from her shirt where it rested on a chain and unlocked the large chest. Probably fifteen guns sat in it, she reached in and fumbled around before pulling out the tube, you stood behind her in shock
“Nancy. WHAT THE FUCK?!”
You got Will absolutely fucking annihilated one night after he begged you and Johnathan to let him share a beer with you guys. You agreed but one turned into two and two turned into the boy fast asleep on the bathroom floor
Lucas has this little girl scream that everyone finds hilarious. You found it out after a long Halloween night, everyone practically crawling back into the Byers residence when out of no where a masked figure pops out of the bushes and yells, Lucas in his fright screamed at the top of his lungs which scared all of you more than the figure. The figure pulled off its mask to reveal max who stood with her mouth agape staring at her boyfriend. You spent the rest of the night trying to scare him again
Robin gets everyone Christmas presents. They may not be as extravagant as Steve’s presents but they’re thoughtful, she got Nancy gun cleaner, Johnathan a rolling tray, Steve got Farrah Fawcett spray and so on
When Billy was still kicking it he loved rom coms and chick flicks
Steve’s Bi. He is and I don’t care what you have to say
Robin tried to smoke but a single cigarette caused her to go into a coughing fit until she puked
You, Steve and Eddie share the children. Like you each have a day as if you’re a divorced throuple co-parenting. One day someone’s on snacks, someone’s on the head count and entertainment while someone else drives and it switches on days
You three have definitely pretend you were the parents of the kids when out in public. Using excessive pet names and telling the kids to go see “mommy/daddy” just to see the rise it got from people around you
You tried to take everyone to see a movie like in theater and it was a shit show. Dustin wanted the sour patch kids but Lucas was eating them, Will didn’t want to sit so close to the screen, El didn’t like how cold the theater was even tho you told her to bring a a blanket, Max fell asleep, Mike kept asking questions, Eddie was yelling at Mike, Steve got up and left and you were on the verge of crying. You all never did that again.
Mike has ADHD
The kids are kind of scared of you when you get pissed at them. Like sometimes when you’re not there Steve threatens to call you
Steve has coffee with Joyce and they talk about being moms
Hopper likes to tickle El. He loves to see her squirm and scream through deep belly giggles as she kicks her feet and tries to fight him off
Eddie peed the bed till he was 13. Sometimes still does.
You gave El, Max and Erica the period talk like the whole talk. Explaining tampons, pads, cramps, hygiene and all that goodness. You made sure they were prepared with their own little period bags and that they knew what to do in case of an emergency
Steve is Reba. He’s a single mom who works two jobs, who loves his kids and never stops
Hopper asks so many questions when he finds out Robin is gay. He’s not asking them to be weird it’s just he has a daughter and he wants to know these things just in case she may or may not like girls
Hopper also had you give him the period talk, he now fully understands the difference between flows, best aid for cramps and how to get blood out of anything
One time while watching a true crime documentary Argyle and Jonathan saw that they caught a guy because of what he was buying at a hardware store, they didn’t believe it so they bought as many ‘serial killer’ things they could at a hardware store to see what would happen but the girl at the checkout stand just thought they were building a sex room
Will, Mike, Dustin and Lucas sneak behind the curtain at family video, ya know the one where they show pornos and old guys go wack off in a room together? Yea the snuck into one of those, Will didn’t really want to but his friends were going so he went but anyway it was really awkward when Steve pulled them out by their shirt collars and kicked them out
Dustin’s mom listens into all of his calls and it’s gotten to the point that when ever one of the group calls they say hello to her
Lucas’ mom is an essential oil mom and he’s not allowed to have sugar
You and Eddie have a mutual agreement that if you’re not dead, in jail or married by 30 you’ll marry each other and raise cats
You obviously aren’t gonna be marrying each other….
Max has a collection of knives that is quite concerning but hey at least she’s got a hobby
Dustin’s mind was blown when he first saw Rocky Horror Picture show. He ran to the record store and asked if you had a copy of the soundtrack which you responded with a “it’s been out for like 10 years man. No?”
Eddie worships the ground Meatloaf walks on. Not the food, the musician (rip)
Steve LOVES Grease
Nancy is secretly a little metal head
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Finally, I’ve Found You.
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Words: 4938
Warnings: Swearing, Smut, ABO, Protective Sam, Possessive Dean, Claiming, Scenting, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Control, Hair Pulling, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, knotting....Think that’s it :)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Bingo Square: @spnkinkbingo - Free Space - ABO Soul Mates
Summary: When your protective Alpha best friend takes you to meet his family, things don’t go quite to plan. You end up finding something, or someone, you’ve been looking for your whole life. 
Beta: @negans-lucille-tblr Thank you again babe! :D
Divider: @firefly-graphics
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Being an Omega in this part of the world was nothing short of a nightmare - Omegas were treated as slaves and fuck toys for Alphas. When your parents had died, you were even more scared than ever before. Being left alone in this world was terrifying, you hadn’t told anyone, not until you’d met Sam Winchester. He was an Alpha through and through,” - at least, that’s what he let the outside world believe. To you he was your best friend, and your protector. He was a complete sweetheart, even when you knew it was hard for him not to give into his nature. 
The most that he ever did was snap at you, but that was only when his rut hit particularly hard or your heat or his rut started before either of you were ready. Even then though, he would lock himself away, or he would lock you away and keep you safe, until those days passed. You wanted to want Sam in that way, and you knew he felt the same, but neither of you had ever been able to bring yourselves to do anything. 
There were times you’d talked about it at length; the possibility of you being his, but you’d always come to the same conclusion. It wasn’t right, for either of you, and it wouldn’t be fair. You were worried though, because if Sam wasn’t supposed to be yours, then who was? And were they even half as sweet, hot and caring as your best friend? You only knew what you’d been told by your other Omega friends, once you found your mate, you would just know.
“You ready to go?” Sam asks as he walks into your room, with a big excited grin on his face.
“Sam, are you sure about this?” you sigh as you finish zipping up your suitcase for the weekend.
“Y/N, trust me! My family are going to love you.” 
“You know I trust you, more than anyone on the planet, but I don’t know if It’s such a good idea. I’m not exactly special, I’m just like any other Omega,” you sigh as he takes the suitcase from your grip, and you hear him huff quietly.
“I’ve told you before, that isn’t how any of my family see it. Besides, you’re my best friend, they know how much you’ve been there for me. Even if you are a giant pain my ass. Now come on, stop complaining,” he winks at you over his shoulder.
You roll your eyes and follow him out of the door.
“Fine, but you better not leave me on my own,” you huff out, locking the door behind you.
-
Luckily the drive doesn’t take as long as you thought it might, and all too soon you’re pulling up to a gorgeous home, with perfectly kept lawn and two classic cars in the driveway. You wring your hands in your lap, feeling the nerves creeping up on you even more than you’d expected. You can feel the need to be sick pressing against the back of your throat. Sam must notice because seconds later you feel a big hand on top of both of yours, and you feel a slight sense of calm start to settle over you.
“Sam, I told you not to use those Alpha powers of yours on me,” you laugh slightly, feeling grateful that he doesn’t always listen to you.
“Y/N, you’re shaking and you’re breathing too hard. I don’t want you passing out on me, just breathe,” he smiles gently, the complete picture of calm, as always.
It takes a few moments, but you finally manage to get your breathing under control, and your heart stops racing.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t think that’s ever happened before,” you swallow thickly, climbing out of the car and following Sam as he pulls your suitcases out.
Sam looks you over and frowns, “now you mention it, I’ve never seen you like this. Did we work out the days wrong? Is your heat due or something?”
You think on it for a moment as Sam leads you to his parents house, and over to the front door.
“I, uh, no. I only had one a two weeks ago. You know I only have one a month, it can’t be that.” 
Before Sam can respond the door is pulled open, and a grinning couple fill the doorway. 
“Sam! It’s great to see you son.” The older man steps forward and embraces Sam in a tight hug, that Sam returns with a big grin. Before turning to the older woman and doing the same. It’s clear to see they’re his mom and dad. The family resemblance is beyond obvious.
“Mom, dad, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my mom and dad, Mary and John Winchester,” Sam introduces fondly.
“Great to finally meet you, Y/N! Sam has told us all about you,” John smiles warmly, giving you a quick hug which you return nervously. 
“We really have heard so much about you, thank you so much for looking after our baby,” Mary grins, and pulls you into another hug.
“Now, come on inside you two,” Mary tells you both, moving aside so you can follow Sam into the house.
“Sammy!” You hear from down the hall, and you follow Sam further into the house, watching as Sam is embraced by a slightly shorter man with sandy hair. You smile at the display of affection. it’s so nice to see Sam surrounded by family, he’d always spoken about them, and you’re guessing this must be the brother he’d told you countless stories about, Dean.
Suddenly Dean looks up and his eyes lock with yours over Sam’s shoulder, you feel like a rug has been pulled from under your feet and you stumble back a little. Your heart thuds painfully in  your chest, and you swallow thickly around the lump that’s lodged in your throat. You bite your lip as his nostrils flair and feel yours do the same as his scent hits you, and it’s like you can see his eyes darken before you.
Your words are stuck in your throat, until Mary comes to your side and wraps her arms around you, “Y/N? Are you feeling okay, sweetie. Do you need to sit down?” 
Her voice sounds a little distant, like you have cotton wool lodged in your ears, but you hear her faintly all the same.
“Yes, please. Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” you all but whisper, tearing your gaze away from Dean, as Sam pulls away from him to come and stand by your side.
Mary and Sam lead you into the living room and help you get settled on the sofa.
“Are you okay?” Mary checks again, as she sends Sam away to help his father outside with the grill.
“Y-Yeah, I think so. I think I just need a minute, long drive,” you explain as you try and reassure her, and she nods in understanding.
“Okay honey, if you need anything we’ll just be outside okay?” 
“Thank you, Mrs Winchester,” you sigh, leaning back against the soft sofa, and you let your eyes close for a moment. You feel her squeeze your hand and the sofa dips as she steps away.
You suck in a deep breath and your eyes snap open, as an unusual but tantalising mix of scents fill your nose. It’s like leather, spice, oil and something you don’t quite recognise. Then your gaze falls on the door you’d come through earlier, and on him.
You sit a little straighter and shift awkwardly in your seat.
“Hi, you must be, Dean. I’m Y/N,” you practically whisper as he walks further into the room.
He looks you up and down and licks his lips, his gaze heated, like he can see through your clothes and it makes you shiver.
“Nice to meet you, sweetheart,” his voice is almost a growl as he talks, and he takes the seat right next to you, holding out his hand for you to shake.
You take his hand and your eyes lock with his, a complete calmness settles over you and you can feel yourself leaning into him. Dean swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he repositions his hand, so that his fingers are moving between yours, intertwining your hand with his own.
“Alpha,” you whimper leaning in closer, following his lead, until his forehead is pressed against yours.
“Omega,” he practically growls, scooting his body closer to you and breathing deeply, as his free arm curls around your waist tightly, almost possessively.
“There’s something about you… I don’t understand. I’ve never felt anything like this before,” you mutter, almost disbelieving, like if you say it too loud he’ll disappear. 
“Neither have I, but I can smell it. I know you’re mine.” 
He says it with such finality, and you want to believe him because, fuck, he’s perfect. Gorgeous, strong, great family. But beyond that you don’t know anything about him, you’ve literally just met, but something tells you that you can trust him, that he’s right, and you are his and he’s yours.
“B-But we’ve just met, Dean,” you stutter, as the hand gripping your waist slips just beneath your t-shirt and brushes your skin.
“Don’t care. You’re mine, I know you are. I can feel it, I can smell it, and I know you can too,” he growls as your free hand rests on his thigh to steady yourself.
“I can feel it, in every bone in my body, Dean. But we can’t,” you protest weakly, trying to pull away, but he holds your body tight against his.
He pulls back and looks at your face, “Is it Sam?” he huffs, and you can hear the unease in his voice, you can tell he’s forcing down a possessive growl.
“Why would it be anything to do with Sam? He’s my best friend, and that’s it. We both feel the same,” you sigh as he pulls away further, and you groan as your stomach rolls painfully.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, I’ll let you rest, just pretend this never happened, okay?” he grits out, voice shaking as he backs away slowly.
“No, Dean, don’t. I didn’t mean you had to go!” you call after him, but before you can get up he’s already left, and you hear the back door slam closed.
-
Dinner had been really great, full of great conversation and stories of Sam and Dean when they were younger, not to mention the amazing food. It only made you more confused as to why Sam never cooked more often at home. But after ten minutes, something had changed with Dean, and he’d gone to eat in his room, claiming that he had to make a call for work.
You’re all now sitting in the living room, while Mary shows you photos of Sam and Dean when they were babies. When suddenly a wave of pain hits you from nowhere, and you grip Sam’s arm tightly.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asks immediately, and he looks really worried as he takes you in.
“No. Something’s wrong,” you whimper, wiping at your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand. Sam carefully helps you to your feet and you cling onto him tightly. 
“Mine.” Comes a growl from the doorway, snapping everyone's attention away from you and towards Dean.
“Dean? What the hell do you mean ‘Mine’?” Sam questions defensively, putting himself between you and his brother, pushing your body behind him. 
“Alpha,” you whine, reaching for Dean, and Sam has to hold you tighter against his side, so you don’t fall to the floor.
Everyone seems to be looking between you and Dean, before John groans quietly, “Fuck, I shoulda noticed earlier. Sammy you need to let her go, son,” he tells his youngest son gently, as he walks towards you and Sam. 
Sam looks at his father as though he’s gone mad and holds you tighter.
“No way, clearly Dean’s lost his damn mind, he’s not going anywhere near her. I’ve kept her safe for years, but I didn’t think I’d have to protect her from my own family.” 
Your eyes lock with Dean’s and you whimper as he starts to walk towards you, feeling the slick gathering between your thighs.
“Sam. Listen to me, Dean must be her mate. You said yourself that Y/N isn’t due a heat, right?” John asks calmly, stepping between his boys.
“Not for another two weeks, why? What the hell does that have to do with anything?!” Sam exclaims with disbelief.
“Well, your brother has literally just had his rut. So by rights, he was safe, unless…” John trails off, maybe hoping Sam is understanding.
“Sam, please. I need him,” you moan pathetically, as John growls at his eldest son warning him to step back, in an effort to calm the situation down.
“It must be another heat, Y/N, it’s the only explanation. You’re not thinking clearly-” you unintentionally cut Sam off, when a scream rips through your throat and you double over in pain, with Sam’s arms the only thing stopping you from hitting the floor.
Dean whimpers and looks around his father, locking eyes with his brother, looking like a scared puppy.
“Sammy, please. Let me help her,” Dean groans, running his fingers through his sweat soaked hair.
“No. I’m the one who looks after her, not you,” Sam growls defensively.
You’re starting to lose consciousness, and your eyes are heavy, sweat dripping from your forehead. You’ve never felt anything this intense in your entire life. Suddenly a smaller pair of arms wrap around you and help you sit back on the sofa, you look up at Mary, and she’s barely in focus. 
“Honey, I need you to focus, look at me okay.” 
“Can’t, Mary. I’m so tired,” you slur, feeling the sofa dip the other side of you.
“Doll, listen to me, you can’t fall asleep, you’re burning up.” Comes John’s deep voice from your other side, and you lean into him when he presses a cool rag against your forehead.
“‘mega, tell me what you need, let me help,” Dean whispers, carefully cupping your cheeks in his big warm hands. You force your eyes open, and you can see the pain in his eyes, and the tick in his jaw as though he’s clenching his teeth.
“Alpha, please. Need you, don’t go,” you beg desperately, reaching out and grabbing his shirt in your fists. Dean’s hands cover yours and he tries to hush you gently, and you notice that you’re both alone in the room now. Your legs are still like jelly, so when you try and stand you practically collapse into Dean’s arms.
You nuzzle at his neck and purr as his scent surrounds you, feeling your vision clear slightly as your lips press against his skin.
“Not here,” Dean growls, his voice deep, husky and thick with need as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you bridal style, putting a stop to your attempt to push his shirt from his shoulders.
You clench your thighs together as another wave of arousal grips you, and you feel Dean’s fingers tighten against your body as he carries you up the stairs. When you reach the second door on the left, Dean walks inside and then kicks the door closed behind him. He heads over to the large bed and lays you down carefully, before sitting down beside you, and brushing the sweat soaked hair away from your face. The familiar feeling of your heat coursing through your body is even stronger than it’s ever been before, and you can feel yourself curling around Dean as soon as he lays down beside you. 
“It hurts, Dean,” you whimper, hooking one of your legs over his body as he wraps his arms around you and you find yourself rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to find some kind of release. 
“Shh, sweetheart, just breathe. You’re makin’ it real hard to be a gentleman right now,” his voice is practically a growl, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
You bite your lip as you look up at him, “I don’t want a gentleman, I want my Alpha. I want you.”
Dean’s arms tighten around you and you feel the growl in his throat right before you hear it, “Fuck you smell good ‘mega. I could smell you as soon as you walked through that door. Haven't stopped thinking about it since I first laid eyes on you.” 
“I don’t understand how this all happened so fast, but I know you’re my Alpha, I can feel it,” you whisper as he cups your cheek and you feel relief flood your body when he pulls you into a kiss. 
The kiss starts off careful and slow but quickly becomes more passionate, he gently pushes your hands back against the mattress, and you have to clench your fists to stop yourself from touching him. 
“Stay there, baby, let your Alpha make it better,” he whispers against your lips between intense kisses that seem to be turning your body to liquid. Dean’s hands are exploring every inch of you, his touch is firm and a little rough, but it’s just what you need right now. You can’t help but moan into his mouth when he starts tugging at your clothes.
When he pulls away from your lips to look into your eyes, you gasp for breath, quickly realising only your panties remain. Dean hums in approval, cupping your breasts in his big hands and he gently flicks over your nipples with his thumbs, biting his lip as he watches your face for a reaction. You arch into his touch, desperate to feel more of him.
“Oh God, fuck,” you whine needily as Dean runs his fingers over your soaked panties. 
Dean chuckles deeply, breath hot against your soft skin, and you shiver as he nips at your neck, “you want me to bite down just here,” he nips a little harder for emphasis, and you can’t help but moan as you struggle to nod. You arch your hips and moan his name as he pushes your panties aside, and he eases two thick calloused fingers inside your soaked entrance, slowly edging back and forth until they’re fully inside you. 
“Mmm, of course you do, my needy little Omega. You want me to claim what’s mine? Want me to fuck you until you can’t see straight, and you’re coming all over my knot?” You can tell his instincts are taking over, his voice is deeper, and his touch is almost bruising, but in the best way.
Dean rips your panties away from your body with his free hand. You barely even feel the sting of them ripping, only the slight pressure on your clit as he pulls them up and off of you. Then he leans over you, and he starts to curl his fingers inside you, pressing his free hand to your stomach so everything intensifies as he picks up a steady pace. Then his hand shifts and his thumb presses against your clit, your hands immediately reach out, and you grab hold of the first thing you can. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on tight, feeling the muscle bulge and relax as he pushes towards release, the look in his eyes makes you want to give in to whatever he says.
There's just something about him being fully clothed and fully in control, while you’re naked and at his mercy that makes the Omega in you purr appreciatively. 
Your stomach tightens and your pussy flutters around his fingers as he pushes you towards your first orgasm. You’re breathing heavy and writhing beneath him when suddenly he pulls his fingers free, and your body slumps against the bed, with a sheen of sweat coating your skin. You whimper as you look up at him, wishing you felt a little less pathetic, because you would kick his ass if he was one of the Beta’s you’d slept with before. But this is an Alpha - your Alpha.
Dean chuckles, leaning back as he starts to pull off his clothes, and you can’t take your eyes off of him.
“Oh my beautiful Omega, don’t make all of those pretty little noises right now. I promise I’ll make it better. But the first time you come for me I want it to be with my cock inside you, stretching out this tight little cunt.” You moan at his filthy words as he throws his shirt across the room, he’s perfect, and you can’t stop staring, unable to believe how lucky you are.
“Please, Alpha. I need to come so bad, wanna feel your knot.” The desperation in your voice is clear as you cling to the sweat soaked duvet under you.
His eyes lock with yours as a filthy and cocky smirk curls at his lips. You watch with bated breath as he pulls off his jeans and boxers, and his thick cock is freed from its confines.
“Hmm, am I your first Alpha, sweetheart? Your only Alpha? Is this the first knot you’re gonna take in that perfect little pussy?” Dean sounds far too pleased with himself as he asks those questions, but in the moment they only make you squirm more.
He strokes his cock slowly in one hand as he pushes his other hand between your legs, and his thumb circles your clit torturously slow. You don’t want to stop looking at him, but your entire body is shaking with need. You clench your thighs around his hand, trying your best to stave off your orgasm.
“Dean, please. I can’t hold it,” you whine desperately. 
To your relief his hand falls away, and you suck in a breath, feeling the heat of his body pressed against you forces you to open your eyes.
“You ready?” he asks quietly, voice husky and thick with need, and you feel the wide head of his cock pressing against your wet entrance.
You can feel his thighs quivering against your own, it’s pretty obvious he’s holding himself back. You meet his eyes and swallow hard, knowing that you couldn’t go back now, even if you wanted to. You need him, you can feel it deep down.
“Don’t you want me on my hands and knees, Alpha?” you ask, voice breathy, and you shiver feeling his fingers digging into your thighs.
“I’m trying to take it easy on you here, ‘mega, don’t push me,” his voice has lowered to a growl, and you know you’re poking the bear, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, you need him to lose control.
You slowly drag your hand down his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch, and you hear him suck in a breath when your hand wraps around his thick length.
“I can take it, Alpha, want you to fuck me like you mean it.” Dean grunts as your hand moves over him and you turn your head to the side, showing him your perfectly clear skin, free of any scars and stroke your fingers down the side.
“When you claim me, right here-” you don’t get time to finish your sentence, because Dean has pulled out of your grip and his rough hands flip you over and force you on your stomach.
You barely have time to suck in a breath before he’s hauling you up by your hips. Dean spreads your legs and the head of his wide cock presses inside you slowly, but then his hips snap forward, and you scream in pleasure as you lose your balance. Your fingers curl around your pillow and your back arches painfully, as he pulls out almost all of the way and snaps his hips forward again. The grip on your hips tightens, to the point you’re sure there will be bruises left behind.
“How’s that, my needy little Omega?” he growls, wrapping his fingers in your hair and tugging your head back harshly. You can’t speak, you can hardly breathe. 
“Ah fuck! Dean, please let me come!” you scream feeling your pussy spasm around his cock when he picks up a steady rhythm, deep and slow, and so hard you feel like your body is going to snap in half.
“Wait. I decide where I claim you, is that fucking clear?” he growls snapping his hips forward roughly.
“Fuck! Yes. Whatever you want, Alpha,” you whine obediently, impossibly close to the edge of a mind shattering orgasm. But even your body is refusing to disobey your Alpha.
“Mmm, good girl. C’mere,” he pants, tugging you back against him by your hair and nuzzling your neck. You don’t struggle, in fact, you find yourself relaxing against him.
“You wanna come all over my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Please, Dean, I need it,” you whine breathlessly, feeling his free hand roam your body slowly, as he cock continues to thrust into you teasingly.
“Then play with your clit while I fuck you. I wanna watch you fall apart, my desperate little ‘mega.” 
The sheets are soaked beneath you both, his rut and your heat are in full effect now, and you know you’d do anything he asked.
You drop your shaking hand between your legs and start to rub circles into your clit, feeling your pussy clamp down around his throbbing cock. You cry out when Dean starts to pick up his pace, his thrusts are precise, rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. 
“Ah! Alpha, right there!” you practically scream as he roughly tugs your hair, pulling your head to the side, exposing your neck and you feel his teeth gently tug at your skin.
The threat of him claiming you is enough to send you hurtling into the most powerful orgasm of your life. Your body shakes in his arms as he continues to fuck into you, your tight wet heat gripping him like a vice. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that Dean’s wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you pinned against him because you’ve gone limp in his arms.
“So sexy when you come ‘mega, such a perfect little pussy. You want it, baby girl? You want me to make you mine?” he grits out breathlessly. Your head is swimming as you feel another orgasm burning in your stomach, but his words are enough to make you moan in agreement. Dean chuckles, pushing the sweat soaked hair over one of your shoulders, “c’mon, ‘mega, need to hear you say it.” 
You tilt your head to the side again and feel his tongue against your skin, “take me, claim me, Alpha. Wanna be yours.”
“Oh fuck,” he moans sucking hard at your neck, “gonna make me come ‘mega, gonna fill you up,” his voice is a broken rasp as he fucks up into you, his pace brutal. 
He lets out an animalistic growl when his own release finally hits, and sinks his teeth into your neck, then you feel his knot swell inside you. His knot catches against your entrance as his cock pulses inside you, pulling another scream from you as your second orgasm shoots through your entire body. Gasping, you both crash down onto the mattress, with Dean’s body wrapped around you. 
Your bodies shake against one another as Dean pulls his teeth carefully from your neck, and licks softly at his claim mark. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you take a deep shaky breath, as a feeling of being complete finally settles over you. 
Dean presses kisses along your shoulder and brushes his fingers through your damp hair. 
“Remind me to buy Sammy a house for bringing you to dinner,” Dean chuckles, his voice hoarse from your time together. 
You giggle and lace your fingers with his, his hand feels so big against yours but it feels right.
“Just a house, huh?” you tease playfully.
He presses a soft kiss to your claim mark and he drags his teeth over your ear lobe, “mmm you’re right, maybe a mansion,” he whispers, every word punctuated with a soft kiss and roaming hands. You can’t help but be a little nervous, this is all so sudden. What if he changes his mind about you?
His cock slips free suddenly as his knot retracts, and he turns you in his arms, so that you’re facing him. The soft smile on his face is completely disarming, and you can’t help but smile back.
“I can practically hear you thinkin’, ‘mega. I promise we’re gonna figure all of this out.” 
You sigh softly and lean in, kissing him for the first time in what feels like forever. When you pull away his intense green eyes meet yours. 
“It doesn’t make any sense, but I trust you, Dean. You and me, it just feels right,” you tell him, and the emotion you’re feeling causes your voice to catch a little.
“That’s because it is. So, what do you say we get ourselves ready and go down to see everyone?, I think we have a little explaining to do, my beautiful Omega,” he whispers tenderly, cupping your cheek and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.
“Probably a good idea, Alpha,” you agree, feeling a blush come to your cheeks as your fingers graze over the claim mark on your neck. You weren’t expecting your life to change so drastically in a day, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.
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thefanficmonster · 3 years
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Innocent Life
Ethan Winters (Resident Evil Biohazard) & Child!Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death, Grief, Spoilers for RE8:Village, Swearing
Genre: Angst
Summary: As Ethan stands outside the ruins of Luiza’s house, looking the aftermath of the death he barely escaped in the eye, he cannot get the wails and cries of a child out of his head. Takes him a bit to realize they’re not a product of his trauma.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for the wonderful request, I had a blast writing it - what can I say, angst is my specialty hehe. Hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤
How the hell is this happening? Why is this happening? Why to me? Why my family? Why were we the ones chosen for this suffering to be thrown upon? What did my daughter do to deserve this, for fuck’s sake?!
Why does everyone around me die? Why do I always loose everyone?
I’m the problem....
His knees are weak, his head’s spinning. His lungs have filled with smoke and ash so much he can barely breathe. His eyes sting, reddened around the edges, his vision blurry. However, what bothers him most is the mess that is currently his mind - swimming with the feeling of betrayal, sorrow and dread.
He lost so much so suddenly and in such a short amount of time. He lost Chris - someone he thought of as a friend but has now been replaced by a coldblooded killer and backstabber. He refuses to believe that’s still the Chris who saved him and Mia from Louisiana, he has to be dead.
Mia....
He lost Mia. He’s lost her before countless times - he lost her when he though she was dead, he kept losing her and getting her back at the Bakers’ residence as she switched between her monstrous form and being herself. He lost her again when they made it back, when her mind was clouded and darkened, when all she needed was solitude and when he wasn’t allowed anywhere near her as doctors upon doctors used her as a research object. And now he’s lost her again, this time for good. It’s just him and Rose now.
Or it would be if she too wasn’t taken from him, leaving him in the pit of grief and loss, both emotions at an intensity he’s never experienced before. Like a drill going through his heart, or a sledgehammer breaking it down to shards. Or as though his heart’s completely vanished, unable to take the anguish Ethan’s existence has become. The anguish that will live on for as long as he will.
Those three years of Mia being gone.
That nightmarish night back in Louisiana.
The horrific sight of dozens of bullets entering his wife’s body in front of his very eyes as he remained helpless.
The sound of Rose’s wailing cries.
God, he can still hear them. And oh so vividly. Like a cursed, haunting loop in his brain. If he closes his eyes he can almost imagine her being a few feet from him, near him, giving him the opportunity to soothe her, calm her down, tell her it’s all gonna be ok even if it seems like hell at the moment. Promising he’d make it all alright and make the right people pay for what’s happened.
But then finally, he picks up on it - the oddity in the cries he’s hearing.
They’re too realistic for a mind to be able to produce. They’re too loud and too close and are external. And, most importantly, they sound like the cries of an older child.
Ethan quickly snaps himself back to reality, coming to terms with the knowledge that the sounds he’s hearing are a part of it and not some dark corner of his mind. Despite the horror he feels and creep up, taking over his whole body in the form of cold sweat, he still takes a step towards the source of the ear-splitting and heart-sinking noise. It’s instinctively human to feel a sickening feeling of sympathy combined with the need to shield something so powerless from any harm.
To save an innocent life.
Heading towards the side of what used to be Luiza’s house he spots it - a crib on top of which there’s a pile of rubble and wooden planks. The thing seems to barely be standing and yet it’s harboring the child whose cries have now grown louder. Ethan’s frozen for a few moments, frozen with fear. Frozen with the overwhelming thought that there’s no way he can save that child. Frozen and powerless, just like he was on the floor of his own home as life left Mia’s body.
You didn’t do anything for her....
The sound of a crack in the already weak wood, seemingly coming from the child’s crib, sends all his senses on edge, his adrenaline once again starting to rush through his veins.
But you can do something for that child, Ethan! Do something before it’s too late!
Within the blink of an eye, Ethan finds himself standing above the unsteady wooden structure, putting all his strength into removing the rubble that has thankfully piled atop the wooden planks, preventing anything from landing on the baby and harming it. Hell, it’s a miracle it didn’t suffocate from the smoke in the first place. Its cries are put to a halt when its wide eyes land on Ethan, who’s looking back at the toddler with the same amount of distress.
“Hi there. It’s ok, you’re safe now.“ He finds himself breathing out shakily as his trembling hands reach down, picking up the now silent toddler. “It’s ok, little one. You’re a literal miracle, you know that?“ His gaze travels over the ruin the house has become, the house that was this child’s home. Its family’s home. This toddler knows loss much like Ethan does, or it will when it grows up. But as of now, it’s secured in the bubble of blissful ignorance due to infancy.
And Ethan has come across yet another bump in the road: making his way in the castle was already gonna be a difficult and possibly lethal venture, but doing it with a child in his arms, that’s a death sentence for both him and the kid.
“You and I have a thing for surviving hell, but not even I am willing to take the risk of taking you with me, kid.“ He gently caresses the toddlers head as its big awed eyes blink up at him with curiosity.
One one hand, a castle with horrors he’s yet to be familiar with; on the other, a village which’s horrors he’s already seen and experienced and would rather die right in this very spot than subject this innocent kid to them.
Ethan’s once again stranded.
“What do I do with you, kid? Being with me won’t bring you any good. I’m like a death sentence to everyone around me.“ His heart breaks as he says that because - in his mind and by his logic - it’s the truth. It’s the only thing that makes sense in such a nonsensical situation.
Then suddenly, an idea sparks, fueling what little hope and courage he has left and getting his legs to move from the spot they’ve been stuck in for the past God knows how long. That’s not important right now. What matters is that, for the first time since this nightmare started, Ethan Winters has a clue of what he’s doing. He’s got a plan.
                                                                *  *  *
“I see you have returned!“ The Duke greets him with his signature lazy smile before his gaze lands on the child in Ethan’s arms, his eyes widening in surprise, “Oh, and you’ve got company!“
“Actually...“ Ethan stops in front of the shop, adjusting his grip on the kid, “They’ll be keeping you company from now until....well, until I come back.“
“And where is it you’re planning on going?“ The Duke asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern, “Perhaps you don’t suppose I know how to take care of a child.“
Ethan grows irritated, “Perhaps you don’t suppose I’m gonna take a kid into that castle you called me insane for wanting to go in myself. Trust me, I wouldn’t be leaving them with you if it wasn’t my only choice.” When he doesn’t receive a verbal response from the Duke, more of an expression change that suggested he’s accepting of this, Ethan grow relieved, turning to the toddler that hasn’t taken its eyes off him even for a second. “Hey, you’re gonna be just alright with the big guy, ok? He’s gonna keep you safe until I come back.” His initial intention was to say ‘even if I don’t come back’ but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it, not to the kid at least, “Until then...” He pauses when a name automatically pops up in his head, “Until then, Y/N, you’ll stay here with the Duke.”
After that heavy-hearted goodbye, Ethan reluctantly hands the kid - Y/N - over to the Duke, a shift they are not very happy about seeing as how they start wailing immediately.
“You owe me plenty, Mr. Winters.“ The Duke says with a frown on his face, displeased and already developing a headache from the child’s cries.
“I owe you nothing. What you’re doing is basic human decency.“ Ethan glares at him before turning his attention to Y/N, “Hey, it’s alright. I know you two aren’t big fans of one another, but I promise I won’t take long. I’ll be back before you know it.“ Planting a quick reassuring kiss on top of the child’s head, he steps away, relieved to find they don’t break out in a crying fit again.
With that peace of mind, he takes off on the path that’ll lead him to the castle. A part of him has found some peace, knowing that one innocent life has been saved.  However, there’s still one awaiting rescue. And he’ll be damned if he’s not the rescuer.
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