#and. what if you want this weapon. what if you choose the monster. maybe against some loved ones' will

[ange1ace]

DONT YOU LOVE ME ANYWAY?

tw: slapping, slight breeding kink, smut, dark!luke, corruption kink, daughter of aphrodite!reader

a/n: from your #1 yappist

There was something sacred about it-how he would desecrate-ruin you. Bruises littered your inner thighs, neck, anywhere he could find to mark you. Own you.

And he did.

There was some thrill in it for him, that you'd allow him to fuck with you like this, turn you into something as depraved and corrupt as him. Watching the guilt settle in your eyes when he finishes fucking you, mock disappointment crafting his words.

"should cover those up, yeah?, cant have everyone knowing what a cock dumb slut you are now, can we?"

People began to notice it, slowly. The way your face would burn with embarrassment turning into shame when they pointed out the hickeys. The fact that you were luke's toy to fuck and use as he pleases. And it was, until it became because even after he betrayed you, its his name that falls from your lips when you cum on your fingers.

You shouldve known better. Maybe checked the borders harder, more than twice-brought more weapons. Anything, that would take you back from being here. The metal presses against your throat, sending shocks of fear through you as he tilts your head up, back pressed against the rough bark of the tree.

Clarisse and the others had left camp for some special mission, chiron called it, leaving you and the other year rounders. It was calm for the first few weeks, until it wasnt.

Monsters started attacking more frequently, breaking the borders which you couldve sworn you thought could never happen. And there was only one culprit. The same one that had his head between your thighs-just weeks earlier and now a knife under your chin.

"isnt it past curfew sweetheart?" he asks tilting his head as he smiles "should report you for that"

Like the fucker cares.

Your eyes scan your surroundings, looking for atleast a dagger, seeing most of your weapons discarded too far from arms reach. He sees you, of course, eyes darkening in irritation.

"None of that yeah? just want to talk-"

Something in you clicks, anger that causes you to almost bite at him. "now you want to talk? you fucking left me luke!, no note, not even a simple goodbye-i had to hear about this from annabeth, a-and you want to speak to me with a sword at my throat?!"

He shifts, eyes moving to unreadable, as he backs up only slightly.

"There wasnt enough time-couldnt get you roped up in this shit and risk somethin' happening to you, you wouldnt have understood-"

His words fall on deaf ears, not caring-trusting-what he says anymore. You're quick to move, acknowledging that his sword is now at his side, completely out of the way. The first fist hits and you cant tell when the second one reaches. He lets you hit him, takes it until it actually begins to hurt, grapping your wrists as you attempt to fight his grip. He discards his sword on the ground, moving his other hand to keep you still. "Stop before you hurt yourself" he says sternly, backing you right up against the tree. Theres tears on your face now, he cant tell if they're from sadness or anger, choosing the latter pains him less.

"Just calm the fuck down"

Its the same tone he would use with you before, whenever you'd ask him to stay with you after he'd fuck you for hours on end. Producing the same result, tears brimming along your waterline until his tone changes. "I'm sorry okay? just dont-dont-fuck- stop crying, cant take it when you do that to me"

Your lip stops trembling, soaked eyes looking up at him as his hand cradles your chin. Its silent, none of you knowing what to say anymore and even though, you know better, you kiss him. Your lips are soft against his at first, but when luke gets over his shock? he's all teeth and blood. Violent and angry and so so desperate. Your brains in a fuzz, a high from the way hes kissing you. Maybe you've spent too long alone since he left, maybe you should've moved on. But whatever it is that leads you to do something like this, you're to fucked out of your brain to care.

Fuck elysium, he's got his own little heaven right here, in the way you sculpt your lips into his, letting him find solace in you after everything. His hand reaches to the curve of your waist pulling you into him, as he begs you to let him go further. To fuck out his frustrations onto you once again. He's sick for even asking, and you? you're just as bad for agreeing.

He practically rips of your skirt, ruining the pretty lace hem, muffling your protests with his lips. "I'll but you ten, okay a whole fuckin' set after-"

A promise you know he's not going to keep, but for now, you let him have it. His hand trails over your panties, pressing the damp spot he sees there. "That desperate huh? been waitin' for me princess?"

Somewhere in your stupor, your lips form into a pout.

"Dont be silly"

His lips form into a smirk at that, slapping your clit from your tone as you yelp. "Yeah? you've just been whoring yourself out since ive been gone?-looks like i needa remind her who she belong to hm?"

Another slap connects at your silence.

"Y-yes-fuck-please-n-need it so bad-" you babble out mindlessly, pushing your hips up into his hand-a desperate attempt to get some friction. He chuckles at your neediness, like his cock isnt leaking through his pants right now. He pulls your panties to your knees, fingers teasing at your hole, gathering your slick before he's sliding both inside of you. The sound you make is pathetic, giving him exactly what he wants, to see you pliant and indigent for him again. He's not slow or careful, instead fucking you with his fingers like hes almost enamored with the motion.

"L-luke-!" you whine, when you feel his other finger pinch your clit, the stimulation making your body jolt in pleasure. "I know, baby, I know-'s really abandoned her didnt i? dont even know how much ive missed this pretty pussy"

His words are so sweet, an illusion for how fucked up this all is. He continues to pump his fingers into you, feeling how you tighten up around him as his hand goes back to circle your clit. Your hips buck up into his hand, letting him use it as motivation to move faster. Head falling back, feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach as whimpers emit from you, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your brain goes white when you cum, thighs trembling as you clamp down on his hand. He pulls out of you, watching the wetness that drips down your thighs.

"theres my girl"

He's quick to pull out his cock, all angry and red, precum dripping along his veins. He rubs his cock along your thighs, shivering at the feeling. He's slow at first, easing himself in, until he fully enters you, a wheeze coming from him.

shitshitshitshitshit-shit-" his thighs quiver, jaw clenching from holding himself back. "g-gotta relax for me, mami-fuck-"

He buries his head into your neck, gritting his teeth as his hands tighten on your hips. It take everything in him not to just rut into you right there.

For your sake, he tries to be slow, be patient as he thrusts into you at an antagonizing, gentle pace. You mumble something under your breath, begging him to go faster, to ruin you again, to break you. And he remembers that really? he was never a patient man.

His hips snap into yours, his movement prompted from that primal need to fill you with him to the hilt. Its disgusting, lewd-almost pornographic sounds that come from you as his curls stick to his forehead from sweat. He fucks you like an rabid animal, harsh, violent and angry-he doesnt understand whats wrong with him-why he needs it so bad. To feel you clench around him, scream out his name as if everythings normal again, as if he's human again. He presses against your stomach, causing a mixture of a moan and a sob to come from you, as he moves against you faster-harder.

He's on cloud nine when you clamp down on him. Hips stuttering, choked out whimpers falling from him as he buries his face back into your neck to try and stifle his sounds. Stars dance across your vision, and you swear you're drowning-mouth formed in a permanent 'o' shape, thighs trembling as you sink deeper. Crash after crash of ecstasy hits you-coming in relentless hard waves that make you see white. Your speech is slurred, rambling about how you love him so much-need him so much, begging him not to leave you again.

And thats what pushes him over the edge. He knows hes gonna leave you again, abandon you like the piece of shit he is, but the reprieve he has is too good to deny. He cums with a fucking sob, your name echoing from him like a solemn prayer, not even recognizing the fact that he just came inside of you as he holds you to him.

He cleans you up, carrying you back to the aphrodite cabin. Lucky for him, its empty. Most of the year rounders being in his old cabin. Laying you down on the bed, as your eyelids flutter, he sits on the side of your sheets, watching your face until you fall asleep.

And whether its guilt or regret, this time he stays and holds you until he disappears in the morning.

#luke castellan smut #luke castellan #luke catsellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson x reader #pjo series #pjo #charlie bushnell #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan fanart #just pretend this makes sense #yeah! #zee writes ౨ৎ

[simp2537]

Aw shoot, I’ll just keep sending you requests for as long as you tolerate it then. Speaking of, what about the reader (again, male or gender neutral) being given a quest by the oracle, but they don’t choose Percy or Annabeth to accompany them on the quest. Instead, they choose two other campers they’re friendly with; the reason for this could be because the reader doesn’t want Percy or Annabeth to get put in danger, or maybe they just want a break from the two. Either way, how would they react to the reader getting ready to go off on a quest without them? It’s also once again up to you if the reader and the other two demigods are dating or not at this point :)

-🪑

Lovers Quarrel

A/n: Not sure if everything I wrote is canon but I don’t care. I wasn’t sure if you wanted Yandere so I just wrote it as normal. Hope you enjoy.😉

Warnings: Dangerous quest? Possible death implications? Anxiety and the Oracle being ominous.

Anon 🪑

All Characters are aged up to 18 plus

Percabeth x Gender-Neutral! Reader

With frantic and hasty movements Y/n stuffed their bag with clothes, money, a book Annabeth had gotten them, a small keychain Percy had found and other things. They had finally been given a quest after so long. The only issue was Y/n hadn’t chosen Annabeth or Percy.

In fact they’d chosen Lee, a son of Apollo and Charles a son of Hephaestus. Lee and Charles were decent fighters and smart in their own ways. As a child of Ares Y/n knew they’d have no issue with this quest. Their partners might disagree.

With a bag the doors to the Ares cabin slammed open and their partners marched in. Y/n winced inside, silently thanking the gods all their siblings weren’t around. Annabeth crossed her arms and leaned against their bed. Percy stopped Y/n from placing anything else in their bag.

“What is wrong with you! You can’t take Lee or Charles above us! They’re idiots!”

Annabeth groaned at Percy’s tone. Y/n stifled and pulled their hand away. Annabeth grabbed Y/n’s free hand from them.

“What Percy means to say is why wouldn’t you ask us to come with you.” Annabeth questioned. Y/n let out a long, deep breathe. Y/n kissed the back of Annabeth’s hand with a smile.

“For one, monsters find Percy easier, and for two I just…. Need some time to myself.”

No words were spoken for a while. Y/n pulled away from the pair as Percy slumped o to their bed. Had they done something wrong? Maybe they were too affectionate, children of Ares didn’t seem keen on PTA. Perhaps they’d moved to fast for Y/n.

“Are you mad at us?” Percy’s voice quivered softly as he watched Y/n place in their shoes. Y/n softly shook her head and walked over to them. Y/n took each of their hands into their own.

“I just need to be away for a little and I can’t risk it.” The pairs heads shot up.

“Risk it?”

“The Oracle said something that doesn’t sit well with me.”

“What’d she say?” Y/n didn’t answer for a minute. Y/n placed a copper cuff on wrist. The weapon her father had gifted them, it turned into a shield on command.

“The oracle said that my quest would end in a death.” Percy shot up, tightly gripping Y/n’s shoulders.

“WHAT!” Percy yelled. Annabeth moved towards them and looked up at Y/n.

“I know it’s not the best thing to pick two people I’m not super close too to accompany me on my quest cause one of us might die but…. I won’t risk one of you.”

Annabeth sighed and pulled Y/n in for a tight hug. Annabeth slipped her arms around Y/n’s waist and hurried her head into there chest. Percy hugged Y/n from behind, hiding his head in the crook in there neck.

Percy quivered slightly, clutching for dear life into Y/n. Annabeth silently breathed in Y/n’s scent.

“Promise to come back.”

“Swear it.”

Y/n nodded softly as there partners prided themselves off. They handed Y/n their bag and kiss them softly.

“I promise.”

#percabeth x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo x reader #pjo x you #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #annabeth x reader

[thatharringrovehoe]

I love 'stuck in a time loop' fics where the characters slowly fall in love with each other. But right now I'm thinking of Steve rushing downstairs wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and his left sock while someone pounds on his front door in the middle of the night. When he opens it, there stands none other than Billy Hargrove, sweaty and exhausted.

And carrying an axe.

Steve tries to close the door but Billy's already jammed his boot up against it, holding it open. Billy's voice is a croak in the otherwise eerily silent night.

"The first pet you ever had was a cat named Sampson. You found him in the alley behind Melvald's and hid him in your room for six weeks before your mom found out and gave him away while you were at school. You were eight."

Steve is sure there's smoke billowing out of his ears from how hard the gears are turning in his brain. But try as he might, he has absolutely zero fucking clue what to do with this information. Somewhere in the house an antique clock strikes midnight.

Billy flinches, grip creaking around the axe propped up on his shoulder.

Steve chooses his next words very carefully.

"While I'm really glad you and Tommy are swapping childhood stories about me, it's getting late-"

"-And you have a shift in the morning. Yeah. I know. I also know that in the past one hundred and fifteen days you've never once even made it till morning. So I'm here to keep you from becoming monster chow and then maybe my fucking life can go back to normal"

Billy's shouting by the end. Steve's heart thunders in his chest.

you've never once even made it till morning

monster chow

The image of a demon falling out of the Byer's ceiling in a cloud of plaster and rot bubbles up with a growing panic. Billy's tapping his fingers anxiously around the handle of his axe, eyes darting to the side every now and again like he expects something to be there. Steve swallows down a hysterical laugh with the thought that the best case scenario right now is Hargrove took some type of hallucinogenic drug and drove to Steve's house in the middle of the night with a weapon.

The worst case scenario...

An owl hoots in the darkness and Steve feels like he might vomit with the surge of adrenaline. A stray breeze rustles the branches of the forest around them.

What if it's a prank?

God please let it be a prank

"All my friends knew about Sampson. Hell, the lunch lady knew about him."

Billy's jaw tics. "Look, I'm trying to keep us both alive so would you just shut up and let me in? The last place I wanna die is bumfuck Indiana."

He moves to shoulder past but Steve doesn't let him through. From this close Steve could count all the freckles on Billy's nose, air tense as a piano wire. Billy stares back, gaze wild.

Desperate

And one hundred days is a long time to get to know a person.

"I'll let you in. But-!" Steve's hand shoots up to press back against Billy's chest as he attempts to shove past him. His heart beats like a hummingbird under Steve's palm. "You have to make me believe you."

Billy breathes a harsh sigh through his nose, leveling a glare at Steve. The axe thankfully does not lodge itself into any part of Steve's person. For now.

"What do you want from me Steve?"

A coyote howls in the distance. Guttural and wrong. Chills erupt down Steve's spine.

"Tell me something I've never told anyone. Something only I would know."

An expression Steve can't parse flashes across Billy's face. Whatever it is it looks painful. Sad, but not for himself. There's more rustling out in the woods. This time without a breeze.

"You're adopted"

It's like a punch to the sternum.

Steve lets him in.

.

#The seasonal depression is lifting lads #so be prepared for alot more of my nonsense #harringrove #time-loop AU #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #that hoe writes #discord blurb

[jacksdinonuggets]

~Lost And Found~

-Summary: Vaggie after the fall, gets found by Clara. she slips due to the pain but luckily Carmilla takes pity on her and gives her hospitality

Notes: I think vaggie is my favorite character now....

also, requests are still open, you can send an ask if you want to see vaggie suffer more and get comfort. or if you just want to see some fluff

The pain in Vaggie’s eye and back was pure agony. Breathing was difficult without spiking pain in her back. She wished she hadn’t gone to heaven. If you were one the seraphims or God couldn’t decide where to put you, you could choose to be an exorcist or go to hell. Now Vaggie was really regretting her decision. 

As she crawled over to the dumpster, more pain ran throughout her body. Her breaths were ragged and heavy. She groaned as she forced herself to sip upwards. Her mind was starting to process what was happening. She was a bit slow in things and couldn’t process events until long after they happened. Realizing how heaven lied to her, how many souls she’s killed, and how many people she hurt, she let out a pained sob. She was a monster. She’d only kill so Adam wouldn’t beat her and instead praise her for her “amazing” work. Realizing how she’s been manipulated, she started to slip. No, not literally. Slip into her weak headspace. Littlespace. 

She let out a wail as more pain, mentally and physically, flared up. She wasn’t able to mask as easy when she was small. If she felt like crying, she would wail her heart out. And unfortunately, that was happening.

“Hey, are you okay?” someone came running up to her. The person looked around and saw golden blood leaking from her eye and back. She saw her torn wings on the ground and the… stabbed eyeball. The person almost puked just looking at it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Vaggie whimpered, screwing her good eye shut, ready for it to end.

“Mama! You need to come see this!” The person shouted, trying to alert the attention of someone else.

Another figure came running over. She was tall, had ballet shoes and her hair was put up so it looked like horns. Once she saw the golden blood, she pulled the other girl close to her.

“That’s an angel, Clara, leave it to die,” The woman spat. Vaggie just cried louder, knowing her inevitable death would be painful instead of quick. The scene made the woman, Carmilla, feel a bit weird. Weren’t angel’s supposed to be tough?

“I’m sowwy! End it ‘wuick, pease!” Vaggie begged, not being able to stop her babyish lisp from coming out. 

“Mama, she needs help. She’s clearly fallen. The exorcists left over 3 hours ago. Plus, only angelic weapons can hurt angels. Maybe she rebelled against them?” The girl, Clara, told her mother.

“We can perhaps return her to heaven and see if she really did fall,” The mother said. That freaked Vaggie out. Adam was going to kill her, torture her, do anything to her. She couldn’t bear it.

“No, no, no! Don’t send me back! Adam’s gonna huwt me, again!” she cried.

This piqued the mother’s interest. Adam was hurting his exorcists? Maybe this girl was worth saving anyways. Besides, this girl clearly was not in a big headspace, she would have to take care of her.

“Fine. We’ll patch you up and once you’re feeling better, you can tell us the whole story,” The women picked Vaggie up and started to carry her away. Vaggie muttered “I’m sorry,” over and over again during the walk back to their house.

“I understand that you’re sorry, you need to stop over apologizing, child,” She told her. Vaggie shut up but still let out a few whimpers due to the pain she was in.

During the walk, Carmilla couldn’t help but feel empathy for this girl. She probably did something like spare someone's life and they did this to her? It was cruel. The girl wasn’t a killer. Well, not now at least. She tried to ask the girl a few questions like her name, what happened, and what age she was feeling. She didn’t get much of an answer to the ‘what happened’ question but it did sound like she spared a soul and was really sorry for the whole extermination. 

When they got to the house, Carmilla set her up on one of their guest beds before grabbing a first aid kit from the bathroom. The poor girl seemed to be shaking as she patched up her eye. She had to clean her back and knew it was probably going to be painful. She gave affirmations while Vaggie yelped in pain from the wet rag cleaning her wound. 

Vaggie seemed to calm down when she began to bandage her back. However, the calmed silence was interrupted as Vaggie squeaked before hunching her shoulders and softly began to sob. Carmilla was facing her back and didn’t know what was going on. So she got up and went to face vaggie when she saw it. The girl had an accident.

“I- I’m sorwy, I didn’t mean to!” she cried. Carmilla should’ve been prepared for this. The girl was feeling very much in the baby range. These were bound to happen. So she quickly called odette into the room.

“Mija, go to the store and get some overnight adult diapers. Little one probably won’t be able to move much and it’ll be safer to have more absorbent ones,” Carmilla handed the blonde girl a fifty dollar bill and sent her off.

She didn’t know why but she felt this sort of weird connection with this angel. It felt like she was caring for her daughters when they were younger again. It got her feeling all maternal.

After undoing the bandages on her back, she carried to the bathroom and ran the bath. 

“M sowry,” Vaggie said once more.

“It’s okay sweetie, accidents happen,” 

Carmilla felt a lot less aggressive and assertive towards Vaggie as she bathed her. The girl was in so much pain that it was practically impossible. She probably in a lot of mental pain too.

Washing Vaggie’s hair was a bit hard because she couldn’t get the bandage wet. But she somehow managed to do it. 

When Carmilla carried vaggie back to the room, she saw that the bedsheets were replaced and a bag of diapers, a bottle, and a stuffed bear waited for them on the bed. Odette must’ve seen what was happening with the girl’s headspace. The bottle was also full with warm milk too.

After changing her into some padding, a big pajama shirt to act as a nightgown, and new bandages, she set her in the bed and began to help feed her the bottle. Carmilla smiled. It’s been awhile since she’s done this but it felt nostalgic. She loved caring for her girls but they were all grown up now. It was nice to be able to care for a baby again.

Before long, the girl had fallen asleep with her new stuffed bear cuddle to her chest. No doubt she was exhausted from the pain she endured. Carmilla tucked her in and left the room. The next day was going to be tough, but she would have to push through it.

#hazbin hotel agere #agere writing #agere fanfic #sfw agere #age regression #sfw littlespace #ageredips #sfw age regression #sfw diaper wearing #padded agere #sfw padded agere #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel carmilla #mama carmilla

[ttrpgbrackets]

Propaganda below

Apotheosis

You become a terrifying fount of mystical power. Once per mystery, after you suffer loss or harm, you may enter a state where you have both immense power and zero interest in the well-being of other people. While in this state, you can fly, use +Weird to kick some ass instead of +Tough (using innate magic as a 3-harm weapon with whatever properties you choose), ignore the component costs of your rotes, ignore one requirement of every spell you cast with use magic, and you have +1 ongoing to do everything. On the other hand, you outright cannot use the protect someone move, you have all the Temptations, and you have to indulge them whenever a good opportunity presents itself. When you try to resist a temptation, roll +Cool. On a 10+, your apotheosis ends. On a 7-9, if ends with you doing something dangerous or cruel. On a miss, it ends only after you harm someone (or something) you love.

What makes it cool?

(this is from The Hex playbook, which can be found on their website, if you want to fact check or anything). Anyways literally every game that has wildly powerful magic users should have built in mechanics for “I’ve experienced some terrible pain and am going to go super sayan for a moment” but as far as I’m aware MOTW is the only one that does AND it fucks. So many opportunities for terrible horrible things to happen to you or your fellow party members in the best way possible!!!

Castigate the Enemies of the Godhead

When you rest or perform a Full Repair, you can push the Manticore into an unstable Castigation State (or bring it out of one). In this state, the Manticore explodes immediately when destroyed due to damage or reactor meltdown, vaporizing it and instantly killing you and any other passengers. Characters within burst 2 must succeed on an Agility save or take 8d6 explosive. On a success, they take half damage. This only takes place if you are physically present in the Manticore.

What makes it cool?

First off, you should understand that most mechs in Lancer have fairly mundane technological abilities. Stuff like Assault Cannon, Deck-sweeper Automatic Shotgun, and LB/OC Cloaking Field. Generally utilitarian gadgets that sound like they could exist. So, all the weirdness I'm about to describe is happening against a backdrop of otherwise fairly grounded military sci fi.

CASTIGATE THE ENEMIES OF THE GODHEAD sounds nothing like a normal sci-fi gadget.

The Manticore, the mech, with the castigate ability is basically an unstable nuclear reactor that is also an unstable religious fanatic. It is covered in a field of radioactive lightning and/or the barely contained wrath of an ancient god. It is constantly on the verge of exploding both literally and figuratively.

Basically, between battles, you can decide that you're about to go out in a blaze of glory. and then, when you die, you explode with enough power to vaporize any enemy in the core book twice over, as well as any party members standing too close. There's no way to cheat it, either. You have to be in that cockpit, and blow up along with your mech. It makes you a suicide bomber.

Lancer consistently blurs the line between mundane advanced technology and genuinely divine blessings. Is this a walking bomb spewing fragments of old data, or is it a righteous weapon of God's fury? In a sense, Ra is the sun, and the sun is a sustained fusion reaction, so maybe a fusion reactor really is literally a small piece of God.

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg community #ttrpg design #tumblr bracket #round 1

[sombersynth]

STEDDIE FANFICTION REC MASTERPOST PT. 5

You're Divine by OonionChiver, 259.5 k, explicit ‘Blood?’ Eddie says again. Eyes black but for the slice of iridescent white in the centre. His teeth are sharp, his hands are weapons and Steve thinks maybe he’s made a mistake doing this without telling Eddie first. Eddie’s focus lowers, it moves to his left hand which is… Oh fuck. It’s dripping blood onto the floor. ‘Shit,’ Steve says, takes a single step back, swallows. ‘Eddie, I’m so sorry, fuck.’ Eddie can’t seem to look away, can’t bring his ethereal gaze back up where it belongs. Steve thinks he should run, he should flee. A tiny part of him knows Eddie will chase him. Eddie will catch him, outrun him easily. It's more than a little fucked up how that thrills him. (My personal favorite Steddie fanfiction of all time.)

Stereoscope by Seraphy, 60.8 k, explicit Here's Steve Harrington's biggest secret, though: It's not the alternate dimension brimming with monsters or the impossible girl with powers. It's the fact that he and Eddie Munson have been friends all along. In an on-and-off, tangential, fucked up kind of way. Never on his own terms. But still friends.

(There Is) Thunder in Our Hearts, by Ayes, 28 k, explicit It was only once. They were teenagers. It didn’t mean anything. The last one was a lie.

Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Oaseas, 154 k, teen and up Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.

Choose the Rose Garden (Over Madison Square), by Strawberryspence, 42.6 k, explicit “I didn’t know you smoked.” Eddie looks at him tentatively. “Didn’t until ‘86,” Steve answers, letting the feeling of the cigarette between his fingers anchor him into reality. “I see a lot has changed for you in ‘86.” Steve snorts, still not returning Eddie’s fixed gaze. “Are you just going to ignore me for the rest of the night?” or: It's 1991, Joyce and Hop are finally getting married. Steve owns a flower shop, Eddie's a rockstar and everyone's tired of their bullshit.

I Don’t Care, Go On and Tear Me Apart (I Don’t Care if You Do), by Gorgeousgreymatter, 3 k, explicit The words are filthy, they always are whenever they do this, play like this. Eddie’s voice is so sweet though, sticky like syrup and sending little pulses, shivers of pleasure, all the way down Steve’s spine. The only way Eddie’ll be able to miss what it does to him — how Steve’s cock is so hard and heavy against his own thigh that it hurts — is if he’s suddenly gone blind. Is it any more than that blistering hurt he always feels when he wants Eddie? It doesn’t matter how, in what way. The wanting always feels the same.

Nothing’s Gonna Harm You (Not While I’m Around) by Judasofsuburbia, 2.8 k, teens and up when max mayfield shows up at eddie munson's door after a nightmare, the last thing she expects to see is steve harrington staring back at her. or steve and eddie being the big brothers that max deserves.

Stevie Don’t Change Your Number by Eggurie, 33 k, teens and up A young Eddie finds the school's golden boy's phone number scribbled on the bathroom wall. A poorly executed call leads to late night talking, secret crushes and lots and lots of anonymous flirting.

#steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steddie fic recs #steddie fanfic #steddie fic rec #steddie #steveddie fic #my fic recs

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Unbounded zine! I’m glad I don’t have to choose between “UST with ex” and “angsty bf” and can just have both.

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Megaera couldn’t stop Zagreus.

Not that it stopped her from trying. As he stepped into her arena once more, bruised and bloodied from his relentless journey through the underworld, she gripped her whip tightly and stepped into the center of the room. Despite herself, she had to admit there was something appealing about his bedraggled state, his torn clothes revealing just enough skin to entice.

“Zagreus,” she greeted firmly, pushing her feelings aside. Megaera was a professional in all the ways that mattered. There was a reason Lord Hades entrusted her with this position.

“Oh, it’s you again.”  Oblivious, Zagreus waved tiredly. His tunic shifted, revealing tanned skin and lean muscles, old scars and bloody bruises. The fight to her stadium must have been brutal, he looked more exhausted than normal. “Hiya, Meg.”

She should reprimand him for the nickname. It was utterly improper at work. Yet, pity or something like it stayed her tongue. Instead, she merely raised a brow and gestured at him. “Were the monsters that strong or are you just that weak?”

“Ouch. I see you haven’t lost your thorns.” Zagreus sighed, rolling back his shoulders. A particularly tantalizing string of bruises on his collarbone disappeared under his tunic as he stretched. It reminded her of another, steamier night when her teeth had left her mark. “Have you considered how tiring it is to get here?”

“You weren’t this beat-up last time.” Immediately, she clamped her jaw shut. She hadn’t meant to let that slip. Though it was true. It had only been weeks since he’d first made it to her post, but he had improved steadily throughout that time. Last time, he had barely a scratch when he’d knocked on her door.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll think you care.” Zagreus chuckled as he leaned against a pillar on the right side of the room. His legs wobbled and he slid down. “Say, Meg, can I have a moment to catch my breath? You wouldn’t want to beat a tired man, right? I doubt it’ll be any fun.”

She shouldn’t agree. Megaera took care of her work properly, keeping work and personal matters separate. Unlike her sisters, she always knew exactly where she was, who she was facing, and what she had to do.

“It wouldn’t be sporting. New weapon?” she asked, quietly sitting down next to him. Their shoulders bumped but she didn’t pull away. Maybe she was getting soft and sentimental with age. She’d have to beat it out later.

He closed his eyes, too tired to be surprised. It wouldn’t take much to send him back to the House of Hades, even a gentle tap would be enough. “Mmm. I can’t quite get the hang of it.”

“That’s surprising. Your only good trait is how fast you learn.” Megaera watched him from the corner of her eyes. She had known this profile for eons. One of these days, he’d actually make it to the top, and then what? Would he return? Would Lord Hades allow him to?

One of these days, he’d breeze through everything and the spot next to her would be empty.

“All thorns today, huh?” Zagreus chuckled. His shoulders relaxed and he was utterly unguarded. He shouldn’t trust her so much. “Did something happen?”

You. But that wasn’t a professional answer and this wasn’t a personal space. Megaera had never been one to talk about her feelings either way. She only knew how to dodge and pivot around such questions. “What’ll you do after you find your mother?”

“That…” Zagreus opened his eyes now, his voice faltering. He bit his lip as he considered her words. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead. I mean, I can’t even make it past my father yet.”

“Lord Hades is very strong,” Megaera agreed. There was a reason he was the ruler down here, a reason why the gods on Olympus didn’t dare even cross the threshold into this domain. Yet, even then, she was certain that Zagreus would beat him. Even if it was just once.

“Annoyingly so. I think he just likes beating me up.” Zagreus huffed, irritated. He crossed his arms and scowled like a petulant child. “He almost smiled last time.”

“Smiled?” Megaera couldn’t imagine it. Maybe back when Persephone had resided down here, though her memories of that time had faded long ago.

“I know.” Zagreus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up further. “Well, I’ve kept you waiting long enough, haven’t I?” He glanced at her, eyes crinkling slightly. “I don’t suppose you’d go easy on me, just this once?”

“Never,” she replied immediately.

“No hesitation. Thought so.” Zagreus laughed, though he didn’t sound put out. Slowly, he rose to his feet. “Then the hard way it is.”

It was impetuous. Megaera was many things, but she would never have called herself impulsive. Yet, before she could think about it, she abruptly grabbed his hand and yanked him back to the ground. His back hit the dirt and his head narrowly missed the pillar. There was probably a new bruise on him, one that would fade again once he died and returned to the house.

Zagreus groaned, rubbing his head. “What’s with the cheapshot?” he complained, wincing. When she didn’t answer, he turned his head and studied her. “Meg?”

Her nickname. One day, he’d disappear though those doors and she wouldn’t hear it again. One of these days, he might just not return.

Megaera was not a sentimental fool—that was Thanatos’s job—but she climbed on top of Zagreus, her fingers already shoving his tunic away. Not that there was much to move at this point, his clothing was like scraps barely held together. When he opened his mouth, she glared and barked, “Don’t ask.”

“Don’t ask—” Zagreus flinched as her cold fingers brushed his collarbone, as she slowly lowered her head, her long hair draping over his chest. Her breath warmed his skin and he shuddered. “Wait, what—here?”

“I said don’t.” For once, she wished he was like he used to be, back when he had been an idiotic, callous godling who’d just shut up when she told him to. She wouldn’t have missed that Zagreus. She kissed his neck, her teeth grazing his skin.

Mine, she didn’t say.

Stop, she didn’t beg.

The hickey was dark. If by the time he found his mother, if he was still searching for a reason to come back, she hoped he’d see it and remember just who was left behind.

-x-

Thanatos couldn’t make Zagreus stay.

He wasn’t enough. He had never been enough. Thanatos had known this for centuries now. They had been brothers once, were lovers now, and yet none of these bonds were strong enough to convince Zagreus to stay. None of these bonds were better than that with a mother Zagreus had never met.

Instead, here he was in Elysium once more, making his way to the surface as relentlessly as Zeus or Apollo chased women. For once, Zagreus looked in good shape, with minimal injuries. The monsters weren’t doing their jobs properly. Maybe this time he’d finally make it to the surface.

A dull ache spread at the thought, but Thanatos was used to that feeling. He glanced around the open area. For once, paradise was empty, filled only with shallow pools of healing water and benches to rest on. Nothing that required Thanatos’s special skills, nothing that he had to help with.

He should leave.

“Than!” Zagreus called out, his voice anchoring Thanatos as firmly as a hand. “Fancy bumping into you here.”

It irritated him just how much of a hold Zagreus had on him. Even the godling’s voice was like a chain, keeping Thanatos tethered. Megaera had always been better at keeping a distance. With a sigh, he turned around and faced his partner. “Zag.”

Zagreus wiped the sweat from his brow. He smirked cockily, his arrogance always appearing in the worst ways. It was unfortunately extremely appealing. “Came to help again?”

Part of him wanted to shatter the sheer confidence that lay in that question, in the way that Zagreus smiled at him, in the way his lover’s hands were already brushing his skin. But he was weak, he had always been weak to Zagreus, and the best he could muster was a cold, “Obviously not.”

Not buying it, Zagreus laughed and patted him on the back. “Sure, whatever you say mate. Still, I suppose we got lucky this time. There’s nothing here.”

“With how you’ve handled your weapons lately, I suppose you’ll need the break,” Thanatos scoffed, though he didn’t shrug away Zagreus’s hand. It burned him as deeply as a brand.

“First Meg, now you,” Zagreus grumbled, crossing his arms as he glared at Thanatos. His expression was more playful than frustrated. “Admit it, you both just like talking down to me.”

“Talking down?” Thanatos rolled his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from continuing their little charade. “We are merely pointing out reality.”

“Right. Sure. I’m the one who has to fight my way up, unlike you two. And I’m barely even injured this time.” Zagreus gestured at his body, as thought that proved anything. Thanatos knew of the healing aid Zagreus received during his journey.

“Then I won’t have to carry your body down?” Thanatos asked lightly, faking nonchalance.

“It’s not like I plan to die.” Zagreus snorted. He bumped his shoulder against Thanatos’s and smirked. “Better you than Charon, though. His grip is always so cold.”

He wasn’t sure if he should be pleased or annoyed. “I could do without the extra work.”

“Again, it’s not like I want to die.” Zagreus sighed. Scratching his head, he scanned their surroundings. “Well, at least you don’t have to worry about that happening here. It’s been a while since I found a healing fountain.” He smirked. “Since there’s nothing to fight—”

Thanatos could read between the lines. He pulled his hood over his head. “I’ll leave.”

“What?” Zagreus lunged for his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Panicked, he blurted, “That’s not what I meant. I just thought we could take a breather here. Together.”

An odd, ticklish feeling coiled in his chest. Thanatos looked away. “Some of us have jobs, Zag.”

“You can still take a break. Charon can handle the load, and so can Her—” Zagreus paled and cut himself off.  Scratching his cheek, he weakly chuckled. “I mean, you have Charon. You can take shifts or something.”

Thanatos studied him. That was definitely not what he was about to say. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to push it. They had enough falling apart between them without exposing yet another secret. “We don’t have the exact same job.”

“Close enough.” Tugging his hand lightly, Zagreus guided him to a bench. “Come on. Just a few minutes.”

He should say no. As it was, he was backlogged, the expanding mortal world filled with more and more lost souls he had to ferry to Hades’ domain. Yet Zagreus’s hand was warm in his, his grip firm, his eyes beguiling.

Despite himself, he let his lover pull him onto the seat.

Despite himself, he stayed, their hands clasped, their feet skimming the fountain water. The cuts on Zagreus healed and his bruises faded. Thanatos smiled softly. That was better—he hated finding Zagreus injured.

Forcing a neutral expression, he gestured at Zagreus’s singed tunic. It was easy to tell what he’d gone through just by the burns and cuts in his clothing. “Lava again?”

“Asphodel is hot,” Zagreus defended himself. His shoulders hunched as he sulked. He trailed a toe through the water. “Sometimes it splashes. There should be guardrails down there.”

“Not everyone is as clumsy as you,” Thanatos chided, allowing himself to relax just a little. There was no one to witness this. There was nothing to fight. It had been too long since it had been just the two of them. He smirked, feeling slightly playful. “I’ve never had to pull anyone out of lava before.”

“That was one time and that was an accident.” Zagreus’s shoulder bump was less affectionate this time.

“That’s still one more time than anyone else.” Thanatos shook his head. “How’s the Hydra?”

Zagreus grimaced. “The usual. It’s not that bad, though the heads are a little too much. Still, I’d rather fight a dozen Hydras than have to deal with Theseus again. He’s so smug. And annoying. A smug and annoying bastard.”

Thanatos couldn’t resist the easy jab. “I could say that about someone else.”

Idly, Zagreus played with Thanatos’s hand. His fingers traced nonsensical patterns on his palm. “I’m not that bad. There are levels. He breaks the scale.”

“No…I suppose you are better than him.” They were falling into old patterns, old banter. It felt familiar. It felt safe. It felt like they were back in Nyx’s quarters, curled up together in bed. Thanatos had always felt most comfortable next to Zagreus, and however much their relationship had changed, that hadn’t.

“Oh, a rare compliment.” Zagreus’s touch grew more sensual and he smirked as Thanatos shuddered. He leaned closer, their eyes meeting. “And look, it didn’t kill you to give it.”

Thanatos couldn’t look away. “It could have killed you to get it.”

“Mmm, well, then you would just have to carry me home.” Zagreus merely leaned even closer, his breath ghosting Thanatos’s lips. His other hand cupped Thanatos’ cheek. “I was just thinking I wanted more alone time with you.”

Liar. If he really wanted that, he’d just stay put.

If he really felt that, he wouldn’t try to leave.

But Thanatos didn’t argue, didn’t do anything but close his eyes. Trapped in Zagreus’s embrace, he could only lean into his lover’s hand as they kissed. He couldn’t make Zagreus stay and he couldn’t leave with him. Wanting anything more than this moment was greedy, and that desire would only lead to heartbreak in the future.

In this moment, in this present, there was only this kiss, this touch, and Thanatos didn’t have the strength to leave.

-x-

Zagreus was afraid he would never want to leave.

It was easy to say otherwise. Especially in front of his father, with his deriding taunts and angry threats. Especially in front of Nyx, with her gentle guidance and constant worry. Whether it was hate or love, Zagreus knew how to put on a brave front. There was no reason to turn back.

It was much harder to say that lying in bed, entangled in Megaera and Thanatos. They surrounded him, their warmth enveloping him as they slept. There was an arm on his waist, another around his shoulders, and their legs were tangled like the Gordian knot. Someone’s breath tickled his shoulder. Hair brushed his ear. His hand was on something soft.

Like a butterfly under the glass, his lovers pinned him in place.

For all that he rebelled against his father, Zagreus didn’t mind the Underworld. He even liked it.

Which was a problem. Cocooned between his lovers’ bodies, Zagreus didn’t want to get off the bed. He didn’t want to go to the surface, he didn’t want to find his mother, he didn’t really want to do anything but lie here while Thanatos and Megaera clung to him. And for the two most standoffish people he’d ever met, they’d been clinging to him more and more these days, in the oddest of ways. Their kisses tasted of desperation, their voices trembled with untold regret, and an unknown fear burned bright in their eyes.

No, not unknown. He had the same fear when he looked in the mirror. Perhaps that was the worst part—there was nothing he could do or say to ease their worries. He couldn’t promise he’d return, he couldn’t swear to stop, and those were the only things that would reassure the pair.

Everything had changed the moment he learned the truth. And everything would change again when he found his mother. For better, for worse, only the Fates knew, but change it would. Even their feelings could change, though he didn’t like to think of that.

Zagreus huffed, blowing a stray bang away from his eyes. Megaera stirred slightly—she’d always been a light sleeper—before nestling into his arms once more. Thanatos snored softly, his expression entirely unguarded for once. For a moment, everything was peaceful.

He tightened his grip on them, burrowing deeper into their embrace. For a moment, he would pretend that it was before, that Nyx was still his mother, that he didn’t have a purpose, that he was just the clumsy son who couldn’t handle his father’s affairs.

That he didn’t have a reason to leave, and two more to stay.

Just for tonight, he would pretend that he only belonged here, to them.

#thanmegzag #hades game #zagreus #megaera #thanatos #hades #fanfic #five billion years late to the fandom with a starbucks

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[Part 7, with a time skip. AFAB Bestie x Leon continues to burn slowly, or will the jump in time change that? Who knows? Not me lmao. These things have a mind of their own. This might need a content warning or tags, but I'm not sure which ones, so ask me to tag anything you think needs to be, please and thank you < 3 ;3]

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The years fly by. Before you know it, it's already 2004. The world has changed, thanks to terrorist attacks of all flavors and natural disasters and, most simply, the passage of time. That's the thing about time. It keeps moving forward, and nothing stays the same.

Well, except your friendship with Leon, as far as you were concerned.

That's what you tell yourself. Best friends don't have to spend time together or call each other that often. They don't have to keep up with your life. They don't have to let you know when they're back from a trip overseas so you know they're still alive. They don't need to tell you they're coming over or warn you that they look like hell.

Of course, you understand why your friendship is so hectic, so unusual, so unpredictable. It's not by choice. Not yours, and certainly not his. You've known this for nearly six years now. He's essentially enslaved to the government in their war on bio-terrorism. You survive one such event, you're forced to face more, apparently. They forget you're human, use you as a tool, and then you die in the fight or lose yourself because of it, or maybe even both.

Leon only ever wanted to be a cop. A good guy, like the officer who saved him on the night his family was killed. He never asked for his first day on the force to be his last, or for a zombie outbreak, or for monsters that weren't just wicked humans to exist. He didn't choose this. This isn't living. This isn't even survival. This is weaponizing, dehumanizing. Taking the man out of a warrior so only the perfect weapon remains.

In these past few years, you came to a decision, one that would hopefully help Leon in escaping his horrible life and bring him back to one that's more normal, more safe, more domestic.

You went back to school, this time studying law. Were you planning on becoming a lawyer? Maybe. At the very least, you wanted to know enough about legislation that you could pull something together to file a lawsuit against the government for what they did to Leon. You kept this plan to yourself, knowing someone would try to dissuade or criticize you.

Leon especially couldn't know, not after what happened the one and only time you'd ever been taken into government custody. He'd never let you attempt this if he knew. So all you would tell him was you were in college, never revealing what you were studying by passing it off as boring stuff he wouldn't care about. He learned to stop asking, though you doubt he stopped being curious about it. You just hoped he respected your privacy enough to avoid using craftier ways to find out what you're doing. He wouldn't sink to the same level as the officials who spied on him, right?

Nah, he had too much integrity for that.

You might sometimes feel like you don't know him as well as you once did, but you know him enough to know that much.

-_-_-_-_-_-

Leon calls you one day out of the blue to tell you he's about to head out on a mission. He rarely ever shares this kind of information with you, so immediately you're worried why he's doing so now. He can't give you many details. All he can say for sure is he'll be in Spain looking for someone. If that's all, why is he calling? He's not sure. There's this feeling he can't shake, one that urged him to contact you, even if there's not much he can say.

Well, that's just great, you think sarcastically.

What can you do?

The only things you can think of are to wish him well and hope he makes it back in one piece, and that his mission is successful. Will he please call you when he's home safe? He hesitates to answer. And yes, you purposely used "when" and not "if," because he will make it back. He has to.

After a few more seconds of hesitation, he promises to reach out to you as soon as he's able, pending any paperwork or debriefings he would have to do upon his return to the States. He wishes you luck with your studies, remembering you have some important exams coming up in his absence. You're surprised. You haven't mentioned your schedule in months, yet Leon remembered that? The call is over before you can say anything about it.

That night is plagued with nightmares, much of which you don't understand. Dreams of death, parasites, black veins and blood red eyes, monstrous abominations...Where did such imagery come from? You've never seen anything like it. Has your brain been watching horror films without your knowledge?

The worst part is when your nightmares decide to either have Leon killed or turn him into one of the monsters. It's the stuff that has you jolting upright, your throat sore from all the screaming you were apparently doing. You wonder why your neighbors aren't banging on your door or calling the cops to check if you're being murdered. You don't remember everything of the dreams, as is the nature of them, but what you do leaves you with an upset stomach and no desire to try to sleep again.

These nightmares repeat every time you so much as doze off, warding off any chance of rest you have before your exams. You supplement with caffeine. Coffee, soda, energy drinks, you name it. Anything--legal, of course--to keep you awake. Everyone who knows you can tell you're not doing your best, but the side eye you give them through the dark circles causes them to think twice before asking about it.

The stress of every little issue in your life and his starts attacking. God, you just wanna tear your hair out. Or cut it all off. Or maybe dye it some ridiculous color and then cut it. You feel like digging your nails into your skin until you bleed. Or biting your skin until you taste copper. You want to just scream, but even the longest and loudest wouldn't be enough.

It's too much. It's all too much...

When you're not at work, in class, or doing homework, you're curled up on your bed in the dark, eyes wide open, on high alert. Why? If you knew that, you'd take care of the problem. You just feel everything and nothing at once. The silence is deafening, darkness suffocating, but noise and light won't make anything better. Why is this happening? Why can't you make it stop?

Leon has gone away on plenty of missions before. That's been his mandatory obligation since he survived Raccoon City. You've always been concerned. Hell, if you weren't, you would be a terrible friend and certainly couldn't call yourself his best friend. But this is new. This is sickening, debilitating, all-consuming. You fear the only cure might only be the man himself.

But what if he doesn't come back this time?

Or what if your nightmares are some kind of premonition, and he returns as a monster?

The very thought has you sprinting to the bathroom, collapsing on your knees in front of the toilet. Nothing comes of it, just dry heaves. It's still enough to knock the wind out of you. You fall onto the cold tile floor, trying to catch your breath. Where's rationality when you need it? Of course Leon wouldn't come back as a monster. He'd sooner--

No, you cannot let yourself think of that.

He already admitted to you in the past that he considered it before he met Sherry during the incident. In that little girl, he saw himself, and he found that he was in the same position as the officer who saved him on the day his family was murdered. If he was gone, what would become of Sherry? Yes, Claire was competent and cared for the girl as if they hadn't met just that day, but could she have protected Sherry from the government once they discovered she had the G-Virus in her? Even with her brother Chris, the BSAA golden boy, he doubted they could've kept Sherry from becoming a federal guinea pig...and eventually a weapon, like he was now.

Suicide is a last resort for a man like Leon. It would take a lot to make him turn the gun on himself.

Being infected and running out of options for a cure might be...

-_-_-_-_-_-

You black out, only aware of this because of the black sky on the other side of your bathroom window. Your body feels so heavy as you pick yourself up off the floor. Dread hangs in the air like a fog. How long have you been here, anyway? Logic would say only a few hours, but you've lost all ability to perceive time, so for all you know, you've been there for days. You should go downstairs and check the television to figure it out.

Walking is harder than it should be. It's like you're drunk, but also hyper-aware of every step and feeling weightless. Or maybe just lightheaded? You don't know. You didn't hit your head on the toilet or something earlier, did you? There's no pain or blood, so probably not. You should take a look at yourself in the mirror when you have a chance, which will be after checking the news.

Sure enough, you didn't black out for days, just a few hours. Breathing a sigh of relief, you quickly turn the television off again and head back to the bathroom to check your head for injury. You find none, but you hardly recognize yourself in your reflection. Only a day or so of Leon being gone on this mission and you look like death. If Leon does--

When! When Leon comes back...If he sees you like this, what will he think? Will he be reminded of how shitty you looked when you thought he was dead in Raccoon City? You feel almost as bad as you did then during that month of pointless grieving. You wouldn't want to remind him of that horrible time on top of the trauma he's no doubt suffering "for the people."

But there's nothing you can do to change your face. You don't own makeup, and even if you did, you wouldn't know what to do with it. You never bothered with that stuff. What was wrong with a natural face, anyway? You never minded the acne or blemishes or any of the shit that came with puberty. Leon didn't, either. He always commented on how pretty people were when they weren't trying to hide themselves behind artificial "beauty." It's why, whenever he flirted with anyone, he'd compliment people on their natural appearance, not something they were wearing.

But maybe times like these are exceptions to hiding. If you don't want to worry Leon if--when he returns, it would be helpful if you knew how to use those products to mask your troublesome features.

It's a moot point now, at this stage of your life. Twenty-seven is a bit late to be trying to learn a skill many girls pick up in middle school. It's also late at night and you're in no condition to be driving to the store or going out in general. You'll just have to accept this and hope you'll be able to sleep without dreaming at some point in the near future, which will hopefully be before Leon sees you again.

You get a sense of déjà vu as you hear knocking at your front door. As you go to answer it, your heart races, thumping so loud that it's soon the only thing you can hear. All the sick feelings from before come rushing in as your mind decides to keep pace with your heart. What if it's someone else coming to tell you Leon was KIA, or worse, infected with some new biological weapon that meant he had to be put down? What if it's someone who wants to hurt Leon and is targeting you to do so? What if it's just a pizza delivery boy who got the wrong house and you're getting worked up over nothing?

There's only one way to know.

Your palms are sweaty as you unlock the door and twist the knob. When you see the other side, it's like time has frozen, or maybe it's the two of you that have been frozen in an instant.

His name lingers on your lips, but you can't give it a voice in time. He's already moving in to wrap his arms around you, squeezing so tight, as if you might disappear. As if you might disappear. He's the one always leaving. You should be hugging him this hard, not the other way around...

Something warm and wet hits the back of your neck. Oh, no...Leon.

"You look like shit," he mumbles, no doubt trying to lighten the mood so you won't point out the obvious.

You give him a halfhearted chuckle, unable to find the words to respond. It's so like him to do this. He knows he looks just as bad if not worse but he doesn't want you worrying about him. Not any more than you have already.

You pull back from the embrace just enough to see the face he's trying so hard to hide from you. His bangs still block his beautiful blue eyes, but you can see the tears streaming down from them, the ones that hit your skin. With one arm still firmly around him, you reach up to gently wipe them away. He quickly snatches that hand, a little rougher than he meant to, only to raise it to his lips, softly pressing them against it.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

His voice is muffled since he doesn't release your hand. "I'm alive."

"Leon, that's not--"

"The mission was a success."

"Leon--"

"I'm still me."

In frustration, you start crying. He doesn't answer your question the way you want, but you know it's not his fault. He's not okay. He hasn't been in years. Because of that, it's enough for him that he's alive, successful, and still himself. You wish your standards for his well-being could ever be that low.

"Can I...Is there anything I can do for you?" you ask after a moment.

He gives you a weak smile. "No, sweetheart. Just...You're more than enough. All I need is sleep...and maybe a shower."

You had no plans on commenting on it, but it's true. Leon stinks. Smells like death. He's still in his tactical gear, which explains it. What, did he get off his plane or helicopter or whatever and immediately come here? Shouldn't he have gone back to base for debrief and reporting and whatever paperwork might need to be filled out? Or maybe he did all that and just...decided he wanted to see you as soon as possible?

You give your assistance without him asking. An empty basket for him to put all his gross clothing into. A fresh towel and wash cloth. Some clothes from nearly six years ago when you secretly had him living with you for roughly a week. He's gotten much more muscular since then, so everything's a bit of a tight fit, but he doesn't mind. Beggars can't be choosers, and he put himself in this situation, so he can't complain.

As you're about to direct him to your bed--you'd never ask him to sleep on the couch and the guest bedroom isn't ready for him--he says your name in that tone of voice. The one he uses when he needs your comfort. The one you can't deny. The one that has you crawling into bed before him and assuming a familiar position, letting him climb in and cuddle up beside you, resting his head on your chest as you begin to run your fingers through his damp hair.

"I've missed you," he says.

"I've missed you more," you say.

He chuckles. "Impossible."

You could argue, pointing out how much he's changed over the years while you've stayed relatively the same. You've missed him and you miss the person he used to be.

But you won't say that.

You won't say anything.

You just let him drift off to sleep in the comfort of your arms, feeling his heart rate drop and his breathing slowly turn to light snores. Your own eyelids grow heavy. You try to fight it since every time you've slept recently has been plagued with those horrid nightmares, but it's futile. Your fatigue has caught up to you and won't let you go now that Leon has returned.

And so, you sleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

You oversleep, in fact.

It's past noon when you finally open your eyes. You're alone in your bed, but not the house. The television is on and you can somewhat hear it through the walls. Not enough to understand what's being said, but enough to recognize the source of the sound. Groaning, you force yourself away from the sheets and onto your feet, heading out into the living room.

Leon looks better than he did last night, but it's clear he didn't sleep as well as you did. You have no idea when he left your side. It's not the first time he's come over to share your bed and then left it while you were still asleep. He has nightmares and memories that attack him almost every night, thanks to all the trauma the world has put him through, and while he used to be able to sleep through the night at your side, that's become more of an exception than a rule. His face lights up a bit when he sees you, which causes heat to rise into yours.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," he greets as you take a seat at the other end of the couch.

"Hey yourself, handsome," you respond in kind.

"I ordered pizza. Didn't think either of us would feel like cooking. Should be here soon. And don't worry, I paid for it."

"Do you have--?"

"Yes, I have cash for a tip."

"Okay, good. Just checking."

Leon has his arms resting on the back of the couch, stretched out on either side of him. You glance at them out of the corner of your eye, noticing the various scrapes and bruises that weren't there the last time you saw him. Gifts from his mission in Spain, you assume. You can't see much else of his skin since the majority of it is covered with clothing, but you imagine under his tee and pants is even more damage of both the temporary and permanent kind. He doesn't complain about scars very often, though, joking that he's fine as long as his face remains unscathed.

Spain clearly beat the shit outta him, but he was alive and in one piece and no injury was too serious to keep him away from you. You wonder how his enemies looked by comparison. You know, as in, "If I look rough, you should see the other guy." Of course, odds are his enemies are dead and in many, many pieces, or else you wouldn't have Leon in your living room right now.

It took a year and a heavy night of drinking for Leon to tell you what went down in Raccoon City. He has never told you about any of his other missions and encounters with B.O.W.s because he couldn't and because he didn't want to. Will this one be like those, or will it be like the Raccoon City incident? You won't know until it happens, if it happens at all.

A flash from your nightmares occurs. You swear you see black veins on the surface of Leon's skin on his arms. Eyes go wide and you nearly fall off of the couch as your body recoils from him by instinct. He loses his smile, instantly concerned. You look back at his arm to find it completely normal and breathe a sigh of relief.

"S-Sorry, I just...I had a bunch of nightmares while you were gone and I...I thought I was in one for a sec," you explain.

"Nightmares?" He knows you rarely have bad dreams. Last time he recalls you talking about having them was when you thought he was dead. "Was I...in them?"

You don't want to say it, so you just nod.

"Damn, I didn't realize I was that scary."

"It's not you. It's...my stupid mind being mean to me."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"You wanna talk about your nightmares?"

His silence is answer enough. You take a deep breath and slouch, keeping your eyes closed. It's not that you don't want to tell him or talk to him about it. It's just not the time. He came back only hours ago. What if your nightmares had some truth to them and upset him? You don't want to risk it. Not this close to his return.

In one smooth move, Leon puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. It's so sudden and unexpected you don't even have time to open your eyes before it's over. Now he has you against his side, his hand idle by your hip, your head against his firm chest. You're so close to him you can easily smell your body wash on him, pleasantly mingling with his natural scent. His hold on you is tight, almost frightening so, but a light pat reminds you that he'd never hurt you intentionally. Even becoming a monster wouldn't change that...

Well, probably not, anyway.

"I'm here for you if you need me, sweetheart," he says, kissing the top of your head. "And even if you don't, I'm here, too."

"I'll always need you, Leon. You're my best friend."

He wants to joke about being your only friend, but refrains. You might not enjoy that one, what with how true it can be. To be fair, you are really the only friend he's had for his entire life, so he doesn't have much room to talk. You two are just a couple of lonely souls who find comfort in each other and very little else. He wouldn't have it any other way, if he's honest.

Without even thinking, Leon says, "I love you."

You think nothing of it, assuming it's platonic and somehow failing to notice how quick his heartbeat has become despite literally having your head on his chest.

"I love you, too, Leon," you say, and it's so casual it kind of crushes Leon's hopes and dreams.

Have you...finally gotten over your feelings for him?

Oh god, he hopes not.

But...

#dreamer writes #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #long post // #suicidal thoughts //

[liquidstar]

your ocs

BUT

in Re:Zero

how would they end up causing Subaru's deaths?

Omg that's such a fun question 😭😭😭 poor Subaru I'm about to kill him with ocs sorry

But here's what I think would happen:

In the case of Polaris I can see it being a fight caused by somekinda misunderstanding on her end and also on Subaru for being terrible at explaining shit. I don’t think she’d kill him on purpose through this but she does NAUGHT have good control over her powers so he might get an icicle through the heart or something. Typical day in the life and death of Natsuki Subaru though, who has been frozen like? 3 times? At least?

Saiph also can’t control his powers well once his sword is unsheathed- but it’s less so a case of physical control like with Polaris, and more so the kinda thing where the power overwhelms him and the more flames there are the less he realizes what he’s doing. So I’m picturing a scenario in which his sword is unsheathed for too long and Subaru is just caught up in either the fire or the sword. Preferably the latter, to be honest. 

Bella has a very strict NO KILLING rule so in her case I think it would have to be a pure accident. Not like the other two did it fully intentionally either but I was still thinking of fights against each other. Idk exactly what it could be in this case, maybe something like Bella swinging her weapon at a monster but it ends up dodging, and Subaru somehow ends up in the way before she can redirect the swing. In this case for Maximal Drama it would totally have to be the case that she managed to redirect it just enough to make it a much slower death than it would’ve been if she had done nothing. This is important bc it would fuck her up more to kill than him to die, at this point, and hes gotta see that. For the drama.

Al is probably the most prone to not listening to Bella’s orders, is the thing. Meaning that even if she has a “no killing” rule as the leader, he’d break it if he felt he had to. Subaru can come across suspicious at times, due to a variety of factors, and if Al believed him to be somekinda genuine threat and saw no other alternative. I mean he’s probably the only one who’d actually be willing to kill a guy on purpose really. He’s always been just a little bit unwell and whenever he decides to enter his shounen rival “villain” era maybe he’ll kill him again who knows. I will say though for the record that either way it wouldn’t be something he’d find any sort of joy or pride in at all, and ideally he’d prefer to avoid bloodshed at all costs. But, you know, he wants to protect people At All Costs too. And when weighing the lives of your friends vs some random sketchy dude… Sorry dude.

Also like the thing about Subaru is that he really wants to help people and sort of play therapist even when he’s clearly encroaching on sensitive territory. Mira is repressing quite a lot- If not outright deluding herself in a few ways. I think that if Subaru tried to scratch the surface of this mind palace of hers, she probably wouldn’t react well. If she has a mental breakdown it could fuck with the wind real bad, and would probably get worse if he continues to try to talk to her. Basically imagine something like the “choose me” scene (iconic) but wind instead of fire. And this time the person he’s talking to is not listening at all but closing herself off further, air ball style. So there’s not really any escaping the winds, he’d either get swept away by them or hit by something and that’d be that. If you wanna get a bit darker with it she could end up using all the air present to create her “bubble” and there’d be no oxygen around so he’d just suffocate.

Felis kills him for knowing someone with the same name as her. She has to be special. The end. (Joke answer. They'd actually probably love each other lol)

#finn's ocs #im not putting it in the main rz tag since its moreso abt them than that

[connecting-the-stars]

Children of the Gods: Beacon Hills’ Demigods

Scott McCall - Child of Apollo

Being the son of a wise, stubborn, and golden hearted mother, Melissa McCall has raised her son in her values. Always being the first to intercept danger from be falling another, a steady hand which has mastered the art of healing, and shines his warm, protective presence upon his friends. He’s more like his father than he’ll ever know, being the blood of healing, light, and an unyielding shield for the young.

The Mom Friend. His job is to pack everyone’s lunches and hold his friends drinks at parties.

Stiles Stilinski - Child of Athena

What he lacks for in social elegance and all around sure steps, Stiles makes up for with his sharp tongue and determined beyond measure mind. If there is a way, the demigod will whittle his crafty hand through to achieve it. What many assume to be as clumsy as he is in his daily routine, his enemies soon find a stiletto posed against their jugular. Monsters have to scrap their bull headed approach if they want a chance of killing this son of Athena.

He’ll trip over air but he will use a pencil to disarm you. His job is comedic relief and Shiny Knife.

Lydia Martian - Child of Aphrodite

Is she the crimson apple of every classmate’s eye? Yes. Does she have the highest GPA among every single one of her courses. Also yes. Whether it’s tutoring her friends through their trigonometry and calculus assignments, or handing out advice on how to turn guys down, Lydia is a woman as adaptive as a promising Athena child could be. Though, she is keenly aware of how effective pleasure and beauty can be when wielded with a charming smile.

She’s so Barbie. High Achiever. Speaks Facts.

Malia Tate - Child of Ares

She can and will kick your teeth in. Why? Maybe you insulted Stiles’ fast paced and ranting speech patterns, or cut Kira in line for stupid cafeteria mashed potatoes. Or maybe you just smiled wrong when she revealed her score on the latest exam, ending with some blood getting on the crumpled stack of papers, somehow. With a unrelenting and one track mind, Malia’s bloodline isn’t that hard to track, especially when she catches even a whisper of the latest monster attack. She’ll be out the door of her algebra class before the doors have swung close.

“You don’t get to bully them, that’s my job” Friend. Tried to teach Liam how to fight - he’s nearly died twice. Barbie if Barbie was feral and had an axe.

Kira Yukimura - Child of Hephaestus

Daughter of the Greek god of artisans, metalworking, and fire, Kira is a shining prodigy among the her siblings. Taken with the art of metal work as she shapes searing metal into beautiful, deadly effective tools. Her fondest achievements becoming her versatile supply of weapons, gleaming obsidian, shurikens as well as her steady sword. If her arm is decorated with three bracelets of various blinding reds, five detailed rings across her hands of neon yellow and her ears have one too many cuffs that are definitely about to fall off, she’ll tell you she’s just really into jewelry right now.

Doesn’t choose sides in a debate friend. Will do your homework if you let her. Show Off but Subtle. Metalwork Barbie who can and will talk to you about all her weapons.

#see you there in the storm #i love them all #they are juniors in college and Liam is their adopted freshman #they show their care in different ways #Malia is trying to help and Liam is trying to not be gutted #they’re learning…slowly #Stiles and Lydia gossip together #Kira and Scott are the resident couple that everyone loves and is also envious of #Scott is the mom friend come and argue with me #said with love: look at all those chickens #im normal about them i swear #thoughts aloud #fic wip #charcter concept #character concepts #teen wolf au #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fanfiction #SYTITS fic #SYTITS #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #malia tate #malia hale #kira yukimura #teen wolf characters #teen wolf x pjo #thiam fanfic

[undead-merman]

Grootslang Belphegor and Diavolo as yanderes with GN-Reader SFW

Belphegor

Appearance 

Grootslangs are a dangerous and rare creature. So being able to see one is a miracle, but living to tell the tale is near impossible. And Belphegor is one who is happy to continue that trend.

 Standing at eight feet tall and with many features like a naga, Grootslangs have scales all over their skin, Belphegor’s are a deep purplish gray. With patches over his back, arms and legs, he has ventral scales from under his chin down to his crotch. 

The most noticeable feature is the fin crest that goes from a human’s ears should be, and connects down at their shoulders. The membrane stretched between them is a bright violet standing out against the colors of his home. 

His mouth is filled with sharp teeth and a set of fangs that are orc-like, the bottom set of tusks are long and curved upward while the top are like snake fangs. They can produce a vile venom that’s more acidic than venom melting even through rock and diamond. 

His arms and legs are covered in thick scales and tipped with fang-like claws that cure just like his own snake fangs. 

And his tail is much like a snake in itself with a maw at the end capable of pinning prey down and holding it so the rest of his body is free. The tail is also capable of producing venom it cannot chew or eat.      

Life in the bottomless cave

Belphegor lives deep in a cave that is claimed to be bottomless. It used to be filled with workers mining diamonds before he ate or melted enough. Their constant picking and hitting stone was much too loud on his ears, it disturbed his sleep far too much. Honestly he should have eaten them sooner. 

His home is large and contains many of its own ecosystems which he chooses his prey from, including bats, other monsters, those delicious fish with no eyes. He has his favorites. Though he doesn’t go outside to hunt. He could but he has everything he needs in his home, and it's just fine with him.

He doesn’t do much besides eat and sleep, every once in a while when something wonders in he watches them, and when he gets tired of them he hunts and eats them, maybe flinging venom at them if they annoy him. He’s content with his life, he doesn’t want anything more than what he already has and he doesn’t wish for more either.      

Spending time with you

He finds you being tossed inside, he can hear the villagers arguing with you and when he sees you bound and with basic scraps of clothing he knows an exile when he sees one. 

He's entertained watching the three try to block you from leaving and he's even more surprised when you manage to break your ties and grab one of their weapons and beat them before the other drives you deeper inside. He likes the spit fire. 

And he adores it even more that when you run into him you still try to fight him with the gusto you fought your friends with. He can smell the fear. He can tell you know what he is. But you still fight. He loves it, it's almost cute. Plus you are attractive, and that's an added bonus. So he snaps your weapons and takes you. 

He doesn't care how much you struggle. He'll just hold you until you tire yourself out, maybe even sleep with you, pinning you against his body. 

It's like having a cat. So aggressive but you get all sweet when you're hungry. He likes having you beg for it, force you to give him affection or starve. He loves that look in your eyes when you're ready to just give up your pride for some uncooked fish. 

He comes to really enjoy the company. When he's not tormenting you and he gets to see your real personality he finds himself flushing at the difference. 

Still he'll provide more and more luxuries. Maybe something for you to wear that's not scraps. There's some animals with nice hides down here. He'll even get stuff so you can build a fire. But he won't let you have it too much since he likes having you rely on him for warmth. It's the best since he only releases some heat so you cuddle hard against him to take in as much as you can. 

Dark tendencies 

He likes to toy with you, to him you’re an enjoyable little plaything that has nowhere else to go, so you're forced to play his game to live. Plus you've been the only interesting thing around for eons, he’s not going to let you go just to go back to being bored. 

When you get ahead, finding a way to make clothes for yourself, he tears them on ‘accident’. When you find food, he tosses it away. When you make yourself a place to sleep he dissolves it. He wants you to be dependent on him in every single way. 

He likes sleeping with you, dragging you onto his chest if you're good, or coiling you in his tail when you annoy him. You’re his little toy to nap with. 

There are moments where if you please him, he might even let you see the sun. Humans can get sick if they don’t see it and he doesn’t want you to get sick or anything like that. So if you’re extra good for him he’ll take you out to enjoy the sunshine. He never thought that he’d come out here just for some human, but it is what it is. Try to run though? He’ll make sure you can’t for weeks after.    

Diavolo

Appearance

Diavolo is a legendary beast, some claim he’s the first grootslang as his size compared to the other dwarfs them. He stands a mighty twenty feet tall and is more than capable of crushing other grootslang under his claws. 

He’s described as bursting from the earth itself as his scales are like cooling magma and volcanic glass. 

His crest fin is a ruby red, large and almost hypnotizing to look at. Though perhaps that's the beauty in such deadly creatures, how they can have the most beautiful features but seeing those can result in an untimely and gruesome death.

His teeth are long and an onyx black, his bones are all black and his teeth reflect that. His venom is just as deadly as the others capable of melting most anything it comes in contact with.

His claws are capable of piercing skulls and he doesn’t even need the grip straight behind it, they are simply long and sharp enough to do so. His tail can even pick up humans and snap them in half.       

The original beast 

The gods who created him feared him, and had taken his kin and ripped them apart before his very eyes, they made them into beasts that were shells of their former selves, empty eyes that would look at him without a hint of recognition other than fear that he may devour them. 

He’s hidden from the gods below the crust of the earth, fearing what they might do if they find him. He’s thought about raging war, but what was the point if everyone else was gone? So instead he lived on for them.

The insides of the earth are lonely, fantastical, but treacherous and lonely. You must be cruel to survive, lucky he’s strong enough to be as cruel as some have to be. 

He’s made himself a nest with things that end up down here and he’s learned of humans through their strange items, he’s become slightly obsessed, he’s found books and nothing about them says they can be strong, flat teeth and claws yet he’s seen them advance overtime.    

Spending time with you

He's not sure how you ended up falling so deep and still survived with no broken bones. He has seen his fair share of human bodys who have fallen, you sure are a lucky one but you looked like a drowned little rat.

Depending on how you react he can really just fall head over heels for you, should you be curious about him he’s flushing and laughing. He never thought another creature would care to know about the remnants of a creature long forgotten by time and the world. 

If you're scared he understands, everything is, and tries his best to help calm you down and figure out what happened. You were hiking with your friends when they had found this place that seemed to go into nowhere, there was a small waterfall going in there and they were curious, you slipped and not sure how you ended up here. He’s not even sure where you came from. 

He’ll take you under his wing until he can find you a way back home. 

He finds a space that you can have that will keep you safe and warm as well as give you privacy. He even helps you fill it with stuff he’s found, old tables and chairs, even a sleeping bag or two. He'll do his best to help you out. 

But he also studies you. Depending on how comfortable you are with him he might study you from a distance to see how your kind survived for so long. Looking at the way you carry yourself, eat, sleep and what not. But if you're fine with him he happily plays with your limbs and looks over you. He's still blown away at the fact that you have nothing to defend yourself. Even your skin is soft. Though maybe you use cuteness to fight off your predators?

He asked you a lot about the outside world and you could tell he missed it. When you talk about the trees or the sky he seems to long for it, and hangs off your every word. If you ask he just shakes his head.

Most of the time he’s off trying to find your way back to the surface but as time goes along he starts spending much more time with you, even showing you some of the wonderful places down here, underground waterfalls and lakes, caverns full of gemstones, and even showing you creatures you would have thought came from another planet.    

Dark tendencies 

As he grew closer and closer with you he came to the realization that he doesn’t want you to go. He liked you, no he loved you. That’s the only way he could explain his need to be with you all the time. 

So he stops looking, sometimes hiding away to just watch you pretending to be helping when he’s really just watching you sleep or fiddle with that phone that’s been dead for so long. 

He also spoils you as much as he can so you don’t want to leave him either, he smothers you with affection, soft kisses where you’ll allow and hold and hug you for as long as he can, trying not to crush your tiny body. 

He actively tries to sabotage finding you way home, locking down cavern trails, gaslighting you when you take your own paths. He wants to keep you but doesn't want to scare you, so he’ll just let you lose hope. Don’t worry he’ll always comfort you when you get scared or frustrated. 

He’ll wait as long as he has to to make sure you realize that he’s the best, he'll take care of you for the rest of your life, or if he can manage, your bloodline for generations to come, if he can find them.. Or have them. 

#obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me monster headcanons #belphegor x reader #diavolo x reader #yandere belphegor #yandere diavolo #grootslang belphegor #grootslang diavolo #yandere

[shallowseeker]

Natural crisis points in The Winchesters character arcs and struggles

(Image from fangasm)

If it ever comes back for a short run or the characters appeared in later SPN incarnations, The Winchesters has a lot of built-in crisis points to power it forward.

I think overall, Robbie Thompson built them moderately well, because below are intrinsic qualities to each of them! He's good at building complex heroes, if he only has the time to follow through.

I. Fans as demonic forces

There are OG!fans actively rooting against it, which is VERY helpful for the writing team because such figures can immediately become an endless supply for bad-guy motives, villain monologues, demonic taunts, and dark mirrors.

Anyway, for characters, here's what I think:

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MAIN SERIES THEMES

#1 BREAKING: Everyone has a breaking point, and when you do, you humans...your edges are sharp. You'll cut each other into ribbons. Familial counter: So, we'll break! But we'll be there to help pick each other up again. Even if it hurts. Even if we bleed. #2 DESTINED IDENTITY: You are who I say you are. Because I'm the only one who really knows you. You were written to be what I say you are. Familiar counter: I am my own person! No matter what you say. No matter how you wrote it before. #3 HUMAN-ING WRONG/FIXING OTHERS: You think you can fix them. Classic blunder. You can't. They're unfixable. Miswired. They were just born wrong, you know. Always running into danger. "John is a lost cause, he'll always devolve into abuser," etc etc. Familial counter: Maybe people don't need fixing. Maybe they just need to be accepted. Maybe, sometimes, they just need support!

#4 PEACE OR FREEDOM: Which would you rather have, peace or freedom? Familial counter: Both!

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ALT MARY

Fear, powerlessness, destiny, entrapment, & the timeless Campbell classism of assumed stupidity

Go on, Mary. Trade your future for your blessed, blessed present.

No Mary Winchester in any timeline anywhere ever triumphed, because she is just too easy to trap. So are you.

You think you're a hunter? You're prey. Like an impala on the open savannah.

You're easily manipulated Mary, because you're just dumb, like all those backwoods Campbells.

We wanted the Winchesters for their brains, but we wanted you for your body. That's all you're good for. A weapon, a vessel.

("Stay present," was such an oft-repeated line for Alt!Mary. We could twist that into short-sightedness, I think.) ///

ALT JOHN

The worst version of yourself & the complicated gray of the Men of Letters; the arrogance of trying to be "the brains" and trying to be "lone wolf"

Become who you were meant to be.

I know who you really are, because I wrote you that way.

You're an abuser, a murderer, a bigot. It's your destiny.

You're just a soldier, a tool of war. A blunt hammer that hammers his own fuckin' thumb.

You're going to become the monster at the end of this book, John.

And the best part? You're going do it to yourself.

"I'm a John understander, you see."

So, go on.

Be all that you can be.

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CARLOS

Doomed to be alone and fearful of reaching out; you become embittered by the constant pain of loss; you're so pathetically needy

You say you won't play my game, but you don't even see how you're already playing it.

You don't want to be alone, do you?

You actually want chaos to stay together. What if I told you that hunting could be forever? Would you choose it? I think you would, no matter who it hurt.

You're the weakest link because you're so desperate and needy.

When you have your own chance of happiness, you can't even be happy for yourself; you're fundamentally broken (re:Anthony)

You're too busy steeling yourself for the loss that you ruin everything, so why bother wanting?

Might as well cut it out now before the love gets its hooks in you too deeply.

It's your foolish, reckless altruism that winds up hurting everyone around you. Irony's a bitch, ain't it?

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LATA

Violence is inevitable, even for you.

You're not a good person. That's just how you get through your day.

One thing writing taught me is that anyone can do anything if you know where to put the right amount of pressure.

And it's beautiful how desperately you want to be good, and yet every action you take always hurts someone.

Your hands aren't really clean. You like to watch, don't you? You're just a hypocrite.

You let innocents die, just because you wouldn't go against your principles.

Or, you know--your tragic cowardice.

Everyone around you succumbs to violence because you're poison.

So go ahead and have your cake and eat it, too, Lata.

I hope you choke on it.

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MILLIE WINCHESTER

"Sooner or later, everyone is gonna leave you."

How can you turn your back on your dream to chase your husband's shadow?

It's gonna kill all three of you before the show's over, you know.

You warned John not to go down this path, and now you're the one lighting the way.

Doing this won't bring Henry back to you, you know.

You weren't there for him.

When he walked out that door, he said I love you.

You were silent.

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ADA MONROE

Kill him. Kill your son.

I told you, Ada. Cute cuddly half-breed pups become the biggest, baddest wolves.

When push comes to shove, you know what's gonna happen.

You've always known that he'll turn.

He'll turn on you.

Would you rather your son die at the hands of a stranger?

If it has to be done, wouldn't you rather it be by your merciful, loving hands?

You can die with him if you like. An equalizer of sorts.

Or maybe...you think that if you become powerful, become successful enough, you'll have enough power to protect you and him. Control him if it comes down to it.

You can always try.

You'll never be powerless again, you say?

I'll take that bet. Don't say I didn't warn you.

#spnwin #core4 #core4 key traits #twc #the winchesters #alt mary #alt john #alt mary/john #carlos cervantez #latika desai #spn theme ideas #millie winchester #ada monroe #savethewinchesters #core4 + fate #core4 + personal struggles #core4 + breaking and healing together #spn prequel #supernatural

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Oh my gosh! I love Ceto so much! If you ever have time and if you’re interested, can you write a short interaction with any or all of the Octatrio? It can be a short snippet! I just want to see Jade (please make it Jade) so bothered and unsettled by her UM! Or have the both of them out in the forest collecting and harvesting their respective hobbies!

Ceto sounds so cute! I love her so much! Can she be my girlfriend? I wouldn’t mind staring into her mouth…

(Ignore that last part hahah, I’m just so in love with her)

Oh gosh! Just realized! Ceto means “sea monster”! Very clever hahahah

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aaaa thank you so much for liking her!!! she's the cutest and the creepiest. <3 she fits right in with the eccentric octavinelle trio. the tags you left on your reblog are also very true!! azul would absolutely capitalize on her um, weaponizing it for his own benefit. she likes to tease everyone by opening her mouth and seeming suggestive about it just to gauge reactions hehe. the twins are her favorite two to subject to this teasing. she's a menace through and through.

and her name does indeed mean "sea monster"! i took inspiration from the greek goddess ceto, who is the goddess of the dangers of the sea and sea monsters. essentially, ceto (my oc) is meant to embody that sort of unnerving fear of the deep sea and all of the horrors it can house.

stare into her mouth as much as you would like. she has many fun (scary) things to show you. <3 and she is everyone's girl-friend. ceto proudly proclaims that, by which she means she's everyone's friend who is a girl. aaaa she's silly and annoying just like jade, which is why he makes for such a good specimen to test her um on.

without further ado, please enjoy this small scenario!!! i think the idea of jade and ceto collecting things for their respective hobbies together is a fun prompt. i imagine they have the sort of relationship where they can tolerate one another on polite and friendly levels, but both know to tread lightly as they are deep-sea predators.

ceto steps across a fallen tree as if it's a tightrope placed precariously high, her arms outstretched to retain a graceful sort of balance. though she had initially come to search the forest for interesting insect specimens, she's done no such thing in the thirty or so minutes she's spent walking beside jade, who keeps his stare trained to the ground in hopes of finding a certain mushroom species. it thrives in this part of the forest, or so he had explained, his mismatched eyes alight with an almost child-like wonder.

she hops down from the tree just as the question leaves her lips: "do you know how many teeth make up an adult human's mouth?"

jade turns to view her with a raised brow. "thirty-two," he replies as if it's easy trivia.

she hums her approval and then taps a manicured fingernail against her cheek. "compared to our mouths, that's not a lot of teeth."

"i suppose not, no."

"that's too bad." she twirls slowly, moving as if acting out steps in a one-partner waltz. it's a strange sort of whimsy that pairs well with the bright musicality in her tone. "many teeth make mincing meals easier!"

jade hums his acknowledgement, flipping through a guidebook for visual reference. ceto peers past him, brows furrowed. they've walked deep enough to have come across all kinds of fungi. she wonders what's so special about this specific species. maybe it's like a butterfly: fluttery and difficult to catch. beautifully fragile. although in jade's case, it's likely prized for its use in a terrarium or a dish and not how pretty it will look pinned to a board. maybe it's the poisonous kind. maybe it's the kind that looks poisonous but is really just innocent. an expert mimic. she can never determine which jade will choose to gather next.

"having lots of teeth is nice. if they break or fall out, we can just grow more. humans only get two sets, so they don't have the luxury of endless teeth."

"it's rather unfortunate, isn't it?"

"very much so!" skipping ahead, ceto falls into step beside him. "it's a shame, really."

jade chuckles. "if i may ask, why have teeth left you so fascinated?"

"i was just thinking. when i open my mouth, most recoil in surprise or fear. but human teeth are beautiful and terrifying all in one, yet no one discusses it as often as they do our teeth. i recently learned that the human jaw is powerful enough to bite through fingers." she feigns a shudder, her voice wavering with faux fright. "humans are scary."

"i would hope so, otherwise they wouldn't be very worthy of the title 'predator' now, would they?"

"no, not really." she folds her arms behind her back, humming once more. her feet deliberately carry her further until she stops, pivots, and stands directly in front of jade. his gait halts, and he looks at her quizzically. "for us, the idea of chewing through finger bones is fry's play. it's not very unsettling."

his eyes narrow.

"and so i've been wondering something lately—with all this talk of teeth and fear." a sharp smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "just what is the jade leech afraid of? because you exist in lots of nightmares, but you don't seem to have a nightmare of your own."

she steps towards him, and he allows it. ceto knows he's not a fool. he could draw his magic pen, use brute strength to force her into submission, but he doesn't. he watches carefully, assessing her every movement. a coward waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"i've considered dozens of phobias and none of them seem to suit you. but i know you're not fearless. no one is. and for someone who can carve the truth from others with a single stare, i'd like to do the same. if you'd be willing to indulge me, that is."

jade smiles thinly, aiming to remain effortlessly composed, but he's looking right into her open maw, right at the alluring luminescence in the back of her throat. and perhaps it's because it delights ceto so that he does it, or perhaps it's simply because he cannot force himself to look away no matter how hard he tries. she's something of a shipwreck: brutal and cruel, yet tragically hypnotic. and were her voice that of a siren's scream or the merry cries of phantom sailors, he would be thoroughly ensorcelled.

"you're too good at masking your anxieties, jade. it's almost unfair."

the forest falls away then, patches of vibrant greenery and beaming sunlight gradually swallowed by an encroaching pitch-black void. ceto's eyes widen with anticipation, flashing a predatory pink.

"so let's find out what your nightmare is together, shall we?"

with a resonating finger snap, darkness descends all at once, leaving jade in a frigid pit of gloom with a lurking horror.

#— terminal writes #— passenger : ceto #— passenger : devintrinidad #jade returns to octavinelle looking so exhausted #and floyd sees him and is like 'anglerfish got to ya huh?' #ceto tried to use her um on floyd once and he hit her with bind the heart #and ever since then she's never tried again :) #also it's unrelated but i just realized ceto would be way too into the fnaf lore #yes she *is* showing up to the fnaf movie in her best suit #sister location is her favorite fnaf game <3

[autixel]

Please tell me about your Dresden files head cannons and such like pls I need some one to talk about him with

:O

Alright so. I didn't really think of much for Murphy, like my main issue is whatever Harry and Murphy had romantically going on, I don't really have problems with her as a character. And this is my first time doing headcanons so the formatting is off.

Marcone:

Actually kind of a bastard. He's friendly with Dresden because in the long run it's convenient. Convoluted convenient but Marcone keeps playing the long game.

I really don't think his sexuality matters to him. He has bigger problems. Life-forms are chess pieces to him. If he wants to be successful both on earth and in the never-never, it isn't really useful to contemplate that part of him.

Marcone has kinda had it with Dresden, on the outside he's so professional and so collected. I think it's customer service.

(honestly why does Marcone act vaguely flirty with Dresden? There has to be more reason to it, based on Dresden's descriptions of him (even tho Dresden is an unreliable narrator...))

Is the cold, calculating, magnificent bastard we think he is, and take it some steps further.

If I were to completely ignore canon I would say that Marcone deep down is really anxious. Maybe he shoots up from bed some nights in dread from dreaming about how badly his new enemies could plunge Chicago, the States, and the entire world. (Hehehe and he doesn't know what else would make everything so much worse). Do you think he ever gets that way?

A GINGER. HE HAS RED HAIR AND I REFUSE TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE. HE'S GRAYING GLORIOUSLY.

Murphy:

How often does she question God? How far does her faith go?

90s pop enjoyer

THAT'S ME IN THE CORNER

THAT'S ME IN THE

SPOT

LIGHT

LOSING MY RELIGION

I choose to believe that she has really badass scars, and also retrospectively embarrassing ones from battles.

Dresden:

Horny in the most inconvenient way possible.

Have you ever thought about what Dresden does with the non-human entities that come onto him? He. Says. No. Every single time. He's actually very interesting like this. He's dealing with creatures that use beauty as a weapon AND HE KNOWS IT. And because he's so lonely and touchstarved his libido is like hmmmmm potential...

I think if he were to just stop, no world to save, no one in danger from forces that he would be best against, no plots using him, he would realize how miserable he is.

So many times has he told his friends to blindly trust him even though he wants to tell them the full truth, and the guilt gets to him.

What he really wants in life is a safe place, a safe life with Maggie, Thomas, McCoy, Karrin, his other friends, and his magic. No monsters to slay, no Chicago on the verge of destruction, nothing out to harm him and his family. Just a calm, happy life.

When he loves people he really, really does love. He wiped out an entire species to save his kid. He held a torch so bright for Susan that their love still had an effect on him for over a decade.

Ignoring canon I would say that if he were real I'd beat him up. Idc if he'd wipe the floor with me I would add to the horrors inside his mind. I'll have to convene with the board (my irl friends) if I am truly that terrifying.

Mainly because I am sick of his love life idc idc he needs friends not this bs.

Mab:

Now you might be thinking, Autixel, what the fuck are you doing? Writing about Mab before Thomas? Molly? Any other more shown character?

But Mab is becoming one of my favorites and it's about how she rules.

I think one facet of her mindset is ends justify the means. She does what she must for the result that matters. This is why Maeve would have never worked. She didn't get that there is a bigger game to it all, or Maeve saw it and didn't care.

When she goes to the human world I kinda imagine her in some 1950s fashion, the sleeker dresses remind me of her.

(hehe rule of 3)

Molly:

Girlypop is getting on my nerves 🔪

There's nothing tremendously wrong with her I'm just sick of her crush on Dresden. Both need some hot cocoa and a good cry not whatever the fuck is going on.

Plays guitar, with her wintry promotion she can play an electric guitar, yippee!

I want to believe that she would have made my immortal levels of bad fanfic, maybe one got infamous and was never finished.

Where and who does she swing? Kinda getting pan vibes.

You cannot convince me that she didn't have a raccoon tail dye once.

Thomas:

Edward Cullen in the most derogatory way possible.

Bitchless but canon hates me :(

Hope that fulfills expectations :)

There's more thoughts in the tags

#autixel answers #autixel's writings #the dresden files #harry dresden #karrin murphy #thomas raith #john marcone #molly carpenter #I'm not going to bother tagging mab #i am very well aware that marcone's and dresden's hcs are disproportionate to the rest of the guys but it's mostly analysis #this was definitely an experience for me considering i have never written hcs before #i mainly write paragraphs/essays/fics stuff like that #there's so much to elaborate on for dresden and beauty against him but that's for another day #it was also interesting to have the mindset of what would i add and change about the story #because usually I'm the opposite; I don't really like breaking the canon if there isn't anything hugely wrong #but hcs usually just build on other stuff and that is new to me #amigo asks

[theresattrpgforthat]

Heyy, do you know any games about defending a place? Like a tower defense game

THEME: Tower Defense.

BEHORO, by Kai Medina.

“Throw me some pitch. If the Gods won’t have it, mortals will.”

BEHORO; the state of being surrounded by the absolutes of Beauty, Horror, and Rock. 

BEHORO is a 36 pg. tower-defense, map-drawing game about exploring the wilderness and expanding your mountain-rooted kingdom. 

You are the sovereign of the above-ground. A terrible, majestic place where your people will fight tooth and nail to make a livelihood. Your single goal is to keep them safe, while expanding out into the world to find a new way of living that runs past simple survival. Maybe one day you won’t have to combat the world for your right to emerge from the underground, and look out at the pitch-filled sky. 

This is a game about brutal combat in defense of one’s homeland, played with the help of a deck of cards. As events happen, you’ll add or change things on your map as you see fit, and even change the rules of the game to make it work for you. If you want a game with hope hard-fought for and ever around the corner, you might want to check out Behoro.

Chivalry, by Wyldlands.

Caught between magic and science, a powerful resource is depleting. Will you fight to the death, or handle things differently?

It's another battle TTRPG, this time with a full 52-item list.

Classes based off the world-renowned game of chess, this strategy battle game of capture the 'flag' is built for attacking your friends in this imaginary world. A world where only two kingdoms matter. Where a meteor struck years ago and now powers most of the nations. At a time when the almighty resource is dwindling. 

The lore of this game pits two kingdoms against each-other, one of which champions the power of technology, while the other flexes magical might. Regardless of which kingdom they represent, players will choose character classes reminiscent of chess pieces, which will give them different skills and abilities. Additionally, the game comes with an Item list, with each item represented by a card from a regular deck of playing cards. 

This game is best designed for outright combat, but the author recognizes that not all disputes need be solved by the sword. However, if your characters want to sneak into the enemy’s camp, or engage in a diplomatic debate, your table might have to put in a bit more work to make that possible. If you’re looking for something that specifically deals with defense, you can make one kingdom the aggressor, one kingdom the defender, and go from there.

Defense Engineers RPG, by Incitement Studio.

It’s simple. You are an engineer. You have something you must defend. Hence the name, “Defense Engineer.” There are people, monsters, and mech pilots who will try to break your defences. You will be paid for stopping them. Any questions?

You have your god-given Brawn, Brain, and ability to Build. You have a workshop full of tools, some broken electronic appliances, and an unnecessarily restrictive budget. Jerry Rig together as many traps, tools, and weapons as you can before you fall under attack!

Defense Engineers is an RPG where you play as an engineer who builds things to defend other things. Build whatever you want out of whatever you have on hand, and I do mean anything. You can make it work, no matter what! from something as simple as a wooden plank covered in nails to something as fantastic as a freeze ray made out of old refrigerator parts, your imagination is the limit! 

Defense Engineers rewards creativity more than anything else. Your character will have the ability to create whatever they need as long as they can make it out of the things inside their shop - but a turret built out of rubber bands is not only allowed in this game, it’s expected! When it comes to what exactly you’re defending, and what you’re defending it from, this is a decision you can make as a group. This also means that Defense Engineers can be used as a smaller game within a larger one. If you like games that give your character the ability to craft things, and you’re interested in making gonzo machines out of less-than-useful parts, this is absolutely the game for you. 

A Beast’s Burden, by Urania Games.

You are a magnificent creature of legend, a Beast of Myth … and you do not want to die. Unfortunately, this world is full of rabid hunters who are not willing to give you a moment of peace. So every day is a battle to survive, fighting to defeat those who would bring you down and transform you into a trophy upon their mantlepiece. Strike down the waves of incoming foes, and use the knowledge gained by defeating them to unlock the power hidden within you, the better to endure until tomorrow.

A Beast's Burden is a solo defense game which will enable you to select a legendary beast, generate waves of enemies, and attempt to triumph over them through tactical use of powers. Between each wave you will have the opportunity to upgrade your capabilities before heading out into the fray.

This game gives you, the player, a lot of freedom what kind of game mode you’re interested in. You can toggle the length and the difficulty level of the game before you set up your enemies, and you’ll use both a d4 and a deck of cards. You’ll play a Darken, a beast of legend, whom countless foes desire to slay. This is a great option for a solo defense game in which the thing that you are defending… is yourself.

Cows vs. Zombies, by Cezar Capacle.

It's the zombie apocalypse! And you are a cow!

The farmers are hiding in the Barn, so it is up to you and your sisters to save this place and live to chew another day!

This is a cooperative tower-defense tabletop game for 1 to 4 players. You play as courageous cows defending their home from a horde of nasty zombies.

It is not a roleplaying game, although there is nothing stopping you from impersonating your cow characters (in fact, that would be awesome).

It is intended as a rules-light filler board game to spend some fun time with friends and family, and have a laugh while eating some snacks.

This is less a role-playing game than a board game, but it’s a co-operative game that’s very light-hearted and includes special powers for each cow. The resolution system uses Caltrop Core, a roleplaying system that’s quickly becoming a popular choice for ttrpg players across genres. 

Aegis, by ErikTheBearik.

Climb into an exo-suit designed by an empire that actively hates you. Survive a world that's probably trying to kill you. Kill tyrants. Save people. Change things up. AEGIS is a love-letter tabletop RPG to LUMEN and looter-shooters like Anthem.

While LUMEN games first and foremost prioritize combat, some of their themes have more to do with defense than others. I consider Aegis to fall within this category because your characters have chosen to defect from a failing empire to protect citizens of a vulnerable world from forces far more powerful and better-equipped. 

This game has a few pages detailing the setting and history of the planet you’re working to protect, as well as a few sample enemies to pit your players against. On the player side, there are 4 suit options, with 5 special powers for each option. You roll randomly to determine your pilot’s weapon, and then add tags to modify it. Details like this allow for a wealth of character customization despite what feels like a restrictive set of options.

If you’re interested in space-themed stories of people doing their best to do right by folks who have plenty of reasons to distrust them, I recommend checking out Aegis.

#dnd #defense #combat #tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #asks #game recommendations

[goldentigerfestival]

The 30 day Tales challenge... in one post or else it would never get done!

Favorite Tales game: Legendia

Favorite Main Male Hero: Yuri and Senel

Favorite Main Female Hero: Kohaku

Favorite Side Male Character: Moses

Favorite Side Female Character: Stella

Favorite Canon Pairing: Senel/Stella + Shing/Kohaku

Favorite Non-Canon Pairing: how official is stahn/leon at this point i wonder

Favorite Opening Song: Destiny

Favorite Location: ??? idfk the entire Legacy??? I'll go with Werites Beacon for simplicity I guess. feels like home

Favorite Mascot: Giet. don't tell me he's not a mascot, I'm not listening. (and if you want to try having that discussion my answer is still the Oresoren so we're not getting far, are we)

Favorite Monster: ??? also dfk, probably something cute except i don't like hurting cute so i guess we're stuck

Favorite Boss Battle: UHHHH listen it hurts to say but Vicious; bc the raw emotion that went into that entire storyline ate me whole

Favorite Villain: since I'm avoiding antagonists here (such as Duke who aren't explicitly villains) and prefer to go full villain, Creed.

Least Liked Character: not opening THAT can of worms!!! :D

Your First Tales Game: boooo boriiiing. Symphonia like the other half of the western population. no fancy answer here

Your Favorite Scene: ??? I mean, there's... a lot I guess??? Stahn pleading with Leon moments before disaster??? Kanata crying that Vicious was okay and came back to them??? Moses saying literally anything ever in any scene ever??? the end of Innocence but when you choose Spada as your soulmate bc I'm a bias little fuck??? anything with Yuri and Flynn being happy together??? the entirety of Legendia???

Funniest Scene: idk but it either had Moses in it, Vicious in it, or it was Spada's "I can't believe you mixed up Frosty the Snowman with the Abominable Snowman"

Saddest Scene: Moses' Character Quest cutscene (if not the whole fucking CQ), moments during disaster with Leon, moments during disaster with Asch

Favorite Quote: a lot of stuff Vicious said ngl. can't think of nor pick one off the top of my head but every time he Gets Serious it's one of those and I fall in love further every single time. but if we wanna be REEEALLY simple? "Yeehaw". thanks, Moses. maybe Yuri has said something cool enough to get on the top list, but I'm not sure anything is trumping "yeehaw", and maybe that's equal to something Vicious said

Favorite Piece of Gameplay Music: Scutum - Decisive Battle. Pour one out for Rebirth having the fucking BEST battle theme ever.

Most Shocking Reveal: ??? I'm... not sure at this point. Giet??? was it Senel??? maybe Mathias and Ruca??? Ratatosk and Emil??? I kind of want to say Ratatosk and Emil because I remember being very impressed with the direction of the plot, in that the main protagonist/player character was actually the villain the whole time that the antagonist was trying to kill the whole time. definitely not a plot direction you usually get in JRPGs. Giet's story still hit like an entire brick building 100 storeys high falling on me though

Favorite One on One Fight: that was actually FUN??? uhhh idk Vicious against Kasque. what did you expect me to say???

Favorite Skit: way too many skits to have even a semblance of an idea. I'm going to assume it was either something related to Yuri and Flynn, Moses, Vicious, Spada or Stahn. that's about the closest I can pinpoint

Favorite Tales Spell: I don't... think I have one...

Favorite Tales Weapon: -bangs fist on desk and gets really obvious really fast- BLOOD SINS, BLOOD SINS, BLOOD SINS. after that the Swordians

Tales World You Want to Live In: honestly Legendia's and Graces' seem the most reasonably normal compared to the rest, but also shiny fingertips and Moses is a pretty solid Legendia

Favorite Animated Tales Series/OVA: (don't say rays don't say rays don't say rays don't say stahn/leon) probably First Strike if only because it focuses on Yuri and Flynn who I love, but Abyss' anime was very solid compared to the other Tales animated series that were just heavily condensed versions (or worse in Eternia's case, not even being relevant to the main story). like, I would not recommend the animated series to anyone prior to playing the game except for Abyss, which is the full major story and I have inarguably rewatched that anime more than I've played the game. I guess in terms of general animated, FS, but in terms of actual consistency to the game it came from and dedication it had in retelling the story faithfully without skipping 80 percent of it, Abyss

Favorite Tales Outfit: RICHARD??? HEEEELLO??? not arc F though that shit is too fruity for me. also Leon has VERY enjoyably bright colors that make him stand out and as a Very Deeply Definitely Not Obsessive Leon Enjoyer, I very much love that. Aegis also has a really nice outfit. Asbel's is pretty but definitely not Richard level of I'm obsessed with this look

Favorite Game Plot: -breaks everything in your room and your neighbor's room for good measure- TURN IT BACK ON NAMCO I'M PAST MY LIMIT SO I'M PROBABLY IN OVERLIMIT (Crestoria. it's that or I'm saying Legendia again. Innocence and Hearts both are really close runner ups tho!!! definitely the most unique in the franchise imo out of the mainline games and sadly confined to "nobody fucking cares about them and never did")

Favorite Game Ending: so that's got... layers. it really depends on the sub topic. I guess in terms of a happy ending, Graces (the Wii version specifically, getting Richard back. don't really care for the ending of arc F and lean more toward disliking it). in terms of a depressing fucking ending that makes me Very Upsetti, Destiny. there is literally nothing happy about Destiny's ending for me. like yeah we saved the world, but at a LOT of cost and it's just depressing. I've wanted to make a post about that anyway, but basically it's a type of ending they don't really make anymore (especially in Tales), and the emotional impact for me was a lot heavier than the other games, with Destiny 2 lingering right behind it. both Destiny games were just DEPRESSING, and no matter how bittersweet Destiny 2's ending was, it's still DEPRESSING. Vesperia at least had a more outright happy ending (that wasn't completely changed by a post game ending arc with a totally different ending) and I finally at that point didn't lose my favorite character to Certain Final Boss Death or Recurring Side Character I Came To Love Dying Unceremoniously and Undeserved. only a couple of top favorites actually came out of their games alive for me by Vesperia in terms of games I know + release timeline (to put it into perspective, by the time of Vesperia in release order (so not the order I played in bc I don't really remember the whole actual order at this point), out of all the games I know, my favorite character death toll was five to three survivors not counting Vesperia. still haven't played Eternia so I'm not counting that one). so I guess like, my answer is a whacky combination of Graces for the Wii, Destiny and Vesperia. maybe if Hearts hadn't killed my mans off then it could've had it all. 😔

#GTF Thoughts #GTF Things #Tales 30 Day Challenge #mainly doing this in case anyone has Same Hat Opinions and wants to talk abt them LOL #for number 22 it was also fun using his new form. normally one on one battles are either #annoying or just a nightmare. or just outright unwinnable by scripted plot (ex Senel and Melanie) #as far as ''canon'' ships go that's also a can on worms i am NOT opening until society can accept that gay ppl actually exist :) #anyway have i properly established my love for legendia now? for crestoria? for moses? for vicious? #i post abt them a lot less bc the amount of content out there for like #vesperia and abyss which i tend to post reblogs of most is WAAAAAY beyond higher #it's kind of like... the less i talk abt it and the less content it has... the more likely i WANT to talk abt it and LOVE it #i could talk to you about moses and spada ALL FUCKING DAY but most ppl haven't played either game or don't care for them #and also i usually stay quiet abt moses bc ONCE THOSE GATES ARE OPEN YOU'RE NOT SHUTTING THEM #moses leon vicious and spada are like... the ones i would love to talk abt nonstop forever #bc they're talked abt a lot less. leon IS popular even in the west but your average tales fan #is not going to know destiny/that it exists or have played destiny or even care to from my experience #i ramble abt what faves i can basically LOL but many of my actual top of the top faves are so obscure that like #i can't find ppl to talk to abt them. yuri is in a very very weird place with my faves #bc my technical favorite in that game is duke but yuri gets senel level position of fave mc #and is also Very Special to me so he's in a weird place as a favorite that #in some ways passes Actual Favorite Duke and in other ways doesn't