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We've been talking for millions of years

Aziraphale was clearly taken by Angel!Crowley from the moment he met him. I think the 6000 years could be read as when the whole human breeding thing starts. Even God says there's been many nice days in the Garden. How many? The count didn't start until the day they left Eden I think. When we meet Aziraphale and Angel!Crowley in Before the Beginning, Earth was still an idea in the works. And the War didn't happen. Or Crowley surely would have been more cautious. So I hope they have met and talked and Crowley grumbled about how unfair it all was.

And Aziraphale tried to placate him that it will all work out somehow, there’s a Plan. And they kept meeting, Crowley showing Aziraphale the prettiest corners of the universe, Aziraphale telling Crowley exciting developments re: Earth.

I wouldn’t try to guess at how far their relationship has gone… maybe relationships of the kind we know now weren’t invented yet and still, these two loved each other without knowing anything about it. After all, no other angels seem to have ANY relationships of any kind. Apart from higher or lower levels of condescension towards each other.

Then the Great War came and tore them apart. After knowing each other for millions of years and their close more-than-friendship, their world falls apart. After all, Crowley tried to do the right thing. And Aziraphale did too but it wasn’t to be. Yet. But. Their story wasn’t finished yet.

Aziraphale is relieved when he’s sent down to Earth to guard the brand new humans from the demons he has heard that the damned angels have been turned into. He’s a bit fearful about the whole thing but glad to be away and keen, if a bit anxious to see the project he’s discussed/worked on for so long.

Crowley hates Hell. He hates it cos it’s not what he wanted or what he thought he was joining. He has been lied to. He’s not regretting his decision to turn his back on Heaven, no. He still thinks they’ve made too many crappy decisions. But he despises what the Rebellion became.

When Beelzebub asks for a volunteer to go up to the new planet and tempt the fresh innocent human couple into joining them, he volunteers, even if only to escape the claustrophobic walls and the mess nobody ever clears up.

Tempting comes easy to him. He imagines talking to his lost friend. ‘But why wouldn’t you try fruit from this one tree. What’s the problem with knowing things anyway? Wouldn’t you want to decide by yourself Eve? And Eve does make a decision.

Crowley’s worried now. Not for himself. He’s without hope but did he hurt humans by doing this. He didn’t mean to. He doesn’t really want them to go to Hell. Or Heaven for that matter. He only thinks they should be free to make their own choices. If only he had someone to talk to.

He spotted a distant angel earlier. Reminded him of, of… the light hair...anyway. They held a flaming sword but surely he can dodge that if needs be. He could just try for a simple chat. He has no idea how demons are talked about in Heaven. But he guesses the angel might just try to smite him. Worth the risk. Everything feels so raw and strange here. Maybe stealing a bit of familiarity will help him settle his nerves.

He decides to slither over and ask how the angel feels about what’s been done. Will they be furious. Hurt? Guilty? Oh. It’s him. It’s too late now. Always too late. It’s him. Aziraphale. Aziraphale. It is HIS angel. What is he going to do. FUCK! Well. No better way to find out. He could just tease him like the old times. What's the worst that can happen.

Shitfuck but he smells good. These new senses will take a while to get used to: “Well that went down like a lead balloon.” A lead balloon? Whatthefuck even is that. Oh for Someone's sake.

Aziraphale’s standing on top of the Garden wall, squeezing his fingers with worry - what exactly has happened. What has possessed him to give away his sword. Did he disappoint God? Heaven? It doesn’t FEEL wrong to help them. If only he had someone to talk to.

Another angel? What. A snake? Oh. Oh. They are changing. Could it be? His heart will surely explode into million pieces…!!!! A lead balloon?!? “Sorry what was that?” Does he remember me? I think he does. I think he does. He’s here. As lovely as always.

I’ll keep him safe. Safe. I will keep him safe this time.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #aziraphale my beloved #good omens thoughts #before the beginning #garden of eden #good omens eden #kaypost

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ao3cassandraic · 4 months

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As far as they can

At the end of the Job minisode, Crowley inaugurates Their Side by proclaiming Aziraphale "an angel who goes along with Heaven... as far as he can," parallel to his own stated relationship with Hell.

Only it... doesn't actually work that way. Their exactlies are different exactlies.

Crowley defies and lies to Hell as often as he thinks he can get away with it. He never disabuses Downstairs of their misconceptions about his contributions to human atrocities. He cheerfully lies in his reports Downstairs, something Aziraphale briefly turns on his Baritone of Sarcastic Disapproval about in s1. Crowley even turns evil homeopathic in the latter part of the 20th century, likely in hopes that it will look good to head office while accomplishing essentially nothing. (This, of course, is another way he Crowleys himself, both with the London phone system and the M25.) After Eden, Crowley's default given an assignment from Hell is to see how he can subvert it.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, defies Her and Heaven as little as he possibly can. Sometimes, as with his sword giveaway, his compassion gets the better of his anxiety. Sometimes, as with Job's children in the destruction of the villa, he can try to stay within the letter of the law by leaving the defiance to Crowley.

His default, however, is "'m 'nangel. I can't dis- diso -- not do what 'm told." This comes out most often as respect for the Great/Divine Plan, which to him is sacrosanct. He sounds quite sincere in s1 when he says "Even if I wanted to help I couldn’t. I can’t interfere with the Divine Plan."

Aziraphale quite frequently Good Angels along by parroting Heaven's party line, whether it's "it'll all be rather lovely" or "I am good, you (I'm afraid) are evil" or droning on about evil containing the seeds of its own destruction, or condemning Elspeth's graverobbing as "wicked" (a stance he offers absolutely no reasoned support for, no logic, no "but She said," not a word -- that's very Heaven; most of Heaven's angels have the approximate brainpower of paramecia). Maestro Michael Sheen even has a particular voice cadence -- I think of it as Sententious Voice -- he uses when Aziraphale is thoughtlessly party-lining.

When the angel's conscience wars with his sense of Heaven's orthodoxy but (and this is an important but) he can't feasibly resist whatever's wrong, he offers strengthless party-line justifications he clearly doesn't agree with (as with the "rain bow" in Mesopotamia) or resorts to a Nuremberg defense: "I'm not consulted on policy decisions, Crowley!" Once or twice, he's even vocally aware of Heavenly hypocrisy: "Unless… [guns]'re in the right hands, where they give weight to a moral argument… I think." This isn't Sententious Voice. It's I-can't-disobey-and-I-hate-that voice.

But at base, the angel prefers obedience (not least because it's vastly safer), and he'd rather have someone else do his moral reasoning for him. Honestly? Pretty relatable. I know lots of people like this -- hell's bells, I've been this person, though I grew out of it somewhat -- and I daresay you do too. Moral reasoning is hard and often lonely (since it can be read as self-righteousness or even hypocrisy) and acting as it dictates can hurt. Nobody would need ethics codes if The Right Thing was also invariably The Convenient Thing.

Many GO fans find these Aziraphalean traits frustrating! Especially his repeated returns to parroting Heaven orthodoxy! Sometimes I do too! (Not least because I'm rather protective of my own integrity, and it's cost me quite a few times. I'm well-known in professional circles for picking up a rhetorical spear and tilting at the nearest iniquitous windmill. I often lose, but I sure do keep tilting. Every once in a blue moon I actually win one.)

The key, I think, to giving our angel a little grace on this (beyond honoring the gentle compassion that is pretty basic to his character) is noticing how often he can be induced to abandon an unconsidered Heavenish default stance. As irritating as his default is, and as consistently as he returns to it, it's not really that hard to talk him out of it. Crowley, of course, is tremendously good at knocking Aziraphale away from his default -- he's had to be. But Aziraphale even manages to talk himself away from his default once, in the form of the Ineffable Plan hairsplitting at the airbase!

I think the character-relevant point of the Resurrectionist minisode is making this breaking-the-Heavenish-default dynamic as clear as the contents of the pickled-herring barrel aren't. "That's lunatic!" Crowley exclaims, when Aziraphale Sententious Voicedly parrots Heaven's garbage about poverty providing extra opportunities for goodness. Aziraphale isn't quite ready to let go yet, replying "It's ineffable."

But Dalrymple (who, I think, parallels Heaven, perhaps even the Metatron -- there could be something decent there, but it's buried too deep under scorn and clueless privilege for any graverobber-of-souls to dig it out) manages to break Aziraphale's orthodoxy by explaining the child's tumor.

Once released from his orthodoxy, Aziraphale can't be trusted to handle moral reasoning well; his moral-reasoning ability is not-uncommonly (though not always) portrayed as vitiated. When he gives Elspeth the go-ahead to dig up more bodies, his excuses are just as vacuous as they were when he was convinced of her wickedness. He knows that he's crossed Heaven's line, too, and just as at Eden it's worrying him. That's why he has to talk to Crowley to nerve himself up to help Wee Morag... only he spends too much time talking, and it's too late.

But Crowley can then talk him into bankrolling Elspeth toward a better life. Aziraphale doesn't even put up any fight, both because he's compassionate and because Crowley is temporarily taking the place of Heaven (he's even Heaven-sized and staring down at them!) as the angel's moral compass.

S1 has an even worse example of Aziraphale's moral wavering, actually. Crowley yells "Shoot him, Aziraphale!" and Aziraphale sure does try to murder Adam. Again, he's adopting his morals from the nearest (and loudest) convenient source. Madame Tracy, thankfully, has enough of a moral backbone to save our angel from himself and Crowley.

(With my ersatz-ethicist hat on: this is a fight between utilitarianism and deontology. Crowley is the utilitarian, which is actually a bit of a departure for him, but he's admittedly desperate. Madame Tracy is the deontologist: One Doesn't Kill Children. Aziraphale is caught in the middle.)

I wouldn't be surprised if part of the reason we start s3 with Aziraphale and Crowley separated is so that Aziraphale finally has to do his own moral reasoning, without Crowley's nudges. I don't think it'll be easy for him. It will absolutely be lonely. And it may well hurt.

But I will watch for it, because it's how he will become his own angel, independent of Heaven and even of Crowley. And he must do that.

#good omens #good omens meta #aziraphale #the resurrectionists #good omens s3 #s3 speculation #ethics #deontology #utilitarianism

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salty-croissants · 5 months

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Hello, I have a request

Since in the show that Rayman went to college before Eden and all that.

how about the reader and Rayman were good old "college buddies".

Thank you for the request !

I’ve actually been thinking a lot about making a story something with a similar premise , so this was definitely fun to write :D

Hope it turned out okay !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

friends to lovers ;

no warnings needed

So , as we know Rayman didn’t have it easy before Eden came along and made him a star :

pretty much nobody respected him , with people always mocking him and his appearance … sometimes even choosing to be more cruel by hurting him physically .

All this considered , I think Rayman struggled quite a lot to understand that you were showing him genuine kindness and didn’t consider him a monster like everyone else …

< Can you walk ? Here , let me help you … I’m sure they have something to patch you up in the nursery . >

< Hhh … why … why are you doing this …

Did someone dare you to be nice to me ? Is this a prank … ?

… it’s gotta be , right … ? >

< I understand why you’d think that , Rayman , it’s only natural after all you’ve been through … but I promise you , I’m not trying to take advantage of you in any way .

Now take it easy , just lean on me , it shouldn’t be very far … >

< … thank you . >

After he realized that you were someone who could be trusted , Rayman was simply overjoyed to finally have someone treating him like an actual person , and he quickly grew very , very attached to you :

he would sit beside you when you had classes together , telling you all about his dream of having his very own tv show one day and overall just feeling way more relaxed in your presence …

Tough I can definitely see him being absolutely terrified of boring you and making you leave him .

< Wait … oh god , I’ve been talking for so long haven’t I ?

Damn it - I’m so sorry y/n , we can change the subject if you - >

< No no , it’s fine Ray , don’t worry about it !

I like listening to you , and I really admire how passionate you are about making your show ! >

< You … heh , you mean it ? >

< Mhm , of course ! >

Since Rayman wasn’t exactly … popular among the other college students , you had a pretty hard time defending him from the constant bullying he was subjected to … sometimes even ending up hurt yourself .

While part of him felt happy to see that you were willing to stick with him despite everything , he absolutely hated the fact that you had become a target for mockery because of it … it was something he felt immense guilt about .

< y/n ! Are you okay ??

Your eye - >

< Oh , that ? It’s nothing … just wanted to teach a lesson to that guy that keeps calling you “alien scum” … I’m gonna be just fine Ray , trust me . >

< … listen , I really appreciate everything you do for me , but I can’t stand seeing you get hurt like this .

Maybe … maybe if we … >

< No . I know what you’re about to say . I don’t wanna stop spending time with you because of a bunch of … frankly , assholes .

I’m just … happy to be with you , and no one’s opinion will change that . >

< y/n , I …

Heh , thank you , thank you so much …

We should probably put some ice on your eye though , it doesn’t look too good . >

< Yeah , that sounds like a plan … >

It’s wasn’t long before Rayman started to realize that the feelings he had for you had become something different , and despite being incredibly anxious and worried he decided to try and bring that topic up one night :

you were both in his dorm , studying together like you usually did , but you noticed that he didn’t seem to be very focused on the papers … but on you .

< Hey Ray ? Is there something you’d like to tell me ? >

< Oh - uh … yeah , actually .

I’m just trying to find the right words to say it , since it’s … pretty big . >

You put down your pen , looking at your long time friend with curiosity .

< Well , as long as you’re comfortable with it , you can tell me anything .

I’m be more than happy to listen . >

Rayman smiled at you in response , grateful for your patience and your kindness …

Then he took a deep breath , and finally begun talking .

< Okay … okay .

You see , before I met you I was really starting to lose hope for … everything , really .

All alone , constantly judged by everyone for being different … but you already know all that , so I’ll cut it short . >

His eyes met yours , and the way his gaze softened when he looked wt you made you feel warm inside …

After all , Rayman wasn’t the only one who had developed feelings over time .

< Then you came along …

y/n , you gave me a reason to keep pursuing my goals , and … I know this might sound very dramatic , but you also gave me a reason to … well , live .

Words wouldn’t be enough to describe just what a wonderful person you are , and having you by my side is something that I’m always going to be thankful for . >

He then looked away for a moment , bracing himself for the most important part of his little speech …

< … but it’s more than that .

y/n , I know this is very sudden and I understand if it’s too much to handle … I really should’ve planned this all better , but …

*inhale* … I love you . >

There was a moment of silence following that sentence , and right when Rayman was starting to worry about just how uncomfortable he had made you , his widened the moment you leaned closer to place a gentle kiss on his cheek .

< I love you too , Ray . >

< Wait - you … really ? >

He couldn’t believe it … you actually loved him back ?

A joy he had never felt before overwhelmed him , and when he wrapped his arms around you to hold you in a tight embrace Rayman truly felt home … despite being so very far away from his own home .

< Oh y/n … I’m so happy , I’m so happy you feel the same …

I know there isn’t much I can do , but I promise you I’ll be there for you the same way you’ve always been there for me . >

His words were so loving and sincere , and when your lips finally met in a tender cascade of kisses you felt like both of your lives were going to be different from that moment forward …

As long as you and Rayman stayed together , there was nothing that you wouldn’t be able to face , even if the whole world was against you .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #gender neutral reader

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libby-for-life · 28 days

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I have an idea for adam is demeter au.

And before we go anywhere. Basically, lucifer is yandere for adam, and I went for the version of where persephone loved hades or something. Remember, there are multiple versions of the story. I just picked one that was the best for this.

So basically, at the hotel with zeus, hades, lucifer, and the others.

They are just talking about whatever you talk about. When zeus starts bragging.

Zeus: You know I am not scared of anything

Hades: Oh, not this nonsense again

Zeus: Yes, it is true that nothing can hurt us and we killed our father

Charlie: Wait, you killed your father a god!?!?

Zeus: yep!

Hades: How did we get here in this type of conversation!

Zeus: Well, as i would love to talk about how amazing I am, I got a date in 20, so let hurry up

Lucifer: Don't you have a wife?

When all a sudden the door is kicked open

Zeus: ohhh shit-

Adam: oh zeus you have a lot of nerve for letting my daughter get kidnapped!

(Adam is wearing a hood, so nobody can see his face. Why? Because for shock points later on and a nod to his exorcist mask)

Zeus who sweating and looking sacred: Well dear, we all know it was gonna happen. I just speed up the process.

Adam: Oh, now you are getting it.

Adam ran at zeus and started to fight him.

Hades who just pale looking around the hotel to either hide or run.

Persephone walk out a room with niffty

Persephone: mom, what are you doing!

Adam: oh my baby

Adam runs and hugs persephone. Adam hood is still up so nobody see his face just yet.

Persephone: well mom you okay.

Adam: Yes, sweetie.

Persephone: I have so much to tell you. So the king of hell and his daughter, I think, own this hotel, so hades decided to take us here. And the check the place. The king name is lucfier, and he decided to adopt me or something, but then zeus showed up soooo this little creature named niffty took me, and she made me a bug crown.

Adam: wait hades!

Adam turned around and saw a pale hades hidden behind the pot of plants next to what seemed to be a bar with two people, a cat, and a tall spider.

Before adam could rip off his head. Persephone stopped him.

Persephone: please mom I love him

Adan: fine! Because out of his brother's I respect him the most.

Persephone: yay!

Persephone run up to a pale hades.

Persephone: we getting married!

After everything went down, Adam took down his hood.

Adam: Sorry everyone, I would have done it earlier, but I had to kick zeus butt and the hood made me more scary.

Lucifer is being shocked that he met with the crush he had back in Eden that total wasn't yandere.

Hades had never felt more terror in his life.

Lucifer is just thinking of all the ways he can get Adam to stay. Permanently. He wasn't going to lose him again.

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #yandere lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #send asks #greek mythology

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phyrestartr · 6 months

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OK POLL ON THE NSFW FICS LOL

Zombie Apocalypse AU

#NSFW, reader has an exhibitionist kink, Miguel's a geneticist, reader's a cop, hurt, comfort, infidelity, cheating, mentions of depression and trauma, things work out in the end, nobody dies

He called you again.

And this time, you answered.

Miguel's heart jumped. "(Name)?"

"Babe?" You sounded like you were panting, like you were straining against something. "Are–are you okay? Where are you?" A string of coughs punched out of your lungs in rough staccato, pinching Miguel's nerves with every ghastly beat. He was scared. Why was he scared?

"I--I'm," Miguel stammered, still unable to have that conversation, still too much of a fucking coward in the end. "Does it matter?"

"Just keep the doors locked," you continued. "Keep 'em locked, and…and I dunno if you're in a tower or a house or fucking whatever, but don't leave until things get quiet." You picked yourself up from the ground, Miguel could tell by the scratch of gravel echoing wherever you were. "Don't get bit. Don't help anyone who is bit. Put yourselves first."

"But, I–you–do you have Gabi?" Panic gripped his throat as jets flew overhead, high above the city. The engines roared a gruesome apology, a sound Ouranos himself must have created when his own children slew him, so filled with godly enmity.

Then, molten death rained on the city. Miguel stared at roaring explosions dotting the cityscape, watching pillars of flame feed into the world's chaos. His hands trembled when the same carnage screeched through your phone.

"I'll find her. I-I promise, Miguel, I'll find her and--and I'll–shit."

There was gunfire. Gunfire encased in wild snarling. It devoured the crack of plastic hitting concrete, the noises you gasped out, the–

Silence.

Simple Things [3]

#NSFW, Miguel is HORKNEE

"There–There," Miguel gasped, hips stuttering against your grip, fighting you for a faster tempo. Deliciously curved talons screeched against the lab's stage console while another set hooked into your shoulder, pulling a breathy, staccato laugh from your chest. That sound, that music, tortured Miguel more.

"Here?" You hit that spot again, and his thighs cinched into the dip of your waist with the cruel tenacity of a corset. Your hips rocked against him languidly, grinding against his sweet spot time after time, driving him to infinite, molten ecstasy.

Blood beaded under his clawed hold as he growled softly, flashing the barest amount of fang. "Shock–please, just–(Name)." It'd almost sound like whining if Miguel hadn't decided he was demanding your cooperation instead. He didn't whine.

Your mouth found his in a soft, sweet kiss, before your impish smile branded his lips. "I know, baby," you cooed into the warmth of his skin, humming past any precious gasp or moan you pulled out of him. "I'll get you there, just trust me, yeah?"

The warmth in your whispers unknotted the coil in his stomach. Your name caught in his throat at an odd angle, drawing it thin and high and strained behind clenched teeth. It must have been a death rattle, the last gasps before he found his Eden amidst the white fire in his veins, and never came back.

Your hand on his cheek grounded him, brought him back to Earth enough for his wine red eyes to flutter open and catch your mouth moving, uttering words he couldn't grasp while you reached towards your own undoing. He watched your lips, filling in the words he failed to hear beyond the drumming of his heart beating: you're beautiful, you're so good for me, I love y–

Beep. Beep. Be–CRUNCH.

Miguel's talons decimated his phone as his eyes snapped open. He breathed hard through his nose, his broad chest heaving with every rattling inhale while he came down from that soul-shattering high. Sweat clung to him, his sheets found themselves with new tears, oh and his boxer briefs–

Really, Miguel?

Miguel x F!Reader

#NSFW, hurt/comfort, fears of rejection, coming out, thoughts on gender identity, NB girlies rise up I'm one of you, resolutions, Miguel's a good boy

Miguel loved you. You loved him. It was simple.

Only, it wasn’t. Not for you.

Shame ate you every time you felt his embrace, every time he filled you with a searing heat only he could control in your tumultuous, all-feeling heart. That self-condemnation didn’t come because of who you were, no, but because of what you couldn’t tell him, what you were too afraid to tell him.

But you could cope, you always had. Did it really even matter, anyway? Did you need to bring that out into the world, to declare you were someone more nuanced than the snarky, kind woman he fell for? Was it worth it to walk and breathe, to sing and smile, to love and dance in the truth of your ipseity if it meant losing your one and only, your partner for life?

You didn’t know. You didn’t know if love would welcome the truth.

You didn’t think the ceiling would hold the answers either, as much as you stared up at it that morning, hoping for an epiphany. The heels of your palms dug into your eyes while you sighed a shaky, weak sigh, and found the strength to roll out of bed. Or, well, at least sit up.

“Heeey,” Lyla chirped as she flickered into being beside you. “Everything cool, buddy?”

You tried a smile and nodded. “Yeah. Everything’s cool. I’m cool. It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

“Yeah, I get that. It happens, so don’t sweat it, alright?” The digital Tinkerbelle gave you a reassuring, glitchy smile as she made a show of patting your arm. “Is it ‘cause of last night?”

You grimaced, and Lyla nodded judiciously.

God, you didn’t want to remember that. Bursting into tears just because he said he loved you was just–it wasn’t exactly how you wanted it to go.

Brother's Best Friend

#NSFW, Reader has a brother, mentions of alcohol and pot, consensual sex, car sex, Miguel gets embarrassed, reader is built different

"Who is that?" Miguel asked over the howl of party-goers and raucous music. He held his shitty beer in one hand, and a weird concoction of juice, something and something suspicious in his other hand. A very college moment for him.

Seb glanced at who Miguel gestured to with the tilt of a chin, and he burst into drunken laughter.

"Dude. No. Nooo no no, nope. That's–nyope," he answered, very helpfully. "Just very no."

Miguel rolled his eyes as his best friend's girl kissed him and stole away Miguel's chance of learning just who the alt weirdo lounging on the couch was. Christ, people in love were so fucking annoying.

"Why, what's his baggage? Drug dealer? Academic dishonesty?" Miguel took a deep drink from the red solo cup and made a face. "Fuck, what the hell is in this?"

Sebastian let his girlfriend kiss his neck as he graced Miguel with an answer. "That's my little brother, dipshit. You remember (Name)? I've only mentioned him like a thousand billion times."

"Huh," Miguel sipped his beer this time. (Name). Through the haze of booze and the boom of the bass, Miguel did somewhat recognize that name. He didn't know you had such a pretty face, though. He didn't think you'd have such a nice body, either.

Seb smacked his friend's shoulder. "He's sooo off-limits, dude, so off-limits."

Miguel scoffed, brandishing an arrogant smirk on his handsome face. "Says who?"

"Says me, you fucking whore–you're not going to stick your horse dick in my baby brother, you got that?" And he sounded serious, but Miguel didn't really care much. "Hey, hey, if you fuck him, I'm gonna rip your cock off and shove it up your ass and then light you on fire, Miguel. I'm so fucking serious.

"Baby," Seb's girl cooed, "why don't we go wind down a little, huh? I think you need to lay down and cool off."

"Yeah, go lay down, Sebby," Miguel chided.

"I–but I–okay, I'm gonna go do a 'lil nappy nap," he started, letting his girl drag him away from his arch nemesis, "but when I come back, you better've not cum in my brother, you hear me, O'hara?"

"Bye bye, sweet dreams," Miguel called instead of answering. He downed the cursed solo drink as soon as Sebastian was truly spirited away, and he made his way over to you.

ABO-verse

#NSFW, alpha!reader, omega!miguel, courting, reader is a respectful boy, miguel's a spicy omega

You were kind, gentle, and strong.

Miguel was temperamental, stubborn, and even stronger.

Together, you complimented one another quite nicely. Even your biology sought harmony--one presented omega, the other alpha.

Things got tricky around base when Miguel's heats rolled around. He'd become irritable, quicker to choose violence, and more standoffish than usual–an uncommon set of traits for an omega, but something very uniquely him.

The other omegas, Miguel noticed, became too cutesy, too touchy, too needy for whatever alpha their body demanded, and Miguel loathed it. Loathed it because he had to watch everyone throw themselves at you and beg to be yours. He watched them keen and purr at you, bringing you food to prove they could provide. They gave you gifts, promises of kids, declarations of love, but you calmed them and gently redirected their passions elsewhere. Truly a formidable show of strength.

But you were still human.

The first time Miguel slipped up, you were in his lab together, going over anomalies, assigning medical staff to each team, when your back straightened and you looked around, nostrils flaring and eyes widening in surprise. Miguel caught you leaning in and inhaling his scent before you wrenched yourself back and tried to act natural, rubbing your nose and clearing your throat.

“I, ah–I think your heat’s on the way, Miguel,” You mumbled quietly, despite there being no one else around to hear. Your hand worried at your mouth, rubbing soothingly. “If you want to–If you need to take a break to–”

“Yeah, I–just give me a second. I'll be quick.” But he’d gone out of his way to touch your shoulder, to give it a firm pat to test the waters, before he headed to another room to deal with the burgeoning issue. He’d felt your eyes shyly follow him as he left. It was quite…cute. Endearing. Inviting.

After that, not much happened. You had regained composure when Miguel had come back, and business went about as usual.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #atsv imagine #atsv reader insert #male reader insert #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x male reader #atsv male!reader insert #atsv x reader #atsv x you

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harrowharks-iliac-crest · 11 days

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A few things strike me about Cytherea.

First, her personality as described by the other Lyctors (including John) doesn't seem to match what we saw in Canaan House. She was sweet, self-sacrificial, hardworking. Hardly about to spear a teenager through with bone.

There's one section when they're discussing how to take down a Resurrection Beast, this is said:

“Send a Lyctor to penetrate the layer, plant the bomb close up. I’ll do it, if courage fails in the hearts of my elders.” Ortus said, “Tried that,” and Mercy said, “Cytherea was mad for weeks. And I do not mean mad cross, I mean mad insane. She didn’t even touch on the surface.”

Even looking at Resurrection Beasts hurts Lyctors:

It is here! The Resurrection Beast is come! The seventh colossus, brood of that which murdered Cyrus the First, packmate of that which murdered Ulysses the First, the one and the same that Cassiopeia died for. Oh, God, John, sometimes I wish I were capable of dying—I saw it! I saw it, and it is blue like Loveday’s eyes! It knows what you did to its kin, and it sees my cavalier’s mortal soul burning in my chest!”

-Mercy, upon looking at the RB for like a second.

Blue like Loveday's eyes - Cytherea's cavalier. (Neptune?)

We don't know which RB Cytherea tried to get to the centre of. It could have been this one, or another one. She was "mad for weeks". The Resurrection Beasts hunt those that have committed the "indelible sin" of Lyctorhood, most prominently God himself. They impress upon Lyctors the weight of their guilt.

What if Cytherea went too close, saw the weight of her guilt, and went mad from the cognitive dissonance between what she'd been told her entire life, and the deep, universal knowledge that resurrection, Lyctorhood, and basically everything John and the Empire were doing was wrong? What if she came out of that firmly believing in the mission of Blood of Eden, deeply understanding of their inherent bigotry against all necromancers?

How long ago was this? Did it kickstart the cooperation between Lyctors and Eden, or was it already established at this point?

Is this why she turned up at Canaan House, with the aim to kill the would-be new Lyctors?

(Nobody here seems to care about not killing children very much.)

Speaking of, let's talk about some more of the kids. Harrow's next.

>> Next: Harrow

#tlt liveblog #the locked tomb liveblog #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #tlt theories #no nona the ninth spoilers please #cytherea #cytherea the first #cytherea loveday

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨Angel in Panic✨

Part 1: Angel in Disguise || Part 2: Angel in Distress || Moodboard

Summary: It has been eight long, exhausting but beautiful months. Yet, what happens when the baby comes earlier than expected, even though nobody is ready for it? Not even you? BONUS: of course, Bob is here.

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: Pregnancy, fluff, and a helluva fun

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Jake had never been a heavy sleeper. The slightest sound would make him jump from the bed, heart pounding in anxiety. The slightest seconds spent in paradoxical sleep would turn into excruciating nightmares. Yet, the day you both fell in love he found a way to soothe his parasomnia. He would simply look at your peaceful face, and brush your angelic features with his fingers tips, a tender smile stretching the corners of his mouth.

A faint complaint escaped from your juicy lips as his thumb gently fondled one of your cheeks. Jake never thought he could be something else than a heartbreaker. At one point, he was pretty sure death would reap him during a flight mission before he could build a stable relationship and a family. But you came, and you wrecked all his plans like a boisterous kid kicking a sand castle. Here he was, cuddling with you, his divine sleepy girlfriend, who was eight months and half pregnant. He was a lucky man.

“Aouch!” You suddenly cried, snapped from your sleep by an abrupt painful sensation in your uterus.

“Hey Eden, are you okay? What happened?” Jake straight up sat on the bed and brought a caring hand on your lower - he knew you often felt sore there because of how heavy was your pregnant belly. His beautiful green eyes rendered a tad darker by twilight passing through the windows’ blinds, shone with worries. Blonde brows furrowed, the pilot gently raised your chin to make you look at him.

“I- I guess I’m okay? I felt a sudden pain in my belly. I guess the baby must have kicked me.” You said after a while. A relieved smile enlightened your face when you looked at him, for no other surge of pain occurred. Feeling better, you let your body fall back on the comfortable mattress and Jake followed. He was leaning over you, lying on his side and leaning on his forearm.

“Looks like he already has his mother’s strong personality.” He teased, his huge and warm hand pressing gently on your belly. The sensation was so pleasant that it felt like it alleviated the weight and pressure your body was experiencing. You rubbed your drowsy eyes, your lids still blurred by the Sandman’s magic sand.

“Or he is already as annoying as his father.” You said, one brow raised and a sharp smile on your face. “I tend to think it’s the second opt-” Words choked in your throat, for Jake’s warm lips collapsed against yours to keep you quiet. You laughed while kissing him before parting your lips to let the pilot’s fury tongue waltz with yours. You have been sleeping together for two years and still, Hangman’s kisses managed to leave you shaking, wanting for more. A shiver ran down your spine, soon followed by a wave of warmth spreading through your body. Now that you were both awake, why not enjoy a steamy love session? Words were not needed; you understood that Jake had the same intent when his free hand slid under your t-shirt -in fact, it was one of his shirts you had stolen from his wardrobe- and ran up your soft body until it reached one of your swollen breasts.

“Come here, you sexy mama.” He cooed, his enamored grin so large that his eyes squinted.

“Aouch!” You cried out for the second time. Jake backed up in one sudden movement.

“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry babe!” He said, surprised. Contrary to all expectations, Jake Seresin was a caring boyfriend. He would stop at the slightest sign of protest, making sure you are okay with everything he does and taking care of your well-being before his own needs. Not that he could not be wild in bed, though, but the after-care was always incredibly soft.

“No, no, it’s my belly again…” You sighed, bringing a trembling hand to your forehead. “Jake, can you bring me something cold to drink? Got a sudden hot flash.” Part of the pregnancy ride, you thought. Jake nodded and got up from the bed, the pale moonlight underlining his back muscles and making his slightly sweaty skin shine. He put his gray sweatpants on and opened the room’s door.

“Need something else babe?” He asked, looking at you with his eyebrows frowned. He was worried for you, even though he tried to be rational: you were pregnant, so suffering from a few discomforts was a completely normal thing. You shook your head: all you wanted was a glass of freezing sugary drink with plenty of ice in it to cool down your blazing body. The tall blonde pilot left the room - the noise of his hurried footsteps faded away.

You whimpered, as another surge occurred in your belly. This time, you started to worry. Anxiety creeping in, you sat on the edge of the bed and buried your face in your hands, trying to keep calm. Why did you hurt? You had three weeks of pregnancy left, and never you had felt such weird pain. It was not that excruciating, but it was definitively unpleasant. And more than being unpleasant, you feared for your baby. Oh no, now you regretted asking Jake for a cold drink, all you wanted was to feel him by your side to chase your worries away like he always does when you started panicking.

“Erm, hello?” A soft and masculine voice made you jumped from the bed.

“What theeee- Bob! Damn! You want me to have a heart-attack or what?” You said, shaking your head as you recognize the WSO’s pale face. How the hell was he so stealthy? You did not even hear the door’s opening and God knew the door usually creaked.

“Well, I got up from my bed to go grab some snacks and- I don’t- I don’t know why I thought about you and the baby, you know?” The tall man, slightly stuttering, awkwardly readjusted his glasses on his nose “And I wanted to ask you if you had already packed your hospital bag.”

“My what?” You said, still confused by his sudden appearance in your bed room. Even though Jake and you brought a flat near the naval base, you liked sleeping in his military bedroom when he was working late. The place was reassuring for you, and so was the jetfighters’ noise outside. Top Gun was your real home- after all, you were still a pilot. A pregnant one, sure, but also a fierce one.

“Your hospital bag. I feel like you should do it now.”

“Listen Bob, I’ll probably pack my stuff tomorrow. You know there’s still three wee-” You could not finish your sentence, for another pain hit your belly. “Oh shit, here we go again.” You winced. This time, it had been more bearable.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just the baby.” You retorted, waving the topic off.

“Oh my God, you’re gonna give birth now.” Bob said, his eyes widening almost comically behind his glass. You shook your head, laughing quite nervously.

“Don’t be stupid. Lemme tell you something: if what I have are contractions, well that’s not that bad. I barely felt- AOUCHHHHH!” You could not finish your sentence, for this time you felt like someone had just punched you right in the guts. Even your periods' cramps were usually not that brutal. pressing your arms against your belly, you curled and looked at Bob, despair and fear in your eyes. Bob was standing still, eyes even wider and face paler than usual.

“You- you-” The WSO could barely speak.

“Oh my god, ohhh my fucking God the baby is coming!” Your voice was cracked- Water breaking. What the hell was happening? You could not be three weeks earlier, could you? Or maybe Jake was right when he told you Bob was some kind of paranormal creature or wizard, for it all started when the WSO told you about the hospital bag.

“Babe, got your glass of-” Jake froze at the door’s frame, his sight catching Bob standing in the middle of the room staring at you as if he had just seen a ghost, while you were panicking on the bed. One quick glance was enough for him to understand the whole situation: the pool at your feet, the sudden pain in your belly… All became clear. At such a revelation, Jake’s hand released the glass and it dropped on the floor, breaking into big fragments.

“OH MY GOD JAKE SERESIN DO SOMETHING!” You yelled, panicking.

“BOB DO SOMETHING!” He yelled too, turning towards Bob.

“ME??? YOU are the father Bagman!”

You facepalmed, unable to believe the utterly stupid conversation your boyfriend and Bob were having right in front of you while you were about to give birth. Another cry escaped from your mouth, snapping Jake back to reality.

“Alright, alright!” He said to himself, shaking his head. Without a single hesitation anymore, he rushed towards you and carried you bride-style, “I’m going to bring you to the hospital! Be strong babe, Do you think you can do that? Be strong just for a little while and I swear everything’s gonna be fine.”

“I’m- I’m going to pack her hospital bag quickly while you bring her in the car.” Bob suddenly woke up from his lethargy, already running to your wardrobe. You sighed, slightly relieved as the two men finally took care of you. Your head fell against Jake’s muscular chest. He was about to leave the room with you in his arms when you told him to stop.

“What?” He asked, worried. You turned your head to look at Bob.

“Thank you Bobby. Thank you.”

Well, that was going to be a hell of a night …

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1 prompt used from @marvelhead17’s pregnancy prompts

#hangman imagine #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #top gun fic #hangman x you #hangman fluff #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick x reader #tgm imagine #tgm fic #robert bob floyd #bob top gun #Angel in

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finethingswellworn · 9 months

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Re-watching the Job episode today and...

Throughout the long course of their relationship, Crowley challenges Aziraphale. He does this from their first meeting in heaven: "Why not put the Earth in the middle of the universe so the view's better."

He does it again in the garden of Eden. "Wouldn't it be funny if you did the wrong thing and I did the right one."

And again at The Flood: "You can't kill kids."

And with Job, too, although in a slightly different way. This time it's about what Aziraphale believes is right, yes, but I feel like for Crowley at least, he's also pushing Aziraphale's limits. Not so he falls or anything. Crowley never wants Aziraphale to fall. He knows it would utterly destroy him.

No, Crowley's trying to find out how evil, exactly, Aziraphale thinks he really is.

Of course, Aziraphale made reference to it before. "You're a demon." He believes evil is a demon's natural state of being.

What Crowley wants to know is whether Aziraphale truly believes evil is Crowley's natural state of being.

So, just like Satan and God test Job, Crowley tests Aziraphale.

"I killed those goats."

"I long to destroy the blameless children of blameless Job."

When Aziraphale says: "You're perfectly safe." And Crowley says: "Are you sure, angel?"

And Aziraphale is sure. There's never a point when Aziraphale is unsure, never a point when he thinks Crowley wants to go through with it, never a point when he thinks Crowley is evil.

So, Aziraphale passes Crowley's test.

But this, of course, is a huge contradiction in Aziraphale's worldview. If demons were all innately evil then Crowley, by definition, would have no qualms in following through hell's orders. But Aziraphale can never quite manage to grapple with that.

To Crowley, it's confirmation that they can be on their own side someday. He doesn't have to be lonely anymore. He thinks Aziraphale, like himself, doesn't need heaven or hell to dictate morality to him, that they know what is right and can work together to ensure nobody gets hurt amongst all heaven and hell's scheming.

The tragedy is that to Aziraphale, Crowley protecting the children is only a confirmation that the angel he used to know is still there somewhere deep down, that Crowley is unchanged from the fall, and that if heaven would only understand, he could be an angel again because he did good. And goodness and divinity are inexorably tied for him. Even though he acknowledges that there's shades of gray, he can't understand having one without the other, not fully.

And that's the central misunderstanding between the two of them.

That's how you get the ending we got.

Crowley: thinking that Aziraphale has learned at least a little bit to think for himself.

Aziraphale: thinking Crowley has aspirations of redemption that Crowley has never striven for, because Aziraphale hasn't yet unpacked all his biases.

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens season two spoilers #GOS2 spoilers

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yumeka-sxf · 1 year

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 4

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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When Anya ends up making it into Eden, Twilight is more or less coerced by Franky into giving her a lavish reward. Although this episode is mostly comedic and doesn't have much to analyze, a lot actually came to mind during the part where Twilight "battles" drunk Yor while she's pretending to be a witch. This is the first time he's seen her in her much less reserved, drunken state, and also the first time she's doing something that, to him, could be seen as an annoyance or even a threat (she did draw blood when she kicked at his face with her heel).

We know that Twilight wouldn't knowingly say things to Yor, Anya, or anyone else if it would be detrimental to his mission, such as an insulting remark that would hurt their feelings. However, this should not affect what he thinks. As far as Twilight is concerned, nobody has access to his thoughts except for him, so there's no reason for him to put any filters there (since he doesn't know that Anya can read his mind). We're given plenty of insight into his thoughts throughout the series, and even though, as I mentioned before, he often lies to himself about his feelings, he never seems to think bad things about other people. In this case, rather than be bothered or even angry at Yor for taking this silly performance so seriously, what does he think to himself? That she shouldn't be using physical attacks if she's supposed to be a witch! (and when she finally reaches her limit and falls asleep, he simply asks if she's okay).

Even for other characters who are actual threats to him, like Swan from the previous episode, or even Yuri later on, insults and criticisms never pop up in his thoughts (compare this to the many anime/manga protagonists who always think "this bastard" when faced with an antagonist). You can tell he's annoyed by having to do the whole Bondman skit, but even so, he doesn't openly complain about it (but he does openly congratulate Anya at the end). All this indicates that he's a very non-judgmental person both internally and externally. Another example that I mentioned before is when he refuses to put any blame on Anya and Yor for their performance at the Eden interview…and there will be many more instances like this to come. I believe the reason for this part of his personality goes back to his obsession with his spy profession.

He's determined to keep his emotions in check, whether good emotions or bad emotions, and even just thinking negative thoughts about others could trigger negative emotions. Because of this, he's probably conditioned himself over the years to just not feel anything towards other people, whether love or hate, attachment or aversion, which ultimately means never idolizing them or disdaining them. Why waste time thinking happy or angry thoughts about people when you can put that energy into understanding their mindset, outsmarting them, and then getting valuable information from them? He might also know that his own hands are dirty from all the lying, manipulating, and killing he's done in his line of work, so he feels he has no right to judge others. But regardless, while Twilight never harbors malevolence towards people, the number of positive thoughts he has about his (fake) family will only continue to increase, including those that manifest into words.

Continue to Part 5 ->

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#twiyor #sxf analysis #spy family #spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #loid x yor #loidyor #sxf meta #reblog for season 2 hype #self reblog

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miyabinopenguin · 7 months

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🐉🐺 HakuKyouHaku Week 2023 🐺🐉

Happy HakuKyouHaku (10/10) Day!

🪻For the prompt "Aconite" since the flower can be used as medicine or poison, I thought the flower can represent their relationship in that period since both characters were in their worst moment when their met.

Hakuryuu helped Tsurugi to keep improving and have fun (survive) in the God Eden while Tsurugi accidentally hurted him and make his obsession of become the "ultimate player" worse.

At the same time, Tsurugi is the one that saved Hakuryuu of this toxic search for the absolute power, while Hakuryuu only wanted to prove wrong Tsurugi, even if that means hurt and use him, for prefer a bunch of "nobody" over "The Ultimate Player".

#inazuma eleven go #kyouhaku #hakukyou #tsurugi kyousuke #hakuryuu #hakukyouhakuweek2023 #hakukyouweek2023 #kyouhakuweek2023

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lemon-bat · 2 months

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YANDERE RAMON ALPHABET

Affection: How do they show their love?

He'll cuddle and kiss you, after your kidnapped or when he kills a rival, Ramon will be all over you.

Brutality: How do they handle rivals?

They die, instantly for the most part. He hates it when someone even looks in your direction.

Cruelty: Do they mock you when abducted?

No, he absolutely adores you.

Difficulty: How hard is it to escape them?

Its pretty hard to leave him. Ramon knows Eden, and you leaving him makes Ramon terrified.

End: Would they eventually stop loving you?

NO.

Fight: How would they feel when you fight back?

Angry, he's not very patient and he NEEDS you.

Guilty: Would they ever feel bad about kidnapping you?

Not really, it pains him to see you cry because of him. But you'll thank him later.

Hurt: Would they hurt you?

Not on purpose. He never wants to hurt you, but if he's mad at you he might have a too tight grip on you.

Ick: What's the grossest thing they do?

He accidentally drools on you when he wraps his hands around your waist.

Jewelry: Do they get you gifts?

He will steal things for you sometimes.

Kill: How many people have they killed?

NOBODY KNOWS

Love: On a scale from 1-10 how much do they love you?

TEN, TEN, TEN, he loves every single little thing about you.

Monday: What's your worst experience with them?

He came home covered in blood with an absolute lovesick look in his eyes. He didn't bother to shower he just stripped down to his boxers, and proceeded to cuddle you on the couch.

Names: What pet names do they use?

Honey, Sweetheart, Darling, My love, and Beloved. He's very sweet with these.

Oblige: What is something they love doing for you?

He loves to shower with you, he always wants to. Ramon gets salty if you dont want to.

Patience: How patient are they with you?

Hes not exactly a man of patience, please let him love you.

Question: How many questions do they answer?

He'll answer some questions about himself, but not really anything too personal.

Red: What's one way to make them angry?

Tell him that your going to work for Eden. He will absolutely LOSE IT. Enjoy the bloodbath!

Stoop: How low will they stoop for you?

He didn't stoop in the slightest!

Talk: Do they lash out or talk it out?

Hes more on the lash out side but if you can manage to calm Ramon down he might be able to talk it out.

Unique: Are they any different from the classic yandere?

No, not really.

Victory: How would they feel if you escaped?

Upset, he's gonna kill everyone in his way towards you. You better pray that he doesn't find you, i he finds you he's going to punish you.

Why: What made them fall in love?

You actually caring for him and trying to help him.

Xoanon: How much do they worship you?

A whole frickin lot. You're his EVERYTHING

Yearn: How long do they pine after you before they snap?

Not even a day, he kidnapped you the night he met you.

Zenith: Would they break you?

Only if he had to.

#yandere rayman #rayman x reader #rayman #captain laserhawk #ramon captain laserhawk

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taggedmemes · 3 months

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SENTENCE MEME DUA LIPA / DUA LIPA

in the beginning, god created heaven and earth.

your body is the one paradise that i wanna fly to every day and every night.

i've been sick and tired of running.

these late nights don't mean nothing.

i just wanna apologize.

i need your love.

i need your touch.

this is getting serious.

tell me that it's not the end of us.

how can we go back to the beginning?

without you, i've got no air to breathe.

we can start all over again.

my deep intuition tells me that i'm doing you wrong.

just say you forgive me and don't let me go.

my will keeps bending and breaking.

i wanna die in your love all night.

one taste and i'm hooked on it.

i'm addicted to your light.

he calls me the devil.

i make him want to sin.

it's the darker side of me that makes you feel so numb.

we're hot like hell.

am i the answer to your prayers?

not finished with you yet.

you're not fooling anyone.

come back to me, we can work this out.

i won't let you down and run.

there is nothing i wouldn't do for you.

you got inside my head.

you have got me wrong.

i don't need your love.

i already cried enough.

you say you're sorry, but it's too late now.

i don't give a fuck.

play the victim and switch your position.

i see you begging on your knees.

you're all in the past.

you talk that sweet talk, but i ain't coming back.

you can't tame me.

if you don't like the way i talk, then why am i on your mind?

if we don't fuck this whole thing up, i can blow your mind.

used to think that this love was heaven sent.

are we leaving the garden of eden?

tonight i'm so self-conscious.

nothing's ever perfect in paradise.

don't know what it's worth until you pay the price.

when you bite your tongue does it draw blood?

i would die for you. would you do that for me?

i hurt you and you hurt me.

we did some things that we can never take back.

some things are not meant to last.

let's love like there's no goodbye.

let our bodies say what we can never seem to communicate.

i can't stop thinking about you.

he makes me feel like nobody else.

you know he's only calling because he's drunk and alone.

don't be his friend, you know you're gonna wake up in his bed again.

if you're under him, you ain't getting over him.

i keep pushing forward, but he keeps pulling me backward.

you're the only remedy.

all my bones are begging me to beg for you.

you give me a reason, something to believe in.

it's a bittersweet feeling.

i wish i was there with you.

all my dreams have come true.

last night, my fantasies came true.

it just got complicated.

it's time you started listening.

karma's got a kiss for you.

why are you blaming me for all your insecurities?

you're like a king with a crown looking down.

you should've never done something like that to someone.

i hope that one day you will change.

we're more than machines.

do you feel complete?

you've been telling me some lies.

even though i run away, i still come back.

i know you're bad for me.

me and you together are like a loved up bruise.

i'll make you an offer that you can't refuse.

you won't go breaking my heart.

i guess we're misunderstood.

the heaven's forgave me.

let's be bad, make the devil smile.

i know that you miss me when i'm gone.

i need someone to hold on to.

you're the only thing i know.

close to you, i feel like i'm at home.

we were built to last.

take my hand.

dive in this romance.

we could burn and crash.

it's way too soon to feel so strong.

was it worth it?

#sentence meme #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #starter sentences #memes #rp starters #rpc #starter meme #rp sentences #sentence prompts #sentence prompt #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #writing prompt

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jingchu-time · 11 months

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TW: Discussion of Child Abuse and Suicide.

Just me theorizing about Arturo's past for a little bit. Normally I'd make this a proper post but Nico analysis work has drained me so y'all are getting bullets instead.

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- So I'm like 85% sure that Arturo probably came from an abusive background.

- Arturo secret puts importance on the idea that him leaving his former situation is what caused his sister's suicide. He brings up how he shouldn't have to be blamed for wanting to live his own life.

- (This is clearly being done to push him and J as foils to each other. Shocked how nobody has noticed that, but that idea is for a different post.)

- Clearly Arturo's home wasn't a good place to live. My guess is that Arturo's parents were some form of abusive and it negatively affected both Arturo and his sister.

- When it comes to abusive households, many little siblings end up being left behind by older siblings the moment the older siblings find a chance to escape the household. Sometimes bringing the younger sibling along is too big of a risk.

- This was likey what Arturo ended up having to do. Sadly, doing so led to the worse outcome, her deciding to kill herself.

- For Arturo, who likey didn't have much of a choice in leaving her there, this has to be traumatizing in itself. The idea that it's all your fault that younger sister would kill herself because you were selfish enough to leave her there all alone. Guilt like that eats at you.

- Then (probably) years later, now that you've pushed that part of your past away, you're forced to have all that shit resurface in a killing game of all places.

- There is no escaping the guilt no matter how hard you deny the idea. It's especially difficult if everyone immediately agrees that you're the scum of the earth, no matter what you say.

- (I feel that the whole "Attacking Eden with a Scapole" thing was was likey because Arturo was triggered by having to hear about his secret. Him becoming angry and physically aggressive is one thing, but the instant sweating and the way he goes to try to gain control over the situation says a lot (not feeling in control is a sign of being triggered).

- (The way he acted seemed less like he was actually going to kill Eden and more that he was trying to scare her into keeping quiet. Less about actually hurting her for bringing it up his secret at all and more about keeping control over her so that she wouldn't dare try to reveal his secret to the others.)

- (That's just my thoughts tho. I could be wrong, who knows.)

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Also, I'm not trying to defend his actions or anything, just thought I'd give my thoughts and theories about him.

(Sorry this post is messy, might tidy it up later, might not.)

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #arturo giles #drdt arturo

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