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libraryraccoon · 2 months

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Hi, I would like to request Alastor with a reader who is like the Trailblazer from Star rail please

I just like to think that their dynamic would drive everyone up the walls

- Alastor unleashing Trailblazer!Reader on the world

Gender : GN

Pronouns : None

Message of Raccoon : Alastor with a Caelus/Trailblazer!Reader but it's mostly crack.

Alastor

First of all, you look like a raccoon.

I'm not the one who makes the rules.

You were, in fact, an angel.

But you were fallen because you rummaged through people's trash…

So now you're in Hell.

Alastor met you shortly after you arrived, you were beating up demons with an angelic baseball bat when he found you.

He immediately found you interesting, because :

You had an angelic weapon, a baseball bat. It was the first time he had seen a baseball bat as an angelic weapon.

You were a raccoon demon and you were in a fight. Raccoon demons, according to popular belief, were people who flew unnoticed and fled from any type of battle; they didn't like to fight.

You were beautiful.

But, like, the kind of beauty that was misused.

With all these points taken into account, yes he find you interesting.

Alastor came to talk to you before taking you to the Hazbin Hotel.

Over time, he understood that you were the exception who confirmed the rule on raccoon demons.

Why ? Because you were a being of chaos.

Not a day went by without someone seeing you running through hell, angelic baseball bat in hand, creating chaos and destroying everything.

Carmilla brought him to her neighborhood one day at 3AM because you were creating chaos there.

He swears that it's you who create the principle of chaos.

And when you're not creating chaos, you're rummaging through trash…

How Alastor even began to love you is a mystery even he doesn't have the answer to.

When Alastor realized that he love you, he had two reactions :

“Holy shit I can be in love.” Coming off the aromantic 'can't feel romantic feelings at all' spectrum was NOT one of the things he wanted this year.

“HOLY SHIT I FALL FOR THE VIOLENT RACCOON FROM HELL”

Denial. Instantly.

It took him 3 months to come out of the first phase of the grief, the denial.

Not about being able to love, no, he accepted that.

But falling in love with you ?

Hell nah.

It took him 4 months to accept it, finally coming out of his grief.

He complained to Rosie about it, 100%.

“How could I fall for someone like that..” -Alastor, totally done with all this shit.

“Look on the bright side, Y/N is handsome.” -Rosie, not understanding the seriousness of the situation.

He didn't confess, praying that his feelings would go away.

It was you who confess.

He helped you heal some of your wounds, and you just said "Thank you, I love you." Before kissing his forehead and leaving, like if it was normal.

After that, you got the "you can touch me but not too much" pass, which allowed you to touch Alastor.

And you use it too often at Alastor's opinion.

Now, when you're not digging through trash, not doing what you were created for (chaos), you stay with Alastor.

People don't fuck with Alastor anymore, not because they're afraid to be in his radio show, oh no no ! They didn't want to meet the madman that he call his partner.

You two are the most feared duo/couple in Hell.

Even if in truth you are just two people who love each other and love chaos.

Alastor entertained himself by watching the chaos you created. It's canon, I don't make the rules.

The Hazbin Hotel crew judges you so LOUD.

Charlie is the only one to support you two with Niffty.

Angel Dust asks too many questions for his well-being about you and the history of your relationship.

Vaggie is, and always will be, shocked to see you touch Alastor without consequences, or even to see you kiss him.

Husk asked you how you can love Alastor...

You took 3 hours for explaining the why-

No one asked after that.

Sir Pentious was just like "🧍‍♂️ does that mean you're Alastor's weakness ?"

Lucifer give you a lot of side eyes.

No, I won't elaborate.

Vox tried to kidnap you…

…

There was a week without Vox on TV, and every time someone mentioned your name, he flinched.

Let's not even talk about when he sees you after that..

Alastor himself doesn't want to know what you did to him.

You are the more affectionate and touchy one in the relationship.

Alastor always knows what you are thinking by your expressions.

The day you told him you were an angel and why you were sent to Hell, he was shocked.

Because, how on the 7 circles of Hell, a being of chaos was an angel ??

He just asked "How can an angel be so chaotic ?"

And you just shrugged your shoulders.

You yourself didn't know how you got to Heaven in the first place-

I just know that you touch his ears and his deer tail as soon as you are in private, and that even before being a couple.

You're just a 'I need to touch everything' person.

Alastor tried to get you to stop digging through the trash, but he never succeeded.

Alastor loves you, yes, but sometimes (read : often) he wishes he didn't.

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caligvlasaqvarivm · 27 days

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Love is Stored in the Cat: A Nepeta Leijon Character Study

I guess these are a series now! I also have a request for Feferi in my inbox that I'll get around to eventually.

SO! Dear, sweet Nepeta.

Nepeta is the troll that is most against the existence of the hemocaste.

I believe the Ultimate Self speech was originally going to be from her, not Davepetasprite^2.

She's bad at shipping.

These all make her extremely impurrtant!!!

So furst of all, I'm going to start with the same disclaimer as my Eridan essay (go read that first!!! It sets up a lot of ideas that I'm expanding on here), which is that the things Hussie says are going to be lowered in value, because he likes to play coy about plot stuff. I'm also not counting anything but the actual text as canon, and even with in that text, I'm counting everything after GAME OVER as soft canon - a suggestion of what would have been, often truncated for time, often a deliberate middle finger to the shitty fandom.

Okay, so with that squared away!

Nepeta Says Fuck The Hemocaste

I'm not going to bother doing a deep dive on Nepeta's characterization, because fur the most part, I think the fandom more or less gets her right - she wears her heart (h33h33) on her sl33ve, after all! She's a very sweet little catgirl who loves roleplay and shipping, who is also a vicious hunter of wild beasts and lives in a cave. She's very nice and friendly, but has a tough streak and a spine.

She also says fuck the hemocaste, why does that even exist:

CT: D --> Your fraternization with the base classes have 100sened your morals, can't you see this AC: :33 < no! i dont care, they are fun AC: :33 < and i dont know anything about classes or bases or blood color, it doesn't matter! AC: :33 < what does gr33n blood even mean! it doesnt mean anything to me and it shouldnt mean anything to anyone else!

This is a radical stance not outright shared by any of the other trolls. Aradia calls highbloods "hateful sn0bs" that she and Tavros shouldn't have "ever had anything t0 d0 with", the highbloods are, of course, all casteist to varying degrees, and even Karkat seems fairly accepting of the class divide, at one point taunting Vriska that her rejection from the blue team is "ANOTHER INFURIATING VICTORY FOR GUTTER BLOOD OVER ARISTOCRACY". Not to mention his long-held dream of becoming a threshecutioner.

Even Feferi, despite saying to Eridan that "W-E AR-E NOT B-ETT-ER T)(AN ANYBODY!!!!!", is actually perfectly comfortable with the caste system's existence, comparing having to stop using her royal typing quirk to "peasant-IFICATING" herself - and let's not forget that a Beforus under her rule had its caste system 100% intact.

This means that Nepeta is the ONLY troll who has said, in no uncertain terms, that the caste system should not exist. It's stupid, it's bad, and it doesn't meowtter!

AND SHE'S RIGHT.

But she's never able to fully express this opinion, which brings us to:

A COMPLICKATED RELATIONSHIP WITH EQUIUS

Now, before I say anything, I must insist that I do believe these two work as good moirails. That does not, however, stop them from being 13, and therefore, being poor to each other the way 13-year-olds sometimes are. I don't think they should break up; I think they should re-examine certain dynamics, and I think they need some space to breathe apart from each other.

Equius has a lot of problems, which I won't get into overmuch here, because... that's a whole essay on its own (are you people seeing a trend yet). But with regards to Nepeta specifically, he's extremely controlling and protective, to the point where she's a little scared of him before the game begins:

AC: :33 < well it does sound like it will be a lot of fun but i think i should get purrmission first GC: BL4R!!!!! GC: TH4TS SO STUP1D GC: H3S NOT TH3 BOSS OF YOU AC: :33 < i know! AC: :33 < but still im kind of scared of him and i think purrhaps its best to just run it by him first so there isnt a kerfuffle about it or anything

She's also afraid to tell him about her crush on Karkat, since she knows he doesn't like Karkat:

AC: :33 < well AC: :33 < i have never told anybody this not even my moirail AC: :33 < heh, actually hes the LAST guy i might tell, he so wouldnt appurrve X33 AC: :33 < but yes i have liked somebody for quite some time, but alas he doesnt know it

By the time they end their game, she's gotten over this fear, seeing as she spends many hours curled up with Equius in a pile of robotics parts, but it still must be noted that they have some issues in their relationship that were never resolved, primarily on Equius's end. What this means for Nepeta, however, is that in addition to setting her up as the most outright anti-classism troll, the comic sets her up to be socially isolated due to her moirail's paranoia about letting her associate with both lowbloods (seeing them as bad influences) OR other highbloods, seeing them as dangerous.

He's not entirely wrong - his refusal to allow her to participate in FLARP kept her from winding up entangled in the horrible chain of revenge, as Tavros alludes:

AT: iT'S PROBABLY FOR THE BEST, AT: tHAT YOU LISTEN TO HIM, AC: :33 < i dont know AC: :33 < you think so? AT: wELL, AT: iF YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO HIM BEFORE, AT: yOU MIGHT HAVE PLAYED GAMES WITH US BEFORE, AT: aND SOMETHING BAD MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU, AC: :33 < hmm purrhaps

But he's still wrong. And it's probably an uncontrolled manifestation of his Heir of Void abilities - he's both consciously and unconsciously hiding her from other people.

This isn't to say she doesn't stand up for herself! Many of her discussions with Equius are pseudo-arguments, and she does get her way often enough, managing to get him to roleplay with her, and managing to get him back in the roboti% pile to talk about his feelings about Aradia. She also talks to the humans explicitly against Equius's orders, although she's keeping it a sneakret from him:

NEPETA: :33 < but equius already furbid me from doing that :(( NEPETA: :33 < not that i am listening to him, but shhhhh! :33 KARKAT: WAIT, HE DID? KARKAT: OK, THEN AS YOUR LEADER I ORDER YOU TO RP WITH THEM AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. BE AS OBNOXIOUS ABOUT IT AS YOU CAN. NEPETA: :33 < yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

But the fact that she has to tiptoe around him like this speaks to them having issues in their relationship that go unexamined and unresolved, especially since it's clear that Nepeta really would like to be friends with more people, were Equius not getting in her way. So, even though I do think they are good moirails for each other - they clearly genuinely, deeply care about one another. But they could use some relationship counselling.

In fact, Jasprosesprite^2 outright calls her lonely:

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Or the girl who likes ships! Cause they made her less lonely. ;3

So, she's anti-hemocaste and lonely, two character traits that were set up and never resolved. And beclaws this is Nepeta, in her honor, I'm going to talk about a third:

Her Unrequited Crush On Karcat

She has the BIGGEST flushed crush on Karkat. It's seen on her shipping wall twice, once with the word OTP on it.

And, despite never discussing it with her moirail, Nepeta mentions it once to Jaspersprite, and once to Jasprosesprite^2.

Now, I'm not really here to debate on the validity of KatNep - I think it's fine, even if I don't personally ship it, and don't personally think it would work out (there are lots of indications that they wouldn't work out, including Jasprosesprite^2 outright saying so). However, her crush on Karkat is both complicated and creates some interesting setups for her character. I am going to discuss it fairly critically either way, so KatNep shippers have been warned.

A lot of her feelings about Karkat - and about shipping in general - wind up being heavily interlinked with her status as a Hero of Heart, so I'm going to expand on it more there. But what I will note in this section is the fact that, despite Nepeta insisting twice that she doesn't think Karkat knows about her crush on her:

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < it was karkat NEPETASPRITE: :33 < but i never told him and im pretty sure he never found out how i felt!

He tooootally did:

KARKAT: OK, BUT TO BE FAIR, I'M PRETTY SURE SHE'S STILL OBSESSED WITH ME. KARKAT: IT'S A VERY UNFORTUNATE, VERY RED AND VERY UNREQUITED SITUATION I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TIPTOE AROUND FOR A LONG TIME, OK?

Interpret that how you will for shipping purposes, but I want to propose that this is a reflection of their statuses as Heart and Blood players. Heart, despite its players' obsessions with romance, is not the romance aspect, Blood is. Karkat displays this very same romantic acumen when he tells Dave that he's known Terezi and Gamzee were a thing for a long time, despite everyone else on the meteor trying to keep it a secret from him. Heart is, instead, about identity, feelings, motivations, souls, and self. In other words:

Nepeta Is Kind Of Bad At Shipping

Let's take a look at those shipping walls.

Let's break this down a little. Nepeta's ships are not entirely wrong, but even the successful ones are kind of wrong. Here's what I mean. We've already discussed how Equius and Nepeta's moirallegiance has some... issues in it. If we go down her list of ships that actually do happen, most of them have some issues in them!

Aradia expresses her regret for getting together with Equius in the Ministrife. Kanaya and Rose suffer some major relationship problems when Rose starts drinking, to the point Karkat feels a need to step in as an auspice. Karkat and Gamzee fail, as Karkat is not calmed by Gamzee, and Gamzee stops listening to Karkat. And while Sollux and Feferi seem to be fairly healthy, after they both wind up in the Furthest Ring, he's pretty much always next to Aradia - he and Feferi don't even get to exchange words with each other once they're in the Furthest Ring. Purrsonally, I think he and Feferi are meant to end up as moirails, but shhhh.

So what's happening here? Well, this goes back to her identity as a Heart player. Heart is concerned with feelings and motivations.

They simply want to understand the one thing we all are stuck with for our entire lives, i.e. our own minds. Forging an identity is extremely important to the Heart-bound, and every decision and action goes toward building a coherent narrative of their own story. That isn't to say Heart-bound don't care deeply for their friends and allies; they just have a tendency to assume that everyone is as concerned with identity as they are.

Nepeta's shipping has also been associated with her isolation and loneliness. When you put this together, it implies that Nepeta's shipping is about her desire to understand others, and much of her ships are based on one of the parties having feelings, regardless of compatibility, feasibility, or broader implications. After all, despite the fact that she has pretty terrible romantic acumen, she IS able to instinctively identify that Eridan's advances toward her were insincere:

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < well ok i guess eridan hit on me a few times NEPETASPRITE: :33 < but his advances always struck me as cr33py and insincere

And that Karkat secretly LOVES and RESPECTS his friends:

JASPROSESPRITE^2: On the contrary Nepeta. You deserve someone who will RESPECT and ADORE you. NEPETASPRITE: :33 < well... yes NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i always hoped to find someone like that some day NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i dunno maybe youre right but in spite of whatever problems he might have i always felt like i saw something in him that made me think he could be that purrson!

Or knowing that Equius loves to play games, and still feels sad about Aradia exploding:

AC: :33 < i s33 right through your stupid act, who are you trying to kid! AC: :33 < look how you go out of your way to use words that have x's in them so that you can use your silly purrcent signs AC: :33 < or use these absurd words that you can shoehorn a '100' into, even if its not strictly replacing 'loo'!!! AC: :33 < you are so transpurrent AC: :33 < i can tell you like to play games, d33p down you are a guy who likes to play games! AC: :33 < i can smell a guy who likes to play games from so fur away with this nose, you have no idea X33

NEPETA: :33 < she was so happy, just like she used to be, and she said she would s33 you soon! EQUIUS: D --> That's a nice thought, and thank you for sharing it EQUIUS: D --> But it was only a dream, and will surely have no consequence in reality NEPETA: :33 < equius? NEPETA: :33 < are those f33lings i an detecting with my wiggly whiskery nose? EQUIUS: D --> Maybe

Because feelings, and not relationships, are her actual domain.

And speaking of Heart powers...

Nepeta and the Ultimate Self

So from this point forward, I'm going to assume you're more or less agreeing with my take that at some point after Game Over, Hussie - for whatever reason - gave up on his original ending, and wound up truncating his ideas so he could finish the comic faster. I go more into detail about that here.

So, in this hypothetical original ending, I firmly believe that the speech about the Ultimate Self would have come from Nepeta. First, let's take a look at what the "Ultimate Self" entails, as it appears within the comic:

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < everything that ever happens to every version of you is an important part of your ultimate self... like a superceding bodyless and timeless persona that crosses the boundaries of paradox space and unlike god tiers or bubble ghosts or whatever, it really IS immortal DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < but in your physical form there are all these partitions in your mind that prevent you from remembering any of that which makes your existence f33l totally linear DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < which is probably for the best! DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < in a regular body s33ing all that would be too overwhelming ... DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < and after it sinks in for a while you start coming to this understanding of a greater self DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < maybe i "got it" quicker though because of the two people i was and their aspects DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < understanding heart is all about the nuances of a distributed self DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < nepeta never got to make much headway with her aspect but shes finally gettin the chance DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < the time aspect is all about running into different versions of yourself so you kinda get confronted with it in a really literal way that can be disturbing DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < obviously davesprite stuggled with that too, but now its fine DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < hes fr33 from worrying about it all and what it means for his place in reality DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < because he can s33 now all his selves have relevance in painting the full picture of who he truly is DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < im not COMPLETELY sure because im not like some sort of ASPECT MASTER but DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < my avian slash feline intuition tells me that all roads will lead you here eventually DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < gaining the d33pest possible understanding of any aspect will bring you to the same final conclusion about your ultimate self

Now, I believe - and I hope you'll agree - that it's kind of lame, narratively, for Davesprite to have been set up with so much angst about not being the "real Dave," and for Nepeta to have all her issues with loneliness and shyness, and for these two specific iterations of each other to have never interacted, but suddenly getting double-prototyped fixes all of their problems, and they achieve Ultimate Selfhood despite being two total strangers to each other. So let's instead break down the more salient points about what Ultimate Selfhood entails, divorced from the fact that it's Davepetasprite^2 doing the narrating:

Every player in the game possesses an "Ultimate Self," an ultimate culmination of all their experiences and memories, specifically referred to as a "persona"

Normally, people are not aware of this, because it would be too overwhelming to deal with so many memories and iterations of each other.

Everyone will achieve Ultimate Selfhood eventually as the final culmination of their understanding of their aspect.

Heart is all about the nuances of a distributed self.

Let's talk about that last one some more, and by that I mean, let's see what Calliope has to say about it:

TT: I don't know why it had to be this way for me. Juggling these two waking selves at once. TT: I guess I'm used to it, but it still makes for a pretty intense existence. TT: Do you even know what the deal with that is? Like is there any precedent in your readings? UU: i don't know aboUt precedent, bUt it makes plenty of sense to me as the type of path one might expect for a hero of heart. UU: a path rUled by the heart aspect can be a joUrney of splintered self. UU: that is, the player's being may exhibit the same kind of fragmentation which certain classes coUld caUse in others. UU: i think this is what has triggered yoUr dUal-awareness between waking and dream selves, thoUgh it woUld not sUrprise me if the symptoms manifested in even more ways than this.

Now, Dirk has a clawmplicated relationship with his alternate selves, given that he's a Prince, but Nepeta wouldn't have the same struggles, or at least, not to the same degree. The problem is, hampered by Equius and her own shyness about discussing her thoughts and feelings with others:

NEPETASPRITE: :33 < i get so shy and worried what people might think of me if i say how i f33l NEPETASPRITE: :33 < im always so scared that they wont f33l the same way or just think im stupid or pathetic or something

She never actually gets to explore this part of herself.

But What If... She Did?

The way I imagine the original ending going is that each troll that gets saved by John's interference in the timeline then asks John to help them fix their own mistakes, thereby saving somebody else. Each successive trip through the meteor brings new character development, and also riddles the comic with progressively more password pages, which I think would be really funny. And throughout all this the Game Over team is searching for Vriska, Meenah, and the treasure, and resolving their arcs that way, so it's not like they would be replaced - they're the ones who get to kill LE. The process, in my mind, goes like this:

Terezi asks John to save Vriska, and prevent her from getting too spades with Gamzee, as these are her two greatest regrets.

Vriska obviously had great regrets about killing Tavros, both pre- and post-retcon, so she asks for his death to be prevented.

Tavros staying alive means that he and Gamzee wind up hashing out some stuff - Gamzee mentions that he feels "So aT ChIlL WiTh yOu" while talking to Tavros, and Tavros reciprocates the friendship and also - interestingly - acknowledges Gamzee's religion, calling it beautiful even if he doesn't necessarily believe in it. This is interesting because Karkat's inability to do so is explicitly one of the reasons their moirallegiance broke down. So having Tavros back, alive, means that he and Gamzee would likely end up in some sort of relationship, probably pale despite flushed leanings, and would bring Gamzee back into the fold.

Gamzee would then be like, yeah, wow, that time I killed Nepeta and Equius was pretty bad, huh? Especially since his decision to hang onto his friends' bodies and prototype them is often interpreted as him genuinely feeling bad about his dead friends (he tells Kurloz to shut up when Kurloz mentions all the dead friends, and his religion seems to be about a paradise he wants to share with his friends anyway). So he'd ask John to prevent him from killing them, resulting in the two of them getting to live.

Things get much more hypothetical from here, since so much of the character dynamics would have changed, but I think by this point, Equius might command ask John to let him say goodbye to Aradiabot before she explodes, which he expresses feeling very sad about. However, in doing so, John and Aradiabot end up in the same room, and when she realizes that he has the ability to change the timeline without repercussions, she'd seize him by the arm and demand that he take her back in time, to before she died. After all, she expresses regrets about her reckless actions, and how she always felt like it was all one big setup.

She would take Aradia's place in the Vriska revenge chain, being once more freed of her robot chassis, and from there, would trick Doc Scratch and the Handmaiden into thinking everything was still going according to their designs. Meanwhile, Alive!Aradia would be hanging out at Equius's place, borrowing his void powers to avoid notice, coordinating a new timeline that keeps the beats of the original (too much deviation causes unpredictability, and an paradox'd timeline offshoot without John's direct interference would still become doomed), but allows them greater freedom and the ability to overcome the machinations of Doc Scratch and associates.

This would also prevent Sollux from becoming so self-loathing, since it's no longer "his fault" that Aradia dies, although he winds up in that hole again after Feferi gets killed. Now that his Aradia is alive, he wouldn't feel like he might as well stay in the bubbles because his closest companions are there, so he'd make it to the end, and would ask John to prevent Feferi's death.

Eridan still dies; he's so disconnected and isolated from all his friends that his course of actions is largely unaffected even by everybody else's timeline tweaks. But before Feferi can suggest bringing him back, Karkat would butt in.

The Friendship Troll should be the one to demand that ALL of their friends be revived, especially if they had everyone except only one guy, and Karkat and Eridan are heavily implied to be moirails anyway. The course of Karkat's fixes are so comprehensive, and primarily romance-based, that the end result of this final loop is everybody not only being alive, but god-tiered, with appropriate character development.

Now, where Nepeta's Heart powers would play into all of this is that she would start to notice something going on. After all, Heart players are sensitive to their splintered selves, and (Nepeta) is probably much closer to Nepeta than regular doomed timeline offshoots. As the loops continue, and Nepeta has more and more time to talk to people, and meets her dead alternate selves, and even meets (Nepeta), she starts to awaken to her Ultimate Self - to come into possession of alternate memories.

And if the Ultimate Self is a very soul-y kind of concept, such that Heart players have a natural advantage in coming to understand it, then isn't it a natural fit that a Rogue of Heart - one who steals from Heart or steals Heart for others - would be naturally inclined to share the wisdom of her alternate selves, and even the very concept of the Ultimate Self, with her friends?

Because the Ultimate Self is actually, in my opinion, a pretty good narrative device. It turns the sadness of the dead and doomed timelines into something littersweet instead, and makes it so any weirdness regarding time travel and not really knowing your friends anymore will eventually be resolved, even if off-screen.

It's not really narratively satisfying when Davepetasprite^2 suddenly comes into being and reaches enlightenment, but imagine if instead it's a post-character development Nepeta comforting Davesprite on his relevance, or Jade on her loneliness, or John on not really knowing these new post-retcon versions of his friends? It would feel a lot better, since in this hypothetical, she would have reached that point after on-screen character development. Being able to share her true self with her friends on the meteor - by necessity, since what else are they going to be doing for three years - leads to her finally being able to fulfill her role as a Rogue of Heart.

Also, at some point during these repeated meteor trips, she dates Karkat (whether that's successful or not, I'll leave to reader interpretation - you already know where I stand), fulfilling Jaspersprite's musing that she might only be able to date Karkat after she dies.

So that's two out of thr33 of her outstanding plot hooks resolved... okay. So, I try not to make these essays into ship propaganda, but hear me out:

Hate Is Stored In The FefNep

Okay, so, remember that thing about how Feferi is actually a huge casteist hypocrite? Well, let's also note that the comic, post-Murderstuck, seems to put Nepeta and Feferi together a lot - they're a Commodore and Rear Admiral in the ghost pirate army, respectively, and they also wind up as Fefetasprite. So I think it's not entirely out of left field to say that these two were implied to have SOMETHING going on.

And that something... is a difference in political views.

I mean, let's be real, there's a reason Fefetasprite is the most explode-prone after Tavrisprite. Miss "The Hemocaste is Stupid and Shouldn't Matter" vs. Miss "I Love Being A Princess And Call Jade Hornless and Finless (Derogatory)"? Come on, tell me you don't see it.

Without getting too much into Feferi, this hypocrisy, and unwillingness to check her privilege (so glad I found an excuse to use that term unironically), are probably her greatest character flaws - ie, the things you would expect the story to address about her. Meanwhile, one of Nepeta's flaws, which she laments to Jasproseprite^2, is that she feels too shy to talk about her feelings to other people, leading to her having never expressed her views on the hemocaste to anyone but Equius.

I think that they initially think they'd be friends. Each one of them would go "oh man, this other girl is soooo cute, I wish I could talk to her more often!"

And then, once they do, they realize they fucking hate each other. Nepeta would go "X00 < you are such a hypocrite who f33ls like youre better than all of us!!!" and Feferi would go "You're suc)( an uneducated glubbing P-EASANT! 3X0" and then they'd claw each others' eyes out. It would be so funny, and if a homestuck ship isn't extremely fucking funny, then why are we even here.

But more importantly, this would further them along into resolving each others' arcs - Feferi would be forced to grapple with the greater implications of classism, and Nepeta - who is shown having a spine the most in defiance of somebody else - would grow more aggressive about being open about her feelings in defiance of Feferi. Even Equius would get roped into it in a positive way - you can just imagine him going "D --> Can I really believe my auricular sponge clots D --> Nepeta, you are finally taking interest in politi%" and be 100% on board with teaching her so Feferi won't be able to call her uneducated.

And then for flushed, I dunno! Karkat's an option, and Jade and Jake also both love the fuck out of furries, and Tavros seems nice. But yeah I'll die on the fefnep hate ship. Guys it would be so funny.

Thank you as always for reading! Let me know if there's a troll you want to hear me ramble about next.

#homestuck #nepeta leijon #feferi peixes #equius zahhak

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Limitless power for you

Paring: curse Gojo x fem reader (human)

Warnings: Slight Yandere, depression, death

"Satoru please... Come back to me..." you murmured as you curled up in the pillow.

The days without him passed inexorably.

Especially after you found out your Satoru died.

Your life was less important than his. Then why did he die instead of you??

Why did he go somewhere without telling you where.

And then you found out that your beloved boyfriend died...

Someone killed him? Or something?

You couldn't find out. You were an ordinary man.

His superiors judged you for not being a sorcerer. They even threatened you. They blamed you for being the cause of Gojo Satoru's death. The strongest sorcerer.

Even though you can admit they were almost happy in some way.

At last, whoever was breaking their rules so much is now gone.

And they don't have to deal with it.

There will be someone else to replace him. Someone else special grade.

Besides, he was blamed by other superiors. Because it was after his birth that more and more powerful curses began to appear. Just to keep the balance of power.

So now, when an even stronger curse appears, who could save the world?

You wondered why you didn't live in your house.

Why did you run away to your apartment?

Maybe it's because everything in your house reminds you that he was with you.

Here you see everything related to it. Your shared moments.

But unfortunately. You have to move out of here tomorrow.

Tonight is the last night you can sleep here. There are other people who rented this apartment instead of you.

You had until the end of the month. Today is the last day.

Tomorrow others are coming to live here instead of you.

You must leave the house tomorrow morning. And you won't be able to come back here again.

You have another house. Your beloved house where you live with Satoru.

But he's not there anymore...

All your stuff is there.

But you were too afraid to be there.

Too much.

The house is so sad and quiet without him.

How are you supposed to live there in such a big house all by yourself?

It will be a terrible feeling of loneliness.

You don't want anyone else. You just want your Satoru.

You want him to come back to you.

All your stuff is there.

But you'd rather sleep here with no covers and nothing to take than to sleep in a cold bed without Satoru.

Tomorrow you will have to face this cold. With loneliness in bed.

"Toru... Why did you leave me...?" you groaned, crying into the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

You hoped to at least fall asleep.

"I didn't leave you at all. I'm here with you. And now... I always will. It's sad that you don't even know that I'm looking at you..."

He sighed. But then a crazy smile appeared on his lips.

"Now you'll be mine forever... I'll never be defeated again, and you'll be mine forever... Come home... And then you won't leave, baby~ we'll always be together~"

You must have left the house before the new owners came.

The only thing you know about them is that they are two guys who rent the apartment that used to be yours to be closer to school and work. students...

Before anyone came, you left there. Leaving everything as it was supposed to be from the beginning. Empty.

You went back to your home.

To even more empty space.

So cold and lifeless...

Is it worth living without Him at all?

Your dreams that night told you that you would be cursed.

That's how Satoru described it to you.

That when you're cursed, you'll even dream of curses.

You hate the feeling of being watched. And now you feel it even more. It's such a bad feeling...

Your dream...

Your dream was about something like that.

You were standing in the dark.

Eyes floated around you, watching your every move.

You also heard a strange giggle.

You really hate having nightmares...

Especially those.

You felt like someone was about to catch you. However, there was no murderous aura.

Nobody wanted to kill you.

And then the eyes flying around you got bigger. Six eyes that surrounded you.

Blue, beautiful eyes.

They all looked as if they were made of the most beautiful crystal.

And the color was the same as Satoru's eyes...

You felt warm. You didn't feel scared. You felt the way you always did with him.

You felt that he, even after his death, watches over you.

Like a real angel.

But he wasn't really an angel.

He was closest to a demon, and he wasn't quite going to the grave just yet. Or not at all.

Because he will never lose again. Because when he lost, he lost the ability to hug you.

And now, he will never let you be alone again.

What sorcerer could defeat a curse above special grade?

When he came out of his body, he felt so good. As if nothing was stopping him at all.

And it really was. Nothing limited him.

His energy was endless. He was immortal. He could do what he wanted.

Because nothing enslaved him anymore.

He had no rules to follow.

He didn't have to listen to anyone.

He didn't have to work for anyone, he didn't have to protect people even at the cost of his own happiness and life.

He could finally do whatever he wanted.

He didn't even remember what it was that kept him attached to the human body.

Ah...

You always held him. And he wanted you to keep holding him like that.

You kept him happy as long as you were with him... His happiness, his love...

So he will take what is important to him with him...

It will hold it even tighter. And he won't let anything take that away from him.

As a curse, he had no limits.

There wasn't even a chance that any sorcerer would defeat him. Even an entire army.

He saw everything. His energy was endless. He could control the universe. Every particle.

Instead of just knocking you unconscious like he did to you last night so you could sleep, he could enter a human sleep. To the human mind. Which he never wanted to do to you.

He could practically destroy the whole world with one move. Without any effort.

But why won't he?

Because you linger in his heart.

And you must have a place to live.

Since he can do so much now, he will find a way to make you immortal.

And you can live together forever.

What he received only increased his love for you.

He already had everything. He just needed someone to be with him.

He could kill curses. He could do what he wanted with people. Because he wasn't the same man anymore.

Nothing was stopping him.

All he wanted was that you thought you'd be his forever.

Nothing will happen to you. You will always be safe and happy.

He can materialize his body. So he can be like a man. Everyone will see it.

That's why it means you won't feel alone.

Mastery over the smallest particle and atom makes him create a body for himself. He's like a human. Everyone will see it. You will feel it.

He doesn't have the body of a cursed spirit.

He is a curse on a divine level.

He believed it most that the strongest creature of the universes could not win against him.

His domain, his innate techniques. That's all it was. Probably so powerful that it's too much.

Because his mere play with small skills was so powerful to do something no one had ever been able to do before.

For your safety, it's better to live with the world at peace. So nothing that can hurt you.

And he might have been hurt by your leaving.

In your dream, he wanted to show himself so much.

Hug you.

But he wanted to leave you a surprise. To meet his body. So you can really touch him.

He looks almost the same as before. His human form.

It's all because he absorbed parts of his human body from the morgue.

Has anyone noticed? No.

The illusion created with his techniques worked perfectly.

It was enough to use the energy of his body.

Only to sit in the same body as always at home.

Waiting for you with a cup of sweet coffee in hand.

He was like a man. Even if it wasn't.

He could live normally. And no one could see that his humanity was over.

He was just waiting for you to come home.

And he was waiting for your cry of happiness.

When you entered the house your eyes were red from all the crying you were hiding under the hood of your sweatshirt.

You left in the morning, so you avoided unnecessary crowds.

And you also disinfected from the bus ride. You just paid for a taxi.

When the taxi driver asked why you were crying, all you could say was that you lost someone really important.

He wasn't mean enough to read your mind, or even try to.

He didn't want to test his skills on you.

What if one of them gets you hurt? Or worse...?

He knew exactly that you were crying. But he couldn't do anything about it while you were away.

When you see it, you will surely be happy.

He was excited when you grabbed the doorknob.

He turned towards the door as he sat in the chair.

His sunglasses on his nose.

His eyesight is now even sharper and more sensitive.

He saw you in the dark of the night when you were sleeping. He saw everything. He hugged you lightly as you slept.

So he could see you in a whole crowd of people from afar.

As you closed the door, tears flowed again.

You've come back to the emptiest house imaginable.

Without him, this house has no life...

Before you turned around, you rested your head against the closed door, crying loudly.

After all, no one will hear you here.

Nobody will comfort you...

Or so you thought.

When he saw your despair, he really thought that he could show himself to you right after he came back.

Because now you're a mess.

All your emotions... Your body.

you suffer.

He always tried to make you always remember him.

That's why it hurts so much right now.

Because you can't forget any of his smiles.

When you saw him at the funeral yesterday, he wasn't smiling.

He died the day before yesterday.

Yesterday was his funeral.

He had no family.

The people who came were his students, his former teacher, and his friends with whom he worked. And you.

The person who grieved the most was you.

You couldn't really calm down. Your heart ached.

You didn't know that right after the coffin was closed, his body disappeared. Like an illusion.

And the real Satoru was sitting nearby, disguised as a cursed spirit, even if he had a body. He just turned invisible.

He very much wanted to appear for all of you and make you not cry and not be sad. Especially you, who got the strongest sedatives from Shoko, but you still couldn't stop grieving.

All his smiles mingled with his pale, cold face you saw.

Now, if you remember all this, it's such an awfully painful feeling...

You turned around when you heard movement.

You looked up to see the man in front of you. Tall, white hair.

This is supposed to be your Satoru.

"Honey..." he called out.

"Toru..." you groaned with your eyes wide open.

You had dreams...

More tears flowed from your eyes.

What is in front of you now is your Satoru... And all you can see in your mind is his dead body...

You hate your mind.

Why is he giving you a clear picture of him as if he hadn't died?

Don't you suffer enough?

With a silent cry, you whispered denials to yourself. And the eyes were waterfalls of tears.

You immediately fell to your knees, curling up on the floor.

"Why.. Why are you doing this to me..." you groaned. "Just kill me already..."

He widened his eyes at what you said.

You really don't think he's standing here in front of you.

You think you're just hallucinating...

Do you really want to die?

He quickly walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your body.

"I'm here, baby." He said softly. His voice almost broke. He hated hearing you cry. He hated hearing you say you wanted to die.

He'd heard too much in a few days.

"...I don't want to live without you...! Satoru, take me out of this world! I don't want to live without you with me...!"

His hands wrapped tighter around you.

"I'm sorry I'm going to do this..."

"No! Don't leave me! I don't want to –"

Suddenly he pressed his lips to your forehead, erasing your memories. From now until the moment before his death.

He will have to do the same with the others. With all Jujutsu society. To make them think he was always alive.

Only some will be able to know that he is a curse.

Because his superiors wanted to charge you with his murder, he should kill them.

"How fast do you think I could kill all my superiors now? They wanted to hurt you... So I can hurt them. Therefore, I have infinite power. I have this for you..." He said as your brain was momentarily clouded after erasing those memories. "So come back to me as you've always been... Smile at me. I will never leave you again. Even for a moment."

"Satoru? Are you home yet?" You asked, snuggling into his chest.

He has yet to instill in you the awareness that he is no longer human.

And it won't be difficult. Because you love him no matter who he is.

Hiding it will be easy.

When using cursed energy, his sclera turns black and his eyes glow more. However, he can always wear something to hide his eyes.

You can see his face always.

And only you can see its true form.

"Honey, I'm a curse." he said hugging you.

"But you're the same..." you moaned snuggling into his chest.

"I am. I just need to show you something. I know you can keep a secret. I know because you are wonderful. You're so perfect. Only you can see it. The way I was reborn."

"I love you. I missed you." You said, kissing his jaw. "Are you okay? Are you comfortable with... You're not human? Is something hurting you? How did this happen...?"

"I'm fine. Too fine. It's perfect. Now I can find a way to give you eternal life as well. And we'll be together forever."

"It's not possible... I wish I could be with you forever. But this... How can I help you?"

"I want to be a curse. I have a human body. You do not feel? My heart is beating. It beats for you. Only for you. I live because I wanted to live with you. I just absorbed the energy after death. The fact that you missed me gave me a chance to come back. To continue to live with you, I chose this. And now... Now we can be together forever."

"Toru..."

"I love you... Now look at me. And promise me you won't be afraid."

You knew his body had changed somehow. Increased a little. But it was still your Satoru.

He's back from a mission. As a curse. But it's your Satoru.

He looks the same. He's the same.

You looked at him as he pushed you away.

His white hair was the same. The shape of his face.

He was a humanoid curse.

His eyes were very shining. Black scleras. But just as beautiful blue. Like a crystal. The color was a bit sharper.

Another one opened under his eyes. On the cheeks. And also on his forehead.

When he smiled, you saw sharp fangs.

On his neck, a black vertical Japanese inscription - 無限 - Mugen - Infinite.

On the right forearm - 無制限 - Museigen - Unlimited.

On the left forearm - 無敵 - Muteki - Invincible.

His plain black T-shirt seemed a little tighter across his chest and arms.

He was beautiful.

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked calmly.

"No." You responded by placing your hands on his cheeks. Watching out for his extra pair of eyes.

He smiled, taking your hands.

Then suddenly you saw his extra eyes disappear.

"But I honestly prefer it. More places on your face where you can kiss me." He said.

You giggled softly and kissed his cheek.

"I'll show you something else."

You saw a black circle appear behind his back, which seemed to show the stars. And six big eyes popped out of it.

Around the largest eyes circled six smaller eyes. Each eye had another six. And each smaller eye had six more around it, which were the size of human eyes.

You thought those eyeballs were made of crystal, but they weren't real. And so it was.

They were all beautifully blue.

"Do not try to look into the pupil when they are shining. You remember how my domain works, right?" he said bringing your eyes to him. "When you look in the middle of the eye when they shine more and seem to sparkle with the stars, they cause the same thing as my domain. I've tested it on curses I've encountered."

Why was he so beautiful. But if you met him and he wanted to kill you, you'd be scared.

Surely.

But he will never hurt you.

"Say you love my eyes please. I always love hearing your voice, mochi~."

"Must I?" You laughed with a small blush.

You don't want to increase his ego.

"I know you love my eyes." He said laying his head on your breasts as he looked into your eyes.

His black sclera contrast nicely with his skin, hair and eyelashes.

You ran your hands over his throat. After the inscription 無限 (Mugen). Enjoying the warmth of his skin.

"I love you." He said purring.

Then his body shrunk slightly, the marks on his body disappeared. His sclera turned white. But the crystal blue was the same.

The eyes behind him evaporated. And you stayed with him as if he was still human. But he is not.

Now he can do more. You can. You can live together as you like.

And no one will ever threaten you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jujustu kaisen #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo #Curse Gojo #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader #gojo angst #gojou satoru x reader #angst with a happy ending #angst with fluff #angst with comfort

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sciderman · 3 months

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Usaually I don't bother, but I'm writing to you because i have looked up to you for a long time. I don't need you to respond, maybe even prefer if you won't, but your last post was a big blow for me.

I'm an israeli.

I was born here. My mother was born here. Her grandmother was born here. My grand grandmother fled here after the holocaust.

And you knkw what? You don't have to agree with the israel goverment, i mean if you'd look it up you'll see that almost no one here supports our current goverment. I wish i could sit with you and talk about the conflict and explain that it's nit really black and white as tumblr would like to believe, but i don't think that's a possibility.

But writing that we are "white settlers" is just... god. It's a lie. Not even just antisemtic lie, becuase 20% of israeli citizens are actually arabs (both muslims and christians). most of jewish populations are not even "ashkenazi" jews.

The interent currently is not a very reliable source of history (like, i've seen people claim we should call tel aviv "ahuzat bait" since it is its arab name. It's not. It's in hebrew, and the name of the first street if tel aviv when it was legally bought)

And if you ask why not let all the middle east countries participate in the eurivision - actually they let them. They just decided the quit when israel joined.

Again, I'm writing becuase I'm hurt. You can dissmiss it if you want, but i wish you wouldnt. Again, you dont need to post it or respond, i just wish you will think twice about what you hear or learn about a war the happens to other people, and doesnt affect you at all (some of us - on both sides - are actually afraid of dying).

Peace, love, and mostly peace.

oh bless you anon - i hope you're okay with me posting this, because i wouldn't be able to respond otherwise. i admit entirely i was being reductive - i haven't spoken a lot about this issue here because i'm afraid of letting emotion get the better of me, when i know how morally complex this issue is. i was being reductive - and i absolutely know there are a lot of israeli-born jewish people who are native to the land. and i know there are a lot of jewish people in israel who are against the occupation. and i know there is a huge population of israeli citizens who are against their government because the government is lying to their citizens just as much as they're lying to world.

but there is an image that the leading powers in israel want to paint to the world - the one they show in eurovision and any media presence (which they pour ungodly amounts of money into) - and it's of a very western, palatably white israel. i really would like you to know that when i refer to "israel" i refer only to the ruling powers that govern it - not the citizens that live there.

israel doesn't want you to see iraeli-born jews who are critical of their government and actually have been living peacefully alongside the muslim and christian population of the land for hundreds of years before the occupation. israel doesn't want to showcase that narrative, because that would show that actually the nation could've been peaceful and have equality for all it's people the whole time (because they've been doing it for HUNDREDS of years prior) and there was no reason to expel palestinians from their homes.

in eurovision, wants to show that israel has established this land and made it pristine and beautiful and countries should invest in this cosmopolitan utopia and new western culture that is so divorced from it's native people and it's history. palatable. marketable. clean. no war crimes here.

there's an unfortunate power imbalance in the world - and that's that some nations have the money and the power to curate and maintain a spotless public image - and other nations can't afford to keep the lights on in their hospitals.

i really love and appreciate you for coming into my inbox, anon. i think it's really brave and i really appreciate your voice and appreciate people like you. i know israel is a terrifying place to be right now - particularly for people who are critical of the government, you're under threat from both sides - you're distrusting of your own military, and there's the very real threat of hammas too. and i'm so, so sorry you're in that place and in that situation. and as someone who's born there, and your family being there for generations, the question of escape isn't as simple as settlers who can come and go freely. but i really, really hope you're safe and can stay safe. i'm so sorry your family went through all that you did, and that your family escaped one horror for another. this isn't the kind of world you should live in - and i'm praying that positive change will hold the israeli government accountable, and force them to prioritise their people.

not their "image", not how much power and money and land they hold. people. people - both israeli and palestinian, deserve to feel safe and heard and have a government that will protect them. it's the duty any power in the world should have to their people. and i feel like - if we deprive israel of their magical power to appear good and pristine and progressive palatable and clean of all blood in the eyes of the media - if we rob it of that, then they'll be forced to address these real problems within their government. they'll be forced to make amends. forced to apologise, and gain the world's favour again through real positive change.

i'm praying you're staying safe, anon. i really, really hope you and your family are safe. thank you so much for your message, and i'm sending you so much love from across the borders of the world.

#sci speaks #free palestine #i really appreciated this message anon and i love you so much #also i'm arab and (as the stereotypes perpetuate) prone to anger. (it's not true. i'm a lover.)#i don't talk about this a lot because i'm afraid of ensuing debate and also afraid to spread misinformation. i feel that's irresponsible.#i know that the only way to resolve conflict is being careful and considered and. not inflammatory.#but it's a lot that has been bubbling up inside me for a really long time.#and a sci will say something stupid at some point. inevitably. so a sci tries to say very little. unless it means something.

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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MC: Hm? What are you doing here, my lord?

Diavolo: *chuckles* You don't have to address me formally. Just call me Dia.

MC: ...

MC: So Dia, what's your business here?

Diavolo: I've come here to watch the pageant. I heard it's going to be interesting.

MC: I doubt it would.

Diavolo: Oh?

MC: The prize isn't worth it.

Diavolo: *chuckles* I'll grant you a better prize, the best even if you manage to win.

MC: Hm. I'll pass.

Diavolo: Aww... That's unfortunate.

Simeon: Not at all. I think they just know that there's a catch to it.

Diavolo: Ah, Simeon. I almost didn't recognize you.

MC: *glances at Simeon's outfit and frowns a little*

MC: Why are we matching?

Simeon: I'm your partner and I have to show that.

Diavolo: ...

Diavolo: Anyway, I think the competition will start soon. Good luck, MC.

MC: Thanks.

Diavolo: *walks off*

Simeon: *hooks their arm with his* Let's go?

MC: You don't have to cling on me.

Simeon: I must. Especially when you're being somebody's target. *gives Maddi a side glance*

MC: ...

Maddi: *smiles at them*

Mammon: *in the crowd* Bruh! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!

MC: *looks bored while waiting for their name to be called*

Belphie: *giving Simeon a death glare*

Simeon: *smirks at him* *wrapping his arm around MC's waist*

The host: And now for our one and only concubus-! MC!

*the crowd cheers*

Mammon: *being the noisiest* Drop em' dead!

The host: How are you feeling today?

MC: So-so.

The host: ...

The host: *laughs awkwardly* Looks like our dear contestant isn't feeling any pressure!

MC: Of course. After seeing how the other contestants are being incompetent, being pressured would be just a waste of my time.

Maddi: Excuse me? I think that statement is quite despicable.

Maddi: All of us here are giving our all to showcase our beauty and talent.

Maddi: And I'm not sure why you would say that others are incompetent.

MC: You're yapping because that includes you.

Maddi: ...

The other contestants: *snickers*

The audiences: *sounds of amusement*

Maddi: *smiles* Of course not. Maybe try to be respectful next time.

MC: Sure thing.

Simeon: *whispers to their ear* You're doing great.

MC: I don't need your words of affirmation.

Simeon: *smiles*

Belphie: I will kill that bastard.

Mammon: Bro, you need to chill.

Mammon: MC-! *runs and jumps on them* You won, bruh!

Mammon: And Maddi was just 2nd-runner up!

MC: You're happy now?

Mammon: *nods* Hm! I'll treat you somewhere!

Simeon: No need for you to do that. MC will go with me after this.

Mammon: Er...

Diavolo: I'm afraid they won't be free to go with you either, Simeon.

Simeon: How so?

Diavolo: Even if MC won the pageant, I still need to discuss with them about the behavior they've shown in front of the crowd.

MC: So it was against the rules, huh?

Simeon: Are you sure it's only a discussion?

Diavolo: Yes. I assure you. *smiles*

Maddi: Diavolo-!

Diavolo: *turns to look at her* Oh, Maddi. I didn't know you stayed. I thought you left.

Maddi: *seething in anger but forces herself to smile* I was surprised with the quality of the pageant this evening. It wasn't like this before.

MC: Yes. Because before your magic was a plus factor.

Maddi: Shut up!

Maddi: *looking at Diavolo again* Please tell me you're not taking interest on this good-for-nothing concubus!

MC: *leans to whisper to Mammon* Is that how people describe me these days?

Mammon: Nah. "Bitch" is still common.

MC: Ah. *nods*

Diavolo: Maddi, it's none of your business on whoever I feel attracted to.

Maddi: ...

MC: Ouch.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me maddi #a hell of a relationship

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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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I hate hate hate having to talk about this stuff because I know 98% of y'all are not the problem, and the remaining 2% are probably not going to care in the slightest. but I need to set some boundaries and explain why I'm getting frustrated before any more resentment builds.

I've been writing for cillian murphy characters since july 26 when I posted 'thoughtless', since then I've released well over one hundred thousand words of content for him. I'm not exaggerating, I counted. it's been five and a half weeks and I've posted 14 full-length one shots which means I'm posting more than twice a week. that's not even including drabbles/requests.

I'm getting concerned that this has set a precedent that people are holding me to and I'm getting annoyed by the entitlement in some of my asks and comments.

first things first, and I know nobody means anything bad by this but it's pissing me off: stop using the phrase "full smut" in your requests, it's driving me crazy. this started abruptly after I posted a bunch of drabbles in one sitting based on y'all's ideas and requests. I did that as a way to try out new ideas and appease people who hadn't had their concepts written about yet. instead of people being happy with what I wrote for them, people got frustrated that the drabbles were drabble-length and not thousands of words long like my full fics (which take me several days to write, rather than an hour or less which is the point of short requests). ever since, people won't stop coming into my inbox talking about making a "full smut" for a certain character or idea as if they're terrified that I'll only post something short. I usually don't post short things. I feel now like those drabbles were a colossal waste of time because all they did was make people afraid I wouldn't write longer stuff; I wanted to open requests again because I had fun, but now I feel like it's a bad idea because it'll just leave people frustrated when they see it's not whatever a "full smut" is and then tell me it's incomplete and I need to write more. a short drabble can very well be a complete story. stop asking for "full smut" PLEASE. just tell me what you're interested in reading and trust that, as the author, I will tell the story in the correct length of time.

secondly, the way people are asking for stories about new characters is getting out of control. I think you guys don't realize that I only post less than half of the asks I get, because they are so repetitive and constant. I have literally over 2000 unanswered asks currently. if I answered all the asks I received, I would lose followers because it clogs the dash and half of them are the same questions.

and I'm just gonna say this one explicitly: please stop asking me to write for cillian's character in the movie 'anna'. I'm not saying that I won't or that I don't want to. but I need you to understand that I get easily 3-5 asks a DAY about this character and I am exhausted. I'm not particularly interested in watching the movie. not only does it look like it's probably just not that good, but on a very personal note, I am in recovery for an eating disorder (and relapsed recently) and I just... don't wanna watch a movie with a runway model in the leading role right now. I'm sorry if that feels like body shaming or something but I've been waiting until I feel like I can watch it without feeling sick or enraged. it should come as a surprise to no one who is familiar with my work that I'm not a particularly mentally healthy person. but that's only part of it; I answered asks about this character for a while saying I wanted to write for him eventually, but I had to stop because people just asked about him every day anyways without reading my very recent posts with the same question. I'm still not ruling it out. I'm just warning you guys that it will be a while.

people are now commenting requests for new characters ON MY CURRENT FICS FOR UNRELATED CHARACTERS. how entitled and dense do you have to be to do that? I can't believe this has to be said, but comments on my fics should be... related to the content of the fic you're commenting on.

to be clear, I'm not mad at anyone for doing this stuff (except that last one, that's unforgivably ridiculous) because I think the intentions are pure. but now that I've explained why this stuff bothers me, I'm asking you to put a little more thought into how you phrase your questions and comments. to be clear: for the most part I feel incredibly supported and appreciated here and I've been very impressed by this fandom's ability to not be morality police and manage their own content consumption. a lot of you have reached out with concern about the speed at which I was producing and I totally understand and value that. I honestly think I can keep up that pace for a little while longer... I just wanted to explain why I'm getting a little irritated and hopefully decrease the amount of asks I get repeating the same two or three things.

so, tl;dr -- I've been having a lot of fun writing and I plan to keep doing it as much as I can. some people are spoiling the fun for everyone by being (usually unintentionally) entitled and impatient. I don't mind you guys showing enthusiasm for things you'd like to see from me, in fact it's helpful because it tells me what might get a good reception. but please be thoughtful in how you make these requests and please support what I've already written if you want to see more. I think non-writers have a hard time understanding how inspiration works (hell, even writers don't really understand it in ourselves lol) and so it kinda just seems like if I can write about one thing I can write about any thing. but I only write so much and so fast because I write what speaks to me and not other people's ideas. again, thank you so much for all the love and support this past month!!

p.s. I also get asks multiple times a day asking when I will post a fic, especially if I've announced it. I always post fics between 4 and 5 PM central US time. I would recommend calculating when that is for you and I promise you'll find me posting very reliably at this time on days I have fics announced. hopefully this saves us all some trouble in the future lmao

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httpsdana · 4 months

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First Of Many~Rasmus Højlund

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

haven't been here for a while but when Rasmus scored i knew I had to write a fic for my baby @utdmount. Anyway, happy new year everyone I hope you all have an amazing year with your family and friends 💕

you can request from my prompt list

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players/drivers i write for

People be wishing to be siblings with a football player, but no. y/n didn't really like the attention from being Diogo Dalot's sister.

Aside from that she hated the rules her brother had put regarding his teammates which are obviously 'you can't date any of them' or 'stay away from my teammates. they're trouble'. Obviously she didn't listen to him and befriended most of them. But a specific young Danish player caught her eye and had a soft spot in her heart.

After a few sneak outs and secret dates, Rasmus finally asked her out. They have been dating for about 2 months now, and of course without Diogo knowing. She didn't want to freak him out and thought that maybe he would try to break them apart.

He was always afraid she would get hurt, so he was overprotective when things come to his sister. Especially after the awful treatment they both had from their father and the trauma it had left in their lives.

The only part y/n liked about being a football sister was the free passes to the matches. So there she was at Old Trafford next to the wags of the Manchester United players. She was here as the sister, but secretly a wag too.

Yes she had the 'Dalot' jersey on, but her 'Højlund' one was in her bag for good luck. She knew Rasmus was struggling recently and that's the least she can do for him.

The first half of the match against Aston Villa was simply awful. The team conceded 2 goals in the first 30 minutes and the crowd was disappointed to say the least.

The last 10 minutes of the first half were a bit better as the team was more controlling and dangerously close to scoring at least one goal before half time. It didn't happen though.

y/n slipped out of the box and to the lockers where the players would be. Diogo was the first one to see her. He was confused but glad he saw her.

"hey what are you doing here?" he asked her, giving her a small hug

"just came to check on you and the guys. I know you will do better in the second half" she smiled softly at him. He smiled back before he was called by his coach. y/n's eyes scanned the room until they landed on a sulking blondie, a pout on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

She smiled at his silly expressions and walked to him, looking over her shoulder to make sure her brother doesn't see her. She sat down next to him making him look up. He smiled quickly and sat up.

"what's with the pout?" she asked, making him sigh

"we were so bad out there. I don't know if the coach is even gonna keep me on the pitch anymore this match." his head dropped into his hands while his elbows rested on his knees. y/n looked up, noticing Diogo was out of sight. She placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it gently.

"you know that won't happen. The coach has faith in you and so do I and the fans. We know your time will come soon you just have to wait for your time to shine my love" she raised her hand to his wet hair, stroking his head with her fingers

He smiled up at her, laying his head on her shoulder. Her body tensed up a bit, but when she noticed they were the only ones left in the lockers she relaxed a bit.

"I'm gonna try to score for you" he mumbled, making her smile

"you better" she said jokingly making him smile

He got up and took a deep breath. She got up too, before he pecked her lips a few times.

He pulled away and smiled down at her

"for good luck" he murmured making her chuckle. She pushed him away slightly, the smile still on her face

He walked out of the locker room, while she aited for a bit before leaving too. As she stepped out of the room she saw Diogo standing there with raised eyebrows. Her heart dropped as she thought he heard or saw her and Rasmus inside.

"what were you still doing in there?" he asked suspiciously. She gulped looking everywhere other than his eyes

" I-I was just fixing my make up" she stuttered nervously

He eyed her body language, knowing that she was lying but he didn't say anything as the game was about to be resumed.

She let out a sigh of relief when he walked away after his name was called, but she had a feeling he'll be asking her more questions after the match.

She went back to the box where she was sat as the whistle for the second half was blown

It was an amazing second half. The first goal by Garnacho was an offside, but it only fueled the players more with the desire to at least get a draw.

About 10 minutes later Garnacho scored again. a real goal this time. Again, minutes after he scored the second. The atmosphere in the stadium was vibrant.

y/n was so excited that they managed to score two goals, but was a bit sad for her boyfriend. She still believed in him, until the minute 82. Man united got a corner.

After Bruno shot it, it reached one of the opponents defenders, but he didn't manage to quite control, leaving the ball in front of Rasmus. He shot the ball with all his strength and no hesitation.

It hit the post and then the net. y/n screamed from her seat. She started yelling with all the fans behind her and clapping as hard as she could.

She had tears in her eyes because of the pride she felt at the moment. Rasmus celebrated his goal with his teammates and his fans.

When he was left alone in front of the fans, he did a heart shape with his fingers and then y/n's initial after that. When y/n realized what was happening she smiled and blew him a kiss, only for him to blow her another one. She smiled widely and sat back in her seat, blushing furiously at this dedication.

The match ended with a brilliant comeback from the boys. y/n walked down with the other wags to the pitch. Running over to her brother. She was about to hug him tightly with a smile on her face, until she saw his furious expression.

"what the fuck was that y/n? you're really going out with Rasmus?! After i told you one hundred million fucking times that you're not allowed to date any of them?! you thought I would believe what happened in the locker? you two were in there alone! I'm not that stupid!" his yelling voice caught her off guard. The yelling only bringing back some memories that she didn't want to remember. Her dad.

When he used to yell and scream at her and Diogo. When he'd slam a glass or a vase on the wall right beside their heads. Her breath got caught up in her throat, her eyes tearing up while she placed her hand on her chest. Diogo didn't seem to notice it and continued his screaming fit.

But Rasmus noticed. He ran from where he was next to his parents to y/n. He knew all about her issues with her father. He knew all the trauma and fear he had caused to her. He pushed Diogo away and covered y/n's ears, pulling her into a deep hug.

"what the fuck Diogo? you know how she gets when being yelled at. Why are you doing this?" he said as calmly as he could. Diogo ignored him and continued his yelling

"who the fuck do you think you are?! you're fucking with my sister? really? that's so low of you! how could you?!" Diogo only raised his voice more, making Rasmus tighten his grip around his girlfriend that was still crying in his arms.

"please stop. for your sister not for me" Rasmus said in a calm voice.

Diogo's face softened when he looked at his sister, when he heard her low sobs into her boyfriend's chest. Only then he realized what he has done. Not only that, but he realized that Rasmus had managed to calm her down a bit, in a way he could never do.

"I'm sorry. oh my god y/n I'm so sorry. please forgive me" he tried grabbing her shoulder to make her look at him, but she only tightened her grip around Rasmus.

"I think it's best if you leave. you know she'll come around when she's feeling better" Rasmus said

Diogo was disappointed in himself but only nodded his head.

"I'm sorry man. I just realized how much you two mean to each other. And I'm sorry again y/n. I hope you forgive me" he kissed the top of her head and patted Rasmus' back, before walking away from them.

" hey sweetheart, let's go home shall we?" he said in a low calm voice. She only nodded her head and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, burying her head deep in her neck.

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twistmusings · 1 year

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i'm finally requesting the last part of the 'leading up to a kiss' series, this time for diasomnia. i feel a little emotional, i adore this series so much! of course, all of your works are lovely, but those pieces were the ones who truly made me fall in love with your blog. thank you for writing this! 💗

It has been very fun to write! I technically think I may have skipped Pomefiore so that may be something I write down the line, but for now this is the finale! Im so glad that you were here to join in on this ride with me!

Leading up to a Kiss - Diasomnia

CW: Malleus waxes poetic.🤢 (Otherwise none)

Malleus Draconia

Malleus, being a prince, has rarely ever had reason to be afraid of anything. He's always been surrounded by people who would lay down their lives to protect him and make sure he can return home to rule Briar Valley safely, and he's never felt unsafe for even a moment with his attendants at his side.

And yet... he feels more vulnerable in this moment than he has in his entire life, looking at them. He knows-- has known that he is in love with them, and he finds himself underprepared for how raw it feels to know love like this. He's always assumed love was the way they described in story books-- unproblematic and easy-- and he's finding that he's woefully underprepared for it not to be that way. He knows that if they reject him, he would be hurt. Devastated, more than likely, and while he might heal with time, a resource he has in plenty, he can't help but to feel afraid of the possibility that they will turn him away now.

Now, when they're the person he trusts the most. When he believes he could trust them with something as delicate as his heart when he's been told to be careful so, so many times before.

He's struck by how beautiful they are as they stand there, smiling in the moonlight and looking skyward to see the stars. It seizes his chest, pulls it tight and steals his breath as he looks at them.

Maybe it's the fear that spurs him. After all, while he has more than enough time, he knows that if he is to dedicate his love to them that they are not so lucky. Knows the hurdles that will come with it, but in spite of that he can't help but to feel overwhelmed with how much he cares for them.

It's gentle-- feels to Malleus like he's moving in slow motion as he crosses to them. They look at him, and their smile goes affectionate. Malleus feels it in his throat, but he's already decided his course of action and now is no time to be paralyzed by nerves. He gently rests his hands at their elbows, giving them plenty of time to back away should they want to.

When their lips finally meet, it's gentle and nearly dream-like with how it makes Malleus' head swim. It's like it soothes something inside of him that screaming beast inside of him that screams at him that he's not someone they would want. And its incredibly warm. He finds he's never felt quite so at peace as he has in this moment. Perhaps they won't mind if he, selfishly, wants to linger just a little longer...

Silver

Silver is awoken by the feeling of sunlight on his face, and when he finally opens his eyes, he finds that he has to squint against the brightness while he tries to get his bearings on his surroundings. He lifts his hand to block the light enough to see, and when he does, he sees their face smiling down at him.

He groans, frowning.

"It happened again, didn't it?"

"It did. Hopefully we can find something to help soon, Silver. In the meantime I thought you could use a little company while you napped."

Silver blinks slowly, watching them closely. It had taken him this long to realize that his head had been propped up on their lap, and their fingers have been slowly stroking through his hair the entire time he's been trying to pull himself out of slumber. Despite his face being an impassive neutral, he can feel the way that his heart thrums in his chest, flustered. They were always so gentle with him, like he deserved to be looked after like this. Waking up and the first thing he saw being their face did something to him, it really did.

"I appreciate it." Silver says, measuredly. He adjusts so that he's sitting upright, though his gaze lingers on them for a moment longer. They don't get long to realize that he's debating with himself before he leans in, pressing a fleeting-but-firm kiss to their mouth. It's barely a moment, but there was no question that it happened. Apparently satisfied that he'd properly demonstrated his feelings, Silver gets to his feet and doesn't mention it again... at least not until he does it again later, when they have more privacy.

Sebek Zigvolt

He's been teaching them how to defend themself. They'd always shown a keen interest in it, and Sebek had received no small amount of teasing about how soft he was for the human who was so curious about what he did to train. Lilia often found it quite humorous how soft he would be toward them in comparison to Silver.

Well, naturally. Silver had learned how to fight from the best of the best-- Master Lilia himself-- he couldn't expect the human to know how to handle that from go. Besides, weren't most humans pretty frail anyway? There would be no sense in going all out and injuring them...

And then they threw him for a loop. He finds himself thinking, halfway between the air and ground, that this is not what they had practiced at all! Instead they'd gotten a grip on him about his waist and had leveraged his center of gravity to throw him. He's... impressed.

He lands hard on his back, knocking all of the wind out of him with a punched-out sound, and he stares skyward dazedly. How had they done that? They enter his vision upside down-- standing over him and smiling at him proudly.

"Did you like that, Sebek? I asked Lilia for some ways I could keep you on your toes!"

He blinks slowly, though they keep chatting at him about how Lilia had taught them the best way to get the advantage in hand-to-hand combat. He can't quite get himself to fully listen-- not with the sound of his blood rushing in his ears and the way that his heart is thudding in his chest. His face feels hot and if he could only get his wits about him he would probably have immediately assumed that he was dying, but--

"Sebek?"

This isn't... This isn't him dying is it? Oh shit. Sebek's brain is at war with his body because this is a human! He always questions his own mothers tastes. What kind of fool is he to be feeling like this toward a human?!

Regardless of whatever his mind is saying, Sebek's body is already moving on instinct. They kneel a little further down to check on him, and he finds his brain goes entirely silence when he meets their lips rather awkwardly at this angle.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia watches them play, arms crossed and smiling from where he stands in the aperture that opens into the kitchen. Malleus is smiling, and Silver and Sebek are arguing while they are smiling wickedly, wads of play-money grasped in their hands. They were surprisingly adept at getting the others in his little found family roped in to play.

It was so nice to see them all acting their age. They rarely got to, and Lilia loved nothing more than seeing them enjoying themselves. They had so much ahead of them that they should enjoy the relaxation while they can.

"I'm going to get more snacks. I had better come back in to find you both alive an well, you hear?" They laugh as they stand.

"He forced me to sell Small World lane!" Sebek barks, and Silver snickers next to him, immediately launching the two of them into another argument. It's sweet, really, watching them playing together the way they did as children.

They are walking towards him, and they smile at him, pausing as they hold their cup.

"Do you want to play too? We're going to have another round after this." They tip their head and smile at him impishly. "Or are you going to chicken out again?"

Lilia's eyes glitter, pleased.

"You're few hundred years too young to compete with me, friend."

"Is that so? What's the matter, you afraid I'll get a leg up on you? Or are you just scared to show me what you're made of."

Their banter is always like this, fun and engaging. And just a bit flirty. Lilia plays dumb to it most of the time, and he always finds himself so thoroughly charmed that they ramp it up because they think he doesn't realize.

"Just say the word and I'll be happy to give you a proper demonstration." Lilia's eyes hood and he laughs, and their smirk only grows.

"Is that so? I dare you."

Lilia has never been one to back down from a bet. Perhaps it's a flaw of his, but he has no plans to make a change now. Instead, he antes up and steps forward into their space with a confidence that people rarely expect from his sweet face.

He meets their lips heatedly, one hand finding the side of their neck and the other helping to balance himself against their shoulder. He tips his head, finding the way that their mouths slot together comfortably. He's far from shy, dragging the sharp points of his teeth across their lower lips and teasing the tingling skin with the tip of his tongue. They seem dazed when he pulls back, and he can't help but to grin cockily. After all, that had only been a preview of his full potential.

"You are so lucky that Silver and Sebek are arguing. Otherwise I'm pretty sure Silver would have just screamed." They manage to spit out in spite of their flusteredness. It makes Lilia laugh with his whole chest.

Oh yes. This little challenge he has posed is going to be incredibly fun.

#answered;;#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #silver #silver twst #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #sfw;;#fluff #flirting

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Hey! Thanks for the chance! The request I want to make is a Female Karna reader x gods.

Reader was a warrioress from India that earned the respect of the gods and received many blessings from them, but ultimately died in battle at the hands of one of her step brothers. Either way, she ascended to Valhalla as a Demigoddess, was accepted as a daughter of Surya and rules the Sun by his side.

She would be called to fight for the humans by Brunhilde, mainly because she was known in life as the Hero of Charity and won't deny any request for help. She will fight against one of the gods (it can be even ones that have already fought), having a golden armour that protects her from everything for a Volund. She'll win, surprising everyone with her skill, the divine blessings she had (mostly divine weapons) and the fact that her Volund wasn't one of the Valkyries, but her father himself.

Okay, for her personality, she may look rather cold, for her expressions is either neutral or serious, but she will smile when she's really happy. She doesn't think that others will be interested in her, since she's weird (because of her usual expressions), so she will be really dense if any god come to her because they are interested in her. Again, she's the Hero of Charity, so even if one of the gods invite her to go out or lay on her lap, she won't think much of it and do it because they ask it, unless the god tells her that he's interested in her romanticall, she won't realize they like her.

A god I want to see reacting to reader "not reacting" to his flirts is Apollo, because he gives me the vibes of a god that wants everyone's attention and like being the center of attention.

The way I kinda imagine her. Yes, I'm a Fate Karna fan. Judge me if you want.

Hope it's not too hard or too complicated for you. I'll be waiting for the post. 😘😘😘

Hello my love! I don’t know this character, but you wrote it in a way where I could write this request. I hope you like it!

-You were a beautiful maiden, honorable, strong, loyal, kindhearted, and lovely, you were a warrior and a proud one at that, only fighting to protect others, something that earned the respect of many of your peers as well as many of the gods in India.

-You were hardworking and passionate, always willing to help out others, and received many blessing from the gods so you would help and protect others, doing more good things.

-However, there were many who were jealous of your blessings and adoration from others, your older stepbrother was one of them, who always had something cruel to say, badmouthing you to whoever would listen, furious that he wasn’t like you.

-This jealousy boiled over when he killed you while you slept, stabbing you and killing you almost instantly.

-Your death was a big loss to your family and peers, who saw you as a saint, and the mourned your death for months, even years.

-When you arrived in Valhalla, you were heartbroken to learn that it was your stepbrother who killed you, weeping into your hands before a man, a god, embraced you, holding you close.

-He was so warm and comforting, introducing himself as the God of the Sun Surya, which stunned you out of your tears, your jaw dropping open which made him laugh and he immediately adopted you as his daughter.

-For your deeds on earth, you ascended to Valhalla as a demi-goddess, ruling over sunshine, helping your father with the sun, and you became loved and adored once again all over Valhalla due to your hard work and kind heart.

-You were usually neutral faced, stoic if you had to use a word, you smiled very rarely but when you did, people would melt around you. Surya learned that this stoic-ness in your personality stemmed from the betrayal of your brother, you were guarding your heart, afraid to be hurt again, but even after being hurt, you were still so gentle.

-Brunnhilde approached you to fight for humanity, despite being a demi-goddess and you immediately accepted, because you loved humanity, and you believed that the gods were doing wasn’t right and you were willing to fight.

-However, you weren’t going to be fighting alone, Surya approached you while you were preparing your weapon, dismissing the valkyrie who was going to be forming a Volundr with you.

-He smiled down at you, brushing your hair behind your ear, “You’re not doing this alone, Y/N.” your eyes widened as he embraced you and started to glow, fusing with you, creating a beautiful set of golden shining armor that looked like the sun.

-Many on both sides cheered for you, as you had proven yourself to many gods as you had been working so hard lately all over Valhalla.

-You were introduced as the Hero of Charity by Heimdall, before your opponent, a being of evil, Chernabog, was announced.

-You lifted your golden blade with sharp focused eyes and immediately charged in at the start of the fight, intent on eradicating this evil monster who you know has killed others just for fun.

-Your fight was the shortest, as you showed your combat knowledge, you were definitely not to be trifled with, but thanks to your moral code, you only fight to defend yourself or others.

-You had not been hurt in the fight, other than a small scratch on your cheek, and your father unfused with you and took you to the infirmary, worried about you but a brightly colored penguin band-aid did the job!

-After Ragnarok all those who were lost were brought back, much to your joy, feeling relieved that nobody was truly lost in this tournament.

-Once humanity was safe you relaxed, enjoying the nice weather, sitting under a tree before you heard a cheerful voice call out, “Y/N! I finally found you!” you turned, seeing Hercules coming up the hill to your tree and you gave him a tiny smile, greeting him.

-You were quite dense when it came to things like flirting, not getting the pickup lines, but many thought it was funny, but they weren’t upset by it.

-Moments later Hercules was beaming up at you, after he asked if he could lay his head in your lap for a bit which you saw nothing wrong with it.

-He reached up, pulling a leaf from the top of your head, twirling it, “So what were you and Apollo talking about earlier, if you don’t mind me asking.”

-Your eyes were full of confusion as you spoke, recalling the conversation, “He told me that I had two more wishes to make, now that he was there, before he called me a campfire and said he wanted some more of something, but he didn’t tell me what.”

-Hercules was quickly sitting up, roaring with laughter, slapping his knee, finding it hysterical that you didn’t get any of Apollo’s pickup lines.

-Hercules laughing only confused you more before he turned with a grin, brushing his hand along your cheek gently, cupping the side of your face, “He was flirting with you, badly.” You were a bit surprised to learn this, as you had never really dealt with something like that before.

-He smiled down at you, getting your eyes back on his and spoke, “Y/N, I like you would like to court you.” Your eyes widened, and he realized that talking plainly, right to the point, was the only way you would understand these types of things.

-Your cheeks turned a bit red, but you smiled brightly, looking like the sun and you leapt up into his arms, knocking him back which surprised him as he started laughing again, hugging you close as you gave him your answer.

-Sunya was watching nearby, a smile on his face, seeing you happy with Hercules, whom he approved of. No way in all of Valhalla was he going to allow you to get with Apollo, he didn’t want to see you get your heart broken again.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror heracles #ror apollo

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theseawakes · 2 years

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I really liked your teen reader moon knight story! I wanted to ask what you think the type of relationship the teen reader would hav Ewing Steven and Jake.

Thank you!!! Here's how imagine they would be

Jake:

We know Jake has the protector role so he would definitely be protective over teen!r, sometimes even much more than Marc and Steven.

He care for you despite how many times he intimidated you. He doesn't want you to be (((emotionally))) close to him seeing he is a dangerous man.

Jake was really scary at first, you first met him after he went ape shit and kill people in a mission so you had your first impressions, but as you get closer to him you realized that he isn't such a violent man he is on the outside.

He gives in to you rather more quickly than the other alters.

"Jake, can you give me a piggyback ride?"

"Aren't you a little bit too old for that?"

"But can I?"

"Sure, hop on."

Definitely sets the "no dating until you're 30" rule, but he would give you dating advices whenever he can.

"Now, Y/N, you should never date someone like that."

"Knowing you, I probably won't be able to date anyone, ever."

You asked him to teach you Spanish and he gladly accepted as his alters don't speak Spanish, which leads to you two having tons of inside jokes because neither Marc nor Steven knows what you were talking about.

He knows the best ice cream in town and would always take you there after a mission or simply a tiring day. He knows your favorite flavor and would bought you it if you weren't able to go there with him.

No one, and I mean, no one could hurt you under his watch.

Steven:

As of Steven, he would show his affection for you whenever he has the chance. He's comfortable being around you and so are you.

He would hold your hand when walking across the street, he would spend his free time with you doing whatever, he would comfort you with comforting words when you seemed down at the slightest. He's just the best.

☆☆☆ late night stargazing ☆☆☆

He has trouble sleeping and you can't sleep before it's late so you two would stay up until one of you fell asleep.

Sometimes you'd discuss a book, a movie, or poetry, anything to stay up.

You'd randomly popped up at the museum and silently judged Steven's co-workers for being rude to him, he tried to tell you that it's okay, but you never really stopped bcs Steven is too precious hashtag Steven Grant protection squad

He would buy you chips!! And chocolates!! And sandwiches!!

You once slept with your head on his lap and he's afraid to move without waking you up.

*Whispering* "Uh... Marc? What should I do?"

"Just get up."

"I can't, I'll wake them up."

*Marc sighed* "Put the pillow under their head as you do so."

"That's a good idea."

One day you almost gave Steven a heart attack when he came back to his flat and found Gus missing. A few moments later you came in with Gus inside a blender in your hand saying, "I took Gus for a walk! :D"

He'd trust you so much with Gus, you and Gus are basically siblings to him, his children that he needs to love and p r o t e c c.

Marc (bonus):

I'm gonna add Marc as a bonus because why not? (plus i think i kinda made him ooc on my last mk fic so let's count this as my attempt in characters study)

He's a jerk to everyone but you (and Layla (and Steven)).

There are times where you wanted to punch him but not even ten minutes later you two would be on good terms again.

*arguing* "I just helped you!"

"Who said I needed any help?!"

"You selfish– I hate you!"

"I hate me too, get in line."

"..."

"... are you okay?"

"No, are you?"

"Not really, can we order pizzas tonight?"

"Of course."

Marc used to be so against of having other people helping him in his business so sometimes he'd still be grumpy about you helping him, but deep down he's actually happy to have someone to count on aside from himself.

Surprisingly good at taking care of you somehow??? Like he shielded you away from his enemies well though it ended when they found out about you but still.

He's a tough guy but you have your ways to get what you want from him.

"Boo! Marc is no fun! Steven > Marc."

"Hey, take that back!"

"Nope unless you agreed to play in the arcade with me."

"... Fine, but only this one time."

He doesn't wanna look like he has a soft spot for you but he does and you teased him relentlessly for that

"Hurry up, Y/N, or I'll leave you!"

"You won't ;)"

"You're right, I won't but just be quick!"

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callsigndragon · 2 years

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 1: Driving home for Christmas

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman's backseater)

Wordcount: 1.9k

Summary: Y/n "Athena" Kerner and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider's matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings (to be changed in every chapter): mention's of Goose's death, constant bickering, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

A/N: SO. I SAID IT WAS GONNA BE A ONE SHOT BUT. HEAR. ME. OUT. I got these ideas that i have to write somewhere and good lord i am doing it HERE.

IMPORTANT CHANGES: When Iceman found he was sick, he retired from the Navy and tried his best to get better. He is not sick in this story. Also, Maverick NEVER pulled Rooster's papers. They have a good relationship here. Jessica is Iceman's granddaughter (she's five, yeah, a kid, i'm putting a kid and rooster in the same room please lord have mercy on me). Iceman lives somewhere where there's snow (idk a lot about USA geography so i'll leave that to your imagination)

A/N 2: I FORGOT TO SAY THAT THIS HAPPENS BEFORE TGM!

Tag list: @littlebadariell @xoxabs88xox @alexxavicry @tayrae515 @shrimping-for-all

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Your mom told you once that hate is a strong word and you should never use it. You looked at her, not understanding anything, and replied:

"Love is it too, why can I use that one but not hate?"

She never answered that question.

You grew up with that idea that hate was something you shouldn't feel. You could not like something, but hate? No, you couldn't feel hate towards anything.

How wrong you were.

You hated Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw with all your soul. Yeah, people love him, they are dying to be friends with him and the whole ordeal. But he walks around with an air of superiority and that stupid mustache. Who does he think he is? You know his father was a member of the Top Gun. Part of the elite. The 1%. But your father was too and you didn’t walk around like you were a god on earth. Your father is Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner. Back in the days he used to be Iceman’s RIO, and they were good friends. You heard the stories, you knew they liked to brag around, show off and prove that they were the best. But they respected the rules. Not like others.

Rooster and you come from way back. After Goose’s death, all the other pilots of the squad took Bradley as their own son, making sure that he never felt alone, he always had a male figure around. They taught him everything a father should pass down to his son. It was the right thing to do.

You understood that it was what it had to be done. But it became a problem when your father, who never had sons, only you, became more interested in Bradley’s career than in yours. He even insinuated once that women should not be allowed to fly. You’d always wanted to be a RIO, like your father. You admired him so much. But after that day, you changed your objective in life.

Y/n Kerner would be a pilot.

And you did, even though your father was slightly against it. You even made it to Top Gun. When you called your father to share the news with him, he realized how wrong he was for his comments and his opposition to you becoming a pilot. He apologized several times.

That didn’t make you hate Bradley any less. You two ended in the same class at Top Gun. During the first weeks he was praised by the instructors. Some of them even said that he should be the squad leader.

“Heard that, Kerner? I should be squad leader” said Rooster with a smug smile.

“Oh yeah, and when they ask you to think by yourself what are you gonna do?”

That made Rooster mad. He used the book because it was the way things should be done. Maverick had spent half of Rooster’s life telling him that the answers to all his problems weren’t in the book. But Bradley was too afraid to let that book go.

Eventually, the program ended and you were the second best. Maybe the book wasn’t so bad to follow.

You thought that you would never see him again after this. Well, maybe at Christmas parties in Iceman’s house or some Thanksgivings even. But you never expect to see him again at your new base.

And to be assigned as his wingman.

It wasn’t a secret that the two of you hated each other’s guts. You couldn’t even be in the same room without arguing. When flying, funny enough, you two focused on the mission and nothing more. You were a force to reckon and the best duo that some of the higher ranks had ever seen in years. No one would ever separate you. Even though you tried several times for them to change you to another pilot, it would never happen. You were too good for that.

Now you’re packing for your one-week leave. Iceman has invited your father and you to stay at his home for Christmas. The Admiral had a big house now, with lots of empty rooms in which you could stay. You know there are chances you’ll end up meeting Rooster there. It doesn’t matter, however. You’ll be with Uncle Ice and that’s the best thing about it all.

You get out of your house, lock the door behind you and go to your car with a little dance because you’re so excited about Christmas. It’s one of your favorite holidays. However, once you see a tall, blonde man leaning against your car, all your happiness disappears in thin air.

“Rooster, what do you want?” you ask, opening the trunk and leaving your bag inside. You weren’t one to carry many things, so you had enough with a bag.

“You know how much you love me?” says Rooster with a weird looking smile.

“Actually, I don’t” you close the trunk and walk to him.

“Can you imagine that you do?”

“I don’t think anyone has such a big imagination” you snort.

“Athena, c’mon” You know it’s serious. Rooster never uses your call sign. He calls you by your name or Kerner. You know, Athena seems like such a cool call sign but you actually got it from a pilot of an old show called Battlestar Galactica. Said pilot was some kind of robot or something like that. Yeah, they compared you to a robot.

“Okay, okay. What problem do you have, Rooster?”

“I need you to fake date me during this whole week”

You laugh so hard that you have to use the car as a support to not fall to the floor. Fake dating, really? What a good joke.

“Oooh, you almost got me there. Good joke, solid 10. Now, please move, I have to drive to the airport” you say, wiping a few tears away.

“I’m serious. Slider and Iceman are saying that they invited some random girl over for Christmas. They believe it’s time for me to start forming a family”

“...my father has teamed up with Iceman to find you a date? This is getting better” you laugh again, the situation so surreal that it feels out of a comedy movie.

“Yes, and it’s your father. Yours. So it’s your responsibility to help me” Rooster it’s getting impatient. He needs your help.

“How is it my fault? I didn't tell him to do-” your phone rings in your pocket. “Hold on a second”

You look at the caller. ‘Dad’. You fear the worst.

“Hello, Dad”

“Y/n, sweetheart! Are you coming today?” your dad is very eager to see you again. Since he apologized, your relationship with him has been better than ever. And you’re so grateful for it.

“Oh, yeah. I was just about to get in the car. Why?”

“Because I need to know if I can invite Lucas to dinner” he answers, like it is the most normal thing to invite a random person for dinner.

“Dad… who’s Lucas?” you look at Rooster, and he is frowning like you.

“Your date”

“MY WHAT?!”

Rooster is the one laughing now. You punch him in the arm to make him stop, but he laughs even more.

“Hasn’t Rooster told you that we are introducing him to a nice girl? Well, Tom thought that it would be awkward if he was the only one with a date”

“Dad, I don’t want a date” you complain, even though you know it’s useless.

“Honey, just wait until you meet him. He’s a teacher at Jessica’s school and-”

“I’m dating someone” you blurt, without thinking of the consequences of your words.

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“Because…” you look at Rooster, who now has a smug smile and he knows that you are going through all the possible choices you have. But you only have one. And it has a stupid mustache on its face. “I’m dating Bradley”

There's silence at the other end of the line. Then, your father yells Iceman’s name. “Come here you old man, they’re dating each other!”

“Athena and Rooster are dating?” Iceman’s voice comes to you muffled, but you can still identify the surprise in his voice.

Rooster takes your phone from your hand and presses the speaker button. “Hi, Slider. I’m here with your daughter”

“Oh my god, they’re really together” your father is in complete shock it seems.

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you before. It was supposed to be a Christmas surprise” you raise an eyebrow. He’s good at this.

“Rooster, don’t worry. My girl couldn’t be in better hands. I’ll see you at the airport. Have a safe flight!” he hangs up and Rooster gives you your phone back.

“Did they really try to play matchmakers here?” you ask, leaning over your car. You were laughing at him two minutes ago and now you’re fake dating him. Karma is a bitch.

"I mean, I can understand your father trying to look for a good man for you but me? Why?"

"You're everyone's son, Rooster. I've told you several times" you say, opening the door of your car. "Hop on, we're gonna take your stuff"

He points to his car. "I have it there. We're going in my car"

"What, why?"

"I'm the man, I should be driving"

"...did you really just say that" you deadpan.

"I don't know where that came from. Anyway, your car is tiny and the airport is one hour away" he explains.

"Your point?"

"I'm six feet tall"

"Oh, right. You’re a fucking giant” you get your bag from the trunk and close the car. “How’s the weather up there?”

“Haha, so funny.” says Rooster, rolling his eyes and leading the way to his car.

A few minutes later, once you’re on the road, Rooster speaks again. “We need to put our story together”

“Shit, you’re right… Okay, okay. We’ve been dating for a few months already”

“How many are a few? Because you’re introducing me to your father and that's really serious. Even if I know him already. Actually, I met him before you” he says, turning off the radio.

You should have accepted the date. It would have been easier. “Six months?”

“Seems good. Who confessed first?”

“You, obviously” you grab your phone and open the note app to write everything down. “I’ll send you the list later”

“Good, I’ll read it on the plane. And yes, I should be the one confessing here because you seem to be allergic to every human emotion” he jokes.

“You’re an idiot, you know”

“Honey, you’re dating this idiot for a week so you better start putting a loving smile on that creepy face of yours or nobody is gonna buy it”

“I hate you”

“Same here, princess”

“Don’t call me that”

“Sucks to be you, then. I’m gonna call you that all week”

You groan and hit him in the shoulder. “I’m not calling you things like that. Anyway, we know practically all the important things about each other. We’re basically together every day”

“Yeah, unfortunately”

You turn in your seat to look at him. “If you don’t stop I will punch you in the face and you’ll look really cute in this year’s Christmas photos”

“You’re very aggressive. Your call sign should be Grumpy”

You groan again, covering your face with the hood of your sweatshirt. How are you going to survive a full week with this idiotic, stupid, arrogant man? He can’t even behave for two minutes and help you plan the whole ruse. For fuck’s sake he can’t even go ten seconds without calling you names.

“Can you please take this seriously? You were the one who asked for it!” you plead.

Rooster looks at you for a second before moving his eyes again to the road ahead. “Grouchy suits you better” he states.

You grumble, throwing your phone in the back seat. This is going to be a very long week.

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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A little angel is also a demon part. 2

@ghosty1234 Here's your request for part two (^^)

Slight yandere! Gojo&Geto x yandere!reader

warning: Perverted Gojo, Mentioned killed

"Honey, how did you sleep?" You heard a voice above your head.

You opened your eyes slightly to see which one of your boys it was. Even after sleeping, you were tired enough that you couldn't tell them much apart. And you wanted to apologize to them for that.

You feel that you are lying on something soft, surrounded by warmth.

"Hello Darling. You finally woke up."

You looked at Suguru who was smiling at you. He was lying next to you, giving you his arm as a pillow.

"It's light..." you mumbled closing your eyes and snuggled into his shoulder.

"Yes. It's bright. You went to sleep on the train. It's morning already." He said kissing your forehead lightly.

"Where are we?" You asked as you felt some weight against your back as well.

"Elsewhere."

You turned your head to the side to look at the person behind you. The weight that pushed you more into Suguru was Satoru.

"Where exactly?"

"Far enough to live the way we want."

"But it..."

"What's that, (y/n)?" Geto asked.

"It's not fair... You should be at school right now. Hang out like you always do... You shouldn't be with me..."

Suddenly Geto grabbed your chin and lifted it to show his serious face.

"If you can show that you will do anything for us, no matter what, and no matter what your life is, we can do the same. Because of what you've chosen, you're going to be dead. And we chose that you live in exchange for our safe lives."

You felt tears come to your eyes.

"Hey! Suguru! Don't scare our little girl." you felt Satoru's grip on your body tighten and he moved closer to you. "It's okay now (y/n)."

You closed your eyes, placing your cheek on Suguru's shoulder.

Suddenly, his thumb brushed your eyelids, getting rid of small drops of tears.

"I'm sorry. It is not your fault. We chose it." He said stroking your cheek. "For you."

You opened one eye and looked at him, nodding slightly. Hugging him tighter.

"There's one more thing we got out of it." Satoru said putting his head above yours, making you feel his throat vibrate as he spoke. "Actually, that's a couple of benefits for us."

He started counting.

"We are free, without the rules of superiors, we have the opportunity to live as we want, even though they haven't cut off our salary yet."

Suguru nodded with a smile towards his friend.

"Once they find out and find us, we won't have to worry about fighting because we'll always win and we won't have to worry about killing anyone. And..."

"And?" you asked still lying there looking straight ahead at the gray t-shirt Suguru was wearing.

"And you will be ours forever. Nobody will take you from us. You'll always be just for us."

He shivered as their warm hands wrapped around his body.

You weren't afraid. You didn't want to pull away. You always wanted them to love only you. No matter what.

Now you see you're not the only one acting this way for them.

They are like that for you too. Crazy, uncouth. Capable of anything.

Just as you killed these people for them, they are prepared to fight for you. To kill....

You are not a demon among them.

You are still an angel to them. Judging by what's in their hearts right now. Judging by what's on their minds right now.

Their hearts beat faster at the thought that now they can have you and no one will bother you.

They love you even more.

You gave them a happier life than before.

They were happy with you. That you let them continue to love you more and more. That you didn't run away when you knew you were going to be killed. Because you were waiting for them. And you agreed to go with them. You agreed to have a new life with them. Why were they so happy.

As crazy as you are, so are they crazy.

"...I love you..." you moaned softly.

"We love you too." they said simultaneously, almost laughing at their synergy.

"...where are we?" you murmured, catching their hands on your body.

"While you were sleeping, Satoru got one salary and bought a house. Still on the train. We couldn't use techniques, that's why it took us so long to get here." Geto explained.

"Where are we now?"

"This is still Japan."

"Yes! Don't worry, we're not leaving the country. We can dye our hair! Suguru will have white and I will have black!" Gojo laughed.

"I'd look bad with white hair. No chance." He replied.

"I want you to stay as you are." You said running your fingers through Suguru's hair.

"We'll find a job. And we'll live our best life. I will remove curses from people. At the same time, I will collect curses. We must prepare for a possible war."

Satoru suddenly covered your eyes.

You don't know why he did it, since you heard what they said anyway.

"We won't have to fight. You know very well that they won't defeat us, and they won't even try. They're too afraid!"

"Satoru, take your hands off my eyes..."

"Nooo~."

"You're the same as you were..." You laughed.

"We need to treat you. And also celebrate our new home~." Satoru groaned suddenly getting out of bed.

You looked at his black clothes and smiled seeing him in such a good mood.

Suddenly he smiled strangely and took off his shirt. He knelt on the bed, watching what he was up to.

"Let's go take a bath." He said throwing his shirt aside. He untied the drawstring of his pants and took a step forward. "The last one in the shower gives a blowjob first!"

He suddenly started running to the bathroom as fast as he could.

You knew he might or might not be joking about it.

Then you saw that suddenly Suguru got out of bed and started running after him.

When you got up quickly, you didn't see them anymore. And you don't know where the bathroom is. You've never been in this house. You don't know where what is.

When you finally found them after some time, you noticed that Satoru was already sitting in the shower, naked, looking at you.

Suguru was standing next to him in his underwear, taking off his socks.

"I'm sorry (y/n). He was first and you're last." Suguru laughed as he finished undressing, simply grabbing his underwear and pulling off his hair tie.

"Okay, undress and come." The white-haired man said happily and waved to you.

"But you were joking when you left the bedroom, right?" you asked uncertainly.

"Well... if you think about it... I don't know. I just said that, but if you want you can start doing it." He gave you a mischievous smile.

You saw Geto enter the large shower cubicle and look at you as well.

You started undressing and then stepped into the warm water.

"Are you hurt somewhere? Are you okay?"

They both started looking at your body everywhere.

"Suguru?"

"There's nothing on your back." He said stroking your shoulder.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." you told them.

"That's good, little angel~." Satoru hugged you lightly, looking at his friend who was rubbing your waist.

"Satoru, but I'm not–"

He interrupted you.

"You're not an angel? Believe me, but to us you will always be an angel. Now we don't have to pretend who we really are. We don't have to hide. We can live where we want, how we want. Live as we really are. And you will always be a little angel to us."

You were their pride. After all, you made the superiors afraid.

And they couldn't make you suffer because of their fear.

So you are here with them.

You're ready to kill for them when someone annoys them.

They are willing to do absolutely anything when someone threatens you.

You are meant to be happy together, and you will be. Beyond the world of Jujutsu.

Beyond the rules that work for sorcerers.

And also beyond the reach of others who would try to tear you apart, kill you.

They won't start something they can't win.

Some time later you found out that you are still doomed to die at the hands of sorcerers.

Satoru and Suguru are accused of treason and are about to be caught.

But they are more legal than you.

Within a day, one person, who did not identify himself, asked them to work for them. You don't know who it was, but he wanted them to act as sorcerers still to kill curses.

He paid them a higher rate, gave them jobs.

You saw that it was someone from the world of Jujutsu who knew that without them the world could not cope. And without the knowledge of his superiors, he paid, gave specifics, constantly assured that he was trustworthy.

You lived your best life because of it. Just as you wanted. As banished people, someone who left the safe zone on their own.

Even happier than when you were at school.

You start a new life.

Also enjoying the support you get from the man giving them the orders.

Because your next assignment was brought to you by a little mascot. Smiling as it conveyed the sight to the man who smiled seeing you happy.

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Gilbert's POV. Ch. 8: I want to tame/to discipline Miss Bunny.

TW: Description of the deaths of minor characters.

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I remembered something I didn't like.

Albert: Listen, Gil. I'm on your side no matter what .

Albert: I promise. I won't leave you alone. So...?

Gilbert: Really....?

Gilbert: Would you really say "Welcome home" to me if I came back from Rhodolite?

Albert: Oh, naturally. When you say, "Have a good day," you must always be greeted with a "welcome home".

There was a lot of blood in Obsidian Castle at that time.

The fierce struggle of the older brothers for the succession/emperor's throne was so cruel.

Everyone who is entitled to the throne kills everyone who gets in his way in order to gain absolute power in Obsidian.

Albert, who was three years older than me, was no stranger/unrelated to the story.

It was at this time that my mother and Albert unexpectedly suggested that I go to Rhodolite for treatment.

The poor prince, who was sickly and about to die before the succession battle, was sent out of the country in secret....

It could have been the farewell of a lifetime in a court where deaths occur every day.

Albert: It's all right, Gil. By the time you get back to this castle, hell will be over.

Albert: I will greet you with a smile, so get well soon.

Mother: I hope you make some friends along the way. Gil is often alone. //It would be nice if you could make some friends while you're at it. Gil is alone a lot.

Mother: In Rhodolite you can make friends without worrying about your status, right?

Mother: Friends are a good thing. I know there will be a lot of hard times and a lot of fun times ahead.

Mother: When you have someone to share with, your heart shines brighter every day.

Mother: But you're sweet/kind and smart, but you're afraid to make friends... Aren't you?

Gilbert: Because..... a kid who befriends me might get killed, no?

Albert: You make friends, you just have to protect them. Because Gil is talented, he can do that much.

Mother: Besides, one cannot live alone. We definitely need someone to share our worries and our joys with.

Mother: Right?

Gilbert: ....OK, I'll do my best.

Albert: This rule. Eat lots of good food. Your health depends on the food you eat.

Albert: You're too skinny. Eat more when you can eat, like I do.

Gilbert: If I do that, I wonder if I can become as strong as you, Albert.

Albert: Yes, you can. You can run every day.

Albert and my mother both smile as warmly as the sun.

So I, too, smiled.

Gilbert: I'll come back stronger.

Gilbert: See you later.

And when I returned after my recuperation period, Albert and my mother welcomed me back.

Headless, with their heads recently severed.

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Luke: Hey, what are you doing!

Luke's angry shouts push the memories of the past into the distance.

(...Oh, I just did it.)

Miss Bunny hit her back against the wall as she lunged, and I threw her off with force.

Even though it happened suddenly, I had forgotten how to adjust the force.

(But it can't be helped, can it?)

Gilbert: What, Miss Bunny was in the way.

Luke: There is a better way to protect her.

Gilbert: Protect? Why should I protect Miss Bunny, who got in my way by doing unnecessary things?

The lives of many of the people gathered at Clavis' secret evening changed on Bloodstained Rose Day.

I assumed in advance that some of them would hate Obsidian so much that they would want to bite me.

(But I never thought Miss Bunny would try to cover for me.)

(...I wonder why you're trying to hurt my prey.)

MC: Ha…. hah…

Miss Bunny repeatedly breathes painfully.

She didn't give up, as if throwing away unpleasant and uncomfortable feelings.

(Seemed to need discipline/taming here.)

*The sound of a cane* I approach, Luke protects Miss Bunny.

Luke: Stop, Gil!

Gilbert: ...Stand back.

Luke: I'll never back down!

Even Luke, who should be more accustomed to killing than Miss Bunny, could see a faint trace of sweat.

As I watched him embrace the trembling Miss Bunny, I was reminded once again that I am a big bad guy.

Luke: Why are you suddenly so angry?

Gilbert: I'm not angry. It was just an unpleasant decision/completion.

Gilbert: Or maybe I didn't notice as much.

I threw a glance at the man and the knife lying on the floor. To me, accustomed to combat, this weapon is of little importance, but to Miss Bunny it is dangerous.

Gilbert: Do you have something to say?

(I hope you realize what a foolish thing you've done.)

I bring the tip of my cane to her eyes.

The beast of trampling/conquest is such that its killing power alone can rob you of your words.

In spite of this, Miss Bunny breathes in full-throated air as if she is trying to resist and trying to get up.

(━━....... I think this is the first time I've ever gotten such a cheeky response in return to bloodlust.)

MC: .....If you refuse to engage in dialogue... that's what's going to happen.

MC: I don't think violence ....is justice...

MC: An effort must be made..... to fill any gap.

Gilbert: ......

MC: Only violence.......is what you’re good at.

MC: And that’s what..the beast truly does.

(........)

Gilbert: .....Huh?

(I see, so that's what you're thinking now.)

(It's an obvious answer, and frankly, I don't care.)

Miss Bunny shows no signs of remorse.

(I was hoping to hear her defense of her stupidity in "covering for me".)

In this state, I don't even know where to direct my bloodlust.

Luke: That's enough, Gil. You're on the side of the weak, aren't you?

Luke: What are you doing threatening MC?

Gilbert: ......

(Luke says so, but .....)

(...What if I hadn't reacted sooner and Miss Bunny got stabbed?)

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Again and again, and again, and again, I remember that scene in my dreams.

Albert and my mother were accused of giving their opinion to the emperor in order to stop the dispute over the succession to the throne.

I don't need to ask now why they tried to stop the conflict.

It was to protect the sickly prince.

It was a life that was lost to protect.

As with Miss Bunny's stupidity earlier, she does everything without being asked.

(It is impossible to forgive/allow.)

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Gilbert: ….Hmm, that’s right.

Nevertheless, the bloodlust was gone.

Any further pressure would cause breathing difficulties.

(....The bad guys don't need intervention.)

Gilbert: Of course, that wasn't like me.

Gilbert: Sorry, I got upset when Miss Bunny did that stupid thing, right?

(Don't betray me, even you, my "friend".)

(I'm the only one allowed to kill my prey [you].)

Even after my bloodlust had passed, Miss Bunny kept shaking. Luke picks her up, and she disappears from the hall.

I never once made eye contact with Miss Bunny during that time.

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Gilbert's Masterlist

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Snatch

I couldn't find any Mickey O Neil x reader story so I wrote one

And since I like Turkish, the story is from his pov

Most people don't know that I have a sister.

Probably because I don't, nor by blood, nor by adoption. Nothing legal or signed on a stupid piece of paper.

But when people ask me, I tell them that I'm her brother.

Yeah, I don't know her name or her adress. So what ? My sister is special.

We met years ago, during a difficult time for both of us. I helped her, she helped me, we knew after that we would always help each other, and she became my little sister.

It was a surprise when I learned about her and Mickey.

I didn't even know that she knew about him, but my sister always knows eveything. She has her weird ways to always know when I'm in deep shit.

She met Mickey a bit after the first combat, and before Brick Top decided to do a barbecue with his mother.

Never told me about that, or at least not when he was around. Maybe she was afraid I would be mad and try to act like a silly big brother, maybe she just thought it was none of my fucking business back then.

But after the gypsies left, she told me.

I could tell it was hard for her. I think she liked him, even if she didn't use the word. My sister never uses words when it comes to things like that.

"I can't believe he knows my adress." she said while staring at the wall, finishing her beer.

Mickey knows her adress. I don't. Nobody does.

It meant something.

After everything that happened in her life, my sis has problems trusting people, men or women. Tommy and I are exceptions, but even with us, she has some limits.

God knows why, the fucking pikey was special. More than me. I'm not jealous. But he broke her heart for sure, and so of course I'm not pleased.

I could see her tiny fragile heart when she told me about their night, and when she came at the arcades months later.

"They're back."

She didn't need to say who. I understood.

What I didn't understand right away was this thing in her eyes. In her voice.

My sister never cries. Not in front of me, not in front of anyone, and certainly not for an asshole. But she was about to, because of him.

"He won't come here." I promised.

She told me I was a stupid optimist, and that I didn't know him. He was inpredictable according to her. So she avoided the arcades, and my place, and the city, and I didn't like that.

Of course I was ever more pissed when she was right and Mickey showed his face, saying that he needed money, he wanted to fight, and he was ready to do it for us since we were good fellas.

He seemed surprised when I refused, and a bit upset. That was easy money, for him and for me.

He was not wrong about that, this fucker was one of the best boxers I ever met, and I could become rich by working with him. But first of all, I'm already rich, thanks to Tommy and his weird dog which offered us a big diamond.

And most important, he hurt my sister.

He seemed even more surprised when I tell him that.

Oh, he understood better why I refused his deal, he did.

He's surprised, because he didn't think that I knew about him and my sister.

I can tell that he's an only kid, like me. I guess the girls at the camp are not talking to their father or brothers, keeping their things to themselves, so nobody would bother them with rules and comments.

I had no idea how to react the first time my sister opened my door, went on my sofa and started to talk about things I didn't care about, people I never fucking heard of, problems that were not mine, but something in my chest told me that it was important. That it meant something.

So I listened, like a good brother.

I asked her once if I was a good brother. She said I was not so bad. Maybe she has siblings, real siblings, I really don't know, but she said I was not so bad, meaning I'm pretty good.

And a good brother doesn't work with the fucker who hurt his sister, even for easy money.

Mickey seemed to accept that and left.

I told my sister, hoping she would come back, but she told me again that I was an idiot.

As always, she was right.

The gipsie returned days after, completely drunk. Tommy was alone when he arrived and had no fucking idea what to do with him, so he let him sit in a corner, offering a coffee and he waited for me.

I had no fucking idea what to do with him either.

The big brother wanted to punch him, but the selfish coward wanted to stay in one piece. If I started a fight with him, I had no chance to win, even if he was wasted.

So I just asked him what he wanted.

"There." he said with his awful giberish that I can't understand half the time. "It's far ya sistah."

He gave me letters. A ton of letters, with a name and an adress on them.

My sister's.

She told me about the adress, not about giving her name. I felt bad for reading it, because if she wanted me to know, she would have told me.

All the letters were sent from a different part of the country, and they all came back to Mickey, because according to the postmen, the person had moved.

I had an adress, and it was already useless. She had moved, right after Mickey left.

He told me to read. I didn't want a drunk pikey to be mad at me, so I did.

Mickey was writing better than he was talking. Maybe he was talking better when he was with her. I never asked her if she could understand everything he was saying, but she seemed to.

In all the letters, he was saying more or less the same things, that he was sorry, that he missed her, that he wanted to come back one day.

They didn't just spent a night. They talked about his ma. He liked having someone outside of the camp to talk about her, and about everything else. She talked to him too, about things that I knew, and things I never heard of.

"Sh's mad at me. Got that. But I miss her, ya'know ? Don't care bout maney n baxes. Here far her. Sh's was nace. Her smile, man… Like the sun, n the sky n all that. Can ya tell her ?"

I didn't want to tell her. I wanted him to leave for good, and my sister to come back and be happy again.

But in his eyes I saw what I saw in her eyes when the fucker was back in town. And he was not back to find a job, he was back because he wanted to see her.

Tommy said that it was cute. I told him to fuck off, and I tried to think. Then I decided that I was not good at thinking, and I gave the letters to my sister.

We met in a pub, and she stared at the papers, at her name, for long minutes, before looking at me.

"You read them ?"

"He asked me to. We don't need to talk about that. You don't even have to read this shit, or see him again."

"You could work with him again if I decided to forgive him."

"I don't fucking care, it's not about him or me."

She stared at me again, before taking the letters, going to another table to read them alone. I have no idea how many time it took her, because she didn't move when she was done, and I approached her like an idiot, not knowing if I could sit with her.

The thing in her eyes was back. I didn't like that. But she seemed less sad.

"What should I do, Turkish ?"

"You will do what you want, as always."

"You really can't work with him anymore if I don't forgive him."

"I got that part. I won't be mad."

"And would you be mad… If I decided to forgive him ?"

I hesitated. Maybe a bit, yeah, because this fucker was an ass who almost got us killed, but he was not a bad lad at the end, and he truly seemed to care about her, so I told my sister that it was not important.

"You will do what you want, even if I'm mad."

"Quite true." she said with a huge smile, and I saw what Mickey meant with the sun and all that. She's a true beauty, my sister.

A real menace too.

She went to the camp behind my back, with Tommy. He had no idea what she wanted to do, but when she asked him to drive her, he did, because he may not be her brother, Tommy is acting a lot like one with her. He has two little sis, it's easier for him.

The gipsies all stared at them, mostly at her, as if they were shocked but glad to see her, then they stared at Mickey when he went out of his caravan.

He stared at her, she stared at him, they all stared at each other.

According to Tommy, it was impossible to tell if you should laugh or cry in this tense situation.

Then my sister made the first move, because she always makes the first move.

"You can work for my brother." she said, giving a card with a number to the pikey.

"Thanks lave, 'lready have his phane."

"It's not his."

Everything changed immediately, and Mickey looked at the number as if it was the holy graal, then at my sister as if she was fucking Jesus, his eyes full of light and a big stupid smile appearing on his face.

My sister tried to keep a very serious face, but someone who knew her well could tell that hiding the same stupid expression.

When they were in the car, Tommy told her that it was cute. She told him to fuck off.

He was about to start when her door opened, and then Mickey was in the car too, his hands on her face, and his lips on her lips, and he kissed her during torturous long minutes for poor Tommy who didn't move, until it was necessary to breath for the three of them.

The fucker had an even more stupid smile on his face after that, like he was in heaven.

"Call ya t'night !" he said.

"You better !"

While going back home, Tommy didn't say anything, looking at the road. My sister told him to fuck off.

After that, if people ask me, I tell them that I have a sister and a brother in law. No idea where they live, and what they're doing most of the time, but at least once per week they're coming to my place to sit on my sofa and talk.

I have no fucking idea what he's saying, and I have no fucking idea what she is talking about, but I'm listening, and I see that Mickey is listening with as much interest as me, because he too knows that it means something, and so I think that it's not so bad.

#snatch #mickey o neil #mickey o neil x reader #mickey o neil fanfiction #brad pitt character

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