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percy-puppy · 5 months

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Pairing: Obsessed!Stalker!Ghostface x Reader

Summary: Nobody asked him to, yet Ghostface becomes the God of revenge for you, bringing down everyone who has ever wronged you.

CW: 18+ Content | MDNI | Murder, Gore, Fake Friends, Cheating, Sexual Harassment, Mentions of Knifeplay, Male Masturbation, Reader gets called girl (1) time.

A/N: @mothymunson proofread as always & was the one I just spammed with the idea out of the blue, so… thanks, bestie! 💘

Your friends are getting killed one by one.

It starts with your boyfriend—Leading to you finding out he had an affair with your best friend the whole time.

Your other so-called friends? The whole group knew. “It just wasn't our thing to tell, you know…?” - “What can you do? They just fell in love.” The worst thing? You didn't expect your friends to react any differently.

They always were some fucked up blend of bullying snakes mixed with confidantes, but you kept them close as they are all the friendship you know.

Even if your boyfriend is dead, the betrayal sits deep inside your bones. There is no justice in any of this. Especially with your best friend now getting all the attention as she is “broken-hearted” about losing “her” man.

You're so upset and all alone. Where are your friends? Why aren't they consoling you?

Ghostface.

He sees it all. Has seen it for a while.

He saw your best friend with your boyfriend on his way home… well, to your home.

He heard your friends all laugh behind your back, mock you, talk shit, and make plans that actively excluded you.

He just wants you happy. You deserve it, but your friends are like an infection you don't know how to get rid of and go no contact.

So he does what he can do best.

He removes the diseased meat before it can spread.

Piece by piece.

One by one.

They need to suffer for all the times they made you cry, for all the times they made you think you're unlovable.

And you deserve some peace of mind to close the chapter of this rotten relationship you had—So it starts with a heart in a box at your doorstep.

It's in the cutest box, wrapped like a present. It's your boyfriend’s.

He promised it to you, after all. And since he didn't keep his promises, Ghostface ensures you at least get what you’re owed.

Then they find your best friend with her hands cut off and stuffed down her throat.

She's choking on the fact that she touched what was yours. Somebody say again that Ghostface doesn't have an excellent sense of humor.

But since you're his special girl, he doesn't even stop there. He takes care of you and all those pesky little problems in your life.

And it's brutal.

Bloody.

None of them had a quick death, and fairly, they deserve it.

That college teacher who had it out for you ever since you reported him for his inappropriate comments?

“Somebody” tied him to the back of his car and went on a little road trip with him hauled after.

Shame.

What a shame.

You hate to admit it, but you're glad they're gone. Yes, you're scared you're next cause you don't know that Ghostface does it all for you, but for the first time, you feel free.

If the killer keeps going like this, soon nothing and no one is left from your old life. Maybe, if you make it out alive, you can actually start a new life somewhere new.

And all the while you're going through a moral crisis and worry for your safety, Ghostface has the time of his life.

Killing was never more fulfilling.

He is technically changing the world.

Your world.

Making your life better and easier.

Your fights are his now. Your grudges are his.

Even if you buried the hatchet, he digs it back up.

Funnily enough? When police question you… When Gale Weathers pops up and starts snooping and asking if you know something, anything, you conveniently forget to mention how, weeks ago, all of your old diaries vanished from the attic.

You also forget about the late-night calls with the freak on the other side, breathing heavily, slick sounds hinting at him jerking off as he love-bombs you.

You think you lost the fear of Ghostface. He is like a phantom out to watch over you—Almost like a guardian angel.

Maybe he will turn up at your house at some point. Perhaps he will bring the knife and hold it to your throat while he does all the dirty things he promises you over the phone.

Speaking of… it rings again.

“Hello, little bunny. What's your favorite scary movie?”

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sparrow-the-tired-lesbian · 7 months

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thoughts on episode 2 (SPOILERS)

Oh don’t tell me we get Sylki this episode

OH MY GOD THEYRE WEARING TUXEDOS

MARRIED COUPLE LOKIUS

oh god no not Brad

HA LOKI SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM

Mobius you’re such a dummie

B15 MY BELOVED

OHOHO GET FUCKED BRAD

Mobius is gay panicking

BRAD WHAT KIND OF RUN IS THAT

OHOHO MAGIC

WHERE DID YA COME FROM WHERE DID YA GO WHERE DID YA COME FROM COTTON EYE LO

MOBIUS IS GAY PANICKINGGGGGG

*sings along to the theme song*

Ohhh b15 you’re lookin fine

There’s a jail in the TVA??? I forgot about that

bring it to my son

OUROBOROS WHERE ARE YOU

SON

Aww he talks to himself that’s cute

So smart

He’s gonna get so fed up with people bringing shit to him when he wrote a whole book about it

Sweet Casey

Married couple Lokius building their IKEA bed

CASEY READ THE GUIDEBOOK! WE STAN A GREAT BOI

I’m going to fight Brad

Brad is so right about Lokis character but damn Mobius going to defend him is kinda gay

Why do I feel like Brad is talking directly to me when he’s talking to-

DONT TALK ABOUT FRIGGA I WILL MURDER YOU BRAD

The sass on lokis tone I’m going to cry

Mobius reign in your boyfriend

Loki is scaring me actually

That sounded kinda sexual Loki my man

YOURE RIGHT BRAD

THERAPY

MOBIUS’S PET?

Yeah Mobius who were you

Oh jeez

Mobius is about to flip out

HE FLIPPED

Loki caring for his husband <3

Following each other <3

KISS NOW

THE PIE SCENE

Awe Loki with his little legs crossed he’s so adorable around Mobius

Yeah you lost it baby

Comfort your husband Loki

WASNT TACTICAL??? BABE YOU ATTACKED NYC

Talk about your feelings Mobius

Why would you thank him for kidnapping you Mobius?

Felt that about bad and good lemme tell ya

Would you quit it about Sylvie

OUROBOROS!!!!

Don’t get hurt baby I’ll cry

Uh oh

UH OH

BRAD????

Is he dead?

Aww man he’s alive

Round two of what babe

NEED ANOTHER SESSION???

HARDBALL TACTICS?!!!??!

WHAT ARE THESE WORDS YOURE SAYING

Big machine

He’ll torture you babe

Remembering things for their husband this is cute

Uh oh Loki what are you doing

LOKI STOP IT

LOKI

stop asking about Sylvie for the love of god

ENJOY YOURSELF?!

Mobius you’re so sweet

YEAH BRAD DONT BRING UP A VILLAIN’S MOTHER

Kill him hon maybe we won’t have to deal with his dumb ass

Terrible awful things

He’s lost his shit I love it

Loki please this is going too far

Okay nice we made Brad suffer and Loki is being everything Mobius could want in a boyfriend

Mobius was in on it?!

OB WHAT DO YOU MEAN WERE GONNA DIE

*gasp* OUROBOROS AND CASEY MY NEW OTP

HES FANBOYING

AWWWW BABIES

oh no world is dead

*sings McDonald’s jingle*

Where’s my wife

Awww she’s so proactive I love her so much

NO NO NO NOT SYLKI PLEASE NOT SYLKI

One Unhappy meal please

Talk less Loki

Can Sylvie drive

CORRECT OMG MY WIFE

THIS IS MY BELOVED

Leave her alone Loki please

OH MY GOD MOBIUS IS ON SOME SYLKI HATE

“It’s cinema thank you very much”

Murder

QUICK CHANGE WITH SYLVIE

THEYRE KILLING RVERYTHING

IHOHO MURDER

COMPROMISED OF CIURSE BABY

OH NO

call your boyfriend Casey

Don’t hold hands

uh oh

Bye bye Sylvie :)

Oh she’s back

What are we looking at

Oh no…

Those are people!

Uh oh Sylvie’s angry

I might as well just make a harem of marvel women I want to wife me up

Don’t pull that Sylki bullshit on me

Mobius is sad Loki go comfort him

At least Sylvie had her life

Does she have a friend?

What’s going on between those two?!

I’m so confused

Post credits???

Why not?

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 months

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Happy Tears

insecure virgil who fears that janus and remus only kept him close out of pity because of his anxiety – anon

I’m not putting the whole ask heard bc by god is it long

Read on Ao3

Warnings: panic attacks, insecure virgil, touch starvation

Pairings: virgil/janus/remus, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 3970

Virgil is no stranger to tears. Of fear, of anger, of panic, of sadness. Especially since he's become distant from his family, the two people who he misses more than his own shadow. Perhaps, though, he is not the only one missing someone so terribly it aches.

There are few things more truly upsetting than learning that someone you thought cared for you is only doing so out of the genuine kindness they themselves possess and not out of anything that makes you special to them.

Everything they have done for you, every bit of kindness paid to you, every time you thought to go to them because you knew they would make you feel safe…all of it is a testament to how good of a person they are and has nothing to do with you. You are but another recipient of their kindness. There isn’t anything that differentiates you from everyone else they choose to be kind to because they are kind and the world is all the better for it and their world would only change slightly if you were no longer receiving that kindness. And there is something…oddly wonderful about that, for how lucky are you to have known even a day of kindness, and how crushing it is to discover that it isn’t your own virtue that sprung up that desire for kindness.

Perhaps that, in and of itself, is a whole new kind of selfishness.

Virgil knows, he does, that he is not easy to care for. He doesn’t make it easy, how can he, when his brain is constantly trying to make itself believe the worst? How can he, when even the merest offer of kindness is misconstrued to be a trick? Or when he lashes out in fear and anger and hurts those who would come to help him? What use is there for something that breaks if someone so much as looks at it wrong?

He tried to explain it once, when the kindness had come in the form of soft words and gentle questions, to say that he becomes convinced that everyone secretly hates him, that every time he’s gone they all think about how much better it would be if he didn’t come back, or that one day they’ll realize how much of a pain he is to deal with and cut him swiftly from their lives like a chunk of dead wood. And because his brain is his brain, the words had no more formed than a swift rebuttal arose, stating how cruel it was that he thought that of them, how mean it was, how unjust it was for him to think of them like that. And he’d wanted to scream at that part of himself that he wasn’t doing it on purpose, he couldn’t help it, that was him trying to explain why his brain was such an asshole, not what he was doing to make the job of paying him kindness even more challenging.

But in the end, the other side won, and he swallowed the words behind his hoodie strings.

He’s messy. He’s too messy for them to deal with. And now that they don’t have to do it anymore, why would they bother?

Because it wasn’t just the three of them in the dark anymore. It wasn’t the frantic skittering of spider legs and the wet sloshing of tentacles and the comforting hisses of a snake, no. Now the cobwebs blew through near-empty corridors as the glimmer of light led toward laughing and talking and the glimmers of a better place. The sun looked so nice sparkling on the tops of the waves, and snakes did better in the warmth of the bright light, but spiders scuttled and hid in the shadows because no one wants to look at a spider if they can help it.

He gets the irony. Really, he does. He was the first one to leave. He left them first. And he dragged his feet all the way there while the others sought to bring them out too. What right did he have to say they left him?

But how could he go to Patton, who was sweet and kind and strong enough to believe unwaveringly in the good of the world and ask him to love a spider? How could he face that with snot and tears running down his face while he screamed and shouted? How could he go to Logan, who was clever and compassionate and tell him he didn’t know what to do? How could he explain what he was doing when it was at its very core irrational? How could he go to Roman, who was brave and kind and good and ask him for anything? How could he? How dare he?

And how could he contrast the three of them with Janus and Remus, when they had been with him for as long as he could remember? How could he believe the others too good for him when everyone always had been?

No. He was too much. They didn’t deserve to deal with that. He would deal. By himself. That was better.

And it’s not like it’s all bad. He’s not—he’s not totally alone. He’s got them, he does. He has people now. He could go and talk to them if he wanted to. And they’re good people. They would listen. Because they’re kind like that. They scoop spiders up in paper towels or cups and put them outside so they can run free.

Virgil just squashes them on sight.

No. This was okay. He could make it easier for them. He can give them Virgil to deal with, not the spider.

He…he’ll be the spider by himself. In his dirty webs covered in flies. He can…he can do this. They don’t need to deal with him.

It doesn’t matter that the webs blow around all the time in the empty corridors. It doesn’t matter that the nights get colder and colder with no other moving creatures around. It doesn’t matter that he has to build his web in secret corners the Light has forgotten about.

It’s better this way.

…he just has to get over it.

***

“Virgil?”

Virgil pulls an earbud out of his head. “Yeah, Princey?”

“I have a question for you and I don’t want you to throw anything at my head.”

“So ask me a question that doesn’t make me want to throw something at your head, I don’t understand what the problem is.”

Roman sighs, huffing something that could be a laugh as he swats halfheartedly at Virgil’s leg. “Why don’t you come to movie night anymore?”

Okay. Stay calm. There’s a way to handle this question without summoning the snake.

“After all the bullshit you guys have been giving me about getting my sleep schedule on track?” He scoffs. “Now you want me to throw it all away?”

“Movie nights normally end at like, ten at the latest. And we can always start earlier if it’s really a big deal.”

“Nah.” He waves a hand. “Just not my thing.”

Roman narrows his eyes. ‘So it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that Janus and Remus have started coming to more of them?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. “What’s it to you, Princey?”

“Just—is it?”

Virgil hunches his shoulders. “What if it was? Would you stop inviting them?”

“No, but—“

“Then I don’t get why we’re having this conversation.” Virgil jams his earbud back into his ear and turns up the volume. He can see Roman still talking but he’s not listening. He’s not. He’s done with that. “I can’t hear you, you know.”

“Take the earbud out, then.”

Virgil sighs but does, turning to glare at Roman. “What?”

”I just—they miss you, Virgil.”

Now he really does scoff. “They don’t miss me.”

“I don’t think you get to decide that for them.”

“What the fuck could they possibly miss about me?” His hand balls up around the discarded earbud. “And what—no. You’re wrong, Princey. They don’t miss me.”

Roman just looks at him. His eyes narrow slightly. He’s staring at him like he’s trying to figure out what Virgil’s talking about, which—if Roman doesn’t understand there’s nothing about Virgil worth missing, that means he needs to leave before Roman figures that out.

”Whatever,” he mutters under his breath, getting up from the couch, “just—don’t ask me stupid questions.”

”Virgil, wait—“

Roman grabs his arm.

Three things happen at the same time.

First, a burning sensation rockets up Virgil’s arm and shocks his chest.

Second, his throat constricts and squeezes around every sound he could ever possibly make.

Third, he feels a very familiar tug in his gut as someone, or more accurately, two someones notice that something is wrong.

He rips his arm away from Roman and sinks out, scrabbling frantically at his chest and arm to get that feeling off of him, make it stop, go away. The room buckles and shudders around him as he yanks his headphones off and tears at his clothes. He dives under the covers and curls up tight. The mass in his chest keeps building, building, building—

They almost found out. They almost found out and they can’t find out because if they find out they’ll want to deal with it and that’s awful of him to want to make them deal with him again, not again, he can’t do that to them, they’re too good for it, how dare he t try and make them deal with the mess that he is is, with the awful thing that he is, the horrible, awful, messy, terrible thing that he is. He can’t do that. He can’t do that to them. He can’t. He can’t. He can’t.

Shame on you, the tendrils of web hiss as they shoot out in all directions, shame on you. All Roman wanted to do was check in and you were awful to him.

Stop it, he pleads through a ruined chest, stop it, stop it, stop it!

You’re the awful one, it taunts, tying him up in sticky ropes, you’re the one who insists there’s nothing to miss about you. You’re right, who the fuck could miss this?

Another slimy web wraps around his throat, burning from how cold it is. A cruel wind howls in Virgil’s ears and he curls up tighter, fists pressed against his temples to try and drown it out.

You’re such an idiot, the voice hisses, because it’s in his head, so how could he ever drown it out? You’re such a fucking idiot. You can’t do anything right. You couldn’t even make yourself scarce right.

The howling wind stings his ears and his head pounds. The sticky webs fill his lungs and his nose and he can’t breathe through them. More webs tangle up in the spider’s legs and tears glue themselves to his cheeks. It doesn’t matter how hard he tries to curl up. The wind will find him.

It’s cold.

It’s so, so cold.

He weathers it for as long as he can. The webs shake and shudder in the storm as he cries and hyperventilates. His ears fill with merciless wind and he can’t make anything other than horrible, hitching sobs until the webs glue his mouth too. But when even the wind grows tired of him, he drags himself up out of the disgusting mess he’s made of the blankets and shambles to the bathroom.

The lights make him wince. He fumbles to turn on the sink. He shoves his sleeves up to his elbows and scrubs harshly at his face. He spits out mucus and tries to remember how to breathe like a normal person. He catches sight of his face in the mirror.

There is no tragic hero in what he sees, no dramatic catharsis, no pitiable victim or wounded survivor.

There’s just a mess. A drippy, bloated, disgusting mess.

He tears his eyes away from the mirror and scrubs his face with a towel. A bit of makeup comes off on it. As he looks at it, a memory flashes to the front of his mind.

Here, a soft voice says, try this first. This will take off most of it for you.

Not that I care, another voice says, I like it. Fuck up my towel as much as you want.

Despite everything, a laugh chokes its way from his throat. He rubs his thumb over the stain, again and again. Memories swirl around, of Janus coaxing him into a cuddle, of Remus rubbing his back and playing with his hair, of the both of them gently bullying him into the bath and then into a pile of soft blankets, of them whispering that it’s okay, everything’s okay, he’s going to be okay. On instinct, he turns to show it to them, but—

But he meets an empty, blank wall.

He clutches the towel to his chest. He slides down to curl up on the floor. The tile is cold under him.

This time, when he starts crying, he can’t blame the panic attack, or the webs, or the cold, or anything other than the fact that he is enough of a mess that he can make himself get this upset over nothing at all.

***

A robin, carrying a small piece of paper in its beak over a forest of bare trees and strange creatures.

A raven, landing atop a glistening balustrade.

A deer, walking across a perilous stone bridge with a small basket strapped to its back.

A shambling rock beast with a secret compartment in its chest, crawling up the side of a babbling brook.

A dragon with gleaming red scales flying towards a tall tower of oily black stone.

A Kraken emerging from the water depths in the moat of a shining castle.

A plan.

***

Virgil gets up at the knock on his door, frowning when he opens it to see no one on the other side. He’s about to write it off as a very unoriginal prank, when he notices the card lying on the floor. He frowns, going to pick it up., A gold wax seal holds it closed and he rolls his eyes fondly as he closes his door.

Princey truly is one for the dramatics.

He opens the card, setting the envelope down on his table. There’s a cute picture of a cottage on the front and very simple text that reads: ‘Imagination. 6PM. Come and see.’

It’s li Princey knew he wasn’t getting up before 3 at the latest. He glances at the clock—2:45–and decides that yeah, sure, why not? Roman has good surprises in the Imagination more often than not, and it’s not like he’ll have to stay if he really doesn’t like whatever it ends up being.

He flips the card over to the back and laughs when he sees the other text Roman’s left for him. No tricks. Just for you. Promise.

“You’re a dork, Princey.”

When 6 rolls around, he tucks the card in the pocket of his hoodie and ambles over to the door the Imagination. He debates if he should knock—that would be polite, right?—but as soon as he raises his hand, the door swings open. He steps through into a late-afternoon path through a glade of trees. Sunlight slants through the leaves, golden light touching the stones in the path leading up to the cottage from the card. The air is pleasantly warm, not too hot for his hoodie, nor cold enough to make him grateful for it. The door to the Imagination swings shut behind him, its outline glowing for a moment before it melds seamlessly with the forest path. The smell of wildflowers and the sound of faintly-buzzing bees follows him as he walks up to the cottage.

The door opens with barely a creak as he steps inside. A tiny kitchen sits at his immediate left, a small staircase leading up to a second floor on his right. Directly in front of him are a set of large windows, each framed by curtains, and a giant mound of pillows in the centre of the floor. A fireplace sits ready and waiting tucked into the recess of one wall, directly opposite a table pushed against the side of the room. The windows are cracked, just slightly, and he realizes they’re doors. Huge glass doors that can be opened up to let the evening air in. He wanders forward, drawn by the pile that seems to sparkle in the golden hour light, his hand going to the card in his pocket.

”Wow,” he mumbles under his breath, taking another step forwards, “this…this is…wow.”

From above him, he hears the creak of floorboards, followed by footsteps on the stairs. He turns slightly to meet who he assumes is Roman, but doesn’t take his eyes off the pillows.

“This place is great, Princey. What’s the, uh, what’s the occasion?”

The footsteps come to a stop right behind him. Something out of the corner of his eye moves and he looks down to see two gloved hands wrap around his waist and pull him against a terrifyingly familiar chest.

“Gotcha,” Janus murmurs into his ear, “hi, sweetie.”

Virgil’s heart stops.

“I know Roman wrote ‘no tricks,’” Janus continues, voice still as soft and gentle as Virgil remembers, “but I’m afraid I may have…misled him a little. Not that he suspected otherwise, I’m sure, but I had a feeling you wouldn’t have come if you thought it wasn’t just Roman asking.”

“What—how—why—“

“Shh, sweetie,” he interrupts with a gentle squeeze around Virgil’s middle, “just let me talk for a little, okay? I’m not—I’m not sure if I can get all of it out if I don’t start now.”

Virgil’s mouth shuts and he nods jerkily.

“Thank you.” Janus takes a breath and Virgil can feel his hands trembling ever so slightly. “I…I’m the one who asked Roman to ask you about movie nights. I didn’t know it would upset you. I’m sorry.”

Virgil doesn’t say anything. He feels a shaky breath on the back of his neck.

“We miss you, sweetie,” comes the whisper, “we miss you, little spider.”

A whimper leaves his mouth before he can stop it and he claps his hands over his mouth to keep the rest of them in. He hears a soft noise of protest and another hand—right, because he can do that—covers them.

“I know you don’t believe me,” Janus says softly, “I know you don’t. It’s not your fault your brain is awful to you, sweetie. But I need you to believe me when I say we do miss you, Virgil, we miss you terribly.”

Virgil swallows. His throat works against the collar of his hoodie. Janus carefully pries his hands from his face and holds them tightly. The arms around his waist squeeze again.

“I miss you,” he croaks, the pillows blurring in front of him, “I miss you so much.”

“We miss you too, little spider, come back to us. Let us be with you again.”

“But I’m—“

“What,” Janus asks when Virgil chokes himself off, “what are you?”

“I’m so messy.”

The softest chuckle as Janus squeezes him again. “Since when has Remus shied away from a little mess? Since when have I?”

Virgil’s lip wobbles. He wants. He wants. He wants to believe so bad that this is real and they don’t care but they do care and the problem is that this is just how good they are, and it has nothing to do with him.

As if he can hear him, Janus sets his chin on Virgil’s shoulder, voice soft in his ear.

“Are you going to be stubborn, little spider?”

Oh, god.

Those words were whispered when the storms were too loud, or the bath was too cold, or the night too scary, when he was pulled into embraces whether he pouted about them or not, and he’s crying, he’s crying all over again, and he can’t say yes but he can’t say no.

“Alright, you asked for it.”

The arms and hands begin to pull away and he lets out a frightened noise and there’s a small shove in the small of his back and he’s tumbling into the pillows and the pillows are—opening?

A blur of black and green surges up from the middle of the pillows and wraps around him, pulling him deep into the soft pile and wriggling around until he’s neck-deep in them. He splutters and flails a little until the blur solidifies into arms and legs and a torso and a head buried into the crook of his neck, snuffling against the collar of his hoodie. He hears Janus chuckling in the background as a low purr rumbles against his chest and he—he—

“Little monster,” Remus mumbles happily, getting comfortable half on top of him, “I gotcha.”

“R-Remus?”

“Yeah, it’s me. You gonna be a pouty spider about it?”

Virgil couldn’t not be pouty if he tried right now, not when Remus is cuddling him and teasing him and it’s still so warm and soft. His lip wobbles again and he knows his eyes must be huge as Remus leans up just enough to kiss his nose.

“Aww,” he coos, half babying and all care, “you feeling lonely, little spider?”

Something collapses.

Virgil doesn’t know what’s happening, where he is, what is going on, only that he’s crying and Remus is holding him and Janus is here and he’s babbling something about being sorry and missing them and wanting them and not wanting to be a mess and crying all over them and everything is messy and sticky and perfect again. Remus keeps making his weird purring noise that makes Virgil’s tummy feel funny and Janus murmurs in his ears, filling them with soft words and gentle touches. The sun is warm and the light is soft and the world is still, just for a little while, just so that Virgil can be a mess and that’s okay.

“When you’re ready,” Janus says softly as his hand cards through Virgil’s hair, “you can have a shower upstairs and we can cuddle in the big bed.”

Remus hums in agreement, still half on top of him just to keep his soul squished into his body. A hiccuping breath is met with shushing and a gentle rub of his stomach. “You’re getting spoiled, little monster. You’ve deprived us of it for too long.”

“Mm.”

“A-bup-bup.” Remus holds a finger over Virgil’s mouth as he goes to protest. “No arguments, little monster. We care about you and you have to deal with it, understand?”

“Best nod and agree,” Janus threatens playfully, “he’s been in a mood all day.”

As fingers dig warningly into his side, Virgil squeaks and nods. Remus grins and presses a smacking kiss to his forehead. “You need to be a puddle for a bit longer?”

“…is that okay?”

“Of course,” Janus murmurs, sliding down to lie beside them, “whenever you’re ready.”

Remus just makes a gleeful noise and flops back down, going back to nuzzling him like he’s a cat. Which…he might be. Virgil’s not putting anything past him.

The world is still soft and safe as they lie there on the pillows. Twinkling motes of light come in through the big windows and a soft breeze starts to dry some of his tears. Remus is warm and solid on top of him, Janus’s hand gentle as they card through his hair. As Virgil blinks up at the ceiling, his eye catches on a silvery strand of something between two of the wooden boards. He follows it to a corner near the center beam splitting the roof, and he sees a glistening, sparkling spider web.

In the strands of the web are the words welcome home.

For the first time in who knows how long, Virgil cries happy tears.

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maleyanderecafe · 8 months

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Hi, have you played Dot Kareshi III game? The "villager" is really sweet (and a yandere) I think

Phew man, I remember hearing about this game a long time ago back when finding yanderes was like finding a unicorn (now a days sometimes you just run into a unicorn in the middle of the street before it tries to impale you), but I never got to play it, even until now! And even then... well, I mean it really does remind me of when we weren't nearly as blessed with yanderes because... there's not really a lot of yandere content going on, at least in this third iteration.

Just going into the third game, I didn't really know what to expect and it does reference the first two games which I never played. Luckily, Cherry was there to fill me in. Basically the whole premise of Dot Kareshi is that the MC (that's you) have been grinding at this RPG game for years on end, to the point where you've basically ended up breaking the game, changing some of the character's personalities (like making the healer a sadist and the knight a masochist), oneshotting the demon lord so hard that he literally can't access his final form anymore and just basically making all of the main party super overpowered. The first two games are about the Heros in your game's party as well as side characters, while the last game is about the villains (well, mostly villians), which include, a slime enemy that turned human, the demon lord which you oneshotted a while ago thus reducing him into a weaker version, the dark knight who you ignored his side quest and shoved in a wagon so now his sister is dead and unavenged, and of course, the villager who is the stock normal NPC that you have seen throughout your journey. The story starts generally with the game starting on new game plus, and the four love interests getting a wish from a god ala golden axe story (except instead of an axe, it's a bug, like a game bug) and summoning you into their world. After which you go to the villager's house to rest, choose a route you'd like to pursue, eventually go to the demon lord's castle to party and get drunk, talk to a main, go into the hot springs with the villager and attempt to summon yourself back home. The bad ending is always the same with you stuck in the world and continuing to explore the world party, the normal ending your love interest prevents you from returning and you live life with them in the game and the good ending where you drag them into your world and force them to get a job or taxes and falling in love.

Anyways, since we'll be talking about the villager's route, I'll just summarize his. After choosing his route, the villager will end up asking everyone to help out in the village, but strangely enough, there's nobody around. During this time he pairs himself up with you, happy that the two of you can finally be together. He ends up creating a sort of pocket dimension he brings you, hoping to trap the two of you in there together. We see that he actually has the memories of all of the NPC characters in the game that we meet in previous Dot Kareshi games, but was unable to talk to them as he could only say pre programmed lines. He pretty much laments being an NPC as he basically doesn't have a role in the game and could never speak to her directly. However, because he doesn't have a role, he can basically become any role in the game and chooses to be powerful (basically the mentality of like if you are nothing, then you are everything or if nothing matters then everything matters) and gains godlike powers. The other characters come in to try to rescue you but after you accept his feelings, the portal ends and the everyone is brought back to normal. As it turns out because he was finally able to confess his feelings to you, the wish that the god gave him from the beginning was fulfilled and everything is fine now. The rest of the game plays out as above.

In his good ending, he is brought into the real world and more or less decides to become a house husband, cooking, cleaning and doing laundry for you. His plan is to make you rely on him so much that you won't be able to live without him. Then the two of you get ice cream.

In his normal ending, he ends up dragging you back to stay in this world, basically becoming a villager along side him as the two of you work together to gather food.

Like I said, this game is pretty short and it is very comedy focused. Slime and Villager serve mostly as straight men while the Dark Knight and the Demon Lord are usually doing chuuni things (though as most comedy it can be reversed). When it comes to comedy it pretty much nails it as it makes fun of a lot of tropes in RPG games and in general is a pretty fun time, in terms of that. But that being said I think I was expecting more from this game considering how much I saw it back when yanderes were much more rare. I guess I was expecting the Villager to have more (?) yandere moments than we actually got, and while yes, he is a yandere, he doesn't really have any yandere moments outside of his route. Most of the time he just plays straight man and doesn't even get jealous or have a hint of jealousy when other guys get near you, and even in his route he pretty much only uses his god powers once before he never uses it again. His yandere moments pretty much only appear for the brief time he brings you into his portal and again when he goes back into your world. It's there, but again, very short and non consequential. If I had the lens of this being a fun short game, I would probably have liked Villager's route more, but because of the expectation of it having more yandere than it already had, I feel let down about what little there was already. Still cute, just, not a lot going on. I don't think it helps that a lot of Rejet games tend to focus on more darker elements, so that was another thing that skewed my expectations.

Overall, not a bad short game. I wouldn't really say that the yandere in this one is a lot, but it is in there. Good for a small an hilarious time though I will say. I like villager's voice quite a lot since it's rather soft sounding. I also have not listened to the voice drama though I have heard that Villager also has some yandere lines there.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #asks #dot kareshi

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plslovemeforeverandever · 9 months

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Dude you have no idea how thrilled I am to find another blog that appreciates the concept of a yandere solid snake as much as I do. Oh my God just imagine him and Liquid in a yandere rivalry over the same person-

Welcome to the tiny circle of hell @bweoo and i populate :3 (they made my pfp i love it soooo much mwah)

Not sure what took you to my blog since I'm a literal nobody, but thank you for asking! That Good Yandere Mg s content is in tragically short supply both here and on ao3, though what exists is pretty good.

(You can take my thoughts with a grain of salt since i haven't finished twin snakes yet hehe. Bweoo gave me that sweet infodump)

For Liquid and Solid, their issues comes from a conflict of perspective

As we've semi-established, Solid is an overprotective type yandere. The kind of man to lend a hand unprompted when needed- whether it be a ride home, a steady hand or a warm word.

(The kind of man who lights his cigarette under a streetlamp across the street from your appartment. Keeping an eye peeled. Just in case)

Overbearing, watchful, observant, in a way the average person could never comprehend. He's lucid enough to know his actions are strange - swiping clothes from your beloved's laundry bin is hardly normal- but he cannot for the life of him pull away, helpless to escape their orbit.

Despite these acts, Snake's desperate to preserve a sense of normalcy.

His end goal is ensuring his beloved's happiness + wellbeing no matter the cost to his mind, body, and sanity. And if those costs are paid by other people uninvolved in his balancing act...no one (especially not you) needs to know

At the end of another mission, tossing and turning alone in his quarters, Solid yearns for your warm warm hands.

Liquid however, is a whole other can of crazy. A churning sea riddled with insecurity, daddy issues, and zero impulse control wrapped up in a set of chiseled abs

Where Solid is "selfess," Liquid is greedy. Where Solid is stable, Liquid is erratic. He demands every iota of your attention while denying he wants it.

Don't be fooled by his british rage, Liquid craves validation like a flame craves oxygen. He needs the addictive high of your eyes on him. Only him.

He's your world entire, after all (as you are his).

Why would your pretty little head think it needed anyone else?

Unfortunately, Liquid does not take to anyone breaking this illusion. As shown by canon, he deems violence an appropriate problem solving skill. Just last week he jammed his thumb in agent's eye socket for "flirting" (read: asking your name)n. After that, no one breathed a word in your direction.

While he's never turned that blazing heat of hatred on you, it's only a matter of time. A stray glance here or a head tilt there and his beloved might find themselves in hot water with their big bad terrorist 'lover.'

(He's not all bad, not all the time. Not in the dead of night, his arms wrapped around your smaller frame so tight you feared fusing into a single being.)

Ok I went off too long . Anyway...

Solid and Liquid's rivalry/relationship is already tumultuous, but add a common obsession to the mix and their fight would reach a fever pitch.

Solid's careful meticulous planning all goes out the window when Liquid snatches you from the compound. He sees no problem in taking - id might as well be his middle name- and claiming the ultimate prize.

Solid panics -> rushes off to save them -> spirits them from Liquid's maniacally laughing arms -> Liquid devises a way to strike back in rage -> and so on and so forth until one of them explodes.

Not to mention a good chunk of Liquid's insecurity stems from being the "inferior" twin. Losing his partner to Solid is too crushing a blow, so he fights tooth and nail to bring s/o back. Even if he has to drag you kicking and screaming all the way to his base.

Snake wants a peaceful Alaskan retirement, while Liquid wants to set the world ablaze with his beloved by his side. Obviously these futures are not compatible.

Both have a vested interest in securing s/o to "protect" them from their twin. Both see themselves as s/o's ideal lover

As for who would win? While Liquid has boundless passion, Solid and his more lax demeanour might win s/o over.

It's up to you viewers! Stay tuned maybe for other things if you want.

I'm running out of steam

(Big boss is a whole other can of worms. To me. He is a fusion of both solid and liquids best/worst traits. The snake yandere gene is real)

Hope this helped (?) Somehow. Have a good day !!!

#sorry i eepy #thanks for the ask #my stuff #yandere #yandere mgs #yandere metal gear solid #bweoo here #i didnt mention the jerkoff pillow sadge

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penny00dreadful · 5 months

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1st July 2015

Big brown eyes and soft plush lips were still plaguing his mind and it had been months.

He’d met Eddie once, exactly once, shoving him into an alleyway and he hadn’t seen him since.

Why the fuck was he still thinking about him?

Steve didn’t go out looking for him, he didn’t.

He may have taken some lower end work dealing with some small-time drug ‘lords’ who owned a particular apartment building or a stretch of street and maybe he was hoping he’d come across Eddie during one of these missions, sweep him away and get him out of whatever mess he was in.

Couldn’t be that hard, right?

But Eddie seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth.

Granted he’d never seen the guy around before so it wasn’t exactly unusual that he hadn’t seen him since.

Maybe it had been just a ‘two ships passing in the night’ thing.

Maybe they’d find each other again when they were ninety and just about to drop dead from old age.

And maybe it was just supremely creepy that Steve couldn’t stop thinking of one guy he’d met one time, going so far as to try and seek him out, hoping they’d see each other again just so he could pull him into the super dangerous world of spycraft and probably get him killed along the way.

What on earth was going on in his head?

“Dingus? Earth to dingus?”

Ah.

That’s what was going on in his head.

“Yes, Birdie?” Steve flipped the cold compress over, pressing it back down to his eye and sinking deeper into his couch, sighing into the empty apartment.

“Just checking you’re alive is all.”

“Well my vitals are right there in front of your screen so that should answer your question. It’s just a black eye, not a concussion. I’m not going to die from a black eye.”

“If anyone would, it would be you.”

“I’ve survived much worse than a black eye-”

“Yeah, I know-”

“I’ve been tortured, Birdie.” Steve squeaked, trying to sound as pathetically upset as possible.

“I know. I was there. In your head the whole time.”

“Well now you’re just making me sound crazy.”

“And back then, like today, your fucking mic was on and you wouldn’t stop snarking-”

Steve dropped his mouth open in outrage. “I wasn’t snarking, I was quipping-”

“They were some pretty weak fucking quips, babe.”

“Okay, well why don’t you try being smart while you’re facing down three goons with sharp objects. I doubt you’d be able to come up with something good that quick.”

“Is that really what you want Steven? You really want me out there? In the field? With a gun?”

Oh god, wouldn’t that just be a sight to behold. Robin was as smooth as a newborn giraffe, she’d be more of a danger to herself than any target she was given.

And Steve would sooner die than see her in danger like that.

“You’re right. You’d probably shoot your own nose off by accident.”

“Yeah.” He could hear Robin’s pout. “I like my nose.”

“I like your nose too.”

She laughed. “You’re such a weirdo.”

“Your weirdo.” He nodded.

“Yeah, my weirdo.” He heard her take a breath before asking, “Do you think you’ll be in tomorrow? Hopper wants a meeting.”

“Hooray.” Steve said with a sarcastic smile, even though no one could see him. “What does he want?”

“Gee, I don’t know Steven.” Robin answered back with the most peppy curiosity that made Steve roll his eyes. “It’s so strange that Hopper would call a meeting with you to discuss something in particular and not tell me what it was. Because then I could pass the information on to you and we could discuss it, therefore negating the meeting altogether-”

“Alright, alright, alright. I get it, Birdie. I’ll be in. Honestly I’ve been itching for something a little more hardcore lately. A little like the old days. I’m sick of fucking drug dealers and small time loan sharks. I want something a little more exciting.”

And Eddie was in the wind.

But he didn’t say that. He’d been keeping his… minor obsession to himself, reasoning he’d bring it up whenever he found him again and brought him into the fold.

But that hadn’t happened so, no Eddie-talk.

Robin didn’t even know his name.

“Be careful what you wish for babe. ‘A little more exciting’ could get you killed.”

2nd July 2015

Those words were playing on repeat in Steve’s head the next morning as he stepped into Hopper’s office.

“Have a seat, kid.” The head of The Agency was chewing on a cigar, like he almost always was.

When Steve had started with The Agency at eighteen years of age and fresh out of high school, Hopper’s casual (albeit gruff) warmth had unnerved him.

He’d spent the first couple of years high strung and tense, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Hopper to finally snap after luring Steve into a false sense of security.

And Hopper had snapped, but not in the way his parents would have. He’d complain and shout and grumble but there was never a threat behind it, never any danger. And over the last nine years working with him, Steve had come to learn that not every older man in authority was his father.

Hopper always kept a dish of butterscotch candies on his desk and Steve reached for one when he sat down.

The younger agents, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, Max and even Robin all made fun of him for it. They called them grandma’s candies but Steve didn’t care.

He liked them and if that made him a grandma then he’d be a grandma.

Hopper watched him through the cigar smoke, elbows on his expensive walnut desk.

“You’re my top agent, Steve.”

“Yup.”

There was no use denying it. He was. He had the highest successful completion rate, his hand to hand was unparalleled and choosing Robin as his guy in the chair had been a stroke of pure fucking genius.

No amount of training with someone else would be able to replicate what they had together.

“You remember when I sent you to infiltrate Brenner’s syndicate?”

Steve scrunched up his nose. “How could I forget?”

It had been his highest profile mission.

He’d nearly died.

Tortured and then chewed up by Brenner’s hungry dogs when escaping from the compound after he had sent the kids ahead to escape with El.

It had been the kids first mission together since Steve had recruited them all.

Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike had all come from the same town and had initially been put under Steve’s protection when they had seen something they weren’t supposed to see, leading to a bounty on their heads from Walsh and Dante.

They had eventually pestered Steve into sponsoring them for positions at The Agency.

Max had come along later, spying on her brother's gang for them before she was safely extracted. Steve had never met her brother but he had been the one to bring Max in, sponsoring her as well.

El was their newest. Not an agent and it probably would be a long time before she was mentally ready for that, but the kids clicked with her anyway.

The kids had managed to smuggle her out after she had appeared to have been killed and she was still in hiding, presumed dead.

Steve had been ushering them out when the dogs descended, running in the opposite direction to the kids in order to lead the rabid animals away.

Once he’d had a solid pound of flesh taken from him (probably) and had escaped the attack, he’d then been forced to walk for miles through dense woodland before he could contact The Agency for extraction.

He had some pretty gnarly scars to prove it.

But the memory of personally putting a bullet through Brenner’s head a year later was just as satisfying as the rest was nauseating.

Hopper nodded. “Well, I have something similar that needs taking care of. And I need the best.”

“More human trafficking?”

“Not exactly.” Hopper leaned back in his chair, the leather fabric creaking as he moved and laced his hands over his belly. “You’ve heard of Henry Creels’s… operation?”

Steve swallowed.

Fuck.

Be careful what you wish for babe. ‘A little more exciting’ could get you killed.

Robin was never going to let him live this down.

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Global crime organisation. Practically owns the black market trade of fine and historical art and artefacts in Europe. He has a chokehold over the police forces in multiple countries, unknown how many or how far. Has an extensive underground trade in black market alcohol, drugs, firearms, blood diamonds and trades information to various governments globally. Not to mention some of the most dangerous people in the world work for him.”

That fucking made up boogeyman assassin, whatever his stupid codename was.

“That’s the one. We’re sending you in. Solo. Just observation to start.” Hopper held his hand up as Steve started to speak.

Steve hated observation.

He hated being camped out in dark corners or on rooftops or wherever else he could hide away. He much preferred to be in the action.

“We can’t afford to do anything by halves here, this could be the biggest job in the history of The Agency. Observation then infiltration. Do you understand me?”

Steve scowled, not even bothering to try and hide his irritation from his boss.

He would be able to see it anyway and besides, they knew each other too well for that.

Hopper knew he could do this. If there was another agent out there that could do what Steve did, they’d probably be sent on observation and Steve could just deal with the infiltration, but as it was, this was the biggest job anyone had ever been assigned to go on solo so he understood.

“Yes sir.”

Hopper nodded. "Good."

Steve got up to leave and just as he was nearly out the door, Hopper called after him, "And don't make me remind you and Buckley again to stop using the communicators when you don't need to. I will send another office wide memo if I have to."

5th July 2015

Steve regretted agreeing to this fucking mission almost as soon as he got to the warehouse.

Observation meant he was starting from the bottom rungs of the organisation and working his way up, which meant that today he was stuck overseeing fucking weed production like some god damned newbie cop.

What was even worse was that there were very few places to observe the activities inside, so he was stuck on the fucking roof, thirty feet up, freezing his fucking balls off, hoping something fucking interesting happened soon.

And again, the memory of Robin’s words pinged in his head.

Be careful what you wish for, babe.

Because unfortunately, something fucking interesting was exactly what happened.

The door of the warehouse below creaked open and a figure stepped through.

A figure, even from a distance, Steve recognised through the windows he was huddled next to on the roof.

Steve had hoped to see him again, but not here.

Not like this.

Eddie stumbled into the warehouse, bouncing down the aisles of growing cannabis plants, weaving in between other workers, nodding his head along to whatever was playing on his headphones and apparently oblivious to the energy in the room as he took his place picking and drying.

The second he had appeared, Steve could feel the atmosphere shift from all the way up on the roof.

Everyone had become almost unbearably tense, locking up at the sight of him, hunching their shoulders as he approached and doing everything in their power not to look at him.

Like these big hulking, bald and tattooed men were worried that if they were caught looking at him, they’d be killed.

What the fuck was going on?

What could make them so worried to be even caught associating with him?

Had he done something?

What the fuck could he possibly have done?

The guy was a fucking teddy bear.

Apparently Steve was getting answers tonight because the second he had the thought, a stern voice boomed from a prefab office at the top of a flight of stairs, positioned to look over the workers like some kind of overseer's office.

“Edward!”

Everyone there flinched at the sound, except for Eddie who still had his fucking headphones on.

He continued to work, nodding his head and probably humming too and Jesus Christ, pay attention!

Steve was about two seconds away from throwing something at the back of his head to get the idiot to look up.

Luckily Eddie seemed to have caught on, glancing up and then around at everyone else when he noticed how tense it was.

He pulled his headphones down then slowly turned towards the office, tension and apprehension visible through his shoulders.

The voice had come from a large, imposing man in a clean cut navy suit with a shock of stark white buzzed hair and a frown on his face.

Steve could tell just from the way the guy held himself that the man had past military experience, he was in good shape and he knew how to handle himself in a fight.

Probably kept a gun on him too.

“Shit.” Steve muttered to himself as Eddie nervously wiped his hands off on his top and began to slowly weave his way through the aisles and towards the office, as though a leisurely pace could delay whatever was about to come. “Shitshitshitshit.”

Eddie could run.

Why hadn’t he run?

The overseer had already retreated back into his office and Steve couldn’t see any guards standing around, keeping an eye on the exits.

Would one of the other workers tackle him to the ground if he did run?

Probably not considering they were still desperately avoiding his eyes. All these guys who probably enjoyed toxic masculinity as a side hobby were purposefully not looking at a long haired and skinny metalhead like if they did, some kind of monster would slink out of the walls and attack them.

So no, no one there would try to stop him if he did run.

Maybe Eddie was scared of what might happen to him after, if he did run?

What did they have on him to make him so scared? So compliant?

For the tiny amount of time that Steve had spoken to Eddie, he got the distinct impression that Eddie wouldn’t bend for anyone.

So what could they possibly be holding over his head?

God damn it.

It was against protocol. It was inadvisable. It was plain fucking stupid to get involved but Steve couldn’t just hang back and watch, could he?

Like yeah, even if Steve didn’t think Eddie was stupid hot, he’d never been good at sitting back and letting things happen when he could do something about it.

So he wasn’t going to just hang around while Eddie got shot, or got his fingers broken or a tooth ripped out or something else as equally fucked up.

What the hell had he even done to warrant that kind of tension?

Not moving enough product? Stealing some product? Sleeping with the overseer’s daughter or his son or something else equally as stupid?

Christ.

If this went downhill there would be so much paperwork involved.

He mirrored Eddie’s position from the roof, walking with him across the warehouse space, stepping over weak bits of corroded metal roof slabs and around various bits of debris until he was directly above the office, crouched down by an open skylight window with a birds eye view into the sparsely decorated room.

The carpet below was some mottled mix of worn down pink or stained black depending on where Steve looked, it had to have been red at some point before.

There was a large desk facing the door, faux oak veneer with a cheap computer setup, casting a glow onto the standard office chair.

No trinkets, no personalisation.

Eddie closed the door behind him with wide worried eyes, twisting his rings around his fingers.

The boss, for as stern and imposing as he was, he looked unusually hesitant.

His shoulders were as tense as a bow string and Steve could see a light sheen of sweat along his brow and the usual stress points.

The skylight Steve was crouched over was in the middle of the room, so Eddie and the boss were facing each other on either side of it.

Steve wouldn’t be able to make an entrance without dropping down in between their staring match.

Why didn’t he bring any of his kit with him?

Because it was only supposed to be fucking observation.

Then Eddie had to wander back into his life and now he’d probably have to choke this giant fucker out before anything went too far.

If only he had like… a fucking sleep dart on him or something. Maybe then he’d be able to drag Eddie up and away like Spider-Man, but with really good hair.

“You’re a real fuckin’ piece of work, you know that?” The boss snapped, clenching his fist.

Eddie didn’t really react beyond an eyebrow twitch, his hands dropping from his rings to cross his arms over his chest and a slight back and forth rocking motion on his heels.

The boss reached for something under his jacket, pausing for just a second before heaving in a shaky breath and pulling a gun out.

Eddie seemed to finally understand the gravity of the situation, taking a few steps back as the boss advanced, pointing the gun at him with a shaking hand.

This man had military experience, Steve was sure of it. So why was he so nervous holding a weapon he should know like the back of his own hand?

Eddie uncrossed his arms, bumping his back against the door he had come through just a moment before. “Woah, man-”

“Shut it.”

Fuck, okay.

Whatever about the weirdness, he had to move and he had to move now before Eddie got his pretty head blown wide open.

The boss had stepped forward directly underneath the open window which gave Steve the perfect opportunity.

Without thinking twice about it, he swung down from the window ledge, landing smoothly right behind the boss before latching his arm around his neck and pulling tight.

The boss dropped the gun in shock and Eddie surprisingly darted forward to catch it before it could hit the ground.

Steve was hanging on for dear life, the boss easily outweighing him but he’d taken down bigger targets than this. Literally and metaphorically. After all, this guy was only some small-time drug overseer, just one small cherry in one small slice that was the giant pie of Creel’s criminal enterprises.

Eddie had scrambled backwards, out of the way of all of the flailing limbs, crowding himself into a corner and slowly sliding down, staring wide eyed and disbelieving at Steve as he hit a particular nerve in the boss’s neck, causing his body to seize up before going limp. He dropped from Steve’s grip with a loud thud, crumpling to the floor.

Steve brushed himself off, straightening out his clothes before turning his eyes back to Eddie.

Eddie who was staring at him in complete disbelief. “What the fuck is happening right now?”

“Come on.” Steve stepped forward, holding a hand out for him to take but at second glance, looking at the way he was holding the gun he had grabbed, flat in his hand like it was going to fucking explode the second he looked at it wrong, Steve decided to reach for that instead.

Eddie watched him with all seeing, staring eyes as he picked the gun up.

Steve frowned.

It was very light.

Too light.

It wasn’t even loaded.

Why would the boss be threatening Eddie with an unloaded gun?

Did he not trust himself to not pull the trigger too soon?

Was it just a scare tactic?

“You’re-” Eddie stuttered with a slightly hysterical laugh. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“Didn’t I tell you to get out of the game, baby?” Steve gripped Eddie’s hand in his, pulling him to his feet, maybe a little closer than they needed to be.

Eddie squeezed once, giving a little sad shake of the head. “And didn’t I tell you it’s not that easy?”

“Not if I have any say in it.” Steve grumbled. “We don’t have much time. Someone will have definitely heard that, so we need to go. Now.”

Eddie glanced up towards the skylight and then back to Steve.

“You don’t expect me to climb through that,” he asked, pointing, “do you?”

“Would you rather stay here and face whatever’s coming?”

Eddie’s eyes flicked between the skylight, Steve, and the door just behind him before going back up to the skylight again.

“Fuck my life.” He sighed.

Steve was ready to pull, ready to drag and lift and carry Eddie away from this place if given half a chance.

But he wasn’t given half a chance.

The door behind him was kicked open with such force it bounced off the wall.

He didn’t even have a second to turn, barely had time to blink between the door being kicked open and something hard and heavy cracking him over the back of the head.

He could feel Eddie’s hand fall from his as he slumped to the floor, he could feel the communicator on his ear begin to fizzle before it popped, singing his flesh and his hair, but safely destroyed.

Self-destructing like it was designed to do, so no one could get their hands on the technology.

The unloaded gun that was in his hand thumped to the ground next to him.

The carpet below him was sticky.

It was probably getting in his hair.

All the colours around him were swirling.

Above, there was some kind of scuffle happening. Shouts of anger and indignation, frantic apologies and attempts to placate someone.

“What the fuck did you just do?!”

That sounded like Eddie’s voice.

But he didn’t sound scared.

He didn’t sound hysterical.

He sounded outraged.

Steve could still make out some figures through the shadows filling in the edges of his vision.

Eddie was standing over him, fists clenched and furious.

He was facing another guy, who looked scared, a twist in his face like he’s just sucked on a lemon.

He was holding a baseball bat.

A fucking baseball bat.

Oh, the fucking irony of him being taken down by one of those.

The last thing Steve heard before he finally lost consciousness was a third voice grumbling in Eddie’s direction.

“Thought the boss told you to stop playing with your food.”

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fireemblems24 · 4 months

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Golden Wildfire Ch 12

My thoughts below. So, about Claude . . .

MAIN STORY

Please just tell me I don't have to kill Felix, Ingrid, Sylvain, Rodrigue, Annette, Gustave, Mercedes, Dedue, or Dimitri :(

Oh, Arval. Forgot about all of that lamo.

Are we circling back to TWSITD and the origins of Shez's powers? It really hasn't played any role in GW so far. In AG, Shez brings it up all the time (with Dimitri always saying it doesn't matter) and in SB the whole "we only promoted you bc we don't trust your power, sorry now we do" thing.

Nadar . . . doesn't want us to call off the attack. He's really a bloodthirsty jerk, isn't he?

Is Claude JUST now figuring out that taking out the Kingdom is a bad idea for the Alliance?

At least Claude's not stupid enough to not realize Edelgard won't take over the Alliance next. Begs the question then, why?

That's what I mean. This is all potentially interesting, I just think Claude's plans are all really stupid.

So, Claude sided with the Empire because he hates the church that much and actually believes all that shit? Or does he really think Edelgard will stop her war when Rhea's dead? (because she definitely does not in Houses when Rhea's captured in her prisons)

I DO like this for Dimitri though. I'm REALLY curious to see what he does. Is it too much to hope that he'll dump the church to rescue his people from war?

IDK, I just love the idea of a Dimitri willing to sacrifice anything - even his sense of right and wrong (since leaving Rhea to die when all she's done is help him IS wrong) to spare his people pain.

But I'm predicting he'll be too stubborn or not trust Claude or Sylvain furious at his father's death will ruin it

But it's also really cool to see Dimitri kinda backed into a corner with no "good" way out.

I can forgive Hopes giving Edelgard a boring af plot, writing Claude like a moron, and making me kill Blue Lions members, but if they miswrite Dimitri here (or Sylvain, kinda worried about that too tbh), I'm really going to be pissed

Also, like if Claude's plan is really just to gank Rhea to stop Edelgard's rampage, that means he really did all this twisting around just to try and stop one woman's murder rampage - why not just, like, take her out? If this is all really about the least death possible, isn't assassinating Edelgard the fastest way to keep more people from dying?

God, please, please, please have Dimitri dump Rhea to spare his people (I'd feel awful for Rhea, but I really, really hope Dimitri proves to be someone who would spare his people any pain, even at the expense of himself - when he's sane at least lamo).

On the flip side, I'm dying to play GW. It's plot may not make any sense and my opinion of Claude has tanked, but you can't say it's not entertaining.

LORENZ & LEONIE B SUPPORT

Kinda sad they only go to B. They were cute together in Houses. Seems some of the ships got turned up to 11 and others got dialed down.

Lorenz is contemplating his existence in a world where commoners don't rely on the nobility.

He's struggling to see from the commoner's POV, so he wants a commoner to serve as an advisor. Honestly, Lorenz, pretty good call.

The way Lorenz talks about Leonie and her choices, it makes it sound like history was trending towards commoners and nobles not being so rigid without Edelgard doing anything.

Leonie turns down Lorenz's offer because she wants to be a mercenary.

LORENZ & MARIANNE A SUPPORT

Lorenz wakes up after getting injured. Marianne thinks it's her fault, which I saw coming.

Lorenz thought he imagined Marianne asking for help, but she actually did.

Marianne realizes she wanted to live, hence why she called for help. So she's feeling guilty that the end result is Lorenz got hurt.

Lorenz is encouraging and is happy Marianne opened up to him.

Honestly, a better support for him than a lot of the Hopes ones.

CAMP/SIDE MAPS

Balthus is . . . really hung up on the idea of wrestling Dimitri, isn't he?

So some NPC talked about how the Kingdom is getting attacked on all fronts. I can't be the only one who finds it amusing that Dimitri with his smaller army and surrounded by enemies is doing a better job than Edelgard with her massive one lol.

When Hapi proves way smarter than Claude, knowing how massively stupid Claude's plan of "let's kill everyone they love and then force whoever is left over to listen to us! I'm sure they'll be thrilled." Hapi's like, eh, not sure this will work.

Man, Ashe is just miserable when you recruit him. I do find it kind of heartwarming in a weird way how miserable all the recruitable Lions end up being (even in Houses, moreso than the other houses at least). Ashe and Felix taking the cake, but Mercedes was regretting her life choices the last SB chapter too.

Aww, Yuri is worried about Ashe and finds Claude cruel for forcing him to fight against the Kingdom.

Holy shit, Shez really spitting facts to Claude's face, telling him his plan is a giant disaster (Dimitri won't fall for intimidation tactics, and Edelgard won't stop attacking people even after she runs out of excuses.) As insufferable as all of the Golden Deer are in this game, at least we've got stuff like this pointing out how cruel and stupid they're being.

Lamo, take only one unit into the map, as if that's a challenge. I literally only use Lorenz. This'll be easy in AG too bc Dimitri's such a beast. Dreading it in SB though.

Annette is still alive here at least :( And Rodrigue. And Gustave. (we're with the Blue Lions discussing Claude being ... GW!Claude)

Sylvain thinks Claude's an idiot lol. Dimitri and Sylvain are sussing him out.

I love how Dimitri is the only character who's goal is to avoid bloodshed among the lords. The other two are, uh, yeah.

Oh.... is Dimitri actually going to run over the church? Like I wanted? When Dimitri's the best character in GW lol.

Dimitri looking out for Sylvain, knowing how angry he is with Claude.

I had to fight Ingrid :(

SHEZ & LYSITHEA A SUPPORT

Lysithea catches Shez assuring a younger girl that she doesn't seem like a child, but an adult.

Predictably, Lysithea gets angry, because it's Lysithea, but to be fair, she's upset because Shez said the same thing and thinks Shez is being insencere.

Shez admits that it's not cool, what she did, but she's bad at advice and keeps using the same lines she's learned from stories lamo. I love Shez.

Honestly, Lysithea is kinda right to get mad here, at least I get it unlike some of the times with her.

Lamo, Shez can borrow another line from a story. I'm gonna piss her off bc I can lol.

Lysithea buys it. I wonder if it's the same line lol.

SHEZ & SHAMIR C

Having mercenary talk. I had Shez choose to ask for help. Shamir offered once she's free.

Shez comments how mature Shamir is. Shamir comments how relaxed Shez is (but it's a positive thing, not like a judgment).

They bond over having lost trusted allies, including the ones at the beginning for Shez.

Kinda boring, but honestly these two are almost too well matched, like not enough tension and just too normal lol

LYSITHEA & HILDA A

Hilda wants to gossip, but Lysithea only goes on about how awesome Holst is, so she's not interested.

She thinks he should be more careful as head of household, but Lysithea points out that he has no choice.

Hilda is worried who Holst is married. There's an ick here where Lysithea thinks that's because he's too focused on Hilda.

Hilda just talks about who Lysithea might marry, which, yeah...

Hilda offers to help Lystheia out, and some, um, implications that she'll be Lysthesia's new family - she says big sister, but there's def some ship teasing

They made Hilda really flirt with all the girls this time lol

CLAUDE & HAPI B

Hapi finds Claude easier to talk to than Edelgard and Dimitri.

Props to Hapi for telling Claude not to unload his trauma on her.

Hapi's like if you're bitching, why not just quit? Lamo.

Hapi says she'll support him.

MARIANNE & BERNADETTA A

Honestly don't remember if I've seen this in SB already or not.

Bernie likes Marianne's painting, but not her own. This is true vice versa, because of course it is.

Marianne compliments Bernie's horsemanship.

Two shy girls compliment each other, then get shy.

Then Bernie asks what Marianne wants to do after the war and Marianne becomes a Disney princess, wanting to sit in the woods with animals. Bernie wants to finish a story. Honestly, both girls picked amazing options I too want.

Bernie's story is about Marianne lamo. But Marianne isn't mad, she just wants to read it.

I really find their friendship cute, ngl.

Also, Bernie supports Dimitri, so there's no way she's NOT writing fanfic about his life because it's a never drying well there.

LORENZ & RAPHAEL C

Lorenz asks Raphael why he didn't just stay at his family's inn instead and joined the war instead

Raphael wants to keep his family safe, and thinks that following Claude will bring peace to the world (lamo) so that's why

Lorenz is more grounded, saying that all he's doing is exposing his family to the dangers of war

Which, Lorenz isn't wrong, but he also starts prattles more about nobility need to do everything and commoners nothing

But like, does Lorenz really think you can make an army out of nobles only, because, like, that just doesn't happen

Raphael is touched lamo, thinking Lorenz is concerned

Raphael just challenges him to a muscles competition

It is amusing to see Lorenz try to give his spiel and Raphael just keeps doing his own thing

Like ALL of Lorenz's supports in this game is this though, he's more repetitive than Bernedetta at this point

LORENZ & CONSTANCE A

Lorenz is bragging about himself, Constance is in the sun so she's . . . not

You know, I was thinking just how insufferable Lorenz would be in my playthrough because he's like 10 levels ahead of everyone, a god on the battlefield, always MVP - he like trounces everyone so he's be bragging and he'd be right - I wish Claude had to deal with this, watching Lorenz win the war for him and have to put up with Lorenz being Lorenz over it

They overdid it a bit with her sunshine personality - like Dimitri and Marianne are very realistic about a lack of self-worth, but Constance just comes across like a joke (and maybe that's all she's supposed to be)

Poor Lorenz is just confused and wants the normal Constance

I do have a soft spot for when male characters are desperate for the snotty side of a female character to come back (like, really just talking about Rutger and Clarine)

This is going on for too long though without any change

LYSITHEA & LEONIE B

Lysithea mistook a mercenary Leonie talked to for a bandit

But he's just someone who loot dead bodies on battlefields

I always found that kind of distasteful

Lysithea feels torn because she wants to learn about commoners more, but doesn't seem comfortable talking to people who steal coins off dead people, which same

Lysithea of course wants to know about commoner sweets

And Leonie talks about how they can't afford noble treats and likes commoner snacks (hopefully different from Chole's folk food lamo)

SHEZ & YURI C

Shez is snooping on Yuri's letter. I love that Shez is a snoop.

Yuri's pissed though, lamo. He threatens Shez's life though. That's a bit . . . much.

I'm going to pretend I didn't read it lol.

OMG YURI HAS A MOM. SOMEONE IN THIS GAME HAS A MOM.

She's ill so he was visiting her.

He's a bit needlessly sometimes.

IGNATZ & LYSITHEA B

Lysithea thinks there's something wrong with Ignatz.

She guesses right that he's unhappy, but guesses wrong that he wishes he ran his father's company instead of his brother.

He slips up that he admits he's only a knight to please his family.

Awww, Lysithea offers Ignatz the opportunity to live in Ordelia territory and does whatever he wants to afterwords.

She was actually really sweet in this support.

Also, anyone else realize that Ignatz is proof that the church/crests/inheritance isn't the one forcing children to do things they don't want to? It's human greed?

CLAUDE & HAPI A

Claude left a meeting because he was bored of people arguing. Hapi also left a meeting.

Oh, interesting, Hapi asks Claude if he would walk away if someone could take his place. Claude says no that he wants to get a lot done and can't let anyone else do it. So a really uninteresting answer.

LEONIE & LINHARDT B

Linhardt got a gift he doesn't want so he offered it to Leonie.

Lamo, Linhardt forgot the meeting he set up with Leonie.

He gives her a notebook already full, so she wants to give him something in return.

She gives him a rock that turns out to be part of an ancient relic and he gets thrilled.

Linhardt comes to the conclusion that they value the complete opposite things, but they decides they're actually not a special pairing lamo.

MAIN BATTLE

Ugh, not looking forward to this.

Wow, imagine that, the Kingdom isn't bringing them a welcoming party. Like, did Shez really expect that?

They're a bunch of psychos. They're all excited to go kill people because they're strong warriors.

"Let's see if a crushing defeat can get through Dimitri's thick skull." Because you like tried talking with him so many times before???

What is Claude smoking? He's never tried anything but bloodshed of innocent Kingdom people to accomplish anything in this route?

I see what people mean when they say this is one of the most unlikeable casts ever.

Gustave's middle name is Eddie. Not Edward. Eddie. Suffering through GW is worth knowing that.

Also, fuck, I don't want to fight Annette and Gustave, who are only defending their home.

Thank fuck, Annette retreated. Having SB flashbacks where I had to kill Annette. Annette.

And thank God that Gustave did too.

On the flip side, I sort of wish GW wasn't so wish-washy and they all died. At least SB has the guts to show there's consequences for your character's actions. But GW like to pretend only Annette and Gustave matter and it'll be ok to slaughter thousands of low born people of Faerghus every single level because they're not named.

Dimitri evacuated his citizens. I think he's literally the only lord who did that lamo. (I remember distinctly Edelgard not doing that in VW, and I don't think Claude did in CF or AM? Could be wrong about Claude).

FUCK. Dedue. If he doesn't retreat, I swear to God I can't finish this.

Oh, God, not Sylvain too.

Wait, what the fuck, Claude. His "defense" against Sylvain accusing (rightly so) Claude of invading his home and murdering his parents is that "we're all risking our lives here." I guess Faerghus is 2-for-2 whenever someone is actually allowed to criticize people who are invading them.

At least Sylvain retreated.

Dimitri appeared to defend Faerghus. I swear whoever wrote this game didn't care at all about the Golden Deer.

Oh, a cut scene. Also pretty sure Shez called Dimitri Faerghus' strongest soldier.

Well, at least Dimitri being an utter and complete badass in this game continues since Claude admitted that he could never win against him. And he needed Hilda and Lorenz to just push him back, not even defeat him.

Oh, great, more backtracking. Claude has to retreat. Does this mean I have to fight Dimitri again?

You're right, Hilda, it's the same thing all over again. God, this gets old.

It would be funny if it was the Empire, but it's probably just TWSITD. It's pretty funny Claude is the one who learns the least in Hopes vs Houses.

At least Annette and Sylvain are still alive.

Gotta love also how damn badass Faerghus is in general, fighting a 3-way battle and not losing.

Dedue is here too, my beloved.

I love seeing Claude taking another L and having to retreat again.

xxx

#golden wildfire #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #golden wildfire spoilers

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blackandwhitecircus · 8 months

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Rant i just sent to my friend:

I am so fucking insane about Riza FullmetalAlchemist like we been knew I am not normal about that woman but also I am watching the show with my dad rn and we are past the first hurtful Flashback episode, nearing the second and then the one my tattoo is from and I am !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! about Riza Hawkeye I am going to kill myself over riza hawkeye I am so insane over her like ?!?!?!

Like she's this kid this tiny kid and her father is an accomplished alchemist and he takes on an apprentice who's a few years older than her and kind of cute also they're both from messed up home situations

And then he leaves and her father gets sick but he finishes his research finally and it is so dangerous and it can kill millions so he TATTOOS IT ON HER BACK and he gives the power to pass it on to this SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL who is all alone in the world

And then the boy comes back and he has just joined the military and he is so idealistic about it he genuinely believes he's doing good and SHE IS SEVENTEEN AND ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD so she GIVES HIM HER FATHER'S RESEARCH and then he gets ordered to do a Genocide and he does it. Roy Mustang burns god knows how many people to death with the power SHE GAVE HIM. And even worse she believed him and now she's a sniper and a killer too and he will never forgive himself for this he will never forget that his idealism is what destroyed her too

So she asks him to destroy her tattoo to literally burn it off her back and he does and she promises to follow him to Hell and back if it means he will make the world a better place and he will make a system that will hold the two of them accountable and he makes her promise to shoot him should he ever deviate from that

AND THAT ALL HAPPENS TEN YEARS BEFORE THE SHOW EVEN STARTS

FOR TEN YEARS SHE LIVES IN THE CONVICTION THAT IF ROY DIES SHE WILL KILL HERSELF AND NEVER LET HER BODY BE FOUND BECAUSE HER

FATHER

BRANDED HER WITH ALCHEMICAL RESEARCH THAT HAS ALREADY KILLED GOD KNOWS HOW MANY PEOPLE

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN GETTING INTO THE THEMES OF FATHERHOOD THAT GO THROUGH THE ENTIRE SHOW OR THE

TWO OTHER CHILDHOOD

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS RELATIONSHIP THEIRS IS MIRRORD WITH OR THE ONE EPISODE WHERE SHE

LOADS SIX BULLETS INTO A REVOLVER

AND ONLY SHOOTS FIVE

CAUSE SHE THINKS ROY IS DEAD

40 EPISODES BEFORE HER SUICIDALITY EVER BECOMES RELEVANT AGAIN

riza hawkeye.

[3 hours later]

Ok I fell asleep but I am not done with this actually cause Roy?!?! has this whole philosophy of "If i protect the people I love and they protectect the people they love we will have a nice and compassionate society" and it is very clear to EVERYONE that at the top of the list for "people roy Mustang loves and wants to protect" is riza to the point where she gets taken hostage/almost killed over it TWICE but she herself does not see her life worthy of protection because of the things ROY DID

So when he almost dies she almost dies cause she's so distressed and he's mad at her about it and and that point the soft first time viewers think "oh she really likes her commanding officer" while I am already actively loosing it cause I know the next thing she was gonna do was either use her final bullet on herself or sacrifice herself to make sure alphonsus survives. You know. The little blonde kid who lost everything to his and his older brothers idealism and wish to bring their dead parent back. Complete coincidence in how the main characters all parallel each other.

Anyway like 40 episodes later roy is now actively loosing and she goes nuh uh and PUTS A GUN TO HIS HEAD cause he has abandoned his compassionate ideals in that moment and he goes "the fuck u gonna do after shooting me" and she goes "kill myself, cause the flame alchemy" and he IS SO SHOOK BY THAT that he immediately goes

"I can't afford to loose you."

?!?!?!?!

And calms down and realizes that he has hurt her AGAIN which is like the thing he has felt immense guilt about (next to the genocide) for ten years and they have the tenderest liddle moment during which in the manga

HE TAKES HIS GLOVES OFF TO TOUCH HER HAND

and then like 10 minutes later the villains are like "hey Mustang u like this woman right" and almost kill her and that's when my tattoo happens which I cannot stress enough is like a split second and the closest they ever get to wach other like

ALL THIS

Just happens strewn over 64 episodes while the elric brothers do their heroes quest thing. First time viewers are not even equipped to get the weight of any of it and in all that time they NEVER EVEN CALL EACH OTHER BY THEIR NAMES

#original post #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #riza hawkeye #royai #roy mustang #tw sui ideation #tw suicide

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dalishthunder · 10 months

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Throw a Dart at the Map (p1)

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (Gender Neutral Reader) Rating: Mature Words: 1131 Additional Info: Pining... Fluff and pining, Takes place after "Honor and Glory", Takes place during the Island Quest

During the Great War, there had always been a twinge of sadness when the battle ended. Whether the skirmish was won or lost, there were dead to count and name. Letters to write... and no time to mourn.

After Nebarra had begun mercenary work, that had shifted to a disappointment that his bloodlust could not be fully sated. The battle ended before he'd barely wet his blade.

And now... it was more relief. Relief and the wanting to see that furiosity and passion on your face longer. More often. It was odd to think that he'd been traveling with you for over a year now. But he wasn't about to ask you to bed just to see your expressions or passion between battles. You certainly didn't feel that way about him anyway. You were Skyrim's darling. The most eligible person in the entire province and even other parts of Tamriel....

Oh, Old Soldier...

He looked over to where you stood at the bow, cold sea air whipping all around, wreathed in the glow of the auroras above. There was something so wild and serene about it... about you.

It was the first time he'd gotten to be alone with you in probably close to a month. He wasn't even quite sure why you'd volunteered to come out here with him just to make a bit of coin.

Probably needed a break from all the pomp and circumstance.

Before he knew it, he'd made it to your side, leaning against the railing, shoulder bumping against yours as the waves rocked the ship.

You gave him a smile, eyes tired, haunting in the soft green glow, before leaning against him.

"You know..." He started after a long, long while, "We can go anywhere we want to now...."

A laugh bubbled from your throat like champagne, "We? You mean you're not sick of me yet?"

"Never said that." He almost wished you could see his grin. "But as far as traveling companions go, I supposed I could do worse. And someone needs to make sure you don't get yourself killed doing something irrationally stupid."

"That someone is Xelzaz.... For both of us."

"He does have a better head on his shoulders than most, I'll give him that."

You chuckled, and after a moment, you asked, "Where would you like to go?"

Home.

"Somewhere warm."

He wasn't quite sure if it was a good idea to bring you to the Isles. The Thalmor had started to show... interest in your activities, and bringing you into the den of serpents as it were would be unwise. No matter how certain he was that you would get along well with his brother. His parents....

Gods what a dumb turn of thought. You could absolutely not meet his parents.

Ever.

How much wine had he had already?

Not enough.

You straightened up, turning around so your back was against the railing and you could look at him. Your smile was intoxicating. "Alright. I'm down for that. I'm kind of interested in seeing the Sea of Pearl. Maybe Topal Bay?"

"Ohohoho, look who's been brushing up on geography. And here I thought I'd be able to mock you forever for being a dullard."

You gave him a halfhearted shove. "Sorry, been too busy saving the whole world to know every world detail up to your standard."

"Excuses don't look good on you, my dear Dragonborn."

You rolled your eyes. "So, it's settled then?"

"That you'd a dullard?"

"No!" You smacked him on the shoulder, and he just snickered. "That after everything's over we're setting sail for the Sea of Pearl."

His heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, it's settled. Once this whole mess has been dealt with, we're going south and getting some good wine. Something full-bodied. Actually, have you ever tried metheglin?"

You shook your head.

"We'll have to get some when we head south."

"What's it taste like?"

"It's a honey liquor. I haven't had any in ages.... There was a small town near where I grew up that made the best lemon infused metheglin. Last time I had it was the night before I was shipped off. Let me tell you the hangover while I was signing away my life to The Dominion was probably the worst one I've ever had." He let out a breathy chuckle. "I thought I was going to vomit over the poor hag's shoes." You laughed again, "You'll have to show me sometime."

"Maybe after the Sea of Pearl and Topal Bay."

"I'm holding you to it."

"I said maybe."

"Too late, you've already gotten my hopes up, Nebbadiah." Your smile was infectious, and as he realized the way he'd been leaning in, he was very, very glad for his helmet. He was sure kissing you was one of the dumbest ideas that had ever cursed his mind.

"Bad idea...."

"Oh..." Your smile faltered. "Yeah... sorry, that was a silly idea. The Thalmor don't really like me... no need to stir the pot even more by going into the heart of The Dominion...."

"On my oath, I will protect you if we ever do. Besides, if I'm going to retire on Auridon and buy a vineyard, the Thalmor had best get used to you or have a blade shoved through their gut."

It was difficult to make out in the dim green light, but he was pretty sure your cheeks flushed... or perhaps it was wishful thinking. And then you headbutted his shoulder. "What's the point of retiring if we can't relax."

We.

Yes, he was very glad for his helmet.

"Hmmm... I suppose we could settle for southern Cyrodil instead if we really have to." He drawled.

We.

Your forehead was still pressed into his armor. He was afraid if he moved, the mood would shatter; That nebulous future together fade on the wind....

"I think I want to travel a lot more before I retire."

"We've still got plenty of time left." After all, you were supposed to be the avatar of Talos or some such nonesense that the nords had made up. And as much as he liked to complain, Nebarra wasn't even technically middle aged.

"We've still gotta get Xelzaz to Highrock.... And figure out what happened to Lucifer."

He rolled his eyes, of course you'd have to bring them up while he was trying to live in some stupid little fantasy. He looked out over the horizon, spotting a small island. Someplace to dock for the night and potentially hide the boat until he needed it again.

Because as much as he'd like to believe the wine, and talk about sailing away or settling down together, he needed to live in the real world. So, reluctantly he pulled away.

"Yes, well, like I said, plenty of time."

#nebarra #nebarra skyrim #skyrim #custom voiced followers #thunderous applesauce #odt #I know I'm writing a lot for him #I am sorry.... It will happen again #Throw a dart at the map

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goat-charcoop · 28 days

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Welcome to the new Oceanside Wellness

*Private Practice Season 1 Episode 1*

The moment the world met Charlotte King.

Looking back now, I have loved this character from the beginning. I've read about people who hated her at first but grew to love her as the series progressed, this thankfully did not befall me. I've always loved a badass, take no prisoners, speak your mind no matter what female main character with a soft heart hiding behind all the barb, and that my friends is Charlotte King.

The way she stormed into the series, telling Sam to get out of her way. Her face when the woman yelled, "I want Ken's sperm now!" Her "That dead man's swimmers are staying exactly where they are. You got a way to fight me on that? I'd like to see you try." Yes, queen! Her little smirk after she insults Sam's book, absolute Charlotte King at it's core and I am in love with it.

That lawyer also does not love his life. Raising his finger at Charlotte King, you are a brave soul, my dude.

Cooper is such a kid at heart. And I kind of love it, most of the time. That 'I'm just a baby' trend from a while back comes to mind when he acts all goofy.

After my rewatch he is now called Handsome Cooper, lol because when he greets Addison again he asks if she remembers him and says, handsome in such a wholesome 'how could you not, I'm a hottie' way and it kills me. Then him clutching Violet's stuff in the mall, him messing around with the fishing rod, such a boy *insert heart eyes* It also helps that everytime he's great with a kid on-screen I find him a little hotter than before.

Some other fave moments from this ep:

1. "That's a loud deposit." - Sam Bennett said something hilarious, who fucking knew.

2. I still like Pete this season, he also looks hot. Conceited but hot. Thinking Addison came back because of the kiss though, I mean, man bring down the ego a notch or three.

3. Where did Sam's dog go?

4. This interaction:

'How you doing there, Pete? ' -Addison

"Kicking ass and taking names. You? " Pete

"Ass kicking and name taking are on my resume." Addison (Fucking badass!) Also Addison last monologue, brilliant!

5. Eating a whole cake on the floor with your best friend, goals.

6. "Oh my god, when did my knees turn 80?" - Violet (feel you girl)

7. Midwiffery, is that even a word. 😂😂 I remember them joking about it on some interview too, hilarious.

Honourable mention:

The woman who played Violet's first patient did an absolutely phenomenal job, especially in her last scene. So heartbreaking.

And now the rambling is over, if you read all this I commend you.

Much love.

#charcoop #charlotte king #cooper freedman #kadee strickland #otp #paul adelstein #private practice #fmc #tv #tv shows #tv series #addison montgomery #violet turner

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I LOVE YOUR NEW CHURCHBOY!ANTON POST

I love the way you write so much, I think I've said it before but just a little reminder of how great you are 🙈

I was about to ask, does Anton usually wear a condom? I mean, he asked her if she wants a child so...

Also, I love the way you described it, I don't know if maybe you thought about it for this chapter, but I've seen sooo many cases of young church couples having children (and I mean pretty young, most of them 17/18), so my other question was, did you? Do you think they'll have a child still being young? I think their parents would be fuming if they did, but I don't think it would make Anton stop being a believer, omg, would their parents make them get married? Because that's what usually happens, I have so many questions for this story, I love it!!!!

hi anon! thanks for being so invested in understanding my faith lol i wrote it as a one-shot and didn't even think about all those things you mentioned. but now you bring it up you got me thinking hard.

in alot of relationships where religion is involved they don't use protection like their form of contraceptive is praying seriously LMFAO. also i kind of imagined both anton and the reader as kind of naive. the whole reason they started sleeping together in the first place was to get a closer relationship with god and understand what faith/worship is. when you really think about it, it's very childish and naive. what the two are actually doing is having unprotected sex under the guise of worshipping god. i see them as two young people who have no tact when it comes to the real world outside of church. they also kind of developed a type of relationship where they see the other as a god/holy figure so i imagine them not even thinking they could get pregnant, or if they did they wouldn't grasp the severity of the situation.

if she were to get pregnant oh their parents would be pissed. i'm not even sure how the parents would find out, maybe someone catches them doing something in the church and word spreads like wildfire. i imagined the readers parents to kind of mirror anton and the readers relationship. they were young couple in the church, the dad following the path of his family by being a bible thumper while the mom became the "nonbeliever" (i considered her to just be someone who wanted out of the oppressive nature of the church). i imagine they had the reader at a young age and got married because of it, eventually divorcing because of belief systems and just the overwhelming feelings the readers mom had in regards to the church.

i come from a town where that was the case alot of the times. teen marriages to cover up premarital sex in a very religious area. i think that anton's parents would sit down with both of them and give them a few choices. either get married and have the baby or get an abortion and never see eachother again. i can see anton's parents leaning very hard into the first choice. anton has a promising future and he can't ruin it by becoming a teen/young dad. i think it would make anton even more of a believer, thinking he's been blessed to be the father of the child. i can definitely see anton having a moment of defying his parents and getting married to the reader. he'd come to her in the dead of night, sneaking her out of her dad's house (because she's on lockdown after he finds out). anton would talk about doing whatever it takes to support his family, how his parents would eventually come around. the reader would nod her head and say okay, anton would take her back home and start planning out their future together.

but anton would be so heartbroken when the reader would leave town. that was something that also happened where i grew up, girls would get pregnant and then be shipped off to some distant relative. i can see her going back to live with her mom, learning about secular life and why her mother never reached out or fought against the court to get custody of her. anton's parents would be relieved you were gone but anton would become a recluse, completely withdrawing from life. he would definitely come to the readers father begging to know where she is. i can see anton writing letters, saying how much he misses her and how he's going to marry her in the future. i truly think the reader would end up having the child and waiting for anton because of the faith she still has in him.

see this is why i have to write one-shots because i'll end up writing a whole screenplay about my fics if i think too much about them. also a song that reminds me of understanding my faith is jackie and wilson by hozier that song is so them forrealllll

#askz #anonz

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WITH YOU [38] GUT FEELING

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: The prison is being attacked again…by a virus. Rick considers whether he wants to be a farmer or an officer. Charlie makes a promise and feels that something bad is close.

Warnings: language, mention of death

Song

Words: 1962

"Can I ask you a question?" asked Glenn as they were sitting under the guard tower. He was waiting for the right hour to wake Maggie up, and Charlie was waiting for her morning chores with Rick.

"Yep."

"Would you like to have kids?" he asked and immediately felt her eyes on him.

"I don't know," she said. "Would you?"

"I almost did," he looked down.

"Almost?" she furrowed her eyebrows. "Why do I feel that you're disappointed?"

"Everything is just so hard," he sighed. "I panicked when Maggie told me she's late. I still panic when I think about it, but...I don't want to be scared. I want to live, not just survive."

Charlie furrowed her eyebrows and looked away from her best friend. Maybe he was right? At the end, what was the point of surviving? She never focused on having a family of her own because her own family was toxic and difunctional. However, now she had a real family - a bunch of strangers who cared about each other, helped each other, wanted to share happiness with each other, and loved each other. Maybe she would start to see his point, but then her eyes fell on the Walkers. She saw blood going down their cheeks - bloody tears. They were getting uglier with every month. What person she would be to bring a whole new person - innocent person on this world, knowing very well that it can be dead or grow up as an orphan? "I'm never having kids."

Glenn looked at her.

"But I see your point," she nodded. "We shouldn't be scared of living."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "But I hope you know that I'm the God mother, right?"He scoffed at her words, bumping their shoulders.

"I promise."

"Got to go," Charlie patted his back and ran towards the woman with a horse as soon as she appeared on the horizon with Rick. "Hey!"

The woman turned to her and stopped for a second before smiling."Any wishes?!" Michonne called, looking at her direction.

"Just come back!" Charlie answered, sneakily pointing at Rick with her finger before saying: "We miss you when you're gone!"

Michonne rolled her eyes but nodded her head. "I'll find booze!"

Charlie smiled back at her, showing her teeth in a result. "So? What's planned for today, Farmer Rick?" she asked as the man approached her.

"The same as always."

"Oh, I'm starting to hate the always," Charlie sighed as she bend to pick up a bucket so they could fill it with food for pigs. "Carl's been trying."

"Yeah," Rick said. "Friendship with Patrick is doing him good."

"Not the one to judge," Charlie said with a silly face and Rick chuckled. "But..." she looked around when the fence started to make noise again thanks to Walkers. "He asked me about my usual task, and I probably said too much."

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"That means that Carl may or may not ask you to let him help me with that," she explained and pointed at the fence with her chin. The truth was that Carl begged her to convince Grimes to let him have whatever weapon in his hands, as she was the one who made his father ban him from that. But Rick didn't have to know about that little conspiracy. He looked at the fence and at Charlie.

"I have plans for us," Rick said and they came back to feeding pigs.

"Isn't it too perfect?" asked Charlie after a moment.

"What do you mean?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"A gut feeling," she answered.

"What now?" he smiled looking at her.

Charlie had a gut feeling. Whenever it was in the quarry, or on the farm, there always was a moment when something was going down. She always felt it in her guts first, and she was never wrong. "Oh, you should have this thing...It's a feeling before something goes wrong."

"Why would it?"

"It always does."

"But what if it doesn't?" he asked. "What if this is our forever."

"Hmm," Charlie nodded. "Maybe you're ri..."

A sudden gunshot cut the air. A sudden gunshot cut the air. Rick ran towards the building, while Charlie ran the other direction to open the gate. Michonne whistled to let everyone know that she was coming back. “Carl!”

A sudden shoot, and chaos that bursted around made the Walkers to accumulate around the gates. In a fear Charlie watched the woman fell to the ground with a Walker gripping her. She didn't have any weapon on her as she was supposed to play a farmer that day, so she was frantically looking around in a need of something. Then she heard the gun again and saw a head of the dead one blowed up. Carl was standing with a big gun, shock on his face, but not bigger than hers as the bullet flew right next to her ear.

Together with Maggie, she walked out and helped Michonne got up from the ground as she must have done something to her ankle while falling down. All three of them wanted to get to the cellblock as fast as possible; however, it was really hard to carry someone and hurry. At the end they met with scared Rick outside of the building. The boy immediately ran round his father.“Hey, you might want to stay back," he spread his arm, but his son hugged his waist either way. "Carl.”

“Dad, I'm sorry…”

"Back away," Rick repeated and that was the moment when Charlie saw bloody shirt and hands.

"I had to use one of the guns by the gate," Carl tried to explain, not noticing his father appearance. "I swear I didn't want to."

Rick looked up at Charlie. She nodded in confirmation, but she was still distracted by the blood, so Michonne answered. "I was coming back. I fell. They came out and helped."

"Are you all right?" Rick asked

"What happened in there?"

"Patrick got sick last night," he explained.

“Is he good now?” Charlie asked, honestly concerned about well being of a teenager. However she wished she didn’t asked that question.

"It's some kind of flu. It moves fast. We think he died and attacked the cell block,” he struggled to answer. Then he leaned in and looked Carl in the eyes. "Look, I know...I know he was your friend and I'm sorry. He was a good kid. We lost a lot of good people,” he said and Carl nodded his head. Then he looked back at the three women. “Glenn and your dad are okay, but they were in there. You shouldn’t get too close to anyone that might have been exposed,” he said. “Carl! All of you.”

She met eyes with Rick and nodded her head as a promise to keep an eye on him. They started moving again, and entered their cellblock where they placed Michonne down. “What happened?” Beth asked. She was bouncing Judith on her hip as the baby kept fussing.

“She fell down from horse,” she answered. “Could you take care of her? Your dad is busy.”

“Yeah,” Beth nodded. “Would you like to hold her for a minute?”

Charlie looked down at the baby. Judith was growing bigger every day. Her hair were longer, and she even started looking like a human being - not an alien. However, she was still bringing painful memories whenever Charlie was around her. “No.”

And with that she passed younger Greene and headed to the cell that was right next to hers, full of comics and posters.

He was sitting on his bunk, looking down on the floor, something in his hands. “He liked those.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, leaning on the frame. “He was a good guy.”

Carl sighed. “A friend.”

“A friend,” He sighed, looking in her eyes. Charlie entered and sat down next to him. “We should be grateful for every person we met. Even if they were so shortly in our lives.”

“Can you promise me something?”

“I can’t,” she said, shaking her head, remembering that her promises never ended good. “But I can try to make your wish come true.��

“Never leave me,” he said immediately. Charlie looked at him surprised and he looked into her eyes. “I don’t want you to be my memory. I don’t want to tell someone about the girl named Charlie, who saved the life of my sister.”

Charlie felt her lip trembled, so she blink away the tears, and stuck her hand out with a pinkie raised. “I promise…” she looked at Carl again and took his hand to intertwine their pinkies. “But I want you to promise the same,” she threatened. “I don’t want to tell about the boy named Carl, who saved my life.”

“I promise,” he nodded his head.

High grass was tingling her elbows as she was sitting down on the grass. Daryl didn’t want her to help him or to get close to him, as he could be infected. A gut feeling. She knew that something would go wrong, the helicopter yesterday was just a sign of it, but she didn’t know that it would happen so quickly. Besides, she didn’t know it would be an extremely dangerous virus that would kill a whole cell block in one night. So she was just sitting there, stabbing ground with her axe out of boredom. "Maybe I will help you?"

"As a member of council I say, better not risk it,"

"Funny thing," Charlie scoffed. "Last night you said you're tired of losing people and today we're losing the whole cell block. Life is strange."

“Life is strange for some time, now,” Daryl said digging, but his voice was muffled through his bandanna. “Were you friends with any of them?”

“No,” she sighed. “It’s still scary. One moment and you’re gone…And there’s nothing we can do.”

"You shouldn't be here!" Charlie heard a stern voice of Rick.

"I'm in a safe distance, Officer," Charlie smiled.

“Still not far enough,” he said. “We don’t know what it is, Charlie.”

“Look at him, Daryl,” Charlie scoffed. “You’re a farmer now. I don’t take orders from farmers.”

Rick shook his head with a smile.

“There is our smiley boy,” she spread her lips wider.

"Thought my smile is like Jokers."

"It is," she nodded her head. "But I rather have you smiling like Joker than have you acting like one."

"I wasn't much use without my gun, back there," Rick sighed, changing his subject.

"No, you were," Daryl argued. "All this time you've been taking off, you earned it."

"We wouldn't be here without you," Charlie nodded.

"It was all of us," Grimes said, taking a spadel.

"You gonna help?"

"I screw up too many times," Rick said. "Those calls you got to make, I start down that road. I almost lost my boy, who he was. Whatever else this place needs, I'm here for it."

"Like I said, you earned it," Daryl shrugged. "But for what it's worth, you see mistakes. I see when the shit hits, you're standing there with a shovel.”

"Guys!" Maggie yelled.

"Oh, holly shit..."

“Stay here!” Daryl yelled at Charlie, and she abruptly stopped running.

With a fear she saw a fence coming down and Walkers flooding inside. Then she heard something scarier than any Walker’s snarling, than any gunshot, or fence coming down…She heard a whistle. A particular whistle that was impossible to be truth. Charlie started to look around her, but she saw nothing. More precisely, she didn’t saw a person she wanted to, one of few that knew the melody.

And that was raising her anxiety, because it couldn’t be a good sign.

And a gut feeling was never wrong.

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Rewatching Death Takes a Holiday

Welcome to “All This Ep Needs Is Cas and a Pottery Wheel: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e15: Death Takes a Holiday

Bobby alerts the boys to a town where no one has died for weeks—even those who definitely should have, like a man who was shot point-blank in the chest. Upon investigation, they find the last person to die in the town, a teenager named Cole, who reports that when he died a Reaper appeared but was then taken away by black smoke. With help from Pam, Sam and Dean enter the spirit world, where they discover that Alastair is kidnapping reapers because killing Reapers is one of the seals. They are able to stop Alastair from breaking the seal, but Pam is killed by a demon before they can help her. After the boys stop Alaister, he confronts Dean alone and tells Dean that he cannot escape him. Castiel appears, zapping Alastair away, and congratulates Dean on stopping the seal from breaking before revealing that it was not Bobby who called them about the town, but him. Dean askes Cas why they can’t make more exceptions about who has to die—after all, Cas saved him from hell. Dean is unimpressed by Cas’s answer that Dean is different.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Mace:

ugh alastair. he’s so gross

Lor:

nothing stays dead in Supernatural

Mace:

snork

except women

Lor:

except extras in the cold open, so something's hinky

Mace:

and sometimes gays

Lor:

stupid show

Mace:

the worst

no, you’re a donut, you donut

Lor:

RIGHT?

who uses donut that way? (I love you, Dean)

Mace:

Ha!

Lor:

aw, fraught brothers

Mace:

oh Jesus, Dean, stop being a drama queen and get in the car

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

Iiii, don’t remember this ep at all (so far at least)

Lor:

I have the vaguest recollection but I don't know where they are going at all

Mace:

ooooh CAS REFERENCE (sort of)

Lor:

CAAAAAAAAS

I mean, Dean was literally just pulled out of hell by an angel, guys

I mean, I have seen this show before, so I know it's not miracles, but THEY HAVEN'T

Mace:

Ha! Yeah, but that wasn’t really a miracle for miracle’s sake.

Lor:

no it was for eyefucking's sake

Mace:

SNORK

god, Dean, stop being such a grump

Lor:

is Dean wearing gloves? immediately starts crocheting him mittens

Mace:

“the normal rules don’t really apply to us” listen to your brother, Dean, he’s smort

snork

Lor:

EXCUSE ME. he's Jim the Mechanic

"I don't have a good answer"

Mace:

Lor:

dammit Dean now I want something fried

Mace:

HAHAHAHA EW

omg Sam that’s so hot

Lor:

blood freak!Sam is hot

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

stay in your lane, Lor

Lor:

LOL

apologies

Mace:

“no thanks, House"

Lor:

brings Dean an ibuprofren and snuggles him

Sam you LIAR

Mace:

oh sam, your pants are on fire

Lor:

just because you look so good in that hoodie

Mace:

exactly

Lor:

aaaaah, breaking seals

right. that's what this season is about

I always forget that we go through a whole season of this before the apocalypse stuff

Mace:

roger that. i’d forgotten too

right?!

SAM nice word choice

Lor:

hahaha the boys' facial expressions

Mace:

YES

ah, Outsiders reference

Lor:

oh shut up Pam it's been like twice. just because you lost your eyes sheesh

NICE

Mace:

god, Dean, eat a piece of cheese

Lor:

LOL

aww lookitem all lying down

Mace:

oh, this doesn’t end well for her does it?

Lor:

I don't remember

I think no

I think she gets horrible dead

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER

Mace:

is it weird that they’re even hotter dead

Lor:

no?

Mace:

BACK OFF, HAG

Lor:

GOD SAM IS HOT IN THIS ONE

Mace:

RIGHT?!?!

“get out of me” HAHAHAHA

Lor:

LOLOL

Mace:

DEAN WINCHESTER NO

Lor:

I love that Dean is like "what can I poke as a ghost"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"thanks, Haley Joel" haaaaahahahaha

Mace:

snork

Lor:

and the face Dean makes

Mace:

YES

Lor:

wait Dean doesn't remember Tessa?

Mace:

yeah, why doesn’t he remember that

Lor:

huh

Mace:

weird

Lor:

I'm gonna assume that was just an expediency to remind the audience

Mace:

yeah

sloppy, though

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

mmm the high freckle count makes up for it

Lor:

YES

nrrrrrf the HOODIE

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Sam what are you doing

Mace:

oh Sam are you lying to a kid?!

Lor:

all the supernatural creatures want Dean. Reapers, Angels, God, the Darkness

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

oh Dean

Mace:

omg the looks they give the kid when he doesn’t know Karate Kid

Lor:

and now Dean has to pause the hunt to sit down and watch Karate Kid with Cole

YES

Mace:

omg Sam’s laugh

Lor:

YES

"you gotta teach us that"

Mace:

HAHAHA he’s the only kid in the room right there

Lor:

YES

Mace:

ewewewew

so gross

Lor:

did they forget that ghosts have weaknesses?

ooof this particular Alastair is SO creepy

Mace:

hence my ews

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

arctic craphole hahahaha

Lor:

lol

SHE DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE THE DOOR LOCKED?!

Mace:

right?!

Lor:

she's blind and sitting in a room with two dead bodies what the hell?

Mace:

tsk

you can SEE Dean thinking fast

Lor:

YES

Mace:

don’t shit your pants, boys

Lor:

LOL

you're not wearing a skirt, Pam

Mace:

Koons, give her her common wordplay

Lor:

grumbles

OMG LOOKIT HIM

Mace:

YAS

so young

Lor:

RIGHT?

and so rumbly voiced

and sex-haired

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite"

Mace:

“you seem to do the exact opposite”

HAHAHA

Lor:

get used to that Cas, that's just Dean

you'll love it eventually

Mace:

yep

as a parent, this hurts me

Lor:

yeah

"we're all scared"

Mace:

“sooner than you think” FUCK YOU 987439282

Lor:

RIGHT?!

omg their faces

Mace:

right?

Lor:

and Dean trying to tell her she's going somewhere better after that speech Tessa just gave him

Mace:

yeah

I don’t really get why they’d write that for him

Lor:

yeah, it seems like he's holding onto the idea of a better place way harder than I'd expect him to

Mace:

yeah, it doesn't track

he’s too pessimistic, and he knows she’s too smart to believe him

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

and he’s generally not insincere

Lor:

nope

Mace:

overall, pretty sloppy writing in that one

Lor:

both of the boys lied to dying/dead people in this ep, and they both feel a little ooc

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there’s actually so much to unpack in 3.2 it might in fact be their most telling episode yet, after car crash and unnatural habits one of course. (and i dare say that having also seen the italian episode tonight 😮‍💨; two episodes back to back serving that delicious jealousy trope, exactly what i deserved 🏌🏻‍♀️i will try and assemble my thoughts on ~that piece of madness once i’ve rewatched it. twice. for research 😌)

this ep though. i was wondering if they’re going to progress them steadily throughout s3 following the date thing in 3.1 or if they were gonna make them get in the way of themselves (and how well that was going to be done because so often on shows it’s angst for its own sake rather than being character-driven). and they went for the latter and the fact we seem to have regressed is making all the sense in the world because it makes all the sense for the characters. and while i hated seeing phryne in that hangar, the discomfort surrounding it was exactly the right emotion, regression exactly the right term - for her uncertainty about what is happening with jack, for her going back to the easy and familiar.

and i mean obviously yes and yes again to all the jealousy from jack which is delicious and should get its name on the opening credits at this point (keep it up, show!). and while his jabs to her at the beginning are meant to be flippant, it is so obvious they are anything but (his jaw is working extra hard this ep, for starters. the fact he also looks hurt as hell is a dead giveaway, too).

but for me it’s the fact that phryne explains herself to him that’s the main event. and i don’t mean right after canoodling with captain flashheart; i mean right off the bat really.

the fact she does this - explains who compton is, what he was to her and when; and jack wait, and jack you have to understand - and the fact she feels like she owes him an explanation at all. and she does so willingly and so genuinely; she never once dismisses jack and she never plays down his discomfort or his hurt - and it’s such character growth, and it’s so organic, honestly i absolutely loved what they did there.

but then he pushes just that bit too hard, makes it a little too personal, with the dancing to compton’s tune line and you can ~see the shift in phryne; her whole demeanour changes and i knew - i KNEW - she would panic. because she doesn’t dance to anyone’s tune except she’s been dancing to jack’s tune a little bit lately and that scares her - the fact that she doesn’t really notice, doesn’t even mind it.

her going to compton is her wanting to regain familiar footing, feel on solid ground again.

too much ballast for lift off line is ~so spot on, so well placed, exactly how she feels. it conveys so many of her reservations and fears about this budding new relationship with jack, this trajectory she finds herself on, one she has been flirting with and tempting and longing for; but equally one that’s always scared her. and i think the fact it’s been so easy to slip in to that with jack is almost part of the problem, part of the reason why it’s so frightening.

(the fact compton asks her about jack after seeing them together for all of 17 minutes cumulatively is also so very telling!)

the scene where he catches her on the base in the middle of the night, his face and he knows and he’s so hurt and betrayed - and rightfully so - it’s painful to watch. but again, it’s phryne’s reaction that brings it home for me. not just that she goes after jack, but the fact she is so genuinely regretful. she knows she’s hurt him and she owns it; he is hers to hurt. and for phryne to allow herself to be that attached to a man that being with someone else feels like cheating is, i mean, that’s huge.

and as for jack, i know why he’s reluctant and guarded and scared, i do. he’s her hero but he doesn’t want to be just one in the long line of her heroes. one of her men (what other men? there are no other men that can be compared to jack); but god if he knew what she knows, see what she sees in him. if he knew that she’s just as scared as him but for exactly the opposite reason - because she knows he’s not fleeting at all; he’s the one that’s forever.

(ESCORTED BY MY FIANCÉ AND THE HAND OVER HIS HAND AND HIS KNEE JACK YOU ARE GOD’S STRONGEST SOLDIER)

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #phrack #phryne x jack #mfmm #phryne fisher #jack robinson #murder and the maiden #they are so insane for this ep #sorry for the ramblings #it just keeps getting worse #they’re a disease

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red as blood - nick fowler x reader

Oh, you never seem to notice that my heart beats for you So I’ll open you up, and make yours beat for me too. - mx sinister by i don’t know how, but they found me

Plot: Ordered by the Queen to kill princess Y/N, huntsman Nick Fowler has an idea to save them both. Or, a Dark!Snow White AU where the Huntsman isn’t so nice. Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ PLEASE! This is a dark fic. Mentions of death/murder, noncon, graphic mentions of blood and violence, weapons, obsessive behaviour and creepy behaviour. There’s also an age gap between Nick and Reader. Ages are not explicitly mentioned, but I HC reader as early 20s, and Nick as early 30s. He’s also been watching/creeping over her for a while, so please use your own discretion. And of course, Nick Fowler, because he is a warning all on his own. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. A/N: ANOTHER fairytale inspired fic from me? Shocking. And it’s Snow White again? Even more shocking, lmao. I say, with a Snow White tattoo. Anyway, aside from the whole ‘most beautiful in the world’ thing, there’s none of the as white as snow stuff here, so reader applies to everyone.

Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. Also thank you to @mrsmischief209 for all your help!

“May I ask where we’re going, Sir Fowler?” Y/N asks as Nick leads her through the forest.

“I can’t tell you that Princess, it’ll ruin the surprise.” Nick laughs. “And I’ve told you already, call me Nick. After all, we’re friends, aren’t we?” Y/N nods.

“Yes, we are.” She smiles. “Actually, you’re one of the few ones in the entire castle who’s been nice to me since my parents died and my stepmother took over.” She sighs sadly, and Nick nods, murmuring something in agreement. Ever since he met the young royal, she has intrigued him, pulling him towards her as if by some kind of imaginary force. Since the day they first met, he’s kept a watchful eye over her, watching as she grew and blossomed into a beautiful young woman. In fact, Nick swears he’s never seen someone so beautiful in all his life, and that’s why she has to be his. Thank god she does trust him, or else he wouldn’t have been able to take her out here to complete his plan.

Then again, though, that wasn’t too difficult. She’s such a docile and demure thing, unwilling to fight back to anyone, or to see the evil in the world. She didn’t even say a word when her stepmother took over the throne and forced her into a life of servitude, despite her royal birth. Or when her expensive gowns got exchanged for rags. The poor thing has been through a lot. Deep down, a part of him feels that Y/N’s weak, and nowhere near ready for her role as a future Queen. She needs someone in her life to keep her safe, and to shape her into the true Queen she’s destined to be. And he’s ready to be that person.

“If it’s a surprise, I suppose I better stop asking then. And if I have to call you Nick, then you call me Y/N, okay?” She giggles. With another nod from Nick, Y/N turns away from him and continues walking. Nick watches her, a small smirk playing on his lips. She is so beautiful. It’s such a shame the Queen told him to kill her. Not only that, she ordered him to rip open her chest and ribs and bring back her heart as proof. When he asked the Queen why she wanted him to do it, she snapped back with:

“I don’t pay you to ask questions, I pay you to get rid of pests. She’s a pest, and I need her gone.” Nick doesn’t think Y/N’s a pest. He thinks she’s the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, the spitting image of her just as beautiful, poor dearly departed mother. Even though the Queen didn’t say why she wanted Y/N dead, Nick guessed almost immediately. She’s jealous of her beauty, all because some mirror of hers told her Y/N was more beautiful. Nick believes the mirror, of course. As far as he’s concerned, Y/N’s leagues above her stepmother.

Nick’s eyes flicker lower, and he hopes that Y/N doesn’t notice his stare. She’s in a more regal gown this time, one made of silk and embroidered with flowers. The Queen insisted, saying something about how if she’s found it would look less suspicious than trying to explain why the heir to the throne was dressed in rags. In all honesty, Nick doesn’t care that much about the Queen’s reasoning. The gown suits Y/N better, anyway. It makes her look even more innocent…so pure. He could never destroy someone so beautiful and tear her apart so viciously.

Luckily, though, Nick has a plan to save them both.

“How much longer, Nick? I feel like if we walk any further, I might drop dead.” Y/N jokes, and Nick chuckles.

“Not much further Princess.” He murmurs, the sudden serious tone of his voice and his refusal to call her by her name making Y/N frown. As they walk further and further, the woods darkening around them, Y/N’s fear only increases. She looks back, watching as her kingdom fades from view. An unsettling feeling forms in her stomach. Something’s not right.

“Nick, maybe we should-”

“I said we don’t have much further.” He repeats, cutting her off. Y/N stays silent, too unnerved by Nick’s sudden outburst to say anything more. Soon, the pair reach a clearing, and they stop, to Y/N’s immense relief. As she rests against a tree, Nick takes out the dagger he brought, twisting and turning the blade in his fingers. “Do you want to know why I brought you here, your highness?” He finally speaks.

“Nick, I told you, just call me-” When she spots the dagger clutched in Nick’s hand, her eyes widen in fear. The sight makes Nick smile, and the usual warm feeling he gets whenever he sees Y/N grows again. He had no idea she looked so beautiful when she’s scared. Her eyes flicker down to the blade, and her next words come out in a tremble. “Why do you have that?”

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you want to know why I brought you here?” Nick steps forward. Warily, Y/N nods.

“Your stepmother told me to kill you because she’s jealous of your beauty. I can see what she means, Princess. You’re so beautiful. You look just like your mother.” Nick smiles as he steps even closer. Y/N steps back, her body pressing up against a tree.

“Thank you Nick.” she murmurs, keeping her eyes fixed on the knife, and on Nick’s crazed grin.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry. I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you or damage your beautiful face. Like you said, I’ve always been your friend, right?”

“Yes Nick, but-”

“I’ve been there for you from the beginning, watching over you. And I’m ready to do it for the rest of my life.” He stares down at her, and Y/N’s heart pounds. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispers. “I’ve been watching you, and wanting you for so long. Now we can finally be together, and I can look after you. Just how it’s meant to be.”

“I’m sorry Nick, but we’re just friends.” Y/N begins, her brows furrowing together. Chuckling, Nick shakes his head.

“No. No. We’re more than that. You’re coming with me. We’ll run away, find some place to live together…and you can stay with me forever.” He insists. The whole time, he points the knife at her, as if warning her not to cross him, or to fight back. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Before Nick can come any closer, Y/N turns and starts running away from him, going deeper into the forest. She can hear Nick calling after her. “I wouldn’t run if I were you, Princess. I’ll find you. And besides, that dress doesn’t look like it’ll be good for running.” His laugh echoes across the trees as Y/N’s footsteps pound the ground. All she can think is that she has to get away from Nick. But where is she going to go? She definitely can’t go back to the palace, and there are no other kingdoms nearby. All she can do is go forward, and hope Nick doesn’t find her. As she runs, she can feel branches and thorns digging into her, but she keeps going as fast and as far as she can, stopping only to take a breath. Panting, she looks around, checking to see if Nick has followed her. The forest is silent, but that doesn’t ease her fears. Nick could be anywhere, watching her and waiting to strike. So Y/N keeps going, despite her increasing tiredness. She just has to survive. Suddenly, she trips, landing hard on the ground. She doesn’t even have time to react to the fall and to the pain shooting through her legs, and immediately she tries to scramble back up. Before she can go much further, however, something tackles her, forcing her back to the ground. Nick climbs on top of her, pinning her down.

“No!” she gasps, trying to fight him off. But Nick is too strong for her.

“I told you, I’ll find you. I know this forest like the back of my hand, and I have friends everywhere. Now. Stop fighting me. It won’t work.” He hisses. Nevertheless, Y/N still fights back, her hands slapping the side of his face and pounding against his chest as she tries to push him off of her. Yet, Nick is too strong. He takes the knife out, running the blade down her skin. “I could kill you, you know? I’d cut open your beautiful skin, and see your deep red blood flowing out, covering this knife in crimson.” His eyes flicker down to the centre of her chest, landing on the position of her heart. He watches as her chest rises and falls, picturing her heart beating. It makes him even more aroused. Y/N watches him, silent, terrified tears streaming down her face. “But I won’t do that, because I love you. And I told you, you’re far too beautiful to destroy.” He drops the knife and cups her face, despite her attempts to wiggle out of his grasp. “The Queen wants you dead, so all I have to do is keep you safe with me, hidden away. She won’t mind. She just wants you to disappear.” He leans in close, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“No! Stop!” Y/N screams, the sound muffled by Nick’s mouth. She reaches out, trying to grab the knife he dropped, but it’s unfortunately too far out of her grasp. Once again, she kicks out against Nick, trying to stop him. But for a Princess who’s spent almost her whole life locked away, she’s easily overpowered. So, she bites down hard on his lip, so hard it begins to bleed. Nick grunts in pain as Y/N tries to get away. But it’s not enough, and he grabs her wrists harshly, causing her to cry out. “Nick, please just stop, and let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened. I’ll find somewhere to hide. Please, stop this.” She begs through her tears. Nick shakes his head.

“I told you. Stop fighting me. You’re mine, and I’m going to keep you safe. Now, come on, let’s go.” As Nick gets up, Y/N scrambles up, trying to run away once more. But Nick is too fast, and he tackles her to the ground once more. “I don’t want to hurt you Y/N, but if I have to, I will.”

A scream fills the air…and then silence.

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