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Newcomer (Joel Miller x Reader)

Part Two of Whiskey Tears.

Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie have been a trio from the start. You were a family, but you find your relationship with Joel withering when he starts to pull away. Now a new comer makes her way into Jackson and into Joel’s heart…

You were the first one up. It has always been that way with your quiet steps and peaceful mornings filled with silence.

Your favorite part of your new home was your kitchen free from broken cabinets and rusted faucets. Curtesy to Joel of course. It wasn’t terribly warn down when we first moved in, some dusty bedding, peeled wallpaper throughout the house, but the kitchen had it worse. You mentioned it once to Joel, wondering how the two of you could bring this kitchen to life. A place where you felt most at peace. You were contempt with what you had of course, working around it as you cooked for your family.

Until one day you walked into your house to find Joel replacing them with ones the he had carved and pieced together himself.

You remember crying and him telling you not to. But how could you not? When the man you hopelessly love does something like that for you?

Joel only knew how to bqq something and Ellie was too impatient to follow directions and so since the beginning you were the designated cook and you were proud of it too.

So to find someone in your kitchen banging your precious cabinets and disrupting the system you had made… Well your ears were practically turn red and you swore if anyone would look close enough there would be steam coming out.

But you were an adult person and an adult handles everything with a sense of calm… Right?

“I’m sorry but what are you doing?” You asked as you stood in front of the island counter to keep yourself from pouncing on her.

Heather turned around with a startled jump, “Oh! Good morning! Don’t mind me, I’m just making breakfast.”

“Breakfast is my thing. Cooking for my family is my thing.” You stated clearly with a sense of calm.

I think Joel would be impressed that I haven’t stabbed this lady yet. I’m being an adult. That’s what he wanted right?

“Well I think I can handle the cooking today. It’s the least I can do.” She stated with an edge to her tone.

Stay calm. Be an adult.

You took in a sharp breath and smile, “Being as you are a guest in my home, the least you can do is take a seat and let me cook in my kitchen.”

You watched the way she dug her nails into her skin before giving you a sharp nod, “Alright. Then cook.”

“Gladly.” You muttered before making yourself at home and cooking Joel and Ellie’s favorites.

Pancakes for Ellie and scrambled eggs with deer bacon for Joel. You didn’t have pigs for regular bacon and so this was the next best thing in the apocalypse, that and Joel’s famous deer jerky.

You easily fell into your routine, humming a tune that you created for Ellie one night when she was scared. You didn’t care how Heather sat at the island and watched you like a hawk. You did what you did best. You provided for your family.

While the last bits of deer bacon was frying, you started on making the coffee before set the table with the plates and food already prepared. You also made sure to add an extra plate even if you didn’t want to.

But you were going to prove to Joel that you were an adult.

The last item left in the kitchen was the deer bacon and as you piled it on a plate you heard Joel’s drawl muttering a good morning and Ellie’s loud yawn in the dining room.

You smiled and filled a mug of coffee for Joel, holding it in one hand while you held the plate of deer bacon in the other.

“You made this?” Joel asked looking at Heather.

“I did! I wasn’t sure what you usually eat for breakfast so I asked your other daughter and she told me pancakes, eggs, and deer bacon is the perfect morning breakfast for everyone.” Heather explained as if it actually happened, she would be convincing to anyone else… Anyone who wasn’t Ellie that is.

Ellie’s brows furrowed as she stared at the table. It was plated exactly how you would plate it for them each morning. It didn’t look new and Ellie knew that…

“She did?” Ellie finally asked skeptically.

“Yep!” Heather smiled without a hint of guilt.

The way that Heather said such a lie with ease made your blood boil as you stepped into the dining room with a glare directed towards the officially unwelcome newcomer.

“Oh! Thank you for being a dear and getting those for me, I couldn’t carry everything here on my own.” A sweet smile was planted on Heather’s face, on that made you scowl.

Who says I have to be calm to be an adult?

You took three steps to the table, standing directly between where she was sitting in your seat once again. You tossed the plate of deer bacon down in front of Joel with a thud before slamming your hand down resonating a loud smack against the wood, coffee mug held tightly in the other hand.

“What the hell.” Joel exasperated at watching you loose your temper.

You didn’t care about Joel’s opinion of you. Not right now and not with this conniving witch in front of you. Your fury was centered around the horrid lies spilling out of the temptress mouth.

“First of all, I am Not his daughter.” I seethed lowly, “Second. You better tell them the truth before I cram these pieces of deer bacon that I cooked not you, down your throat you lying piece of—”

“Enough!” Joel’s voice boomed causing you to steady your hand to keep from spilling his coffee.

Your heater gaze quickly flickered to Joel who seemed angry, but not at the person you thought he would be angry with… No. his anger was directed towards you.

“Who gives a fuck who made breakfast. Will you stop causing a scene so early in the morning and just sit down?” Joel sighed.

His sigh was clearly directed towards you and you were angry that he couldn’t see whatever game Heather was trying to play.

“Are you serious? She is clearly lying to you. How are you not more pissed off about this?” You yelled.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry if I caused any trouble. If it will make you feel better, I won’t make breakfast again from now on.” Heather’s voice sounded so fragile that you wanted to smother her with a pillow.

“Oh piss off!” You turned towards her, ready to give her a piece of your mind.

“Excuse me? I much older than you—” She began and you cut her off.

“Clearly.” You scoffed.

“Dear I’m just trying to help. Maybe your too young to understand that respecting your elders is important so please— Ouch!” She yelled out in pain.

It all happened so fast. One minute she was talking and the next second you felt a sharp pain in your ankle causing you to spill Joel’s coffee on her arm.

Ellie’s eyes widened, “Shit.”

“Are you kidding me right now!” Joel’s voice boomed as got up from his chair.

“I—” You didn’t know what to say and apparently Joel didn’t want to hear it because he roughly shoved you out of the way to check on Heather.

His shoved made you spill the rest of the coffee over your hands causing you to hiss out in pain.

“Are you okay?” Ellie quickly jumped out of her seat to check on me.

“Yes… Yes. I’m fine. I— I don’t know what happened.” You said quickly as Ellie took the cup from you, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I’m going to go get some ice.” She said as she quickly rushed off into the kitchen.

“Ow! Ow ow ow. It hurts Joel.” Heather had tears in her eyes and he cleaned off her arm with a towel.

“I’m sorry… I really didn’t.” You weren’t even sure why you were apologizing, but you felt that Joel would be even more pissed at you if your didn’t.

“You— I can’t believe you— you reckless over excessive little girl.” Joel seethed at you, “Did you know she was constantly burned by the raiders that held her hostage? No. Of course you fucking didn’t.”

Ellie stepped in at the moment with ice wrapped in a towel. Joel took it out of her hands and motioned to the door.

“Tommy’s waiting for you by the barn to talk you about your new job Ellie.” Joel grunted yet his glare never left your face, “You should go.”

Ellie looked over to you in concern, “But—”

You shook your head, “It’s okay, go. I’m fine. I promise.”

Ellie left soon after and an unnerving silence between you and Joel filled the air. Your hands welre turning red because the ice that you needed was currently being used for Heather’s arm. You felt too ashamed to get another one and too scared to wonder if she had actually kicked you.

You watched Joel, an aching feeling settling in your chest at the way he was attentive to her. The way he held her gently and asked her if her arm was still hurting while you stood behind him cradling your own wounded hands. That made tears draw to your eyes.

“Joel—” You tried to call out to him, but he didn’t want to hear any of it.

“You can’t just throw a fucking tantrum whenever you want… God… I didn’t think you were this much of a brat.” He shook his head.

That left a sharp feeling in your chest as your eyes casted down to the floor in shame.

“Leave.” Joel muttered and when you didn’t move he raised his voice, “Fucking get out of my sight right now!”

That had you running up the stairs and slamming the door to his room. Sobs wracked through your body as you slid to the floor, your blistering hands long forgot as tried to calm yourself down.

“He thinks I did all of this on purpose? How could he believe her over me? …Why won’t he believe me?” You whispered into the silence.

That sinking feeling however didn’t leave your chest. The deep hatred that you felt towards a woman you’ve barely known for two days was beginning to boil and you just knew she was up to something.

You angrily wiped away your tears and changed into some warmer clothes. You didn’t care about the puffiness under your eyes or your red nose, you could blame that on the weather. After you finished getting ready you went downstairs to leave the house and start your day at work.

It was your turn to help string up some lights anyways so that made it easier to get out of the house. You could only hope that things would change before the upcoming holiday, Winter’s Hollow. A day that everyone could celebrate.

“Where you going?” Joel’s asked from behind you.

You ignored him as you slipped in your boots.

“Your hands are red…” He continued and you turned away from him so he couldn’t see them anymore.

He let out a deep sigh, “Firefly please.”

“Don’t call me that.” You finally grumbled, “Not right now.”

“You’re hurt.” He pressed.

You looked up at him with a glare as you slipped on some gloves, “Like you care. You’re the one who did it.”

“I…” He looked directly at you, “Didn’t realize I hurt you.”

His expression was one of worry and guilt. Two emotions that were very rarely shown on Joel’s face in front of anyone except for you, Ellie, or Tommy. You almost crumbled… Almost.

“Joel!” Heather called from the dining room and his head immediately turned towards her direction.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your jacket remembering why you were leaving in the first place.

“Have fun with your new girl.” You swung the door open and left.

***

“Morning.” Maria waved you over to her.

She stood by a box of lights and a lamp post.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” She teased and usually she would get a snarky reply and a smile from you, but when you remained quiet she began to worry.

“Hey… Are you okay?” She asked and placed a hand on your arm and when you fully looked at her she knew, “You’re definitely not okay. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You tried to say, but she gave you an unimpressed look.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at you, “Something is. Your nose is red and you’ve clearly been crying.”

“It’s just the cold, I’m fine.” You tried to explain, but she wasn’t having any of it.

Maria rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, “Like hell you are.”

You sighed, “Joel and I got into an argument.”

“Over what?” Maria asked.

She was concerned of course. In the three months that you and Joel have lived here she has never heard you and Joel argue.

“Heather.” You said her name as if it were poison.

“Oh…” She nodded her head slowly, now beginning to understand the story, “It’s going that bad huh?”

“He’s been taking her side over everything these past two days and he lets her kiss his cheek and I don’t… Fuck I hate it. And she lied this morning about cooking breakfast and I swear she kicked me or something. I didn’t mean to spill coffee on her and Joel got… He got so angry.” Tears welled up in your eyes, “I didn’t mean to make him angry.” You cried.

Maria pulled you into a hug and you clung to her like a lifeline. She was slowly starting to grow on you as these past couple of months passed by.

“I’m sorry, that must be so stressful.” Maria tried her best to calm you down.

“I was so worried about him when he disappeared. I couldn’t even sleep without checking the driveway every hour to see if he was walking up those damn steps and now it hasn’t even been a week and it’s like he replaced me.” You sobbed.

“I didn’t realize they were that close…” Maria’s voice trailed off. She didn’t want to loose you, you were the closest thing to a sister-in-law she’s ever had, “I’ll talk to Tommy. See if there’s a house available that she can live in. Maybe it’s just a savior complex thing and he feels like because he saved her, now he’s indebted to her or something.”

You sniffled into her shoulder, “Thanks.” Your voice was muffled in her jacket, “I don’t want to be that person, but I think she’s a real bitch.”

Maria chuckled, “Seems like Joel is too.”

You pulled away from her hug, “He said it was because of our age… That it wasn’t right to be together.”

“Well that’s bullshit otherwise he wouldn’t have been with you in the first place.” Maria scoffed.

“Do you think there’s more to what he’s telling me?” You wondered and honestly you wouldn’t put it against Joel if he was.

“It’s Joel we’re talking about, of course there is.” Maria shook her head and you watched as she reached down to grab some of the lights, “The Miller brothers are as hard to get close too. I swear there one of those endless jawbreakers.”

“Jawbreakers?” You asked her in confusion.

“It’s like a candy that you have to continuously lick until you reach the center. I’ll find one for you one day.” She said and you couldn’t help, but snicker.

“That’s quite an analogy.” Your snicker grew into a laugh and Maria joined you.

She nudged your arm, “Oh shut up and help this pregnant woman with these lights.”

“Yes ma’am.” You laughed as you reached into the box.

Maria made it easy for you to take your mind off Joel. It was as if she had a secret spell to make you forget your worries. I guess that’s what all good friends do.

“Phew!” Maria wiped her hands in her jeans as you finished hanging up a few more lights, “I think it’s about time for dinner, don’t you think?”

You nodded your head as you stepped down from the ladder, “I’m pretty sure I can eat an entire pot of stew right now.” You said causing Maria to laugh.

“Well as long as you share then I’m cool with that. Lets go.” She said and the two of you made your way to the lodge to grab some lunch.

“You know what I’m really craving?” Maria said as the two of you stepped into the small restaurant bar, “Pickles and ice cream.”

You raised an eyebrow at her in question, “Pickles and ice cream? That sounds…”

“Absolutely amazing I know.” She was practically drooling at the craving, “One day we’ll have ice cream and you’ll understand what I’m talking about.”

“Over here!” You suddenly heard Ellie yell and the two of you turned to find her, Tommy, and Joel already sitting down at a booth.

You were relieved to not see Heather with them. You don’t think you’re ready to see her coming up to Joel right now. The two of you quickly made your way over.

Before you can even say hello Maria smacked Joel on the back of his head.

“Ow…” He grumbled as he rubbed his head, “What was that for?”

“You know what.” She said before taking her designated seat beside her husband.

Tommy gave his wife a confused look to which she said, “I’ll tell you later.”

You then took your designated seat beside Joel, a small smile on your face from Maria’s protective side.

Maria sat by Tommy on one side of the booth with you by Joel with Ellie on his right, closest to the window on the other side of the booth.

“Well it took you girls long enough to get here.” Tommy joked as he wrapped an arm around Maria to warm her up, “We were waiting to surprise you both with dinner.”

“Hey the lights can’t hang themselves.” Maria replied, but fell into his embrace, “But thank you for waiting for us.”

You watched the two with longing wishing that Joel would treat you that way, but all you received was his arm pressing into yours.

“Tell them about the horses Ellie. I swear this girl is going to be a cowgirl one day.” Tommy chuckled.

“You would not believe the day I have had!” Ellie practically shouted as she launched into her story.

You listened, laughing at most parts as her story slowly became over exaggerated, but you loved every second of it.

It was halfway through her story about how she threw herself over a fence when you felt the warmth of his hand slide over yours. Your breath quickened at his touch and the way you were suddenly hyper aware of his breath hot on your ear.

“How is your hand?” He asked barely above a whisper as to not draw attention to the both of you.

“I think I’m safe from amputation.” You jokingly said to slow the way your heart was racing.

He ran his thumb along the back of your hand muttering a, “Hm..”

The moment was nice, something that you have missed deeply from him these past few months.

“Joel…” You spoke his name softly and when his attention was solely on you, you spoke up, “I—”

“Sorry I’m late!” A shrill voice made your entire body cringe.

You didn’t turn to greet her as Maria and Tommy spoke light hello’s and Joel said no worries.

“I didn’t know you were invited.” Ellie stated with that attitude of hers and it made you snort in amusement.

“Joel invited me. To celebrate my first day at work here.” Heather explained with a smile that you knew was directed towards Joel.

“Um… Where can I sit?” She asked and her gaze fell on Joel’s again as if he would immediately get up.

As if you would let him.

You squeezed his hand just as he was about to respond. Maria saw the desperation in your eyes and she quickly spoke up instead.

“You can sit on our side.” Maria said as she nudged Tommy to scoot down the booth before she follow suit.

Heather looked less than pleased at not being able to sit by Joel, but accepted the off nonetheless with a warm smile.

Ellie carried on with her interrupted story with Maria listening intently. Your hand relaxed its grip on Joel’s while his grip in turn tightened around your hand. You knew he felt awful about this morning and he was trying to apologize in his own Joel way.

You leaned into him as your gaze read the menu that sat in front of him. It was a paper with big hand writing that contained half of what a normal menu would with only two meal options for tonight. Rabbit stew or potatoes, beans, and vegetables.

You glanced up at Joel, “What did you order?”

“The potatoes.” He answered.

You could feel Heather’s heated stare on you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You were going to fight for Joel and show her that he’s yours.

A grin pulled at your lips, “Of course you got the potatoes.” You leaned back from the menu and made yourself comfortable into his side, “I’ll get the stew then and we can share.”

His brow furrowed, “Who says I’m sharing my potatoes?”

You scoffed in mock defense, “You always share your food with me. I am irresistible.” You joked.

Joel shook his head as he chuckled deeply in amusement.

“How have you been settling in?” Tommy asked, pulling Heather away from the conversation that only you and Joel were having.

“Quite well actually, this place is lovely. I can see that you all take very good care of it.” She answered.

It was then that Lily walked to the table with three more glasses of water for Maria, Heather, and I. She then pulled a small pad of paper and a pencil out of her pocket.

She pushed her short blonde hair out of her face as she smiled, “What can I get started for you tonight?”

It was potatoes for Joel and Tommy and stew for you, Ellie, Maria, and Heather.

“Coming right up.” Lily smiled before walking away.

“You never guess what happened.” Maria quickly leaned into the table to spill some gossip, gossip that you knew very well and were more than happy to indulge in.

“What?” Ellie asked already intrigued.

“Well.” You started with a low tone to keep anyone outside from snooping in on your conversation.

“Here we go.” Tommy joked with an exagerated sigh.

“Might as well get comfortable.” Joel said to his brother, the two of them holding back their grins.

Tommy and Joel settled back into their seats, letting the girls gossiped while being interested in the gossip as well… Silently of course.

“I heard from Lorraine at the town meeting last week that…” Maria started to which you finished.

“Apparently Lily has been hooking up with the preachers daughter.” You stated matter of fact, remembering the night Maria knocked on your door right after she was told to keep it a secret.

“No!” Ellie gasped, “But isn’t that like blasphemy or something? Hooking up with a preachers kid?” She asked.

You thought for a moment before shrugging, “I don’t see how it could be.” You turned to Joel, “Is it blasphemy?”

“How should I know?” He grumbled back.

“Well…” You motioned your hand towards him, “I figured if anyone would know it would be you.”

He huffed and pinched your side causing you to squeal, “Funny.” He muttered.

“I’ve been around long enough to know that marrying someone who is related to a pastor isn’t blasphemous. I think the only thing that would be a large age gap between two especially when one is so young with their life ahead of them.” Heather mused as she took a sip of her water.

You felt Joel’s hand tense against yours before it slipped away, moving to rest behind on you the booth. This left an aching feeling in your chest that you couldn’t quite shake off especially at how specific Heather’s words were as if she were directly speaking about you and Joel.

You looked directly at Heather, “I think when they are both consenting adults then age shouldn’t matter. Love should.” You stated.

“And that is why you are still too young to understand dear.” She smiled as if she almost felt bad for you.

The booth was quiet for a moment before Maria spoke up to ease the tension.

“All I know is that they may or may not be secretly eloping.” Maria cheered.

“That seems wonderful.” Heather agreed quickly, “I don’t know them very well personally, but I wish them all the best.”

“Aww, I’m really happy for them.” You leaned back in the booth, trying to stay in the conversation and not have your mood ruined, “I can’t wait till my Ellie gets married.” You sighed happily at the thought, “It’ll be such a cute wedding and I hope my daughter-in-law will be as nice as Lily.”

“Excuse me?” Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you, “She is not getting married. Ever.”

“Hey who says that I can’t?” Ellie leaned over to look at the both of you, “Not that to want to or anything, but still.”

“I say you can’t and it don’t matter if ya want to or not. It’s not happening.” Joel said gruffly.

Joel’s dad mode made everyone laugh while the food was being served. The booth once again fell into a calm atmosphere and you felt your body release some tension the moment you got warm food in your belly.

You were eating your soup peaceful. At times you would place rabbit meat on Joel’s plate while stealing a potato as payment. He didn’t seem to mind and the small chatter and clinking silverware against dishes was heard throughout our small group.

This was how it used to be and a sense of calm washed over you…

Until Heather tried to do the unthinkable.

“Can I try yours Joel?” She asked and began to reach over when Joel nodded, but you were not going to allow that.

Only I can eat off of Joel’s plate and of course Ellie too, but not Heather. Especially after what happened this morning. You thought. I haven’t forgiven her and why should I? She hasn’t even tried to apologize to me after lying to everyone.

You blocked her spoon with yours just as she reach Joel’s plate. Sharing food was your thing with Joel and no one else’s.

“No.” You said without a second thought.

“And why can’t I? It’s just food dear.” Heather had a condescending tone to her voice, another thing that you didn’t like.

You glared at her, “You have your own food.”

“And so do you.” She rolled her eyes.

You were about to say something when Joel squeezed your thigh as a warning.

He gave you a stern look, “It’s fine.” He said as he pushed his plate towards Heather.

You could only look up at him in confusion. He never shares his food with anyone. It was only ever you and Ellie.

“It’s just food.” He said as if it was the most simplistic thing in the world as he took his hand from your thigh.

It’s just food. You scoffed softly at his answer as you glared at Heather.

And maybe it was. Maybe you were over exaggerating, but being together on the road for months with barely any food, it was more than just food to you. It was the silent care that was shown between your little family as you shared the small amounts of food you had.

“Wow! This is delicious! I think I like yours better Joel.” Heather complimented.

“You can have more if you’d like.” He responded with a casual smile, one that had Heather glancing at you with a little smirk.

That made you grind your teeth in humiliation and anger.

It’s your food now and then you later. Why can’t you see that Joel?

You glanced down at your soup with a defeated look.

Do you even want to see it?

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 7 months

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I’m coming to you on HANDS AND KNEES HERE. My game got weird and wouldn’t allow my romance of Astarion from act 2 to 3, so post(redacted happenings to prevent spoilers) we’re just besties. Please help me see my romance dreams into fruition, maybe with him breaking up initially and then coming to his senses.

If you need me, I’ll be in hell. Also thank you.

omg chdhicdcihim lolol guys I love when this game breaks it so funny! My friend has a playthrough rn tht for some reason keeps doing the first night with astarion over and over again until they go to the underdark lolol man love this game

Edit: not my best work but i tried lol also there is an easter egg in here <3

Rated T

The heart wants what the heart wants, even dead ones.

He had plenty of lovers, a list he rather not revisit, but friends are few to none. Astarion felt content. You offered him your friendship, your shoulder for support, and your heart.

A heart he wishes was within him.

His heart should have been happy, you are a friend.

Yet, when he looks at you currently explaining how you are going to rip the wallpaper all over Cazador's walls. It is so gaudy and ugly, it's silly to mention but you are really mad about it.

Freedom, free to do whatever he likes. You suggested setting the place on fire but it's too part of Baldur’s Gate to just destroy it. Sadly. So Lady Incognita said why not change it.

"Blue? Maybe she might go with blue." Talking about Lady Incognita as she has free range around the manor.

Astarion's eyes are distracted, not that you notice, his eyes tracing the way your lips move or shape a smile.

"Astarion?"

"Hm?" His eyes move to yours, "Yes, blue."

You look worried, "Are you okay? We can stop talking about it." Fearing you offended him.

His hand takes yours, fingers interlacing with yours, his nibble fingers different from your own.

You don't mind the affection, you are equally affectionate, yet you wonder what is on his mind.

"'We.'" He says, "You always say 'we'."

"Of course!" Excited as you hold his hand, "We’ll travel the lands, cross the seas, and take to the skies upon the eternal wind—and it will be marvelous." Eye full of love and wanderlust, "It will." A promise you intend to keep.

Astarion laughs, "Must everything you say sound like a marriage proposal? Goodness knows how many times you will get me to say yes."

You fluster, you gap at him, then blink, "You… I didn't mean it like that!"

"Oh, so no marriage proposal? You wound me, and I thought we had something special."

"Of course, I would marry you! I— Wait."

The smile on his face is cocky like the cat who got the mouse (fucking Raphael and his rhythms).

"Yes, darling?"

"Please, if you are playing with me this isn't funny."

"Friends to lovers, it seems fitting for us." Astarion says so nonchalantly, "With all those pretty words you say I should have shouldn't have sent you free." But that feeling has a weight of regret.

You hear it, "You needed a friend."

"What I need is you. What I want is you, I want this."

#anon ask #baldur's gate 3 #reader insert #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion x reader

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psyphigirl · 5 months

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"May I See Her?"

TW: Immobility, Health Play, Hospital Setting, "Asphyxiation"

A person is admitted to the most advanced bariatric health center, where they must be subjected to constant and intense mechanical medical care

(I'm not sure the tw list is entirely exhaustive as I don't know how to define some of the things I wrote about. Please feel free to give any suggestions you feel I need to include!)

The doctor looked at me as though I had two heads, he just didn't understand the question.

"I- I don't know. There ... there isn't a lot left to see. You didn't really ... leave us with a lot ..."

I had weird mixed feelings about how he said that. Shame, guilt, fear ... pride, wonder, lust. What could they possibly have done to her?

"You can come in about 11.00 on Thursday morning, if you really do want to see her", he said flatly

"Thank you, Doctor. I'll be in then."

I hang up and sit back on my bed. I should really be getting to bed soon but I can't bear the thought of going to sleep just yet, so I go in to her old room. Just to remember her.

The room looks so much smaller without her in it. For the first time in years I can actually stand anywhere I want without fear of standing on her flesh or on a cable or tube she needs to function. The room's been stripped almost bare from the kit I used to tend to her. The oxygen pump is gone, the feeding tube has been retired, even the fridges have been wheeled away. I can see an almost perfect outline of her rear on the wall behind her, painted with sweat into the wallpaper. Her mattress is still here, it's been crushed to about a quarter of it's normal height after years of propping up a mass measured in metric tons.

I'm almost glad to see her in a proper care center: All this tech is ancient. Held together with tape and staples. It's a wonder it failed as infrequently as it did...

That's enough remembering for tonight

...

Beep beep beep

That's the alarm. Seven o'clock. Get up, get dressed, go to the kitchen. What's in the fridge? Not a lot. A dozen eggs and half a loaf of toast should be fine. I can fit two slices per slot in the four slot toaster and have them done in two minutes. I can fit three eggs in a pan per two pans. It takes five minutes to cook them and have them done in ten minutes. Hopefully I can have this done before she wakes up-

Oh.

I turn the stovetop off and unplug the toaster. For the first time in years I don't have to center my daily schedule around caring for my helpless other half. It takes about an hour to get to the hospital. So I have three hours to kill ... somehow

...

"Oh, it's you. It- She's right this way"

The doctor lead me down a corridor, with a sign above it reading "ICU". Is it that bad? It must be. I was lead all the way down to the end of the corridor. The very last door in the ICU of the most advanced bariatric care center the fattest country in the world has to offer. I really did a number on her.

"Now. I should warn you. She's very ... fragile. You just need to be careful. Do you understand?"

"Yes, doctor, I think so"

His mouth jerks to the side and he turns away from me. I could have sworn I heard him say "I'm sure"

He opens the door and I see her.

She's nothing more than a mound of flesh, decorated by a spidersweb of wires and tubes, moniters and dials.

"Jeez, doc. Is this all really necessary?"

He looks at me with a subtle and frightening rage, "Yes. If even one of these machines failed, or one of these cables disconnected," he looks almost disappointed, "She wouldn't last long."

I don't respond. All I can do is gawk at her.

"This one here, for example", He gestures to a machine containing a series of combustion pistons, "That's her heart. There's no way her actual heart can pump blood around the rest of her body without assistance."

He points to another one, a pair of pumps under a turbine, "Those are her lungs."

And another, "That's her liver. There's no machine in here that isn't essential to her continued survival. Her body just doesn't work anymore. Technically ... she ... isn't that person in the center of this room anymore. She's ..." He struggles to find his words for a minute, "She's pretty much the room itself"

I take a minute to comprehend what that means. I'm inside her. Staring at her bare soul

"Doctor," I inquire, "Could I be left alone with her for a little while?"

He looks right through me and approaches, "Her diet is automated. Don't think you can do any more damage"

He leaves heavyfooted and disgusted at what I did to her. I almost don't blame him

"Hi dear. Can you hear? It's me."

I wait. I get no response.

"I know you may resent, or even fear me. But you're safe now, love. I can do you no harm. Now that I say it out loud I'm even sure that's entirely true. If that's your lungs, then that tube must be intake. So which tube feeds you the oxygen? This one here? Next to my boot?"

Her heart beats visibly faster.

"That's a yes. What happens if I ..."

I lightly squish the thick clear plastic tube with my heel. The rhythm of the machinery is changed, tarnished even.

Her heart beats visibly faster again.

"I like that response. See it could be fear, couldn't it ..."

I press a little deeper

"Your mouth feels dry. Your temples feel tight. Your lungs, your real ones I mean, are burning. It hurts and you're afraid."

I press a little deeper

"Or maybe. Just maybe ..."

I connect my heel all the way to the floor

"It's lust?"

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Domestic Modern Arthur Headcannons

This was requested by an anon user! Hopefully you like it!!!

I am gonna tag these wonderful beauties to read this if they’d like!

@kieropal @mrsarthurmorgan7 @cantchoosejust1

Alright, y’all, domestic Arthur, that’s all that’s important, we love domestic cowboy sounds

I am SO excited to write this one >:)

The rest of the modern Arthur headcannons can be found here!

Warnings!: Fluff mainly, Arthur being a little happy husband who likes to be in the domestic life

Maybe a little smut, but like....it’s me come on, I always gotta warn about that

Arthur is a man who seems very wild and wacky, but he is actually VERY domesticated.

He LOVES

all that stuff

because it’s all he’s ever craved in his life

so, as I’ve previously mentioned in a different work

He loves to have you shave his beard, it’s one of his favorite things to have you sit up on the bathroom counter and he’ll stand between your legs and let you shave him.

He likes how gentle you are in comparison to him and how he does things.

You literally put him so at ease, like he almost falls asleep in your hands every time you do it, and like, you have to gently pat his cheek to make sure he doesn’t fall backwards or forwards and cut himself on the razor.

He also loves to take bathes with you, granted the two of you use the shower more than the tub, and he’ll join you in there too, but occasionally he’ll light up candles for you and put rose petals in the tub and you just

can’t say no

come on

you’re gonna tell him no?

You’re gonna tell him no, and look him in the face.

I didn’t think so.

Sometimes things are spicy, duh, but what he really likes in that bath is to wash your hair.

He likes it when you lay against his chest and he can just put the soap in your hair and massage your scalp.

He feels so happy to see you smile in the mirror next to the bath, and he loves just how close he feels to you when it happens.

You like to return the favor, wash his hair, wash his back for him, He loves the feel of your hands on him.

It’s his favorite thing.

He loves cooking for you too, even though he says he isn’t that good at it.

I mean, you know otherwise, but he thinks he isn’t that good.

He loves to make you breakfast specifically

I mean

he wakes up early to make you your favorite foods

Pancakes, waffles, hashbrowns, eggs, anything it is that you like he’ll learn to cook and get up early to make it before you wake up.

Granted he doesn’t do it every day, it’s just too nice to lay and cuddle with you for him to actually do it all the time.

Speaking of which

That is another one of his favorite things to do

He LOVES

cuddling with you.

He likes to wake up early and pull you close, your back to his chest and he’ll rub your stomach, and wait until you wake up.

He’ll mutter all kinds of sweet things in your ear

“Good mornin’ darlin.”

“My Sweetheart”

“I love ya, did ya sleep good?”

He’ll turn off your phone alarm too before you can be woke up abruptly.

He’ll wake you up in the gentlest way

Kissing your shoulder, and your neck until you do.

On nice days after working all day he loves to sit outside on the front porch with you, maybe having a drink, and he’d draw you too, smiling as you pose funny.

He takes pictures of you all the time too, when you aren’t looking, when you are looking, his favorites are when you’re asleep, you look so peaceful and so happy.

He takes screenshots of you on facetime when the two of you are apart.

If for some reason the two of you can’t sleep in the same bed for the night he’ll call you and refuses to hang up before he goes to sleep.

So the two of you often fall asleep on the phone

A lot of his phone wallpapers come from that

He uses your wedding photos when the two of you get them back.

Sometimes if he has a bad day he’ll just come in the door and not say a word

He’ll just come in, see you on the couch, kick his boots off and crawl onto the couch with you, he’ll put his head on your thighs and fall asleep.

Especially if you play with his hair and massage his scalp.

He’ll hum and rub your leg where his head is in response to show his appreciation.

If he falls asleep on your leg you just have to be patient and wait until he wakes up to get up

You usually don’t care though.

When he wakes up he’ll talk to you about what upset him but you gotta kinda coax it out of him.

He is also the kind of guy who never wants to go to bed angry, especially if it’s at you, or at a fight the two of you had earlier.

Like if you argued over bills or something?

Firstly, he hates financial stuff, he hates sitting down and doing the taxes with you, or dealing with them in general, just because he literally feels like he’s not doing enough for you.

So if you two argue over bills or something like that he gets so upset with himself.

Granted he gets mad with himself no matter what if he argues with you

And he ALWAYS apologizes to you afterwards.

Like he literally always apologizes and explains that it was his fault (Even if it wasn’t and you have to tell him that it wasn’t his fault)

Obviously you apologize for your mistakes too, you don’t want to go to bed angry either.

The two of you are very loving towards each other, and you rarely do fight but when you do you always fix the problem.

When Arthur has the day off, and you do not, he’ll do his job around the house, take care of the animals outside (Obviously y’all live on a small farm, horses and just a couple of cows)

He’ll then take his time to clean the inside of the house for you, he’ll make sure that he does the dishes, takes out the trash, vacuums and sweeps the house.

He wipes down counters, cleans the bathrooms, and after all that he still has a free day to himself

He’ll usually call up John or Javier, sometimes Bill or Charles and go out riding Quads or ATV’s for the day

He’ll come back after you get home and he’s covered in mud

Which, he just cleaned the house, and then he tracks it all back in

He means well but sometimes he doesn’t think his ideas all the way through.

He also insists on the two of you having date night at LEAST once a week, and if you can’t do that at least twice a month

Sometimes even more than once a week if you two can manage it

Usually its on fridays or saturdays

and he’s literally so good at dates

like when the two of you first started dating he was awful at it

but the longer you’ve been together the better he’s gotten

I mean

he’ll spring dates on you all the time

take you out to eat, to the movies

hell sometimes date night is at the house, he’ll make dinner, and set up the kitchen with romantic lighting

He’s just....

He is amazing at it.

He’ll take you out to whatever kind of activities you love to do

If you like to golf, he’ll take you golfing, if you like shopping, he’ll take you shopping

He literally just wants to spend time with you, he’d do whatever he could as long as you’re having fun with him.

He is literally so romantic

MY GU Y

he will flash that smile at you and you just cannot resist him

I mean

he loves to smirk at you, he knows how much you love that little toothy smirk and every time that he does that you get all red in the face and it’s his favorite thing

However he loves it when you tease him all day

Like, send this man a text while he’s out working at the mechanic shop, he will open it and instantly hide his phone from everyone around him

He claims he hates it cause it works him up all day, but come on

we all know

he loves it

he loves it so much

so do it

It’s one of his most favorite things

If you do tease him all day he will come home from work, and make a bum rush for you

SEEK AND DESTROY

He’ll find you and more than likely wherever it is he finds you

that’s where you’re getting screwed.

You’re in the kitchen?

I hope you didn’t like your clean countertops

The bedroom?

Good, that’s where the magic usually happens

Out in the barn?

Get ready, you will have hay in your cracks.

Living Room?

Against the window with a fistful of your hair in his hand

He knows what he wants and he doesn’t care what you’re doing, he gets home after you’ve teased him all day and it’s time to get down to business

His favorite thing to do is grab your thighs, so no matter what he’s going for them

They’re his favorite part of your body, if he had to pick one anyway.

He also loves your ass, but he loves your face too, because he thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, gorgeous, I mean, absolutely stunning.

He loves all of you, obviously.

But he does have his favorites just like you do

I mean

come on

we all know that our favorite part of Arthur is his thighs/ass

That and that wide ass chest of his.

He loves to fuck you

literally loves to

he’s bored?

Gonna see if you wanna fuck

tired but not tired enough?

Gonna see if you wanna fuck

Wakes up early and you’re still sleeping?

He’s gonna probably stick his hand in your pants to wake you up

He doesn’t like just having sex, like that’s not it, it’s specifically with you

It has to be sex with you

he knows its a natural thing that everyone does, and obviously he doesn’t cheat on you

he is NOT that kinda guy

but like, what I mean is that it’s not something he’s like actively interested in, UNLESS its with you

He likes to go to rodeos sometimes with the guys

He knows you don’t like them

but he always asks anyway because he wants you to be included

He doesn’t like a lot of the things you do but he appreciates that you ask him anyway so he does the same for you

The two of you do like to go to the county fair together

Whenever it’s in town that’s when Arthur gets to dress up in his full Cowboy outfits

belt with the belt buckle

jeans

boots

button down

suspenders

hat

he even busts out the chaps which you LOVE

and he knows it

it’s literally so funny

He shakes his ass at you on purpose cause he knows how you love his chaps.

The entire family goes to the County Fair too, it’s not just the two of you, John, Abigail, Lenny, Javier, Dutch, Hosea, Bill, Susan, all of ‘em

Mary-Beth and Karen you have to watch out for

they tail everyone around the fair and sneak up and scare you

it’s funny to them

Arthur will win you stuffed animals even when you don’t ask him to

He loves to win them for you

When you go home you’re tired as hell so he drives

and you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder

and he loves it

literally loves it so much

he feels so loved

and it’s just

all he’s wanted in life always

I WILL DO MORE OF THESE IF Y’ALL WANT EM I LOVE DOMESTIC ARTHUR

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the-fiction-witch · 2 months

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Elisview manor P3

Media IRL X Horror

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Spooky + Scary

I sat at the end of the long wooden table nibbling at breakfast every so often I glanced up across the dining room. The three tall windows to the side opened to let in the light of the grey day, rain pattering the glass. The View down to the Elis River, the tall black walls with red rose wallpaper, a large metal chandelier with candles slowly burning, the large long mahogany table I sat at one end with my toast and eggs. At the other end of the table, Thomas sat with his eggs and bacon, dressed for the day in all black. I did my best to be quiet and not make eye contact. I glanced up and met his eyes as we looked at one another across the table.

"What?" he snapped,

"... I... I wanted to thank you for letting me join you for breakfast this morning," I smiled,

"You're welcome," he sighed, "I am going out today,"

"Oh, where are you going?" I asked,

"Never you mind," he snapped,

"Oh... Forgive me,"

"I am going out, out riding. You are to stay in the house, in your room. Until I return."

"I-"

"Yes?"

"Yes sir." I nodded,

"Good," he said finishing his food and getting up heading to the door,

"Why do I need to stay in my room thomas?" I asked,

He stopped. He didn't even glance at me. "what?"

"Why do I need to stay in my room, sir?"

He turned and stepped slowly to an empty chair his hands sat on the top of the chair back and he glared down at me, "Becuase I said so."

"But I-"

"I am the lord of the manor! You listen to me!" he yelled but he saw me jump and his voice softened, "I am trying to protect you. Just stay in your damn room until I get back."

"Yes sir..." I nodded,

"Go. Now." He demanded,

I nodded and got up adjusting my dress and heading to the door I passed him without a word but as I reached the entryway he grabbed my arm forcing me to stop as he held me tight against him,

"You are to stay in your room until I return. You are not to go wondering. not to go to the kitchens. not to go exploring. you are to lock your door and not open it. No matter what you hear. no matter what you see. you do not open your door do you understand me?"

"yes sir." I nodded, "how will I know when I can open it again?"

"I will unlock your door when I return."

"Yes sir."

He nodded his tongue sliding over his teeth, "If I find out you have left your room, I will kick you out on your rear."

"Yes sir..." I gulped,

"and if I find out you have stepped foot anywhere near my section of the house..."

"Yes?"

"...I will make you wish you were never born." He said, "Yes?"

"Yes sir." I nodded,

"Good. go on up and lock the door. But take the key out."

I nodded and headed up to my room, I did as he asked and locked my door taking the key out, I grabbed a book and lay in my little bed box. I sighed and tried to enjoy my day cooped up in my little room while thomas went out to do whatever he wanted I felt jealous of course that he could go and do what he wished while I was here locked up in my room. I almost wanted to unlock my door and run off to his part of the house to see what he was hiding from me. But I know I'm a guest here and I didn't want to cause any trouble or for thomas to be angry with me.

I sighed put my book down and began to pace around my room looking for something to do, I kept hearing people moving around the house the same strange sounds like people walking within the walls often when I heard footsteps I perked up hoping thomas had returned and would let me out my room but it never was.

I perked up at the door and knocked but no voice came,

"Hello?" I asked,

Still, no answer came,

"Hello?!" I asked slightly louder,

"Miss Y/l/n." The voice of Miss Marybell came through the door,

"Ohh yes, good afternoon," I said,

"Just asking if you'd like to come down for tea?"

"Ohh thank you but no it's alright I have my teapot."

"You sure you wouldn't rather come down for a cup of tea in the kitchens?"

"Uhh I would but it's alright Tho- the lord of the house told me not to unlock my door so."

"I promise we won't say a word to him,"

"No, it's alright really. I don't mind you ladies enjoying your tea without me." I told them sitting on my chamise by the fire, I watched the flames for a while doing some knitting.

Until I heard the door jiggle as if someone was trying the lock, I assumed it would be thomas checking if it was locked as I had promised him but once discovering the door was locked he didn't go to unlock it but rather kept trying to open it.

"Hello?" I asked rather confused,

I wanted to make myself known so he knew I was inside but no answer came,

"Hello? Thomas is that you?" I asked,

"...Yes. Yes, it's me Y/n." his voice came from the other side of the door but immediately something didn't feel right, he was far too happy, far too chipper, far too informal. But perhaps he was just happy from wherever he had been, perhaps he had been drinking even?

"Can I come out now?" I chuckled,

"Awww of course you can come out now, just unlock the door and come out."

"...I thought you where going to unlock my door?"

"I was. but you passed the test, I trust you. Unlock the door and come out."

I don't know why but I felt strange about it, something just seemed off.

"I uhh... have you forgotten the key?"

"No."

"Then why do I have to unlock it if you said you would?"

"... Y/n don't beat around the bush about it." he chuckled, "Come on sweetling just unlock the door and come out."

"...sweetie?" I asked moving closer to the door I could see the shadows of someone standing beyond the door,

"yeah, come on out my sweetling,"

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, just unlock the door and come on out for me... I got you some chocolate and some strawberries?" He encouraged,

"Wh- why are you being so nice to me?"

"Can't a man be nice to his beautiful little sweetling?"

"Th- this isn't like you..."

"Just come on out, unlock the door and we can go down to the library and have a cuddle. hey? won't that be nice?"

"A cuddle?"

"Yeah a nice little cuddle on the library sofa, just you and me cuddled up cosy by the fire, I can read you a nice book while I play with your hair... won't that be nice?"

"It... it does sound nice thomas..." I blushed setting my hand on the

"Come on then, we can spend some time just you and me."

"I... I don't know didn't you say it was dangerous?"

"I'll keep you safe, come on sweetling. I want to spend some time with you. Just you and me. I'll even give you a tour of my room?"

Immediately I was ticked. Something is for sure wrong. Something is going on... and this burning feeling in my mind... that wasn't thomas.

"Uhhh no... No, thank you. I'd rather stay in my room." I said moving back from the door,

"what? come on don't you wanna cuddle up with me by the fire? Have some strawberries? you can even stay the night in my room if you wanna be safe?"

"No thank you."

"Why not!"

"I... I..."

"....Y/n. Open the door..."

"no..."

"I am lord of this manor OPEN THE DOOR!"

"NO!"

"Open this door or I beat it down!" He yelled,

"I am not opening the door. You said I shouldn't until you came and unlocked it I am not unlocking the door." I answered,

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN IT NOW!" He demanded banging on my door and trying to force it open,

I jumped as I heard the heavy door at the front of the house slam shut downstairs, and suddenly outside my door I heard rushed running footsteps away from my door. That run filled me with utter fear as to who or what had been outside my door, who I had been speaking to, I heard steps from the stairwell as the footsteps headed slowly up, the door handle jiggled testing the lock, and I heard the sound of keys they jingled and clattered in the lock until the door handle twisted open and the door opened to thomas as I last saw him but with added mud on his boots and his hair a little damp,

"...Thomas?"

"Hi Y/n..." He yawned,

I bolted over and jumped wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my face into his shoulders holding my feet up off the floor,

"Whoa!" He yelped in surprise putting his arms around my waist so he wouldn't drop me, "Hello..."

"Hello..."

"...I wasn't gone that long was I?" he asked, "You alright?"

"I feel better now."

"Uhh... okay... sure... I- I want some dinner... are you just gonna... cling to me?"

"Mhm,"

"... alright," He sighed adjusting me a little and then carrying me with him down to the kitchens.

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itstimetotheorize · 1 year

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Little Nightmares 2 Foreshadowed in Very Little Nightmares?...or something worse...

Of all the secret rooms to be uncovered within Very Little Nightmares, there has always been one room which has garnered a lot of attention and question, it’s the room where we find the broken eggs and a single functioning tv hanging from the pipes, above a single baby bird. For the longest time, many theorists and I couldn’t help but wonder what this room in particular had to say about the lore of the Nest.

by analyzing the room we see the following:

-broken eggs with the yolks spilled out

-a functioning tv

-a single living baby bird standing underneath a T.V. ,which is suspended from a rope tied around a pipe. The rope around the tv is dangerously close to breaking it’s last thread, dooming the baby bird to be crushed the moment the T.V. falls on it.

-wallpaper depicting eyes all around the room

-a single dead adult pigeon

-numerous locks on the door

-a secret passage leading into and out of the room through the vents

At fist, it was believed this room was meant to be some sort of foreshadowing for Little Nightmares 2 as the room presented eerily similar characteristics to the room the Thin Man was trapped in within the Black Tower. The T.V. emits a blue/purple glow similar to the towers hypnotic transmission, but then again...all the T.V.s are like this. The walls are lined with eyes similarly to the flesh eyes which hide behind the walls of the tower, but then again... it’s not uncommon to see the walls lined with eyes, we see them all over the place in the Maw, the Nest and the Pale City, either as wallpaper or drawings, it was as if they were set as a reminder of the eye entities constant watch, presence and influence over the residents of the world .

Many theorized the dead older pigeon might have symbolized the Thin Man and his final fate, while the baby bird was left to represent Mono as the now younger inhabitant of the room. However, there was always one little detail about the room which made I, and many theorists, question everything...the door. The door is locked, except, upon closer inspection, we realized...it was locked from the inside.

Now, what does this mean exactly? it means there was once someone who inhabited the room, someone who could leave if they wanted, which did not fit into the lore of the Thin Man as we analyzed the Thin Man as a prisoner within the Black Tower, leaving Mono as the only person capable of opening the door from the outside in order to set the Thin Man free.

But if the room in the Nest was not meant to represent the Thin Man inhabiting the Tower, then could this potentially mean there was another inhabitant of the Nest within this isolated room?...maybe, but if so, then...where did they go? and what was this room to them?....unless....what if this room was no ordinary room...what if it always had a simple purpose, we just couldn’t see it at first

Whoever resided in this room was someone who had the capability and paranoia to lock themselves inside such a small space on purpose. Based on how isolated the room is, as well as the series of locks which can only be accessible from the inside, its almost as if this room was... a safe house/panic room inhabited by a resident of the Nest. However, knowing what we know now about the world and the eye entity we theorized is responsible for it’s ongoing downfall (more here), it would appear as though the inhabitant of this room might not have been able to obtain the safety they wanted.

We have always theorized the people of this world felt the effects of the eye entities influence corrupting their minds in a slow and ongoing process. The first sign of its hold on a person was theorized to be depicted by the persons sudden and unknowing desire to draw or incorporate eyes within every inch of their surroundings. In this case, the inhabitant of the room might have had the sudden desire to incorporate eyes onto the rooms’ walls as they felt the eye entities influence corrupting them.

However, considering the locks within this room are still attached to the door and locked in place, it’s almost as if the room was set up to tell us something happened to the inhabitant, while they were still in the room, but what?, unless...what if the room already gave us an answer?

Upon closer inspection, many theorists and I began to realize the peculiar presence of the single T.V. within the room, now, what was so bizarre about it? Well, this T.V., which was dangling from a pipe on the celling...was not plugged into any electrical source...so then, how was it able to stay in power?

And of all the things which could be in this room, why was there a T.V. dangling from such an obscure location?...then again... we have seen this kind of thing before, all over the Pale City. When we traveled through the Pale City in Little Nightmares 2, the one thing many of us took note of was the various TVs in obscure places. We saw TVs hanging from the edge of balconies, clothes lines, through multiple broken floors within a building etc., but the most bizarre thing noted about these TVs, was how many of them were not plugged into any electrical source, yet they still remained in power.

Based on the bizarre locations of some electrical cords, such as the one in a viewers apartment which extended from underneath the toilet to the electrical outlet on the wall, and upon discovering the T.V. in the apartment had short circuited the moment the Viewer touched the electrocuted water, we had theorized the Pale City harbored abnormal T.V.’s which were not only capable of extending their electrical cords to the nearest source of power, but remain in power no matter where they were located.

As for how these obscure T.V.’s came to be, well, we've always theorized the T.V.’s within the Pale City were being produced by the one thing which connected all the chaos seen throughout the Pale City...the Black Tower(aka, the part of the eye entity which manifested in the pale city, more here), all of which was theorized to be for the simple desire of expanding it’s reach to obtain more and more victims.

As the tower strengthened, we had realized there eventually came a time when inhabitants of the city could no longer escape the hypnotic transmission by simply removing and destroying the T.V.’s in their homes, because as the towers strength peeked, so did the threat of the T.V.’s. At some point within the Pale City, the T.V.’s began to appear anywhere and everywhere, wherever a living being could be, even as far as the Hunter’s vast empty wood fields.... and maybe even... farther than that. These T.V.’s scattered all around, may not have just remained in power by some functioning electrical source, but by the one thing which connected all of them, the very thing which manifested them in the first place, the Tower itself.

Where am I going with this?, well, if the Tower was responsible for the manifestation of the many T.V.’s in the Pale City, if it is truly able to extend its reach to manifest even more T.V.’s in places as far as the woods, then,...who knows how much farther the tower was able to manifest its televisions as its transmission continued to broadcast farther beyond the city...maybe even...as far as the Nest?

We have always theorized the Nest was within distance of the Pale City, hence why a child like Six could have survived a journey overseas the moment she boarded the plank of wood at the bottom of the mountain (near the end of Very Little Nightmares), repurposing it as a small raft . If the Nest was not to far from the Pale City, then this meant it could still more or less receive the transmission the tower was broadcasting.

How do we know for sure it was?, well...In the Nest’s playroom, there was a drawing of a tall man wearing a hat, this drawing could have been of anyone, the Pretenders caretaker, their father, someone else she knew?...or maybe it was of someone she saw, not in person...but through the T.V.’s.

Was the drawing we saw in the playroom...a drawing of the Thin Man?...honestly who’s to say...then again... if Mono had already defeated the former resident of the black tower around this time(more here), and if he had truly been forced to repeat his loop a number of times long before meeting Six(more here and here), then maybe...just maybe...his all to familiar silhouette we all saw walking out of the T.V., back in Little Nightmares 2, may not have been just for our viewing pleasure, in other words... who’s to say his silhouette wasn’t broadcasted throughout all the T.V.’s each and every time he escaped the tower and/or traveled through the T.V.’s.

We know one of the Pretenders activities is watching the numerous T.V.’s in her T.V. room, but with all the T.V.’s in the Nest displaying the same static noise, who knows what more she saw through the screen....and who knows what more the transmission could have done by reaching out to places as far as the Nest.

Perhaps it wasn’t all to strange to find a single T.V. dangling from a pipe within that bizaar room of the Nest,...because what if it had to be a T.V. ... because unlike everything else in the Nest, it was a T.V which had the capability of appearing anywhere and everywhere... providing the transmission through its screen, trapping anyone who gazed upon it, including whomever resided in the room.

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But if the Nest was truly receiving the towers broadcast, then could it be the T.V. we saw in this secret room, simply appeared the moment it’s inhabitant decided to isolate themselves from the rest of the Nest?...maybe.

If the T.V. had truly appeared in the room and began to warp the inhabitants mind just as it had done to many others within the Pale City(and around the world) through the transmission, then one can only imagine the events which transpired as this person slowly, but surely, began to lose their sanity and their connection to reality, until finally... they became lost, fueled by whatever corrupt desire/base instinct they latched onto, evidently becoming another Viewer or Resident of “the eye entities” world, the only question is...what did they become in the end?

Residents of the world, like the Teacher, the Chefs, the Doctor, the Lady etc. may move about on whatever desire/base instinct that fuels them blindly throughout the world, but they are still able to function enough to not leave themselves trapped in a room, they can traverse throughout whatever building or location they are in. No, based on the various cracked eggs and dead pigeon, its almost as if there was a very sudden, and very major struggle.

Now, if the inhabitant of this secret room had truly been ensnared by the transmission, if they had instead become a Viewer, then... why weren't there any clothes or items left behind in the room? what am I talking about? well, we have always theorized the Viewers bodies were sucked into the T.V.’s, the only thing left of them were the clothes they once wore, in the exact spot they once stood.

However, there were no clothes in the secret room, so what could have happened to the inhabitant of the room if they became a Viewer?...unless...what if “the girl in the yellow raincoat” already gave us an answer.

When a Viewer is entranced by the transmission, they do not feel compelled to move away from the screen, they just stand there, hypnotized and pacified by the wonderful word it offers them, leaving their true surroundings to remain untouched and wither away. If anything dared interrupt their focus on the T.V.’s, they would face the Viewers wrath....but what would happen if there was nothing to watch? Every single T.V. seen throughout the Nest, does not display any form of content, its all just a bunch of staticky white noise...but that’s exactly it isn’t it...there was just nothing to watch, and if there was no content, then this would mean the transmission was struggling to broadcast to all the T.V.’s, which would essentially give way to the same situation surrounding the Viewers in the Pale City.

What am I talking about? well, in the Pale City, we discover many Viewers are able to act berserk if there is no functioning T.V. nearby. One Viewer who fell through the roof, smashed their head in the nearby T.V., however, this T.V. was not in power and did not provide the transmission to pacify the Viewer in order to prevent them from smashing their head through the screen.

The Viewers who pursued Mono in the grocery store, were discovered to no longer be pacified by the T.V.’s the moment the Thin Man was set free. We additionally discovered the Viewers in episode 5 of the Little Nightmares 2 comics, caught the Ghost child the moment the T.V. shut down (situation in episode 5 was similar, but a little different, more on that here).

What does this mean exactly? it means whomever resided in this room may have exhibited the same behaviors as the Viewers who chased Mono and attacked the ghost child once their T.V. failed to provide the transmission. The inhabitant of the room, may have gone berserk, lashing out at anything nearby, struggling to find some way out to search for another T.V. that could provide them the transmission once more, until finally...they found a way out...through the vent the “Girl in the yellow raincoat” discovered long after the room was finally left empty. Due to the location of the vent and the position of the vent cover being left leaning on the wall, its almost as if someone, some poor unfortunate child, had the misfortune of opening the vent and freeing whatever or whomever resided inside the room.

Is this why there was a dead pigeon and numerous broken eggs?. Had the pigeon made the unfortunate mistake of nesting in this room and disrupted the Viewer which resided inside, then the pigeon itself, along with its numerous eggs, would have suffered the wrath of the Viewer. The only egg to survive, would have been the one egg it incubated, the only egg which had the fortune of being nested under the T.V, providing it the advantage of remaining in a safer position as the Viewer focused its attention on the broadcast rather than the egg which laid silently below, ready to hatch at any moment, but ultimately facing the cruel fate of being born under a dangling T.V. hanging by its final thread.

Now, had this inhabitant(possibly Viewer), left through the same air duct the girl in the yellow raincoat found, then...where are they now? there were no clothes left in this room so they couldn’t have been sucked into the T.V., meaning they must have gone somewhere else. Then again, if this Viewer had truly escaped, then odds are...it could not have gone far the moment it encountered the Residents of the Nest. We have never seen a Resident and a Viewer interact, but perhaps an interaction such as this may not be so different to the Guests of the Maw and the Residents who cater to them. In the Maw, the Residents do not care for what happens to the lives of the Guests, their only purpose is to eat until it is time for them to be drained of their life force by the Lady of the Maw to sustain the Maw and keep it thriving, then use their bodies to feed to other Guests and help the Maw continue to grow.

Because the Pretender is as short tempered as she is, then one could only imagine what she could have done or what her staff could have done had they encountered the inhabitant of the room wandering the Nest. Nevertheless, we can be certain of one thing, no matter who they were or what they did, if they had truly managed to escape from the confines of their tiny room, their fate would have been anything but merciful...but hey!, its just a theory...a Little Nightmares 2 theory!

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