#my poor depressed child finally gets some comfort :)

[i-cant-sing]

I can’t get this scenario out of my head with yan!batfamily in which Bruce worms his way into a depressed reader’s life by marrying their mother and slowly taking over the role of parenting reader while dealing with the depression.

No because Bruce would do that. In his head, its just another mission to "save Y/n" and sure, your mother isn't exactly his type, and your depression isn't exactly her fault- the poor woman just works day and night for you both to survive in this outrageous economy, she doesn't have had enough time to see you not doing so well mentally.

Bruce and his sons, by whatever sequence of events, are now infatuated with you. What started as concern for your well being has now turned into obsessive need to control your life to make it better. So, yeah... Bruce decides to marry your mom, who is more than happy to finally find a chivalrous, handsome man... who just happens to also be very rich.

Meanwhile, you hate him. It's stupid, but you hate how filthy rich he is and even though you know that he donates a lot to charities, you still hate him because Bruce thinks money can solve everything (and in your case, it almost can), but you can't help but feel insulted everytime he offers you a cheque, a wad of cash to pay off your bills and loans, or even a $20 bill to get yourself some snacks. It feels... abnormal. You're not a charity case.

Perhaps your socioeconomic status isn't the only reason you're depressed. Maybe it's just you missing your father (could be dead/murdered/suicide/just moved far far away).

The moment Bruce finds out that your dad is the reason why you're so depressed, oh it's "I WILL FATHER ANOTHER CHILD IN NEED OF PROFESSIONAL HELP" time. He's doubling down on his paternal instincts and he's just mentally smacking himself like "ofc you need a father figure in your life. Who better than me????"

And it just makes your skin crawl at how nonchalant Bruce is about all this- about incorporating himself into your and your mother's life. Treating you both, especially you like you're actually related. Like he's been around with you two his entire life. You lose your appetite when he stays for dinner, but you sit at the table for your mother. You try to make excuses when your mother tells you that you have to go with her at the Wayne Manor because "Bruce wants to spend a day with family". You can't help but look at your mother in wonder at how she is comfortable when you both pull up at the manor. You thought things would be easier if Bruce's sons were also uncomfortable or even hated you and your mother (or thought that your mom was a gold digger), but no, they're just as worse as Bruce. Dick being particularly the worst in the sense that he's more affectionate and his love language is physical touch, so you get squished to his chest everytime he sees you, with a small cry "my baby!" Sometimes, "sis" would be added.

You didn't like either nickname.

Then there's Jason, who is the most normal one of them all, perhaps because he isn't around much and when he is, he just makes small talk.

Tim doesn't talk much either, but he stares a lot. Somehow you feel like he knows something about you, at least more than he's letting on.

And lastly, there's Damian, that pompous little shit. You know he's being amicable for Bruce, but his eyes look at you like he's judging you- thinks you're beneath him. Which is true, in the sense of finance. Despite all of that, Damian still wants to show you off his interests/things around the manor. He's still being arrogant ofc, "Look at this oil painting- it's a Van Gogh original. Van Gogh is a famous painter- he's dead though. I'm sure you aren't familiar with his works. I can take you to the Gotham gallery to show you more paintings. Father owns it, so it can be just us two without other people bothering us." He's nice but also not nice. But at least he's not doing it intentionally.

Then there's Bruce. Who is always looking at you with a small smile, but his eyes are always analysing you, even when he's not looking at you directly, you know that he's watching your every move like a hawk. He tries spending time with you, often he succeeds, only because your mother makes you go. He's a good man, hasn't done anything exactly inappropriate, but... even something as small as making you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk so that you're safe from the cars... it doesn't sit right with you. Why is he being so paternal? You certainly have been rude to him on purpose. Always giving him one word answers when he asks you how your day was.

Then one day your mother returns home with a beaming smile.

"Bruce proposed to me! We're getting married!"

After only 3 months of dating? It's what you wanted to say, but you held it back when you saw how happy she was.

The next day, Bruce held a dinner at the manor to celebrate the engagement. Surprisingly, that was the first time you saw Damian looking mad at you and your mom.

It was a reasonable reaction. Acceptable to you, instead of the overly excited yell of Dick "WE'RE GOING TO BE SIBLINGS! That means we can have slumber parties and pillow fights and-"

Your mother and Bruce were shopping for the wedding, looking at dresses and venues and all the shenanigans while you were at the manor, moving your and your mom's stuff in with the boys. It was the last thing you wanted, but your mother.... she insisted on it. Or at least that's what she says, you know Bruce insisted.

Doesn't matter because by next year, you'd be moving away to college anyways.

You just need to put up with this for a little longer and see your mother finally be happy.

You didn't expect your mother to be dead a week before the wedding.

It was out of the blue. You were sitting in the library at the manor because Dick refused to let you be alone in your room all the time, so he was making you some cookies while you read. Then he and Bruce came together, their faces pale as they looked at you.

"Y/n... your mother, she... she got in an accident."

She was driving to some restaurant, wanted to get you your favourite fried chicken and spend some time with you alone. But on her way, a truck crashed right into her car.

She died on the spot.

Whatever little improvement you had on your mental health went straight down the drain. You locked yourself in your room and just cried quietly. They left you alone the first few days, but then Bruce and Dick tried to persuade you to come out, that they were concerned for you. You did come out the day the funeral was held. And it hurt you... it hurt you so deeply when you found out they were burying her at the Wayne cemetery.

She wasn't a fucking Wayne.

If you had any strength, if you had any energy at all, you would've taken your mother and buried her someplace else.

But you didn't.

When you returned inside the manor, you went straight to your mother's room, which was also Bruce's room but you didn't care if he saw you in there or not. You just started packing all of your mother's stuff, her clothes, her jewellery, her photos, everything she came here with, which wasn't much to begin with but still.

"Y/n?" You stiffened when Bruce called you, but you didn't pause on packing. "What are you doing? Looking for something?"

You sighed. Might as well get this over with.

You turnd around, not looking him in the eye.

"I'm moving out. And I'm taking mom's stuff with me. You can check, I'm not stealing anything that belongs to you."

Bruce looked at you in confusion. "Moving out? Where are you going?"

"College. I'll be going there soon anyways, so I'm moving to an apartment with some friends."

"Oh, but you don't need to move out. You can stay with us. Youre family-" you cut him off.

"Bruce, let's not." You finally look at him. "We're not family. I never was, I never wanted to be. Mom's gone now, and I have no reason or desire to be here. Thank you for letting me stay here for as long as you have, but I will be moving out by tomorrow, if not tonight." You said picking up your mother's bag of stuff and walking out of the room. Bruce followed you to your room.

"But I don't want you to move-"

You dropped the bags. "I don't care what you want!"

Bruce looked at you with his brows furrowed. He didn't get why you were acting like this. Your yelling had gotten the attention of the boys too, all looking in confusion at the bags.

"I don't want to be a part of this family. I never have, and I never will. I never liked you or anyone in this family. And if you're concerned about me speaking to the media about you guys, don't worry. If it helps you, you can make me sign an NDA!"

Damian narrowed his eyes at you. "Dont talk to father like-"

"Shut up!" You yelled harshly. You didn't care who you were hurting. Your mother was gone, you had no reason to be amicable to them anymore.

-

They left you alone that day, and by the next morning, you were ready to leave. At 6 am, you walked down to the main door, with your bags. You weren't expecting them all to be waiting for you, but here they were. You took a step towards the door, but Dick stopped you.

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is the NDA... if you'd just sign it here." He handed you the papers.

Unbelievable. They actually drew up a contract. You took the pen from his hand and signed at the dotted lines.

"Bye." You took another step, except Damian and Tim blocked your path.

"What now?"

"Where are you going?" Tim asked.

"Do we have to go over this again?" You grumbled. "College." You answered.

"You can't." Damian said smugly. What's he smirking for?

"You're gonna break my legs?" You scoffed.

"No, you just signed a document saying that you're a part of this family, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian and has authority over all decisions concerning you like going to college, or even... going out of the house." Damian replied.

You looked at Bruce, because there's no way Damian is being serious. But there were no signs of joking. You looked at Dick, at Jason-

They were all dead serious.

"You cant- you can't be- you can't keep me here." You said.

"You signed the documents. It's your fault for not reading them." Tim said.

"Bruce-"

"I really do believe that it'd be better for you to stay here." Bruce said, taking ahold of your shoulders. "At least until you're doing better mentally."

"I'm fine-"

"I don't think so. And I could even take you to a psychiatrist, they'd agree with me." Bruce cupped your cheek as you flinched away. "You'd be happy here. I promise you that, you'll be safe and happy with us."

You'd try fighting, but you already knew you were outnumbered.

Besides, even if you weren't, even if you were alone with the smallest one of them, you still wouldn't be able to leave. You have no idea what Damian is capable of.

After all, he's the one who had your mother killed.

#yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere batboys #yandere bruce wayne #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere jason todd

[hello-nichya-here]

If you had to characterized Michael Jackson as one of the following adjectives that happened to be important qualities in the entertainment industry, which would you pick? Explain your answer.

Vocalist

Dancer

Songwriter

Performer

Picking "vocalist" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his singing abilities.

Picking "dancer" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his dancing abilities.

Picking "songwriter" would imply that his main focus as an artist would be his lyrics and not how he delivers them.

Picking "performer" would imply that his Mai focus as an artist during live shows isn't his singing it dancing, but the production elements (costumes, dancers, lighting, scene set up, ect)

Please give examples to justify your answer.

Picking one of the above adjectives wouldn't imply that his abilities in the rest of them are lacking, I'm simply trying to find which feild is his best.

This message has been typed by someone who knows shit about MJ and wants to learn but not through the mainstream media, as you've already said that they treated him like shit.

ANON, YOU FOOL, YOU OPENED THE FLOOD GATES! Get a snack and some water, then sit down, this is gonna take a ridiculously long time because I know WAY too much about Michael and you just gave me the chance to share all of that knowledge at once.

First off, I unfortunately have to get the depressing part out of the way and tell you that it wasn't just the media that treated him like shit. Nearly everyone in his life failed this man on some degree.

His father used to watch him and his brother's practice for their performances as The Jackson 5/The Jacksons - with a belt in hand to beat them if they got even a single note wrong. He'd also just throw them against all too He also made fun of Michael's appearence as he was growing up, mocking him for his acne, big nose and for being too dark to truly be his son.

Joseph Jackson also cheated on his wife constantly - especially while traveling with his sons during tours, since he was the manager. So add "Had to listen to him cheat on my mom" to the lists of reasons why Michael didn't like his dad all that much. He also didn't care where his sons performed as long as it got them money, leading to Michael, while still very much a young CHILD, singing in strip clubs, and, in his own words, having to watch adults fighting and vomiting on each other.

His brothers weren't saints either. They all had to share a room in the hotels during tours, and Michael not only had to hear his older brothers having sex with fans (again, while he was still a child), but he also had to hear how these girls were being used and thrown away. Michael even tried to talk to one of said girls after it because she was crying so much he thought she might have been there against her will.

And when Michael went solo and became far richer than anyone in the family (who by now were FAR from poor), he was constantly harassed for money by nearly everyone, leading to him full on hiding from them many times, and sometimes only "talking" to them by sending his lawyer in his place. In his own words "I’ve supported my brothers, supported them all. I’ve put their kids through school. But they still come after me, still wanting more. It never ends." After his death, most of his relatives were too busy fighting over his money to properly mourn him, or comfort his children.

As I explained in a previous post, the people that were making money off of him and his performances, were more than willing to just let Michael continue dancing after getting seriously injured and nearly dying:

His final tour, literally named "This Is It" because he wanted to officially retire already, was originally meant to be just 5 shows. Instead Michael was tricked into commiting to 50 shows, and pressured to "keep his word." Thanks to the years of neglect to his health, plus the reharsals for this tour, as well the help of a doctor that was more than happy to put him in a drug induced coma and call it "helping him sleep", Michael was dead before the first show of this tour even took place.

After his death, two posthumos albums were released, "Michael" and "Xscape." The first one had a lot of controversy surrounding it because 3 of the songs were NOT sung by Michael, and Sony, his record label, full on say on court that they had the right to attribute these tracks to Jackson, regardless of authenticity - aka "We should have the right to attach his name to stuff he didn't make, just so we can sell it a higher price." It did not go well.

Finally, we have the pedophilia allegations (that people still take as absolute truth despite Michael being proven innocent in court), which can summed up in this 2 minute video:

Said accusations, despite being obviously false, nearly destroyed his reputation completely, AND made him a victim of police brutality during the court case.

Now we got all that crap all of the way, let's talk about what actually matters:

Why Michael Jackson will always be THE greatest artist of all time!

There's a reason why he was called the King Of Pop, why many artists today (from like The Weekend and Bruno Mars, to nearly every K-Pop group ever) take a ton of notes from how he used to do things, why people still ADORE Thriller 40 years later, why he is still so iconic even though "Year of Michael Jackson" was 1988 - 35 years ago. Michael Jackson was the definition of a "perfectionist." A picture of him should be right next to that word in every dictionary.

If while reading about his depressing life, you found yourself thinking "Why did he wait so long to finally 'quit his job', and even then was still willing to end it on a high note?" the answer is pretty simple: Michael Jackson was an ambitious man, with a real passion for his craft, and he knew damn well he was incredibly talented. ALL of the words you chose as possibilities to define him - performer, dance, singer, writer - apply to him, because he made sure he was the best at everything, that no other artist, no matter how good they were, could compare to him.

Everything he did was like clockwork, a ton of large and small parts moving at once.

Michael knew that he needed to capture people's attention, so he used everything he had at his disposal. Multiple dancers, costumes, lighting, make-up, sound effects, back up vocalists going insane on the microphone, and short films to promote songs/albums.

Ever thought some music video by an artist you like was super creative and awesome? Thank Michael Jackson, because his clips were EVENTS, and he really opened the door for people to get creative and actively add plot to their videos/short films instead of just dancing and singing.

This man was commited into making everything he did look fantastic - and I do mean EVERYTHING. In a concert in Moscow, the stage was wet due to the heavy rain before it, so Michael added sliding around to the choreography to show the crew were the water puddles were. Whenever something liket that happened and his shoes were wet, instead of stopping the concert for even a minute to dry them or put a different pair on, he'd just signal for people in the crew to leave towels on the stage, so he'd stand on them while dancing, drying the shoes without having to stop.

But he also used fake "unplanned" events to create humor, and give the crew more time to prepare things for the next song, or so he could change clothes - the most famous one being inviting Slash, who would pretend get "carried away" during his guitar solos and "not stop when he was supposed to."

Then there are things like him using the iconic white glove in only one hand to hide the first signs of his vitiligo, or the hats (as well as wigs and hair-extensions) to cover up the scars and hair loss that he suffered after the Pepsi accident, in which his hair caught fire while filming a commercial.

There was also the time in which he couldn't dance due to an injury, so he did a less elaborate dance (by his standards anyway) while in a chair, but while reacting the entire vibe of the original short film for that song, so it would still get the public excited. That dude knew how to use his little "tricks" to get around any change of plans.

There was also his habit of using black shoes and black pants, but white socks, so that when he was dancing, people's eyes would naturally focus on the thing that is standing out, and thus be able to notice every little step he was doing (he once mentioned in an interview how he'd get frustrated watching James Brown on TV because the camera didn't focus enough on his feet for him to learn how to copy the moves).

Those last two exemples I just gave you, also highlight a very important thing: dancing absolutely is part of Michael's theatrics (see the awesome choreography of "Dangerous", which is one of my favorites, and can often even overshadow the more "flashy" stuff, because just having him alone on stage was enough to create something unforgettable - like the first time he did the Moonwalk

But we can also not separate the dance from his passion for music. There's a reason Michael's entire body moves whenever there's a change even in a single note, be it through a kick, a snap of his fingers, a tap of his foot, or just him turning his head to the side. He had repeatedly said that when working on his dancing, he focused more on the feeling it gave him.

Michael was heavily involved in the creation of his music, from the melody to the lyrics - back in the Jackson 5 days, he and his brother's actively fought to be allowed to write their own songs, instead of just doing covers and having other people write for them. Even though he had been putting out solo records his whole life, he said his albums only started to truly feel like they were his when he started stepping up as a song writter, starting in "Off The Wall", and gaining more and more confidence in his craft with each new record.

And back to the "performer" side for a minute: there's a reason why Michael always gave it all when making music videos. He wanted them to properly convey the meaning of the lyrics, even to people who did not speak any english. That's how important the messages he wanted to share with people were to him.

There's also the song "They Don't Care About Us", which Michael wrote after the incident I mentioned before, in which some bastard cops decided to make him their punching bag. The whole song is about authorities abusing their power over people, while neglecting to do their jobs. There are two videos for this one, one in a real prison, which was heavily censored by american media, and one in poor regions of Brazil, where our government tried to prevent him from filming his video - in both cases, it was obviously a case of the very people Michael was calling out not wanting him to expose just how right he was. (Little fun fact for you: Michael's help, both through expousure and money, for the people here in Brazil was so significant that there's a statue in his homage).

The music video for "Beat It" also has members of real, rival gangs as Michael's dancers, promoting his message for people not let that kind of grudge and "I'm the best" atitute get them in the dangerous situations because they didn't want to "admit defeat" and walk away - once again, he's everything at once, an amazing performer making a cool video, and a skilled writer getting a point across.

His vocals also tie into how much the lyrics mattered. He was literally crying while recording "She's Out Of My Life", and even though he didn't write "Man In The Mirror" that song was always very dear to him (and by consequence, to fans) because it alligned with his beliefs for a better world.

The emotions behind any lyrics, regardless of if it had been written by him or not (and I remind you, it very often was, and he literally fought for that right), were the very core of what Michael Jackson, both the artist and person, was all about. The feeling, the message.

But he also was so serious and methodical about every other part of the songs he made. So much so that, for Billie Jean, he recorded 91 different takes, but the one that was considered the best and ended up on the album was take TWO! And he once managed to prove he had not ripped off a different song writer by beatboxing in court. I am not kidding.

THAT is how skilled that man was. MJ could sing pretty much anything he wanted to sing, and had an unbelievable level of control over his voice, that allowed him to reach super high notes, despite having a naturally much lower, deeper voice. Just compare his singing in these two tracks:

And if you want to hear solely his voice, without the rest of the song to "distract" you, well...

And to circle back to his performances again, even in situations in which he had to lipsinc - like award shows since the logistics for live performances in those places can be complicated, or during a REALLY elaborate choreography - he still had the habit of recording NEW vocals for the songs, so fans would still get to hear him toy with new ideas for his old tracks, instead of just watching him dance while the album's tracks were playing

So there you have it, anon. This is Michael Jackson - performer, dancer, singer, songwriter - the full package. (If you want to see a concert of his in which he shows off all of that, I recommend you watch the full Live at Wembly concert, which anyone can watch for free on his official youtube channel)

#asks #michael jackson #king of pop

[thesunshinebunny]

Hello! I love your stories❤️. May I request an angst/fluffy scenario with the dorm leaders reacting to their s/o telling them that their mother wished she never gave birth to them and comforting them. I just watched the anime Higehiro and there’s a scene where the mother says that to the main MC and it affected me so much. Thank you ❤️

Part 2 finally herel Part I

This part corresponds to Azul, Vil, Idia and Malleus.

Azul

One of the few rules that Azul had in your relationship was that you didn't show up unannounced in the VIP room while he was with his poor clients. The terms were halfway explained when light, almost timid knocks sounded at the door. Three hits, as he was already used to from his clients, from Jade and from you, now we would have to see who was the damned unfortunate soul who had thought of ruining their meeting and his new contract.

Azul reluctantly got up, ready to fuck whoever was on the other side of the door, always with the tone and vocabulary of a gentleman (using irony, clearly), but when his eyes met with your orbs red and battered from so much crying, his angry countenance changed to a worried one. Both Jade and Floyd were behind you, with a hand on each shoulder, looking worried. It wasn't necessary to say a word, The expressions of the four were enough to fill the environment with a great deal of tension. The patrons filed out in silence as they received a look from the twins, a cold and frightening look. I guess Azul lost a couple of customers, but that wasn't important at the time.

Who was important, was you.

"My little starfish" Azul placed his arm over your shoulder, directing you into the VIP room, more specifically towards the sofa. When the two of you sat together, the body heat of the octopus protruding more than yours, the proximity of both bodies and the friction between hand and hand, it was enough affectionate contact that you were longing for the last few days, and the same one that made you sprout again large amount of tears on your cheeks, falling on your clothes and hands.

In the end, the anguish and depression ended up exploding, perhaps not in the best way, but certainly in the best place they could have exploded. You weren't going to be safer than next to Azul, in his private room, with the twins on the other side of the door, and a whole dorm worried about your well-being. The words came out in the same way as your tears, uncontrollably and in torrents, Azul had to do an incredible job of trying to decipher what you were trying to explain; he only needed the words “mother” and “I never should have given birth to you” to understand it all.

He extended his arms towards you, imploring you to come closer, but seeing that you didn't, but instead gave small spasms thanks to the heartbreaking crying, he pulled you directly to his chest, leaving your head nestled between his collarbone and his shoulder hollow. "Come here"

His arms were placed on your back and gave you small caresses before completely surrounding you, leaving you, once again, to cry and get all that bad being out of your soul. “This room and my home will always be open to you”

Vil

Vil may be one of the most acid-tongued, viper-tongued people NightRaven has ever had, but for some reason he was elected president of his dorm. An icon of beauty, incredible in the art of potions and poisons…and an unparalleled partner and companion when the situation called for it. Vil may go through life looking down on people who don't take care of themselves, but the one he really despises were those people who do evil for wanting to do evil. In this case, your mother.

Very well, Vil knew very well that a mother, even a father, is the one who raises and not the one who breed, and that many people around the world were not prepared to bring a child into the world. Until then, it was a thought that Vil respected, if one wanted to be a father, do so with respect, dedication and complications that a child entails; another thing was to impregnate their traumas and unresolved problems to their heirs. Exactly what he thought your mother had done when you told him, on that cold and gray night, about the argument over video call the two of you had.

"Oh darling, my little darling," he flung open the massive castle doors to his bedroom, letting you walk through soaked from the storm that had just hit the school.

Bathed, changed, warm and wrapped in a blanket, Vil laid you on his bed, letting the soft sheets and blankets, accompanied by the many pillows, hug you along with him and engulf you in his warmth and compassion. He dedicated himself to caressing your soft hair while you cried your sorrows on his chest, it broke his soul to see you so shattered, but it was a stepping stone, a stone on your path, that you needed to overcome to show yourself to the world with the courage and brilliance that you shone.

"Sometimes we are not destined to stay with those people who share blood ties" Mentally tried to avoid disqualifying words against that lady, if she could be called "ma'am", he even hesitated to address her as a human being, but it wasn't about him. It was about you, and that everything flowed a little more pleasantly and your mental health was more stable.

Vil was a faithful believer that, even though blood was thicker than water, it wasn't one's obligation to maintain contact with those relatives who generated a toxic environment of violence, anxiety and/or abuse. It was better to get away from anyone who causes us anxiety and depression. The important thing was to be at peace with yourself. When he felt the calm on his chest and the sheets stopped shaking, he took your face with the same hand that was stroking your hair to now wipe away the tears that ran down your cheeks like waterfalls.

"I don't know your mother, but I can bet all my makeup she's an ugly person, both on the outside." He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead and placed it behind your ear, going down to place his hand on your chest, feeling the beating of your heart. Without taking off contact, he approached you and gave you a small kiss on the forehead, his perfume danced on your nostrils, giving you a strange feeling of tranquility "as if inside"

Idia

The controller almost fell out of his hands when he heard the tragic news. You were both playing an RPG, an mmorpg maybe, to tell you the truth, you weren't psychologically paying attention, even minds in the same room, to realize what you were doing. Your words gushed from your lips at the least opportune moment. You didn't understand what triggered such a situation, but just when it started, it was impossible to stop it.

Your tears began to fall down your cheeks, rolling towards your chin and finally falling on your fingers and slightly wetting the controller that Idia had lent you so lovingly. Almost silent sobs could be heard in the room, sobs that were inaudible to anyone on the other side of the door; the same sobs that broke into small fragments the soul of the flaming blue haired.

I'm going to be honest, Idia didn't have much idea what to do or how to act right now, he was internally panicking, deciding whether to say something or get closer to you, maybe give you a hug; but the only thing he managed to say was "Do you want to go and set fire to her house?"

It wasn't the best question, and perhaps the least you would have wanted to hear at the time. A bit unsettling coming from him, don't you think?

But hey, he made you stop crying for a few seconds, even the sobs dried up. Instead, a look of uncertainty crossed your face as you looked back at him. "Sorry, I just wanted to lighten the tension with a joke… it went wrong" he put a hand to the back of his neck, trying to calm the situation and calm his panic at the same time.

Yes. The joke backfired on him, but it elicited a giggle from you. Maybe trying to relax with a bit of black humor and massacring hordes of enemies in a video game to get rid of the anger and the accumulated frustration wasn't a bad idea.

You snuggled up next to him, nestling your head on his shoulder. The heat of his hair on fire generated a more welcoming atmosphere, while warming your cold skin from so much anguish and discomfort. Moments like this, calm and a bit…rare, made your soul relax. Idia put an arm around your shoulders, somewhat uncertainly, squeezing you a little more on his chest.

"Your mother's soul may already be in the underworld given how dead she is inside, but as long as we're together" he squeezed your arm before giving you a soft kiss at the root of your hair. “we will live in an eternal spring”

Malleus

Malleus knew that something was wrong as he felt a great negative energy surrounding you, even if he looked very carefully, he could see that same energy covering your body like a black layer. And if that wasn't enough, the black bags under your eyes, which almost reached your cheeks, clearly expressed that you hadn't been sleeping properly the last few days.

As if that weren't enough, Malleus caught the occasional tear spilling down your soft skin, whether in class or in some secluded corner of the school. He felt it was enough psychological punishment for yourself and he decided to interrupt your usual walk to your dorm.

“Little child of a man, what is it?” He appeared suddenly, as was his custom to appear in front of you, except this time there was no startle, nor a smile of joy, a look eager to see him and enjoy his company. Instead, he was greeted by two red, tearful eyes and a devastating, almost gray gaze, as if all the color of your being, of your soul, had vanished from your body.

Seeing him standing next to you, imposing as always, but this time with a worried look, it was impossible for you to continue walking, so you decided to stay planted a few meters from the dorm entrance. Head down and feeling the recurring tears threatening to come out, you only managed to say a couple of words, babbling rather; not even the great Malleus could understand you.

Seeing your deplorable state, the green-eyed giant carried you in his long arms and took you straight into your small mansion, walking slowly, trying to make the wobble of his steps act like a wrapping movement; as if you were a defenseless and innocent baby. Arriving inside the dorm, going upstairs to your room, Malleus could notice how with each step you were calming down more and more, when you sat on the sheets the tears had already stopped.

And at that moment the words were able to come out more freely.

"It is unfortunate to see how the human despises his own blood and is filled with hatred and resentment" was the only thing he said before stroking your head. His long, thin fingers brushed your locks and gave little massages to your roots. “I am here for you, for whatever you need”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #angst

[hostess-of-horror]

i had an idea, if you don't mind hearing it. saltbaker shows a lot of regret for his actions, and i believe it would affect his ability to sleep. depression and anxiety tend to do that you know? so, that being said, what if he had some comfort from his significant other singing a lullaby to him? specifically, the song i had in mind was "rises the moon" by liana flores. maybe it could be the first time he ever heard them sing.

Awww, I like this prompt! 💕💕💕

I actually have never heard of "Rises the Moon" by Liana Flores (or at least have heard it before, I just didn't remember), but when I did it was such a sweet little song!

As for anxiety and depression, I can relate to that immensely. I have it myself and it does affect my sleeping patterns, causing me to wake up in the middle of the night for no reason and then struggle to go back to sleep.

I kinda wish I had a special someone who can lull me to sleep :'')

Rises the Moon

It broke your heart knowing that Chef Saltbaker wasn't getting the sleep he needed. He would often make excuses and say that he's just staying up late for the bakery. But you knew better.

You've tried to take him back to bed before, only to have him be fully awake by your side. He was fidgety, constantly on his feet, unable to rest like a ghost stuck in a neverending purgatory.

This time you found Chef Saltbaker in his kitchen, his back turned towards you, his fingers tapping on the counter nervously. His breathing could be heard from afar, the poor thing. He was panicking and he could not shake the feeling away.

You approached him slowly, placing a gentle hand up against his upper back, rubbing him sweetly. You then wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head against him.

You began to hum...

🎶Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end

Sun digs its heels to taunt you

But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same

🎶 Days fade into a watercolour blur

Rises the moon 🎶

Chef Saltbaker paused. He turned his head. Your voice... He had never heard you sing before...

Memories swim and haunt you

But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke

🎶 Oh-oh, close your weary eyes

Rises the moon 🎶

Slowly, he finally turned towards you, his eyes meeting yours, brimming with tears. His lower lip quivered.

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

To darken fading summer skies

🎶 Days pull you down just like a sinking ship

Breathe, breathe, breathe 🎶

Your hands cupped his face, catching falling tears with your thumbs. He breathed in and out as you gently lead him away from the counter by the hand.

Floating is getting harder

But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile

🎶 Days pull you up just like a daffodil

Rises the moon 🎶

The two of you walked away from the kitchen and all the way into the bedroom. Chef Saltbaker followed behind, exhausted yet mesmerized by your enchanting singing.

Uprooted from its garden

They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so

🎶 You'll be visited by sleep

Rises the moon 🎶

You sat down on the bed, your arms outstretched for a warm hug. Chef Saltbaker complied, crawling into your embrace, resting his head upon your bosom.

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

To steal away each dream you keep

Breathe, breathe, breathe 🎶

You smiled. Finally.

Planting a kiss on the top of his head, you fell asleep with your beloved snuggled up against you. Finally...

#chef saltbaker x reader #chef saltbaker #cuphead #cuphead the delicious last course #cuphead dlc #the delicious last course #my writing #answered asks #rises the moon #anxiety #depression

[starrysnowdrop]

A little Hali question if I may?

As I suspect Aymeric will be taking Hali to an Ishgardian Ball before long, if he hasn't already, I was wondering how much experience Hali has of dancing and formal dancing in particular? I'm not sure how much time the rational scholars of Sharlayan had for such ostentatious frivolity...

How does she feel about the idea of an Ishgardian Ball? Especially one where she will be the focus of so much attention (not all of which may be entirely positive)? Has she tried on different gowns? Was this a comfortable experience for her? Did she get any advice or suggestions? (perhaps from Emmanellain or, more practically, Lady Laniaitte de Haillenarte)

And finally (and very respectfully, as a fellow Lalafell player), how will Hali and Aymeric manage the height difference when dancing? Mimble would very willingly let Hali ride on his shoulders and conceal himself beneath the folds of her gown, but perhaps she has a more dignified plan in mind? After all there are many dances to choose from and Aymeric is an accommodating fellow.

Yes!!! Ishgardian Ball time!! @meepsthemiqo @traveler-of-light and I have been discussing headcanons for an Ishgardian Ball for a while now, and I’m so glad that I can talk about it a bit! I’m going to make a formal post with my full headcanons at some point, and I’m planning on writing a fic about it as well, but for now, I’ll delve into some of it here!

((Oh, and when I post the full headcanons, if anyone wants to join in on the Ishgardian Ball with your own OCs and ships, please let me know and/or tag me so I can see them!))

So, the Ishgardian Ball would happen sometime after the Final Days have been averted and before the Scions help Vrtra with the Void, so between 6.0 and 6.1. The ball will be in celebration of the Scions’ victory in saving the star, but on a personal level, Hali and Aymeric have confessed their love to each other and are officially in a relationship (FINALLY) so the ball will be the first time they are coming out to the public as a couple.

Hali is extremely excited, as she has always dreamed of going to a ball since she was a child reading fairytales, and she’s just as excited about trying on dresses to find the perfect one.

((I’ll be showing my ideas for what Hali will be wearing in the full headcanons post.))

But she is also really nervous, as she has no experience with ballroom dancing. She maybe a Dancer in battle, having learned the Thavnairian Kriegstanz style, but she’s no ballroom dancer. She had read about ballroom dancing in many books in Sharlayan, so she had a little bit of an idea of what it was all about, but there wasn’t that high of a demand for ballroom dancing classes when Hali was growing up.

The first person Hali goes to is one of her best friends: Emmanellain. He teaches Hali all of the basics, alongside Meeps’ children Fae’a and Marie so they all could learn together. This helped Hali greatly so that she wouldn’t be tripping over Aymeric’s poor feet.

But Hali soon discovers that there is going to be a major problem, as some of the dances, including the ever popular waltz, requires that you reach your partner’s shoulder, arms, hands etc. to perform the dance properly. So she is really discouraged, and she gets depressed because she can’t properly dance with the man she loves… that is until she has an idea.

She goes to her childhood friend, G’raha, and she asks him if he can teach her how to use the levitation spell that he used before to save everyone in the Tower of Zot. G’raha gladly agrees to help her, and Hali is able to learn the spell and hold it just long enough for one dance at a time. She doesn’t tell Aymeric beforehand about the levitation spell however, as she wants to surprise him.

At the night of the ball, Hali and Aymeric are introduced together, and so they are now known publicly as a couple. Hali is able to surprise Aymeric with using the levitation spell to lift herself up to the proper height so that they can dance together properly, and it’s a beautiful night for the both of them.

Thank you so much for the ask @mimble-sparklepudding!! I have been dying to talk more about the Ishgardian Ball ideas my friends and I have been developing, so I greatly appreciate this!! 🥰💖

((Btw, I’m curious if Mimble would like to go to the Ishgardian Ball too, and what his thoughts would be on all of it. Feel free to tell me about it if you’d like!))

#asks and replies #mimble asks #ishgardian ball headcanons #I’m squealing with joy over this #I’m even putting together a whole moodboard for it and everything #yes I’ve thought way too hard about it

[aquaticsoul]

The Echo | Relationship: Revon Tulet

Here goes another relationship meta, hot off the press! Buckle up, because this is a rollercoaster.

First, a little about Revon (who is an OC of my friend Kira's who lives with lots of other Mistericans over on @shiroi---kumo ).

Revon is a Misterican Royal Knight who served as Prince Pilvi's personal guard. He was Pilvi's first soul bind, looking after his charge since right after Pilvi was born. Thus, he was also the unofficial, undeclared leader of the other six of Pilvi's soul binds, which does include Sielu.

On Misterica, Sielu saw Revon pretty much daily from the time he was twenty-five to the time he was thirty-seven (when Misterica was destroyed). They didn't always talk much, but Sielu thought of him quite fondly and enjoyed it when they did.

Eventually, he decided that the job Revon had was definitely exhausting, so he saw to it to make sure the knight had a comfortable place to sit (the chair in his classroom) sometimes and, with some help from his sister, that the "poor man got some insoles". Revon never asked for any of this, nor did Sielu ever realize how much the small actions meant to the other. He was just concerned.

As years passed and Pilvi neared the age of thirteen, uncertainty over whether the boy would survive the Ritual of the Holy Blade became stronger. Sielu, having had to lead the music for such a thing, was the only teacher present when it finally did take place. Revon, being the boy's guard, was also in attendance.

And while Pilvi did survive, he was also put through an unbearable amount of pain resulting in screaming, falling unconscious, and being temporarily under Tiamat's full control to address the crowd. He fell into a coma for three days following it, during which Sielu spent most of his time trying to forget what he'd witnessed. It didn't work too well.

Finally, he went to his classroom to hunt for something to peel his mind away from worrying, and there he sat for a few hours. To his surprise, Revon was also there, and after some discussion both agreed that nothing, not even Tiamat herself, was worth putting their liege through such a thing. And while neither could truly fix the other's worries, the solidarity in what their society saw as a radical viewpoint was at least nice.

Misterica eventually was overtaken by Chaos when Sielu was thirty-seven. He, Sydän, and Sinfonia ended up in Wonderland rather than being killed in the fall, and if you've been here a while you know how that story ends. If you've not been here a while, Sinfonia and Sydän both died within six years. This left Sielu alone and in a state of severe, uncontrolled depression. Herba attacked the village he was in, killing everyone except him, who she took prisoner.

This is where things get complicated. Sielu was with Herba for nine years total. Her eyes, unfortunately, were pink like Revon's. Her hair was also green. Those two colors together are offputting at best to Sielu by the end of the nine years, outright triggering at worst dependent upon his state.

He was not in good shape by the time he escaped and found Valo, Aamunkoitto, and Revon. After trying to explain what happened and the fact that, to Sielu's knowledge, Pilvi left him with Herba to die, he was quickly shut down by Revon and Valo. Revon became extremely angry about the entire situation, effectively scaring Sielu into refusing to talk altogether.

Many weeks were spent sleeping in the farthest corner of the room in the inns they were staying at, making himself as small and quiet as possible so that no one would have anything to be upset at him for. A little at a time, he tried to make amends with Valo.

And then he tried with Revon, who ended up crying during the interaction. He put Sielu back in bed, to which he once more felt disliked and unwanted. A bit of conversation later, Revon finally admitted to seeing Sielu like his own child... and Sielu took it a bit too seriously.

During his time spent with Herba, he consistently was reminded that he was only kept alive because she couldn't have Pilvi (or, as she called him, Makenshi). This, coupled with issues he developed in childhood, made him assume Revon meant he was a replacement for Pilvi until they could actually find the boy.

Sielu resigned himself to this misunderstanding, promising Revon the rest of his life or to get him to Pilvi again, whichever came first.

Internally, it's been tearing him apart to reduce himself. Externally, he refuses to speak on it.

To sum up this whole post, Revon is currently a hard subject for him to open up about. He believes, quite firmly, that Revon is too good for someone like him and he also believes Revon will abandon him the moment he gets the chance.

Neither of those are true, but that's where he currently stands. He's got major work to do, but he'll find it worth the effort for someone he loves so much. After all... Revon is the first person who's made the songbird desire to sing again.

#[[ i have been writing this since like AUGUST ]] #[[ but it's finally here. ]] #[[ sparkle dad doesn't know how much sparkle son loves him. sparkle son doesn't know how much sparkle dad loves him either. ]] #[[ sielu loves nap on sparkle dad ]] #[[ sade from his place in nature: ok revon. take care of my son. i believe in u ]] #music alone shall live ; headcanon. #abuse tw #illness tw #injury tw #ritual tw #objectification tw #death tw #religion tw #topic ; revon #topic ; fears #topic ; pilvi #topic ; tiamat #topic ; misterica #topic ; misterican royal knights #topic ; misterican royal family #topic ; background #topic ; religion #topic ; captivity #topic ; misterica's church #r ; silence still speaks volumes [ revon ]

[norirosewrites]

Horror Film Review: May

Subgenre: Psychological horror

Gore Level: Moderate. (CN: Animal lovers may be upset by some of the scenes.)

Confession time: I love horror movies.

Unfortunately, for most of my life, I haven’t had as much opportunity to engage with the genre as I would have liked to, for a number of reasons. But circumstances have changed recently, and I am now a happy Shudder subscriber ready to get caught up on all the screaming good fun I’ve been missing out on!

I also used to write book and film reviews on one of my old college blogs as a hobby back in Ye Olde 2010s. Writing and engaging with stories is kind of my thing, if you didn’t already get that vibe, and I missed doing that. So I’ve decided to take it up again with the genre I love so much and am finally getting to explore without restrictions.

The first film I watched with my new Shudder subscription was May, a 2002 psychological horror film written and directed by Lucky McKee and starring Angela Bettis, Jeremy Sisto, Anna Faris, and James Duval. The minute the credits started rolling after the final scene, I knew it was also going to be the first review on my list.

In a Nutshell (Spoilers): May is a veterinary assistant who was born with a lazy eye which caused her to be ostracized in childhood, resulting in extremely poor socialization. As an adult, her only “friend” is a handmade doll named Soozy gifted to her as a child by her narcissistic mother, with the adage “if you can’t find a friend, make one.” May makes an effort to form friendships and connections with the people in her life, but each attempt has disastrous and eventually dangerous consequences. She befriends and briefly dates a local mechanic and aspiring filmmaker named Adam, but the relationship ends abruptly when she bites his lip hard enough to draw blood during a would-be sexual encounter – and smears his blood over her face. She takes up a short affair with Polly, a lesbian colleague who works at the same animal hospital who expresses interest in her, only to be cast aside for another woman almost immediately. Polly gives her a pet cat, Loopy, who May kills in a fit of rage when the cat hisses and refuses to come near her while she is depressed and crying alone in her apartment. (Don’t worry, no animals were harmed in the making of the film – all deceased or injured critters were created through taxidermy or prosthetics.) She begins volunteering at a daycare center for blind children and builds a rapport with a lonely young girl named Petey, who makes May an ashtray with her name carved into it, but things take a nosedive when she brings Soozy to the school in her case and inadvertently injures the children and herself when the glass breaks. Despondent, she meets a punk at a bus stop and invites him back to her apartment. When he discovers Loopy’s preserved corpse in the freezer and calls her a freak, May snaps and fatally stabs him in the head with a pair of scissors. After taking time to contemplate her actions, she declares that she needs “more parts.”

On Halloween night, she sews herself a dress and shows up at Polly’s unannounced. She slits Polly’s carotid arteries with a pair of scalpels and murders Polly’s girlfriend Ambrosia before going to Adam’s, where she kills him along with his new girlfriend. She then returns to her apartment and sews together a life-sized doll with Polly’s neck, the punk’s arms, Ambrosia’s legs, Adam’s hands, his girlfriend’s ears, and Loopy’s fur for hair. She names the doll “Amy” with the broken pieces of Petey’s ashtray. Distraught that the doll cannot “see” her, she gauges out her lazy eye and places it on the doll’s face, hysterically begging her creation to “see” her. The doll silently comes to life and comforts May by stroking her hair with Adam’s hands.

The WOW:

– The film has a really unique and creative build-up, especially for a horror film. The beginning almost feels more like a rom-com, complete with a classic meet-cute for May and Adam (awkward weird girl falling for rough-around-the-edges but charming boy). This made the dark turn that the film takes feel more surprising and startling – in a good, refreshing way. It’s a bit of a slow burn for a horror film, but it felt very organic and realistic for the characters and set the overall tone of the story very well. If you love jump scares and a lot of action, May might not be to your taste, but if you enjoy a more character-driven horror story, it’s an excellent choice.

– Each cast member delivered a fantastic performance. I could tell that the actors studied their roles thoroughly, and each character in the film felt so real. I think it’s easy to fall into the trap of relying on stock characters in a genre like horror, where there are so many well-established tropes and plot patterns, but I didn’t get that vibe at all with this movie.

– The cinematography impressed me from the beginning. There aren’t a lot of macro shots in this film; instead, the camera is focused on smaller details that may seem insignificant at first, but that add up over the course of the film to create a tightly woven, well put-together story. I thought it was an interesting choice since May frequently makes remarks throughout the film that people have different “parts” to them – and later gathers up various people-parts to create a whole person of her own. Stylistically I felt like the camera angles and focus on small details and shots also reflected the smallness of May’s very limited inner and outer world in a way that almost felt claustrophobic at certain moments.

– There’s enough blood and body parts to satisfy gore fans, but the violent scenes aren’t over the top. I was personally a fan of the shot of Ambrosia’s blood mixing with spilled milk on the kitchen floor.

– I loved how the ending was a bit of the reversal of the Frakenstein’s monster trope; instead of the creation begging to be seen by its creator, it’s the creator who begs to be seen by the creation. It was a nice twist and it got me ruminating on the intrinsic need that humans have to create: we want our creations to be seen by others – and for others to see us through the things we make – but our creative work is also an extension of ourselves, even when projects take on a “life” of their own, so to speak. (It is only after May sacrifices her own eye that the patchwork zombie doll comes to life, after all.) Maybe there’s a part of us on an unconscious level that wants to be seen by our creations, too? There’s probably a philosopher out there somewhere who can answer that question better than I can, but it was an interesting mental rabbit hole to tumble down.

The Meh:

– When we see flashbacks of May’s childhood at the beginning of the film, we see her mother insisting that the doctor will fix her lazy eye and make her look “perfect.” She later tells May to wear her hair over her eye patch to fit in with her schoolmates. She chastises May for ripping the paper off of her birthday present (lamenting that it’s now “ruined”) and instructs her not to take Soozy out of her glass case because she’s “special.” I expected that these early interactions would set May up to be something of a perfectionist, or at least for the unattainable search for perfectionism to be a stronger element in the film. I’m not necessarily disappointed that it was not – I think that it is somewhat of an overused theme in fiction – but it did feel like there was going to be a build-up to something that didn’t actually happen. I thought that this could have been tightened up a bit to flow better with the rest of the story.

– There’s an undercurrent of the supernatural in this film: May imagines Soozy speaking to her in whispers and has visions of the glass case cracking each time her connection with someone is broken. The voices and cracked glass are products of May’s fractured psyche (it’s telling that there is only one crack on Soozy’s case when May presents her to the children at show and tell, and that was from when she physically pounded on the top of the box in anger). However, it’s unclear at the end of the film if May’s creation is actually “alive” – insofar as a doll stitched together from amputated body parts can be, at any rate – or if the spontaneous animation is just psychosis. It can be interpreted either way, but all of these somewhat-supernatural-but-quite-so elements felt a little disjointed at times. But then again, that could have also been a deliberate choice on the part of the filmmakers, as we are watching the story of a very, um…troubled young woman, to say the least.

– I could have done with a little less rampant flirtatiousness from Polly’s character, but I’m generally annoyed by people (fictional or real) who make being flirty the cornerstone of their personality. And Anna Faris certainly delivered on her performance. 

Final Thoughts:

May is definitely one of the most creative and well-written films I’ve seen in a long time – within the horror genre or without – but there’s also a more personal reason why I loved this film: May’s character deeply resonated with me as an autistic person. There were so many moments in the film where I felt my heart crack at her desperate attempts to connect with the people around her, only to be misunderstood, rebuffed, shoved off or ignored (even if some of her behavior was understandably off putting). I know what it feels like to want to make friends and connect with the people around you, but sometimes simply not knowing how, and the awful loneliness that comes with that. As an adult, social interactions are easier for me than they were when I was a child, but even now there are moments where I feel stuck on what to do or say around people. It is scary to feel like all your relationships are fragile and that eventually you’re going to say or do the wrong thing and push the people you care about away from you. That you will, ultimately, be left all alone. Humans are a social species; we have an innate biological need to belong, to feel seen and loved and cared for and to return those feelings to the people around us. The scene where May gauges out her own eye reminded me of the many ways we hurt ourselves just to get someone, anyone, to see and acknowledge us. I think that’s the real horror of May: on a primal level, nothing truly frightens us more than loneliness – not ghosties or serial killers or evil clowns or zombies or monsters – because we cannot survive in isolation from each other.

As May tells Soozy at the beginning of the film, “I need a real friend – one I can hold.” We all do. Let’s hope that we all are able to find one.

(On a lighter note: as a personal aside, I found it hilarious that Adam was dressed in a Roman toga for Halloween since Jeremy Sisto went on to play Julius Caesar the following year in a two-part television movie, which happened to be the first role I ever saw him in when we watched the film in my high school Latin class. 😂)

#horror #horror movies #horror films #horror review #horror recs #psychological horror #horror blog #horrorblr #horror film reviews #horror movie reviews

[acircusfullofdemons]

!! (for the oc ask you reblogged)

[ send me "!!" & I'll introduce you to an oc ]

Oh thank you!! So. Harlow. My fucked up horror girl. My scream queen, final girl, etc. (this got. SO LONG, I'm so sorry)

Her full name is Harlow Spade (she/they) & they work for Lannie Crowley/Lantern as his henchperson. His right hand, more specifically! She started working for him when she was 15 after having a mental breakdown/existential crisis about being a magical girl.

You see, in the city Harlow lives in (Prism Pulse), there are 7 deities that have control over 7 emotions (Anger, Greed, Fear, Determination, Hope, Love, Compassion). These 7 used to be hidden from humanity but Ares, Hermes, and Phobos (they're named after Greek gods but not THE Greek gods, if that makes sense?) wanted themselves to be known/have more recognition, so now we're here!

Anyway the 7 can now choose Prism Citizens to give their power to, but only of they 1) were born in PP & 2) born after The Calamity (aka when they revealed themselves). These people are called "Witches" and Harlow is one such Witch! The deity that claimed her was Pandora, aka the deity of Hope. Harlow did NOT have a fun time being a Hope Witch, though. I don't want to, like, give a bunch of worldbuilding so to sum up: her mother, Faith, had a Hope Shard (aka an object that lets non witches/humans use the deities power) and was a superhero/magical girl for Prism Pulse until she got pregnant with Harlow. Faith was beloved by everyone and is kind of...martyred? romanticized?? Everyone always talks about how great she was and. its a lot to put on an 8 year old!!

Yes, that's right. Poor little baby started fighting crime at 8. Nobody cared that she was a literal child, just that she had to stop Lannie/Lantern (who has a Fear Shard, Fear & Hope are opposites which is why Harlow was expected to fight him). Now. This isn't about Lannie, but he IS important to Harlow.....because he's also her dad! *gasp* yes I know how fucking wild.

See, its fun, because Faith & Lannie were enemies, then had this weird coworker dymanic, then they sort of accidentally started sleeping with each other (oh did I also mention that Faith has a husband, Harlan?? well get to him dw but yeah she definitely cheating on him). This is supposed to be about Harlow. Sorry. Anyway, nobody knows Harlow is Lannie’s kid (except for possibly Faith, and tbh Lannie lowkey suspects it but what's he gonna do?? get a dna test done?? he's a fucking criminal yall). Also Faith kills herself shortly after Harlow is born bc of post partum depression/psychosis, leaving Harlow in the care of Harlan, her "father".

Harlan was NOT a good dad lmao. He constantly blamed Harlow for her mothers death and put most of the pressure for her to fight Lannie (i stg when you really look at Canon!Harlow's life, Lannie is the ONLY person that genuinely cares about her). Ssoo yeah he sucks, very emotionally & verbally abusive.

So you're probably wondering. What happened when Harlow was 15 that made her work for Lannie instead? Well, to put simply: she died! Yes, you read that right. Harlow is technically a ghost. There was this giant fight involving, Harlow, Lannie, Agent Owl (Prism's main hero), and some other villains idk the details yet, which resulted in Harlow getting severely injured and dying. Lannie was the one to notice her dying first bc Owl was too busy fighting the other villains, and BOY did he blow up at Owl for not caring about Harlow enough. Anyway she became a ghost bc Pandora was like "nnoooo 😭 you were my favorite!!! go back rn". Pandora said "everyone lives au, hurt/comfort, 35k" blame her for all of Harlow's problems.

ANYWAY. I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH BACKSTORY??? if you're still reading this, uh...personality time?? My girl is FERAL. she eats bugs. She bites people, police especially. They're an absolute menace to society and will one day take over Lannie’s job as being a general nuisance. She's also constantly insulting Lannie and making fun of him (affectionately of course. though sometimes it does get a lil personal oops). Uhmmm she's also very smart, extremely good at Alchemy (which is basically magic chemistry in this universe).

Now it's time for the Faith Lives!AU bc. I like it a lot more lol.

Its basically what is says on the tin, Faith doesn't kill herself. She also divorces Harlan & gets with Lannie! Nobody is happy about them being together but me (and them ofc). Under their parenting, Harlow has a MUCH happier childhood and even a little brother, Jack! (named after Jack Skellington. Lannie thought it would be funny. he was right.)

ALSO!!! bc of some worldbuilding reasons I don't have time to explain, Phobos (deity of Fear) is now her patron/the deity to give her powers!! And while it still kinda sucks bc those claimed by Ares/Hermes/Phobos are SEVERELY hated (those 3 don't have....the best reputation in Prism Pulse) and she's a lot more powerful bc thats her...."true calling", I suppose is how you'd put it? Like she can use both Hope & Fear, but she's got an easier time with Fear lol. (She might also just be possessed by phobos. just a lil, idk)

Your "reward" for reading all that is Harlows playlist & the FL!AU playlist. Oh and. Bragging rights, I guess.

#paraportal #console: mad as a crow #game: crystalized gold #harlow spade #luka answers #player: unknown #ask memes #idk if this is even coherent. i started writing this when i was tired & then got a Boost of energy so. hopefully it makes sense!!! #playlist #zepeto #lanternverse au #lukas circus oddities #parache

[fruiteesnak]

A well needed hug from dad :)

#lol #yeet #my art #doodle #digital art #ph1ilza #philza minecraft #mcyt #minecraft #dream #dream smp #tommyinnit #awwww #hug from dad :) #yayayayayaya #my poor depressed child finally gets some comfort :)

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at the gates of heaven | jhs

When you’re everyone’s hope, who is yours? When you’re everyone’s angel, who is yours? That’s what Hoseok thinks when he’s feeling a bit blue.

To him, however, it’s you. Since the moment he began to guard you, all he wants is to see you happy. Then, everything in the world is fine. Even if that means he has to see you make mistakes over and over again – until one day he stops you from ruining your life, showing up before you for the first time.

The warmth, the uncanny closeness of contact, humanhood. He’s fallen for you, the poor angel.

He has fallen, quite literally.

Word count: 9k

Warnings: depression, hurt/comfort, bad decision making skills, Hoseok as your guardian angel, obsessive behaviour, alcohol consumption, swearing, past toxic relationship.

# sub!hoseok, angel!hoseok, dom!reader, corruption kink, sort of voyeur!hobi, oral sex (male and female receiving), semi-public sex (there’s something with him that just screams ‘lets get caught’), bratty!hobi, vaginal sex, handjob, sort of virgin!hobi?, first time, manhandling, grinding.

I wish Hobi was my guardian angel :(

“Don’t.”

That’s it. That’s the highest peak you’ll ever reach in what’s left of your lifespan. Things can’t get any better, you know it.

“Please, don’t,” he insists, despite knowing you can’t hear him.

Taking a deep breath, you put your feet on the edge of the roof of your house, getting ready to jump. Your arms are ready, your body is ready. You are utterly and completely ready to make history as the first human to ever fly.

Hoseok watches you in the invisibility of his unearthly existence, frowning.

You are a hero, too. You are a genius. You are a four years old girl who thought that a bunch of cardboard pieces glued to your arms would be enough to make you fly.

Clearly, it doesn’t work, and you plummet off the roof. It’s roughly a six-foot drop, but it’s enough to make you fall flat on your face, nonetheless. Your mouth is bleeding, looks like a Tarantino movie – you’ve probably lost some teeth, judging by the way your mouth would hurt later after the adrenaline wears off.

You should be thankful they’re baby teeth, he thinks.

But that’s not the last time you’re close to dying, as bad as it is for Hoseok’s heart. That was only the first time you were left alone for longer than a second and hence had the chance to try out one of your numerous experiments. You’re a curious child, that’s easy to see. You’ve given your parents more than one heart attack.

Hoseok has gone through every single one of them, biting his nails to see if the kid he’s guarding has finally reached their final day on Earth.

Like the day you were ten and decided to separate from your class during a picnic trip with your school to take a look around the forest. In your defence, that cliff was pretty well hidden behind the wall of trees.

Or, when you were fifteen, that weekend your parents decided – rather foolishly, in his opinion – to go on a romantic getaway and leave you home alone. In your defence, he utters again, you only told your closest friends to come over. The other fifty people came completely uninvited and already stoned.

Hoseok would have liked to stop you when you let your high school boyfriend drag you to the lonely corridor during your graduation party, but he couldn’t. He can’t keep interfering with your life for all eternity. What would you be living, then?

But it makes his blood boil, for some reason.

It’s easy to nag you when Hoseok’s seeing all stages of your life at once. You’re five, fifteen, and fifty all at once in his eyes. Although a bit odd at first, since you’re his first protégée, he’s got used to it by now. The closeness is human, unnatural to him, but it lived up to the expectations built before he came to you.

He endures and watches you lose your virginity to the asshole that will break up with you for a sports scholarship and the affection of his emotionally distant, ex-athlete father.

He also stays with you when you spend a whole week crying in your bed, wondering between sobs why are men such pieces of shit. Then you realise that you’d have broken up with him too if you had been offered a scholarship on the other side of the country – that, along with your favourite band’s new album, helps you get over it.

In the stage he is right now, you’ve graduated already and are in a not-so steady relationship with your boyfriend. He’s a couple of years older than you and kind of obsessed with the idea of not letting you do anything that isn’t approved by his glorious common sense.

Ugh, he hates that jerk. He shouldn’t, but he does.

Mainly, because Hoseok knows what’s going to happen, it’s all gone to shit in front of each of his hundred eyes.

You’ll marry this guy, and you’ll give up your work and miss the promotion you worked so hard for. After a year, you’ll get pregnant. It’s going to be a lovely baby, but also too much; your husband’s now tired and overwhelmed by all these responsibilities he doesn’t really have, and the girl he met going out for a drink the other day is kind of pretty.

Only a week passes between realising you’re expecting again and finding out he’s cheating on you. Your eldest child is now four years old.

You go home to your parents, who insist that you sort things out and pay more attention to your husband so something like this doesn’t happen again. You’re tired, life is becoming too much. You’ve thought about going back to work, but it’s been too long, and you’re pregnant.

There is this resentment that you start to feel for your children. If you hadn’t had them, if you had never got pregnant, your husband would never have got tired of you. As the months go by, that feeling comes back to haunt you.

You’re a lousy mother, a lousy wife, a lousy woman, a lousy worker – you’re good for nothing, really, in your mind.

He can’t let that happen.

The music is loud in your ears, vibrating into your brain. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, but you feel bouncy and ready to become the queen of the dance floor – you’re twenty-five, tomorrow’s Sunday, and all your friends are with you.

“Wanna get another drink?” one of them screams to your ear. “My boyfriend’s paying!”

Doing his duty as a wealthy boyfriend, the guy has invited you all to the VIP zone, and the bartender knows to charge all your drinks to him.

There’s a bottle of champagne lying on the table, but you feel like ordering a round of shots surrounded by strangers; it’s really tiring to switch between your table and dance floor, so you’d rather stay where you can dance and wear off every surplus ounce of energy that’s still in your body.

I’m not gonna think about him, you repeat to yourself.

Tonight’s about you, your friends have made it clear. Your emotionally distant – now ex – boyfriend is not allowed to be either mentioned or brought up, let alone thought about.

“Three shots of vodka, please.”

Besides, who the fuck does he think he is? It’s not like you can’t turn around and find five men better than him who have more to offer than a boring existence for the next twenty years of your life until you dump him and hook up with the mailman. You really don’t understand why you like him so much.

“Hey, Y/N, I know that face,” your friend growls next to you. “I’ll take none of that bullshit, all right? Tonight you are single.”

Tonight you are single, indeed.

You can’t stifle the stupid giggle that escapes your lips. You’re single. A month ago you thought you’d be engaged by now but no, you’re single. Your boyfriend forced you to cut a three-year relationship. You’re single – and it feels good, you feel free.

The shot goes down your throat with a pleasant sting. “Yeah, fuck him! Fuck that stupid, commitment-hating freak!”

Your phone vibrates in your handbag. When you take it out, your ex’s name glows on the screen. Hey, can we talk? You quickly text a ‘no’. The phone vibrates again. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to say those things. You know I love you. Do you? You’re not so sure anymore. Now everything he says feels deceiving, it doesn’t sound genuine.

You decide to leave him on read, but his constant messages bug you through the night. Most of your friends eventually notice, and the mood drops.

‘Stop fucking texting me. I’m just a friend lol.’

Not until you listen to me, baby. I was scared they’d judge me, all right? It’s the first time I feel like this.

Was he, now? It sounds like an excuse; he never talked about you to his friends, and it made you feel like shit, but what if he’s telling the truth and you’re judging him? That’d be so unfair to him.

“Hey!”

A man approaches you from the dance floor with a bright smile.

Your body’s memory doesn’t recognise him, although your mind does find him familiar. You used to be friends when you were kids. But even if your body doesn’t remember him, it’s attracted to him, pulling you towards him like a magnet. You need to be close to him.

“Long time no see!” he says to your ear.

Then you remember. “Hobi!” You accept his hug with a smile, your mood suddenly improving just by the sight of him. “God, it is! We haven’t met since…”

Since never, in fact, he thinks.

But the warmth that your body gives off is addicting and uncanny, and Hoseok finds it hard to pull away from you. It’s not like you’re pushing him away either, so he stays with his arms around your waist, waiting for you to show some discomfort with the contact. You never do, though.

“We last met five or six years ago, at your mother’s birthday party,” you suddenly remember. “I was a freshman then.”

Hoseok chuckles. “I guess you already graduated? Civil Engineering in the end, right?”

You don’t exactly understand why or how, but you’re drawn to him to such an extent that it’s making your body ache for his. However, your phone vibrating again in your pocket brings you out of your pleasant reverie.

“Yeah.” You check your phone quickly and dismiss your ex��s new ten messages.

“Okay, who is he?” he asks all of a sudden. “You have ‘asshole boyfriend’ written all over your face.”

Wow, Hoseok really is perceptive, you notice as you leave your drink on the table with a sigh. Perhaps it’s the perfect occasion to get a second opinion without your friends’ bias against him in the game.

“Ex-boyfriend, actually. I broke up with him a few weeks ago,” you sigh.

“Really?” He looks genuinely concerned, and it makes you feel better. “What happened? How long had you been dating?”

“Almost three years. I thought he’d propose on our anniversary, but— but I heard him telling his friends I was just a friend. Well, it’s in the past. How are you doing, Hobi? Anyone special in your life?”

He shakes his head. “Not really. Been focusing on work lately.”

“That’s good,” you mumble in response, nodding your head, “that’s good… Hey, do you wanna join us? My friends and I got a private table and we’ve ordered way more bottles than we can finish. It’s quieter than down here, too.”

You and Hoseok return to where your friends are. He gets on well with them, chatting and laughing over drinks, with some dancing in between. He’s really good at it, you can’t take your eyes off his body. Fuck, he’s hot, that body beneath yours and—

What’s wrong with you? You just broke up with your boyfriend of two years, Y/N, wake up.

Things are going great, he notes. This is exactly what he planned; after tonight, you won’t accept your boyfriend’s apologies, you won’t get married to him, and your life won’t be a complete ruin.

But what is that feeling he gets when he catches you staring at him?

“There are so many life-changing moments,” you say with a sweet smile, “I firmly believe it. Who knows what would’ve happened if I had gone back to him— that piece of shit. If you hadn’t stepped in, Hobi, who knows. You’re like an angel sent from heaven.”

“I would’ve beaten up your ass if you told me you got back with that asshole,” one of your friends practically growls. “You’ve been doing God’s work today, Hoseok-ssi.”

Hoseok’s heart stops for a second. You sound so sweet, he wants to hear more of your voice calling his name, talking to him.

“Hobi, let’s go dancing.”

You drag him back to the dance floor. The beat is nice, an upbeat melody that makes your bodies move. Hoseok is a good dancer, but so are you; you move towards him, hoping he’ll get the message. Arms tangling, chest touching, eyes locked. Excitement pools in the pit of your stomach.

Perhaps it’s because it’s been a long time since you last saw each other, but it feels like your body is meeting him for the first time. Your skin seems eager to learn about his, to print his touch onto your finger pads.

You’re hungry for him.

“I want to kiss you, Hobi,” you say, moving to press your lips against his earlobe.

Then you should kiss him, he thinks. But he shouldn’t let you, even if your lips are calling for him, even if your body is calling for him.

“Perhaps—” Hobi stares at your lips and gulps. “Perhaps we shouldn’t do that right now. You’ve drunk, Y/N, and I—”

You move your lips away from his neck and look up at him. “Not as much as you think.”

He can’t do this, not with you. It’d be really fucked up to hook up with you, to have sex with you, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t. It’s not right. What if someone finds out? But you’re looking at him with such doe eyes, you’re tempting him on purpose. He’s so fucked up.

“I-I don’t know if you’ll regret it tomorrow—”

“I won’t,” you insist, carefully watching his face as you press your ass against him. You grind down on his crotch, Hobi’s hands moving instinctively to your hips. He can’t stifle a groan that only you can hear with the music blasting and the crowd screaming. “I really want to kiss you. You don’t?”

“Y/N, ah—” Another whimper cuts him off. “Fuck, Y/N, you— what are you doing to me? I-I’m trying to be good—”

“Let’s go to the restroom,” you suddenly purr to his ear, pulling at his hand.

Hobi blinks and smiles, puzzled. “What do you mean? You need me to hold your purse or something?”

“Not exactly.”

He knows it, though – he knows what that smile means. Is it possible? He has a human body now, so it surely is in the physical sense of the word but— can he? Is he really allowed… to have sex with you? He never bothered to ask. But your body feels so warm against his, your lips are so soft when they kiss him, you smell so good.

After you close the door of the restroom stall behind you, you push Hobi against the wobbly wall, eyeing him with lust, and kiss him on the lips. Hoseok feels hesitant at first, but soon his teeth nib your bottom lip gently and sucks it into his mouth.

He hopes you haven’t brought condoms – in his plan, he won’t know if he’s clean, and you’ll be happy just getting eaten out or fingered; your warm, wet walls around his digits, your thighs fluttering around his head, eyes shut tight.

His cock gets hard at the thought; he would die to feel your clit twitching against his tongue—

He’s fucked up.

“Fuck, Hobi, I can’t wait to have your cock inside, baby,” you groan in his ear.

Something shrinks in his stomach, fire taking over every brain cell inside his head. All he can hear is your voice, your breath, your soft whimpers when he touches you. You’re all around him in every sense of the word.

Oh, he’s so, so, so fucked up.

“Do you have a condom?” He shakes his head, and you click your tongue. “I don’t either, damn it, I didn’t think that I’d—”

He cuts you off with a peck. “Doesn’t matter. I-I can eat you out.”

Your heart flips in your chest, your core aching between your thighs. Fuck, that’s so hot. Hoseok is so hot, you need his dick. Your cunt is empty and clenching around nothing.

“You wanna eat me out, babe? Need it so bad you’ll even beg for it?” you tease.

In a second, Hoseok goes down to his knees in front of you and sticks out his tongue, staring at you with glistening eyes. He’s asking you silently to let him delve his tongue between your folds, flick it on your clit, slurp all your juices so he can memorise your taste on his tongue.

“Please, fuck— let me eat you out, Y/N,” Hobi pants against the fabric of your dress. His warm breath seeps straight into your core. “You’re right, I need it so bad.”

As you settle against the wall, you hook your fingers in the elastics of your underwear and pull them down. Hoseok’s breath looms over your folds, hot and wet. His lips are so pretty, his mouth is so pretty; his eyes are so pretty, looking up at you with his tongue stuck out for you. You can’t think about anything else at the moment.

You chuckle, almost panting; the growing expectation is leaving you breathless. “C’mon, have at it. I’m waiting.”

Is this what being horny really is like? You’ve never felt like this before – no one’s body has ever drawn you like this before, your skin is prickling with arousal and desire. You want him, you need him, your limbs are fighting not to move on their own and push his face into your core.

Hoseok probes into your folds with a gentle lick. Your smell fills his nose, your taste makes him drool. It’s not clear what he has to do, but your swollen clit in front of him catches his attention.

Is he supposed to rub his tongue against it? The last thing he wants is to look like he’s got no clue, even if it’s true. But you notice the hesitation in his eyes and, raking your fingers through his silky hair, you mutter, “Just do it gently at first, okay? Light licks, kisses, things like that. Build it up a bit.”

Nodding, Hobi tilts down his head and kisses your inner thighs. You can feel the tension coil in your lower back at the grazing contact.

His lips are so soft, his eyes look up at you so gently; trying to follow your reactions, find the sweet spots where your skin is more responsive. He strokes the sides of your clothed torso, kneading the flesh under his fingers as he finally grazes your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Hell, you are so turned on.

“Ah, f-fuck Hobi,” you groan, jerking your hips against his face. He doesn’t seem to mind. “So good, you’re so good to me—”

Hoseok cuts you off with a whimper. “It hurts, Y/N. Down there.”

You look down and see his tented pants. Hobi is painfully hard, you don’t know how is he handling it with such gentleness. It makes you grin with pride when you think that it’s all because of you, your body, and your voice.

“If you make me cum, Hobi,” you pant then, “I’ll make you come with my hands, all right? And if you do it quickly, I’ll even use my mouth.”

It tingles in your core when he chokes on his spit at your words, whining in frustration.

Your fingers rake through his hair and pull instinctively when his lips suck on your clit just right, making you pound your hips onto his face with a moan. It’s getting bigger, the knot in your stomach; you need to release all the tension, need to feel his cock slide into your dripping cunt and sooth the ache between your thighs.

“Hobi,” you call him with a dry voice, “I’m— I’m close. Focus on the clit, baby, s-so good.” Hoseok does as told, and soon you feel him flicking your clit eagerly, like he’s dying to make you come. “Fuck! Just like that, baby, right there!”

Just the thought that there might be other people in the cubicles next door hearing you moan makes Hobi’s blood boil with lust – dark, deep, burning lust blazing through his veins. He needs to feel your thighs flutter around his head and hear you say he’s doing good for you. Just you rolling your hips down onto his face without an ounce of care or control is enough to make his inexperienced cock throb in his pants to the point he’s sure he’s going to come untouched.

“Y-you taste so good,” he moans openly against your core. “I’d love to— I’d love to have your taste print on my tongue and keep it with me.”

How can he say stuff like that with such an angelic look on his face, you wonder? But it just shoves you closer to the edge; your muscles are burning, you’re sweating under the fabric of your dress, and your juices are dripping down Hoseok’s chin, some of it even soaking his cheeks.

You utter a breathy chuckle. “Fuck, Hobi, you can’t just say that— when I can’t fuck you properly.”

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him – that’s all the both of you can think about right now. His cock buried inside of you, slipping in so easily because you’re soaking wet; the pretty sounds he’d make – you’re positive he’s vocal, he’d be whining and panting and whimpering when you clenched around him tightly.

“Right there—” One last flick and you’re coming on his tongue, and goodness, you taste so good, he goes practically crossed-eye, his cock throbbing and twitching, begging for something he doesn’t understand yet. “Hobi! F-fuck, so good, s-so good!

You’re trembling all over him, around him, your warm thighs and your soft flesh – and it’s all because of him. His body has never felt like this, so aware and yet so barely conscious of his surroundings. It’s impossible to miss your face scrunched at the wave of pleasure he’s provoking with just his mouth, your juices all over his cheeks, how he wants to keep lapping at your core and see what else you’ll let him do.

“P-please—”

You switch positions with Hoseok as soon as you come down from your high. Still a bit run out of breath, now you have him against the stall wall, and his cheeks are flushed.

“Look at you,” you whisper with a chuckle, “with your mouth all wet and so, so hard, baby. Did you like it that much?”

“P-please!” Hobi whimpers again, closing his eyes as your hand sneaks into his trousers.

You move closer to his ear. “Please, what? ‘Please touch me, Y/N’? Do you want me to touch your pretty little dick?” He looks down when you unzip his trousers. Is he considered small? “Why don’t you use your words now that you can use your mouth again?”

Hoseok hisses when the air, chilly at least in contrast with his burning skin, comes in contact with his erect cock.

“Touch me, please,” he splutters, practically humping your thigh. “Touch my p-pretty little dick.”

Finally, you wrap your fingers around him, and Hoseok throws his head back into the wall with a moan. You grasp his chin and tilt it up.

“Huh?” you hum, patting the head of his cock again with your other hand just to watch if he reacts the same way. “Are you sensitive here, Hobi? I don’t know what you’re gonna do when I put you in my mouth if you’re already so sensitive just having me rub my thumb against your cock.”

His length twitches between your digits.

“Perhaps it’s time to give it a tug, huh? Would you like that?”

When did you become so mean? Just a minute ago you were praising him and promising to make him feel good – but why does he like it? Why does he want to level up to and act blatantly horny?

You press your body against his clothed chest as your hand gives his cock a long, slow stroke, and he twitches again. “I-it hurts,” Hoseok mumbles.

“Does it?” You raise your palm and spit before resuming the motion. “How is it now? Better?”

“Y-yes!” he whimpers. He feels burning hot in your hand, now running smoothly along his shaft – but you know it can feel even better, so you grab his wrists and kneel in front of him. “Y/N? What— what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna suck your dick.”

Your eyes are darker, pupils blown out with lust. You want him, want his cock heavy on your tongue. Now, does he want you? He hopes you don’t know that he’s down on his knees for you already; if you realise and reciprocate this sweet feeling bubbling up in his chest, Hoseok is lost, completely lost.

Making eye contact, you hold his hips still and give his length a long lick up to the tip. Hoseok’s knees buckle, and you feel him throbbing against your smirking lips.

“You’re so easy to rile up, Hobi. I love all the sounds you make. I wonder” – and your tongue dip into his slit again, and he whimpers again – “what other cute sounds I can get from you. You know what I’d love?”

Hoseok says dryly, “W-what?”

“I’d love it if you said all the dirty things I know are going through your mind right now.”

Before he can even reply to that, you swallow his cock, the wet heat engulfing him and fuck, he would’ve never thought such a feeling could even exist. It’s euphoric, every fibre in his body tingling and prickling as he loses composure and control of his limbs. You smile around him when he starts struggling to hold back his moans.

“C’mon, don’t be shy,” you say with a hoarse voice. “Hobi” – you rake your nails across his naked thighs – “I wanna hear it. Don’t you ever cuss?”

Hoseok sucks in a sharp breath when your mouth sucks him in again. “F-fuck! O-oh fuck, too much!” he cries. You are now playing with his balls and swirling your tongue around his tip. “So good, fucking Christ—”

Is that his first orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach? The words sting in his throat, your touch is burning him all over, smothering him and leaving him breathless.

You suddenly grab his hips and tug them forward, almost making him lose balance, and soon you’re swallowing around his already aching cock, hollowing your cheeks ever so gently and putting pressure on his slit with your tongue. Hobi can’t help bucking into your mouth, and you press his hipbones against the wall to hold him still.

“Fuck! Fuck, right there, s-so good!” he sobbed, raising his arms and choking on all the drool pooling in his mouth. “P-please, I’m so close!”

It’s too late, he’s way too lost in the pleasure when he feels your throat tighten around his cock and your lips press against his pelvis. It twitches and throbs madly, it hurts how close he is, but it hurts so good.

Although you can’t keep deepthroating him for long, you keep bobbing your head up and down, reaching down until his tip bumps against your palate and pumping what you can’t fit in your mouth. Hoseok lets out one breathy moan after another as he arcs his back on the stall and shudders at your touch.

You palm his balls again. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Y-yeah, yes,” Hobi cries, and his body goes still as the tension in the pit of his stomach snaps. “O-oh, Jesus, right there, so good! I’m gonna— I’m coming, God, I’m coming!”

His muscles tense against your palms, and his eyes almost roll to the back of his head. Thick, white ropes of his cum spurt out onto your lips, the taste salty when you lick them clean, and Hoseok moans when you suck him into your mouth again to help him ride out his orgasm.

“’s too much.”

At his pleads, you decide to let go of his softening cock and stop to take a look at Hobi’s fucked out aspect. His face flushed, lips swollen and red from biting them.

“Sorry, I—” You turned down his offer to help you stand up; not when he’s literally a hundred times more mauled by his orgasm than you. “This was amazing, Y/N… God” – and the name stung again in his throat, making him flinch – “how am I ever supposed to get over this?”

You crack a laugh at his prattling. “There’s no need to get over it, you know.”

As you move towards him to help him zip his trousers, you feel his hot breath against the crown of your head, and Hoseok weakly pulls you in for a deep kiss. His lips are just as warm and sweet as yours, and his arms circle your waist, waiting for you to finish so you can tangle yours around his shoulders.

It takes you a couple of minutes more to calm down, clean up, and walk out of the restroom to meet with your friends. None of them seem to have noticed your long absence, so you smile at Hobi and pull him towards the dance floor again.

“Y/N!”

In a second, your ex-boyfriend pops up out of the blue, standing in front of you with a bunch of flowers clutched to his chest— and you can’t believe it.

“There you are, baby,” he practically sobs. “Can we get out and talk for a sec—”

All the happiness you got from Hobi turns into anger and snaps in your chest as he continues talking, not really caring that you’re just staring at him in disbelief, until you realise you’ve had enough of it, enough of him:

“Shut up! You’re such a jerk. This is why I don’t like you anymore!” you can’t help yelling. “And you not only show up and embarrass me in front of my friends, but you also come with a bouquet! You’re so stupid, damn it! Read the room! This is so fucking embarrassing…”

Your boyfriend blinks twice, genuinely confused, as his arm lowers, the flowers bending with an air of defeat. “Sorry?”

“I think she wants you to leave,” Hoseok intervenes.

“You don’t know shit about what she wants, mate, so how about you shut the fuck up?”

Hobi chuckles, pulling a mocking face. “And you do?”

He feels guilty for getting aggressive at a guy with such a positive energy; Hobi’s aura screams peace and good vibes. But he has to – he’s literally cockblocking him and positively trying to hook up with you, his girlfriend.

“I don’t think I got the memo. Who are you, again?”

You step up to defend him. “He’s an old childhood friend. We ran into each other at the club, what about it?”

“C’mon, babe, let’s talk things out.” Your ex then tries to reach you and grab your arm, but you slap his hand away, causing him to drop the flowers. He looks up at you as if you have killed his pet. “This is so unlike you, baby.”

Finally, a security guard walks up to you and calmly asks him to leave. Your friends are watching you from the table, and your ex-boyfriend finally picks up the bouquet and leaves.

“Are you okay?” Your cheeks are burning in embarrassment and your heart is shrinking in pain when you turn towards Hobi. His gaze, however, so loving and soft, soothes it all away. “He already walked out. Do you think he might come back or something?”

You shake your head with a smile. “I don’t think so. I’ll just block him everywhere now—”

“Hey, it’s all right. He’s gone now.” Hoseok’s voice is soft, and he’s smiling calmly at you when you turn your head.

“Yeah,” you answer, mimicking his smile.

“I think I— I should head home now. It’s been a crazy night.” He has to leave you now, or else he’ll be too deep into whatever this is to retreat when the time comes. But it’s not easy for Hobi to just vanish from your life, that’d be torture. And it’d be a big mistake to make you so upset that you’d come back to your ex-boyfriend, right? “Can I have your number? If you want to meet some day again.”

You just let your grin grow wider and the butterflies in your stomach flutter in excitement.

The next time you see Hobi, you’re just leaving the coffee shop you work at. It’s barely six in the evening, but you were ready to take your chance and sneak out at the perfect moment.

It’s spring already, the perfect time to buy some flowers for your small apartment. It’s not much, but it never fails to give the rooms a nice, fresh essence and sooth all your bad thoughts in times like this, when you feel like you’re wandering aimlessly, like you’ve lost your beacon in the distance.

You’re checking the florist’s shop across the street from your café when someone calls you. “Y/N!”

“Hobi!” you say with a smile. It’s already been a week since you last heard of him, and knowing he has in fact not run away from you calms your nerves a bit. “What has become of you all this time? You promised to call me.”

It’s a joke, he knows it is, but it still stings deep down in his heart. He’s not supposed to be here, with you; he should’ve disappeared as soon as your ex-boyfriend was no longer a threat to your happiness – and yet here he is. But Hoseok can’t let go of you so easily, even if he doesn’t understand what’s happening to him.

“It has been quite a complicated week with my work, sorry.”

But you’re not mad, he can see that. Instead, you’re practically glowing with his presence, and it makes him melt and his skin prickle with the urge to touch you again, to have you touch him like you did that night.

If only there was a stronger sense of guilt within him to guide him away from you – if only the shadow behind him was weaker than this earthly attraction, so warm and sweet.

“Oh” – the two of you are walking down the street now, after Hobi buys you the flowers you were looking at – “thank you. What do you do? I didn’t think to ask you the other day.” Not like he could’ve answered with his mouth shoved onto your cunt and his tongue sucking on your clit.

Not the time to recall that, Jung Hoseok.

“I, er— lead a counselling office?” he answers. “I’m a psychologist – and a part-time dancer when there’s music playing,” Hobi adds as a joke.

You smile brightly at him. “Wow, that really suits you! You were a born leader back in the day.”

Since neither of you has anything to do at the moment, you decide to take a walk along the Hangang riverbank. It’s quiet across this trail, not so known or crowded as the others.

“So, did your ex show signs of life again or…?”

Not that he doesn’t already know the answer, but it’ll be nice to hear it from your very own lips.

You chuckle. “No, he is officially water under the bridge. I’ve been a single woman since that night at the club.”

“That’s good,” he blurts out without thinking, and you smile again.

“Yeah” – your voice sounds soft, Hoseok wants to hear it again calling his name – “that’s good… Wanna do something today? We could grab some take-out and watch a movie at my place or something.”

Oh. You, Hobi, a decently sized bed, and a box of condoms, probably. Is that what you’re offering, or is he thinking too far ahead? Whatever the answer is, it’s going to split his conscience in two.

“Like a date?” He watches you nod gently. Please, Hoseok, shut up. Don’t say it. “I’d love that.”

That evening, after you order dinner and start a boringly cheesy movie about a girl and her roommate’s dog walker falling in love, you end up riding him on your couch. He is so sensitive, you love it; love the way he reacts to your touch like it’s the best thing in the world, love the way he’s so vocal about it.

That evening is the first evening of many trysts. The way he whimpers at your touch, you can’t keep your hands off him.

It was inevitable, Hobi knew it’d happen – the shadow behind him is growing.

But he doesn’t regret it a bit when you’re in his arms, or when he’s in yours. You’re his everything now, his world. The scars on his back, always hidden under his shirt, sting and ache to be caressed.

“O-oh fuck,” he groans against your jaw.

Here you are again, halfway into summer. You have Hoseok pinned against your fridge, and the chill feels nice against him, although in no way better than your hands splayed across his chest, bare in the middle of his unbuttoned shirt.

“Does it feel good?” you ask with a smirk as you press your knee between his legs. “I asked you a question—”

“Y-yes! So good.”

Barely touching his lips, you breathed his air, eyes darkening with lust. “How about we move to the bedroom, baby?”

“It’s—” Hoseok feels your hands stroke his sides, the touch unfamiliar and excitingly dangerous, defiant to his diligence. “I-it’s too hot in your room, can’t we just stay here?”

“Of course it’s hot, you never take off your shirt.”

And you don’t mean it as a reproach, but he soon feels the guilt fizz in his stomach, and it hurts so much to lie to you. Hobi only wants you to hold him, kiss his lips, whisper to his ear how much love him and want him; that’s all he wants – for you to caress his scars with your loving fingertips.

Your eyes pop open when he pulls away from you and starts sliding his sleeves down his arms and pulls the neck over his head. “I mean— there’s no need to do that if you’re not comfortable, you know.”

“I want you,” Hobi pants against your lips – the feeling of being bare in front of you excites him as the goosebumps rise on his skin, “to see me— all of me.”

He just loves the thought of being completely naked in front of you. Maybe it’s just the way you knead his flesh, kiss his body, or stroke his skin, but it makes him feel so loved, like there’s honey bubbling up his throat and he’s allowed to drink it all.

“Just— don’t touch my back, please.”

Even if he’s dying for you to do it, to rake your nails across his shoulder blades and dig your fingers into his back – he must hold on and resist the temptation if he wants to keep his secret.

You nod softly and run your tongue over his lips, seeking a kiss. With a smile, Hobi lets you bite his bottom lip into your mouth and suck on his tongue, making him buck his hips against your knee with a whimper.

“How does going to the bedroom sound now?” you ask him with a playful grin.

Still kissing – practically fucking his mouth with your tongue with barely any concern about the lack of air tightening your throats – you stumble into the room. Hoseok’s arms are hooked around your waist in search of some balance, but you end up breaking the kiss to throw him onto your bed and straddle his lap.

It’s the first time you can take a proper look at his naked body, you think as Hobi takes off his trousers on command. He feels your eyes all over him.

His cock springs free, hard and red and oh so wet with precum.

The first time you had sex, Hoseok was a bit shy; you had to encourage him to touch you, to make those sounds you love so dearly, to let his body express freely all the coiling tension clogged up in his veins, in his throat, in his brain.

But now he arcs into your touch, he’ll protest with a loud whine if you’re not touching him where he wants you to, twist his wrists as he fantasises about you tying them up and using his body.

There are no restraints left in Hoseok – not when you’re looking at him with so much love as you take off your underwear and sits back onto his lap.

“What a baby,” you mutter, clicking your tongue while you splay your hands across his chest. “Have you no shame at all? Want me to spoil you but won’t behave for dear life…”

Oh, he loves it so much. You always do the contrary of what his mouth says, which is usually a denial of what his body is asking for; if Hobi whines and says he wants to come already, you’ll edge him and deny him until he’s on the verge of tears and grazing at an orgasm that’s even more intense than what he can fathom.

His body belongs to you, his soul now belongs to you, his entire being belongs to you. He’s cut off and served on a plate for your delight, you just have to take him.

When you slide your panties down your legs, you rustle the fabric in your hand and shove it inside his mouth, shutting him up as he’s about to whine again. Hobi bucks his hips into you, and the wet heat of your entrance brushes against his length.

“It’s not like you were using your words before either, so you’re not missing much.”

As a trickle of drool runs down his chin, you chuckle again and stroke his cheeks with both of your hands. Hobi leans into your touch without looking away, hoping that way he’ll finally make you fuck him.

“You’ve been hard for so long, baby,” you coo. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” He nods franticly, heat creeping up his cheeks. His cock is aching against your folds, so close but still not buried deep inside of you. “What was that?” you ask, mocking the muffled sounds coming from him. “You don’t wanna fuck me? That’s a shame…”

Hoseok whimpers again, pressing his tongue against the wet patch on your underwear. It smells just like you, tastes so good. “Huh, mf, ph—”

“Hands up, grab the headboard and don’t let go.”

You don’t tie him up, but now that he’s splayed on your mattress, you bend down and leave a trail of kisses down to his belly, nibbling the skin and leaving love bites that’ll later bloom into beautiful marks. He sucks in a sharp breath, you’re so close to his cock.

Your teeth sink into his ribs, and Hobi responds to the touch gripping the bars of the headboard. Judging by how sensitive he is to your ministrations, you must’ve worked him up enough.

“Enough teasing for today?” you ask him, fingers sneaking into his mouth to press the fabric on his tongue again. “Behave and I’ll let you come inside me. Can you taste me on my panties, baby? Can you smell it, how wet you’ve made me?”

Hobi nods again, and you finally take out the underwear before you lean in for a kiss.

Without pulling away too far from him, you dip your tongue into his jawline and settle on top of him. The crown of his cock brushes your clit, making you sigh against his ear. Whether it’s the tickling sensation or how close he is to being buried in your soaking cunt, he twitches against you, pressing a muffled whine on your lips.

Gripping his cock, you align it with your entrance and push down onto him as it slides in inch by inch. Hoseok isn’t exactly huge, but his dick fits perfectly in your walls, stretches you out so well.

“G-god, Hobi, I love your cock,” you groan against his lips.

He only replies with another huff – you feel so good around him, so hot and wet, hugging his length just right.

Your hips roll down onto him, and Hoseok twitches instantly. His body is laying on the bed, hands still gripping the headboard, so you take your chance and bend down over him. As he tries to push against your thrusts, you suck the skin of his neck into your mouth, holding your weight on your arms on both sides of his head.

Hobi begs you to let him sit up so you can put your hands around his neck, and you tighten your legs’ grip around his hips to hold steady. One thrust down against him rubs your clit against his pubic bone and has you clenching around him.

“Fucking Christ—” The words burn in his throat, painful to utter. “So good, fuck—”

You do it again with what little strength your thighs have left. The jolt of pleasure that spreads through your body makes your walls flutter around his cock, and this time your hands travel to his back in a reflex. The skin feels coarse under your fingertips, wrinkled and hardened.

His hips roll up into you instinctively, and his cock twitches. “N-no, don’t— don’t touch there.”

“Sorry—”

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Hobi pants then.

Did he like that? He has moaned, though; why would he tell you not to touch his back if it feels good? What is it about it that he won’t tell you?

But you respect his wishes and move away from his back, although a bit puzzled at his self-contradictory words. His gaze pierces yours, his darkened eyes are glowing. You lower your head to kiss him deeply on the lips. Your clit brushes against his pubic bone as you kiss his neck, tracing the outline of his jaw with the tip of your tongue. It’s building up; you’re not going to take much longer.

“Fuck, Hobi,” you moan, nibbling his earlobe. “I’m going to come, baby. Are you close?”

He can’t, he can’t – he shouldn’t. Why is he incapable of shutting up the voice in his head that is begging him to let you stroke his back? You’ll find out; there’s no plausible excuse for the marks his now gone wings have left on his skin.

You feel him press his lips against your ear. “Touch— my back, please.”

“Are you sure?”

Working thigh muscles, you keep bouncing up and down, his cock bumping into your cervix each time, massaging your walls, and twitching inside of you. It feels so good, you want to give him the same pleasure – and if he wants you to stroke the flesh of his back, that’s what you will do.

“F-fuck! God, I’m— I’m close!” he cries as soon as your palms land on his shoulder blades. You feel the coarse skin. “Harder! Harder, please!”

You pull your hips down harder. The friction of his cock against your sensitive spots is too much, and the knot in the pit of your stomach grows bigger, building the pleasure, pushing you closer.

Even if the curiosity is strong, you keep your eyes closed when you nuzzle his neck, sinking your face in the hollow of his throat and smelling his fresh aroma. Your touch is so gentle in contrast to the merciless tempo of your hips. You’re going to be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it.

But it’s weird, where the scars are located. Two on each shoulder blade, they are quite far apart from each other, wide and long, slightly sunken into the skin as if a part of him had been torn away.

“Hoseok— what is this?”

You can’t help giving in to curiosity.

Hobi peels his eyes open and notices you staring at his back. “Y/N, I— I was planning to tell you, I swear,” he groans against your neck, “but I don’t think there’s any going back now. Don’t get mad, I—”

“What are you even talking about? Tell me what?”

You try to reach his head, rake your fingers through his hair, calm him down. Hoseok is so nervous underneath you that it makes your heart shrink in your chest.

But he pulls away. “I’m not human. I-I don’t really know what I am anymore.” Your frown sinks deeper into your forehead, and Hobi licks his lips. “I’m not a human. I’m— I was an angel, your guardian angel. Here I had my wings before I ripped them off.”

“Yeah, sure,” you snort. “And I’m Mariah Carey.”

And then he tells you everything. How he watched over you all these years, since you were born; how he was there for you, even if you couldn’t see him – how he decided to step in into your life to keep you away from a miserable future and how you made him fall with your touch and your love.

“So… you’re either a very premature stalker or what you’re saying is—”

Hobi grips your arm and brings it to his lips, softly kissing the skin of your wrist. “I’d never hurt you. The night we met, when you were supposed to come back to your ex; after I should’ve vanished from your life – that night I fell in love with you.”

“You cut off your wings… for me?” you finally ask. Your heart is beating so fast in your chest, it’s pounding and trying to rip it open. “So you could be with me?”

“Yeah,” he breaths out.

“Why didn’t you tell me, show up like an apparition?”

“You’re not supposed to know.” Hoseok hugs your waist, melting into your warmth, his eyes still closed. “Humans are not supposed to know about us. Y/N, what we did, it was— I sinned that night—”

But you don’t listen; instead, you grip his wrists and pin him down on the bed. It isn’t clear if what’s running through your veins is just blood or pure ecstasy, but it’s bubbling up in the pit of your stomach, it prickles your skin with lust for him. Hobi slides inside your cunt easily and whimpers both in surprise and pleasure.

“You sinned?” Your breath tickles his ear when you bend down to suck the skin of his neck into your mouth. “Is that so? You wicked little thing.”

He’s a creature of heaven, and yet here he is, panting and shivering in your embrace, pushing against your thrusts. Hobi is an angel, made of purity, and yet he is, tilting up his pelvis to help you ride him and rub his cock in the right spots.

You’re throbbing, it won’t take you long to come, so you grab his hand and show him how to rub your swollen clit with his thumb.

“F-fuck, I’m close,” you pant, hands gripping at his sides to hold you steady.

Hoseok moans. You’re clenching around him harder, and his cock throbs. “Me too— me too! Oh fuck, there, right there, fucking— fucking Christ!” he hisses when you chuckle and sink your teeth under his jaw. You can feel his dick twitching hot and heavy inside of you. “Let me come, please, please—”

Your lips peck the reddening mark on his neck to sooth the sting.

“So damn fussy. Does that mean only I have touched your angel virgin cock? Huh? That’s what got you so hot and bothered, Hobi? You couldn’t resist the feeling of a soft hand, or my wet mouth, or my cunt, could you?”

“P-please.” His voice is shredded, dry. You’re positive that just talking hurts, he’s too turned on and edged to gulp down all the lust in his eyes. “Please, I can’t.”

Your thumb flicks at your clit, where his’ used to work, and you thrust down onto him deeper, chasing your climax. It’s almost there, you’re almost there. Just a bit deeper, a bit faster, the tip of his cock bumps against your cervix – and you’re finally convulsing over him, walls spasming and clenching around him with his name on your lips.

“Fuck, Hobi, just like that! S-so good!” you groan while you keep the pace of your thrusts to ride out your orgasm.

He arcs his back into you, seeking friction. His cock bops out and into your slit, your walls press his sensitive tip, he’s throbbing inside of you with strangled noises and choked pleas for you to let him come.

The tension in the pit of his stomach snaps, and Hoseok comes undone under your body and the relentless mercy of your hips shoving his cock in and out of you.

“God, yes, f-fuck!” he cries out.

Some of his cum starts to leak out down your inner thighs as the both of you try and get back your breaths. When you cup his face, he leans into your touch and pulls you towards him, feeling the sudden need to kiss you all over and have you kiss him back.

You stay in each other’s arms for a while. Hobi isn’t sure what he is now, what he’s given up and abandoned at the gates of heaven – but he’s certain that he’s won an earthly paradise with you.

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[astaroth1357]

Hi there, congrats for the 1500 subs. How about the bros reaction to an MC who's an empath?

Brothers with an MC Who is an Empath

This should not have been as hard as it was but maaan, my brain just wasn’t working. Finally got it done though!

Intro:

An Empath is essentially someone who is highly sensitive to outside stimuli like sounds, personalities, energies, emotions, or just hectic/chaotic environments. They tend to absorb the emotions of others into themselves because of this. Though their sensitivity can grant deeper understanding for others, it comes at the price of the Empath’s own emotional and physical health if not given enough time to decompress which can lead to feeling drained, irritable, depressed, or overwhelmed.

Lucifer

Oh boy, if there was ever any demon not in tune to his own emotions…

He started out legitimately not knowing what an "empath" was and frankly he didn't care to know. His main concern was just keeping the MC alive.

Though that didn't seem to be too hard because they apparently get tired quickly… or at least they had to take extended periods away from most of his brothers.

He wasn't sure why, he first assumed it was because they found his brothers annoying but that didn't seem to be the case either...

He'd see them grinning with Mammon after a jackpot, relaxing with Satan in silence, and even crying with Levi over things so niche and pointless he couldn’t imagine that they actually cared...

It wasn’t too long until they set their sights on him. 

They always seemed to know when he was stressed or when he needed to talk to someone. He'd even be embarrassed to admit there were days when he’d just hover somewhat close to them, face more or less slathered with "I really need to talk right now" but too proud to make the first move.

After some time, he decided to look up what an empath was again and it all clicked into place. They probably knew when he was tired because they could just sense it off of him.

And who knows how exhausting that must be for them...

After that little revelation he actually started paying more attention to his own health to keep it from spilling over to them, but he would still go to them to talk from time to time. He honestly never expected a human to become his closest confidant.

Mammon

Mammon has BIG energy. He’s one of those personalities that just brightens a room he walks in but damn… if he’s not a little exhausting to be around sometimes…

Truthfully, he was kind of into their whole “I know how you feel so you don’t have to say it” vibe though it was really confusing to start with...

On the one hand, they never made fun of him for his sensitive side. Not once. And they seemed pick up on the days where he wasn't feeling his best as well, which only made him happy and want spend more time with them.

But on the other hand, he'd be lying if he said that their need to recharge away from him didn't catch him off guard a lot... Hell, for the first few weeks of getting to know the MC he thought they didn't like him at all!

It took the MC sitting him down and explaining to him that they're more sensitive to things like lights, sounds, and emotions for him to kind of get the picture. It wasn’t that they didn’t like him, they just needed to be somewhere calm.

Cue a lot of “Okay human, I’ll be calm. Promise! Ya won’t even now I’m here!” in a well meaning, but pretty loud voice and not getting much better from there, bless his heart...

Even after he eventually gets the picture and stops hanging off of their leg, it does bum him out to be separated for however long it takes for them to get better (at worst, it can be days).

But he really gets excited like a puppy whenever they finally come back again! Big grins and lots of hugs (good luck peeling him off now).

Levi

Levi is... best taken in short bursts.

Though his personality isn’t big like Mammon’s, he does have a lot of lingering negativity around him. Not exactly his fault, being Envy and all, but not great for someone who’s sensitive to emotions.

In truth, Levi genuinely loves being around the MC because they “get” him even if they don��t get what’s happening.

While his brothers may roll their eyes or struggle to understand how he can put so much emotional investment into an anime or a character, the MC would always seem to feel and respect that his emotions were genuine and let him experience them without question.

… But at the same time, that sensitivity meant that they got carried in with him through his every emotion, good, bad, or somewhat erratic depending on the situation… 

Add to that his higher than usual need for validation, investment, and feedback due to his insecurity and unfortunately he’s easily the most emotionally draining person in the House...

It took some time to explain to Levi what an empath was and that their desired space wasn’t because there was something wrong with him or anything, they just needed breaks. Thankfully, being an introvert himself meant that Levi understood this a lot quicker than Mammon.

In truth, being with Levi could be fun and rewarding for both parties. During his high points, his happiness truly does shine like no other, just… don’t overdo it.

Satan

In the beginning, Satan was honestly pretty impressed how quickly the exchange student saw through his fake smiles. They’d know that there was no actual joy behind them and thus avoided him for the most part.

This was before they formed their pact so he was perfectly fine with that. Let them hide, that’s the smart idea.

But after getting to know them and going through the body-switch, he started to see that it was deeper than just some good intuition on their part. Something about them… reflected the people around them...

They appeared to be acutely aware of the emotion in a given person or a given room and reacted like they were soaking in the atmosphere they found themselves in. Taking it into themselves…

It truly confused him.

Satan is the picture of emotional control, it’s been taught to him again and again to always keep a good handle on himself because things go flying when he doesn’t. The idea of being so open to others just didn’t make much sense to him… 

Why would anyone want to live so dependent on the emotions of others? It sounded chaotic just to hear about it...

But after he opened up to them about his own inner doubts he started to think it wasn’t such a bad thing. They appeared to be equipped to help him navigate his own emotions, especially the new ones he didn’t have the best grasp on yet.

He later did his own research into human emotions, discovered empaths, and that put it all into perspective. Like Lucifer, he did his best not to overwhelm them after that but there was little worry about that anyway. Satan is, again, emotional control at its finest.

Asmodeus

Oh, Asmo picked up on their human’s little quirk relatively quickly compared to his brothers. Being emotionally observant is just part of what makes him so good at what he does.

Honestly, he enjoyed just watching them from afar… Watching the way their eyes lit up when talking to a cheerful Simeon or how huffy and frustrated they’d get along with Mammon when things weren’t going his way. It was cute to him, like a child playing “Pretend.”

Eventually, though, he started to notice that it went a lot deeper than mere imitation...

One day, Levi came home distraught about the tragic death of some voice actor he fancied and the MC was right along with him, crying as if that loss was theirs...

On another, Satan had spent the whole day silently fuming and the MC was a complete wreck, tense and on-edge for no other reason than the feeling of aggression in the air…

And crowds… crowded rooms seemed to be the death of them. So much noise and constant input, they’d have to leave so quickly…

Asmo saw all these things himself, without having to be told, and he became a refuge for them when things became too much. He has a big personality himself, but he could tone it down for a time and offer them a place away for a while.

If school, parties, or the brothers themselves just became too much, the MC could always go to Asmo’s room to vent like they let everybody else to with them. He’d keep the place quiet and calm and just help them sort things out...

Thank their father for Asmo’s observance.

Beelzebub

Legit the calmest, sweetest, nicest person to be around. Truly the best companion for an empathic MC to have.

Beel’s personality is positive, sweet, and (most importantly) stable. He’s not too bombastic nor too withdrawn, he’s not riddled with hidden stress or self-loathing, and he’s not even manipulative in any way, he’s just… Beel.

Am I saying that Beel is the MC’s emotional support demon? Yes. Yes I am.

Being around Beel is like hooking them up to a walking battery recharging station. Something about him just exudes warmth and comfort… They could be wrapped up in his arms for days and never say a word yet still be perfectly content...

Beel doesn't really mind them coming to him when distressed either because he likes being able to help them when they’re feeling drained. It makes him feel kind of special, they don’t seem to go to anyone else in quite the same way.

Usually, one of his brothers will be in a bad mood and the human will flock to Beel like a protective barrier. They'll hug him or trail along behind him like a lost puppy, which he thinks is very cute.

If they’re feeling really out of it, he’d carry them around on his back while they rest like he does for Belphie sometimes. Any time his brothers try to get too close to them or look like they’re going to bother them, he’ll just carry them away to some place quieter.

Though, the MC did pick up the deep sadness he felt for Lilith and Belphie (while he was gone) from time to time.... Which, considering how kind and comforting he usually is, just makes that dip in mood all the more painful and distressing for them. Poor baby… 

Belphegor

Belphie is another calm personality to have around, kind of similar to Beel, but since he's more prone to sadness and irritability he doesn't make the best companion…

If Beel is comfort, then Belphie is repose. Relaxed and peaceful, but also languid and sluggish… When Beel isn't around, then he makes a decent second, but only on good days.

Belphie has a mixed opinion on their uncanny ability to pick up on his feelings… He tries his best to be “mysterious” so having someone who can read him like a book gets under his skin just a little…

But he also really likes how much it helps them get to know him and understand where he’s coming from (being the youngest, he isn’t as used to being heard by anybody other than Beel). So, he’s very conflicted…

It didn’t help at all when it came to light that the MC could legitimately tell that he felt very hostile and angry towards them while he was still in the attic. When he asked why they helped him anyway, they told him so that they could make Beel happy again, regardless of how he felt about them which... ouch...

As if he could feel any worse about that particular incident… They could feel how guilty he was about that… right?

Even if they can’t he makes sure that they know that he’s sorry and he won’t do it again. Probably the lil’shit.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[asmo-ds]

I've seen alot of headcanons about Simeon turning into a demon, but how would everyone react if Luke managed to turn himself into a demon 🤔 Like maybe he didn't amount up to Celestial Standards (I headcanon the Celestial realm is kinda weird due to the events of the anelic event) and then he made some type of minor violation and they kicked him out of heaven to avoid the possibility of him growing up to be undesirable in the Celestial Realm

When a Child Falls

Luke-centric ANGST & FLUFF

Warnings: Pain, falling from heaven, Luke hurting :(

Summary: After failing to live up to the standards of his superiors Luke is kicked out of the Celestial Realm and becomes a demon. Luckily for him the exchange program had given him so many new and old friends who wanted nothing but to help the poor child despite any bitter past they may have had with him

a/n: i was gonna do headcanons but then i was like what if i make a whole one shot about him falling and everyone helping him adjust to his new life and uh yea <3

Also this didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to but demon brothers comforting a fallen Luke >>>>>>>

He tugged on his own arm, begging for the elder angel to release him and give him a second chance, his once hopeful blue eyes filled with tears and terror. 

“Stop, I swear I just need more time, PLEASE!” Luke cried, punching the elder’s arm and attempting to pry his wrinkly hands from Luke’s small forearm. The elder yanked Luke’s arm harder, resulting in a distressed cry from the short blond.

Luke tried to steady his breathing as they approached the boundaries of the Celestial realm, where he was to be pushed off for his failure to earn his wings in a timely manner. The Celestial realm saw him as useless and decided they would be better off discarding a weak angel like himself.

“LET HIM GO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” Luke could hear Simeon’s breaking voice screaming at the elders who held him back from Luke to prevent any interference, “JUST LET ME SAY GOODBYE PLEASE,” he begged to which the elder finally agreed and the two embraced tightly. “Luke you listen to me, you get to the Devildom you go STRAIGHT to Lucifer, he helped his brothers and himself through his fall he can help you, please, trust him with at least getting you through the transition then you can hate them again or whatever you want, pl-”

“I get it, Simeon, I promise I won’t let you down,” Luke interrupted, tears falling from his eyes onto Simeon’s broad shoulders. 

“Times up. Luke come to the edge, stand here,” an elder guides him into position. 

Luke’s hearing starts ringing as his adrenaline kicks in, the fear of death and disappearing from existing overwhelming him. His breathing grew fast, and before he knew it, he felt a push and wind pounding against his skin as he fell, and fell, and fell, until he saw the Devildom soil and he tensed, preparing for the worst.

Instead of hitting the ground he hears a fwoosh and finds himself caught in strong arms.

“Luke! What happened, where is Simeon? A young angel like you shouldn’t be down here all al-” Lucifer starts questioning the angel, concerned to see the small boy falling from so high. He was interrupted by a cry of agony, Luke pushed away from Lucifer, doubling over and screaming as the pain began to set in.

Lucifer recognized the transition immediately and how badly it hurt his brothers, so he gently approached the young boy, who glared at him with teary pained eyes, and he murmured a spell, before darkness washed over Luke.

- 

His innocent blue eyes fluttered open, not recognizing his surroundings, he sat up quickly, wincing and hissing as his back was suddenly filled with unbearable pain. 

Oh that’s right, I fell. They pushed me and now…His eyes snap open, remembering the feeling of falling, but nothing that happened afterward.

“I have… to find… Lucifer..” Luke spoke to himself, taking short breaks between every few words to take a painful breath, feeling his ribcage expand and contract as his wheezing continued.

“I’ve already found you, Luke, you’re in one of the bedrooms of the Demon Lord’s Castle. Please lay back and take off your shirt, your back is bound to be in a lot of pain, this serum will help.” The blond flinches as Lucifer rises from a chair next to the bed where he laid. 

Luke raises his arms and let Lucifer take off the shirt before laying on his stomach.

He hears Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as he stares in horror at Luke’s back, where wings were starting to form, dark and mangled with feathers tangled and in need of a cleaning.

So like that, Lucifer kept Luke safe and took care of him whilst the other brothers prepared a room at the House of Lamentation for him to stay.

-

“Luke, I’ve brought you some tea and cake,” Barbatos walks into the bedroom carrying some snacks and drinks for the injured boy.

“Thank you Barbatos, I missed your cooking,” Luke smiles slightly before taking a big bite of cake and groaning. “Like, I really missed it-”

“Yes, Barbatos makes splendid food, which is why I keep him around!” Diavolo winks, nudging Barbatos with his elbow a bit.

“Actually sir, you only keep me around because no other demon has been able to keep up with your antics-”

“ANYWAY, Luke your wings look like they’re growing in nicely, and so do your horns,” Diavolo walks over to examine Luke’s new form. “You’ll probably be in a lot of pain for at least a few more days, but if you want to get situated into your new home we can let you go and just check in on you everyday.”

“Uh… I don’t want to intrude at the House of Lamentation, if it’s going to be any sort of burden to them-”

“Nonsense, my brothers and I are glad to take care of you and take you in, you experienced the same fate as us, albeit for different reasons, but still, we know your pain and we want to guide you so please, Luke, let us help you,” Lucifer places a reassuring hand on Luke’s shoulder as he says this.

“...Okay, BUT no calling me a chihuahua- GOT IT?!” Luke pokes Lucifer’s chest aggressively and earns a hearty chuckle from him.

“I agree not to call you a dog anymore,” Lucifer laughs out, “though I cannot speak for my brothers.”

-

“I can’t believe the chihuahua of all people got kicked out…” Mammon says, still in shock that the angel who had been so determined to make people smile just a year before during the exchange program had somehow managed to get himself thrown out of heaven.

“I remember when I almost didn’t earn my wings in time,” Asmodeus shudders at the memories of being threatened with exile and constantly pushing himself way too hard, “I got so many wrinkles from the stress.”

“Luke makes good food, I’m glad he’s staying with us.” Beel’s mouth was watering as he and Mammon moved a dresser, finally finishing getting Luke’s new room in order.

“Oi, try to be sympathetic when he gets here Beel. He may be a little annoying kid but he’s going through what we went through,” Mammon scolded his younger brother, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room as each and every one of them remembers the pain they were in as their bodies morphed into those of demons.

“God is such an asshole…” Belphegor mutters, getting extremely angry the more he thinks about it.

Luke had done nothing wrong, Lilith had done nothing wrong, so why? Why would he keep getting rid of the most determined of his angels over such insignificant things?

Suddenly all their phones go off with a text from Lucifer saying he and the boy would be arriving soon. They all gathered in the entrance hall, waiting for Luke to arrive. The front door creaked open, all of the brothers standing up straighter and nervous as Lucifer stepped through the entrance with Luke just behind him. 

The brothers all gasped quietly in shock at the state of Luke. He was pale and thin and the look of complete and utter despair in his formerly innocent eyes filling the room with a depressing atmosphere.

“H-hey there Fido- I mean- Luke, how’re you feeling?” Mammon tries to start up a welcoming conversation, getting a nasty look from Lucifer, who Luke was clinging to for dear life.

“Luke! As soon as you’re feeling able to, what do you say we bake something together?” Beel smiles sweetly, most of them getting nothing but nervous looks from Luke in response to their questions.

“I’m just going to help him get settled in. Satan you’re in charge of everything else around the house while I take care of Luke and my own paperwork.” Lucifer guides Luke up the stairs.

Satan rolls his eyes but mutters a small “fine,” before the two head upstairs to the attic, where they’d set up the room to look just like the dorm he stayed in at Purgatory Hall.

“Oh wow, it feels like I’m back in the exchange program,” Luke chuckles a little, clearly faking any sort of joy.

“Luke,” Lucifer kneels down, “you are one of my brothers now, you have nothing to fear, and Simeon will be able to visit at some point-” His attempt to ease Luke’s worries is interrupted by a loud sob.

“Don’t you get it?! Michael and Simeon will never look at me the same, ever again!” Luke wails, using his sleeves to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. “All I ever wanted was to impress them! To impress God and make humans happy and protect them! But now my natural instinct to hurt humans ruins any chance of me becoming the person I’d always thought I’d be!” Luke falls to his knees, sobbing and wheezing, his vision becoming blurry as a panic attack hits him like a truck. He can barely hear anything except for Lucifer calling out a name, and all he could make out was that it wasn’t his own name. A dark figure walks into the room and Luke hears muffled voices for a minute before he is suddenly extremely calm, his eyelids growing a bit heavy and he feels exhausted.

He then realizes someone was holding him and murmuring some sort of spell, causing him to panic once more, but this time he was perfectly aware and just jumped up ready to fight.

“Hey you dirty demon! Don’t use your dark magic on me or else I’ll-”

“Pfft hahaha,” Belphegor laughs hard, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “you still look like a chihuahua when you get annoyed!” Belphie teases and Luke blushes, before running at Belphie and tackling him, leading to a wrestling match on the floor as Lucifer stands by and watches the two of them closely, to ensure nobody got hurt under his watch. 

-

Dinner was the worst, to be honest. Luke had asked Lucifer if he could cook to say thanks for taking him in, but now he sat awkwardly and all of the brothers remained quiet, watching his every move and watching him like he was an injured little puppy.

“I-is the food not good?” Luke questions looking around nervously.

“AH- no its great Fido- LUKE, ah jeez I’m getting a headache this is so hard to adjust to,” Mammon slams his head on the table, earning a glare from Asmo and Satan who he sat between.

“Anyways, I know you’ve been to the Devildom before and don’t really need a tour BUT you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg, there are so many more places to go!” Asmo smiles widely at Luke, “So let’s go together soon, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ooooh Luke, you have to tell me what Celestial Realm video games are like, GAH I wish we had waited to start a war until after the invention of video games. Anyway I got a new one so I can show you a Devildom game and-”

“Shut yer trap Levi,” Mammon leans over the table to attempt to cover Levi’s mouth.

“But let the GREAT Mammon show ya all the best spots in town~”

“NO-no do not take the child Gambling, Mammon,” Asmo smacks him.

“Asmo for all we know you’re gonna scar him and take him to a strip club,” Belphegor smirks, knowing he just started a war.

“I WOULD NEVER, COME HERE YOU BRAT,” both of them in demon forms chasing each other around the house and screaming.

Suddenly everyone hears a child’s laughter and looks at the blond who had barely even smiled since arriving.

“We can try to do everything you guys want to show me,” Luke smiles. Everyone lets out a sigh of relief seeing that Luke was feeling more comfortable around them. “Um, question though… how do I go in and out of my… demon form?” 

“HAH that’s easy, just relax and let the GREAT Mammon teach ya!”

“Mammon, not yet. Luke, I will teach you, but we need to wait a bit longer or else the pain of transforming will be unbearable for you,” Lucifer looked down at the disappointed boy.

“Oh, ok.”

“Don’t look so gloomy Fid-LUKE JEEZ LOUISE- there's a lot the GREAT Mammon can teach ya in the mean time!” Mammon stands up with a cocky smile, hands on his hips. “Think of me as ya new master and you are my apprentice!”

“NO do not think of him like that he will make you do his dirty work,” Satan says, hitting Mammon in the stomach.

“Thank you,” Luke looks at Lucifer, “thank you for taking me in, I-I know we don’t have the best past and I was super rude towards demons during the exchange program but-but I’m trying to change for you guys! Thank you!” Luke bows his head, tears falling down his cheeks. The knowledge that he can never go back to the way he was bringing on more tears, but they didn’t mind. They’d been through the same process. So silently they all comforted him and welcomed him into their home with  open arms.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luke #obey me angst #obey me angst hc #obey me angels #om luke #om! swd #om! luke #obey me angst oneshot #obey me fluff #obey me fluff hc #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me oneshot #obey me imagines #sad obey me imagines #obey me imagine

[merakiui]

hello!!<3 can i request an angst scenario (it can have a happy ending it's up to you!!) childe x fem!reader where they are together for some time and she didn't know he's fatui (she hates them bc her parents were in debt and overall they ruined her life and he's too scared to tell her) but she finds out and wants to broke up?? THANK YOU

In which you discover Childe’s ties to the Fatui.

cw: angst, debt, small mention of depression as a result of debt, female reader note - I woke up and chose pain with this one. >:) it also got long;;; oops!

You hate the Fatui. And although that’s such a strong, hurtful word it's your true feelings. You’ve never experienced their wrath firsthand, but you have witnessed what it can do to people. Your sweet, loving parents, who took loans out of the bank in order to pay for repairs to their shop, were reduced to frightful messes at the mere mention of that harrowing F-word.

It’s horrible to see them in such a state, especially since a few agents had come by once and practically demanded the money. As a result of such a distasteful discussion, you refuse to go into any sort of monetary career: trader, merchant, and even a wandering saleswoman. You’ll find a way to make things right by getting a job that will bring in lots of riches for your poor parents. Then the Fatui will have no choice but to leave your family alone.

Your own funds have dried up, having gone into another Fatui agent’s gloved hands. You can’t even argue because you have an inkling as to what will happen when you finally run out of money to give. Ever since this entire debt charade, your parents have become hollow shells of their former selves: paranoid, depressed, and starved of the happiness that comes with being in a regular, debt-free family.

Childe tunes into your rant as if someone had just turned on the switch that designates his listening skills. The two of you are sitting on a lovely hilltop, watching the stars twinkle in and out of focus. Liyue Harbor can be seen from afar, glittering in warm colors of gold and red. If Childe remembers correctly, another festival should be right around the corner. He’ll have to take you when he finds time to slink away from his work.

Speaking of his work, he’s never actually told you about it. When you asked, he simply said it was a job that allowed him to travel. It sounded like a traveling merchant to you—perhaps even a fishmonger specializing in exotic types—considering he was seemingly loaded with Mora. It made you jealous that he was so well-off with his finances, but you couldn’t complain when he so readily emptied his pockets for your sake.

“And then that stupid agent shows up at our door right when I get home! It’s the worst timing ever. My parents were pretending to be out of the house and I showed up and ruined their plan.” A heavy sigh tumbles from your lips as you flop back onto the grass, where Childe fixes you with a lopsided, sympathetic grin. “I hate it. They’re not even themselves anymore. It’s like they lost all sense of life. I’m picking up as many commissions as I can, but it doesn’t even help. The Fatui just take it all faster than I can save it.”

“They’re the worst, aren’t they?”

“And the sky isn’t blue. Of course they’re the worst!” You inhale softly. “No use getting mad about something that already happened, though.”

“You’ll just give yourself more stress and you don’t need that.” He joins you on the plush grass, turning his head to look at you rather than up at the inky night sky. “I can help with your commissions, you know. I’ve been itching to smash some hilichurl camps.”

“I can handle it myself. It’s fine.” Only it’s not and you’ve started realizing that. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Funny. I was going to ask you something, too!”

“Oh. Uh...”

He chuckles, staring at you with blue eyes that don’t sparkle. “There’s this festival coming up and I wanted to take you. It’ll be just the two of us for one night. You can forget all about work and money—”

“What about you? You said your job has you traveling all over the place. That’s why we’ll rarely see each other in the future. Once you’re done here in Liyue, that is.” You move onto your side, holding yourself up on your elbow. “I don’t think it’ll work.”

“Well, my boss doesn’t have to know. It’ll be our tiny secret!”

You roll your eyes, smiling a little. Deep inside you’ve always felt like something was off about his story. For the past few months, he’s remained in Liyue and once you even caught him slipping into Northland Bank when you were running some errands. You hope he isn’t in a similar situation concerning debt and poverty. No, he wouldn’t need to be. He’s shown you just how many lavish things his funds can afford. Why would he be in debt if he has a stable job?

“Are you...doing something bad?”

You could’ve phrased that better, but it’s already out in the open now. Sheepishly, you avoid his befuddled stare, opting to watch the moon as its light becomes obscured behind a dark cloud. An airy chuckle escapes him, but he doesn’t say anything. His silence confirms your fears and it dawns upon you that he hasn’t been truthful this entire time.

“This mask.” It’s in your hands before he can stop you. You’re tapping at it with a finger, equal parts curious and apprehensive. You refuse to beat around the bush; your doubtful gaze catches his and it hardens at once. “You’re Fatui, aren’t you?”

He sits up calmly, holding out his hand. “That’s quite the accusation, my dear. Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“I’m not jumping to any conclusion. I’m right, aren’t I?” Now you’re sitting up, staggering to your feet to find some sort of leverage over him. He’s taller than you and far more powerful than he once let on. “Childe, why would—“

He sighs, lowering his hand out of defeat. “I suppose there’s no point avoiding it now. You were bound to find out one of these days.”

“One of these days? What? Like, when my family’s on the streets because the Fatui took our house?”

It hurts that he wasn’t honest and it hurts even more knowing that he has the power to help. He could’ve spent his time working out ways to get you out of debt, yet he decided to shower you in affection and useless trinkets! Trinkets that are only good for selling and receiving money to pay off the debt. You could cry; that’s how much it hurts. And when he makes no solid effort to comfort you, the tears begin to form.

“Of course not. I’d never let that happen!”

“Then why would you lie about it? Why not help me? Why can’t you just be honest? You always avoid questions you don’t want to answer and I hate it! I’ve been with you long enough to know that that mask is bad news. I was just waiting for you to confirm it, but you didn’t.”

You think it’s selfish for wanting his help—for wanting help from a Fatui agent, no less—but you’re too upset to care.

“(Name), you know that’s—“

“What else haven’t you told me? What else have you lied about? I don’t care if you’re trying to protect me. I’m already on a list. The Fatui still show up to my house and you just...let them. Why?”

“If I interfered, it would look bad in front of Her Majesty. You know I can’t go against her orders. I want to help you—I do. But...”

You’re fumbling for new words, at a complete loss with yourself. No matter how many questions you spout, he’ll evade them like they’re optional. And even if you want answers and honesty more than anything right now, you know he’ll fail to provide it. You shove the mask into his hands, shaking your head in disbelief. A swell of emotions overcome you: sadness, anger, and regret. You feel utterly betrayed. The sweet Childe, whom you once thought was your perfect match, is working for the Fatui—the people who have turned your life into misery.

And that’s probably not even the half of it.

“Let’s break up,” you say before he can spin another false tale. Another easy excuse to avoid this downfall. Childe stops short to stare at you in surprise and it’s weird to see that emotion scrawled across his face. He’s usually smooth and collected; he always knows what to say and how to act. Not this time, though. “It’s not going to work if we’re together while the Fatui are hounding my parents. And they wouldn’t approve of our relationship either.”

“Now, (Name), wait a moment. You’re not thinking straight. You’re just—” He struggles to find the correct words and in that small moment between foggy clarity and paralyzing uncertainty he plasters another plastic smile on. “Look. I know you’re upset, but I didn’t mean to lie to you. I was going to tell you eventually. Just had to find the right time to do it, you know?"

“I know. And that’s why we should go our separate ways.” Like Childe, you also put on a faux show, building up your walls as high and strong as his are. You don’t think you’ll last another minute in his presence, as you’re far too close to tears. “Thank you again for tonight. I’ll take my leave now.”

Rather than pain, it’s bitter when your lips fall upon his soft cheek. And the gesture stings harder than a slap on the wrist. 

The searing pain returns when you pull away and begin the descent from the hill as fast as your trembling legs will allow. You refuse to look back and fall into his arms in hopes that he’ll reassure you. The fact that he doesn’t chase after you—doesn’t even call out—stabs your conflicted heart and it’s more than enough confirmation. Childe isn’t exactly boyfriend material. He’s callous when it comes to a battle and he’s driven by his own ulterior motives. Surely this relationship was just a means of spending his extra time when he found himself bored and lacking a fight. Maybe he thought of his work when the two of you were on secretive dates. Maybe his heart was empty when the two of you were intimate. Maybe you were just the glue holding this crumbling bond together.

Childe remains on that hilltop, watching you disappear into the distance. And it’s then when realizes he’s lost you. The feeling is different from the battlefield and it’s far more real than when he’s snooping around as a Harbinger. You’re just a normal, good-natured citizen and he...ruined that part of you. With his ties to an enemy that has crushed your family. He’s partly, if not fully, responsible for what transpired just now and for the first time in a while real guilt gnaws at him. He’s left wondering why he did all of that—why he couldn’t just face your questions head-on.

It’s his fault, isn’t it?

On that windy hilltop, under the silent, disapproving darkness of the sky, he’s left to pick up the pieces of a fractured relationship. And it’s all because he couldn’t admit the truth to his precious girlfriend.

In a way, the Fatui have taken something from him, too, and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to patch it up with honeyed promises. 

Looks like we won’t be going to that festival anytime soon...

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scenario #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin impact ajax #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #childe #tartagila #ajax #i hope it was good!! #i wanted to capture childe's undesirable #personality traits in this #such as his tendency to lie smoothly #and avoid prying questions #tw: angst

[doctorbunny]

MILGRAM theory time: Haruka!

This isn't going to go super in depth (famous last words) but there's a few heavily debated parts of Haruka's MV I want to share my findings/thoughts on because I think this is my new special interest and during my quest to get best boy's song to 1 million views I have been looking over his first MV with a fine tooth comb so to speak.

Disclaimer: As the Jackalope said in the "This is the MILGRAM" trailer, we don't necessarily know everyone's crime from just the first video, its possible that a lot of things will be re-contextualized in the second MV, however I am not psychic or bilingual and thus will only be working with content released before August 20th 2021 and translated into English (which could cause some language/cultural details to be lost on me as translation is not a 1 to 1 process).

TW for discussions of ableism, child abuse, murder and animal death. Also this is really long so sorry to all the people that follow me for non-MILGRAM stuff

Firstly, I want to start on the topic of Haruka as a person. He is disabled. He does not have 'the mind of a child' (although he is 17, making him legally a minor in both North America and Japan). He is not just 'child-like'. And he is not mentally ill (well he might be, in the sense that many disabilities like Haruka's have strong comorbidities [where a person has two or more conditions but neither directly causes the other] with anxiety, depression and PTSD, but usually when I see people talk about him 'struggling with mental illness' they go on to refer to aspects of his disability). Sometimes on tumblr, people like myself, will see canonical traits written into a character and identify them as being traits associated with our disabilities/mental illness and headcanon them as such. Sometimes this even involves saying things like "It's basically canon!" Although we understand that these characters were probably not the result of a writer intending to write a disabled person. When I say that Haruka is being written as a person with a neurodevelopmental disability, I mean the writer intended to write a disabled character and wrote them in a way that they wanted the audience to pick up on. As an autistic person (which is one of many neurodevelopmental disorders and also something I probably didn't have to specify because who else would be writing an essay about a series they got into a few days ago at 11 o'clock at night) I really like how Haruka has been written so far. There's definitely some parts of him that have been exaggerated so abled normies can pick up on his disability (namely how his MV 's main motif is really child-like drawings) but the writers also included a lot of smaller details I appreciate like how it is noted he avoids eye contact when talking to other people and is depicted as nervously pulling at his sleeves in official artwork, or how he says he finds his prison uniform (which has tight straps) 'relaxing' and when he gets nervous/tense, he will dig his fingernails into the palm of his hands. (These last two potential being examples of 'self stimulation' [aka stimming] where a person seeks out specific sensory stimuli in order to help regulate their nervous system/emotions, in this case the tight uniform creates a comforting, secure feeling [you may have heard about some people preferring to sleep under weighted blankets for this reason] and digging nails into his palms sounds uncomfortable/painful but is done in an attempt to deal with a greater sensory discomfort caused by the situation/environment) I also appreciate the depth he is written with, he struggles to communicate verbally but in his MV and interactions with other inmates is shown to have insecurities, opinions and a consistent thought process (this is all basic character stuff but unfortunately not always present in disabled characters)

Also I want to add that (in terms of what we've been shown so far) Haruka did not kill anyone because of his disability/mental illness. Disabled people are not inherently more innocent than abled people. But there is no disability/mental illness where a symptom is that you kill people and real people have to live with the stigma when you speak carelessly and suggest things like "Haruka is the kind of mentally ill person who kills people as a cry for help" 🧂 (or at the very least real people have to read BS like that and cringe). TL;DR Haruka is less child-like and more onion-like (as in, he has layers) 🧅🧅🧅

Now is the actual theory stuff, oops:

Every prisoner in MILGRAM is supposed to have committed murder in some way, obviously considering Yuno just had an abortion (which i personally do not consider an act of murder) whilst Mu literally stabbed someone to death, this definition is stretched a bit. But it is not agreed upon yet who Haruka killed/how many people he killed or why he killed.

In his MV he is shown to have chased after his dog into a forest, seen something off-screen, then beaten something into a messy pulp with a rock. Some people think the dog is a red herring and that Haruka actually killed his mother/the girl from the fireworks show/his brother. I do not agree.

First: I believe Haruka when he says he doesn't have a brother. The MV literally starts by Haruka looking in the mirror and then switching between the him now

and a really similar looking younger child who just so happened to be a key feature of his memories (I don't have the vocabulary to explain it but its like cinematic parallels that establish this is the same person at different points of their life)

Its not impossible that this is Haruka's secret younger brother, but i think its unlikely. I saw someone saying they had to be different people because Haruka looks less happy than the child but like, most 17 year olds are less visibly happy than when they were 7 (or however old the child is meant to be). Life happens.

So when Haruka is shown pushing the child around and eventually strangling him, this isn't meant to be literal (homicide or suicide), but a representation of how conflicted Haruka feels about his younger self, who may have committed the murder (if you've ever been kept awake cringing at memories of something you said in the past and wishing you could go slap some sense into your former self, this is like that but 10 times more self loathing). The lyric "I am always repeating yesterday," implies he might think about this specific past event a lot.

Moving on, its pretty well accepted that Haruka's parents were abusive in some way and Haruka internalised a lot of it: he constantly apologises, he says in his interrogation questions that his one wish come true is that "[he] want[s] to be loved" and describes in his MV how when he couldn't find the words he was looking for ("you're unfair") one of his parents "would get angry at me and say “You’re hopeless.”". He seems to know its unfair but also still says he 'loves' his family, possibly mistakenly believing it is his fault, but also showing an awareness of his situation (and how his parents might behave).

Now, the MV is stylised in a way that makes certain details unclear, but there is one clear detail showing that Haruka's dog was killed

This is the first close up of Haruka and the dog. Haruka's mother is just out of frame supervising, but they look pretty happy. Notice how the puppy has a silvery chain for a collar. Somehow, this dog gets out of the house but only Haruka is shown chasing after it (whether his mother was searching elsewhere or didn't bother following her disabled son into the forest is unclear). Either way, young Haruka is now in the forest, unsupervised.

By the time he finds the dog, there is already blood, suggesting it was initally attacked by something else.

is this a sigh of relief from a boy whose finally found his beloved pet or a jealous weakling glad that nature took its course and he is finally free of that meddling mutt stealing all his mummy's attention? /j

I think this shock at the discovery that 'there is blood on his hands' could imply that rather than literally getting the blood from his dog, Haruka has seen his already injured dog and realises that if the dog got out because of him (he is previously shown to be aware his parents seem to blame him for everything) then he is the reason his dog is injured/dying and will be blamed for it. (this scene plays over the lyrics "It’s fine, though it’s really not It’s really fine, though I don’t really think so When I tried to understand it, You’ll make that disappointed face again" suggesting he is trying to avoid making his parents disappointed and letting the family pet escape into danger is something that could make them very disappointed)

now we get into rock murder (this is present-day Haruka implying that this is either: not how the scene really played out; the writers really wanting the audience to know that this was Haruka's doing and not someone else's; or this turns into a separate incident that happened much later [although note that the red sky and blue moon is the same as when young Haruka first appears at the start])

b the corpse is beyond mangled now, but its clearly the dog because the silver chain collar is still there, to the right of the body. (circled in red for your convenience :3)

My hypothesis is: Haruka didn't set out to kill his dog, but upon finding it injured (we don't know the severity aside from bleeding and also it not being able to run away from Haruka kneeling down above it w/ a big rock so it could range from treatable with a lot of vet help to already on death's door, TBH I don't think Haruka would know the difference) He knew he'd be blamed for this; made into a villain who let the poor puppy come to harm. He panicked and killed the dog out of some idea that it would make him the victim here (since he'd be found crying over a dog corpse, which might make a parent go comfort him rather than getting angry about what could've happened to the dog). This is over the lyrics: "I cried, I screamed I wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling I was in denial, I was in denial I just had to make sure I’ve become a victim, I’ve become a victim" (there's another theory that he was also jealous of the dog, which could work here too, since this is not some calculated plot; rather its a rash decision) This ties in with his Japanese song title (translated as Weakness) which is a play on a phrase sort of like "The strong eat, the weak do not" to become "The weak are eaten by society" or "The weak eat each other to survive" [once again I am reminding everyone this is based on second hand information from the youtube comments section (from users mitchki and Alphaistic) because I do not speak Japanese] This second meaning (The weak eat each other to survive) makes sense under the reading that Haruka killed his dog in order to 'survive' making his parents disappointed for the dog escaping.

Miscellaneous points:

We don't know where Haruka's necklace came from yet, it must be a gift since the most expensive thing he's ever bought was cotton candy. The younger child in the video isn't wearing it and neither is his mother or the girl in the purple dress.

Haruka's home seems quite big, at the start we can see a large flower garden outside the window and there's a forest in walking distance. This might suggest his family is quite wealthy

Haruka probably did go to school at some point as homeschooling is not a legally accepted as an alternative to public schools in Japan. (However it is estimated that up to 5000 families homeschool, this is uncommon) A lot (about 62%) of Japanese schools apparently have a 'special needs' classes and there are about 505 schools focused on educating intellectually disabled students (although I do not know which sort Haruka would've needed as whilst intellectual and development disabilities can be comorbid they aren't the same). Now, if children aged 7-14 don't go to school, their parents receive a fine, but its possible that if Haruka's parents are wealthy, they just paid it to avoid sending him to school. (This might imply they wanted to hide him or were generally ashamed of him in some way) However high school education (for students over 14) is not legally required and its likely that even if Haruka went to elementary/middle school, he hasn't been around people his own age in at least 3 years. As he seems quite lonely and glad that the other prisoners give him attention.

I don't think Haruka's parents are divorced and if they are, its not his father who left. Haruka mentions in the 30 questions that he thinks he disappointed his father. But still includes him as part of his family ("My father and mother and me"). A theory I've seen is that his father was disappointed by his son being disabled and left. but developmental disabilities (especially in non verbal and semi verbal children like Haruka) can be diagnosed before the age of 3, so I feel it is unlikely that Haruka would bring up his father if he left that early in Haruka's life

All MILGRAM prisoners have covered one of DECO*27's older vocaloid songs (DECO*27 is a well known producer who composes the music for MILGRAM) Haruka covered 'Two Breaths Walking' (https://youtu.be/puXLfVWrz2Q) which is about a boy's first relationship and how his mother's jealousy set him up for failure as the relationship becomes toxic (specifically it has some very funny out of context lines like "Whose breasts are you sucking on now?") so yeah, mommy issues: the song (Also: some people say in the song, the boy kills the girl at the end, but this isn't literal, TBW is the first of a trilogy of songs about the same relationship, it is followed by Android girl then Two Breaths Walking: Reloaded and the story resolves with the couple reuniting as adults and getting in the relationship again, although its not necessarily as abusive as before, its still implied to be codependant ending on the line 'We should live like oxygen tanks, sucking breathe from the words each of us exhale, until our last breathe')

In all seriousness, the scene where younger Haruka is walking through the city with his mother but it keeps repeating until older Haruka pulls the younger one away might indicate an attempt to focus the happier memories of his parents (since this is also over the lyrics "Why is it breaking? Tell me why? Please don’t change If I tried and couldn’t say it, You would get angry at me and say “You’re hopeless.”" which depict a worse scene) I think both his parents are still physically present but have become far more emotionally distant, not giving him as much attention, which exacerbates his loneliness from not having any friends his own age to talk to

And if one of his parents did leave? I think its likely his mother since she is shown disappearing out of his reach after the dog-incident (inferring she got angry/disappointed in Haruka anyway) This could also be where he got his necklace from: Its something his mother used to wear (although this is 100% a guess) and that's why its shown to be important to him

This one is just me, but i didn't realise until a rewatch that when Haruka is watching the younger him and the girl running together, the background has fireworks. Haruka mentions fireworks being a key memory to him so I wonder if this was one of the first/last times he got to make a friend...

On three separate occasions in the interrogation, Haruka mentions not liking animals. Despite this, he is depicted as sleeping with a rabbit plush and on his birthday art (I'd include that too but tumblr only allows 10 pictures per post, so here's a link) he is standing next to a giant blueberry and strawberry cake with two bunny themed biscuits at the side. Through my experiences of seeing Japanese fandom art on pixiv, sometimes rabbits are used to insinuate a character is cute and timid in fanart.

Meaningless details: Haruka sleeps with his necklace on; he sleeps on a bed and not a futon; at first I thought he woke up holding his plush's hand but his hand is merely next to the toy; and considering the state of the pillow and blanket, I wonder if he moves a lot in his sleep or if the is just because in this case he seems to be waking up from a nightmare about the dog incident...

Final note: I've spent so many hours writing this I don't remember if i was building up to any big finale or not but I hope you enjoyed reading this! Feel free to add on in the comments/reblogs.

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Breaking down Hunter and Omega’s relationship: pt 4.

Hi everybody. My biggest apologies for the delay on this series over the past two weeks, I’ve had a lot of medical issues going on, alongside a big decision in my life I had to make before the end of September taking precedence. However, with a little more time on my hands and a new team of proof readers behind me, I’m hoping to be back on track soon enough! I hope you enjoy my analysis of ‘Cornered’, and please always feel free to reply/reblog/send an ask with your opinions and discussions! I love to hear and reply to them! 💛

(Pasted paragraphs: I would just like to add a disclaimer here. I am, in no way whatsoever, slating the other batchers for having differing relationships with Omega. I absolutely adore everything single one of the boys, and I think they all have wonderful and unique interrelations with her. Although I may point out these different approaches in comparison to Hunter’s, I am not stating these engages are wrong, just different is all!

I’m going to separate this into a little series- covering each episode in a separate post, which I’ll have tagged as the series progresses. Once I’ve tackled these two, as they’re my favourites, I’m going to move on to each individual Batcher and perhaps a few other dynamics such and Hunter and Crosshair, or Wrecker and Omega! Let me know what you guys would like to see!)

(Thank you to this weeks proof-reader: @very-depressing-waffel 💛)

Cornered: S1/E4

Although minimal, I absolutely love the small interaction between these two in the opening scene of this episode. While it would make sense for Hunter to take the chair, as he is navigating co-ordinates, instead he allows Omega to sit down and rest, the pure affection between them is particularly radiant in these moments. I’d also like to note that it is Hunter’s order to originally send them to Idaflor, where we can only assume he is heeding Cut’s previous advice given on the subject of ‘disappearing to start a new life’. By connotation, this essentially means Hunter was extremely ready to settle down with his brothers and both raise and protect his newly found little one. However this clearly becomes an evident concern of Hunter’s as Omega begins to whine, claiming she desperately wants to explore the galaxy instead of hiding away on an uninhabited planet. Although appreciating her enthusiasm, he insists they cannot risk it, not right now, showing he has all further plans to take her to see the universe whenever it may be safe to do so. Her safety has become his priority.

Also, another little mimic on Omega’s part is mentioned after Tech’s evaluates their situation- “Well, Pantora it is.” “Pantora it is :)”. This angel, she steals my heart.

Moving on slightly to the arrival of Pantora, Hunter’s civvies and Omega carrying his backpack for him, which is as big as her little torso might I add, makes the world spin. Notice too how her eyes never leave him for a moment, it’s a typical child trait when wanting to catch an adult’s attention for good behaviour. After Wrecker mentions the implications of sightseeing, which ultimately peaks Omega’s interest, Hunter is quick to diffuse the situation by insisting this is only a quick supply run. I strongly believe this is because although he intends to take Omega into the city with him, most likely recognising her desperation to explore, his main intention is to keep her safe and protected, I personally spy a compromise here. Finally, regarding this little interaction, when inviting Omega to join them, he calls her ‘Mega, ‘MEGA!!! Hunter is the first member of the batch to nickname her affectionately, and her little excited cheer in response says it all!

When strolling through the busy marketplace, I noticed that alongside drinking up all sights she can set her eyes on, Omega continues to perform the aforementioned ‘smile at parent because I am both well behaved and very excited’ technique, breaking away from her awestruck staring to give Hunter a cute grin, which he affectionately returns under the realisation that her purity and innocence has erupted through something as simple as a marketplace, another endearing trait his charge has displayed. I’d also like to shed light on the protective hand-on-shoulder movement Hunter uses after the squad of troopers pass by him, Omega, and Echo. His wary stare and protectiveness is an extreme diversion from his usual headstrong attitude, which we know is correlated to his need to protect his charge. (Hand-on-shoulder, AGAIN. Comforting Dad alert!!)

When offering to trade with the Gran merchant, I noticed that whenever Omega picked up a new item to inspect or show off to Echo, Hunter glances over his shoulder to observe her. I have reason to believe he might not only be watching her explore, but keeping an eye on her after the incident on Cut’s farm. I can practically see Suu’s words of advice ringing in his ears, and he wants to make sure she stays out of trouble. And after she does inevitably knock something over, although he scowls a little in her direction (as any parent would), Hunter swiftly turns his look of annoyance towards the Gran as he begins to scold Omega, once again showing his protectiveness in her regard, and in all honesty, he has every right to respond this way, we’ve already established this salesman is stubborn and conceited.

The entire plot of this episode is centred around Omega’s inevitable separation from Hunter and Echo as she ends up running off to chase a voorpak, who has stolen her new doll. We cannot fault Omega for her behaviour, it was a little juvenile at most, but we must take into account this would be her first time in such a situation, and she has never been taught otherwise. Hunter’s immediate faltering smile as he realises Omega is missing is honestly gut wrenching. He has just received 3,000 credits, a hefty sum for what they’re in need of, and now he’s lost his ward, and the pain and concern is fully mirrored through his halting eyes.

I’m moving ahead slightly to add a little character-action comparison! Now, this may just be me nitpicking, and I mean no hate to Fennec Shand (I actually ADORE her), but did anybody else notice the difference between her hold on Omega and how Hunter holds her? Fennec’s fingers lay beneath the nape of Omega’s neck, almost curling into her tunic’s collar, and so while it may seem protective, it actually holds very possessive and controlling connotations. Whereas when Hunter places a hand to Omega’s shoulder, his fingers are quite loose, and it only ever rests up her upper shoulder, allowing the girl freedom if she so much as wishes it. It’s extremely docile. Furthermore, I wanted to briefly comment on Hunter’s tenderness when retrieving Omega’s new doll, most likely using it to track her recent movement. His hold is very gentle, considering he is now clinging to the last piece of Omega he has contact with, and a noticeable shred of panic holds his upper body rigid for good measure. It’s very nicely animated.

Coming ahead swiftly to the brief ‘positive’ interaction between Omega and Fennec, I haven’t seen this mentioned before but I personally see the discussion concerning the need for protection when travelling the galaxy as a small nod to Omega’s newly found connection to the boys, and Hunter specifically. Omega insists it’s a good thing she has her ‘friends’. Noticeably, she is still very hesitant to label them as her brothers, as she most likely feels excluded to an extent (bearing in mind the boys were raised together with the exclusion of Echo, no matter her previous ties to them, Omega was always going to feel isolated to some extent), but not enough to deny she has an attachment to them, and vice versa. Hunter has already shown on multiple occasions (Kamino, Saleucami, the moon from episode 3) that he would do whatever it takes to protect her, but it’s nice to see Omega’s perspective on the newly found emotions too.

Finally, Hunter is able to catch up to both Omega and Fennec, and the sudden change in his demeanour and her aura of innocence is extremely present here. Hunter drops the worrisome parental act fairly quickly, and it’s replaced with the familiar soldier we all know and recognise, he needs to exhibit such strengths to assert the extent he is willing to go to protect Omega. Equally, upon realising Fennec doesn’t quite have her best interest at heart, Omega wastes no time jumping (recklessly) into action to save both herself and Hunter anymore trouble. Of course, being a weightless little girl, she isn’t able to do much, and Hunter ends up in a physical altercation with Shand, where he actually ends up taking his eyes off the assassin to address Omega directly, insisting she run. This not only shows just how much he cares about her, but how desperate he was to ensure her safety by putting himself at risk by not only getting into a fight, but exposing a vulnerability by taking his eyes off of her. (Her worried little face as she flees too, poor girl 😔)

(This point doesn’t have much to do with the relationship between these two, so feel free to skip over it if you want, but I did want to briefly comment on Omega’s timid exterior as she runs to Wrecker in the maintenance tunnels. It truly helps to perceive her genuine age and immaturity, the way she cowers into his neck and sits in his arms especially.)

After Tech informs Hunter of Omega’s current predicament involving the maintenance tower, it’s easily noticeable that when questioning Tech’s information, his voice mirrors the exact tone and edge it held when berating both the former and Echo after their ship was impounded in Saleucami. To me, this shows a clear connotation between the dire situations, and how quickly Hunter has taken to his new role in Omega’s life, and his job as her primary carer. Not to mention, she is literally hanging mid-traffic lane, and in desperate need of assistance. Alongside this, we see previously in this episode that not only was Hunter worried about attracting unwanted attention, after receiving such a thing and accidentally allowing Omega to hang in the balance (pun unintended), he actually steals somebody’s hoverbike in an attempt to rescue the little one, seeming to not care he is attracting even more unwanted attention. There is no hesitation on his end.

The look of absolutely HORROR that crosses this man’s face as Omega drops from the tower and just about hits the hovertruck below. We haven’t seen a look like that cross Hunter’s features since Crosshair’s ‘betrayal’, another indication to his immense worry for the newest member of his family. Equally, this is mirrored by Omega’s wide eyed, petrified stare as she momentarily watches Fennec shoot straight for Hunter’s bike, realising both she and the closest thing she has to a parent are still in serious peril. We need to take into account that this little girl has never experienced something this grim before, and the internal panic is evident for both herself, and Hunter especially.

This brings us down to the “HUNTER!!” comment from Omega as she dangles from the hovertruck. I personally believe her first initial thoughts were not to warn Hunter of the oncoming Shand, but instead a desperation to cry out for help from her guardian. This escalated as she notices Fennec approaching, and her eyes even widen as she calls out for Hunter to watch out, giving further evidence that her first thoughts might not have correlated to her eventual dialogue. It’s also important to note that despite her incredibly tragic situation, Omega is still much more worried about Hunter’s predicament than her own.

(Slightly unimportant, but I love the way Hunter leans in to take Omega in his arm before Shand knocks him out of the way. It’s very parental.)

I never noticed this before, but as Hunter catches Omega’s hand and hauls her onto the bike, he actually scans her over briefly to check for any injuries, before insisting she hold on tight. Notice how his voice isn’t scolding or harsh, he’s very calm despite the dire situation, doing his best to remain neutral for Omega’s sake, especially considering the day she’s had. It’s also important to note that this is further improvement from the situation on Saleucami, another example of their ever-growing relationship.

The WAVE of relief that rolls from Hunter’s entire demeanour as he places the backpack down in the Marauder cockpit, knowing he can finally rest now that Omega is safe, while simultaneously anticipating the flurry of issues about to storm their already hectic lives with a bounty hunter after the kid. His eyes are exhausted, his shoulders are only slightly slacked to insinuate his rough exterior, and yet he still does his absolute best to comfort Omega as she begins to get upset over the prior events and the unknown future.

And, finally, a small action but important nonetheless. I noticed that Omega’s eyes quiver slightly as she begins to get upset, and in her final moments on screen, they direct towards Hunter. This may seem unimportant, but it provides further evidence to the notion that she seeks him out for protection specifically. She’s upset and frightened, so she looks to him because he protects her. It is set up as if she’s about to toss herself into his arms, because she needs him right now.

I hope you liked my analysis of Hunter and Omega’s relationship in episode four of The Bad Batch! Of course, I’d love to discuss these two with anybody who might be interested, so please feel free to drop me an ask or a DM, and if you’re captivated enough I’d totally recommend looking out for my future posts on the topic!

As always, much love to our ‘Megs and Hunter, thank you for reading! 💛

Part One: Aftermath

Part Two: Cut and Run

Part Three: Replacements

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