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[katsu-curry835]

Why Bisexual Jon Snow Could Work /srs

Jon Snow is bisexual and here's why.

Aight, I'm aware the queer rep in asoiaf is pretty eh for the most part. Sweets is cool, and Loras and Renly have a nice implied relationship but Dany and Cersei having gay sex scenes felt way more fetishized than actually meaningful representation, especially since neither character considers a romance with a woman. Because of this, I'm gonna say that while I think this could be a valid direction to take the story, I'm like 50% sure that GRRM won't write it. Then again, it's been so long between books that times have literally changed and FnB seemed to have a ton of queer relationships so who knows.

Ok, ok, so I've laundered my argument; we all know why we're really here. Jon Snow could be bisexual and that could be really important for the story. Why?

First and most obvious is that it's another parallel with Dany. Jon and Dany have had storylines that directly mirror each other, especially in books 3 and 5. Dany is confirmed bisexual by the narrative, since she has regular sex with her handmaiden Irri, although because of her position of power over her, she tries to limit them. And, as already mentioned, she never gets to be romantically attracted to a woman. Maybe that's coming in future novels, who knows, but all that to say Dany and Jon mirroring each other on the bi front is not inconceivable, especially when you consider that there is already evidence for Jon being bi.

I'm sure most of you deep into this discourse(?) have probably predicted that I'm going to talk about Satin. And if this story does go in the 'Irri' direction, Satin is definitely the candidate for Jon's male love interest. He's a former prostitute from Oldtown, which mirrors another of Dany's handmaids (Doreah I think) and he's Jon's steward, like Irri is to Dany. Other characters also seem to think that Satin has kinda slept his way up the ranks to being Jon's steward, confirming at least that this idea is in GRRM's head. I wanna take a look at a few scenes and see how they could imply a future relationship between Jon and Satin. Take a look at this fight scene between Jaime and Brienne (I promise this is relevant.)

"'Give me the sword, Kingslayer.'

'Oh I will.' He sprang to his feet and drove at her, the longsword alive in his hands. Brienne jumped back, parrying, but he followed, pressing the attack. No sooner did she turn one cut than the next was upon her. The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again. Jaime's blood was singing...

...The dance went on. He pinned her against an oak, cursed as she slipped away, followed her through a shallow brook half choked with fallen leaves. Steel rang, steel sang, steel screamed and sparked and scraped, and the woman was grunting like a sow at every crash, yet somehow he could not reach her."

To me this scene has always read as implicitly foreshadowing Brienne and Jaime's future romance. Words like "kissed" or "grunted" or "pinned her against a tree" feel implicitly romantic/sexual, even the way the scene is described as a "dance." Jaime even says at a later point "Might I have this dance my lady" to mock her. Of course there is plenty more in the story as a whole that foreshadows Brienne and Jaime having a relationship, but I use this as an example because I want to point out how GRRM sometimes writes a fight scene as romantic and sexual foreshadowing, or at least that can be how some scenes are interpreted. Now I want to look at the scene where Jon trains Satin.

"It's too heavy," the Oldtown boy complained.

"It's as heavy as it needs to be to stop a sword," Jon said. "Now get it up." He stepped forward, slashing. Satin jerked the shield up in time to catch the sword on its rim, and swung his own blade at Jon's ribs. "Good," Jon said, when he felt the impact on his own shield. "That was good. But you need to put your body into it. Get your weight behind the steel and you'll do more damage than with arm strength alone. Come, try it again, drive at me, but keep the shield up or I'll ring your head like a bell . . ."

This scene reads similarly to me. Words like "jerked," "rim," "get it up," even the one word sentence "Come," can read as sexual foreshadowing in a similar way to Jaime and Brienne if you are given context that Jon and Satin do end up together. In particular, "ring your head like a bell" reminds me of a scene where Gendry gets approached by a girl but rejects her advances.

"I'm named Bella," the girl told Gendry. "For the battle. I bet I could ring your bell, too. You want to?"

I would be remised if I didn't mention that Jon calls Satin pretty three times in the chapter where he's supposed to be engaged in a battle with the wildlings. Like yeah, that's a bit weird, why are you thinking about that now Jon. Or I could mention the fact that he described Satin’s voice swearing his words as being like song and that he could smell the fresh sweet oils Satin rubbed into his beard. Jon… buddy you got something you wanna say? I’m joking of course: you don't have to be queer to recognize another man's beauty. What I think puts this into perspective is if you compare this to how he describes Val, someone who it's generally agreed upon that he takes an interest in.

Here's a quote where Jon describes Satin:

"The boy claimed to be eighteen, older than Jon, but he was green as summer grass for all that. Satin, they called him, even in the wool and mail and boiled leather of the Night's Watch; the name he'd gotten in the brothel where he'd been born and raised. He was pretty as a girl with his dark eyes, soft skin, and raven's ringlets. Half a year at Castle Black had toughened up his hands, however, and Noye said he was passable with a crossbow."

Now here's Val:

"Val stood on the tower roof, gazing up at the Wall. Stannis kept her closely penned in rooms above his own, but he did allow her to walk the battlements for exercise. She looks lonely, Jon thought. Lonely, and lovely. Ygritte had been pretty in her own way, with her red hair kissed by fire, but it was her smile that made her face come alive. Val did not need to smile; she would have turned men's heads in any court in the wide world."

I mean, the fact that "pretty" is a word used to describe both Ygritte and Satin is a connection that I shouldn't need to point out the significance of, but I digress. If you actually compare these quotes, both look like neutral descriptions of someone's appearance in isolation, however in context, you have to ask why the author shows you this stuff. Why does Jon comment on how good looking both of these characters are so often? It doesn't seem like there would be any other purpose to these, again, repeated descriptions of both Val and Satin other than to highlight that the fact that Jon finds both of them attractive is important.

Again, none of this proves anything outright. I mention this because this is the sort of thing where if you reread the books with this lens, suddenly more things start to jump out at you, and it can read like obvious foreshadowing you missed. Like when Catelyn sees her reflection in some armor and comments on how "drowned" she looks. It doesn't mean too much on a first read, but when you know what happens to her, it's some clever foreshadowing.

Another big reason I think Jon getting with Satin might be important is that you can see it as a pivotal part of Jon's character arc, specifically Jon's sexual awakening storyline. When Jon first has sex with Ygritte, she's the one who initiates the interaction. In fact she has been doing that the whole time he's had her hostage, teasing him with advances and mocking him for his inexperience. In the famous cave scene, Jon's thoughts are how he wants to bang her, but also about how it would be in conflict with his vows. That's the main reason he never has sex with her until she incites it on her own; it's not because he doesn't want to. It's because he thinks it would violate the words he swore at the weirwood.

So Ygritte begins this part of his arc, and Jon discovers that he likes having sex, how original. But he still feels reservations about it, during the act and afterwards. After all, his people resent him for being able to openly take a woman to bed with him, while they have to go to Mole's Town to dig if they want to get any action at all.

My view on this is that the story is heading in a sex-positive direction with respect to Jon. There’s plenty of theming about this “why is it a sin if it feels so good” etc etc. The books are full to the brim of people feeling needlessly guilty about having casual sex, Jon especially. Where I think this is headed, therefore, is probably something like a wildling understanding of sex; Jon has to view sex as Ygritte did, because that was always the healthiest way for him to go about it. Except this time, to complete his arc, he is going to need to take the initiative himself and embrace his desires like Ygritte did. Her teasing him for not doing this was trying to get him to come out of his shell. It would feel strange to me if this went nowhere. Jon needs a future romantic/sexual partner so that he can feel no qualms with taking the initiative with them. How he learns to do that is up to George but suffice it to say, however uncertain I maybe that this partner will be Satin, a future romance is in the cards for Lord Snow.

So Jon's in a bit of a bind here from a meta perspective. If we want him to complete his sexual awakening storyline, he's going to have to take the initiative himself with a partner without feeling any inhibitions. But he can't do that if he's still a brother of the Night's Watch because of the aforementioned conflict with his vows. But he's not going to stop being a crow, his vows are important to him. So how do we reconcile the fact that Jon's character arc about his sexuality needs to be resolved, but he also needs to keep to his words? Simple: make his next partner male so it doesn't violate anything.

I've actually thought this could work as a plot point for anyone either in the Night's Watch or the Kingsguard. One of these men surely has to consider at some point the obvious loophole of "so I can't bed a woman, but what about a man?" and how that affects their honor or whatever. It just slots kinda nicely into Jon's storyline here. Another reason it really works is that Jon is looking to socially progress the Night’s Watch: unity with the wildlings, defending Satin from homophobia etc. Him realising the obvious flaw of the vows for not considering that men can be romantically involved through his own experiences as a bi guy can help him begin to dismantle the outdated nature of the customs. He’s framed as this sort of reformer, and being a queer bastard (who is also probably the lost heir to the Targaryen dynasty) makes this thematically poignant. He’s an outcast, but also a king.

Of course, he’s always been an outcast, being queer would just help add to that. And this is just one way of writing this arc; I’m not married to this take on this basis alone.

I can so imagine a scene where Jon is having sex with Satin and the lit hearth is positioned behind Satin's head from Jon's POV and it looks like Satin's been 'kissed by fire.' Also, Jon considering how Ygritte would feel about him doing this and coming to that conclusion that she would be proud seems like a great way to end a chapter about the two hooking up because Jon's arc would be basically resolved.

This final part is something that I feel should not be left merely implied: Jon being canonically bisexual would be great representation. This is one of the most beloved and famous heroes in all of fantasy, hell, in all of modern fiction. Making him queer would be a really important step forward for queer rep that should not be underestimated. Verity Ritchie (VerilyBitchie on yt) did an excellent video essay on bisexuality in reality tv, a point from which I'm going to paraphrase: it's really hard to effectively depict bisexuals because any confirmed relationship with another character would look like they 'picked a side.' But in order to continually show someone's openness to sexual attraction to two or more genders, you risk going to far the other way, falling into the bisexual sex demon stereotype. This is a really difficult needle to thread, and is why we have characters like Nick Nelson constantly having to remind us that they're bi, rather than having us just assume they could be. Put simply, we need better bi representation, especially with men and Jon Snow is excellent casting for the role. His relationship to Ygritte is constantly referenced throughout the narration as something he treasures and misses, so there would be no doubt that he was not 'gay the whole time.' But, if the Satin story goes ahead, there can be no doubt he's not queer either. Literature is a great place to put bi characters, I think, since an internal monologue can remind you of past relationships with other characters of different genders and how they mean something to the character in question, but never undermining the integrity of the current relationship.

Me personally, I'd be buzzing for Jon Snow to be confirmed as bi. Really interested to see people's thoughts on this.

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[thegamingcatmom]

Carrot anon👋🏻

Hii mom, i saw your recent post, it was good. I was curious to know how Deadite Ellie would act if I noticed another Deadite eye on the Drama Queen, I can imagine a little, but your explanation will make everything clear.

I hope you are well.👋🏻

HELLAW CARROT ANON

Thank youuuu, so glad you liked it. 🥰

Ohhh the jealousy trope eh? I can see why my recent post has inspired that way of thinking, poor boy. 😅

May he rest in pieces.

EDIT on 18th June:

AIGHT GUYS I MADE IT IT´S FINALLY FINISHED.

We´re covering quite a bit in this one (meaning: the batshittery going on here is on another level entirely) and I couldn´t be prouder to finally present to you the next installment of what-the-actual-fuck aka:

Lions

Enjoy (cause I sure as hell did). ❤️

(@gaym0m ATTENTION NOW ❤️)

AIGHT so, if a mere boy who´s really no match for her - because look at that scrawny thing - no claws or fangs or ANYTHING that could be considered useful or, more importantly, make for a worthy mate - has managed to evoke that fierce of a reaction in Momma then just imagine the utter carnage if another Undead was caught red-handed after Momma returned from a rather successful patrol and she´s been gone a mere 10 minutes for god´s sake but-

When the cat's away, the mice will play.

Maggot Momma didn´t even have to look because - head lifting to take one, two, three whiffs - she could smell it. Fear lies in the air - almost pungent - and while it´s an aroma that´d drive her absolutely wild - get her going - under normal circumstances, right in this moment it does anything but because no one but her gets to evoke this type (or ANY type) of reaction in her Drama Queen, her mate.

She´s off, skipping the elevator and collapsed stairs altogether because not fast enough and claws are digging into the wall and going up up up until she reaches the air shaft, nose first always first although she doesn´t even need it because she can sense you, is pulled towards you like a magnet, it´s instinct-

Meanwhile (somewhere else in this (cursed) building):

Is one quiet, peaceful moment of sanity really too much to ask for?

When you woke up this morning you didn´t think much of the claws digging into your side or the cold nose pressed into your neck or even the long tongue that feels like sandpaper that´s come out to join the rest of It. You´ve become used to that being your alarm clock which you find quite the depressing development but it is what it is and at least you´re still alive and kicking (unlike boy) so yknow, the glas is always half full and yadda yadda.

Although, it has to be said, maybe things wouldn´t take such a toll on your sanity (unlikely) if it wasn´t for that stench that truly does make your eyes water and now that you think about it you can´t help but notice today´s...different. Its odor is even more unpleasant than usual because now it´s got this foul note to it whereas before you´d have described it as rather spicy, almost sharp and seeming to burn itself into your very core.

But that´s not the only thing that irritates you because even the way It´s touching you seems off today. You´ve become used to clawed hands raking and brushing and encasing you almost feverishly, like they´re trying to map out every inch of your body before you vanish (which, sadly, it doesn´t look like that´s about to happen anytime soon).

Now though? Clawed hands are rough and almost sloppy like they don´t quite know how to be hands. Gripping you way too tight and you´re sure that´s gonna leave a nasty bruise, more rubbing than brushing along your leg like It´s trying to pull the skin clean off and that gets you moving because it is not pleasant, at all and what the hell´s even going on-

As soon as It´s noticed there´s movement the grip on you tightens like a boa constrictor squeezing all life out of you and that´s exactly what it feels like actually and now´s the moment you really start to panic because you knew this day would come sooner or later when It finally gets tired of you but you´d hoped for (much) later and It´s started to snarl now which is most unpleasant because it´s so deep you can feel it reverberating through your whole body.

Its maw has opened now and you know this because you can feel Its breath puffing out against your neck, tongue running up and down again and there´s something cold dropping down on you and even that feels different - thicker, more viscous, almost like syrup and you manage to move your head just enough to be able to take a look at what´s going on and-

It doesn´t just feel different.

You see black, literally. It´s everywhere - on you, on the bedsheets, on the floor and - that´s new. And you have a sneaking suspicion which you hope against all hope will turn out to be just that but when you manage to turn your head a bit further to actually take a look at who...what has taken a hold of you-

Have you become deaf?

You´re asking because, all of a sudden, the world around you goes silent save for the ringing in your ears and you realize it´s because you are screaming at the top of your lungs and it´s a wonder the windows in this cursed building haven´t shattered yet but that really is the least of your worries right now because-

This Undead doesn´t appreciate you trying to obliberate Its hearing, at all and so you´re pushed onto your back and into the mattress, clawed hand coming up to grip your throat and squeeze and, immediately, the room falls silent again.

(Aside from the sounds of you being strangled and literally fighting for your life.)

There are tears in your eyes now because of course it ends like this, just your luck, and death by suffocating is just as unpleasant as you´d imagined it would be (not that there´s been many occasions which would´ve encouraged this sort of thinking...until your sorry ass got itself stuck in this cursed building) and just when you thought-

Well, good thing is: it can´t get worse from here, can it?

Its maw opens again and those teeth look very sharp indeed and they´re getting closer, inch by inch, and you get the feeling It´s doing it on purpose - messing with you - because It thrives on seeing the sheer terror that must be written all over your face right now and jaws opening wider and wider and you´re certain one single bite could take off half your face-

Your eyes close tightly because knowing your untimely demise is near is one thing, seeing it is another thing entirely and why would you need to anyway? It doesn´t matter, it´s not like that´ll change anything, change the fact you´re gonna end up as food for that thing any moment now and-

You don´t know what happened because your eyes remain firmly closed and you´re not planning on changing that anytime soon, but-

There´s a ripping sound and you can feel something splattering all over your face and there´s gurgling and then there´s nothing.

And all of that does pique your interest because, just a second ago, you were preparing for certain death so you should be a goner by now but you´re not so you finally find the courage to open your eyes to see what happened instead is-

Well, that doesn´t look normal...or pleasant.

Its jaws are still way too close for comfort, still as wide as they were seconds ago when It was preparing to swallow you whole. But what´s different now is that there´s a hand sticking out between them and there´s this urge to wave at it and this is the type of stuff nightmares are made of but this whole situation is so ridiculous that all you can seem to think of right now is to lift your hand and shake it-

You don´t get the chance however, because that hand closes abruptly, balled into a tight fist, and it´s pulling to the side with an alarming force and right through the head, tearing everything on its way out.

But damn, that thing´s tough. Didn´t even flinch through it all, just slowly turning around, head completely sunken in on one side, to face the force of nature that is It.

("Helheim" - Rok Nardin starts playing in the background)

To say Maggot Momma is livid would be the understatement of the century. She´s shaking, vibrating with a rage that´s rare even for her. Her usually glowing eyes have turned so black one can see their own reflection in them. Teeth seem to have grown in length and become even sharper and there are black veins criss crossing all over her neck, her face and all the way to her eyes.

In other words: It looks every bit the demon you´ve always suspected (and feared) It to be.

And ever since It has crashed the (slaughter) party thank god there´s been an eery silence - heavy breathing from everyone involved is the only thing that can be heard for a while.

So, imagine your almost heart attack when, suddenly, there´s screeching and roaring and it sounds like war is about to start which doesn´t seem too far off because-

Maggot Momma has had enough of this disrespect - looking at what is hers, touching what is hers, harming what is hers (that Deadite´s dead). And now even going so far as to rebel against her? Openly questioning her authority - challenging her - in front of her mate no less? Hoping to impress her Drama Queen and snatch her up for itself?

Ridiculous. Laughable. Pathetic.

And so you can only watch all-out war indeed breaking out and ffs, is one quiet, peaceful, sane moment really too much to ask for?

fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-

It´s ON now.

Bodies smashing together with a dull thump! and there´s snarling and growling and hissing, clawed hands are digging in to find purchase but also to grip and tear and rip limbs straight out of their sockets-

One arm is sent flying, catapulting in your direction and almost hitting you hadn´t you managed to duck just in time and when you realize which one it belongs to you feel utter relief and you can´t believe you´re actually rooting for It - your It - but considering what the other It was about to do...who can blame you?

Bodies are warped to the point you can´t tell where one begins and the other ends and there´s horrible, horrible sounds coming out of them and this brawl is getting way too close for comfort now and one of your hands is digging into the bedsheets, getting a good grip on them so you can push yourself closer to the head of the bed and away from whatever is going on at the foot of it and your other hand comes up in an attempt to shield your face in case more limbs (or worse) come flying and you truly are pathetic, aren´t you? Like THAT would make a difference when you´re nothing more than a disoriented lamb, stupid enough to wander right into the lion´s den and get caught in the crossfire when two of them decide to battle it out over a piece of meat.

And they´re fast. Everything seems blurred to you because one moment they´re in front of you - way too close - and next thing you know there´s a horrible screeching sound and one of them is smashing against the opposite wall, the force of it leaving a rather big dent and this is the first time since war has started that you´re able to make out more than a moving mass of limbs.

And you wish you hadn´t because the It that got smashed against the wall is your It and It´s missing half Its face - true to the motto tit for tat - which means the other It is no longer being held back from-

It´s rounding on you so fast, recognizing that now or never and It´s off, racing towards you like possessed, feet leaving the ground to take one massive leap in your direction and the sight of it is horrifying because all you see is teeth heading straight for you so you close your eyes again, tightly, because what else can you do but wait for certain death to finally claim you-

So you wait.

And wait.

...And wait some more.

Until you muster up the courage to open your eyes again to see what´s taking so fucking long and you realize-

Is this a joke? Are you a joke to them?

There´s only so many amost heart attacks one can endure and you swear to god you´re done with this shitshow-

Because the other It has made it onto the bed and those claws are way too close to your feet right now but they have a hard time reaching their target because-

It - your It - has a very tight grip on that leg indeed. So tight you can see it starting to cave in but that does nothing to deter the thing from trying to reach you - snapping Its jaws at you like a rabid dog and sending blood and other fluids flying everywhere, the arm It still got left trashing about in an attempt to reach you - any part of you - but-

Maggot Momma has had it.

She´s kneeled on the floor in front of the bed, upper body propped up against it and a clawed hand having a rather crushing grip on that scum indeed. She´s gonna obliterate it - hack and bite and claw and rip until there´s nothing left. How dare it look at what is hers and touch what is hers and harm what is HERS and never before has she felt outrage when looking at her precious Drama Queen because how could she when you´re perfection and you´re her perfect mate, meant for her only her but-

She´s failed.

And someone´s gotta pay.

A sharp tug sends the other It tumbling down onto the floor and there´s no way anyone could´ve missed the pop! that´s accompanied Its fall and a leg goes flying next, landing right next to you and you´re about to puke-

Finally, after what seemed like hours when it´s been a mere 5 minutes since carnage´s started you manage to snap out of whatever the fuck´s just happened and you can´t get off that bed fast enough. Literally tripping over yourself in your haste to get away from that - your body just sort of collapsing to the side, letting yourself fall over and down onto the floor and yknow what-

Hasting under the bed because fuck that shit.

...Which puts you in the direct line of sight of It - Its hollow eyes staring right through you it seems, not an ounce of life in them and, for the very first time since "residing" in this hellhole, this does make you wonder - what the hell happened? These must´ve been normal people with normal lifes at some point. What went down in this cursed building that´s caused all this?

You´re brought back to the present when It lets out a pitiful wail and you realize it´s because your It has started to relieve the other It of Its remaining extremities. And you get the feeling It thoroughly enjoys doing so, if the sounds are anything to go by - teeth are chittering and there´s a low humming that almost sounds like moaning and then there´s a hiss before-

The other arm is sent flying.

And, poor fucker - flopping around like a fish because having only one appendage left is bound to make things rather difficult and you can only imagine what a blow this must be to ones ego because how can you ever come back from that? And It seems to have come to the same realization because-

It´s trashing about with everything It´s got now (which is one leg), literally fighting for Its (undead) life, fight or flight mode fully kicking in now and choosing the latter because wouldn´t you?

It´s kicking and kicking and kicking - over and over - to prevent your It from taking away Its only chance to, somehow, turn this situation around and make it out (un)alive and for a horrifying moment you fear It´s actually managed because-

"Mmph-!"

A foot collides with Its face - the side that´s already demolished at that - causing It to falter and stagger and lose Its grip for a moment-

But a moment is all the other It needs.

Another solid kick! - this time right into the middle of the chest - sends your It flying, crashing against the dresser - wood shattering on impact and the other It has managed to prop Itself up, using the stump that used to be Its other leg for support and gaining enough momentum to actually get up and hop around - rather awkwardly - and make Its way to the door and you gotta admit-

That was quite impressive.

It doesn´t get very far however because your It is on the move again - covered in dust and wood pieces, some of them having impaled It - leaping up and clinging onto Its back like a deranged koala, sending both of them stumbling against the door and your position under the bed doesn´t really make for the best lookout (which you don´t mind in the least) so you can only assume what must be going on right now, which-

There´s a disturbing crunch! that sounds strangely wet at the same time and there´s gurgling like someone´s suffocating on something thick and viscous - like syrup - and then there´s a ripping sound and, suddenly, your It is on Its feet again, a clawed hand holding what seems to be a sogged rag that´s dripping onto the floor and-

What is that?

It´s eerily silent save for the ragged breathing which you´re sure is coming from your It because It looks to be trembling, whatever It´s got in Its hand shaking, making it drip even more and it feels like an eternity has passed when, at last, there´s movement. The other It using Its foot to rotate and turn to face your It - slowly - and you feel like you´re the one suffocating now and you realize it´s because you´ve actually stopped breathing because-

Now what?

You´re ripped out of your near panic attack - literally - when the other It suddenly comes crashing down and Its fall is so unexpected that it takes you a moment to realize it´s actually happened.

And it takes you another moment to realize just what you´re staring at.

There´s black, so much of it, it´s everywhere and oozing out of It and pooling on the floor and - squinting your eyes - is that a tongue?

You have your answer when what you thought was a sogged rag lands right next to It - lifeless eyes staring back at you, making you retch - and it´s a wonder you haven´t puked your guts out yet because it´s not like someone´s head getting ripped in half is an every day occurence and-

It´s not done yet. Casually walking (more stumbling like It's the walking dead, feet dragging behind a bit) to the other side of the room to pick up what looks to be a leg and just as casually walking (stumbling) back - leg dragged lazily behind, leaving smears of black on the worn out carpet. It´s coming to a stop right next to...what remains of It and you see the leg starting to leave the floor, going up up up only to-

The leg´s brought down again and again and again, the force behind it making flesh and bones burst, sending black everywhere and it sounds just as horrible as it looks - a squelching sound that´s reverberating through the whole room and your hands are coming up to cover your ears because you just want this madness to stop-

Please stop it!

It´s not until all that´s left is black goo that It relents, letting the leg - what´s left of it - drop onto the floor with a dull thud!, still breathing quite heavily indeed and then-

("Closing In" - Michel F. April starts playing in the background)

Silence

You wait.

And you wait.

...And wait some more.

Until you´re absolutely certain you´re no longer in danger of witnessing utter carnage. Only then do you slowly lower your hands, letting them rest on the floor - digging into the worn out carpet to brace yourself in case you gotta run for your life.

After what felt like hours It´s on the move again. Bare feet slowly making their way to the side of the bed that´s closest to the door because of course - your eyes following every step, head turning to never break gaze - and you´re stuck, nearly starting to panic again because you don´t know what to do, there´s nowhere to go because even if you managed to crawl out from under the bed before It got a hold of you there´s just no way you´d make it to that door. You know this because you literally just witnessed another It getting ripped apart and if a mighty lion didn´t stand a chance then what could you - a disoriented lamb - possibly achieve here?

It doesn´t matter anymore because it´s too late, your habit of getting lost in thought has sealed your fate and now there´s no more time to do fuck all because-

It´s reached the side of the bed and is starting to bend down, hands coming to join the feet on the floor - claws, then fingers, then palms - and lowering down down down and face starting to come into view now - chin, then mouth, then nose - until bright, glowing eyes are staring back at you and you can´t believe you´re actually starting to feel something that could resemble relief because finally you no longer see black.

Its demon-like appearance gone, save for the black veins still criss crossing along Its face - their visibility reduced to a slight black hue though - and teeth are back to their usual length and oh, oh my-

Only now do you remember that It´s missing half Its face - teeth on the right side fully visible, skin and flesh torn off almost all the way up to Its ear - and you can see remains of the other It stuck between those teeth - must´ve bitten that head clean off - and it is not a pleasant sight but you can´t help but think that-

Didn´t it look worse before?

You´re brought back to the present moment rather quickly because-

It has started crawling towards you and fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-

Never in your life have you crawled backwards this fast (you´ve literally never crawled backwards in your life ever because who does that?), fingers digging into the carpet, nearly scraping your knees in your haste to get away from that and you´ve actually managed to fully emerge from under the bed and you keep crawling backwards because what else can you do there´s no time and fuck! your feet are touching the wall now, hands pushing against the ground to straighten up only to stumble and plonk! onto your butt, back against the wall now and-

It´s still crawling towards you and it looks like something straight out of a horror movie and you really start to panic now, one leg shooting up to use your foot as a (pathetic) shield which probably isn´t the best idea considering what is crawling towards you right now because It could easily take off that foot with one bite and-

Really?

Must you be difficult right in this moment? Usually, Maggot Momma would be more than happy to have you squirming and struggling against her, trying to defy her - her perfect, rebellious Drama Queen - but Maggot Momma has had more than enough of that today. That scum is finally rotting in hell for what it did - looking at and touching and harming what is HERS and if that creature has wounded you-

Your ankle is grabbed and It´s going absolutely crazy - sniffing like a hound that´s picked up on a scent, starting with the foot It has a very tight grip on and going up up up your leg before descending again to do the same with your other leg, coming to a stop right where the other It has manhandled you before, letting out a low growl, tongue slipping out and running up up up almost all the way to where your leg meets your pelvis - making you squirm - and the only thing stopping It from going even further being your rather short shorts-

And continuing to climb up your body - Its other hand digging into the floor to keep Itself grounded - and nose coming to rest there now which seems to slow things down for a moment-

...and another moment-

-before It´s on the move again, sniffing up your stomach and - oh, oh my - in between your breasts, nose stopping right where you can feel your heart beating out of your chest and lingering there for quite a while before the hand that´s been gripping your ankle moves up to take a hold of your wrist, pulling your arm towards It and you let It because you quite like breathing and Its nose is continuing its journey, sniffing your hand and up up up your arm, across your collarbones - pushing your head up and out of the way - and down your other arm until It reaches your hand, pressing the side of Its face - the torn side - against it and you swear It´s started to purr-

It seems calmer now, more relaxed, and you can´t seem to take your eyes off It - almost mesmerized - and you blame the utter carnage that went down minutes ago because that´s surely fried most (if not all) of your nerves along with some of your braincells it seems but it´s like being witness to a horrible accident where one doesn´t want to look but, at the same time, just can´t bring themselves not to look and you´ve just never seen It so...tame before and you´re actually touching It in what might seem an affectionate way to anyone witnessing except your hand is literally touching sinew and bones and there´s blood and saliva and other fluids (you don´t wanna know) all over your hand now and that does make your stomach churn a bit, reminding you of the situation at hand which is-

Save save save you´re save and whole and hers and whole she´s made sure of that - that scum is with the maggots now - and only seconds later and she doesn´t know what she´d have done because you were meant for her now and forever and if anyone, anything tries to prevent what was foretold by the dark gods - that you belong to her and with her until the end of time and-

Torn face finally leaving your hand but remaining pressed against you, sinew and bones sliding up up up your arm and leaving smears of black and other fluids behind and you think It looks absolutely deranged - like It´s trying to get high on you - and It has reached your neck now and seems to deflate, eyes nearly falling shut, pressing you against the wall and that purring is back for all of two seconds before-

Eyebrows furrowing, hands coming up to rest on either side of your head, claws digging into the wall, nose going crazy once more, running up and down your neck before wandering along your throat to the other side and you almost, almost muster up the courage to ask if It´s-

Looking for something?

But then, suddenly, It freezes. Nose coming to a stop again right where It has left Its slobber before and even you can smell that foul stench now that must be all over you from It licking you, tasting you and-

Defiling you, soiling you, marking what is hers and-

Are these...?

Maggot Momma´s been so busy fretting over you - smelling you all over, desperate, to be absolutely certain no harm has come to you - that she completely neglected getting a good look at you.

But once she does-

She wishes she hadn´t.

Maggot Momma is shaking, vibrating with rage and anguish because she´s reminded yet again that she´s failed - by a hair's breadth - and just a few seconds sooner and she wouldn´t be looking at the proof of her failure which is-

A clawed hand wrenches out of the wall - taking bits and pieces with it - and moves to hover over your neck and for the first time since you´ve found your way into her territory - your home - Momma doesn´t dare touch you because It has left Its trace clear as day because she´s failed and she´s trembling with rage, afraid she´s gonna snap your neck if she so much as lays a finger on you because-

There´s blue that´s turning more and more black as time goes on and it´s all over your neck and it´s agony because Maggot Momma can make out every single one of that scum´s greedy fingers, can see exactly where they´ve been placed to squeeze and choke and just the thought of one of those claws pricking delicate skin makes her want to scalp herself, gouge her eyes out because a small nick would be enough to-

Has It died on you? Because It sure looks the part - frozen, completely rigid, breathing has ceased to exist - and there´s been total silence for quite a while now and you´re completely on edge, expecting something to happen any moment now and maybe you should start trusting your gut instinct more because-

BAM!

Clawed hand shooting up from where it´s been waiting, hovering over your throat - to do god knows what - to embed itself into the wall, the force of it sending cracks running in every direction, dust and wall fragments raining down on you and this must´ve been your third almost heart attack in 20 minutes you swear to god-

There´s ragged breathing and It´s trembling and twitching, seems to mumble and mutter something - sounding completely deranged - and Its teeth are chittering again - that clicking sound combined with the crazed chanting driving you mad - before Its head finally peels itself off your neck to rise rise rise, legs pulling up from where they´ve been entwined with yours to plant Its feet firmly onto the ground on either side of you, legs bending, knees nearly touching the wall - crouching over you now and you´re reminded yet again just how utterly long and tall It is - and Its forehead is resting against yours now, eyes closed tightly and that unhinged murmuring is still going, still twitching now and then and if someone was to walk in on you right now you wouldn´t blame them if they made a swift U-turn and legged it because you can only imagine what all of this must look like to anyone witnessing-

Black and red splattered across every surface - the floor, the furniture, the walls - and there´s limbs scattered everywhere like someone´s decided that Yes - a heap of somewhat human remains would really make this room shine and then there´s It, curving and bending around you like It´s trying to merge with you, become a part of you and that crazed chanting has toned down to a low rumbling now, its vibrations so violent you can feel them down to your very core and, suddenly, your vision is filled with bright, almost glowing yellow and a dull blue that almost looks like gray and there´s red everywhere - a ring of fire in front of an inferno - because-

Piercing eyes have opened to lock onto yours so intently it feels like they´re looking straight into your soul, like It´s trying to bewitch you, cast a spell on you because you can´t move, can´t breathe and your insides are constricting and you are powerless to do anything about it because there´s nowhere else to go, nowhere else to look because It has you cornered, demanding your full attention and-

Beautiful, mesmerizing, otherwordly you´re so perfect and so delicate and so hers but today all of that - all of you - was nearly lost because she´s let you out of her sight a mere 10 minutes. Foolish, utterly ridiculous of her to believe that bunch of misfits capable of carrying out simple orders-

～Watch, guard, don´t touch.～

But not again, never again she´s gonna be with you every second, every step, never gonna take her eyes off you ever again because now you´re whole but you were this close to being broken all because that lower creature couldn´t keep its greedy hands off you - touching and licking and befouling you - and your smell, heavens! used to be so wonderful, so mouthwatering, so her but now it´s-

...Gone, not a trace of it left because you reek of that parasite and it makes her want to puke her rotted guts out and she´s actually considering because anything, everything to wash away that stench that´s all over you, encasing you and it drives her mad, must do something, anything to-

("Lion" - Saint Mesa starts playing in the background)

Clawed hands wandering almost feverishly across your whole body, like they´re searching for something and you can´t help but be reminded of other hands almost instantly. Those hands were harsh and rough and not quite behaving like hands, feeling like they´re possessed - someone else pulling the strings - whereas these hands-

These hands are fast yet mindful - gripping with a strength that can be unpleasant at times but it feels like they´re aware of that, doing it on purpose because It seems to enjoy the sounds they evoke, which means-

These hands know how to be hands.

And one of these hands has already found that familiar place against the wall, claws digging in, preparing for-

Well, you know where this is going.

Another clawed hand closing abruptly around the soft, round flesh it´s found while roaming up and down your legs, giving it a good squeeze and it catches you so off guard that you almost, almost swat at it because - Excuse you? - and that same hand lifting you UP UP UP - jesus! - and you actually have to brace yourself against the wall, against It - just anywhere - because Its movements are so sudden, almost jerky like It doesn´t know where to start, doesn´t have any control over what It´s doing right now but now It´s got you up and at eye level - forehead pressing against yours - and these are some crazy eyes alright, looking utterly manic and Its hips are already going, wasting no time at all and not at all caring that It´s missing the target, actually rutting against the wall now and-

That crazed murmuring is back as well but this time you can actually make out some of it and it sounds more like a mantra, like chanting as one word seems to be repeated over and over and over and-

～Mine mine m-mine -ine mine m- mmh- ine mah-～

Sounding out so distorted, voice seemingly unable to stick with one pitch - going up down up down from almost chittering to demonic in seconds - and sometimes swallowing words completely - all that´s coming out then a sharp hiss or low grunt - and it feels like breathing becomes more and more difficult because It´s leaning rather heavily on you now, eyes becoming unfocused, head seemingly too heavy to hold up because it just slides off to the side and forward, pressing Its face flush against the side of your neck and fuck, teeth teeth teeth! you can feel something wet pooling there until it´s slowly running down over your collarbone and into your shirt - staining it - and you can tell this is gonna be a fast one because It seems dangerously close to being there already and-

HersHersHersHersHers you´re hers gonna make sure of it gonna make you reek of her only her now and forever and you´re never gonna be without her again, it was meant to be, was foretold she´s never gonna let you out of her sight ever again, keeping you close and by her side where you belong and if anyone anything tries to steal you from her again - challenge her - she´s gonna make it abundantly clear who´s in charge, who´s entitled to lay claim to the human that stumbled into her territory all these months ago, seemingly pulled to her like a moth to a flame, waiting for her, enticing her, yearning for her to claim you as her mate and-

Whole body tensing - becoming stiff as a board - and claws sinking into the wall like it´s butter as Its other hand clings to you for dear life - that buttock´s gonna bruise - and head thrown back to-

...That was a rather fast one and you reckon the only thing keeping the both of you from collapsing right now is the fact Its hand is still firmly lodged in the wall.

Well, that and the fact It´s nearly suffocating you because Its whole weight just collapsed forward and - Oof! - right into you, the side of Its face - the side that´s not torn thank god - coming to rest on top of your head like It´s completely overexerted Itself. So now you just kind of hang in there - face squished against Its neck - as It seems to struggle quite a bit to get Itself back under control - hips still twitching now and then, incoherent murmuring back in full force and today has been a very long day and just one moment of peace, of sanity, is that really too much to ask for?

It feels like an eternity has passed and just as you actually consider doing...something to move things along like...well, maybe wriggle about or lift a hand to very carefully swat at It or maybe you´re just gonna throw caution to the wind and bite that neck in hopes to catch It off guard, to startle It so thoroughly It´s just gonna drop you like a sack of potatoes and-

Finally, there´s movement. Head lifting from the pillow that is your head and It seems to become increasingly more aware of Its surroundings - eyes searching, zoning in on yours immediately, now as wild and piercing as ever, like a ring of fire in front of an inferno, staring into your very soul and-

...What? Do you have something on your face or-?

It´s looking at you rather expectantly - calculating yet hopeful at the same time - like It´s waiting for...something. It´s a look you haven´t seen on Its face before - almost like It´s actually, fully there and conscious and not seconds away from tearing into you and-

It´s still looking and has It even blinked at all yet? and it´s getting increasingly more uncomfortable because what does It want you´ll do anything to make It stop doing that and Its eyes can´t seem to decide which part of your face they want to rest on all of a sudden - flitting up and down, up and down, up down, up down your face and you´re brought back to the moment those eyes clapped onto you for the very first time - sizing you up, examining you, looking at you like It´s never seen a human being before, like you´re the oddity - and you really gotta stop spacing out because It seems much closer than before and keeps getting closer, eyes having found a place to rest on after all which seems to be-

Hold on, wha-

No fucking way-!

Maggot Momma can´t help herself, absolutely bewitched, mesmerized, drawn to you because - look at you, good heavens! - so perfect and whole and hers and whole she´s made sure of that and now that she´s reclaimed you, reconquered you as any worthy mate should she feels absolutely intoxicated, overcome with a need to do...something, anything to further strengthen and solidify the bond you two share and-

She knows it - she knows she does - it´s on the tip of her tongue, can almost taste what needs to be done, what is usually done in moments like this and she never thought that human facade worthy of her time - serving as bait more than anything else - so useless, so pathetic like the soul previously inhabitating this human shell and she hopes Ellie rots in hell where she belongs-

But right in this moment she can recognize the value of it, can see the use of a mind wired quite differently - plain, simple, ordinary - and it pains her to admit because she´s so much more than that, far superior to that, but what she wouldn´t give for a simple, ordinary mind right now because she´d know what to do in a heartbeat, so sure of it, even her eyes seem to know because it´s instinct-

Her body urges her to do something, anything - eyes locked onto the part of you that sings for her so sweetly, making the most wonderful sounds just for her and she´s close so close can almost taste it, taste you and it´s on the tip of her tongue, she´s this close to remembering she can feel it - something to do with saliva, of that she is certain and-

Oh...Oh!-

Yes, of course-!

You don´t know what you were expecting (you know exactly what you were expecting) but it surely wasn´t for that maw to open (you fear you´ll never get used to that aroma) and it surely wasn´t for a long, long tongue to come lolling out and what you sure as hell were not expecting was for that long, long tongue to glue itself to you - starting at the underside of your chin and - very slowly, almost in slow motion - going up up up over your chin, your lips and - thank god you remembered to close your mouth that´s been standing open from the sheer insanity of it all - reaching your nose and trying to wander into it only to come to the seemingly devastating realization - if the sounds are anything to go by - that not all holes are meant for tongues and, having to accept defeat (for now), the slippery muscle continues its way up and over your nose and-

...Going back a bit because Momma´s sure so sure it´s something to do with that part - prodding and poking at it like she´s trying to find the hidden lever that´ll open the treasury - only to have to accept defeat again because-

Nope, no way, hell to the no-

...Wet muscle reluctantly continuing its journey - over your nose again, between your eyebrows and all the way up to your hairline where It seems to pause for a moment, taking a deep breath and-

Almost sneezing in disgust because you still reek of that creature, that filthy rat and this will not do Maggot Momma won´t tolerate it because you´re hers alone she´s gonna make sure of it, gonna let everyone everything in and out of this cursed building know-

More, you need more of her-

Its tongue is going crazy now - running all over your face like you´re a popsicle and It´s burning alive - and It´s back to making the most unhinged sounds - clicking and hissing and rumbling that seems to reverberate through your whole body - and no matter how hard you try there´s no escaping that ridiculously long tongue because it simply follows wherever you go and-

Today has been a long day with way too many different bodily fluids when all you wanted was a moment of peace, of sanity and you don´t know how you´re gonna manage, don´t know how to distract It long enough to actually make it but you´re determined and even if you die trying you´re gonna risk it all because one thing´s for certain-

You need a bath.

(And you swear that face looked worse before.)

#evil dead rise #maggot mommy #deadites #alyssa sutherland #evil dead rise...but gayer #ellie bixler

[blackjackkent]

Aight, the move is done (or at least everything is in the house now XD) and today is all about relaxin'. Which means I am returning to Rakha's liveblog!

(Apologies to the people who followed me for the parsed dialogue posts and maybe didn't realize I spend most of my time rambling about my own characters' stories. XD For those new around here, I do extended-fanfic liveblogs of my characters in different RPGs - already completed a Tav run and currently exploring the adventures of this mess of a Dark Urge:

)

Refreshing my own memory - we left off with Rakha having defeated the Absolutists at the goblin encampment (accidentally leaving Minthara barely alive), and now setting off directly for the creche because Lae'zel's been saying it was the right choice from the beginning, and Rakha trusts Lae'zel's judgment above pretty much anyone else's. (Their relationship has, of course, been complicated lately because a) they slept together and Lae'zel caught feelings and doesn't know how to handle it, b) Rakha is meanwhile busy falling for Wyll in a very confused way, and c) Rakha is also sort of fascinated by the dream guardian and her ability to numb the influence of both the worm and the dark urge "beast.")

So all in all it's been a bit of a complicated time. Rakha's currently feeling a little better right now though because she just got to terminate Esther with extreme prejudice, so now we're off to explore the rest of the mountain pass area and head on in to the creche.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #ahhhh i have missed this the last week or two <3

[miyuhpapayuh]

He Got Game 2

Hunter - sweet to everybody, but lover boy

Odell slides in front of Jay at the concession stand and grabs a licorice whip from a jar, chewing off a small piece.

"Hey, beautiful."

"What do you want, boy?" Hunter blinks, watching his smirk grow.

"I don't want nothin'. I'm just conversatin'."

Jay pushes him out the way with a huff.

"I don't give a damn bout whatever conversation y'all tryna have, I just want my damn candy, Odell. Can I get that?" He asks, clearly annoyed.

"Get ya candy, negro." Hunter says with a laugh, tossing it to Jay. He hands her a twenty, which goes into her bra, salutes and walks towards the stands.

"Why you ain't playin', tonight?" She asks, staring at the glove that covers his left hand.

"I got hurt in practice— why you care?"

"I don't. I'm just conversatin'." She mocks him. "It was a simple question."

"Aight, I got one."

"What?" She asks, already knowing what it could possibly pertain to.

"You give my boy play, but not me?" Odell asks, sending her rolling her eyes, again.

"First of all, none of y'all are getting a damn thing from me, besides some fucking jelly beans. Second, I've known Jay for a long time. You jealous?"

"Yes!" He yells.

She cracks up, covering her mouth at the look on his face.

"You think it's easy seeing you smile at these other thick-neck negroes? You be grillin' the fuck outta me and for what?"

"Cause you're so annoying, D. You do too much, tryna get a girl’s attention. You mad cause I won't play along?"

"Wow, that's cold, shorty. I thought we were better than that."

"I am, but you aren't. And, what I tell you ‘bout that shorty shit?!”

"You ain't my shorty." His smirk is still evident, sitting on her nerves.

"You do listen! Who woulda thought." She snickers.

"Don't play with me, girl. I listen to everything you say."

"Then, why won't you go away like I be askin' you to?"

"Cause, that defeats my mission on tryna get you to be nice to me." He points to himself, making her laugh.

"I am nice to you!"

"No you're not! You always give me that damn attitude."

"Cause you be tryin' the fuck outta me! Our versions of nice are polar opposites, obviously."

"How?"

“Cause your version is being persistent, knowing you're not getting far and continuing anyway. Like, you need to relax. If I don't like you, you're not gonna die.”

“We can at least be friends,” he frowns.

“Boy, please. You don't know what that is.”

“Why I don't?”

“Every friend you done had, ended up getting bent over.” She snorts.

"These girls ain't as innocent as you think, beloved." He says.

"Fuckin' with your nasty ass, I don't doubt it."

"You like pissin' me off, huh?"

"Nope. You're just upset because I won't let you fuck me, baby boy. I'd be mad, too." She bats her lashes, before looking around for a piece of gum.

He kisses his teeth, now standing up straight. "You'll come around, one day. They always do."

"I think I'll pass. If I'm gonna sit on it, I better own it."

"Shit, you can. It could be all yours."

She presses her lips together.

"You don't even know how to commit, Beckham. What do I look like, booboo the fool?"

"Who's tryna do all that at our age, though? I'm just sayin' that you could have this dick, exclusively to yourself. I'd do that for you."

"Aw, how thoughtful. I get the community pogo stick." She replies, flatly. He sucks his teeth.

"You gon stop being mean, one day. I hope I'm alive to see it."

"At the rate you're goin'... I don't think you'll make it." She shoos him away, but he doesn't leave.

"Seriously, Odell. I don't want you."

"Why not?"

"Cause everybody's had you! You're literally community pussy property, out here. Do you even wrap it up?"

"Of course I do, Hunt. I ain't out here raw doggin'. Have I come close? Yes. But, I'm clean, babygirl."

She looks him up and down.

"If you say so."

"You don't believe me?"

"Nope."

His brows furrow deeply, like she just disrespected him in the rudest way possible.

"Wow..." is the only thing he can say.

"What are you trying to prove it to me, for?"

"Forget it, man. You just tried the fuck outta me."

"Maybe, somebody needed to." She shrugs, finally finding a stick of gum.

"Aight, we'll see."

"What does that mean?" He starts backing up, heading back to the bleachers.

"It means, we'll see." She rolls her eyes.

————–————–————–————–————–————–

"Not that I care, but have y'all seen Odell?" Hunter asks, chewin' on her lip.

Her friends whip their heads in her direction, making her wish she never said anything to begin with.

"You? Lookin' for ol' play boy? What did we miss, Hunt?" Tara asks.

"Nothing! I worked the concession stand at the last game and we got into, like always, but I think I might've hurt his feelings."

"What did your mean ass say?" Sky asks.

"Well... he keeps tryna holla at me and I keep turning him down, cause I don't want what everyone else has had. If imma fuck with you, I need it to be different, ya know? He called me mean, I said he's from hell, he kept tryna convince me that he's clean and I said I don't believe him— he got really mad and said we'll see. What does that mean?"

"I guess you're about to find out." Hunter raises an eyebrow, hearing the classroom door open. She stays facing forward, listening to the jingle of his car keys get closer. As he passes her desk, he swiftly places a piece of paper on top of it.

The scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils, throwing her off for a split second— her friends take notice and side eye each other, before turning around in their seats.

She rolls her eyes and stares down at the paper, realizing what it is. Her eyes skim over it, finding negative next to each type of STD.

"Wow.... he really did this." She says to herself, glancing in his direction to see that same irritated look on his face.

She sighs and stuffs the paper into her bag.

After class, she grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder, heading for the door alongside her friends. She spots the back of Odell's head and turns to them, who have knowing smirks on their faces.

"Go ahead, fast ass." Sky waves her off. Hunter doesn't even respond, instead she cuts through a couple of people and grabs his shoulder.

He stops walking and looks down at her, sucking his teeth. "You wanna talk now, huh?"

Her face scrunches up. "What was that about? Why do care what I think?"

"You really don't get it, do you?"

"I could if you told me." He tears his eyes away from her and sighs. She grabs his collar in her tiny hand.

"You better look at me and tell me what's goin' on, right now." She demands. He smirks and pries her hand off his shirt, holding it in his hand.

"I like you, Hunter." He admits.

She snatches her hand away and starts walking away.

"You wanted me to tell you!" He shrugs. She turns back in his direction with her finger pointed at him.

"You're so full of shit, you know that?"

"You think I'd go through the trouble of lettin' muthafuckas take blood and piss from me, swab my mouth and look at my dick, if I wasn't being serious? You wasn't believin' me and I ain't like that shit. I'm being straight up with you."

She rolls her eyes and drops her hand back to her side.

"Mmkay, fine. You proved that you're clean. You think that's gonna make me fuck you, now?"

"Is that the only level I have? Damn. I honestly wouldn't have done all of that, just to get you to fuck. I woulda been moved on."

"I should feel special, huh?"

"Nah, just know I'm not lyin'." He shrugs, again.

"Stop shruggin' your shoulders."

"What you gon' do?"

"Why do you like me? What is it about mean ass Hunter that gets you goin'?"

"You're a hard ass, but I know you fuck wit the kid. I like a challenge and you are the definition of that, I swear. You pretty as fuck, smart as fuck— I wouldn't have passed that midterm without you helpin' me, even though you claimed you ain't want to." Be leans in closer.

"Well, I ain't want you to fail—" she crosses her arms over her chest.

"Mhm, cause you care about me, even if it is just a lil bit."

"I wouldn't say alla that, but okay." She shrugs.

"Stop shruggin' ya shoulders." He mocks.

"What you gon' do?"

"I got a couple things in mind, babygirl. Don't test me." She laughs and rolls her eyes.

"Kiss my ass."

"I'd love to." She sighs and pushes him away, sending him stumbling into the wall behind them.

"You're annoying."

"So are you. With your heavy handed ass."

"There's more where that came from." She backs away, fixing her strap on her shoulder.

"I hope so." He winks, before she fully turns around and walks away, leaving him to chuckle to himself.

She'll come around... they always do.

@honestpreference @ghostfacekill-monger @sheabuttahwrites @thegifstories @blackerthings @harmshake @soufcakmistress @starcrossedxwriter

#he got game #odell beckham jr #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters

[jaxxsoxxn]

Idea DC vampire au this is already a comic, but hear me out instead of flash dying. He became a vampire, because flash is such a good person he refused to join the extermination of all humans and this is when the suicide squad comes in because knowing them,

They would probably be immune to becoming a vampire I don’t know I’m still figuring it out

Flash needs blood to not lose his mind so surprisingly captain boomerang offers him. His blood flashes surprise, but takes it anyway cause he’s hungry and let’s say boomerang let him do this cause he feels pity but after a few days, 

Boomerang now just let flash drink his blood because deep down, he cares about him, but one day, when boomerang was letting flash drink his blood let’s say things get a little bit spicy between them if you know what I mean 

Cut to Harley walking into the room. Hey Boomer, have you seen flash Because Supergirl wants to talk to him holy shit

 flash, on top of boomerang with both of their clothes off 

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Boomer, looking at his totally not favorite speedster: You can have my blood if you realllyyy need it...

Harley, from behind him, shaking: ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ

Tbh, from a:

Shark

A guy that ate lead paint and nothing happened to him

A gal that jumped after the bitchass clown (PUT THE CLOWN IN THE GROUND) in some sorta toxic waste

and a guy with a gun

we both know that the only person who probably isn't automatically safe from the whole vampirism is Floyd, lets be honest now.

Also, have a small snippet from Harley's point of view (a lil bit):

[...] Harley wasn't the most known to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, really! Somehow it was usually more Toyman's (Toyboy's how she affectionately called the kid, picking it up from Flag and his surprisingly good parenting technics) thing - he really should stop walking around and getting into more trouble than he already was in.

But yet, here she stood, frozen in the door frame, looking at her bestie in the squad (or the closest to it). The vampire thing was getting boring by her standards because, but apparently Boomer who was laying under their well-known speedster, still slowly, almost lazily bleeding from a small wound in his neck, found it way more exciting.

There was no movement in between them, so she assumed that they didn't get to the main star of the show. Flash, his senses heightened, didn't even look back when he spoke to her. If she'd look closer, she could see him being out of breath, probably since he was just drinking.

"If you could close the door on your way out, I'm sure we'd be thankful." his tone was nice, soft, the usual 'I am the least dangerous thing here' (how can one thing be so wrong and so right?)

Boomer didn't even prep up on his elbows, he just tried to look in her general direction, his eyes not fully there and his face nicely red - his ginger genes would be the death of him one day. Harley wanted to tease them, to annoy them a little, but she knew Digger in all his cowardly glory, and she knew she had time for it later.

"Aight speedy, but he better be alive at the end or ya'll lose your pretty little teeth, capiche?"

All that earned her was a slight nod before the man lowered himself lightly toward Boomerang's body, pushing at his chest and earning himself a soft sigh right before he kissed the bigger man. Also, right before she closed the door.

Why did she even come here? Right, Supergal wanted something from Barry. Well, she'd have to wait. Who'd know that, even in the middle of possibly another apocalypse, some people would find--

She'll call it as she sees it - love.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #bad writing #writing #lightly nsf/w #flash x captain boomerang #captain boomerang #flasherang #flasharang #boomerflash #spicy content #lightly tho #flash might be ooc but he only has like one line #so yall will survive

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#i do hope this arc doesn't go with whisper apologizing and tangle being justified if she really was trying to “honor the old team” #i'd rather it went into a “i don't hate you i'm just upset with you” angle #let whisper be angry and upset #let tangle know why #please don't push whisper to say she was wrong for being upset #i say that because i don't actually trust it not to go that way

Welp.

Aight issue 58 leaked and I'm actually gonna take a swing at this comic now because I genuinely did not think it could get to this level of bad. Like not even just the senseless Tangle and Whisper drama, the whole arc so far is just flat out bad and I wanna unpack it.

1. Tangle and Whisper drama

Let's get the elephant out of the way first.

This was dumb and had absolutely no point whatsoever.

All this leads to is Whisper apologizing for...not helping everyone and being a bad teammate?

Because yes, throughout this arc she has totally been uncooperative and not helping the team at all!

Oops.

Even in the context of the previous issues, she went off on her own to hunt Mimic again, fearful he'd hurt her friends to get to her even though she already went through that whole shtick and then she fought Surge to try and protect a town.

Please, tell me more about how she was being selfish and "not helping anyone."

This is not an empowering moment. This is an embarrassment, both to Whisper and Tangle. This has fully turned me off from Tangle.

Her side of the apology basically boils down to "I'm upset that you're upset at me, I did what I did to help us" complete with waterworks, leading to Whisper being like "no, no, you were right, I'm sorry for being triggered, I need to get over my trauma" and that is just manipulative. Top it off with Tangle NEEDING to be told what was wrong when she had a VISUAL REACTION upon seeing how affected Whisper was, and that just makes Tangle a bad friend.

You can have messy apologies in writing, it's more realistic and interesting for characters to have faults, but this whole thing was written around Whisper being in the wrong when she really didn't do anything. Seriously she gets about three pages dedicated to her apologetic speech while Tangle gets two panels.

And again, that's all that comes of this. It only serves as a do-over on Whisper's growth from their mini series. It has no effect on anything else. This was pointless to include and just wastes time.

2. The city expanding is solved way too quickly, for the convenience of the reader and not for the plot

This is actually the exact same problem I had in Frontiers. All concepts of mystery and suspense are thrown out the window just to feed exposition to the reader/player.

This is it. They come to a conclusion as out there as "the city is alive" with clues as shaky as it's bigger and the damage from weeks ago has been fixed. No build up. No evidence. They don't have to work for the information. That wild idea is just accepted.

I take pot shots at Xenoblade 3 for lacking build up, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I have to give that game a bit of credit because at least there everyone needed some form of confirmation before accepting a concept as weird as there being two Noahs.

This type of writing does not serve the plot or characters. It's just a quick and frankly lazy way to give the reader context. If you can't make the reveal/realization of the information your plotline revolves around even feel earned, you've failed your job as a writer.

3. Sonic has to be taught the power of friendship and teamwork.

Sonic T. Hedgehog actually learns it's good to work with others. Something he's literally been doing this entire comic. Like please name a single time he hasn't been working with at least some part of his ensemble to complete a goal.

I suppose it's trying to be a response to this line from the previous issue, however Sonic never suggested going at it alone. He literally said they should work as a team and get the job done together.

This isn't even a case of "play the games" because it doesn't bother being consistent with itself.

4. Why is Sonic deferring to Lanolin

Does everyone forget this is a part of Sonic's character?

But it's because she's the next Sally stand-in. That's why he's tolerating her scolding and following her orders. Forget the fact that she's the least experienced one on this team and knows it herself, this mission was her idea so clearly she's in charge!

I don't dislike Lanolin and frankly I don't really care that Flynn is trying to find someone to make the new de facto Sally, better Lanolin than Amy in my books. However, this bossy bitch attitude is pretty far removed from when we last saw her. She was more easily startled, a bit submissive yet still kind and courteous.

Really not the type of person I'd expect to be saying things like this.

And therein lies the problem. By trying to make different characters into Sally, it erases what personality they had before that was arguably more interesting. If they want to say Lanolin just changed and grew into this, then they should've given us some indication.

I said before what makes a new character compelling is seeing how Sonic inspires them, but we don't get to see that journey with Lanolin because it's glossed over in a small summary.

Well, maybe her character arc is just kicking off, she is still jumpy and breaks down after they fell in the portal, after all. Maybe the whole boss-man routine is just a facade and Sonic will offer her encouragement and teach her it's better to be true to yourself, giving her the confidence to lead her own way– oh, nope. That's Tangle.

Where the hell does Sonic fit into this universe if none of these OCs really need him for anything?

5. The great OC debate

I've already said my peace about why I'm not fond of the huge focus on OCs in IDW, so I won't repeat myself here.

Part of me gets it, there's less restrictions on entirely new characters than there are on the pre-established game cast. Of course, those restrictions –or "mandates" as they've been coined– exist for a reason and should really only be a constant hurdle if you refuse to learn, both from your own mistakes and other official media.

If you are frequently getting notes about your portrayal of a character that is not yours, the fault lies with you and not the person giving you the notes.

Creating a bunch of characters as a way to get around that process does nothing to address the actual issue.

Of course, I've seen it said with this arc, "stop complaining about all the OCs, a bunch of the game cast is coming in soon, so just wait!" Oddly enough, that's another issue I'm having with this arc and the comic in general.

I am frankly fatigued by the amount of times they mash tons of characters together for a big ol' Avengers-style gig. Is it too much to ask that some of the extended cast that aren't named Tails get used in smaller, more personal ways rather than giant team ups?

We've gotten some of those, don't get me wrong. It's been a bit since the last huge cast clash, but it's just not something I'm itching to see again, especially after the story has revolved around OCs like Belle and Surge for awhile. I want more small-group adventures with the game cast so they can truly be utilized in a meaningful way.

6. There's too many big subjects fighting for space on the page

The Diamond Cutters fiasco played no role in anything, partly because there just didn't appear to be time to show it actually causing any tension. Lanolin's introduction and self-doubt as a leader comes and goes very quickly without any build up or foreshadowing. The expanding city, while being the main focus, is figured out way too fast on loose clues. They try to teach Sonic a "lesson" but it never actually bothers to show him having issues with that subject.

Everything is rushed and not getting enough time to fully cook, causing pacing problems. There's already this many things competing for focus and they're just gonna throw more characters at it. That's not gonna solve the issue. All of these points should be significant to the story, yet they are condensed to hell and no part of this plot is actively being played up in the slightest.

I'll be honest, I don't know if I even want to bother with this comic anymore. I liked Scrapnik Island, but I am just growing tired of the mainline stuff. I didn't even bother reading #57 until the leaks happened, my dash blew up and I went "SURELY there's some context in #57" only to find there was none. We're only two issues in and this arc is already suffering with pacing problems and has shown no redeeming qualities.

If this is the quality they've settled for so far, then I'm scared what they're gonna do with Team Dark.

#anti idw sonic #idw sonic spoilers #idw sonic #long post

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Headcanons regarding Garble and Smolder?

Hmm… Aight, I can think of a few.

First off, I’m pretty sure they were raised by a single mother. Which is, unfortunately, more common for dragons than it isn’t.

That said, ‘raised’ is a generous term for Smolder and Garble’s mom, even by dragon standards. She loves her kids, don’t get me wrong, but she can’t really be bothered to do more than just make sure they don’t die.

She is good at that part of the job at least. She may be less effective than sandpaper for a heartfelt talk about feelings, but Scorch help you if you ever threaten her kids.

Beyond their mother, Garble was definitely one of those older brothers who just kinda dragged Smolder along every time he hung out with his friends because he didn’t want to choose between hanging with his buddies or babysitting his little sister. And Smolder just spent so much time with the older dragons (and took absolutely no shit from them) that the older dragons just sort of… collectively adopted her as this quasi-little sister figure. Smolder was one of those kids whose friend group before the Student Six was just way older than her purely by association through her brother.

I imagine Smolder and Garble probably spent a lot of time daring each other to do the most rock-stupid stunts. Literally, the only reason they’re both still alive is because dragons are basically indestructible.

Neither of them will ever admit it, and both will deny it if it’s ever brought up, but one of Smolder’s earliest memories was of their mother hitting the drakesauce just a little too hard one night, yelling and throwing boulders around their cave as she ranted about their ‘good-for-nothing, pathetic excuse for a father!’

Smolder ended up hiding in Garble’s section of the cave and spent the whole night huddled in his arms, listening to their mother’s rampage.

Smolder and Garble were probably each other’s closest friends back in the day… because they desperately needed each other. They probably had a very ‘You and me against the world’ sort of sibling relationship.

#not a quote #headcanons #Smolder #Garble #dragons #student six #tw alchoholism #incorrect mlp student six quotes #mlp fim #mlp friendship is magic #my little pony

[sparkly-caroline]

Step right up, step right up! It's that time of the month where I give out opinions that will most likely get me crucified! Stick around for that!

Today I'm gonna be making one of my first "voicing opinions on Danganronpa" posts, that I might make more of. Since you know, I'm a Danganronpa fan, and have some thoughts about it.

Most of these posts are more than likely not based on OBJECTIVE fact (is it well written?) it's just my purely SUBJECTIVE opinion (do i hate it ot not?)

And Obviously MAJOR SPOILERS

Aight, let's cut to the chase: I fucking hate Tenko Chabashira.

No joke, she is one of my least favourite characters in V3. Not the entire series, just V3. I get she's kinda the "joke character that dies in Chapter 3 so we can have tension in Chapter 4", but every time she was on screen I groaned.

Again, this is all subjective opinion, and I'm not even gonna try to pretend that this isn't full of bias, because it definitely is. You're allowed to disagree with me. I'm not gonna be like "Tenko's objectively the worst character in the series!", cuz that sort of claim is dumb.

But goddamn man, I've held this opinion in for YEARS, ever since my first exposure to Danganronpa. It's coming out now.

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Here's Chabashira's basic shtick: she adores girls, hates men with a burning passion, has the hots for Yumeno... and is really fucking annoying. That's 90% of her character.

POINT ONE: HASHTAG "I HATE MEN"

If you hate those "Hashtag Kill All Men" girls that you normally see on sites like TikTok (because of course it'd be on TikTok), then you're probably not gonna like Chabashira either. There's not a single scene with her that has Chabashira NOT say "Degenerate Male", and it gets old REAL fast. Even more so than Angie's "atua" or Kiibo's "robophoic".

This mixed in with her loud and obnoxious personality makes it REALLY hard for me to find her even slightly tolerable.

"Uhm Actuhally, Tenko is an overexcited and cheerful person" yeah well, I think Ibuki did that shtick 8 billion times better.

And the thing is: her "i hate men" thing would be KINDA understandable if she was among the cast of Trigger Happy Havoc or Goodbye Despair, the games where TeruTeru Hanamura and Hifumi Yamada exist in. There, she would at least have something to use as an example and NOT sound like she's spewing complete bullshit. But with the exception of Ouma (and technically Korekiyo for reasons that she wasn't alive to see), all the male characters in V3 were at least decent people.

And I'm betting most of my money on this point: If Tenko Chabashira was genderbent and said all the things she usually says to men towards women, she would've be one of the most hated characters of the entire series, HANDS DOWN.

Imagine this one screenshot, but Saihara is a girl and Chabashira is a boy, and change the text to "degenerate female". Can you see the point now?

Seriously, if a male character said something like THIS to a female character: Guaranteed Cancellation. Twitter users all around the globe would be going NUTS the second V3 gains attention. It wouldn't matter how much of an overexcited person she is, nor any other good quality she could have. Genderbent Tenko + changing hating men to hating women = instantly the most hated character in the series.

Also, I think that this wouldn't be anywhere near as bad if she actually got called out in-game for these things, but she never does, or at least not in the main story. Nobody ever tells her "ayo, Tenko, your hating on men is getting annoying/problematic could you shut up about it for five seconds?" Nope. At most she's told to "calm down" (which half the time she just ignores), but NOBODY tells her that this isn't okay.

Say what you will about Danganronpa S. As mid as the game itself is:

At least some characters there were being like "I'm don't gotta put up with you and your annoying ass, bish." No such thing happens in V3.

So I thought: "Okay, what's the reason for this? Surely if she hates men this much, surely that means a boy must've done something really bad to her to CAUSE this." Well... nah.

See, after going through her FreeTime Events, you eventually learn that the reason why she hates men so much is because: her Master (who's a man too, might I add) basically taught her so and she's extremely gulliable.

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...

What. You thought there was more to it? Because there isn't. And that's not even the infuriating part, THIS is the infuriating part:

Her master, who she REALLY looks up to and whose every word she takes at face value... is a man himself. And Tenko only realized that was the case when Saihara pointed it out.

Again, I understand that Chabashira is NOT one of the characters you're supposed to take seriously. She's a joke character that dies in Chapter 3 so the tension in later chapters isn't severed. If anything this is probably a joke I'm taking way too seriously.

That being said, this is some of the STUPIDEST nonesense I've ever come across in a character's freetime events.

First off, I don't care how guillable you are, HOW DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT YOUR MASTER IS A GUY TOO?! You've been refering to your master as "he" and probably spent a large chunk of your life WITH said master, yet not once realized that he's a male at any point until Shuichi pointed it out... WHAT?! What did you THINK he was BEFORE this?! There's being guillable, and then there's being straight up stupid.

Second off, even IF this is supposed to make her look more adorkable and guillable and show that she'll believe anything she's told, I'm sorry but I'm not gonna view that explanation as okay when she has lines like these:

"The only good thing about males is that girls give birth to them!" "Yes! Degenerate males should definitely know their place!" "Don't you think it's weird for degenerate males to have Ultimate talents in the first place!? They're basically disgusting mud dolls! If those degenerates didn't have talents, this place would be an all-girls safe haven!"

Okay, Chabashira, shut the fuck up-

Honestly, face palm.

You know... I used to think Gonta was the lowest IQ character in V3. Now I don't. I'm pretty sure it's Tenko. I'm so sorry for ever thinking you were dumb, Gonta, never doubting you again king.

I feel like I'm losing my mind, writing this post and all the constant fact checking I gotta make. Honestly her freetime events were (and still are) a PAIN to sit through and the Class Trial Skill you get from 'em isn't really that useful either, but I can't make a post like this without checking them out, so here we are.

(Did I forget to mention that she says that she'll only touch Saihara if he gets a sex change?)

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I feel like I made this point clear though, it's gonna get a little TOO long if I keep going about this point. So yeah, that's 50% of Chabashira's character, let's move on to the other 50%

POINT TWO: WHATCHA DOIN WITH YUMENO OVER THERE

Now that we've got the elephant in the room outta the way, let's move on to the OTHER thing Chabashira's most known for:

Simping for Himiko Yumeno. Cuz we just gotta have at least one hardcore simp character in these Danganronpa games.

Much like Fukawa for Togami and Kazuichi for Sonia, Chabashira simps for Yumeno just as hard as those two. The only two differences are that Chabashira dies and the other two simps don't, and I kinda like the other two simps.

Kazuichi at least had other things going on with him when he wasn't thirsting over the princess (like being a bro for Hinata, a much better Hagakure than OG Hagakure and his freetime events not making me want to rip my hair out), and Fukawa won me over in Ultra Despair Girls.

At least Chabashira dying helped Himiko's character development, and Himiko's one of my favs from the game so it did what it was supposed to do. But I felt more for Himiko than I did for Tenko, tbh. And up until Chapter 3, her crush on Himiko was kinda... well uh...

Yeah.

Still not as cringe as Fukawa's fantasies in UDG, but still. And the thing is, the game wants me to think Tenko's simping isn't that creepy, but in chapters 1 and 2, Yumeno shows almost no interest at all. It's only in Chapter 3 that Himiko actually gives Tenko the time of day, and that was the scene before Tenko dies.

At least the games Fukawa and Kazuichi were in didn't make their respective simping as anything other than a quick gag, if anything the game poked fun at them for it. With Chabashira, I'm supposed to NOT do the same.

So in Chapter 3 they were like "oh wait, we actually need to make Chabashira more likable so her death affects Yumeno", so they made her like less of a creep for that one chapter. Also, I have heard from some posts way back (I think I saw 'em sometime before 2020) that Chabashira "sacrificed herself for Himiko"?? Which... no. I don't see how that could've worked.

Point one, she was just offering herself as a medium so Himiko could say bye to Yonaga. Chabashira thought that if Himiko had been the medium, then she couldn't have spoken to Yonaga. That's why she offered herself to be inside that cage instead. That was all there was to it, Chabashira's final act of kindness (and also VERY OBVIOUS red flag that might as well had said "Chabashira's gonna die") before she got seesawed by Shinguji.

Which brings me to point two, HOW would Chabashira have known that Shinguji was planning a murder right then and there? Sure, she hates men with a passion and that COULD'VE have made her assumed the worst of him, but she's definitely NOT the smartest person around and absolutely had NO WAY of knowing about Shinguji's "incest serial killer" tendencies at any point. She's already been see-sawed by the time he reveals his true nature to the others.

The only way I can think of is if she somehow had his motive video from Chapter 2, but the game never brings up that something like that had happened. Chabashira never shows any increased hostility towards Shinguji, she treats him the same as she treats every other male character. So no, Chabashira's death was not a sacrifice, and even though I haven't heard that theory in years, I figured I should mention it.

Long story short: Himiko's too good for you, you're not good enough for her, Chabashira.

POINT NO.3 - SHE HAS THE UGLIEST SPRITES IN THE GAME

Okay, this one's just a minor nitpick for the sake of being petty, but my god, Chabashira has some of the ugliest sprites in the entire game. Not in the unsettling or funny sense, just plainly ugly.

To give a comparison and show you what I mean:

This sprite of Ouma is terrifying. The first time I saw it, I was legit scared.

THIS Chabashira sprite is UGLY. Not fear inducing ugly, not comedically ugly like that one Kazuichi sprite, just plain ugly.

This is the sprite most likely to be used when she looks down on men, so just for that, minus 50 points.

And If I remember correctly (and if not, imma take the L and let myself be informed) showcasing this sprite of Chabashira led to the "I hope Tenko dies" thing before the game came out.

I learned that from this video:

But if I'm wrong about that, please let me know.

CONCLUSION - I DONT LIKE CHU TENKO

And that about wraps it up. It took me a week to write this, it's so long. I tried to like Tenko at times, but I just couldn't do it, sorry folks.

Again, if you disagree with me, that's cool. You do you, we can all agree to disagree.

Anyway, i'm gonna go hide in my bunker now, catch y"all later.

#ramblings #Dangan Opinions #new tag baby whoooo #tenko chabashira #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #long post #because wtf am i doing with my life #ranting about a 2017 game character for god knows how long #i'm not well #i'm gonna get crucified for this #who let me cook

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Aight. It's Annello time.

SO my interpretation of Annello has a slightly different backstory from the semi-official one given by Rageminer. They still fuse the same way, with Annie showing up after Garcello dies but is still hanging around as a ghost, she runs up and reaches out for him and. Yea.

A big difference in mine though is that the fusion isn't as much physically painful as it is uh,, mentally. Once they fuse both.. I guess sides?? of them are terrified and confused. Once they even realize what happened they're understandably fuckin horrified. Mostly because.. it technically means the 2 won't really see each other ever again

I say this cause.. while I might refer to them acting more like Annie or garcy, it's not a situation of 2 consciousnesses (is that even a word hell if I know) existing simultaneously, but just one with personality traits and memories of both. Sure, they can recognize what parts of them come from who, but they still are just one.

It also takes them a while to really be able to function again. Their highly conflicting personality traits can make it really hard for them to make decisions and the energetic-ness from Annie and anxiety from Garcello don't exactly mix nicely. They are simultaneously not used to being so energetic and highly emotional from Garcy's side, and not used to being so anxious and tired from Annie's side. They have a lot of moments where Annie's impulsivity kicks in, they do something kind of foolish and immediately wonder wait why the hell did I do that??

They also probably talk to themself a lot. Both cause they sometimes need to do that to get their thoughts in order and cause they're lonely :[

They eventually start sorting themself out though (but also with my version of them they at least have lil Rascal with them, since for me she and Annie would've had a sibling-rivalry type relationship that would carry over to annello, but that's probably a post for another day)

So. I imagine their actual personality being a slightly ominous goofball. I say ominous because come the fuck on they have both the Annie chaos and the garcy calm chill guy demeanor. Do u see what I'm going for here. They're gonna take Garcy's mysterious dude in the alleyway thing and take it to the next level by actually seeming like theyre totally up to something. They can go from tired bastard to bouncy ball of mischief within seconds. I think they'd start to lean into how they seem weird and unpredictable, since it's something about them they really can't change, might as well embrace it.

I imagine them kind of speaking with kind of a sweet but sly tone while also sounding very calm and quiet. Unlike their 1 official voice line, I hc that their voice can shift between sounding more like Annie or garcello, with it naturally changing depending on how they feel or what they're trying to convey. They could also consciously change it but they can't perfectly mimick one or the other. If they're excited or shouting though, that's how you get then speaking with both voices at the same time.

Ok that's mostly it for their character but there's a few more lil details that didn't really fit in this whole explanation so here's a few more things I came up with, sometimes with inspo from people on discord:

- since they're a fusion of a very much alive Annie and a ghost garcy, annello is half-ghost. For a while they'd randomly phase through things accidentally before they learned to get it under control. Might also allow them to dissappear at will. Because fuck you I think that's fun and cool

- said half-ghost thing also lead to an agreement that Hiroari Shoots A Strange Bird ~ Till When? is annello boss fight theme. Though, I also heavily associate them with Hartmann's Youkai Girl too. Fuck I can't avoid bringing up touhou every chance I get god dAMMIT FU

- oh on the topic of songs that fit my version of them. Deathbody by Ghost and Pals and The Ballad of Jane Doe from Ride the Cyclone

- I'm not sure if I'm keeping this now but i feel like it's worth adding, I had an old liquid form design for annello where they were more of a vapor-y ghost monster instead

- they have a bit of claustrophobia, both cause of their memory of dying in a small alley but also because they are significantly taller than the 2 goobers were, everything they're familiar with like their apartment and such feels smaller to them.

-oh yea. They're taller than even garcello was. I imagine them at like 6'5-7 ft tall

- they are the epitome of 2 idiots does not make a smart person. It makes an ominous but awkward airheaded dingus

- despite them being all weird and shit they're a complete fucking softie. I don't need to explain why with these 2 goobers it should be obvious

- for a good while after they fused they dressed like a complete fucking mess since they didn't know how the fuck they wanted to dress. This is what happens when u have the fashion taste of an emo furry and a man who'd wear pajamas 24/7 if it was socially acceptable

- they have fangs, but unlike Annie that's the only part of their teeth that are still sharp. Even so, garcys influence means they still feel awkward having them, so the fangs cause them to sometimes speak with a bit of a lisp

- still kibby just a really fuckin weird one

That's all. Have some doobles of the silly and uhh stan annello or perish

#annello #hazy river #garcello #annie fnf #long post #im very not sorry for being completely ridiculous about them

[herbalinz-of-yesteryear]

Aight another tag game

This one is super cool and fun! Thanks dear @nananarc

Dew it for your OC! 🤡🔪

Take the Quiz here. Dress up your OC here.

My Star Wars OC “Edessa Jerrika.�� Something AU something. Working with her back story of working as a bartender, Jizz singer/ strip dancer on Corellia when she was young and stupid(er). I think she dyed her hair black then to make herself more striking in neons (or what she thought anyway). Her result is—

The final girl

congrats, you're the one who makes it to the end. your instincts, paranoia, and/or pure fucking stubbornness guide you every bloody step of the way. when the dawn finally breaks, you're the last one left standing. sure, it cost you friends and loved ones and you're going to have one hell of a therapy bill, but at least you're alive.

Tagging @luciferian-herbivore @amorfista @cccrouton @justalittletomato @vexscuro @poetikat @eloquentmoon @stardustbee @grinningnexu @gran-maul-seizure @art-hoe-world @chikuwashika @marmottine @maferartblog if you are interested:)

#awful yes awful #sw has the darnest namings #but to say it’s jazz kinda feels like an insult to jazz yknkw #tag game #star wars oc #edessa jerrika

[hyperfix-tangented]

SOD Trio (incorrect) quotes! Because I'm bored, have no impulse control and own a laptop

Thyme: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Hyper: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

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Techie: Do I least have a chance to explain myself? Hyper: This is America, so nope! Techie: This isn't America, this is OHIO!

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Hyper: Hello friends! The Squad: Hyper: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling

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Techie: My future friend must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Thyme: steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely Techie: That one. I want that one.

(Listen I know it said 'partner' before but this is too accurate I can't.)

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Techie: watching the squad's shenanigans with concern Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand? Hyper: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list.

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Techie: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Hyper: …All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

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Techie: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. Techie: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

(100% something she would've said at some point. Not even incorrect just definitely have been words she's spoken at one point or another lol)

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Techie: You’re alive. Hyper: No need to sound so disappointed.

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Thyme: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Techie: How can you still say that? Thyme: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

(Oof, painfully accurate.)

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the Squad cleaning up Thyme: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. Techie, to Hyper: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

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Techie: Alright, listen up you little shits. Techie: Not you Thyme. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

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Techie: We all have our demons. Techie, grabbing Hyper: This one’s mine.

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Hyper: BE A BETTER PERSON! Thyme: WHY?! Hyper: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

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This feels like a good place to stop XD

#sod trio #wtdh hyper #wtdh techie #wtdh thyme

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Aight, so what's the Lazy Road AU all about?

It's like a hodge podge of the previous tf aus and continuities like Box and some others. Transformers rescue bots academy? Yeah! Transformers animated? Yeah! A little bit of Cyberverse? Absolutely!

Gabby origins still play the same way... With human experiments in them... Gabby doesn't care about her dad, she'd rather forget him, little did she know... He's still alive. Kabiguan is also in this au, alongside another sibling, a cassetticon named Scratchin.

The autobot and decepticon war is still going on. Bumblebee went into hiding. But his kid, Rubble takes his place. And an organization called L.I.B.R.A, an organization that really wants to get rid of the transformers off the earth (why is it called Libra? Dunno, it sounds cool) are the main antagonists in the au!

The botbots do exist, though they don't have a large role.

There's a group of new colonies, one of them is called the Daemonitronians, basically like transformers demons... For some reason...

Megatron on the road to redemption!... And Shutter blocking the way also for some reason...

A lovely colorful cast of decepticons who didn't realize that they're in a horrible predicament and probably need help.

A transformers oc, Mica, she's a therapist who jumps back and forth from decepticon to autobot bases, and no one knew...

But eventually... Everyone just stops caring and settled down, enjoying their new life... It was a bumpy road but at least they get to slow down, before the next adventure.

#working on a transformers au #transformers ocs #transformers #tf ocs #transformers botbots #botbots #tf botbots #tf rba #transformers rescue bots academy #tfa #transformers animated #transformers cyberverse #tf cyberverse

[thegamingcatmom]

Good afternoon, darling Cat Mom! 💖 I hope that today is treating you well.

I am here to take up space in your ask box again with more questions about your version of our lovely Maggot Mommy. 🥰

In the film, Ellie’s physical body dies in the process of the possession taking hold, and is at least dead for a short period of time. ( Whilst she’s tucked up in bed. ) This is why she has the delightful blueish-grey tint to her skin. 😻

So, for your own personal version of Maggot Mommy.. Do you see her physical body to still be completely dead, or is her body alive again now that she is possessed? Or perhaps you see her as undead.. in the way that zombies are both dead but alive?

Does your Momma have a beating heart? Circulating blood? Does she have any specific bodily functions that still work? Or any bodily functions that still require use / attention? ( For example, eating / drinking? Going to the bathroom? Getting wet? 😏 )

Is your Momma warm to the touch, or does she feel cold? Perhaps certain parts of her feel warm, and other parts feel cold? For example, her skin may be icy cold like a corpse, but her mouth / tongue is still hot? Or maybe rather than feeling cold, Momma is actually hot to the touch,? Like a perpetual fever, from being inhabited by a demonic entity?

I am an absolute sucker for details, so I want to know everything that there possibly is to know. 🙊

Sending love and clawed Momma hair strokes your way x 🖤

Well hello there lovely! 🥰💕 I´m doing quite well, thanks for asking. 🥰

Hbu dear? You better stay hydrated in this weather! ☝🏼🫗

Oh please DO feel free to take up as much space as you wanna with all your delicious, detailed questions. Details are my weakness! 🥵🥵🥵

Ohhh, these are some questions indeed ALNALSDNFASDNLFÖ. My brain´s already tingling, lemme tell ya. Love them! 😍

AIGHT SO,

...damn, that´s actually quite complicated lmao. Like, Momma´s dead but at the same time she´s not.

I like to think that a part of Momma - the Ellie part - is defo dead, rotten, has ceased to exist because otherwise that demonic entity wouldn´t have been able to take over. A body can´t have two residents, two souls (even if one of them is rotten to the core) and while split personality actually does exist irl that is a whole other topic and has nothing to do with demonic entities taking over (and I, in no way, mean to downplay that disorder or make fun of it).

So, when I say Ellie I´m talking about the very soul, the spirit.

Ellie had to die in order for that demon to take full control over mind and body. But, at the same time, while It doesn´t require vital functions like respiration, digestion, excretion or a beating heart to simply be, the (Ellie) shell It inhabits does. And, as with any housing, you gotta take care of it and do some maintenance so it doesn´t start falling apart over time.

So if that entity plans on getting comfy then It gotta keep the "house" in shape, lest it starts rotting.

So yes, that body IS still alive and kicking in a way because It makes it so in order to be up and about in actual, physical form. It´s like a parasite latching onto and taking over another life form to be able to thrive which is only possible if the parasite doesn´t kill its host.

Now, as for your deliciously detailed questions about Momma´s inner workings as well as her body´s temperature...I think it´s not a matter of if it happens but when. Because that body is still active in some way but, at the same time, not active enough to pass as a real human being. Meaning, the body being "alive" is not a permanent state but rather...it´s remaining on standby until the situation requires for it to "wake up". Or until it´s starting to protest because Momma keeps neglecting it because she doesn´t know how to human, at all.

So, Momma can be warm to the touch and can have a beating heart and circulating blood and she can have bodily functions that still require use...if the entity wills it or the situation requires/triggers it. My latest post is actually a good example of what a trigger might look like because her darling Drama Queen getting manhandled like that surely triggered quite a bit in Momma, made her boiling with rage and if someone were to (be foolish enough to) touch her in that moment they might actually hear a hiss! because Momma is literally boiling. Overcome with a fury you do not wanna witness.

(Btw, I absolutely love your idea of Momma being quite hot to the touch because of the fever she might´ve been suffering ever since that parasite took over. 👌)

Sometimes a situation requires certain bodily functions though and now the aforementioned maintenance comes into play. Like, yknow, making sure the facade hasn´t got any cracks and frequently unclogging any drains that require it and mowing the lawn and-

So, at some point, the body will give out these signals when something ain´t right. Be it dehydration, starvation or near passing out from a lack of oxygen because Momma does tend to forget us meek humans kinda need that stuff to survive - wimps.

However, as I´ve said before, it´s not permanent but more like a refill, like someone refueling their car - enabling them to continue driving over a longer period of time before the next refill is needed. Momma´s filling her tanks, so to speak.

However...given the right motivation...if SOMEONE desired her to...demanding her to get all hot and bothered there´d be no hesitation, Momma´s on it - body heating up in milliseconds - and you actually start to sweat a bit already-

(I also feel it necessary to mention that Momma can heat up any part of that body...separately. The choice is all yours... 😏🔥)

I´d say she´s rather cold to the touch by nature though because that body has died already and runs on standby most of the time now.

So, to summarize:

It - the evil entity - is the main source of power that keeps everything running, the brain if you will. In order to exist in physical form It needs a host though. Enter Ellie shell (I´m sorry girl 💔).

Ellie shell needs constant maintenance to be able to run smoothly though. So It better take good care of Shellie because no body = no hands or tongue or anything to smother her darling Drama Queen with, climb into her and be one now and forever-

(It has to be said though, it does help with the maintenance that Maggot Momma´s got a rather excellent wound healing.)

Oh! One thing I´ve been wanting to mention as well is the fact this demonic entity knows stuff only human!Ellie could´ve known. Like the fact she calls aunty Beth "Bethy Boo" or "groupie (slut)" or just being quite maternal in general, albeit in a very deranged way. All signs that there´s a connection and Ellie is still there somewhere but not really present, it´s more like an echo.

(And now I´ve actually made myself fucking sad - mourning Ellie and thinking about how she deserved so much better. 😭💔)

But yeah, I like to imagine the whole process of being half dead and coming back to life again, systems booting up only if necessary, works similar to someone bridging their car because I asked Google because I´m a nerd and this is what it says:

"...where two channels are combined to produce one channel with maximum output power."

I think this hits the nail right on the head. ☝️

Tysm for your ask. I hope I was able to answer your deliciously detailed questions equally as delicious and detailed. 🥰🥰🥰

#evil dead rise #maggot mommy #deadites #evil dead rise...but gayer #alyssa sutherland #ellie bixler

[harm0nianecterepassus]

You guys, I did it. I finished Manacled… but I don’t think I will ever be over it, in a sad, beautiful heart-broken kind of way. Spoilers ahead:

I now know it ends well (as well as it could, truly) but why do i feel so sad? 🥺 like, yes, they get what they wanted but the path to get to that point was so painful, i don’t think my heart will ever recover. I still keep thinking “was it worth it?” sometimes. Wouldn’t it have been better if they just died and at least they would be at peace, away from it all? It was so much heartbreak and loss after loss… how did they manage? And even at the end, it wasn’t perfect, and that’s what made it so beautiful; because shit isn’t perfect. Trauma recovery isn’t a one way street, you take two steps forward and then one back, and it goes forever. You have to choose to stay alive, and try, and choose love; and it was painful but they still did it, goddamnit, they still chose each other even when it didn’t look pretty and they knew it would never be perfect 😫💕

It was dark, but it still made me laugh, squeal and strike my fist in the air and cover my mouth with shock. HOW?! I have to admit it was very emotionally draining for me, I kept thinking “i wish i saved DMATMOOBIL for after Manacled” lol. But it speaks so well of @senlinyu hability to take you on an unexpected ride, to make you connect and feel for them, to the point of me wishing they would just die so they wouldn’t suffer any longer. Was it just me? Do i just give up so easily? (apparently yes lol don’t drag my suffering, i’d rather peace out).

And also, i feel like i somatized Hermione’s anxiety bc every damn time she would start hyperventilating my heart would start racing for the hills, i wouldn’t breathe; this damn fic got me waiting for THE FALLOUT until the last fucking possible chance lol when i read “2024” i was like “AIGHT’ SURELY NOTHING’S GONNA HAPPEN NOW”. But i was so scared something horrible would happen: every time they did/said something nice i would be like “okay now they die”. Surprisingly, i did not cry, though.

I think I need to discuss this with my therapist lol

Anyways, it was an overall amazing story, masterfully constructed, and beautifully executed. It forever holds a special place in my heart. 10/10

My advice now that I’m a proud member of the “Manacled fucked me up too (and i would let it do it again)” club, i’d tell readers to make sure they have something happy, light and chill to read on the side, because i did not have anything else to read while i took breaks (i obssess over a story, i know, it’s unhealthy) and also to just take their time, it gets heavy and uncomfortable sometimes, it’s worth it if you mind the trigger warnings and make sure you’re feeling okay and safe to read.

So, yeah, that was Manacled. I have decided to read Love in a time of the Zombie Apocalypse next. I’m feeling like diving into a “different” AU. I know, I’m rambling now and this is going on forever, but if anyone has cared to read this far, would you kindly reccommend some AU fics not related to the war/hogwarts? Thankyouthankyouthankyou 💕

Bye now!

#harry potter #dramione fandom #draco malfoy #dramione #hermione granger #dramione fanfic #hermione x draco #ao3 harry potter #fanfiction #harry potter fandom #dramione ao3 #dhr #fanfic #manacled #senlinyu #proud member of the Manacled fucked me up (and i would let it do it again) club #harry porter fanfic

[elshells]

What inspired you to write Encore? Is there any specific character or characters you felt inspired by when character designing?

Oooh, I haven't shared very much about Encore yet, but I'm excited to talk about it! Thanks for showing interest!

The whole idea came about from the Final Girl trope. It's everywhere in horror, and I've always been fascinated by it. Everyone dies except one person, who lives to tell the tale, but their story ends before we get to see what happens. A lot of horror is left up to interpretation, but one story in particular changed how I saw it.

I used to be really into watching YouTube let's play videos when I was a teenager, and one game I watched a ton of people play was this choose-your-own-adventure style horror movie game called Until Dawn. It very much has the vibe of a cheesy horror movie where none of the characters were likable and it was painfully obvious that none of the writers had ever had any meaningful interactions with real teenagers, but it still had a charming quality to it and the plot had enough action that I was able to look past it. But basically, the premise is that there are multiple endings with different outcomes where depending on the actions you made throughout the game, you could kill everyone, or save everyone, or somewhere in between.

At the end of the game (assuming at least one character makes it out alive), there's a cut scene during the credits where the remaining characters are interviewed by the police. There was one character in particular (Sam, I think?) who very much had Final Girl energy from the very beginning. She was one of the few characters with redeeming qualities, and she always showed remorse at the deaths of her friends, blaming herself for what happened. But at the same time, she seemed slightly unstable, and of course, the cop or reporter or whoever she was speaking to didn't seem to believe her recount of what had happened.

Most importantly, it was the first time I realized that we never got to see what happened after all the horror, and the first time I became invested in finding out. The Final Girl survives, but the story is over after she serves her purpose. Suddenly, I was interested in finding out what happened to her afterwards. Did she move on? Did she try to solve the mystery? Did she continue to spiral?

So, Encore takes place ten years after such a tragedy, with an up-and-coming musician named Cece Harper as our lead character and resident Final Girl. The rest of the process of how the story comes together is weird because it kind of happened all at once. I had this idea for telling the Final Girl's story for years, but didn't yet have a plot, until it all just hit me like a truck, and even though I was already working on another story, I was just like, "Aight, let's do this."

As for character designs? I guess Cece would have been inspired by that girl from Until Dawn, but very loosely. Really, the Final Girl is the only thing they have in common. The only character that came from another source was Red, the street magician that helps guide Cece through her journey in time. Her character design was inspired by the music video for a song called "Phantom," by Give Heart Records, which I've talked about before for being one of my favorite villain themes. The phantom character in that video very much has a 'deal with the devil' vibe that heavily influenced how I went about creating Red.

Thanks again! If you decide to read it, I hope you enjoy it! At the moment, it's unfinished and only posted to my Wattpad account, but I do plan on sharing it to Tumblr eventually.

Maybe I'll introduce it in October, just in time for Halloween. That seems appropriate.

#thank you for the ask! #lore rambles #wip: encore #ella's writing

[azaleaniath]

hi!! i loved your merlin fics!! i was wondering if you could right anything for gwaine?? i love the angst that ends in fluff/comfort, like maybe one of them or both are fighting in some battle and end up really hurt but all is well at the end??

thank you so much! please keep them coming! 💛

Aight, I just got this done! I hope it's to your liking, I loved the idea! Thanks for your request, feel free to request more ❤️

Gwaine X Reader

word count: 1.3k

TW: blood, injuries, speaking about death

The screaming and shouting of people outside of the room sent shivers down your spine. "Please let him come back alive..." you mumbled and prayed to yourself while bandaging a knight's leg. You, Gwen, Gaius and Merlin did their best to manage to help every wounded person that was brought in, while the soldiers, guards and knights defended the citadel of Camelot.

Tears filled your eyes as you scanned the room, seeing a few familiar faces. It's been a few hours since Morgana's men had attacked the city, and it seemed like a never ending nightmare. As soon as you were done you rushed over to the next person in need.

Everytime the doors swung open and someone got brought in, it made your entire body tense, just to hear the sound of the heavy door open.

Gwen gave you a worried look as she picked up more bandages. Her voice ripped you from thinking about what could possibly happen to Gwaine, the knight you adored so much.

"(Y/N), you should take a break, we've got this. Sit down for a second."

"I can't, not at all. Let me help, it distracts me at least a little bit."

Not even a second later the doors to the room opened again, and you saw Gwaine and Percival sneeking in. It filled your heart with joy to see him alive, even if Percival's enormous body almost covered him completely.

You dropped everything immediately, your legs carried you towards them with haste. Relief filled your heart. Percival looked around, seeing you charging at them with a smile.

He immediately blocked Gwaine from your eyes.

Soon you noticed that Gwaine was shakingly holding onto the other knights shoulder, a heavy, bloody cough escaped his lips, as he spit onto the ground. In shock, your eyes widened at the sight of Gwaines bloody saliva on the floor.

Merlin noticed the situation as well and hurried over to his friend, supporting him and carrying him to a near bed while you fought Percival with all your strength to let you pass.

"He's my boyfriend, let me help him!" You screamed as Percival dragged you away. He didn't care how much you hurt him, Gwaine did not want you to see him in this state.

"I swore to him that I wouldn't let you see. It was his own wish."

"I don't care, I need to aid him! Percival, let me go! bloody hell! What happened to him?! I can't let anything happen to him!"

"I can't let you, I am sorry, (Y/N)."

You screamed from the top of your lungs, scratching and punching the giant as he tried to hold you back while you sobbed.

Your eyes analyzed the room, catching sight of Gwaine and Merlin soon while still struggling to get yourself off of the knight.

Merlin stared at Gwaine's chest with wide eyes, thinking about what to do for a moment. Gaius had watched the entire situation for some time, he walked over to you. It had taken a bit for you to realize there was nothing you could to against Percivals tight grip.

Tears rolled down your face as you slowly but surely leant against the man, crying with your face buried into his chest.

He had been the one to introduce you to your now boyfriend and even get you two together. If someone knew how much you cared for each other, it was him.

"Lady (Y/N), I have something for you that will calm you down. Here, take this." Gaius spoke in a soft voice as he apporached you, handing a potion out to you.

After a while, you got yourself a hold of the potion, removing the cork and drink it down in one shot.

Gaius stared at you for a few seconds, as if he was waiting for a reaction. Soon, you felt your entire body becoming heavy as a rock.

"You've been a good help, Milady, but now we have to leave your beloved to Merlin. He's in good hands."

Your eyes fell shut at his words, against your will. With that, you fell asleep in Percivals strong arms within a few seconds.

As you woke up, you found yourself in your bed. The sunshine blinded you as soon as you opened your eyes.

To recall your last minutes awake had taken a bit, your head was aching like hell.

Yet as you remembered bit by bit, you nearly jumped out of your bed, running out of your room immediately, not even putting on shoes.

As you sprinted around the corner, you felt yourself running into someone familiar.

The hands of Arthur himself held your shoulders to catch you from the impact, he had a bright smile in his visage.

"Lady (Y/N), good to see you awake! Its been two days since, uh..."

"Is Gwaine alright?"

Arthur saw the panic in your eyes, so he nodded heavily once.

"He's still on with his weird humor, so I guess so. But jokes aside. He is alive and he's doing fine. He's in Gaius chambers right now."

A wide smile was visible on your face now as well. You thanked him with a quick nod and sprinted over to Gaius' room on your bare feet.

As you entered without a knock, you saw Gwaine sit on a chair in the middle of the room, joking around with Merlin while he exchanged his old bandages with fresh ones.

You rushed over the knight who also showed a happy face, he raised his arms slowly to embrace you. A tear of happiness rolled down your cheek as you embraced the love of your life for a whole while, clinging onto him as if you were never letting to again.

"My dear (Y/N)..." He mumbled, while gently pressing you against his chest, immediately regretting this action as the pain shot through his upper body again.

"What happened to you?"

"Ah, nothing, really..."

"He had a dagger stuck in his chest."

Merlin blankly explained, earning a disappointed look from the knight.

"I said she doesn't have to know!"

"I have a right to know that!" Your face got very serious very quick, almost angry.

You distanced yourself a good meter to fully check out Gwaine's body for other wounds.

"I didn't want you to see this. I was afraid that it might haunt you forever..."

Merlin decided to retreat himself to give you a few minutes in private.

You grabbed his hands as you knelt down in front of the chair Gwaine was sitting on.

His chocolate eyes had rarely seemed to be so serious.

"I asked Percival to keep you away so you wouldn't blame yourself in case I wouldn't make it."

His words hit your heart deeply. It ached to think of a live without him, but even while dying Gwaine prioritized your well-being over his own. It showed you how much he deeply cared for you. Yes, this was the man you would love forever, you thought to yourself.

"But, as you see, it takes a lot to get rid of me. I mean, imagine having to spend your life without me, that sounds extremely lame and boring for you. So I fought, to enlighten your future with my presence, which should be a grace to everyone knowing me~" Gwaine tried to lift your mood with a few jokes, and it worked.

It always worked.

"Just promise to take care of you, alright?"

You got up and leant over to him, cupping his face with both hands.

"I will, I promise. And in case I fail, I still have Merlins magic hands. They truly work wonders on wounds."

With pouted cheeks you squeezed his cheeks, shaking his head a few times while he complained about your action.

"Let's not even get that far, alright?"

"Alright, alright!"

As he had responded, you gently cupped his face again, leaning in closer.

"I love you, Gwaine..." you whispered against his lips before pressing a gentle kiss onto them. He kissed you back and placed his hands on your shoulders, before withdrawing after a moment.

"And I love you, my darling."