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manicpixiefelix · 1 month

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they stare at me (and i stare at you) {18+}

Felix Catton/CEO!Reader

AU of head, heart, hand. but you don't need to have read that to enjoy this.

Summary: In another life, ten-year-old Felix decides against straying from his parents at that function he was dragged along to on a boat, decides against taking a chance and befriending you there, and it changes everything.

Growing up in the shadow of your more than reluctant parents and desperate for affection, you look to find some common ground with them by investing yourself in the family business. Except as it turns out, your father, who'd been made CEO after your grandfather had passed, was more of a figurehead than a real businessman. He's happy to pass on responsibilities to you as time goes on as your growing interest and understanding of the company quickly surpassed his own. At fourteen you're attending board meetings in his place, at sixteen, you're running them, and at nineteen you're essentially acting CEO, about to start your first year at Oxford, if only to bolster your credentials, and yet it's still been years since your parents had been active participants in your life.

The unconventional environment in which you'd spent your teen years shaped you dramatically and violently into the kind of person who could command attention and respect from anyone or any room. There was no room in your life for being underestimated in any circumstance, not with so many people looking to undermine you, to tear you down, so you would never allow yourself to give them the chance. Work hard, party harder; for years you'd forced yourself to keep up with those around you despite your youth, and now it seemed to be second nature.

To the people who knew you professionally, you were a shark; beautiful, efficient, deadly. To the friends you find yourself making at Oxford, the people who can't even fathom the full extent of your world or what you're capable of because of it, they regard you like you're The Sun.

Except, of course, to the boy with a title and a castle and a lifetime of feeling like a display piece for his parents. The only other person who others offer in loving comparison to The Sun in his own right. Felix Catton knows a shark when he sees one, and hates feeling like the only one who does. Even his cousin- even his fucking sister turn out to be the type to be blinded by your light. You are objectively, unmistakably dazzling, and he's starting to really hate you for it.

Everyone around you tells him you're impossible not to love, but they say the same thing about him too. Maybe that's why, despite his best efforts, he still find himself drawn to you, pulled into your gravity, or perhaps you're pulled into his.

Binary stars, destined to crash into each other in one way or another; a supernova, a cataclysmic disaster, he's sure. However this ends, it will be beautiful and terrible, Felix thinks, just like you.

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly Non-Binary Reader. Enemies-With-Benefits, Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers.

Warnings: SMUT (AFAB!reader), psychosexual (and regular sexual) mind games, reader has sometimes dubious morals, recreational drug use, drinking, smoking, business discussions despite the writer being a theatre&literature major, questionable business ethics, discussions about transphobia in the workplace, discussions regarding reader's parental neglect, awful communication skills all around, Eddie's there.

Felix watches you on the dancefloor, watches the way you move along with the other bodies as they writhed around you, hands all over you. Like moths to a flame, they're drawn to you, looking at you like they're desperate for you to just meet their gaze. He sees the way you shift as your attention does, the subtle way you change yourself for each person you focus on. Soft or bold or teasing or pandering; you seemed to be able to figure out what exactly will entice whoever it is that is lucky enough to receive your attention on any given night.

Which perhaps is part of the reason Felix feels slighted by you; it's like you go out of your way to antagonise him instead. Its not that he's jealous, it's just that he's pretty sure you're doing it on purpose.

[ In Progress ]

you kept your gaze controlled

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enbyobeyme · 1 year

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A Date with Diavolo

This is an old piece of writing from my old blog! Enjoy! GN Reader.

Diavolo tends to be alone most of the time, not out of choice, but because of his status. Hanging out with a king isn’t anything casual. Not only will attention be on you all day, but the media will jump to any type of opportunity to publicly shame or invade the privacy of the person he was with.

You didn’t care. In general. You cared little about how others perceive you, only doing what made you happy. You weren’t formal with him or treated him like a big shot like everyone else (much to Barbatos’ and Lucifer’s distaste). “Ah, a human! Welcome to-” “Who the fuck are you?” “That is the future king of the Devildom!” “Okay cool, he’s no king of mine.”

Diavolo was completely taken aback by your ‘take no shit bad boy’ persona, but you ended up being just his type. You showed up to tea parties in your casual clothes, slouched, elbows on the table holding your head, grabbed the cup by the side, and slurped it down, not caring about the lecture from Lucifer.

You did what you wanted and Diavolo always watched in envy. You parkoured and climbed on top of the RAD building, you hitched several rides on garbage trucks just to get to a place faster, you dressed how you wanted, called people out, and took everything easy. You crawled through vents at school to get places faster and took trips through the underground labyrinth to avoid traffic and feed the rats who gave you gifts. You got into fights. You fascinated him.

He loved that boldness. It was your boldness that was the reason he stared into the mirror, debating how to dress. Casual? Cool? Formal? Youthful? You knew that he tended to be lonely, and asked about it, not giving him time to answer before saying “Hey I know a place, let’s hang out. Consider it a date if you want. Anyways, see ya.” Diavolo was frozen by how casual you are to not only ask out a Prince in such a way but also know that he would say yes.

He decided to go in his usual red jacket. He went over to the location you sent him. A cafe? He didn’t expect this from you. “Oh, there you are! Come on let’s get some coffee before I show you the spot!” Ah, he should have known. After ordering coffee, that you insisted on paying for, you held his arm with yours and led him into an alley as you talked both joked around.

You didn’t blink at all the burning stares you got, and the weird looks you got. Diavolo looked over at your calm face as you led him deeper. “Where are we going?” you smirked, “You’ll see.” Diavolo thought he knew the Devildom inside out, but not even he knew where you were going. You ended up cutting through the main road of stores and ended up at the very end of them. Smaller family businesses and restaurants tended to be on this side of town. He was amazed that you found these shortcuts so quickly within the year.

You pulled him into what seemed to be a mix between a gym and cafe where many devils went to hang out with friends. “This isn’t the place either, it’s actually inside here. Promise to keep a secret?” “What do you mean?” “There’s a lot of hidden places to explore if you can smell a front. I’ve seen lots of them, so come on. This can be our secret little hangout, okay?”

You went up to the counter. “Don’t worry he’s with me. Can I pass through?” The shopkeep opened the door to the counter, letting both of you through the back. Diavolo looked around at one seemed to be a full-on arena with a lot of sectioned off parts where people trained one-on-one. How did you even find this? You started to point out people and tell all types of stories. “Oh that Steve or as they call him The Right Arm, seriously if you ever need to refine your punches, his your man. His husband also makes the best tater-tots. He’s also does voice lessons. Great guys.”

After a bit more walking, you got to a different side of the store. Looking at the wall he noticed all the other patrons from the other side through the wall, a spell maybe? This side was a lot more rowdy and lively than the other side. This side of the cafe seemed more like a bar with many demons chatting, betting, wrestling, and wolfing down food. Diavolo looked around as you guided him to the counter, the server taken aback at being face-to-face with the future king.

“Heya, I’m here on a date, can I take my usual seat?” The server nodded and you took your seat at the far end of the counter, pulling out a stool for your little prince. Diavolo looked around in amazement, then up at the menu. “Ay MC!” called out one of the rowdy demons “Ain’t that the royal brat? He ain’t shutting this place down is he?” “Ay, no he isn’t and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to my date like that. Don’t mind him, Dia, he’s just protective of his friends here. He can play a mean banjo solo, I’ll tell you that.”

The evening was spent chatting with other patrons and enjoying the food before you slinked off with him again to check out some of the illegal wares. Well, ‘illegal’. It was mostly rarer items from the human world across many different cultures, including ‘poisons’ such as cashews and pufferfish. Diavolo knew he shouldn’t encourage these types of places, but there was no one getting hurt, nor was anything illegal actually happening, just his people wanting to try some human world food and understand their culture.

“Humans eat poison?” “Well yeah, famine was quite common in ye olden days. So all there was to eat was poison. And we tried to eat it over and over until we found a way to eat it. Weird, huh?” He looked at all the strange food. He needs to get some for Barbatos later. Diavolo turned back to look at you just to see you trying what seemed to be a black hoodie with little red horns. He felt heat rise to his cheeks as you stretched. He also started to look around the human clothing section, amazed at the absolute range of these lads. He admired the traditional mask of Onis, Devils, and Demons that humans made.

When he turned around after he felt your hand on his shoulder he jumped a little at the strange horse mask you were wearing, before letting out a hearty laugh. “Oh my god they have Hot Topic and Spirit Halloween stuff here, come on you have to check these out” You both tried on mask after mask, hat after ridiculous hat, not taking anything seriously at all. Dressing up as dumb abominations and mocking them. It felt nice.

It wasn’t soon where it was getting late, and you opened up a manhole in the corner of the store to take a shortcut through the labyrinth with him. You pulled out some leftovers (mainly pickles from Diavolo) that you left aside on purpose. Diavolo didn’t understand why you ordered an extra sandwich but quickly understood with the rats that soon came up to you. You held your hand out letting them hop on your shoulder.

Diavolo watched how soft you looked, offering parts of the sandwiches to them. At some point you leaned down, picking a big raccoon and treating it like a baby. How can you still look cute when you have a feral forbidden cat with hands in your arms? “This is Meatloaf, that’s Tater-Tot, this is Maurice, that one over there is Malakai: Devourer of Worlds…” Diavolo laughed and continued to listen to your introductions, even letting him name or rename some of the newer rats. He never thought that you could make such a dreary and unnerving place so welcoming. Especially when you say “Wait, wait, hold on bro, you don’t understand man, I HAVE to pet this squirrel, wait bro please-”

Once you came out of the manhole, you were pretty much in front of the palace. “See, you all bully me for using the manhole all the time, but it’s convenient!” You chuckled and pulled him up, leaning on him as you both walked to the palace. Maybe you should make one more stop?

"Hold on, the stars are coming out…” He didn’t want to leave either. You both walked into the gardens, sitting down on a bench. He looked at your face, staring up at the stars. “We don’t have many stars in the human realm cause of light pollution. I’m jealous.” “Is that so?” You nodded, looking over at him. “Hmm. Your eyes are very pretty. Like gold... So intense…” Diavolo felt himself blush at your comment and even more as you gazed at him lovingly.

Diavolo gazed at you, trying out an intense voice “My eyes are nothing compared to your beauty…” Diavolo felt a small smile creeping up to his lips. He didn’t feel too shy anymore. You laughed. “Oh my god, you are such a dork!” You snorted and laughed harder with him. Both breathless, letting out some deep breaths from the laughter.

You glanced at him, and he locked eyes with you. “Heh… Come here, Dia…” You cupped your hand on his cheek, holding his chin. You smiled at him and you pulled him for a surprisingly chaste kiss. It wasn’t enough. The second you tried to pull away, Diavolo deepened it, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You pulled away, “Tch.. my my, at least take me out to dinner first.” “We just had dinner.” “Touche”

You both chuckled, leaning into each other before you had to leave for the night. You pulled away and started to get up. “That time huh? Let’s do this again sometime.” Diavolo’s smile dropped a bit, he reached out, standing up and holding your hand. “Will you stay the night? I know it’s selfish but I don’t want to say goodbye yet.” How could you say no?

#obey me #obey me diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me diavolo #diavolo

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nasasluts · 2 months

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seeing people be surprised about the jjk game saying

gojo -> geto: trust

geto -> gojo: hostile

is very confusing to me. this was so obvious are u srs….. their final conversation literally makes it dead obvious. geto believed gojo hated him for leaving so he hated him in return. they never spoke for real after geto’s defect. he had no idea gojo didn’t blame him. (hated is strong wording but he definitely had bad feelings)

“yeah, unlike you, i’m a kind person.”

“trust huh? i didn’t think you still felt any connection to me”

gojo never blamed geto for his defection. he blamed himself, it’s glaringly obvious throughout the series. in the way he decided to become a teacher to give the students youth instead of being solitary soldiers. building the world geto wants in his own way. proving to himself that there was another way to accomplish geto’s wishes.

gojo made the world geto longed for. he saw how the way things were run crushed geto and broke him. he changed it, tries to make it better everyday for future sorcerers. geto was so moved by this he began to cry. it upsets me that they will never be able to discuss this.

he won’t curse geto even at the end because he truly doesn’t resent him. [i have a theory that he did attempt to curse geto with love, seeing as he views love as a curse. geto in the end didn’t resent him enough to stay as a curse, gojo accepted, let go and he passed on.] (in brackets bc there is no real proof to this, only subtext.)

he still considers geto his best friend. that never changed for him. for geto he refers to gojo in past tense not present tense

geto -> gojo: “he was my best friend”

gojo -> geto: “my best friend did. my one and only”

i can’t add anymore photos but more panels i would use is geto declaring war

gojo -> geto: “leaving? not on my watch.”

geto -> gojo: “don’t try it” and summons his curses.

gojo also doesn’t mention he knows geto is involved until someone else brings it up (ijichi and then he tells yaga)

ijichi -> gojo: “somebody cast another curtain on top of mine. … i accept full responsibility for this”

gojo -> ijichi: “no the enemy is too strong”

ijichi -> gojo: “do you know who’s behind this?”

gojo -> ijichi: “…”

yaga -> gojo: “we still can’t confirm geto’s involvement. maybe you’re just being paranoid.”

gojo -> yaga: “sorry principal, but i’m sure about this. there’s no way i would mistake his residuals.”

unnecessarily long thread to prove how easily it is to see that geto was hostile while gojo held trust.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk thoughts #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk satoru #jjk suguru #satoru suguru #geto gojo

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yannaryartside · 7 days

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ANALYSIS OF THE PORTRAYAL OF DEPRESSION THROUGH MICHAEL BEARZATTO

Why does this character mean so much to me as someone who was once suicidal

tw underneath: talks about self-arming/self-deprecating thoughts and substance abuse, particularly the last section that also will repeat the tw.

Disclaimer: This is about how I think Michael is one of the most helpful portrayals of depression I have seen and how I think it would have helped me, even though he died. The show is about healing from losing someone in this tragic way, but for me and my friends, the part that explores this character also means a lot.

A little about the importance of depiction of suicide and depression in media. You can skip this if it came from the character analysis; this is just to illustrate the characters that helped when I was going through it. See you at part 1.

When I was in my late teens, I entered a dark period in my life, with insomnia, depression, and memory lapses. It was primarily due to the emotional dread and trauma I got from having a narcissistic parent, being an autistic girl (not diagnosed back then), and the impending quarter-life crisis. I had no support group or emotional intelligence to deal with it all; I only got into therapy years before it all passed. That was until I met the girls that are, to this day, my two best friends, probably the only family I have ever known: V and E. V was going through a hardcore case of harassment in her school, and E had been neglected by her mother her whole life, only to definitely being abandoned by her recently at the time. We didn't know it by the time we met, but we would all hit the suicidal stages in our struggles with depression, even after we became friends.

We met in a Christian youth group we didn't want to be in. But in this space, we formed a friendship that will become our refuge from the world, our support, and the place to share our common interest in becoming writers. In the end, more than in the church we were attending, we found the courage to fight our demons in the pieces of fiction we were consuming. Because we could relate to those characters and their struggles. They seemed real to us. When I introduced them to the Bear last year, we discussed the things that the show got right when talking about Mickey.

Part 1: The portrayal of his loneliness

The inciting incident of the show is Michaeel's death. Still, there is a lot of discussion on how he was isolating himself long before that, and you could say the story of Carmy that we know today officially begins the day Michael cast him out of the restaurant. Which makes you think about why he did that.

Things that Michael was afraid of, that made him isolate himself:

For Carmy to see him act recklessly: now, we know Carmy saw Michael's explosive behavior before ("Fishes" and multiple family/staff anecdotes), but maybe he was starting to be afraid of not controlling his reactions or being aware of them. Was he having memory lapses? Was he afraid of losing his temper and hurting Carmy? The drugs could have dragged him to the point of not even recognizing himself.

Was Michael afraid of not being able to carry on the dream they had as kids? Was he buying on the idea that he was a failure and would never amount to anything good?

In addition to the previous reasons, I think Carmy's admiration was what he was the most afraid to lose. Most people have speculated that Carmy and Michael have an age difference of 10-12 years, and their father abandoned them, so Michael was the closest thing Carmy ever had to a father. This is one of the reasons Carmy idolized Miachel so much. Michael cannot even give Carmy a concrete answer in 'Fishes' about the restaurant's future and has emotional breakdowns afterward at the thought of disappointing him. It is even implied (by Richies look when Michael wraps himself in the blanket), that after that conversation, Michael may have consumed drugs. His behavior also becomes more erratic after this moment, losing track of stories he has told before and erupting in violence at the dinner table.

Part 2: The portrayal of hiding

Disclaimer: I can only speak of this thinking of my own family and the families of my friends who were depressed/suicidal like me.

Michael was already doing everything he could to hide his addiction, but I think Carmy was afraid of seeing the signs. Understandably so. People already mentioned that Michael was using, but Carmy never believed them. He was not thinking of Michael as his brother but as his parent. Because Michael was the only "parent" he could emotionally rely on. We can all have clouded vision by fear. Particularly if we are struggling and deeply emotionally wounded. There is no mention of someone else doing anything about it. Even his best friend, Richie, never confronted Michael about his addiction. Michael was the pillar of emotional security to everyone around him. They may even be afraid that confronting him will make things worse. God, after seeing "Fishes," I kinda understood why Michael didn't bring up anything to that environment; not only was everyone fucked up in their own way, but as Carmy said it "When you don't know what are you feeling, asking somebody else how they are feeling seems insane." I wonder how much Michael cared about his own feelings. That is something messed up to say, but is also true.

Part 3: The portrayal of Michael's responsibility.

Thoughts on the "what could have you done" scene. tw of suicidal thoughts particularly apply here.

I love that , when Richie said

"I wish I had done more," Carmy instantly replies 'What could you have done?"

It is essential to talk about suicide prevention while also understanding that nobody has control over your life or your life except yourself. A whole team of supporting, emotionally intelligent people may not have been enough to save Michael. The family is the environment when other genetic factors built it up, but nobody else pulled the trigger.

It is not like people cared more about their happiness than Michael's life; that is never the case. They all wanted to see, but no one is responsible for Mickey's death except himself. The thoughts of "what could I have done" to help him will just prolong a guilt that has no solution. When I was suicidal, I wouldn't have blamed anybody. There were people involved in my unhappiness, even aggressors, but I was the one who would have given up. Even Carmy tried to blame people for Michael’s death, Nat even blamed the restaurant.

I knew it was my responsibility to seek help or not. Finding ways to help my friends was difficult even if I knew them well and their situations. It is difficult to talk about, even if you want help. When my mom found out, years after the worst of it had passed, she would swear that she didn't see signs, but that is such a complicated topic. In the end, my friends and I just kept going. We all want to be the heroes of our own stories, but depending on the stories we tell ourselves, we may end our own chance to fight for ourselves.

Saying "they were afraid to see," is not the same as assigning blame, and I am sure the show will come to a point of having this conversation. It is probable that people tried to help Mickey or that he sought help himself at some point; it is very difficult to actually comprehend suicidal thoughts, more so if the person struggling with them is someone you love. Most of the people surrounding Mickey never would have imagined that he would die the way he did. Probably because that is the way Michael wanted it, even if he also wanted help, even if he dreamed about someone noticing. Because I dreamed of people noticing.

Part 4: The importance of a mirror

In the end, maybe he was more afraid of being found (ashamed, lost) than how much he wanted to be found (saved). He may have thought that all of his desperation/demons were more powerful than him. I once thought similarly, so I can relate to it. Adding the element of addiction makes it all more difficult. The show is about people dealing with the lost of Mickey, but this character made me revise a part of myself that I once wanted to keep in the past, afraid of looking at that darkness, which will prevent me from healing from it, even if the desperate thoughts that once made me suicidal are lone gone. Moreover I think Storer has chosen to show us so much flashbacks of Michael so we also can see the elements that broke him, in the context of knowing his tragic ending.

We get to know of much he meant to people, how much he shaped Carmy for better or worse. I was particularly touched by the fact that even when Nat found love in Pete and Carmy found purpose in cooking, Michael was likely never able to find fulfillment, or worse, if he ever found things that made him happy, he left them behind to keep the restaurant out of family responsibility, he may have thought that was the only thing valuable about himself.

We don’t know what things pushed him to the edge, but we know, as people that value the lives of our loved ones, that those things were based on lies, the lies he had learned about himself. The show made an effort of showing us those lies, the “you are not worth anything” and “you have no future” statements, the implied abuse, the addiction, the beliefs that all those lies could overpower him. We can see the good person that was hidden under that pile shit. The love he felt, the dreams he had. We get to imagine the future he could have.

We know, has people that have dreams of their own, that can feel love for this fictional character and can relate to him in some way, or just out of simple empathy, we wanted him to live too.

That is the most helpful way to depict suicide/depression, at least is the type of portrayal that has helped me the most. Don’t paint over it with thoughts and prayers, let me see it, in someone else struggling with it, I can see clues of the lies I once believed too, let me put myself in the shoes of this person that may be as broken as I am, and because I see the good and value in him, I can start to see the value and good of myself that my depression was forcing me to ignore.

I don’t know how a person that is currently going through depression will think of Mickey, but I think it at least will validate the things that break us in the context of what came to break him. Even if he died, because we wanted him to live, it may give us courage to fight our own demos.

About the future of Carmy.

There is abuse, addiction, emotional neglect, and many other things that caused the trauma they all carry in different ways, but since Carmy is probably gonna struggle with depression, self-deprecating, and even suicidal thoughts next season, I wonder if the characters are gonna reflect more on the ways they can support him, instead of latching to their damaging ways of thinking, that have hurt them all. This show is about healing, so I am happy to think Carmy will find solace in his support system.

Edit: I edited this post, changing actually the whole approach, because I wanted to choose my words carefully, maybe provide other writers on why characters like this are important. Thank you for reading.

#i don't talk about this topic much on the internet so i will tag this as responsibly as i can please let me know if i am missing something #healing from abuse #michael #michael berzatto #the bear #carmy berzatto #the bear fx #the bear meta #carmen berzatto #carmy the bear #richie #richie jerimovich #I really do not want this on the self harm tag on tumbrl I hate it so much so I am just happy with the people of this fandom reading it #healing from depression

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spitdrunken · 1 year

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notes: incest, yandere, implied noncon, frequently referenced past character death

After losing one, Rollo Flamme clings twice as hard to you. After all, you are the only sibling he has left.

During your youth, the people in the City of Flowers uttered about you and Rollo’s existences in the same breath: the Flamme siblings. There could even have been those who didn’t know either of your names, but they didn’t need to. Where one went, the other did, often hand in hand. Unlike most siblings, rarely, if ever, fought. At a young age, the light of innocence had dimmed from your eyes, and you simply didn’t feel the need to hold petty arguments. Even if there were disagreements, Rollo was always quick to fold to most of your desires.

You and Rollo never spoke about your younger brother’s passing. Still, it sunk its claws into each and every one of your interactions. Before he was gone, Rollo hadn’t insisted you played with him, instead of your friends. Before he was gone, Rollo hadn’t convinced the teachers to let you play outside at the same time, despite being a year below him. (But they all knew of your situation, and how both of you had to redo a grade already because of it, easily giving in.)

Before he was gone, he had let you go out on your own.

After a while, it wasn’t like you wanted to either. You knew what would happen. You’d ran off with a friend without telling him, knowing that his sullen look and glares would scare them off, and were pulled from their company by frantic yelling ringing throughout the streets. He’d been crying, wailing, even, trembling all over, eyes somehow looking straight at you and through you all at once. He’d bonked his forehead against yours, hands grabbing at your arms and squeezing them as if to make sure you’re really there. He hadn’t let go for minutes. When he called you his brother’s name, he corrected himself.

As he got slightly older, Rollo’s grip on your life got tighter. He cleaned up after you, made your meals, readied your bag, and wrote detailed schedules about your every day activities. He cried a lot less. It had turned to anger. (Still, sometimes, you would find him crawling into your bed in the middle of the night with your brother’s name fresh on his tongue.) He would whisper and mutter to you, often in public, like sharing a constant secret, about how filthy magic was. How he knew you agreed, but neither of you could tell anyone. They wouldn’t understand, but one day they would. For now, you could only trust him, in this entire city.

Then, Rollo developed his own magic. A flicker of fire on the top of his finger had reduced him to the much smaller child you’d once known him as, panic seizing him by his throat clear as day. He made you promise not to tell your parents yet. It was a curse. Maybe if he didn’t do anything with this, it would all turn out fine. He could pretend.

But not forever. When the day came that Rollo was sent off to a middle school that would help him cultivate his magic, you’d protested more than him, but you were sure he didn’t want to go either. You’d given him a special handkerchief as a silly parting gift. You were forced to become more independent, and Rollo didn’t like this very much, but could do little about it. You started living in different worlds. When he wasn’t studying or attending classes, Rollo was worrying about you. In his eyes, you were sweet and pure enough that any mage may whisk in and tempt you, as they were so fond of doing. He had to protect you. He already failed once. He’d rather assume the whole world was against you, and keep you with him, rather than see you fall.

You became an adult while he was Student Council President, and thus had definitively passed the age during which one could develop magic. An incredible burden was lifted off of Rollo’s shoulders. Out of all of them, there could have been one left untainted, pure. Of course it was you. This one relief still does not weigh up against the dreading chasm that’s opening between the two of you, that has been stretching wider year by year. You’re nowhere near as close as you used to. He thinks of how to remedy this, filling his diary with paragraph upon paragraph.

Eventually, Rollo comes to a realization, as in one of your little letters you mention the budding feelings for another. He doesn’t want to hand you over to anyone else. Romantic relationships often end up the most central in people’s life, right? That seems to be the case, from what he’s heard and the novels he’s read. He’ll be that for you. He’ll fulfill each and every one of your needs, so your whole life, you won’t need anyone else but him. (He knows how vile and putrid this is, or, rather, that that’s what people think of it. That it is the peak of filth, and a practice that has been condemned all throughout history. But he’s not hurting anyone, especially not you, with this. He has nothing but good intentions. He is the exception.)

When he presses an open mouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue tracing the outside of your mouth like he thinks it’s supposed to be done, Rollo knows he’s not the villain here. Even though your hands twitch and wriggle as he pins your wrists to the wall, and your face is scrunched up with utter disgust. This is not his own selfish desires bubbling to the surface after years of being suppressed, not a simmering obsession born when you allowed him to latch onto you during the darkest moments of his life. This is not bad. He’s not bad. It’s not him. It’s not him. It’s not him. It’s not him. It’s not him.

Rollo feels tears on his face. He’s not sure whether they’re yours, or his.

#Rollo flamm x reader #rollo flamme x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere #yandere rollo flamm x reader #cw.incest #cw.yandere #cw.noncon #back on my nonsense

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springfaekohaku · 4 months

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Fics that I’m dying to write:

Steve In The Upside Down (so many variations)

Steve getting shot by Nancy in S1 (might also connect to Steve being dragged into the Upside Down) How Will that turn out? What are the consequences? How does this affect everyone? It was only supposed to be a warning shot…

Steve befriending a Demodog. It somehow disconnected from the Hivemind or was created as defect, hence the other monsters turn on it. But Steve saves it and in turn they both bond.

Steve has Powers (I’m already writing and continuing my first fic. But I want more different powers for him)

Steve’s powers being more physical and more practical. Maybe even adaptable and willing to change. Especially under pressure. Kinda like how El can fight off 001 in their minds and Steve can finish him off by destroying his physical body too.

Richard Harrington and Steve both flee to escape the abuse from Richard’s wife, Steve’s Mother and find themselves at Forest Hills Trailer Park. Before S1 maybe?? Eddie and Wayne notice their new neighbours and their story starts from there.

Hannibal Inspired fic but I’ve never seen the show. Only like, the premise and insane amount of Hannigram. Except, Henry/001/Vecna was stolen, taken under Brenner, a mad-man who believes that Cannibalism is the key to knowing all and the human condition. 001 was passed the torch to continue Brenner’s experiments and quest. So, he tries to find his first victim. First it was El, but then she escaped. His first attempt and failure, but he succeeds with capturing Steve. But then no matter how hard he tries, Steve never breaks, so he sets out to find a more younger impressionable youth; enter Will Byers. Steve stays and tries to keep Will alive and sane. Will they escape? Will they be brainwashed like how Brenner did to Henry? Will El find others to help them escape? Will they actually find the key from consuming human flesh? Is that Jason fucking Carver and why does he have Chrissy Cunningham and Eddie Munson tied up? Steve feels like everything is going to shit. Now he has more people to save before they become the next main course. Hehehehehe—

Steve actually being Dmitri’s son. Steve was taken as a baby and sent across to the USA, Dmitri hoping to give him a better shot at life rather than to stay in Russia. Can you imagine in S4 when Dmitri follows Hopper back to Hawkins that he’s reunified with his son?

Everyone besides Steve is a Vampire and Steve is the last werewolf. Humans have hunted down Werewolves for centuries and the numbers have dwindled down severely, right down to almost extinction. Vampires are more adaptable and find it easy to survive in plain sight. The Party and everyone in their Coven have found sanctuary in Hawkins and for years, things have been normal. But then a new scent and sunshine of a boy comes along with it (after S1) — but his timing is seemingly the worst because now he’s facing off Demodogs as a giant wolf and no one knows who he truly is unless he shifted back as a human. In S1, he missed out on the excitement but he got to know and become close to everyone. But then in S2, he is faced with the existence of The Upside Down and vein revealed that his friends and found-family are in fact Vampires. Oh and Vecna is a boomer elder-vampire. Everyone in The Party does not know ANYTHING about Werewolves and so, they learn a lot from Steve when they finally know about him and vice versa. ;))

Another Werewolf Steve AU but this time, he’s hurt, while hunting in his wolf form, he was caught in a bear trap and found by Wayne. Inspired by How To Train Your Dragon scene, Wayne was about to mercifully kill the wolf, but looked into his eyes and saw himself. So he instead took it upon himself and take the wolf back and nurse it back to health. Eddie of course has no idea what his Uncle is hiding until he finds out and freaks out. But finds himself enamoured by the wolf too. Steve is so fucked because he needs to shift back soon, his body itches and the need to be human again nawed at his entire being.

Kali introduces the Punk Culture to Steve. They have a sibling pond and Steve loves his new self. Kali dyes his hair, shaves it a little on the side/s and helps picks out clothes and everything. The whole gang also educated him of the history, iconic figures and music. Just, Punk Steve means a lot to me. You can also imagine him and El bonding about it too. “Bitching.” Eddie is head over heels. Wait, is that a bloody hanky in his pants right back pocket?

I will expand on these later and separately. But these fic ideas have been in my brain and I can’t write them out because I already have two fics to focus on. So ah, thank you for letting me get this off my mind and into the world. 💜🪻

#steddie #stranger things #my fics #fics #fanfic #fanfics #writing #writers on tumblr #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #writing prompts #story ideas

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frequent-demisexual-distress · 1 year

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Leech Twins x Small Shark! reader: First Kiss

I know i keep writing from this same specific angle but I've got the creative juices so don't judge

Again written in one sitting on my phone and not proofread, so if there's a ton of mistakes, my bad

It was strange for the three of you, in the beginning - this unique throupling you found yourself in was unlike anything any of you had experienced before.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, of the three of you, Floyd was the one with the most dating experience, if you could call brief playground or middle school romances "experience." These, though, were mostly consisting of Floyd flustering the momentary object of his affection til he grew bored, or if they rejected him for his behavior- not totally unreservedly, mind you, but still, it left a sour taste in his mouth. He had given up on genuinely pursuing anyone, happy enough to flirt or tease in the moment with whoever kept his attention; that is, until you arrived, and the passing interest he was so familiar with just would not seem to pass.

Jade, though, had almost always simply been uninterested. He wouldn't admit it for the longest time, but he was a fiercely protective sibling in their youth (if masked well). He felt it his responsibility to protect Floyd from the less than desirable people whom his brother pursued, making him feel quite disenchanted with the idea of romance, and often the only attraction Jade would experience was physical, and in passing. As they grew older and the internal need to protect Floyd lessened (respecting his brother's autonomy), he came to feel that he might simply be aromantic. He knew that at times he was curious about romantic love, but had decided that it just wasn't for him - he was content with just his brother, his studies, and his work for a time. However, like his brother, something shifted when you came along, and over time, he felt his small spark of interest in you evolve from the typical physical but platonic interest into something totally unfamiliar for him: real romantic desire.

Being twins, the boys could tell that the other was feeling something new - that their brother was preoccupied, and both knew that the only common factor was the new student whom they had recently become friends with after Azul had recruited them. Ultimately, though, it wasn't either of them who immediately caught on to the exact nature of the situation.

Azul called them in tp his VIP room one night as the cafe was closing down for the night, and they took notice that he had invited you as well, and you sat on one of the couches, looking tired but happily surprised when they arrived. "Hey Floyd, Jade!" You greet, smiling before raising a hand to one side of your mouth and half-whispering in a jovial tone, "Think he's finally going to give me the boot?"

Floyd snickered and ruffles your hair, "Nahh, don't worry Y/N - he likes having a pretty face around to butter up the newbies. Besides, I'd get so bored without you~!"

Jade chuckles and nods, "Yes, it would be a lapse in judgement, to be sure - Azul's investments are always well calculated. Speaking of?" He turned to Azul, who had risen to a standing position behind his desk.

Azul nodded. "I do take great care in my decision making, Y/N; you don't need to worry about that," he begins, offering a half smile your way before turning back to the twins. He put on a slightly stern face, crossed his arms, and spoke frankly, "I've noticed something strange lately. You both seem.. distant, and you're not communicating as well as you usually do."

At this, Jade's smile falters for a moment; since when was their friend so observant of their behaviors? And did he really care so much for their well-being? He did, of course, notice the shift in behavior of his employer after the Overblot incident, though that was often instigated specifically by Yuu's interference (not that he was complaining). Maybe he hadn't given Azul enough credit.

Floyd tilted his head, still steadily grinning. Inside, he could feel his body debating whether it would go on the offensive, brushing it off and making any excuse to get out of there, covering it with "crazy" behavior - or, he wondered, if he'd go on the defensive, shutting down and slipping into one of his moods. However, when Azul mentioned how his communication with his brother had changed, he just froze up. Even emotionally dense Azul had noticed? He was genuinely surprised, and didn't know where this was going.

"I only bring it up because, with the holidays fast-approaching, business will be dipping lower and lower," Azul continues, now beginning to look unsure and somewhat flustered, glancing to you for reassurance. You give him a smile and thumbs up, nodding for him to continue. He steadies himself, although still looking embarrassed, "So, Y/N and I came to the conclusion that, for your sakes, you need some time off to relax. We will have it covered -"

You interrupt him with a loud forced cough and an expectant look, as if to chastise him.

"And take some time off for ourselves as well," he self-corrects with a sigh.

"The three of you work way too hard," you finally chime in, standing up from your seat on the couch. You point to Azul and furrow your brows, speaking with authority but no malice, "You especially! You will relax this week, and you will ask Yuu on a date!"

Azul's face goes red immediately and he begins to grumble denials, fighting a small smile; you, meanwhile, turn back to Floyd and Jade. "And you guys are brothers - you're so close! I know how stressful the end of the semester has been, so take this time to spend some time together and to relax.. it hurts to see you not talking like you usually do," you speak softly now, looking from one pair of heterochromic eyes to the other, hoping your sincerity would carry through.

With a twist on your heel, you pat Azul on the shoulder bracingly, wishing him luck because you told Yuu to meet him here tonight and they should be arriving any minute. As he begins to spiral into a mild panic, you usher the boys out with you - though it is difficult because at this point Floyd is near cry-laughing and Jade was still contemplating your words (and fighting off the flush threatening to rise to his cheeks from your prolonged eye-contact).

As you make it out into the hallway with them, you turn to look at them. "I am serious, though.. Floyd, Jade, as a favor to me, please talk to each other? If there's anything I can do to help, I'm just down the hall," you say, reaching out to gently place a hand on each of their upper arms. You ignore the intrusive thoughts at the contact, though the faint heat in your cheeks is easier to ignore.

Jade nods, thanking you, and Floyd laughs lightly at how cute you are, giving you a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground. As he drops you, you bid them goodnight, and surprise Jade with a side hug as well before making your way to your room. You turn and call back as you walk, "Goodnight, boys - and if you want, we can hang out over the break!"

When you disappear from sight, the twins stares linger for a moment. Both have pink cheeks, Floyd smiling lazily and Jade gingerly touching his arm where you'd touched him. Finally, they look at one another, and in an instant they know that what has been plaguing them has too affected their sibling. "I think we should talk," both say aloud, glancing back to where you'd walked away.

As you closed the door to your bedroom, the adrenaline finally began to drain. You cursed at yourself, smile finally starting to fade but face remaining hot. "I can't keep this up," you mutter to yourself, kicking off your shoes and approaching your terrarium.

Kneeling down and peering inside, you smile half-heartedly at your two frogs. "What do you think, girls? I'm crazy, huh?" You sigh, watching them. They take notice of you, and one hops closer, almost eager to see you,, while the other gives you a glance but otherwise doesn't move.

You pull a container of mealworms from your mini-fridge, stationed conveniently below them, and pull one out at a time with tweezers, offering each amphibian a treat. "Its just.. They’re certainly handsome, but its not just that. Floyd makes me laugh, but he's also got so complex a mind," you begin rambling, petting the more excitable frog's head as she munched.

Offering another worm to the more cool frog, you continue, "And Jade is simultaneously a gentleman and so unhinged - I mean that affectionately." If this frog had an eyebrow, you're sure she'd have raised it at you. "It's like, he's got such warmth and passion under that cold exterior."

You offer her a pat before putting the worms away and sighing, standing up. "I know its strange - two crushes, and on twin brothers at that? It sounds so much like the premise to a bad erotica the more I try to rationalize it," you shake your head and go to turn off your light. As you do, you make sure to turn on your ambient lights, smallband strung along the ceiling, offering a more gentle light.

You finally lay down, glancing at your phone once in hopes that maybe.. no, nothing new. You sigh and wish your frogs goodnight before slipping into turbulent sleep.

The next day, with the cafe being closed and Azul busying himself with a "not" date with the Ramshackle prefect, you found yourself wandering the halls of Octavinelle with little else to do. You notice that someone had left the door open to the stairwell leading to the aquarium lining the hallway, and you figure that you may as well enjoy it.

You climb up and into the small chamber that allows students to enter the water, and see two uniforms resting on the ground next to the drop-off - one is folded neatly, shoes placed to it's side, and the other is a pile, shoes scattered around the platform. You smile, having a sneaking suspicion of who it would be.

You disrobe to the appropriate extent (pretty much leaving only your undergarments, as it wasn't very comfortable to transform with so many layers - and while seasoned merfolk students may be used to that out of necessity, you weren't, and the boys clearly missed the freedom as well).

You sit on the edge of the drop-off before sliding down and into the water. The familiar, faint sting of salt-water is refreshing, slipping through your gills as easily as air. You take a moment to glance at yourself; you missed being able to move so fluidly, flicking your tail instinctively as if to emphasize that. Your thoughts are interrupted, though, on hearing voices not far away, seeming to come from behind a large coral formation not far off.

Swimming over and peeking around, you see the twins, Floyd having just scattered a school of small fish, baring his teeth and laughing, and Jade leaning in close and observing an anemone as it protected a small clownfish family.

He’s the first to notice you, raising his brows in surprise for only a moment, before smiling and greeting you, "Ah, hello Y/N. I didn't realize you would be swimming today as well - we would have waited for you, had we known."

Floyd immediately pops up and turns in your direction, happily surprised and not bothering to find it. He grins, calling your name and swimming over, crashing into you and hugging you (with his arms and his tail).

You hug him back carefully, very aware where his fins were at all times (they tended to be sensitive), and take a moment to admire their forms. You'd seen them once or twice before, but their beauty still impressed you. Little did you know, but they were thinking exactly the same thing.

"I was a little worried, I never got my usual good morning text," you say, grinning and using a mock accusatory tone, looking back at Jade as you gently pet Floyd's hair.

His brows furrow for a moment, and he exhales. "I apologize, Y/N; we had a long discussion last night and I overslept, and apparently forgot an integral part of my routine," he explains, and your cheeks get warm at the lack of sarcasm in his statement.

Floyd loosens his grip on you, suddenly looking surprised. "Crap, we usually have breakfast together too, huh? Were you too lonely without us?" He asks, half-smiling, but something in his tone made you wonder if he was regretful, and it made your stomach flip.

You shake your head and chuckle, pushing him off of you gently. "Don't worry, I'm just fine - I was more worried about you guys! But, you did talk? Is everything okay, now?" You ask, eyes wide and evidently quite hopeful based on Jade's warm chuckle and slight ease in posture and the way Floyd's grin widened.

"Well, things will be okay with us for sure - but we got something to ask you, and it might be.. er, Jade?" Floyd starts with gusto, but his confidence fizzles out slightly and he turns to his brother.

Thats not like him, you muse to yourself,, your brows furrowing as you glance between them. You're starting to worry when you glance at Jade, who glares at his brother for a moment before speaking up.

"Y/N," he begins, making his expression more neutral and swimming up to you, gently taking one of your hands in both of his, "We realized that there was something bothering us. Something about you."

You frown, eyes beginning to prickle. What had you done? Were you too much? They had become your closest confidants, your best friends; even if your crush on them had never gone away, you would have been okay with them in your life - are they leaving?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Floyd grabs your other hand with one of his and your chin with his other. He makes you look him in the eye, offering a reassuring smile. "Hey," he speaks with a surprisingly genuine tone, "don't worry."

"We came to find that we had both.. developed feelings for you," Jade continued, clearly struggling slightly to articulate just how he felt.

"Its true, and we don't want to make you upset but we just.. we might need some time to get over it!" Floyd jumps in, grinning awkwardly.

They're silent for a moment and you just blink for a moment, stunned. Your cheeks get hot and you gently move their hands away from you. Closing your eyes, you exhale a shaky breath, before looking at the two of them and speaking up.

"So, what you're saying is, you both like me?"

They nod meekly.

"And you're asking for space because you need time to get over it?"

They nod again.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "...I guess I owe you two the truth then, too," you mumble, face red and looking anywhere but in their eyes. "I.. I like you both, too."

They blink at you, then look at each other. They exchange expressions and ultimately nod simultaneously before looking back at you. Sometimes you think they can communicate telepathically.

"If thats true.." Jade begins, slow and apprehensive bur clearly determined.

"-Y/N, be our partner!" Floyd finishes, now appearing eager and relieved.

You just observe them for a moment, a smile creeping up on your lips. You knew them too well, they wouldn't joke about something like that, not with you. You don't speak, and instead grab them both by a wrist and pull them close to you, one at a time, for a quick kiss on the cheek.

With that, you grin at their very different but both very flabbergasted expressions before starting to swim away. You stop as they start to call out after you.

"Is that a yes?" You hear Floyd's excitement in his voice, grinning ear to ear and still touching his cheek. Poor Jade is still just staring at you, shocked expression and touching where you kissed him.

You grin and wink at them before responding, "It's a yes, but if either of you want the first real kiss, you'll have to catch me!"

You need to get some of the adrenaline of the past few minutes out, and you know good and well that the twins would find this amusing, if nothing else; so, you take off - and, of course, the boys (after sharing a glance) are both zipping after you through the water, laughing and determined to be the first.

Ultimately, although they both caught you first, Floyd from behind and Jade having outflanked you in front, you wanted to be sure that there wouldn't be an imbalance later on, especially not over something so small. So, you kissed them both with a hand over their eyes, so that neither could know who was the first. It may have been silly, but the way they smiled was so worth it.

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pollenallergie · 6 months

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I miss billy so let’s remember his presence

He gets his haircut for the first time and he apologizes for the mess of hair on the ground and offers to sweep it up

He knows what it’s like to be on the streets so he’ll spare any pocket change he has

He hopes one day he’ll be well enough to talk to troubles teens and young adults about mental health and stability

Always saves the last slice of mushroom pizza for you

You taught him patience and he taught you kindness -♌️

awwww the image of like a five- or six-year-old billy getting his hair cut for the first time since his mum passed (and like it’s been a couple years since she passed… so his hair is very long and he has absolutely no memory of what getting his hair cut is like because, the last time he got it cut, he was just for the memory to properly form and remain in his lovely mind) and like just being sooo apologetic about the fact that his lovely blonde (he was a blonde at that age, but his hair got darker as he got older) hair was all over the floor. he offers to sweep it up and the barber just melts because what six year old does that??? what kid just offers to sweep the floor because they feel so guilty about the mess that they didn’t even make (it’s not like he cut his own hair!)?? from then on, billy got free haircuts from that barber. even now, as a fully grown adult, that barber still offers to give billy a free haircut whenever he visits Woolstone (the village he grew up in).

and yesssss he’s so charitable and generous!!! he’d give someone in need the shirt off his back at a moments notice, all they’d need to do is ask. he visits the friends he made while he was homeless (all of various ages, some as old as 80, some as young as 19) at the local shelters, halfway houses, and even at their own places, for the lucky ones who’ve miraculously managed to get out of homelessness like he did. he checks in on them often, asking if they have enough food, if they need a place to sleep, making sure they’re in good health, etc. he knows just how to check in on them without raising up any of their walls (instead of asking if they have food at home, he simply asks if they’d like to come over for dinner that night whenever he sees them, claiming that he’ll have heaps of extra food because he doesn’t know how to cook for only two people - granted, that’s not a total lie - and, when they except, he’s sure to send them home with more than just the leftover dinner from that night… he sends them home with any food in the pantry that you two were willing to part with - you keep an abundance of canned food stocked in there for that very reason -, with extra toiletries that he just so happened to have lying around your flat - again, you two keep that kind of thing in abundance for this very reason -, anything and everything they could possibly need).

and awww he would be so good at working with like troubled youth!! he’d be so patient and compassionate and accepting and supportive and kind. and he’d talk to them like they’re his equals (because in his eyes, they are… he’s been in their shoes before… he knows what it’s like… he doesn’t at all see himself as better off or more superior than them, just as someone who has learned to better care for themself through over two decades of agonizing trial and error). all the kids at the local rec/community centre would adore billy.

maybe the two of you would even foster some of the kids from his work? the ones that seem to have the hardest time finding a safe place to land. the ones that need the most help. the ones no one else will reach out to. the ones everyone thinks are doomed to spend their adulthoods either behind bars or on the streets. billy gives those kids a second chance, a third chance, as many chances as it takes because he knows that they just need to know that someone, at least one person, isn’t going to give up on them.

and of course he saves the last slice of pizza for you!! like you said, he’s generous! if he’s making himself something to eat, he makes some for you too by default just in case you might want any. if he’s snuggled up under a blanket on the sofa and you plop down next to him, he’s quick to wrap the blanket around you too. billy loves to share things with you, so anything that’s his is yours too (much like anything that’s yours is his too… because well… to love is to share and you love billy a whole damn lot).

billy’s the sweetest man <3

thank you for sharing these headcanons!! i love the way you see billy/write for him!

#ask and i shall reply #billy knight x reader #billy knight strike #billy knight #lovely anons <3 #♌️ anon <3

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2oosterr · 2 months

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orcaprice sfw alphabet | wc: 3.5k

john price x ryan 'orca' murdoch

this was,,,, a lot lol. i keep trying to write little things for them but they always turn into 4k fics LMAO 😫😫 i just can't help myself........... anyway behold mama y papa <3

Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

orca isn't a very affectionate person to begin with, but she still prefers to keep things behind closed doors. she'll deny it to hell and back, but pretty much any kind of physical affection gets her very flustered very easily. she prefers to give price the affection she desires in subtler gestures, like linking her pinky with price's, or sitting close enough that their legs touch.

price is a more physical lover, he pulls orca into hugs and kisses her just to see her turn red, but he'll respect her wishes to keep most affection private. he shows his love for her in other ways that he knows she appreciates, like bringing her coffee in the mornings, or sitting down just to spend time with her.

Best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

orca is a difficult person to get along with. there's no way to manufacture a friendship with her; if she can tell you're intentionally trying to get on her good side – for example, by saying the 'right' things or forcing aspects of your personality – anything you try will have the exact opposite effect. earning her favour has to occur naturally, and by god she does not make it easy lol. but if you manage to somehow get past the walls around her heart, orca is a fiercely loyal person who is willing to do just about anything for the small circle she calls friends.

price is easier to become friends with, he's more willing to trust and more open to new people. despite this, it also takes a while for him to really consider someone a friend, and, unlike orca, for him there's a difference between trusting someone and being friends with them.

Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

orca loves to cuddle. she would never admit it, and she would deny it if anyone brought it up, but she would kill for a good cuddle – and price just so happens to be the best cuddler of all time, so it works out perfectly.

price loves physical affection, so he would never turn away an opportunity to have orca in his arms. laying wrapped up in each other, with no disturbances from the outside world – it's the best way to spend their free time together.

Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

the idea of settling down has never been a possibility for orca. the life of a soldier is all she's ever known, the structure, stability, and sense of purpose this job brings her helps her to function and without that, she'd be lost. maybe one day, a lot later down the line, she might pass the mantle to someone else, but she would never be able to completely leave the company behind.

she didn’t have a normal childhood, and has been a soldier for basically all her life, so she never properly learned how to do a lot of domestic stuff like cooking. she tries her best, but she's just not good at it lol.

price, on the other hand, was very close with his mum growing, and learned how to maintain a home from a young age. despite joining the army as soon as he was legally able to, he still had a more normal youth compared to orca. he does most (all) of the cooking between them, and orca is content with simply watching him work. same as orca, settling down, or retiring, has also never been in the cards for him. his work is far too ingrained into who he is for him to be able to leave it behind.

Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

in person. orca's never been afraid of other people's reactions, and that extends to breakups. that being said, she wouldn't get into a relationship with someone she didn't intend on spending her life with. the vulnerability, and with how long it takes her to open up to people, means that she takes her relationships – both platonic and romantic – incredibly seriously.

price would rather end things in person. to him, it's more respectful, and it's easier to communicate face to face rather than through a screen. he's had relationships in the past, and he always tried to end things as amicably as possible, for the sake of himself and his partners.

Fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

initially, the idea of commitment scared orca. she's been independent all her life, and never even considered marriage until she met price, so being held to that standard was just never appealing to her. when they eventually began their relationship, it surprised her how quickly she was thinking about being married and committed to him – which, in turn, scared her even more, since she'd never felt this way before.

price never thought he'd ever get married. a combination of his upbringing – watching his parents' marriage fall apart, and vowing to never become his father – and his job, of course, lead him to make peace with the fact that it wasn't going to happen for him.

from the moment he realised he was in love with orca, he knew she was the one. it took a long time to get there, to get past her walls, but once they finally reached a comfortable point in their relationship, the thought appeared in his mind like it had been there all along.

Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

orca is not gentle in the slightest. she's mean and blunt, and she cares very little for how her words and actions affect others – though her attitude does change once she becomes closer with people. she still couldn't be considered nice, but she does make an effort to treat the people she cares about with more respect than average and a slightly kinder touch.

price is incredibly gentle. he knows his own strength, and he's well aware that he's a big man, so he's always conscious of how he's treating others. he very rarely shouts, he chooses his words carefully, and when he is physical with people, he knows where to draw the line.

Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

same as cuddling, orca loves hugs. it's embarrassing, and she'd rather die than admit it, but there's nothing she craves more than an overly long bear hug; and price, of course, is more than happy to oblige. she might squeeze just a little too tight, and it may feel slightly clunky, but it's the thought that counts.

I love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

it takes orca a long, long time to get to the point where she feels comfortable enough to tell price she loves him. she's always struggled with trusting new people, and it usually takes years for her to properly warm up to them, for fear of rejection or judgement. she'd never had a real relationship before price because of her trust issues, so despite knowing she loves him, she still finds it difficult to say it out loud.

price tells her the first moment he realises it. it's spur of the moment, and he tells her he doesn't expect her to say it back, but he needed her to know. life is short, and with their line of work he knows that any day could be their last, so he'd rather not waste time hiding his true feelings.

Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

orca isn’t one to get jealous. she gets annoyed very easily, but actual jealousy is rare for her. she’s a naturally confident person, and it takes a lot to shake that – but if she were to ever get jealous, it would be over her looks. she doesn’t see herself as an attractive person, and if someone she believes is more attractive than her gets close to price, she could definitely react badly.

it would take a lot of self control, but orca wouldn’t lash out in anger over her jealousy. logically, she knows its irrational to get jealous over something so shallow, she knows price isn’t like that, but that though still doesn’t make her feel any better. she’d prefer to isolate herself until she can get over it so she doesn’t risk hurting price.

price is also extremely secure in their relationship because he’s well aware of how difficult it is to get close to orca. basically, he knows he doesn’t have any competition lol. sometimes though, he does feel the tiniest amount of jealousy over how close orca and eric are, but he never lets it get to him. he's aware of the bond they share, and considering how long they've been friends, he knows there's no need to worry.

Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss their partner? where do they like to be kissed?)

orca isn't accustomed to affection, and she has her own way of expressing her fondness for price, so kisses aren't really common for her. a peck on the cheek, or a soft press of her lips on his shoulder is the most she can manage without having a flustered meltdown.

price isn't nearly as easily effected, and he loves to gently take orca's head in his hand and press their lips together, just to watch her face turn red. he loves to kiss her cheek, mostly because it's too quick for her to properly react to, so he can get away with it in public lol.

Little ones (how are they around children?)

orca hates kids. can’t stand the little bastards. she’s definitely the type to pull faces at babies and laugh when a kid falls over in public, but she’ll more so go out of her way to avoid contact with them. she understands it’s not their fault that she resents them, but she can’t change her feelings towards them either.

price is neutral towards kids. he can talk to them and interact with them just fine, but he’s definitely not responsible enough to babysit them, and he knows for a fact that he doesn’t want any of his own.

Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings are the invention of the devil according to orca. she hates them, it takes her forever to wake up, and she forbids anyone from speaking to her for at least an hour after she's woken up. she's even crankier than usual, if that's even possible.

price is the only exception to this rule, which he's incredibly smug about. he doesn't struggle as much with mornings, he's able to get up and go fairly easily not matter how early it is.

Night (how are nights spent with them?)

orca is definitely more of a night owl, and prefers to stay up late after the sun goes down. it's more peaceful to her, and the less chance she'll be bothered by anyone else, the better. she loves the quiet and the darkness, and it gets a lot cooler at night, which she prefers.

price wants to stay up with her, and he tries his best, but most of the time he ends up falling asleep on her. whether they're watching a movie, just talking, or he's watching her work, there's a good sixty percent chance he's knocked out waiting for her to come to bed.

Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

they both take a while to fully open up, orca especially. as they gradually got closer, and she learned more about price, she got more and more comfortable talking about herself. the pace of their relationship is slow, but neither of them ever felt the need to rush or force things.

Patience (how easily angered are they?)

orca? extremely.

price is much, much calmer in comparison. it takes a lot to truly anger him, he prides himself on his patience and his ability to keep a level head in almost any situation. despite this, orca has a unique ability to get under his skin like nobody else. he doesn't take her jabs seriously anymore, but when they first met, the burning anger she was able to evoke in him was a shock to him.

Quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner? do they remember every little detail they mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

both orca and price remember every tiny detail about the other without fail. orca mentioned her favourite colour in an offhand comment and price ingrained that into his memory. orca overheard price talking about his favourite food and asked (ordered) eric to help her learn to cook it. they're insufferable about each other.

Remember (what is their favourite moment in their relationship?)

orca's favourite memory is a slightly more solemn one. it was relatively early in their relationship, and she'd been struggling with a relapse for a few months. he walked in on her with a bottle of whiskey in her office late one night, about to pour herself a glass, and she'd expected him to look at her with disappointment, or even yell at her.

he didn't, though. he didn't even acknowledge the bottle, and instead sat down in a chair opposite her desk and started a petty argument about something or other. she unwittingly took the bait and argued back with him, which eventually transitioned into a more civilised conversation. they'd talked for hours, and eventually gone their separate ways to get some rest.

it wasn't until a few hours later, when she was laying awake in bed, that she realised what he'd done. he'd stayed up late with her, effortlessly distracted her because he knew she couldn't resist the temptation of yelling at him, and she hadn't even noticed when he'd lifted the bottle from her desk and taken it with him when he left. it was a confusing feeling, being on the receiving end of what she usually does to other people, but it made her a little misty-eyed the more she thought about it.

price's favourite memory is of when he proposed to orca. like most other things they do, it was spur of the moment, he'd planned to do it for a while before but couldn't find the right moment.

it happened while they were both on leave. he'd taken her with him back to his home in england, and was showing her around the small town he grew up in. they were walking along a path through the woods, and the sunlight was hitting everything just right, the box in his pocket was practically burning a hole through his leg.

before he could think too hard about it, he just got down on one knee and pulled out the ring. orca didn't notice at first, too engrossed in whatever she was talking about, but after a moment she realised that he was missing from her side. she'd turned around, expecting him to be tying his shoe or something, to find him gazing up at her with the most lovestruck look on his face.

she'd stared at him for a few seconds, wide-eyed and frozen with shock, before rushing back to where he was kneeling and throwing herself into his arms. they'd both ended up on the dusty ground, but neither of them cared about the dirt covering them, because her response was more than enough for price to slip the ring onto her finger.

orca finds the memory embarrassing, because she couldn't stop crying at the time, but any time price finds himself missing her too much when they're apart, he looks at his wedding band and remembers it fondly.

Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their partner? how would they like to be protected?)

both orca and price are incredibly similar in the way that they would do anything to protect the ones they love. there is no line to cross when it comes to each other, no action is too far. they both have a reputation for being ruthless, and they're more than willing to risk their lives for the other.

Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

both of them put a lot of thought into dates for each other. orca's ideas may be a little more on the strange side, since she's not well versed in relationships, and she's a little unconventional anyways, but they're just as heartfelt as the more regular dates that price plans.

as for gifts, orca buys him a box of cigars and a fridge magnet from every new place she goes, and price buys her anything fighter jet or killer whale related he sees.

Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

for orca, it's her tendency to lash out at others when she's upset with them. she tries to control her temper, and she's doing a lot better than she used to, but sometimes she can't stop herself before she says something hurtful.

for price, it's how he overly blames himself when things go wrong. he takes too much accountability for things that aren't reasonably his fault, and often refuses to let anyone tell him otherwise. he overthinks, about what he could've done differently and what more could've happened, and it's difficult to pull him out of that mindset.

Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

it would be a lie to say orca doesn’t care about how she looks. when she was younger, she was somewhat vain because she saw herself as conventionally attractive, but since she got the scar on her face her looks have become somewhat of an insecurity for her. over the years it has bothered her less and less, but she definitely doesn’t think of herself the same way anymore.

at the beginning of her relationship with price, she found it incredibly hard to believe him when he said he was attracted to her. she honestly thought he was fucking with her, because she couldn’t understand why he didn’t think she was ugly. this insecurity has cause some problems in their relationship, but they’ve worked past them and thanks to him, orca feels a lot better about her looks now.

price, though, cares very little about vanity. he's attractive, he knows that, he's been pursued by women since he was a fresh-faced corporal, but he never allowed it to go to his head. he takes pride his appearance of course, and does his best to make sure he always looks presentable, but it's not something that's overly important to him.

Whole (would they feel incomplete without their partner)

yes, for both of them, but not in a co-dependent way. they're both very secure people, and they've lived most of their lives without each other – along with the fact that they don't get all that much time together due to their jobs and living in different countries – but they definitely feel more at home when they're together.

Xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

orca loves arguing. she finds it exhilarating, the way it makes her pulse race and how she can pull a reaction out of whoever she’s arguing with. most of the time, she’s just picking fights for no reason other than to entertain herself. she’s great at pretending to care deeply about something for the sake of the argument lol – and paired with her incredibly serious image, it comes far too easily to her. it took price – and everyone else, for that matter – a long time to realise that she’s joking most of the time, but now he likes to join in when he can tell she’s not serious (he still struggles sometimes).

Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

orca doesn't like people who take life too seriously. she knows her reputation, and how she comes across, is incredibly serious and intimidating, but she's a lot more laid back than most people think. she also knows that her job is serious by nature, but she values the ability to find humour in bleak situations.

price doesn't like people who need their hand held through every little task. he values independence and intelligence, and he's had partners in the past who relied on him for far more than he was comfortable with.

Zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

orca hates mornings with a passion. she thinks that waking up at six am is a crime against humanity, and if she had it her way she'd never be up before ten. she sleeps lightly, not light enough to be constantly woken up, but when there's a loud noise or something similar she'll hear it. she also falls asleep incredibly quickly, basically as soon as her head hits the pillow she's out.

price has made his peace with getting up at six every morning, but deep down he loves getting to sleep in. his body still naturally wakes him up with the sun though, and no matter how much he tries to go back to sleep, it never happens. unlike orca, he doesn't usually wake up during the night – once he's out, he's out.

#ryan 'orca' murdoch #captain john price x oc #john price x oc #cod oc #cod oc art #call of duty oc #price x orca #oc: orca

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aita-blorbos · 10 months

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AITA for manipulating my ex-girlfriend's entire family?

I know this sounds bad but hear me out. In my youth, I (75 M) started an organization of people with special abilities that would grow to help protect people from powerful threats, but originally it was just me and six of my friends hanging out in the woods and testing our abilities. Eventually I started dating one of the other members of the group (76? F) and our relationship was really wonderful for a while.

Eventually, a war broke out in her home country and she wanted to go home and protect her family. We warned her it was a bad idea, but she went anyway and ended up being manipulated by the leader of her country into using her powers to win the war, and then suppress the revolts of the people. My friends and I eventually showed up to stop her, but by that time she was already pretty out of control and we had to capture and subdue her. I didn't have the heart to kill her, so I used a device created by one of our friends to make her believe she was her sister, who had died in the protests in her home country. Because her strongest powers had to do with water, I also made her believe that she and her whole family were cursed to drown in water, so she would fear it and pass that fear down to the rest of her family. I also made her nephew believe that she was really his mother. I even made myself forget the real events that had happened (and in the process I also forgot that I had saved the brain of one of my friends in the battle, so everyone thought he had died for years, including his husband, but that's my bad).

20 years went by and basically everyone had forgotten about what had happened, but then I ran into this kid (10 M) who turned out to be the great nephew of my ex, and had inherited her powers. He really looked up to me, but after finding out the truth about his family he's a little distrustful of me now. I did give him and his whole family a lifelong phobia and messed with their brains, but I feel like it was all for the greater good in the end, right? My ex is okay now and remembers her past and we've even started dating again, so I feel like all's well that ends well, but maybe I'm biased.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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atherix · 1 year

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New au?👀👀

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HI I AM GOING TO COPY-PASTE EVERYTHING I WROTE TO BELLE WHEN I FIRST GOT THIS IDEA.

So quick background, Secondhand Lions is a movie about a boy who gets sent to his filthy rich great uncles for the summer by his mother who wants him to find the money, and one of the uncles tells him a story about their history/youth and they end up bonding with him and in the end the mother does the right thing for once and lets him stay, it's a great movie that admittedly has its... moments... that definitely Date™ it but it is to this day among one of my favorite movies.

Of course this wouldn't follow that like. At all. Except maybe vaguely. Just bear with me. Below the cut bc this is LONG. Keep in mind it's from DMs so it might be a little everywhere but ya know-

so anyway. Secondhand Lions but with Mumscarian.

The past; Grian, Scar and Mumbo were a team, an Avian, an Elf and a Totally Normal Guy™️. They were involved in a lot of stuff from the time of when they were young. Grian and Mumbo were childhood friends, grew up in the same village and everything, and were teens when they got dragged into war by the Mad King's attack on their village. They got involved in the fight and ended up on an adventure across the world, where they ended up meeting Scar who was, technically, part of the Mad King's court. They got him to switch sides and together, with allies, they defeated the Mad King and continued onto adventures, getting involved in the wars and civil uprisings they came across and basically liberating people everywhere. Of course, over this time, they fell madly in love with each other.

Unfortunately, as the years pass, Scar began to notice he himself wasn't changing at all- because he was an Elf. Grian and Mumbo had grown into men well into their 20s and 30s and saying Scar looked a day over 20 would be generous; he's an Elf, and Elves live for hundreds of years. Their aging significantly slows down the older they are, and it brings Scar to realize that he is going to greatly outlive the two men he loves. And, of course, the older Grian and Mumbo look, the more side-eyeing they receive when seen with Scar- and the more hostile/distant people become, the less welcome they are. Cue a series of misunderstandings, miscommunication and feelings of "I'm holding him back" from everyone, they end up splitting up. Grian and Mumbo stick together, of course, while Scar sets off on his own.

Cut to a hundred years later, into modern times; Scar thinks Mumbo and Grian are long dead, meanwhile Mumbo's Totally Normal Guy™️ syndrome has kicked into Eldritch mode and neither he nor Grian knows what happened but they're both still alive. They don't seek Scar out as they believe he must have moved on by now, and have settled down in the middle of nowhere in an old house with more money than they know what to do with.

Tubbo is 14 years old. He's Scar's son- I haven't decided yet if he's an adopted little faun/dryad or maybe Scar's bio Elf son in this world, but he's Scar's son and is being raised by Scar alone (no other parent in the picture, either abandoned or a result of a one night stand). Tommy is his best friend, and after the death of his older brother Tommy is being raised by his late brother's best friend, Schlatt (yeep). Schlatt is sending Tommy to live with his "uncle" for the summer (Grian being Phil's great great something great uncle) in the hopes of Tommy finding where Grian and Mumbo keep their money hidden. Tommy doesn't want to go but asks Tubbo to come with him since he's not being given a choice, and hesitantly Scar gives his permission (Tubbo argues it'll be just like summer camp, it's okay!) but on the condition that Tubbo writes him once a week.

Tommy and Tubbo get there, and though Grian and Mumbo are like- 40 max (in appearance), they live basically like they did a hundred years ago; no television, no internet, no phone service. Mumbo has his redstone devices, which Tubbo is fascinated by, and Grian has his flying course, which Tommy is enthralled with (Tommy is also an Avian), to entertain themselves. They also have communicators that only work with each other (Scar has one, too, but it's been in storage for decades at this point and he wouldn't even know if they did send him a message). Grian and Mumbo have no fucking clue how to entertain children and do a lot of age-inappropriate stuff (as in giving Tommy and Tubbo crossbows and letting them run wild in a training course they have in the back field, rather than handing them starter bows with soft-tip practice arrows and strict supervision lol).

Over this visit, Mumbo begins to tell the boys a story when they catch Grian in one of his Moods™️, where he's kind of stalking around the perimeter of their home and gazing out into the distance, as if searching for something. Mumbo explains that sometimes, Grian gets antsy and becomes very aware they're missing a member of their flock. He tells the story little by little- the story of adventure and friendship and love and the cruelty of time and people, but he uses the name he used to know Scar by which Tubbo doesn't recognize. As such Tubbo doesn't think to write about it in his letters to Scar.

Tommy convinces them to start buying shit with their money and they end up buying a lot of crazy shit, including some kind of beast I'm undecided about. Not a Warden ofc bc wardens are wardens, but some kind of hostile beast that Tubbo, with his general Faeness (either faun, dryad or elf jkfdsjk), manages to tame. Ofc he writes to Scar about all of this, and honestly Scar gets a little freaked out- what kind of sane people buy a hostile creature?? (Well. He knows at least one person who would have, but… he's been dead for so long….) He starts arranging things at his Aqua Town shop to go and check in on Tubbo.

Tommy and Tubbo have grown fond of Mumbo and Grian, thinking they're weird but in an endearing sort of way. Some shit happens with some of the locals in town but Grian and Mumbo deal with it, Tommy gets a letter from Schlatt giving him instructions on what to do when he finds the money, Tubbo is having fun taking care of his new pet, and in general things begin ramping up. Mumbo reaches the end of the story, where Scar chose to leave, and Tubbo questions why they just let him walk away (not knowing this was a century ago), which is when Grian finally cuts into the story and tells the teens that he and Mumbo are older than either of their grandparents, and Scar has long since moved on and mourned them as dead. Tubbo of course argues that they should have tried anyway, because if he's been mourning them and they're still here then how is that fair, if they still love him after all this time then what if he still loves them?? (Tubbo, thinking about his own father, who sometimes hints at having something he'd loved and lost once upon a time, choices he made that he regrets, things he wishes he could take back….)

Well, Schlatt shows up when Tommy's stopped answering his letters, and he's got a Plan™️. He starts to manipulate the townspeople and spreads rumors about Mumbo and Grian, and tries to get into Tommy's head, manipulating him and Tubbo (if Tubbo is adopted, this would be the moment he'd find out Schlatt is his bio father. If Tubbo is Scar's biologically then obviously not, bc I do not want to consider Scar and Schlatt having a kid together lmaoooo-)

Tubbo is kind of overwhelmed by everything happening now, between Schlatt and discovering he's currently staying with century-old Eldritch creature(s), and of course in his distress he turns to Scar. He runs off to town, borrowing a fancy shmancy communicator/phone and calling the shop. Unfortunately, Scar has already headed out by now, so the phone is answered by Cub, Scar's "right hand man" at the shop. Cub tells Tubbo Scar is probably halfway there already and all he has to do is wait.

Now, with his father out of reach, Tubbo thinks it's time to do the next best thing; tell Grian and Mumbo about what Schlatt is doing/planning. However, Tubbo and Tommy are both notoriously bad liars and Schlatt finds out. Tommy has by this point found the money but is keeping his silence, and Schlatt realizes when Tommy talks himself in a circle that Tommy knows where it is, so Schlatt- knowing the one thing Tommy really cares about is his bestie- decides to use Tubbo against him, threatening to hurt/kill Tubbo to get Tommy to comply (and, in the meantime, stopping Tubbo from telling Mumbo and Grian, who Schlatt has absolutely NO CHANCE at beating. Well, no chance at beating Grian, at least).

Scar shows up as Tommy is leading Schlatt (and Tubbo) to the money, and obviously there's a huge "what the fuck" moment when he comes face to face with Grian and Mumbo- which is quickly overshadowed by the whole "where are the kids" situation going on. Grian and Mumbo are shocked to discover Scar is Tubbo's dad (and in typical Misunderstanding fashion, assume this means they were right that Scar moved on), but don't have time to dwell on it when Scar insists the boys are in trouble, Tubbo had written to him about some of the very concerning things Schlatt was saying/doing and he doesn't think Schlatt should be left alone with the boys.

Of course like in Secondhand Lions, Tubbo's little beast friend saves the day, attacking Schlatt and giving Tubbo and Tommy the chance to run away at the cost of its own life. They meet up with Grian, Mumbo and Scar, and Tubbo has never been so relieved to see his dad. Grian goes to find Schlatt, who is already injured, while Scar and Mumbo check over the boys. In the end, of course Schlatt is defeated and is sent off with the parting warning that if they ever see him again they will kill him, and that he's lucky the creature got to him before they did.

Mumbo questions why Tubbo never mentioned he was Scar's son, and Tubbo says he didn't think it was important- which is when he finds out Scar was the third person from that story all along

Ultimately, of course, the story ends with Tommy wanting to stay with Mumbo and Grian, and Tubbo pushing for Scar and them to talk about everything that happened in the past and what was actually going on through their heads, and what they really felt and thought about it all. There's no immediate getting back together of course, but they do talk about it and stay in contact when Scar and Tubbo return to Aqua Town.

The epilogue is like 5 years later and ofc Mumscarian is back together and Tubbo and Scar have moved in and the property is just full of increasingly ridiculous shit. Happily ever after the end.

bonus content; Ren is the great great some-odd great grandson of both the Mad King and the Red King, both corrupt monarchs that Mumscarian fought against. BDubs was the right hand of the Mad King, ofc, and is very Fae like Scar, but he moves on with Cleo- another member of the Mad King's court who's still somehow alive- and eventually Etho joins them. Martyn is, unsurprisingly, Just Some Dude descended from the Red King's right hand, and is very much in love with Ren. There might even be a bit of a reincarnation thing going on there, but hey- who knows :)

Bonus:

#ask #Secondhand... something AU #I haven't decided what mob it'll be yet rip #🍂autumn anon🍂#Long Post

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vendetta-if · 2 years

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There a lot of people who are falling for Ron but I will maintain loyal to Ash, I love you big dummy with anger issues, i have a weakness for 1 bad boys 2 anger boys 3 childhood friends amd wellp (in my case) he has ALL THE POINTS LOL AND REDHEAD IS A BONUS

And… well, maybe Skylar too, I dont know why someone would like to hit the sweet boi, i mean, the sweetest in life the dirtiest in bed leave the cute boi in peaceeeeeee! Baby boy baby. When you say in a post (in my case, again) he is the most similar to Vicktor in his youth I was screaming like a fanboy not gonna lie, so, if someone wants to hurt him, they will need to pass me before 😤😤 jkjk

Ps Im afraid to question this, but, if we go woth Skylar route, this os gonna make the relationship between Mc and Ash tense? I dont wanna be in bad manners with him, i really like both of them, but if this can be painful to Ash i dont know if i wanna be with Skylar xDD why am i like thissss?

Haha I’m glad you guys are really loving Ash 🥰 Also, Ash hitting all of your points and even a bonus point for being a redhead 😆

And I’m really happy that you’re liking Skylar too and is giving them a chance🥹 I’m also a bit surprised with the vitriol Skylar gets 🥺 I definitely didn’t expect so many people hating Skylar before meeting them. I do expected some to be wary or even dislike them because of MC’s relationship with their mother, but not downright hating them😭

As for the last question with Ash, Ash will always be a little tense if MC flirts with another RO in front of them, no matter which RO or if you flirt with Ash or not. 😁 Just, please don’t flirt with them and then flirt with other RO right in their face 🥺😭 But you shouldn’t worry about souring or hurting your relationship with Ash because you choose another RO. Once MC finally has the conversation and clear things up with them, they won’t get that jealous and will start to relax a bit. They will still be happy being MC’s BFF. 😊

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #ro: ash #ro: skylar #if wip #if game #dashingdon #choicescript #info

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kenziefear · 1 month

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I was almost married. Almost. But he left me at the altar. When nobody in the village could find him, I went searching myself. When I found him, he was in the arm's of another man.

There was relief in that for a moment. Argyle hadn't left me at the altar for any fault of mine, I just wasn't the kind of person he wanted to marry. But I immediately knew, it would be scandal. Lord of the manor caught with the strange traveler - a handsome man, with these auburn eyes - only spotted at night. He had charmed Argyle. Maybe for the money, the blackmail? Who knew, but they were wrapped together none the less.

I tried to get a closer look, being nosy and intensely curious, but a branch snapped beneath my feet. They both looked up, spotting me. My face felt flush with embarrassment. Quickly, I turned to rush away, so easily spotted in my white wedding gown. But I was snatched aggressively, thrown to the ground and knocked out cold.

When I awoke, I was covered in blood, soaking my dress like a fresh strawberry stain. It was mine, I knew it, but I wasn't in pain. I felt nothing at all except cold.

I've been alive nearly two centuries since then. Not dead, but not alive, just endlessly living on, never aging, never falling sick.

I watched my mother pass, all my friends and remaining family. Eventually my endless youth began to frighten the townsfolk, so I ran to Argyle's manor to hide with him.

His lover had turned us both into the undead, one vampire, one witch. Two people who had seen the world turn over and over again. Most people don't know this, but a witch can live forever when their blood is mixed with that of the undead. Like a potion of youth, they congeal and create eternal life. Unlike Argyle, I could stand the sun, I could eat human food - I received all the gifts of a vampire with none of the downsides! - save for wanting to die.

When all those who remembered my face passed away and the witch trials went out of style, I returned to the town. I lived in this beautiful Victorian house with my familiar, pouring everything I had into a normal life. I became a fortune teller for the people of the town, advising them through life, giving them potions to help their everyday ailments. Women would come to me for love potions, men would come for a tarot spread. I began to live a life where I could wave to my neighbors and take a jog with no fear of being burned at the stake.

Life became routine, but a routine that didn't bore me. When the time came, I knew I'd be able to move on to the next town, start a life away from any lineage I knew. But for now, I could see Argyle's manor on the hill, visit the woods that hadn't changed since I was born, watch the families grow and flourish around me.

Something I had yet to learn in my years of experience is that things can change instantly, the rug can be swept from underneath you, and there's hardly any chance of seeing your own future plow you over.

#sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sims story #ts4 story #sims 4 edit #witchcore #witchcraft

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 2 months

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Soooo did Sukuna help Kinie go back home? We need to know please?

((Hello there anon, hope your okay today. Well, I can write something if you like. Just give me a moment please. And remember, Kinie belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Kinie was quiet as she was looking out the window seeing the busy life of New York City. She has seen so much while being here even if her mind was distracted. Tomorrow she was going to be going back home to her homeland Australia. Even if Sukuna promised her he would help get her back home, now she didn't want to.

She did wish to see how her home was doing to ensure everything is alright. She wanted to do that at least. However, she didn't want to leave Sukuna alone. Even when she came here she was taken from her home to be some sort of slave. Though, she might still be in danger of being one if it wasn't for him.

Sukuna saved her life and she owes him for that even if he said she didn't. He seriously was a kind man even if he is seen as the devil due to his power and thoughts. Even now, she was looking quiet thinking about it.

'I don't want to leave him..but I need to see how my land is. Maybe I can think of a plan to just come back after. It shouldn't be long. Maybe just a few days or so...yeah, just a few days and then I can come back!' she thought looking to the window but she sighed knowing Sukuna was in a meeting right now. He was already speaking with others or his followers about helping with getting Kinie to her homeland. So to say, today was her last day here in America. Well, for the moment.

Closing her eyes, she opens them again to look down. She would come back to him, she would. Just needs to help with trying to see her home. For now, she wonders if the others were happy about her going home. Honestly, they didn't want her to go but they get the feeling she would return. For now, she remains calm to look at the outside.

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The next morning, Sukuna was having a driver take him and Kinie to the airport now while she was looking ahead wondering about it but she was wondering if Sukuna was okay. He was alright while wearing a black suit but he was knowing the other cars passing by. However, he did look to Kinie who was quiet for now. Was she still upset? He figure she was happy about going home. It was a promise he kept while they head to the airport.

"..You alright princess?" he speaks to break the silence that Kinie blinks to look up at him.

"No worries my king, I'm alright. Just..thinking." she mutters softly that Sukuna looks to her.

"Thinking about something? Happy about going back home?" he asked.

"...In a way. I'm just happy I'm going to see if my land is alright." she looks to him but Sukuna looks to her not saying too much. However, he was thinking about it. Knowing much, he would be something.

"Hmmmm I see. Well, we will be at the airport soon my dear. I have the tickets so you should get on the plane after."

"........."

Both him and her were quiet and yet, in a moment they got to the airport seeing it was not as busy. It shows the driver parks but gets out of the car to open the door for Sukuna and Kinie. He gets out first then goes to help Kinie out too. The airport was huge but Kinie blinks seeing other people walking in or some out.

"Come, this way." he held her hand but leads her to the doors with the driver waiting for him to return. Another helper gets Kinie's bags while the two walk inside of the airport. Sukuna was walking but he was quiet while knowing Kinie was close. Even if he was a bit down he was happy that he kept his promise to help her. Both just kept walking till he gets to one of the plane gate seeing it was not boarding yet. They were getting ready to though.

"..Seems were a bit early......Did you wish to sit down somewhere to wait?" he asked.

"......I guess that's fine." she said so both sit and wait. Sukuna sits by her but they were quiet for a moment. They heard the other people walking in front of them. Even some talking or hurrying to their planes. For now, Kinie sighed to look at the ground.

"Hey...my king?"

"Yes Princess?" he asked.

"..I wanted to say thank you for helping me. I know the first meeting was...unexpected. And yet, you helped me get better again and regain my honor and pride as a hunter. I don't know how to.."

"You don't have to thank me. I wanted to because I felt you were like me. I went through the same thing as you did. Stripped of my power and title. I had to work to get it back and look at me..well known in New York. I wanted to help you regain it." he said and yet, Kinie was quiet.

"Besides, you are a true warrior..and I am happy that your back to your self again." he smiled and yet, Kinie blinks to look at him as he gently held her hand. "Though, I will miss you. I hope what you do at your home is alright....."he said and yet, she was quiet to look at him.

'.....Why would you say that? Why now? I did want to check on my home....but hearing you say that......why?..'

She didn't say too much but only looks down to hold his hand back. "Thank you for t..that. You did help me and thanks to it, I'm better than I was..I really owe you so much for the help. For your kindness..." she said softly with a smile upon her lips. He smiled but only leans in to kiss her forehead.

Even she was not expecting him to kiss her forehead. It was gentle and yet, it was only making him still hold her hand gently. She feels him pull back that he moves back to smile at her. Kinie didn't know what to say but she only tries to speak when hearing a voice.

"Attention: Plane for Australia is now boarding. Attention, plane for Australia is now boarding"

"Seems it's time..." he said standing up but he looks to Kinie who stood up too looking at him. He looks to her but held her cheek while she looks to him as he smiled to her. He didn't want to leave her but Kinie held his hand only for him to kiss her forehead again.

"Have safe travels my princess........be sure you take care of yourself.." he said gently to her but she only looks to him but only gently nod before he lets her go to smile then turns to start leaving. Kinie looks at him leaving but she closed her hand in a fist. Looking to him, she sighed then looks to the plane gate heading over. She did show the tickets to the other who nods, allowing her to board the plane. When she was walking, Kinie was silent.

'I will return my king. I'm not leaving you alone..I won't be gone long..I promise....' she thought while walking. Within a while, Sukuna was back to his car but as he did, he saw and heard one of the planes taking off. It seems it was the one KInie was on. He sees it heading off to her home but he sighed to look while getting in the car. The driver shuts the door but gets back in the driver's seat to drive on home.

Sukuna looks at the window but he will miss his princess but he knew she had to go home. "I'll miss you kinie..." he mutters softly to himself but he didn't know she will be back. Just for a little while. For now, he heads home.

He got back during the evening and yet he was heading inside his home. It seems a lot more quiet now but it was fine. He had his followers still while he was walking in. He saw his followers welcome him home but he nods only to head up. He got ready for bed and was ready for the next day later as he was reading something. Even now, he looks to the window seeing the night sky thinking about his princess.

'I hope you got home safe Kinie.........' he thought but he would be ready for bed later on tonight. For now, he was going to stay up just a bit longer before he would sleep himself.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #crime au #mafia au #sukuna and kinie #the fractions of NYC #anon #peahen writer

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