#but what if he Is the murderer' i reminded myself of that scene and of how i told myself i wouldn't suspect him

[tardis--dreams]

That first rain scene in beyond evil

#that's the post #no need to say anything else #that was the moment i made up my mind about dongsik the first time i watched it i #and decided to believe he wasn't the murderer. and everytime they tried to make you doubt him and I was like 'oh no #but what if he Is the murderer' i reminded myself of that scene and of how i told myself i wouldn't suspect him #this scene means Everything to me #do you even understand #i'm going insane #beyond evil

[ginkgo-phyta]

At elementary school I bent down next to an open window, when I stood up I hit my scalp with the "corner" (I don't know the exact word, English is not my first language), hurting myself (even though I didn't tell anyone because I was embarrassed about it). Since then, I pay more attention to edges, always covering them with my hand. So it got me thinking, Spencer Reid x Reader where Reader, during dinner with the team, drops something and crouches down to catch it, when they move their hand to cover the edge of the table (in order not to injure themselves) it touches Spencer's hand (I'm being delusional about that video of a man doing it for his gf while I do it for myself, because I'm lonel an independent woman). Thank you for reading this <33

A/N: ahh i’m so sorry that happened when you were younger! i love this prompt tho, reminds me of all those moments in kdramas ehehe i too would want spencer reid to do this for me *swoons* i hope you enjoy, my love!

Summary: Spencer notices you covering corners of sharp surfaces to stop yourself from getting hurt. One evening, he decides to do it for you.

fluff, gender neutral reader, no warnings(?), 1.8k words

It was normal for Spencer to pick up on others’ behaviors, completely in-line for him to observe his coworkers and mentally note their different habits or time how long it ordinarily takes them to complete a task. Usually, he finished his desk work quicker than his counterparts, granting him plenty of time in between to people-watch. For some reason, however, he observed you the most. At this point it had been five months, one week, three days, fourteen hours and thirty-six minutes since you were introduced to the team, since you were officially a part of the BAU family, and Spencer was acutely aware of your movements for every one of those seconds. 

I’m just being cautious, he’d try to reason with himself whenever he’d catch himself staring a little bit too intently at you, watching your every moment a bit too closely. The other profilers around him, however, knew the true reason. Unbeknownst to Spencer, hushed whispers, knowing looks, quirks of eyebrows, twitches of smiles all passed around him every time he’d observe you. You were none the wiser, simply too engrossed in whatever task lay at hand to be privy to any peering gazes.

There were a few of your quirks that struck Spencer the most: the way you lightly tapped your fingertips against the computer keyboard as you brainstormed what to type next; how you made sure to thoroughly wipe your shoes on entrance mats before stepping into any space- even deceased victims’ homes; your habit of humming random, seemingly made-up tunes as you ate your lunch; and lastly, yet most strikingly, the way you would diligently cover sharp corners with your hands, obviously incredibly wary of them. The way you maneuvered around certain tasks confused Spencer, at first, but he found out the cause of your behavior purely by luck. 

The first time he picked it up was watching you make coffee at the BAU kitchenette three weeks, two days, six hours, and fifty-five minutes into starting the job. Unlike Spencer- who would swing the cabinet open without a care in the world if it hit him in the head, too concerned about simply getting his caffeine fix- you would gingerly open the door at a forearm's distance. He noticed the way you’d wrap your palm over the bottom corner of the cabinet door, holding it that way while putting your coffee together with the other hand. The second time he noticed was five days, ten hours, and seventeen minutes after the first, when the two of you were looking over a crime scene nestled in the unsuspecting suburbs of Los Angeles. You and Spencer were combing over the murder site in the master-bedroom when something caught your eye. You had slowly approached the source of glinting on the baseboard below a window where the unsub was thought to have entered the home. Even though your eyes never left the mysterious material, your gloved hand came up to cushion the corner of the wooden blinds that had been left swung open as you crouched below them. 

Spencer had given this habit of yours much thought over the next week, three days, four hours, and forty-nine minutes until Derek had revealed the wizard behind the curtain. 

“What happened here, sugar?” the broad-shouldered profiler asked you from where he leaned against your desk, hand coming up to quickly and lightly tap your temple.

“Oh, this?” you breathe out, your own fingers replacing where the man’s had just grazed, pressing into the barely-noticeable scar. You chuckled at the memory, “When I was a kid, my head hit the corner of a window’s molding pretty hard…” your voice trails off a bit, zoning out as you massage the miniscule indent.

Derek audibly winces at the mental image, “Must’ve hurt like a bitch, huh?”

You nod in response, “I never told anyone, though. Now you know my deepest, darkest secret.” You shot him a playful grin before turning back to the case file on your desk where Morgan was helping you with a consult. 

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Spencer had overheard the whole thing. It all made sense now, the event clearly occurred at an impressionable age, leaving traces of trauma spurring your muscle memory. The young doctor made sure to file that information away in the recesses of his mind. He took a few minutes to think about it first, along with the other habits of yours he’d picked up on. Spencer’s mind began to wander, dreaming of the different possible backstories for each quirk. He wondered what other traits you might exhibit that he had yet to have seen. Was there anything you stopped yourself from doing, anything you were made to feel embarrassed about? He knew how cruel people could be. The prospect of someone humiliating you had him fisting his hands against his thighs, jaw clenching ever-so-slightly. That would be ridiculous, absurd even! All of your whimseys were just that; intriguing, charming, and…endearing. Wait, wait, no! Spencer shook the thought out of his head- that’s not what he meant! He turned back to his own work, deep in thought: Or…was it?

One month, one week, five hours, and twelve minutes after Spencer clued in on the lore behind your little habit, everyone was gathered at Rossi’s house for a team dinner. The eldest agent wanted to properly welcome you into the team, even though it had been quite some time since you started. Five months, one week, three days, fourteen hours and thirty-eight minutes. Everyone sat around David’s long, rectangular dinner table where he stood at the head, wine glass raised. He spoke your name, loud and welcoming. 

“Chiedo scusa, I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to have you here. But, I want to quickly say how grateful we are to have you part of this team. People have come, people have gone, but you will always be part of the BAU family.” With a flourish, he urged everyone else to raise their glasses, “Salute!” 

“Salute!”

“Here, here!”

“Cheers!”

“We love you!”

The mix of happy voices and delicately dinging glasses praising you warmed your cheeks in delight. The job was tough, but having people like these to work beside made everything easier. The flush painted over your ears and tickled the back of your neck when you glimpsed over to Spencer who gazed back at you with fond and tender eyes. 

“Cheers,” he whispered, leaning in just a bit to clink his glass with yours, “We’re lucky to have you here.” 

All you could do was shake your head as you chuckled, sheepishly taking in the way Spencer’s soft oak eyes peered at you over the edge of his water glass. You went to pick your fork up from the table mat, but your hands felt weak and palmy from being so close to the fluffy haired genius, causing the utensil to fumble out of your fingers. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, you were forming a not-so-subtle crush on him. 

“Damn,” you whispered to yourself, craning your neck to see where the fork hard landed on the elegantly patterned rug. Quite a bit away from you under the table, unreachable by stretching foot. With a light groan you pushed out of your chair, settled on the idea of crawling under the table to get the fugitive cutlery. Out of reflex, your hand flew up to hold onto the edge of the dinner table to prevent any possibility of bumping your head against it. Instead of feeling smooth, rigid, temperate wood under your palm, you felt something soft and warm. Immediately, your hand flinched away and you looked up from the floor to see Spencer hands, large and steady, cupping the profile of the table. 

“Oh, sor-” 

Before you could even finish apologizing, his raspy timbre sang out, “Don’t worry, I got it.” 

Your heart swelled with an unplaceable emotion. The flush from earlier returned with greater heat, spreading over every square inch of your body. It took you a moment of just staring at him in shock before his voice pulled you out of your daze. 

“You can go, it’s okay,” his laugh was shy this time, eyes running from your gaze to focus on the conversation your tablemates were having. 

You snapped out of your bewilderment, crouching down and fetching your fork before emerging back into your seat. Spencer kept his hand in the same position the whole time, picking at his own food and laughing with the others who didn’t seem to notice what you were up to. 

“Thank you,” you said, all settled into your chair. Your words returned Spencer’s attention to you, a kind smile growing on his face. 

“It’s no problem,” his hand lingered for a split-second longer than necessary before sliding into his lap. It had been a reflexive action, his subconscious fearing you would hurt yourself, but as the seconds passed he started doubting himself. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. I know it’s happened before.” The unexpected confession caused Spencer to look away from you, fearing he’d made you uncomfortable. With a light cough, he brought his napkin up to his face to feign wiping his mouth when in actuality he was attempting to hide the blush creeping across his cheeks.

“How’d you know?” You were surprised, but Spencer was relieved to hear no hint of distaste in your voice.

“I, um…” Another small cough pierced his train of thought, “I heard you telling Morgan a while back.” His chip dipped down a bit as he gulped down his worries.

“Wha-” Surprised, yet again, you couldn’t find the right words, your eyes searching for them in the intricate motif etched around the china plate staring up at you. “But that was so long ago…” your hands lay unmoving on the table, fingers picking at the corners of the place mat.

“One month, one week, five hours, and twenty minutes ago.” Spencer mumbled, gently yet matter-of-factly, picking at the pasta slumped before him.

Your eyes whipped up to look at him, mouth slightly agape in surprise. Moments pass by as you take him in, absolutely floored at his memory. You’d seen him quote passing time before, that wasn’t shocking at this point, but the fact that he retained something so trivial about you left you dumbfounded. He sat there, chewing on the smallest pieces of pasta you’d ever see a person put in their mouth, acting as if his actions were embarrassing instead of…heart-warming.

“And you remembered?” Your voice was quiet, unbelieving and cheerful. It beckoned Spencer to you like minnow reels in trout. 

He peeled his eyes up from his meal to look at you; your face, benevolent and compassionate; your smile, small yet loving; your eyebrows pulled up by a slivered string of affection. The hand resting unsurely in his lap moves up to gently grasp his water class, his pinky grazing against yours. He left it there, your own inching over indiscernibly to gain just a fraction of a bit more comfort. 

Spencer smiled at you, balmy and adoring, his words widening the grin on your face.

“Of course I did.” 

A/N: okay okay OKAYYY ANONN how was this?? ugh i loved this prompt sm i wish i had spencer reid to look out for me…even tho i, too, am a lonely i mean independent woman

does this count as a belated valentine's day fic? teehee

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

[b0xerdancer-writes]

It Wasn't Supposed To Happen Like This Part 6

Eris x Rhy's Sister! Reader

Summary: Eris used to be attached at the hip to Rhysand’s younger sister. Now that he has taken over as High Lord of the Autumn Court, his father’s old high table have been pressuring him to take a wife, he comes up with the brilliant lie that he's already courting someone and has been for several years now. Eris asks Rhysand’s little sister, the best way to get away with it and make it believable, to fake court her.

Warnings: Elain and Mor slander, cussing 18+, some nsfw lean but no sex scenes yet, alcohol, parental abuse, death, murder, arguing. Not proofread.

Trope/Prompt: Fake Dating

Word Count: 4,644

Notes: Let the ball begin.

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A few weeks later I awoke to a soft knock on my bedroom door. I had been sleeping soundly with the small hound curled into my side, however the small knock was enough to wake her up. I had named her Brandy like the drink my mate was so fond of, she stretched and licked my face to wake me further just as the door squeaked open. Lucien laughed as I groaned and picked Brandy up off of me.

Wait…

Lucien?

Lucien!

Lucien had been out in Autumn Court helping Eris with preparations for the festival for about a week and a half now. His return was a surprise to me and I shot up from the comfy spot I had created.

“Lucien! What the fuck? When did you get back? You arse! You could have told me you’d be back today, I would have had breakfast made!” I growled at him, had he not had Brandy tucked into his arms I would have chucked a pillow at his face.

He laughed back at me and smiled brightly, his hair pulled up in a messy bun and dressed in  a cream colored sweater, some comfy loose flowy  pants that poofed around his knees from his riding boots, a small tabard for the dagger i had gifted him the first birthday he had that I had seen him since he had escaped to the Spring court. He smiled brightly and looked around my room where gift bag upon gift bag was piled up. 

“We finished preparations a day earlier so Eris sent me back here to make sure everything was good and you were ready for tomorrow, He just got his suit last week and didn't need to get it altered by the way. I see he got a bit carried away with his little gifts.” He scratched brandy behind her floppy little ears and let out a small chuckle as she whined whenever he stopped.

“Honestly these are all from throughout the week you've been gone. I just haven't had a chance to go through all of them yet. I mean do we have anything to do today? You could help me, Luc!” I tilted my head at him and he sat Brandy on the floor.

“Well then let's get to it we have a lot to go through, I’ll go get us some coffee and some breakfast sweets from that bakery you like down the road, while you get dressed and ready for the day.” He dismissed himself from the room and I could hear the click of his boots on the floor as he made his way back to the front of the house. 

“Hey Luc? Can you take Brandy on her morning walk since you're going out?” I yelled down after him and Brandy barked excitedly. 

“Yep! I got you sister!” He whistled for Brandy who raced out of the room after the ginger male. 

I heard the jingle of him clipping her leash followed by the click of the door shut. I forced myself out of bed and into the bathroom to freshen up for the lazy day, I moved my hair from my face and slipped into my closet. Once I had changed into some comfy clothes I sat criss-cross on the floor and began  digging into one of the bags, the dress I would be wearing tomorrow was neatly hung on my closet door and was a looming reminder of what tomorrow could mean for me and Eris. Lucien returned just as I was beginning to sink into my own thoughts, Brandy was the first to greet me as she climbed her way into my lap.  Lucien sat our two cups of coffee on my vanity table and joined me criss-cross on the floor.

The three of us went through bag after bag of gifts, Brandy helping the best she could by being our clean-up team: Her job? To tear up every loose scrap of tissue or wrapping paper that didn't stay in the distinct pile me and Lucien had created. The gifts were unpredictable, the variety too large to guess, still Lucien and I tried our best. So far it had ranged everything from a bottle of wine and nice glasses to drink from and small pieces of jewelry to toys for Brandy, decor pieces to make the small apartment more obviously themed like the Autumn Court, and some very obviously expensive pieces like the last bag I had just opened. Wrapped in shimmery copper paper and tied with a dark green bow, the box was light and Lucien hummed loudly.

“What do you think it is?” He chirped

“Hmmmm, my guess is going to be something for the dance tomorrow, it's the newest present that just came in yesterday.” I hummed back in response.

Pulling the large bow, it untied itself effortlessly, I removed the lid. Just as quickly as I had peaked inside I slammed the lid closed. Lucien looked up at me startled.

“What is it?” He leaned forward trying to grab the box from me to peek inside himself. I swatted his hand and hissed.

He pulled his hand back with a faux-shocked look on his face as he gaped at me. I opened the box again and stared at the jewelry within it. Lucien stared at me expectantly and I tossed the lid into the trash pile, Brandy growling at it as it almost fell out.

“No… he didnt.”Lucien gasped and covered his mouth, the metal eye whirring as his eyes widened.

My eyes darted between the box and Lucien.

“Oh you have him hooked. Seriously hooked.” Lucien mumbled and grabbed a sip from his coffee. 

“What do you mean Lucien?” I hissed.

“That, sister, is from the vaults of the autumn court. I saw it earlier this week when I went down there with Eris looking for a piece of art he wanted hung up in the main hall for the dance.”

He murmured as he took another sip to be dramatic.

“Oh.”I mumbled, stunned.

“Oh is right, he's wrapped around your finger hun.” Brandy deposited one of her new toys in his lap and he threw it out in the hall for her.

In the box, nestled on a silky pillow the same color as the bow, was a gold diadem decorated in branches and leaves with a ruby in the center of the point that came between your brows and it somehow matched the cuffs and necklace he had bought me earlier. Beside it was a folded note, written in the familiar cursive scrawl I knew as Eris.

“All preparations have been completed for the festival, Lucien has been a major help in setting everything up while I've been in meeting after meeting. I’m sure you are able to recognize this piece is older, I spied it while in the vaults with Lucien, while I admit it was not my intention at the time to be in the vaults for this piece and I was in fact there for an ancient painting that has been passed down in my family. After I had left the vaults the piece you hold now refused to leave my mind, I imagined how well it would match the cuffs and necklace you will be wearing with your dress for the festival in two days time, I would be honored if you wore this with those accessories as well. It would send a message to all my advisors and those I wish to see replaced, I know it seems a lot and it will take everyone by surprise to see you wear a crown from autumn but my mother had it crafted as a gift for whatever female I decided I was going to court, so it will see its use in you. I will be forced to wear my own similar crown due to my duties as High Lord, so it will make us match even more and present a further unified front to the people of my court who doubt me and pressure me into taking a wife. I thank you in advance my dear. Love, Eris.” I read aloud.

Lucien stared back at me with wide eyes as he prompted my response.

I didn't give one, simply picked up the diadem and rose to my feet. I stood in front of the mirror on my vanity and placed the small gold band on my head, then looked at Lucien with tears in my eyes. He smiled sadly.

“You’ll look like a High Lady tomorrow. Mother save him, Eris will have you decorated and on display more than Rhys does with Feyre.” He huffed with the slightest smile.

I took the crown off and gently sat it on my vanity next to the other jewelry I would be dressed in tomorrow. “Honestly Luc… I think I’m okay with that. I mean it will get suspicion off of Eris, and show him the lengths I'm willing to go for him. Fuck, maybe it will even cause the bond to snap for him, a girl can hope right? If it doesn't go well then I still get to have my fun and imagine what it would be like, right Luc?” I mused at him, sadly at first but then excitedly as I processed the information myself.

He simply smirked at me. “Sure thing, Sister. All I’m saying is, I called it~”

We spent the rest of the evening in the living room burning the tissue paper in the fireplace, eventually Lucien stood and announced he was going to start making dinner. Our night stayed uneventful as we both took our places either side of the table to eat, Lucien eventually herding me to his room to show me the outfit he would be wearing and to show me the trinkets he had brought back himself. Brandy eventually stumbled into the room tripping on her own ears with a big yawn, I collected her from the floor and she whined softly, eagerly awaiting bed.

Lucien chuckled as I dismissed both Brandy and myself from the room, he wished us both a goodnight and closed the door behind us. I had installed steps for Brandy, courtesy of Lucien, so she could climb up and down from my bed as she wished; however due to her size and tendency to trip on her own ears from time to time, often enough I just picked her up to help her up and down. I had sat her in a faux-fur blanket and she began immediately curling into a ball. I couldn't blame her, tomorrow was going to be a long day and she would be joining me; Eris had gifted her an elegant collar that had been lined with fur padding, a deep wine red collar that had small maple leaves embroidered into it, and a little copper maple leaf tag hung from it. I changed into a night slip and joined her in the warm covers, the second I laid down she curled into my side and I dismissed the faelights. 

I awoke earlier than I normally did, the dark of the sky just beginning to dim, to find Lucien finishing up his hair in the mirror and he offered to take Brandy out for her morning walk while I got ready myself. Passing him the sleepy pup, he gave me a soft smile and disappeared down the dim hallway, only lit up by one small faelight we used to make sure we didn't trip on any of Brandy’s toys when it was dark inside the house. I  slipped into the bathroom around him and leaned down to draw a bath, only to find the bath freshly drawn and warmed to the perfect temperature. Lucien and I had this habit, since we knew the others daily routine so well, from small things like fresh cups of coffee prepared to the perfect temperature with all the fixings in it we had wanted to things such as this, all in favor of making the others day easier for them; it had come to us naturally being roommates for awhile now and even before that when he was small, we would exchange small trinkets like something he found in the gardens and I would bring him a treat from Night Court the next time I saw him. 

Lucien returned about half an hour later, a few minutes after I had decided to finally leave the warmth of the bath, now feeling clean and fresh enough to look like the soon-to-be high lady Eris was wanting me to play. I wrapped a fluffy towel around me  and slid into my room, slipping on my undergarments and finally stepping into the A-line skirt I had fallen in love with weeks ago. 

Lucien knocked softly at the door. “Will you need any help with fastening the dress closed Sister?” 

Lucien’s new nickname for me rarely caught me off guard anymore unless he was using it to tease me for what he claimed was Eris’s obvious affections.

“Yes please, actually I could use it now.” I chirpped over my shoulder.

The door clicked open and Lucien stepped in quietly and began fiddling with the clasps on the back. “You know all the high lords will be there tonight right? It's the first holiday or festival hosted in the court since Eris became High Lord. All eyes will be on you two.”

I could hear his genuine worry for me in his voice. “I know Luc, I’ll be okay, Eris will be okay. We’ve got this handled.” I smiled over my shoulder at him and he offered me a unsure smile back,

“I know,” he sighed “I just worry about you two, you two are some of the only family I have, save for Jurian and Vassa.”

I raised my brow at him, he hadn’t mentioned any dealings with the two recently, though I knew the affections he harbored for the two when they comforted after Tamlin sent all of his stuff to the manor south of the Spring Court. 

“Will they be there today or tonight as well?” I offered him the ability to further discuss them.

“They should be, during the day at least. That's why we expanded the festival partially, so Vassa could also enjoy it while it also making a statement about Eris’s dedication to the court.” he seemed to brighten up a bit as he got distracted talking about the two.

He sat on the bed and Brandy scrambled to try and climb up the stairs, but when she failed and tripped over her ears Lucien ultimately ended up moving her into his lap. He continued to ramble about some need to know stuff that was seen as customary in the Autumn Court, amongst other subjects, I slipped on the golden cuffs, clasped the necklace around my neck and straightened it out, followed by the ring Eris had gifted me. I slipped on some surprisingly comfortable yet stylish black pumps that had gold detailing on the heels. I grabbed the collar from my vanity and turned to where Lucien was holding Brandy, he unclasped her old collar with a loud gasp and she leapt from his lap, bounding across my bed we both laughed at her antics until she finally calmed and I was able to slip the new one on around her neck.

Lucien stood and ushered me into the vanity chair, he refused to let me do my own hair for events if he had any say in it. He lost himself in styling it before finally setting the golden diadem on my head with a nod, he picked up the container of kohl I had and began lining my eyes with it. Once he had finished, we clipped Brandy into her leash and I picked her up in my arms, she seemed so proud of her new collar. We slipped from our apartment and the wards of the locks clicked into place behind us, he helped me down the stairs slowly making sure none of the tulle or silk got caught.  Once we were on the sidewalk I realized the many citizens of Velaris that were out walking around, the sun now early in the sky still well before noon, had their eyes on me and were whispering back and forth with each other with eager smiles on their faces. I knew what they were thinking, Lucien had graciously pointed it out to me yesterday, Oh how I was going to enjoy the look on Rhys’s face when he saw me tucked into Eris’s side; Azriel would probably be told to take a breather by Rhys unless they brought Elain, she might be able to keep him calm. 

Lucien tucked me and Brandy into his side, though I could have winnowed us myself Lucien was adamant about me preserving my energy as I ‘have a long day ahead’. Much Like Eris’s winnowing Lucien’s was warm like the caress of heat you would get from sitting beside a bon-fire, but it was unique in itself as it felt like it glittered or shined, that instead of bending the world around him the light and sun rays bent to his whim. Before I could even blink we had appeared in the Autumn Court, the smell of spices and cider filled the air and filled me with a warm familiarity that made my chest ache for Eris. It was only after I stepped out of Lucien’s side that I realized where we stood, the small clearing where me and Eris had once called our sanctuary had been turned into a private garden, a large hedge lined the outer edge of the clearing and led towards the forest house a short distance away. 

Only then as I looked around did I realize Eris had the entire clearing decorated in soft fae lights, a sculpted bench sat in the place the old wooden log had, the sir had a soft chill to it and reminded me why I loved this place as much as I did. Lucien stiffened beside me as I sat Brandy on the forest floor, leash clipped neatly to the padded collar, she barked happily in the way of the opening in the hedge that led towards the house. 

When my attention drifted towards the gorgeously carved archway, there stood Eris wide-eyed in a suit that matched my dress: primarily black, with the same flame effect of my underskirt on his waist coat. I swallowed sharply and smiled at him, my chest pounded and the bond throbbed with how perfect he looked, with how obvious it would be to all others he was mine.

He gathered his composure and stepped forward, hugging Lucien who dismissed himself through the way Eris had just come, then turned to me and brought my hand to his lips and he bowed softly. 

“Cauldron save me, you look gorgeous, just the image I wished to present to my court. Thank you for doing this my lady.” 

I smiled softly, feeling heat begin to creep into my face and a throb in my chest. “Mother above Eris, you call me gorgeous yet have you looked in a mirror? You are the epitome of a High Lord!”

He smiled back at me softly, pulling me into a tight hug he sighed softly. “No I mean it Darling, Thank You, tonight would have been so much harder without you beside me. At least now I’ll avoid having to deal with my father’s advisors barking at me to keep my eyes peeled for a pretty female.”

I leaned my head against his chest and sighed, taking in his warm scent. “No worries Eris, like I promised, I’m here if you need me. No matter what. You need me to face every high lord in Prythian all at the same time while posing as your girl? So be it I’ll deal with their eyes on me, no prob.”

I heard him chuckle softly and relax in my arms, Brandy however was not pleased with the fact she was not getting any attention and was adamant about letting us know it. He released me from his hold and looked down at the small hound, with his hands on his hips.

“I hear you mam!”  He turned back to me again. “What did you end up naming her?” he kneeled down and scratched behind her long ears.

“Brandy.” I smiled gently watching the scene unfold in front of me.

He snorted as he giggled, Brandy moving to nibble at his hand. “Fitting, she's got the spice of a fire brandy. And it's good to see the collar fits her.”

He knelt there petting the small pup, while looking her over. “No health issues? No training issues?”

I shook my head. “No, I haven't had any issues with her at all. She's been well behaved.” 

He smiled and Brandy rolled over onto her belly. “Good, I figured she'd be a good blood line, her sire was Maple’s great-great grandpup.” 

I smiled brightly at the two on the forest floor. “I thought I recognized the spunk.” 

We both laughed and he rose from the floor, Brandy in his arms happily trying to get to his face, tongue lolling out and settling for just licking at the exposed skin of his arm. I took her from his arms and he offered me his arm, I linked mine and in unison we both took a deep breath. 

“To the promise we made all those years ago to never leave the other alone?” He looked down at me out of the corner of his eye.

I nodded. “To the leaves of Maple that were the only beings to hear our promise.” 

He nodded back at me and squared his shoulders. All those years ago, when we had made the deal that initially was just him  asking to never be left alone, I had extended it to be either way: that We would never leave the Other alone. It had been just us and the trees that day, and as we sealed the deal we had spoken those words to each other for the first time; a sharp sting followed by a dull throbbing on my ankle led me to discover the sight of two small maple leaves intertwined with eachother. Eris had grasped at his protruding hip bone just below where his belt was clasped around his waist, the location of his tattoo had caused my face to heat, just the thought of it today caused blood to rush to my face. 

In my dedication to Eris as my mate I had never chased after another male, had no interest in them either really. Of course I knew what would be asked of me as his wife, if had come to that at that time, but all I had ever really seen was my brothers after training, or the low slung pants of male’s at Rita’s that revealed just a little too much for my liking. It had often caused me to lose interest in the current objective that led to me seeing the other males, the bond aching in my chest reminding me of loyalty to Eris, often caused me to return to my room or apartment and escape into the books either within the library or in later years what Lucien and I had collected within our little apartment.  Every time we echoed the promise we had made back in the day, I was reminded very quickly of the tattoo on my ankle and the same one on his hip. I felt the heat in my face extended to my pointed ears as my eyes glanced over where the concealed tattoo would be before I straightened my back and looked forward.

Tonight would be hard, I decided. With Eris looking so perfect, the ache of want that had settled in my chest with a slow throb, and the heat in my face and chest that slowly moved lower and lower every time I glanced at Eris by my side.  The crunch of fallen leaves under my heels drew me back to reality as we neared the gardens of the first house, I could hear music and laughter from within the house. The halls had been closed off in a way Eris and I could make a grand entrance together through the second entrance into the grand ballroom. 

Our steps echoed against the halls as we walked in silence through the now warm halls of the Forest house, till we stopped right in front of a set of large wooden doors. The music and laughter was obvious on the other side of it, two guards looked back and forth between each other and then to Eris.

 Eris looked down at me with a worried smile. “Ready?”

“Ready.”I echoed.

 We both nodded at each other and then Eris nodded at the guards. Two finely dressed males with simple leathers on, a helmet in one arm and a sheathed blade at either side. They knocked firmly on the door once, the music and chatter from the other side becoming quiet as I heard a loud booming voice clear their throat.

“Introducing our High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra,” soft cheering erupted but was quickly silenced again as the male continued, murmurs replaced the cheering. 

“And the female he has declared he will be courting: The Princess of Night Court herself!”  Whoops and hollers could be heard as the doors began opening slowly.

Eris and I took a deep breath, Brandy made herself comfortable yet regal looking in one of my arms. I let Eris lead us into the room of Prythian residents. Eris nodded and mouthed a thanks to the small male I now realized was the announcer.  We came to a stop a few steps in front of the announcer, and Eris  cleared his own throat unlinking his arm with mine. 

“Thank you all for being here, I simply wanted to start this celebration with a quick speech.” The way the light of the grand glass chandelier hit him I was breathless, he seemed like the only male in the room as he drew everyone's attention to him.

“As many of you know this is the first holiday I will be celebrating with you all as High Lord, but I would not have been able to do it if it wasn't for the female at my side and my dear brother Lucien, both of you helped me greatly even if you don’t know it. Secondly, I would like to thank the citizens of Autumn Court for believing in me as their new High Lord. My goal from the second I took over the throne has been to reform this court and with your help and dedication I have been able to begin working in that direction. Think tonight not only as a celebration of a holiday but also as a celebration for your hard work. Now please let me not continue to ramble on because I will with thanking you for every little thing that has made tonight possible, and continue your celebrations.” Cheers erupted and I smiled sweetly at Eris as I extended my hand to him which he took eagerly, Brandy cheering him on with her own little howls and bays.

A servant brought around small champagne flutes, both of us taking one as we clinked them together.

“To tonight?” I chirped.

“To us.” Eris echoed my tone, and we both took a sip from the glasses in our hands.

No, tonight wouldn’t be as difficult as I had thought, tonight would be fantastic. I had Eris at my side after all and if all the eyes on us had any indication how it was going so far, it was working.

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Remember Me? (Part 14)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: (￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho.....

thats all i got to say

(also, consider this a peace offering after the cliffhanger of the previous part 😏)

enjoy!

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"What do you mean you can't find Nyx?" Eris questioned, stepping forward to address Feyre properly while Y/n simply stared at her.

"He- he was with me in my room. But then I got up to wash my hands because there was paint on them, and when I returned, he was nowhere to be seen."

"Did you ask his maid?"

"Yes. She has not seen him since after she left him with me." Feyre glanced at Y/n with tears in her eyes, her lower lip wobbling.

Y/n reached out, tugging Feyre into a hug. The moment Feyre's head made contact with Y/n's shoulder, her tears began flowing.

Y/n felt numb, her worries raging in the back of her mind. There was only questions swirling through her head, and the answer to all those question echoing in her head.

What if it is Rhys? What if her somehow broke through the wards? Is he here to take Nyx away for some sick scheme of his?

And as she pondered about the situation, she became all the more confident in her answer.

I will go with him. Offer myself up so he would let Nyx go.

After all, it was her own fault that Feyre and Nyx's life had been ruined. If she had not went to Velaris, everyone would have been living happily.

She could not take Fin with her, but she was sure Eris would take care of him.

"Everything will be fine, Feyre. I will send out as many guards as it takes to search for him. I'm sure he will be found. Maybe he has only gone wandering into a nearby forest."

Feyre sniffled against Y/n, and that brought her back to the present.

Before Y/n could reassure Feyre too, two thuds sounded. And, turning her head to look, she found herself staring at two Illyrians and a female, all staring wide eyed at the scene before them.

Y/n's brows furrowed before she realised that these people were a part of the Night Court.

She swallowed, rubbing Feyre's back.

"Feyre?" The blonde female spoke up, causing Feyre to startle and glance up. Whatever colour was left on her face drained, and she glanced around, probably thinking of a way to escape.

When she found nothing, she turned back to the three people, offering something that looked more like a grimace than a smile.

"Hello." Feyre fiddled with her fingers, doing everything to not meet their eyes.

"Why?" It was the one with red gems adorning his form that spoke up, emotion evident in his voice.

Feyre sighed, opening her mouth to speak, but before she could, the other Illyrian, who had blue gems on his form, advanced menacingly.

He made his way straight towards Eris, and, panicked, Y/n wrapped her hand around Eris's bicep and pulled him closer. She did not know what she was hoping it would do to help, but at least it calmed her down.

And it also made the illyrian slow down a little, even though his eyes looked murderous.

"Why did you bring her here? So you could-"

"Azriel." Feyre called, stopping the male from advancing further. He turned to glance at her.

"I... I came of my own free will."

"But why?" Cried the blonde female.

Feyre rubbed her temples. "I will tell you, but not now. After the meeting. I will tell you all of what happened."

The other Illyrian, the one with the red gems, took a few steps forward to engulf Feyre in a hug. "It's okay. You can tell us whenever you feel comfortable."

"Thank you, Cassian."

The illyrian whose name was Azriel nodded, and the blonde woman looked away, but not before Y/n spied tears in her eyes.

She felt bad for them, as Feyre had been their family and they had been left in the dark for so long.

Feyre pulled back from the hug as if she remembered something. "Please don't tell Rhys where I am."

Everyone nodded, before Cassian grinned.

"So. Where is my nephew?"

A new rush of tears flooded Feyre's eyes.

"He is missing. I was trying to search for him just before you showed up."

The smile dropped from Cassian's face, and he turned to look at Azriel.

And then, a sound that had everyone going rigid and sighing in relief at the same time came from outside the huge doors, and both Fere and Y/n rushed forward.

And there, sat on a golden beast's head, was a giggling Nyx.

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[katnissmellarkkk]

Only a couple more posts like this and then I’ll leave y’all alone but… I don’t know how to explain or articulate it properly but there is something I’ve never picked up on before that I suddenly caught when re-reading Mockingjay.

These two moments… when you compare and contrast them…

Gale’s touch and taste and heat remind me that at least my body’s still alive, and for the moment it’s a welcome feeling. I empty my mind and let the sensations run through my flesh, happy to lose myself. When Gale pulls away slightly, I move forward to close the gap, but I feel his hand under my chin. “Katniss,” he says. The instant I open my eyes, the world seems disjointed. This is not our woods or our mountains or our way. My hand automatically goes to the scar on my left temple, which I associate with confusion. “Now kiss me.” Bewildered, unblinking, I stand there while he leans in and presses his lips to mine briefly. He examines my face closely. “What’s going on in your head?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper back.

she says here she’s (somewhat passively) giving gale all that she withheld from him (when peeta, in her mind, was still a possibility) and thinks at least kissing him makes her feel somewhat alive, but even during the kiss she’s not present or focused on gale, and he catches onto that. but the portion highlighted is the important part of this scene. she is startled back into reality when gale calls her name and her awakening is the realization that this isn’t their way. she doesn’t even say “this isn’t my way” (as in, kissing isn’t something she does unless on camera for a show). and she doesn’t say “this isn’t our woods or our mountains or our home” (as in, this place is unfamiliar and strange and scary and that’s what’s disjointing her). no, she says “this isn’t our way”. because this isn’t what she does with gale. kissing gale feels alien and wrong in her heart. even with peeta out of the picture.

and then the second passage from later down the line in mockingjay:

Like the mutts. Like a rabid beast bent on ripping my throat out. And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him. And Snow will win. Hot, bitter hatred courses through me. Snow has won too much already today.

It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. “Don’t let him take you from me.”

peeta, who she claims to have given up on, is begging to be left behind. how many times has she claimed throughout this book that she wishes he was dead (either to end his suffering or to end her own)? and right here, she has just blown up the halo to mercifully kill finnick. she is so desensitized to death by this point. and she thinks she’s so desensitized to peeta. she doesn’t even want to consider he still is peeta. but here, when she has every reason to put him (and herself) out of his misery, she instead turns to kissing him. why? why would you kiss the monster who is actively fighting to not murder you with his bare hands? why would you kiss the boy you called a mutt? the one who you have already done your best to let go of? why would that even cross your mind as a last ditch effort?

because kissing peeta isn’t disjointing and it’s not something she only did for the cameras and it’s certainly not something she’s only doing passively. she’s kissing peeta to remind him who he is. to remind herself who he is to her. she’s tried so hard to stop caring for him, to sever the cord between the two of them, but in this moment she just can’t. she kisses him and says “don’t let him take you from me”.

because the act of kissing actually is their way.

#idk if I explained this right feel free to throw a better interpretation onto this besties #may delete idk if it makes sense #everlark #thg #hunger games #Katniss everdeen #mockingjay #Peeta mellark #text post ✨✍🏻🤎 #200

[shadamyheadcanons]

Do you have any ideas for how Shadow and Amy’s relationship would change if Sonic had managed to get Shadow back on the ark in SA2? I’m working on my own little self-indulgent fic myself, but I’d be curious to hear your thoughts.

Interesting thought! See, this is a tricky one for me because they canonically act like his brush with death never happened, which is super weird.

There should have been a scene on the ARK where Amy was really upset and possibly even cried after it happened, maybe blaming herself for encouraging him.

There should have been a scene in Sonic Heroes where she latched onto him and gushed about how relieved she was to see him alive while he just stared at her like “???” because he still had amnesia.

She should have been the one to reach out and befriend him, and he should have accepted; not only does she remind him of his late best friend, but she’s seen him at his most murderous and still supported him unconditionally.

She should be even clingier with him than she is with her other friends after what happened. She should have been right with him all throughout Shadow the Hedgehog (2005), guiding him and keeping an eye on him the way one would expect given her personality.

And...maybe this is controversial, buuuuut...it’s always felt a little arbitrary to me that he wound up spending a ton of time with Rouge and Omega and basically none with Amy.

I’m not saying I have a problem with Team Dark. I adore their dynamic and I’m glad he has them, but it kind of feels like they just happened to be there. Sure, he got along with Rouge alright for much of SA2, but she seriously hurt him by spying on him--something she’s never apologized for, as far as I know--and she left him behind to help the others get to the Cannon’s Core.

And that, I think, is where the biggest difference would be.

Shadow isn’t the forgiving type. By the time he’d regained his memories in canon and remembered how she’d betrayed his trust, she’d proven in the interim that she’s ultimately a good and loyal friend. If she hadn’t had that chance, I don’t think she could’ve gotten her foot in the door so easily. And if Shadow hadn’t fallen, he wouldn’t have been picked up by Eggman, so he wouldn’t have met Omega. In fact, I’d go even further than that. Team Dark’s opening cutscene in Sonic Heroes implies that Omega’s there strictly to guard Shadow. Not only that, but I’ve always gotten the impression that that’s why Omega was created in the first place. Mephiles all but confirms this in Sonic 06 by pointing out Omega is perfectly built to defeat and capture Shadow.

“This only proves you were created to stop Shadow, the ultimate life form. Don’t tell you didn’t know.”

So Omega would probably never have been built, at least not in his current form :(

With our favorite murder robot out of the picture and Shadow not trusting Rouge, Team Dark would be kaput, and Shadow really needs someone who’ll reach out to him.

And we all know it would be Amy, right?

It’s not even conjecture. In Sonic Battle, she eagerly seeks him out, even getting irritated when Rouge keeps her away:

On top of that, Amy latches onto Shadow because he’s a hero. I’ve pointed this out before, but the second Shadow becomes the protagonist in ShTH, she’s smitten with him...

...and the same happens in IDW issue 59:

And we can’t leave out The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog:

The social media team gets it.

She’s got a subtle little crush on him already imo even with the few interactions they have. If Amy spent lots of time with Shadow, that little crush could grow to rival another crush of hers ;)

As for Shadow, if she’d reached out to him right away without the time gap from his amnesia, I think his feelings for her--romantic or otherwise--would have been fostered and allowed to grow, fueled by his gratitude. She changed his entire life and would have introduced positivity and companionship into his world. You can’t not feel strongly about someone who does that for you.

Fandom-wise, Shadamy is already extremely popular considering how little time they’ve spent together in canon. It’s the third most popular game ship on AO3, only beaten by Sonamy and Sonadow.

There are more fics for Shadamy than Knuxouge. That’s kind of ridiculous, right?! Shadow and Amy have maybe ten minutes of screentime together! I also think Shadow might have gotten along better with Sonic if he’d gone right from saving the world with him to becoming one of Amy’s favorite people, so I’m willing to bet Sonamyshad would’ve skyrocketed in popularity, too. Not my cup of tea, but I know a lot of other fans like it.

Or...more interestingly...Shadow could’ve been really pissed once he saw up close and personal just how often Sonic ran away from Amy. The Dark Era right after SA2 was when it was worst, too. I imagine Shadow would be furious if he knew the full extent of how badly his favorite hedgehog was being treated. He could have been a godsend for her. You think he’d have put up with this if he’d seen it?

(Tangentially, I think it’s weird that Knuckles was fine with this stuff. I think of him and Amy as sibling-adjacent at times, but sometimes I feel like I have to fudge some details to make it work.)

And how many times did Sonic hurt her or make her cry back in the day?

Shadow’s punched Sonic for less than that. He’s way too loyal to sit there and watch while someone hurts his sweet, kindhearted best friend.

People think of Amy as the clingiest Sonic character, but I 100% believe Shadow rivals her in that respect. I really do. He nearly destroyed the Earth for a friend he knew for less than a year. He latched onto Team Dark like a security blanket the second he was dropped on their doorstep. He would have done the same for Amy, and she really could have benefited from that loyalty. Amy lashed out in that era because of frustration and insecurity from being repeatedly snubbed by her favorite person. I honestly think someone stable and steadfast like Shadow was exactly who she needed. He really could have turned her life around and gotten her the respect she deserved, either by standing up for her or proving to her that she deserved better.

And I definitely think he could have dealt with the Black Arms’ invasion much better if he’d had Amy to help guide him through it. She’s reminded him of who he is before. The Miracle of Love ending proves without a doubt that she could do it again.

It would have been great for both of them. I’m sad Sega never let them have that.

Also, Shadow standing up for Amy and later dating her would make this weird scene from Archie #149 absolutely hilarious:

Granted, that applies to shadamy in general.

Ken Penders & Friends: “Ha, wouldn’t it be hilarious if we had Sonic make a skeevy, totally age-appropriate comment in our kids’ comic about Shadow ‘finding a girl?’”

Shadow: “I found Amy Rose”

Sega: “THAT’S NOT FUNNY”

Sonic: “Idk, I think it’s kinda funny :) ”

Penders: “I have never played a Sonic game”

#shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #not a headcanon #ask #amy rose #onesingularchocolatechip #shadamy

[ghostkingdoesstuff]

A friendly reminder I am not to be held accountable for the things I'm about to say. Percy Jackson Season 1 FINALLY (SPOILERS BUT THAT'S THE LEAST OF YOUR PROBLEMS)

The visceral noise I made eating popcorn as Luke said "look you didn't ask to be a half-blood" caused an earthquake in Alaska, I'm sorry I was facing northwest.

"Riposte" I'm sorry, no I'm sorry no-

Also, the background of the sword fighting scene was very pretty.

Poseidon showing up for his son!!! Letts gooooooo! THE WEIGHT OF THE OCEAN UPON YEE!!!

Right in the heel, it's gotta hurt!

Percy asked his uncle to please return his mom, wholesome family gold.

"He'll kill you." "I done to stop running from monsters." "You're gonna need all the luck you can get." The show gets why these two work. Friends before anything else.

Glory as a theme is something that I like that the show highlights more. But Grover is right. at least send an insurance email or something. A quick "on my way, please don't kill anyone"

Dropping the master bolt on some poor dudes desk, legendary.

Olympus is so fucking beutiful omg

I'm gonna cry if Luke and Percy are in the same scene as each other in this episode again. ILL DO IT! THAT'S A THREAT!

The dead silence, I'm shitting omg... yes I know what happens and?

Followed by "I didn't steal it! Neither did any of my friends" IM GONNA CRY! IM GONNA DO IT

The pin strip suit, the sky blue paisley tie, the presence, the voice, THE KING OF THE GODS PEOPLE

Lotta talk for someone so small and scary

POISIDEN GETTING BETWEEN HIS SON AND HIS BROTHER I'M GONNA THROW UP

POSIDEN AND ZEUS SPEAKING GREEK I'M GONNA PISS

THE SEA DOES NOT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED (🎶BRING ON THE MONSTERS BRING ON THE REAL WORLD!!!🎶)

SALLY JACKSON TEACHING PERCY GREEK I'M GONNA-

"Of course we dream. why do you ask?" "Do you ever dream about mom?" ;-;

Thalia looking strudy as ever.

"Ready?" NO FUCK YOU NO

Another reminder I am not to held liable for anything I might say, you need only see how many times I've listened to "Last day of Summer" from The musical to understand how much I've thought of this moment in fictional time.

Confirmation that Luke was indeed what mattered most in the end? I'm gonna make myself cry shit-

Honestly, this Percy might be too smart for his own good. Bro's never gonna live this heartbreak down.

"You...I'm here to recruit." I- fucking- AHHHH

"OUR WAY OUT" RICK YOU BASTARD I HOPE YOU ROT IN ASPHODEL

"Stop saying "we"!" "It’s the word Zeus fears the most."

AND SHE HEARD EVERYTHING! Wasn't she supposed to be watching Clarrise? He'll, if Percy could figure it out, I'm sure Annabeth would. It's worth it to see that LOOK on Luke's face. I'm sorry. Feel the weight of your actions, man.

Miss my old friend the pit scorpion but I also like my new friend "the first scars we gave eachother"

He knows Luke won't hurt him physically, but the psychic damage hurts more and has lasting status de buffs.

"Just be a kid" that's it

"I'll find you" that's it

Promising to meet again next summer...Percy just you wait.

THE FAKE OUT OF A LIFETIME

"Grandpa" "don't call him that"

They are the ultimate mother son duo

BLUE PANCAKES!

Kinda hate that Sally didn't intentionally do a murder, or at least she has a lot more possible deniability now, but I hope she still makes a sweet sale on that sculpture!

And that's it! Fuck it's over what to do now... RE READING THE LIGHTING THEIF LIFE BLOG COMING SOON! As well I'll probably drop a summary of my thoughts on the whole season at some point soon! Happy Finally, y'all! Can't wait to see the discorse!

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fandom #pjo tv adaptation #pjo disney+ #luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #grover underwood #thalia grace #pjo spoilers

[zepumpkineater]

And now my thoughts have fallen onto Hank. So many questions, where to begin? Who is he? Where did he come from? Why does he act so violently? Did he choose this path, or was it chosen for him?

All questions the Madness fandom has asked and, in many different ways, attempted to answer. Sad, angsty backstories of the loss of someone close, a rough upbringing or some kind of traumatic event.

And of course, we have the "canon" interpretation. The cold blooded murderer who has little to no regard for himself or others. No meaningful connections, no friends, loved ones, or goals to aspire to. Just a man who's really good at killing people.

And I will admit more often than not, I find myself using this interpretation for more Hank related or Hank-adjacent things, but that's not to say I haven't found myself exploring the deeper psyche of our dear protagonist, and wondering just what exactly makes him tick, so to speak.

There was a time I had actually subscribed to headcanons that made Hank more of a sympathetic character, someone to relate to and feel bad for, someone who cared for his friends and was simply bad at showing it. And while I do not challenge the validity of such headcanons, I find myself wanting to take a more...Ambiguous approach.

One of the more entertaining aspects of Madness Combat, at least to me, is the inherent ambiguity of many things. Project Nexus more or less confirmed a lot of the fandom's headcanons regarding several major characters, Hank being no exception. There have been a fair share of arguments regarding Hank's feelings to those who would otherwise be considered his friends and allies, namely Sanford and Deimos.

In a way, I enjoy how many people are discussing and debating just what Hank was thinking in the very moment he decided to betray the dynamic duo that we had just finished playing as for 1/3rd of the game, characters that we were able to easily establish an emotional connection to due to their bombastic personalities. Generally, the personalities of these two are largely uncontested across the greater fandom, but Hank's is always the topic of debate.

I enjoy this because well, it's kind of always been like this. Even in the earliest years of the fandom, there were arguments in forums and in newgrounds comments sections about whether or not Hank was the "good guy", and the debate rages on. It's endearing, much like Hank himself and the series he belongs to.

It reminds me of an idea I had, in regards to if I were in charge of a Madness Combat movie. Hank in particular is a character I would be eager to depict on the screen, to have the chance to depict his emotional ambiguity to an audience who had previously never experienced the character and his violent escapades.

I would intentionally create scenes that leave the viewer asking just how much of a consciousness Wimbleton truly has. A scene where he picks up a stuffed bear, battered and worn by years of neglect and exposure to the elements. He stops and stares at it for a moment, as if in some kind of somber reflection - before unceremoniously tearing the toy open to reveal a wad of bills inside, or some other useful item.

Was Wimbleton reflecting on a childhood lost, or perhaps the loss of innocence that now plagues his world? Or was he simply inspecting the toy in order to find the right place to tear it and extract his desired item?

I think if I were to depict the battle between Sanford, Deimos and Hank in the form of a film, I would have Hank fight in a specific way. Defensively, in order to introduce dual ideas. Does he fight defensively because he knows he's outnumbered, or does he not desire to maim and kill the duo as he does his usual victims?

Would he stab Sanford in the shoulder instead of the heart? A lucky miss, or perhaps a deliberate attack in order to avoid lethality? Is he truly fighting to kill, or does some deeper recess of his mind not desire to harm those he has fought alongside through the horrors of Project Nexus?

Would they notice it, would they see it that way, would Sanford and Deimos pick up on Hank's fighting style, or would the heat of the moment only allow them to view it as one thing: A desperate struggle for survival?

#madness combat #txt #ramblings

[charmingly-evil]

Just tonight

Olivia was going to murder Finn.

Olivia was sitting at a trendy restaurant that just opened in the city. Blue, neon lights dangled from the ceiling like a shower of raindrops, its dim lighting providing a cool ambiance to the room. On stage opposite the bar, a washed up looking artist strummed lazily on his guitar, pausing only to drink from his glass of whisky.

Olivia sat opposite her blind date that Finn had set her up with. Her lips were strained into a thin smile I she feigned interest at what he was talking about, while her mind imagined the multiple ways she would kick Finn’s arse at work tomorrow. What the hell was he thinking?

Her date’s name was Steven Ghett, well Dr Steven Ghett as he had reminded her countless times tonight. He was a law professor at Harvard. Apparently, he had turned down an offer to speak at an online early career’s conference at Yale, something he was quick to boast about.

Olivia was just going through the list of excuses she could make to leave right now, when he said,

“So Olivia, how is a beautiful Captain such as yourself still single?”

Then to her horror, she felt his hand slipping under her dress. Olivia immediately sprang back. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Olivia, I’m sorry, I was-“

“I don’t know how your dates go, but a guy at least buys me dinner and asks me two questions about myself before going there. I think we’re finished here,” Olivia said the last part dismissively as if she was ending an interrogation with a perpetrator. She reached for her purse, brushing the ends of her midnight blue dress down.

Steven too was standing up, protesting. “Olivia I’m sorry, please give me another chance.”

“I gave you thirty minutes, we’re done.”

Steven grabbed her wrist as she turned to go, stopping her. “Olivia-“

“You heard the lady”.

Olivia’s eyes leapt up with surprise towards the familiar face. “Elliot?”

Elliot didn’t take his eyes off her date. “Now you better let go of her, or I’ll take care of that hand for you.”

Steven’s eyes shifted between Elliot’s stone-cold gaze and his knuckles, that twitched by his side into tight fist. Steven dropped Olivia’s hand and cleared his throat, averting his gaze from Elliot.

“Olivia, you have my number.”

Then he hurried off.

Olivia huffed, shooting a glare at Elliot. He cracked her a smile. “You’re welcome.”

“I was handling it you know.”

“Hey, I don’t doubt that you would have had that arsehole head locked against the table, I just didn’t want you to cause a scene.”

Elliot shrugged off his jacket and slipped into the booth, helping himself to some fries. “So, who was that guy anyway? A date?”

“Well actually, yes,” Olivia said slowly, slipping off her purse and joining Elliot. “A friend set us up. And it’s the last time I go on a blind date. You know he spent the whole night talking about himself and didn’t ask me one question about myself? And he got my name wrong twice, he called me Lydia.”

Elliot exhaled slowly, not believing it. “Forget about him Liv.”

Elliot raised his eyes, taking her in. It may have been a blind date, but it was obvious that Olivia has gone all out for it. Her hair fell in luscious waves around her frame. She wore a midnight blue, V-neck dress, which dipped between her breasts and gathered to the side on her right like curling waves, before flowing out to the other side like a tail. Olivia wore sapphire, tear drop earrings and blue, shimmering eye shadow to compliment her dress.

Elliot could only imagine the time it took her, rushing home from work to feed Noah before getting ready for her date. It made Elliot want to find the man and punch him. “You look stunning Liv. It’s his loss for not appreciating what he had.”

Olivia dipped her head down at the compliment, her lips softening into a small smile. When she looked back up, she saw the familiar, endearing twinkle in his eye. “I wouldn’t usually say yes to meeting a stranger, not when we’re up to our necks with new cases and pushing overtime almost every night this week. But my psychologist encouraged me to ‘get out there and’…” Olivia’s voice trailed off, then she shook her head, wondering why she was telling him this. She returned her gaze to Elliot. “What about you El? This isn’t exactly your vibe.”

Olivia tilted her head to the side, referring to the velvet booths and colourful cocktails with curly plastic straws.

Elliot rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. “Well, ah, I actually was also on a blind date. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to pick the location.”

Olivia’s eyes rounded with surprise. She took a sip of her drink and said casually, her voice trying not to break, “Really? So, how did it go? Better than mine I hope.”

Elliot’s lips tilted into a faint smile. “She seemed interested in a second date. But, ah…I don’t know.” He drummed his fingers against the table, his eyes lowering to the empty whisky glass. “It didn’t feel right, you know?”

Olivia studied him for a moment. “Sometimes it can take time to form a connection. How did you meet her?”

“Fin set me up. It was the second time he had asked me if I was free to meet her, I thought I had better say yes.”

Olivia’s eyes widened with shock, as she muttered under her breath “I am going to kill Fin.” Sensing Elliot’s confusion, Olivia explained, “Fin set me up with my blind date tonight.”

Elliot took a moment to process the news, piecing together what this meant. Realisation dawned in his eyes as he whispered, “that son of a bitch. You think he set us up?”

“Well, do you think it’s a coincidence that we both had blind dates tonight, was set up by the same friend and were told to meet at this bar?”

Elliot shook his head slowly, breathing out a small chuckle. “Do me a favour will you? When you kick his arse tomorrow, take a photo.”

Olivia breathed out an incredulous laugh. “He has some nerve. What the hell was he thinking?”

Elliot shrugged. “Well, it looks like he was trying to see if he could use your failed date to set his friends up?”

“You mean to tell me that he set me up with that jackass on purpose?”

Elliot looked dubious. “I don’t know, my date wasn’t bad. She works as an oncology nurse. Intelligent, sexy, ambitious and charming.”

Olivia took a sip of her wine, pursing her lips as it went down. “That’s quite a list.”

Elliot cast her a look, an amuse smile crawling across his lips. “Is that a hint of jealousy that I detect in your tone captain?”

Olivia almost snorted. “I think you’ve had too much to drink detective.”

“Well, it didn’t matter anyway.”

“Why not?”

“She’s not you Liv.”

His words caught her off guard, like they did two years ago, when he first confessed that he loved her. Olivia’s breath caught in her throat as she struggled to respond, her mind still scrambling to process his words. Fortunately for Olivia, a waiter came by, offering Elliot a drink menu.

Elliot ordered a whiskey, then returned his gaze to Olivia, who was staring into space.

“Liv?”

Olivia startled, meeting his eyes.

Elliot continued softly, “You know, we never got to pick up our conversation…following that night at yours.”

Olivia blew out a small breath as memories from that night flashed back to her. She remembered the feeling of his body pressed against her, his smell, the way her name fell from his lips…Liv, I care for you.

Olivia remembered how she felt like she was melting into his body.

Elliot asked, “Should I be jealous of other dates?”

Olivia’s lips tilted into the tiniest of smiles at his attempt to lighten the mood. She shook her head slowly and whispered, “No.”

Olivia didn’t miss the way his face lit into a smile.

“So, you said that you weren’t ready for this back then.”

Olivia hadn’t realised that she had been nervously fiddling with the stem of the wine glass until Elliot gently reached for her fingers, stopping her. Olivia glanced down at their intertwined fingers.

Elliot asked her softly, “Liv, where are we now?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to think about it since that night…”

Elliot caught her gaze. “And if you think about it now?”

Olivia could feel his fingers drawing circles around the back of her thumb, and it made her breath catch in her throat once more. It made it near impossible for her to think.

Finally, Olivia said, “I want to El. I really do…I just don’t know if I can trust you.”

Elliot swallow, then he said, “Okay. What if I don’t ask for your trust, but just one date?”

Olivia raised her eyebrows, curious at his suggestion. Elliot, sensing her openness, quickly encouraged her. ‘Just one date Liv, that’s all I’m asking.”

Olivia studied him closely, then said, “Alright detective, you have your chance. One date.”

Elliott’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Olivia bit back a smile, a twinkle in her eye. “You can have me for tonight”. Then she leaned in closer, her voice a smoky whisper as she said, “So detective, what will you do with me?”

…

fun fact I dictated this entire fanfic because I'm slowly losing the functioning of my hands since I was diagnosed with neurogenic thoracic outlet syndrome. Fingers crossed and please pray for me that will work so I can get better and get back to typing more bensler!

#olivia benson #bensler #svu

[theheromira]

Nimona appreciation post (Part 3 of idk even know how many)

Hi guys, I'm back with Part 3. Sorry about the delay, I tend to procrastinate even if something has to do with my newest hyperfixation lol (Pic for attention, like always lol)

at the beginning he says to Amb that he's not brooding and now he tells Nimona that "Knights don't mope, they brood."

"Murder him, murdder her, murder everyone!" aaand there is Amb standing int the door and Bals pose XD

Amb lil smile when he sees Bal. He probably thought that he killed Bal and seems glas that he's not

Also him just looking at Bals arm

Nimonas lil "Gesundheit" is way better in the english version ngl

Nemesis 😈

"Oh, look! It's Gloreth!" and the knights behind them actually look in the direction she pointed at

Amb acting like he was about to draw his sword and looking like they just caught him doing something forbidden like I don't even know

Bals almost defeated face at the beginning of the closet scene

Nimona just casually ripping that pipe out of the wall

Bals hamster cheeks when she grabs his face

that die-in-the-closet-dialogue felt very strange to me but I still don't completely understand how people can hate people who have a different orientation than them (sexual or not, I don't know how to say that exactly but I hope you kinda understand me?). There shouldn't be a problem about dying in a closet in real life and I really understand why people are so close-minded and this is still happening, I guess. Why does this "kids movie" motivate me to think about this kind of issue so much? But I guess it's a good thing, I'm probably/definitely not the only one who watched Nimona and really started to think about this (and the other themes of this movie)

also Nimona literally coming out of the closet (as a shape-shifter) is like really nice, I love little things like that in movies that you maybe not even register at first

I like to think that the axe opening the door is a little "Shining" reference

Nimona casually catching the arrow before her face

Bal being the competent idiot that he is grabbing the first thing his hand finds to use as a weapon without even looking

"Even if you see the horn?"

"I will not freak… Uhhh" with that face XD

I just looove her line "This is the part where you run.", how she looks at the knights and how they start to panic

Bals face while getting out of the closet is like: What the everloving hell did just happen/is just happening?

"Yeah" "Oh no! Stay away! Get back! No! This is not happening!" XD

Amb just being bamboozled and proving that he's at least a bit of a Nerd (who other then a Nerd or a Zoologist would call a Rhino by it's full name)

"Leave that guy alone!" "Take that" bonks him away with her horn lol, they are such a good duo

Stairs are either your best friend (Nimona seemingly) or your worst enemy (Kungfu Panda)

Bal just being completely like a fish out of water by what is happening during that chase is also kinda hilarious

Also him still having the brain to tell her she needs to go right in all of this mayhem is very competent of him, I stan him just a bit ngl

the whale

hey def needed a meeting table that round, they are a kingdom of knights

loving that Todd gets the tiny d*** joke, one of the best jokes in the movie and this movie has a lot of good ones

THE MUSIC <3

Now he wants the staircase, Bal really should make up his mind XD

I'm a bit sad that the original BlueSky-Scene where she changes into a dragon didn't make it in there but this is also fine, I guess

How did Bal survive that fall?

also loving how he just slides the last few metres face down lol

Nimona looking at Bal before she says her "Something, something, something, we win." was kinda cute

Explosions! "Metal" Also: stuff like this reminds me of a kind of old scetch from a comedian (I know the guy from some youtube vids of different poetry slams but he is a comedian now) I like pertaining bear catapults (I def will get myself some tickets if he ever does a show near me, the guy is hilarious)

Bal looking kinda chill (he prob has a concussion and isn't quite there, I guess) at the different things that fly towards them and then focusing on that little bit of debris that knocks him out (and the sound he makes when he gets hit) lol

Sooo, that was it for part 3. Short I know, but I think I will try to get these posts out and ngl my attention span is a bit short at the moment… with this kind of post thats more on the short site I believe I can stay on the topic and not procrastinate that much. Maybe there will also be some longer ones inbetween, we will see. Have a good one guys ^^

#netflix nimona #nimona #appreciation #gay knights #nimona film #nimona spoilers #nimona ballister #goldenheart

[ash5monster01]

Hi! Loved your last Andrew post 🥺, was hoping to request another with him? when you and Andrew are both single and have been for a long time so you two decided to set each other up with someone close to each of your age (reader is like 24). You go on a double date but during the date you two just hit it off more than your blind dates. And if you can make reader an actress too 🫶��� I saw on insta that thats what happened with Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds lol

Should’ve Known it Was You

Pairing: Andrew Garfield x FemReader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: you and your friend Andrew are both single and decide setting each other up on a blind double date is the best idea until you enjoy each other more than your dates.

Masterlist

You weren’t sure how you had ended up in this situation. Actually you knew exactly how and it was because of the doe eyed boy seated across from you. It was his fault you found yourself with a date duller than a doorknob and it was also your fault his date ended up annoying as can be, but it wasn’t your fault you didn’t know many other people 15 years older than you and he didn’t know many people 15 years younger than him. Thinking back on it now maybe the day you had decided this was a good idea you both hadn’t really thought it through.

“Look Y/N we’re both single right now. What could it hurt?” you couldn’t believe he was suggesting this.

“He could be a murderer or a cannibal” Andrew laughed loudly, his trailer almost shaking.

“Why would your mind go to those options first? You don’t think I would find you a nice guy?” Andrew crossed his arms, his attention completely off his lunch during your 30 minutes break from set.

“I know, I just wouldn’t be comfortable. I’m awkward” you hated dating. Getting used to somebody new was the worst, especially romantically.

“You’re not awkward” you gave him a dumbfounded look in hopes to remind him what you were like the first day on set and you two had met. “Okay, you’re a little awkward but you can overcome that. I mean look at us now”

“Andy, I just want to skip the embarrassment. I’ll find a guy of my own to make myself a fool in front of” you told him before proceeding to take a bite of your salad.

“Why don’t we make it a double date, you pick my date and I pick yours and then we all go together” now this idea had peaked your interest. Andrew could fill the conversation where you struggled and hopefully you could do the same for him.

“Now that could work” you told him after a few minutes of pondering and he held his hands up as if to say I told you so before focusing back on his food.

So here you both were, sat next to your dates, in a dimly lit restaurant. But the catch was both the dates you picked sucked and the only jokes you had been laughing at all night were Andrew’s.

“Oh my gosh Y/N, did I tell you what happened on set the other day?” Andrew turned his head from his blonde date and you immediately leaned forward to put your attention on him. Your date had been busy trying to tell you about his routine while taking care of his Grandpa and you could only take so much about what medication he takes at what time.

“No, spill” you grinned back at him, your dates sharing a knowing look between them.

“We were filming and one of the new assistants was so distracted as he watched us he walked straight into the craft table. Food went everywhere and he was covered. I laughed so hard we had to reshoot the scene like twenty times” you laughed loudly picturing this, knowing that one bump to your craft table could launch food everywhere.

“Oh my gosh, I bet our Director was pissed” Andrew nodded, smiling at how the girl laughed at his story.

“He was, but I couldn’t help myself” both of you had shown more enthusiasm over each other than your dates and it continued like this for most of the night. One of you would break a dull conversation to converse with the other. Finally Andrew’s date had enough.

“That’s it’s, I’m leaving” Andrew shot her a confused look and your date stood as well.

“Me too” he said as he started to put on his jacket.

“What, we’re just starting to have fun” Andrew held his hands up, confused as his date collected her purse.

“No, you guys are having fun” you drew your eyebrows together at the blonde girl, confused by what she had meant.

“Obviously you guys are into each other, you should’ve saved yourself the trouble and just went on a date instead of wasting our time” your date said before turning and walking out the door. Andrew’s date followed, her chin high as you both got abandoned at the table.

“Well, that was unexpected” Andrew spoke and you both chuckled, the awkwardness starting to settle in. Andrew was 15 years older than you and you had never really considered him an option. But hearing someone say it you started to wonder if you really had been attracted to him all along. Every shared moment between the two of you flashed through your head and you realized maybe it was always there. You enjoyed his company, and the flirting wasn’t uncommon.

“We should go” you suggested and he nodded as he held his hand up for a bill. Once you both had paid you found yourself out in the sidewalk, walking side by side, your shoulders brushing every once in a while.

“Do you think they were right?” Andrew asked and you sighed as you looked ahead of you.

“Maybe, I don’t know” he nodded as you said this. You hated that this was in your head now. Now you noticed how the veins in his hands flexed, the roll of his throat as he spoke, and the crinkles in his eyes, and you were attracted to all of it.

“Maybe we were so focused on the fact it couldn’t happen that is somehow did” you both never considered the other due to age. But had focusing on this fact distract you from it happening in real time?

“I’m a little embarrassed our dates noticed but not us” you said and he laughed lightly as he kicked a rock with his foot.

“Yeah, then we really could’ve saved ourself the trouble” the silenced filled the air again, only the sound of traffic floating between you. Suddenly Andrew couldn’t handle the silence or confusion anymore and his movements came to a stop.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you turned back to look at him.

“What if we kissed?” your heart stopped as he muttered the words.

“What?” you gasped out, surprised by the bluntness of the situation.

“Look, obviously both of us are trying to understand our feelings right now. So what if we kiss? If we feel something or not at least we’ll know and this entire night won’t be a complete waste” he said you thought about it for a few moments. At the end of the day what could it possibly hurt. At least you could sleep easier tonight.

“Okay, let’s do it” Andrew was surprised by this response but quickly recollected himself.

“Okay” and suddenly he was a step closer, and you could feel his breath on your face. Your heart accelerated as he tried to figure out how to grab you. Settling with one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek he slowly lowered his face to yours.

“You better be a good kisser Garfield” you whispered before he finally pressed his lips to yours. At first it was shock, that you both had your mouths pressed to each other but suddenly you felt it. Andrew did too as his hand on your cheek slipped behind your head to deepen the kiss. You found yourself clinging to his shirt, the desire to get more overwhelming you. Slowly his tongue slid across your bottom lip and you allowed it in, all of your senses going into over drive because here your best friend was with his tongue in your mouth and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

Your hands found your way into his hair and his around your waist, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. You had both expected just a peck on the lips but now here you were hungering for more and you still hadn’t even broken apart yet. As soon as his hands started to slide up the back of your shirt you both broke apart for air. Your breaths were heavy as you searched each others eyes wondering if you had both felt that. How could you both have gone so long not realizing being together could feel like that?

“Wow” you weren’t sure if you had ever had a kiss like that and yet here you both were, still in each others arms, ready for more.

“I know” a small grin fell on Andrew’s face and he laughed lightly.

“I’d really like to take you back to my place now so we can do that again” you started to nod quickly and he grinned again, gripping your hand as he pulled you towards his apartment.

“Better make it quick, I don’t think I can wait that long” you told him and he felt his pace quicken because you just became the best part of his night.

“We should’ve done that the day we met”

#imagine #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield imagine #tasm andrew garfield #tasm x reader #tasm imagine #tasm peter parker #tasm fic #marvel #andrew garfield #requests #requests open

[ladyartemesia]

Hiiii

Hope you’re doing well. It’s been two years I think ? but I still keep reading the Seokjin and omega teaser again and again🤣🤣

I am doing well! Also. You know what is crazy about this…. Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega is like… basically done. There are maybe 2 scenes left to write and honestly I should write them. I am powerfully considering it BUT—

Since you’re so nice AND you keep reading it… SO here’s a little taste of what comes directly after that teaser…

“This is NOT FUNNY!” you hissed from underneath your blankets.

As soon as Seokjin revealed his identity, you dropped the knife (and your dignity) and ran straight back to your bedroom.

Okay. Well maybe not straight back.

For some reason you also ran into Jin’s room, stole a stuffed Yoshi toy, deliberately knocked over one of his custom “busty Peach” statues, and THEN ran straight to your room.

Currently you were curled up in the fetal position cuddling both Yoshi and Toad while Kim Taehyung—your former best friend—howled with maniacal laughter over the phone.

“—and you said he was a mafia boss! Bahahahaha—”

You rolled your eyes.

“Well what else was I supposed to do?! He didn’t look related to you!” (His features were rather hard to make out in his current condition.) “He was just a strange man covered in dirt!”

“Jin’s house flooded this morning. He’s been slogging around in two feet of disgusting water trying to salvage his stuff since 7 AM.”

“I guess that also explains why he smells like a sewer.”

There was a slight pause and then—

“So you haven’t smelled him yet?”

“I could barely smell anything under that awful flood stench.”

“Good… that’s good.”

Your nose wrinkled in confusion.

“Why is that good? Taehyung, you’re not making any sen—”

“I heard a new boutique opened up on Main Street last month. Why don’t you go check it out? Just—you know… get out of the house for a while. Have some fun and stuff—out there. For a couple hours—like three hours.”

“Uh… okay?”

What the heck?

“Excellent. Jin should be gone by the time you get back—

“He what?!”

“I have to catch this flight. Love you! See you soon! Go shop!”

Then the line went dead and you went scrambling back down the stairs.

————————

“KIM SEOKJIN!”

The man in question was trying to butter some toast (in peace) when your sudden shrieking caused him to drop the knife.

He sighed wearily, watching it clatter to the floor with a depressing little clang as you charged into the kitchen—still half naked.

“You can’t leave!”

Jin didn’t bother looking up at you. He just continued to stare forlornly at his butter knife.

“Oh, I am definitely leaving,” he mumbled eventually.

“But I’ll be by myself!”

He shrugged and bent to retrieve his knife.

“You were by yourself when I got here.”

“Exactly! What if someone else breaks in?!”

You weren’t too proud to admit that the incident had shaken you.

Sure, this time the intruder was supposed to be there, but what about next time? You were far too beautiful to be murdered in your sleep, surely Jin could see that.

Not to mention… the thought of him leaving was unexpectedly unsettling. You had the oddest urge to keep him close and frankly you saw no reason to deny yourself in this situation.

(You rarely encountered situations which required denial.)

“I didn’t break in,” he reminded you, turning to fetch himself a clean butter knife. “I have a key.”

Your eyes narrowed irritably. It was time for the big guns.

“So… so you’re just going to leave me here? A defenseless omega all by herself?”

Jin’s hands froze. He was mostly angled away from you but you could see a muscle beginning to tick in his jaw.

Now for the grand finale.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you whined pitifully.

Jin dropped his new knife.

“Please… don’t leave me.”

After a long moment of silence, the tall dirty man leaned his forehead onto the cabinets in front of him and groaned.

“Okay...” he ground out tightly. “I won’t leave you. Just—please—don’t say another word.”

Then he abandoned his breakfast all together and took off directly for the stairs.

Huh…

A puzzled expression settled over your face.

You got what you wanted, but he seemed almost… pained? Normally people were thrilled to spend time with you.

The smell of sausage and toast suddenly tickled its way under your nose, reminding you that Kim Seokjin had interrupted your snack.

You were just about to take a bite when a loud—vehement—shout of profanity echoed from the second floor followed by the sound of Jin’s footsteps pounding back down the stairs.

“Were you in my room?” he asked as soon as he swung back around the corner. Your eyes widened momentarily, but you caught yourself just in time.

“No. Why would you think that?”

Perhaps you should feel bad about lying, but how could you even begin to explain your actions when you yourself didn’t totally understand them.

Besides… it’s not like he could prove it.

Tae had mentioned specifically that there were no omegas in his family and a beta’s nose was far too weak to detect latent scents like yours could.

A muscle ticked in his jaw as he considered your response. After a moment his eyes began to travel slowly over your body, taking in the feigned innocence of your expression and the mouthwatering expanse of your soft exposed curves…

A strange foreign heat twisted eagerly in your belly under the weight of his regard and you shivered involuntarily.

What the—

“Are you eating my breakfast?”

Oh whoops.

#Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega #sneak peak #honestly I love this story #kim seokjin #Kim seokjin drabble #Kim seokjin au #a/b/o fic

[lady-fey]

Don’t Mix Thoughts and Dialogue

During a bit of dialogue, it can be incredibly tempting to give your reader a glimpse of what the characters are thinking. This is a trap. Don’t do it.

Why?

Well, the best way to explain this is to just give you a quick example.

Mary laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Hey, do you remember that night with Jimmy and the cat?” Ryan smiled, his mind drifting back over the long years of their friendship. That they would still be so close after all this time was truly a gift. Yet a part of him still asked ‘what if?’ What if they were meant to be something other than friends? Could that every happen or was he being greedy? Risking something beautiful for so little gain. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Then he smiled and said, “Yeah, I still don’t know where he got it!”

Question: when you got to Ryan’s response, did you remember what Mary said or did you have to glance back up to jog your memory? If you glanced back up, then don’t feel bad! You are completely normal and that’s why this is a technique that you should use sparingly.

When we’re reading, our brains are constantly processing new information. It’s basically an ongoing memory game! If you’ve ever played one of those, then you know that it can be quite tricky to recall which picture is hiding under which card or what objects were on the now-hidden tray. However, we can always pick up the card or reveal the tray to remind ourselves of the answer. Similarly, we can always glanced back up the page and reread the previous line, but a story isn’t a game. Most writers want their audience to be fully immersed in the scene. Their eyes should travel down the page, following the flow of the words, never needing to look back at what was said three paragraphs ago.

You’re never going to be able to make your audience remember everything that you wrote. There are just too many words in the story. That’s why, when you’re writing dialogue, you want to keep all of the surrounding text related to the dialogue. Don’t let your characters go off on tangents like Ryan did because then your audience’s brain will switch to this new topic and forget the old one the same way that a verbal tangent will lead to someone asking, “Hey, wait, what were we talking about?”

I get the temptation to do the thought thing. It can give some really fun insight into a character. I will do it myself in early drafts. Then, upon rereading, I’ll realize that I switched focus from the dialogue and, as much as I like sharing my character’s thoughts, dialogue just isn’t the place to do it. If you’re including dialogue, the point is usually the interactions between the characters, not their deep, individual thoughts.

In this case of the above, Ryan’s thoughts needed to wait until after the conversation was over OR I should have introduced this topic earlier so that I could briefly hint at Ryan’s feelings with something like:

Mary laughed, the sound making Ryan's traitorous heart skip a beat. Then she asked, “Hey, do you remember that night with Jimmy and the cat?” “Yeah, I still don’t know where he got it!” Ryan said, gazing at her with melancholy fondness. “Did he ever tell you?”

This is not to say that you can never do the thought thing. You can. Just be aware that it's dragging your audience away from the dialogue and they will likely forget the details of what was being discussed, making it a not-so-great techniquie.

The only time when I’d do that is when I want the character to forget the conversation, too. Then I can bring the character and the audience back to the discussion in a natural way.

I’ll also note that readers do remember things long after they happen. It’s just that what tends to stick are the big, important details (ex: Alim was murdered) or the things that get repeated constantly (ex: the suspect list that the detectives go over after every new clue). Dialogue tends to be largely forgettable as the point is rarely the specific words, which is why breaking a conversation is so jarring.

#writing advice #writing tips #writing dialogue #dialogue #example #how to write

[stat1cdust]

Your pov...

I was in a casino with my brother, Husk as he gambled with some other random demon. He was about to win when all of the sudden he started fading away.

No literally- he was legit disappearing.

"What the fuck-" I said before he was completely gone.

I panicked for a few minutes and ran out into the streets of hell looking for where ever the fuck he might be. I suddenly got a text. It was from my brother

'Hey I'm at the Happy hotel,some asshole I used to work for volunteered me to be a bartender. The adress is (insert random adress) hurry and be careful.'

I sigh and start heading to the adress.

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I arrive at the hotel. I looked up to see the sign 'Happy hotel' at the top.

"Huh not really fitting for hell but oh we-"

Just as I was about to finish that thought I heard something loud behind me. I look up to see a huge flying thing- i don't know what to call it- looks like a ship.

Before I could inspect it closer I felt myself being picked by a giant metal arm. It brought me to the main window where I was met with a snake demon dressed in victorian attire.

"And who are you?!" He asked in an annoying high pitched voice. Sounds like a proper and prim 12 year old boy going through puberty-

Just as I was about to answer I heard a familiar voice behind me

"LET GO OF MY SISTER YOU ASSHOLE"

he threw a beer bottle towards the ship. I look behind me to see my brother Husk and what I assume to be his new co-workers. Before I could register what just happened I hear the snake say

"As~ you wish~" before dropping me.

Soooo you know the phrase cats always land on their feet? Yeah that's bullshit. I panicked and braced for impact but instead of feeling my bones break from hitting the concrete floor I heard a slight 'oof' as I landed in someones arms.(some cheesy y/n moments for yall)

I look up to see a deer demon with a huge smile looking down at me surprised.

"Are you alright dear?" I blushed noticing he was still holding me bridal style.

"Um... yeah- I guess- thanks for catching me by the way!" I smiled up at him

"It was no problem at all!"

His grin grew wider as we kinda just stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

"AHEM" we turn to see Husk annoyed at this scene

"If ya would put my fucking sister down and deal with the giant fucking ship in the sky that would be appreciated"

"Why of course my dear husker! Thank you for reminding me!"

He didn't put me down though as to piss off my brother but he did take care of the snake dude. I watched as his smile grew wide and his eyes became distorted. Symbols were floating around him as he was surrounded in static. I looked back at the ship and saw it being engulfed in black tentacles. I bet you can already figure out where my mind went when I saw that-

Finally the ship exploded and the deer demons magic calmed down. I looked up at him with a 'where tf did that come from' face as he just looked down at me with a grin.

I felt myself being snatched from his grasp and put down.

"Hands off my sister bambi reject"

Husk glares at him

"My apologies dear, didn't know Husker here was so protective! I don't believe we've met before. Im Alastor and you are?"

"Oh I'm y/n! Sorry for my brother he's just a grumpy cat" I let out a little laugh as I look to see my brother on the edge of murder.

"No need to apologize for others actions dear! Anyways, who wants some jambalaya!" He casually throws his arm around my shoulder walking me into the hotel as the others followed behind us.

Just before we head inside I see the 'happy hotel' sign turn into 'hazbin hotel'

Huh- more fitting to be honest.

Alastor opened to door letting me in first as well as holding the door open for the others.

I look around the lobby observing my surroundings.

"Would anyone like to help me in the kitchen?" Alastor asked and received excuses from the others. I'm not sure why but they all seemed to want to avoid him and I felt bad so I volunteered.

"Like hell I'm gonna let you be alone with this freak" Husk scolded pulling me away from Alastor.

"Then just come with us dumbass- either way I'm going."

Husk groaned as Alastor just smiled walking me and my brother to the kitchen.

We started working as soon as we got there. I got the ingredients for Alastor, cut them how he asked me to, while Alastor did the rest. My brother however just sat there angrily glaring at Alastor the whole time.

I saw Alastor become more and more uncomfortable as he felt Husk's stare in the back of his head. He leaned towards me whispering

"Is he always like this dear?"

I giggled a bit and joked

"Not really- you must have done something bad I guess"

He simply chuckled

"You haven't been in hell for long have you?"

"Not really, why?"

"To put it simply I'm not the purest soul"

"Well I kinda guessed so with the power I saw you use earlier- I can see why my brother is so against you but to be honest- its hell. What can you expect? And I trust you not to hurt me. I feel like you would've already done it if you really wanted to."

He gave me a small genuine smile as we both went back to work. With Husk still glaring of course.

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You finished making dinner and ate with the rest of the hotel. You were introduced to everyone, husk telling you who to be wary of and asking Charlie to give you a room there so he could make sure you were ok. You went to bed but woke up unable to sleep

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Your pov...

Once again unable to sleep. How fun... I check the time to see it was 1:30AM. I sigh and walk out of my room to walk around the hotel hoping that it would wear me out at some point.

Eventually I came to the library. I saw a light from the cracks of the door and I heard soft music from a radio. Being curious I slowly opened up the door peeking in

"Anyone in here?"

I waited for a response

"Y/n is that you dear?"

I hear a familiar static filled voice call out. I walk in and closed the door behind me

"Yeah it's me, why are you up this late?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing"

Alastor let out a small tired chuckle. I noticed he was holding a book.

"I couldn't sleep so I decided to explore the place now what about you?"

"Its nothing for you to worry about, why don't you join me? Seeing as your brother isn't here to glare at me the whole time."

He patted the spot next to him on the couch he was sitting at. I sat next to him. Even though he was trying to hide his eyes I could still see how tired they looked.

I moved my hand up to his face and gently tilted his head so I could see his eyes. I felt him flinch a bit, still holding that smile of course.

"Al you need to sleep you look like you're about to collapse" my voice was laced with worry.

He only looked down at his book again and shook his head. I sigh and get up making him think I was going back to my room. To his surprise I went to a shelf,found and interesting book,and sat back down.

"What are you doing?" He gave me a confused look

"Well you asked me to join you. And I'm sure it gets lonely staying up all night so imma stay up with you!" I smiled at him and he just let out a small chuckle as we both went back to reading.

"You are quite the opposite of your brother dear. Your soul is almost too pure for hell!" Alastor exclaimed

"Yeah- I get that a lot but everyone is here for a reason. Deserved or not a sin is a sin. I'm not an asshole unless I need to be ya know? I try to be as positive as I can be because you won't find it often down here."

"Do you mind sharing what your sin was darling?"

"Maybe one day however I'm not really comfortable telling anybody yet"

"That's alright! Just curious! Do you wanna stay up and read for little bit more before heading back to bed?"

"Sure! Im actually into this book!"

After a while of both of us reading in comfortable silence I felt my eyes closing as my body gave into exhaustion.

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7:30AM..(6 hours later)...

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I woke up... in my bed- how did I get here? Did Alastor carry me or something? I hope he finally got some sleep he looked like he hasn't slept in days.

As I was about to get up I see husk in the doorway looking like an angry dad who caught their child trying to sneak out.

"Oh hey what are you doing here bro?"

"Dont you BrO me- where the hell were you last night?! I went to get something I forgot in here and to my fucking surprise you weren't in your room!"

Well shit- I gotta think of something- uhhhhhhhhhh

"Eheh sorry- I couldn't sleep and I wanted to explore the hotel so I can get to know it better"

"Next time just take sleeping pills or something- I thought something happened when I couldn't find your dumbass"

"I was perfectly safe no need to worry"

"We are literally in hell of course theres a reason to worry"

"Yeah yeah whatever you say now get outta my room"

Husk rolled his eyes and left closing the door behind him. I got up and got ready for the day. I would be helping with some things around the hotel. Maybe I can ask Alastor how I got back into my room last night and if he got any sleep himself.

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The whole day went by normally except for one thing. Every time you tried to talk to Alastor your brother, Husk would immediately find a way to get him away from you. No matter where you were or how hard you tried to sneak Husk would always prevent you from talking to him. Until....

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After a long day of work and being dragged away from Alastor I sat down across from my brother at the bar he was managing. I was practically sulking. I was tired and I wanted to talk to Al without being scolded.

I suddenly felt something appear in my pockets and as soon as husk turned away I looked around and made eye contact with Alastor who was giving me a knowing look.

Not wanting to get caught with the note I excused myself to the restroom.

I leaned against the bathroom wall as I reached into my pocket pulling out a small peice of paper that read.

'My dearest, y/n

Our last meeting was very pleasant without your brother there to drag you around! I wish to do it again so please wait until your brother has gone off to bed and meet me in the library so we may speak without any interruptions.

Sincerely, Alastor'

I smiled and put the note back in my pocket as I walked back to the bar. I turned to see Alastor once again. Our eyes met as I nodded to signal I accepted his invitation.

"What the fuck was that about" husk asked noticing the nod

"Oh it was nothing to worry about"

He just nodded and went back to cleaning out glasses.

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Hours later(12AM)

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I waited and waited til eventually I heard husk yawn and bid me good night before going off to bed asking me when I plan on going too

"Soon probably go get some rest!"

He nodded and went. I waited a few seconds before rushing to the library hoping Alastor wasn't waiting too long.

I stopped infront of the door seeing the light through the cracks just as they were the first time. I pushed open the door carefully as to not startle him.

I looked in and there he was,on the couch, and facing away from me.

I mean- come on- who wasn't gonna take the opportunity.

I smirked and started sneaking up on him planning to scare him a lil or atleast surprise him. Just as I got close.

SNAP!

His neck twisted in an unnatural way to face me, eyes now distorted, and his grin widened.

"AH WHAT THE FU-"

I was cut off by him slapping a hand against my mouth.

"Quiet dear you might wake your brother"

I nodded still slightly startled

"Now calm down dear what did you expect! You startled a demon after all!" He chuckled leading me to the couch to sit next to him.

And for hours we just talked and talked about everything and anything. Trying to keep quiet while doing so but miserably failing as our laughter was too much to hold. Thank god my brother goes into a deep sleep when he's drunk. Turns out he did carry me to my room but he teleported to make it easier. I thanked him of course and told him he didn't have to.

"Why of course I did my dear! What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't!"

Offering that never-ending smile of his. The night of conversation and laughter continued. Just as we were about to call it a night Alastor stopped me.

"I know this may be a strange request- but can we do this every night? I fear with your brother around I will never get to talk to you and you're quite pleasant company to be around. These nights get lonely when sleep isn't an option"

I smiled at him. Of course I was going to say yes. Hes actually quite fun to be around!

"Of course Al! Same time and place?"

He nodded as we bid each other good night and went back to our rooms. Maybe these sleepless nights won't be so hard to go through anymore.

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Soon weeks passed by. Each day you and Alastor ignoring each other for the sake of your brother while each night you and Alastor only grew closer and closer. Sharing stories,jokes,and laughs. Eventually after 3 months of this routine you started to feel something for the radio demon. A feeling you dreaded but enjoyed at the same time. Love... you had fallen in love with one of the most powerful demons in hell. The one guy who has only been known to show one emotion. You were absolutely convinced he didn't feel the same. While you were worrying about your feelings you neglected to notice Husk becoming suspicious of your absence at night.

Husk will sometimes check on you at night due to paranoia. For the past 3 months he hasn't seen you in your room til 3AM or 4AM. So he decided to do something about it...

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Husk's pov...

"Im goin to bed... you gonna go soon?" I looked at my sister who was scrolling through her phone at the other side of the bar

"Probably in a little bit I'm not that tired right now " I nodded and went to "bed". In reality I just hid some where awaiting the opportunity to follow her to wherever the hell she's been going at night.

I waited a couple minutes it was now 12AM. I watched as she got up and instead of going up the stairs leading to the rooms she went to another set of stairs leading up to storage rooms and the library. 'What the fuck-' I thought,confused on why the hell she would be going up there.

I snuck behind her easily following her without getting caught. Still hidden, I watched her stop at the library door,open it,step in, then close the door.

'Oh thank satan shes just a fucking nerd'

My thought was immediately followed by an annoying voice muffled through the door.

"There you are dear! I've been waiting for you- is your brother in bed?"

I heard her giggle

"Probably passed out from drinking as always"

My eyes widened as I stood there in shock. Have they been secretly meeting behind my fucking back this whole damn time?!

I peeked through the crack and watched them as they talked about random shit. I was just gonna watch over her just in case and talk to her tomorrow about it.

I zoned out when I saw Alastor get up suddenly, his favorite song on the radio, as he pulled y/n up to dance with him.

Your pov...

I laughed as Alastor pulled me up to dance with him. One of his hands on my waist and the other holding my hand as he spinned me around.

I felt the very obvious blush on my face. I felt my heart racing at his touch. Our dancing slowed down as we looked into each others eyes. I felt his hand leave mine as it traveled to my cheek, cupping my face, and me gladly leaning into his touch.

I felt my heart go even faster as I saw Alastor start to lean in. I stood there for a second in shock as his lips met mine. Eventually I leaned into the kiss, my arms thrown around his neck while his were wrapped around my waist.

We didn't get too into the kiss before we heard the door burst open. We both jumped and pulled away from each other as we looked to the door to see my brother, pissed as can be.

Out of all the people to walk in on us it was my brother. At the worst time too- I mentally groan prepared for an argument.

I felt Husk grab my arm and drag me out the library. Well he tried to atleast before Alastor grabbed me away from him and gave a death glare.

"Relax freak I'm just gonna talk to her. I'll deal with you later" Husk gave the same glare back as I walked over to Husk so we could talk alone.

We walked into another room as I stood there awkwardly waiting for my brother to say something.

"Ok first of all what the hell is goin on between you two and when did it start"

I looked down and answered him

"We started meeting up every night 3 months ago and until today we were nothing more than friends! I didn't know he had feelings towards me til a couple minutes ago! I would've told you if the relationship escalated any further."

"Why did you keep your friendship secret then?"

At that moment my fact immediately went -_-

"Are u serious? Everytime I tried to talk to him you would drag me away"

"Well I had a reason for that! That asshole is the most untrustworthy demon to ever exist! He could've erased you and I wasn't gonna give him the chance."

He sighed before continuing

"Look kid... you're old enough to form your own relationship with whoever the fuck you want. Alastor is a whole other story and while I wanna tear his twizzler looking ass to shreads I can tell you love him. Thats rare to find down here so as long as he doesn't harm you in any way I will tolerate his existence and let you two be together."

I was so happy I was starting to tear up a little bit

"Really????"

"Yeah even when I tried to keep you apart your stubborn ass still found a way around me so no use in trying it anymore"

I immediately tackled my brother into a hug feeling him hug back

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

I was so excited. I immediately ran back to the library where Alastor was pacing back and forth looking nervous.

I literally jumped on to him and hugged him.

He seemed startled before I said

"Oksohusksaidthathewilltolerateyouaslongasyoudonthurtmeinanywayisntthatgreat?!"

"Calm down dear! I couldn't even understand what you said!" He said chuckling as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Before I could repeat Husk came in and dragged Alastor away into another room.

I just stood confused and waited.

Some time later Alastor came rushing in and immediately pulled me into a hug. Ironically I have never seen him so happy before. How big his smile can get always amazes me.

"Let me guess he gave you the talk about how we can be together but if you hurt me he will kill you again?"

He nodded still smiling. He looked like a puppy right now.

"So dear I've been meaning to ask you this for a while now"

He pulled away from the hug and held both of my hands.

"You make me feel something I've never felt before. I'm not quite experienced with love but I would like to learn with you by my side."

I look over to see my brother in the doorway. He gives a small smile and a nod before walking away.

I quickly accept his confession. And after that we spent the night cuddling eventually falling asleep on the couch still holding onto each other.

Bonus

Everyone in the hotel was awake by now. Except for Husk who was already passed out at the bar. Everyone was curious because usually you two are up before them so naturally they went looking for you.

They checked both your rooms and nothing. You two were missing.

Everyone frantically searched for you two until eventually they found you. In the library still holding on tight to the all powerful radio demon who was also asleep and holding you close.

Charlie was fan girling with Nifty over how cute this is

Vaggie was confused as fuck saying

"They dont even talk to each other how the hell-"

Angel found it cute but he was a bit jealous you got his attention before him. He wasn't used to the lack of attention from men

"Woww I throw my best pick up lines and he chooses a gal he doesn't even talk to! What the fuck!"

He throws his arms up with a wtf face

Charlie quickly shushed him and pulls everyone out of the room leaving you and your new lover to sleep in peace.

(I wrote this fic 3 years ago 😭)

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #fanfic #alastor #husker hazbin hotel

[eyesteeth]

Time for another ATWQ theory. This theory contains MAJOR SPOILERS for the entirety of the fourth volume, so tread with caution. Content warnings for semi-graphic discussions of violence. Long post. I cannot stress how long this post is.

I think Ellington killed Qwerty.

Qwerty’s death is perplexing. His neck wound has thrown me off for years. It’s deep and it’s prominent enough to produce a “terrible stain“. And yet, we’re told the weapon that did him in was a poison dart, shot by Stew Mitchum. I don’t believe this. I believe Qwerty was as good as dead before Stew even had the chance to shoot.

The order of events

Let's break the scene down.

More murmuring, more rattling. “… a good evaluation,” Theodora finished, in the same voice she’d used to make me go to bed early. “You haven’t earned a good evaluation,” Qwerty said sharply. “I’ll tell you what I’ve earned,” Theodora said, and then she said something else I couldn’t hear, in the quiet tone. Qwerty heard it, though. The librarian now sounded less steady and precise and more frightened and anxious, or perhaps I was hearing my own fright and anxiety. “What are you doing?” he cried, and then there was a loud, shattering noise that sounded so close I thought the bottle had broken against my ear. Qwerty screamed, a wild, loud sound he never would have allowed in his library, and then I don’t know exactly what happened next because I dropped the bottle. “What is it?” Moxie asked me. “What’s going on?” “Let’s find out,” I said, moving to the door. “I can’t,” Moxie said. “I need to lie low, remember?” I remembered and said so, then hurried out of the compartment and found myself in a narrow corridor, clattering with the noise of the train and full of nobody but me. (ATWQ4, Chapter 4)

So, in order:

Qwerty exclaims "What are you doing?"

The window breaks

Qwerty screams

Lemony drops the bottle

Lemony enters the room several seconds later

This is very interesting to me, especially because Qwerty asks his question before the window breaks. I'd imagine that the window would break first, then he'd ask the question, and then he'd scream.

Qwerty's exclamation

“What are you doing” is an odd thing to say when a child comes in through your window. To me, it would make far more sense to say something like “What is he doing here” or simply “What the hell”. “What are you doing” is a phrase that seems directed at someone in the room, someone who Qwerty could see and could hear him. Taking context into account, this sounds directed at Theodora - she tells him something in a low voice, he reacts with fear, he is found dead. But I believe this to be a red herring. Because, as we find out later, there was someone else in the room - Ellington.

That's not how poison darts work

“I saw S. Theodora Markson shoot Dashiell Qwerty with a poison dart.” “You did no such thing,” I said. (ATWQ Chapter 6)

“Hangfire lurks in the background,” I reminded her, “imitating people’s voices and making mysterious phone calls. He doesn’t do anything himself.” Ellington poured the coffee. “Well, this time he did,” she said. “He shot Qwerty with a poison dart and threw the weapon out the window. Then he slipped into a nearby compartment and frightened the librarians into serving as false witnesses.” (ATWQ Chapter 8)

“I’m sure it was heartbreaking,” I said, “for the law to do something so lawless. But they were protecting someone important to them—their darling little boy. It was Stew Mitchum who clung to the railings of The Thistle of the Valley, shot Dashiell Qwerty with a poison dart, and then escaped into a compartment full of librarians scared into hiding the truth.” (ATWQ Chapter 11)

Over and over, when it comes to the murder, everyone agrees that it was a poison dart.

We all love our poison darts. A major reveal in TPP, and now they’ve come back again, like history rhyming. But a poison dart should not leave a neck wound like that. In the Netflix adaptation of TPP, there’s a small prick, and then Olaf’s father falls over. There is no blood involved.

Poison darts also have a very small tip. Even if Stew had missed his shot and the dart had run across Qwerty’s throat instead of hitting the side, I don’t think the wound would have been deep enough to kill. It would have bled if the angle was right, but what Qwerty’s death is described as sounds much more like a throat slash than a dart shot. 

Imagine a throwing dart. Imagine throwing that dart to a dartboard. Now imagine how precisely someone would have to stand between you and the dartboard in order to have it run the length of their throat but not get stuck in the side. Now imagine trying to do that in a moving train car, with you on the outside of the train. Not only is it a highly improbable (if not outwardly impossible) shot, even a poison dart shot from a dart gun would not be able to go that deep.

Your honor, that was not the murder weapon.

Even if it was I don't think Stew couldve made that shot anyway

I read for quite some time before I was distracted by a noise that sounded like a rock being thrown against the wall, just above my head. I looked up in time to see a small object fall to the table. It was a rock, which had been thrown against the wall, just above my head. It would be nice to think of something clever to say when something like that happens, but I always ended up saying the same thing. “Hey,” I said. “Hey,” repeated a mocking voice, and a boy about my age stuck his head out from behind a shelf. He looked like the child of a man and a log, with a big, thick neck and hair that looked like a bowl turned upside down. He had a slingshot tucked into his pocket and a nasty look tucked into his eyes. “You almost hit me,” I said. “I’m trying to get better,” he said, stepping closer. He wanted to tower over me, but he wasn’t tall enough. “I can’t be expected to hit my target every time.” (ATWQ1, Chapter 4)

While Stew may be morally capable of shooting a man (we see him go from firing rocks at birds to physically beating Lemony in the span of a few months), he may not be physically capable. Standing still, Stew Mitchum failed to shoot Lemony with a slingshot. And given that Stew was supposedly climbing on the outside of a moving train before swinging in through a window and taking the shot, I call bullshit. This would require an insane amount of coordination and skill, which Stew does not have.

Putting it all together

So, if it wasn't Stew, then it was either Ellington or S. I already believe S didn't do it. She wanted something from Qwerty, and killing him was only going to make her evaluation worse. She wasn't above threatening him, but I believe she was above killing him.

“Ellington Feint and Dashiell Qwerty shared Cell One,” Moxie said, typing it as she realized it, and then she stopped and looked at me. “She must have killed him.” I thought of Ellington dangling out the window of the train, and shook my head. “I know how you feel about Feint,” Cleo said to me. “We all do, Snicket. But if Theodora is not the murderer, then Ellington Feint must be. There was no one else in the compartment.” (ATWQ4 Chapter 11)

So it comes back to this. If it wasn't Stew from outdoors, and it wasn't Theodora from inside, it has to have been Ellington. And I believe I have the motive.

I sat up in bed and quickly turned the light on. I knelt beside the old-fashioned phonograph and looked carefully at it. It could be anybody’s, I told myself. It looks like Ellington Feint’s, but that doesn’t mean it is. I picked it up and turned it over and then saw a word, just one word stamped into the machine, right where the arm with the needle lay waiting to make the music play. It was the wrong word. It made me take three steps back. (ATWQ3, Chapter 5)

“I believe Hangfire would kill Ellington Feint if he could,” I said with a shiver, “and Ellington knows it.” (ATWQ4, Chapter 11)

Ellington likely knows Hangfire is her father, she just doesn't want to admit it to herself. She uses the phonograph far more than Lemony does, and if he knows, so does she. And if she also knows that he could kill her without much hesitation, then that gives her reason to get into his good graces.

And then there’s the one, I thought, who has stolen more sleep from you than all the rest. Ellington Feint, like me, was somewhat new in town, having come to rescue her father from Hangfire’s clutches. She’d told me that she would do “anything and everything” to rescue him, and “anything and everything” turned out to be a phrase which meant “a number of terrible crimes.” (ATWQ4, Chapter 1)

Who's to say she didn't work her way up to murder?

A hypothetical scene

So, Ellington and Qwerty are in the same cell. Kit is in the other cell. S is talking to Qwerty. The Mitchums are present. Here's what I think could have happened.

While Qwerty and S are talking, Ellington comes at him. He yells "What are you doing?", a statement directed at the person sitting next to him, and not someone coming through the window. Stew comes in, ready to attack, but this serves more as distraction than anything. Ellington, with a weapon actually meant to cut a throat, gets at Qwerty and he screams. Outside, Lemony drops the bottle, avoiding the sound of Qwerty's death gurgles.

Then, Ellington's deal with the Mitchums becomes silence about Stew's involvement as opposed to Stew murdering someone. She leaves, and likely discards the weapon out the window like everyone assumed Stew did with the darts. Stew does his threatening and Ellington slinks off, leaving Theodora, the Mitchums, and Kit in the room. Theodora is too stunned to speak, possibly rethinking her choices up to this point, the Mitchums are kept silent by their son, and Kit does not have anything to say.

Events on the train carry out as they do, the second conspiracy unfolds, Hangfire is revealed and then subsequently killed, and then eventually Kit and Ellington wind up in the same cell, shaking hands, two orphans who have been taught to kill.

How it works thematically

ASOUE and ATWQ both convey unreliable narration in different ways. ASOUE is a man reconstructing events he was not present for, and ATWQ is a man looking back on one of the most traumatic events of his childhood. He’s bound to get things wrong in both, and I believe that he is wrong about this scene because he’s falling into the biases he had when he was young.

It would be easy for him to assume that Stew killed Qwerty. It's easy for the audience to assume it, too. We know Stew's history of violence and his hatred towards Qwerty. It makes sense if you don't look too deep into it. The whole event was incredibly stressful, and Lemony was still so very young. Even if he had come to a different conclusion, he may not have wanted to consider it. It’s possible that these inconsistencies are the result of him wanting to tell the facts of what happened while also not wanting to acknowledge that Ellington killed Qwerty.

Or maybe I’m just overthinking things :]

#eyeteeth speaks #atwq #dashiell qwerty #ellington feint #long post #finally made this tinfoil hat post after literally eight months

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i just read your gif intimidating and i NEED a second part PLS i loved it <33

intimidating pt 2

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

warnings: reader bleeding, cuts, mentions of crime and murder, severed ear, gore (sorta)

summary: the groups trip to an abandoned house doesn’t exactly go as planned

intimidating pt 1

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You were thankful for the few hours you got to spend with Xavier while you all explored the haunted house.

The whole walk to the place, you and him talked. The whole time. While Enid and Wednesday walked ahead, making sure the four of you got to your destination.

“Hey,” Xavier said, glancing down at you, “can I ask you a question?”

You grinned up at him, nodding encouragingly, “Sure! Go ahead!”

“Everybody who goes to Nevermore has something that makes them an outcast. Other than, no offence, by the way, being extremely weird, what makes you different from the normies?”

Your eyebrows raised thoughtfully at his question.

He raised a brow, and look sort of panicked, like he was scared his question had been offensive in some way.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” You said, beginning to smile mindlessly.

“I’m incredibly smart. You said it yourself before I fell out of the tree. And, before you ask, I was only listening because I had gotten myself stuck in the tree. Ironic, isn’t it? One of the smartest students at Nevermore, but I’ve managed to get myself stuck in a tree.”

You laughed at your own ironic foolishness, the sound once again bringing a pink tint to Xaviers cheeks.

“I’m also sorry if this comes off rudely or offensive, but what makes you so smart? And why are you?” He queried, the curiosity showing on his face.

“I grew up in a very dangerous place. Everyone there was either a criminal or someone on the track to becoming one. Everyone was sloppy with their crimes. I could figure out who Jane McCanns murderer was with a few details of the stabbing, and a single look at the murder scene. Honestly, it was scary how unintelligent they all were. Alas, it inspired me. As much as I hate to admit, I knew I was smarter than them all, how narcissistic of me, I know. Anyway, it inspired me to be even smarter. I taught myself everything necessary.” Your face was narrowed, and scowling at the memories of your hometown, before it lit up again, and you turned to Xavier. “What about you?” You asked politely.

Xavier had stepped farther away from you.

“That reminds me of why I was so intimidated by you. Also, that explains why your friends with Wednesday.”

You cackled at that, much harder and louder than ever before. And Xavier felt great pride knowing he was the one who made you laugh like that.

In front of you both, Enid was grinning at the sight and sounds of your well-going conversation.

“Look at them!” She said to Wednesday, nudging her lightly. “They’re perfect for eachother.”

Wednesday shrugged. “I suppose they are.”

Suddenly, she whipped around, startling you and Xavier.

“We’re here. Y/N, go with Xavier, since you seem to be getting along well. You two search the bottom floor, try to find any proof of the hyde living here, and try to find clues for anywhere else it could be hiding. Enid and I will be doing the same on the top floor. Let’s go.”

~

You and Xavier wandered around, cracking jokes and having a lovely conversation as you searched the floor.

“I’ve heard of your father!” You replied to his statement of his parentage, “My mother was quite a big fan of his.”

Xavier rolled his eyes, and grinned wider. “Is she his #1 crazy fangirl?”

“I should very much believe she is.”

As the conversation continued, you saw something begin to faintly glint in the corner of your eye.

Your face grew into a concentrated and confused expression, as you moved around to find a spot where the glint was prominent.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Xavier asked with concern, glancing around the room for anything that could be upsetting you.

Finally, you moved into a spot where the glint was noticeable. It was coming from under a spot on the old, ratty couch.

You rushed over to it, and pulled away the cushion, revealing a knife, plastered in blood. And right beside it, a severed ear.

“Oh, that’s disgusting. But, Y/N! You’re a genius!” Xavier exclaimed joyously, patting you on the back.

“Wednesday!” You called, “I found something! Come quick!”

But, before Wednesday could come, you saw the expression on Xaviers face turn to panic, and his eyes widen with horror.

Right as you were about to ask what was bothering him, you felt a strong stinging pain in your back.

“Shit!” Xavier bellowed, pulling you into his side.

Through your glassy eyes, you looked up and saw the hyde, towering over you and Xavier.

“We have to go,” You decided, “right now.”

You turned to run, but tripped as the monster took hold of your left leg. You felt it’s teeth sink into your skin, and it’s claws scratch at your flesh.

Xavier grabbed your hands, and attempted to pull you towards him. It didn’t do you much good, because it’s teeth added more deep scratches to your blood-covered leg.

You screamed as Enid and Wednesday entered the room, helping Xavier pull you away from the hyde.

You pulled up your uniform skirt, revealing a knife strapped to your thigh. You pulled it out of the sleeve, and turned towards the monster as it charged towards you.

“Rot in hell!” You screamed, before jabbing the sharp object into its flesh.

It let out a bloodcurdling scream, and Xavier crouched in front of you, signalling for you to climb on his back.

You did so, and you all ran back to your school, praying that the hyde wasn’t following you.

~

Just hours later, you sat in the nurses office, laying on the cot.

“Y/N,” The Nurse called, “there are people here to see you. Are you up for visitors?”

You sighed, sitting up.

“Send them in.”

Xavier, Wednesday, and Enid all came into the room.

“Y/N!” Enid cried, “Are you alright? Your leg was absolutely mangled! I thought they would never be able to heal it!”

You laughed breathily, and said, “I’m okay. How are you three holding up?”

Wednesday sat on the end of your bed, and Xavier went to stand beside it.

“We weren’t the ones who were hurt. How’s your back?” Wednesday asked, folding her hands neatly in her lap.

“It’s much better than my leg, trust me.” You joked, frowning slightly when nobody laughed at your psychotic joke.

Enid suddenly began to grin, “Can we talk about when you stabbed that thing? That was so badass! I wish I had the nerve to do that!”

Wednesday nodded in agreement.

Xavier reached up to brush a few stray hairs out of your face, smiling softly.

“You’re so brave.” He commented, seemingly in a daze, “That was amazing.”

You blushed at the compliment.

Just a week ago you two had been strangers, and now you were closer than ever. Even if you’ve been speaking for just a few hours.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday show #mars writing 🧈