#in some twisted way she does care about all the children she had a hand in raising and manipulating

[bella-goths-wife]

How the yandere bowers gang love reader

I’m just a girl trying to be deep with her writing while very sick and in her feels so please tolerate my trash 🙏

Warnings: non-con mentions but not explicit, mommy issues, daddy issues, physical abuse, psychological abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, injuries, forced relationships, dead dove do not eat, yandere behaviour, obsession

I do not condone or romanticise abuse, the abuse I write about is purely to educate and entertain. Please do not romanticise the abuse that is occurring.

MDNI

Henry bowers:

Love is a strong word, it’s not the pure love that you’d dreamed about since you were a little girl

No, this love is deeply depraved and disgusting

He cares about you in his own way, he’d kill someone if they ever hurt you with the same hands that have carved his initials into your delicate body

But he does love you, for some inconvenience reason he does love you in his sick and twisted reason

He views you as someone who can take care of him, someone who can make his lunches and make him feel better after a bad day

He would never admit it, but he sees you as someone who could fill the void his mother left

He loved and adored his mother more than anyone else in the world and she left him, so he had no one to pour all of those feelings into until he met you

Except these feelings are increased and made more sickening

That’s one of the reasons that, unlike Patrick, he won’t force himself on you

He tried to, believe him he really tried

But all he could think about was when he saw his dad do it to his mom, and the look of pure horror on his moms face

He could definitely see himself marrying you one day, I mean, he’s the one in the group who deserves you the most after all

He’d kill the other boys if he had to, he may see them as his brothers

But you, he sees you as his wife and the person who will carry his future children

Patrick Hockstetter:

Patrick’s love is based in lust, but isn’t entirely consumed by it

He knew he was attracted to you from the start, he probably would have tried to drag you off at a party before Henry staked his claim on you

He is mostly obsessed with the way he can control you

He, as Henry’s unofficial second hand, has the second most control over you

And he loves you for it

He can control what you eat, how you dress and how you spend your time

He can control if you breath during the times he chokes you

He blames it on his mothers death or his ‘rough childhood’ but he’s just a sociopath

Genuinely, I know I’ve been adding in what factors to them being like this for the rest but for Patrick it’s simple

He’s a sociopath

You may be wondering how a sociopath is capable of love, and well he’s not fully in love

He’s obsessed with you and some part of him cares about you, the same way he would care if his car got scratched

Your a possession, he doesn’t care about your personality or your likes and dislikes

But you intrigue and entertain him enough to get his loyalty in exchange for what you can do for him

He doesn’t feel guilt for how he and the others treat you and he doesn’t feel bad for the fact that they are completely destroying you

He’s the only one to actually recognise that what they all do to you is making you slowly break, he just does not care

As long as your not hurting yourself or others are hurting you, he does not feel the need to care about what happens to you

He doesn’t even care about the fact that he’s sexually assaulting you

He would enjoy it more if you were actively consenting but he doesn’t care that you don’t

Because for him sex isn’t about pleasure, it’s about control and when he has sex with you he’s showing you another form of his control over you

So yes, in a way Patrick does love you

But it’s the similar way he would love a pet or a shiny care, as soon as you lose your entertainment value then you’d become nothing to him

Unluckily for you, as long as the rest are interested in you you’ll never not be entertaining for Patrick

And as you can see, that’s unlikely to happen

Victor cross:

Victors love is based in possession

He knows your Henry’s girl

Henry may share you with the rest of the group, but you belong to Henry

That’s always how it’s been in the group

Anything vic owned Henry would eventually take away from him

He views Henry as a brother, but some dark part of victor hates him

Especially when it comes to you

Victor sees how rough Henry is with his affection towards you, Victor could be so much gentler than him

Victor wants to own you, to possess you fully

He wants you to only think about him, to only speak to him, to only fuck him and to only be with him

He has fantasies of killing the others and locking you away so you can stay with him together

He chalks it up to having everything he’s over owned taken away from him by the others, but it’s more than that

He wants revenge

He sees how the others are obsessed with you and how they love you, the same way he loved all the possessions they took from him

He wants to take you away the way they took his things

And he’ll kill the others if he has too

Belch Huggins:

Belch loves you for your approval of him

His entire life he has lacked people being proud of him

He has a dead dad and an absent mom, he wasn’t really spoiled for choice when it comes to people who appreciated him

He thought his growth at such an early age would gain him approval, but it only gained him fearful looks

But you changed that

You may not remember the insignificant comment you made but he’ll always remember it

“Wow, your pretty strong” you had commented once after he had picked you up to take you to bed “you’d be good to practice lifts with”

He felt a surge of adoration after you said that

Finally, someone decided he was worth something

You decided he was worth practicing with you, you practically decided he deserved to live in his eyes

He’ll be anything or say anything to make you approve of him

Accept for defying Henry

Henry knows best, and Henry knows when you need to be disciplined for you own good

So no matter how much you look at him with those beautiful sorrow filled eyes, he has to do what he has to do to make sure you are given the best chance at the life you need

At least, the life that Henry decided that you need

He loves you deeply and with a sense of desperation

At times he would seem like a puppy desperate for your love and attention, the other times he would seem like a threat who could kill you at any moment

#slashers x reader #yandere bowers gang #yandere bowers gang x reader #bowers gang #yandere henry bowers x reader #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #yandere patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #yandere belch huggins x reader #belch huggins x reader #belch huggins #yandere victor criss x reader #victor criss x reader #victor criss #yandere it x reader #yandere slashers x reader #yandere slasher x reader

[onskepa]

Can I get a Jake sully x daughter reader.

where the reader was Jake's first child who he left on earth when he went on Pandora. Years later, Jake is finally reunited with his daughter, the one thing he hand longed for, but he finds out that she works for the RDA and is alongside Quaritch. I kinda want this to be a series cause I've been looking all over for fics like this but there are barely any at all.

Gotta admit, this one was a toughie. Not that I'm complaining, I enjoy a challenge. Now I did think long and hard where this would take place. Hope fully this is is good! enjoy!

NOTE: I had to change things around considering the time line and not everything will be down to the T compared to the movie.

Left behind series

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Left behind

Neytiri was enjoying her peaceful night with her two children, neteyam and kiri and her beloved mate jake. As she holds neteyam, while jake was holding kiri but he had a distant look into his eyes. Neytiri knows that look. It is a look where he is mentaly absent and wonders somewhere deep in his mind.

Doesn't happen often, and whenever it does, its about his past. Neytiri knows some of it but doesn't know all. Not that she minds. In fact, she encourages that he forgets his past. All of it.

"ma'jake" she softly calls out to him, placing her hand on his cheek, bringing his attention to her, bringing him back to the moment. Jake humms, paying attention to her. "whatever it is...its all in the past. Forget it, leave it behind. You are here with me and our children. You belong here with me" she says, letting her soft voice soothe his mind.

Unknowns to neytiri, it was the biggest mistake she will ever make.

Neytiri was holding spider, her blade at his throat. In front of her, the demon of her nightmares, Miles Quaritch stands in a false na'vi body doing the same with kiri.

"do it, he aint mine" Quaritch says, no hesitation in his voice. In fact, he was grinning as if to encourage neytiri. This isn't what she wanted. She wanted to strike fear into his heart. Have him feel what she is feeling.

"he doesn't care if I die!" spider tells neytiri. Normally she would ignore him but this time, she couldn't. "You don't care for your own child!?" she screeches. The demon grins in a twisted way. "As far as I am aware Mrs. sully, he isnt my child......but she is"

"MOM/NEYTIRI LOOK OUT!!" Kiri and jake shout to her.

It was quick, it was swift, neytiri couldn't block it in time. A shadow lunged behind neytiri, kicking her behind the knees and body slamming her with full force bringing her and spider down.

Neytiri was quick, fangs out, hissing out in anger only to be met with a gun at her face. She looks up and she sees a young woman. Tall, tough looking, her expression cold and deadly. But one thing stood out, and that was her eyes.

Her eyes were blue.

The same blue eyes jake once had in his human form.

"please! please don't hurt her!!" spider crawled up in front of neytiri as means to protect her. He didn't care of neytiri was threatening his life moments ago, she was not someone he wished death upon.

"quaritch p-please...!! tell her to step down or something!!" spider begged. But the man simply grinned. "you said a child for a child isnt that right Mrs. Sully?" Quartich teases.

kiri had enough and bit his arm making him let go. She ran to her dad but a bullet barely scrapped her shoulder making her shout in surprise.

Jake looked at the young woman who was facing them and time stopped for him. The blue eyes.....he knows those eyes better than anyone else's. Cause they were his own.

"Fair trade I say jake. My child for YOUR child"

Neytiri and the kids were shocked. Jake looked as though he was stabbed a million times.

"daddy? daddy who is that?!" tuk asks as she tugs his hand. Kiri, spider and neytiri also wanted to know.

"she is my daughter" jake says. The daughter he loved. The daughter he cherished with his life. The daughter he left behind for Pandora.

The girl stared at him with nothing but hate and malice.

"not anymore" was what came of her mouth, her voice void of emotion, cold and distant.

"My name is Proto Quaritch, and I am Miles Quaritch's daughter!"

Ngl I feel like I could have done better. I can see this being a series but I got three in the works. This will have to be temporarily be in the shelf until I am done with one of the series. Anyways, I hope ya'll like it!

#avatar #na'vi x reader #avatar the way of water #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #kiri #jake sully #kiri sully #jake sully x neytiri #neytiri x reader #neytiri #spider sully #miles socorro #miles quaritch #jake x reader #atwow #avatar twow #avatar way of water #tuk #tuk sully #tuktirey

[itsabouttimex2]

Plot twist: the moment d!reader is set free from both of the circles at the end of the journey, they dissapear into the night, never to be seen again...or not.

I'm sorry i just, as much as i love yanderes, i want to see them suffer. At least a bit.

Ps. You're an amazing writer and i really enjoy your fics. Also, you really helped in getting my friend into yandere, so thank you for that🙂

Taken Aboard:

Running Away

(I’m super glad that you enjoy my fics! And I’m glad your friends enjoys them, too! Yandere is a really fun trope to play with!)

So, in the case that you do pull a runner at the end of this long and arduous journey, Y/N… your biggest enemy is now yourself.

Because, as hard as you might have tried to fight it, you have been civilized. You have grown accustomed to society. You have started to care. This journey has changed and bettered you, as it has all your companions.

You are no longer a mere demon tending to monsters great and mighty, no more a child planting seeds and spreading spores.

You can’t ever go back to being the wild little creature you once were.

If you’ve ever read Gilgamesh, I’d say Enkidu is a good comparison for your development. After he’s been ‘civilized’ by Shamhat, Enkidu can no longer return to the home he knows and loves, the animals who once accepted him now fleeing on sight.

Now, if you leave before the journey’s end…

You run, devastated and distraught that so much of yourself is gone and lost, never to be reclaimed. The forest may not be the home you know, but some part of it is still familiar.

You purge the hunters and loggers who have taken up residence within the Emerald Grove, violently spilling their nourishing blood across the hungry soil, pitch their flesh into the mouths of ravenous beasts.

It doesn’t make you feel better- you know that at least some of these men and women were trying to feed themselves, their children.

But at least the forest is newly quiet, contented by a fresh meal, leaving you in peace to mourn.

As for hoping to ‘never being seen again’…

Sun Wukong’s Golden Vision has a little something to say about that.

Within hours he’s stalking back to the Emerald Grove in a huff, hauling his way up the tallest tree he can find and unhappily making his way over to you.

The Great Sage snatches you off the bark and tosses you over his shoulder, clambering down the tree as you kick and scream. You demand to be released and removed from the group, biting and pounding your fists agains his invulnerable back.

“Being naughty today, bud? Here I was, thinking you had finally gotten past this ‘running back home’ phase.”

“I am not a baby,” you scream, digging your teeth into the base of his spine with all your demonic might. “PUT ME DOWN!”

You manage to draw just a few drops of blood, not that it phases the simian. He doesn’t even seem to notice.

“You’re making things harder for all of us, you know that? And you keep setting us back with all the running away nonsense. But I had Master call a certain someone up to maybe settle this for us all, bud.”

Against your angry protests and endless assault does the Great Sage drag you back to camp, switching to hold you in his arms instead of over his back.

Immediately do your screams of anger turn to pained wails, the sound of a holy sutra hitting your eyes. The blessed bands around your wrists tighten, scraping the skin they compress to rawness.

And before you stands not only the holy monk who tricked you into wearing these golden hoops, but the goddess who gave them to him.

“Sun Wukong, please place the child down,” she lightly instructs, her tone even and polite. “Might I speak to them for a moment?”

The Handsome Monkey King obeys, nudging your towards the goddess after he releases his grip on you.

Guanyin comes to you slowly, kneeling to take your face into her soft and gentle hands.

And you bite her.

“You- you call yourself a goddess,” you scream, fangs wet with her divine ichor. “Of mercy and compassion! But all you do is hand out tools of torture and punishment! I wanted to stay in my forest! I wanted to stay with my friends!” A hard shove, nearly knocking her over. “And you helped Sanzang take me away! You gave him these awful bands and he pretended they were gifts to get me to put them on! But they weren’t! And you let him! And now he uses them to hurt me! I hate you! I hate him! I hate all of you!”

Finally you collapse, sobbing openly into your hands.

Tang Sanzang watches in horror as heavenly blood feeds the ground, causing new and gorgeous growth to break from the soil, flowers blooming in massive clusters.

Wukong seethes that you could be so disrespectful to the one and only god he actually cares for, the only one he finds to be tolerable and kind.

Everyone else just recoils in both fear and hurt, your last words ringing painfully in the ears.

But Guanyin approaches once more, kneeling to level herself with you. There is no retribution or anger in her touch, placing a light kiss onto your forehead.

“You’re right, aren’t you? This journey has not been easy, nor has it been kind- and for you especially, perhaps it has been cruel. And I too, have been unkind to dabble in your affairs. Will you allow me to ease the burdens of your travel?”

From a silk pouch does she procure a mirror, pushing it into your shaking hands.

“My child, I give to you this heavenly mirror, which has been forged from blessed steel and holy sand melted to glass by dragonfire. To look upon it will show you your beloved forest, and all those you have left behind.”

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Now, this is super important- Y/N’s involvement in the journey is incredibly unfair. The others come because they seek personal growth or redemption, but Y/N?

They had to come. They were tricked into thinking those golden tightening bands were gifts and eagerly asked Sanzang to help put them on, jumping up and down in excitement at receiving something so pretty. The only reason they agreed to wear these ‘generously’ gifted bands was because they thought it was an honest gift.

So there’s already a sense of betrayal about the whole thing, that their first gift from anyone was actually just a trap to pull them along on a lengthy and dangerous journey.

Then, where the others were either entirely willing (Sanzang) or had to redeem themselves for crimes or mistakes (Wukong), Y/N was forced to come along with their worst crimes being: fighting off invaders and killing poachers. And all for that, they are ripped from home and forced to leave behind everything they’ve ever known and loved.

And Guanyin does three things here:

1. Acknowledges your anger/sorrow.

2. Validates your feelings without hesitation.

3. Actively works to soothe them.

With the mirror in hand, you can look upon the Emerald Grove and see your old animal friends, know that they’re safe even without you, and put your fears to rest.

It’s not perfect.

But it’s a good start to get you to actually care about these pilgrims, given that you don’t spend every night in flurry of nightmares, thinking fitfully of your beloved forest.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Tang Sanzang #Yandere Sun Wukong #Guanyin #Taken Aboard #Journeyfam

[jackoshadows]

One of Arya’s canonical relationships often ignored or minimized, because of fandom sexism, is that of her and Rickon Stark. Despite the text mentioning several times that Arya loves to play with babies, this is ignored simply because her character is often critiqued - by both feudal Westeros and fandom - for not performing femininity as per patriarchal ideals.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her "Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface." - Arya, AGoT

Arya has a closer relationship with both Bran and Rickon, right from when they are babies - it’s not just a case of her hanging around the boys. When Robb takes Sansa, Arya and Bran down into the crypts to prank them, it’s Arya’s hand that baby Bran clutches when he is scared.

Her brother Robb had taken them down, her and Sansa and baby Bran, who'd been no bigger than Rickon  was now. (---) Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. "There are worse things than spiders and rats," he whispered. "This is where the dead walk." That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya's hand. - Arya, AGoT

Sansa’s only nostalgic memory of Rickon in her POV appears when she thinks Arya is safely back in Winterfell:

Once in a while, Sansa even missed her sister. By now Arya was safe back  in Winterfell, dancing and sewing, playing with Bran and baby Rickon,  even riding through the winter town if she liked. - Sansa, ACoK

And when Arya misses her family back home:

She wanted to tease Bran and play with baby Rickon and have Robb smile at her. - Arya, AGoT

After going on the run, Arya is concerned and worried for Rickon and wonders how tall he would have grown:

A whooping gang of small children went running past, chasing a rolling  hoop. Arya stared at them with resentment, remembering the times she'd  played at hoops with Bran and Jon and their baby brother Rickon. She wondered how big Rickon  had grown, and whether Bran was sad - Arya, AGoT

For a moment Arya forgot to breathe. Dead? Bran and Rickon,  dead? What does he mean? What does he mean about Winterfell, Joffrey  could never take Winterfell, never, Robb would never let him. Then she  remembered that Robb was not at Winterfell. He was away in the west, and Bran was crippled, and Rickon only four. It took all her strength to remain still and silent, the way Syrio Forel had taught her, to stand there like a stick of furniture. She felt tears gathering in her eyes, and willed them away. It's not true, it can't be true, it's   just some Lannister lie. - Arya, ACoK

She watched the parchment twist, blacken, and flare up. If the Lannisters hurt Bran and Rickon,  Robb will kill them every one.  - Arya, ACoK

So canonically it’s Arya who played with baby Rickon, misses him terribly in KL, wonders how tall he has grown and worries over what is happening to him in Winterfell. All this is Arya, not Sansa.

Note: This is not a critique of Sansa and how much she thinks of her family. There is nothing wrong in not wanting to be near babies or not wanting to play with babies. There is nothing wrong in not wanting to hang around little children or not wanting to care for them. Especially as Sansa and Arya are themselves children!! They are only 9 and 11 when the story starts and are now 11 and 13.

This is a critique of a fandom that twists Arya into some ‘NLOG’ caricature, ‘male-coded’, masculine, being violent, impulsive, too damaged, going around biting people, who can only fight or kill, wanting to sail away instead of being home with family, cannot become Lady of Winterfell because she is not the right kind of lady, has internalized misogyny etc. - all because her character disliked a few activities like sewing, singing and dancing. And all the while projecting qualities like motherhood, maternal feelings, womanhood, romance, marriage, children on 11/13 year old Sansa.

Things get even worse with the Jon/Sansa shippers, who turn Jon and Sansa into some masochistic, twisted idea of Ned and Cat (Because of course Jon Snow is a self-loathing, pathetic, shallow, sad sack of shite craving Catelyn’s approval and falling for the daughter who looks like Cat and acts a snob towards him simply because she’s too beautiful to resist at 11 years old 😭) and therefore Rickon is going to see them together and think they are his parents....

Like I said, taking from Arya’s canonical relationships in the books and giving to Sansa because the tradfem section of fandom are unable to read Arya as having a loving and caring relationship with her little siblings.

And then there’s Rickon Stark himself. First of all, Rickon would surely remember Jon Snow and Sansa as his siblings? Why would he think they are Ned and Cat? They are not clones!! 

Secondly, Rickon and Shaggy were mirroring each other’s wildness before they even left Winterfell. It’s Shaggydog who was biting people! Rickon then grew up during his formative years with Osha in Skagos or Cannibal Island. Osha is of the Freefolk and the Skagosi, like the Freefolk, talk in the Old Tongue. They live in caves and perform human sacrifices. This Rickon is going to see Jon and Sansa and go all ‘Mama and papa!’ and think he is their baby?! 😂😂😂

Then there’s all these future speculations and theorizing about how Sansa is going to become Rickon’s regent in TWoW. Again, how? Sansa is 13 in the TWoW sample chapter. Is she suddenly going to magically grow 3 years in the next chapter and turn 16? Additionally, the regent should have a good know how of the North to help the Lord of Winterfell run WF and the North - again, canonically it’s Arya who knows how Winterfell works, who refers to her father’s advice and teachings and who follows her father’s idea of Northern justice.

The only Stark/Snow who currently has the age and experience to become anyone’s regent is Jon Snow. And I don’t even see him being appointed as one, rather it’s more likely he is made KITN.

So after Bran, the Stark closest to Rickon is Arya. And then it’s most possibly Jon Snow. Jon who tells Tyrion to take a message for Rickon in Winterfell and Rickon who stopped to tell Jon hi at the feast and kept asking Bran why Jon was not sitting with them.

The only reason 13 year old Sansa keeps being connected to Rickon as some kind of maternal mother figure is because of fandom sexism and their rigid ideas of gender, femininity and even toxic masculinity.

#Arya Stark #Rickon Stark #asoiaf #Fandom sexism

[comfortless]

How would König be with a more masculine girl? she likes him! she does care, she just has no soft corners, only sharp edges, she wants to care for him but instead of gentle nudges she almost commands him to come in, sit, eat, close his mouth when he chews

König would be both over the moon and smoldering beneath the sun all at once! Unwilling to accept any of it, but incredibly interested. You’re more like one of his fellow operators than some damsel civilian begging to be rescued, and he likes that.

You’re so independent and headstrong, it puts him in an odd position where he’s not even sure that you need him around at all. So, he does what he does best, and… fucks things up just a little. There’s plenty of taunting to be had in this household (one-sided, too, because he can dish it but most certainly can not take it).

Ultimately, the twist of competition and competence that you bring is exciting for him. It’s nice to know that he doesn’t need to worry so much when you’re apart. You can do more than just handle him, but yourself too. He doesn’t get to play out his silly fantasies the majority of the time, and for König it is nice to be a bit pampered and put into his place from time to time. He just doesn’t tell you that.

You want to “pretend” to be a lone wolf, yet you’re struggling with a jar or lifting a heavy piece of wooden furniture. You won’t have the opportunity to make the request for his help (if you even want it at all), because he will come rushing over to you the very second your hands reach for something that he doesn’t believe you can handle on your own. If he’s seemed cocky in some other scenario before, it most definitely triples now. “Look, schatz. You do need me, hm?” each time that he assists you in some way. You roll your eyes at him, tell him to stop showing off and prepare dinner, and he listens, though not before giving you a little squeeze and likening you to something small and cute in his mother tongue as if to further accentuate his point.

And maybe it is very a bit annoying, to have some man liken you to bunnies and fairies when you’re just as capable as he is, only in different areas of expertise. You can’t rid him entirely of his weird, old-fashioned fantasies where you two share a brood of children and live on the side of a mountain; he can’t sway you into settling for biding your time getting your nails done or flashing him helpless looks any time he’s purposefully screwed a lid on too tight. The love is very much here, but accompanying it is König’s eternal pettiness. Even dinner turns to a taunt when he prepares something vaguely phallic, Debrezeiner instead of something simpler.

He tries to coax you into wearing some frilly little dress rather than a ratty old shirt of his, or heaven forbid, his boxers. The scandalized looks he gives you then are in abundance. And it’s odd to him just… how much he realizes that he likes it, how cute you look in things meant for a man his size, the way that you even smell like him now when you’re prancing about in something that he’s had for years. The blush that stretches from his neck to his temples is more than a small betrayal.

The playful sparring is a regular past time. He likes to remind you in the gentlest way that he’s on top here, and on top of you happens to be his favorite way of doing so.

He doesn’t even seem to realize that really, he’s more fragile than he makes himself out to be. Every brazen and blunt word out of his mouth or show of power reveals itself to just be a front when he rests his head over your chest to sleep, listens to your heartbeat as though it were his favorite lullaby on earth. He babbles endlessly during a session of intimacy of just how much he needs you, doesn’t shut up even when he comes and whispers against your cheek of just how he would die without you here. The fear of being left out in the cold, alone, is maybe what sways him into acting this way, but there’s always that comfort in knowing that you need him just as much; you don’t hold back in saying so.

[thatbadadvice]

Help! My Mother-In-Law Buys A New Outfit Every Time She Pours Jet Fuel on Chilean Sea Bass and Throws Their Carcasses, Flaming, Into the Rainforests from the Open Belly of Her Private Plane

Care and Feeding, Slate, 1 May 2023:

Dear Care and Feeding, My husband and I have two children (2 years and 6 months). We recently moved back to my husband’s hometown to pursue a career opportunity for me. My husband has been home with the kids but was just offered a job. We found a daycare, but it can only take the kids three days a week right now (we’re on waitlists for full-time, but it seems like it could be months or more before we find two full-time spots). My mother-in-law has generously offered to watch the kids for the other two days. Overall, she is a lovely, responsible woman, but we have some significant value differences around environmental issues and I’m not sure how to navigate them. Our household focuses heavily on environmental awareness. We drive electric cars, we compost, we limit our air conditioning, we limit our flying, we eat all leftovers, we avoid plastics whenever possible, and we buy exclusively secondhand clothing. My mother-in-law is a big fan of consumption. Her house is full of plastics. She throws away whatever is left on her plate at the end of a meal, she keeps her house so cold in the summer that I need a sweater and she drives a minivan. I’m concerned about the message it sends to the kids if we stick to our values, except when to do so would be inconvenient. How do I bridge our two very different lifestyles going forward? —Environmentalist Mama in Limbo

Dear Environmentalist Mama,

I'm not sure how you can describe a person who air-conditions her home and drives a minivan as "lovely" and "responsible" but I will assume that this planet-hating harpy has gripped you so tightly in her environmentally irresponsible talons that you cannot see the wildfire-ridden forest for the trees (which she is personally cutting down for fun and profit). Do not let yourself be hoodwinked by promises of familial love and generous offers of free child care, as if these things matter more than assiduously composting! This woman is a monster who is single-handedly destroying the only earth your precious babies have to live on. Imagine the tragedies that will unfold if your children experience a loving connection with a person who purchases items made of plastic? They could come to believe that other humans are whole people with their own interior lives and decision-making apparatuses and values instead of ugly nasty baddies who dare to oppose Mommy's One True And Only Way?

You simply cannot bridge two lifestyles as different as the two you describe here. On the one hand, we have your blameless and perfect eco-conscious little household of brave, Dumpster-diving Oliver Twists, and on the other hand, we have an ethically compromised, unscrupulous, indefensibly ignorant shitbird who probably barbecues her factory-farmed meats over asbestos tiles and flies to Australia to distribute the ashes over the Great Barrier Reef. If Planet Earth does not spin out into an apocalyptic ball of climate disaster by the time your children are old enough to be knifing their peers over tire fires for their share of rat rations, it will be because your uniquely virtuous family had the moral fortitude to drive an electric car and limit your flying. After all, electricity comes from magical climate-neutral fairies and the jet fuel industry is waiting with bated breath for the day that you ground your family and send an international behemoth into wholesale free-fall.

If there is one guaranteed way forward through the climate crisis, it is to silo ourselves into individual categories of "good people" who use paper straws (like you! you are so good!) and "amoral reprobates" (such as your mother-in-law, who sucks!) who do not. The very future of humanity depends on demonizing and shaming other people until they behave as we want them to, privileging individual actions over collective resistance to and accountability for the worst global offenders, and rejecting community-building opportunities in favor of being the only best good person ever.

Build no bridge with this woman! She would probably just drive over it with her minivan, and then the blood of billions will be on your hands.

#advice #bad advice #care and feeding #slate #environment #climate change #climate crisis #parenting #mothers-in-law #in-laws #family advice #paper straws #electric cars #great barrier reef #we're all fucked

[house-strong]

༄࿔ unbent and unbroken

summary ; drabble requested by anon as part of my 1k follower celebration.

“Naz (Urdu) - assurance/pride in knowing that the other’s love is unconditional and unshakable with Jace ❤️”

pairing ; jacaerys velaryon x betrothed!reader

notes ; au where visenya lives and nyra ends up as queen AND has all six children living, because that’s my favorite trope 🧡 slight warning because jacaerys is a certified lover boy and this made ME shy writing it,, it’s also currently 1am so very obviously unrevised sorry lads

all young lords from across the country had flocked to king’s landing to court the princess visenya targaryen. queen rhaenyra, first of her name, decreed that visenya would choose her own suitor – the same luxury her father had granted her all those years ago. these courtships lasted almost a month and jacaerys was quickly tiring of the constant attention.

his mother, somehow, persuaded him to stay when he was threatening to leave a fortnight in to the occasion. she told him that he was the prince of dragonstone and crowned heir to the iron throne, and it was one of his duties to see his only sister off.

to share his agony, he dragged you, his betrothed, with him to kings landing. it wasn’t much so dragging, per se, you loved celebrations; the music, the attire, the food. despite being promised to the heir of the iron throne, lords from across the lands always found some way to flirt with you, whisking you away from your handsome prince.

instead of being your knight in shining armor, jacaerys would grin and watch the lords take you away. he never paid any mind. no jealousy, no spite, or sour looks. he was absolutely confident in your faithfulness. despite not being married just yet, you and jacaerys shared an indestructible bond – one that he put his all in. when alone, you two would gossip about what the lords would willingly tell you. jacaerys thought it was hilarious how much trust they had put in you within mere hours.

his attention is torn away from the conversation he was having with his mother. he knows it’s disrespectful, especially in front of crowds, to not be listening to his queen mother, but he didn’t care. instead, a smile spreads his lips open like the way a crowd does when royalty approaches. he’s watching you carefully, his stomach twisting in knots, doing flips, somersaults, as he watches you toss your head back and laugh – it’s loud, boisterous, and undoubtedly you.

no envy, no anger – only bliss. he’s ready to chuckle himself as if he heard what you were laughing about, but the touch on his shoulder brings him back to the present. he turns to his mother, mouth slack as he realizes his disrespect. he’s ready to apologize, but the soft look on his mother’s face dissuades him.

“you’re not worried?” she asks, following where his gaze had once gone. the queen is eyeing you and surprisingly, a smile hugs her right cheek.

his attention returns to you and he shakes his head, dark strands of hair bouncing with volume, “not at all. look at her, she’s marvelous, isn’t she?”

queen rhaenyra’s eyes return to jacaerys, where she watches him continue to smile absentmindedly at the sight of you conversing with other lords. he reminds her so much of her former lover; like a spitting image.

the same devotion jacaerys bears for you is something she’s envious of – it was something she herself had all those years ago.

“she returns to me, without fail, every night. they can laugh with her all they want, but she’s mine,” jacaerys continues, hand settling on the loop of his belt, “and i am hers.”

the words make thoughts become real and he feels pride bloat in his chest. tenderness, sincerity, and unconditional, irrevocable love floods his being when he fully understands that he’s off the deep end. he’s infatuated, so desperately in love with you. you are to jacaerys as wine is to a drunkard – he wants to drown himself in you and keep you by his side, his cup never emptying.

feeling a hard stare that’s almost burning holes into your skull, you turn your head and meet jacaerys’ distracted gaze. your smile only seems to broaden and the prince feels himself swoon. he’s so lucky, lucky in the fact he’s found love doing his duty, and blessed that it’s you. he gives you an equally big grin, his teeth poking out beneath his pink lips.

he’s perfectly imperfect and you’re beautifully crafted by the gods themselves.

you give him a bashful wave, one that he returns smoothly. he can hear his mom giggling beside him, but he doesn’t care. lords and lady’s can call him names, his uncles can call him a lovesick fool, but he’d rather be that with you by his side than anything else.

you’re both staring at each other now, each gaze soft and full of unwavering adoration.

he notices that your mouth moves in silent words.

he’s sure it’s saying, ‘i love you.’

jacaerys bites his lip to try and conceal the wicked grin that’s eating at his cheeks – a harsh fatigue beginning to settle under the flesh. he waits a few moments before he mouths the same exact phrase back to you.

“excuse me, your grace,” he moves to give his mother a chaste kiss on the cheek. he dips his head in respect before moving away, making a beeline towards where you were. he finally reaches you, smiling at the other lords, “pardon me, my lords, but my betrothed is needed elsewhere.”

the lords mutter words of ‘my prince’, ‘my lady’, and perhaps a goodbye was thrown in. jacaerys doesn’t pay mind to it, for he slips his hand into yours and pulls you into his side, leading you away from the crowd.

you giggle, “i’m needed elsewhere, am i?”

jacaerys shoots you a look in the corner of his eye; he was never a good liar.

“yes, your handsome and dashing, young prince needs you.”

“handsome and dashing, hm? let me know when you see him.” you tease.

it’s jacaerys’ turn to laugh and he gently pinches you through your dress, you jump at the action.

“maybe i should just return you to the lords over there?” his steps slow and his brows furrow, his arm removing itself from the small of your back. he gently motions towards the lords he had just taken you from. he starts walking toward them, a grin on his lips. his cheeks are crying out, but the pain is worth it.

you swat at him and pull him back towards you, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“want to see?”

#jacaerys velaryon imagine #jacaerys velaryon blurb #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon fanfic #jacaerys imagine #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fic #hotd blurb #my writing #house-strong 1k celebration

[diacripticcomplex]

Shu x Yui smut (Yui going back in time again?? Optional)

Shu x Yui: (Crusader time period)

TW: War and sexual violence, rape, murder.

Shu’s POV:

Our calvary managed to breech into the desert kingdom, it was quite beautiful but I just wanted to take a moment to myself…it’s been a long war, I didn’t sign up for this, nor did I lead or devise any plans that was mainly Ayato and Reiji. I don’t care for glory or power, I just want to be left in peace..

Roaming this desert area was a pain, it was unbearably hot and due to the war there weren’t any women in sight. Most of them hiding, waiting for us to take them for the capture, the spoils of war, we were allowed to do as we wished with these women, we killed their men, enslaved their children…it was the way. I sigh out to myself. “What’s wrong Shu~?” Laito’s annoying voice sang out. I don’t say anything to him. “Where are the women??!” Kanato yelled out, throwing his sword to the ground, it made an irritatingly loud sound. “They’re probably hiding in that temple over there” Laito stated, and pointed in finger to a large structure it was quite lovely, the art and the color, it was a sandy dune nothing like the churches that were built in Europe.

We all make our way to the temple, Laito was indeed correct, the women were there and they were in for a difficult time, but as I said before, this was the way of war. My brothers wasted no time and began to defile the women they found. Reiji had them strung up, naked and slice cuts all over them. He’s usually not like this, but war took away his gentlemen aspect I guess..the triplets raped women together then killed them slowly. “This isn’t right…” Subaru said to me, we were the only two not participating in this slow slaughter. “There’s no point in stopping them…I don’t care I’m going to find a place to sleep..” I tell him, and I got up the stairs on this lavish temple. There was a dark room that I entered it was much colder in this corridor also, it felt nice, I couldn’t hear the screams of the women anymore.

“You..! You can’t be here..!” A human woman shouted at me, just when I was enjoying the quietness. “Yea? Tell it to someone who cares, get out my way mortal” I reply back to her, she looks furious, I got a better look at her, she had silky slightly curled platinum hair and pink eyes, she was very pale for a desert person, she must be royalty..the princess Yui it had to be her.., always indoors she’s wealthy enough to be kept inside. I come up to her, closing in on any space she believed she had the right to, I shoot my hand to grab her face, such soft delicate features, I want her on her knees. “On your knees, we control this kingdom now, you have no choice but to submit to me here..or you’ll suffer much worse by my brothers, make your choice…” I gently tell her. “Your brothers..?” She questioned, I nodded and explained to her all the vile things they are doing to the women of her kingdom that she is supposed to protect, her face twists with sadness and fear, it wasn’t a bad look at all. “Please don’t do this to them.” She begs, I chuckled. “I can’t do anything about them…better pray my brothers give them a swift death…you however are a real treat, you smell awfully appetizing..” I state then lick her neck, I took a bite out of it right after, she hollered in pain, her cries were music to my ears. “I don’t want this..get off me!” She screamed and with all her pathetic strength she pushed me off her. “Alright I’ll give you to my brothers then..” I state firmly, and gripping her by her hair, felt like silk in my hands. I dragged her all the way downstairs like this, she kicked and screamed, she’s such a nuisance but it’s definitely giving me some energy.

“Who the fuck is this? She smells great” Ayato remarked and flashed his stupid smile. Reiji turned, he was holding a fresh head he just decapitated. “She does indeed smell quite ravishing.” He commented, all my brothers even Subaru were intrigued by this woman. “Her blood is of the finest quality..I gave her a choice she hasn’t made it yet..” I say out to them, I think after looking at all the disbursing things my brothers committed towards these innocent women she grew mortified.

“You’re all monsters…” she whispered, her eyes widened with fear, gripping her flimsy cross. “Make your choice human..” I tell her, she gulped. “Fine..I choose you.” I smirked at this answer, then I grabbed her by the back of her neck and bent her down, pulling up her dress, I guess desert women don’t wear under garments, must be too hot for that…not complaining. Her skin needed to be defiled with my handprints. I smacked her butt, hard. Instantly the skin turned bright red. I was already half hard, and decided to just take her then and there, in front of my brothers, I didn’t care what they thought..or what she wanted I cared only for my pleasure and power over this foolish human. “Know your place…you’re my slave now princess Yui..” I say, sadism and lust dripped in my voice, her moans enticed me further, she cursed at me and begged for me to stop already, I didn’t want to, and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it, she’s nothing now, nothing but my plaything.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #dialovers #yui komori #diabolik brothers #diahell #shu sakamaki #smut #rape #war crimes #trigger warning #diabolik lovers community #smut diabolik lovers #sakamaki brothers #crusaders #dead dove fic

[tweedlebugged]

Squinting at the latest dndads episode suspiciously and poking it with a stick. Because on the one hand, it definitely feels like something sus is going on under the surface here and Anthony’s going to pull the rug out any minute now.

On the other, this is a show called Dungeons and Daddies and you kind of have to accept on admission that the characters can and will twist the logical rules of the universe into a pretzel in service of a really good goof. So there’s no way to tell right now what seems a little weird For the Drama and what seems a little weird For the Bit.

Take Jodie. Last season he was this badass demon and objectively the most put together dad, and now he’s this kind of pathetic loser trying to get back with his ex. His ex who he’s definitely been broken up with for over two decades at this point, given that he was already dating Scam during the Church of the Doodler stuff only a few years post season 1. And he was a really involved dad who is obviously disappointed in Nicky for not being part of Taylor’s life, but also he seems totally indifferent toward Hermie and pinches his nose when he has to be near him? It’s weird! And he acts so eager to use these kids and is VERY obviously trying to manipulate them—the whole chosen one thing tbh, and giving scary “secret” information and telling her she smells so super evil when she’s just…not lol—but then gets worried and tries to stop Scary when she does something that will actually hurt her. Officer Foster sir what the fuck is your deal?

But also—Jodie the cringe fail King of Hell is hilarious and Jimmy could just have been leaning into that new persona because it’s good radio. And it was! So who knows!

And Glenn. We know he canonically helped found DADDIES and was working to take down the Doodler (fighting at the Church, putting in the super fast elevator) and Nicky continued to be involved for years after, so clearly the Close/Foster family cared about the Doodler stuff at one point. So how did Glenn end up with the Doodler’s anchor and why is he maiming children to keep them from getting it? Children he should probably recognize and care about at least a little! (Although to be fair Taylor and Link are both still wearing skull masks)

But ALSO—and I say this lovingly—Glenn does have a slight history of being a selfish garbage man, and even though his character grew a lot by the end of season 1 it still wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibility for him to have looked around after his friends were gone, realized all of his loved ones were actually safe, and decided to fuck off to do cool things in hell instead. Especially after the other kiddads betrayed Nicky. Anthony did say that he’d let the players decide what happened to their characters, and while I don’t know Mr. Frederick Wong personally “fighting 666 demons in mega hell with the love of his life” does have the exact vibe of an ending he’d choose for Glenn.

So is Glenn under the influence of the anchor somehow? Is he actually one of the Likely family in disguise? Or is Freddy taking full advantage of being Glenn again to play out this character to its logical and EXTREMELY funny conclusion? Impossible to say!

And finally Agent Schmegan and the FBI. All that work hunting Nicky to the point that he had to abandon his family and stalking Taylor until they had an opportunity to draw out his dad, all so they could capture Nicky and torture him into letting them into hell. And now suddenly all they needed was text message permission from some random unrelated teenager and they could open a portal themselves? That’s fishy! And they had special weapons designed to take down Nicky, who said if they ever captured him his dads would be dead, but now Jodie can fight them all by himself without much issue? Feels a little like a scam, actually!

BUT ALSO—the 12 soccer players have been tied to the FBI since the FBI was introduced, and it makes sense to play out those stories at the same time. And since you can only go to hell once, bringing the FBI there now could take them out as a threat to Nicky. Which is more a narrative move than a comedy beat but would still be very funny when he loses his excuse to be an absentee dad and has to actually interact with Taylor. And his ex wife. And her new boyfriend.

This post isn’t going anywhere, the episode just reminded me why trying to theorize about Dungeons and Daddies is like trying to connect a conspiracy board with silly string (affectionate)

#I don’t know what’s happening here but I know I’m having fun watching it #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #dndads glenn close #dndads jodie foster #nicholas foster #nick close #is there a better tag for him this man has too many names

[lamamasjamas]

Butterfly

Summary: Miguel hates Venn Diagrams.

A/n: Uhm...the butterfly effect or whatever, I don't know. So, basically... Miguel is a selfish bootyhole in every universe.

Parásitos Masterlist

Warnings for the series: Dead Dove Do Not Eat!, angst, smut (dub-con), breeding kink for sure, Miguel is delulu, heavy topics such as death, gore, children dying/being tested on and more, allusions to comic origins and story, Dark Fic!!

The papers scattered around the table were horrific. Images of cancerous tumors under skin of test subjects, oftentimes causing the body to deform, bones to shift out of place and flesh to tear.

His hands start to tremble. The number of files and reports, lab notes and tests. It was too much, it made him nauseous, his stomach twisting unpleasantly.

Your Miguel was no saint, even you knew that.

But he knew he didn't tell you about this, you might have no idea what he really does at work.

That's where realities diverge. He stopped the experiments, those done by him anyway. His employer poisoned his body, getting him hooked on Rapture.

He became Spider-Man, not by the kindness of his heart but because he was finding a way out of addiction.

He assumes all Miguel's are as selfish as him. Yours continued the experiments, he was brought fame, the streets were 'safer', at least those in uptown, he was in good standing with his boss.

Xina, out of state. Dana, left him. Gabriel...

Gabriel doesn't answer his calls in this universe, neither does his mother. He thought he was better off, too consumed in his own success to care. Too consumed in building a new life and family with you to notice.

You and Gabriela were the only things left in this Miguel's world, apart from his astounding research developments.

But by God he was a prick to anyone else but his wife and child. Miguel, feeling ever so unprepared for stepping into the role of his counterpart, was greeted by side glances, glares and at times fearful looks from interns and assistants.

Asking a simple question made some stutter out. They were shaking in anxiety as he smiled awkwardly to calm their nerves.

Once alone, inside his office, Lyla manifested, her eyes wandering around the room, staring intensely at him and waiting. She was quiet, she was different.

Another thing, this universe's Lyla was flat. Snarky but clearly programmed to be sassy in the most surface level way possible. She didn't have a personalized wardrobe or the hair that she had begged him to have. She was standard.

His Lyla took over quickly, able to glitch the inferior version of herself out of existence. A virus of some kind was embedded into her programming, causing her to crash.

He assumed Xina didn't stick around long enough to give her much of a personality... or security.

It almost made him... sad.

...

He came home, knowing you had come from picking up Gabriela from school an hour before.

"How'd you give her a coat and sunglasses?"

Your voice made him tense.

Your head was directed at the stove, eyes glancing as he turned the corner. Your gaze was stuck on his jacket, now particularly tighter around his shoulders, a faint uncomfortable creased line appearing as he placed his bag on the kitchen island.

He follows your line of sight, your eyes flickering to the overstuffed case. His hand finds your waist, the other pushing in the papers, the faint crinkle of it making you wince slightly.

"Hm?"

You eye him, continuing your task despite the suspicion building in your gut. You turn with an unimpressed look. His silence made your hands fidget with the dish towel.

Both of your heads turned sharply.

Gabriela's shouts of laughter startled you both, her footsteps becoming louder as she ran into the kitchen, her socked feet slipping on the freshly cleaned marble floors.

Lyla, the new Lyla you weren't accustomed to, was following behind her, playing a game.

Your eyes widened, you could feel the shot of anxiety accumulate in the pit of your stomach and go up to your throat in a shout as Gabriela's head was diving straight for the kitchen island's sharp corner.

Miguel's arm shot out, his hand blocking the edge, ultimately leading her to slam her forehead against his soft palm.

Your limbs were too slow, having barely reached her shoulder by the time the impact was supposed to have taken place.

A sharp inhale and narrowed eyes made Miguel chuckle and Gabriela freeze.

"Niña!"

As you reprimanded and scolded, he folded his arms, nodding along. Lyla stood sheepish in the corner of the room, apologetic in having partaken in Gabriela's accidental slip.

You shake your head and glare, Lyla's increased playfulness now irritating, especially since her secondary purpose was to watch over Gabi at all times.

Lyla, the one that was left, wasn't programmed that way anymore. Her priority was Miguel, if anything else, the multiverse and its varying realities.

Gabriela sat on your lap, your hands searching through her scalp for any bumps and bruises. Something didn't feel right, deep down it felt as if she really had managed to slam her head into the table.

You still felt the panic and anxiety. Despite what you saw, the feeling that something was wrong was still present in your gut.

"Bring me a flashlight," you call out gently.

Lyla's eyes flicker to the table, her face falling and her eyes widening. She looked to Miguel in worry. His smile fades, he looks down.

The corner of the table was blurred, the particles around it shifting in bright hues of green, black and white. Like TV static, it felt fuzzy, as if he could feel the electrons bouncing and rearranging the closer he got to it.

It quickly faded into the normal marble stone, pristine, sharp, not a chip in sight.

You stare at him from the living room, concerned at the way his chest started to heave and his eyes flickered all over the room as if he were looking for something.

"Miguel..."

He hears your voice overlap Lyla's. Your tone worried and impatient, confused by his sudden somber expression. Lyla's voice was right next to his ear, he could detect something akin to pity, like a mother attempting to pull a child away from a toy store.

These toys weren't for him. He was bound to break them.

You stared after him, watching as he stormed his way to his home office after handing you the light haphazardly.

...

"It was going to be dulled. The tabletop was supposed to be removed because Gabriela got a couple stitches..."

He doesn't listen. Pages were scattered over his desk, his body hunched over as he attempted to read through experiments, what felt like hundreds of them.

They all had his name credited, either by morbid inspiration or because he partook in the data collection. Deaths were called failures, those that lived but could barely function were "taken care of".

"They were going to move out, back to Downtown to live with her parents..."

Alchemax used the research and results to make a new type of human, stronger, smarter, deadlier. The power the company held over the country had tightened, Downtown took the brunt of the less than savory effects.

He couldn't imagine you both living there, the infrastructure had somehow worsened in Downtown, at least his universe stood a chance, at least they had a... Spider-Man.

Miguel glances up from the latest experiment's lab notes, now focused on embryonic and infant development. This Miguel was testing on babies now. things were "safer", results weren't as horrendous as those earlier experiments, but still... they varied.

One wrong line of code and a child could grow an extra limb or worse... turn into monsters.

"Gabriela was supposed to have a scar, right above her eyebrow."

He glares at her, his brow twitching in irritation. Why does he need to know this? He doesn't want to, and he doesn't need to worry about it.

He'd make sure you both got the lives you deserved, Gabriella would never have scars, she would be happy, she would have a normal childhood and you... you wouldn't live with the fact that your husband's face was unrecognizable because of a gun shot into the side of his jaw.

"These events were supposed to happen, after he died... and you're just stopping them, like a roadblock."

She nods as he starts to shake his head, her hands coming up together to cover her mouth. She steps closer sympathetically, it only frustrates him more. He didn't like feeling like his options were limited.

He refused to believe he couldn't be happy.

"We're not supposed to be here-"

His anger was palpable at that. For the first time in a long time, he shut her off, he went into her memory bank and wiped what she saw in the kitchen.

You open the door to the room; his mind was forced to clear instantly.

"Ey..." you speak softly, not giving him a chance to gather himself further as you tiptoed your way to him.

He attempted to cover up the files, but it was too late. He noticed your blank look, the soft sigh and the soft hand at his shoulder.

"I know it's hard..."

He tenses. You look away from the photographs, the images making you feel something painful in your chest.

"You're saving lives, Miguel, you're helping these children, see..."

You point to the after picture then to the before picture. Oh. You thought-

His face shifts to mortification. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do you know? What do you know for certain?

You kiss his cheek softly, leaning your head against his shoulder as you bend your knees to his level from where he sits stiffly at his desk.

"Look how happy they are now."

You take a picture and lift it to your face to inspect closer, a before picture of a sleeping infant, waddled in soft blankets and eyes slightly open and full of life. You didn't notice the mother's look of dread, her hollowed cheeks or her thin hair.

You were too focused on the baby, the child, the test subject, to think of why so many of the mothers looked so defeated, as if they haven't had proper clothes or meals in what seemed like months.

A promise was made to them, based on the notes his other self had taken. A healthier baby that can survive the harshness of their situation.

If not, food, clothes, luxuries they didn't have in downtown would be given in exchange for...

The babies always were the cutest things before testing started.

...

"M-Miguel..."

Your hands squeeze onto his shoulders tightly, the bed creaking from each rise and fall of your hips against his. His hand was at the small of your back, ensuring the thick throbbing tip of his cock stayed within your cunt.

He closes his eyes, feeling your thighs shake and tense next to his hips. He savors the moment, his thumb swirling over your clit lazily as he buries his head on your shoulder.

You catch your breath, hands running over his skin, soft mumbles of pleasure escaping between your lips as he involuntarily thrusted up into you.

He was colder now, something you've noted but ignored since that night. A stark contrast to the heat beneath your skin. His hands were squeezing you closer, his bicep flexing as if he were holding himself back from moving you against his body himself.

His body was different, and you could feel it. He hums as you press your palms over his shoulder blades, the pads of your fingers pressing lightly against the muscles of his back.

Your eyes flicker all over his face, his lips now skimming over your breasts, tongue peaking to taste the hardened pebbles of your buds.

You close your eyes as he groans, so desperate and breathy. Unlike him. A crease forms between your brow and you wince.

He was bigger, it took longer to adjust to his cock. Maybe he was pent up, you thought. Little did you know he really was. This Miguel hasn't fucked in a while, he's sure his alter had his way with you frequently. From what he's seen and analyzed and tries to replicate in this moment, he pleased you greatly.

He's sure he could do better though, he feels the way your pussy clamps onto him, frantically squeezing and letting go as if something was breaching into you, a foreign object that wasn't supposed to be reaching into you and forcing you to spread.

He smells the hint of iron and pennies. He opens his eyes briefly to the sight of the base of his cock, a string of red, your slick and his pre-cum coating up to his lower stomach.

A pleasant chill runs up and down his spine. You were his now. He broke you in, he was taking you as if it was your first time. In his mind, he took your virginity, you were finally getting fucked by a real man, making love to your real man.

It was your first time together.

His larger hand cups the back of your head, trapping you between his neck and shoulder.

You died. In his universe you were a casualty, vulture, venom... he's not sure anymore. All he knew- all he wanted to remember was that your car was derailed, and you had been trapped under rubble for a couple of hours, the area around you evacuated, Spider-Man was fighting the villain and was too occupied to hear the screams and pleas of a woman who was slowly losing oxygen.

You had a job interview that day. You wanted to get out of downtown and thrive.

He doesn't remember you; you've never met but he almost wishes he could have heard your voice, choked and broken, gargled and filled with desperation.

He fantasized about it, finding you in the rubble, carrying you out to safety, touching you, loving you, marrying you, fucking you, making you his in every possible way.

He hears your broken gasps and moans underneath him now, your legs spreading wider, your cunt gushing over him and your lips glistening as you attempt to quiet down your sounds of pleasure.

Your Miguel got lucky. You had a child, a beautiful, well-rounded child. He wanted it, he needed it. And he took it, easily.

His cum leaks out of you, your arm covering half of your face as you attempt to catch your breath. You wince as he traces over your lips, pushing the swirl of white and red back into you.

His hand traces over your soft stomach, your huff of laughter making his skin pucker. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to see it. The small swell of life, the sweet smell of your milk.

He could see the traces of your pregnancy, the marks of age on your body. You wear the necklace he had given you, the other him. It falls between your breasts, and it nudges against his nose as he traces small pecks to your skin up to your lips.

It was gold, something you never had to take off. Two butterflies with a small caterpillar near the middle.

He wanted it for himself, to feel it for himself. He lifts himself up with his forearms, keeping you below him, his cock hardening between your swollen cunt's lips, making you gasp and wince lightly.

"I want a baby."

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A/n: I'll have another short one soon. Be at the ready guys because I don't work on the weekends for once :)

#miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara fanfic #dark fic #dead dove do not eat

[lilyharvord]

Flash Fic Friday #3

Another part of that fic I mentioned once. Connected with this one. This part I wrote this morning after my exam and after I heard some clock app sound with the dialogue. I knew instantly who would say it and who it would be said to. @nortaeventcouncil. It's kinda all the prompts smashed together? A lil bit of this and lil bit of that. 🤷🏼‍♀️

It was cold, bitter and biting cold. Normally, he would hate it, and would have taken precautions to make sure he stayed warmer. Doing that meant taking one of Cal’s jackets though, and he was not about to do that. He was not about to wear something that smelled like him or even remotely reminded him of his brother.

Blowing warm air into his cold hands, he stared out across the little space around the cabin. It was tucked away safely in this place that he refused to call majestic. No matter that it had taken his breath away when he had stood on the jetway and seen those mountains dusted with snow and cutting the bluest sky he had ever seen to ribbons. He refused to admit that he liked it here and that the peace and quiet had settled over him, leaving him feeling oddly stifled and quiet.

The porch door creaked and then slammed shut. He twisted his lips, deciding that as long as he kept his back to the door that neither of them would bother him. Maybe they would just see he wasn’t doing anything but sitting and staring out at the trees that were slowly growing nightmarish shadows as the sun dipped behind the mountain range.

The steps that approached him sounded more like someone hopping from one foot to the other, and it was a little body that dropped down onto the step next to him. He observed her out of the corner of his eye, already shying away as she started to swing her little booted feet so the heels struck the wood in an off-kilter rhythm.

He didn’t hate children. This one though, he wanted to hate her with a earnest that sometimes made him wonder how he couldn’t.

She watched the trees with him, not speaking. She was quiet, Maven had learned that about her very quickly. Sh observed everything around her, and she had observing him more than he would like. He knew Mare had told her to stay away, to never speak to him. He had seen the way those little pink lips had twisted, and how her eyes had sparked in such a familiar way after that warning, and deep down had known she would eventually find a way to go behind her mother’s back. He knew why he believed that, but he refused to admit it. It meant thinking about the past, about growing up, and his brother. Who conveniently had to go back to the city early yesterday to handle something. He was surprised Mare had let him go, given it meant she would be alone to deal with him and watch the child next to him.

Slowly he unfurled from his crunched state as she continued to sit and not speak but just kick her feet. He blew more warm air into his hands before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Her boots weren’t tied, and her brightly colored blue jacket wasn’t zipped, but she was at least wearing proper pants. He didn’t care. He told himself he didn’t care if she was cold. He was a Burner, and he had a feeling she was too. He had overheard Mare and Cal talking about it quietly one night while they carried her to bed. She wasn't showing signs yet though. So while it was freezing, it was this ridiculous child's decision to sit out here with him.

“She always looks at you like she’s mad.”

He froze, his blood going cold at the sound of her voice. Slowly he glanced down at her. Her little lips were pursed tightly and her brows were scrunched tightly together. She wrinkled her damn nose the same was he used to. He snapped his head forward again, ignoring her completely.

“Does everyone look at you like that?” The direction of her voice had changed. It wasn’t forward anymore, it was directly at him. He tried to avoid looking at her. He always avoided looking directly at her. He didn’t like being hurt, he didn’t like it when he did things that made him ache, but he also had come to realize over the course of his life that he had a hard time avoid it. This time was no different. He looked down at her.

His heart stuttered and his body heated unintentionally as she set those uncanny fucking eyes on him. Fucking Iris’s gods. They had given her Cal’s eyes. Those were his eyes, with the same earnest need to understand with the intetion to aid, to mend, and to heal. He wanted to claw them out of her head, wanted to remove them forever. Cal had always looked at him with those eyes, and it had always reminded him of the sucking, gaping hole in his heart and head where his love for his brother used to be.

She had his hair, his eyes, and she had that sweet face that he had faint memories of from when he used to run after Cal though the hall of Whitestone. Before Cal had gone to the front, before he had come back a yonng man and not a child anymore. Before his mother had ripped any connection to Cal out of him by the root and stem.

But she was not him, even though the first time he had seen her he had almost mistaken her for him in a strange flash of déjà vu. She had peeked around the doorway as Mare had paced in front of him, setting the boundaries that he had thought were laughable. Now he wished she had set more, wished she had left her daughter with her parents in the city. He wished that this girl had not been born, that she didn’t exist. But she did, and in his deepest heart… he didn’t hate that. It meant--he didn't want to admit to it. Twisting his lips, he finally let the words form, but not leave him. It meant he had subverted his mother's meddling, and had found a way to love his brother again. Even if it was just loving the strange mirage of him that his daughter was.

It took longer than he liked to put himself together just enough and put the mask back in place and shrug as if that question was inconsequential.

She continued to watch him, even though he had started to turn away from her.

He felt the moment she slipped her little hand in his. It was warm, warmer than he thought it would be. Maybe she was a Burner after all.

His entire body locked, and he whipped his head over his shoulder, wondering why Iris’s gods had not send Mare out here yet. He didn't smell ozone, or hear the tell tale crackle of lightening waiting to scorch through him.

“I’m not mad at you.” She said, leaning toward him as if she could push those words though his cold exterior and embed them in his heart. His throat locked up against his will, and he had to take a short, shallow breath and swallow multiple times. It wouldn’t dislodge. If he looked at her, he knew he would not see her. He would see his brother, he would see the Harbor Bay room. He would see that look that Cal had given him over his shoulder before slipping out. So he continued to stare out at the advancing shadows, keeping his eyes on the tree line, but he didn’t let go of her hand either.

#red queen #rq flash fic fridays #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #maven calore #shrugs* #listen if she looked just like cal I know this would be his thought process #fuck elara but I gonna write Maven having revelations #my writing #coriane barrow calore #I love her so much #and I just know she would say this to him #she's so confused why everyone hates this man who just sits there and doesn't say anything

[melonteee]

I don't know if you ever answered a question like that. But what are your honest thoughts about the Vinsmoke kids.

*rubs my hands together*

SO! Here's the thing. The way Sanji's brothers treated him was absolutely horrible, Sanji is not obligated to forgive them nor accept any apology (if they ever give one) regarding the torture they put him through. The same can be said for Reiju, while she did help him, she was still complicit in his beatings and only helped him behind closed doors. It was the little bit of affection Sanji got, but it was still a sense of "You're only worth helping so long as I don't get in trouble" which is heart breaking.

But here's the other thing, ALL the Vinsmoke kids were in an abusive household. Blaming Sanji's siblings for what they'd done is ignoring the rotten core of this household - which was Judge. The Vinsmoke kids listened to Judge and respected Judge, even felt a sense of fear for Judge. He's their father, after all, and he's the holder of all authority.

Judge not only did not stop these kids from beating up Sanji, but encouraged it - and it was a sense of recognition Ichiji, Niji and Yonji would've received from the act of abusing Sanji. This mindset can even be shown as they meet again as adults, with Ichiji explaining how the 'hierarchy works' because THIS is the environment Judge set. He pushed that Sanji was the runt of the litter, and that Sanji needed to be punished for the sole fact he was weaker.

The Vinsmoke siblings are, obviously, not good people. Reiju herself is also by no means a good person, and the tragedy with her is she knows this, but Judge's manipulation and abusive control has her too afraid to make a change. I feel pointing at the Vinsmoke kids and saying "OH THEY'RE JUST AWFUL! THE WORST EVER!" is looking past the fact that the Vinsmoke family is an extreme example of how an abusive household can form. JUDGE is the abuser here, HE is the monster targeting Sanji in every way, and his brothers are desperately looking for their father's approval.

I think the Vinsmoke kids are incredibly sad, I think by all means they would've left Sanji alone and possibly even cared for him had Judge not found Sanji worthless. Sanji failing his experiments also left Judge in a constant bad mood, making it so NONE of the kids ever got praised, so what else would these children do but pick on the one that's getting ALL of them punished and looked over? It's why I think it was extremely purposeful that Sanji rejected ONLY Judge, I think there's a reason Sanji didn't turn to his brothers and tell them to NEVER associate with him again - his speech was specifically targeted at Judge.

I honestly think, with who Sanji is and what he's gone through, he feels remorse for his siblings. He's terrified to turn into a monster like them, but does that not lend to the idea that he also feels a sense of anguish for what they were forced to be and turned into? It's not their fault, and Sanji knows that - hence why he has such a complicated relationship with them. He doesn't want them dead, but he hates them and doesn't want to forgive them, and is that not disgustingly realistic in terms of blood ties and blood family?? It made my gut drop at just how twisted this whole family was.

It's why I was so relieved that ONLY his siblings got a moment of redemption, that Niji grabbed Sanji to save him and bicker with him in a playful way like NORMAL BROTHERS WOULD! It's just so tragic to get a glimpse of what these kids could've been without Judge, and it's so tragic to think his brothers would've had SOME sense of fondness towards him had Judge not abused his position as their father and authority figure.

I feel a lot towards the Vinsmoke kids, because looking at everything surrounding them and what they are, they just make me incredibly depressed.

#ask

[marvelsage]

3.Avatar: The Way of Water

TW: death, angst…

Pt1 Pt2 Pt4

“Gaia. Gaia, don’t you walk away from me when I’m talking to you!” She had down it again, having just left another clan meeting earlier than planned all because she felt the need to speak her mind and talk back to another village leader.

���Gaia!”

“What?!” She spun around breathing heavily with clenched fist, a telltale sign that she was frustrated.

“I asked you to do one thing, Gaia. One. Thing. Don’t cause trouble and you managed to do the complete opposite!”

“I was not causing trouble. I was defending my people! Did you not hear all of the horrible things he said?! Freaks-”

“enough”

“abominations-”

“enough!”

“outcast!”

“I said Enough!” Standing head to head with one another peering down at her, both hearts beating wildly as the tension thickened.

“You don’t think I hear them. I do. I hear it every time I visit other clans, alone. I bare witness to the humiliating actions many have put upon our people.” You knew what they said about your people, every clan had their opinions. You never mirrored their behavior and instead let it go and in return show them kindness.

But, don’t get it twisted, you were a strong and stern leader and never let them take you for granted. Instead, you found a better solution to their insults and brought your people to greatness by thriving in hunting, healing, and other essentials. It had earned the respect from many clans, some of which who were once apart of your haters.

“But I let it go because it does nothing to me if I don’t let it get to me. Understand? You must learn that there will always be people like him. You get rid of one, another appears it is a constant cycle.” Both of you have calmed down, she refuses to look at you after your speech having a mental battle.

“…you will apologize-” The fire that had diminished once more set a blaze within her.

“What?! No I will not-”

“Yes you will as your mother-”

“You are not my mother!”

You stared in shock practically speechless as the words left her mouth. She seemed to realize what she had said and went to speak again, you turn away with a wave of your hand.

“No mom-”

“You are right…I-I am not your mother.” Tears rimmed your eyes as you force the words out because she is right. You weren’t her actual mother, you had taken her in as a babe as her mother had died in child birth. The moment you saw her, it felt like an instant connection between you and her. You could not have children of your own as during a mission to interfere with the sky people had gone wrong sending you blown across the battlefield.

“I did not mean to say that, mama” She tried to reach for you, foolishly you pulled away hardening your resolve.

“You will apologize, then seek refuge with Amaria tonight.” Every step felt heavier as you ignored her please and calls, you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down as you did. It was the last you heard of her before diving into the water.

“Mama! Please!”

Years Before

“Hello, little Gaia.” You cooed at the baby I’m your arms, she was so small and already babbling on about anything and everything.

“mmaama..”

“Mama! You said mama?!” you gasped in happiness and shock at her feeling your self become emotional over it although some would argue she was just mumbling nonsense. You didn’t care as you piled her closer and place a soft kiss upon her head.

“Yeah, I’m your mama…”

Flashback Past Over

You traced over the only picture you had of you and her together with a smile. It had been a few hours past eclipse and you could not fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You gave up on trying and decided to seek out Amarias home having regretted sending her away.

“Olo’eykte Y/n. How may we help you?”

“Hello, Amaria. I was hoping I could speak with Gaia..” The look of confusion upon her face brought an uneasy feeling within you, worsening as she says Gaia has not been to there home at all tonight.

“Oh she must be in the reefs then, thank you” You reassured yourself that you would find her there only to find it bare, hastily you checked every possible place you could think of. Along the way your people began searching along with you.

“Gaia!” Your calls echoed through out one of the many caves receiving nothing before moving in to another. It had been over half an hour since the search started, before one of the warriors came to you and signed for you to follow.

“Move! Move! Where is she?!” You pushed through the crowd, only to be stopped by another warrior who had a solemn look the whispers and weeps of the surrounding did not help.

“Olo’eykte Y/n-”

“What? Step aside. Gaia!”

“Please. Olo’eykte Y/n you don’t-”

“I will not ask again!”

“Sister…” Tonowari approached from the side of the crowd.

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t they letting me through?”

“I had signaled for you but your warriors came first. I…I am sorry, sister.” Your lip quivered as you stared into his eyes hating the look he gave.

“no…” Healers rushed past causing that sinking feeling to increase and with a final push, you stagger forward at the sight before.

“no, no, no, No, NO! Gaia!” The healers back away as you gather your daughter in your arms. Her eyes were still open, covered in blood from where you didn’t know but it was so much, beside her laid a Tulkun dead with floating tags.

“Gaia! Please my baby! Not my baby! Oh Eywa please! Give her back!” You screamed the most heart-wrenching cry that the Tulkun wailed alongside you. Your breathing had picked up and coincidently a storm began to brew above head, the rain fall beating down. You don’t remember how long you had stayed there holding her, only that by the time Tonowari began assisting in pulling you away, you had closed her eyes and cradled her like you used to.

“Olo’eykte-”

“no..”

“Olo’eykte Y/n, wake up!”

“My baby…”

“Wake up-”

“Hmm?” You look to the sky in confusion before looking back to Gaia, only to find your lap empty.

“Y/n! Breathe!”

“Sister please!”

“Mama, wake up.” Gasping awake, you take a moment to take in your surroundings taking in account of the voices and blurred figures. Instinctively, you went to sit up but was forced down by gentle hands.

“Do not stand, sister!”

“Woah, woah you’re alright! It’s just us!” With your vision finally cleared the people around you did as well. Tonowari, Ronal, and Neytiri stood around you, feeling a presence beside you as well you glance over to find Kiri. She had already been looking to you and when your gazes met she sobbed, reaching for your hand. You were confused but let her grasp it and looked around once more before returning to her.

“I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry…” It clicked as everything came rushing back all at once and somehow she had seen it all with you. Tears flooded your eyes as pulled her to you, cradling her head as you both wept.

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar x you #jake sully #tonowari #ronal #neytiri #metkayina #omatikaya #pandora #neteyam sully #avatar loak #tsireya #kiri sully #aonung #atwow tuk

[sbtorms]

Y'all know how Sunsetter is, like... my Underswap take of sorts? Well, I've recently been working on ideas for an Underfell take of sorts as well, with my own little twists.

Well, it's... kinda an Underfell take. Just a bit different in... a lot of ways.

I made up the name as I'm typing this, because I didn't have a name beforehand.

RED HAZE: Tale Of The Fallen

(or just "Red Haze")

This take has a lot of differences from the usual interpretation, including changing appearances... more than just details and clothing.

(Do note that the main cast would have different names from their Undertale counterparts. But since I can't think of any ideas for now, and also to prevent confusion, I'm just using the original names.)

Unlike in Undertale, there is no barrier keeping monsterkind from going to the surface. Hell, there isn't a mountain at all. Instead, monsterkind resides in a magically imbued forest, with only one way to leave, while entering gets one endlessly lost.

Asgore simply is biding his time, getting the souls of seven humans, to become godlike, and to wipe out humanity. No monster tries to go after Asgore, or even question his methods. Some act this way out of fear of what he could do, others that are for him and for his plan, and then the few that don't care either way.

The "routes" are named somewhat differently from what people usually call Undertale's

Path of Solace - ("Pacifist" Route) Path of Choices - ("Neutral" Routes) Path of Exploit - ("Genocide" Route)

“* You brush aside the agony.”

- this take's replacement for being "filled with determination"

AGONY is a haze that leaks from broken souls, with more of it depending how much negative energy one has when they die. It mentally and physically affects those who breathe it in. Naturally, it opposes the power of Determination, as that power does to it, destroying each other until one remains or there's nothing left. But, with enough focus, perhaps one could use both as one. Such a concept would be a focus of the Path of Exploit, specifically regarding both Undyne and Frisk.

Time for the cast!

Frisk and Chara

Admittedly, I didn't think much besides design-wise for these goobers. It's probably just that Frisk is more tired than usual and Chara was used as a sacrifice to the monsters in a failed attempt at a peace offering by humanity, actually got sick instead of it being planned, and yada-yada Asriel soul absorption and death. ...okay, maybe I thought a little for Chara. But not too much for Frisk.

The shirt patterns here are probably obviously Yumi Nikki inspired, despite the fact that I know nothing about the game itself besides some characters, lol.

The Dreemurrs (Toriel, Asgore, and Asriel)

Similar to canon Underfell, Toriel is what started this entire take concept to begin with. The idea stemmed from "what if the dreemurr family had biblically accurate angel imagery (eyes and wheels) instead of devil imagery (goats, fire, trident, y'know)?" And then I added "black sheep" into that, so that's what I ended up with.

Toriel is very fearful of humans, instead of a caretaker, running away and attacking when cornered. She uses what power she has to keep herself alone, not wanting to be emotionally tied and hurt again. (She's my favorite in the cast :3)

Asgore has been particularly affected by the AGONY of the many fallen children that died by his hand, becoming almost a tyrant, with only some of his original personality fading in and out.

Asriel is... actually not too different from canon Asriel, considering he died before everything really kicked off.

Flowey is a small mass/hivemind of bundled flowers, tied together like a "rat king". Each flower has only small snippets of past memories as Asriel, as well its own "personality", splitting Undertale Flowey’s personality into six pieces. They try to help Frisk get through the area, due to how unsafe it is. Whether they have their own goals remains to be seen.

The Blooks are shadow spirits instead of simple ghosts.

Napstablook is somewhat the same as in Undertale, other than the visual changes. Though, due to the circumstances, they’d have a bit more of an issue with their emotional state, bottling up their feelings, usually until such bursts when they can’t take it anymore.

Mettaton possesses many types of machinery, instead of just his singular body. In a way, this is due to the fact that he cannot decide on a single one.

The Ruins Dummy ghost is instead possessing a box and works as how items travel between boxes throughout the areas.

Maddie (aka "Mad Dummy" or "Mad Mew Mew" in Undertale, Maddie is sorta just a fandom nickname i think) basically acts like canon, but also a Mimic in a way, also possessing a box.

There would also be a secret boss fight against both Mettaton and Maddie, replacing Undertale's "Mad Mew Mew" one, with one where the two are trying to share the same body. The goal is to get the two to get along and work together… or just straight up destroy the body.

The Skelebros are instead lost spirits, seemingly of their original counterparts in some way...

Papyrus's goal is the same as his original, but instead in hopes of finally passing on, instead of joining a "Royal Guard". In reality, he knows he's never gonna pass on, but is in constant denial of such.

Sans, however, seems to have accepted and adapted to his “life”, and just wants to follow after his brother with whatever happens to him. He also likes dark humor, because of course he does.

The "Royal Guard" replacement is instead a cult that Undyne leads (and used to be led by Gerson), with a focus on a so-called prophecy, and using AGONY for what they see as a good thing. While they seem to be against King Asgore, it's more or less that they want him back to how he was before everything happened.

Undyne is a hooded guide throughout Waterfall (or whatever it'd be called in the take). She'd still be a fishlike monster, perhaps siren-like or anglerfish-like... or both. She protects the harmless from a gang of young monsters, led by Monster Kid.

Alphys is still the Royal Scientist, but also some form of background security in a way. She has an abundance of hidden cameras all throughout the Underground. She uses her vision across the areas for many reasons. Blackmail, catching traitors in the act, sometimes just... watching. Some monsters, especially many in the cult, have become evasive enough to miraculously avoid her gaze.

Her appearance is a bit more more based on that one beta design by Tuyoki.

#undertale #undertale au #underfell #frisk #chara #toriel #asgore #asriel #flowey #napstablook #mettaton #ruins dummy #mad dummy #mad mew mew #papyrus #sans #undyne #alphys

[ask-the-critters-survival-au]

Static crawls out from the monitor... and reaches out not just to the three who carry it... but a certain pink child as well.

“I… normally make it a rule to wait to send another message until my last one was received… but I do not have patience to wait that long sadly. It is… Children, while this message is intended for all of you, this is to address Picky’s claim that and I quote here, “They. Were never. My friends. Not DogDay. Not Hoppy. Not Bobby, not Crafty, NONE OF THEM. They made that clear when they all left me behind.”... I apologize for recording your voice without permission, child, it was the only way I could think of to get around the others not being able to hear you. As for your statement itself… Well let’s break it down shall we?”

“Dogday- I have already covered where he is. Being tortured without his lower half being hanged off of a wall while surrounded by little critters that have proven themselves to be quite capable of crawling inside of Dogday and puppering his still breathing body around while nibbling at his insides. I didn’t wish to share that final detail, but you're starting to force my hand. He is currently WORSE OFF then if he would have been running away and abandoning you all. With how you talk about him… shouldn’t you be happy Catnap is doing such a thing to him?”

“Hoppy… well of course not now you're trying to eat her. But never your friend? Never? You could have said no longer my friend but instead something as strong as never? Child… that kind of line comes from someone who values that friendship greatly and from a perceived betrayal hard commits the other way. I do not know why Hoppy chose to leave you other than the very valid- and you must agree this is a valid reason, “Catnap is a Psychopath”. And then there's another question… once you took Hoppy’s foot you didn’t chase her. You let her go instead of even trying to stop her… You only started hunting her when you had the bond forged by my deals… but why didn’t you try beforehand? Your care for her twisted into a reason of “Food for later” or “I’m already eating”... instead of chasing the bigger meal?”

“Bobby… again I don’t wish to speak for her when she’s listening to this but… I can put two and two together Picky. Do you know about Crafty’s hands child? Recently through another random memory share (Yes that is happening and I have no idea why children I am sorry for that), the memory of Crafty bothering Catnap aggressively for more red paint to draw with before Catnap pins her, which was honestly valid, and then rips off her hands, which was just really fucked up. Can you not tell me that Bobby would not take Crafty away from Catnap who disabled her? To keep her safe from that?”

“As much as you claim that the others left you behind, does this not paint a different picture? Does this not say something else child? Then let’s go further with those who do stay by you.”

“Bubba is insane and needs very real help he cannot get because the prototype does not allow you all to leave. Depending on how far he’s degraded… does he really have a rational choice to leave you? If he left it wouldn't be because he truly wanted to but some insane whim.”

“Kickin is… a can of worms we haven’t even begun to get at. We haven’t seen him enough to make any guesses as to why he stays. Could be fear… or his care being stronger than fear. I will point out that I do find it incredibly strange he isn’t dead. You said earlier that the only reason Catnap didn’t fully kill Kickin, only horribly mutilated him for going into the playhouse, was because he was still useful… How? Objectively how does Kickin have value- how does Bubba have value and use? Both of them are from what we have seen potentially more problems than their worth and two more mouths to feed.”

“Why do you keep them alive, and why does Catnap keep them alive? Catnap is… complicated. He joined in on the hour… which was justified if not too overboard with killing the innocents and especially killing the kids, either by actually harming them or dooming them to die of starvation down here. Failed to kill Leith Pierre and probably a few of the people behind the experiments, that sucks. Then helped the prototype keep you all trapped down here! Helped keep you all starving! Helped keep you all in torment even while he for some reason doesn’t have the heart to kill anyone!”

“It’s not black and white Picky. The situation is complicated. The emotions are complicated. And that and the following goes to the other three listening to this as well. It’s okay if your feelings are confused. It’s okay to both love and hate someone at the same time. It’s okay to feel betrayed even after all of that was explained. It’s okay to be paranoid about being hurt again, especially in this situation… but please don’t ignore this. Don’t just hide that with rage and lies.”

“Picky… I hate to say this with the others listening but… if you're really going to commit to this, commit to murdering them… do it for the real emotions you have. Don’t lie and make excuses. Be real with yourself at least okay? Even if you hate feeling that way… even if you’re scared to feel that way… those emotions are valid, and hating feeling those emotions are valid.”

“Make the choice you want to make with no regrets, child. Disregard food, because I can make that no issue. Disregard Catnap, for he deserves nothing from you. Disregard the current hunt and petty reasons that don't truly matter.”

“Do you want this child? To permanently lose those three bonds that maybe someday could be mended anew… by your own hands?”

“Until next time children… please all of you, be safe.”

(Breaking one of my rules for this but that last answer made me have FEELINGS I needed to share. Hope your having a great day Mod! Remember the hydrate!)

SHUT UP! shut up shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP!

Um…Are you going through something?

I don’t get it. We never left her behind. We told her she could come but she said no. I mean…that’s what Hoppy told us.

Haha…yeah.

[Mod note: Thank you for reminding me! I tend to forget drinking water is a thing I need to do to survive 😅]

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | Filler sort of chapter. Just trying to get all the events tributes have to go through out of the way. The next chapter is a bit longer. Enjoy!!

One word came to mind to describe the Capitol.

Shiny.

Tall, glimmering buildings dotted the skyline, and the fancy furnishings and decorations overwhelmed me.

This morning started for me way earlier than I would have liked. The gravity of my situation weighed more heavily on me than the day before. I woke up at almost 4:00 in the morning, sweaty and twisted up in unfamiliar silk sheets. My heart was beating rapidly from some nightmare I couldn't recall.

With only a few hours of sleep under my belt, I ended up in the shower in the connected bathroom. It was there, under the steaming fall of water, that I allowed myself to crumble even the tiniest bit. Silent tears cascaded down my cheeks and mingled with the water. I watched as they tumbled down the silver drain and disappeared.

After they had dried up and I was only sniffing a bit, I let myself enjoy the warmth for a moment longer before making my way back to the bedroom. I picked something to wear out of the fully stocked drawers and then paced the room. To distract myself, I wondered how this must be for Finnick and the other victors. Focusing on someone else's heartache was easier than facing the dread permanently constricting my chest. I couldn't comprehend how they could bear spending so much time with so many children, getting to know them, just to wave them off once it was time.

Sabine stopped by my room at six o'clock to tell me breakfast was going to be served in thirty minutes and that we'd be arriving in the Capitol around seven. Breakfast was a silent affair, with only the occasional comment from Clay or Hector. I hadn't been able to speak to Finnick since my conversation with him in the shadows of the lounge car. A whirlwind of activity was happening around me, and all I could do was let myself be pulled every which way.

I had been handed off to my prep team some time ago, and they were still busy with the seemingly extensive work. Even though it felt like they'd been at it a long time.

"Sorry." Eris, a short but striking woman with white hair cropped short, apologized as she tore a waxing strip from my leg. "This is the last one, though." She grinned, and her septum piercing glinted in the harsh overhead light. The final strip was yanked free as Ezra, a man with pupils that had been surgically altered to a slitted form, brought over containers of scrubs and other care items that I'd never heard of.

After the first hour, I had gotten used to being naked in front of them, and I started to feel more at ease. Eris and I make small talk since she's more approachable than Ezra.

After my body is scrubbed down with sweet-smelling lotion and I'm waxed and polished to their hearts' desire, they step back to examine their work.

"I suppose she's presentable now," Ezra says. "We should get Elphane."

They leave the room. Eris wishes me luck as she goes, and I think Ezra offers me a small smile. It means a lot more to me than I thought it would. I didn't think I'd care so much about whether Capitol people liked me or not.

I pull the thin paper robe around my shoulders and wait for my stylist to arrive. I look at the cold white floors and walls and suppress a shiver. This robe does nothing to aid the chill. Maybe that's the point.

I hope my stylist isn't too intimidating. I hope she's more like Eris than Ezra. I hope she doesn't make me wear something too ridiculous. I know that's the last thing I should be concerned with right now, but worrying about my outfit is easier than letting in the fact that this is the beginning of it all. The beginning of my death march.

The door opens, and a young woman, a little older than me, walks in holding a garment bag. Her curly hair is styled to poof out around her head like a halo of dark colored-rings. The only alteration to her face is the silver makeup that had been applied around her eyes. The metallic shine of the silver on her dark skin brings out the unique hue of her lavender eyes. She must be wearing contacts. She's beautiful, and not in the over-the-top Capitol way. She's beautiful in the subtle way that sneaks up on you. You're shocked when you get a closer look at her.

She hangs the garment bag on a rack I hadn't noticed yet. "Hello, Lyssa. My name is Elpahne, your stylist." Her voice is soft, like the flutter of a seagull's wings as it takes off from a rock.

"Hi," I venture unsurely.

She circles me, eyeing my form as if assessing every part of me. Somehow, I know she isn't looking at me like this to make me uncomfortable. She's just trying to get a handle on what she has to work with. But I still itch to wrap my arms around myself. I'm not used to someone looking at me this closely and for this long, like she's analyzing every molecule.

"What's your favorite color, Lyssa?" She asked, coming to a stop in front of me.

I think for a moment. What was my favorite color? I've always enjoyed the cerulean blue of the sky. Especially on days when the ocean was restless, when great waves rolled in harmony with the strong winds. Carrying the smell of ocean spray to the shore. Although, I wasn't so sure that it was my favorite. No, I think my favorite of all has always been the green tint the sea takes when the light is just right. The normal cobalt water adopts a shade of green that's lighter than emerald but softer than neon. It's calming, truthfully, and perhaps that's why I like it so much. Because the waves only claim this color when the day is good. When the sun is generous and allows itself to be a friend to the ocean instead of a mere acquaintance.

"Sea green." I finally answered.

Elphane nods as a smile overtakes her face. "I've never seen the ocean myself, but I hope to one day."

"I hope you do. It's magical," I say.

She takes on a knowing look. "I think I will soon." She retrieved the garment bag from its hook. "Are you ready to see your outfit?"

I nod as she unzips the cover. Instantly, I recognized the lovely hue of green and even some spectacular blues. I realize I'm not going to be dressed as a fish or something else utterly mortifying. I'm going to be clothed as the sea itself.

"Let's get you in this!" Elphane said giddily.

The dress is made of blue-green silk that shimmers in the light like the water does on those days where the sun and the sea are friends. The bodice of the dress hugs my curves. The sleeves are long and come to a point on the top of my hand where a ring goes on my middle finger to keep them in place. The neckline plunges downward and stops just above my navel. Leaving the middle strip of my stomach bare. The skirt is long and flowy. It pins up on my right hip bone to make the fabric fold over in some places to mimic rolling waves.

My makeup is done in silvers and whites that have a rainbow effect when the light reflects on it. My eyelids glimmer, and a glowing silver highlight is applied to my cheekbones. I'm surprised when Elphane begins to fix gemstones that look like pearls to the skin beneath my eyes. Three little pearls stretch out to stop at the outer corner. She also adds them to my collarbone and the valley between my breasts.

My hair hangs loose in natural, soft waves. She didn't do anything more than spray something in it that made it curl a bit more than usual. The finishing touches are more pearls placed randomly in the tresses of my hair.

"I was hoping you would say you liked green." Elphane confesses. "I knew it would complement your blonde hair."

"It's more lovely than I could have imagined," I say. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, darling."

As we walk to the ground floor, where the tributes load the chariots, I find I'm not as nervous as I thought I'd be. I was thankful for the outfit Elphane put together for me. It is a comfort to know that when I'm in front of the entire country, I'll be something stronger than myself. The ocean never wavers, and therefore I will not either.

The chariots are already lined up. The other tributes stand around near theirs with the rest of their teams. I spot Hector standing at the front of our chariot, petting the horses. He's in a similar outfit to mine, but he has pants instead of a skirt.

Midori, Clay, and Finnick are close by with Sabine. They approach when they notice both their tributes are now present.

"How are you two feeling?" Clay questions. "Nervous?"

"No." I say confidently, even though it was only an act. Hector shakes his head, but his lack of a verbal response makes me think he is.

"Remember to wave." Midori advises. "Smile. Look out at the crowd; don't just stare forward."

I'm taking in her words and repeating them over and over again in my head. Wave. Smile. Look at the crowd.

Finnick steps closer to me. "Charm them, Lyssa. This won't be your only chance, but it is your first. Use that District four charisma I know you have."

I'm nodding as a horn blows, echoing around the concrete room.

Hector and I climbed into the chariot. I hold on tightly to the side, trying to save myself future embarrassment if I were to fall.

The roar of the crowd rivaled the sound of crashing waves. I was blinded by the lights around us as the chariots took off into the city. We waved and smiled at the Capitol citizens. I even choked back my revulsion and blew a few kisses at the ones who screamed in my direction. Deep down, I held my disgust and resentment in an iron grip. This was not the place to show it.

Thankfully, soon enough, we're making the last lap and coming to a halt in front of the president's mansion. President Snow stood on a pedestal that was placed high up on a balcony, above everyone. Just like he believed himself to be. He smiled patronizingly down at all of us.

"Welcome." He spoke into the microphone. "We welcome you tributes. We salute your courage and sacrifice." I stared up at him, not in reverence or awe, but in hatred. My eyes looked kind and unassuming, but hidden in them was a storm lashing. The very storm I'd promised Finnick not to lose. And that storm longed to swallow Snow up as he continued with his speech. "We wish you good luck and happy Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor."

The cheering of the crowd faded as we rode back under the stadium. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I let the nerves finally take effect.

Finnick was the first to congratulate us. "That was perfect. Lyssa, nice touch with the kisses."

I smiled gratefully at him. "You gave me the idea."

"You guys killed it!" Clay exclaimed.

"You did very well." Midori praised.

Sabine appeared looking like she would break her face by how hard she was smiling. "I'm so excited! District four will be the best of the best this year! I know it!" She was yelling so ecstatically and waving her hands around like crazy. "You, dears, were absolutely phenomenal!"

I feel the hair on the back of my neck prickle. I glance behind me, and the male tribute from one is openly glaring at me. He smirks menacingly once he knows I'm looking. I meet his eyes fearlessly, my face impassive. I had to show him and the other tributes that I was unafraid. Even if that was the furthest from the truth.

"Lyssa," Finnick called. He got no response. "Lyssa." He said again, but louder.

I finally let my gaze drop from the tribute. "What?" I asked.

"We're heading to the apartments." Finnick informed me. He chuckled while shaking his head slightly. "Did you gain a confidence boost since last night? You were looking at that tribute like you wanted to gut him."

We fell into step together. "He was glaring at me first," I muttered. "I think I've already managed to make an enemy somehow."

Finnick stopped me and reached into my hair. He pulled a red rose petal from the locks of my hair. "This? This is all you need to worry about. This means people like you. This means you'll get sponsors, which is the difference between life and death." He held the petal in front of my face for emphasis.

I grimaced. "But what about the way he was looking at me? Like I was first on his kill list. How am I supposed to concentrate with that hanging over me? It's like they can't wait to get in there and start killing."

We started walking again, not wanting to get left too far behind.

"That's just Careers. They're trained for this. Most of the time, they're volunteers. They're arrogant and overconfident. But that will be what kills them."

"Thank you, Finnick." I expressed, avoiding his eyes. "Seriously, I don't know how I'd be handling all this without you."

"I'm here to help you." He claimed simply.

We walked the rest of the way to the apartment in comfortable silence. 

Elphane is a goddess, I don't make the rules.

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