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inamindfarfaraway · 3 months

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Stumbled across your post on Carmilla and Cain from one of my favorite artist and just wanted to say that I loved that post incredibly!!

I loved the way you articulated the ability for free will to shatter heavens expectations! It had me thinking about free will in general so thank you for sharing that goodness!

Thank you! This analysis just came to me as a fun little observation, I wasn’t expecting it to gain so much traction. Free will is very thematically important to Hazbin Hotel, isn’t it? Lucifer believed in the good it could do, but accidentally created evil by giving it to humanity and fell for it. Since then he’s seen all the pain free will can cause and become embittered. Charlie, however, believes like he used to and fought for human souls passionately and selflessly enough to bring him back around. The Elder Angels who ordered the Exterminations and the Exorcists who carry them out seem to alternately hate and fear free will’s power, and by their indiscriminate condemnation of sinners as inherently irredeemable, not want to acknowledge it at all.

If the theory that Adam could live on as a sinner in Hell turns out to be true, I’d love to see his character and thoughts on his mortal family and free will explored, because he must have SO much baggage, which could explain (though not excuse) him being The Worst. An interesting detail in the backstory Charlie reads is that he’s never actually stated to eat the forbidden fruit. We see Eve take it, but not him. Maybe the reason that he’s in Heaven, but we never see or hear of Eve or their children in either afterlife, is that in this canon’s version of Genesis, he’s obedient and didn’t commit the original sin, only to be cast out anyway. Regardless of what exactly happens in Eden, he and Eve are forced to fend for themselves in the wilderness. Suddenly they need survival instincts. They can bleed and starve and get sick and loads of animals want to eat them. They have existential dread. Not to mention the marital tension. Why? Because the same angel who stole his first wife messed with his second one! As a result, people can sin. They can hurt each other. This allows Cain to invent murder on his brother. He’s then cursed to wander the Earth, eternally living with his guilt and grief. Oh, and where can dead souls live on now? Where might Abel be trapped forever? Hell, a dimension made of evil, everything bad about the new and degraded human experience taken to the ultimate extreme. You’ll never guess why it exists (Lucifer. It’s Lucifer again). So Adam loses two kids with one stone that was indirectly thrown by one fucking bird guy. Can you imagine how you would feel, having lived that life?

You would have issues. A lot of issues.

No wonder he scorns redemption so much. In his eyes, free will is synonymous with sin - with suffering. But thinking damned souls to be evil incarnate at least lets him take vengeance. It lets him feel the wrathful satisfaction of physically stabbing and hacking his way through representatives of the force that cost him paradise. Broke his family. Killed his child. Maybe he was a genuinely good person when he died. For the most part. Maybe stewing in all that unprocessed trauma while watching the horrors of human history unfold and being venerated and indulged in the perfect afterlife without any of his family changed him for the worse. If you can have a redemption arc in Hell, you can have a corruption arc in Heaven.

After all, Lucifer lost faith in humanity over time. But he has Charlie. Adam’s ‘daughters’ in Heaven are the Exorcists (he calls them “[his] girls” and names them, so he probably creates them), of which I bet Lute was the first. That’s a really twisted dynamic. Like, “From now on, my kids are killing people on MY terms”. Lute having parallels with Charlie makes her being the new main villain even better!

This got out of hand. What I mean to say is, the first human family and how they relate to the theme of free will have huge potential for exploration and development. And if Adam is reborn as a sinner, it would be precisely the Hazbin Hotel blend of heartbreaking and hilarious to have him reunite with Eve, Abel, Seth, etc. in Hell and they’re all like “What. The FUCK?” and his whole horrible personality just collapses in on itself.

#what have i DONE why did i humanize ADAM?#he’s THE WORST #but i guess he is human #that’s the point #he was fhe first human soul and immediately set the standard of suffering and getting fucked up #that fight scene where adam is pure rage and lucifer is gleefully mocking him isn’t so funny now is it?#lucifer: you come and me and my DAUGHTER #adam: oh now you care about kids? now you don’t want your kid to die? would’ve been nice if you’d thought of that in eden!#hazbin hotel #cain and abel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hh adam

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liaa--qb · 5 months

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A SWEET SIN

[Aemond x Helaena ]

Warning : Dark aemond, toxic, obsession, smut, angst, manipulation, dub- con, explicit, incest, blood, violence

SUMMARY : Aemond spending some quality time alone in throne room after battle of rook's rest which was disrupted by his favourite family member.

Part 1 , Part 2

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Note : this is my first helaemond fic, next chapter might be bit dark so be clear of warning☠️. (likes, share and comments would be appreciated❤️ )

PART 1

The clouds thundered, creating a beautiful sight for Aemond. Since his childhood, he had grown accustomed to these dark, thundery nights that he enjoyed more than anyone else, more than any person in his life except his beautiful mother. She used to pour her heart out to him, but now she was unwilling to even see his face. Aemond, her only son, who had stood out for her when no one else did. Despite being maimed, he never showed a hint of pain to spare his mother from feeling alone without support in the presence of strong boys, his half sister, and what he now considered not his own family but Rhaenyra's family.

The night was silent, dark, and heavily rainy. Raindrops thudded loudly on the surface, resembling sharp stones of water sent by heaven to wound the Red Keep and fill the cool air with chills. This environment refreshed Aemond; he loved the cold, heavy breeze, and nothing seduced him more than the loud thundering voice.

Alone in the main hall, everyone else sound asleep, Aemond faced his loneliness, a constant companion. After killing Luke, he had no desire to talk to anyone. The volcano inside his mind consumed him. His gaze shifted to the Iron Throne, scanning from its starting point to its end, devouring it's harsh and harmful aura. Not many found the throne comfortable.

His brother Aegon, despite attempting to hide it in front of others, expressed his discomfort through pain shouts and oily back massages after every session on the iron seat. Aemond knew Aegon would never adore the throne as he did, nor would he ever desire it. Aegon wouldn't understand the fun and satisfaction of sitting on it with the blood of enemies surrounding the throne, as Aemond did.

He moved toward the throne, casting his gaze upon it with thoughts as dark as the night and his heart. The brutal sting of his childhood continued to haunt him, the most painful being inflicted by his father who believed he lacked the courage to tame any dragon. His own father did not stand up for him, even as his half sister enjoyed an entire room of support. Aemond's face lit up with a smile as he recalled how he silenced those old, foul individuals, especially his father and cousins. Even his elder brother Aegon adjusted his tone when speaking to him after that night, a stark contrast to a lifetime of mockery where Aemond felt that Jace was more his brother's blood than he was.

He relished this solitary moment within the dark night. Currently, it was exclusively his, with no one intruding between him and the throne. If anyone dared to come between him and his desires, he would remove them—anyone or anything. As in the end, he believed he deserved this, if not for a lifetime, at least for once. What he deserved, he should take, regardless of others' approval.

Seated on the throne, he let out a long, contented sigh. Only the gods knew how satisfying and relaxing it was for him; the unyielding, needle-like layer of iron provided warmth instead of wounds. It was meant to be rough, precious and heavy. He embraced these wounds, as they felt like nothing more than a slight feather pinch after the rigorous training with Criston since his childhood. Scars were like permanent companions on his skin.

Leaning back and resting his head, he extended his legs on the throne's arm. "Screw Aegon. That idiot doesn't even realize what he was getting and wasted it. All his life, he got everything… everything I wanted. Now, maybe I should claim what I want." Darker and uglier thoughts clouded his mind. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he was alerted by the sound of footsteps. However, he remained undisturbed because the light, slow, and short footsteps unmistakably belonged to none other than Helaena, his beautiful and angelic sister.

Yet, he couldn't comprehend why a pure soul like her was there at this time. She should be in his chambers.

No not his chamber, in her shared chamber with Aegon. His expression betrayed a fidgety discomfort at the thought of Aegon and Helaena sharing one room. But he wouldn't mind her joining him in his chambers if that's what she desired. Oh, just how if she wanted that ! Aemond thought, recalling the times when his 10-year-old self used to fight and argue with his mother. He questioned why Helaena was marrying Aegon, ranting about a hundred degrading things about Aegon while carefully concealing his own secret desire for Helaena. Confessing such feelings in front of others was shameful, and his heart shattered again upon witnessing their marriage.

However, his desire for Helaena never diminished. Aegon never cared a bit about her; it was always Aemond fulfilling every duty a husband should, and it still pricked him that she couldn't see his love. Never did she express any desire to break free from her miserable marriage with Aegon. Aemond believed he could take better care of her, far better than anyone else ever could.

"Aemond, what are you doing here, sitting like this?" Helaena asked with a lightly sad voice, her teary eyes intensifying Aemond's guilt for not taking proper care of her.

"It's my place, sister. I can do anything now," Aemond's eyes gazed at Helaena, who wore a sheer white dress, holding a cloth bundle in her hands.

"What's that, Helaena?" She was clearly angry with Aemond, evident in the rigid and questioning expression on her face, holding him accountable for everything that happened with her son. Nobody understood that the war had already begun when their miserable father died and Aegon was crowned. Helena turned and started replying lightly, "Nothing, Aemond. Just keeping this cursed precious thing where it should be," walking away from him.

"Wait sister!" At first, she didn't stop. Seeing this, Aemond's voice became sharp and dominant. "Stop! I said." He moved straight to Helena and grabbed her wrists tightly, revealing the crown under that cloth. He took it from her and held her waist and wrist. "It's mine, love. The only place it belongs is with me now"

Helaena's face showed fear, especially as she witnessed the darkness in Aemond's eyes. His sapphire eye, on the other hand, was even more intimidating. His grip on her waist and wrist tightened and toughened, making her certain that it was no longer her baby brother before her, but a devil filled with the desire for power. For the first time in her life, she was scared of him ,so much that she wished he would vanish or that she could run away from him as far as possible. It wasn't that she wasn't aware of this; she had sensed the same cruel and malevolent aura from him when he lost his eye at driftmark, saying, "I lost an eye but gained a dragon." At that moment, she felt the boy lost his innocence too, corruption growing within him. Today, it seemed like that devil feeding inside him, while growing up, had taken a complete form and was ready to burst out.

"Leave me, brother," she muttered while closing her eyes, hissing slowly with a voice filled with hesitation, "It's hurting. You are hurting me, Aemond." She didn't want to look at his face, but he wasn't backing off. Instead, his hold was growing tighter, pulling her closer.

"Open your eyes, Helaena. See me, my sweet beautiful sister" cooed Aemond with a taunt-filled attitude. She shook her head, pleading lightly, "Please leave me." "Why are you frightened, my sweet angel? Frightened of your little brother?" He grabbed her chin tightly, bringing her face closer to his. "Why, Helaena? Were you never frightened of Aegon? Then why now?" released her chin . "This crown is mine, this throne is mine, and… you, Helaena," he stopped, gazing at her trembling form, refraining from uttering his desire. She was so beautiful, like an angel sent from heaven itself. Even in this miserable state, she looked heavenly, her tears resembling little diamonds that only enhanced her allure.

"No more tears now, Helaena. Now you are my responsibility, and I will take care of you. Don't worry about Aegon, mother, or anything else." After a pause, his eyes darkened with desire. He gently embraced Helaena's cheeks, saying, "Just… be with me." Upon hearing this, Helaena shuddered, breaking free from his grasp with all her energy.

"Disgusting! You are disgusting. Do you know what you are saying?" said Helaena, astonishment and anger evident on her teary face. Aemond, with a sly smile, replied, "I know what I am saying, angel. I think you must understand and obey what I say." With that, he grabbed her wrists and brought her into his arms with full force. His hand grazed her soft silver hair locks, while the other held her tightly to his chest. He declared, "Yes, from now onwards, you are going to listen and obey only me. In fact, you all are going to obey me. I am the Prince Regent now and it's not only the crown or throne that I want Helaena."

Helaena's energy drained in his tight and rough arms as she feared the realization of what he was saying. She stammered, "No… no, Aemond. I am your sister, your queen. I am already married to Aegon, your brother, our brother. You are insane. It's a sin, and it's not going to happen. Now, leave me," while struggling against his grips with all the small energy that allowed her tiny frame to resist her brother, who was way taller than her.

He chuckled wickedly, "You are so sweet, Helaena, so pure. You know, the queen title you are throwing at me is only because of Aegon, and that Aegon is now nothing but a walking, living corpse. The maester said he doesn't even have a chance of proper recovery, cannot produce any heir. If he dies, then you would be nothing but his widow with no power... but you can maintain your power by standing with me, obeying me, and being mine. Marry me, Helaena!"

Helaena remained shocked, unable to comprehend her little protective brother's disturbing transformation. "Aemond, you are not in the right state of mind. Think clearly and, for the Gods' sake, fear at least. The sin you are talking about should never happen, and you will have a queen that will be Floris," she said, still struggling to free herself from his grasp.

Anger flooded Aemond's face, evident in his tone. "I think you are the one who needs to understand Hel that I desired you all these years, way before your marriage with our pathetic Aegon," he added, his eyes filled with rage and a slight hint of tears. "Everything I wanted, everything I deserved, was never given to me. Even if I earned it, it was forcefully taken from me , father's love, a dragon, friends, a mother who should be proud of me, this crown, this throne, and you. But now, I know very well how to claim whatever I need and desire, and I will take that. You should be with me, Helaena, not Aegon. He was never worthy of you. I will give you everything you want; name it, and I will place it at your feet, the same way I brought Meley's head for you. I will kill anyone for you. Just say it !" It sounded more like a mixture of a demand and a plea.

"Bring Jaehaerys back, can you? Bring all that peace back ? And can you bring Luke back? You cannot, right… You cannot claim nature itself, Aemond" Helaena hissed bitterly at him. He paused, and she realized that his rage was clouding him; his body itself was shivering.

His hold on her loosened up for a bit, but it only scared her more. To Helaena, Aemond's silence in anger was more dangerous. The moment she tried to move away from him, his hands grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head quickly towards him. "Listen to me, Helaena. I love you a lot, and I do care for you always, but there is a limit to my patience. You know that really well, my sweet sister, don't you? I am not that little boy anymore," he whispered in her ear after briefly smelling her silver hair, as if it were the most enchanting scent. He added, "You want your son back, right? I want that too, Helaena. I feel your anger, but Aegon cannot provide you any child now." He tilted his head, looking at Helaena, who was just frightened. "I will give you your son, Helaena. I promise, our son," he declared, then kissed her cheek and earlobe.

"Say it. You love me, Helaena. Say you want me as your husband as well," he said with a velvety smooth voice and an irritated smile, but his grip on her became more hard and brutal.

Helaena shook her head, fear and anger in her eyes. "Don't do this, Aemond. I'm pleading you." "Say it, Helaena. Say that you love me as well," he ignored her pleas and tension as if nothing wrong were happening.

Helaena was terrified and tried her best to struggle and fight, attempting to free herself. "Aemond! I beg you, please leave me. Please brother, please," she cried. However, she knew it would not help her; instead, it was draining what little energy she had even more.

"Yes, I would very much love to see you beg, but not like this, Helaena. Now, say it," Aemond insisted.

Helaena stopped struggling and looked at him as if she were completely defeated. "Say it, Helaena. I am waiting, and it would only cause problems for you, my lovely sister."

She looked directly into his eyes. "You know, Aemond, you and Aegon have no difference. You are just like him. The truth is, you are much more dangerous than he ever was. In reality, Aegon just did those things without even realizing the consequences they could have been. He never took the lives and pain of others seriously and even himself. He was just a pawn dancing to all your thoughts. You were the main problem, Aemond. Always!" her tone becoming more confident " You were the one obsessed with bloodbath and killing anyone who came in your way. You tried to hide this a lot, but now everyone can see your inner evil self, brother. Even our mother can see it too. Now, I genuinely feel that Luke's death and Aegon's coronation were just excuses for you. You wanted to feed your inner animal that was hungry for revenge and power since childhood," she spat at his face, her mind fueled by the last remnants of determination.

Silence was all coming from Aemond and shock on his face from hearing her answer was visible. She continued, "Now what are you going to do, Aemond? Murder Aegon, definitely. Correct? I bet you were even thinking about this. Then you would kill our mother too if she opposes you, right?" Suddenly, a hard hit on her cheeks made her fall to the floor, her lips bruised and bleeding a little from his slap.

Aemond bent down to her level and grabbed her chin more brutally, causing her lips to bleed even more. "What… what were you saying about me, that I would kill my mother? How dare you ?" Aemond's tone was angry and terrifying, and Helaena was nothing but a crying mess on the floor.

"Oh Helaena, I sure wanted to kill Aegon. If I genuinely wanted to murder him, I would have done it way before. I've murdered him countless times in my head, but I would never do it, even if he deserved it. That rascal is my brother, sadly my own blood. I love Daeron and always admired him more than Aegon. You know, even the gentle soul like him cursed to me that I should have killed Aegon way before, and the same with Criston. Criston always wanted me to hold the power, but still, I never did and never would," he declared. Thunders and lightning outside, shining through the hall window, falling on Aemond's face, made him even scarier, resembling a devil from the Seven Hells taking human form. Helaena braced herself for another possible physical harm and just closed her eyes, shivering and praying to all her gods.

"Gods are not going to come for you, my sweet. Gods were never there for you; only I was," his voice softened again to her surprise. He gently grabbed her cheeks, and something in his tone made Helaena tremble less, calming her breath. He continued, keeping his forehead against hers, brushing her lips gently with his and his nose against hers while whispering sweetly, "Even now, gods would not save you. Only I can save you now, my love. But you hurt me, Helaena. You hurt me by showing what you clearly think of me. You were the last person I was expecting this from. How can you be so cruel to your little brother "

She slowly opened her eyes, her breath becoming heavy under this close, gentle, intimate touch of Aemond. She had never experienced this type of touch from any man; Aegon never cared about her, and the last time Jace was gentle, but only in a friendly way, nothing more. So this gentle touch from her little brother always melted her heart, even if she wanted to deny that situation. Her breaths were becoming much calmer but more anticipatory now.

Looking at Helaena's lips for a brief second, Aemond had a softness in his eyes. "I didn't want to do that, Helaena. I would never… I am not guilty of wanting everything I love, but you are the only desire I am guilty of," he said gently while grazing her lips with his and then slowly licking the full trail of blood from her lips, falling to her chin.

"I always loved you, Hel. You don't even have any idea how much I want you," he murmured while kissing her lips and jawline, licking every trace of her blood. The way he was enjoying it looked like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

Helaena should run away from him right now or slap him, hurt him, take his other eye out, but her body was betraying her, as if it just wanted to stay with him, under his warmth. She looked at his face and his eye, filled with love. The sapphire in the other eye looked so beautiful. A sudden desire in her wanted to touch it and feel his pain. "Helaena, are you listening to me? Did you never feel any emotion towards me? Did you never like me or even for once realize how badly I was in love with you?" asked Aemond, his eyes filled with sadness and rage, as if he were on the verge of tears.

At that moment, she just remembered her little brother, the Aemond who was just a pretty angry little boy, always stuck to her mother's cloth, who always helped her, listened to her, and many times stood against Aegon when he made fun of her. Where was that boy gone? No matter how much shyness and obedience he showed, Aemond had always found ways to get the things he wanted since childhood. She remembered how, on her 14th nameday, a servant boy who was once close to Jace dropped hot drink on her dress. Aemond almost beat him to death until it became a huge problem for their mother. Then Aemond asked Criston for help to clear this matter, promising him triple times the training as punishment. Also, when he was 7, he wanted a toy sword that was a gift given to Aegon by their mother and the Hightower family. He used to do all his and both Aegon's work, clean up all their mess, never spreading a single bit of dirt like other kids to impress their mother. But he never ate anything, making himself ill for a week, which worried their mother. Later, he got one too, a sword even better than Aegon's.

She moved her fingers to the sapphire in his eye, gliding gently like feathers on that cold stone, and slowly traced her finger on his face, grazing his scar. At that moment, the tension to fight the inner desire was rising high between them. No one spoke a single word for a moment; there was only the sound of their breathings and nothing more. Helaena was lost in her own old thoughts while grazing his scar when Aemond grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers as if he would die if he didn't.

"Aemond," a sheer sigh escaped from her lips. Aemond grabbed her face with all his force, as if she were some precious thing that someone would immediately take away from him. "Please, Helaena, give me a chance. I would give you everything more than anyone else would ever give. Would you not give me a single chance?" Helaena couldn't decide whether he was begging or demanding her love; it was a rare occasion to see Aemond Targaryen pleading, begging, or crying.

"Say it, Helaena. You do love me, right?" He jumped, pleading like a little child who just wants a new piece of jewellery or some new toy. His eyes filled with plead and lust, trailing sharp kisses on her cheeks, nose, and eyes. "Say it."

Should she? Should she accept him? Thought Helaena, for a moment realizing where all her shame had gone. She was fighting with him just minutes before, now sitting still like his doll, letting him do or play with her however he wants. It was wrong of her, wrong of both of them to behave like this, especially when her husband was struggling to even breathe properly. Mother would never be proud; it went against her faith and her religion.

Or maybe… he is right. It would be so cruel of her to reject what his little brother wants. After all, he was there for her all these times. Can she not support him even for once? And he has suffered so much. "What would people say, Aemond? What would our family say? I am married to Aegon?" Helaena whimpered, melting under his warm frame. Aemond stopped and, meeting her eyes, smirked. "Don't need to worry about them. No one should lay a finger on you. They have to do what I say, and we are Targaryens, Helaena. Your marriage to Aegon was already a one-day poignant drama for me, nothing more. We are doing nothing wrong. I will take you in our Valyrian tradition, make you mine," he said looking at her intently, demanding an answer or any gesture of approval, never releasing the hold of her face.

In a sudden moment, he kissed her so hard, like the world was ending, not giving her a proper second to breathe, devouring her lips. His sudden painful bite made Helaena tremble with a lazy moan and, parted for a second to breathe, he whispered, "fuck it Hel, I am going to marry you right now." After a brief silence, Helaena gave a long tiring sigh resting her head on his shoulder "you are so stubborn Aemond" she said, looking at him with dizziness taking over

#house of dragons #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond x helaena #hotd fandom #hotd aemond #helaemond #hotd helaena #hotd headcanon #helaena the dreamer #hotd fanfic #got fandom #hotd imagine #dark aemond targaryen #obession #yandere aemond targaryen #brother x sister

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kerryweaverlesbian · 7 months

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THEY DIDN'T CAST ABEL,

THEY DIDN'T CAST EVE,

THEY CASTING OUT ANGELS LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE,

LET HE WITHOUT SIN ,

WHO CASTS THE FIRST STONE,

GET LEFT IN THE DARK ALL BURIED ALONE,

LET STARS BE FALLING,

LET HELL BE CALLING,

LET DEAD MEN RISE LIKE THE SUN IN THE MORNING,

LET TRUTH BE HEARD,

'CAUSE WE NEVER LEFT!

LET GAY LOVE PIERCE THE VEIL OF DEATH!

LET HEAVENLY FATHERS,

LAY DOWN TO SLEEP,

I PRAY CASTIEL MY SOUL TO KEEP,

THEY DIDN'T CAST ABEL,

THEY DIDN'T CAST EVE,

BUT HE. IS. NOT. DEAD. SO I DO. NOT. GRIEVE.

I put this as a response to a post idr what it was. Have it by itself for Castiel day.

#poetry #cawis creates #castiel

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108garys · 1 month

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Jeff Whitman as...

1917's Carver double. His name might not fit but I can work around that(Carver descendant, adopted by loving stepfather), he is approximately the right age to be C for the era, beautifully illustrated in @delurkr's 1917 little hope artworks(T/D/J/M/A-f/A-m) which didn't include a carver double at the time and since the addition of tdim Jeff has been worked into the reincarnation cycle lore.

(lore and close more undercut)

In this timeline Jeff lives but loses Marie which is in line with Carver lossing Madeline and that being the starting point for the descent into villainy, recall that it's only two years since and Reverend Carver had been a much more gracious man, even evidently being fully behind "He who is without sin cast the first stone" and that the lose of his wife was the catalyst for the man he'd become and this "evil Jeff" is more or less following the pattern as an "what would have happened had fate not been subverted" and because fate was subverted C was Shattered in the cycle and this is why there's a lot of him from the Midcentury era on, the powers that be made Carson but also Abe White and private Cooper who are the same age despite being shown at an earlier point(the back ups died basically)

Marie's necklace as a very visible attachment to her memory, especially given that they were married for one day and he's lived longer without her. It shows a deep inability to let go and how being hardened by time rather than healed leads to his callousness that he could not have imagined before with this speculative villain arc, all in all dying at the same time in this context would prevent his negative character arc that would occur over the following decades

There's is consideration for how things play out differently but for now I will leave you with some early progress sketches and the fact that this idea has been in the back of my mind for a good year at this point

@kassiekole22 @tatjana-fantasy @blubary @kindheartedgummybears @qusok @ctrvpani @unhingedlesbear @tinynightmarewoman @eframschweigersskincells @wacem @hannahhook7744 (I'm putting this in the little hope tags due to the nature of the au and it's framing)

#the devil in me #little hope #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures the devil in me #the dark pictures little hope #jeff whitman #little hope 1917 #supermassive games #Ramblings #Here's your cinnamon roll corruption ♥️

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weclassybouquetfun · 1 year

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It's always fascinating to see how various fandoms relationship with what is perceived as acceptable has changed over the years. I was never in the HANNIBAL fandom but as a HANNIBAL viewer I obviously knew of the fandom and how heavily invested they were (and remain) about the relationship between Will Graham and Hannibal. So what that Hannibal stabbed Will. Who cares if he sawed open Will's head. Let those without sin cast the first stone, I say. If Will can love Hannibal after nearly being gutted by him, who am I to judge?

It's why it's hilarious that nearly eight years later there are fans who need a fainting couches over the passionate, yet toxic (passionately toxic?) relationship between Lestat de Lioncourt and Louis Du Pont Du Lac in AMC's INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE.

It's even funnier when people who are on the fence about the depiction of Lestat's cruelty decide they want to read the books and then being even more horrified by that.

Live look at AMC INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE watchers trying to read The Vampire Chronicles.

Lestat being awful and his obsessive love for Louis is a large part of his appeal. Even Louis rolls with it - when he's not being emotionally drained by it.

And then Louis promptly proceeds to fight and f*ck Lestat right then and there.

Not saying everyone has to have the same level of tolerance. Not at all. Just that characters doing despicable things didn't seem as much as a deal breaker less than a decade ago for many.

The latest entry in this is TEEN WOLF. Nearly six years after the MTV series' finale, there is a Paramount+ film and due to a particular plot device, has reawakened the sleeping dragon that stirred in the subsequent years of the show ending. There are people who are just now finding out that one of the show's biggest ships is Stiles and Derek (Sterek, if you will) and they are shaking, crying, throwing up, needing fainting couches and smelling salts that, then, teenage Stiles was/is being shipped with adult Derek.

Stephen A., take it home for me.

*Amended because I abhor the royal "we" so I don't care. YMMV.

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meme-streets · 3 months

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dollars event day 4. prompt: spirits ---

He was frightened when he died. The thought comes to him one night with unexpected conviction. Teetering just on the edge of sleep, snatched back near-violently by forces unknown.

Blondie hasn’t been sleeping well since he left Sad Hill. Partly he blames the solitude. From a purely practical standpoint it was safer sleeping in pairs with a man he could, for whatever short period, rely on having reason not to cut his throat in the dead of night. Now it’s only him watching his own back, and for all the long years he’s spent doing it, for the comparative drop in the bucket when he wasn’t, he’s somehow out of practice. The silence, too. Tuco snored. He got used to the way that covered the other sounds of the night. If he’s honest (a rare thing): perhaps a little sentimental attachment. Still, that’s not all of it.

Daily now he scans the horizon, squints off into the white-blue distance till the strain of it nearly makes his eyes water, sees neither smoke nor track nor distant rider. But Blondie cannot shake the feeling, deeper than gut level, that he is being followed. Nights it’s worse. He keeps his fires low to avoid being seen, lies awake cold and uneasy trying to hear something he’s sure is lurking out in that drone of scouring wind. He awakes frequently and sometimes with a heavy feeling on his chest, like a hand, and always finds nothing. Gets up over and over to check on the horse. A gorgeous animal, he admits that readily. Coal black so he can’t hardly see her on the new moon. The same one he’d rode out of the cemetery on. He’s sort of attached now. The saddle though, and the gear: that he had sold and bought his own. He has the money.

He’s not superstitious, but.

He was frightened when he died. Blondie doesn’t know why he’s so sure of it suddenly, but he can’t let it go. He remembers, now, without that initial satisfaction. A week’s worth of stubble. Bloodshot eyes. Dust on his too-slick duds. Nothing but a man, and with nobody to protect him anymore. Just a man and his two hands and his gun. Blondie was the one with a quickdraw holster. Blondie was the one who knew about Tuco’s empty gun. Blondie had emptied it.

It had felt so goddamned good at the time, though. And like not enough. Those long days riding, before he knew for sure that Tuco was still alive, he had contented himself picturing how the bullet would pass through, would rend the flesh. How the blood would turn black fabric glossy. How those beady eyes would widen, how those long legs would buckle. He was not a man to waste bullets but he had thought about rope and desert sand, had dreamt up a dozen bloody ways to dispose of a man trying to find something violent enough for the lowdown bastard who'd been fool enough to leave his partner's blood staining the floor. In hindsight he wondered if that was the way Tuco had felt. He had never wanted to hurt somebody like that. Cold, calculated. Not even all those miles into the desert, angry as he had been. That was different. Was something animal, something frightened, something clawing to stay alive. No, it hadn’t been like that at all, in the cabin or after it. That was purely human.

Pay evil unto evil. He heard that once. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. He heard that once too.

He becomes aware one night that the ever-present feeling of solitude is absent, and he looks then across a dying fire at a darker shape against the darkness like a new moon in a star-strewn sky. All edges and corners and angles. Blondie doesn’t go for his gun. Maybe he ought, but he doesn’t. Doesn’t move, at all really, unsure if he can’t or doesn’t want to, feeling hazy and drunk despite the fact he hasn't had a drop. He just lies back with his head in his saddle while they look at each other and don't speak. He wouldn’t know what to say if he wanted. They look at each other for a long time before eventually he must fall asleep. In the morning there is no disturbance in the sand.

Somehow he ends up back in the cemetery. He doesn’t think he had meant to.

The grave is filled in. The shovel’s still wedged in the dirt beside it. Tuco was always superstitious.

Blondie stares down at the grave for a long time, the sun beating down on them both.

“I’m not sorry, you know.”

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lunariiawrites · 8 months

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Truth or Dare (Intro)

Summary: When all in the Ministry are asleep, the ghouls summon a Sister of Sin to spend the night. Among all the chaos, Dew comes up with a brilliant idea. Truth or Dare with the ghouls is about to make the night a lot more interesting, especially with their favorite human involved.

Fandom: Ghost (Band)

Triggers: Sexual tension, fondling, groping, dirty talk, teasing, manhandling/roughness, and more.

Pairings: Poly Ghouls with multiple pairings.

Notes: Let me know if there's any specific ghoul you want to see sooner rather than later! I only haven't included Sunshine/Aurora/Phantom because I haven't gotten a feel for them yet!

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The Ministry was quiet, low lights casting a faint glow over the stone walls. Siblings were succumbing to sleep as the weariness caused by Sister Imperator’s tasks finally caught up to them.

All except one.

(Y/N) sat on the couch in the ghoul dorms, chuckling at Swiss as he chased Dewdrop around the room for stealing his vape. It had taken the multi-ghoul a bit to realize what Dew’s pointed looks were for, but once realization dawned over him, his expression turned from shock to determination as he chased the fire ghoul around the room with Dew cackling the whole time.

Being night time, they told her to dress in pajamas, something comfortable being essential for hanging out at night like they tended to do as of late. Tonight was kind of like the ghoul version of a slumber party, only without—

“Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

Oh no.

Dew’s voice rang out as he ducked under Swiss’s arms, the ghoul growling slightly and stalking after him. There was a mischievous tone to Dew’s suggestion, and as a few ghouls groaned, one couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to play all of a sudden.

“That didn’t go so well last time.” Rain commented, sprawling out lazily on a chair a few feet away. Dew chuckled, waving his hand dismissively as he slid on the couch next to (Y/N), putting an arm around her. It was common for fire ghouls to run hotter than others, and she could feel his body heat through her clothes, just warm enough to be comfortable. In a way, it almost felt like she was sitting with her back to a fire.

“Yes,” Dew said nonchalantly, a grin blooming on his face. “But now we have our favorite human here to play with us. Should be much more interesting.” He cackled, failing miserably to continue to keep the vape from Swiss as the ghoul finally wrestled it from his hands.

Oh. So that's why he wanted to play.

“We’ll join.” Cirrus spoke up from the corner, Cumulus nodding in agreement. “We were getting a bit bored anyway.”

The girls getting involved would certainly make the game interesting, as they didn’t tend to shy away from much of anything, even if it was of a perverted nature. Sunshine wasn’t here tonight, and she didn’t know whether to be thankful the ghoulette wasn’t here to subject her to embarrassing questions or feel disappointed she wasn’t included.

One by one the ghouls agreed to play, some slightly reluctant at first to join. Even Mountain agreed to play after a few moments, and the fact that the soft spoken earth ghoul was interested was a surprise in itself.

A few minutes later, everyone had formed a circle in the middle of the room. (Y/N) sat comfortably with Swiss and Cirrus on either side of her, close enough that their legs were brushing hers slightly. Scanning the circle, she spoke up, looking pointedly at Dew.

“So how do we decide who goes first?”

Dew paused before pulling a green bottle from the nearby coffee table, chugging the rest of it’s contents before setting it down on the floor horizontally, the glass making a soft ding.

“Maybe this’ll work?” He suggested, giving the bottle a test spin before grinning. “Oh yeah.”

As he spun the bottle, everyone waited with bated breath, wondering who would get the honor (or horror) of being the first to go.

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spanishskulduggery · 5 months

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Heyo 🍓:

What are the connotations between "tirar", "echar", and "lanzar" for throwing?

This is a really difficult one to answer because there's a lot of idiomatic expressions used with the verbs for "to throw" - but typically echar and tirar have the most secondary uses

This is gonna be a long one

There are actually 4 general verbs for "to throw":

tirar = to throw / to toss

lanzar = to throw / to toss

arrojar = to throw [less common but still used, generally it is physical not so much figurative like the others]

echar = to fling [very idiomatically used]

In general, tirar and lanzar tend to be more synonymous - you can easily see tirar la pelota or lanzar la pelota "to throw the ball"

And in many other applications they feel synonymous like tirar/lanzar la primera piedra "to cast the first stone"

[One of the translations you see would be like - El que (de ustedes) esté sin pecado tire/lance la primera piedra which is literally "He that (among you) is without sin, throw the first stone" or "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone" more idiomatically]

Where they're less common is that lanzar also means "to launch" so you can see el lanzamiento to be like "a launch" both in the show business industry like a show's new "launch", or launching a pilot is el lanzamiento typically... and in rocketry and space things, el lanzamiento tends to be the most commonly used one

I also tend to see lanzar used as "to cast spells" [lanzar hechizos or lanzar conjuros; sometimes used with echar], and I see it used a lot with missiles and rockets [lanzar un cohete]

I tend to think of lanzar as more weaponry based in my head, but it can just be "to throw"

Note: You also see these with tirar/lanzar los dados "to roll the dice", both make sense but it's literally "throw"; but tirar un dado is very commonly what you see in tabletop games as "to roll a die" or plural los dados "dice"

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Now tirar is "to throw" and probably the most commonly used one for "to throw" in everyday life

It can be used in lots of situations and mostly synonymous with lanzar except for certain idiomatic expressions

One that might be a bit confusing is that tirar can also be "to pull" for some levers etc - you can also see jalar "to pull" or arrancar "to yank/pull"; like "to flush the toilet" is often tirar (de) la cadena which is literally "to pull the chain" and sometimes used with jalar

If that sounds odd just kind of think of "to throw a switch" and it's the same kind of idea

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Now where you see a lot of variation is "to throw out garbage" because certain countries use different verbs but they're all kind of understandable

Some countries say tirar (de) la basura, other countries use echar la basura. And then some countries (I think Latin America mostly) use botar la basura which is a different "throw" but still "throw"

This can also extend to "to throw out"

And tirar can also be used as tirar(se) un pedo "to fart", and there are lots of variations on that

If you see an idiomatic expression with tirar it usually means "to throw", "to pull", or "to let out"

You can also see tirar used with "to shoot" like with disparar... so el tiro con arco is "archery" but literally "shooting with a bow"

el tiro can be "shooting" or un tiro can be "a shot" from a gun; and el tiro can sometimes refer to "a shot/kick" in sports

You don't see echar used with that at all

echar is most commonly "to fling", it's super common in a lot of idiomatic expressions:

echar un vistazo = to take a look [I think this is mostly Spain; lit. "throw a big look"]

echar de menos = to miss (something/someone) [Spain]

echar una mano = to give someone a hand [I think Spain?] echar un cable = to give someone a hand [I think Spain?]

echar a perder = to waste / to spoil echarse a perder = to go to waste

echar a suerte(s) = to flip a coin / to draw straws [lit. "to leave it up to luck(s)" but it's generally "to flip a coin" like to leave something to chance]

echar humo = to give off smoke [or "to be angry" like "to fume"]

echar chispas = to spark / to give off sparks [also "to be angry"]

echar una bronca = to give someone a telling off

echar(le) la sal = to jinx someone, to curse [lit. "to throw salt"]

echar/tirar leña al fuego = to add fuel to the fire / to give someone more ammo / to egg someone on [lit. "to throw firewood in the fire"]

echar agua = to water

echar tierra = to bury

echar raíces = to settle down, to put down roots

echar(se)/tomar una siesta = to take a nap

echar un ojo = to look over

There are also times when tirar/echar can mean "to waste" or "to throw out" or "pour down the drain", generally the same ideas

And sometimes it's weird because tirar/echar la casa por la ventana is "to break the bank" or "to spare no expense" [lit. "to throw the house through the window"] and you can use either one

But then something like echar agua al mar "to do something useless" like "to waste your time" or "to spend your time doing something that won't make a difference" [lit. "to throw water into the sea"] I usually only see with echar

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