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venus-maneater · 2 years

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a loyal dog’s reward. | yan! criston cole

soft yandere / obsessed au

fem! targaryen princess reader

synopsis. the knight’s death wasn’t convenient, but at least now you knew the lengths Ser Criston was willing to go for you.

part ii.

note; this is an au where rhaenyra/criston never happened ! he is reader’s sworn shield. reader is written with targaryen features and is kind of a sick and twisted brat (we stan). ALL CONTENT ON MY BLOG IS FICTIONAL.

WARNING(s): possessive/obsessive tendencies, violence, minor character death, unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulation, age gap (reader is 19, criston is around 27), references to size difference, reader knows abt his tendencies and takes advantage of them, nsfw content but not full smut, allusions/references to sex, subby criston cole, dom-ish reader, praise-kink??, breeding kink??, mocking, usage of “dog”

“I know how you think of me.”

Do you really? Do you know how much he thinks of you, how he craves you? How he wants nothing more than to steal you away so no one else can ever see you again except him? He wants you to be his, only his. That’s all he wants.

“You can’t get me out of your head, can you, Ser Criston?”

He knows you emphasized his title on purpose; he was a member of the Kingsguard lusting after the Princess, and yet he couldn’t feel any guilt from behind the overwhelming desire he has for you. It’s not just lust, it’s so much more than lust. He wants you; mind, body, and soul. He wants you to look at him the way he looks at you. He wants to grow old with you and fill you up with babies. Babies that will have his dark hair and your violet eyes, or maybe even the opposite.

“You would do anything for me?”

Yes, gods yes he would. Ask for anything and its yours. Please, please, please ask something of him.

You’d noticed his peculiar behavior months ago, but you suppose it hadn’t gone far enough for you to say anything about it until now. You noticed how his eyes never left your figure if you were in the room, how he stiffened when you stood even remotely near another man, how he followed you around like a lost puppy. It was endearing at first, but tonight he had killed someone for you. Not only that, but he did it violently and in public. In all fairness, the hedge Knight was creepy and invasive, you didn’t like him. But Criston was a member of the Kingsguard, he couldn’t go around killing people just because he wanted to.

There was a tourney to celebrate your older sister Rhaenyra’s first pregnancy. She was married to Laenor around 6 months ago, so most of the family found it pleasant that she was already pregnant. Though, you knew it wasn’t Ser Laenor who was the father (or at least you assumed it wasn’t). You were rather close with your sister and her husband; you knew well what they got up to and what they didn’t. All was well for you, you found Ser Harwin to be a lovely friend.

Although Criston Cole was your sworn shield, you insisted he enter the tourney for the entertainment. Many had entered from all over Westeros, and your shield had always succeeded in physical competitions in the past.

“I’d just like to see you win.” You told him, batting your eyes. He was quick to obey your request at that.

Ser Criston received your favor right before his first round, and won the tournament just as you knew he would. A hedge knight from the Reach came in second place to your shield. He seemed nice enough and was a rather good sport about losing, but frankly he was annoying. He wouldn’t stop following Criston around, which eventually lead to him introducing himself to you as Tion Gracefeld. His presence didn’t bother you at first, but you could clearly tell how much Criston hated it.

After the event ended, there was celebration all throughout King’s Landing, so there was a bit of chaos on the short journey back to the Red Keep. Tion took advantage of this, trying to get closer to you. Of course, Criston was there to push him back each time, telling him “please give the princess some space” through gritted teeth.

His jealousy was a bit cute to you, so you let Ser Tion continue with his behavior. It wasn’t such a bother, but as you approached the castle, his words became less playful and more… sexual. Foul, even.

You couldn’t remember exactly what happened for certain, the violence was too quick, but you knew that he grabbed your arm before Ser Criston murdered him for it. The Dornish Kingsguard grabbed Tion, pulling him from you and throwing him to the ground. You were sure the beating was bad, considering it was enough for him to die from his injuries, but you refused to look.

Criston was eventually pulled off the man after a couple minutes, and now here he was. Sitting on the edge of your bed in front of you, hands and armor splattered in blood.

“Look at me.” You told him. You had to give him some credit, he listens to you so well, “Why did you do it? What made you angry enough to kill him?”

You could hear his breath hitch in his throat as you stepped closer, only to stop directly in front of him.

He took in a quick breath before answering, looking up at you with frustrated eyes, “He was talking to you like- like you were some… whore. There was no respect. He was trying— to touch you. I’m your sworn protector, Princess, I was only doing my job.”

He didn’t want you to know about his sick obsession with you, trying to hide it using his position as an excuse for his behavior. Unfortunately for him, it was incredibly obvious. You could tell how angry he still was from the interaction; his hands shaking, chest heaving, and jaw clenched.

“You know,” You started, looking down into Criston’s eyes and leaning closer to his face, “I didn’t really like the guy, myself. But you’ve gotten me into quite the situation. You should be charged for your crimes, I’m afraid.”

Even seated, he was so close to your height that you didn’t have to lean down much to meet at eye-level.

“I’m sorry, my Princess” was all that left him, drunk on the lack of space between you.

“That’s all you have to say?” You whispered, your breath hitting his lips. His pupils were blown impossibly wide, making you smile. As disturbing as this whole thing was, he was almost too attractive for you to care. Almost.

“I don’t want to be taken from you.” He whispered. He didn’t care that he killed someone, he wasn’t sorry, he just didn’t want to be forced to leave you. Tion deserved his wrath; he got too close to you.

You smiled slightly, standing back up to your full height. Using your knee, you pushed the man’s legs apart so you could stand between them. Your hands moved from your sides to his chest, “You won’t. I’ll fix it for you, I truly don’t mind. My father will believe me when I tell him Ser Tion was harassing me, and that you just stepped in to defend my honor.”

Criston gulped, taking in a deep breath to surround himself in your scent. He didn’t say a word.

Your hands slowly creeped up to his shoulders, then into his hair, “Do you ever think about kissing me, Ser Criston?”

His eyelids dropped slightly, the euphoria of your hands running through his locks reaching him.

“As your Princess, you’re sworn to tell me the truth.”

“Yes.” He closed his eyes, “Please, Princess. I am soiled with blood, I don’t want it touching you.”

“No? Then perhaps you should’ve exercised more self-control.” You quipped. Deciding to make things more difficult, you climbed into his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. There was a lot less blood on his legs than on his chest or arms, but you could still feel a bit of it seeping into the gentle fabric of your silk dress. Good thing you were wearing red.

His eyes squeezed shut even tighter. Self-control you had said. Was this a test? Did you want him to sit still? Then he would. His bloodied hands were balled up in fists beside him.

“You defend me fiercely,” You said. “kind of like a dog, don’t you think.”

It wasn’t a real question, he knew you were just mocking him for his behavior. You knew about him. You know how sick he is for you.

“My fierce dog,” You grinned, “protecting me from any man that speaks his filthy words to me.”

You were perfect, so perfect. His goddess.

“Do you want a reward for your behavior? For protecting me?” You asked. Criston was amusing to you. It was boring at court, having so many people try to flatter themselves into gaining your favor, men trying to marry you for power. But Criston Cole was different; he was genuinely dedicated to you. As a member of the Kingsguard, he had nothing to gain from being with you.

“Reward?” He rasped, his eyes fluttering open, curious. You had never look so pretty as you did in this moment; smiling at him whilst sat atop his lap.

“Yes, a reward. I can give you a kiss, if you’d accept?”

“A kiss?” He questioned, shocked at your proposal.

You giggle at him, moving close enough that your noses are touching, “Is that a ‘no’? Do you not want a kiss from your princess?”

He does. He really does. But how could he dare dishonor you by accepting? A Princess of the realm should not be kissing her guard. Your reputation would be ruined if anyone were to find out.

“Can’t.” He eventually sputtered, his forehead resting against yours.

“And why not? Do you not fantasize about it? What other fantasies do you have?”

His eyes were squeezed shut, but he could hear the smirk in your voice. “I— yes, but Princess….” He cut himself off before he finished, you must save your affections for your future husband.

He held back a snarl; he didn’t want you to have a future husband, at least not one that wasn’t him. But he was not allowed to be married and even if he were, he was not high-born like you. Your father would never approve.

“Answer me, Cole, tell me what you imagine occurring between us.” You were getting frustrated with him, this was supposed to be easy, “Look back up at me properly.”

He did as you said and more; finally letting his urges control him, he pushed his lips to yours. His hands, the blood now beginning to dry and stick, gripped at your waist tightly. You gasped into his mouth, quick to reciprocate with your hands pulling at his dark locks.

“‘Think about marrying you,” he muttered against your lips, “keeping you safe, an’ you thanking me all pretty. So pretty, you’re perfect.”

Placing your hand flat on his chest, you pull away by just an inch, “Thanking you, huh? Is that what you want?”

“‘Just want you to love me. Want you to be mine, just for me. I could— I can give you anything, just ask. We can leave here— and be together—!”

You giggled, “You’re getting too excited, Ser Criston. I’m a princess, you know.”

“There— there are places, my Love,” he let out a shocked huff as you pushed him onto his back, “in Essos, where titles do not matter.”

“Is that so?” You moved up his body before settling on his stomach, which was still covered in tainted armor. “And what would we do there? Build a farm? Have babies?”

“Yes.” A part of him could tell you were only teasing, but it was overshadowed by the part of him yearning for a life with you.

You slowly bent down, your body flush against his, and whispered into his ear, “You want to put a few babies in me?”

Not thinking, he reached up a hand and held the back of your head to keep you in place, “More than a few. They’ll inherit your beauty, my Love.”

“Mmm,” You grabbed his hand and sat back up, “your eyes and my hair?”

“Or the opposite.”

Laughing, you tilted your head back, still gripping his right hand between yours. Your laugh eventually subsided with a happy sigh, and you looked back at him. You had so much power over the big man laying happily beneath you, it was funny. He was staring at you obediently, waiting for you to say or do something. Slowly, you slid the black glove off his fingers and pulled his hand up to your lips. He watched as you placed soft kiss to each of his bruised knuckles. His hand was so large beside your features.

“I’m quite fond of you. What should I do if my father refuses to see reason and executes you for your crimes?” It wouldn’t happen, you both knew. But he was happy to entertain your questions, just so long as you were talking to him and touching him.

“I would only ask that I’d be buried where you can visit. I do not desire to be far from you, even in death.” His hand gripped yours tightly at that.

As morbid as the conversation was getting, Criston had never felt so good. You were truly seeing him in this moment, and you didn’t even mind his sickness. You weren’t afraid, you liked it, even. You liked that he would so easily kill for you and how he’d die for you without issue just as long as you would keep him in death.

You hummed in satisfaction, “You’re giving me very good answers, are you sure you aren’t trying to trick me?”

“I would never deceive you.” He sat up, suddenly serious. His quick movements shook you physically, but you didn’t seem surprised. In order to hold on and keep from falling as you slid back down to his lap, one of your arms wrapped its way around his neck.

You snickered at his reaction, placing a short kiss to his lips, “‘Was only a jest. I know you would never do such a thing. You would never upset me, would you?”

“No.” He whispered, kissing from your lips, down to your jaw softly, “I love you.”

“How much?” You breathed, your eyes fluttering shut.

“More than anything— anyone.” He kept going, sure to reach every bit of open space he could, “You are the very center of my existence, nothing else matters. You’re everything to me. I want you like this forever.”

“Forever? No matter what I do to you?”

His mouth was now below your ear, gently sucking a mark into your skin, “You can do no wrong, my Love, everything you bring me is a gift.”

There were droplets of red still on his face and neck from the blood splatter, but you didn’t mind. Neither of you seemed to care any longer about the gore; the way your red dress was now soaked in it from touching his armor.

You still hadn’t yet released his right hand, and he never dared to pull away. Humming from the pleasure, you slowly brought his hand to rest on your thigh. He immediately adjusted himself so that his fingertips were digging into the soft skin, afraid to move otherwise. Very slowly, you began to rock your hips against him. You could hear his already intense breathing pick up.

“And if my father decides to marry me off?” You whisper into his neck.

Criston lifts his head, dark obsessive eyes boring into your own, “Then I shall kill whatever Lord he chooses.”

- venus

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linkspooky · 10 months

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Jujutsu Kaisen, Chapter 230 Thoughts.

I've been skipping my weekly thoughts posts on the last few chapters, because most of the chapters is explaining fight mechanics. However, Megumi showed up again and as someone with a severe case of Megumi-itis let's talk about him, what the possible consequences for taking Unlimited Void could be and where his character might go after this fight.

1. Megumi's Soul

The slow corruption of Megumi's soul has been a running theme ever since Sukuna took his body. The first thing he did after taking that body was descend and soak into a literal bath of evil in order to subemerge Megumi's soul further. Ura-me even describes it as "Being near evil."

Immediately afterwards, Sukuna uses Megumi's body to murder his sister. Making sure to only use Ten Shadows techniques the entire fight, so Megumi will feel that he killed his sister with his own hands. Megumi is someone helpless to watch as he experiences the same thing Sukuna does to Yuji in shibuya, taking his own body from him, using his hands to kill others, and leaving Yuji with the guilt of being a murderer because he was too weak to fight back.

Tsumiki is a character who when she is first mentioned in the manga, drawn with white lilies, the symbol of purity. She is also, in Megumi's eyes a character without flaws, who's only bad trait is worrying about him too much, his example of a good person he wants to save the only person besides that sharing that category being Yuji. (I stole this from @theanimepsychologist)

She's not just associated with purity through those flowers, she's a symbol of purity TO MEGUMI. She is the model example of a good person, Megumi even says his entire goal in life is to make the world more fair so good people such as his sister shouldn't have to suffer.

When Sukuna talks about his desire to destroy Tsumiki, those same white lilies are in the background ripped apart. Not only that, her body is shown to be naked in a compromising position. Gege's not the most subtle person in the world, so it's pretty clear symbolism when a man talks about how he wants to violently destroy a woman and she's drawn naked like this, like I don't think Sukuna intended that but symbolically it's the destruction of her purity.

Megumi doesn't see himself as good, he sees Tsumiki as a good person he wants to protect, and also basically the only family member / support in his life, and Sukuna rips her apart right in front of Megumi's eyes. Megumi's been exposed to evil, and had his closest loved one slaughtered. Not only that, his entire reason for being a sorcerer in the first place. Not to give himself a happy life or because he wanted to do it, but because if he didn't do it Tsumiki had no chance at being happy in the Zen'in Household.

It's not just Tsumiki that's crushed, it's his entire reason for living so far, it's the implied promise of protection that Gojo gave him that if he chose to follow him that Tsumiki would have a better life.

Even if Gojo manages to save Megumi from Sukuna's possession, mentally he's been pushed past the point of no return there's no way he's coming out of this alright.

That is, if Gojo is even making that much of an effort to save him.

Now, it may turn out that Gojo had a method planned of getting Megumi back from Sukuna all along. He does seem to imply he believes that if he does enough damage to Sukuna's body, the same way that Sukuna ripped Yuji's heart out and gained back control he'll force Sukuna to switch control again. But!

Even if that's his intention, I think there's some clear symbolism in how it was Megumi's "Soul" that was targeted by the Unlimited Void.

Forget Gojo's announcing to Sukuna that he has no compunctions about beating up Megumi because he looks like Toji. Forget the casual mention of crushing Megumi's entire body in the process of trying to finish the fight. Barring all of that, there's still a noticable lack of concern for how Megumi as Gojo is completely wrapped up in the fight against Sukuna. Because this is how Gojo's mind works, he is the strongest sorcerer so everything cn be solved with a battle of physical strength. Gojo is opposing Sukuna, and yet his philosophy is pretty much the same as Sukuna's.

Sukuna the person who stole Megumi's body, is fighting against Gojo the person who essentially stole Megumi's childhood, by taking him in to Jujutsu High under the guise of "Helping Him" but giving him little choice of what to do with his life. Either he becomes a sorcerer, or they give him no money and they starve, or they get sent to the Zen'in who will probably abuse Tsumiki.

There's something deeply ironic about Gojo bragging about how his students are watching him so he has to look cool, which shows the smiling faces of several of the Tokyo High kids, contrasted to how he's treated Megumi this entire fight and shown little concern for his well-being.

Megumi the person who he should really feel the most responsible for, because Gojo went out of his way to recruit him to Jujutsu High at like age five.

So, of course Gojo's strongest domain expansion attack hits Megumi instead of Sukuna, because the entire time Gojo's practically had no problem using Megumi as a punching bag, because he has to seize a more important objective which is defeating Sukuna for the safety of the world.

Now here's where the Megumi corruption arc truthers get excited. Do you think Megumi will really emerge from his possession okay after not only losing his body, bathing in evil, killing Tsumiki therefore breaking his promise of protection and Gojo's as well, and then being exposed to the unlimited void by Gojo which fills people's head with so much information it breaks their brain.

Megumi's clearly waking up after being hit with the void, but there's almost no chance of him waking up and going back to normal.

Megumi is a shadow character, much like Geto he's not only been shown on multiple occasions to repress his feelings over the entire course of the manga, (basically a long-form version of Geto's slow decline) he also on multiple ocasions as shown a more violent side.

Geto's arc even revolves around him questioning if weak people are even worth protecting, and then struggling against his inability to protect his fellow sorcerers who are continually sacrificed in protection of those weak people. Geto is overwhelmed by the weight of responsibility that sorcerers carry. Much like Megumi who has stated on multiple occasions, he doesn't want to be a hero, he doesn't feel obligated to save people. The two people he wants to save, Tsumiki and Yuji are however people he's failed to save. Riko is a clear parallel to Tsumiki. Tsumiki is even ripped away from Megumi the moment he thinks that he's saved her from the culling games, the same way that just as Geto promised that him and Gojo would be able to protect her, she's shot in the head by Toji.

If you're a Megumi corruption arc truther, than it's been a long time coming. Let's look at the characters he parallels in the manga, Maki (became a mass murderer after her sister died), Geto (also became a mass murderer when he lost faith in the idea that sorcerers are duty bound to protect the weak, which started when he failed to save Riko), Toji (also a mass murderer).

Toji is the biggest example though, because despite Gege continually pushing the idea that Maki is the second coming of Toji (we get it already) Megumi is Toji's direct foil, Megumi's poor lot in life is a result of Toji abandoning him. Toji was rejected and abandoned by his family, and went on to do the same thing with Megumi.

As Megumi has received no support from the adults in his life, there's basically nothing stopping him from continuing that cycle. Megumi looks exactly like Toji, especially when coming out of the Evil Bath of Evil. In his more violent moments he's drawn to look like Toji with several art parallels between Megumi and the Toji in hidden inventory.

Toji's also famous for doing this to Gojo.

He's the first person to defeat the limitless and manage to put a scratch on him. Everyone said that Gojo and Megumi's drawing on the animation booklet is foreshadowing of his fight with Sukuna in Megumi's body, but what if it's not...

What if when Megumi regains control of his body and Sukuna is defeated, everything does not work out like Gojo expects it will with one epic battle. What if having been brought so close to evil, Megumi is finally corrupted all the way through. After all the Unlimited specifically hit Megumi's soul. Megumi's body might be physically saved, but his soul might be lost in the process.

We've seen multiple times that the thing which holds Megumi back from acting on his more violent impulses is the image of Tsumiki, but Tsumiki's not there anymore.

So, this is my wild theory for all the Megumi Corruption Arc conspiracy theorists out there. What if we do see Gojo win this fight against Sukuna, but when Megumi gets his body back he attacks Gojo. His body is saved but not his soul and he's finally been pushed off the edge and become his worst self.

After which, the task of saving Megumi will probably fall from Gojo to Yuji. The only person so far who's expressed any desire to save Megumi (Yuta too I guess, but him and Maki both put emphasis on saving Sukuna).

What if Megumi's line to Yuji, "Start by saving me" is actually the ultimate foreshadowing for one of the biggest fights in the series?

#jjk meta #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen theory #megumi fushiguro #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk 230 #jjk 230 spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk spoilers

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celticbotanart · 7 months

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ALRIGHT, since Halloween is just around the corner and this blog is ALSO about sharing and talking about my full-time hyperfixation (music), I want to make some recommendations of "unusual" or just unknown songs that very well fit the theme! I've mentioned before that I love making thematic playlists and that I have rules for them everything (it's serious shit!!), so I wanna share some of the songs featured in my "Ecclectic Halloween" playlist. The two basic rules I applied for that playlist are:

The song MUST include anything supernatural, spooky, bizarre, "murder/serial killer", classic creature and so on

The song can be of ANY genre; is it metal? Prog? Disco? Electronic? Soundtrack? COOL, ALL ARE WELCOME!

Let's get started!

1 - Rainbow - Tarot Woman

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As an unapologetic 70s dad rock advocate, I HAVE to start with one of my fave bands of the genre! The song begins with a DOPE synth/keyboard solo, and then iconic Dio (the one Dio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure was named after) comes in with a bunch of cryptic imagery, like the predictions the tarot woman is telling him as she turns the cards side on:

Something in the air Tells me to beware - No, no, no! Her love is like a knife She'll carve away your life - So go, go, go! Beware of a place, a smile on a bright shiny face I'll never return, how do you know? Tarot woman! But I don't know, I don't know!

2 - Blackmore's Night - I Guess It Doesn't Matter Anymore

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From the same breed of the first song, cause Blackmore was the guitar player / composer for Rainbow - except that Blackmore's Night is a project he made way later (late 90s), with his wife Candice Night, who sings all the songs and composes with him. This song is about the CLASSIC tale of someone giving a lift to a mysterious woman they found wandering at the side of the road; when they get to the place she wanted to go and asks to leave, the driver turns around! And the lady, she's suddenly gone!!!!!

Standing in the rain, the cold and angry rain In a long white dress, a girl without a name She stood beneath the light, Glowing like a candle bright I guess it doesn't matter anymore (...) Finally she spoke, 'come pull off the road' Saying she was headin' home I turned and she was gone, I was all alone

3- Loreena McKennitt - The Bonny Swans

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You might be asking: "Oriel, what the fuck, why is soft spoken-christmas songs-traditional folk medieval instruments Loreena McKennitt in this playlist at all??? With a song named like THAT?? What is so scary about pretty glorified ducks anyway?" - And to that I'll say right off the bat this is the most metal song in the entire playlist, and I say this unironically. This song is inspired by an old ballad and it tells about a girl who was drowned by her own sister out of jealousy of her betrothed; the sister kills her so she can have the lad for herself. It already has murder, as you can tell - but it gets WORSE, as the body of the drowned girl floats down the river and is found by a miller's daughter; a passing-by bard then uses the dead girl's bones and golden hair to make a harp that plays on it's own, possessed by the dead girl's spirit???? She (as the harp) asks to be taken to the court, the bard takes her, and AS A CURSED HARP MADE OF BONES the dead girl outs her sister as her murderer, in front of the entire family and the court. Look. If this isn't METAL AF, I don't know what ELSE can be. The "bonny swans" from the title comes from the comparison Loreena makes of the pale girl's body floating in the water, to swans swimming along. kkkkkkkkkkk JESUS.

He made harp pins of her fingers fair With a hey ho and a bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair The swans swim so bonny o He made a harp of her breast bone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play alone The swans swim so bonny o He brought it to her father's hall With a hey ho and a bonny o And there was the court, assembled all The swans swim so bonny o He laid the harp upon a stone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play lone The swans swim so bonny o

4- Sting - Moon Over Bourbon Street

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Probably one of the most fun songs in this, because it's a song written by Sting, inspired by Anne Rice's "Interview With the Vampire"! The song is under Louis' PoV, and he laments his current condition as a vampire and also as a man of god, as he wanders through New Orleans's streets. This Sting's live performance of this song (the live in Berlin, 2010) is my favorite by far - there's a whole ass epic orchestra and even a theremin! hehe

I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon

5- AQUA - Halloween

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Yes, THAT AQUA - turns out they DO have more songs other than Barbie Girl, and they actually slap - I was there in the 90s, when the Deep Eurodance Magic was written. I LOVE this one because it has such a fun vibe, and obviously, inspired by the "Halloween" movie franchise - Lene plays as the girl alone at night who receives a call from René, playing as the psycho who's after her. They even act that scene at the begining of the song dsjfhjsdgf so cool!

The sound of shoes, a shadow that moves Something odd is tic tac ticking Someone's in here, I'm so full of fear The telephone is ringing!!

6- E Nomine - Das Tier In Mir

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ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVES IN THIS PLAYLIST. E Nomine was (?) a German electronic music project who DARED to mix in dark techno/trance beats AND CHANTS IN LATIN, as this deep-voiced dude sings/borderline-raps in German. ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN, BUT I PROMISE, ITS SO SO SO DOPE. They also sang about all sorts of religious / dark fantasy themes - they have an entire album based on the Bible, which I promise, they made it a LOT MORE RAD AND COOL than it sounds; and another album about the supernatural and all kinds of creatures, like vampires, ghosts, werewolves, demons. "Das Tier in Mir" or "The Animal In Me" is their "werewolf" song - it starts off with this kid singing in Latin about the forest, and the moonlight, and the song goes on with Deep Voice Dude singing under the werewolf's perspective; it even features a dramatic transformation sequence!!

[Latin]The forest is hidden, in the moonlight, My home is the forest In the starlight (...) Dark clouds and dark thoughts, The full-moon night smashes my barriers down. The animal desire that I massacre comes in me. I feel this bloodlust here and now. Deep in the night the twinkling stars, A sweet smell is drawing me into the distance. But careful if my passion gets aroused quite gently in the night And the hunter wakes up in me! (Translation from here - it's rather clunky, but that's the gist of it!)

7- E Nomine - Mitternacht

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Yep! Another one by E Nomine, BECAUSE THEY JUST SLAP TOO HARD. "Mitternacht", or "Midnight" is pretty much about the Witching Hour, all the spirits comes out when the bell strikes midnight!! This one is SUCH A FAVORITE of mine because it sounds EXACTLY what a DJ would play as vampires dressed in fancy, old outfits and masks waltz around in a haunted, opulent manor

When the gondolas are in mourning and the dead's lament resounds horror is breathing down your neck When the clock starts striking cold thick fog is touching you gently ...midnight! [Latin] midnight, dark night, cruelty of the soul the bell is ringing twelve times ...midnight! (Translation from here - same from previous song, kinda clunky but we get it)

8- Dead or Alive - Something In My House

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Another classic banger with the catchiest fucking tune ever, by You-Spin-Me-Right-Round-Baby-Right-Round Dead or Alive, sung by ICONIC genderfucker wizard Pete Burns (the Gender Envy of him in this video is real). I have to admit, this one is SLIGHTLY cheating on my rules, cause the "something in my house" in question is not anything supernatural - it's a metaphor for a gone-wrong relationship, lol. Ngl, I think this is kinda fucking brilliant. But like, the spooky, Halloween-y vibes are all there nonetheless: wolves are howling, Pete is singing in an old castle and looking 200% like a vampire. Even if I'm cheating a little, it still fits!

There is something in my house - my house, It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair, There is something in my house - my house, I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs, But you're not there

9- League of Legends - Fiddlesticks, The Harbinger of Doom

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Finally, some soundtracks! I don't play LoL, but I absolutely love some of the character's themes, and Fiddlestick's is one of them! For what I've got, Fiddlesticks is like this ancient, nightmare-ish Freddie Krugger-like entity, and BOY, does the song reflect exactly THAT. It SOUNDS like a horror movie, and I'm obsessed about it!!

When fields lie calm and wind stands still (Run home, run home) As the crows make night of the fading Sun (Hide now, hide now) When the trees do bow, as if they weep (Stay down, stay down) Though its light beckons forth, a melody calls out (Too late, too late)

10- The Alan Parson's Project - The Cask of Amontillado

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And!!! Last but not least!! Closing this playlist with THIS ULTIMATE DAD PROG ROCK BANGER, which as you can see, is inspired by Poe's tale "The Cask of Amontillado". In fact, the entire album where that song comes from, "Tales of Mystery and Imagination - Edgar Allan Poe", is inspired by his work. Yeah there are also songs on "The Raven" and "The Fall of the House of Usher" too for example! It's just so cool! But "The Cask of Amontillado" is by far my favorite, specially with the instrumental part at the end, ughhhh <3

By the last breath of the four winds that blow I'll have revenge upon Fortunato Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go I've a cask of Amontillado" (...) You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the Crown of a King on his throne When you're chained in the dark all alone

This is definitely a long ass post, and I really had to cut it even shorter bc of Tumblr's dumbass video limit, but that's alright. I might even put up a part II, hehe I hope you like the Halloween-y songs recs!!

#music posts #halloween #long posts

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It's here, the finale - my friends thoughts throughout Nona the Ninth (it's a long one)

Right which one of these idiots is stuck in Nona's body

Signs point to both

I think more likely Harrow and shes just removed the massive stick up her ass

Most other signs thus far do point to Gideon though- lack of aforementioned stick, finds herself attractive, loves ass jokes, wants to pet dogs (Harrow seems like a don't work with animals or children type)

Also these other kids have names like they're gonna be running in the fucking grand national

Honestly what the fuck is going on with child conception in this series???

Someone has five dads, God was asking if Harrow and Ianthe were being 'safe' sexually and I'm just confused

Okay so I've only listened to half an hour today but if Crown isn't coronabeth I will eat my own arm

My theory is that neither of them are in Harrow's body and that she's being possessed by The Body

Maybe I should follow in Harrow's footsteps and ask you to fucking lobotomize me

No beta we die like Babs

"what do you think is sexy?" "Eating breakfast" Me too, Camilla, me too

Maybe someone needs to lobotomize Judith, has anyone thought of that?

Thing is I feel like I'm supposed to think John is really bad and is the villain here but I just don't

The worst thing he's done is lie to his friends for a few thousand years

Finally, the baddest bitch in all the nine houses (it's Ianthe)

What a power move honestly first she steals Babs' soul now she steals his body, absolutely inspired

She could literally kill another 200 babies to resurrect Harrow and I'd be like what a babe 😍 at this point

I'm bored of shooting can we go back to swords and doing weird things with your body please

I just think it would be great if Harrow could hop back into her body and have a full meltdown about how to function in this world

Erm Corona darling can you please try to stop them bombing your sister in the body of one of your lifelong pals pls and thanks

Y'all better sTOp

Fucking marry, kill, reanimate I can't hahahaha

"that's not actually crown's boyfriend Nona, it's her sister but I don't think anyone could blame you for getting confused" Fair hahahahah so very true

Don't know how they think this is gonna work seeing as though Harrow and Ianthe literally lived together for like over a year and had an interpersonal relationship but ok

Maybe it's because pash has the accent of a rudeboy from Oldham and suffer is weirdly French (on disliking We Suffer and Pash)

Palamades in Ianthe in Babs is sending me west

Abigail died too soon and really she did all the legwork in Harrow

Can't help but feel all of this drama could have been avoided if Harry had just done the job properly in the first place and just let Gideon die properly

All of this just because an 18 year old gave herself the brain scramblies

Cam has just burst into fire wtf

Can't believe Crux hasn't dropped dead tbh

I've got less than an hour left I feel like we're cutting it fine to get Harry back in her body here

Big flex to be waiting for everyone to arrive smoking a ciggie with your golden skeleton arm

Fucking friendship bracelets and a secret handshake hahahahah

Gideon needs to stop being such a bloody himbo

Who has shouted "get in line thou big slut!" Hahahahah

There we have it, the full series. Hope y'all have enjoyed this.

#the locked tomb #tlt #nona the ninth #Nona #ianthe tridentarius #coronabeth tridentarius #harrowhark nonagesimus

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I just talked with my friend who is a Gojo fan but anti Geto and anti stsg. When I asked her about Satosugu, do you know what she said : "Just because someone loves Gojo it does not mean that they must ship satosugu or they also loves Geto. Unfortunately, I would call gojo/geto as close to canon as a queer ship can get in shounen. But it does not have to always be canon right?" (She loves Gojo/Sukuna and Gojo/Yuji ships, even wrote fanfics about them). I don't know how to answer her, between want to laugh and cry at the same time 🤣😭😆

Well, yeah, no one is forced to ship SatoSugu but how can anyone not?

Their backstory? The banter? How they're designed? How they act around each other? Like, come on! Season 2's first opening and ending are literally SatoSugu songs!

"Unfortunately..." why she had to say it like it's the worst representation ever? 😭

Honestly, pulling the "it doesn't always have to be canon, right" card is like "It's not canon so you shouldn't ship". Both ways, it's just saying "This is a rule that you must follow because it makes me comfortable". It's a tactic, a way of setting a rule because that person feels that it's "their way". Shipping should be something fun. Not something people should dictate, come on.

No offense to your friend, I mean that. But it's just odd to me to be anti-Geto when Sukuna is just as bad... wait, no. Sukuna is a lot worse. Is she a fan of Sukuna?

Now I will say at least your friend being anti-Geto is (probably, I don't know) why she doesn't ship SatoSugu. Which is fair. Some people will like a ship but hate one of the characters and I don't see the point of that. If you don't like the character, then don't feel the need to have a ship for them??? If I hate a character or don't particularly care for them, I wouldn't pay attention to the ships for them. That's just me.

I have seen some shippers of another fandom like this ship of two characters where one is really grumpy and hot blooded and gets a lot of hate and the other is like the typical Shonen protagonist, but he's a side character and those people will only ship that ship because "he can change him" as it's only right that one character has the ability to change and train the other like he's a dog. Honestly, disrespectful to both characters.

Back to SatoSugu!

Okay, back to a previous point. The "it doesn't have to always be canon bit" also applies to shipping Gojo/Sukuna and Gojo/Yuji. Both ships have way less content, especially, in a romantic sense than SatoSugu. Neither is canon and some people would have problems with them.

The first one, I can see why people ship it because you know the whole "enemies to lovers" and the whole fight thing and "I enjoyed fighting you". But those would be problems for people who don't ship them. Some folks don't like enemies being shipped because they usually try to kill each other and that ship is no different. Their whole fight may have been enjoyable for them, but they both still had those intentions to kill each other.

There's also the whole case of Sukuna possessing Yuji and Megumi's bodies, both being minors, so yeah, uncomfortable. (It's why nowadays people who like the ship prefer to ship them when it's OG!Sukuna.)

Speaking of, that's the problem people would have with the latter ship. Not everyone is fond of teacher/student relationships especially when a minor is involved.

That reminds me of how once I said something along the lines of "if SatoSugu had a kid, Yuji is the result". Something like that, something like that. [I'll post the link to that here.]

I don't know whether to cry or laugh either, Anon, I'll be real. Like... there's just so much to unpack here...

#kiya answers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #satosugu #jjk manga spoilers

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holy SHIT that excerpt was so good!!!!!! the elliott ness / hitler bit was hilarious. omg everything i ever could have dreamed and more…. inherent characteristic of dean of all ages is that he is a little shit, and also that he will kill himself for sam.

i also love that baby sam describes grownup sam as barely holding it together. i feel like hearing that would break older dean’s heart but older sam would really just take it as, like, yeah. a little bit true.

do you ever think of them interacting w other characters in this au? cas dropping by, or crowley or rowena or someone calling, lol. if this is set in an elongated season 11, lucifer would be horrific. or… hmm. I feel like claire would be funny, little dean tries to hit on her and she’s just absolutely disgusted.

omg omg omg anon i am kissing you kissing you kissing you kissing you thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!

and haha, thank you! it's so fun to see dean freak out in the moment about meeting his idols (dr. sexy, elliot ness) that i can only imagine how ES!Dean would react to the info that he would actually get to meet them one day! ES!Dean would lose his SHIT if he found out s1e1 that picking up sam from college would allow him to hit on daphne from scooby doo. could you fucking imagine??

LS!Dean would stare angstily into the distance about the "barely holding it together" comment but LS!Sam would say something equivalent to: "ha! yeah. fair enough."

in my idea of how this universe works, i think they would text all their friends a very clear do not come over!! leave us alone until we say it's okay!! we are safe!! personal business!! and everyone thinks they're having a crazy sex weekend, so they definitely do not want to come over. i think once we start adding more characters, this thing gets messy bc how the fuck are we going to explain to ES!Sam&Dean who JUST found out that vampires are real that their best friend is an angel and he also possessed his vessel's daughter claire, that's why she's here and also a hunter and also a child, say hi claire! huh? oh yeah this isn't cas's body, this is a guy named jimmy. no we don't think he's still in there. anyway. he was god for a bit but not anymore and hm? how? oh he ate a bunch of souls. because the king of hell told him to. no not the devil, the king of hell. who's the devil? well. funny story--

but hypothetically i can get down! i love the way your brain works!!! i think it's super fun to imagine all the characters interacting with these squeaky-toy versions of sam and dean who are even more insular and weird as the seasons go on. ES!Sam&Dean are so earnest! and excited! hypothetically speaking, i think it would go like this:

i have been harboring a secret little headcanon that sam and dean's souls look similar, since they're soulmates. to humans, they all just look like balls of light, but for angels or demons...

it makes me think about if cas pops by, he almost...doesn't notice? at first? it depends on the season, but if he's a full-graced angel, he sees the soul first, not the "vessel."

so he pops into the bunker, like "hello, dean. your soul is bright today. can i meet you and sam in the library?" and pops back out. and ES!Sam and LS!Dean are stood there, blinking. and LS!Dean is like. "well. fuck."

and when they all assemble in the war room, castiel looks back and forth between the four of them. for a minute and half of pure silence. "did you have kids?"

"identical kids?" LS!Sam asks, incredulous. "like spores?"

and castiel says "one second." and squints even harder and says. "oh. i see. there are four of you. why did you do that?"

and of course, LS!Sam&Dean are all, "did we do it? we thought someone--on your...ah. team. did this."

and ES!Dean's says, "who's this asshole? oh shit. is he blind? my bad."

"this is our best friend. castiel." LS!Dean says, trying not to laugh. "he has a...religious family."

"is this the friend that tried to be god?" ES!Dean asks, skeptically, and LS!Dean hits LS!Sam on the back of the head, hard.

"it's not my fault! he has big eyes!" LS!Sam says by way of explanation, like that means anything to anyone besides ES!Sam.

"it's very true." castiel agrees solemnly, and both sams trade a look about which thing cas is responding to.

ES!Dean and cas would get along like a house on fire, which is to say...the winchesters don't have a great track record with those. but ES!Sam and cas?? oh boy. best friend alert. if it slips that cas is an angel, ES!Sam is big-eyed, heart-thumping, breathless excited, which none of the other 3/4 are too jazzed about. cas is quite pleased. he preens like a peacock.

"why yes. my true form would melt your eyeballs, samuel." and ES!Sam is almost bouncing up and down in glee. cas never calls sam samuel, but he thinks it adds a biblical affect that ES!Sam clearly appreciates.

they have tea together.

read: sam spills boiling water over his hand while trying to make them tea and cas takes a great deal of satisfaction in healing it. by holding his hand.

read: LS!Dean kicks open the imaginary door of the kitchen like OKAY. THAT'S ENOUGH. HE'S A CHILD. DROP THE BABY.

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crowley texts LS!Dean an ASMR video of someone reading threatening reddit comments (what fucked-up psychological warfare tactic is this??) and when ES!Dean sees the notification, he asks,

"who is the contact with the little devil picture and the...is that an egglant?"

"how did he change his name in my fucking phone? pizza hut. no one. what phone?" LS!Dean throws it across the room because he knows that without a shadow of a fucking doubt that crowley would unhinge his jaw and swallow ES!Sam&Dean whole if he got the chance. or at least desperately try to convince them into a threesome.

there's no risk of that, but dean is NOT going to explain the 'king of hell' business, so he leaves it be.

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maybe jody (that introduction actually goes smashingly) would bring claire around one day, and, yeah anon, you're right. ES!Dean is a limpet. he's pulling out all the stops. he leans seductively against the table in the war room. he winks a lot. he breaks eye contact coquettishly. claire is stuck between finding it amusing and being horrifically disgusted. she audibly gags when dean smolders.

claire starts to say, "you do know i'm--"

and ES!Dean cuts her off with a shit-eating grin, "if you're about to say your age, don't. i like plausible deniability."

and claire nods for a second before suddenly reaching out, grabbing him, and flipping him over her shoulder. she breaks a chair with his flying body. no one helps him up.

if anything, this makes her hotter, and ES!Dean sees LS!Sam get genuinely angry at him for the first time when he says so.

"back off, dean. i'm serious."

and ES!Dean gets so immediately, blindingly hard that he has to go sulk in his room for a minute or thirty or risk showing the exact shape of his dick to the room at large.

"yes sir. sammy. what the fuck? i'm gonna--" runs into the wall. "i've gotta. fuck. no-- i mean. hahahahahahahahah---" *fading into the distance as dean waddles awkwardly away*

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(and hypothetically speaking, lucifer would be a fucking horror show. LS!Sam is literally covering ES!Sam with his body because didn't he get to ruin sam long enough? you don't get me any earlier. you can't touch him, i won't let you fucking touch him. ES!Dean can tell something is Not Good Bad Wrong Fucked and the sheer depth of terror, of trauma, scares the fucking shit out of him. he looks desperately to LS!Dean like a child looking at their father, can you fix this, how do we fix this? and no one has any answers. lucifer is obsessed. it's a nightmare.)

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anyway, lol! i hope you liked! this one was super fun to think about! dean is always kind of a skeeze, but early seasons especially so lol. i think a lot of people would have a field day w that! and ES!Sam is so earnest and trusting!

thank you again for this ask anon! i always love hearing which part of fics/these posts are folks favourites! kissing you!

have a great day! :)

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3

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nyrasbloodyclover · 11 months

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summer games (pre-death!tate langdon x reader)

summer series pt.2 (1)

cw: mentions of violence, misogyny, jealousy, tate is such a baby i love him

a/n: let's pretend tate had game and didn't hate every single person in his school. this isn't exactly a series since there is no specific plot, but it is the universe where reader is possessive/obsessed with tate and tate is a simp with very visible mommy issues.

I wasn't a violent person, not really. Other ghosts went around and killed people who dared to enter the house, but that wasn't something I was intrested in.

I liked to spend time with Tate, talk to him, listen to his music, but he wasn't always available. And it made me miserable to watch him every day and not be able to spend every second of it with him.

He had a life outside this house. I didn't.

So, I wasn't a violent person until Tate brought home a bitch from his high school. They were holding hands, laughing, talking about whatever shit friends they shared... It made my blood boil. I wanted to rip her apart. And for what? Like he couldn't have a normal life.

He could, but with me.

But I couldn't just kill her, you know? If she was to die in this house, she'd be trapped with me. And Tate. And besides, Tate would be the first and only suspect—I didn't want police looking for him for something I did.

I wanted to start something. A fight? Drama? My death gave me courage to do things I wouldn't dream of while I was still alive. I wanted to see her heart crush and hope leave her eyes when she sees me, I wanted him to yell at me and then forgive me so we could go back to our normal relationship without anyone coming between us— Him listening to Kurt Cobain and me just laying on the floor of his bedroom.

An idea came to my mind. He was going to hate me for it, but It'll pass.

I went to his room and sat on his bed, after changing into the tightest top I had and the shortest skirt I could find in my old bedroom (that was still untouched, for some reason). I unbuttoned it until fair share of my cleavage was visible.

I took his MP3 player and played with it, skipping songs, acting completely casual. Voices became louder. He was able to talk like that since Constance was out, probably getting her nails done or talking shit.

I heard the girl laugh at something Tate said. The door opened. I looked up and saw his smile fall, his face completely shift as he scanned my whole body. I felt satisfaction because he came home with a girl, but was still checking me out. I didn't mind him, she was the one I was intrested in.

The bitch stood there with her mouth open, not saying a word. I interrupted the silence.

"You brought a friend, I see." I continued to look at his MP3 player and I squeezed my chest between my arms, making it look unintentional.

"Tate, who is this?" The girl asked, her voice low.

"What the fuck?" He didn't provide her with an answer. Tate just stared at me like he'd seen a ghost. (Yes, I think I'm funny)

"Really?" She clasped her hands together, "I'm leaving."

"No, no, she is going to leave," Tate grabbed her forearm, but she pushed past him.

"I'm not going anywhere, actually." I just shrugged. She was ready to jump at me, but it looked like my whole appearance was too much for her.

"Finally," I mumbled as she shut the door behind her. Her footsteps faded.

"Care to explain?" He took the player from my hands, stopping the song that I chose.

"What exactly?" He almost rolled his eyes at me. God, was he pretty.

I smiled innocently. How should I phrase 'You don't get to date anyone because you belong with me and if you so much as think about someone else, I'll destroy your relationship with them as soon as you get together.' ?

"You are unbelievable. You just ruined my chance with her." He sounded like I broke his favorite toy. I stood up, almost shoving my whole chest in his face. Not intentionally, of course.

He was mesmerized, forgetting about our little fight. "See? She is no one. Nothing. You don't care about her."

"Don't act like you know how I feel—"

He forgot the other half of his sentence as I grazed his shoulder with my fingertips and went down to lay on his floor. His mouth was left half opened, eyes following me the whole time.

"Sit," I gestured to his bed, "Don't ever try to replace me again."

#tate ahs #ahs cult #ahs coven #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #american horror story #kai anderson #kit walker #kai anderson fanfic #kai anderson my beloved #tate #ahs murder house

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I would sell my left kidney to have some mafia boss Venti content

content warning: yandere, possessive behaviour, unequal power dynamic. reader disrection is advised.

Okay, I've had this thought before! Because Venti's definitely the one who seems super happy-go-lucky—the type to murder someone in cold blood, but smiling as though he were playing a game, humming all the while a cheerful tune under his breath. The type to use extremely thin blades hidden away everywhere on his body in secret pockets no one knows. He's short, but he’s earned a reputation. The throwing-knife, stabby kind. And he likes to make his toys sing.

So how I imagine the backstory is that you’re an investigator that’s managed to worm your way into the family, working right under the boss himself—the same boss that’s been so unknown to your department, who’s so mysterious that no-one even knew their name, outside of the top family members.

How it begins is this: in the city of Tevyat, there are seven prominent groups in the underground. You've been sent on a mission to infiltrate the ones that call themselves Mondstadt, the so-called freedom fighters (though fighting for what freedom, you’re not sure). How you actually get in though, is far from the usual orthodox ways afforded to investigators of working their ways up to meeting the leaders. The higher-ups of the organization were exclusive and hidden, the boss of the family even moreso.

But of all the bosses in Teyvat—archons, the populace calls them, since they’re similar to magistrates in that they set down the unspoken laws of the underground—the Mondstadt archon is the most unknown one. In fact, there had been rumours he’d already been killed, or stuck in a coma, or some other tragic event. The head of the Mondstadt group is now Jean, who’s inherited it from the old guard composed of people like Varka, but she’s not the archon, which tells you that the Mondstadt archon hasn’t been killed at all. Not if the title was still used on some hidden piece no one knew. It seems that the archon’s just extremely laissez-faire in the governing of his group.

Unknown this archon may be, but somehow, through a stroke of luck, you end up saving someone with connections to him. Not that you were aware; you merely thought he was an eccentric singer. His name is Venti, and you save him from a cat, of all things, the little kitten circling the frightened man who keeps sneezing and shooing it away. My saviour, he positively sings it when he inspects you up and down after the offending kitten has been safely given back to its own (a little girl in red, who has quite an explosive imagination). There’s this gleam in his teal eyes when he calls your name, a sure sign of a mischievous trickster. That should have been the first sign. But you suspect nothing of his darker roots, taken in by his boyishly handsome looks.

You still think he’s a normal civilian, so when Venti insists on rewarding you for your bravery (it shall be sung in ballads, he says with a smirk) by bringing you to a fancy dinner party as his guest, you accept reluctantly. Not because you want to go, but more so because this man sticks around you like sticky rice, refusing to let himself from your side even as you’re making your investigations. when you tell him you’re busy with matters. The excuse was that you’re interested in joining the Mondstadters, and that’s when his eyes twinkle. “Oh? Why would you want to associate with a bunch of thugs?”

“I think their philosophy is interesting,” you tell him half-truths, something about seeking power and admiring the Mondstadt archon and freedom in joining their group. If it could even be called freedom, how many rules and regulations the families set down in order to prevent territory wars.

“I see!” Venti claps his hands together. “Maybe you’ll find the party useful then! It has quite a number of notable attendants. Perhaps their connections will help you.”

“Notable? You mean like celebrities?”

“…you could say that!” Venti says while laughing.

Strangely enough, even though Venti’s broke—you’ve seen the poor state of his wallet, nary a penny to his name—he manages to send you this expensive suit set, complete with this little brooch at the lapel, emerald gem pinned, a pattern of the wind etched onto it. You don’t think much of it, much more aghast at the fact that Venti was able to afford this item—he could barely pay for his drinks whenever he dragged you to the bar with him, and even then, you paid for him half the time. The other half of the time consists of Venti putting the drinks on his tab and getting scolded for it by the red-haired bartender. So shocked were you, you don’t even ponder how it is that he knew where you lived. After moving to a new location because of this assignment, you’ve never told anybody your new home.

You attend the party. Grasping at straws, because the secrets of the boss were so highly protected, you sigh and make yourself decent enough to go. When you hand in the invitation, the guards at the front widening their eyes at the chicken-scratch of Venti’s writing, they let you in without a fuss, even bowing profusely at you as you step through the door. Rich people are weird, and it seems like the people they hire are even weirder, you think absentmindedly as you wander around the halls of this luxurious mansion. People give you a wide berth, occasionally glancing at the emerald gem you keep touching in some semblance of comfort at your lapel.

It’s when you try to get to one of the break rooms to rest your feet that you finally understand what Venti meant when he said there may be “prominent figures”. Because the person you almost knock over is the acting boss of the family, Jean.

She’s there, apologizing so softly, so politely, as you try to keep yourself from showing any of your shock on your face, your heart about to leap out of your mouth, beating so violently against your ribcage you think you may be ill. That’s when Venti pops in, that disarming smile, as always, present on his face. He’s surely laughing on the inside at your thoughts right now, racing so fast you struggle to keep up.

“So that’s your person, sir,’ Jean says, as Venti wraps his arm around your neck in a friendly hold—friendly only to him though, because you were finally beginning to understand. “You should keep a better watch. In this place… you never know who could take advantage.”

His.. person? Sir? The horror of the situation finally dawns itself on you, puzzle pieces sliding into place, as Venti nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck—an intimate gesture you’d gotten used to, having known him for months now, but only now does it make your mouth dry. Not with anticipation, no, but a deep unsettling dread that lodges itself in your throat.

“It’s okay,” Venti says to Jean, the smile never leaving his face. His eyes shift to the brooch at your lapel, and his arm lets your neck go, sliding around your waist instead, pulling you toward him. “Everyone we’ve invited should know better than to displease the archon of Mondstadt, don’t you think? Not if they don’t want to get a knife in their eyes, I’d think. I do enjoy the loudness of their screams though.”

Jean shrugs, nonplussed at his violent words. “Whatever you say, sir. I’ll be going now. The guests will need to be watched extensively, after all.”

You watch her leave, and finally you open your mouth.

“What just… No, who are you?”

Venti grins. “You said you wanted to join us, didn’t you?” His grip around your waist gets tighter, and you’re acutely aware that despite his slight form, he’s strong. Too strong for you to do anything about his touch, how his fingers are tapping on your hip bone a rhythm to an unknown song. “As your new boss, I must say…”

He leans into your ear, warm breath caressing the shell of your ears, voice sing-song with a smug satisfaction, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

You swallow. You hadn’t even agreed to joining—but isn’t this what you’ve been working toward? So you smile weakly, say, “Likewise,” and pretend that his eyes are not sparkling at how your full attention is on him. Pretend that the kiss he presses to your cheek is just a friendly gesture—and not a mark of possession, like the one he’s pinned to the lapel of your suit, like the bruises you’ll find on your neck in the future, when Venti makes you sing like he’s always wanted.

#yandere venti x reader #yandere venti #venti x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #genshin imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #psyche.writes

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I Say Nothing That Frightens Me, Loki x fem! Reader Series, Part Two

Series Summary: As a young Asgardian, you have grown to be friends and secretly pine for the younger Prince Loki. After his fury has sent him off, his mother sends you on a quest to find him and bring him home. Your quest makes you cross paths with a mysterious group that calls themselves the TVA. There, Loki can be found...but he loves someone named Sylvie, not you.

Part One

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST CENTRAL. Some violence. The "healing your beloved's wounds" trope. Some fluffy moments. Dealing with the canon events of Loki. Unrequited love. An eventual happy ending.

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Chapter Word Count: 3K

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What in the actual hell were you going to do now? Your brain was racing but your body felt still. You wanted to curl up into a ball. But instead, you stood up. And to top it off, worst of all…

“That can’t be…it’s…it’s only been a few short days. You can’t fall in love in a few days!” you retorted after Mobius explained it.

“I saw it in his face. Insisted I called him by her name…Forget him. Leave them. He found someone he’s crazy about. And they’re going to do some crucial, multiverse saving business. Why should it matter…. sit back and relax!” Mobius suggested.

He was right. You should leave him. He earned it. Bastard. And if you did find him, you’d drag him by the ear back home. Then kill him. You wished you could throw him off the remains of the Rainbow Bridge all over again and have him fall to the oblivion of space.

But he…he could still get hurt. Or killed. Yes, he was a god- but even gods had weaknesses.

You began to pace around. Walking through the halls. Things seemed empty- wouldn’t someone note your odd clothes and say something? Whatever. Less trouble for you.

You came across some desks with paper. You grabbed a pencil. Writing out your options.

Leave Loki and Sylvie to make out and then rot.

Find Loki and throw him off a cliff in Midgard.

Find Loki and try to bring him back.

The first option would be satisfying. Just run from it all. Start a life on Midgaurd, even. You wouldn’t have to face home. And the constant reminders of him in the palace.

The second option only hurt a little. You would no doubt see him with her. That would hurt. How could you face him? You wanted his happiness. He more than deserved it. But he’d smile and be happy with someone who wasn’t you. And you’d see it. Though would make the latter part better. Even if he was tall, seeing his lean frame billowing over and trying to magick out of it. You could then stab him with your blade.

But…what did he owe you? Love? He was your friend all your life. He owed you nothing. He wasn’t your lover. Only in your dreams. But…that was being possessive. That wasn’t good. It wasn’t like Loki owed you anything. He didn’t. He wasn’t your lover. He never even suggested the idea once. What if, for example, Thor himself ran to you and demanded you love him? Would it be fair if you refused, and he forced you into his arms, a marriage altar, and bed?

No, it wasn’t okay when the roles were reversed. Loki owed you nothing.

If you brought him back, he’d reunite with her eventually. Or she would go with him. Who could resist Loki’s intelligence, beauty, and charms? Then Sylvie would stay in Asgaurd! Norns, how could you stand even being in the same room with them, much less living with them? And you didn’t even know what she looked like?

The third option stared at you. You wanted to tear it up. Ignore it for the above choices.

But you owed Frigga her son.

You made a promise to Frigga. You could imagine the look on her face when you returned. When you had to announce that you failed her son. That you failed her.

But wait…you didn’t fail her. You hadn’t failed her…at least not yet! You could still do it. All you had to do was find Loki and return him home. That was it. Then you could quit your station and find some other place to live. Some place away from the castle. Away from him. And try to make yourself glad he was at least happy.

And then, you’d forget that charming, mischievous prince.

You ran back to Mobius.

“Take me there! Take me to the end of the world! I’m continuing my quest and bringing him back…Because I care about him…” you declared.

He nodded. A kind hand of his patted your shoulder. His smile was sad.

“I…I do too.”

“So point me where he is…”

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You reached the End of the World. After an hours walk, you finally found the place Mobius described without a scuffle. The palace hall was easy to get into, much to your surprise. There were no guards. A purple light drenched you as you walked down that long hall. White walls loomed over your head like they would swallow you.

“Ah! Y/N! knew you would be here!” announced a theatrical voice from above.

You jumped and got out a dagger.

“Who are you?” you asked.

Looking around, you saw and sensed no one.

“The One at the end of all time. Friends call me Kang,” he replied (the voice sounded masculine).

“Kang…are you trying to kill me?” you asked, gripping the hilt.

“Oh- nononononno! I have a guess what you’re here for! I do love a guest! So tell me-what brings you here to my house?” he asked.

“No, I’m looking for Loki,” you explained.

Holding the dagger up, you walked forward.

“Which one?”

“What do you mean?” you asked incredulously.

“There’s quite a lot of Loki’s out there-haven’t you heard? Be specific- which. One. What does he look like?” he interviewed.

“The one with long dark hair!”

You glanced backwards and searched the walls. There was no one.

“Good looking?” the voice asked.

“I won’t answer that?”

“Is. He. Good. Looking?” the voice insisted.

You felt your stomach turn to butterflies as you admitted “Uh- yes!”

“Oh, so the president!” he figured from above. He echoed down the hall.

“President?! What do you mean?? No! The prince! Golden helmet with giant horns! The one who likes green!” you specified.

You wouldn’t think of the green covered editions of books you’d give him on his birthday. And You wouldn’t think of the birthday gifts he gave to you either of little rings and necklaces. Things that made you feel pretty at banquets. Or the time he got your flowers that brightened your room. Or shoes when your old ones wore out from training…no, you couldn’t.

“Oh, that one…look at you squirm. And just listen to your voice! Loki might not know. But I do!”

“Know what?” you asked in fake innocence.

“Awww, poor little Y/N! Just can’t compete next to Sylvie, can you? Nothing like a broken heart!”

“Shut up!” you yelled back.

You waved around the dagger.

“Take me to him right now or I’ll find you and stab you!” you threatened.

“They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned-that’s why you’re going to find it? Cut him into ribbons? Scoop out her stomach?

‘I don’t want to harm him. I don’t want to harm either of them! I just want to bring him back home! His mother’s orders!” you explained.

You picked up to reach the end further. There must be a door somewhere. Even a hidden one.

“He IS here, Y/N…He’s here with me right now!”

“Can he hear you? US?” you cried in a panic.

“No- would you like me to tell him about our little conversation?”

“NO!”

Your steps faltered. You paused to catch your breath. Kang began to laugh.

“Please! Take me to him, Kang! Queen’s insistence!” you ordered.

“Why don’t you waltz over forward! Would love to meet you! I’m sure he’s too moony-eyed over Sylvie to remember you. And here- have the most PERFECT song to go along! It’s from Carmen. It’s a story about a little girl. She falls in love with a childhood friend. But alas! The friend falls in love with another woman- that Carmen who’s too much to resist! She runs home crying with a broken heart. Then his mother sends her off to find him and bring him home. Sound familiar, Y/N? How I do love all those little human operas!”

Your own system picked it up. You heard it as you kept running. Each step closer to him. As the song rumbled around you, it’s translation to your tongue entered your brain. Languages fascinated you, particularly the French language from Midgard. You bit back your tongue and tears form how it spoke to you.

“I will soon come close to that woman,

Whose accursed means

Have ended up by inflaming

The man I once loved.

She is dangerous, she is beautiful,

But I do not want to be afraid,

No, no, I don't want to have fear,

I will speak loudly in front of her!”

You walked down the hall. Your heart hammering in your chest.

Finally, there was a door. You thought you heard voices.

And his voice. Loki’s.

That one voice. The voice you heard for years. The voice who would ask careful questions next to Thor’s bravado bragging. The voice who confided in you of his jealousy for his brother, of his fear of being unable to live up. The voice who you told of your fear of failing as an Asgardian warrior. Who you traded books and looked up at the stars with and…

Was there…there arguing? And then shuffles-blades hitting blades- the sounds of a fight.

No, no more hesitation. You were not trained to sit and let others go about. To indulge in passivity. You were trained to take action, rather than have your thoughts consume you. Or your heart. You would power through and move on.

You opened the door. It was quite a cozy room. How you would have loved to drink wine and relax with a book from its high shelves. There was a fireplace and bookshelves high up to the ceiling. But it was dark. The mahogany furniture needed dusting.

But a sudden grunt and the sound of a blade on blade brought your eyes up. Your voice cried out.

“Loki- I-"

He was kissing a woman.

The world froze. You couldn’t look and yet you had to look. They were kissing. No, she was kissing him. But what did it matter- they were kissing. You felt your stomach drop. A dread chill ran through you. He was stiff, but not rejecting it.

You could not endure it. No no no no no no.

You swallowed hard. Your eyes looked on as if seeing a person’s execution in front of you. It was so awful and yet you could not retract your eyes from the sight.

You wanted to kill him. You wanted to kill her. You wanted them both stabbed with your daggers.

He turned. He stared at you in…in surprise. His jaw dropping and his eyes wide, then squinting. His face was paler than normal.

“Y/N…is…is that really you?” you said.

The woman- no, Sylvie- turned to you. How she would have reacted to you, you didn’t know. But to your surprise, it was not one of smugness, of pride, of triumph. Her face was neutral. Her eyes steeled to a desk before them.

But a gentleman at the desk stood up from a chair.

“Why-isn’t this PERFECT! This is a movie writing itself! I should get the popcorn!” he announced.

You turned and saw it was the same voice as before. A gentleman with a wicked smile and long, grandiose purple robes like a king. You took a step forward, your voice urging you to speak “Prince Loki, I have been ordered by Queen Frigga to return you to Asgard.”

You never got the chance to say that.

It then all happened so fast you hardly knew what. Maybe the kiss made you numb to react or fight.

But the woman ran up to the man, stabbed him. He yelped. You gasped. Your own- no, he was never yours. Loki ran forward.

Then she pulled the blade out. His corpse fell over.

Loki ran to her. She smiled, then with a flick of her wrist magicked a portal. She pushed the prince of Asgard through.

“NO!” you screamed.

Making a sprint, you jumped forward, grabbed him, arms around, and both of you fell through. Lights flashed by you- more colors- like the rainbow bridge of home but swallowing you. But you held onto him. No matter what. You would not let go.

Both of you landed with a thud. You panted hard. And then let him go. He then looked up. His hair wild and his face dirtied over his ivory face. He blinked as you let him go.

“Y/N! What…what in…” he wondered.

Giving a handsome grin, he then greeted you with a tight hug.

“I…I thought I’d never see you again! Ever! Oh, gods above. I’m so relieved…relieved you’re alive!” he said.

“Relieved I’m alive?” you repeated.

Alarms went off in the office.

“Loki-who was that man? What were you doing here?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I might ask the same. What are you doing here?”

You felt yourself frown. Your fists curled up by your sides.

“You…you vanished! You giant dumbass-Then you attempted an entire invasion of Midgaurd! Frigga and Thor and I got worried sick!!!I didn’t even know if you would live or what would happen!” you ranted.

He put his head down, hands on his hips. He muttered as he raised his eyes to you.

“Listen, I-“

You wished you could have slapped him, but instead you grabbed his arms. You looked into those blue eyes as clear and bright as a fresh spring. Your lips were close. But instead, you yelled at his face.

“No, YOU listen! Frigga sent me to find you! I had to look everywhere! Traveled all over the world and this one too!”

He blinked and his jaw clenched.

“I tore through space and time, searched everywhere, and I was told…I was told that…”

No, you wouldn’t bring her up. Not her. Not now. But you let him go. You wiped off a tear on your sleeve. Alarms began to go off. Both of you jumped and looked above.

“She did it-Sylvie did it…”

“Killing Kang?” you asked.

Other than make out with you, was the bitter reply on your tongue.

“She...she opened all the multiverse.”

“The What?”

“Multiple universes. Alternative timelines, sacred timelines. It’s a long story. My dear Y/N, I’ll have to explain it to you later…”

Fighting the urge to smile at “my dear”, you let him go. Alarms then pierced the air, shrieking. His curls whipped around him as he looked about. TVA members were running.

“Anything need our immediate attention, Loki? You need to go back!” you said.

“I’m…I’m not sure…they might need me…” he reasoned.

You placed your hands on your hips.

“Could you at least make a trip back home to your mother first? I’ve been on this stupid quest to bring you back for ages!” you scolded.

He sighed.

“Fine then, I will…only…Y/N, let me ask you something….”

He crossed his arms.

“How are we going to get back to Midgaurd? If the Bifrost was back as normal- we’d ask Heimdall and we’d be back for Father to scold at me in no time…but now…”

As if on cue like an actor, Mobius ran right around.

“Oh my god- the TVA is on fire! Where-“

He paused, his feet skidding as he halted. Then looked between you two.

“Oh- hello there! Welcome!”

“Mobius-Mobius, please-she did it. She killed Kang. The sacred timeline is open-everything is haywire!”

He blinked but then nodded. You turned to him.

“Is it crucial? Do you need him?” you asked.

Mobius tilted his head.

“Who are you?”

Loki’s jaw dropped. You turned to your companion.

“They must have…must have rearranged his memory.”

“They can do that?” you asked.

His eyes looked around. Then he smiled. He grabbed your arms and held your wrists from behind you.

“Yes…but maybe that’s to our advantage, Y/N,” he confided into your ear.

You heard his breath. You felt his body from behind you. Beneath your armor and clothes, you sweated.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Follow my lead…” he instructed.

He put his chin forward. He grabbed your shoulder.

“See sir- I am an agent. Taking this variant away! We must return her to her proper timeline right away…it’s urgent!” he ordered.

Mobius smiled, nodding his head.

“Oh! Very good! Well- where should she be?” Mobius asked.

Loki glanced at you. The word formed out of you in a faint whisper.

“Asg-“

“ASGAURD! Of course!” Loki interrupted.

“Well then- can’t take her there yet! A lot of our devices for Asgard broke!”

“Then…take us to…to…” he fumbled in his “official” voice.

“Midgaurd,” you whispered.

“MIDGAURD! Take us to Midgaurd to transport her there-there’s a connection, the thundering type.”

You bolted your head down and bit the inside of your cheek in fake guilt.

“Well then! To that Midgaurd place! We’ll be glad to take you both there!”

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In a flash of light, you were back there. A bridge and a bright light. Turning your head, you saw there it was- New York City in it’s beautiful, if not glorious, skyline. You managed to get a taxi and get to the Avengers headquarters in no time. Though, thank the norns, most strangers did not gape that you had their invader right at your heels.

You ran into the main parlor and kitchen of the Avengers tower.

“Thor? Thor-where are you?” you called out.

But there was no reply. You turned around.

“We can wait a while…he might be back…” Loki said.

This close. But it was almost done. Your quest was finally ending!

He stumbled over and then sat on a chair. He looked up at you.

“You know…I did miss you…and I have to tell you…tell you everything I learned. What happened…” he said.

You looked over and noticed his arm. How different he looked. His shirt though stained with his sweat, with two tears at the back was tantalizingly tight. And that wasn’t getting onto how well his pants fit him. The robes back home didn’t show what a nice shape he had. Not to mention how the sleeves were rolled up were making you think unprofessional, unfocused thoughts.

But your eye went up…to a cut on his arm.

“Loki- your arm. It’s bleeding…it’s still gushing out!”

He looked over and touched it with his long fingers.

“Oh! That!” he cried.

“Here…let me take care of it!” you insisted.

“No, it’s fine-“ he shrugged.

“You’re bleeding, Loki! Let me!”

Looking around, you found a first aid kit. You rolled up more of the sleeve.

Norns, his bicep was so strong, those could wrap around you at night as he kisses you and…no, Y/N! Focus! You ordered yourself.

You took out cotton swabs and applied alcohol to them. He winced at the pain.

“You always go on so much. Always focused on the goal…not even taking care of yourself. It’s a miracle you’re still alive, ” you tsked.

He tilted his head to the side again. His mouth scrunched to one side. Then he leaned closer to you.

“Well, you’re one to talk! If I recall correctly- I wasn’t the one lying on the bed with a broken leg for two weeks!” he replied.

You paused. Smiling, you looked up to meet him.

“No, but you did appear to read to me! See…you always took care of me…now let me take care of you…” you insisted.

Once he adjusted to the sting of the alcohol, he relaxed under your fingers. You took a fresh cotton swab to tap on the cut.

“How did you get this one?” you asked.

“That was from Sylvie’s dagger, Y/N.”

You felt your stomach sour at her name. You turned your eyes to the bandages. It made the sentence easier.

“Mobius told me You love her…” you said.

“Yes.”

You kept your head down. That way, he wouldn’t see how you were keeping your jaw tight. Pushing back tears. No longer looking at him as you heard his beautiful voice. Trying to look for a fresh bandage as a focus exercise. You found one and peeled off the adhesive.

“I fought with her. Fell for her…and then she left me.”

“She kissed you.”

“And then…then abandoned me…I did everything for her and …she left…”

You placed the bandage over his cut. Smoothing it out.

“There…much better…” you finished.

“Well, do you know a bandage for a broken heart?” he asked.

You think YOUR heart is broken? You wanted to yell at him. But the words, like bile, you kept inside. You folded your hands. Still looking down.

“No…I don’t…”

“Y/N…I need some time alone to process this…I’m sorry but she…I loved her and…and it wasn’t enough…” he said.

You nodded. He walked off, vanishing behind a door. Finally alone, you let a few tears begin to drip down your face.

Neither was I for you, you thought.

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hms-no-fun · 1 year

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Sarah, Do you hate Rose Lalonde? Not in like the heavy malicious way people associate with Andrew and his relationship with hussie but like, as a fan of godfeels for probably the wrong reasons (my autistic ass really likes the way you approach the character and also me when someone writes Dirk and doesn’t make him a irredeemable piece of shit and a active creep) something that’s stuck out to me reading your tumblr and thinking back on the story is that rose is, to me at least, one of the most unluckiest characters in godfeels, both from a writing and in character perspective,m.

she’s the first to display the kid’s transphobia and thereby the first to get reality checked by June (which, to be fair to both June as a character and your reason for that scene in your godfeels video, she deserved) and therefor the first forced to learn the lesson of “you can move on and continue being friends with people but still not forgive them for the shit they put you through” (which I will admit I might be wrong on) and I’m pretty sure the first one to die when June does the whole kill everyone (or at least everyone that’s considered gods) on earth c thing, and besides that, unless I’ve misremembered something, besides the first chapter of divergence syndrome, she doesn’t really do much until she gives her final message to kanaya and well, the shit all goes down.

I’m not a big big fan of rose Lalonde, but it just feels like there’s something like, there, like there’s something about rose that you’ve never agreed with, and thinking back on it I don’t hate it, but it feels like sometimes rose is a means to a end, which is what all characters are but I mean like, a means means to a end, “how do Segway into the beta kids transphobia of June” through Rose’s constant biased Psychoanalysis failing her in the worse way possible, “How to keep epigone in after Dirk’s absolute asskicking” possessing her corpse, “how to finally get Gerald’s halo out of the story” get her dead, “how do I pronounce death to all endgame ships” kill the lesser used part of the pair, it just, feels like there’s something there, not something outright malicious, but something just, there, like the reverse of the hussie Vriska stuff, creator’s Chew toy stuff.

I apologize for the rudeness this ask may give off, I do truely love godfeels and read up to date anything about it that gets released, this just has been negging the back of my mind for so long.

spoilers for godfeels 3 here but i guess that ship's kinda sailed if you read the question lmao

i don't hate Rose at all! i mean i think freudians are all cranks and it really bugs me how much mid-century and contemporary marxist theory is couched in freudian/jungian/lacanian bullshit, but that's not really got anything to do with Rose lmao. i can't say that i hate any of the characters in godfeels the way andrew seemed to hate, say, Jake English (though there *are* homestuck characters i dislike and wouldn't enjoy writing, which is why they're not in the fic). i'm of the mind that every character sucks in their own unique ways and that's precisely what makes fiction fun to read. that Rose doesn't have a ton of direct agency in the narrative just comes down to, in part, this being a story focused primarily on June. that i didn't really understand how to write Rose in gf1-2 certainly doesn't help. but it's also related to how i interpret her role as a Seer of Light.

her role in gf3 onwards is defined by the Epilogues, where she either needed to transfer her consciousness to a robot body that could contain her ultimate self before her physical body died, or otherwise exist in a universe untethered from canon where connection to her ultimate self is irrelevant. she's had visions of, presumably, a great deal of the events of chapter 8, and i think understood that VV's whole gambit (whether or not she knew it was VV specifically playing this game) was to split the difference between Candy and Meat by disconnecting from Homestuck canon while still maintaining existential relevance in the shadow of some other story.

a lot of the best narrative premonitions/prophecies, especially in Homestuck, use them for dramatic irony-- that is, by trying to avoid a projected future, you only end up creating it. classic macbeth shit. if there's anyone in this story who viscerally understands that vicious narratological cycle, it's Rose Lalonde. so rather than pushing back, warning her friends, trying to rally the troops, she instead accepts that her universe's survival requires sacrifice, namely Major Character Death.

in this way, her so-called suicide wind is an echo of Dirk's own suicide in Candy, albeit towards existentially opposite purposes. and in that sense it's an equally selfish act, because who knows! maybe they *could* have done something substantial to prepare for Epigone's coming if Rose had bothered to warn anyone! but such is the passive nihilism of our beloved Seer, whose death could never be anything less than a dramatic tragedy. this was, in fact, an exercise in absolute agency-- Rose chose to accept her fate rather than fight back against it, perhaps even vibed with how poetic it was to be decapitated by her own beloved wife.

all of this is very relevant to the future of godfeels-- i didn't put her at the center of a load-bearing polycule just to have her death be meaningless. :)

#sarahposts #godfeels #rose lalonde #spoilers

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tklpilled · 1 year

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tgcf tk headcanons because i have to do EVERYTHING around here (spoilers)

xie lian is canonically SUPER ticklish and its SO cute i love him

feng xin and mu qing know about it but like. they never do anything about it

but HUA CHENG.

xie lian can NOT catch a break (not that he minds)

he's so dramatic about it he's like "please.. i cant take it anymore..." after two seconds

one time he tries to get hua cheng back and hes SO disappointed when it doesnt work

"you have to be ticklish!!" "i would never lie to gege <3"

but then xie lian gets to one of his like. two spots and they both just stare at each other

in hua cheng's defense. who would ever try to tickle THE crimson rain sought flower. how was he supposed to know

hua cheng lets xie lian tickle him as much as he wants but he will be just as if not more melodramatic

"i'm dying!!" "you are already dead"

qi rong is TIRED of them

speaking of qi rong. he tries boasting about how not ticklish he is and then xie lian squeezes his sides to make him shut up and he screams. turns out possessing someone else's body has consequences

(although his actual form is ticklish too. but he won't admit it)

xie lian gets into the habit of just reaching over and scribbling over qi rong's stomach when he's being too annoying

it kinda backfires though bc it just turns into qi rong shouting various curses and threats, and in most cases he's even louder than before

but xie lian finds it kinda funny so he keeps doing it

"COUSIN CROWN PRINCE YOU ARE TRYING TO KILL ME" "you are already dead!!!!"

he xuan is definitely not ticklish he's scary and intimidating and he doesn't giggle

there seems to be a theme involving ghost kings

disguised as ming yi, he is Actually not ticklish. shi qingxuan has tried. many times.

BUT in his true form he xuan is ticklish and shi qingxuan is very happy

not quite as ticklish as shi qingxuan but she doesn't care

he xuan doesn't tickle him back very often BUT

when he does she's always begging him to stop and then gets disappointed when he does actually stop

he doesn't love being tickled or anything but he does think it's fun!! esp when it's he xuan doing it

he xuan has sharp teeth + sometimes he bites shi qingxuan but she always giggles cause it always tickles rather than hurts

quan yizhen + yin yu <333 i love side ships

ANYWAY quan yizhen is super giggly when he's being tickled like he's just. a little puddle and its cute

yin yu always tries to hide his laugh but he breaks eventually

sometimes quan yizhen is all "shixiong :(((" whenever yin yu is trying to keep quiet so he just gives in right there

yin yu gets so flustered when it comes to like. most things in their relationship actually. bc quan yizhen is always so forward

"i want to tickle you" "???????"

and even in the reversed positions it's like

"can you tickle me" "?????????????"

quan yizhen just does not get flustered ever it's so unfair to yin yu

I FORGOT ABOUT FENGQING i am so sorry

mu qing is the more ticklish one. my reasoning is because he's my favourite of the two

they can't do ANYTHING without turning it into some sort of competition and tickling is no different

"tickle fight" no that shit's tickle Warfare. tickle Combat. tickle Armed Conflict

mu qing is like a cat his worst spots are his stomach + ears and feng xin gives me ticklish sides/ribs vibes

feng xin has more stamina than mu qing but mu qing will always try to last as long as he possibly can out of spite

xie lian has witnessed many. many of their tickle fights. he's tired

y'know what i take back what i said earlier. xianle trio tk fights

like it's just feng xin and mu qing but then some way or another xie lian will find a way to get involved

they never actually drag him into it (on purpose) because they want to be fair and they know he will Lose. he has Zero chance of winning.

but like. once he does get involved. they're not just going to kick him out

"feng xin!! help me!!!" "sorry your highness i have this really rare contagious disease called ligma"

xie lian has won a total of one (1) time against mu qing and that's only because he was teasing him to the point where he short-circuited long enough for xie lian to tickle him into a little heap on the ground

mu qing likes to pretend it never happened

#read these even if you arent familiar w tgcf bc im so funny #kaz speaks

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do you have anything with star flower? entirely fair if not but i find her fun as a character and also i love women who do a little crime as a treat

Bonefall DotC isn't super solidified yet and I don't even have a ton of 'fragments' to string together; but I will tell you that Star Flower will be Clear Sky's happy little mate over my dead fucking body.

Can't stand how DotC will see a conniving dad and his evil daughter, FINALLY setting up villains who out-bruteforce the tyrant and give him a run for his money when he'd previously been able to rule as an uncontested king bully, and be like, "how can we use these characters to reward Clear Sky"

I'm frothing at the mouth

But anyway, One Eye is now promoted to full god status. He is the Diety of Summer, a harbinger of blood and war, who later appears as Sharptooth and terrorizes the tribe because he is killed by one of the settlers.

It is a major plot point in the future that he is killed by someone Tribeborn, not Clanborn.

I'm thinking that, somehow, One Eye was sealed away in the Five Trees. The Great Rock is an ancient gravestone. Clear Sky's bloody First Battle killed so many cats that he was reawakened and decided to take his forest back.

So Star Flower is going to get buffed up in kind. She's either the child of the cat that the God is using as a vessel (like how Sol possesses Harry later), THE original vessel itself, or somehow a sort of construct that One Eye magically created.

That last option would mean she's somewhat similar to Brokenstar much later, who is the spirit of the dead 5th tree.

I also have a pretty metal idea later that Star Flower was actually buttering up to Skystar much later, pretending to love him and be his mate, so that she could trick him and sacrifice him 9 times because of his extra lives. She deserves to do something Evil and Mean and a little Fucked Up

Nothing solid though. Just ideas... but rest assured, Star Flower is utterly and completely safe from getting cut or mistreated by Bonefall DotC.

#Star Flower #Bonefall DotC #BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD #SKULLS FOR HIS THRONE #Sharptooth #One Eye #Bonefall Rewrite #I'm not sure if she's having those kits though #I'm kinda thinking that they're actually Thunder's but I dunno #I do think it would be interesting if she had Tiny Branch and he got killed for a similar reason as the one in Mothflight's Vision and--#--it makes Star Flower stop playing nice and go back to what she was born to do

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okay, so I have a theory that alvar died the night of the troll hive shenanigans and that in all his later appearances, hes been possessed by the ghost of umber, who is piloting around alvars dead body. i haven't read the books in a while though, so idk how much canon supports this. thoughts?

(although, knowing me its probably no surprise that i came up with this theory. im desperate for my blorbo to be alive :'))

As someone who has read the books many times, I don't believe there's any canon support for this. Doesn't mean you can't theorize about it! I just can't think of anything truly concrete that would help you out, it would all be extreme stretches of canon and introducing your own ideas to how canon works.

Like we could say that with the existence of the shadowplane (introduced in book 9), perhaps talented shades have a unique way of storing a part of themself away there, which Umber was able to do until another body was available for her to inhabit (Alvar).

Or that since shadowflux changes everything it touches, perhaps Umber's prolonged, repeated exposure and interaction with it has enabled her in some way to separate body from consciousness, meaning her body died but her consciousness didn't, and she put her consciousness in Alvar's.

The focus on consciousness does seem like more of telepath thing, but it is said that shades and telepaths do have a fair bit of overlap in their abilities. For example, the shadow whispering. A piece of your conscious goes into your shadow and can talk to another, so perhaps Umber put all of her consciousness in her shadow and transferred it to Alvar's body. Or to shadows/the shadowplane and then to Alvar's body once it because available

However, all of those are quite stretched and probably wishful thinking. She was killed very quickly, so unless she had prepared ahead of time, I don't think she'd have the time to do anything. And there's been no indication that ghosts or possession are real in the keeper world (however there have been other surprises, like Elysian, so maybe they are). We've also interacted with Alvar after her death, and he behaves like himself and has knowledge specific to Alvar. Yes, it's possible Umber somehow access his memories and is pretending. It's just a lot of hoops to jump through to think otherwise

Essentially, while I am sorry that you've lost a blorbo, I really don't think she's still alive, nor that there's any concrete support for her to still be alive in canon. Of course there's the slim possibility all these stretches are true, but I wouldn't get my hopes up, unfortunately </3

#kotlc #kotlc theories #neverseen-nevermore #long post #sorry your blorbo is dead #I wish I could offer you some hope I just really think she's dead forever #but hey. what do I know #i though shannon was gonna give us some slow build up to sokeefe and let sophie actually take #the time she wanted because she said she wasn't ready for a boyfriend #and then she turned around and made it canon the very next book #so. shannon clearly has some different ideas than me!

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Was it ever explained why Tsumiki, in particular was chosen to be a vessel to a reincarnated sorcerer? I've yet to reread the Culling Games so I may have forgotten or didn't notice the explanation, but on the chance that it was never cleared up, don't you think it's way too convenient how it all played out? That the 'opportunity' Sukuna was waiting for happened because Yorozu (his glorified simp) reincarnated in the body of Megumi's sister?

Makes me wonder what was Sukuna planning to do if Yorozu possessing Tsumiki was out of the equation? Cause we know he can't harm anyone because of his pact with Yuji. Maybe he'd have Uraume kidnap/kill Tsumiki. But I doubt that would be enough to get Megumi to succumb completely though. Since it wasn't until Sukuna killed Tsumiki with the TST that Megumi relented and I doubt having someone else kill his sister would have the same effect.

It also raises the question of how involved Kenjaku was in this whole ordeal? Cause pretty sure he's the one planting these reincarnated sorcerers and picking their hosts. I'm aware he had suspicions that Sukuna has his eyes on one of the students (though I'm not sure if he knew it was Megumi that Sukuna took interest in) but I don't think he and Sukuna were in cahoots in this at all (at the very least they didn't make any mention of it in any of their conversations we've seen). So does that mean, Tsumiki have always been a vessel ever since she fell into coma. Did Kenjaku just get lucky when choosing a vessel or did he purposely target Tsumiki because of Megumi (maybe he kept track of them because they were related to Toji)?

Then there's the fact that way back in chapter 1, Megumi who was sent by Gojo to retrieve Sukuna's finger just so happens to also be a compatible vessel. Like we all know, with Yuji Kenjaku was pulling the strings in the back. Didn't Kenjaku say that it didn't matter if Yuji swallowed the finger then cause he'd still find another way to make Yuji eat it? But what's the case with Megumi?

Is it really just coincidence, that in a one in a million chance, he so happens to have the capability and compatibility to host Sukuna as well? I remember someone mentioning it before but looking back at chapter 1, it seemed like Gojo and Kenjaku were both sending their 'champions' to retrieve a famed treasure (Sukuna's finger) and it's just so funny cause in a way it reminds me of Kenjaku's beef with the 6 eyes and limitless users. No wonder they were the bane of his existence 😂.

But back onto the question, is it fate/destiny? Cause the concept seems alien in JJK's standards. I wonder if aside from Kenjaku there's someone else orchestrating their own scheme behind the curtain.

It's just, there's so many suspicious stuff surrounding Megumi's increasing 'connection' to Sukuna that I wonder if this is somehow a play on fated souls or something else completely. In any case, I would really love to know your thoughts on this, and pls do correct me if I was remembering things wrong.

Wait... just... um... just saying that I love Yorozu lol. This is a Yorozu certified friendly blog lmao.

She's my crazy bitch I love her.

AND to your point, I'm not sure anymore. Like, let's say it was a twist that could be under way, or it could totally just be thick ass plot armor and Gege didn't think too much into it lol.

But....

I hope it's the former. Perhaps it was a coincidence that Sukuna happened to take an interest in Megumi, but something about Tsumiki being chosen feels like it could potentially be an obvious attempt at getting the Zenin kid with 10s ct involved in a major conflict like the Culling Game.

To be fair, I think it's still to soon to tell, but in retrospect, it really does look like Sukuna saw a shiny object (10s) that he decided he wanted to take for his own gain.

I do still feel like Sukuna acknowledges Megumi's potential, which goes back to what you said about the lengths he had to go through to break Megumi's will.

If there is a fated soul connection here, I think it comes back to how Megumi has to overcome Sukuna. Sukuna represents what Megumi could be if he got out of his way--Sukuna's mindset is unburdened by love and reason and so he is free to be himself.

In that sense, Sukuna has been a catalyst for Megumi's growth from the beginning.

Idk I'm having a hard time grounding this idea but I totally see what you mean. It's something that feels like it was a coincidence, but wasn't really a coincidence lol.

Ah! Sorry anon, that's kind of all the thoughts I have on the topic atm. Not sure if that helps. Let's keep this in mind tho, not only is it good brainrot, the theme of fate is running in the background in jjk.

Thanks for stopping by!

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