#normally i dream of murder but its fine

[hellenhighwater]

I dream of death most nights. Normally, it doesn't follow me into waking, but I just had a rather unsettling one about the end of the world at Lake Superior.

We were up there for a girls' weekend, in a big sprawling rented house, an old spindly thing perched on the rocky coast with a long dock protruding out from underneath and more balconies than would have been possible. Some of the other women on the trip--none of whom were distinct to me as real people, just ambiguous people that were dream-familiar--had babies or toddlers. We were all out swimming, competing to get across the bay and back fastest, the way my brothers and I used to as kids, and then suddenly I was standing on the grass, looking up at a clear sky that was, somehow, twisting long dark strands downwards into a tornado.

No sirens were going off, just all of us shouting at each other and the neighbors, trying to figure out if we should shelter in the basement of this twisted ancient house which was certain to be hit, or if we should run. Some of us went for the basement; others ran for the rocky hills and forests. I wound up with an infant in my arms and his mother holding a toddler nearby. I don't dream of babies; I can't think of a single other dream I've ever had with a baby in it and maybe that's because I dream them wrong. None of the babies cried. None of them panicked. They watched the sky with us from the bowels of this house, through windows and balconies and impossible dream-architecture, and spoke in whole sentences things I don't remember.

Tornadoes are loud. I've never been that close to one, waking, but I remember the roar of a house burning down so that's what it sounded like to me. It ate into the house, and the house broke but didn't fall. We couldn't tell where exactly it was; couldn't tell if we should get away or hold steady, but then the torn electricals began to spark fires. We ran out the only route we had--the long wooden dock which extended deep into the bay. As we ran we could see the other tornadoes touching down, the sky directly overhead now a boiling low ceiling of dark clouds, but with pale skies on the horizon over the Lake, where the sun was setting. We huddled on the end of the dock, watching fires break out where the tornadoes passed. One of the babies said something and we turned to look at the deep black waters of the Lake. The ships--huge cruise ships and cargo haulers, tiny in the distance--heaved downwards and then up, downwards and then up, as though in a wave pool. Not the kind of breaking waves you get during heavy storms on deep water; rolling hills of water, the kind of thing that happens when something deep below the surface is heaving up and down. Superior is hundred and hundreds of feet deep; to move the surface of the water from the depth would take something unspeakably massive, living in the frigid depths where not even the dead rot.

The rolling hill-waves came towards us, pulling down the bay and rising higher than the houses, never breaking, and we clung to the dock as they came, no way to get back to land as the house at the end of the dock burned and more and more tornadoes touched down. We knew there was nothing to be done.

And then I woke up.

#i petted Vice for like an hour before I typed this up #not because i was freaked out he was just being unusually cuddly #it was a weird dream! my hands were all clenched when i woke #normally i dream of murder but its fine #apocalyptic dreams are also normal #tbh i think what threw me off was the babies #also there was this whole sub plot with my late grandmother #who was alive but unconscious in the house #having been hit by flying debris #also we were wearing prom dresses for most of this

[kitorin]

sweet dreams.

in which, nanami kento finally goes on a long overdue vacation

contents. nanami kento x gn!reader, 2.965k words, fluff but then heavy angst (mcd and hurt no comfort), mentions of murder (true crime stuff) but no detail of it, reader is a coward and really can't handle horror (sorry that's just me projecting)

"What did you do?"

Guilt makes your lips purse, tongue swiping over them out of habit. You didn't want to call him, to interrupt him during the night shift he ever so loathes, contributing to the things he has to do.

But with demons lurking in the dark and the sense of impending doom beginning to latch onto you, it felt necessary, especially when fear decided to be quite clingy.

"I got scared."

A tired sigh comes from the phone. "How many times do I have to tell you not to watch anything disturbing at night?"

"This documentary got really interesting. I wanted to know what happened next..." Explicit content was fine, with Kento there to cling onto and his never-ending reassurance. Your husband watched these intense shows and documentaries without so much of a flinch, unfazed by quite literally everything displayed on the screen.

You, on the other hand, was a completely different case.

The slightest raise in volume managed to steal a scream from you, and jump scares had you flinching just a bit too hard. The mere build up and suspense of the music had your heart racing, even if nothing happened and it served as a little trick.

"I'm so sorry Ken, I'll hang up so you can focus on work." You're an adult, you shouldn't be so cowardly towards a mere genre of entertainment, and you should know better not to consume it.

Your thumb reaches for the red button, and your emotions hold you back, while rationality argues not to.

"No. Neither of us are going to be hanging up."

One part of you celebrates quietly, while another insists. "But you're working. Overtime nonetheless, and I know you hate those shifts. It's best to get everything done as soon as possible and get out of there."

His voice is raspy, garnished by a sultry tone. "Love, I belong to you, not my job. I do appreciate your thoughts, but you're more important than a mere paycheck."

Fuck. There it is, his eloquent, smooth way with words.

"Still. I can wait." That was a lie, though one you were willing to utter if it meant he'd prioritise his job. "Besides, what about that higher up you mentioned? The irritating one that's childish and overtalkative?"

Kento chuckles. "He's here, but he takes his job seriously and is highly capable. I'm on break anyways. Talk to me. If you can."

"I read about the Sapporo murder case. I still feel like the culprits from the case is going to sneak up on me. Or one of the zombies from Happiness." You adored the show and its cast, but god forbid you sit through another one of its jump scares.

"That's fine, it's normal. The point of this type of media is so scare. A lot of effort is put into making sure they elicit emotion." You cling onto every word he speaks, the world around you still there, only a bit blurry now. "Breathe in through your nose for four second, pause for two. Then breathe out through your mout for another eight."

Have you brushed your teeth?"

Kento hums as a response when you answer yes.

"Where are you right now?"

"In bed, but I need to clean up and turn off some lights before I sleep."

"Ignore it. I'll do it when I'm home."

"Are you sure?" There was no point in asking that, not when you'd rather not move away from the security of the doona. "You're going to be exhausted by the time you're home."

"Doesn't matter to me." Genuine indifference to the matter displays itself in Kento's tone. "I took a nap earlier, had a coffee or two as well. I'm going to be alright—" Something in the background echoes, though you could barely decipher what you were hearing, the furious tone of the voice concerned you.

"Who was that...? Is your boss mad at you? Wait but it doesn't make sense for a boss to give you a nickname—"

For a moment or two, Kento remained silent. "No, just an enthusiastic intern. He's talkative and sometimes loud but he's a good kid."

Your former worry dissipates, so quick that it almost seemed like it was never there in the first place. "Nanamin, was it?"

He sighs, the two of you know damn well that you'll refuse to forget that one.

"It's cute! Nanamin. I like how it sounds."

Voice softening, he replies with a chuckle. "I feel like you'd get along well."

"You should invite him over then. He must adore you if he's calling out to you that much."

"If that's true then I'd say the feeling is quite mutual." All you have is his voice, yet you can say without a doubt that he's beaming, a subtlety only you'll ever know— one of the many which compose the love between the two of you.

"Keep working." You whisper as a yawn claws out of your throat.

"Are you sure? Are you okay now?"

You nod, though he can't see it. "I am. Just listening to you helps a lot."

"I'm glad."

"Do your best at work, okay? And make sure you stay safe on the way home?" You hold back a grin, even though you're alone in your shared bedroom. "I have a surprise for you when you get home."

Kento piques with curiosity. "Really?"

"Yup, I think you'll love it." You stare at your bedside table, where tickets to Malaysia were stored. "I hope you do, at least."

"If it's coming from you of course I'll love it sweetheart." It's miraculous really, how you've been together for so long yet you have to suppress the urge to squeal over his sweet words. "My boss is going to start making me work again, good night darling. Sweet dreams, love."

You fall asleep with ease that night, this time with welcomed thoughts of spending time with Kento on the shore of Kuantan, running around whilst cherishing the cold, salty water licking at your ankles; rather than the intrusive thoughts from earlier.

"You could've kept talking to them. I wouldn't've told anyone even if it took a lot of time."

Fushiguro Megumi is examining the sharpness of his blade when he reassures his teacher Nanami Kento, not looking up from his weapon, seated by the railing of the bridge.

"I appreciate that, but it'd be wrong of you." He moves his shoulders in circles, loosening his tie to wrap it around his knuckles. "I can teach you other methods."

"Pardon?"

Nanami crouches in front of Megumi. "Your breathing changed when I told them how to." The student doesn't respond. "It varies from person to person, I've tested out a lot."

Megumi still doesn't answer, averting his gaze towards the weapon that he held down.

"Fushiguro - kun. Are you scared?"

The younger finally speaks once more. "... I guess." Hesitation presents itself in his words, barely stable and his reluctance to maintain eye contact. "I won't let that stop me from completing my tasks—"

"It's okay. You're merely sixteen, you're not even old enough to drink, nor get your driver's licence."

Megumi returns to silence.

"Look at me." And so Megumi does. "To be a child is not a sin. I'm perfectly fine with withdrawing you from this operation if it's too much."

"Wouldn't that get you in trouble?"

Indeed he would. He'd tolerate plenty of discipline and anger from the higher ups. But Nanami Kento knows too well what it's like to risk you and your peers for a 'greater good', at nonetheless a ridiculously young age too—an age where you're supposed to go to regular school and be regular, stupid kids figuring themselves out; not witnessing the death of the ones dear to your heart with the sight of their corpses forever imprinted into your mind, nor have the stench of blood memorised meticulously instead of historical dates or mathematical formulas.

If it were up to him, he'd prohibit such exploitation of children. None should be performing such tasks, even if born with an advantageous cursed technique.

If the higher ups adopted the same philosophy as him, Haibara would be alive and well, and Nanami wouldn't feel his stomach lurch whenever he sees a bowl of rice, nor flinch whenever he hears the mention of Geto Suguru. 

'I don't mind if it means you'll be at ease. Gojo can protect me, and if I'm unable to extract you from this operation then I'll handle everything."

Megumi takes a deep breath. "I shouldn't run away. I'll do my best. I have Tsumiki I need to return to. We should go find Itadori now."

“If you say so then, but it’s still my duty to protect you.” With a final, strong tug he tightens his tie around his knuckles. “I can't guarantee any results, not in this instable world and career. What I can promise, is that I will protect you with my life."

A determined nod from Megumi is all he needs.

Quick and efficient; that's the plan. Shibuya was already a mess, and all he wanted was the security of your arms within the four walls he calls 'home'.

"Thank you for having us."

Megumi, the one with the messy, black hair speaks coldly, though very politely, his manners were courteous and so was Yuuji. They'd come to your door and introduced themselves as interns at Kento's company. Now, they were seated in your living room, on your couch.

"Don't mention it, Ken's always been fond of the interns." You already miss him, he must've stayed overnight at the company again. "Are you okay with first names?"

Both nod.

You smile. "So, Yuuji, Megumi, what have you come here for?"

Yuuji speaks first. "It's about Nanamin, I mean Nanami—"

Without malicious attempt you cut him off. "Nanamin is fine, I overheard you calling him that last night. He was fond of it, it was quite cute after all." You chuckle to yourself at it. 

The boy swallows, appearing apprehensive. He sounded so enthusiastic last night, perhaps he was the type who needed to warm up towards people first.

"Well, um."

You don't say anything, giving him time to respond comfortably.

"Nanami sensei passed away last night." Megumi finishes what Yuuji couldn't.

Your heart drops.

Temptation to make an accusation of a prank attempts to claw out of your throat, but with how their expressions scream nausea and discomfort, it'd be rude to do so.

That explained why he never kept his promise of finishing up on chores, knowing Kento he would’ve done everything to make sure he made it home to do as he said he would. 

"What happened?" It doesn't feel right— and it isn't at all, but you have to figure out the truth, even if this all doesn't seem real.

"There was a fire." Yuuji whispers, barely loud enough and coherent with the tremble of his voice. "And he didn't make it out in time."

You remain silent, so does Megumi. Yuuji bites his lip, suppressing what seemed to be a sob.

"I see."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. If only—" It drowns out in his bawling. "It was my fault. He—"

He completely lacked incoherency now, hiccuping as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"He helped us first." Megumi once again continues Yuuji's words. "But they recovered his body, we brought you his ashes."

He pulls out a package from his shoulder bag, wrapping it to reveal a pale blue funerary urn. Megumi places it onto the table.

"I'm sorry. If I had been capable of protecting myself he wouldn't've died saving me."

Your gaze meets Megumi’s, you're too afraid to properly acknowledge the urn, where your boyfriend was supposedly resting.

Silence permeates the air, Yuuji bites his sleeve to suppress his crying and Megumi breathes shakily.

"Don't apologise. You have no reason to. Neither of you." You've barely known the two, but the way Yuuji was sobbing broke your heart, and how both seemed to genuinely believe they caused Kento's passing. "It's not your fault. I don't think it is, and he would agree with him. He made the choice to help you, because he cared deeply for both of you. You can cry freely, I won't stop you." You muster a smile, hoping it'll be comforting in some sort of way. They're only kids, they can't be blaming themselves for the death of another they didn't cause.

Yuuji's teeth release the sleeve of his hoodie, hiccuping out what sounded like a thank you. You push a tissue box towards him, to which he accepts the offer.

"You idiot…” Megumi sniffles a bit.

“It’s okay, you’re going to be fine.” You pat him on the back, rubbing it too. You give him your phone, opening a new contact. “I’d like to invite you two to the funeral, can I have your contact details? In the meantime I’ll make some tea.”

You earn a nod, and are quick to retreat into the kitchen, hand holding your mouth shut as you slowly cry, pleading for Yuuji and Megumi to be unable to hear. 

"Kento! We're here, at Kuantan!"

After a long flight and travel, you finally arrived at your destination, you had dropped your luggage off at the accommodation, the urn Megumi had given you was held up against your chest.

I've always wanted to go to Kuantan, in Malaysia. One day I'd like to build a house on a secluded beach and live there. Of course with you, if you were okay with it.

You take off your sandals, tossing them away as you approach the shoreline, the coolness of the water catching you off guard. You continue walking, until it reaches halfway up your calves.

Off goes the lid of the urn, and you toss the ashes into the beach, watching the waves swallow Kento whole. It's not long before the urn is empty, you've never had to scatter someone's ashes, yet it felt like something was missing.

In all honesty, you have no idea if Kento wanted to be cremated, you've never touched on the subject of death, probably because the two of you were so young.

But something tells you this is the right decision. Kuantan's beautiful, and he wanted to go when work and money permitted him to do so. He'd loved to read a book under the shade of that large tree over there, and would've wanted to try fishing at the rock ledge nearby. It was just the two of you here, even better.

Fuck.

As you watch him swim into the ocean, you notice the tears threatening to spill. You don't bother trying to avoid it, not that you would've been able to.

"It's not fair!" You yell, out into the ocean. You don't blame Yuuji, or Megumi, or anyone, but you're still livid. "I miss you, I miss you so much that it gets hard to breathe."

The ring box feels heavy in your pocket.

"If you had to leave this world early you could've done it later." Your cry becomes a sob. "Just one month, then I could've fucking proposed. I don't need a honeymoon or marriage, I just want your fucking answer."

In an ideal world, you'd like to think that he would've accepted without hesitation, but that fantasy doesn't compare to the pain of remaining oblivious to his answer forever.

"Who's going to comfort me now? Who am I going to spend the rest of my life with? Who am I going to cook dinner with? What about Yuuji and Megumi? They had to finish their internships without you. Do you know how hard Yuuji cried when he came to tell me you passed away?"

By no means are you mad at Kento, you could never. But anger that slowly accumulated in your heart for the past few months, and had erupted. The empty coldness of your bed stings, and the amount of cutlery required being halved overwhelms you with misery. You can’t even laugh at his high school photos anymore, the amusement from his ridiculous haircut can’t triumph over the fact that he had passed away a mere ten years later. 

You’d much rather store it all away, each and every possession and photo of the man. The sight of his favourite mug serves as a harsh reminder that morning coffee with him will never happen. Listening to old voice mails seemed reassuring and almost lulled you to sleep, until you had to come to terms that he was truly gone once more. 

But at least sound can be captured.

What about his scent? Eventually his clothes would lose their scent, they probably were already on that course, even with your refusal to wash them. Touch can’t be preserved, you can cling onto the memory of your skin against his for as long as you want, but you’ll never truly experience it again.

“Goodbye Kento!” Despite your miserable state you pull yourself together just enough so you can see him off with a smile. “I love you, so so much. More than anything in the world, I always will! Thank you, for being there. Th-thank you for loving me.”

You've lost the energy to yell, throat now hoarse. You venture deeper into the shore, not caring about your clothes getting wet, as your face gets soaked with your own tears.

Who's fault is it? Was it the culprit of the fire (if there was one)? Or perhaps yours, for not proposing earlier. Maybe then he would've been safe and sound in Kuantan, after taking leave. Perchance it was the heavens deciding they’d rather just not authorise him to spend the rest of his name.

Whoever it was, it doesn't matter. Nothing could bring back the warmth of Nanami Kento. 

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[gabessquishytum]

I've spent almost all day at work thinking about my Haunted Mansion AU. I might actually end up writing this. So, some more of my ideas:

Just like in the film, Hob dies during a Masquerade Ball. He and Roderick meet to discuss 'business' and end up going to Morpheus' study, where they're supposed to wait for him. Hob doesn't trust Roderick but believes that he is safe because surely Roderick won't do anything stupid in the middle of a huge party. While waiting, Hob grabs wine for them, but Roderick poisons Hob's drink. Morpheus arrives, realizes what Roderick has just done, and loses it. Roderick assumed he'd be okay (ironically for the same reason Hob thought everything would be fine), but he doesn’t realize Morpheus is a very old and powerful vampire. Morpheus kills Roderick and then cries over Hob's body, eventually ending the Masquerade Ball by carrying his body through the party.

Like Mr. Gracey in the movie, he plans to kill himself to join his beloved in the afterlife but his eldest brother, Destiny, who can see the future, comes to him. Destiny tells Morpheus that Hob will be reborn in time (as Hob has always been one to reject death, which is part of the reason he and Morpheus worked so well together) and if Morpheus kills himself, he'll not actually be joining Hob in the afterlife. He won't tell Morpheus how long, but he tells Morpheus to wait. So Morpheus does.

I had the thought that instead of Ramsley, Lucienne is the butler, but she's also the librarian of the Manor because she spent so much time there that Morpheus just kind of gave it to her. She's also an Elf.

Jessamy and Matthew take the places of the Maid and Not-Butler (The "Inconceivable!" Guy) and they are siblings who are Fae. They both have the ability to shapeshift into Ravens.

I haven't decided if Corinthian is in this yet. Probably not because I can't figure out where to put him.

I also had the thought that Robert, the real estate agent that is Hob reincarnated, would spend a week at the Manor, and every night he would dream a little more about his life as Hob. How he and Morpheus met, fell in love, and it all culminates in Hob's murder.

Morpheus spends the entire time trying to Be Normal™ about this man who is absolutely his beloved returned to him, just as his elder brother promised. He's so busy trying to Be Normal™ (which, for the record, he's horrendous at lol) that he misses the very obvious hints Rob has been dropping about his memories slowly coming back. At least until Rob has his final dream, where he actually TALKS to Hob, the part of his soul that IS Hob. They have a conversation and realize they aren't all that different, and Rob admits he wouldn't mind if they... became one for lack of a better term. So they sort of merged into one being. He's still Rob, but he's also Hob now.

Hob/Rob talk to Morpheus, explain the situation, and they live happily ever after once Morpheus turns him.

- 🐺

I really really hope that you decide to write this, I love this outline so much. I love the inclusion of Matthew and Jessamy, I love how much the setting of the haunted mansion suits Dream’s vibes so incredibly well.

I love how well Hob can fit into this au as well, because it's almost like you can have 1389 Hob and 2023 Hob talking to eachother (only in this au its Hob and Rob ofc). I just think that could be really poignant and lovely. Like I said I really hope you write this up as a full fic, but even if you don't these ideas are really wonderful already <3

#🐺 anon #the sandman #dreamling

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

We listen to a lotta true crime- Wrio x Gn!reader- Part 3

But it's alright, she'll be fine t/w- prison, Wriothesley flirts(?) with you, kissing (consent cause consent is sexy) summary-you've been wrongly accused of trying to murder your ex-husband and wriothesleys determined to get you out

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The kiss that had happened the previous day had felt like a dream. The way his lips were so soft and gentle. Wriothesley was just perfect. The whole night you sat there blushing and kicking your legs like a little girl, anyone who walked in would’ve guessed what happened.

The next day Wriothesley came to your room once again. “Y/n wake up.”

His voice was stern and his face wasn’t much different. He walked right in sitting down next to you on the bed. “The Knave contacted me, She heard you were in prison.”

Your family has supported the House of Hearth for many years and Arlecchino was like a mother to you when your parents died. You grew up and eventually backed the orphanage financially, which she was very grateful for. The news had reached her ears because of Lyney.

He was one of your closest friends and you too always stuck together. Makes sense he would worry.

“She sounded terribly worried and asked what would happen. I told her about our plan and she said she can help in any way.”

“That's great! We have someone on our side.”

“Oh and also your court hearing is in a week.”

“What?”

“For the appeal.”

“Ah yes.”

You too continued to talk and figure out how you could win the court over. Over about an hour you could fell Wriothesley moving closer and closer, till you ended up in his arms. It was nice and warm, can’t say it helped you think too much but it was nice. Your ex-husband had never shown you affection the way Wriothesley does to you.

A week later

(Look I honestly have no idea how court things work, I have tried to write one before, but that story never finished.)

You and Wriothesley walked into the courtroom, but only one of you was confident. You were sweating and was almost not breathing properly. Wrio noticed this and began to help you. “Hey y/n, look at me okay? Its gonna work. And if it doesn't you can come back down to the fortress with me.”

“Wriothesley, I have a life… I need to get back to it.”

“I see.”

The judge began to silence the room and started the proceedings. She called you to the stand to present your brief. You felt like so many eyes were watching and almost couldn’t take it. THis was something you had to do… If you wanted out that is.

You took the stand and began to speak.

“I had an unfair trial as I barely had one at all. My ex-husband framed me for attempted murder for what reason I don't know. I was out with some friends all day and had hardly seen him, the witnesses are here. When i got home the police were already at my house and my husband was one the floor covered in what seemed to be blood. The next thing i knew i was in prison and now i am here. There is no evidence that i even tried to murder my husband, no finger prints and no other forms of DNA. Thank you for your time.”

The judge seemed to think over your statement before inviting your husband to the stand. After the proceedings, it was time for a final verdict.

“The defending party is declared not guilty.”

You and Wriothesley in happiness. You had won, you were free. You weren’t a criminal. You felt a large pair of arms pull you in for a hug.

“You won…”

You hugged him back pulling him into a tighter embrace, how could you leave him behind?

After you had recovered from the shock of winning Wriothesley took you out to dinner.

“So whatcha gonna do now?”

“Go back to my normal life.”

Wriothesley seemed slightly hurt, he wasn’t really included in your normal live, as he lived underwater. He knew he couldn’t get too hurt because he’d only met you, what a week ago?

“I’m assuming I’m not included.

“Wrio.. I really like you, I'm just not quite sure how it would work.”

“May i have this last night with you?”

“You may.”

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[dreamsclock]

hero c!tommy vs villain c!dream are vicious enemies, but civilian mode c!dream runs a cute little book shop with an apartment above it and civilian mode c!tommy is a kid he found living on the streets and decided to rent a spare room to for a dollar a month (bc he wouldn't accept it for free). the twist? c!tommy knows. c!dream does not. c!tommy will do whatever it takes to keep things that way.

For one of the most terrifyingly clever villains Tommy has ever faced, Dream is surprisingly dumb.

That’s what scares him at first. When he puts the clues together, when he adds two and two and finally makes four, his first, horrified thought is: Dream knows.

Because of course he had to. Dream, alias Nightmare, alias Green Bitch (Tommy’s choice — he’s proud of this one), is ten steps ahead of every other player in Manberg City. He’s intelligent, he’s cunning, he plays people like a game of chess, and he most certainly must have known Tommy’s secret hero identity when allowing him to stay in his (surprisingly nice) apartment.

Tommy waits on tenterhooks for three weeks, refusing to eat any food Dream provided, refusing to sleep without a knife under his pillow, and refusing to leave his room without checking extensively for traps first. Dream takes it onboard a little bemusedly—

“You’re so— paranoid,” he tells Tommy one day, brow wrinkling in confusion, “you act like— like you expect someone to come and murder you the minute your back is turned. Are you okay?”

TommyInnit, alias Golden Boy, alias Theseus, alias Most Fucking Poggers Hero Around (his own choice), does not squeak in terror when Dream speaks from behind him. He also does not pull out a knife, because he’s civilised and totally not traumatised, thanks, and can hold a normal conversation with his worst enemy while undercover perfectly fine, obviously.

“What the fuck?” Dream complains. “Where— Do you just constantly keep knives in your pockets? What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you, bitch?” Tommy demands viciously, heart slamming against his ribs. “You’re ugly and you’re stupid and you’re dumb and you’re a bitch and you’re green, man, who the fuck is green? You’re a green bitch and—”

…TommyInnit, alias Golden Boy, alias Theseus, is a calm, rational hero, capable of keeping secrets even from the worst people. Usually. He decides to chalk this slip up — revealing he’s aware of Dream’s villain identity via the green costume he always wore — down to a bad day and shit coffee. Gulping, swearing internally at his blunder and hoping his powers are charged enough to survive Dream’s wrath, Tommy prepares himself for the worst from Dream.

The man scoffs, sounding vaguely resigned. “Look. There’s nothing wrong with my cardigan. Green is— It’s a nice colour. A good colour, even. I don’t see why you’ve got a problem with it!”

Is Dream playing tricks on him? Is God merciful? Is the universe deciding to give him a break, for once in its very long and very merciless existence?

Tommy stops prepping his powers, and turns back to stare at Dream in undisguised shock. Dream blinks back, bemused. He doesn’t look evil, or villainous, or remotely insane, like he had when he’d been threatening Tommy with… what had it been? “Revival-and-then-death-and-then-revival-and-then-death-and-then-revival-and-then-death”? Something like that. No, Dream (with a Kiss The Cook apron on which he wears whenever he’s baking) is staring at him looking slightly concerned and slightly exasperated, hands on his hips and expression open.

And that’s when it hits him. Dream doesn’t know.

Tommy wants to laugh, or maybe cry. He chooses to do neither, and instead, very heroically, drops the knife on Dream’s foot, causing the older boy to squeak in pain.

“Have your knife back, bitch,” he declares, as suavely as he can, “you are so fuckin’ dumb.”

“Nice,” Dream grouses, but the utter relief on Tommy’s face seems to have softened something in him, “I’m so glad I let you stay, Tommy. Who else would stab knives into my feet if you weren’t here?”

Slightly hysterical, silently thanking whatever God or higher power that exists, Tommy snickers. “You should thank me by giving me lots of money, dickhead. And compliments.”

Dream offers him a rueful little grin. “How about you watch a movie with me tonight instead?” He offers, and Tommy grumbles an acceptance.

And things… shift. Just slightly. Because it’s easier to relax now that Dream doesn’t know, and it’s easier to mess around and argue now that Dream doesn’t know, and Tommy settles into life easier, with a silent breath of relief. He can use this to gather information, he tells himself that afternoon, lying in his bed and scribbling down thought after thought into his journal. He can find out Dream’s weaknesses and his vulnerabilities, his strengths and how to avoid them, his loved ones, his loved things. To defeat him in the end, it’s gonna take all the information he can gather.

But time passes, and Tommy finds himself… Wilbur would have said compromised, if he’d still been alive. Tied down by a begrudging friendship and a strange loyalty to the maskless version of this man who had shown him nothing but kindness and cheerfulness. And it’s sitting at their weekly movie night, half asleep on the couch listening to Dream’s complaints about the existence (or non-existence) of ghosts, that Tommy realizes with some horror that he’s not going to be able to use this as information. Because he’s comfortable now. He’s relaxed. The most heroic thing he’s done in months is save someone from a burning building, and he hadn’t even gone out since because Dream had seen his burns and scolded him and wrapped them up and looked after him until they’d healed.

He can’t use any of this against Dream because fuck it, Tommy actually cares about the bastard now. And that’s the most terrifying part.

Maybe, he tells himself, that’s okay. Because Dream hasn’t been out doing villain-y evil things for almost a month, too tied up in Tommy and the struggles of childcare — not that he’s a child, obviously — and Tommy hasn’t had need to fight him yet. Maybe this has changed things. Maybe they can be happy. Maybe—

And then a week later, he wakes up to hearing the door slam shut.

When he climbs out of bed, Dream is nowhere to be found, there are shrieking sirens on the street, and Tommy knows exactly where his brother friend enemy is.

(And his heart shatters.)

#> diskduo superrivals au #> that one clock guy #> mr plot armour innit #> writing !!

[ophelian-darling]

OMG YOU WRITE FOR MONSTER NOW!? The first post i read from you was about what type of darling giorno likes and oh my lord was it amazing. The way you wrote it and the sophistication of that post matched giorno so well and the dialogue "Please stay my innocent amore forever" was just 💕❤️ (i will absolutely steal that lmao)

anyways can i ask for general headcannons for yandere johan liebert? Anything you want to write about him is perfectly fine!

Link of Giorno's post

TW: Obsession, emotional abuse, Murder threat.

enjoy ♡

The paradox of an existence is what paints Johan in a perfect light : the calm, comely curve of his lips masks all of the convulsing twistification under his pale skin. Similarly to an ocean, His comportment appears lovely to the eye, even a bit of depth under his eyes unfolds a picturesque image of a midnight chasm and a visible wisdom. However, the beauty and curiosity of exploring more discolors into a monstrosity and terror with each dive; showing an endless abyss of Nietzschean horrors. The lovely smile of his becomes a twist of depravity and never been a man so sane yet so insane all at once.

Shadows danced within his head, casting a distorted light with every move they made. It would sound unbelievable; but he really filled his imagination with paintings of you: sometimes shapeless, at other times blurry, But there was one detail that remained. 

Your lips; the wonder of them. Johan never had the capacity to think of someone in a particular manner -Other than connecting directly to his demise- yet he thought of your features more than he should. Every little detail was mesmerizing in his eyes; the blood drops in your lips, the contour of them and how they form to your emotions so lively. Unlike him, you were able to taste glimmering joys and dim sorrows, savor life as it is, not drowning in some of an anarchic pit of despair and conflict; and that made him crave some of the warmth you had.

Johan is completely calm around you, His posture plays perfectly and complies to his acting, acting that role of a good man around others and a good friend of yours (although these words of friendship or romance meant nothing to him, 'friend' wasn't correct, more like a sculptor and his muse) and coffining the monster away from others- you specifically. He doesn't want his Obsession and maladive affinity to surface and scare you away- at least not yet, not in a time when you could run away from him easily. 

Dreaming of being embraced and melted into you, or even having each other belong together and as one -like a Shadow and an Anima-  dwelled in him so many nights. Maybe he can regain his sentiment again? experience normality or maybe… take your own name? It didn't matter how, what was important that you were his salvation from the cruelty of everything. 

He has a way with words: not like a formal sparker or a reckless lover, but of a poet. Johan flows his speech as sweetly as honey and as softly as a rose petal, tugging at anyone's heartstrings with a warm feeling. When in flirtation, his words come out Cloudy; a thin string between Coquetry and Courtesy. However, When you receive that small billet-doux on your door, your heart is immediately pierced. 

You've never seen someone in a romantic light (minus some short-lived fixations) and you were almost sure that no one was willing to make a move on you -at least that's what you concluded from all of your acquaintances friendly behavior- and here you were, re-reading the small note over and over again, absorbing the beautifully written words and inhaling its fragrant Aroma of flowers. you held the paper like a bundle of nerves, very gingerly and benignly. There was a tickling skip of your heartbeat; a sudden flow of feelings rushing out as the echo of the words calmed, never been so fluttered before.

"Beloved, Of Thy Smile I adore,

  As Pure as a Seraph, As Beautiful as a long Dream

   Of what darling Bud you've flourished?  Of what Angel you've been carved? 

A Memory filled with hues of a divine Beauty, a heart with a wound so sore

 Draws Thee in the pale moon, Kisses Thee under the warm Gleam

Thorns Hurt yet don't pain,

Take them As the sweetest antidote 

All Oblations for Thou never in Vain

For All joy and love on you I dote."

-Your Wounded Cupid, Johan.

You Are blessed. Never in a blue moon you've thought about your Capacity to lure someone else, let alone Johan Liebert himself. You'd burn the last candles of thought and wonder, only to end up with no answer: Why me of all the loveliest, savviest or highest people that he chose me? The questions would die down soon to be replaced with another blissful feeling, feeling that was alive and meant to die…

'Emotions' are just a set of false faces. He can wear and crawl under any role of a normal human effortlessly. Johan loves your smile as much as he counts your tears; creating a path to your heart by offering you the mimicry of warm affection and a color of what Love appears as. You smile back- and that's a hope for a monster like him.

What is the meaning of a family? or a loved one? He asks you silently. He can't overlook that look of joy on your face whenever you spoke to a close person of yours, and it tugs something at his soul. Was Heaven the other people? He wants to ask as well; and wanting to hold your hand and go into the unknown, solaced that you'll be with him. The more he fixes his sight on your life, the more he comes to the realization that he can be your salvation as much as you're his. there is no need for others when you have him.

The peaceful world inside your mind crumbles apart, or better to say: reforms. Johan wouldn't say that everyone around you was evil out loud, he has just to expose the wickedness of others around you, how much they used you to their benefit, or twist their words and create the worst scenarios in your head… He didn't corrupt you for his enjoyment, he was just keeping the Lily of a human in Heaven. 

The Sweet fall of an Angel. He's now delighted, even more delighted. The sheer happiness you used to show faded into the clouds of despair; a crack through the rose-colored glasses broke its way through and through. Gorgeously Weak and beauteously Shattered, you're now left easy to be munched, chomped, gobbled and gulped; as to become one with him.

What affection meant to him: the absolute control and submission between two; dominion of the flesh and spirit in order to achieve the perfect union, and so he did. He's always been obsecure as Chaos, If never in a cruel way.

He was everything alluring and gruesome; a chiaroscuro painting of an Angel and a Devil, cruel to be kind, and kind to be cruel. Everytime you thought you catched a thread to pull in his persona, more tangles would unwrap. In other words, he wasn't one to be understood. 

Johan Contradicts his honeyed words in cruel actions: He can simply Call you the prettiest thing as he aims a bullet at you, taking delight at the sight of your cascading tears or the sound  of your incisioning sobs, at other times, He plants warm kisses on your hands and face, lacing his lips with venomous letters and twisting sayings, wanting to see the broken look on your face yet again, or maybe a pearl of a tear from your eye. He doesn't -would never- hate you, it's just that you were pretty when you cried. 

You've lost all of your weapons and winning Cards from the beginning. There wasn't luck or skill enough to defeat him, and you ought to be the most knowledgeable of the reality through his eyes: there was no one in the world except of you two, no heaven or hell except when you're together, and no force that shall banish you from him.

"Suffer with me"

"I know not of a meaning except of your love" 

"We belong together" 

"Ich bin du, und du bist ich"

#glad you liked them ♡ #when someone compliments my writing: 💓↗️💓↗️💓↗️💓↗️ #feel free to quote anything i write! #yandere johan liebert #yandere johan #johan liebert #johan x reader #johan liebert x reader #monster is such a masterpiece why almost no one gives content about it??? #naoki urasawa's monster #he's really hard to write sorry if it's ooc #it's the first time i write a poem lol

[wannabepapa]

thinking about working in this little shop, maybe a bakery or small diner, where part of your contract to work there is to go through a full term magical pregnancy. but they aren't going paying you when you're outside of work, so for reasons to do with labor laws or whatever, your pregnancy gets paused. you only grow when you're clocked in for work, meaning that a full nine months of pregnancy takes over two years to complete even when you're working full time (and most of the employees are only part-time). imagine coming right up on the end of a pregnancy, maybe overdue, and ready to be done, and you get a few weeks off for the holidays. Last year maybe you were at the end of the second trimester, big but not massive. Just a little inconvenient. this year you have to get all the way to the New Year with this cumbersome belly, stretched and exhausted, just waiting to go back to work and throw that little apron on so you can be unburdened.

The bakery is definitely the strangest place I have ever worked for. The pay was fantastic—more than I could have ever imagined getting in my entire lifetime! Really, there shouldn't be a reason why I was overcompensated for such an easy job. That was until I had finished with my training and officially hired.

The owner was a wizard—very old, very powerful being—that had only one condition for me to even be considered as a worker. They had a fruitful side hustle as surrogacy business (the place was merely a façade to keep the magickal government off their tail) and in order to be brought into the fold you would need to fulfill pregnancy contracts for the customers. Not only had the background check been meticulous in its contents but my medical history had been gone over with a fine toothed comb. If I were honest hearing that I was still being considered with my medical problems it blew my mind. Raising that concern the owner explained magical remedies that would heal any ailments that would otherwise cause pregnancy complications, meaning I would be the perfect surrogate for the babies. I didn't hesitate a moment while white knuckling the pen to sign the dotted lines.

I should have read the fine print.

———

There clearly was nothing standard about this operation. To quell any magickal suspicions these pregnancies were enhanced in very special ways. The fetuses were perfectly healthy and safe, the pregnancies were as normal as possible given one big circumstance. The pregnancies were elongated and you only progressed while you were on the clock.

As terrible as it sounds to an outsiders prospective, this is easier to handle. With the slow growth I was able to go about life normally for much longer without worrying that my secret would be revealed. Though the nausea and overall discomfort were murderous in the beginning my first trimester took six and a half months—I barely looked any different! Every scan I had showed a perfectly healthy pregnancy which meant more money being added onto my already cushy check. It all felt like a fever dream.

As the weeks turned into months of growth I had begun to realize I was enjoying this. As much as I had felt anxiety over passing nine months I was able to get into the groove of this magickal pregnancy. It was easier with my coworkers in the same predicament in so many different stages for us to all bond together. Though taking the mandatory holidays for Thanksgiving and Christmas were difficult—there was no extra growing and it felt like my skin was burning with power that was ready to burst forward. Stepping back into the bakery I swore up and down that I grew about four inches around the middle from this surge of pregnancy magick.

Now that I'm nearing the end of this pregnancy a whole two years later, I am more than ready to pop. The babe is very happy in here having parties every day of the week and even midnight (let's be honest here it's more like three am) dance battles to show off their moves. As much as this little nugget has brought happiness, excitement, and joy into these long years carrying I clearly need a break. My skin is stretched tightly across my womb with no trace of skin unmarred by red stretchmarks. I'm not angry about it since most were there before I got pregnant. What I will miss is having someone this close to me when I needed them and experience the craziness of pregnancy over an extended period of time.

What I really truly hate is that I'm stuck at home now until the fifth of January. It wouldn't be terrible if I wasn't on the cusp of labor with false contractions for the last three weeks or the equivalent of a bowling ball sitting heavily on my pelvis. The baby shows no signs of being ready to leave their warm home but I'm very certain that there will be a visit to the birthing center in the coming days after I start work again. I don't think I'll be the only one either. My one coworker has twins and he is very ready for those buns to be delivered as soon as possible.

Even with this bump in the road I can see myself doing this all over again. Possibly requesting to go part time for that pregnancy—to really relish in my slow growth and see how different it feels

#;ask and ye shall receive #tmpreg #nonbinary preg #The Bakery™️ #;this is so very very good nonnie please let me kiss your forehead #;i am so sorry this took so long but i didn't want to share this #;i wanted to keep it to myself because i love the concept and do want to make an oc and verse for this bakery #;please feel free to send more about The Bakery™️ someone i beg #permapreg #magical preg

[buniyaad]

i think one of the most jarring takes i've seen of superboy 1994 is ppl thinking it's victim-blaming when calling out kon for his weirdo behavior in the early stages of his writing. it's like it goes over their heads that some of the hypersexuality and showmanship is a direct mirror to how knockout behaves in the story bc the thematic point here is the cycle of abuse and how easy it is to get caught up in it. like the whole knockout closer highlights how close kon was to murder-suiciding BECAUSE he was growing to become like her. if victim-blaming is all you take out of an arc exploring the raw and real consequences of being a victim of abuse without the support to HEAL from that abuse.... ya missed the point.

kon being overly sexual and prone to violence are symptoms of a broader problem - aka the fact that's he's exploited and doesn't even really UNDERSTAND how bad it is until it's too late. if knockout hadn't given up, they WOULD HAVE DROWNED. kon would have died with her bc it was better than becoming like her and letting her continue to traumatize ppl the way she was traumatized. it's not SUPPOSED to be swept under the rug. it's not supposed to be a moment of 'knockout is the devil and she hurt kon-chan.' it's a moment of 'here's what happens when a kid who thinks he's a grown ass man gets caught up in an abusive situation with an adult who is abusing him on purpose bc she never healed from her abuse and can only make peace by hurting others.' he doesn't get it until it's too late, and by then, knockout's destroyed a piece of his soul.

a lotta ppl chalk it up to 90's writing, but everything in that era post crisis was all about fucking around and finding out the hard way. and kon's story WAS rooted in the real life issue of society exploiting the hell out of kids and having them go through the worst trauma imaginable entirely for their entertainment. see: child stars after they grow up. see: how the world looked at r kelly and aaliyah

being uncomfortable with kon's writing 1993-1998 is fine, bc that shit IS DARK. horrifying even. but that does not mean calling out his very violent and hypersexualized behavior is suddenly victim-blaming. it's an observation of the fact that he was not normal and could not be or act normal because he had no social training and was not even RAISED to be normal. wild how some of y'all will read this mofo's origin story for timkonnie dreams, but not for its contextual prowess. kon was a TOOL. he was a representation of america's obsession with abusing children for ENTERTAINMENT. when ppl get hurt, they act out. kon acted out. he acted out so damn bad, supergirl had to roll up on him, and even she, a victim of lex luthor, struggled to get through to him. his early arcs are a cautionary tale, not a prop for ship angst.

#kon el #superboy #superboy 1994 #dc comics #knockout #real talk

[kimkimberhelen]

Gene Cousineau: “Little Sally Reed from Joplin, Missouri. What do you want?”

Sally Reed: “To be an actress … it’s all I ever wanted in the whole world.”

This quick exchange introduces Barry’s audience to Sally (Sarah Goldberg) in the series premiere. Her passionate, teary plea rings normally at first glance; she’s a small-town girl with wide-eyed Hollywood dreams. Aw, shucks. Over four seasons, HBO’s grim comedy ingeniously peels back layers to unveil Sally’s discombobulating, deeply human personality. Her unlikable traits—selfish, gravely insecure, a knack for walking over people (including seemingly naive aspiring actor Barry Block)—remain intact as the show nears its end.

By now, though, we know these qualities stem from a marred past: a rotten home life, previous spousal abuse, and a gnawing lack of confidence she desperately wants to cover up. Barry rarely excuses her entitled behavior but slowly sheds light on how her illusory front is a coping mechanism. No wonder she makes the short-lived Joplin as an outlet to process her tragedies. What’s worse? She barely gets time to exist in the world she creates after working hard to achieve it. As it turns out, Sally is the ultimate portrait of trauma in Bill Hader and Alec Berg’s stellar series, which wraps on May 28.

Sally Reed was probably never going to have a happy ending. It’s not because she prioritizes her lofty career ambitions, pushing away anything that gets in the way. Goldberg plays Sally’s goals with such enthusiasm it usually borders on mania, even when she’s sympathetic. It’s a shame she hasn’t won an Emmy for her wrenching yet funny performance. Remember her season two monologue when Barry (Hader) auditions for Jay Roach? Or her season three “entitled fucking cunt” breakdown in the elevator that Natalie (D’Arcy Carden) shares with the world, leading to her downfall? But the professional blinders Sally’s had on for most of Barry’s run is what limits her in the end.

As if her traumatic history wasn’t enough, her entanglement with Barry Berkman worsens everything. He breezes into her life one fine day, drawn into her safe space, when he catches her rehearsing outside Gene’s (Henry Winkler) studio while on a mission. Barry finds solace in it, attracted to the idea of shedding his skin to inhabit somebody who doesn’t have PTSD or a laundry list of crimes. It’s enough to get him hoping for a fresh start. That’s also what Sally hoped for when she moved to Los Angeles after finally leaving her abusive husband, Sam (Joe Massingill).

Season four delves into why Sally deserved to leave her Joplin jail. Sam isn’t the only reason. Her mother is dismissive, flat-out refusing to believe her ex abused Sally, nor does she care that her daughter’s boyfriend is arrested for murder in L.A. “Big whoop” isn’t exactly the expected maternal reaction, and her nice-guy father doesn’t have anything valuable to add, either. It’s clear from the final season’s early episodes that Sally doesn’t have anyone—anyone except for an imprisoned Barry. Her admittance to him in this season’s “bestest place on earth,” that she feels safest with him, is a devastating reality chec

Hader and Goldberg, sitting feet away, separated by a glass barrier, deliver a potent performance in a scene that sells their toxic attachment. She can write all the one-act plays and TV shows she wants, but Barry’s grievously absorbed her identity just when you (and everyone around her) thought she was free of it. Their confrontation in jail is a turning point for the show’s final installments. Her shaky confession sets Barry’s brain aflame. He teams up with the FBI, makes an enemy out of NoHo Hank (Anthony Carrigan), and escapes prison during a shootout. Ultimately, it launches a new life for the duo in the middle of a barren landscape where they don new identities and shed their skins. Just like the dream, huh?

Barry’s final season jumps eight years ahead with a full picture in episode five, “tricky legacies.” It glimpses into the dreary monotony of Barry and Sally, who go by Clark and Emily now. They shield their child from the real world. It doesn’t mean Sally’s not seething under Emily’s mask. Her pain follows her because she chose to give up the one thing that mattered: her acting dream. Having experienced a shitty upbringing, she passes along the intergenerational trauma to John by parenting similarly to her mom—indifferent, indignant, and inebriated. She doesn’t know where to start nurturing.

It’s not like Barry’s childhood was a prize, so neither of them is good at this, but Sally is on a whole other level. She drops alcohol in his juice to put him to sleep, serves up burnt lunches, and generally wrestles with how to love this human being she gave birth to. In Sally’s expressions, Goldberg displays a tangible aversion to motherhood, a full-bodied disdain for the life they’re responsible for creating. So yes, in a twisted way, she’s a copy of her parent now. It’s a full circle.

Everyone on Barry is haunted by their actions, especially with the time jump, so Sally isn’t an exception, of course. Barry wreaked absolute havoc. Gene lost Janice Moss (Paula Newsome), ruined his legacy, and now reappears to chase fame again. As seen in episode six, “the wizard,” Hank has grown a successful business, but had to kill the love of his life to do it. Fuches’ (Stephen Root) friendship with Barry turns sour as he morphs into the Raven. Yet, Sally’s regression is agonizing because she was a lick away from gaining everything she wanted. Instead, she ponders torturing her network boss, kills a man in self-defense, and runs back home, only for everything to crumble again. All this while witnessing Oscar winner Sian Heder work with her mentee, Kristen (Ellyn Jameson), and watching Natalie soar.

Now, she’s drunk and being tortured (note Hader’s prolific direction in “the wizard”) as a man in a ski mask figure shakes up their trailer home. She’s permanently haunted. Janice’s father has captured her partner, and all she can do is call him repeatedly, begging him to come back. With two episodes of Barry remaining, Sally is left alone in her cage to care for John. Does she head back to her hometown to complete the cycle? Or will she return to the city of dreams to find Barry and maybe accomplish the only thing she wants to be in this world? Either way, Sally might not realize it, but she’s already played the role of a lifetime now. It’s wish fulfillment in the worst and most tragic possible way.

#barry season 4 #barry hbo #sarah goldberg #sally reed #long read but a good read #avclub #hbo #bill hader

[thewritetofreespeech]

Sequel to [x]. may contain spoilers: so fair warning

It was darker than he thought it would be.

They had been told about the infinite darkness of the Muken when it was created. Like the stories told to children of the boogeyman or violent creatures in the shadows to make them behave.

Azashiro thought it was just that, a story. To get them all to stay in line in this new wayward world the Gotei 13 had created in their own little hierarchy. To keep the strong subdued. But he was almost pleasantly surprised to see that it was as dark as the rumors had held. It was a rare thing for something to live up to his legend.

Suddenly, there was a sliver of light in the world. Small, by normal standards, but blinding in this infinite darkness. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, not that there was anything to look out, so even the smallest amount of light was searing to his eyes. When they finally adjusted it he thought he was seeing a dream. [Y/N] standing there. But he quickly realized that there was no version of his dreams where they would look that disappointed in him, and dreams were for children.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry.” She hissed. Standing at the precipice of his cage and its bars. True torment, if this was some sort of illusionary punishment, for her to be so close and him not able to touch them. “That’s all you have to say?”

“What else is there to say?”

“How about why?!” Her hands angrily clanged against the bars as she gripped them. White knuckled. Almost as if she meant to rip them from their hinges. The sound of them echoing on for what seemed forever in his dark prison. “Why would you do this?! Why would you surrender and end up here?!”

Azashiro didn’t have any answer for that.

He could have kept running. As a Kenpachi, and with Urozakuro, he could have just killed anyone who came after him until they eventually stopped, and he just became some figment of legend like he once thought his darkness was. But that seemed wrong.

“I did what they said. The noble thing to do would be to confess and turn myself in.”

[Y/N] scoffed bitterly. “Noble. I thought you hated nobles.”

“Old habits die hard I guess.”

She laughed once. Almost sounding like a sob. She slumped to the ground on their knees still clutching the bars. “I can’t get you out of here.”

“I wouldn’t think so.”

“Do you know how many strings I had to pull to even get down here? To see you?” Being the head of the Shihouin Clan had its perks, but Azashiro had to assume this was pushing it. “I will never be able to see you again after this. What am I going to do?”

“You’ll be fine.” She would go home. Run her family. Live a long life and find a much better partner than a murderer and a criminal.

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine too.” He’d stay here. In the dark. He wouldn’t be as alone as she probably thought he would be, since he had Urozakuro. Azashiro couldn’t hear her like he used to, due to the seals of his prison, but he still knew she was there. Just like [Y/N] would be there with him, in his heart, when she left.

[Y/N] sighed once and finally stood. Her face cold and expressionless. He remembered it from when they first met, the head of the Shihouin Clan, and Azashiro would give almost anything he had left to see her smile once more. “Goodbye Soya Azashiro.”

“Goodbye Shihouin [Y/N].”

She turned and head back towards the door to return to the real world. The beam of light now looked more like a path to exultation than the blinding light he first thought it was. Then the door closed. And she was gone. Nothing but darkness again.

Azashiro would have to readjust to the darkness again. But, he supposed he had nothing but time.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #bleach scenarios #bleach #bleach imagines #soya azashiro #soya azashiro x reader #bleach x reader #bleach: spirits are forever with you #bleach spirits are forever with you #shihoin clan #female reader #scenarios #imagine

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Reminded 

Series: Wildest Dreams || Underworld

Paring: Lucian x Original female vampire character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

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Bravery is the sweet spot on a spectrum from cowardice to foolhardy. There are times, when running away is that sweet spot, when it is the brave choice. It is all a matter of circumstance, trust your instinct on what has arisen.

Only by looking at an object from many perspectives do you see its exact shape and dimensions, and the truth is the same; which is why only a multidisciplinary approach by high-level generalists will find it. For it is the harmonizing of these facts from apparently unrelated areas that is the eureka moment, the finding of truth.

"Irina!" Selene watches her sister get ready to jump off the high cliff in the middle of the night during a heavy rainstorm.

"I no longer will be a blind slave. Goodbye, sister." Irina closes her eyes leaning to fall back then lands perfectly on her feet.

Selene rushes to look down at her sister before a Lycan attacks her taking her away. Normally Selene would've hunted down and killed the Lycan but she was in shock. She had lost the last member of her biological family to a Lycan.

While heading back to the mansion planning on getting her revenge on Lycan even more for killing her family, Irina was walking alongside a Lycan completely fine.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I want Viktor dead for what he did to my family. I want every vampire who has knowledge of what he did to die as well." Irina turns to the Lycan.

"Why turn you and your sister?"

"Because we reminded him of his daughter, your dead wife. Viktor turned us into Vampires. He lied to us, telling us a pack of Lycans had killed our family, ensuring that we would never betray them like she did." Irina tells Lucian.

Lucian takes in every detail of Irina and he could she indeed resembled Sonja in some ways making him miss her even more.

"We are always told to not go digging in the past. I wanted to know why and I found out the truth. I spent years following Lycans to find you. I never once believed Kraven that he killed you. Every single Vampire that went in didn't come out except to him."

"Intrigued to do business with you, Irina." Lucian shakes her hand.

Lucian leads her down underground to where he's been hiding along with other Lycans. As soon as the others catch a glimpse of her, they watch the two walk by confused why he would bring a Vampire down here.

Raze steps in front of the two letting out a growl and glaring at Irina, "Raze, she's on our side now." Lucian tells him so Irina smiles at Raze.

"I want this war to end for many reasons, Raze. I most want Viktor dead for murdering my family. Turning me into this and blinding me to the truth. We both have something in common... We were both his slaves." She puts her hands out to him and he shakes her head welcoming her.

Being underground was nice for Irina since she never had to worry about the sunlight getting to her during the day. It took a few weeks first for Lycans to get used to having a Vampire basically living with them now and not trying to kill them.

"When did Viktor turn you?" Lucian finds Irina messing with some swords she stole recently.

"1402, the same time you started the rise of Lycan's. I was 19 and I'm now 506. I didn't think I would've made it past 40 yet here I am. But I can admit it's nice to see how the world evolves over time."

"Do you wish you died as a human?" He leans against the wall.

"I do so I could be with my family." She starts to think back, "And with the man who stole my heart that was murdered in front of me since I didn't try to stop it." She gets upset. Lucian gets confused and she can see it causing her to chuckle, "My love was a Lycan, Lucian, when I was a human. When Viktor told us the Lycans killed our family, he captured Alaric and said he was one of the ones. Used a lie saying he used me to earn my trust. Hurt by the loss of my entire family, I believe him at that moment just for a brief moment. Alaric begged me not to believe Viktor's lies, crying about how I was the love of his life and that he could've never done that to me. It was too when I wanted to help him...Alaric was then decapitated in front of me while Viktor comforted me. I wish I could have done it all differently."

"Did you know he was a Lycan when you were human?" Lucian asks watching her cut her finger on the blade slowly.

"Indeed I did, and I trusted him with my whole heart... Until that moment I broke his not believing him." She tears up, "We had plans to run off together and get married. He knew my father would've never allowed it because of how he grew up. How his family was looked down on by even the worst." She watches the blood run down her finger as it mocks the actions of her tears on her cheek, "I never stopped loving him even for the little brief moment believing he helped kill my family."

"A Vampire in love with a Lycan... I believe Viktor was a little too correct that you were like Sonja." Lucian takes the sword away from her.

Irina watches Lucian set it down away from her before he turns back to her, "We'll get revenge for their deaths." He turns back to leave but stops, "We have something to relate to." He adds before leaving her alone.

She sits alone for a few minutes before getting up to go follow him, "Why are you now suddenly asking me questions about myself? I've been here for basically a month now and not once have you tried to get to know me better. I've been on my own down here. A few Lycans still don't like me down here."

"I apologize for that, Irina. I'm also sorry you've been alone down here. I know you left your sister for this as well." He turns to face her as Daze watches the two.

He was taken aback as she raised her voice at Lucian since none of the Lycans do so without pissing him off. Yet here she does so and Lucian was talking back to her calmly.

"I appreciate the apology." She leaves him and Raze.

"What even convinced you about her?" Raze turns to Lucian.

"I believed her words and now knowing her history, I know she knows how I feel about Viktor. She's different just like Sonja was."

#underworld #lucian underworld #lucian #selene #underworld siblings #michael corvin #viktor #marcus corvinus #eve #sonja #vampire #lycans #hybrid #underworld selene #underworld michael #underworld sonja #underworld raze #underworld evolution #underworld au #michael sheen

[box-architecture]

Dream is Spiderman, but he's lime colored. I didn't wanna have to do powerset stuff or anything for him because the point wasn't about the mechanics, it was about Awesamdream

so he's Lime Spider Man.

Don't Worry About It.

He and Sam are co-workers who work in a lab of a Big Science Building, and because of an accident at work, he gets bitten by a spider and sent to the hospital. Sam Has No Emotions About This Whatsoever He Promises (He becomes Doc Ock because his co-worker/crush was Hurt and In Danger and wanted to protect him and also be evil apparently)

Dream meanwhile realizes he has spider powers now and that the lab that they work in is owned by The Evil Cooperation, yknow, the usual, so he becomes Spider-Man.

and does not tell Sam that he's spider man

who does not tell Dream that he's Doc Ock

this is normal and fine.

Sam is sort of vaguely aware that the company is Evil but like, Sam has no morals. His priorities are: confess to crush and go to dinner maybe, make cool gadgets with the money he gets with his sweet lab gig

Sam has a crush on Dream and thinks Spiderman is Rude and Evil and Awful and A Threat

Dream has a soft spot and thinks Sam is a little naive but well meaning and thinks Doc Ock is going to murder him if he doesn't dodge right now

Spider-Man works to stop the Evil Cooperation while trying to find solid proof that its evil so he can show Sam that they need to quit their jobs, while also pretending to be a bedridden Dream because the explosion/accident should have left him unable to do much of anything. He's on paid leave right now and wearing bandages as a civilian.

Meanwhile Sam is anxiously trying to look out for Dream's well-being, not realizing the spider superhero he's throwing into a car is his crush, because I think its really funny.

Sam gets him flowers and frets over him at home and is really bad at flirting but he's earnest and sweet and Dream is thinking poor guy, he doesn't even know our bosses are planning to throw the entire city underwater today.

Sam was aware he just also planned a relaxing cruise for him and Dream to be on while that was happening and is mad that Spider-man kind of ruined that plan. He is RUINING the ATMOSPHERE. How DARE Spiderman stop him from having the perfect date for Dream and saving all those lives in the process.

(he assumes that his bodycount would make him look more impressive.)

It gets to the point where Dream tries to change into spiderman in an alleyway because crime is happening Right In Front Of Him only for Doc Ock to see Dream running through the crowd and grabs him in a panic because you could get hurt!! and Doc Ock ends up fixing the crime so he can get Dream home safely because Dream Wants To Help

Dream gets used as bait for Doc Ock at some point and it goes poorly. You kidnapped spiderman and didn't even like, put him in a real trap because you thought he was a civillain. He has to let Doc Ock grab him because he sounds so fucking distressed and Dream feels bad. He Is Once Again Escorted Home And Told Not To Strain Himself.

It all comes to a head when Dream goes back to work. He's spying and doing detective work now, trying to take them down, while Sams noticed how cautious and withdrawn he's become since coming back. He doesn't want Dream to feel unsafe :((((( he'll definitely protect him. So he takes Dream to a private room and shows him the Doc Ock suit, is blushing and embarrassed as he admits it was him all along.

Dream is. Kind of freaking out, because he's just realized Sam is Ock, Ock likes Dream, Ock hates Spiderman, and Sam Has Killed People, He's A Villain. Not a fun time to realize someone you care about wants you dead. So the obvious solution is to Back The Fuck Up and Leave.

Sam's also freaking out and upset because Dream won't look at him and he's ruined it and he needs Dream to stay, but he's barely halfway to pinning Dream against the wall before Man Evil Destruction Is Happening.

So Sam tells Dream to stay there in the box room where it's safe while he investigates. Dream quickly becomes Spiderman and the Evil Villain CEO nearly destroys the world. Same old same old. It gets taken care of, Dream manages to save the day, except for the part where he gets unmasked.

And Sam. Is horrified. Because he's been hurting Dream. Dream is hurt and it's his fault. Dreams been dealing with all his injuries alone where Sam hasn't been able to help, fighting and in dangerous situations unprotected, nearly killed. And so much of it at Sam's hands.

Obviously the solution is to kidnap Dream and hide him in his evil lair so he can figure out how to fix this, remove Dream's powers and keep him safe and inside where he belongs, instead of Out Where The Evil Is.

But also Listen. Dream's face get's revealed, Sam saves them both from a collapsing building, and hoards Dream in his Secret Evil Lair, where they now Both Are Aware Of Each Other's Identity. Dream is desperately trying to Escape while Sam is freaking out over his injuries and trying to catch him But Gently, until finally he gets frustrated after a few minutes and grabs Dream a little too harshly with his claws, slams him to the floor to keep him there.

And then he's immediately up close and personal because Dream is hurt and what if he made it worse while Dream thrashes and panics, trying to hit Sam only for more claws to pin his hands down. He's bargaining, pleading, and Sam can't hear him over the blood rushing through his ears as he pulls up the shirt of Dream's suit to check for wounds. To check the scars from Dream's accident and find them ugly and raised but healed far farther than they should be for a baseline human. Along with fading bruises from the building that nearly collapsed on top of them both.

Yknow, normal things.

Listen I just want Sam to be incredibly invasive because He's Just Like That he has no concept of boundaries and especially not when Dream might be badly injured. And Dream usually doesn't even register Sam's up close touching and feeling behavior because Dream at heart can't help but enable his friends behavior, can't help but let Sam do whatever he wants, doesn't even register the invasiveness of it because That's Just How Sam Is in his mind.

And to some degree that's even true here. Dream is pink in the cheeks at his torso being exposed, but like, its not really on his mind as being sexual, he's more severely stressed at the person he cares about has been trying to murder his superhero persona and now has no idea what Sam's current feelings on him are and the bodysuit is durable enough that removing the shirt could allow for easier murder.

Also he discovered Sam was Doc Ock only an hour or two at most before this so he's pretty fucking scrambled right now. Getting hit with a building does that to you.

Sam relaxes after seeing Dream is relatively fine enough to not need hospitalization and then instantly the tone changes because Dream is beneath him, saying his name, pinned down every which way and his hair is partially out of it's bun and he's touching Dream's chest and wait.

And then Sam has to be really abnormal and keep touching Dreams chest because Its Sam, which causes Dream to pause. And then Sam brings his hand up to cradle Dreams face (he has a black eye he's been fighting past his limits Sam's fault Sam's fault-)

Listen they fuck. Sam rips Dreams suit a lot because he's petty and blames all his problems on The Suit and then he makes Dream take tentacle cock while Dream begs for reprieve but enjoys every minute of it. He wraps Dream up and let's Dream attempt to futilely grip Sam's suit while he gets railed within an inch of his life.

And Sam doesn't let up for even a moment because he's wanted this for over a year, he's prepped things for it, he had a nice cozy apartment area for Dream in his underground bunker later so they could cuddle and hang out once he finally revealed he was Doc Ock. He's got everything he needs to have Dream and he doesn't want to let go for even a moment, not at the risk of Dream leaving and losing the one person he's been trying to connect with.

Because Dream is friends with everyone, he's an extrovert, he's fun and silly and wonderful

And Sam isn't good with people and says all the wrong things and doesn't do morals and social stuff very well, but Dream never thought badly of him for being bad at that. (Admittedly they're going to have a long talk about the murder at some point) And Sam wants !!!! He just wants Dream to smile at him and tell him he did a good job and also cry out for him on his cock. Pretty sunshine boy should personally shine with tears on his face, begging for more, begging for less, begging for everything because Sam wants to be wanted so badly it hurts.

He is going to put his dick in Dreams mouth and curl a tentacle around him to Keep Him Up so he can use another to piston into Dream until he can feel the vibrations of Dreams moans around his cock.

And even if Sam feels nothing from Dream pumping the dildos attached to his limbs it's still incredibly mouth watering to watch him serve Sam's limbs, Sam's robotic arms. He's able to essentially gangbang Dream as a single person and it's a fucking prize unto itself.

-

I have an assortment of thoughts about how cDream is a sunshine boy that lost so much of his shine as time went on, but also how Dream and Sam are a bit too Abnormal to be any sort of typical happy/moody dynamic, especially in Canon, where Dream completely loses his shine by the end of prison and Sam isn't necessarily introverted so much as he's driven away the one reasonable person in his life (Ponk) and surrounded himself with More Enablers and people who won't question him or can't question him

They're not easily definable by that typical optimistic-grump dynamics in canon, but Dream in spiderverse has been able to keep a lot of the optimism and hope he so desperately needed in dsmp due to Spiderman getting to be a hero and being able to consider himself a good guy in comparison to the dsmp where he couldn't even get to be the hero when he wanted to be, whereas Sam here is more willing to accept the label of Evil because he doesn't equate it with being Bad because Morals Aren't Real Only The People You Care About

I thought about this over dinner because Dream and Sam are too alike in canon to be pigeonholed in the dynamic so I initially regretted using the term Sunshine Boy and Extrovert for Dream, but ultimately that isn't even necessarily what Dream is, he's too complex for that, but Sam puts Dream on a pedestal even in canon in these really weird ways that tends to turn Dream into an Idea moreso than a person. Sam sees him as sunshine, so he is. Of course Dream is friends with everyone, can do everything Sam can't, it's Dream.

And in this moment when he's ripping off the suit he's seeing Dream as the fully dynamic person he is for the first time, and it's upsetting, it's different, it's hard to cope with, but he has to because if he has to choose between a fantasy he never gets or Dream, a full fledged reality bouncing on his cock, kissing him in the mornings while they eat breakfast, holding hands, despite the imperfections?

Letting go of Dream isn't an option, so he adapts

And that's how he and Dream ultimately meet in the middle, as characters. Letting go isn't an option, so they change to become the thing they need to be. The world changes them.

-

#backposting #awesamwastaken #spiderdream au

[alpaca-clouds]

Things to learn

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix)

Shipping: Dracula/Lisa

Genre: Sappy Fluff with a bit of Smut

Length: 1670 words

“I am still surprised,” Lisa muttered, as she bit down on the meat. The taste was perfect. Gamy, the amount of spice just right. It was what she supposed the food served at the courts of Europe would taste like – nothing that someone like her was ever supposed to taste.

Vlad smiled at her. “How so?”

“You said you barely have eaten normal food in decades. So I am surprised you handle the cooking well.”

“I just don't forget things,” he replied.

It was so strange. The way he looked at her. The expression in his red eyes so incredibly soft. His smile was warm. It all did feel almost unreal. But it was not, was it? There was a silver band on her finger. Her wedding band. At times she was still wondering, whether she had gone insane. She knew the man for barely more than half a year and yet was married to him – was bearing his child.

Yet, he was a thoughtful husband. He was cooking for her, looking after her, still teaching her the sciences of course. It was all she could ever have dreamed of. Even more. Which was, why it felt so unreal.

“You should eat it, while it is still warm,” he said.

“Of course.” She smiled, shaking her head as she realized she had been lost in her thoughts. “Though I am fairly certain this would still be good served cold.”

“I would be,” he said. “But you need a warm meal.”

It made her chuckle. He really was thoughtful - and a bit nervous. It seemed that this, having a child, was as new to him as it was to her. Even if she could not yet be past the tenth week, he was at times acting as if she could be due any minute.

She took his hand now over the table. “Relax, dear. I am still feeling fine.”

He nodded, smiled. “Of course.” For a moment his long fingers interweaved his hers, as he was looking at their hands.

Vlad really was a strange man. Maybe the strangest man she had ever met. But he was a good man. People probably would not believe her, if she told them, but she was most certain, that he was good – even though she knew him to be a murderer.

And he was a good cook, always knowing how to get it just right. The meat, that would be just red enough, the noodles he would make by hand, the vegetables he served with it. She supposed all of that was knowledge as well. Knowledge she could learn from him, too.

“You don't need to help me,” he said, when he was washing the dishes, making her sigh. She tapped against his shoulder and tucked his collar. A simple little sign that he understood quite well by now. He bowed down, allowing for her to kiss him.

“My dear.” With a smile she cupped his face in her hands. “I am pregnant, not dying.”

“I know.” He sighed, chuckling awkwardly. “I know that.”

At least he did not protest any longer, when she dried of the dishes, putting them into the right cupboards again.

“What do you want to do for the evening?” he asked. After all the evening was the time they got to share the most – even if he rarely ever slept. As such she just leaned against him. “I think for once, I might enjoy just reading a book.” She took his hand, that was so big compared to her own. “Will you join me?”

He smiled, now bowing to kiss her all on his own. “Of course,” he whispered, the fingers of his free hand weaving through her hair. Then he kissed her forehead, as he would do so often.

He was good. Soft. Caring. For her it was almost hard to imagine him killing. She knew he had done so in the past. She never allowed herself to forget it. But as he was right now she could barely imagine it.

Soon she found herself leaning against him on the sofa in the sitting room. There was a nice fire burning, as by now the nights were chilly, even though the castle with its big walls quite well isolated. But sitting here in front of the fire, with him by her side was always nice.

He was reading as well, making her wonder if he was reading maybe the same book for the tenth time. Her book was new, of course. It was in Latin, a language she had only started to learn as she got here. It was not on medicine, but on the movement of the stars. It was another thing she had learned since she had gotten here. The earth was revolving around the sun - not the other way around. It was fascinating, really. So much knowledge found in this castle. So much knowledge he was holding himself.

Once more his fingers ran through her hair, before he softly kissed the top of her head. “I love you,” he whispered, making her look up from her book.

“Where is this coming from all of the sudden?”

“I…” He took her right hand, the one bearing the ring. “It is still quite hard to believe, really.” Guiding the hand to his lips, he kissed it, before pausing, pulling in her smell.

I am afraid it gets adulty after this, so off to Ao3 you go.

#castlevania #Dracula #vlad dracula tepes #dracula castlevania #lisa castlevania #Dracula X Lisa #Fluff #feeling sappy #Fanfiction #Castlevania Fanfiction

[lynxmisnomer]

hi I want to know everything about boe forever please

Ok ok more oc posting

Full disclaimer: BOE is very heavily based on the antagonist from Wings of Fire arc 3 and they share a ton of similarities down to the name. Spoilers ahead for The Poison Jungle and beyond.

BOE is an iterator/plant. Its full designation is Breath Of Evil, but that name raises a lot of red flags so it typically just goes by its acronym.

It started out as a normal iterator, and the design of it I posted isn't actually what its real puppet looks like. BOE was always a bit of a narcissist and apathetic towards others, ancients and neighbors alike, with very little interest in changing. A while after the mass ascension it got bored of iterating, as many iterators do, and decided it wanted to be top shit. Except it wasn't group senior so obviously it had to change that. It made various subtle attempts to gain power and privilege among its local group, but BOE isn't exactly a nice person, and eventually its neighbors suspected it of duplicity and ill-intent and stopped talking to it.

Eventually it came across a plant. This was The Plant. BOE observed the plant had properties that allowed it to compel small insects to carry its seeds to new places. This gave it the brilliant idea to use the plant to mind-control animals for fun. So it took the plant's genome and bioengineered it to work on larger creatures such as lizards, slowly building its potency to work on bigger and bigger organisms. It continued to evolve and refine The Plant until it eventually wondered if the plant could be used to mind-control an iterator, so that maybe it could "convince" its senior to give it privileges.

Since its neighbors ghosted it, there was only itself to experiment on with the plants. In the process of this experimentation it fucked up and accidentally let the plant take over its systems as it grew out of control. That was fine though, because it had merged with the plant and still retained its super smart iterator consciousness. Only now it had the added plant instinct to grow and spread everywhere, which combined to form the logic "If I spread everywhere I will be top shit." From there it continued to specifically tailor the plant's adaptations towards thriving in superstructure-like environments. The plant's roots dig into the iterator's systems and can control electric impulses, allowing it to manipulate functions. BOE could control and manipulate the plants itself since the plant was now a part of it. It also sped up the plant's growth rate significantly.

What followed was the takeover and subsequent murder of its neighbors, Sounds of Endless Summer, Thousand-Eyed Autumn, Winter's Plumage and their senior Springing Scents. Autumn was the one to coin the name "Breath of Evil" when the mysterious plant arrived to invade their systems, and BOE decided to adopt that name both for the plant and its own designation. BOE doesn't need to kill its hosts, as the plants can survive in a standing superstructure just as well as a collapsed one, but it decided to kill its neighbors because they were being annoying.

Once it had eliminated its old group, it turned its attention to conquering other iterators, with the eventual goal of mind controlling and/or killing all iterators in existence. Kind of an unrealistic goal, but it has a plant brain so.

The design I posted for BOE is how it appears in the mindspace, a manifestation of its consciousness that it can pull hosts into to talk to them. It cannot physically harm anyone in the mindspace, as its essentially a dream, but it loves socializing with hosts in a creepy, over-familiar way. The mindspace can appear however it pleases, though usually the setting is based on places it has seen or places in the memories of hosts. BOE cannot access a host's memories without their consent, so if a host says no to sharing memories there's not much it can do about that.

I think that covers most of it. Basically it is an evil parasite that hijacks other iterators' brains for fun using plants. It also got very fruity somehow.

#rain world #oc:boe #long post #ask

[lorillee]

btw can you tell me about how that cat is an incel

AAAHGH i typed out this whole thing and then tumblr screwed it up and deleted everything. wailing and gnashing of teeth. but thats okay. ill explain it again. anyways to any of my 5 remaining warriors mutuals if you see this post and i got something wrong i apologize to be honest its been like a decade since ive read the books that encompass this whole mess. anyways. ive provided a helpful relationship map to give you some visualization and keep these people straight

ok. so tldr. sort of. actually not really but whatever. so basically brambleclaw is a special prophecy boy who gets a dream from the dead ancestors being like "ok you need to go 🚶💼🚗 on this journey 😤💥😎 and do some stuff 😌✨🌠" and brambleclaw is like "ok got it boss 🫡" and goes on his journey to do some stuff. its not relevant to the love drama. squirrelflight invites herself along and they end up becoming friends and later start dating. at some point after this brambleclaw starts striking up a relationship with his half-brother and squirrelflight is Not A Fan partially because his half-brother is Kinda Shady and partially because shes suspicious because of his dad, who is also brambleclaw's dad, who really sucked as a person.

so squirrelflight tells brambleclaw that he needs to stop hanging out with his half-brother, and brambleclaw gets mad and accuses her of suspecting him purely based on their dad (and if she doesnt trust the half-brother because of his dad, what does that say about their relationship etc etc). so they get into a whole fight about it and its a drama and they break up. in the aftermath squirrelflight starts hanging out with ashfur who is Just Some Guy and they start dating. meanwhile leafpool gets a dream from the dead ancestors thats like "ok so get this 👀🤯💥 squirrelflight and brambleclaw 😳👫💖 are like . totally destined to be together forever 😌✨🌠" and leafpool is like "ok got it boss 🫡" and tells squirrelflight. squirrelflight is like omg for real???? and tells brambleclaw and they get back together. ashfur fades into irrelevancy.

shortly before this, however. leafpool breaks off her illegal relationship (illegal because 1) shes a priestess and cant get married or have kids and 2) because the guy shes dating is from a rival clan) but later finds out - oops ! - shes pregnant. unfortunately this is now. a problem. in the meanwhile squirrelflight gets a dream from the dead ancestors thats like "okkkkk so like 😳😭😔 sorry to break this to you but ummmm 🤯💀🧍‍♂️ youre infertile 😌✨🌠" leafpool asks squirrelflight to take her babies and pretend that they are hers and brambleclaws and squirrelflight is like "got it boss 🫡". so squirrelflight lies to 1) the clan 2) the babies and 3) brambleclaw that they are hers and brambleclaw's children. no way thisll go wrong right 😎👍

so things go normally for a few years and everything is fine. then one day theres a huge storm after a drought or something i think and the entire forest catches on fire. squirrelflight is trying to get the kids out (they are adults now) and its a problem but hey look! ashfurs here to help! oh- oh wait whats . whats he doing ummmm. so basically ashfur says something to the extent of "you ruined my life i hate you so much im going to kill your kids in front of you to make you understand how i felt every single day" completely unprompted and squirrelflight is like "um. uhhhh ok well have fun with that because theyre not even my kids 👍" <- clearly last ditch effort to get ashfur to leave and ashfur is like "wait what for real? um. well okay bye then" and leaves.

one of the kids who is a massive stickler for The Warrior Code has 57 moments in a row though because she has just been alerted to the fact that she is an Illegal Baby and Should Not Exist and murders ashfur to prevent him from revealing the truth about them but then ends up having a Mental Illness Moment and tells everybody about leafpools illegal relationship babies at the monthly gathering of all the clans and runs off into a cave and fakes her death kind of. its a whole thing

#lorillee.txt #ask #cartoonrival #also i want you to know that the dead ancestors lied to squirrelflight about her being infertile #and then later get mad at her for taking the kits and lying to everybody about it #dont ask me how this makes any sense at all. it doesnt. starclan sucks #lorillee.png #<- also. i guess

[k-s-morgan]

Why did Hannibal induce seizures in Will with the light? Also, was that the cause of Will’s encephalitis or did that only worsen his condition?

Did Hannibal induce the seizures as part of his “therapy” to make Will become? Or was that so Will would get so sick and be forced to quit pursuing the Chesapeake Ripper? The whole time Hannibal is telling Will he should quit, that the stress is making him ill so he wants Will to quit consulting for the FBI.

But honestly I’m not sure if he wanted Will to quit because Will was too close to the truth or because he genuinely cared about Will’s mental health?

Sorry I realize it’s too many questions in one ask :(

Hello! Thank you for your ask <3

Will had encephalitis for reasons unrelated to Hannibal or his therapy. There are signs that his condition was already present in E1: he gets headaches and takes Aspirin, he’s sweating and having nightmares as well as visions. While he has some of these later on, too, because of his imagination and his psyche overall, he tends to be calmer and more in control. At the start of the show, he was pretty evidently physically ill already. 

Hannibal used lights on Will to intensify some of the effects of his encephalitis. Why? He wanted Will to Become. He viewed Will clinging to limitations and denying his true nature as something very harmful, so he tried to shatter these limitations by using encephalitis as an opportunity. The sicker Will was, the less control he had, and the more chances there were of him snapping, acting on his urges, and killing someone. In addition, by losing time, Will couldn’t confirm to himself that he hasn’t murdered anyone. 

I believe Hannibal was waiting for him to become fed up with all this and decide to go dark because it’s easier than fighting. We can see his doubts with Sutcliffe: Will is cleared of all charges at first, but he still feels uneasy about his murder, wondering if he could have done it. Hannibal tries to further push it forward by making it sound like Will killed Beth, Georgia’s friend - Will is quick to argue against it, but Hannibal’s goal is clear: he pushes Will to face his darkness from different angles. Jack might think that the problem is in Will’s empathy, but Will and Hannibal know that it’s about Will’s darkness and his attempts to fight it. That’s why Will is followed around by Hobbs, his first kill. Will knows his repression is the likeliest root of his problem, and Hannibal hopes that with enough pressure, he will grow weary of fighting, snapping and becoming reborn.

Obviously, the plan was very dangerous, but the show has its own dream logic and Hannibal has confidence that borders on downright devilish. We are led to believe that he flawlessly controls Will’s state of encephalitis. That’s why he’s so insulted when Sutcliffe asks him if he’s going to let Will die. He’s equally offended when Gideon suggests that he doesn’t care about Will because of him having a seizure - he repeats, “I said it was mild.” So Hannibal is certain that Will is going to be fine. He has a great conversation with Bedelia that explains his train of thought about it.

Hannibal: I see myself in Will.

Bedelia: Do you see yourself in his madness?

Hannibal: Madness can be a medicine for the modern world. You take it in moderation, it’s beneficial.

Bedelia: You overdose and there are unfortunate side effects.

Hannibal: Side effects can be temporary. They can be a boost to our psychological immune systems to help fight the existential crises of normal life.

So, in Hannibal’s mind,  Will’s illness was a medicine: it was supposed to cure him of his stubborn clinging to normality.

As for why Hannibal wanted Will to quit: I think several factors were involved at once. Primarily, I think he wanted Will to look deeper and to acknowledge his reasons for wanting to stay so stubbornly, even when he saw how bad this work was for him. Will was always drawn to darkness: working on murders helped him stay close in a way that he found satisfying. Will is not such an embodiment of morality that he would keep doing something that’s driving him crazy and killing him just to save some lives; he was addicted to darkness and Hannibal wanted him to admit it.  

Working for the FBI compromised Will’s loyalty, forced him to still cling to the notion of being good and working for the sake of justice. As long as Will tried to stay moral, he hindered his own Becoming. Ultimately, I think Hannibal’s goal was what he stated it to be: for Will to see who he is, separate himself from all other personas, to Become and to accept his real self. 

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