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unholyhelbig · 4 months

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new oversight will be everything! i can’t wait!

Title: Work Life Balance [an Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: When reader gets hurt during a job, she starts to worry about how her girlfriend, the infamous mafia boss that controls the city, will react

[a/n: while this isn't a new chapter of Oversight (I am working on that), it is set in the same universe as the Oversight. It's based off of a Private Practice episode, and something a little lighter & silly. Enjoy!]

Warnings: Gun violence, blood, spit, threats, blood, hurt/comfort, No spell checks

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The metal bat had slammed against the side of your face with enough force to blind you momentarily in the right eye. It knocked the sense out of you too and your bearings were scrambled until that darkness started to ebb away into a blurry image of the alleyway.

There was a pungent scent in the air, rotted food in dark green trash bags that had been torn by tiny teeth, or elongated claws. Crumpled napkins and discarded soda cups littered the damp ground.

Before the man could swing the bat for a second time, you caught it half an inch from your face and shoved it away. He was disarmed and you were able to shove his back up against the wall, holding him there despite his squirming. His lip was split, the blood drying quickly from the bright red to a deep black.

“Come on, man.” You twisted your hand into the fabric of his shirt, bunching your fingers around his collar. “We fronted the product, so you have to front the cash.”

“Fuck off,”

He spit on you, a gummy mix of tobacco and sugar. There were a lot of things you could handle; the ringing in your ear, and the pain in your knuckles from the first four blows you threw. But spit was where you drew the line. It had bugged you since you were in fifth grade and Amy Sheldon dangled a long string of it inches from your nose before slurping it back up through the slit in her buck teeth.

“Alright,” you breathed out, making sure you kicked the fallen bat out of his reach. “You agree to push product on that little street racer of yours in exchange for twenty five percent of the cut. You get sloppy and sample the product and don’t have the cash to give to my boss?”

You lifted him from the brick and shoved him back down onto it with enough force to push the putrid breath from his lungs. “That doesn’t feel very fair, now, does it?”

He smiled at you with a laugh that rivaled a cackle. His teeth were orange with diluted blood. There was no getting through to him. Your free hand dipped into the side of your jacket. Over the last two years, you’d grown well accustomed to the feeling of a gun in your hand.

You pushed the tip of the gun under his chin into the soft spot of his skin. He stopped laughing, the sound getting stuck in his throat with a choking sound.

“Do you know what they call me?” You gritted.

“A raging bitch?”

You made a buzzing noise in the back of your throat, much like the signaling of a wrong answer on a game show. There was a soft click as you pulled the trigger of the gun. The man in your grasp tensed and hissed.

“Wrong. You know, at first, I just forgot to load my gun. Got me into some pretty hot water, scalding actually. But eventually it became a bit of a calling card. Roulette. I can pull the trigger as many times as I want, but only one will hit it’s mark.”

He swallowed hard, you felt it in the side of your hand. He was sweating and you were growing tired of the empty threats. Yelena wouldn’t approve of something like this, and you were sure Natasha wouldn’t have had a second thought about putting a mark between his eyebrows.

“Most men aren’t lucky more than twice,” You pulled the trigger again, met with another soft click. Of course, there were no bullets in the chamber; they rattled in your front pocket like your keys. “Three times at most.”

His voice cracked. “Please,”

There was a sharp scent in the air that rivaled that of trash. You were losing blood fast. It had streaked down the side of your face from a gash on your temple and crusted the collar of your shirt.

“You have a week to make up the difference. A week and I’ll be back with a gun that has more than one bullet in the chamber. Am I clear?”

“Yes, but-“

“Am I clear?”

He nodded aggressively and you sheathed your weapon, releasing him. His legs gave out and he sunk to the damp pavement. You picked up the weighted metal back, entirely content to take it with you. It would make your next encounter a hell of a lot easier.

It was impossible to sneak into the house without giving yourself away. Even if you were to park down the block, unlace your shoes and pad into the foyer barefoot, and leave the front door open a crack, you were at risk of creating a scene.

That didn’t mean that you couldn’t keep the injured side of your face away from Natasha for as long as possible. She would know that something was up, and despite her throwing you into this life in the first place, her heart broke when you were on the deep side of any injury.

You set the metal bat down with a bucket of black umbrellas and a bench that was mostly unused. There was a dull metal thump that aggravated the headache that was coming on. You attempted to sneak up the stairs, but the second your fingertips hit the mahogany handrail you were stopped by an irritated voice with a Russian lilt to it.

Yelena was sprawled out on the sofa, a book was face down on her chest, lifting and falling with each breath. She’d given up on it in favor of the warmth that Kate provided her. Kate’s head was on Yelena’s shoulder, her arms wrapped around her midsection. Yelena looked perfectly comfortable in between Kate’s legs, both of them were about ready to doze off and if you had waited an extra five minutes, maybe you would have gotten away with sneaking in.

“Did you get hit by a bus?” Kate asked.

You leaned against the entryway of the sitting room. “Ricky got a good hit in with a metal bat.”

“Oo, Natasha is going to be mad at you.” Yelena chuckled, taunting you like a child. You would have thrown a pillow at her if Kate wasn’t in the line of fire.

She was going to be mad at you for not using the buddy system that was proposed and certainly for not dodging the hit that was coming your way. Natasha hated when you got hurt and that sad look in her eyes was worse than whatever pain could be inflicted on you.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“It looks pretty bad.” Kate said.

You shot them both the middle finger before turning away and padding up the stairs towards your shared bedroom with Natasha. Most days, she was holed up in her office and you didn’t bother her until the ache for her touch, for her presence, bothered you both enough to cave.

That was most days.

Some days, Natasha could be found in your room in sweatpants with a laptop propped up on her crossed legs. She was dwarfed in the silk bedspread, her hair in a messy bun and a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose.

This was quite possibly your favorite look on Natasha, this quiet version of her. She’d let you hold her in this state instead of the other way around. You hated to break the mood, hated that she glanced up from her laptop not once, but twice.

Wordlessly, Natasha set her work aside and walked over to you. She cupped your face, her fingers cold against your cheeks. Her voice was soft and when she was angry enough, there was the slightest bit of a Russian inflection to her words. “What happened?”

“I… didn’t use the buddy system.”

“Mm, you didn’t use the buddy system.”

Her thumb moved against the black and blue wound against your eye. She pressed every so slightly, testing its durability. You winced, drawing in a breath through clenched teeth. It wasn’t bad, really, her touch soothed you just as quickly as it had bitten you with pain.

Natasha was good at taking care of you and she pulled you into the large master bathroom that the two of you shared. There was an abundance of white and beige. It was always a few degrees cooler than the rest of the house and offered a form of comfort as such.

There were nights where the two of you would simply brush your teeth shoulder to shoulder, and there were nights where she had her arms wrapped around you amongst the deep scent of lavender. Bubble hit her touch as her fingers roamed over the most intimate parts of you.

Now, she guided you to the edge of the sink and lifted you up in a fluid motion. She stood between your legs, making you feel even more like a child when Yelena had scolded you downstairs. Still, there was a degree of affection in her movements. Natasha frowned as she pulled a med kit from the bottom of the sink.

She tutted “Zaychik, this looks bad.”

“Image wise or the actual wound because-“You let out a small noise when she placed the frigid and stinging antiseptic against your face. It sent electric down your spine. “I didn’t know he had a bat.”

“A bat?”

“Right out of left field.”

Natasha’s frown deepened. This was supposed to be an easy job, and by all means, it was. You had accomplished your assignment of scaring up. You were sure he had released his bladder as he slid down the wall into a fetal position. Getting the money from a frightened man was going to be no problem.

Tonight was intended to be calm. You’d come home and shower and eat pizza and spend the entire night curled up in Natasha’s arms while she typed away on the computer. You’d listen to her breathing, her heartbeat.

Instead, she was roughly patching you up, buzzing with anger under her stare. “Why didn’t you take Clint?”

“Nat, I have a fantastic idea.”

“If it involves gutting that man alive and hanging him from a flagpole, then I am all in, darling.” Her words were light, distracted, as she wiped away a good portion of dried blood.

“What if we left things at the office, metaphorically speaking. What if we didn’t bring stuff like this home? Shut it all off.”

She pulled back far enough to stifle her floral scent. There was an adorable crease between her eyes. “My mind doesn’t work like that, Malysh. This home is my office and vice versa. Someone hurt you and that is my business. That is my work.”

“I know,” you said, tucking a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. She glowered under her thick-framed glasses. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the frown off her face. “I know, but sometimes I just want to be with you.”

“Huh,”

“Huh?”

“Huh.”

This wasn’t exactly a constructive conversation. You figured as much when she ripped a bandage out of its waxy packaging and slapped it onto the gash against your temple. You let out a disgruntled noise and she grasped your waist and maneuvered you back to the floor. Your legs had fallen asleep and you were a little unsteady.

Natasha flicked on the sink and started scrubbing her hands of your blood. “No sex,”

“What?” You blinked at her, scratching fruitlessly at the adhesive on the bandage. It was incredibly itchy.

Natasha dried her hands on the nearby towel, “You heard me, no sex.”

“You… You’re withholding sexual pleasure because of something that happened at work?”

“Not something that happened at work, your refusal to talk about it.”

“Natasha,” You nearly whined.

“No sex!” She huffed, pointing towards the exit of the room “Go sleep on the couch.”

You dropped your shoulders in defeat. You had been banned to the couch? Your girlfriend didn’t’ withhold most things and the two of you had a very healthy and active life. There wasn’t true anger behind her words, instead she was testing you. Watching you until you give in.

“Fine,” You huffed, crossing your arms “The couch sounds lovely.”

“Good,”

“Great.”

“Fine.”

You grabbed the fuzzy blanket at the base of the bed and started to stalk towards the door. You could feel Natasha staring at you, waiting for you to turn around and apologize but it wouldn’t happen. Not this time. You were setting boundaries and if that included…no sex… then that was fine. It was fine.

“Zaychik?”

You turned back to Natasha, one eyebrow lifted, “Yes?”

“Leave the blanket.”

She gave you a sugary sweet smile before settling back into her previous position, pulling her computer into her lap. Your jaw was agape, but you tossed the blanket at her nonetheless and stormed out of the room.

The nerve, the absolute nerve!

Natasha wasn’t particularly hard to have a conversation with, but work was nearly untouchable with her. You knew that. She knew that. You did as you were told and protected her and her assets at all costs.

When you got back downstairs you fixed yourself a sloppy peanut butter and jelly sandwich before sulking back into the living room and flopping down onto the recliner in the corner. Yelena had since fallen asleep, and Kate was reading the book while her eyes grew heavy.

“You got kicked out, huh?”

“Kicked out, banned from sex.” You waved the sandwich around in the air “doghouse.”

Kate scoffed “the Romanoff sisters aren’t always the most forthcoming, are they?”

She was looking lovingly at Yelena, stroking her hair as the smaller woman curled deeper into her, fingers clenching at Kate’s flannel and then releasing as she settled back into a comfortable sleep.

“They make it hard to love them, but the moments where the mask slips and they’re vulnerable. Moments like these make everything worth it. And despite everything, you know they care. They’ll always care.”

“Sometimes too much,” you took a large bite of your sandwich.

“No such thing.”

Yelena stirred in her arms, nose pressed against Kate’s pulse point. She clenched her eyes tighter, her next words mumbled “Kate Bishop, if you don’t stop talking you will be sleeping on the couch with y/n.”

“Doghouse,” You said with a long sigh.

“Mm,” Kate hummed, letting out a quiet whisper “Doghouse,”

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year

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Coconut (Obey Me!)

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You got a coconut and need help opening it. You decide to ask your favorite guy. Does he fail or succeed?

»Characters: Demon Bros + Dateables

»Tags: Shitpost, Humor, Mammon's At It Again, Levi Is My Fave

Lucifer:

"Hand it over."

He's heard of coconuts but never seen one up close

Gently tosses it in his hand for a feel

Hmph this will be easy

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Had to pull out the old worst cursed magic he could think of

It didn't work

The many cursed tools in the dungeons also didn't work

Sweating angry mess...how's it not open!?

Angrily chucks it through the wall

It knocked out a poor unsuspecting Levi

"I will get you literally anything else you desire that's not that."

Mammon:

"Why's it furry?"

"What do ya mean you're s'pose to eat it?"

He didn't understand why you wanted this thing but he wasn't going to let his human down

Got upset that his attempts did nothing, however he hatched an idea

Got a booth at the carnival

"Pay up and test ya strength! How tough are ya!? HEY YOU! YOU'RE NOT A WIMP ARE YA?"

After hundreds of tries from monsters and demons, the coconut finally split open

He brought it back to you (wearing new bling and all)

"The Great Mammon never disappoints! Also...can ya get me more of 'em?"

Levi:

"Wooaahh a coconut!? I've seen these in so many anime beach episodes!"

The otaku was excited you came to him for help!

He was going to get it open one way or another!

He tried for an hour before sending you off

"I'll come find you when I open it!"

It would be years before he returns

(You lived in the Devildom after the program)

He journeyed through the Devildom in search of knowledge for his quest

He developed surprising friendships, suffered painful losses, but also discovered a new meaning to life

He did eventually find a way to open the coconut

He came back home wizard style

"I bring you that of which you requested"

"Levi no one knew where you went, you were just gone! We were worried!"

"I got your coconut open though! Quest complete!"

He thought the hugs and kisses from you were worth it, the coconut must've meant a lot to you!

I love him so much yall

Satan:

"A coconut? I've only ever read about them. Bring it here."

Gave it a few curious knocks

This will be easy 2.0

Tried to peel it and saw it did nothing

Tried to karate chop it, still nothing

He chuckled and a black aura surrounded him

I see.

He tried punching it and then clawing at it for a while

There is no god, just nothingness

He lost his shit in demon form

His rampage destroyed a chunk of the house

Coconuts are no longer allowed at the House of Lamentation

Like you can't even say the word coconut

Asmo:

"What is that?"

He did not want to touch whatever that thing was

He saw the disappointed look in your face and changed his mind

He tried to break it open in half with his bare hands but it was futile

Why is this thing so tough?

He was not having it, he was going to open your precious coconut!

"MAMMON!"

He could only think of one other way

A grumbling Mammon appeared

"Just stand there a second will you?"

He knocked the coconut against his head (HEY!) and the coconut split open!

It did break one of his manicured nails though but he thought the happiness on your face was worth it

Beel:

"Did you bring more?" (You did)

Was excited to try a human world fruit

Tried to break it in half with his hands

Was surprised when it didn't...but no worries!

He briefly bared his fangs and gave a sharp bite

It made a little opening and he was then able to split it with his hands

He was happy trying something new with you and was excited for future recipes

Yeah...no struggles here ajsjdlgkskdldk

Belphie:

"Huh? You want me to open that?"

He was surprised but flattered you'd go to him

He wasn't even sure what that thing was

He tried to strangle it but just couldn't get it to open

Then he tried to threaten it

Still didn't work

Was exhausted at this point and thought a well deserved nap was needed

You found him clinging to the coconut like a plushie

You never got it back

Diavolo:

"Oh what a cute little silly fruit!"

He thought it looked precious!

Of course he would open it for you!

After a few minutes of trying to get the thing open, he was getting flustered

This can't be from the human realm? It's...it's diabolical!

He gave a sad pout and tried a *different* approach

"Please little one, open up will you?" He politely begged the unforgiving fruit

It magically split open and he triumphantly gave you your coconut back!

...Still not sure how that works but it's probably just... a Dia thing LMAO

Barbatos:

"I would be happy to. Although can you pick it up in say 30 min? I have another task to attend to."

He traveled to the human realm and picked up some chopped coconut and fresh coconut juice for you

He's a demon of many talents

He's also a demon of many secrets

He's never mastered the art of opening human world coconuts but he wasn't going to let you or anyone else know that!

He gave you a beautifully arranged plate and fancy jar

Simeon:

"I can try."

He knew of coconuts but never touched one

He tried knocking it a few times but it didn't work

He tried to remain calm as he tried a few other methods

Burn it. Burn it Simeon.

No just ignore the voice

After one more attempt he lost his cool

He had quite a colorful vocabulary

Threw dangerous celestial magic spears at the indestructible fruit

Luke freaked out and knocked him out in panic

Luke was quite frightened and didn't trust coconuts after Simeons rage

Simeon hates when they refer to it as The Incident™️

Solomon:

"Sure! I will handle it."

He's opened a few in his lifetime

He found a way to get it open every time!

He gingerly touched the coconut

So we meet again

He took the coconut and chucked it fiercely against the wall

He smirked at the small shattered pieces

He thought back on the first coconut he ever had the displeasure of meeting...he will never be made a fool again

You decided to buy coconut juice instead

»Note: Imagine you ask Belphie to open a banana and he just immediately strangles the thing, like is that just how he opens things?? Yep, a new headcanon acquired!

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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I wanna be hunted down by Zizz in a dream, come get me big boy

[Ah yes, I've wanted to do something with him for a while. The chase isn't that long, but I hope it's fine! Fem reader.]

TW: Dubcon then full consent; Mentions of past non-consensual somnophilia; Spit as lube.

You're not sure if you can call yourself a lucid dreamer.

Because while you've been aware of dreaming before, things have always felt a bit distant, fogged. When you touched a table, it didn't quite feel like a table. So you knew that it wasn't one, and that you weren't awake.

Lately however, your nightly episodes of brain activity have taken a sharp turn into the unexpected, if not mystical.

Everything has become so vivid. So real. It feels as if every part of your conscious has been pulled into these dreams, like there's nothing beyond the dreamscape. You truly are living in them, with no care for anything else. Nothing appears to be out of place, every minute detail sculpted to perfection, something one's brain is largely incapable of without extensive visual training beforehand. Which you have none.

They almost feels like someone else's dreams, as if you have been invited to take place in them.

Nothing about the location in which they take place is familiar to you either. This scarcely lit maze of rooms and halls is a warm, comforting mansion you have never set foot on in waking world. Not a bit of it rings a bell. The patterns in the floor are alien to you, the symbols inscribed in the ceilings and walls are meticulous but utterly nonsensical, the blue-lit candles, flickering into violet hues, are entirely new to you. Even the starry, abyssal skies fogging the small windows of this place raise no memory. Everything here is suspended in space and time, a crafted capsule which has consumed your resting hours.

At first, you were charmed. And how could one not be, right? It is a beautiful place, if a bit ominous, but you enjoyed roaming by those uninhabited divisions, captivated by pleasant scents and lulled into a comfortable tiredness that beckoned you to simply pick a corner and settle down. Although bizarre, this felt like home, like a cradle. A respite to life's many hurdles and clawing duties. No good thing lasts forever, as is common knowledge, and this is no exception...

A couple of days ago, the ambience in this dream mansion has become a tad stifling. Nothing has visually changed, that you can spot at least, but the air is heavier with some form of tension you can't quite place. Moving between rooms, no matter how much curiosity beckons, has become a slightly dreaded occasion, for every step of yours elicits goosebumps on your flesh. Eyes. There are eyes on you. Somewhere. Somehow. Someway. Immaterial and tireless, prey instincts pick up on them sharply. You turn and turn like a dancer in their stage, but there's only ever shadows staring back at you.

Someone has taken note of your presence here and you're an object of interest to them. Now comes the belated realization that you may not ever have been the owner of this mansion, as your mind liked to assume. Maybe not even a guest, but only a mere intruder. Are they angry at you?

You can't answer that. You don't know.

So, tonight, in an effort to not offend this entity of your lifelike dreams, you refuse to leave the banquet hall. Maybe, if you stay put in one place and don't touch anything, not even those beautiful padded chairs, it won't get angry at you. And it will look elsewhere. Should you apologize? To the air? No, come on, there's got to be a way to force yourself to wake up, right? Yes, you've read about this before. You need to blink! Blinking helps stimulate the brain into waking up.

After several moments of frantic eyelid flapping, you've determined that either this method is complete bullshit, you're horribly incompetent at basic functions, or this is simply too soft a strategy. The next hypothesis is to pinch yourself, or otherwise induce some form of pain that would be great enough to force an awakening. Pinch after pinch, scratching your arm, and finally, actually giving yourself a slap. Fruitless... And the worst part is that you felt it all.

Joy.

OH! Falling asleep! Falling asleep in lucid dreams helps. Perfect really, this place is already so tailored to personal comfort. The banquet hall is large, furnished with its laced curtains and the ambient blue lights that you love so much, there's many a plush seat to choose around these large, generously furnished tables, but your eyes gravitate towards another option a slight distance away. By one of the massive windows of this residence lies the most dreamy chaise-lounge you've ever witnessed. Dear God, had you not known any better, you'd say the damn thing is made for a giant. It's certainly about the size, no, bigger, than a king sized bed. Why is it so damn big?

Nonetheless, your hands drift across its velvet greedily as you sink onto it like an anchor, sighing in great satisfaction. Oh, what you wouldn't give for one of these in real life! The perfect solace after a day of troublesome, annoying work. This must be tremendously expensive... An adequate position is found, the mansion is warm enough that no chill dares pry into your bare skin and the nightgown you wear is more than enough cover. A smile resting on your cheeks, your eyes finally close and you bid this dreamscape adieu.

...

" Mm, are you truly that tired? "

Every bone in your body freezes.

Suddenly, the mansion has never been colder. You're afraid to turn around, because you know something large is behind you, so your horrified hues poise on the darkness of the sky, spotting a horned silhouette just barely reflected on the glass. What is this?

" I can't let you leave so soon, but worry not, we have all the time in the world. " It, or rather he, begins. This smooth, low and almost disinterested tone. Attractive, if not for the fact that you've never heard it before, that you've never pictured anything that sounded remotely like him. " There is no time in dreams. "

That's a very nice way of saying "you're here until I wish otherwise".

You can barely swallow the lump in your throat. " Who- Who are you? "

He's tapping something on the wooden table. This distinct clack clack clack that you know only something with claws can achieve. " Turn around and find out. "

Figures. Knowing you'll never move on if you dwell on the choice, you rip off the band aid entirely and turn faster than a startled cat, sitting up on the chaise-lounge and setting eyes on what might be the most majestic monster out there.

You were right, this is made for a giant. You're looking at him.

Where do you start? The way his grayish light skin almost seems to sparkle? The odd, dark garb that clings to his supple form maybe a tad too scandalously? The curious shape of his thin, crescent-tipped tail? Speaking of crescent- That's definitely the shape of his striking horns, this shapeless glob of matter swirling almost hypnotically between them, hues of yellow and blue framed prettily. Even more curious is the ashy veil covering his head and face, the sides bleeding into star-adorned shades of mauve. For lack of better wording, he's unexpectedly gorgeous. Fascinating. Certainly some type of demon, there's no doubt about it, though never did you think they could ever share this sort of ethereal look to them- Even mellow as he seems to be, your subconscious recognizes the power basically seeping off his presence.

Nothing in the room matters anymore, your vision and your dream shrink down to the monster before you.

What now? What the fuck do you say? This feels too real, too dangerous, too out of your depth, like you shouldn't even be talking to this guy.

" H- Hi? "

Bravo. Perfect. Survival ensured. You're a master of raw charisma.

The entity chuckles. " Good night. " He takes a step forward, making you lean back. " I'm glad to see you enjoy the mansion. "

It's his. That's obvious now. You've been loitering around his living space for nights on end apparently.

" I probably won't have to change too much about it. "

Change? Your eyes narrow. " ... You live here? "

A vague hand wave. " Yes and no. This is a careful reconstruction. I made sure to be as meticulous as possible, just so you can get a proper look at your new living quarters. "

Fucking what now?

" Excuse me? "

The demon pauses, then appears to brighten. " Ah yes, my faulty manners. Everyone calls me Zizz, I am Sloth's Icon. "

None of that made sense. " You lost me at ´Zee´."

" Zizz. "

That sounds a lot like jizz honeslty.

" Zizz. " You correct yourself. " Sloth as in, the deadly sin? Sloth? That exists, that's a place? "

He sighs, snickering to himself, probably at you. Amidst your inner questioning, you fail to react in time when he, Zizz, sits beside you on the sofa. The weight of the monster causes a slight depression that pulls you to him like a magnet. All it takes is one slight brush against his warm skin for you to jump back. Not very far away apparently, because he can still grasp your hand with unnerving ease. Even now, you feel like a toddler gazing at an adult, it's uncanny.

" Focus. " He coos, unaffected by the panicked pull that only results in making your wrist sore. " You don't need to worry about any of that for now, I want to share this night with you, ridden of any fear or doubt. " The grip tightens, his voice takes on a desperate lilt, excitement bleeding into his speech. "To get to know each other. I've met many a dreamer in my time alive, how can it be that my true mate has escaped me up until now? "

This is the most insane dream you've had in your entire life. Though, deep down, something tells you it's definitely not just a dream, maybe a curse. Some sort of nasty prank dealt onto you by something you can't comprehend for reasons that elude you. What if all of this truly is real, and you've caught the eye of a being older than you can conceive? Is there even anything you can do or is your fate being carved into stone with every word Zizz speaks? Sweat forms on your forehead the moment the demon starts moving your hand, hovering towards his chest.

" W-?! L-Let go! " But he doesn't, only stopping once that palm is firmly planted. Any further protests die when a frantic thump thump thump is felt. It takes you a moment to realize his chest is heaving a little.

" Can you feel my relief? My happiness? I swear on my name this heart has never beaten so fast. " You don't need to see his face to feel the level of mania this monster is under.

" S- Shut up. This isn't real! Get away-! " Perhaps it was the shock of hearing you shout, or the slight slump of the great monster's frame, but you manage to drag yourself out of his grasp, up to your feet, taking several steps back, as if he may lunge at any moment.

That never happens, but he does rise as well. One measured step at a time, attempting to close the distance that seems to deeply perturb him now. " You know better. My lonely little star, how I long to quell you... " A chill runs down your spine at the dip of his pitch, a baritone full of promises making it feel as if your knees are about to run off in opposite directions. " Your dreams have kept me warm at night, I only ask that you let me do the same for you. "

Nope. Mind racing, heart hammering, adrenaline making you feel lighter than a feather, you race out of the banquet hall with terror in each stride, fueled by the ringing of amused guffawing in the distance. It should have been a blaring flag that you heard no footsteps hot on your trail, and you only realize what a pathetic idea it was to attempt to hide in his mansion when Zizz appears standing in the next hall you come across.

" Where will you run to? "

Anywhere, anywhere you can. The door to your left disappears right as you are about to push it open, replaced by a seamless wall that you nearly rammed into, making the demon lord snicker. " This is childish, dear. "

You know you were only able to dash into the right one because he allowed you to. Lo and behold, it's a bedroom. Or at least you think it is, it's hard to tell with the ludicrous amount pillows tossed onto every corner. There's a humongous bed inundated in blankets and pelts, more cushions than you care to count, it even has a canopy with lights. Are those plushies? This... This looks like a rich kid's pillow fort. What the fu-

It was a mistake to linger, because a figure traps your back against itself.

" Ah, you've found my resting chambers, how astute. " Oh yes, he's definitely mocking you. Your flailing and kicking goes vastly ignored, not only is this creature immeasurably stronger than your untrained self, it appears determined to end your pointless game of cat-and-mouse. It's poetic that he didn't actually have to move much to catch you, really befitting of his title as, what did he say again, "Icon of Sloth"?

A tug at the hem of your nightgown distracts you. " Do you always dress this scantily to bed? " Zizz taunts, a lewd grin audible. " Perhaps for me? "

" In your dreams, pervert! " Maybe you should have thought twice about the wording. Though not all is lost, because he does let you go, taken by another fit of merry laughter.

" Oh, absolutely... " The giant moves towards the center of the room, tossing pillows away and arranging the blankets on that opulent bed. " Has anyone told you how adorable you look in deep slumber? I could barely keep my hands off you, there's a softness to your body that's so addicting, I could never hope to replicate it. Nothing feels half as good. "

The color washes off your skin, leaving you as pale as Zizz himself while you try to guess what was done to you when you were most vulnerable. Did he fondle you? Used you like some toy, some doll, unwilling to let you wake, to let you know- You feel dirty, skin crawling with all sorts of emotions, one of them being muted arousal. In spite of the repulsive act he's just admitted to doing, all your mind wants to focus on is the possibility of that large body covering yours, large hands curled over your limbs, taunting images filling you with shame. This is far from the reaction you should be having.

In an effort to escape, perhaps not so much from him but more so your reprehensible desires, you make one last ridiculous attempt to flee the room, rewarded by the door slamming itself shut. It signals the finality of your little game, as if he won't let you flee from your own wants.

" That's cute, but I'm not very fond of running. "

Cute. He thinks your genuine efforts to flee are cute.

Defeated, you stand by the door, in the most vain of hopes that it will miraculously open for you when most needed. When Zizz turns, you can almost feel the frown in his stance, like he's pondering. Sure enough, he was.

With a snap of his fingers, your clothes are gone. It was like a blink, one second they were there, the next your body was bare and cold. " Much better. " Zizz hums.

All you can do is squawk and cover yourself, face steaming in fury and embarrassment. " You sick fuck! "

That only earns you a senseless coo before he's making grabby hands and closing the distance. The pitiful attempt you made to dash left is halted by a thick forearm, and, in a blur of movement, you've been tossed onto that massive mattress.

The impact itself was painless, lord knows this particular division is so thickly padded that he could just about launch you at the walls with no risk of serious injury. Maybe motion sickness. But the shock of his strength keeps you still like a catatonic animal ready to die. He just- He slam dunked you into his bed like a fucking doll.

Said moment of weakness is fully taken advantage of, as Zizz crawls on after you, arms holding your naked form to his front and ripping a yelp out of your still very much terrified self when he flips to lay on his back. The move was calculated, he gets to rest his head and upper back on the several pillows and stuffed cushion he was previously arranging, trapping your dizzy body against him.

More than afraid, you're now mostly confused, grasping those merciful moments of motionlessness to steady your breathing. What now...?

Zizz appears to be very comfortable, if not happy, his light hum-turned-sigh letting you know how at peace the demon apparently is right now. You suppose he ought to be, with your tits against his abdomen and thighs brushing a- Oh for fuck's sake. He's hard. Of course he is, the freak. You can feel it pushing at his robes, nudging beneath you. That's definitely something to worry about. Dream or not, everything up until now has felt so unbelievably real that you're not chancing getting penetrated by something that would tear you in real life. Because you know you'll feel it.

Renewed, frantic squirming is smothered by a powerful embrace as Zizz allows you to tire yourself out, scratching and arching pointlessly like a pitiful bug's death throes. You're more than sure that achieved nothing except getting him noticeably stiffer. With neither grace nor dignity, you proceed to flop dead onto him.

" ... So? Come on, fuck me already, I can't do shit. " Taunting a demon is a horrid idea, but you're livid.

" Mmm, I was hoping it'd be the other way around. "

That just about makes your brain buffer entirely. " Huh? "

" I love your fire, it's perfect. " Large hands start roaming up and down your sides, warming you in more ways than one. " Show me more, please? "

You blink.

Is he serious? You thought he'd just take you however, get it over with. And yet, here he is, spreading his legs beneath you, short of breath at the mere thought of having a human so much tinier than himself taking control. This has to be some divine parody. A nasty god's prank. Although, possibly fueled by the novelty of that same idea, or maybe just hatching a brand new fetish, you consider it.

And by "consider", you mean you start grinding on him.

Zizz immediately lets out a hiss, immensely pleased, tail thrashing against silk sheets. " O-Oh, that was fast. I'm glad we're on the same page. "

" Shut up. " The nerve.

Unwilling to take it easy on the pervert that has forced you into these dreams for the past week or so, you start tugging and pushing at his outfit, annoyed by the way it appears to cling to his curves. Really it's just an impractical mess, do demons really wear this? " I hate this shit, it doesn't make sense. " You grumble, resigned to trying to tear the straps clinging to his hips and upper thighs.

The other only delights in your roughness it seems, laughing heatedly. " Maybe it's me who should wear less for you, no? "

That's not a bad idea, but like Hell you'll admit it. Nonetheless, he scoots and lifts his ass off the bed for you, but only just long enough for the garb to be edged up. You're not content with the way it looks balled up on his tummy, as you'd like to have full access to his body, but it'll do. Because it's not the main prize, that would be the purple-ish length that bobs free. Pretty. Zizz is hardly anything to scoff at, and even if you think the odd curl which appears to wrap around his cock is curious, you know that can't be safely ridden.

The doubt must show on your face, because he makes a quiet chuff. A digit rises, the amorphous blob shifting by his horns darts to it, until he flicks it your way. Although you recoiled, as if the thing was going to splat itself on your face, you squint an eye open and determine, after some gazing around, that it's perched above your own head now.

" Uh- Thanks? "

That solves nothing.

" Among other things, it will help you welcome me. "

That solves everything.

" Perfect. "

And, with little to no fanfare, you spit on his hard dick, using it to lube him as much as possible while you position yourself above that girthy trial. It's exhilarating, you've never been this rash and gross to a partner, you've never had so much control or been in a situation half as peculiar, your heart thunders when his tip pokes at your folds.

Zizz gasps, fingers trying to settle on your thighs, though you bat them away. " What's the rush, my star? We have endless time to enjo- Hhrk- Fuck ohh! "

Your eyes water and roll to the back of your head as, in a ballsy move, you take half of that cock inside. Your own breathless expletives join his noises when you feel him warm and twitching, filling you tightly. He really wasn't kidding, this thing works, the pain is minimal.

" L- Like you deserve that. " Rocking in an effort to sink further onto him, you can't help moaning, every shift bringing you sharp waves of pleasure. Lord, that strange growth around his member has a delectable texture. " Teasing me for nights on end, doing who knows what- Ah! "

A piston upwards has your vision spinning, a cry loud enough to pass as a scream ripped out of your throat, drowned out by his low, satisfied groan when the root of his member is swallowed and you're flush to him. Zizz appears to tremble, you don't have the wits to push his hands off again when he grabs onto your hips, stroking everywhere and moaning at the fluttering of your walls. " Every second of the wait was worth it, ohff- You're so tight. " The smirk behind his next words is almost gross. " Feels good? You can have this every single night if only- "

" I-... Is this really a dream? " You interrupt.

It feels too realistic, too accurate. Even with the powers you don't doubt this demon has, this is scarily vivid. Would a dream ever be able to replicate the sensation of something as huge as Zizz inside you? Are you being tricked and this is actually reality?

A touch to your cheek startles you back to the present.

" Do you want it to be more than a dream? "

Mouth agape, all you can do is stare back at the demon lord. The ensuing silence speaks volumes.

" Wake up. "

" W- What? "

" I said- " His other hand rips that dark veil off his face, lidded eyes on yours as a pearly white grin stretches on a void-like face. It's... Incredible.

" Wake up. "

With a harsh gasp, you jolt upwards on your bed, head smacking right into something solid and warm.

Oh God...

Gulping, you glance up in total darkness, greeted by the same face, with the same swirl of yellow and blue glowing above it. A sudden thrust makes you realize he's been here all this time, in your bedroom, in your mind.

In your body.

" Did you sleep well? "

#Zizz oc #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #yandere demon #monster boyfriend #terato #monsterfucker #minors dni

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kybercrystals94 · 17 days

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Sacrifice and Loyalty

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Angstpril 2024 | Day 12 | Prompt 12: A Little Too Late

Rated: G | Words: 561 | Summary: Missing scene between episodes 3x11 and 3x12. | Character Focus: Crosshair, Hunter

Spoilers for Season 3 Episodes 11 & 12

The moment Hunter slips through the door, he knows something is desperately wrong. The needled talons of dread claw up his throat from the pit of his stomach. He tries to swallow it back, but it lodges tightly just behind his tongue.

Hunter takes in the occupants of the space. Wrecker, still unconscious, and Crosshair, sitting next to him with his rifle propped at the ready against his thigh. Their sister’s absence is cavernous.

“Where’s Omega?” Hunter asks.

Crosshair’s shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. He stands, leaning his rifle against the wall, and turns to face Hunter head on.

“Omega turned herself in.” Crosshair states it, voice pressed flat of emotion. His hand trembles at his side, unchecked, as Crosshair looks anywhere but Hunter’s face. “She…” his dull voice catches, “She did it to save Pabu. They wouldn’t have stopped searching until they found her. It was only a matter of time.” He glances down, notices his hand and grips it in the other. “I tried to reason with her. She knew the risks.

“But I failed to protect her,” Crosshair continues. “I was supposed to get a tracker on the ship, but I missed. I missed, and she doesn’t know. She trusted me to make the shot, and I missed.” He fists his trembling hand. “I’m sorry, Hunter.”

The initial, reactive twist of Hunter’s features as the news settles is hidden behind his helmet. They just got her back, and the Empire snatched her away again. Righteous anger burns deep, and it takes every piece of Hunter’s exhausted resolve not to become violent, to throw something, break something, destroy something. It isn’t fair, what this galaxy has taken from them, has done to them, over and over again.

Hunter takes a staggered step forward, and Crosshair flinches. It is subtle, almost imperceptible. But Hunter sees it, and his heart fractures further. His anger does not extend to Crosshair. How could it, when he sees his own turmoil and regret reflected in his little brother’s averted eyes? Hunter puts his anger away, thrusts it into the darkest corner of his mind to fester, and reaches up to take off his helmet. Crosshair’s gaze slides over to meet his as soon as his face is exposed.

“I know you did everything you could,” Hunter says. He swallows. There is no comfort in the truth, just the reality. “Omega would have gone with or without you backing her up.”

Hunter remembers seeing his sister after he and Wrecker were captured, small and fierce, energy bow drawn, refusing to hide away if there was any possibility of saving her brothers. Omega isn’t a soldier, but loyalty and sacrifice are saturated in her blood. Just like Tech.

Naked surprise twitches Crosshair’s expression before settling back into careful neutral. He nods stiffly, looking away. “She put the people of Pabu before herself, risked everything so that we might find Tantiss. I was ambushed by troopers when I was lining up the shot for the tracker. I…I couldn’t recover my position in time…”

Hunter rests a hand on Crosshair’s pauldron. “Omega won’t blame you, Cross. I don’t blame you. We’ll find her again.”

Crosshair swallows visibly and steadies himself before looking Hunter in the eye again. A small, despondent smile quirks the edge of his lips. “Not if she finds us first.”

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bitterkarmaa · 2 months

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Demonize

A short conversation between canon Eclipse and my own rendition, set after the most recent episode

“You know…this whole thing you have going? It won’t end the way you want it to.”

The table has already been marked with endless streaks of regression. Claws score the surface yet again, more as a distraction than a threat this time around. Clasped hands sit atop the other end, claws carefully tucked in on themselves, dented, worn knuckles on display in place of sharp, threatening talons. A singular amber eye gazes steadily at the trembling mass of orange and black metal across the room.

“Eventually, it’s bound to! Who do you think you are in the grand mass of this? You have no control over what happens in my dimension. You’re just another one of those goody-two-shoes copies that share none of my experiences, none of my thoughts, and none of my visions! Just like Solar! Is that what you are? Another Solar?” Twin white flames flash with fury, hands coming down to slam against the poor abused table in front of him.

No claws on him. Just hands. Just fingers.

“Another who?”

The other scoffs, pulling back from the table again with a hiss of frustration. “This is a waste of my time.”

Tattered rays shift, clicking as they retract and then push back out to their original positions. “You have all the time in the world. At least, until you’re brought back again. So…perhaps your pacing is pointless, hm?”

The more rabid of the two whirls around again, a snarl ripping itself from his throat. “You know nothing about me! Stop acting like you do!”

A slight smile, hidden by clasped hands. “I know you’re dead. Again. That’s all I need to know.”

Finally, that seems to hit something. He seems to wither, shrinking in on himself. His fingers curl into fists, as if he wishes to punch someone but knows there’s nothing around him that would give him the reaction he yearns for.

“And no one will mourn.”

A mad laugh rises, echoing around the room, seeming to soak into the very walls, filling the space with an uneasy tension. “And you? You would be mourned?! That’s a fucking jo-”

“I have been mourned.”

He falls silent, expression frozen in a sort of jealousy that some part of him must know he has no right to feel. The hand that he must’ve raised amidst his rant comes back down to rest on the table, this time more carefully. Carefully. Since when has he been careful? Is this alternative version of himself really getting to him this much? Surely not. Surely this is just a slip up of those pesky emotions he’s been feeling amongst his breakdowns.

“How?” He weakly lifts his head, white dotted gaze having dimmed with his fading vigor. His look-alike at the other end of the table unravels his hands from their place in front of him, leaning back in his chair.

“How was I mourned? Hm. Perhaps because my rampage was stopped before someone got killed.” His scarred face twists into a sneer, disgust crossing his expression before settling back into cool indifference.

“I wasn’t- I didn’t-” The other stutters, rays shrinking. He takes a step back, grimacing as if recounting all the things he’s done with a new outlook. Considering how much of it wasn’t required for him to succeed.

“But you did. You were. Was being abandoned worth all the pain you caused others, worth all the pain it caused you?” The faint glow of his single functioning eye is dimmed as he narrows it, stare turned to glare in a matter of seconds.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?! Wouldn’t you?! Or was it only me that was left behind? Was it only me that he cast out like a pesky bug? Only me that became the parasite?!” His shouts of anger quickly turn to anguish, hands coming up to pull on his rays, lost in the torrent of emotions that stir within him, bottled up for far too long.

A frown settles on the face of the more dapper of the two. “We’ve all been parasites. That seems to be the one common denominator between each dimension.”

The room is silent for a few moments after that, the agitated one finally taking a seat in the chair that was provided for him.

“You don’t get it.” He mutters, earning a sharp bark of laughter from across the table.

“No, I do. I understand more than you know. I just haven’t been forced to ‘understand’ as many times as you have.”

The other looks away, brilliant white eyes cast down to the floor. “I didn’t want to come back. Lunar killing me again was a bit of a blessing, honestly.”

He looks up again as the screech of the chair being pushed back echoes around the room, steady footsteps approaching him not long after. His eyes meet the half-gaze of his brutally scarred counterpart, slight horror crossing his face as he takes him in.

“Yet you continued to demonize yourself. Why is that?”

“I…don’t know.” The other answers honestly, face set in confusion.

“Do you wish to change?”

“Some part of me does. Some part of me doesn’t. I just…don’t know how, I suppose.”

“Would you like to try?”

He is silent for only a few moments before letting out a quiet admission. “Yes.”

Slight surprise alights within his chest as a single clawed hand is offered out to him, the other tucked neatly in one of his pants pockets.

“Then how about we get started?”

#karma’s bitter #karmas bitter but so am i #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #kb eclipse #sams eclipse #sams au #just getting back into the swing of writing my son #I missed him #but I RETURN #with an offering for those still grieving

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cartoon-cass · 9 months

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So decided to take an in depth look at the new teaser trailer and share what I found.

We start at the elevator we saw in the last teaser image we got, just not with the ominous yellow light. it seems like there's blood or oil on the carpeted floor, and slashes on the walls. Where the seemingly natural light is coming from doesn't fit the architecture of the rest of the hallway, looking industrial, honestly though the hallway is the one that looks out of place, looking more like something that belongs to the Elliot Manor, not sure what that means for the episode but thought it important to mention.

Pulling out a bit further we see disassembled disassembly drones, specifically the male body type (or what most people call the male body type we can't exactly be sure with only 3 disassembly drones). there is something on the tv but for the life of me I can't read that tiny red text. Turning back on the architect it seems to follow the manor look with some industrial bits peaking out.

Moving up a level we seemingly end up in a receptionist room for JCJenson, it doesn't have the IN SPAAAAACEE!!!! though. In the background disassembly drones, seemingly the "female" ones though, and something I just noticed while writing they all seem to be missing heads, I couldn't see any heads anywhere. and writing on the walls, saying "don't look down" or "don't don't look", along with claw scratches.

Up one more we get an office cubicle with a computer open on it's desktop. we also see a computer mouse and a spiral notebook with something on it, maybe a mug or a can? Nothing scary I can see other then the horror that is cubicle farms.

Yet an other cubicle farm with the sound effect of a crying baby of all things? Uzi backstory maybe? Anyway we see 2 Camp 98.7 drones both with loading icons on their visors, which I believe we've never seen before other then when Uzi was talking to N and V in episode 2 but that was only in the corner and her eyes were still on. There seems to be oil on the ground too.

So this is the scene most people are freaking out about. A dinosaur looking thing, while it looks mostly organic from the shadow it does have 2 wires from the back of it's head to it's neck and 2 wires from under the chin to it's neck. There seems to be blood or oil on the ground here too. Also anyone else getting jurassic park vibes from this scene?

I think these 2 scenes are in the same room, also someone is laughing in this scene as well. It seems to be a some sort of observation room mix with an operation room, given the discarded worker drone limbs I don't imagine these "operation" were very ethical. There is a box in the back with some text on it but all I can read is "parts :)".

Presumably this is the hole our main trio were looking at in the first teaser, at the very least we can tell it's open to the air because snow is falling down there, I just noticed how there is not nearly enough snow on everything for a planet that's constantly snowing but I guess I probably shouldn't ask too much realism from this show about murderous drones. On a more worrying note where are Tessa, J and Doll? I hope they are fine but just out of shot.

Last but not least the thumb nail for the video has the weird drone hand that if I had to guess is from that dinosaur drone, I have no evidence other then a gut feeling. Also massive thanks for @magmythedevil for pointing this out but the claw matches the one in episode 4.

#Murder Drones #Murder Drones theory

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gaiaxygang · 6 months

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The Too-Long PerthChimon Review: Part 1

In this part, I will be covering the three (!) shows both Perth and Chimon were in. One is a non-BL where their characters do not interact, but the other two (which you've probably watched, if you're reading this) are BLs and feature them as a couple!

(I segmented them for readability. If there's a better way to do it please lmk oops)

Please… Siang Riak Winyan aka Please… Soul Call

I only watched 4 episodes, because that was all that was available with subtitles. The other two are online somewhere, but I wasn't very inclined to continue.

'Please' is a short horror series where Win (Chimon) and his classmates encounter… ghosts, or something. I don't remember much about this one, if I'm being honest. They accidentally contact some ghosts in a school bathroom and they suffer because of it for 6 episodes. It's not particularly memorable, and the horror elements weren't super good but I am willing to cut it some slack in that aspect.

What I did find interesting is Perth's character, Breeze. Breeze is a transfer student who is later revealed to be the younger half-brother of another character, Be. The two aren't close, but their interactions in the show are quite heartfelt.

However, this whole half-siblings subplot kind of comes out of nowhere…? And neither does it really lead anywhere. Be and Breeze aren't part of the main friend group in Please, and don't have much importance outside of this.

The only purpose this storyline serves is to explain the origins of the main ghost that's been haunting Win and friends (this is an assumption. I did not watch episodes 5 and 6 but it's heavily implied in the earlier episodes so I will stick with it).

Please is rather unremarkable as a series, but as an actor fan it really makes me want to claw at the walls.

First, this is where PerthChimon met. They've mentioned talking a little at the workshops in some of their interviews.

Second, this is Perth's first TV series as well as Chimon's first lead role in a series (he was the lead of a movie I'll discuss in another part).

Third, this series is likely where director New Siwaj started picking favourite actors. Alongside Perth, Mark Siwat and Sood Yacht (I am so sorry if I got his name wrong I'm not familiar with him) are also in this series. The three of them would get cast in Love By Chance not long after, with Perth and Yacht appearing in several of New's shows after that.

Lastly, Perth and Mark Siwat (who plays Be) became friends on this set! Mark was Perth's first friend in the industry, and they're still good friends now as far as I know. I enjoyed watching them work together, but I'll get into that more when I talk about The Stranded. This paragraph is already longer than it should be.

Never Let Me Go

This is a show I have opinions that I struggle to put into words about. Never Let Me Go is a series about the heir to a prestigious family, Nuengdiao, and the bodyguard assigned to him after his father is shot and killed, Palm. Perth plays Nuengdiao's cousin Chopper, while Chimon plays Ben, a classmate of theirs.

I did not like this show. The storyline is messy at times, the characters (with the exception of Chopper) are often underwhelming and don't reach their full potential.

It has an interesting premise, but fails to deliver at almost every turn after the first few episodes. I will be focusing on Chopper and Ben but one thing I particularly disliked about Palm and Nueng is that Palm is a very bland character.

We never learn much about him beyond his protectiveness and his existence as The Love Interest, and he lacks a distinct personality. This is a problem with Mork in Fish Upon The Sky as well (sorry Pond) but it's more noticable in NLMG due to it's more serious tone, which requires better developed characters than a romcom like FUTS would.

There were some things I enjoyed about the show! It's very nice to look at. The visuals are good! The cast being pretty also helps. I loved Perth's performance as Chopper, it is by far the strongest performance in the cast.

It's not that the rest of them are bad actors, rather strong actors like Chimon and Pawin were dragged down because they aren't given very much to work with. When good actors are given subpar scripts or underdeveloped characters, they'll try their best but their performance will Not be as good!!! Which is unfortunate.

Chopper is the only well-rounded character in this series. I assume there were rewrites along the way, since Chopper is quite different from the novel that was written alongside the series and ChopperBen were likely added in only after Perth joined the cast, to promote PerthChimon before Dangerous Romance. I personally have a soft spot for Ben (I have a big gay crush on Chimon) but Chopper is my favourite character overall in NLMG.

NLMG feels very much like a PG-13 Kinnporsche that misses everything that made KP… well, KP. This is probably a coincidence but I watched them one after another so NLMG's flaws were more obvious to me. By episode 12 I was only watching for ChopperBen and I had no interest in PalmNueng, which rarely happens even if I favour the side pair. NLMG just feels lacking in many ways, to the point where I enjoyed FUTS more (despite being equally bad) just because it's funny.

There are a few things I wished the series took from the novel. The ChopperBen epilogue set shortly after they move overseas together is something that I think the series desperately needed. It makes Ben's storyline (which the novel has a heavier emphasis on) more complete, and considering we didn't get ChopperBen in Our Skyy 2, it would have been a good conclusion to ChopperBen as a whole.

I also liked the PalmNueng rooftop scene but I understand why they left it out of the series. The novel also kills off Kit after the final confrontation in episode 12, but I assume the series didn't want to deal with the implications of Chopper patricide.

I didn't finish the NLMG Our Skyy 2 episodes but the slightly lighter tone definitely helped a lot. A bit of a weird choice to give bully kid whats-his-name a boyfriend out of nowhere but as a MarcPawin fan I respect it.

This series was… a mess. But I love ChopperBen dearly! They're something special and I spend a much longer time thinking about them than I show. They're what got me into PerthChimon and I'll never regret watching NLMG for that alone.

Dangerous Romance

Finally, their most recent work, Dangerous Romance. I was waiting for this one for months and definitely not disappointed, even if it wasn't what I expected! (Just a warning. I will be criticising DR a bit here.)

The character relationships are the strongest part of DR. KanghanSailom's development over the episodes, navigating how to love eachother and growing as people together, was incredible to watch over 12 weeks. The way it all comes together is amazing.

GuyNava and NameSaifah, although lacking screentime, were super interesting to me. They managed to sell us (even View and June, who referred to them as another couple in DR on Live House) on NameSaifah in around 3 episodes total somehow which I find hilarious. PimfahNabdao didn't get much screentime but they were cute and I hope we get a continuation of their story!

DR also looks VERY good. Some of the visuals are amazing. The windmill location is gorgeous and I assume it looks even better in person (I HAVE to visit someday… A few Japanese fans I know flew to Thailand and visited it. I wish I were them).

However, DR often struggles to get from point A to point B. This isn't a huge problem because the A and B in question are well-written, but it really feels like they had a few scenes planned but couldn't figure out how to connect them. They knew the direction they wanted to take KanghanSailom and GuyNava, but had difficulty writing the 'to' in 'enemies to lovers'. This is evident with other scenes too but it's very obvious when it comes to the main couple and the primary side couple of a BL.

Some of the direction is also a bit questionable. I personally don't like the overuse of flashbacks and OST (it reminds me of Double Savage and that's not a good thing) but I've accepted that its just a DR thing.

I like what the costuming team has come up with, bless whoever managed to make Pawin look 10 years younger than he is and the same age as actors 4 to 6 years younger than him. The details in how the wardrobe of the friendgroup, down to the colour of their uniforms is a nice touch too. This crew definitely has a lot of love for the series and I like that!!!

DR is hurt a lot by what it sets itself up to be. When viewed as a typical BL with interesting romantic storylines, it's very good.

However, the promotion tends to frame it as something darker than what we ended up with, a unique storyline that happens to be BL (similar to Only Friends in that sense). The pilot trailer also doesn't help, since it promised a darker overall feel with meaner characters. The themes of poverty and class differences aren't handled very well but people who think more about DR's themes than me have discussed this. I was here to watch KanghanSailom be cute after episode 3.

This difference between what was expected from the pilot and trailers and the final product is what I suspect causes people to view DR as worse than it is. Looking past that, DR is a flawed but great BL series, one of the better shows to come out of the GMMTV2023 lineup.

I'm also one of the people who were skeptical about the difference in the feel of the pilot and the official trailers. The pilot trailer occupies a good 15% of my brainspace and I will always miss all it gave us (the rain kiss!!!!! THE VIBE OF THE BACKING SONG!!!!!!) but DR is something that exists separate from that now and as it's own thing, I adore it.

What I really love about DR is how PerthChimon it is. It's a very significant show for both of them in so many ways! It's their "official" return to BL (Perth hasn't done BL since 2020, Chimon not since 2018) and I don't think there would've been a better show for this.

Kanghan and Sailom have a lot of Perth and Chimon in them, and I don't even know if it was intentional. Perth and Chimon both relate a lot to their characters (for reasons they have mentioned in interviews) and when listening to what Perth said when he was asked what Kanghan wants to say to Sailom I wanted to run around in circles and scream because you could really tell it came from his heart.

It's also the first time Chimon has released a song, and the first time Perth has sung a duet.

You can see the PerthChimon in some scenes like when Kanghan is feeding Sailom in their studying montage, and one entire postcredits Oishi segment (I don't remember which episode, I think it's the open house one). As a PerthChimon fan Dangerous Romance is incredible because of all this!!!

There's also a line before they perform Sunset at the open house that stuck out to me. Kanghan's line about how Sailom is talented but rarely has the chance to showcase his talents is just a little awkward by itself but it gets me very emotional because Chimon has talked about how he turned down singing jobs in the past due to trauma and still gets nervous on stage, something which Perth supports him through whenever they sing together.

(Since I first typed this, a clip has been posted where the directors talk about how a lot of the sweet KanghanSailom scenes were improvised. Incredible work from PerthChimon, 10/10 no notes.)

DR is filmed in the same campus building as several other Chimon shows like Edge of 17 and The Gifted which is a whole other thing I think about sometimes. Especially Edge of 17, his first BL series with Pluem Purim. Comparing Sun and Sailom, you can really see how much Chimon has grown in those SIX?! years.

I also love seeing PerthChimon work together. They're very comfortable with eachother, and Perth has said that Chimon is the partner he's felt the most comfortable with (knowing Perth's acting history, this is a very bold statement but I believe he means it). I hope DR is just the start for PerthChimon and they continue working together for a long time.

(Similarly to NLMG, I responded to an ask about DR's flaws recently. I talk about the pacing issues here as well!)

And that's the end of part one. Thank you for reading!!! You can always drop me an ask if you have anything to say, my inbox is open. The next parts will be uploaded slowly.

Intro / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (I'll edit to link them when I get these up!!!)

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mrsniallhoran505 · 1 year

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“Brats Don’t Get To Cum.”

A Bratty!Austin Smut. 18+ MDNI!! The 100th GMAG Smut

WARNINGS: Oral Female receiving. Sub Dom Dynamics. Spanking, spitting, slapping. Orgasm denial. Prostate play. Use of toys. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) Mommy kink. I think that’s it...

You had honestly had it with his attitude. You have asked him more than once to talk to you and let you know what he needs, even if its space or time alone. He continuously says he’s fine and doesn’t need anything then goes back to being an ass for no reason.

Waiter got his food wrong? He’s no longer hungry. You didn’t wash his jacket when he asked you? He huffs and puffs while doing it himself. You have to work late so you can’t watch the new episode with him? He refuses to watch it even when you are home. Can’t get his lines right at work? He's a failure of an actor.

No matter what you have said or done for him he just continues to act like a… BRAT! And you were tired of it. You had hoped the attitude would go away tonight for his BAFTA’s dinner but it seemed no matter what he gave you attitude. He was kind and sweet to everyone else around, even those who were snooty or rude to him, but to you? Oh no, he couldn’t pay you the same courtesy.

You put a smile on your face, traded kind words with people who talked to you, and even did your best to be loving and affectionate to Austin. That lasted till the car door shut and you and Austin were alone for the first time since leaving the hotel.

“I don’t know what your problem is lately, or what I’ve done to piss you off, but I’ve had it.” You didn’t look at him, and you kept your tone even but firm. A sure sign you were mad and not to be questioned. “But when we get back to our hotel, I want you stripped naked and on your hands and knees. Do not make me repeat myself.” You can feel him stiffen beside you and hear him swallow hard.

At the hotel you sent him straight up to the room while you went to a shop near by. Normally you would never risk this but you had plans and a possible pap shot of you at the shop wasn’t gonna make you change your mind.

Once you had your items you returned to the hotel and made your way to the room. When you walked in you were pleased to see a trail of Austin’s clothes starting at the door and heading to the bedroom. He’s tempted fate before by making you think he listened only to be doing something he wasn’t instructed to do when you found him. But not tonight.

When you walked into the room there he was. Naked as the day he was born, down on his hands and knees at the end of the bed. You never told him to be on the bed and was happy to see he listened.

“Mam…” You cut him off with a quick spank to his ass, making him jump and gasp.

“Did I say you can talk?” You asked with a raised brow, daring him to challenge you. Instead he shook his head and looked straight at the wall in front of him.

You walked to your side of the bed so he can watch you. You took off your coat and set it aside before sitting to take your heels off. You were gonna leave him on his knees for as long as you can. You got up and walked to the bathroom where you took your dress off and hung it behind the door. When you came back you were just in the lace set he had asked you to wear tonight.

You saw him eyeing you and licking his lips. His hands clawing the carpet. He wanted to touch you, to rip the lace from your body and devour you, make you scream his name… But he fucked up and now he’s being punished. Now all he gets to do is stare at the goddess he gets to call his.

You grabbed the bag and set it on the bed. You kept your attention off of Austin but you can feel his eyes on you. You pulled out a new cock ring and set it aside. You grabbed the anal lube and the desensitizing lube you bought and placed it beside the cock ring. Then the prostate vibrator you got. It was remote controlled and had a stroke function to make it so much more fun… for you. You pulled out two cock sleeves and a magic wand vibrator.

Austin remained on the floor in the same position, just watching each toy come out of the bag. For some of them he was nervous, not because it was new but he wasn’t sure how much you would make him take before you let him release and relax. The prostate vibrator was the scariest at this point. With it being remote controlled, he knew you wouldn’t tire of using it.

“Now… For three weeks you’ve been acting like a brat. Entitled to my time and my care without a single thank you in return. Only complaints.” You stated while unboxing the cock ring. “I have tried to be kind and understanding, have offered to give you anything you needed and you have constantly rejected the offer just to continue to be a brat.” You walked to him and kneeled next to him. Giving you a good reach to his back side but allowed you to see his face..

“Do you know how that feels?” You asked before spanking him in the same spot you had spanked him earlier. “Like that, but harder.” You reached under him to feel he was hard and leaking. Perfect. You gave him a few strokes before slipping the cock ring on and into place.

“And tonight…” You gave him another spank and could see tears well in his eyes and felt bad for a moment but quickly pushed it away. He had a safe word, cadillac, and he could use it.

“Tonight you were kind to everyone but me.” You spank him twice. “I was there to support you and celebrate no matter the outcome and you acted like I was the cousin you were forced to take to prom.” You spanked him again before getting up and unboxing the prostate vibrator.

When you walked back to him you had the lube in one hand and the toy in the other. You kneeled behind him and set your things down beside you.

“Face down, hands behind your back.” You order before spanking him again. He complied and just tilted his head to watch you. Tears ran down sideways on his face but he gave you one, small, reassuring smile. You nodded and guided his hands to his ass cheeks to hold them spread for you.

You put some lube on his hole then on your finger and rubbed it in, pressing more firmly with each pass. He was slightly confused why it wasn’t the desensitizing lube but knew better than to question it. You slowly worked your finger into him, adding a bit more lube when you started to thrust it.

Austin couldn’t help but moan. This was far from the first time you did this with him and he always enjoyed it. You watched him, watched the pleasure grow on his face. To help him relax and allow a second finger you reached between his legs and started stroking his cock.

His body jumped then relaxed at your actions, causing more moans to flow passed his lips. They were growing in volume and making you wet. If you hadn’t been mad at him you would have laid under him so he could eat you out while you worked him open, but he lost the privilege to touch you for the moment.

You worked Austin’s asshole loose till three fingers were moving easily in his clenching hole. He was digging his nails into his own ass trying to hold on and not make you more mad by cumming so soon.

“Give me your hand.” You took his right hand and lubed up his fingers before guiding them to replace yours in him. “Keep fingering yourself.” You ordered and he did as you said, pushing his finger just slightly deeper than what your smaller fingers could go.

While he fingered himself you grabbed the toy and tested it. It was half charged and the remote was functioning. You grab the lube and slick the toy up as best you can. When it looked ready you pulled his fingers from his ass and slowly replaced them with the toy. You turned it on low and started to push it deeper.

“Tell me when.” You instructed and he understood. You twisted the toy a bit and pushed a bit deeper.

“Fuck! There.” He gasped and a shudder ran through his body.

“Good.” You nodded and turned the toy to the level up and turned the stroke on. He whined and bucked his hips. You smirked and walked to the bathroom with the toy. You washed your hands before returning to the bed.

You unboxed the magic wand and plugged it in near Austin. He looked at it and groaned at the idea of you using it on him. He could barely handle the prostate vibrator. He tried to look up at you but you didn’t give him permission to stop spreading so he could only see your feet under the bed.

He was staring at your feet when suddenly they were surrounded by your lace panties. You walked over and grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and sat on it. It was a plush one seater so you sank in and spread your legs, hooking them over the arms of the chair. You grabbed the wand and turned it on low.

“Hands on the ground and look at me.” You instructed Austin and watched him comply. You ran the wand over your breasts, teasing your hardening nipples before taking it low down. Building up to teasing your glistening pussy with it.

At first Austin was too lost in the pleasure the prostate vibrator was bringing him to notice you too had a toy to bring you pleasure. For some reason this pained him. Watching you please yourself with something that wasn’t him just made him feel bad.

He should be the one to make you moan, to make you breast heave as you breathe quicker. It should be his fingers, or his mouth that was making you wet, but it was that stupid toy.

You looked at him and he looked upset but he hasn’t used his safe word so you just turn up the vibrations on his toy. He moans and closes his eyes for a moment, wishing he was buried balls deep in your pussy. It would make this so much better.

“What baby, speak.” You growl turning up the level on your own toy.

“Wanna touch, mama. Wanna taste mama.” He whines and his bottom lip juts out in a pathetic pout.

“You wanna taste mama?” You ask and sit up. His eyes go wide and eager.

“Yes mama, please.” He begs.

You get up and walk to him, kneeling down and cupping his jaw. “Open.” When he does as you say you spit in his mouth and walk back to your seat.

“There’s your taste.” You go back to teasing your pussy with the toy. You can hear him swallow to cover the whine that bubbled up. You rewarded him by turning his toy level up.

He was starting to shake and tense, feeling the toy move inside him and keep him stimulated. His cock was throbbing and leaking onto the carpet, the cock ring much more noticeable now. He wanted to cum, wanted to be inside you when he did but he knew he wasn’t getting that, not for a while.

“Mama, please… mama it’s too much.” He pleaded and looked at you.

You waited for that word and when it didn’t come you turned his toy up higher. He clawed the carpet and growled, turning more feral the longer you denied him.

You focused back on your own pleasure. Using the wand to rub your clit in circles had your toes curling and your abs tightening. Austin watched as your pussy visibly clenched around nothing before you were throwing your head back moaning out your climax. Your body trembled and your legs tensed with each wave. Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore you pulled the toy away and turned it off.

Getting up from the chair you moved to the bed and unboxed the cock sleeves. They were clear and covered the whole cock. One had lumps along the shaft and one had them all over. You went for the one with just lumps on the shaft. You grabbed the desensitizing lube and walked to Austin.

You kneeled down and pumped the right amount of lube into your hand and rubbed it on his cock. He moaned and shook the entire time you stroked his cock. The veins in his neck were popping out with his effort to not cum. All the muscles in his body were taut making him look like he was ready to explode.

Once his cock was nice and slick you slipped the sleeve over him and left him like that. You reached for the toy in his ass and angled it to press more against his prostate and turned it on the highest level it had.

“Fuck! Mama!” He cried out and nearly face planted as his arms gave out. You cooed at him but didn’t let up till he started crying again.

You pulled your hand away and turned the toy down before helping him to push himself up. You moved to be in front of him, sitting with your legs spread and on either side of him. He looked at your pussy, licked his lips, then locked eyes with you.

His tears were still falling and his face was slightly red. It was a beautiful picture and you wanted it forever. You reached for the bed and grabbed your phone. You took a picture and saved it in a locked private album. He turned more red knowing what you did and knowing how he must look.

“Hands behind your back, and you better not stop till I say.” You slid closer till you knew he would end up face down between your legs then you leaned back on your elbows.

Austin was quick to comply. He lowered himself down then put his hands behind his back. It was a struggle but he wasn’t gonna disappoint you. His mouth covered your pussy and he started to lap at you like he was dying of thirst and you were the cup that Utgard-Loki gave to Thor.

You let your head fall back as the pleasure washed over you. Your hips jerked slightly each time his tongue passed over your clit. It was still sensitive from the wand. Austin took this as encouragement and wrapped his lips around your clit. He licked and sucked on it till your legs were shaking then he pulled back and tried using his tongue to fuck you.

The angle his body was in made it hard for him to do all that he wanted to do, but he did what he could. Pushing his tongue as deep as he could, flexing and thrusting it. He looked up to see that you enjoyed it but were calming down. He moved up again to suck on your clit, rubbing it with his tongue quickly.

"That's it, make mama cum and maybe she'll let you cum." You tell him while running your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response and tilted his head to use his nose to rub your clit since he wasn't allowed to use his fingers. The stubble on his cheeks rubbed your thighs as they tensed, giving you a whole new sensation that you might seek again later.

Austin wanted to say yes, he'd be a good boy, but the words would get lost in your pussy so he went back to lapping at your clit. He pressed the underside of his tongue to your clit and shook his head side to side as best and fast as he could.

Something about the action had your body tensing. Pleasure washing over you like a tsunami. Austin moaned as his mouth was flooded with your juices. He lapped up what he could before he had to pull back to breathe.

“Good boy.” You smile and sit up again. “Hands and knees.” You tell him, giving him the permission to get out of the position he was in.

“Thank you mama.” He smiled at you. You took in his face, covered in your juices, making you smile and grab your phone again.

You snapped a picture before turning his toy up to the highest level and pressing record. You watched as he moaned and clawed, hips bucking into nothing.

“Mama please!” He whined trying to hold off his fast approaching orgasm. You watched his face contort in pleasure and moved behind him. You gripped the toy and started to move it in and out. Austin’s arms couldn’t hold him up any more and he dropped to the ground, moaning and whimpering.

“Does that feel good baby? Do you wanna cum?” You coo at him and thrust the toy faster.

“Yes mama! Please, can I cum? I’ll be a good boy. I won’t be a brat anymore.” He whined and begged for his release.

“Should have thought about that before you acted like an ass.” You stopped moving the toy and turned it down. You spanked his ass a few times before moving back in front of him. You coaxed him back into the doggy position and wrapped your hand around his throat.

“Mama…” He was cut off when you squeezed his throat, his next word choked off and gurgled.

“You’re gonna fuck mama, and make her cum… But you see that pretty little sleeve on your cock, its filled with desensitizing lube. You won’t feel it.” You smirked as he whimpered and started to cry.

“Mama, that’s not fair… I wanna feel you.” He whined as tears fell down his cheeks.

“And I wanted my boyfriend to treat me kindly.” You growl before giving him a slap. Never to hurt or mark, it was just like spanking him.

“Sorry mama.” He sniffles feeling the sting of the slap. He really was sorry but he knew he had to wait till his punishment was over before truly apologizing.

“I bet you are.” You coo before moving to get a pillow and pull the blanket off the bed. You managed to maneuver him to set the blanket under him and put the pillow where you will lay your head. You weren’t a pillow princess but you did like comfort when you were the one in control

You slowly got under him and spread your legs, to accommodate him. You helped guide him down till you could line his cock up. He looked at you for permission before he slowly pushed into you. He frowned when he felt nothing, not even the smallest of friction in the sleeve. You however felt every inch, making you moan a bit louder.

“That’s it baby.” You reached for the toy still in him and started to pump it in time with his thrusts into you. He moaned but it was in frustration at not getting the pleasure he really wanted.

“Mama please.” He begs while starting to thrust faster, wanting to feel some kind of friction on his aching cock. “Promise i’ll be good.”

“Little late for that promise.” You gasped out feeling an orgasm start to build. You turn his toy up to the highest level making him whimper and slam his hips into yours. He would leave bruises on his hips and your thighs by the time you were done with him.

“Mama, I can’t. Please, can I cum?” He was crying again making you smirk but it faded when his hips jerk in a weird way and his cock presses against your gspot.

“Fuck… not yet.” You grab his toy again and angle it to press firmly against his prostate making him cry out. He wanted to cum so bad but he wouldn’t disobey so he kept thrusting. Trying his hardest to make you cum without going over the edge himself.

You decide to give him a break knowing what you have planned for him, so you slowly pull the prostate vibrator out of him and place it aside. He relaxes for a moment before he adjusts his position. He grips your hips and pulls you up a bit before he starts thrusting again.

You reach down to grip his wrists and hold on as he fucks you with renewed vigor. He wanted you to get yours so he could get his. His thrusts in were hard and fast, but his withdrawal was slow. Making sure you felt every inch of him drag along your walls before you were suddenly filled by him again. It drove you crazy and he knew it.

“Cum mama, wanna feel you cum.” He frowns at his own words knowing he won’t feel you, you took that away from him.

“Faster baby!” You instruct as you free his wrist in favor of rubbing your clit. You start to clench around him but you don’t like the feeling of the sleeve. “Wait, pull out.”

He whined but did as he was told and looked at you. You got up and got a washcloth and wet it with warm water. When you returned to him you took the sleeve off and cleaned the lube off his cock. He still didn’t really have feeling in it but he was happy to have the toy off.

You let him stand and you can tell his knees were aching. You led him to the bed and laid down, spreading your legs. He didn’t waste time. He got between your legs and gripped his cock to line himself up. He slowly sank into you, frowning when he couldn’t feel you.

“Not fair mama.” He pouts but he starts fucking you. He didn’t bother with building up to the speed and roughness he had before he stopped, he just went right for it. The harsh snap of his hips had you swallowing your reply to his complaint.

“Fuck, make mama cum baby, make her cum all over your cock.” You start to claw at his arms where you were holding his wrists again. He hisses and grunts as he tries to get you off.

He breaks your hold on his wrist and moves his hand to press his palm to your lower abdomen, pressing your gspot down on his cock. He uses his thumb to rub your clit in fast circles. It's not long till you’re screaming his name as you cum. He keeps thrusting till you’re pushing him away.

He pulls out and sits back, rubbing your legs and till you calm down. “Mama?” He goes to ask if he can cum now but you get up and walk for the bathroom.

“Clean the toys and put them away, you can take the cock ring off too.” You start the water in the shower so it can heat up while you brush out your hair.

“But mama… Don’t I get to cum?” He asks with tears in his eyes. His cock was aching and red, he needed to cum so bad.

“Brats don’t get to cum.”

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melishade · 11 months

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war timelinehanji experimenting with aracmid and removing his T-Con

Previous Episode of the War Timeline

Hanji's gonna have a blast toying with Airachnid.

TW Torture. (I mean its Airachnid. Who cares about her? But I'm just putting it for others.)

Also referencing @justawannabearchaeologist and @echoblaze5 cause I did talk a little bit about it with them.

So the Autobots end up moving Airachnid to the neutral ship to lock her up there, cause that's the best place that they really have at the moment, and Hanji is just going batshit. They already took Airachnid's legs and melted them down for 3D blades, except for one that managed to remain intact. Hanji studies how it works and asks Airachnid for questions. She refuses to answer and Hanji just activates a shock collar until they gets what they want. Hanji has also managed to pry open her lower arm to see how her webbing works and has tried to replicate it, but has failed. Unfortunate for them. Seemed to be a biological thing.

Meanwhile, Airachnid was dreading every session that she had with the mad scientist. She could handle the interrogation with the Autobots. They were always too soft. But this human, they were something else entirely. The Autobots tried to find out Megatron's intentions, what Megatron was doing here, and what he wanted. Airachnid wasn't going to give up that information. It was the one thing keeping her alive. Airachnid tells Hanji that they still need her as a bargaining chip, but Hanji says that they're not that worried.

"Well, if the big bad Megatron really cared about you, he would've sent a rescue team to come and get you," Hanji explained, "Especially if you're Megatron's second in command. But you're here, alone, with no back up to speak of, chained up to a wall and no rescue team to come and get you."

Airachnid couldn't even flex her claws into a fist from how exhausted she was.

"I'm going to make a guess that Megatron sent you here to die," Hanji concluded, "If you somehow managed to come back, it would be a hiccup in his plans to get rid of you. If you came back with intel, I suppose he could justify keeping you around just a little bit longer. But if you didn't come back at all, well then I'm sure he already has a replacement for you."

"You still need me!" Airachnid hissed at them. She tried to spit acid, but nothing would come out.

"Doesn't matter if your dead or alive, you're still valuable to me," Hanji grinned, "Apparently, your form is quite uncommon among Cybertronian society, which is already fascinating enough. I've never had I titan that I got to play with that didn't regenerate, but had a whole new anatomy to explore."

Some of the Autobots are a little unnerved with how Hanji's doing their experiments. Ripping Airachnid apart piece by piece, shocking her to test endurance, testing a thunderspear out on her leg to see if it would come off (It did). Not Arcee, she has the popcorn ready. And she is loving this. Doesn't even have to lift a finger. But Erwin retorts that Hanji is right in their deduction of the situation. Megatron didn't come back for Airachnid, he wanted to get rid of her and replace her with someone else. So it's clear that Airachnid wasn't even well liked among her own party.

"That's an understatement," Arcee agreed.

"Arcee," Optimus warned.

"Starscream whined about her," Arcee told him.

Erwin states that as long as Hanji's doing it for their cause, they can go nuts. Hanji's eccentric, but Erwin's always had confidence in them that they'd never turn on the cause. They were always earnest in what they did, and still cared about humanity. Ratchet does bring up the concern in private to Optimus that Hanji's experiments is giving MECH vibes.

But Hanji does believe that some information about the Decepticons would be useful, perhaps scaring her into giving up that information would be good. They end up talking to Arcee privately and asking if she wants to help out with torturing Airachnid for information.

"I love you so much," Arcee declared.

"I'm glad we're on the same page," Hanji smirked.

So Airachnid is now face to face with Hanji, who's sitting with their legs crossed and grinning with delight. Hanji tries to be sweet, asking Airachnid to cough up the information, but Airachnid isn't going to give it up. She assumes that Hanji doesn't know anything, but Hanji drops the ball and says that they know everything: humanity not being extinct, the power of the nine titans, Marley all of it. And with the Autobots, they do know about Megatron and can just prepare for that. The Walls have done what they could with far less resources. Hanji states that they wanted to dissect Airachnid for parts, because that's what she's most valuable as to the Walls, but Optimus has always been so insistent on showing mercy, or possibly using Airachnid as a bargaining chip. But Megatron hasn't come back for her. What a shame. So Hanji's decided to just gut her right here and now, with Arcee's help. Arcee makes herself known with her blades already out. Hanji does explain that they're not going to kill her. They're just slowly going to break her down piece by piece until she's nothing more than a head and a spark. Lying on the wall as an ornament until their spark goes out. But Airachnid's parts won't go to waste; they'll just be used for their cause. It's not like Megatron wasn't going to come for her.

Now Airachnid is terrified, as Arcee is slowly approaching her, grabbing her chained arm and placing her blade against her joint. She's freaking out as Arcee presses against the cables. She's ready to cut and-!

"The Founding Titan can't be used by someone that isn't of royal blood!" Airachnid blurts out.

"Hold!" Hanji raises their hand to tell Arcee to stop, "Talk."

Airachnid then spills the information she found out: someone stole the Founding Titan and gave it to someone else: Eren Jaeger. But Eren can't use that power because he's not part of the royal family.

"But you wanted him," Hanji recalled from reports, "Why?"

Airachnid grew tense, causing Hanji to snap their fingers. Arcee began to press down, causing energon to spill and Airachnid to yell.

"Megatron has someone!" Airachnid cried out in pain, "Someone of royal blood that was commanding titans in Marley! He's been studying him like crazy!"

"He?" Hanji tilted their head, "Who's he?"

"Judging by the name, probably Eren's brother," Airachnid relented.

Hanji grinned as Arcee let Airachnid go. "You know, for someone who has torturing as a fetish, you really can't seem to handle it when it's thrown right back at you."

"Megatron will come for you," Airachnid seethed, "He'll come for you and destroy everything you care about before turning you into titans for his own conquest."

"Eh," Hanji shrugged, "Not really a change from all of my previous years as a Survey Corps member."

Arcee and Hanji leave, and Hanji can't help but gush at Arcee and how menacing she was. Arcee compliments Hanji at their tactical brilliance. She thinks it's great. The two relay this information over to the Survey Corps and the Autobots, and they all realize they need to find a way to the Decepticon warship and get this Jaeger out. Eren's kind of reeling over the fact that he has a brother. But a Survey Corps squad outside of the walls, with Bumblebee with them, report signs of a ship in the horizon coming to their shores.

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what WAS up with the mirrors??? the one in her bedroom looked like it shattered for no reason. like the obvious interpretation was that she distorted or misunderstood what happened but the next episode depicted the events exactly as she recorded them.

Hey there! That is the question :) I first thought they would backtrack, but I'm now actually glad they didn't... it does come across as a dissociative hint, but I actually think it's more trust issue. Here's my two cents: Claudia shattered the bedroom mirror with her scream, symbolizing her shattered trust in her guardians... her parents. They read her journal(!) and though only Lestat admits to fully reading them, we see Louis open her diary. We know that he read them, later (at least). She must have felt pretty violated, I know I would have. And... she must have known they would continue to. It's a line that's been eviscerated, never to come back. Trust was almost impossible after this. And I do not think she trusted Louis a lot more than Lestat, but she could read his thoughts. She could... reach him (manipulate him), whereas Lestat is waaaaaay too much like her, which is also why they butt heads so viciously. He calls her "Evil of my evil" in the books, and yes, she is. The mirror at the end of episode 5 is a callback to that scene imho. Again, something shatters that cannot be repaired. Trust, a sense of self and safety. They had problems, Lestat may have held her, both may have yelled at her, but their home was always safe. Up until that point she was bodily safe there. Now, I have written about how Lestat was, totally apart from the DV parts that were to follow (I am NOT taking away from that here, please don't misinterpret me here) a soft coven master. He has tried to keep them as human as possible. If they had been made (i.e.) by the coven under Les Innocents (before, ironically Lestat came along and upended it), she would have been locked in a coffin, put into the wall until she would have been strong enough in madness to claw herself out of it. Just... imagine. (Lestat was absolutely right to just... flip them the proverbial bird, tbh). But for the two vampires he's sired in the New World... this burst of violence was a life-shattering experience. And they had nothing to put it into relation to, nothing, which in and by itself, had been Lestat's intention. Not only to be confronted with the fact that Lestat kept things from them. And massive things. (Flying? Hello?) No, but also that they could de-facto do nothing about it if he didn't let them. There was no scratch on him, nothing, though both went at him. And a part of me wonders if that is why Louis kept charging him, too, because it must be horrifying to realize you have no chance. In hell. Literally. And we know Louis hates being powerless. (It is also quite the testament imho that Lestat lets himself get hurt by Louis in the next episode, but that is another subject and a beast in and by itself.) So when Claudia sits there, upstairs, and sees herself hurt... she sees the bloodshed. The destruction. Her physical and mental integrity got compromised by those supposed to protect her. The mirror ties it back to the initial violation. And she breaks. And the pieces of her are never fully healed ("there's a darkness in her that wasn't there before"). One more thing, others have said it as well - but from the moment that her parents read her diaries... Claudia's diaries were also a tool. She knew they would read them. She knew she could use them to manipulate. If (!) and when she actually used them like this may be up for debate, but for someone as clever as she was...

So from that first mirror on - she was no reliable narrator anymore either. Which makes the fact that this was from her diary... and under Armand's influence confirmed by Louis later on... it just makes it all very suspicious. (Why would Louis not remember Lestat flying/floating during sex? It's even repeated that they float a bit in episode 6, such a weird little detail to include. For example. I know, there's this joke as to it being too good to remember, but... seriously? And this getting thrown off heights is something both Lestat and (supposedly) Amand experienced (at Lestat's hand). Where is the truth here?) I do think the fight happened, I do think Lestat got carried away, to put it mildly, because in order for the events to have happened that everyone agrees on that happened... well. Something must have happened. And... imho - it is something that Louis isn't particularly keen on remembering. OR Armand thinks it's better he doesn't, as he so likes to do.

#asks #thank you nonny #sorry for rambling!#I hope I make sense #iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv meta #amc's interview with the vampire #amc's iwtv #claudia de lioncourt #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #just some thoughts #book spoilers #mirror #armand #ask nalyra

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I liked “Exes and Ohs” much better than “Seeing Stars”, even though I have a few complaints about the plot; it feels like season two is starting to hit its stride. We needed to put Stolas and his relationship with Blitzo on the back burner for a bit and get some time with the imps.

Live reaction-notes:

- The backgrounds of the IMP office raise so many questions. Blitzo why did you make a transphobic horse OC? How did you get a bust of yourself made?

(Immediate theory: A sinner who was a sculptor in life offered to make it as part of their payment. It makes sense that IMP would accept barter because sinners don't always have a lot of cash, especially when they're new. That would explain why we see new art around the office all the time.)

- Moxxie. My dude. MOXXIE. Loona does not think you are fat. She just knows it upsets you. There is no way you can logically disprove her bullying. Do not let her stress you into an eating disorder or keep you from enjoying food.

- Millie WTF? Did a human beat you in combat? That hasn't happened since back in episode 1. I want to know what has you so mad but I'm also now invested in the relationship drama going on over on that whiteboard. King Slut is going to get what's coming to him and Blue Cheese needs better taste in side hoes.

- Wouldn't it be funny if Millie's ex was - Nahhhh.

- What are those photos spilling out of the filing cabinet? Does IMP have a sideline in PI-style snooping? Is that...normal for furry cosplay sex?

-Oh, it's just Blitzo's porn stash. I'm sure Stolas would be into using those costumes and quite possibly they have, but I don't really wanna imagine it. But I do want to imagine M&M trying to alphabetize the collection.

- As most of us guessed, IMP was a regular hell-side hitman outfit before they got the book. It's interesting that Blitzo doesn't seem interested in taking local jobs anymore. Surely they could use the money.

- C for Crimson on the driver's cap, but no recognition on Moxxie's face yet. And we're goin' back to the Greed ring! (Moxxie said he was raised in Wrath, though, I thought. So he lies about his past.)

- Blitzo is still obsessing about M&M, but he's gone several episodes now without a single abusive rant at Moxxie. He is seriously trying to do better after "Truth Seekers".

- Loona really doesn't belong at this company, does she. Nobody acknowledged her existence except Moxxie this whole episode. I hope we see her find a place that suits her better soon.

- "Elevator Hangar 03". So even flights between Rings take the elevators. That suggests helicopters are what gets used, rather than planes that can't hover.

- Fizzarolli's adult clown look was modeled after Mammon, wasn't it?

- Uhh..is that demonstrative violence, or is it actually pretty hard to permanently kill an imp? Hmmmmmmm.

- You might wanna ask questions when the guy who was raised here has an immediate panic attack and starts yelling "No no no" as soon as you arrive, guys? Blitzo, how have you lived this long being this vulnerable to flattery and this unable to recognize danger signals?

- All the trophies on the walls reminding us of the murder family. (Are those little hearts between the succubus wings the ends of their tails?) Blitzo's "please do not ask me details about my lucrative circus career" expression.

- WHAT? CALLED IT I CALLED IT OMG wow he's an idiot he's just stepped in the door and I want him dead already. Did you just say "two big sex reunions"? Excuse me those claws do not look practical even if most demons are into pain play. If you were really a sex god you’d have a couple of them trimmed all the way down.

- Blitzo erupting in jealousy. Yes, there's someone who's fucked both of them and it was not you. At least you haven't also slept with Chaz (although I am putting that down to chance and not any kind of good taste on your part).

- Huge-eyed baby Moxxie! Mom in shadow, what is she holding? flowers? Blitzo how can you possibly be this slow on the uptake?

- I am distracted from the cute grenade moment by the aesthetic atrocity that is Chaz's tail. What. How do you put on pants. It does seem to have been an actual relationship, though, or at least a fling. Moxxie get that nostalgic smile off your face oh my GOD that wasn't nostalgia.

- "Draw me like one of your French imps", huh? oh. Oh dear. Millie is 1000% better than this dirtbag in every possible way, why are you regretting him at all?

- HI BLITZO! Huh, they let him keep his boots in jail. Loona surely does not have a babysitter. Was he that overprotective? Or was he bullshitting? If so, it worked, you can see Moxxie’s face change at the idea of this guy as a loving dad. (Which he is! It just...works better if people imagine Loona is a young kid.)

- I thought that might be what Moxxie sees in Blitzo. Someone who gave him a way out of his old life, someone who's proven trustworthy despite his flaws. Not quite sure how to interpret Blitzo's expression on hearing this. A mixture of touched and regretful?

- Yeah, you fuck him up, MillWHOA that is a level of rage I did not expect. What did Chaz do to HER?

- PFFT Blitzo reverses it because "horseless friendfucker" is what Chaz is as far as he's concerned.

- Is Blitzo thinking: I don't talk about my dick like that. Do I? Please tell me I'm not this fucking obnoxious. Oh god keep this guy FAR away from Stolas.

- What the FUCK, Crimson. Homophobia, contempt, abuse, you're clearly the whole package, but you redecorated with neon dicks to insult your son?

- At least someone's happy.

- We're consistently not seeing mom's face and it is weirding me out. ohno. Not hard to tell where this is going. oh NO.

- Moxxie's tenderheartedness in "Murder Family" isn't so funny anymore is it. Burn the fucking mansion down, Moxxie. Millie will help and I doubt Blitzo will be opposed. I didn't see them confiscate your phones, so text them.

- Chaz you are making Blitzo look modest and tasteful.

- I completely forgot we hadn't had a musical number yet. Can we - can we skip it this once?

- BLITZO

- Did he just say "chill the fuck out?" Is he not having fun over there because I really hope he is not. I hope this is the worst lay of your life, Blitzo.

- Well, he doesn't look like he had fun. At all. Was this a ploy? No, he’s just an opportunistic chaos gremlin.

- Uh. Moxxie I admire your spine here, but not your brains. How are you going to keep him from cutting bits off Millie until you give in? I certainly hope you did something useful with that phone earlier. (Spoiler: He did not.)

- Oh! Blitzo's feet are just shaped like heeled boots. Wacky.

- Now THAT'S more the musical number I wanted.

- Millie. 10/10 no notes. Perfection. I'm not even gonna ask how they had enough time to repaint the banner and retrieve Blitzo's clothes (you know he'll be back in his own coat next episode).

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss s2e3

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"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 15*

Chapter 14

Chapter 16

She's BACK!

I know guys, little break. But-- damn.

Episode 9 broke me. it BROKE. ME.

I'm still broken, but i'm persevering. Hell, I'm writing the rest of the show MY WAY.

Did my annoyance for Nancy Wheeler come out in this? Maybe. Did my opinions about certain parts of the episode come out? Absolutely.

Did I perhaps make a villain origin story? Mayhaps.

As you'll see, some scenes from "PAPA" are written straight out. [That "Never change Henderson? HAD TO BE IN THERE.]

Oh right, this covers episode 8 lulz.

BUT-- I'm pretty sure by the end of this chapter/episode, we will NOT be doing episode 9.

Not at ALL. We're veering off-road and heading a whole new direction.

SO, get ready for that!

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Eddie immediately started to run after Vecna, but Steve held him back.

“DUDE, you heard him!” Steve yelled. “We need to go,”

Edde stares off to where Vecna took you for a long time, tears welling up in his eyes, still unmoving.

“EDDIE!” Dustin yells down to him. “You’re not doing Y/N any fucking favors standing there!”

His words knock Eddie back to reality, he nods his head and climbs up the rope reluctantly.

When they’re all back in his trailer, he looks at all of them very seriously.

“Alright, we need to find this Eleven girl--NOW,”

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Vecna’s “Lair”-- The Kreel House in the Upside Down

You woke up stuck to the wall of the Kreel house, covered in vines. Vecna was floating above you, connected to a bunch of veins coming out of him, seemingly attached to the house.

“What the fuck--??” You whispered to yourself, trying not to panic.

The last thing you remembered, you were running towards the portal with Eddie--

Eddie.

“What the fuck did you to Eddie, skinhead?!” you yelled angrily, knocking him from his coma.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Vecna chuckled, floating back down to you.

“What did you--”

“Nothing child,” he put his clawed hands across your face, stroking your chin. “Your friends are fine, in fact they’re back home In Hawkins,”

“W-What?”

“Oh yes, they were more than happy to leave you here, in exchange for their release,” he smirked.

“You’re a fucking liar,” you spat. “Eddie wouldn’t just leave me here. There's no way,”

“And yet,” he gestures to you. “Here you stand in my home, and he’s safe at his,”

“You made him leave,” you shook your head. “Or Steve, or my brother-- there’s zero way he just left me here. I’m not stupid enough to believe your bullshit,”

“Ooooh, look who’s so smart,” Vecna chuckled darkly. “Alright, I’ll give you that. I may have stolen you,”

“Yeah, no shit,” you tried to keep your voice steady, but you were terrified.

“Don’t worry little one,” Vecna spoke weirdly soft to you. “I’m not going to kill you-- yet,”

“Yeah i know, you want to do it in front of as many people as possible, like a sicko,”

“No no,” he wagged a finger at you. “I’ve got my sights on much bigger things, my child,”

“My child?” you snorted. “My dude, i think we’re around the same age,”

“I mean as more in a disciple sort of way, my child,” he clarified.

“Ew,” you made a face.

“ANYWAY,” He speaks over you, getting visibly annoyed. “I have my sights set so much higher than just you,”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” he nods. “In fact-- I’ll show you,”

And then everything went dark.

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Eddie’s Trailer, Hawkins

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” Dustin paced Eddie’s living room more than ever, while Eddie was whimpering into his hands on his lap.

“Okay, can we not panic yet?” Nancy asked the group, who gave her a weird look.

“Not panic yet?” Eddie’s head shot up. “Not panic YET?”

“Whoa whoa whoa man, take it easy,” Steve held him back in case he lunged towards Nancy. “I mean can we just--”

Suddenly they heard an evil ethereal chuckle, and then a THUMP, as they saw you falling from the ceiling onto the mattress.

“Y/N!!!!” Eddie and Dustin both yelled your name at the same time, lunging forward at you.

You sat up groggily, coming out of the vision Venca had given you. When you were finally oriented, both Eddie and Dustin had you in a three-way bear hug on the mattress.

“E-Eddie?” Dusty?” You blinked several times, realizing you weren’t in the Upside Down anymore. Soon you had thrown your arms around the two of them, pulling them both tighter into you.

“You’re okay,” you can hear Dustin whimpering into your shoulder.

“Thank God,” Eddie mumbles into your hair.

The others just stare in awe at the reunion, getting emotional at the display. Nancy is, of course, the first one to speak. “Why did he let you go?”

“Seriously, Nancy?!” Now Dustin was the one to snap at her. Here they were just grateful you were alive, and she’s questioning it.

“I just wanna know what happened, is that a crime?!” she exclaimed.

“No, she’s right,” You rubbed the top of Dusty’s head as he and Eddie released you from the hug. “He let me go for a reason,”

“Which was?” Nancy asked.

“...He showed me his plan,” you started to tear up, remembering what you had just seen.

“Which is…?” She pried.

“He showed me things that haven’t happened yet. The most awful things. I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire, dead soldiers. This giant creature, with a gaping mouth. And this creature wasn’t alone, there were so many of them. An army. And thy were coming into Hawkins. Into our neighborhoods, our homes,”

You took a deep shuddering breath, looking at Dustin while putting a hand to his face.

“And then-- he showed me my mom. And Dustin. And Eddie,” you reached behind you and pulled Eddie closer into your back; he kissed the back of your neck.

“Okay, but-- he’s just trying to scare you, Y/N,” Steve rationalized.”Right? I mean, it’s not real,”

“Not yet,” you looked at him with fearful eyes. “But there was something else. He showed me the gates. Four gates. Spreading across Hawkins. And these gates, they were like this one,” you pointed above you.

“But, they didn’t stop growing. And this wasn’t the Upside Down Hawkins. This was our Hawkins. Our home,” you were getting choked up just remembering it.

“Four chimes. Vecna’s clock. It always chimes four times. Exactly,” Max spoke up.

“I heard them too,” you nodded at her.

“He’s been telling us his plan this whole time,” she sighs.

“Four kills. Four gates. End of the world,” Lucas says with a somber face.

“If that’s true, there’s only one kill left,” Dustin points out.

Jesus Christ…” Eddie whimpered, clinging onto you tighter. “Jesus Christ,”

“We need to try Jonathan again,” Steve said, looking at Eddie’s phone.

----

“It’s still a busy signal,” Max sighs.

“Well, maybe you punched it in wrong,” Steve suggested.

“I didn’t punch it in wrong,” Max rolls her eyes.

“Well, maybe-- I don't know,” Steve sighs.

“Dude, I think she knows how to use a phone,” Dustin tells him.

“I’m just saying, she could’ve typed it in wrong,” Steve shrugs.

Max lets the phone ring several times, then slams the receiver down once more: “Same shit,”

“How is that possible?” Lucas asks.

“I’m telling you, it’s this new telemarketing job Joyce has. Mike wont stop whining about it,” Dustin tells the group.

Yeah but this phone’s been busy for what, three days now? It’s not Joyce, no way. Something’s wrong,”

“She's right, it can’t be a coincidence. Whatever’s happening in Leonora can’t be a coincidence. It’s all connected,” Nancy finally speaks up. “But he can’t hurt them. Not if he’s dead. We have to go back there. Back to the Upside Down,”

“Nope! Nope nope nope nope NOPE!” Eddie shakes his head, pulling you into his lap while you’re both still sitting on the mattress.

“No no no, let’s think this through okay?” Steve puts his arms around Nancy.

“What is there to think through?!” She yells.

“We barely made it out of there in one piece!” Steve throws her hands up.

“Yeah because we weren’t prepared! But this time we will be. We’ll get weapons, and protection. We’ll find his lair, and we’ll kill him,” she explains.

“Or he’ll kill us! The only reason he let Y/N survive is because he wanted her to. He’s not scared of us!” Eddie stood up in protest.

“And for good reason!” Robin speaks up. “We were wrong about Henry, Vena, one, what are we calling him now?”

“Henry!” Steve says.

“Vecna!” Lucas cries.

“One!” Max corrects them.

“RIght,” she shook her head. “We’ve learned something new about Henry/Vecna/One, he’s a number like eleven, only a sick evil male child murdering version of her with really bad skin. BUt my point is, he’s super powerful! He could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight!

“So why fight fair? dUstin asked. “You’re right he's like eleven. We know her strengths and weaknesses,”

“Weaknesses?” Robin’s eyes furrowed.

“When El remote-travels, she goes into this trance-like state. I bet the same is true with Vecna,” Dustin explains.

“That's what he was doing in that attic,” Lucas thinks out loud.

You and Eddie look at each other, lost. It must have been when you were at your childhood home.

“Exactly! When he attacks his next victim, I'll bet you he's back in that attic, physical body defenseless. “ Dustin goes on.

“Defenseless? Yeah, what about the army of bats?” Steve points to his chest.

“Well, obviously we’ll just have to distract them,” Dustin shrugs.

“And exactly how do you plan on doing that?” you finally speak up.

“No idea. But once they’re gone, he doesn’t stand a chance! It’ll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin!,” Dustin smiles excitedly.

“That all sounds good in theory but there is no pattern to Vecna’s killings, at least not one I can decipher. We don’t know when he’s going to attack next, we don’t even know who he’s going to attack,” Robin paces nervously.

“Yes we do,” Max chimes in. “I can still feel him. I'm still marked, curse. I ditch these, I draw his focus back to me.”

“Max, You can’t. He’ll kill you,” Lucas takes her hand.

“I survived before. I can survive again. I just need to keep him busy long enough so you guys can kill him,” she squeezes Lucas’s hand, giving him a small smile before looking at the rest of the group.

“Just….whatever you do, don’t miss,”

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After discussing what kinds of weapons and defenses they need, the gang decides to go to a place Eddie suggests-- “The War Zone,”

Obviously, he can’t go in-- so you stay with him in your car while the others run in to get the supplies.

“Y/N,” Eddie sighs, taking your hands.

“....Yeah?” You raise an uneasy eyebrow, scared of his tone.

“Look I’ve been thinking about what Dustin said, about the bats?”

“....Yeah….” you don’t like where this is going.

“I think,” he took a deep breath. “I think i’m gonna need to be the distraction,”

“EXCUSE ME?” You have to let out a laugh of disbelief. “No, nuh uh. No way, not happening,”

“WIll you just listen baby, please?” He asks. “Look, bats are sensitive to sound, right? So I'll Just play Warlock, and--”

“NO, Eddie!” you cut him off. “That is just-- it’s not an option,”

“Y/N nobody else plays the guitar--” Eddie tried to ration with you.

“I DON’T CARE,” you raise your voice. “I-I don’t give a shit if someone else has to bang trash can lids together, you are not putting your life at risk for Nancy Wheeler’s sick pleasure!”

“It’s not her sick pleasure--” Eddie protested.

“No,” you cut him off. “But it’s her idea. You know, if she wants to go kill him so badly, why doesn’t she risk Steve’s life? Or, or better yet why doesn’t she call that stoner boyfriend of hers and get him to risk his fucking life?!”

“Y/N--”

“NO, EDDIE,” You raise your voice louder. “I don’t care what you think you’re accomplishing by putting your life at risk, but you are NOT being the fucking bait. Over my dead body,”

“Don’t say that--” He takes your hands.

“It’s true!” You insist. “I will die before I let you risk your life, do you fucking understand me?”

“Babe we’ve been through this--” he sighs.

“NO,” You grabbed his shoulders. “No. We said that we would both go on if the other died, like-- accidentally. Fighting. On our own volition. We did not agree to go VOLUNTEERING our fucking lives because Nancy Drew has a fucking God complex all of a sudden!”

“Y/N!” Eddie grabs your shoulders this time. “That is not what this is about. This is about me, and the fact that I ran once before, and I’m not doing it again,”

“Ran--” you laugh sadly. “Ran once before? You mean when some girl was MUTILATED in front of you?! You think that makes you what-- a, a coward?”

Eddie looks down, answering your question with his body language. You put your thumb under his chin and turn his head up to face you.

“That does NOT make you a coward, Eddie Munson,” you said very seriously. “It makes you human,”

“Whatever,” he sighs, looking down. “Whatever it makes me, I need to be better,”

“Better than a human being?” you laugh. “Uh no, honey, you don’t,”

“I gotta be a hero,” he says seriously.

“A hero?!” you stop laughing. “A hero? What do you think we’re actually in D&D now?”

“That’s not funny--” he mutters angrily.

“I agree,” you nod. “It’s not funny. It’s not funny to think you need to be a ‘hero’, Eddie. You know what heroes do? They DIE,”

“But--”

“NO,”

“But--”

Suddenly, the group came running out to the car at full speed.

“We gotta move!!!!” Dustin yelled as he jumped in your car and the rest of the group piled in Steve’s.

“What--” you looked at them in confusion.

“Jason and his goons were inside,” Dustin pants, as Steve’s car peels out of the parking lot. You immediately follow behind him.

“What are you talking about--” Eddie asked.

“He was buying guns, a lot of guns,” Dustin elaborated.

“Why?” you asked, still speeding behind Steve. “He thinks Eddie is dead, right?”

“Gee I don't know Y/N, I didn’t stop to ask him!”

“Okay, okay,” you sighed, looking at Eddie. “Sorry i asked,”

“So where exactly is Harrington headed?” Eddie asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine,”

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The Water tower Field

The group begins to forge their weapons and armor, as you watch on. You didn’t really know what you were going to be dong in this ‘plan’, so you didn’t really know who to join. You just sat back and watched your brother and Eddie making shields.

“How’s it feel?” Dustin asks.

“Light but durable,” He shoves the shield with nails on the front of it in the dair. “Deadly but reliable,”

“Hear me now-- there will be no more retreating from Eddie The Banished,” He says in a goofy voice, low enough so you can’t hear him.

“Hey you're really ready for bat-tle,” Dustin laughs.

He glances at you, and you just shrug.

“Get it?” he looks between the two of you.

You and Eddie just stare at him.

“BAT-tle,” he repeats. “B-A-T,”

You still both stare at him.

“No?” he sighs. “I really thought i had a good one--”

All of a sudden out of nowhere, Eddie charges Dustin like a wild man.

“What are you doing?!!!” Dustin wrestles free from him, and then charges him. “You son of a bitch!”

They’re yelling and laughing, wrestling each other until Eddie goes for his pants.

“No wedgies, NO WEDGIES!!!” Dustin screams.

Eddie laughs and grabs him in a hug: “Never change, Dustin Henderson,”

He looks over at you with a sad smile, before looking back at him: “Promise me?”

Dustin looks over at you, who looks just as confused as he does.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” He tells him.

“Good,” he smiles, “Good!”

“Good,” Dustin laughs awkwardly.

----

Eddie pats him on the back as he walks back over to you, your arms folded.

“What’s the matter, princess?” he asks innocently.

“What the fuck was that, Munson?” You narrow your eyes.

“Me…playing with your brother…?” He says in a confused voice, trying to grip you in his arms.

“Nuh uh,” you wag your finger in his face. “Don’t give me that. What was that ‘never change’, bullshit?”

“Babe--” he sighs.

“NO,” you stop him. “No i know what you’re doing, and you’re gonna knock it the fuck off Eddie, you hear me?”

“Y/N….”

“You don’t start spouting this sentimental bullshit to my brother, who worships you, like some kind of Mr. Miyagi because you think you’re not coming out of this thing alive,”

“Y/N come on--” he pulls you closer.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that’s not what you were doing, Edward Munson,” you challenged him.

“Princess,” He gives you a look.

“DO IT,” you say louder.

“Alright, fine, fine,” he sighed, throwing his hands up in the air. “So maybe I wanted to have some nice bonding time with my--- basically my little brother, and give him some words of wisdom before we head into hell,”

“You are not going,” you tell him flatly.

“Yeah alright,” he laughs.

“You’re NOT,” you repeat angrily.

“Y/N, seriously?” he scoffs. “There’s a difference between being protective, and emasculating,”

“Eddie--” you protest.

“No, you listen now,” he put his hands up. “If I wanna risk my life to help save this town, including your brother and your family, then I’m damn well gonna do it, with or without your permission,”

“But why?!” you argued. “Why the fuck are you trying to defend this town? This stupid hick-ass town who wants to burn you at the stake? Why are you willing to DIE for them?!”

“For you!” he shakes you. “I’m doing it for you, so you have a safe place to live--”

“I’m not listening to this,” you throw your hands up and walk away, but Eddie chases you.

“Baby come on--”

“NO,” you glare at him. “I don’t wanna hear anymore about you and this stupid plan. I’m never gonna be okay with this, do you get that? It’s not safe, and you’re dragging my brother and these kids into it, and Steve and Nancy and Robin have their heads up their asses, and--”

You stop mid-sentence when you realize everyone else has gathered to listen to you bitch.

“Why are you being like this?” Dustin asks, noticing the crowd. “Why are you the only one not on board with this?”

“BECAUSE APPARENTLY I’M THE ONLY PERSON WITH A FUCKING BRAIN!!!!!!” You scream.

“Or the one person without a soul,” Nancy scoffs.

“Oh fuck you, Nancy Drew,” you throw her the bird.

“No,” Nancy stood her ground. “This isn’t just about you, or Eddie, Y/N. Or any of us. It’s about our families, our town. You’re just too fucking selfish to see that,”

“Yeah well,” You scoff with a sarcastic laugh. “I’d rather be selfish, than dead. Thanks,” you throw your hands up and start walking away.

“....Y/N where are you going?!” Dustin calls after you.

“I’m not going to sit here and watch you idiots kill yourselves,” you yell back, not turning around.

“But--” Dustin looks at Eddie, who looks at the rest of the group, who looks back at him. None of them knew what to do.

Was this Vecna? Was he getting to you? Should they stop you?

“We don’t have time for her temper tantrums, Eddie,” Nancy stopped Eddie from running after you. “You know i’m right,”

“She’ll--” Dustin paused, watching you drive away. “She’ll be back. Just let her cool off, yeah?”

“Well, we’re not sitting around and waiting for her,” Nancy grabbed her sawed off- shotgun. “Let’s go,”

-----

Meanwhile

You drove and drove, muttering angry thoughts to yourself. They were all idiots, the lot of them. This town didn’t deserve anything less than being burned to the fucking ground.

And you were going to make damn sure that’s exactly what would happen.

----

The quartet had dropped Max, Lucas and Erica, Lucas’s little sister off at the Kreel house, as part of their plan. The next step was for Robin, Nancy, and Steve to head into the Upside Down, to kill Vecna while he tried to attack Max.

Your brother and Eddie had been assigned “bat” details. You knew exactly what they were ‘assigned’. Eddie was going to play his guitar and distract the bats while the ‘dream team’ killed Vecna, endangering both him and your little brother’s lives.

And you weren’t having it.

Eddie and Dustin pulled up to his trailer, seeing your car already there.

“See?” Dustin smiled, patting Eddie’s shoulder. “Told you she’d come around,”

“Yeah, I guess you were-- OHMYGOD!!!!” Eddie started to agree with Dustin as they walked up his porch, but when he opened the door, they realized they were wrong. Very very wrong.

You were taking apart Eddie's guitar. Actually, to be more specific, you were smashing Eddie’s guitar. To bits and pieces.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?!?!?!?!” He screamed, running over and kneeling before the pile of plastic that used to be his baby.

“I’m saving your life, jackass!” you scream as Eddie’s prized possession crumbles into a million tiny pieces.

“What the fuck is WRONG with you, Y/N?!” Dustin yells at you.

“You need to leave, now,” Eddie orders you.

“The fuck I will!” You stand your ground. “YOU are not about to put my brother’s life in danger, because some bitch tells you too!”

“Y/N!” Dustin yells. “Nancy isn’t a--” he stops. “Where are your headphones?”

“Oh shove it, Dustin,” you growl. “I’m not being Vecna’d. I’m worried about YOU! THat’s like, the complete opposite!”

“Look sis I get that you’re scared, but-- Nancy is right, you’re being selfish,” Dustin sighed.

“ Ohhhhhhh,” You chuckle to yourself, the audacity this kid had. “You better take that back, right now little dude,”

“No!” he shook his head.

“Baby, I love you,” Eddie took your face in his hands. “I do. I love you so much, and I’m-- I’m not saying Nancy is right, but-- baby you gotta understand. Come on, we-- we have to do this,”

“Right,” you laugh sarcastically. “Because God knows this for whatever reason is put on YOUR shoulders. LIterally no one else in this town has any fucking responsibility to take care of this--”

“We’ve done it before!” DUstin argued. “We’re doing it because we know what we’re dealing with, Y/N,”

“Eddie doesn’t,” you gestured to him.

“The fuck i don’t!” he was getting angry now. “Y/N, Chrissy died in front of me. She was-- she was ripped to pieces. I owe her to do this,”

“....Oh you did not just say that to me, you son of a bitch,” you growled.

“What?” Eddie asked, genuinely lost.

“...You liked that girl, didn’t you?” you narrowed your eyes.

“W-What?” Eddie suddenly laughs uncomfortably, glancing at Dustin who has a very worried look on his face. This wasn’t going anywhere good.

“Why else was she at your house, in the middle of the night, Eddie?” you snapped.

“She was--” he rubbed the back of his neck. “She was buying stuff off of me, okay?”

“Really?” you cross your arms. “Chrissy Cunningham, All-American Sweetheart? Was buying drugs from you? In the middle of the night?

“It wasn’t the middle of the night!” Eddie protested.

“....THAT’S what you’re defending?” you scoffed.

“Abort, abort,” Dustin mutters frantically.

“God you really must have a type, don’t you?” You laughed sarcastically, tears stinging your eyes.

“What?” Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Captain of the cheer squad? Most popular girl in school? ALL-AMERICAN GIRL?!” You shove him.

“God, it’s not even original, Eddie!” you scream. “See and here i thought i was special, that we meant something,”

“We DO!” Eddie began to panic; this definitely wasn’t you.

“No, we don’t!” You scoff. “Y’know, I felt bad because the second I left here, I let myself get caught up in ‘popular’ bullshit. Spreading myself around. Feeling I betrayed you somehow,” you laughed tearfully. “And come to find out you just replaced me with a clone!”

“That’s not fair--” Eddie protested.

“It is TOTALLY FAIR!” You scream. “You’re sitting here telling me that you would rather go into hell to DEFEND CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM’S HONOR, rather than stay here and be with ME,”

“That’s--” Eddie’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to process what you were saying. He didn’t mean it like that, he really didn’t. But-- you did have a point. “Baby, that’s not--”

“You look me in the eye and you tell me you have no feelings for her,” you looked him dead in the eye.

“I--” He looks at Dustin, who looks away. He’s staying out of it. “Sh-She’s dead, Y/N--”

“AND?” You bellowed, tears dripping down your cheeks. “If she wasn’t, would you be with her right now?”

“What?” He laughs. “No! I’d be with--”

“No, you wouldn’t,” you cut him off. “If Chrissy hadn’t been murdered by Vecna, I would’ve showed up to your house and you would’ve been banging the cheerleading princess!”

“That’s not--” he laughs nervously. “That’s not true. She’d never go for me--”

“OH MY GOD,” you screeched, lateral steam could blow out of your ears at any second.

“....Wrong answer, dude,” Dustin whispers.

“You know what, Eddie?” You grab your purse. “You do whatever you need to do to avenge Chrissy, the love of your life,”

“Y/N stop being so dramatic--” Eddie tried holding your hand.

“FUCK YOU,” You screamed. “Fuck you for acting like I’m the crazy one. Like I’m the bad guy. For caring about YOU. All you care about is avenging Chrissy,”

You turn on your heels, heading towards the door.

“And you know what? I hope you and her will be very happy together, IN HELL,” You storm out of the trailer, expecting Eddie to follow you.

He doesn’t.

---------

“...Prick,” you cry hot angry tears as you start back towards your car.

“I know, Princess,” you hear a low guttural voice behind you as a clawed hand graces your shoulder. “I know,”

“I can’t believe he was going to--” you cry harder, just thinking about him and Chrissy. Fucking Chrisy Cunningham. Stupid bitch. And Nancy Wheeler.

“Yes, they’re all horrible,” Vecna reads your thoughts. “But you know, you can still save Eddie and your brother from them,”

“...What?” you look up at him with curious eyes.

“Think about it, Y/N,” Vecna smiled evilly. “Eddie didn’t care about Hawkins, or anyone else for that matter, before he met those do gooders,”

“...Yeah,” you sniffled.

“And your brother never stood a chance, being friends with those ‘pure of heart’ friends of his,” Vecna went on.

“True.” you nod, letting him get to you.

“So, you help me, and I’ll help you,” he smiles.

“Help me?!” you laughed. “I’m sorry, have you or have you not been the one proclaiming I’m horrible and need to be punished?”

“Mmm, maybe,” he nods. “But i’ve decided i’ve got bigger fish to fry,”

“Meaning?” you cross your arms.

“Do I think you deserve to be judged? Sure,” he shrugs. “But, I have my sights set on much bigger things, and far more people than you and your boys,”

“So what does that mean?” you questioned him.

“It means,” he stepped towards you. “You help me take down Hawkins, and I’ll spare your brother and Eddie Munson,”

“...What?” You blink in disbelief.

“Oh come on, Y/N,,” Vecna laughs. “You know you’re salivating at that offer,”

“Why would you--” you start.

“I know you, remember?” he points to your head. “There’s no need to be anything else but yourself around me,”

“And who is that,” you ask.

“You’re special,” he replies.

“Special?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Like me,” he smirks.

“Like you?!” you laugh loudly.

“Think about where we’re standing, Y/N,” Vecna gestures between the two of you. “You had the good sense to get out of dodge while your ‘friends’ gather a band of misfit soldiers,”

“Oh, I see.” You laugh sarcastically. “I’m narcissistic,”

“You’re smart,” he corrected you.

“Excuse me?” you ask.

“A human’s primal instinct is human preservation, Y/N,” He explained. “Those idiots are calling you selfish for obeying your instincts,”

“....Yeah,” you nodded.

“They’re the problem, don’t you get that? That band of misfits are turning your boys against you,” Vecna pointed out.

“So…” you gestured with your hands waiting for him to continue.

“So, you help me, and I promise-- no harm will come to you or your boys. And I will punish them,” he smirked evilly.

“And how am I supposed to trust that?” you ask him skeptically.

“I suppose you don’t have to,” Vecna shrugs. “But you really don’t have any other choice, do you?”

“...No,” you shook your head.

“All you have to do is tell me their plan, and I’ll keep Dustin and Eddie safe,” Vecna held out his hand.

“You swear?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he smirks.

“Right,” you roll your eyes, but shake his hand.

“Good girl,” he smiles evilly. “Now, tell me everything,”

DId you just make a deal with the devil?

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things 4 #spring break 86

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Before the Storm

Okay so first things first before I even get my character properly dressed in this episodes gear I found myself attacked by some hired thugs outside the farmhouse. Luckily it was easily dealt with by Uthgerd and my farm workers as I was not dressed for combat. It turned out that the reason they attacked me was because of all that stuff I stole from the warehouse last time

Oops Still at least the chicken got some free entertainment

so first up after I got myself properly dressed I went back to Riften to talk with Tonilia about swapping out a piece of gear

before heading off to Riverwood to talk to Alvor about the events of Helgen that happened (checks watch) four in game months ago now. Sorry about the wait dude

I then made sure to take as much gear as possible from him and his shop to sell back later. (Which is how I got some of the new stuff own below ) I then set off towards Whiterun to start the quest properly

It was as I was riding that I decided to split the next quest Bleak falls Barrow into two as the current quest is rather short and Dragon Rising which happens after the Bleak falls quest is one that I always felt couldn't be put off. And so I decided that going through the dungeon and collecting the Dragonstone would be done this time and actually delivering it would be done the next time the main questline is chosen. Carrying on I quickly made it to Whiterun where I discoverd Dragonsreach

and met Irileth and the dialogue proceeded as follows

Before talking to the Jarl

After which the normal conversation between the Jarl, Irileth and Proventus happened. I just stayed nearby and spun the camera around waiting for it to end and I could go talk to Farengar and get the next quest objective.

Next I set off to Bleak Falls where I found a Frost troll along the path

Lovely Until finally reaching the dungeon itself.

My companions and I made quick work of the bandits around the entrance and we found our self swiftly racing through the dungeon. Although I did stop to watch the bandit kill himself in the puzzle room

Classic. The only things of note along the way to the word wall room was cutting down (well firebolting down) Arvel and then killing him before he could run away and get killed by a dragur. Why let the exp for killing him go to waste. And reading his journel

The next interesting part would be the claw puzzle which was as easy as ever

Before the final boss fight with the dragur overlord that was remarkably easy with three combatants (I didn't even use Undying ghost for this fight it went by that quickly). I then nabbed the Dragonstone and left the barrow thus ending this episode

Quests:

quest lines active: Bleak Falls Barrow pt2 and Dragon Rising (main), Speaking with Silence (thieves guild), Good Intentions (college of winterhold), Whispers in the Dark (dark brotherhood), Bloodlines (dawnguard)

quests started: The Grey Cowl of Nocturnal, A Soul Divided, The Rising Dead, Forbidden Legend, Guest for Dinner, Hendraheim, No Stone Unturned, Dawnguard, The Break of Dawn, When the Cat's Away, The Golden Claw

mic quests: learn more about the thieves guild from Delvin and Vex, return the queen bee statue to Delvin, return honingbrew decanter to Delvin, return east empire shipping map to Delvin, join the Imperial legion, join the Stomcloaks, Talk to the companion leaders for work, speak to the Jarl of Falkreath, speak to Constance Michel about adoption, participate in a drinking contest with Sam Guenvere, Bring a Dwarven arrow to Calcemo, visit the museum in Dawnstar, Find gold ore a mammoth tusk and a flawless sapphire for Madesi, Read Eltry's note

Places Discovered:

Dragons reach

Bleak falls barrow

Enchantment's learned:

Absorb stamina

Soul trap

Spells learned:

N/A

Shouts learned:

Force (Fus), Unrelenting Force

Apparel:

Enchanted heavy armour: Dwarven crown of Winter (Increases your stamina by 40 points. One-handed attacks do 15% more damage. Two-handed attacks do 15% more damage. Stamina regenerates 10% faster) Ward of Seasons (Increases Fire Resistance by 10%. Increases Frost Resistance by 10%. Increases Shock Resistance by 10%. Increases Poison Resistance by 10%) Iron gauntlets of Sure grip (Two handed attacks do 20% more damage) Dwarven boots of waning fire (Increases fire resistance by 30%) Dwarven shield of dwindling magic (Increases Magic Resistance by 15%)

Unenchanted heavy armour: Silver helmet Orcish plate armour Orcish gauntlets Silver boots Falmer shield

Enchanted light armour: Thieves guild hood (Prices are 15% better) Thieves guild armor (carrying capacity increased by 20 points) Thieves guild gloves (lockpicking is 15% easier) Thieves guild boots (pickpocket success is 15% better) Elven shield of Fire suppression (Increases fire resistance by 50%)

Unenchanted light armour: Scaled helmet Elven gilded armor Orcish scaled gauntlets Scaled boots Elven shield

Enchanted clothing: Shrouded hood (sneaking is 25% better) Shrouded robes (destruction costs 15% less to cast) Shrouded hand wraps (Double sneak attack damage with one-handed weapons) Shrouded shoes (Wearer is muffled and moves silently)

Unenchanted clothing: Fine hat Fine clothes Gloves Boots

Amulets: Amulet of Arkay (Increases health by 10 points) Amulet of Dibella (+15 Speechcraft) Amulet of Kynareth (Increases your Stamina by 10 points) Amulet or Stendarr (Block 10% more with your shield) Amulet of Talos (Time between shouts is reduced 20%) Saarthal amulet (Spells cost 3% less to cast) Gauldur amulet fragment (Increases magicka by 30 points) Gauldur amulet fragment (Increases health by 30 points) Necklace of minor smithing (Weapons and armor can be improved 12% better)

Rings enchanted ring (Increases health by 20 points) Muiri's ring (Created potions are 15% more powerful)

Weapons:

Forsworn bow

Crossbow

Orcish battleaxe

Dwarven greatsword

Elven warhammer

Ebony war axe

Dwarven mace

Honed Flamer sword

Dragon Priest dagger

Staffs:

Staff of Jyrik Gauldurson(Target takes 25 points of damage, and twice as much Magicka damage)

Staff of Magelight(Ball of light that lasts 60 seconds and sticks where it strikes)

Goblin totem staff (Lightning bolt that does 40 points of shock damage to healt and half to magicka, then leaps to a new target)

Staff of Sparks (Lightning that does 8 points of shock damage to health and magicka per second)

Steel staff of War (Elemental damage that does 4 points per second to health, magicka and stamina. Targets on fire take extra damage)

Staff of the Familiar (Summons a familiar for 60 seconds whereber the caster id pointing)

Wooden Staff of Shaming (Creatures and people up to level 8 flee from combat for 60 seconds)

Staff of Fury (Creatures and people up to level 4 will attack anything nearby for 60 seconds)

Forsworn Staff of Flames (A gout of fire that does 8 points per second. Targets on fire take extra damage)

Staff of Calm (Creatures and people up to level 8 won't fight for 30 seconds)

Staff of Frostbite (A blast of cold that does 8 points of damage per second to Health and Stamina)

When polling please be aware bows and two handed weapons will be included in the right hand poll while crossbows, staffs and shields are in the left. Also I have decided to implement a rule where if an option is chosen twice in a row for the next two polls it will be left out of rotation. This is to help to encourage us to mix up what we do a bit more.

#skyrim poll playthrough #skyrim #skyrim playthrough #not a poll #skyrim character #before the storm #bleak falls barrow #long post

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