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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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Got any ideas for the demon bros with an MC who can carry them?

The Demon Bros with an MC who likes to carry them

Demon Bros x Gender Neutral Reader (separately)

Genre: Fluff

Content/Warnings: Mammon being a dumb tsundere, Asmo’s innuendos, Reader is a big strong sweetheart, very brief and small mentions of NSFW

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*Asmodues uses he/she pronouns

Lucifer

Oooohhh man

Luci is, to put it bluntly, quite startled the first time you pick him up

He’s used to thinking of humans as these fragile, puny little things

So this was…jarring

“W-What do you think you’re doing, human?!”

He’s used to being the one in charge, being the big domineering force

So to suddenly be made to feel so small and frail is so foreign

It puts butterflies in his stomach in a way he cannot explain and has never experienced before

“Put me down, foolish human! …Why? B-Because I cant have anyone see me like this!”

But he’ll think about it for days after

He won’t ask for you to do it again, but if you do he’ll fight you significantly less

He’ll grumble, but he won’t thrash in surprise

“I don’t understand why you insist on doing this…No, that does not mean put me down. If you like it then…continue.”

Once he gets more comfortable with the idea he’ll start “asking” you to pick him up

I put “asking” in quotes because he’ll really just hug you tight and whine and hope you get what he’s asking

If you don’t, he’ll get frustrated and simply demand it

It feels so nice to be held and carried, to finally be the one being supported

To be lifted off his aching feet and give his body a break

He needs more of that

His favorite time to be held is after a long day

Especially if you carry him to his bed

He’ll cuddle into your chest and cling to you until you put him down

Please stay and lay next to him

Please

Mammon

Nearly shits his pants he’s so scared

“WOAH WOAH WOAH HOLY SHIT! PUT ME DOWN DUMBASS!”

Kicks and flails like you’re holding him over the side of a cliff

Hold him a bit tighter and shush him and he’ll calm down

Only for a few moments though

Then the embarrassment sets in, and his face goes red hot at the close proximity

“Okay, okay! Y-You’ve had yer fun! Now put me down before somethin’ bad happens, ya idiot…”

Crosses his arms and huffs as you put him down

Like Lucifer, he won’t stop thinking about it for days

Won’t do anything in front of his brothers, he couldn’t take the teasing

But in private he’s much more open

He’ll plop himself in your lap and simply demand to be carried

And if you’re alone in the House of Lamentation he loves to be held while you do stuff around the house or just walk around

He’s always looking for an excuse to jump into your arms as well

“I think I saw a demon rat! What? N-No, I’m not scared, I just don’t wanna get bit! Those things are wicked good at hiding, so maybe you should hold me for a while, just in case!”

Likes to be held against your chest the most, but if you throw him over your shoulder (especially if you’re going up to the bedroom for…alone time) he’ll get so flustered his brain shuts down

Give his ass a playful slap too

You’ll have him wrapped around your finger

Leviathan

Nearly flatlines

Red faced immediately

Melts when he looks up to see you smiling down at him

A thousand anime scenes of this scenario are flashing through his head guarantee it

He tries to speak but it just comes out as whimpers and stutters

Physically cannot form words

So instead he gives up on speaking and just throws his arms around your neck

He can’t say a word or look you in the eyes, but he’s definitely not protesting

He might be trembling a bit, though

Don’t worry, it’s good nervousness

You make him nervous in the best way

“O-Oh my stars…I-I didn’t…this is…woah….”

Poor sweet baby is flabbergasted

Assure him he’s okay and that you won’t drop him, and then he’ll calm down a bit

“I’ve imagined being swooped up by a brave hero before, but…this is even better!”

His love language is definitely physical touch, so he enjoys not only being held and cuddles but carried as well

Especially if you talk down to him sweetly

Oh, he’ll look up at you with the most love drunk expression

He’s definitely the most forward about wanting to be held

He’ll sit on your lap or if he’s really desperate even jump up and wrap his legs around you

“Will you, um…p-please carry me? You don’t have to, I-I just…really want to right now…”

He WILL reach up and do the cute little grabby hands

And he WILL say “pwetty pwease” if he has to

He loves his strong human

Satan

One of the more nonchalant reactions

He’s a bit surprised at first, but doesn’t really mind it

“Oh, what are you— Human? Is this some kind of game? …No? Hm, alright then.”

Once he’s ascertained that you don’t need anything and simply wanted to pick him up, he’s done asking questions

As long as you let him read while you hold him bridal style, he’s all good

It’s quite nice, being rocked by your steps and small movements while he gets back into his book

He’ll blush a bit if one of his brothers sees, but he doesn’t care enough to make you put him down

If you have this skill, you may as well use it

And you like carrying him too, so it’s a win-win!

Every once in a while he’ll plant himself on your lap and ask to be carried, but he doesn’t particularly desire it, so he’ll simply wait for you to do it if you’d like

He’ll gladly oblige any time

Asmodeus

Squeals in delight the first time you pick him up

She’s simply giddy with excitement at this newfound ability!

“Oh, human! You’re so strong! You know I loooove being manhandled…”

His mind wanders to the gutter very quickly, so be ready for that

Jumps into your ames whenever he sees you

He’s the shortest/smallest one, so it’s not like it’s particularly jarring or anything

She’s always taking you to stores with her so you can lift her up and help her get stuff from the top shelves

“Oh dear, those shoes are so high up! Could you be a dear and lift me? Pretty please?”

Giggles like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever you lift her

He’s pretty much always clinging to you, even if he doesn’t have a good reason

He’s shameless

And he wants what he wants

And he is going to make it everyone else’s problem until he gets it

So be a good little human and hold her, okay?

Beelzebub

Definitely the most unbothered

Doesn’t even stop eating his snack

It’s a bit odd seeing as he’s used to being the biggest and strongest, but it’s definitely not bad

Doesn’t crave to be held, but also doesn’t dislike it

If you want to carry him, feel free to do whenever you’d like! No need to ask

He trusts you enough to hold him tight without so much as a word

Which is good since 60% of the time he can’t even say words with all that food in his mouth

“You wanna carry me? Uh…can I ask why? ‘Just because?’ Alright then, but I’m not putting down my sandwich, okay?”

He’s pretty good at picking up on emotions, so to him it’s plain as day that it makes you happy

And it makes him to happy to know you’re happy

So he gladly goes along with it

Because why shouldn’t he? It’s not hurting anything

Even if it was, he would readily accept the consequences if it meant seeing you smile

Belphegor

Oh this sleepy motherfucker is IN LOVE

Absolutely melts against you when you pick him up

Sighs happily and shit too

You’re so warm and he feels so secure in your arms, he could sleep here forever!

“Wow, this is so comfy…how much would I have to pay you to get carried around all day?”

You’ll gladly do it for free, don’t worry Belphie

He likes when you carry him while you walk, the steady movements of your steps lull him to sleep

90% of the time he’s asleep within the first two minutes of being held

He’s the best at asking to be held or carried to

“Hey, human, ‘m getting sleepy. Would you hold me until I fall asleep? I can’t get comfortable without you.”

Bonus points if you hum him a lullaby

He’ll fall asleep with a smile on his face

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violet-shadows · 2 years

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Speaking of forgiveness. (Part Three)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Masterlist

Summary: A spike of fear down the mating bond has Azriel racing back to the Night Court, terrified by what he’ll find. Meanwhile, the Inner Circle grapples with the fallout of a severe case of mistaken identity.

Word Count: 3.0k

Pairing: Azriel x Reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: canon typical violence, choking/strangulation, blood, mention of pregnancy

A/N: Thank you again to everyone who has supported this series. If you have submitted requests, please know that I am working through them. So far, they’ve all been great and gone on the docket. You guys are all so lovely! Thank you!

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Cassian had shed plenty of blood in his lifetime, but he took care not to inflict harm on the innocent and certainly not on his family. He shuddered at the memory of his hand closed around a small neck, protective instincts blinding him to the clues that things weren’t as they seemed. When Nesta opened the door and the light hit his opponent, no, his victim’s face he felt like he was in a nightmare. Cassian would have preferred a fight. He had planned on letting Azriel have his go at him, fully understanding the rage that was stirred when a mate was endangered. He deserved no less for making such a grave misjudgment.

“Cas,” Nesta’s voice stirred him from his thoughts. He had been pacing the grounds of the River House since he and Rhysand returned. Nesta has been relieved to find him unharmed, but the haunted look in his eyes was concerning. Rhysand had returned to the House of Wind soon after and she left her mate to think for some time before finally approaching him. Their bond was taught with mutual distress, and Nesta could practically feel the guilt pouring off of Cassian from across the house. “What happened?”

Cassian dropped into a chair, lowering his head into his hands as he let out a long exhale. “He hates me.”

Nesta’s heart broke as she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, dipping her head to try and catch his eyes. “Cassian, that’s not true.”

“You didn’t see his face, Nes. He didn’t even yell. He didn’t say anything.” Cassian drew a deep, shuttering breath before continuing. “He hates me and he has every right to. Y/N should hate me too. You all should.”

“She doesn’t hate you and neither does Azriel. It was a mistake. Y/N knows that and Azriel will understand once he’s given a chance to calm down. They know you would never do that on purpose,” Cassian’s shoulders shook when she pulled him in for a hug, his arms snaking around her middle to pull her close to him.

“I can’t believe that I did. The threat just felt so real in the moment. I know better than that.”

Nesta bit her lip, choosing her words carefully. “You’ve been on edge for a while now, Cas. You haven’t been sleeping. What’s going on?”

“I just… After everything, after what happened when Feyre was pregnant,” he paused to gather his thoughts. “I suppose I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Nesta opened her mouth to respond when the door to the house opened. Rhysand looked weary and his jaw was clenched tight.

“She’s awake. He hasn’t come out. I don’t think he plans to anytime soon,” Rhysand told them. “It’s probably best you two stay here for a bit.”

Cassian nodded, hurt flashing across his face. “He’ll come around, Cas.”

“I hope you’re right.”

⊱ —————— ❈ —————— ⊰

“Azriel, baby, we cannot stay in this room forever.” After Rhysand left the house, Azriel deemed it safe to move you upstairs to your shared bedroom, where the two of you had remained for the past two days. With an enchanted house attending to your every need and the company of your mate, it was surprisingly easy to remain in one room.

“Why not?” Azriel was next to you in bed, silhouetted by the midmorning sun pouring through your open window. “We spent three weeks locked away after our mating ceremony. I don’t recall you complaining then.”

“That’s because we were having amazing sex the whole time,” you teased, snuggling into his side. “It’s not as fun when you won’t fuck me.” Azriel groaned, throwing his head back in mock annoyance. You had attempted to initiate things the previous day, but your mate was set on making sure you did nothing but rest.

“If I do, can we stay here?” He asked after a moment of contemplation, a smirk on his handsome face. You stuck your tongue out.

“Tempting, but no. I need to get out of this room and you need to talk to your brothers.” At the mention of his family, Azriel’s face became serious. Rhysand had come each day, knocking on their door to check in, and each time Azriel had sent him away. He didn’t trust himself to face his brothers, not when the instinct to keep other males away from his vulnerable mate was so strong. When Azriel didn’t respond, you continued, “I need to talk to Cassian, too.”

With your head on his chest, you could hear his heart rate pick up slightly as he tightened his hold on you. “I don’t—Why do you need to talk to him?”

“Because I’m sure he feels awful, and I want him to know that I’m okay.” You replied sweetly, pretending not to notice your mate’s jaw clench. His grip on your waist remained tight.

“He should feel awful.” You sighed, readying yourself for yet another round of the same conversation. You had been trying to talk Azriel down on and off for days. Each time you began to get anywhere with the discussion, though, he shut it down, instead apologizing for beginning an argument and asking if you need anything. When he saw the look on your face he gave his predictable reply, “I’m sorry.”

“You need to talk to him, work this out. I know you know he didn’t mean to, so you have to figure out how to forgive him,” you said. “If you need more time, I get it, but you will have to talk to him eventually. And so will I.”

“I don’t like it, you being near him. The thought still drives me crazy.” The first day after the incident, Azriel had sworn up and down you would never be within a hundred meters of Cassian again, only to retract his statement when you reminded him that mate or no, you didn’t need his permission to talk to someone.

“So, you talk to him first. Then I will. But it needs to happen, and sooner rather than later,” you said. “We also need to let Cassian and Nesta back into their house soon.” The fact that your mate had all but banned the Cassian, and therefore Nesta, from their own home was another sticking point in the past few day’s discussions. Azriel was quiet, seeming to contemplate your words while staring up at the ceiling. Deciding some additional persuasion was needed, you moved even closer, resting your chin on his chest.

“Pleeeassseee, baby.” You widened your eyes and stuck your lower lip out in a slight pout. It was mostly a joke, but you knew it got Azriel every time regardless. “Please? For me?”

Azriel let out a heavy sigh before nodding, “For you. I’ll do it.”

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When Rhysand showed up later that day, he was surprised when, instead of shouting him to go away through a cracked door, Azriel swung it open and stepped into the hallway. A nervous energy radiated off of the Shadowsinger as he shut the door behind him, and the fact that his hands remained balled into fists was not missed by Rhysand. Azriel, as usual, got right to the point, “I’m going to talk to Cassian.”

“Please tell me this ‘talk’ isn’t the kind that ends in a funeral,” Rhysand, as usual, mixed levity and truth to soften the message.

“I promised Y/N I would talk to him, try to come to some sort of… resolution.”

“You mean try to forgive him?” Azriel nodded stiffly, some of the tension beginning to leave him. The anger he’d felt towards both his brothers had indeed eased over the past few days. “I am sorry, Az. I know it seemed like I was trying to… minimize things. I understand why you were angry, and I wouldn’t have blamed you if you lost it. What happened was horrible.”

“It was,” Azriel replied. Without the rage there to mask it, grief was plain on Azriel’s face. “When I felt it, I thought—,” he cleared his throat, “I thought she died.” He didn’t need to elaborate or go into detail. Rhysand knew the unimaginable pain of feeling one’s mate near death. His experiences with losing Feyre had been horrifying enough, even if she came back to him relatively quickly. To feel that from a distance and not know what was happening would have been mind-melting. Rhysand shuttered.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “I know how horrible it is.”

“The whole way back, I was plotting how I would kill whoever hurt her, slowly and painfully. I was ready to go to war,” he sighed again. “But then I got back and it was…”

“And it was Cassian,” Rhysand finished. “He wouldn’t have blamed you either, you know. If you had tried to kill him anyway. When he came to me afterward, he was so distraught that I thought something had happened to Nesta and the baby. I know you have every right to be angry but, when I say Cassian feels awful, I mean it.” Azriel nodded and tried to quiet the surge of conflicting emotions that warred within him.

“I know. I know he didn’t mean to. I’ll talk to him.” The conversation was cut short by the bedroom door opening behind them. Out stepped Y/N, looking rather cheery in contrast to her mate. She was fully dressed, and her hair unbound, partially concealing the green, blue, and yellow markings on her neck.

“Hi Rhys,” she greeted him before casting Azriel an expectant look, “I’m ready to go.”

“Now?” he asked, the question coming out like a whine and Rhysand smirked at the stern look his sister-in-law gave before gesturing for the pair to lead the way.

They arrived at the River House around dinner time, Rhys having reached out to Feyre to clear Nesta from the place before they arrived. There was no need to throw a pregnant female in the middle of whatever happened. When they arrived, Cassian was standing on the veranda, leaning against a pillar. Despite the fact that he was anticipating a fight, he was dressed in casual clothing, his leathers nowhere to be seen.

When they landed, Azriel didn’t set you down, instead keeping you held tightly to his chest while he sized up the male. Rhysand stepped to the side and when Azriel put you down, he did so behind the High Lord. ‘It will make him feel better,’ Rhys spoke mind to mind, ‘if he knows you’re safe right now’. You nodded and watched Azriel approach his other brother, cocking his head away from the house, a silent invitation to follow him. Rhys shepherded you inside while the pair made their way away from the house.

Cassian looked like a male being led to his execution as they walked the path towards a nearby grove of trees. His heart was racing, and he once again thought that this controlled approach was worse than Azriel simply attacking him. When they reached the edge of the trees Azriel stopped and paused for a moment before turning to face his brother.

“What happened, Cassian?” his voice was unnervingly steady, the voice of the Spymaster. “I’ve heard Rhysand’s version, I’ve heard hers. I want to hear it from you.”

“Ever since Nesta got pregnant, I’ve just been so… on edge. It’s like when Rhys first went Under the Mountain: can’t sleep, always ready for something to go wrong. That morning, I thought it was just Nesta and me at the house, and when I heard footsteps…” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he steeled himself to recall the moments leading up to his mistake. “All I could think about was that Nesta was in danger, and I acted on pure instinct. The hallway was dark, and I was so focused on keeping Nesta safe that I didn’t realize who it was until…,” his voice caught, “until it was too late. When Nesta opened the door it let light into the hall and then I saw what I had done and—Oh gods, Azriel. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”

“You really had no idea it was her?” Azriel asked quietly.

“I swear I didn’t. I should have, but I didn’t. I never would have reacted like that if I thought there was even a possibility it could be her in the hallway. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it, but I didn’t. I know it’s not enough, but I am truly sorry,” Cassian said. When Azriel didn’t respond he kept talking, verging on babbling apologies. “By the Mother, I can’t imagine how it felt for you, seeing your mate like that, feeling her fear. I’m horrified by what happened and I hate myself for it. And— and I understand if you hate me for it too.” Silence hung between them for a long moment before Azriel spoke.

“I don’t,” Azriel sighed. “I was angry. I am angry. But I don’t hate you.”

“I never meant to hurt her. I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it. I never meant to hurt you, either, Az.”

“I know. And as much as I want to kill somebody over what happened, you’re still my brother.” Cassian heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes shining when they met Azriel’s. He stepped forward, enveloping his brother in a bear hug.

“Thank you,” was all Cassian said. When Azriel pulled away, the tension in the air was largely gone.

“I still have to beat the shit out of you, though.”

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To say you were relieved to see Azriel and Cassian walking back together was an understatement. The pair were talking casually, as though they had gone on a simple walk, and you could feel Azriel more relaxed through the bond. Your smile faltered, however, when you realized both Fae were quite bloody, with Cassian sporting a nasty gash across his cheekbone. “I thought you said you were going to talk to him, Azriel.”

Azriel gave his best impression of innocence as he approached you, “We did talk. We worked everything out.” You scanned him for injuries and found him relatively unharmed, then turned to Cassian, worry written on your face.

“It had to happen, Y/N,” despite the blood dripping from his face, Cassian was grinning. “And I deserved that and worse.” His expression melded into a more serious one as he stepped forward, glancing at Azriel in a silent bid for permission. The Shadowsinger nodded but stayed close to your side, one arm sliding around your waist. His shadows were even less enthusiastic about the approaching male and swirled around you frantically, hissing at Azriel to get you to safety.

Up close, Cassian could clearly see the still healing bruises on your neck and winced, resisting the urge to rub his own neck in sympathy. He wore an earnest expression when he addressed you. “Y/N. What I did… it might be the worst thing I’ve ever done, and I am so sorry. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make things right again and I hope that, in time, I can earn your trust back.” The waver in his voice broke your heart, and before Azriel could respond you were stepping forward to wrap the General in a hug. Cassian froze.

“It’s alright, Cas. Everyone makes mistakes. I forgive you.” After a moment, he returned your hug, squeezing you tight as he whispered his thanks once more. When you pulled away, both Azriel and his shadows were upon you again, pulling you close to his side. You gave him a slightly admonishing glance and he had the decency to look sheepish. “Well, now that we’ve all realized that this was a misunderstanding, I think it’s time you and Nesta get your house back.”

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Azriel had tried to talk you into staying at the River House for the night, but you had insisted that the sooner things went back to normal, the better, and that meant staying at the House of Wind with Nesta. Rhysand and Feyre accompanied the four of you back on the pretense of helping Nesta with the nursery, but you knew it was really so Rhysand could play referee if needed. You tried to act normal, ignoring the way your mate stayed glued to your side and pretending not to notice the guilty glances Cassian kept giving your neck. By late in the evening, it became apparent that Azriel really did have a handle on his anger and the High Lord and Lady departed.

When the two of you were alone, once again safe in your shared bedroom, Azriel pulled you close, one hand dancing softly along your neck. The purple had entirely faded from the bruise and within a few days, it would be gone entirely. Still, the shadowsinger gazed upon the marks with a haunted look in his eyes, as though it were a mortal wound. He wore a solemn expression, his eyes distant. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”, you asked.

“Thinking about what would have happened if Nesta hadn’t woken up,” he spoke quietly, the admission laden with unspoken pain.

“But she did,” you replied, raising a hand to stroke his cheek.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t.”

“Well,” you replied after a long moment, leaning forward to touch your forehead to his. “Luckily for you, I’m not that easy to get rid of.” He smiled softly, placing a quick kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I am lucky.”

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mazyb0i · 2 months

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Someone on Reddit tried to say that Rick only truly loves Beth, and to prove them wrong, so here I am!

tldr:

Character analysis of Rick Sanchez from an autistic fans point of view, understanding his attachment styles.

He'll do anything for BP, if season 6 proves anything, it's that he'll die for BP. He literally admitted to loving him, which I have not heard him tell or say about anyone before in the show. When

he does say stuff like that it is significant. Bird person is the only character on the show he has been openly genuine with.

If season 7 proves anything, Pers is the only one that can sneak up behind him and grab him out of nowhere without getting some snarky comment, mean look, or a left hook. They both care about each other deeply, that is clear. Rick was extremely

upset by the wedding with Tammy. Rick told the bird person how much he respected him more than anyone, even when he contradicted himself by saying nothing matters, he wanted to be with Percy. He wanted to travel with him and spent every moment with him.

"Then why did you help me?"

"I respect you, and I wanted you to know that you could respect me too."

" But if nothing matters...?"

"You matter! You matter to me."

"Uhhh- Rick... the relationship we have-"

"I never used that word!" - Rick (denialism)

It's funny how after this he calls him a judgmental dork, and not something much harsher.

"Why the fuck are you risking your life for that asshole!?" - Memory rick

"Because, you love him."

"You do maybe, but I don't."

"Yeah, yeah, you're real cool. Now, come help me save his life or fuck off, because I don't need you.

(Very much so loves BP.)

"I'm sorry Rick, but we cannot choose the ones we love" - Pers

"You got that right! Why do you think I'm still fucking down here!?"

Birdperson mentions that he would be dead if it wasn't for Rick, this also accounts for multiple times now since he brought BP back to life recently. Rick has stuck his neck out for the man so many times contradicting his "nothing matters" front, because that's what it is, it is a horrible coping mechanism to ignore your problems and pretend they don't exist because 'nothing matters'.

Its a problem that I have and I'm working through in therapy myself, it's called Denialism. Because 'if you shut yourself out from the world and your problems, then nothing can hurt you, and they don't exist'. You convince yourself you're in control when you're not, you have the least control, and it fucks you up. Rick isn't truly and fully nihilistic, or else literally nothing would matter to him. He makes sure to keep his Morty alive, he constantly brags on about how he can just get a new family, but he has the same Morty that he's had since the beginning and sticks his neck out for him as well.

"No, Morty. Because you were too afraid to tell me. What we had was abusive, don't you see? I'm a bad partner, because I never made you a true partner."

"I was afraid if I jumped in a hole you would just stand there and watch me, you wouldn't even jump in after me!" -Morty

But then Rick in season 1 literally jumped in after Morty when he fell through the garage floor into the Schrodinger's cat void.

"Be good, Morty, be better than me."

And when Rick starts crying at his memories of Morty in season One, but he refrains from expressing it so that Morty does not become, as he puts it, "cocky" (denialism)

I would also like to point out I feel like in the later seasons he starts calling Morty 'buddy' more?? he's a lot nicer to him than he used to be, and just recently allowed Morty to hug him without pushing him away, actually hugging back. He's also stated that he respects summer very deeply, which if he says that about someone, it really means that he does. He sees his Diane in Summer, and he also implies that summer is like a cat, her affection and respect needs to be earned; unlike Morty's dog like affection that is just given away. But we also hear Rick say that Morty reminds him a lot of himself when he was younger, this implies a lot of parallels.

Memory Rick brought out a lot of Rick that we didn't see previously, a person who wasn't fully tainted by the lack of treating mental Health issues, coping issues, unhealthy attachments, and all the other things that led up to Rick being the way he is. he said his heart broken so many times, he's been backstabbed, he is very hurt person. This doesn't excuse all of his actions but is a very good explanation and reason for why he is the way he is and the way the human psyche copes with it's environment to protect itself. it's like walking up to a caged animal with a taser, these are his defense mechanisms, it makes him look like a dick on the outside but currently it is the only thing that he knows how to do on instinct for protection, and that's why he's in therapy. This is why I believe he's genuinely trying to get better, he can get along with his therapist more than ever, even if he has sly remarks he genuinely listens to Mrs. Wong.

"I don't like being told where to go or what to do. I consider it a violation."

"There's a lesson here, and I won't be the one to figure it out"

"I don't discuss problems, I incinerate them"

"It was charmingly analog. For a sec, you kind of made me like myself." - Mem Rick

"You'll grow out of it." - Rick

He resents his younger self for helping him and makes sure to mention that he "grew out" of his ability to like himself, Rick has some extreme self-hatred. it's hard to fully love someone or Express a healthy relationship when you can't even have a healthy relationship with yourself.

"You act like you're the one that got stabbed in the back!" -Morty

"Because I AM THE ONE, Morty. You wanna know why I replaced myself in the beginning of that stupid knights of the morning sun thing!? I SAID don't take the fucking sword! And you were like "Whatever", like I'm our neighbor Jean or David Arquette or something!! You called me boring! I've become dog shit to you! That's what happens when you let people in and they stop respecting you! They touch your shit, they screw things up, they KILL your fuckin family! Go ahead and trust them, you're gonna learn the same fuckin thing." -Rick

#character analysis #rick and morty #rick sanchez #birdrick #rick n morty #birdperson #morty c137 #rick c137 #summer smith #dr wong #therapy #mental health discussion #analysis #character development

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Giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair, I'm so glad you like my thots :3 Bael is the first character to get me this down bad and I need to do something with the brainrot, so you can 100% expect more in the future teehee

Also, this has been plaguing my thoughts for a while and. Are we going to talk about the very noticeable yandere and/or cannibal vibes Beel gives off? Like, it's not even just vibes at this point, tbh. There's that one sprite with his crazy smile, one of Bael's first chats says that Beel is "the type to fully immerse himself in whatever he likes" and then talks about having MC around so I'm pretty sure it also applies to his romantic interests, one of his homescreen lines goes something like "I keep thinking only about you whatever I do" and I'm pretty sure he was the roughest with Minhyeok during the first event (I expected it to be Levi, but he pretty much just scowled, meanwhile Beel grabbed him by the throat and honestly seemed like he was considering snapping Minhyeok's neck for getting his scent all over MC). I'd say there's a good chance he'll turn out to be at the very least pretty possessive and/or obsessive, if not downright yandere.

And the cannibalism is like. Literally just there. He ate the fifth seraph, and while technically cannibalism is eating your own species, I'd say angels and devils (and humans) are similar enough for it to count. Then there's the fact that during the current event he just casually fucking brought a bloody bag "big enough to store a demon" and asked to cook the contents (and people were only debating whether it was an angel or a demon corpse or maybe human hearts). I also can't remember the specific examples, but I recall that there were a few chats where I felt like he wants to eat MC's ass and not in a kinky way. Bro's the type to say "I could just gobble you up" and do.

Anyways, I'm starting to realise I cannot be trusted with a keyboard, I keep sending you these long-ass wall of text asks, I'm sorry 😭

— 💛

I understand you. I am also ace as fuck, but fictional men in need of a hug and a vacation are, like, the biggest fucking turn on. I feel that real deep emotion that makes my head dumb. lol

And, yes. I did notice. That's why I wrote Indulgences, actually. Bell is very cannibalistic and eats so many things that strike terror into the hearts of man. Ate an angel, ate some meat of unknown origin, implies often that he should totally be devouring MC. Like, eating and sexual metaphors have been interchanged for a long time, but with him... Sometimes it doesn't feel like a metaphor...

I know he has more lines about "eating" MC, but this is the one where I did a doubletake and actually wondered in what way he meant he'd eat them.

Interestingly enough, I get the cannibalism vibes, but I do not fully get the yandere vibes. In fact, I'd say he gives some of the least yandere vibes... in a sense. Bell is actually rather chill about MC seemingly spending time with others and has virtually no possessive tendencies when compared to devils like Leviathan or Bael. In fact, out of the interactions I've unlocked with him, he seems to almost never bring up lines that can be interpreted as keeping MC to himself.

That's why the moment with Minhyeok stood out so much. It was a moment where Bell actually showed a real possessive moment over MC. Although, it is unclear if he was being possessive or protective. I mean... this stranger walks through your electrified fence to get into your home and they smell like your squishy human? God damn right he's about to freak the fuck out until he has an explanation. Bell is actually very protective overall.

((I don't have screenshots since I didn't take them at the time AAAAAAA))

#❖ 💛 anon #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb #whb beelzebub

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roses-dreams-andthorns · 1 year

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꧁༒☬𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮.☬༒꧂

ΜØŇ€¥ ΜØŇ€¥, ΜØŇ€¥ ΜỮŞŦ β€ ₣ỮŇŇ¥. ƗŇ Δ ŘƗĆĦ ΜΔŇ'Ş ŴØŘŁĐ. ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᴬᶻᵘˡ ᴬˢʰᵉⁿᵍʳᵒᵗᵗᵒ ˣ ᴹᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱˢ ⁱᵐᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵐᵃˡᵉ, ᵐᵃˢᶜᵘˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ.

His heart palpitates in your presence. He never understood why. There is just something so different about you that just urges him to come closer, that just urges him to make you his own... To hear your voice, or laughter, or to see your smile, or even your anger. He is drawn closer and closer with every sight of you. He craves the love you are capable of giving to others, he needs it. If he doesn't have your love... how can he live? He simply cannot. He would do anything to win that heart of yours. Ah, you have a test coming up, and you didn't study? Fear not, he has a detailed, organized study guide ready for your viewing, and for the low price of a small dinner date with you. Are you sick? He will come over personally to try to take care of you. Low on money? Take his entire bank account. Your hand, the very one extended to him, the very one who offered to help him, the very one that held him up whenever he was about to fall into the dark abyss of despair... That is the hand he wishes to take. He refuses to take any other. To hold you close to him... To hold you like a small child cuddles their favorite plush... to lay on your chest with his arms around you... That is what he wants. It's what he needs in his life. Without you he is nothing. Without you his heart is like the endless abyss that is the deep dark sea. He feels worthless. He feels useless. He feels like an idiot. He wants you to himself, but at the same time, he wants to be yours. He wants you to be the one who tells him "I love you." Every morning, He wants you to be the one to hold him gently. He wants you to tell him all he wants to hear, He wants you to be his one and only, his valentine every February, his date to every school dance, he wants to be with you. Forever. Even after the sea is reduced to none but a puddle of the beauty it once was. Every moment he sees you, he feels like a small nail being pulled into a magnet, his body moves on its own as he approaches you, and his mind coming up with all these random, yet charming conversation starters that somehow still make sense, despite only being thought of on the spot. He could convince you to sign into a contract to make you his own, to chain your heart to his, but then it just wouldn't feel right to him... He wants a completely genuine love story with you, like the ones he's read in stories and fairy tales, because what is the point in doing such a thing? Surely you cannot purely love your dearest beloved, the love of your life, well enough if they do not feel the same feelings for you as you do for them. Relationships are not a product of business anyone can just so easily profit over unless they do it the right way, they are feelings in the mortal body that distribute noradrenaline, dopamine, and phenylethylamine that gives us the beautiful feeling of those butterflies in our stomachs when nearby the person we fancy, and the rapid beating of the heart. Love may be a complicated emotion, but not for him. He understands fully, his feelings for you, yet he is just to scared to just simply tell you, hence his plan to make you become the one to make the move, by hanging out around you so often, you'll have no choice but to notice him, and fall in love, and offer that hand of yours to him to hold again, just like you did when he was a broken down mess lying on the ground in despair. He would run across the world for you. He would fly for you, he would take you to all the places you would ever wish to see, as long as you'd love him. Tell him he is beautiful, hold his face gently, and hug him.

ᴾᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᶠⁱᶜˢ, ˢᵒ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ! ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ

#twisted wonderland #twst azul #disney twst #disney's twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland azul #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul x reader #yandere twst #yandere #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Joel x Reader | Say Yes To Heaven

type: sad drabble warnings: blood, curse words, death word count: 800 words summary: yeah….inspired by the ending of episode 6…only that it really ends there…I don’t know why I felt like hurting some feelings okay? I just was in an angtsy writing mood and it turned into heartbreak and devastation….

The sky is grey, covered in clouds. There is a greyish cast to the light. A sheet of rain that falls down on you, soaking everything. The grass turns wet, the soil dark.

Your feet are rooted to the ground, your heart hammering in your chest, in your throat.

You cannot stand the scene that is offered to you, but at the same time your find yourself unable to look away. It is like you need to absorb the scene in order to realise that this is really happening. It is like you have to allow pain to fully reach every part of your body, to understand that this is truly happening.

Billie’s shivering, trembling figure is the only source that catches your attention other than–

Your blood runs cold when you focus on the lifeless body on the ground. It feels like every ounce of happiness wooshes out of your body in that moment. He couldn’t be—he isn’t.

A sob parts your lips when on their own accord your feet carry you over the in pebbles covered path, to the meadow, to Ellie and—

"Joel." You don’t recognise your own voice. So full of pain, of anguish. Water is dripping from from your head when you bend over him, gathering his limb hand in both of yours. “Stay with me.” Your breathy plea is a whisper that nearly gets drowned out by the rain. But there is no energy, no power.

His blood has wetted the right side of his chest, covering in deep red. “Joel, stay with me. My love, please.” Your hand moves to his jaw, cradling his face when you lean in and kiss his cheek, your tears falling onto his skin. Joel stirs slightly, groans weakly, but that is it. His eyes flutter shut and with your other hand your squeeze his. He does not squeeze back.

Your body is drained of the last ounce of hope, of happiness, of life when his chest does its last heave, when he takes his last breath, when his heart skips its last beat and when his eyes close forever.

A loud, sobby cry rips itself free. You clutch his hand, tears streaming down your cheeks when you try everything in your power to hold onto him, onto his life.

But at the very back of your head you know that it is too late. That he is gone. That you have lost the love of your life, your husband, your partner.

You cannot let go. Not yet—never.

You suffer from a sudden loss of breath when hands are placed on your shoulder, wanting to help you get up. Dizziness and nausea make the world around you spin, your stomach cramping. You hold onto his hand, that hand that slowly turns colder and colder.

You don't want to lash out, especially not at Ellie who has become something like a daughter to you. But when you wants to help you up you see red. No one can take you away from Joel. You would stay with him forever.

“You have to let go.” Ellie’s voice is a soft whisper, gentle and full of empathy. You feel her presence beside you, but your blurry vision is trained on your husband…

“NO!”

Arms wrap around you and you are pulled towards the girls chest. “You need to let go. We will burry him. You will get ill if you stay out here.” You feel the press of her chin on top of your head and finally let his hand slip out of yours so you can embrace the young girl. She survived. That matters. That matters as well. A lot. She has become your family and you would forever protect her. For Joel, knowing he has loved her so very much.

“Ellie,” you whisper when you hug her just as tightly as she is hugging you. “Oh, Ellie.”

“We will be fine.” There is hope in her tone, but it is eroded the moment a loud sob splits her lips and she slumps against you. The rain is pouring down on you when you sit in the grass, holding each other, weeping.

Only after a long time you find enough strength in yourself to pull yourself up, bring Ellie along with you and to say goodbye to your husband, the love of your life, for one last time.

Your heart is broken, shattered into a million pieces and the will never be hope for repair.

The only thought that brings you comfort is that he is finally reunited with Sarah, with his daughter. He has her again now.

And you still have Ellie – your family. Your anchor in this hard time. And you are her anchor in the raging sea of devastation and grief.

I needed a little break from writing acotar x reader stories so this was good. now I can focus on all my requests again❤️

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just needed to write about other characters for a moment as I found myself somehow stuck with mostly writing for Azriel. But it is better now.

#joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us

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louis posting an instagram video where he mentions the paris rainbow lights fan project and shows pride flags and talks about his connection with fans etc feels like a way to appease us and is very insidious and i'm seeing him in a very different light tbh, i simply cannot forgive him for shitting all over us then trying to appease by showing pride flags and talking nice about a rainbow project it feels very disingenuous, back in 1d days these counter moves of love towards the lgbtq+ community after a denial or a shut down or whatever would feel authentic and brave but i'm seeing it from a very different perspective these days and i don't know how to feel, i'm just very much done with louis i think and as a queer fan i feel heartbroken because he used to be my home and now he's completely unrecognisable to me, oh well, things change and i hope he's happy with his 14 fans by the end of it bc he's giving us the shovel in which we bury his career, lots of people have said the chicken thing was their final straw and are leaving in droves (i'm one of them) so i wish him luck and hope all this shit was worth it for him, i have no empathy left for him and it's time to call it a day and just speak to my fandom friends and not support him directly via money social media mentions etc

(((anon))) (if you're into hugs, sounds like you needed one)

Thanks for bringing up that Instagram reel - I actually hadn't seen it in full yet, just some snippets on Tumblr here.

I don't know how much of your negative feeling towards that reel stem from the fact that you thought it was posted after Parmageddon to appease LGBTQ fans. If it makes a difference: seems that actually, the reel was posted before the Twitter chat.

I feel some thought went into it, and there’s definitely a shitload of rainbows in there, at quite interesting moments of the narrative.

I'm inclined to believe it's genuinely trying to say something, trying to express gratitude for the rainbow projects -without saying so explicitly - ok - I'll grant that - but it doesn't seem disingenuous to me.

The tweet, on the other hand, comes across as such a ridiculously far fetched comment. Why would he even bring that up?

Like I said, I cannot make much sense of one thing next to the other. I'm not even trying to anymore, to be honest.

And I do understand that this is different for you - for many people maybe. For very specific and very personal reasons that I can't really ever put the finger on, I have a strong undercurrent of (blind?) faith in Louis and the tweet didn't shake that enough for me to leave the fandom. And I fully understand that not everyone feels that way. That you can’t feel that way if you don’t have the same very personal reasons that I have.

Clearly the balance is different for you, for others, and particularly for a lot of LGBTQ+ people. The conflicting messages are confusing, they are painful, and they do lead people to believe they are safe when maybe in the end they are not. It's not a great situation. And it's totally valid, and acceptable, and healthy, perhaps, for someone to decide to leave that situation.

Sorry to see you go but I hope leaving brings relief and makes you happier.

#anons #disappointed by louis #louis doubters

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I’m throwing canon Noragami off a cliff. Maybe canon divergent. Definitely just satisfying my selfishness lol but here I make my offering 🙃

Day 29 @flufftober - “Hey, wake up” Yatori/family-ish Drabble

From the darkness, Yato hears the sound of faint voices calling, calling, for what he cannot make out. Where is this? Where am I, he wonders. Even his extra sensory perceptions as a God do little against this black void he’s floating in. Oh… That’s right, once his father was killed and because Hiyori is now a shinki, his last tether to humankind has been lost. Does that mean this void is a God’s death? Just an unending space of nothingness, because that’s now what his is— nothing, no rebirth, no second chances. What are those voices saying? So frustrating. He feels like they’re calling to him… Senses familiar energy… Open your eyes… Is that what he’s hearing? Wake up… Come back… Back to where? He can’t exist anywhere anymore now that there’s no human who believes. Open your eyes!… The voices, they’re getting louder. Wake up… How? Come back! Yato feels something pulling on him now, like a cord tied to something on the other end. Hey! Wake up! The voice now screams to him. Open your damn eyes! Okay, okay!

Slowly, Yato cracks his eyes open a sliver expecting nothing but more darkness, yet— light suddenly floods through the tiny crack stunning him for a moment like someone shining a flashlight in your face. What the hell? The more he opens his lids, the brighter the light till they’re completely open. He double blinks, and puts his hand over his face trying to block out— the sun?? His vision is still focusing, but he’s pretty damn sure it’s just the sun.

Well, there’s no time to think about it as two bodies pile onto him. Huh?

“Yato!” Hiyori and Yukine scream in tandem. “Yato, it’s over! It’s over!”

Wait! Hiyori?? But, but… Yato sits up, forcing the two to get off him. Yato blinks in absolute disbelief. “Hi-Hiyori?” His voice trembles. This is impossible. Shinki shouldn’t remember their past lives without it causing them pain, yet Hiyori sounds completely normal.

“It’s me,” Hiyori smiles.

The dam of tears break free as Yato pulls Yukine and Hiyori into a bear hug. To feel them, touch them— for them to be here as if nothing had happened. His true family. This is the happiest day of his life and with such a second chance he does something he's wanted to do for a long, long time. When they release from the hug, Yato cups Hiyori's cheeks, pulling in and placing a pressured kiss to her lips. Hiyori squeaks at the sudden intrusion and a bloom of pink flushes his skin.

"Seriously!" Yukine slaps Yato's shoulder once he breaks away from the kiss. "Not the place for this!"

"Sorry," Yato scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Couldn’t help it. But tell me," he grabs Hiyori's hands. "How can you remember who you are or me or any of us?" He also turns to Yukine as well as he speaks. "Why am I still here if my lifelines are gone?"

"I don't fully understand it myself, and I didn't know anything at the beginning. During the battle with father I was just a vessel." Hiyori explains.

"After father was killed, and you were knocked out, Ōkuninushi showed up with your tied plaques," Yukine continues.

"I had no idea who he was, and that’s when he said just one word to me," Hiyori carries on, "'remember,' and suddenly everything came flooding back. It took some time to get my bearings back, but thankfully, Yukine was there to help me through. Once I remembered everything, that's when he explained how my love and promise to never forget you was strong enough for him to use to intercede."

"Oh, I remember you doing it once before," Yukine points out to Hiyori, "you broke the spell that one time too." He then addresses Yato again. "As for the lifelines, well there are enough that remember you."

Yato’s brow raises in disbelief. "Like who?"

"My brother," Hiyori smiles.

"And my sister, thanks to Hiyori," Yukine adds. "And maybe some of the customers you've helped. Point being, you're still here."

This is all so much to process quickly, but now that he knows what’s happened, all of the emotional toil he held in during the battle is released like a tidal wave sweeping over the land. Yato pulls them back into a hug as the waterworks start anew and his babbling apologies to the two shinki flow free. Throughout his life, he hasn’t always been one to see the mistakes he makes— a trait common among the gods who do not truly understand things like emotions or atonement. They ask for atonement from followers, yet do not believe it applies to them. If there’s one thing father proved, is that this unattached, unfeeling sense of omnipotence is a problem amongst Heaven that needs to change. Only gods like Bishamon or Kofuku who have created close bonds with either their shinki or the humans around them, learned what it means to care, to hurt, and to love— they are the gods worthy of their station. And now, Yato has entered this point thanks to Hiyori and Yukine, and others like Kofuku. His battle with father is the proof, because all Yato wanted to do was protect those he loved even if it meant his death.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” Yato stammers through the tears. “It’s my fault all these horrible things have happened to you. If I’d just listened to you Yukine, father wouldn’t have been able to manipulate you, and Hiyori…” his voice chokes, “y-you would still be alive. I was so stupid to try and do things on my own when having my family with me made me stronger.”

“You’re damn right, you should’ve listened to me!” Yukine punches Yato’s arm with medium strength. “But, I know you were just trying to protect me. I hope you’ve learned to trust us now.”

“And Yato,” Hiyori speaks up, “please don’t blame yourself. It was my selfish wish you were trying to honor. I chose to get involved knowing it would be dangerous even with several of you all trying to warn me.”

“But Hiyori, you never got to live a full life,” Yato blubbers. “It’s not fair!”

“It’s not,” she smiles, “yet I still wouldn’t change a thing.” Hiyori grabs Yato and Yukine’s arms and pull them close to her on each side. “I love you both too much to have walked away. So, I forgive you,” she kisses Yato on the cheek. “And I’m happy to have you back,” she kisses Yukine on the cheek.

“And I forgive you too, Yato,” Yukine adds. “So stop the blubbering cause now we need to figure out where to go from here.”

“Oh!” Hiyori sits up straight in her excitement. “There’s one more good news. Heaven has recognized your efforts and contribution to this fight and finally consider you to be a true god worthy of respect. Therefore, you’ve been bestowed a new title. The god of calamity is due to your father’s wish, but it’s no longer the wish fueling your existence. So, they feel you’ll be a god who protects children. Ebisu has even offered to build a temple for you in the city.”

Yato and Yukine’s jaws drop, both uttering a, “Wow…”

“I’m stunned,” Yato’s mind is short-circuting. “Am I really worthy of such a title?”

“Why not,” Yukine teases. “You act like a child, so you’ll understand them better.” Even Hiyori has to laugh at the stab of truth.

“I see your mouth is back to normal,” Yato retorts, then laughs, “but you’re so right!” He pulls both of them to him, one on each side, and resting his arms over their shoulders. “Well family, should we grab some food? Cause I’m starving!”

Hiyori chuckles. “Now, there’s our Yato…”

#flufftober 2023 #yatori #noragami #canon diverged and created another multiverse #yato #hiyori iki #yukine #yatori fan fic #yatori family fan fic #unedited

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projectbluearcadia · 7 months

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This Is Fine.

Lizzy: Anne, gonna ask you a real question here, but what the fuck is this?

Lizzy points to the practice exercise the professor handed to the class.

Annelie: Alchemy.

Lizzy: What?

Annelie: Once you get past the fact that we’re changing the chemical composition of material with magic, it’s not hard. a plus b equals c with b as catalyst. It’s like chemistry, but you can cheat a lot more.

Lizzy: ...why are there so many equations on your paper?

Annelie: Oh, that’s just the basic formatting for the alchemic transfiguration magic. Like you can’t transfigure a piece of lead into gold without formulating the matrix T used to transform each magic circle at steps alpha, beta, lambda, rho...

Lizzy: What?

Annelie: Wait, what’s the highest math you’ve taken?

Lizzy: Um... Triangles?

Annelie pauses.

Annelie: Do you want me to talk to Diavolo? This class is pretty heavy on advanced math.

Lizzy: Yes pl—

Annelie’s D.D.D. vibrates, and she glances at it before she picks up.

Annelie: Why are you calling me?

Lucifer: I wanted to hear your voice.

Annelie: Are you feeling lonely?

Lucifer: Yes, I want to see you.

Annelie: Awww.

Lucifer: Come see me.

Annelie: I’m in class.

Lucifer: Come see me.

Annelie rolls her eyes.

Annelie: Be patient.

Lucifer: Come and see me right now before I come and get you myself.

Annelie: Oh, please do...

Lucifer appears in the doorway to the classroom.

Annelie: Seriously?

Lucifer gestures at her, and she sighs as she hangs up and leaves the room.

Lizzy: Did someone say down-bad?

Annelie: Yes, honey?

Lucifer drags her away from the classroom and hungrily kisses her the moment they’re out of view.

Lucifer: I missed you.

Annelie: I can tell.

Annelie gives him a peck back, and he hugs her tightly.

Annelie: Did something happen?

Lucifer: ...why is that your question? I just wanted to see you.

Annelie: It’s not unwelcome, it’s just that you don’t normally make me skip class.

Lucifer: ...

Annelie: Lucifer?

Lucifer: Maybe I was thinking too much...

Annelie: Well, we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Annelie fluffs his hair, and Lucifer rolls his eyes.

Lucifer: I just felt... nevermind.

Lucifer steps back.

Annelie: Have I satisfied your craving for cuddles?

Lucifer: ...not even remotely.

Lucifer kisses her forehead.

Lucifer: So I fully expect you to come to me at lunch for quality time. No excuses.

Annelie: You know I don’t have any.

Annelie kisses his cheek.

Annelie: I’m going back to alchemy, okay?

Lucifer: Of course.

Lucifer hugs Annelie tightly until she wheezes.

Lucifer: You’re not sleeping tonight either.

Annelie: Dammit, Lucifer, don’t whisper like that! You know what that does to me!

Lucifer snickers as he pulls away.

Lucifer: Yes, yes I do. Then until lunch.

Annelie shakes her head as she waves to him, and he walks away. Her D.D.D. buzzes, and she rolls her eyes as she takes a look, only to stare at the screen in surprise.

Barbatos: Annelie, we need to talk. Come to the castle as soon as possible. Do not bring Lucifer.

Monologue

I think, at that moment, I already knew. No, maybe even before that moment. I am an insufferable person in that I cannot stand to be disliked, and I will do anything if it means that I can hold someone closer to me. Maybe it was because of that I chose this life, that I became the Queen of Succubi.

I think I understand now. Why Barbatos tried to kill me, that is.

#illegal cliffhanger #I swear I'm not dead #ominous #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me angst #lucifer brainrot #LuciAnne #writing

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crabknee · 1 month

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Thoughts on the losers

Chrom: okayish, unfortunately voiced by M*tt

Robin, whom I have named Hildegard: she's silly, I made her very pretty :]

Lissa: benched in favor of Maribelle sorry

Frederick: LOVE HE very serious. Decided on a whim he should be with Maribelle and not Sully cause I like his supports with Mari

Sully: AMAZING LOVELY SO COOL I am normal about her C support with Miriel (gonna write a fic about it later when I get the B and A support)

Virion: FRENCH JUMPSCARE no like I didn't think he'd actually have a French accent in the voice acting. He's so cool I love him

Vaike: WHORE I wanna know why he acts like that, I wanna study him under a microscope

Mirial: MY SPECIAL LADY HOW I LOVE YOU SO she's a mage and also her C support with Sully is very good

Sumia: no strong opinions, ended up benching her in favor of Cordelia. I don't really need her anymore cause she's already served her purpose of being Chrom's wife

Maribelle: THE!!!!! THE HER!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER SO VERY MUCH. SHE'S SO PERFECT!!!!!! AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE RUDE AND BOSSY BUT THEN HER C SUPPORT WITH FREDERICK!!! GIRL IS NOT LAZY, SHE'S WILLING TO PUT IN THE WORK!!!!!!

Panne: lovely lady, adore her. I like her introduction with Emmeryn :]

Gaius: I don't use him a lot but he's poggers. I like his intro with him just wanting candy, what a mood

Cordelia: neat :] I love her intro with Phila and how horrible she feels about the other ladies dying. Just. Ough. I hope she gets a big hug or smth

Gregor: the ideal man honestly, 10/10

Nowi: I don't hate her as much as I thought I would. Aside from her design, she's great

Libra: boy man totally. Lovely design, lovely intro, very excited about his VA because I really love her as H'aanit

Tharja: did not expect to like her at all but she's good. I like her intro

Flavia: SO AWESOME I LOVE HER

Basilio: Patrick Seitz moment fr!!!

Emmeryn: blood guts horror forever. Crying 1 billion tears. Don't speak her name! amirite

Chrom: Yeah I've never been a big fan of him tbh

Hildegard: OMGGG VERY PRETTY INAUSGFIUANSDGF great design for your robin

Lissa: Yeah I mean that's fair, I have a habit it using the first healer I get as the healer for the rest of the game so I use Lissa a lot, also because I love Owain too much to not use. Don't really have anything to say about her personality

Frederik: I mean, how can you not love him, he is great, you should see his supports with chrom, I find them funny

Sully: Yeah she slaps, definitly my favorite of the two cavs

Virion: Virion is pretty fun I cannot lie, and I will say, I was fully expecting him to be french

Vaike: YESSS YOU UNDERSTAND HE'S JUST MY DUMB FUCKING LOSER JOCK

Miriel: me when big words, she is very cool I also like her, important question here, who will marry her?

Sumia: Yeah I have no strong opinion either

Maribelle: I'm very happy for you that you love maribelle this much, it's great to see

Panne: Yeah she's pretty cool, I like her supports with Virion and her kid can become pretty strong

Gaius: There really isn't that much more to him than candy puns in my experience, but he can become pretty good

Cordelia: Yes very true, her intro is definitly one of the best

Gregor: MY MAN GREGOR HOW I LOVE YOU SO YOU ARE MY HUSBAND AND I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER fun fact I married him in my most recent playthrough

Nowi: yeah that's fair, I still hate her tho I am not a fan of her personality and everything, shame that her kid is so cool tho

Libra: the man ever what can i say

Tharja: yeah honestly, behind the sexualisation of her outfit and in everything happening outside of the game, I honestly quite like her, her personality is actually pretty fun and I like her supports

Flavia: YESSSS VERY AWESOME HELLO FLAVIA

Basilio: me when seitz

Emmeryn: sorry I suppose I just spoke her name

#poor kellam #forgotten once more #also stahl but whatever #asks #pie #pie plays fe13

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 month

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Gulps…, hellohi.. confession I’ve been daydreaming about angst recently and that cult leader Geto drabble u wrote only made me think about it even more… <///333 ignore that I’m a little bit obsessed with the mentally ill/traumatised reader + stsg trope but… can u really blame me ☹️ they would be so good and I think they would be the best comfort u could possible have :((

Ok but. more specifically reader with a rough childhood (a lil like sugu.. he def has some sort of daddy/mommy issues i will die on that hill) or some sort of abandonment/trust issues that has a habit of self sabotaging or intentionally distancing themselves. More specifically maybe grown up stsg where they’re a little more mature and have more of a grasp on how to help you better.. maybe reader has a nightmare or something, goes out for a smoke on the balcony etc etc.. sugu meets them out there n. They just have a good old fashioned talk like :( just being honest and vulnerable because it’s late and u just need a hug most of all :(( def ends with him carrying reader back to bed n playing with ur hair until you fall back asleep GODDDD KILL ME NOW ☹️☹️ moments of tenderness/vulnerability are my absolutely favourite thing in writing/shows/etc ESPECIALLY when it’s from characters that usually don’t display those sort of feelings because you just know it means there’s such a strong bond between them…. Can u hear my heart breaking

^^ either this one or reader with trust issues that’s a little cat-like personality wise (which I think fits so beautifully because stsg are the most wolf coded boys ever) who’s fully convinced they’re better off on their own, they don’t need friends or people to rely on. Until they meet stsg!!!!! Because suddenly there are two irritatingly charming losers following you around and worming their way into your heart and you just. Physically cannot bring yourself to deny them, even if it’s a little scary allowing people in. And god i think it would make them feel SO special once you started warming up to them. Allowing satoru to greet you with hugs or pinch ur cheeks… letting sugu baby you a little…… (distant screaming)

THIS HAS BEEN ANOTHER YAP SESSION BY ME ^_^ it’s literally so late at night rn I don’t know why these ideas always come to me just as I’m about to sleep ffs ☹️ N E WAYYYSSSS im looking forward to that satoru fic/drabble thing u were talking about :3 a mix of scared and excited ngl I feel like I gotta prepare myself incase it’s angsty….. but WHAT HAVE U BEEN UP TO?? It’s literally just been grey n windy where I am so I hope ur getting better weather where u are 😞😞 I HOPE U HAVE BEEN HAVING FUN N TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF!!

(Also irrelevant but I was just about to add a silly image to finish and I stumbled across this image of satoru and I’m laughing my ass of why is he so lanky?????? I could NOT be his friend I would just make fun of him for being built like a fucking STICKBUG 😭😭😭 LOOK AT THE RESEMBLANCE)

(Yes I made the second image myself what do you think of my artistic talent ^_^ ignore the flag)

HELLO HI MY DEAREST OLLIE i am gulping right with you ……… this made me so insane 😔😔

i’ve said it before n i’ll say it again . ariollie STAYS synced up i’m convinced we share a brain……. your scenarios always make me feel so ill (affectionate) and this scenario just means sm to me :((( they really would be the best!!! a reader like that would be treated so tenderly and with sm understanding…. especially since suguru and satoru had rough upbringings too!! (not canon for sugu maybe but i agree w you 100% ollie i literally can’t see his childhood being anything but messed up…. he def has both mommy and daddy issues i know my own kind 🙏🙏)

aaaaa just!!! yeah. reader isolating themselves when they feel down and overwhelmed and being taken care of so effortlessly… stsg just wouldn’t let you face your struggles alone. you’re a team!!! and yeah grown up stsg would for sure be the best at this. i think that as teens they won’t know exactly how to help/might be a little overwhelming….. but as adults they’re more mature and grounded and have a better understanding of your struggles and their own!!! goshhhhh the balcony scene 😔😔😔 ollie do you want my heart to shatter (also what if i told you that exact scenario has popped up in my head multiple times we’re so linked) suguru would just be so vulnerable and patient and caring :(((( our papa bear…. carries you to bed and lulls you to sleep. for sure makes you a warm cup of tea too… sighhh i need him i fear 💔💔

AND AND ANDDDD a catlike reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫 one of my personal favs. independent and a little distant….. used to being on their own……. very picky with who they allow close. it’s just PERFECT for stsg (WOLFCODED BOYS SO TRUEEE)… ollie the way you describe it all makes me feel ILLLL they really would feel so honoured 😭😭😭 cue satoru melting into a puddle when you finally wrap your arms around him….. suguru literally grinning like an idiot (he’s trying DESPERATELY not to but it’s impossible) when you shyly ask him for affection. yeahhhh their hearts would explode i think

ANOTHER BANGER YAP SESSION FROM OLLIEEE i look forward to them sm yknow!!! i can always trust you to have the tastiest stsg scenarios ready to go 🙏🙏🙏 i’m a lil late to this BUT i hope you had a cozy sleep my friend <3 AND WAHH i’m so glad you’re excited for bfb!satoru!!!! i’m gonna try to get it out by next weekend…… i promise not to make it angsty hehe it’s just a lil bittersweet!!! a tiny bit!!!! (depends on how you feel abt the unrequited love trope though 😭😭) IT’S GRAY N WINDY HERE TOO i’m hoping for more sunlight soon………. and i’m doing well hehe i’ve been playing a bunch of pj sekai + watching my favorite streamer play zero escape >:33 WHAT ABT UUU OLLIE what have you been up to?? good things i hope!!! pls remember to rest up and take care of yourself as well <333 it’s what stsg would’ve wanted!!!

(also PHDKDVDJDJYFU NOT THE SATORU SLANDER?????? 😭😭😭 LEAVE MY STICKBUG ALONE???????? i snorted so loud thank you for the free art it’s beautiful <333 i’m gna print it and hang it on my wall.)

#THE RAINBOW FLAG so true………#THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY OLLIE I LOVE YOUUU here is some coffee n a treat for you 🍩☕️ <333 #stsg and their little kitty cat reader….. they would be so smitten 😔😔😔#no but i think stsg would jsut be the bestest partners Ever for a reader w childhood trauma #all three of you have had rough childhoods in different ways and i just think that makes taking care of each other sm easier!!#it’s easy to think that suguru would be the mature one but i think ppl often forget just how mature satoru is as an adult too #he might not be as good as suguru when it comes to talking about emotions but he’s just. so secure. so strong and dependable #if satoru found you wallowing in your sadness on the balcony i think he would sit with you and distract you. or just hold you tight #it’s just reassuring to have him there yk???#sighhhhh…. they’re both so good 😔#ask tag ✩#ollie !! ✩

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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Okay I wish to introduce some soft shibari if you don’t mind because a sub relaxing while being prettily tied up next to you is the softest thing I can imagine right now.

I am thinking of Charles and Pierre for this. After a nice and satisfying scene where everything went smoothly and both of them satisfied regarding their different needs, you clean them up and you guys move to couch to watch a silly animation or an old sitcom to chase some sleep.

However, Pierre’s energy is somehow not drained by the scene you three just had. He is moving all the time, jittery, unable to understand why he is feeling uncomfortable, agitated and therefore overwhelmed. You observe that his state is affecting Charles badly as well and you are close to losing control of your two subs. Therefore, you decide to tie Pierre up to stabilise him and calm his nerves. You know that he is going to relax against ropes once he understands he cannot fight. To him, being tied up is like a very firm hug that grounds him.

You take your time tying his arm to his torso and his legs together while Charles watches you curiously but silently. You slap his hands playfully when he tries to touch the ropes on Pierre’s body and he retreats giggling. You make sure that blood circulation is not cut and Pierre can stay like that comfortably for a couple hours.

After you are done, you place your boys, one on each side on the couch and start the movie. As you expect, Pierre fights a little against restraints first but when he understands it is hopeless, he finally relaxes. After that point, his mind is blissfully silent.

You watch a silly comedy and your boys finally get all giddy and bubbly. Charles is cuddling against you. Pierre cannot cuddle you due to restrainst so you cuddle him firmly for him to not feel abandoned or ignored.

After the movie is over, you slowly untie him for bed and make Charles tidy the ropes up for the next time. He asks if he can be tied up like that too if he is a good boy for the whole week. He already knows the answer.

Not needing to be herded to bathroom to brush his teeth this time, you can swear that Pierre was looking at the faint rope marks on his body in the mirror and giggling to himself in the bathroom before sleep.

Again, just a thought.

~🐍

Ok listen I fucking ADORE this oh my god. This ask has been in my askbox for a while and I’ve just been... staring at it. Thinking about it. Letting it consume every moment of my live I am OBSESSED.

Firstly, shibari of any and all forms is absolutely incredible I love it so much. And shibari as a comfort and security thing?? Even better.

I could definitely see a situation where Charles is all calm and satiated and Pierre has a lot of nervous energy. I think in general, Pierre requires a lot more to calm down?

And sometimes it’s a very hard thing to balance, because Pierre needs more but too much can overwhelm Charles so you can easily have situations whether either charles is bordering on subdrop because he’s too overwhelmed or Pierre is jittery and anxious because he hasn’t been worked hard enough.

For Pierre, Shibari is such a good way to go here.

Charles is so intrigued about the whole process. He just sits on the couch and watches as you tie Pierre on the floor. I think Charles probably really wants to be involved in some way? But he’s scared he might mess something up.

Maybe you call him and have him hold Pierre’s hand? And he takes that job VERY seriously.

Pierre begins to relax the moment he feels the rope against his skin, because he knows that soon he’ll get that feeling of restraint he needs to calm down fully.

I think the cuddles afterwards would start with Charles cuddled up against your side while you have an arm around Pierre, but it would soon shift to Pierre in the centre because Charles wants him to receive more cuddles because Pierre can’t cling to you.

Charles after scenes is always very sensitive of course, but especially when Pierre is there? And even more so when you’ve had to do something to help Pierre.

And that sensitivity manifests itself in needing to make sure Pierre is receiving the same aftercare. Like.... Charles needs to be held! So surely Pierre needs to be held too? But Pierre cling to you and nuzzle under your chin like he can. So Charles must help!!

Charles lays with his head on Pierre’s lap, hugging Pierre’s torso and you hold Pierre against your chest.

And wow Pierre is so happy. Both from the ropes and the way the weight of you and Charles grounds him.

And yes, yes of course charles can get the same treatment if he wants it.

#sub!charles #sub!pierre #cl #pg #poly!dom/sub/sub #poly!charles/pierre #nsfw.#gn!reader #🐍

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sinistershepherd · 2 years

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The Bitter Feeling Called Loneliness

A Post-Apocalyptic AU

“Sun, it’s hard to type with you leaning on me like that.” Moon mutters, glancing at his brother with an air of annoyance about him. Sun doesn’t move for a moment, then reluctantly pulls back to stand stiffly behind Moon’s chair. His fingers fidget with each other in an attempt to distract himself.

“Sorry.” The normally chipper animatronic murmurs, moving back to sit in another chair positioned across the room, against the wall. Moon shifts his shoulder, and Sun flinches as he hears violent creaks and strained gears grinding against each other. The worrying reality of his brother’s physical state sits heavily on his conscience.

“Are you sure you feel okay? I mean, you’ve only been back a week, and you haven’t exactly gotten any better….” Sun trails off into concerned silence, knowing that his fussing must irritate Moon. Instead, his brother seems to relax a slight bit, venting out a breath that seems filled with a type of stress that Sun does not fully understand.

The cure isn’t something one person should be synthesizing alone. Even though Moon isn’t exactly a person, Sun knows that the others have been pressuring him to work despite the severity of his injuries. It makes Sun upset, to see them bare down on his brother with such ease, as if they don’t care about how they’re affecting him.

“I’m fine, Sun. Just…tired.” Moon admits after a long pause, and Sun raises his head up, rays clicking and spinning with a quiet scraping noise that the bot has long since become accustomed to.

“Then take a break. I’ll explain to the others that you need a bit to recuperate.” Sun urges, but his brother doesn’t seem enthused by the idea of stepping away from his work.

“Sun, I’m the one who-“ Moon starts, but his brother cuts in before he can finish.

“Don’t play that card again, Moony! I don’t care how you got hurt, all that matters is that we found you before you….um….” Sun falls silent, bringing his hands up to grasp loosely at his arms, giving himself a hug. His rays shift, drooping like a sad puppy. Oil gathers in his eyes at the memories now engrained into his processor.

“Hey, hey, it’s- I’m okay, alright? Just…stop crying, it makes me feel bad.” Moon looks away, hiding the fact that he’s holding back tears as well. He remembers how distressed his brother was when they found him. Seeing such fear on the upbeat bot’s face hurts in a way that cannot be described.

“Please take a break?” Sun begs, unable to stop his voice from cracking.

Moon signs, glancing up and over to the singular window of his room. The mindless creatures that were once living people wander the streets without rhyme or reason now. He has the ability to end this, before anyone else has to die. The thought of a break while the world is falling apart makes him feel selfish.

One of his eyes flickers, breaking his focus with the sudden, obvious lack of depth perception. It returns to normal within a few moments, but he gets the message clearly enough. Without rest, his systems will seize, and he will shut down.

If he shuts down, the world may be doomed.

“Help me up, please.” He gives in after a few more moments of silence, seemingly pleasing Sun, as the other animatronic perks right back up as soon as his brother admits defeat.

“Will do!” He chirps, bounding over to Moon’s side. With careful hands, he slings Moon’s arm over his shoulders and carefully lifts him from the chair, struggling to ignore the twinge of guilt as he hears his brother’s grunt and whimper of pain.

“Why don’t you turn off your pain regulators?” Sun asks softly, making sure to support most of his brother’s weight as he slowly makes his way over to Moon’s make-shift bed. The former naptime attendant lets out a small growl of irritation, but Sun knows it is not aimed at him.

“I got myself here, Sunny. I have to live with it.” Despite Moon’s courageous words, Sun does not miss the wince, stiffen, and tremble as he sets his brother down onto his bed. He crumples onto his side like cheap paper, and Sun settles at his side as softly as he can, as to not jostle Moon too much.

“It’s not your fault.” Sun murmurs gently, carefully moving the blanket to cover his brother’s shaking frame. He grabs the pillow, too, moving it to where Moon’s head is, as shifting his brother seems less than ideal at this point. Moon rests his head onto the soft surface, eyes shut tightly as his trembling slowly but surely dies away.

Sun lays his hand onto Moon’s, a silent promise that he will not leave.

“You were hurt, all the others were put in danger- I was stupid enough to let myself be vulnerable- h…how is this n-not my fault…?” Moon’s voice hitches, static rising up behind his words, glitching in a way that makes Sun flinch.

“Hush. In the middle of all this, it’s hard not to get hurt. All that matters is that we’re both still alive.” Sun soothes. Moon shakily lifts his head, and his brother almost scolds him to stop until the injured jester has lowered himself to settle back down, closer to Sun, head resting on his leg. Sun stares at him in silence for a long moment, then, slowly, tears start to drip down his faceplate.

“Why did you leave?” Sun wants to scream those words out, wants to break down and throw a fit in that moment. He remembers Moon standing on the opposite balcony, hands gripping tightly at the railing, eyes wide, reflecting Sun’s own frantic stance.

A crack on Sun’s shoulder, a claw mark down his face, amongst other injuries. Evidence that Moon’s violent tendencies surfaced at even the worst of times. The roof cracks, then caves in before his eyes. Sun can only stumble back, scrambling away from the ruble with one arm positioned in front of his most vital components.

Once the dust clears, his brother is gone. He will not be found for quite some time, and Sun will spend all that time on his own. He has never known a life without his brother. They had always been so close, ever since they had been crammed in the same body and then separated years later.

The world around Sun deteriorated with his mentality. Each waking moment was a nightmare in disguise. He could not tell the difference between his hellish dreams and his haunting reality.

“I hurt you.”

Sun breaks down into sobs then, holding his brother close as the other stiffens in surprise.

“It hurt more when you left.” Is all that Sun can manage to say, letting out years of isolation into tears that stain his brother’s clothes. Moon does not seem to mind. He carefully lifts his own arms, shifting just enough so that he can hug his brother back, so that he can hold him through his anguish, just as he used to do.

“I’m so, so sorry.” Moon murmurs, letting his own tears fall. Because he is. He is sorry. And he knows that if his injuries do not kill him…the guilt surely will.

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So I had a dream and it was really fucking cool so I made this. I love it sm. It has a firm clamp on my brain and I do not see it releasing me any time soon.

IF YOU WOULD LIKE MORE OF THIS AU, LET ME KNOW! I WILL HAPPILY WRITE MORE AND MAYBE EVEN MAKE A STORY ON AO3 IF ENOUGH PEOPLE LIKE THE IDEA!

#fnaf moondrop #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sunny #fnaf fandom #fnaf au #fnaf #fnaf moon animatronic #fnaf sun and moon are separated #fnaf sun animatronic #fnaf sun man #fnaf sunrise #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf moony #fnaf moon fanfic #fnaf sun fanfic #fnaf post-apocalyptic AU #fnaf post-apocalyptic #fnaf sun/moon post apocalyptic AU

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nellie-elizabeth · 1 year

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His Dark Materials: The Intention Craft (3x03)

Oh boy, I can't wait for episode four, I have a feeling it's going to make me a little weepy. But let's talk about this one first!

Cons:

The effect on the Gallivespians is... weird. They've got the scaling situation going, but it doesn't ever really feel like they're in the same place? Like when Lady Salmakia is talking to Lyra and Will, it doesn't feel like they're actually physically near each other. And the scene where she attacks them, angry about the knife being broken, it really did feel like the kids were flinching away on cues from someone off-camera, not to an actual living person existing in their environment.

Mary Malone... it's strange that we're not making progress quicker with her. She's on her journey, and I know where it's going, but there are five episodes left the show, and we're just now getting to the point that I think of as the beginning of her story? So I don't know, that's a little odd, pacing-wise.

Also odd for pacing was to have Balthamos come back for like two seconds just to say "oh, you're going to the land of the dead. Okay, bye, then." I guess I'm glad to see him, but not really sure what the point was there.

Pros:

GOD, everything with Asriel and Marisa is so juicy and interesting. They really did steal the show for me this week. Asriel has control over Marisa, has her at his mercy, and yet Marisa cannot fully be controlled. The moment when he laments, why can't you be what I want you to be, was honestly so powerful and I think encapsulates so much of what this relationship is. There's a deep passion and intensity of feeling between them, but ultimately he cannot fully respect her, and she cannot consent to be subjugated. I love that Lyra's parents have what at first glance seems to be very gendered conceptions of parenthood: Marisa is the one frantic for their daughter's safety, while Asriel is impatient about the whole mess. But then you think back to their history with her: neither is a nurturing, supportive parent, but Asriel was at least willing to see her and admit to the family connection, while Marisa hid in shame, only entering Lyra's life when she feared that her own research would lead to her daughter's harm.

Asriel is so intense: his motives are, I think one could argue, good, in the sense that the Magisterium is evil and what they claim to worship is no good either. And yet we watch him torture an angel to get a message to Metatron. We see what a controlling, dismissive, inconsiderate person he is at his very core. His passion, however, makes him so interesting to watch. He's not some sort of pedestrian evil man grabbing for power wherever he can get it. And Marisa certainly isn't just her ambition, either. The look they share, as Marisa escapes on the Intention Craft, is one of mutual understanding; a strange, angry respect. I can't wait to see the end of the story play out between them. It's bound to be such an intense moment.

Will and Lyra are similarly moving to watch, albeit in a very different way than Coulter and Asriel. The warmth of their friendship is so obvious, and then when there's conflict between them, you get the sense that it hurts precisely because of how much they care for and trust one another. Will doesn't fully understand Lyra's plan to go to the land of the dead, but ultimately he's going to back her play. Yes, his father told him to bring the knife to Asriel, but his mother always told him to help a friend in need. Their hug was beautiful, and I'm already getting weepy about what's going to happen at the end of this show. It's gonna screw me up big time.

It was cool to see Iorek helping Will to reforge the knife, although I think they're cowards to not show Iorek's big huge meaty bear paws holding forging tools. That's kind of all I have to say about that. It's sweet seeing Iorek and Lyra together, and Lyra using the alethiometer again after so long was a treat as well!

I'll stop there. After I watch episode four, we'll already be halfway through the season. Say it ain't so!

8/10

#review #his dark materials #his dark materials review

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hojiteaversion · 2 years

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hearing the wind in the shade trees

Written for @ftf-appreciationweek Day 4: Niall/Air

Trigger warnings!: panic attacks, nightmares!

Also on AO3

Nikkal can't breathe.

Her palms, gray, dissolve into ash. There is no color here, no real air — moving is as murky and heavy as walking in the bottom of a lake. Every distant scream rings on her ears and hurts her brain.

And there is one certainty only: no one is coming for her. She really had been forgotten this time, thrown aside again.

Maybe Ereshkigal is right and she deserves it. What does Nikkal know? She’s just an idiot who destroys everything in her path, who can't accept the good things without keeping an arm’s length away. This is why she has nothing, now.

Ereshkigal’s smile isn’t happy, but it is pleased with her pain.

Nikki.

Air shakes around her like someone was tearing this world open. But it just shakes, shakes, shakes, and no one comes. And she exists there, in that moment where the last shred of her hope hangs.

But no one comes. She still can’t breathe.

Nikki, open your eyes.

Nikkal does.

Darkness. Tears falling on her pillow. Hot hand on her arm.

Niall. Their bedroom.

Home.

Still the usually warm sheets scratch her skin more than comfort, and the moon seems like a vision from a dream. She remembers when Niall's green eyes turned red, when Ereshkigal spoke to her in his voice.

She can’t fucking breathe.

"Nikki," Niall's voice is forcedly calm, but a little louder than he’d normally allow himself — the only crack in the calm front he’s putting forward. "You're breathing. Hold my hand, look. You're breathing. Slow down, you got this."

She squeezes his hand so hard it must have hurt. Squeezes her eyes shut too. If this isn’t real, she can’t see him become her again. Cannot hear from his lips about her having been a mistake.

"I’m here," he says, a little calmer. "Slow down, I promise you can do it. I promise you're with me, just focus on this, please.”

Breathe. It all starts with breath. But Nikkal doesn’t even know how to, and a person only forgets to breathe when they’re—

"Nikki!" His hands suddenly guide hers, make them cover her nose and mouth. She can feel her hot breath against her palm but she still can’t think past the panic, past the pain clutching her chest.

Air, warm like a blanket, settles over her cold skin, her tired shoulders, her clamped collarbone — an invisible embrace. Meanwhile, the cocoon he had made with her hands, still pressed around her nose and mouth, is doing that magic thing only he fully understands.

It turns out, she had been breathing. Breathing into her cupped hands helps, somehow, and she always forgets that when this happens, but he’s always here to remind her.

Niall wraps his arms around her leaving enough space not to smother her while caressing her hair. Like this, she can feel his heartbeat against her skin, can bathe in his warmth, can just rest her cheek against his shoulder and savor the kisses he was leaving on the top of her head as she comes back.

She’s not there. She is not in Irkalla. They had sorted that out — they had found Nergal and they had made a deal and Ereshkigal was almost friendly even in that painful way and it’s okay. They are okay.

Niall is here. She is here. They’re okay. He had come for her, like he always did, because there is no reality or world where Niall would not come for her if she needed. He had done so and vowed so and that was the truth, even if her mind forgets, sometimes.

"I’m okay now." She doesn’t apologize — she knows she doesn’t have to, with him.

He kisses the top of her head again, and she curls up closer to him for a moment, hugs him properly.

Eyes closed, she asks, "Did I set fire to anything?"

"No," he kisses her shoulders, once, twice. "Your hands got really hot, but no damage. Probably the result of some lessons."

That startles a laugh out of her. Privately, she doesn’t disagree, but with the amount of bitching she has done about their meditation sessions, she would be caught dead before she admits it to his face.

"Actually, probably just my brilliance and awesomeness."

"Probably," he agrees, kissing her one final time. “Ready to sleep or do you want me to read something? Take a walk...?"

"Sleep."

"Okay."

They adjust their sheets again, lie down. Before she can even close her eyes, he takes her hand in his.

"Best of three?" he whispers in the dark. She chuckles.

"If you're not afraid I'll set fire to our bed. I do it often enough."

"Aaaand she's back."

She laughs again, taking in his little content smile. Seizing that their hands are clasped together, she takes his knuckles to her lips, leaving a lingering kiss.

"Best of three."

They press four fingers together, leaving their thumbs out, and begin the game — him, with a little gust of air; her, with a little spark.

Playing thumb war with him is familiar at this point, but somehow still fun. There is no new moves on their part, no new banter, but it’s him and her together and it’s more than enough.

She wins the first two rounds — not because she’s better with her element than he is, necessarily, but because she’s much more competitive than him.

...And because, like usual, he’s almost asleep by the second round.

He looks beautiful asleep. He doesn't hold a perfect posture, his hair is a mess, and his face is free of tension. She’s at peace just looking at him.

They're okay, and she believes it this time.

When she finds sleep, his hand is still in hers.

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