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lilyliveredlittlerichboy · 8 months

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Harrow brainrot time

I did the thing I wanted to do so now, it is time to start my read through and liveblog of Harrow The Ninth.

But first! It's been a few days since I finished Gideon, so I just wanna round up my main feelings and take-aways from Gideon The Ninth, before I go delving into the sequel.

First up, oh my god, what an adorable goof Gideon is. I love her cluelessness. I love her horniness. I love how strong and skilled she is. I love her irreverence, her quips, her emotive narration. I hate and also love how easily she sacrifices herself for Harrow. I loved their relationship sooooooo, so much, so early on. Such interesting characters. So much trauma. My god. Hold me.

The whole "come to the first with your cavalier and become lyctor" thing seemed disconcerting at first, then kind of nice, then suddenly became almost hunger games-type horror. Upon rereading the very first bit, it seems even in the letter, the first summons, it said "Lyctors joined with their cavaliers"; that type of subtle foreshadowing is bound to hit me hard once I actually reread the whole thing, for real, which I will do, probably after I finish Harrow.

(Let me know if you want a liveblog of my reread as well... I'm hoping to find paper copies of the books before starting the reread, also because apparently there are little tidbits and short stories in the paper versions that I haven't found in the archive dot org pdf.)

Ah, what can I say. I really liked the whole book! I loved Dulcinea and her reveal came as a big shock! Ianthe's coldblooded ascension to Lyctorhood didn't come as a massive surprise (hers was a name I'd seen passed around fandom before I even started - so I always suspected there was more behind the bloodless facade in Coronabeth's shadow). I loved Palamedes and Camilla, I hope we learn what happened to Camilla as she was still alive when we last saw her.

As far as the Harrow brainrot is concerned.... ohhhhh my god Harrow. Like, I liked her from the start, as a character (if not really, at first, as a person) - what an interesting foil to set Gideon up with! But then it was revealed what huge trauma she's been carrying around with her since, basically she was born. The pool scene made me go absolutely feral. Oh my godddddd. HARROWWWWWWWW

Needless to say, I can't wait to spend a whole book with her, narratively. It might be too much to hope for, but I really hope she doesn't fare too terribly. The ending just tore me to shreds. Oh Harrow. Oh Gideon. Oh Gideon you stupid little idiot!! You lovable goof!! Why did you have to sacrifice yourself like that!! I mean, I understand why but also WHYYYYYYYYY. you get me, I'm sure.

I'm gonna attach my little ficlet that I wrote, in pain, right after finishing Gideon the Ninth; without any context whatsoever from the sequels. It's a massive projection. This is how I would be, in Harrow's situation, if I were Harrow. Take it with a pinch of salt. I just wrote this to get the hurt out.

Enjoy, and I will commence my reading of Harrow the Ninth very shortly!!

Alternative Epilogue

"No," she said.

The emperor looked at her, unmoving.

"No," Harrowhark said again. "I will not do as you please. I will not return to the Ninth. I will not be your Lyctor or your Saint. I will not. I refuse."

The emperor was still just staring at her, unflinching. “You realise,” he said, “that you have little choice now. You are a Lyctor, whether you like it or not.”

“NO!” she screamed, feeling as though the walls should have shaken with the intensity of emotions she suddenly felt. More than she’d ever felt, she thought, in her entire life.

She didn’t realise she was crying until she was crumpled to the floor like a wet tissue. Crying like she never had before, sobs shaking her morbid little body mercilessly.

“I refuse,” she bit, shaking. “No. No, I will not.”

There was no response.

An eternity seemed to pass where Harrowhark felt nothing but agony. Her body was perfectly healthy, moreso than it should have been, given the trials she’d endured. No, it was her heart, it felt shattered in a million pieces.

And she knew there was only one thing she wanted.

“Give her back,” she sobbed, hands clenching into her dissatisfactory gown. “Give her back, she’s all I have. She’s all I’ve ever had.”

“No power in the universe can return Gideon the Ninth to you now,” the emperor crooned, unaffected. Uncaring.

“You are God,” she spat. “You have all the power in the universe. You’re lying. You’re lying.”

Once again, he just watched her impassively.

“You’re lying,” Harrow said hopelessly, once again succumbing to sobs. “You’re lying. Please. Please give her back. Give her back to me, she’s all I have. Give her back. Give her back.”

She collapsed, if that were even possible, further onto the floor. Rocked by sobs, she curled in on herself, mumbling the same words again and again and again. She couldn’t even feel the gentle pressure of Gideon Nav inside her own mind. She couldn’t feel anything but herself. It was agony.

“Give her back.”

It was impossibly bright and all Harrowhark wanted to do was to hide. She hid, as much as possible, inside her own body. Eyes squeezed shut, head tucked into her armpit. Curled up on the floor in an extremely un-Harrowlike fashion.

But then again, she’d never quite lost everything before. Not like this. Not ever.

“She’s all I have,” Harrow sobbed into her own skin, “give her back.”

It seemed it was hours later that she realised she was alone.

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maerrine · 9 months

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holy shit okay

IF I CAN STOP FREAKING OUT AND GET MY THOUGHTS DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS!! (major spoilers for chapter 109 below, stop reading now if you want to avoid them!)

I think that Sigma isn’t dead. Other than the fact that he’s not bleeding from the head like I believe (?) Fyodor’s past victims did, he was just hit with a shitton of information at once, and we already know that an information overload from his ability can make people faint. It happened to Atsushi already. I think he just fainted because of that overload, though of course he is still bleeding from his stab wound...

BUT UHHHHHHH DAZAI...................... I genuinely have no clue how he’s getting out of this. Like!! Thematically I don’t feel like Asagiri would kill him permanently, particularly not like this, but at the same time I’M SHAKEN HOW TF DO YOU COME BACK FROM A BULLET WOUND TO THE FOREHEAD... WHAT. I GENUINELY DID NOT SEE THAT COMING, AT ALL-

I have no clue where this manga is going. Love it though. 10/10 now back to me losing my mind!!!

#ooc #bsd spoilers //#bsd 109 spoilers //#i tagged for spoilers but putting a warning in the post too since i want to be extra careful #considering the uhh. potential deaths here...#but anyway SIGMA IS MY NUMBER ONE SO MAYBE I'M BEING WAY TOO OPTIMISTIC HERE #I JUST WANT TO BELIEVE OKAY......................#AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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unproduciblesmackdown · 10 months

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i think i've only seen a soma playthrough twice and the first time i didn't absorb it great lol but upon just some light brushing up (incl a short article that was one of the few results that cropped up when i was like "show me the images for 'soma's save feature featured fisting, right' (yeah basically)") it's like, it's always fun when you're just left with a lot of room to Interpret Themes and unsurprisingly at this juncture i'm lasering in on just, like, the matter of [the self vs the other] via this premise that basically people can just make a copy of their Psyche at any point (but needing to find a new & different Soma in which to upload it but like, largely setting that aside when In This Scenario the new bodies don't affect their minds / sense of self at all....except for when they sometimes do? or maybe not. the like glitchy monsters are just kind of WAU automatons, right. and the people are all able to act / communicate themselves as people, though they might be affected by like, existential crises over the goings on) wherein like....the protagonist can Split In Two* at a few points via the psyche copying/uploading, and then the game Follows the copy that will be continuing to advance the plot, and the version of the protagonist we Were following is now An Other even though it's like, that was The Self (at least insofar as that was our first person pov player character) up till just now. and the protagonist can Know like, yeah that's You right over there also. and yet iirc from like, yesterday's light research, in the first instance he at least gets the Option to kill that Other/Self who was, up till just then, the Self to us too, if that makes him feel better abt the existential crisis, or at least discomfort, enough to like, keep moving right along lol (speaking of. just the other day i was like "adagioly onomatopoeiaing the opening banjo strums of rainbow connection from the muppet movie soundtrack does so much for me" and then i learned it was the anniversary of its theatrical release. hell yes. also memorably once when like marinating for hours in a general malaise & failing to find the wherewital to get up i was like "haha oh wait. i'm playing the song 'movin right along' from the muppet movie in my head. okay" up & at em)

anyways the fisting article (which, i was wondering what thoughts it would have on that truly interesting facet of the game. mostly it posited that the uhh sphincteresque penetration of it all would be Typically considered to make cishet men anxious / threatened / vulnerable, and notes the protagonist (hypothetically a cishet man) is indeed trepidatious about it, while also arguing he markedly Doesn't really hesitate in shit that hurts or endangers others in the course of his shit (though ig that can also depend on the player? haven't really rewatched it recently enough to know how much his dialogue adds to [as a character though he's making it clearer he just wants to cut a swath through your shit asap]) and also questions whether the game thinks of (or, from their argument, knows of) the protag as pretty sphincteresque himself. and like yeah probably imo lol like thee ending being what it is, and as far as i know no like Multiple Endings like in amnesia series* stories usually, and thus more room to have a protagonist who talks to characters in the present and i think like, without the ability to choose what he says

anyways that the protagonist can Understand like, hey see that guy over there, that's literally also you rn, and yet he can [Not accept that] in one case such that he'll kill that Self for "his own" Self's comfort really, as the fisting article expressed, to continue believing he is Unique and the One True Self, the only Real [himself]. when, to be sure, the game Could have kept the first person pov on that version of him we'd Been up till then, and had that pov of the one killed. or maybe left behind in another instance, i don't remember all the "transfers"....catherine Explicitly explaining that only the copy/upload format is possible, Not Transfers, making sense what with like. her magic brain scans that can can wholly parse & store your Psyche data, whatever that'd be like, definitely not being meant to, say, Extract the person's Psyche from their living human body upon doing so. while the ending's drama comes from the game Now staying with the version of the protag who'd been our first person pov character prior to that "transfer," who is Again like "why am i still here" despite having the "it's not actually a transfer" explained, b/c This version Just So Happens to be the copy of the copy of the copy like simon(4) or (5) or whatever and ofc can't have been the one(s) already just left behind somewhere back there in the complex or he wouldn't have been able to be at that point in the first place. and then "killing" catherine b/c he's so pissed, i remember it as him hitting whatever device was her effective Soma, but the article i think suggested she just got too stressed in turn and that Output fried the device. while, of course, post credits shows us their "transferred" selves just fine chilling in the ark like whew glad all that's done with

anyways just getting around to the fact of how it's easy to land on catherine as the center of the game....and of course she's the one really Not having crises over [my god, copies of my Self] or others' selves or what all, having even less of a usual Soma than simon but rolling with it, and evidently having already fully absorbed her Self as a distinct version from her original Self, despite having the same links to her that make simon or anyone else who's been copied into whatever other Soma feel like he's continuously been Himself(tm), the one true Real Self he's always been....and like, naturally catherine being the one behind the entire project of [what if we copy/paste people's psyches into a big ol mmorpg server & shoot it into space so that Maybe something can happen with them / in a way they can continue to exist] so she's Been thinking of, you know, being separate from these Selves turned Others who you'll jettison into space beyond even the body of the earth. unless it's supposed to stay in orbit lol i do not remember the details....and ofc like plenty of other people are like wow that's Fucked Up or it's Not Us and like, the latter sure is true with with the [copying, not transferring] element, but also the former is more choose your own adventure (interpretation) when the game isn't about like, and the simulation Is fucked up, or there's any element of distress or dissonance to existing on the ark, though you can't really know that until the post credits scene confirms you're just hanging out for real....which, that article was also going in on the character who's on this quest to kill the WAU as like "the versions of us it makes isn't Real it's Corrupting" and like, arguably the WAU as just kind of, naturally, something capable of growing, and doing so, and the real problem seeming to come in with the [doing whatever for supposed safety but superceding/supplanting/displacing autonomy in doing so] like, people who did not agree to whatever was done re: their Somas or they would've remembered & been like yeah i'm hanging out as a robot now, or a goop guy, gunk [YES], etc. but separate from that obvious issue it's like, my guy, You're a copy made by the WAU now lol, you're your whole person that you are, with the thoughts & feelings to decide you wanna go on a quest to destroy it, and whatever capacity to pursue it....either way i think the game makes it clear enough the WAU is a Neutral force exercising no conscious discernment, it Is a body, or it's some body (once told me) anyways lol, though i guess i did just go "those Monsters that can chase you are just wau manifestations right" so that's getting kind of complex lol, but even that can be taken as, like, it Mimicking human's shapes & bipedality & other external characteristics, i guess, and just the way an overall theme can be [hmm where's that division between the soma and psyche, machine and ghost] the WAU has been expanding and making various forms of itself, and of humans, and that's also an element of the fisting that starts out as a fingering and can end with having to leave part of yourself in WAU's core if you have completed the choice to corrupt & destroy it, that Connection and Interfacing is required, with increasing [get it in there] required as well though there's no given clear in universe reason why (w/my theory here being: just the Themes of the increasing interaction / reducing Boundary)

where was i going with this. idk naturally there's people like "well you don't have to see the wau as evil or at least required to be destroyed" like yeah one can imagine the case for that, wherein again this one guy's hypothetically mad abt like oh it can't be Us it's making, like, brother in christ You are here as You are b/c of what wau did, if you don't think You're legitimate enough, how can you be dead set on pursuing any decision you make. but also the lack of autonomy wherein wau has (probably? again would have to rewatch) killed people to transfer them to a less fragile soma, but a) also maybe it's just acted when people were already dying / killed from other causes, and naturally there's the Everyone There Doomed To Die Fairly Imminently factor and b) that [wau's neutral / purely soma no psyche (or is it. etc)] aspect that is that classic mixup of wau just acting on its programming in a way unintended by its programmers re protecting life and c) i think WAU can sure be interpreted as a parallel counterpart to the ark project, where people agreed to the latter, & get to chill with simulated bodies in a simulated world, versus the WAU being that [body, world, realm of physical existence] which is funky & Not like a cool nice recreation of the usual world & is also at the bottom of the ocean, but it's sure trying to extend the existence of ppl's psyches by shoving them into whatever robots or slapping together parts or propping up their original body or what all, i don't remember that many of the characters encountered

Anyways Back To Catherine For Real. i'd forgotten this element completely, but that when catherine finds out her original self had been killed by crewmates (lol. amongst) for being set on carrying out the plan for the ark, Her Project, (i.e. launching it into space (risking that launch going incorrectly) vs keeping it on site at the bottom of the ocean here (theoretically less risky, according to at least the crewmate who killed her about her insisting on launching it anyways)) and catherine's copy / now alternate self comments on being like, a bit disappointed And surprised b/c like she says "i knew they didn't like me, but," like not thinking that dislike would lead to a semi accidental killing her (where apparently the guy who killed her may have been wearing the like powered diving suit w/the extra Strength to operate in the water pressure, like oh didn't mean to hit her That hard. in a different soma already) and seeing other ppl (not in universe) commenting on how it sure did seem to be culmination of like "the way others treated her" and how catherine always mentioned like, never having really had friends including as a crewmate here, being an Introvert....in fact, now i'm remembering that catherine doesn't even say "i knew they didn't like me, but" but rather something very close to "i know i'm not easy to like, but" like, aaaugh....like, as ever, a character or a Real Life Person sharing any particular info like "i'm [xyz]" Isn't Required for just trying to always not be ableist and to always treat other people as people even if they don't "just be normal" correctly enough, supposedly. rather than [what is "just being normal" is Correct & Good and you do Not need to undergo a continuous lifelong journey of in fact questioning this & navigating & learning how to communicate & interact & relate, you just need to fleetingly muster some superficial unhelpful Bonus efforts sometimes when you encounter the rare "exception" like someone who hands you their License To Autiste and you can let them keep their fidget cube and continue treating everyone you encounter ever organic aba style]....like, naturally in the game there's no twist where catherine turns out to be Evil or even antagonistic. she's like, patient, encouraging, friendly, helpful all throughout. she's also, ofc, simon's only guide (adding to the suspense of that [my god. my only guide was evil, and/or just my antagonist now anyways]) so he doesn't really get to pick someone he'd Like more. but that like, lifelong matter of why catherine doesn't Get to have had friends. that even as this professional associate she's treated differently, and worse, b/c you have to personally like someone & find them charming & je ne sais quoissy to Not be worse to them? it's fine to be shitty until catherine can, say, say "i've noticed you're being kind of shitty. it's probably b/c i'm autistic, officially, which i'm choosing to share with you & am now presenting my license about it, so maybe be cool about it" and then and only then go "oh ok" and Make The Exception rather than shifting your entire shitty Rule (they also would not actually really make the exception. "shoutout" too to the concept that, of course, it's actually Disrespectful to stop hating autistic ppl b/c you should treat them The Same as anyone else, and you're bringing that organic ABA all the time as part of your "just be normal" ethos life, so be sure to keep being an asshole to them & double empathy probleming putting all the depletion, extraction, punishment, losses, harms on them and all the rewards on yourself)

and like, catherine being killed b/c she was this Body who was going to take away the ark (her project / creation, which she was also just insisting on following what'd always been the plan for) wherein like, even if this guy didn't mean to kill her, he sure did after lashing out at her, same as happens w/simon in the end....and catherine also failing to be thee most "normal/default" version of a person as well by being a Woman, and probably not white either, and, of course, a nonwhite woman, also making her that much more vulnerable to being Out Of Line(tm) by just like, existing as a person & trying to do her shit, though misogyny, racism, orientalism or the like isn't explicitly invoked or especially implicitly hinted at that hard either, but it's like, how does this [scifi magical realism set in the not That distant future but material made in the way less distant past, i.e. all intents & purposes modern / current day of: in the 2010s] have Relevance beyond "would that be fucked up or what" type Invention that doesn't map on to our experiences at all....you don't Have to read into catherine twice being killed by a man who's lashing out b/c she's not delivering what he wants, but you sure don't Have to Not and be like "this is definitely No Misogyny world" like they're still being implicitly ableist b/c she's just not deemed Winsomely Likable enough, she's internalized that with that "i'm not easy to like" framing, why assume a premise of [misogyny is over] [racism is over] etc. whilest soma doesn't really proffer any scenario of like "oh if it weren't for our being able to perceive our designated Physical Differences in our human bodies, all that oppression would be over," that's not being explored even in the specific situation of its plot in the first place; people on the ark seem to have the simulation of the same bodies they originally did, ppl Can retain like, how they'd move, their voices, their sense of their bodies: elements of their physicality. and, you know, whether one even supposes there Is any meaningful body/mind division, though in soma it Is this premise like oh yeah we can digitize your psyche perfectly okay, such that your copy would experience no disruption in that Sense Of Selfness, which is what makes everything particularly like, whoah, and [wow this is just like soma] whenever something kind of invokes similar enough What Ifs but probably less engagingly lol....while also soma is flexible and spacious in letting you interpret shit, you Can defer from fisting wau to death, you don't have to be like "it's so true. thee horrors" abt the Copies Of Selves, who really just become Others to whatever now-other versions of that person, i.e. how catherine, who, as the person who wanted to scan copies of ppl's psyches & put them in a just chilling simulation server launched into space for the Chance of being copy/pasted elsewhere eventually and the chance for the participants to Exist in some form Now, and who did so, is never like, shocked or freaked out by the notion / reality of these copies' existence even though she didn't set out figuring any scans' uploads would end up on the ocean floor stations, she's not aghast & distressed in the end when after having uploaded her latest Self data to the ark & launched it, she's also Not on the ark and Still in the eventually / doomed ocean floor station, even if it's a bummer, b/c she has already just accepted That's How It Works....this [her] was not going to experience being Transferred, like she's Been saying, like she again tells simon while he's blowing up abt [why wasn't i transferred]....just clearly being an example of like, not everyone is like horrified and freaked out and like "that's fake &/or wrong" and you don't have to decide she's incorrect for being Like That, i.e. like, yep, this is the situation, i know there's the me who was killed and the me on the ark and the me here, and i know also we're also for intents and purposes separate people

all that is to say, like, yeah the Scifi What If specific [you can copy/paste your consciousness into a different soma] is there, but also you can be looking at it as just this like, pushing to thee limit of the Self(tm) and the Other(tm) insofar as imagining yourself, as the only Internality / Mind / Selfhood you have access to, as The One True Real Self and all Others as mere somas/bodies, whether you take that to as dehumanizing an extreme as you can or you just put some double standards on Others / treat them as lesser/less Real, or oh but just Sometimes, in Some Cases, which is fine and relevant to anything, rather than what's fine and relevant being to always be aware that everyone's Otherness is a matter of perspective, you're the Other to everyone else, everyone is just as The Self as everyone else, You Could Be That Other, that other Is [you] to themself, you are the "that could be you" to them....with soma, it can just be elevated to "that Other WAS you from 0.5 mmsec ago, and continues to be them, b/c they didn't experience any disruption in their existence, though now you're both in different situations of: different locations, different bodies, the awareness there's that Other Self over there now, possibly the difference of killing that self you were just copied from so you can go on feeling like the One Real Self"....but wherein like, that's just like, [What If: you Were able to wholly & accurately Know the self inside an Other? b/c it's you from 5 min ago] of like, scenarios like [what if you time traveled 5 min into the past] except wherein that case there's usually the efforts to Resolve(tm) the timeline of that One True Self one way or another, ultimately. or is there. obviously who's positing that soma is the only material to be About the "whoa lol. me as an other" concept made scifily literal or anything

anyways that like, it creates that situation wherein one Can point & go "literally literally me" but also simultaneously one Can go "that's Not literally me arrrgh" or "that's also Not literally me, matter of factly"....simon's wrangling with the Othering of his One True Self, but he can also Know, should he choose to shift to that perspective, that all the Others who aren't alternate copies of him are all Another True Selves, An Other True Self even, though ofc as per the nature of not having a collective consciousness, he Doesn't Know the accurate whole of their psyches b/c he was not ever [literally them], but he doesn't need to to know they're just as [a whole psyche in there] as his own have been. original catherine with her fellow original crewmates being othered enough by them for the dehumanization of treating her worse, her being isolated, that indeed her being killed doesn't feel separate from all that by her or by anyone else, just an escalated extreme final fatal manifestation of it, b/c nobody ever liked her in the first place and then she became a (psyche Piloting a) body getting in the way of what one guy with amplified strength at that moment wanted from the project she made to let others' psyches keep existing in some way, which was deemed valuable enough by that guy to want to commandeer it and keep it at the bottom of the ocean versus risk a launch, regardless of how you the player think of the idea

and thinking of the way you can like, effectively befriend that boxy underwater little propellered Regular Simple Robot Helper that follows you around at some point, that is, of course it can't talk to you, it's definitely Just(tm) this not-ever-a-version of a human robot for practical tasks (dyspeptical tasks, clerical tasks, hysterical tasks) and like, imagine Its interiority, get invested, try to protect it, humanize it regardless....whereas with actual humans, and their psyches in a microchip, you can kill them for not perfectly delivering whatever you wanted even when that's not what other humans ever exist to do. then simon loses the Company he still could've Gotten From catherine, [guy who killed original catherine] didn't succeed in keeping the ark unlaunched, b/c that's what you go and do....but really just thinking of that Thread that feels so extremely relevant of like, catherine copy being simon's only option sure and working With him on this mission until we stay with the edition of him who realizes it didn't lead to his escape onto the ark, i.e. always being in relation to him in a manner of a direct practical teamup & a [take it or leave it] sole option for that anyways....but that in her original, human-bodied life, she was always "oh only a little bit" dehumanized by everyone such that she is very much aware of the way that's defined & limited her life, never had friends, i know i'm difficult to like; until that dehumanization escalated to the extreme of trying to hit her to stop her from seeing her project through, and just happening to kill her, and the fact that this seems to no one just a coincidental whoopsie of a fate just entirely disconnected from the way others always saw her and treated her as this Other among others, while other [psyche/soma]s of others who are clearly not Your Self get to have friends and not be isolated and feel hard to like forever and end up killed by coworkers

tl;dr like love a text just inviting plenty of interpretations and lenses and perspectives, ofc gonna look at it like whoa it's anarchy in there (political cats sense) where are the borders where you are thee self above thee other....soma providing that thinnest boundary of like, yeah that mf over there? there but for the [being in a different body, in a different place, with 7 seconds of negligibly different life experience] go ye. but also the usual boundary of "that person is in a different body in a different place with a different whole life but you're [that] to them and they're just as much a person and a self and an other as you are" like catherine center of the game to me

(* just remembered i had these asterisks: sure enjoying how the premise of amnesia games effectively creates Alternate Selves b/w the protagonist's present self, with however much missing time, and past selves whose goings on are completely relevant to the in media res situation you're also tackling while obtaining pieces of that past to priovide further context/info, and how this premise manifests for different stories each time; you've even got oswald like physically divided into Two Selves in a:amfp, though iirc it's not like, psychically equivalent, kinda "regular oswald & nefarious destroy the world duplicitous oswald" lmao, classic....uhh and shoutout to penumbra being similar ish in that the protagonist's story isn't want's relevant, he's trying to find out what happened to his dad and more broadly the like underground pocket world he enters for those answers? iirc....but that soma shares that amnemonic premise of [intro] [suddenly like ???] [having to navigate your present mission & figure out the past & your Missing time] but like, thee respective Lores don't overlap really, soma obviously starts present day and takes an even more obvious leap into a future / completely different location, rather than amnesia games being set in the past with missing time of like, idk months? to even just days, uhh supposedly like [forever] in justine but that's like, i dunno sure lol, the peak mysterious / withheld protagonist really, on purpose. while naturally there's also the fact that, technically, this simon we are following at the start of the game did not actually forget anything, and that's a fun distinction despite that it otherwise initially seems like the same [amnesia] premise....and that he did kind of ""forget"" things in that original simon lived however much longer before dying, that his scan then ofc didn't retroactively include. so once again it's like, well, in amnesia ppl have likewise kind of rewound to a Past Self before the missing [crucial context to your in media res misadventure] time, w/daniel (and justine) even doing this On Purpose, though as is the nature of the amnesia series, everyone regains enough of that missing info about their goings on anyways, though you the player are Not in a story of like "wow they did Exactly the same thing again and ended up in the same place anyways" and Do get to kinda choose who they are / indeed end up with some Alternate Self, potentially, despite there being plenty of room wherein like, it's not precisely, granularly laid out Exactly Who They Are at any point anyways. only just now getting extra amnemonic lore that yes daniel got all fucked up on vitae rituals b/c that's just what happens! and people are fairly horny for it! always a possible interpretation that he was high on vitae (okay one proffered pronunciation of "curriculum vitae" (which i was like lord i feel like i've gone "what tf is that" about before but what tf is that. turns out it's what CV stands for as your specifically educational resumé) does say "vitae" would, in that case, rhyme with "nigh." other sources are listing like a million different combinations of a million different ways to pronounce each syllable. also they gotta say it a way in the game but i forget. daniel's VA apparently being some chemistry teacher? just like alchemy. not what the pope said to do, weird science, it's my creation....) anyways! the psyches diverge, the bodies don't, unless they do (oswald....uhh the guy in the bunker. lambert :( ) like catching up with The Self again, encountering extreme examples of Othering and Dehumanizing and [you are just like only a soma to me] with various means and ends of acting thusly to get xyz results

#uhh nominal tagging. i probably have nonzero soma posts...? maybe? lol #soma #amnesia #atdd #soma spoilers yeah but a) game's more than half a decade old at this point b) material that hinges on Surprising you the first time as like #thee sole worthwhile feature of its experience: probably not that good; i don't think soma's even dying to keep you from guessing any #''twists'' and if you Do it doesn't feel like you're like cheated of anything lol. though i'm sure the surprises are fun. the ending is sur #like yeah oh a fucked up surprise for the player too; but that's b/c the game of course Until Now followed the ''advancing'' simon copy #c) same as (b) but like spoilers don't really ruin things anyways imo. who is reading this in whole like ''damn i was Just gonna play this'#whereas idk now you know of it. also lbr who is reading this in whole period? probably some people lol. you do not have to ofc as a fact an #as a stance. i'm like; would i read someone's longass post abt something i don't already know abt / am not interested in? not often #d) if you Are like ''nooooo SOMA spoilers arrrgh i was Just abt to play it'' like damn my bad. i'm sorry. play it anyways it'll be fun #or e) watch a playthrough. i myself cannot Firsthand Game too much & this has generally been the case #long post ////#all this uncrucial and noncomprehensive but just taking 90k words & meandering tangents to say [hand over heart] catherine....#as is my mode of verbalizing anything really #i'll recommend the game easily enough; sure watched a full playthrough twice & may revisit for a thrice. or at least various clips lol #even got a safe mode (where you Can't Die so you can get through every part b/c thee story is the point anyways)

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dear-kumari · 1 year

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The Pale Blue Eye pulls a pretty neat final twist that I've always wanted to see play out in a whodunnit, but unfortunately it also executes that twist in the lamest way possible

#Kumari comments #The Pale Blue Eye #uhh definitely not making a spoiler tag for this movie #It's a decent time-waster if you like good historical costume design and a basic but atmospheric mystery #and also British actors doing charmingly awful American accents #Anyway‚ spoilers now:#after an okay faux third act climax it turns out that the mystery wasn't totally solved and the detective was the real killer #Which is neat! and I do consider it distinct from 'the POV character was the real killer' which has been done p famously before #but then his motivations are sooo booooring #he's getting revenge for his fridged daughter. that's it.#and she's literally just that meme of 'flashbacks of the action hero's angelic dead wife' but a daughter #It's honestly kinda remarkable to see such a head empty approach to the subject of SA in a fairly high-profile film in 2023 #like there's a half-assed moment where the detective goes off about how institutions are responsible for their members' crimes #and by the end you can kinda infer that he was actually mad about the sex crimes #but that's basically it #meanwhile Nice Guy™ Edgar Allan Poe is gonna go on to marry his 13yo cousin irl so … maybe not the best counter to his peers eh?#idk. I feel like a more thoughtful director could've taken all the tasteless tropes and played on them ironically #but that would involve /intentionally/ making the male protagonists look kinda shitty ig #Kumari abuses the tagging system

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ilonacho · 2 years

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I cannot wait for the person I’m gonna become if you draw more Grover Fischeoeder art especially from the movie

"if"😩💅👀💦🥵😘😏😜🤤😔🤪🤡🙄🥺💞💖💌

#livix3313 #wow we can tag asks right away now?? technology has come so far #uhh BOBS BURGERS MOVIE SPOILERS maybe. idk #girrrrl im so normal abt him. dont even worry abt it #i watched it for the second time today i cant wait to watch it again a third time if the universe allows it #and then stream it 24/7 as soon as its out on streaming services #and then buy the dvd and roll around in extras and deleted scenes #i NEED to draw him in that stupid track suit. and w/ that scar. but im not one of those ppl who takes pics of the movie in the theater #so i will wait. patiently #(thank you for this btw it made me laugh)

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sttoru · 25 days

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hueheueheu if its okay can i req rich bf aventurine? Always spoiling reader and buys everything she wants 🥹🥹

✸ SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend, aventurine spoils you in more ways than one when you come back to your shared hotel room in penacony.

note. uhh, this actually turned out a tad more melodramatic than i expected help, i put some of my own twists in there. first aventurine fic so sorry if its too ooc !

tags. aventurine x female reader. fluff, bits of angst, suggestive. reader gets called ‘baby, pretty’. use of aventurine’s real name once. reader is a bit insecure at one point. little bits of penacony and aventurine lore / subtle spoiler to the 2.1 quest. wc: 1.4k-ish

“c’mere, pretty.” aventurine’s voice soothes your weary body the moment you step into your shared hotel room. you’ve just gotten back from some business you had to take care of—a couple hours of your valuable day wasted because of it.

you’re greeted by your lover sitting on one of the red couches, accompanied by various bags and boxes all around the space. aventurine shoots you his signature smile. one that’s actually genuine. the one he only shows you.

“must’ve been tough, hm? i’m sorry i couldn’t help you out,” the blonde man sighs as he stands up to meet you halfway. a gloved hand finds its way onto yours, fingers intertwining without wasting a second.

aventurine places a delicate kiss on your palm and slowly moves down to your wrist. his beautiful eyes lure you in, “you’d forgive me for that, right?”

you don’t realise that you’re practically frozen in place until he chuckles in amusement. you snap out of it and clear your throat, trying to get yourself together, “y-yeah. i understand you’re busy ‘n all. it’s no problem.”

aventurine hums in response. there’s a faint flash of guilt in his eyes before it disappears like it was never there. like it was a delusion. well, perhaps it was. staying in penacony for too long causes you to have difficulties differing reality from dreams and vice versa.

“i’m happy to have you back with me,” aventurine pulls you closer by the small of your back. he presses you against him until your chests are touching. his breath is pleasantly warm against your bare skin, “i’ve been waiting for you all day.”

the tension in the hotel room is heavy. it’s like this every time you’re with your lover. the spark never dies between you two. it never will. you both need each other, in unspoken ways.

you avert your gaze to the ground. no matter how much time you spend with aventurine, his affectionate gestures never fail to make you melt into a puddle. maybe it’s in those eyes of his. or in his homelike touch.

aventurine continues peppering you with kisses. he doesn’t miss a spot—every patch of skin you’re showing is showered in his love. that’s one of the only ways he can illustrate those complicated feelings inside of him.

his lips eventually find yours, like a force drawn to a magnet. you cup his face and deepen the kiss. your lips move in sync, slowly and passionately. you need this as much as he does.

the way he’s holding onto your coat—his fingers digging into the material as if he’s missed you greatly. . . his tongue trying to seek entrance into your mouth as if he can’t wait to be one with you. to try and love you like you love him. . .

a light hearted chuckle makes you pull away. you open your eyes and find aventurine grinning down at you, his finger rubbing your bottom lip gently to tease you.

“haha, how cute.” the blonde man snickers at your needy expression. he knows what you want, and he wants it as well, though there’s enough time for that after, “we can get to that later, yeah?”

"aww, 'kay,” you nod with a pout, to which aventurine responds by gently flicking your forehead. he grabs your hand and leads you to the nearby table. you can’t even see the surface because of the numerous boxes placed on it.

“i want to show you what i got you first,” aventurine continues, sitting down on the comfy couch. he pulls you onto his lap and wraps one arm around your waist, the other one reaching out towards the mountain of fancy gifts.

you can easily recognise the expensive bags by now. aventurine is known for spoiling you rotten. the overpriced brands are nothing but child's play to the lucky man. money isn’t a worry to him, nor should it be for you, as he says every time you feel the slightest bit guilty for his big spendings on you.

“kakavasha..” you mutter under your breath. aventurine doesn't respond, but he reassures you by lightly tightening his grip on your waist. you turn your head and look at him. he isn’t looking back at you this time. rather, he’s looking down at the box in your hand, patiently waiting for you to open it.

you wordlessly undo the wrappers and open up the first gift of many. it’s an earring. one that resembles his. it shines brightly once you pick it up. the color is beautiful, as it reminds you of your lover.

you don’t know what to say. you don’t want to guess how much aventurine has spent on it either. you love him, that you surely do, but are you really deserving of this much? he spoils you every day. all that money he spends on you without hesitation makes you overthink.

you shake your head and try to get those negative thoughts out of your head. you don’t want to ruin this precious moment all too much. you smile fondly and put the earring on, “thank you so much. it's so pretty.”

the jewelry dangles off your left ear, the opposite of where aventurine’s got his hanging. the blonde man silently admires you. the light illuminating the stones gives you an ethereal look. especially in a dimly lit room with only a few light sources.

“no need to thank me, baby,” aventurine murmurs, his voice a surprisingly soft whisper. his thumb trails down the shell of your ear and eventually touches the earring again. the fact that you’re wearing the exact same one as he is, but on the opposite ear, is doing indescribable things to him.

you complete each other.

all his life, aventurine has never properly taken the time to appreciate his gift; his luck. he is doing so now—with you in his embrace. it’s like his surroundings have come to a halt. all that his eyes are focusing on, is you. the image of you in his arms.

“it suits you perfectly.” aventurine’s voice trembles lightly. he doesn't know why he's feeling like this. he’s overwhelmed by how lucky he is to have someone so breath-takingly beautiful in his presence. “gorgeous—you’re gorgeous.”

aventurine is not the only one who’s flustered. your own heart is pounding in your chest. your lover knows just what buttons to push to make you all flustered. he succeeds without fail every single time.

you lean your head against his shoulder and wrap your arms around his torso. aventurine welcomes the affection without a word. you look up at your partner with a softened expression before complimenting him back, “no, you are. you are beautiful."

aventurine’s eyes widen for a split second, his lips parting. you’s aware of the effects your compliments have on him. they make him feel giddy, however he also isn’t the best at expressing that. he regains his composure and grins, “oh, really? hah, how flattering.”

you giggle quietly and nod. you’re content with this. being in your lover’s arms after a rough day, unpacking the many gifts he got you, receiving his attention and affection. you wish you could do this for eternity.

after you’ve shared your precious moment together, aventurine leans agains the back of the couch and pulls you into a warm hug. one you both simply had to have. your lover starts to pat your head in a soothing manner.

the silence in the hotel room is deafening. the opened gifts and abandoned wrappers lay scattered around the table and floor. the static of the television in the distance is somehow comforting.

both aventurine and you realise that this instant will be over as soon as the next day arrives. it’s but a fleeting moment, one that will sooner or later be just another memory. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and he answers this by kissing your forehead. his lips leave a tingling sensation on your skin.

the comfortable silence continues for a couple seconds more. aventurine stares up at the ceiling. he’s sure that he’s satisfied for now, yet there’s still unease boiling in the pit of his stomach.

perhaps it’s due to his knowledge of the near future. his grande plan.

but, that’s not what’s important. not when aventurine can feel and hear your heartbeat right next to him. he hasn’t lost it all. not yet. he’s still got time to spend with the other gift that was bestowed upon him at birth: you.

“you’ll stay with me, right? no matter what.”

aventurine’s sudden question breaks the quiet atmosphere. you open your eyes again and tilt your head back, gazing down at your lover. one look at his face and you know that he needs your honesty at the moment. more than anything else in the entire universe.

you nod and lean in to kiss him—to show him that you mean it when you say; “yes. no matter what.”

#sttoru writes.#hsr x reader #aventurine x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #honkai star rail x reader

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colorfultyrantearthquake · 2 years

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Hold me tight | Steven Grant x reader

Description: You have a degree in psychology. Steven Grant gets to know you. One day, he is full of confusion. You were there to stand by him like you always do.

Warnings: Spoiler: Moon knight. Fluff♡, angst.

Words: 2000+

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After a long day at the museum, Steven was going home. He oddly felt down, tired, dragging his feet all the way home. He didn't know what's happening to him...from forgetting situations to skipping days. At first, he thought he had a sleeping disorder, but now he just knows something is terribly wrong. Halting his tracks, he pulled out his phone.

9.30 pm

You stretched your arms as you sat in your pyjamas in front of the tv, it was the weekend and you wanted to relax as much as possible. Grabbing the pop corn, you started munching on it as your mind wandered to Steven. You thought a lot about him, his soft, exhausted features, his calm voice and his oh so cute demeanor. You were sure you caught feelings for him, not knowing exactly when through the time you knew each other. But you certainly did.

Thinking about the first time you saw him, he was sitting beside the statue eating his sandwich when you asked him to take a photo of you, he took the photo then you thanked him and left.

Next morning, you found him on your doorstep. Alarmed and very curious you opened the door.

"Hellooo, good morning. I hope I didn't disturb you." He said while waving shyly at you. You kept staring at him without answering. Watching your face, Steven's smile fell as his face turned into one of realization.

"Bloody hell sorry I- your wallet fell yesterday and I thought it was best if I return it to you but it was very late so I thought I'd wait till the morning, I know this wasn't the best way but I really had no choice and I thought it'd be best if I just-"

"Steven?" You asked softly as your eyes caught the name. He was nervous, face flushed. He looked wrecked, hair disheveled, bags under his eyes with dark circles, face filled with stress. Your first thought was that he was definitely insomniac.

At your question, he furrowed his eyebrows, then followed your gaze to the name tag on his shirt. "Oh yeah my name's Steven...with a V." He said as he looked up at you, eyes shining with a bright smile.

Maybe you fell for him at this moment? You don't know, but you were certain that this was going to be a long friendship.

You were pulled out of your reverie with your phone ringing, grabbing it, you saw Steven's name flash.

"Hey Steven, how're you doing?" You said cheerfully, glad to hear his voice, but slightly worried.

"Uhh hey, love. Good evening, I hope you're good...."

"Am fine, Steven. Are you okay?" Slightly shifting, you started to feel the fear in his voice. "Yeah, no actually... I have no idea, I feel lost a-and I don't know what to do.. can I come by for a while?"

"Yeah sure of course you can Steven."

"Alright, dove. Thank you very much."

Hanging up, you started to tidy up the place, worry taking it's place in the pit of your stomach, you made some salad knowing he might be hungry.

Doorbell ringing, you hurried to open it, seeing Steven made your heart flutter, your fingers shaking as you pulled the sleeves of your top tightly, feeling nervous all of a sudden. "Come in, Steven." You stepped aside as he bolted inside the flat. He sat on the couch holding his bag tightly. He looked stressed enough to burst. You walked slowly towards him, kneeling in front of him, you studied him slowly. Fingers slightly shaking, rapid breaths. Steven looked at you and said "I--- I don't really know what's happening to me. Daily situations that I have no idea about. Hours, days I cannot recall or remember, not a single cell in me knows why this is happening. I am so confused and, yes God, so so scared of it. At the beginning I thought I had a sleeping problem but now... Now I know it definitely isn't." Steven said shakily as he held his bag tighter. Feeling panick rising into him, you caught both his hands in yours, tugging them slowly away from the bag. You held his hands gently, running your thumbs on the back of his hands until he calmed down. "Steven" you said gazing at his big hands wrapped in your smaller ones, heart thumping slightly feeling his fingers against yours sending sparks straight to your stomach. Shaking your head you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

This is not why you're here with him at this moment, he needs your help. Focus. You told yourself.

"Steven, it's okay. Whatever you're feeling, no matter what's happening to you it's okay, we're going to figure it out together. It'll all be easy and clear once we know what's really happening. You just need to breathe. Breathe, Steven." You talked to him in the calmest way could ever be found, allowing your heart to seep warmth into your words. Steven visibly relaxed after your words, his hands felt lighter as you kept holding them.

"Do you think I'm... Mad?" Steven said hesitantly, eyes full of fear and sadness meeting yours. Your heart tugged at his words. "Steven, no never say that. You're not mad, we don't know what's happen-"

"I hear voices." He interrupted you, "It feels like having a conversation with multiple versions of myself. Yet all of them are far from being me.... Does that make any sense?" You listened to him quietly, trying to wrap up the information he's giving you. "There's one voice that stands out the most, insecure, drained of life, feels unworthy of all the good things in his life. When I hear it, it sounds so broken and horrible I almost lose my consciousness after hearing it." Steven was looking the entire time at your hands, his grip tightening the more he told you about that voice. You didn't understand yet, he didn't either.

Suddenly, he looked at the clock, noticing it was 12.30, he retreated his hands from yours, carrying his bag, he stood up.

"Steven where are you going?" You followed behind him, almost hurt at his sudden, unexpected movements.

"Home, lovely. I have burdened you enough with my problems." He smiles a half smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Steven needs help. Walking closer to him, you stepped between him and the door.

"Stay here tonight." You didn't know where that came from, but it felt like the right thing.

Steven's eyebrows shot up in surprise, then confusion and refusal. "Dove, you know I can't do that, I have a problem, a big one, I don't know what it is, I can't stay. I could easily hurt you and never remember.

I. Cannot. Risk. That." That was your first time seeing Steven be so serious. You walked closer to him, searching his face for any discomfort. Maybe he didn't like the place? Maybe he doesn't want to share it with you? But all you saw was fear. Just fear. You hugged Steven tightly, taking both of you by surprise. You rubbed his back softly, wanting him to calm down, wanting him to stay.

Not knowing what to do, Steven held his arms hesitantly in the air, then slowly, they rested on your shoulders. Although Steven was the one who needed help and care, you felt safety all around you as you held him tight, arms around his waist, face resting on his chest. "It's going to be alright. Nothing will happen, Steven. I want to help you, I really do. I can help you, actually. If you stay, we might be able to figure it out, right?" You looked up at him. Steven held his breath for what seemed like forever, calculating every possible situation. "Alright. I'll stay."

Sighing heavily, he nodded at you as you took his bag to put it on the chair beside the door. You locked the door and went into the kitchen to give Steven the salad you made. Two minutes later, you came into the living room.

"Steven I made you a salad I know you must be terribly hung-" your sentence was cut off when your eyes laid on Steven. He took off his jacket, shirt and shoes. Clad only in his black pants and white under shirt, Steven was snoring softly on the couch, one arm on his eyes shielding him from the light. The scene didn't help your crush on him, he looked thousand times gorgeous, looking so peaceful and calm, not knowing any trouble, his face relaxed as he drifted into dream world. You brought a baby blue light blanket to cover Steven. Turning the lights off, you went to sleep in your room.

3.45 am

Fluttering your eyes open, your ears caught shuffling from the kitchen. Thinking it was a hungry Steven in search of food, you lifted the covers off to go check on him.

Turning around the hall entering the kitchen, you froze to the sight in front of you.

There sat Steven on your kitchen table, a plate of sandwiches in front of him. Lights still turned off, the warm orange lights of the street reflected on the surface of the table. He didn't acknowledge your presence at all. You didn't expect that.

"Steven." You said, waiting for him to look at you, to notice you're awake. Nothing.

"Are you okay?" Taking a step closer to him, he kept eating his sandwich. Your eyes averted to the sandwich. A pastrami sandwich. What the fu- Steven would never eat that.

"Stev-"

"I'm not Steven." Eyes glued to the plate, he spoke. Voice completely different from that of Steven's, much more firm. Your blood ran cold, eyes noticing the change in him this time. All of him.

His face...more stern, lips tight, jaw tense. Sensing your eyes on him, he looked up at you. His gaze made you shudder, both fear and curiosity. Recollecting yourself, you remembered Steven's problem. This, clearly, was the problem.

"Sure you're not." You spoke slowly in a low voice, not knowing who or what you're dealing with. He took a bite, still holding your gaze, silence surrounded you both as you kept staring at each other. Brown warm eyes turned into ice cold ones, non-fearing, confident, empty. This was the complete opposite of Steven.

Finishing his plate, he took it to the sink, washed it, dried it, then put it back in it's place. Turning around to face you, he leaned on the table, crossing his arms. You saw his biceps flex with the movement, noticing how strongly built he was, you almost swore that the body changed from that of Steven's. You noticed a necklace hiding into his clothes, you never saw it on Steven. It looked hot.

Smirking lightly, he clicked his tongue making your eyes snap up to his. "It's rude to stare, sweetheart. Did Steven not teach you that?" For someone who's meeting you for the first time, he seemed very relaxed, straightforward. You felt everything all at once, fear, confusion, excitement, curiosity. You kept staring at him silently. Feeling your past confidence fade completly.

"Cat got your tongue?" He said as he moved towards your fridge, opening it to get a beer. He sat back on the table, taking a swig of his beer, very relaxed into the chair with daring eyes studying you, daring you to speak. His American accent ringing bells in your head.

"Who are you?" You questioned. He looked down at his hands, then up again at you.

"Marc."

"How?"

"It happens."

"Where's Steven?"

Marc kept drinking his beer, coming to a finish, he didn't answer you for a while. He went back to the couch, sitting on it. You followed after him sitting at the far corner of the same couch.

Looking at his face, you saw no evident emotion, he was passive. You were growing anxious, starting to bounce your leg. "Where's Steven, Marc?" You emphasized his name. His head snapped at you. "You're smart, you'll figure it out soon enough." His eyes looking at your leg bouncing, your hands restless. He can feel your irritation.

You huffed loudly, not knowing which way to choose. You ran your hands through your hair, pulling it into a tight pony tail. In your living room, sat a man very familiar to you, yet you were meeting him for the first time. Your brain racked to solve the equation before he disappeared. Two people, one body. Same face, same hair, same everything

Different personalities, different voices, accents, behaviour.

You bolted up towards your room, turning on the lights, your hands searched hurriedly through your psychology books. Turning the pages of a certain book rapidly, your eyes scanning the lines rapidly. Breathing heavily, you sat the book back in it's place.

Now, everything makes sense.

You went back to the couch, watching Marc sit in the same place silently.

"Marc." You said. He didn't look at you, only staring at the black screen of your tv.

"I have to tell Steven." You told him slowly. He tensed when he heard your words, hands clenching and unclenching. You sat carefully beside him.

"I had it all under control until very lately. This barrier between me and Steven slowly disappeared. I no longer control when he fronts or not." He rubbed his face in frustration. You looked at him intently, wanting to ask but holding back.

"I don't want Steven to know, because then he'll panick, he'll freak out and the idea of being the alter will make him angry and upset. I don't want that... I care for Steven."

Although you didn't know anything about him, you knew he was being completely honest.

"I understand, Marc, truly I do, but I can't hide this from Steven. He won't hate you" you tried reasoning with him. Marc scoffed at you. "Won't hate me? He already does. Look at all the stress and frustration he's living in. He can't remember half his life because of me. Of course he'll hate me." Marc shook his head, disappointment itched on his face.

Feeling brave, your hand hovered over his shoulder, not knowing whether to touch him or not. Brushing your fingers lightly against his shoulder, Marc nearly jolted from his seat, scaring you. At this, you retracted your hand slowly, but then decided against it. Firmly planting your hand on his shoulder, you looked him in the eye trying to read whatever was under this menacing face.

"What was that for?" You asked.

Marc's mouth almost turned down at your question but quickly regained his passive look. "I am always alert around cats, they scratch" He winked at you. Your face flushed at his comment as you retreated your hand.

"Instead of exposing me to Steven, why don't you admit your feelings for him?"

You stilled at his words. What the hell. How did he know? You felt blood rise into your cheeks making your whole face fire up.

"You thought I wouldn't notice? Girl everytime he looks at you you almost have a heart attack." His smirk covered his face at your look. "He's such an idiot to be honest, I don't know how he doesn't see it. But I tell ya, try to show your feelings for him. You won't be disappointed." Marc winked again. Another minute passed in silence until Marc spoke again: "He can always see me in the mirror by the way. I have to go."

Before you had a proper chance to answer, you saw his muscles tense, eyes rolling back, and suddenly.....

"Wha---? Dove?" Steven was back, looking around confused, he looked at you and saw your face flushed with you on the brink of tears. Happy or sad tears? You didn't know.

"Dove are you alright? What happened?" Steven moved closer to you as he touched your forehead. "You're burning up, sweets. Did you catch a cold?" Steven studied your features slowly. Steven winced audibly "I hurt you, didn't I? Oh my God this is nonsense, I told you I'd hurt you." He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, rubbing his thighs trying to calm down.

You grabbed his face with your hands, remembering Steven talking about the voice in his head, it was Marc. Remembering Marc's words about Steven. Coming to a conclusion yourself, that Marc is nothing but Steven, they're both one. One of them is pure innocence, having the most beautiful feelings. The other is the dark side, not knowing a moment of peace and love.

"Steven, I think I can help you."

Steven looked at you hopefully, almost non beleiveng what you're saying. "What're you saying? How? Do you know what my problem is?" Steven caught your hands in his bringing them down. You wanted to tell him about Marc, and you needed Marc's help. Will you take the risk, not knowing whether Marc will help or not?

Taking a deep breath, you looked at Steven lovingly.

"Speak up, love. What is it?" Steven rubbed your hands, pleading you.

"Steven, look in the mirror." You said, praying to all the Gods out there that Marc will help you, that he's listening to you right now. Steven was confused, you took him by the hand and stood up, leading him to the mirror in your bedroom, you both sat on the edge of your bed facing it. "Look in the mirror, Steven. Tell me what you see or hear." You tell him slowly. Steven looks between you and the mirror confused. "Love, are you alright? I see nothing there it's just us, me and you." Steven kept looking into the mirror. Your heart sank, fearing Marc won't show up.

"Please" you whispered it so softly, as you too looked into the mirror.

"Hm? Did you say something?" Steven looked at you, you were about to answer when his head snapped to the mirror, you heard it crack.

"What? Who's there? Who are you?" Steven's voice came out panicked.

"Steven, Steven honey calm down." You tried calming him as you held him tight. He looked at you, then back at the mirror. "It's okay, Steven. Listen to him." He looked at you for assurance. You nodded your head encouraging him. He swallowed thickly, before looking back at the mirror.

You let Marc speak to him while you held Steven tight, you cherished this moment, it will either turn to the best moment of his life, or the worst. Either way you wanted to be there for him.

Rubbing his arm in small, comforting circles, you stayed in your spot beside Steven for almost 20 minutes. He kept staring at the mirror in silence, probably processing whatever Marc was telling him. Your embrace helping him cope with this shit happening.

Steven suddenly looked at you, then back at the mirror, he nodded his head slowly. You wondered what Marc told him.

Finishing the conversation, Steven turned to face you.

"Bloody hell, I can't-- I can't gather myself." Steven shook slowly in your arms. "Breathe, Steven. What happened?"

Steven evened his breathing, looking at the mirror, waiting for another scare.

He then looked at you, took a deep breath and completely exploded.

"I am an alter to someone, Marc Spector. He told me you met him an hour ago when I fell asleep. He told me we've been in the same body for a long time. I am an alter. I don't even own the life I have." Steven looked helpless, you kept caressing him softly, letting him take it all out.

"I--- I don't know how to feel, it feels like I don't even know myself. He, Marc, told me, he told me that he lost control a while ago, our lives started bleeding into each other for an unknown reason. He said that, he said that he won't be in my way as much as he can, that he'll let me live the life I deserve, that he won't take anything from me as long as he doesn't need to. I don't get it, I just, I can't understand how would this go? How my life would be after this? I mean would there be a schedule or something? I don't get it." Steven was panting by the time he was done.

Taking a deep breath, you spoke: "Look, Steven. Right now, you don't have to do anything. We'll figure it out, along with Marc of course." You both automatically looked to the mirror. "It's going to be alright, the conversation I had with him, he really cares about you Steven. I know he didn't show up. I know you're frustrated and it's completely new and strange. But he really cares about you, he just doesn't know how to express it or show it, he didn't know how you'd accept it. He was afraid you'd hate him." You ended your sentence reluctantly, watching as Steven's face turned to look at you.

"Hate him?" He thought for a moment. "No, I don't hate him," he pointed towards the mirror, "We're technically... One? It feels awkward to say it but that's the truth, if I am him and he's me then we're one. Now I actually am pissed for the amount of embarrassing situations I had to go through, but I don't hate you, Marc. And I am much happier to know I am actually not mad." Steven ended his words smiling to the mirror sincerely, you hoped Marc was there to hear Steven's words.

"What I want now though, is for you to keep holding me this tight. I couldn't, can't and wouldn't make it without you, dove." Steven's eyes held hearts as he admired you. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach at Steven's words. You didn't have the courage in you to tell him your true feelings, but you were sure more than everything that you'd love nothing but to show him what he meant to you every single minute of your life.

You held Steven tightly in your arms as he rested his head on your chest, both gazing at the mirror.

You admiring your reflection.

Steven looking at his one and only love.

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Eager to Learn - Hunter x Fem! Human! Reader (Part 1)

THANKS TO THEM SPOILERS

Hunter was struggling with too much in the Demon Realm. The image of Belos’ disgusting, deformed mutation, and his pale face standing out; it terrified him.

“Hunter, why are you hurting me? I only wanted to help you!”

He shuddered, remembering how his face immediately turned back into that of a monsters’. And that’s just what he is… a monster…

His mind trailed off again, remembering when he realized he was a Grimalker. His eyes teared slightly, and he looked around at everyone else still trying to gather themselves in Camila’s snug home. He realized Luz had gone off to the bathroom, and so he made his way towards her, the thought of being a Grimwalker still fresh in his mind.

…

After months, Hunter was thriving in the Human Realm. He had learned and picked up “human hobbies” that fascinated him; he even sewed his very own shirt! Rather than having the sigil of the Golden Guard on it, it had three of the same gorgeous animals he had fallen in love with: wolves. He was excited about his shirt, but it wasn’t done quite yet. And so he put together a very fashionable set of clothes for an outing today. Of course, he needed to hide his ears so he put a beanie over them.

Usually the Hexide Squad would wander around together, Luz leading the way and everyone following, learning the wonders of the enchanting human realm. Today, Hower, Hunter wasn’t in the mood to be around the others. He thought he had seen Belos and it tormented him to think that maybe he still existed. He thought Belos was dead after The Collector flicked him into a wall but, was he?

Hunter shivered slightly at the thought. He looked up from the sidewalk and to the shops to the left of him: A library! He had been doing research on Gravesfield and its history of witch hunting, hoping he could get some answers. Witch Hunter: Is that why Belos named him that? No, no, no. Not now. Don’t think, don’t think, you’ll be fine…

Hunter walked in and was flooded with the smell of paper and books. The library was rather empty. There was a walkway that led to a counter where a young girl stood. To the left of it were some shelves and tables, and to the right there were computers and more shelves.

“Oh hello there!” Hunter flinched back to the sound of the girl welcoming him, “Welcome to the Gravesfield Library!” Hunter made his way towards the counter.

“Uh, hi…” He said shyly, “Uh… nice place you got here.” He said, admiring the shelves full of books. He had always loved studying different things. He was fascinated by books and the immeasurable knowledge they held. But he could never share what he learned; he knew better than to admire wild magic. No, there’s nothing wrong with that. Just… him…

“Oh, thank you!” She chirped, “We try to keep it as comfortable and welcoming as we can. Say, I don’t recognize you, are you new here?” Hunter’s face flushed red: had he just been caught? What would she do? Should he run and hide? “Uhh- I- uh- yes!” He responded quickly, “I’m new and I’m staying with a friend. I just, uh, wanted to learn more about the town since it’s so, uh- full of history! And… intriguing?” She smiled at him.

“Oh sure! We have tons of history about Gravesfield. This old town goes back to the 1600s!” She explained.

“Huh, you don’t say.” He replied, crossing his arms. “It’s incredible the change that can go on in a few hundred years.”

“Sure is!” She replied. “Anyways, if you wanna find out more about Gravesfield, we have some books over there, in the History section” she said, pointing to her right. “Look for the books under ‘Gravesfield,’ they should have a blue tag on them.” Hunter looked to his left and saw what he was looking for.

“Oh, thank you- uhh..”

“(Y/N)! I’m (Y/N).” She said, and Hunter blushed lightly. He had never heard that name before. It sounded lovely.

“Oh, well. Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Hunter.” He smiled softly at her. He could feel the tips of his pointed ears burning.

“Well, Hunter, if you need anything I’ll be right here.” She flashed a smile at him. “Oh, and welcome to Gravesfield by the way! I hope you like it here.” He smiled at her.

“Thank you! And yeah, I do like it here.”

Despite everything, Hunter felt at home in the human realm. How strange was it to feel at home somewhere he’d never been in? Is it a part of me that’s human and feels back at home? He froze. Was he the only Grimwalker to survive long enough to see the human realm? He felt his hands begin to shake and decided to look for his book.

After a while of looking, pulling out different books, and realizing that the dust on them meant nobody cared for these books, he found a few that interested him. They were about the old witch hunters of Gravesfield and the newer books were a revision of Gravesfield. (Y/N) had been right, there was a ton of history to learn.

He made his way back to the checkout counter. Was he excited to see (Y/N) again? He felt slightly nervous about approaching her.

As he went up to her, she looked up from her computer and smiled, “Oh wow! You weren’t joking when you said you wanted to find out more!” He smiled shyly at her. “Heh heh… Yeah. I guess you could say I’m quite the researcher.” She smiled at him.

“All right, well, since you’re new here I’m gonna assume you don’t have a library card. All you need to do is fill out this sheet and I’ll give you your own card in a minute! We have plenty of personalizable designs.” She pulled out a laminated sheet of paper with little examples of different designs. One caught his eyes: one with a wolf on it!

“Oh! Can I have that one?!” He asked excitedly, and (Y/N) giggled seeing his enthusiasm.

“You sure can. Here, I’ll load the card into the machine and you can give me the sheet back when you’re done.” She took the laminated sheet back and pulled out an empty plastic card from a bin on her desk. She walked towards a machine and Hunter got to work filling out his information.

It only asked for basic information like his name, age, contact information and address. He figured he’d put Camila’s information where he could, knowing he didn’t have the rest of the information the Human Realm required for humans.

“(Y/N)! I’m done!” He said happily, looking at his work. He was more excited about the library card then about actually reading the books at this point.

“Awesome!” I’ll be right back with your card!” She took his paper, input the information into the machine, and in a few minutes she had a library card just for him. “OK, this card is free, but a replacement will be five dollars, so be careful! You can check out as many books as you like but we have a limit of two weeks per check out. Just pop on by and renew them, and you’ll be good for another two weeks!” She explained to him. Hunter smiled sheepishly as she handed him his card.

“Thank you!” He was so excited to get his card he almost forgot why he had gone to the library in the first place. “So uh, is this it?” He asked.

“Oh, I need to scan your card and then your books,” she explained. Hunter handed her his card and stack of books, and one by one, she scanned everything.

“All right! You’re good to go!” She said happily, giving him his things, “I hope to see you again soon,” She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you again.” He blushed lightly. Had he made his first friend in the Human Realm?

“Oh wait!” She exclaimed, pulling out another sheet of paper, “We’re having something here in Gravesfield soon!” She handed him a poster of what looked like a carnival.

“Oh, uh, what is it?” He asked her, taking the poster and examining it.

“We’ll be having a Halloween Festival in a few weeks. There will be all sorts of activities and fun stuff. I’ll be there with a little booth full of more books about Gravesfield. I’d be happy to see you there.” Hunter blushed and almost squeaked, she wanted to see him again!

“Oh, of course! You can count on me!” She flashed a smile at him as a light blush grew across her (s/c) face.

“Awesome! I’ll see you there!” And with that, Hunter was on his way back to Camila’s. He was too excited about seeing (Y/N) at the carnival to even care for all the books he was lugging. It’ll be ok! I can spend some time with her there and then… Then what? Hunter wasn’t sure about what he’d do, but he knew he wanted to see her again.

…

Weeks had passed and it was the evening of the carnival. Everyone had been surprised to find out Hunter knew about it before they did. The group was excited to tell Luz about the chance that there was Titan Blood, and that they could all go back to the Demon Realm.

Hunter had finished his shirt, and he wore it under his costume. He had taken extra care in his detail, wondering if (Y/N) would like it. Everyone was wearing a sort of costume, and they hoped no one would suspect they weren’t human.

As Hunter walked around, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Belos might be… there. He tried to drown it with the hope of seeing (Y/N) again. He looked around carefully hoping to catch her form, and almost jumped with joy when he finally found her.

He ran up to the booth, his smile ear to ear and his face blushing madly. He felt like he hadn’t seen her in forever when in reality he had visited the library as much as he could.

“(Y/N)!” He called out, and she quickly faced him, a smile on her face just as big as his.

“Hunter! Hi!” She waved as he approached her. “How are you? Are you having fun?” He smiled shyly as he got closer. He wasn’t expecting it but (Y/N) leaned over the booth and gave him a hug. His face turned to a dark red and he froze, not knowing what to do. He couldn’t think of the last time someone hugged him. He finally embraced her too, and a strange feeling of comfort washed over him, with something else. It almost felt like the satisfaction of completing a puzzle of chugging down water after waking up from an unexpectedly long nap. He had no idea what to compare it to, he just felt like… he had been giving something he had been starved from…

She finally pulled away after a good squeeze, “I’m so happy you came! I’ve been looking for you since we set up the booth!” Hunter blushed, she was holding his hands in hers. She was so cheerful and comforting. He wanted to rest in her arms and feel her embrace again.

“Wait- really? You’ve been waiting for me?” He blushed and felt his heart race. No one had made him feel like this. No one had ever made him feel this good.

“Mhm,” she hummed, nodding, “Hey, do you mind if I come with you? I don’t think Ms. Oscar minds if I go.” He smiled and a woman behind (Y/N) smiled and waved dismissively.

“I’d love it if you came with me! You can show me around!” She smiled happily at him. Together, they walked away from the booth and towards the fun.

“I love your costume by the way! Your ears look so real!” He blushed nervously. That’s because they are… Would she still love them if she knew?

They spent a while together looking at different things, playing games at booths and talking together. Hunter didn’t remember the last time he had felt this good. Maybe when Luz had accepted him as family…

Finally, they approached the others by the hayride, and everyone got in. She quickly learned that these were his friends.

On the ride, they learned about the story of the Wittebane Brothers. (Y/N) however, was familiar with these stories. She had studied just about as much as Hunter did.

Hunter and his friends were noticeably uncomfortable. She could tell there was some strange tension between all of them. Maybe they didn’t like the tale of the brothers, or maybe it really had scared them.

As soon as the ride was over, Hunter got off with someone dressed as Azura and the two suddenly disappeared. (Y/N) figured something was wrong and decided it was best to give him space, so she stuck with his friends who happily let her stay by.

After a couple of minutes, everyone began to awkwardly shift around. It seemed like they all had a feeling something was wrong. Apparently, it wasn’t like Luz and Hunter to just disappear.

The girl with an orange wig spoke first, “Luz? Hunter?”

(Y/N) suddenly realized how long it had been since they disappeared.

Suddenly, a woman and another girl who seemed to be of (Y/N)’s age appeared.

“Kid!” The woman shouted, “Has anyone seen Luz?” she asked worriedly. “And has she um…” She hesitated for a moment, “said anything… weird?”

“Boom!” The girl exclaimed, “Find A Phone!” She pulled out a phone and on the screen appeared what seemed to be Luz’s location, and so the group began to move out.

(Y/N) stuck with them as they made their way into the forest and closer to the Old Graveyard. She hoped the two were all right, or that they were trying to prank them.

As the group got closer to Luz’s location, they began shouting for them.

“Luz?! I think she’s this way!” Amity exclaimed, and soon everyone else began calling out.

“Mija?!”

“Luz!”

“Hunter!”

“Guys?! Where are you?!”

“Hunter!” (Y/N) shouted out as loudly as she could, wishing she would find him.

She didn’t know what else to do other than hope Hunter was all right. She walked with them until she could make out their shapes, but… something was wrong…

She then realized there were flashes of colors and shapes, and… there was a strange new detail on Hunter. He didn’t have horns on his costume… The group then ran forwards and she could see what was wrong: Luz and Hunter were fighting, and his skin and eyes had changed color. She froze, not knowing what to do, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Is that- Hunter?” Camila asked. She stared, wide-eyed, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Something’s wrong-” Gus stared intently at the two across the ice bridge.

What’s going on- is this some sort of prank? (Y/N) tried to think, but she didn’t know what to do. She felt panic start to burn in her veins, is Hunter ok??

Hunter looked at the group, and then at Luz, a grim smile on his face, “See, this is why you’re so useful, Luz,” he said, yet it sounded like another voice was echoing his words. “You’re so desperate to help people, you even helped me meet The Collector.”

“What-” Amity froze, and the group shuffled awkwardly again, exchanging frightened looks.

That is NOT Hunter’s voice… (Y/N) began to tremble. She didn’t understand what was happening.

Luz began to panic, “I-I didn’t mean to-” she held her arms out in distress, “I-I thought I was doing something good!” Her voice was breaking and her fear began to leak.

“But… you DID do something good!” (Y/N) didn’t know what to think anymore, it looked like Hunter but it wasn’t his voice, “I thought this one was a lost cause” the voice said, retracting what looked like claws into normal hands, and he stared at them almost admiringly.

“Because of you,” He said arrogantly, “We can finish our work as witch hunters- starting with THEM!”

A claw came hurling towards them, and Amity suddenly pulled out a staff and deflected the hit. Willow and Gus followed, pulling out their own staffs, and suddenly, they flew off and began to circle ‘Hunter’.

(Y/N) was trembling. She didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t understand what was going on. All she could do was stare in absolute horror. H-Hunter??

The fight was a wild frenzy. There were suddenly several of Gus, and ‘Hunter’ extended his arm, and hit one, deflecting a cloud of purple right after.

“Ha!” He exclaimed triumphantly.

Gus then circled ‘Hunter’, “Hey Belos, remember me?” he asked mockingly. He grimaced and aimed at Gus, but Willow caught his arm and dragged it down.

“Hang tight, Hunter!” Vee called out. She inhaled and, suddenly, wisps of blue were coming to her.

‘Hunter’ cried and pulled back ferociously, and then aimed at Vee with his other arm.

“Vee! Watch out!” Amity shouted, swiftly grabbing her and pulling her away in time just as the claw crushed the bridge.

(Y/N) watched in horror as everything unfolded. She didn’t understand or have the slightest clue on why or how any of this was happening.

‘Hunter’ hit Gus, Willow and Amity, sending them crashing into the ground. (Y/N) jumped back and yelped. She looked up to see that Luz had a staff too now, and she was holding it around ‘Hunter’.

“I know you can hear me, Hunter!” She cried out, “Fight! Him! Off!” He threw her over his shoulder and she screamed, flying in the air. Amity then swiftly twisted her staff around, and a circle of purple light appeared: she was summoning plants. They grew towards Luz and brought the broken bridge back together, catching her safely as she fell.

The staff Luz had been using shrunk, and turned into a cardinal. It flew up the ‘Hunter’s head and began desperately chirping and flapping.

“That’s right,” He muttered, catching the little bird, “you wouldn’t want me hurting your precious palisman- would you?” The bird chirped and cried in fear, “Oh, but again- I don’t care what you want” he said, a grim smile creeping onto his face.

“Goodbye, Evelyn,” he crushed the bird in his claws, the ends of them going completely through the red cardinal. Everyone gasped in horror, watching as green wisps bled out of him.

“NO!” (Y/N) screamed.

One of ‘Hunter’s’ hand reached out towards the bird, when suddenly it grabbed the wrist instead, and released the bird. He began shaking violently, as if trying to control himself.

“Flapjack!” Luz cried out in agony, tears in her eyes, “Flapjack… you’ll be ok…” She tried to reassure the little bird fighting for its life.

Hunter grunted, his arms moving hastily, and he stumbled closer and closer to the water. He punched himself and fell, panting madly.

“You know what I’d like, Belos?” He stood back up, grabbing his arm, walking closer to the water, “I’d like to leave the Emperor’s Coven, and never step foot in that throne room again! I’d like to study wild magic, and learn to carve palismen!” He stepped closer and closer to the edge, “I’d like to attend Hexside as a regular student, and play Flyer Derby with my friends!” He grabbed a small vial with a thick, blue liquid in it, “But most of all, I’d like to make sure, you never hurt anyone AGAIN!" He threw the vile into the water, and suddenly the same echo-like voice returned.

“NO!” It screamed, throwing itself into the water.

“HUNTER!” (Y/N) cried out desperately. Tears were in her eyes, she didn’t know what to do, she was frozen in fear and confusion.

“Oh no, no!” Luz cried out in panic.

Suddenly Camila rushed forwards, “MOVE!” She hurled herself into the water, and quickly came back up with Hunter. He had passed out and laid limp in her arms. She swam towards the bridge and laid him on it.

“Be careful with him!” Willow pleaded as they all surrounded him.

Hunter shook and finally screamed, a green slime flying out of his body, landing several feet away from them. It all came together to form a monster, several feet tall with horns, and a thin, disgusting frame.

(Y/N) was too scared to process it all, she blanked out on what was going on, losing herself in thought trying to find an explanation for all of it. The next thing she knew, the monster was walking through some type of portal, and it disappeared through it.

A moment of silence filled the air, “THAT’S THE BELOS YOU’VE BEEN FIGHTING THE WHOLE TIME?!” Camila exclaimed, horrified.

“Guys! Hunter isn’t moving!” Willow’s voice broke slightly as she spoke, and everyone gathered around him.

(Y/N) held his hand; she didn’t know what else to do. Tears pricked her eyes and shook violently.

“Vee! Call an ambulance!”

“Do human doctors know about possession?”

“Or grimwalkers?!”

(Y/N) looked around frantically, “Wait, what?! Possession? GRIMWALKERS?!”

The group ignored her, all of them desperately throwing out possible solutions and frantic cries.

The little cardinal crept forward, nuzzling Hunter’s lifeless form. It rested on his chest, closing his eyes as a bright light grew from under him. Everyone hushed as a slight glistening sound rang the air, little orbs of light floating up as the bird disappeared.

When he had evaporated into nothing but little specks of light, Hunter groaned and finally moved again. “H-hey guys. Is everyone else ok?” Hunter croaked softly, “Is (Y/N) ok?”

Gus was the first to speak, “Actually, Flapjack-”

“Don’t-” Hunter cut him off, tears streaming down his face “I-I already know” He trembled, gripping his shirt where Flapjack had laid.

“Sit up slowly, baby,” Camila soothed, “are you in pain anywhere?”

(Y/N) gently held his hand and helped him sit up, “I’m ok,” he said in almost a whisper.

(Y/N) ignored everything else for a moment, “Hunter, what just happened? HOW did any of this happen? Are you sure you’re alright? WHO WAS THAT?!”

He just smiled softly at her, “I’ll explain, but, yeah, I’m fine.” Suddenly, she turned around, realizing Camila was saying something about going to the Demon Realm. Hunter and the others made their way towards her. (Y/N) froze, were the stories she had read true? Was there really another world full of magic out there? Suddenly, the portal began to flicker out, “The portal’s closing,” Vee said worriedly.

Luz looked forward, “Then we better head in.”

Hunter began to make his way towards the portal, and (Y/N) felt her heart sink. Hunter stifled a cry and trembled, putting his hand over his chest, “Time to go home, Flap”.

Just as he began to step through, (Y/N) shouted, “HUNTER! WAIT!” She ran to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the portal.

“Wha- (Y/N)?” He stared at her, wide eyed, “(Y/N), I-” before he could continue, she burst out.

“Hunter, wait-” she looked from him, to the portal, and back to him, “Look I don’t know what’s happening or what you’re getting yourself into. There’s no way I’m just gonna let you wander through this by yourself when that… thing just went through.”

Hunter blushed lightly and his gaze softened, “(Y/N), that’s really sweet of you but, you belong here. I’m… I’m not a human,” He said, turning away.

As the two kept talking, Willow, Gus, and Amity all made their way through the portal.

“Hunter, that doesn’t change anything!” She said, smiling at him. His ears perked up. They are real!!

He turned to her again, “What? Really?” He asked, a deep blush coming across his face. Tears almost formed in his eyes.

“Of course this doesn’t change anything!” She said smiling as she took his other hand into her’s. “Look, no matter what this is, what challenge you’re facing or what danger you’re going up against, I want to be here with you the whole way through it!”

Hunter laughed lightly, “(Y/N)! That’s so sweet of you.” He smiled, tears streaming down his face.

“C’mere you!” She exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. Hunter hugged her back, almost sobbing into her shoulder. No one had ever made him feel like this. He wanted to feel like this forever.

As (Y/N) pulled away, she suddenly saw Vee shape-shift into Camila. Camila said something to her, and she shifted back as she was pulled into a hug. When Camila let go, (Y/N) jumped towards Vee.

“Hey, Vee!” She looked towards (Y/N) and blushed in fear.

“Oh! (Y/N), I- uh…”

“Can you do that for me too, please? Tell Ms. Oscar I had a family emergency but will try to be back soon!” Vee smiled at her.

“Sure thing, (Y/N)!”

(Y/N) turned towards Hunter and held out her hand. “Let’s go through, together.” He smiled, blushing again as he took her hand. Together, they walked through the portal and into the Demon Realm.

I’m editing this tomorrow Im gonna *passes away and dies*

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