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toffeecoco1 · 13 days

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A concept:

SQH is forced to reveal the system and/or his status as a transmigrator, due to a truth serum or whatever other convenient plot device. I HIGHLY doubt MBJ would just pass this knowledge on to LBH, especially if LBH didn’t ask—and how on earth would he think to ask??

So instead, I think at least part of it happens with LBH around. He watches SQH have a meltdown over being revealed, spewing nonsense about writing a book and then waking up inside it. He doesn’t even need to catch the entire mess, only fragments of it—enough to understand that it’s possible to jump from one world to the next, to end up in a world you already know.

And he starts wondering. Thinking about someone else he knows who has always known too much and brushed it off by claiming he read it in some book or another that Binghe can’t confirm exists. And though SQH appears to have found himself in this world as a child, who’s to say that’s the only possibility? His shizun’s personality changed suddenly and drastically, and he has no memories of his shizun having such startlingly extensive knowledge before that event.

What happens then depends on when this takes place: if it’s post-canon, he probably corners SQH to ask, and is smug about threatening him, then cradles the knowledge he receives close to his chest. Whether he brings this to his shizun is hard to tell, but he’d definitely carry himself with a light, happy air. Knowing that his shizun has always been kind to him and always loved him is simply euphoric. SQQ might notice him acting different and ask him about it, which might lead to a conversation—where SQQ is terrified at first, but relieved and simply relaxed by the end. He truly doesn’t mind being Shen Qingqiu and living what is technically a lie, but it’s… lovely to let his guard down a little around his husband, even if by this point “Shen Qingqiu” is no longer a mask he has to hide behind.

(Being post-canon is also fun because binghe can think back to the mausoleum and go “wow. maybe this should have been obvious.”)

Alternatively, I LOVE the idea that this happens earlier, during the 5 years where SQQ is dead. Rather than excitement and giddiness at solving a puzzle and figuring out more about his beloved, Binghe feels only grief and a slow horror as the pieces fall into place.

Maybe he still doesn’t know why his shizun pushed him into the abyss, but if none of the abuse he suffered was actually at his hands, if shizun truly was only ever kind to him… at the least he can begin to understand why his shizun might have sacrificed himself for him.

When he corners SQH this time, it’s with real anger, laced with fear and regret. SQH’s panicked answers give him enough information to piece together that SQQ likely didn’t have a choice in pushing him into the abyss.

So he wallows. His beloved never once tried to hurt him, was always kind to him and protected him. Likely knew he would escape the abyss alive. And he repaid that with threats and coercion, and drove his shizun to his death.

Years later, when he is in a dream and suddenly realises that his shizun is real, he doesn’t slowly smirk and begin to plot. He instead falls to his knees, gripping tightly to his shizun’s clothing and sobbing—much to SQQ’s confusion. But, still slightly numb with the whiplash of being kissed clumsily without warning and then suddenly cried on by a man he’s convinced is going to kill him, all SQQ can do is gently pat his disciple’s head.

#bingqiu #svsss #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #scum villain’s self saving system #shang qinghua #i was reading tossawary’s “if it can be destroyed”#and had the thought that. hm.#what if lbh saw something like this.#what if sqq’s system reveal was actually airplane’s system reveal #i think i meant to make sqh and moshang more relevant here oops #they’re having their own little relationship crisis on the side. binghe’s not going to interfere with that mess #writing

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christinesficrecs · 5 months

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It's the time of the year where I sneak holiday fics into all my recs. 🤶🏻

Scent Left Unsaid by bleep0bleep | 2.5K | Mature

In a society where werewolves are second class, Deucslist is an alternative werewolf network (similar to Craigslist) where humans and werewolves offer (mostly sexual) services. Derek is a long-term client of an anonymous human omega whose scent is just perfect. He never expects to meet him, until it happens.

Derek has slept with that faded red hooded sweatshirt every night since he got it in the mail. It’s calming, that scent; it’s everything to him. So it’s strange now that Derek is smelling it wafting from the end of the subway car as it careens towards the L line, lights flickering on the passing platforms.

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In which Derek and his daughter are displaced just in time for the holidays, matched up with Stiles and his young son in a government protection program.

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Agent Derek Hale has been working up the courage to ask his partner Stiles out on a date (finally!) when he heads out on a solo mission—without Derek. Eager to provide support, Derek arrives in Beacon Hills, only there is no mission, and Stiles’ dad thinks Derek is Stiles’ boyfriend.

Well. It could be worse.

The Kiss Doctor by bleep0bleep | 3.5K

“That’s me,” Derek says. “Are you, um— the Kiss Doctor?” “Stiles,” is the reply, and the guy grins. It’s charming.

i wait for you like a lonely house by bleep0bleep | 4.5K

Derek isn’t sure why he buys the house. He doesn’t need the space, that much is certain. While it’s not as big as the one Derek grew up in, something about the cheerful yellow paint and the wide staircase (with banisters wide enough for children to slide down) draws him in.

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Derek mentally kicks himself for just standing there like a lovestruck fool, but it’s been exactly forty-six days since he saw Stiles, and he still remembers the taste of his skin, how Stiles feels underneath him.

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords | 15.7K

Derek doesn’t expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he’s free to look for a lover, he doesn’t know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.

All's Fair in Orgasms and War by bleep0bleep | 63.2K | Explicit

The one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way.

nom de plume by bleep0bleep | 3.9K

There are no more chapters. 22 is the last one. Derek groans in despair. He has to know what happens.

Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by bleep0bleep | 32.8K

“Did you say–” Stiles starts.

“What?” Derek growls.

“We’re not a couple!” they both retort in unison.

“We’re not together,” Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. “An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell.”

i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) by bleep0bleep | 10.5K

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he’s not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he’s ever wanted— except he doesn’t seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

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It’s been ten years since he’s seen Derek Hale, but Stiles would recognize that ass anywhere.

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Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he's no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he's been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure. Derek blinks.

of course, of course by bleep0bleep | 12.9K | Explicit

Derek swallows, watching Stiles mull over the paperwork. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely,” Stiles says, licking his lips. He signs with a flourish and pushes the contract back at Derek.

Derek knows every word of the contract by heart, but his heart stutters anyways when a sentence jumps out at him. The client acknowledges that any bond created during the heat session is temporary.

#sterek fics #sterek #ficrecs #fanfic writers #sterek fandom #author spotlight #bleepobleep #author appreciation

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fras-redacted-shapes · 6 months

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Time is weird within the Oldest House

Spoilers for Alan Wake 2 and slight speculation for Control 2

Alright so. According to Estevez, HQ went dark and while she gives no hint as for how long it's been like that, it's safe to assume it's been four years due to how consistent the each Remedy game has been about the years they take place on.

Besides that, nothing is ever hinted at what's going on with the FBC's headquarters.

We know now time loops and spirals inside the Dark Place and that changes done there can bleed into reality (Jesse being told by a psychiatrist Zane is a filmmaker and not a poet, as she remembered him).

From the AWE DLC we know Jesse briefly witnessed Alan meeting Zane ("The Meeting" from now on), which came full circle in AW2.

From this event it's not unreasonable to assume two things:

1. The Meeting happened back in 2019.

The AWE DLC takes place before the ending of Control's and Foundation's story. This can be seen in the reports Emily writes about the new hiss enemies introduced in each dlc.

For the one introduced in AWE her title is still Research Specialist.

For the one in Foundation, her title is Head of Research. (also she got her Doctorate, you go girl!)

If this is holds up, Alan's timeline in AW2 has been bouncing back and forth way back from 2023.

Or, if you want a headache, even farther back given his role in Tom the Poet which came out before Zane disappeared. This is the poster in the Suomi Hall in Watery.

There's no hint yet if this change/addition of Alan writing a novel that inspired the film has made it past Watery and Bright Falls into the real world or was cleared at the end of the game.

This would also mean Ahti has been on vacations for four years.

2. The Meeting happened in 2023.

At the end of AWE dlc Langston says they're receiving an AWE alert from Cauldron Lake that is set a few years into the future. But is it?

What if it's actually the present, my dear beautiful Langston?

This would be consistent with the lack of any visual indication of the passage of time during the main story. There's none. And then, the Foundation DLC ends, and we see Dylan has grown hair and a beard.

Cute. But you know, Remedy has weaponized easter eggs. So no, I don't think Mr. comatose baldy growing a beard is a cute little detail they spent resources on.

We know by the time The Meeting takes place, Alan has not gotten out of the Dark Place yet, hence the alarm has not been activated (it goes off in the FBC monitoring station as soon as Alan/Scratch is transported back to the shore where Saga meets him for the first time).

If this holds up, then the timeline is more or less like this:

Ahti lets Jesse into the Oldest House in October 29th, 2019.

While Jesse is dealing with the Hiss, Alan unlocks Investigation Sector in the elevator.

Alan Meets Zane .

Jesse gets a glimpse of The Meeting.

Ahti gives Jesse his cassette players, goes on vacation.

Alan/Scratch gets out of the Dark Place (September 13th, 2023).

The AWE alarm sounds - and the signal made it into the Oldest House (September 13th, 2023).

Jesse takes down the Projector and deals with the Nail.

Dylan has grown hair.

Between point 4 and 5 more time could've passed, otherwise those are some short vacations for Ahti, it sounds like he's been in Watery for a while.

Therefore, during Control's main story, time was halted or passed very, very slowly when compared to the world outside.

How come?

With Remedy integrating their own alternate version of Quantum Break they might as well start using some of its harder science fiction approach. Alan has already mentioned the Dark Place as Dark Matter in one of his rambling videos. And well, this seems to have been the plan all along. From the chalkboard in Quantum Break:

There's been no text about black holes or matter density affecting space-time in any game as far as I remember. However, the imagery has been there with the Dark Presence vortex and certain images looking like event horizons.

So this is pure speculation:

The Oldest House is massive, it shifts, it expands and contracts. Could it be dense enough to affect space-time? could it do this on command?

It could be so dense that to those within its walls it'd seem like little to no time has passed, while outside at least four years have gone by.

The entire story is written in present tense in the missions menu, even after a mission has been completed (and the way the collectibles/mission menu was integrated as a world-building element with the Mind Place in Alan Wake 2, I don't think this was meant to be a cute weird little detail even back then).

Something happened during or after the events in the Foundation dlc, something shifted and now time is passing more or less normally. Or at least it is showing its effects on people.

Alice was seemingly cleansed from the effects the Dark Place had over her memory as soon she was brought inside the Oldest House. It's not unreasonable to assume this effect expands to protecting those within (those that are not too far gone, like Hartman). So the Oldest House would deal with time in its own terms, while the Dark Presence could make retroactive changes to certain details in the reality outside of it, like Zane going from poet to filmmaker.

Dylan's hair growth would indicate a month or two have passed at the very least by the end of Foundation. And from the one Control 2 concept art that has been shown so far, there are orange leaves in the pavement.

So Remedy could be planning to lift he lock-down during autumn. Autumn of what year? Heh, that's gonna be a fun one to find out.

As a counterpoint one could point at the game cinematic shots of the Oldest House from outside, they're always set at night across the story. It's just a detail that could've easily be a result of resource constraints. Yeah, not that it implies the story could've happened within one night.

Like with the clocks! You can point out at time being weird inside the Oldest House because none of the clocks are working! Time is literally frozen teehee, static textures on 3D assets, except for uh

Darling's Office in Central Research? Is that-

IS IT

IT'S WORKING

WHY DID YOU DO THIS REMEDY?

STOP-

(WE GET IT REMEDY, YOU'VE BEEN PLANNING IT ALL ALONG AND WHEN EVERYTHING IS LAID OUT IN CANON WE'LL FEEL SILLY BECAUSE THE HINTS WHERE THERE, IN OUR FACES, ALL THIS TIME)

Or you know, Control 2 will deal with the main cast enduring years of lock-down and the concept art is actually the end or middle of the game, and everyone exits the building on the year Control 2 releases.

Kind of lame in my opinion, but would make sense I guess.

Of course, there's another possibility I don't feel like following through:

The Dark Presence succeeded in changing the entire world and only The Oldest House and those inside remained intact. I mean, Dylan's easter egg in Foundation has some images

(that better not be a frozen ocean NO)

(NO, do not tell me this is the Huotari Well omg)

Hiss/Dark Presence became besties

And maybe, count Dylan's cut Hotline call. But that's cut content so strictly speaking, not canon (imagine it gets restored between Alan Wake 2 dlcs and the next Control game haha).

There are some things that should be brought full circle about the AWE dlc.

Alan is already aware of the FBC thanks to Estevez and Alice.

The sound fx aspect of the Hiss chant is basically lifted from the Cult of the Tree chanting (or you know, if you want another headache, it could be the other way around). And there are hints of verses from the Hiss incantation said out loud here and there. So pre-existing elements to give shape to a dadaist poem attributed to a hostile extra-dimensional resonance complete!

Has he yet come across the information from the FBC, that Hartman became a Taken?

He also kind of knows about the general plot of Control given he wrote a screenplay for an episode of Night Springs that was never produced.

It became clearer that Alan doesn't write whole new things or realities from scratch (shut up), that he writes from "visions" and vivid "nightmares" he's had. If that screenplay is a vision of the future of the events within the Oldest House, then that could be it.

However we haven't seen him become aware or gain knowledge of Polaris or Jesse herself beyond her extremely brief appearance during The Meeting.

This information has yet to make it outside the Oldest House (as far as we know) and only Dylan and Emily know about Polaris so far. Ahti too, maybe?

Sure, Alan could've somehow glimpsed something through the Oceanview Motel, he's got a door there anyways and he's gone through the Dark Place version of it (the Hotel), but this has not been made explicit like The Meeting.

Maybe The Lake House dlc will clear up that connection.

I mean yeah, that'd be fitting.

Don't forget one of the cut pieces from Control was The Oldest House opening a passage to Ahti's cabin in Finland, so The Oldest House being able to making an opening to Cauldon Lake is in Remedy's toolbox.

(I also think it'd be fair to see more of Jesse since Alan got a whole new 3D model in Control's AWE)

I'm missing a lot of things here I'm sure, I put this together more or less from things off the top of my head. I haven't gone through Control in a while so there are probably a more and clearer hints regarding time shenanigans within the Oldest House.

Also, AW2 timeline needs to be put on a wall to make sense of it. It'd look like a spiral, because of course.

#oops sorry I was supposed to be doing art #alan wake 2 #alan wake 2 spoilers #spoilers #control remedy #control game #control 2019 #remedyversetxt

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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black & white

humans live in a world of black and white until they meet their soulmate.

pairing: solomon x gn!reader

sfw | soulmates au | angst with a happy ending

cw: jealousy, story spoilers for s3 + s4, events that take place in alternate/future timelines (including: violence, solomon and mc raising a child together, implied character injury/death)

Solomon lives in a world of black and white.

When he was a human king trying to satiate his lust for power, he expected one of his many spouses would turn out to be his soulmate and his world would burst with colour - but it never happened. By the time his spouses reached triple-digit figures, he only felt resigned acceptance that he may never meet his soulmate.

He pretends not to be disappointed by that truth, but he is.

He collects demons and harnesses their strength, building his wealth and influence beyond measure, but none of his earthly and otherworldly gains are able to fully soothe the emptiness he feels. When he stumbles upon his own immortality, he has no expectation now that he’ll ever meet his soulmate - he considers it a punishment for the life he’s lived.

He creates a potion that simulates the illusion of colour, and a small rune on the inside of his wrist warns him when the potion’s effect is fading. There are times when he sees the colours blurring to nothing at the edge of his vision, the rune etched on his skin slowly disappearing.

Some mornings he wakes up, filled with unmeasurable loneliness when the world has returned to a landscape of grey. When he stumbles into his alchemy lab, he grasps the small vial of potion in his hand - and in a fit of frustration, he flings it against the wall. He does this more than he cares to admit, stupefied by the one obstacle he has yet to overcome, but he slumps into his chair and reforms the vial with a muttered incantation. Eventually he stops letting the potion’s effect fade at all, drinking it like clockwork to avoid waking up to the dull, grey reality that plagues his dreams.

The centuries pass by and he studies magical anomalies in the world, testing the limits of his own power and brilliance. Sometimes it’s easier to associate with demons and angels than other humans - their races aren’t impacted by the curse of soulmates, and they don’t pity him the way human witches or sorcerers sometimes do. The Devildom in particular is a rich, vibrant world he can lose himself in, indulging in his sins without shame and exploring his magic without limitations.

When he meets you during the Devildom exchange program, it feels like the first genuine human friendship he’s had in a very long time. You captivate him in ways he can’t articulate, but he watches the demons and angels around you slowly succumb to your charms and enthusiasm. He hates to admit that you’ve lured him in as easily as the others, but he decides he’s simply one of many and thinks nothing of it, shoving unrequited feelings for you deep down where he can pretend they don’t exist.

Sometimes his heart betrays him and he thinks about you - romantic thoughts, desperate thoughts - but he’s used to ignoring the pang of longing that makes his heart clench. The truth he tells himself is that you’re already lost to him, destined to find your perfect soulmate one day while he hopes he never has to witness it.

He tries to keep his distance from you but it’s a challenge, especially after you’ve become a fully-fledged sorcerer and you travel freely between the Devildom and human world at will. After so many lifetimes of doing things alone, he can’t resist the temptation to invite you along while he carries out his duties as the human world’s would-be guardian. More and more often these days, you seek him out, wanting his wisdom or expertise - or sometimes you just want his company - and he is too selfish to say no.

One morning Solomon wakes up and it seems like a typical day - it’s only later that afternoon he happens to glance at his wrist and sees that one of his runes is missing. The fact that the world is still colourful and vibrant as ever makes him panic even more than if he had woken up to a world of black and white. Now that he thinks about it, he can’t remember the last time he drank that potion.

Solomon makes a list of all the hypothetical scenarios that can explain what happened, but he keeps drawing the same conclusion: he met his soulmate and didn’t realize it. It’s difficult to pinpoint when he stopped drinking the potion and almost impossible to narrow down the list of potential soulmates he met before that time.

He knows Barbatos doesn’t use his powers freely at Diavolo’s request, but having a pact with him does come in handy for situations like this. Barbatos hesitates when Solomon nearly begs him to take him back into the past. Barbatos finally obliges, having been granted Diavolo’s permission just this once; Solomon’s not sure what Barbatos did to persuade him, but he knows better than to ask.

Barbatos leads Solomon to his private chambers and through a portal so that they can watch his life zoom by in reverse. Barbatos’s ability isn’t impacted by the effects of Solomon’s potion so identifying the moment his world shifts from greyscale to colour is his only clue. Solomon sees the day - nearly two weeks ago - when he last drank the potion, but the colour lingers as Barbatos searches long before that, months of time passing by without any signs of change.

At last the world seems to darken for a moment, and Barbatos pauses his spell when Solomon’s vision suddenly reverts to black and white. Solomon stares at the scene before him: having just introduced himself to you at RAD, you shake his hand while a glimmer of curiosity shines in both your eyes. Colour bleeds into the world when your hands touch.

Barbatos glances at Solomon who’s grown silent, apparently oblivious to the grin on his face and the tears falling from the corners of his eyes. Solomon chuckles, feeling close to bursting with the same happiness he only ever feels when he’s with you.

It suddenly makes sense: all those times when he felt drawn to you even though you seemed so ordinary; his suspicions that turned to fear when he realized your powers were wreaking havoc on the three realms, threatening to kill you both; your eager acceptance to become his apprentice, and his unmatched pride when you succeeded.

He doesn’t want to think about all those times he watched your other friends - demon and angel alike - crowd you for your attention, their unsuccessful bids to win your heart for their own, the way you accepted their casual touches and how much Solomon despised every moment of it—

Solomon turns to Barbatos who has conjured a portal to return them both to his room in the Demon Lord’s castle. “Why didn’t they say anything?” Solomon asks out loud, but mostly to himself. But then he remembers something you said a long time ago, one of the only times you spoke together about the human phenomenon of soulmates:

“I’ve always been able to see colour, but I couldn’t figure out why. People thought it was strange, so it was easier to pretend I couldn't,” you said with a shrug. “Simeon thinks it’s because I’m an angel’s descendent since they don’t have soulmate colour blindness the way humans do. I hope when I meet my soulmate, they’ll be able to tell me.”

Solomon can’t help but ask Barbatos before he leaves, “Did you know?”

Barbatos meets his curious gaze with a guarded expression of his own; he thinks back to a time long ago when he debated entering a pact with Solomon. He wanted to judge the sorcerer first, and like so many times before, he used his power to glimpse into Solomon’s future, one that was murky with endless possibilities due to the nature of his immortality.

Among those possibilities were visions of a sorcerer burdened by grief:

Solomon walking away from your wedding, the celebration of your marriage to someone that’s not him, dropping the forced smile from his face when he turns his back and disappears like a shadow into the darkness Engaged in battle in defense of the three realms, Solomon catches fleeting glimpses of you weaving defensive spells to protect your allies, but you don’t notice the enemy assassin approaching you from behind until it’s too late– Solomon standing beside your grave, his eyes dull and his world grown desolate once more in your absence Solomon, who raises his glass in a fake toast, sipping his drink and smiling bitterly before the reaper in front of him cleaves the soul from his body at last—

Despite the memories that served as a warning to him, Barbatos also remembers the other possibilities with more clarity than any others, a sorcerer filled with happiness and purpose and love:

Solomon dancing with you, holding your hands in his own, both of you dressed in the finest wedding attire, and the demons and angels around you cheering Solomon feeding a baby some foul concoction he made himself, oblivious to your horrified expression when the baby giggles happily at the taste Solomon holding a toddler on his lap while he reads, explaining rudimentary summoning circles to the small child as he bounces them on his knee Solomon is standing by your side, both of you watching in disbelief as your child rides Cerberus around like an oversized horse; the demon brothers give chase and take pictures while Lucifer supervises with an amused twinkle in his eyes The child you and Solomon raised, grown up and a fully fledged sorcerer too, grinning when they introduce their own soulmate to their parents for the first time

“I know many things,” is the demon's cryptic response, and his dangerous smile warns Solomon not to pry any further. Their business concluded, Barbatos disappears back to his master's side, leaving Solomon to contemplate his next move in peace.

Solomon wastes no more time, pulling out his DDD as he walks out of the castle and he sends you a message: “Care to join me for dinner tonight?” Barely a minute passes before his DDD pings with your enthusiastic reply.

For the first time in a long time, Solomon lets himself feel hope.

read more: solomon masterlist | obey me! masterlist

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me x reader #obey me solomon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me angst #obey me au #soulmates au #gn!reader #x reader

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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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Can you please write a part 2 for vampire reader x azriel like he was away for so long and she hadn't been drinking and when he's back she faints in one of the IC gatherings and az (and others) are worried sick!?

Of course if you're comfortable but i would love to read that

Waiting to Taste You (part 2)

Azriel x vampire!reader

A/n: I hadn’t thought of a part 2 but I really like this idea, thanks anon!

Warnings: blood, fainting, slight angst, comfort

Part 1 here

You thought you had learned your lesson from the last time you waited too long to feed. But apparently not. After you had drank from Azriel you went and spoke to Amren about alternatives. While drinking from Azriel was euphoric, you never wanted to endanger him again.

Amren gave you a special mixture that would quench your thirst for his blood again. You didn’t bother asking her where she got it. Honestly you didn’t want to know. That was five months ago. You’ve been out of your drink for two months now. The same amount of time that Azriel has been on the continent.

You had asked Amren for more but her supplier was out until the next shipment came in from the Western Continent. Your hunger was worse this time. You were more exhausted, paler, and weaker. Azriel was coming home tonight and you didn’t want him to see you like this.

He’d worry and you’d feel guilty. And you didn’t want to ruin his homecoming dinner. In the few hours you had to get ready you set out to make yourself look as presentable as possible. You put on a good layer of foundation and concealer, a lip tint, and some eyeshadow wanting to look like your usual bright and bubbly self.

Walking up the stone steps of the River House you take a deep breath. You open the door, hearing your friends excited chatter and laughter. Rounding the corner your eyes land on Azriel. His hazel eyes meet yours and you feel like you could cry.

Before you could run to him he swept you into his arms, cradling you to him. You pressed your face into his neck taking in his scent. That was a mistake. You could smell his blood. Drool almost slipped from the corner of your lips. You quickly pulled away from him, resting your hands on his broad chest and gave him a convincing smile.

Azriel brushed your hair behind your ears tracing your jaw final,y resting his hands on your cheeks. He tries to keep a neutral face but he can tell something’s wrong. “I’m so happy to see you, y/n. How are you baby? You ok?” “I’m better now that your home.” You grasp his neck and lean up to kiss him. That seemed to take a good chunk of your strength. As you settled back down on your feet you felt a dizzy spell take over.

You recover by grabbing his bicep and smile up at him. “How about a drink?” He nods and offers you his arm leading you to the couch. Azriel hands you a glass of wine as he sits next to you.

The conversation flows with Cassian’s stories of when the boys were younger. Azriel even adds to the story and shares takes from his weeks on the Continent. You try to your hardest to keep it together but you feel like you’re going to pass out.

Nuala enters the room announcing dinner is ready. Thank the Mother. At least you’ll be forced to put something in your stomach. Not that it will do much.

Azriel offers you his hand and helps you to your feet. Your vision blurred, you rub your forehead and mumble Az’s name. You feel everyone staring at you. The world tilts sideways, your body feels light and heavy all at once. The last thing you see is a blurred Azriel and then nothing.

When you wake up you hear Azriel talking to Nesta, Rhys, and Feyre. As you blink your eyes open your vision returns to normal. You can’t believe you passed out, and before dinner! You felt awful. As you take in your surroundings you realize it’s morning and you’re in Az’s bed.

The door opens and shuts. You feel the bed dip beside you with Azriel’s weight. “Hey kid, how are you feeling?” You groan, “Like shit.” Azriel didn’t laugh at your joking tone. When you finally fully open your eyes you see his serious face.

You swallow. “Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling again?” You bite your lip and look away from him. “I didn’t want to ruin the night.” Azriel rubs at his face. You can tell this is stressing him out. “I didn’t want to ask you again.” You admit. Azriel looks at you, his stress more noticeable.

“Why not? It helped you last time didn’t it.” You nod against the pillow. “I just didn’t want to hurt you again.” He looked at you with shock, his mouth falling open. “How could you possibly think you hurt me? You know how that night ended right?” He huffed out a laugh.

“I know, I know. I just couldn’t ask that of you again.” Azriel shakes his head as he rolls up his sleeve. He picks Truth Teller up from the nightstand. He drags it across his skin. The smell of his sweet blood hit the air, reaching your nose.

Azriel inched up the bed to get closer to you holding his arm out to your mouth. You give him a cautious look using all your self restraint, pushing yourself into the bed. “Are you sure.” “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” You lick your dry lips and lean forward, grabbing onto his arm.

You started sucking on the cut he made. Mother above you missed the taste of him. You just want to drink from him forever. You feel your strength coming back. You moan against Azriel’s skin. Surprising yourself you let go of him now that you had your fill.

“See,” Azriel said sweetly, “you could never hurt me.” His cut already healed. You move over patting the bed next to you. Azriel pulls you into his arms to snuggle with you. “I love you Azriel.” “I love you more, y/n.”

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel imagine #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel x you

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years

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Life on the Farm

I had a dream and this is what it has turned into

So Danny ends up stuck in an alternate universe after running away after a reveal gone wrong. After getting sucked into a random portal he lands in a new world and he tries to find a place to stay but he can’t quite hide his ghostly attributes and he has to keep moving. He slowly begins learning about the new world he’s in. Getting used to being a drifter he once scares the absolute shit out of a serial killer who picked him up when he was hitchhiking (he later put in an anonymous tip and he was caught). Moving from state to state he ends up in farm country and one night when it’s particularly stormy he finds a barn to stay in for the night. He wakes up about halfway through the night from a nightmare but the storm is not calming down. Sure he could fly through it intangible but he’s tired so he decides to explore a bit. He uncovers a tractor that’s been hitched up and clearly in need of repair. So, as a thank you to his unwitting hosts, he starts to repair the tractor. He is so focused on repairing the engine that he doesn’t notice the rain stop, he doesn’t notice the sun come up, and he certainly doesn’t notice the person who entered the barn. The newcomer started to help Danny, passing him tools and holding a piece here and there until he was done. Danny comes out from where he was working on the tractor, wiping the grease of his hands, explaining what he had done. It was halfway through the explanation that he froze, realized that he was talking to the owner of the barn he broke into and starts to back away, apologizing for intruding, he moves to grab his things and leave when the newcomer says “Don’t you wanna see how she’ll run?” Danny hesitated before putting his things down and climbing into the drivers seat and turning over the engine. “Well I’ll be damned! she hasn’t sounded that good since I got her!” He gives Danny a bright smile and says “I think you’ve earned a warm meal at least, cmon the misses is making muffins” Danny smiles and they head inside idly talking. When they get inside Danny is greeted by a warm smile and the delicious smell of muffins and is that pie on the table? Danny can feel himself drooling but holds back as he greets the creator of those glorious smells.

She just keeps smiling and asks if he’d like to join them for breakfast, giving her husband a nod. He says something like “I don’t think anyone in their right mind could say no to those muffins” as they are eating their breakfast they ask Danny about where he’s going and he tells them (heavily edited) stories about his travels. They’re finishing up and the farmer says he’s got to get started on his chores or he’ll be working all day. Danny offers to help as thanks for the meal and they get to work. Eventually they get called in for lunch and the farmer’s wife says she needs to head to town to pick up some ingredients for dinner and would Danny be willing to come help her carry her groceries. He agrees and they head to town and when they get back the farmer is done with his chores and Danny and his wife are cooking dinner. They all sit around the table and Danny is leaning back with a full stomach “that pie was even better than it looked.” The farmers wife laughs and says “I should hope so! Blue ribbon winner 10 yrs in a row!”

Once they finish the meal Danny starts to get up to say he should be headed out when the farmer puts a warm hand on his shoulder and says “why don’t you stay here for a bit? We’ve got our sons room all set up for you if you decide to stay and I could use the help with the farm.” Danny doesn’t know how to say no to the kind offer, so he doesn’t figuring that he can leave if they start to get suspicious. The farmer gives his a slap on the back and says “well then son, welcome to the Kent Farm, you can call me either Mr.Kent or Jonathan and this is my wife Martha.”

Danny smiles, and can tell he’s gonna be happy here

(Clockwork cackles from his tower well aware of whose parents they are)

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #ma kent #pa kent #superman #smallville #got long so I’m gonna make a pt2 #none of this is part of the dream I haven’t gotten there yet

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cyphyree · 4 months

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bestie what did you call those fucking parrots??? "bloodthirsty parakeet satirical caricatures of the Mussolini facist regime" like... what?? genuinely confused, could you explain it to me?

Yeah! Tbh I read this post that made the connection, and thought “damn that made sense actually.” They explain it really well:

(Og post for ask context)

To add on:

The parakeets carrying Himi to the great grand uncle were passing through the world of their ancestors and were tearing up about it. It relates to the above post about fascists glorifying the mythic past

The parakeets held up signs with “Duch” when rallying around their king. This might be a reference to the Italian word “Duce” (meaning “duke” or “leader”). Mussolini is known as Il Duce (“The Leader”), and the term is virtually inextricably associated with him

Parakeets symbolize a variety of things, but in this case may symbolize mindless herd mentality

The culture of the parakeets is very militaristic—even the way they walk is a march—as well as nationalistic. It parallels the show of Japanese nationalism at the start of the movie

When Mahito wakes up in the parakeet kitchen, the chef is gleefully preparing to cook him. It’s almost as if he expected Mahito to celebrate the fact too, but regardless the parakeet doesn’t care about the massacre of others because the victims will serve their regime. Someone I know has a more personal reading of this scene, and they connect it to how, historically, oppressors would celebrate their atrocities as some great deed while the oppressed watched and suffered. The parakeets only cared about their own “greater cause”

Ive seen people also say that the parakeets are stand-ins for the Japanese fascists, German fascists, or human fascists in general—but whatever the specifics may be, the parakeets do seem to represent fascism.

Maybe when the parakeets escaped the underworld and turned into normal birds, it’s their wish being fulfilled: they’ve become their ancestors they glorified so much. They returned to the “great mythic past,” but as it turns out, the “great mythic past” is a great big lie, and probably different from the glory they imagined.

Alternatively, they coveted the peace and simplicity of their ancestors, but they were trying to achieve that through violent and militaristic means, and felt justified in doing so

Alternatively, the parakeets like the pelicans were trapped into this fantasy world, and forced to play roles to parallel the wars of humanity. When they finally escaped, both they and Mahito are free to live as themselves in the real world.

Maybe I’m wrong about some details or missed something, but yeah, that’s where “bloodthirsty parakeet satirical et cetera” came from

#the boy and the heron #how do you live #parakeet #parakeet king #spoilers #hayao miyazaki #studio ghibli #ask box #analysis

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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What ever it takes. Pt3

Yandere Alicent & Aemond x Sister/daughter reader. Miniseries.

What ever it takes. Part Two. Part three. Alternate ending.

Plot: After you arrived home your mother was there to greet you when you awaken. A sweet Reunion between your mother and brother, and you. They finally had you back in their grasps.

Is this the ending of the mini series? Kinda. There will be one more to this about what could have happened. But don’t fear! More mini series like this to come: with more characters and more scenarios. Want more yandere Alicent and Aemond? You can request more.

Words: 656

Taglist: @dangerousbluebirdpoetry @second-try-stevie @a-dorkier-book-keeper @rosaryos @girl-with-an-orange-cat

Warnings: Torture, Yandere tendencies, also fluffy in a way. Kinda hate it but it’s okay.

Slowly waking from your rest you could feel the light grip on your hand. Your eyes began to open as the light hit your eyes and you recognized where you were immediately. You were home, finally in your bed again. You looked over and saw your mother looking down at papers in her lap and her hand still on yours. How long has she been there?

In truth she hasn’t left your side since you had come back and she refused to do anything but. “Mother?” Your raspy voice called out to her and she turned her head. She looked surprised but relived, and overjoyed that you were awake. “My sweet girl.” She quickly stood up and leaned over to embrace you softly.

“I’m so glad your alive.” She kissed your forehead. “What happened? The last thing I remember is aemond..” you didn’t remember what aemond had done to the man. “Aemond brought you home.” She pulled back and sat on the bed next to you and started to brush your hair.

“I was so scared of losing you,” her lip quivers, “I got blinded when I heard you were missing. I can not- I will not go through that again.” She vowed. You smiled at her, “I’m okay mother, you need not to worry anymore.” But she did. She will always worry about you- Her little daughter will always be threatened by the harsh world.

She hummed and continued to brush your hair and stare at you lovingly. “You know I love you?” She asks in a more serious tone. “Of course I do mother. And I love you.” She felt pride hearing those words again. “Good because I want you to remember that always? What ever happens remember that I love you deeply.” Her tone darken and it put you off a bit.

The door to your room opened and you saw your brother walk in and his eye met yours. “Oh thank the sevens.” He jogged to your side and kissed your head. Alicent moved back and let him reunite with you, she was happy to watch.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and you just shrugged. “Tired but better then I had before. I heard you brought me home, so thank you.” He just grabbed your hand and kissed it. “I will always save you my darling. No harm will ever come to you again.”

You looked at him and saw a expression you didn’t know how to read but you let it pass. But he was probably just letting out every emotion he felt. “Do you think I could have lemon cakes?” The question made them laugh and nod.

“You can have anything you want.” Alicent and aemond stayed with you until you feel back asleep then they took there leave.

“Please- I swear we didn’t know it was the princess.” A man whimpers in pain as his side sting from the hot iron. “Do you think we would truly believe that?” Aemond asked looking at him and Alicent waved her fingers, the torturer put the hot iron back onto his skin causing him to scream at her command.

This wasn’t the only method they used. They had found seven men left, they used so many things to make them pay for their darling. They cut out their tongues, some fingers and legs, one was cut open alive. They wanted blood to be payed and they got it- They made sure of it themselves.

Alicent smiled as the man screamed in pain, feeling happy she could avenge her daughter. “I think that is enough for tonight and we can pick this back up on the morning.” Aemond follows his mother out.

“You must help y/n recover. Let her know your love and then we will announce the engagement.” She spoke while taking her arm in his. “She will stay with us here forever. She’ll never leave our side again.”

“She’ll be ours forever.”

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon x reader #yandere aemond targaryen #yandere aemond targaryen x reader #yandere alicent hightower #Yandere Alicent Hightower x reader #alicent Hightower #alicent hightower x reader #Aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #the house of dragons x reader #house of the dragon #Yandere x reader

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Dincember Day 17: Joy

Word Count: 2886 Rating: General Summary: Despite you and Din having plans to go to a special festive market with Grogu, you wake up feeling awful, as though all festive cheer has been sucked out of you. Fortunately, you have a loving and caring Mandalorian who helps you regain your joy. Content Warnings: Reader is having a bad day, discusses feelings of being a burden and things of that nature so proceed with caution. But it has a happy ending! Author's Note: Well, this was a very alternative interpretation of this prompt. I guess my brain just went, "Joy?? In this economy??" lmao. Just wanted to write a little fic for anyone who struggles to feel festive at this time of year, for whatever reason (or maybe none). My heart goes out to you, you can feel 'broken' if you aren't happy 24/7 at this time of year but I promise there's nothing wrong with you. There's a lot of pressure out there to be happy like in the movies. But life and emotions aren't straightforward and don't magically become so just because it's the holiday season!

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

As soon as your eyes fluttered open and the first rays of light streamed in through your eyes, you felt a sinking feeling in your gut. You just knew it was going to be one of those days that you dreaded. You had a fun day out planned with Din and Grogu to visit the special market that was visiting Nevarro for Life Day. But that seemed like an insurmountable feat now, given your mood. It was one of those days where you felt awful for no apparent reason and everything seemed that it required substantially more effort. As though all the joy that you had been working so hard to make Din and Grogu feel this festive season had suddenly been sucked out of your soul without warning.

You lay there for a few moments, shutting your eyes and inhaling deeply as you hoped that this feeling would pass. But you continued to feel awful. Your head throbbed, your stomach was churning and your heart felt heavy. You instinctively knew right away that you would have to let Din down, there was no way you would be able to join him at the market. You felt terrible about it, but you would just lie and claim that you had a headache in a bid to get him to leave you alone to wallow in your misery.

Fortunately, you were facing away from Din and he did not know that you were awake. You heard the familiar sounds of him entering the fresher to begin his morning routine and get ready for the day. You stayed in the cot, covering yourself with more blankets, trying to cocoon yourself in their warm embrace from the harsh, cold outside world.

Din eventually made his way back into the room and noticed that you had not moved from the cot, as you usually did when you heard him stir. As he padded towards you, you realised that he still thought you were asleep. He had no idea. The guilt threatened to overwhelm you.

“Good morning, cyare,” Din whispered, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Are you ready for the market?” Din sounded so excited and it made you feel terrible that you were about to let him down. You knew he had been looking forward to this. Here he was, a man who had never really celebrated Life Day before, yet was still excited for so many new traditions. Here you were, at what was meant to be your favourite time of year, yet you could not even rouse yourself to get excited and join him and Grogu at the market.

You could not respond to him with words, so you continued to lie there, turned away from him as your face was streaked by the hot tears that had formed in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Din asked, he sounded so concerned about you, that your chest ached from the guilt of not being honest.

“I just don’t feel well, I woke up and my head hurts. I think I’m coming down with something,” You said, not turning over to face him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. “You and Grogu go ahead, I don’t want to spoil your day.”

“You’re not spoiling our day if you’re not feeling well, there’s nothing you can do about that,” Din said soothingly. “I won’t go if you’re sick, I’ll stay here and look after you.”

But the sorrow that you had just been feeling was suddenly replaced with panic, there was no way you wanted Din to stay here and fuss over you. You loved him so much and never doubted his love for you either, but with the mood you were in, that kind of affection and attention was deeply unsettling to you. You turned over, panicked at the prospect of him staying, and finally faced him.

“Look, Din, I’m just going to lie here all day. There’s no point in you staying. Really,” You said firmly, finally meeting his eyes. “I feel a migraine coming on and I’ll only feel worse if you don’t go and have fun,” You finished. The tone of voice left no room for debate and you just hoped that Din would not argue with you and make this more difficult than it needed to be.

“Alright,” Din said, voice and eyes filled with uncertainty. “But if anything changes, promise me you’ll call me on your comlink?” Din said, referring to the device that linked directly to his helmet for short distances, such as when you were both on Nevarro.

“I promise,” You nodded, meeting his eyes with the amount of sincerity that you knew would reassure him, even though you had no intention of actually following through.

“Okay, thank you,” Din said, exhaling in relief. “I’ll come in with Grogu and say goodbye before we leave.

Then he left the room to get Grogu ready to head out to the market. You breathed a deep sigh of relief that he had thought better of fighting you on this matter. Din knew that sometimes your moods could slip into melancholy when the gloom threatened to overwhelm you. But he probably did not expect it to come at this time of year, after how excited you had been for the festive season. Coming clean to him about it later would be difficult for you, but for now your main priority was that he did not waste any time on you. You were certain that you did not deserve his concern.

It was one of your worst traits, the urge to push people away when you felt terrible. The fact that you felt like a burden, a leech who was sucking all of the joy out of the festive season. Most of the time, the rational side of your brain functioned well enough to remind you that thinking like that was absurd. Din cared about you absolutely and would never view you as a burden. But today, something went wrong. Your brain was not being kind to you, making you focus on the bad rather than the many reasons you had to be happy.

Din carried Grogu into the room, and you felt cheered up slightly by the little boy’s presence. He was so cute and loving that spending any amount of time with him was always sure to make you feel slightly better, even if only temporarily.

“Grogu wanted to see how you were feeling,” Din offered as he approached your side of the cot, handing Grogu to you as you sat up in bed.

“Aww, thanks buddy,” You smiled, despite how awful you felt. “I have a sore head, but I’m going to take it easy today while you and your father go and have fun at the market. Don’t nag him for too much candy!”

“He won’t listen, despite those big ears,” Din huffed as he took Grogu back from you and brought the little boy close to his chest, giving him a kiss on the cheek. It was what Din wanted to do to you, but he was scared of upsetting you further. “See you later, I hope you feel better,” Din added, smiling at you weakly.

“Thanks. Hope you both have fun,” You returned the weak smile and watched as the two left you behind to your own self-pity.

For a while you lay there motionless, beating yourself up for being so selfish and not telling Din how you were feeling. But then you consoled yourself with the knowledge that he would not want you to feel bad on account of his feelings. You would be honest with Din later, you would let him know the reason behind why you had really wanted to stay behind and hide away from the world. For now, there was nothing you could do. You were comforted by the knowledge that at least Din and Grogu would be having fun at the market. That was the most important thing to you.

An indeterminate amount of time later, you finally decided that you should make it to the fresher. You could not face a proper shower, but you washed and put some clean garments on, even if they were just a different pair of the soft cotton clothes you slept in. It was the most you were going to be able to achieve for one day and that was alright. At least you were trying. You knew Din would be pleased to see that you had managed to make it out of your room, at least.

But all progress was soon halted when you made it into the main room of the cabin and noticed a sight that caused a lump to form in your throat. It was a sight that provoked memories of better times when you had felt happier and festive. It was the lights that Grogu had strung inside your cabin at Din’s insistence, the lights that you had danced and cuddled underneath. Seeing them now, when you felt like this was like a punch to the stomach. You felt utterly floored. Any positive thoughts about yourself from the small victory you had managed in getting up and about were gone in an instant.

You sat on the couch under the multicoloured lights and sobbed.

The touch of Din’s soft leather glove brushing against your cheek was the next thing you were aware of. You must have drifted off to sleep at some point because rather than being alone in your melancholy, two pairs of big brown eyes were now staring at you concernedly. As you sat up on the couch, you felt lightheaded. Your eyes were puffy and swollen from crying, your lips swollen from the dehydration caused by such a crying spell.

“You’re back?” You whimpered, taking in the scene before your eyes.

“Oh, cyare, you promised you would call me,” Din whispered quietly, his voice full of hurt at your betrayal.

“I’m so sorry, Din,” You whispered, eyes filling with tears at how hurt he looked. “I’m a horrible person, I don’t blame you for being mad at me.”

Din exhaled deeply, his fist clenched by his side at your words. “You are not a horrible person, you are anything but. Let me put Grogu down and then I’ll come right back.”

You heard Din’s footsteps disappear down the hallway to Grogu’s room and tried your best to steady your racing heart. Despite his reassurance, you still felt terrible and you had not managed to calm down by the time Din made his way back to you, now dressed in the cotton clothes he slept in. You suddenly noticed how dark it was, they must have been gone for hours.

“Sorry we were gone so long, we ran into Greef and he ended up insisting we join him for dinner,” Din explained, as he took a seat on the couch next to you, as if able to tell that you were wondering the reason for his prolonged absence.

“It’s okay, Din. I’m glad you had a good day,” You said honestly. Despite how bad you were feeling, you would never resent Din for having fun.

“The market was enjoyable, plenty of stalls. But you know how Greef is. He wouldn't take no for an answer, even though eating in front of others is a hassle for me.” Din remarked, addressing the logistical problems his helmet often created. “Enough about our day, though. What is really going on with you?”

“I just woke up feeling terrible Din, I didn’t want you to worry. It was just easier to say I felt like I had a migraine coming on than being honest,” You said, struggling to make eye contact with him and look into the warm brown eyes that usually held so much love and affection for you, though you were now certain were going to look at you with disdain.

“But you looked like… when I got back here, it looked like you had been crying?” Din said, his voice pained.

“It’s just all this pressure to embrace the festive joy, today was meant to be happy and fun and I just… I woke up feeling as far from joyous as a person possibly could, but I was too much of a coward to let you know,” You admitted. “I’m so sorry, you must hate me right now.”

“No, I don’t hate you,” Din said, holding your hands in his and turning to face you. “I love you completely, cyare. I’m not mad at you, you know that, don’t you?”

“I guess…” You replied, without conviction.

But Din was not satisfied with such a response. He released your hands and held your head in his hands, making sure that you were looking at him as he addressed you. “Listen to me,” Din said calmly, “I love you and I’m not mad at you. I’ll keep saying it until it sinks in.”

“Din…” You breathed, touched at how caring he was towards you. You were mistaken too, there was no disappointment detected in those brown eyes.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Din said, releasing your face and gathering you into his arms as he punctuated each utterance with a kiss on your cheek.

“Okay, Din!” You giggled breathlessly. “I get it, you love me! I love you too.”

“Good. And I’m not mad at you,” Din added.

“And you’re not mad at me.” You confirmed.

“I’m glad we established that,” Din said, leaning back against the couch and bringing you with him so your head rested on his chest.

“Me too,” You breathed.

“I don’t want you to ever doubt my love for you. It is not conditional, even if you have an off day in the festive season, or any season. I was excited to go to the market today and Grogu still had fun, but I was thinking about you all day,” Din admitted. “I wouldn’t have been thinking about you if you were such an awful person, would I?”

“No, Din,” You breathed. “I know how much you love me. I wish I had just been honest with you, I know you wouldn’t have gotten angry with me.”

“This time of year can be difficult for people for many reasons. You aren't the only person who is struggling. Look at me, I never celebrated any of these traditions, there have been so many times recently when I’ve found myself grieving for all of the years I’ve missed,” Din admitted. “But I console myself by knowing that those days are behind me. Now, I have the rest of my life to look forward to with you. That fills me with joy whenever I feel bad.”

“Oh, Din. I'm so sorry you've been feeling that way. I had no idea,” You said, feeling your heart constrict at the image of him mourning for the years of lost traditions. “You’re right though, we have lots of years to fill with love and joy to make up for lost time.”

“We do,” Din agreed. “So many years left to love each other unconditionally. I love you.”

“I love you too, Din,” You giggled, pushing yourself up off his chest to look into his eyes. “You don’t have to keep saying it, I know.”

“Oh, but I want to,” Din smirked, “I. Love. You.” Din repeated, this time kissing you softly between each word.

You sighed and smiled, almost forgetting how awful you had felt for so much of the day. But Din’s comforting presence and soothing words had done wonders for your mind and soul.

“There’s that smile I missed” Din said, smiling back at you which only made you smile harder. “How do you feel now?” Din questioned.

“I guess… As you said before, being reminded of your love for me makes me feel… joy,” You admitted shyly. “Just complete happiness and pure joy at knowing how loved I am, as corny as that sounds.”

“It’s not corny at all, cyare. I’m so happy to hear that you feel that way,” Din beamed. “And I will never stop trying to make you feel joyful, for the rest of my life, all year around… even when it isn’t the festive season,” Din vowed.

Any promise Din Djarin made was always followed with as much sincerity as a man as honourable as he could muster, which was a lot. So you had no doubt that you would spend the rest of your life with him feeling exceedingly loved and joyful, even if there were momentary blips such as parts of today.

As you lay back against Din’s firm chest and cuddled up to him again, you reflected on how thankful you were that a day which had started off so terribly had taken such a positive turn. It was all thanks to the love of the man who was holding you safely in his arms now. The emotion that knowing Din loved you completely provoked in you a feeling that it had seemed you would never feel again only a few short hours ago.

Cuddled up to him beneath the multicoloured lights, safe in his arms and in the knowledge that Din loved you completely made you feel festive once more. You felt pure joy.

#dincember 2023 #din djarin #din djarin fluff #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal characters #my fics

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thegaangneedstherapy · 1 year

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Zukka fic list part 2

On ice we fall (in love)

Zuko and Sokka rivals to friends to lovers slowburn competitive figure skating AU.

Foolsong

Zuko is an idiot trying to get over a breakup, Sokka is a hockey boy, and online dating isn't really that awful.

Blue

Iroh insists they create a new life and identity in Ba Sing Se. Zuko wants nothing more than to bide his time until his next opportunity to return home, until he realizes ‘Lee’ can get away with things Zuko never could.

Zuko dons the mantle of the Blue Spirit again only to los e his focus when the Avatar comes to the city. This time, however, his attention is drawn to the annoying Southern Tribe warrior.

winter solstice: an addendum

Zuko gets imprisoned with Sokka and Katara during the winter solstice, and some very unfortunate things come to light. Alternatively: the gaang kidnaps adopts Zuko in book one after discovering just how awful his father is.

I'll Come Back Someday (For You)

“We’ll be together someday. I won’t stop looking until I find you again.”

Those words, Sokka thought, were a blessing.

After living through several lives without Zuko, they now feel like a curse.

They were the last words Sokka muttered to the Fire Lord on his death bed after saving Avatar Korra from an attempted kidnapping, and while he meant them, he didn't know that they would come true.

Yet, he tried, tried, tried again, and after cycling into his fourth life, he's starting to give up hope.

All until he walks into the Jasmine Dragon right next to Republic City University's campus.

(i'm sorry but) i'm just thinking of the right words to say

Zuko is the last person Sokka expects to end up as his roommate when he starts college. Sokka is the last person Zuko expects to befriend when he starts his whole life over. And no one who knows a thing about their shared past expects them to end up together. Except, maybe, Toph.

There's Bound To Be A Ghost At The Back Of Your Closet

Zuko needs a new dad, and Hakoda volunteers. A story spanning Zuko's old life, new life, and beyond

running right back to you

the air conditioning stops working at the Jasmine Dragon, and it's miserable until a cute stranger makes it a bit more bearable

Sorry, I Have to Move to Alaska!

Following a lengthy legal battle with Ozai, Iroh has full custody of his niece and nephew. Desperate to get Zuko and Azula away from Ozai (just in case) Iroh buys a tea shop in Anchorage, Alaska.

Sokka has been living in Anchorage since birth and nothing interesting ever happens in this city. Except less than a month into this school year, the mysterious new kid with a facial scar beats up a well-known student in first period.

purrfect for each other

because sometimes, it takes going to a cat café four times to realize you're in love with your best friend

The World We Dream About

A HS Theatre Kid AU where the gaang is in Hadestown, featuring all our favorite high school nostalgia moments and way too many tropes

when i'm set alight

“I’m going to go practice some firebending forms,” Zuko says stiffly, running a hand through the tangles in his hair. “Tell Aang to join me if he wants to once he wakes up.” Gold eyes dart up to where Aang had strung up a makeshift hammock and was still sleeping soundly, snoring like a buffalo yak.

“Alright,” Sokka says, watching as he walks out without another word, evidently having reverted back into his usual brooding self. “Have fun!” He calls after Zuko loudly, which he means to be sarcastic, but comes out painfully, embarrassingly sincere. His face burns, and as soon as Zuko passes out of sight into the the temple, Katara turns to him, leveling him with a Look.

“You like him.” She says, and it’s not a question.

Born Lucky

Zuko knew this would happen one day.

He really should've prepared better.

Of course, he'd imagined something like this many times. He'd see him-- or anyone from high school, really-- and he wouldn't even be recognized. They'd be immediately enamored with him and wouldn't even pause to think he looked like that one girl from high school.

Instead, he has a 24-year-old Sokka cradling a swollen wrist and smiling awkwardly up at Zuko.

like we're made of starlight

When former High Imperial Prince and Sith Acolyte Zuko defects to the rebellion Commander Sokka is tasked to keep an eye on him and bring him into the fold.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zukka #zuko #zuko x sokka #sokka x zuko #zukka fic rec #fanfiction #sokka #zukka fanfic #trans zuko #long post #ao3 link #archive of our own #ao3

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 5 months

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post apocalypse au where the plot of stranger things doesn't happen but vecna still tears the world open and brings the upside down right side up. and the scattered people who managed to survive the initial earthquakes and power outages and complete breakdown of society have to contend not only with creatures from the upside down trying to eat them, but also with what the bleeding of an alternate dimension into their reality is doing to their bodies

people with prolonged exposure to larger tears seem to be slowly changed into something else, like some radioactivity from the dimension is mutating them. people grow claws, or leathery wings, or their face peels open, or they turn into unrecognisable piles of eldritch goo. there's vampires, were-demogorgons, flayed, weird ghosts, and the number of super powered people like el was in the show skyrockets

other people who manage avoid this fate shun those that fell to it. and to an extent it's reasonable, some people who get changed in this way completely lose their humanity, like the flayed, and while others retain it it probably doesn't seem that way when a vampire-like person needs human blood to survive. but a lot of people are just as terrified of the changes happening to them as other people are, and while they may not be harmless, they'd much rather use their new biological advantages to keep people safe

despite this, people that have been 'corroded' by the upside down are ostracised, feared, sometimes outright hunted by regular humans. so sometimes, they band together. form their own little apocalypse groups

eddie is in one of those groups. he wouldn't say he's the leader, bc they don't really have a hierarchical structure and eddie likes to think he's managed to maintain his anarchic ideals even in the face of the apocalypse. but he is the oldest, and the most scary looking (if not the most actually dangerous), so the combination of everyone being younger and his ability to scare off corroded-hunters that come looking for them means everyone else kind of follows his lead

so no one really questions when he comes back to camp one day holding two passed out humans. a mole-dotted man and a freckled woman, probably about eddie's age, who were injured and had crawled into a ruin building to die. and like. what was eddie supposed to do, leave them there??? no, gareth, it has nothing to do with how pretty the guy is. no, eddie doesn't know how they'll react when they wake up in the middle of a corroded camp, they'll cross that bridge when they get there. el says she senses that they're good people, so clearly everything will be fine actually!!!!!

#feel free to write this i feel like it requires a story beyond my scope of capabilities but i really love this idea #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #i haven't decided who i want to be corroded in this au and what their corrosions are #i think eddie's some eldritch looking fuck tho #i feel like dustin is part of the pack but he's not actually corroded and frankly he's a little salty about it #like maybe all the kids joined together bc they were all corroded and it somehow just missed him #and he's constantly trying to do science about them bc 'SOMEONE has to this is scientifically fascinating!!'#and eddie's like kid if i catch you taking notes while im eating ONE MORE TIME i swear to god i'll become a stereotype #also i came up with the word corroded bc i think it encompassed the body horror element i wanted more than 'mutated' did #and then i realised the corroded coffin pun and i was like. oh my god. im a genius.#also if it wasn't clear the humans are stobin #not to be separated even in cases of apocalypse and possible death #they realised they were bleeding too much and were probably gonna die and were like #at the same time huh? checks out. let's go find a hole

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so the line in Faith, Hope & Trick where Buffy says that after slaying she “sometimes craves a non-fat yogurt" bugs me (and those on the cangel discord as well) because with the amount of calories Buffy must burn she should be allowed to eat more than just a non-fat yogurt. to rectify that, here are a bunch of food related headcanons:

shortly after becoming the slayer, Buffy realizes that she’s hungry nearly all of the time

we’re talking like wakes up to raid the fridge at three in the morning hungry

Joyce notices too and chalks it up to Buffy being a growing girl and starts preparing heartier meals and stocking up on extra filling snacks

when she starts at Sunnydale, Giles is already prepared

apparently this is a common thing for slayers cause he has drawers filled with protein bars and when she comes into the library after school he usually has a sandwich or wrap prepared and Buffy’s like “sir, I’ve only known you for like a week”

she really appreciates it though

one time when they go on patrol together he has a bag of orange slices and Buffy calls him a soccer mom

Willow is the one who most consistently has snacks though

no one knows where she gets them though, she’ll be wearing a dress with no pockets and not be carrying a bag or anything and Buffy will make a comment about being hungry and the next thing she knows a homemade granola bar is being shoved into her hand

years later Xander is still convinced that Willow learned how to use magic before she actually started actively practicing it just for magic snacks

speaking of Xander, he’s Buffy’s snack buddy

the classes where they sit next to each other, they’ll just pass a bag of pretzels or chips back and forth until the teacher tells them to knock it off

*dead silent room as they take a test* *CRUNCH* “it was Xander!” “Buffy!”

the real reason why Xander becomes snack run guy is because between him and Buffy, Giles’ slayer snack supply is in serious detriment so he makes Xander go because “if you both insist on eating me out of house and home, than at least one of you should go get more snacks” and since Buffy is the slayer, Xander gets snack duty

it means he gets first food pick though so it’s not a bad gig

Buffy has a frequent punch card at Mister Donut

actually they all do

also the nice thing about dating guys with affinities for trench coats is that they have lots of pockets to keep protein bars or trail mixes in, plus since Angel and Spike are on liquid diets so there’s no worry of either them mooching

(side note but after each one winds up in L.A. they’re still finding random food in their pockets--Spike especially has no clue how, he’s a ghost after all. Angel used his to give to scared victims or Cordelia when she was first starting out and couldn’t really afford food. When Spike shows up in L.A. he alternates between throwing the trail mix nuts at Angel and giving his snacks to those who need them)

it’s not just snacks though

Buffy is the first to go back for seconds... and thirds and no one bats an eye

sometimes after they save the world (again), the scoobies will go out to get burgers or whatever fast food is open and Buffy winds up with like six burgers or tacos or [insert food here]

Willow is very generous about sharing her fries

Xander will only share them after being persuaded by the joined forces of puppy eyes from Buffy and Willow

Giles is still ranting about the choice of food in America

the scoobies or Giles or whoever automatically doubling a recipe when Buffy is invited over without giving it a second thought

they all want her to eat as much as she wants without feeling bad about it or worrying someone else won’t get fed

the ones who like to cook or at least can cook have a few recipes under their belt that are high in protein and other stuff to help a growing slayer

by the time Faith rolls around, they’ve got their food game down

Faith is actually really surprised by how quick they are to hand her a yogurt or pull out a sandwich or give her a bagel, sometimes even before she makes a comment about being hungry

not to make this sad but after she starts going dark, she notices how they become less and less forthcoming with their food

this is purely self indulgent but I love the idea of the honorary/secondary scoobies being indoctrinated into the snack life

they hang out with Buffy, Willow, and Xander for like two weeks and the next thing they know they’re carrying around extra food

Cordelia, less than a week after she “helps” Buffy and the other scoobies kill the master “why the hell am I bringing two smoothies to school?”

her housekeeper actually makes really good smoothies though, Buffy is secretly always thankful when Cordelia shows up to school with an extra thermos

Oz just always has beef jerky

Anya is a little less helpful in the snack department but she reads a book on food and nutrition and talks about the merits of calories and proteins and other food stuff for like an hour straight

she means well

also she can’t really cook but she almost always has ice cream to share

and strange cheeses

I feel like Tara would make the best oatmeal raisin cookies, maybe she also has like sunflower seeds and bags of granola on her too

she’s the one who jumps on the snack train the fastest, she hears Willow mention Buffy and snacks once and the next thing they know she’s got her school bag filled

Dawn steals a lot of Buffy’s food

she uses the “I’m a growing girl too. You know... teenager” excuse often

it works usually

not food related but there’s at least two water bottles a person at all times

hydration is important folks

anyway this got really long but I simply love the idea of Buffy being allowed to eat a lot of food without being made to feel bad about it and the rest of her friends/family supporting her fully

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Hello, hello, it is i, load!

With something that was a meant to be a response to a reblog chain i hadve with hypnoi...

But I decided to make my response into its own post instead…for I have a lot to say. (I tried to restrain myself but– )

(And in my experience reblog chains that have a lot of reblogs and/or are really long can cause lag. Idk if their device experiences it but just in case i didn't want them to deal with the lag ^^”.)

I also had thoughts about making this type of post before as well. So I additionally took this as an opportunity to finally make it. I hope that's alright.

And now, I just wanna say, I will be going into detail on all my thoughts about almost everything about My Inner Demons. The writing, the story, the worldbuilding, the characters, the scenes, about almost everything.

And additional heads up because despite this show meaning alot to me, and something that I've created related to it has helped me through so much and something I've poured blood, sweat and tears into.

There's going to be sections that may not be pretty. Where I can't hide my feelings when talking about some of these certain points.

Also that I'm not a professional, these are just my personal thoughts, feelings and opinions on Aphmaus show.

But finally getting into it;

My thoughts on Aphmaus’ My Inner Demons.

—- Let's start with a quick recap.

Within an alternate dimension, there is a world known as Daemos. Where a group of 5 individuals take it upon themselves to find a solution to their world's magic-crisis.

Said group consisting of their leader,

a Second-Born Prince known as Asch, Along with his 4 Loyal Knights, an ex-assassin named Leif, an ex-soldier/general of Rhal(the first-born prince)s army named Pierce, an individual who would've been executed just for being considered weak if Asch didn't ‘spare’ him named Noi, and a not very much is known about member named Rhys, who has a student/teacher relationship with Asch's Grandmother.

Said Grandmother helps the five to find a solution to their world's magic-crisis.

A magic-crisis where the source of all their magic, which comes from human souls, is running out. (A crisis caused by not very smart decisions leading to an extinction of humans) (And a Crisis not known to the general populace and other kingdoms. only the royal family and its council from the most powerful kingdom of them all, know of the crisis.)

(Through Lady Grandma) They learn of a possible solution, which leads them to take on a mission to kill the last remaining human for their soul. In order to use it to open up a portal to another world, which they called “ea-urth.”

Here within Ea-urth, is where they temporarily experience utter suffering, And where they meet a human girl named Ava who finds them, and panickedly asks if they need help. Which, they awkwardly stand silently and glare & stare in response instead. (Because Pierce said don't show weakness. *Because Daemos society doesn't allow you to.*)

However she finds Asch collapsed on the ground behind them, quickly realizes he's unaliven’t and performs cpr. Saving his life, and as a show of thanks(/jk) they immediately threaten her. Before then abandoning her by hanging her on a tree by her hood.

They then get traumatized by cosplayers, return to force her to help them. She passes out after Asch turns the tree she was hanging on into ashes, and finds that their horns are real. (he burned the tree down because she didn't believe they were from another world and this in a way pissed him off. :3)

And now with her strangely intelligent cat they mistake as an earth spirit that somehow got outside despite the door being locked. Leads them back to her apartment with them carrying her like a bag of potatoes. Burning said doorknob off because locked and COULDN'T GET IN. (Johnny how???)

And soon after she wakes up, and tries to escape but fails. they spend HOURS. Literal HOURS. Waiting for her to STOP. SCREAMING. (which damn ava you got some LUNGS in you!)

When they finally get her to stop. Conversation and LIEing happens. Both sides. And a police station is involved until Ava dips out on that idea because they start threatening a police officer.

And this leads to her finally accepting she'll teach them how to live on earth!

… (*deep sigh*) …

The show is then quickly mostly about (forcibly) romantically pairing the boys with Ava.

With the occasional beginning or ending scenes within occasional episodes that portrays what's happening back on Daemos.

Which is about Rhals fiance, Lady Bish, (which one must assume is the (temporary) lead Villain of the season) Who slowly figures out what Lady Grandma has been up to, what's she hiding. And repeated hints & clues to Asch's fated sacrifice with more and more description.

The first season.. the show unfinishedly ends with the boys forcefully being returned to Daemos along with Ava magically disguised as a Daemos.

Got all that? Good, now onto

— what I gathered from My Inner Demons… (pt 1)

The story seems to have wanted to be a Harem rom-com (romantic-comedy) with a serious underlying tone & story. And i think also wanted to be for a more mature audience, at least for teens and up. Due to its inclusion of sexual jokes, (somehow minimal or non-existent) cussing, and… I guess violence?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (listen man i said “wanted”)

In my opinion, the show fails to succeed in what it wanted to be.

– Let's get into the romance first. Shall we?

The romance in this show is not done well. Not at all, To be honest.

The show forces romance onto the main cast whether it fits their character, their inner stories, or if they like it or not. When Ava finally thinks about possible romance, it's because she's being pressured into doing so because of the people in her life. Not just the boys. But adults that she's supposed to trust and be friends with.

And the boys? They don't love Ava. Even if the show tries telling us around the end of the series they do? Also that they suddenly gotten comfortable and adjusted somewhat to daily life on earth that they help do chores now? We didn't see that growth. We saw nothing. This is out of the blue!

If they were intending to be a shojo something jump type of story like ouran host club, this wasn't Previously established, nor does it fit the story (*cough* that could've been told. *cough*) additionally, even if the story was like this, they still needed to show that development!

And for most of the story, the boys only want to marry ava for power, because of a misunderstanding that she is princess of earth (*....Deep sigh…*). But suddenly they all are actually in love with or have a crush on her??

*sigh*

— onto about the comedy

I think, we can all agree… the comedy is atleast a hit or miss, and awkward and uncomfortable at most.

(I'm so sorry for mentioning these scenes 😭) Examples: Like… the bathroom scene with Rhys and Lady Grandma… plus every single… one of those jokes Ms.Oates and Lady Grandma has made.

I'll.. i'll talk about their jokes. Not right now, though.

Anywho,

I personally think the comedy aspect in general doesn't fit the story. Don't get me wrong, every story needs a bit of comedy. But with how serious the ‘underlying’ story is, the comedy is… yikes. Ofc, you could still do an overdramatic(/pos) comedy that ends up transitioning to a more serious tone at times, (Aka Romantic Killer on Netflix, which i think can count as a physiological horror/neu) but i don't think that style fits this story, or at least the story we got.

*deep breath*

– onto the serious tone/underlying story…

The serious underlying tone is overshadowed by the comedy. And the serious underlying story is not just overshadowed, but disconnected from most of the story.

Every. Single. Time. The show gives us what's going on on Daemos, and then goes back to what's going on on earth. Is almost whiplash. Due to the utter tone shift between earth and daemos. Idk how to describe it, but…

When we're on earth, it's a comedy. The way things happen on earth are dramatic, possibly one could even say theatrical and illogical, including the characters themselves. It tries to include serious moments, but again, they're overshadowed by the comedic atmosphere.

But on Daemos? It has a darker atmosphere, it's more serious. The characters on daemos are also taken (somewhat more) seriously. Though comedy tries to coexist within it... but it just feels out of place or doesnt work with what Daemos is described and supposed to be and feel like.

I wouldn't say the shifting of tone between worlds is inherently bad.. in fact it could be used quite cleverly!

In other stories. I personally don't think it works with this story in particular. I'll explain this further, later on.

Additional note; the boys were once treated with this seriousness. In the very first episode, they're in a more serious atmosphere, and treated more seriously! Like, Asch was kinda intimidating when he threatened to kill his loyal knights that respect him if they chose to stay! (... oh, we will talk about Asch.)

But the moment, we see them on earth? Say goodbye to them being treated seriously and as adults!

Oh yeah. Additionally, they are not treated as adults. What do you mean? They act like children! Which doesn't make sense for… their world and culture they're from. They wouldn't.. act like children, even if the show might imply that daemos are cruel and selfish, but if they TRULY were, this stroy wouldn't.. really work. (I'll explain, i promise)

AND that the boys seem to almost fit the group of misfits trope! They all would've been killed for being weak or being who they are because who they are is deemed weak if Asch didn't save them, spare them, or show mercy! They're alive because Asch took them in and his position as a second-born prince, right? (We will talk about Asch…)

--- This is Part 1 of a multi-part series of my thoughts on Aphmau's show because I have an abundance of thoughts, and there's a character limit on posts! 💜💜💜🫶

See you in the next part! (If you choose to, ofc!)

#my inner demons aphmau #aphmau my inner demons #my inner demons #my inner thoughts #loading thoughts...#part 2 is talking about the worldbuilding and characters!

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Tales of Arcadia Halloween Fic recs

Any TOA fans out there looking for something spooky to read around Halloween? Well then this is the the list for you! A compilation of my favorite horror and Halloween themed Tales of Arcadia fics. Some of these are safe for all ages, but some do lean hard into horror, so mind the tags and read with caution.

Arcane Blight @avirxy Do you like horror? Do you like Tales of Arcadia? If the answer is yes to both then stop what you're doing and read this. Takes place in an alternate universe where Jim is the new kid in Arcadia, and he quickly realizes that this innocent looking town has dark secrets lurking beneath the surface. To say any more would ruin a lot of the truly gut punching, jaw dropping twists and turns this story has.

The Changeling Masquerade @earth-ambassador-jim Takes place in the author's changeling Toby au. Shows how exactly changelings celebrate Halloween, but with a sinister twist.

Tear Me In Two (The Moonlight Will Anyway) @avirxy Two words. Werewolf Claire. In a monster hunter au Claire gets a nasty bite from a lycanthrope and the whole group struggles with the consequences. One of my all time favorite pieces of werewolf media for the absolutely phenomenal way it explores what it means to unleash the beast within.

Through the Veil @pinkytoothlesso11 This one's just getting started, but holy hell what a start! Jim doesn't given much credibility to Eli's ramblings of monsters and conspiracies in their town, until he witnesses someone he trusts performing a horrific ritual on Halloween night that brings everything he thought he knew into question. Now Jim and his friends are far from home and lost in a world hostile to human kind, and no guarantee that they'll make it home safe.

Something's wrong with Arcadia @earth-ambassador-jim When Jim and team Trollhunters aren't running around causing problems, what does the average Joe think of the strangeness going on in Arcadia? Bular and goblins and changelings shown from a mundane point of view in a way that's absolutely chilling.

31 Days in the Darklands @xdeusxmachinax Not technically a Halloween story, but takes place near and on Halloween with tons of horror and spooky imagery. I always give it a re-read each spooky season. In the wake of an unconventional treaty Strickler struggles to keep balance between Trollmarket, the Janus order, Arcadia, and the Darklands but the universe seems to sabotage him at each stage, and there's more than just pumpkin spice in the air this year in Arcadia.

Snippets, Snails, and Trollish Tales @whitherwanderyouspirit Some mostly Stricklake centered Halloween one shoots ranging from sweet to spooky to downright terrifying.

The Manor atop the Hill @avirxy A Haunted House story like you've never seen done before. When a desperate and frightened Jim follows his mother into the mysterious mansion on the outskirts of town he finds himself trapped in more ways than one. No one has lived in this house for as long as anyone can remember, but it is far from empty. Forced to rely on ghosts and a mysterious girl, Jim has to keep his wits about him if he wants to escape with his life, and his soul, intact.

cave bestiam @rosemaidenvixen Based on the online two sentance horror story "A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said, “I heard that, too.” But staring Barbara and Jim.

Fear of Fears @rosemaidenvixen An alternate take on my sunshine au. Jim decideds to sneak out on Halloween by passing his troll form off as a costume, a decision that will ripple outward into horrific consequences.

Tales of All Hallows Eve @rosemaidenvixen Collection of my Halloween themed one shots and drabbles.

Dig your eight graves @rosemaidenvixen Eight teens from Arcadia wander far from home and suffer a brutal attack from an evil that was much closer to home than they could ever imagine. Alone and traumatized, one of them makes a bargain in order to reclaim what was taken from them. They gain everything they ask for and more, but lose more than they ever thought possible.

A Bunch of Hocus Pocus @rosemaidenvixen A collection of 31 spooky and Halloween themed one shots for Tales of Arcadia and The Owl House, released one per day each day of October until Halloween.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #fic rec #halloween #toahalloween #fanfic masterlist #rmvspeaks

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Pixel Play

( Reposted from @armands-sanctum ) Author’s Note: Request from @blueberry-soda57 <3 Shout out to all my raccoons in the club, after finishing this I WILL be playing Maplestory, I kinda rushed it but everything i write can get multiple parts so :P

Content Warnings: Pre-established relationship, suggestive, being a basement dweller. Not proofread (yet ill get to it in the morning)

Word Count: 1.3K

Masterlist

Hobie doesn’t like the word ‘Loser’ he feels that insults like that are always based in ableism, and as an autistic person (He’s sensory seeking) very wary of words rooted in ableist histories.

That being said he CHORTLES when you call yourself a ‘Loser Gamer’, he definitely sees why.

Early on in your relationship before he disclosed his identity as Spider-Man, he would text you before and after patrols, like at 4 AM

“Luv you awake?”

“Wanna crash a’ your flat for a bit?”

A beat in time, a few moments, and then a response would be received on his end, sat on the roof of a random building, leaning lazily on the fire escape, mask dripping sweat down his neck.

“K”

“Doors unlocked, busy rn”

Busy..?

When he’s seen you during the day he has to PHYSICALLY force you to attend events; shows, galleries, demonstrations and protests, and you fight him off like a feral cat being trapped for a spay and neuter.

Your preferred way to spend your day, is sleeping, to the point where you would jump up at 4 PM, haven’t eaten anything or taken your meds. Hobie would watch the hours of the day pass by waiting for you to wake up, like Beth and Mary of Nazareth waiting for the resurrection of Lazarus.

He would take the initiative to get up (Usually 12-1 he’s a late riser too, but he pales in comparison to you) before you, feed your pets and make a quick breakfast or lunch, setting them aside for when you would arise later.

You always wake up in a daze, going in and out of sleep for an hour before fully getting up, and even then you made no plans to go outside and do anything, preferring the isolated 4 walls of your space, a sanctuary in the frenzied world of Earth-138.

In the hours you sleep he admires (snoops around) your space, gingerly looking at the figurines that grace your desks and shelves, animated characters in alternative outfits, and meticulously designed platforms, or looking over your multitudes of gaming consoles.

You don’t let him use them without explicit permission, you definitely don’t want Hobie to mess with your save data, he’s a genius but he never got the chance to be acquainted with gaming in his formative years because he was too busy surviving homelessness.

Hobie’s favorite aspect of your home is your computer setup, Hobie is a genius but he’s always blown away by the determination and time you put into modifying your setup.

Hard drives, Processors, Logic Board strewn about, cables interwoven between each other sloppily, making the small space even smaller and cramped, bed planted right next to your set up so you can wake and be connected onto the Wired as easy it is to breathe. (think the computer setup Lain had towards the end of the anime)

“Ya enjoyin’ yourself in your ‘obbit hole?”

“All connected yeah?”

When he does stagger his way to your place, you’re wide awake, furiously inputting on your keyboard or controller, cursing and hissing into your headset.

Brows furrowed in concentration as you quickly input combos, blocks, grabs.

Maybe you join parties with people on MMOs, your on call with them screaming and sniggering at the actions of the pixels that represent you and your friends, trying to complete obstacles, puzzles, and defeat bosses.

The sounds of your fingers clicking and pressing reverberate the walls from the sheer force, legs lifted up into your lap, in the most uncomfortable posture possible as you ignore the aches in your muscles to get one last game in, one last match, or a few hundred more mobs.

Hobie sits down softly on the bed beside you, watching you intently as you completely disregard his presence (he learns soon that this isn’t on purpose, you're just concentrated on your daily quests and bosses)

When you finally notice there’s something in the space with you, your take a slight glance behind you and scream, eyes not adjusted to the dark room from the searing LEDs of your multiple monitors, your eyes can’t register its Hobie.

“Oy pretty ‘s me, don’t go yellin’ like that someone’s gunna think youre dead”

“Oh fuck Hobie, I thought you were a ghost or something…”

At this point he’s fucking exhausted, and he really wants to snuggle, so he whines like a child trying to get you off the game, or gets an attitude at you when you say,

“Please Hobie, baby, one more game and I’ll be off”

cue the sun coming up as your still playing and Hobie knocked out drooling into one of your pillows, wicks splayed out and bent around because he couldn’t be bothered to put on a headscarf or a bonnet.

(its giving those videos where gfs/wives unplug consoles so their partner pays attention to tasks around the house, except Hobie doesn’t know which chord does what and he doesn’t want to break anything considering it means so much to you.)

Currently in your relationship, Hobie (who can be quite creepy) after patrol likes to take off his heavy docs on your fire-escape, he will watch you game from outside the window, waiting for the perfect opportunity to… SLAM on your window, sending you flying 5 inches into the air, and cowering into your bed, abandoning your game and dying in the process.

After you’ve calmed down, he’ll slink into the room laughing hysterically,

“Shoulda seen your face luv, scared shitless!”

“Hobie the next time you make me die in a game; I’m letting you bleed out on my fire escape.”

You also act as his ‘person in the chair’, keeping track of coordinates, or structural plans to buildings in the city, digging through archives as he brings webbed justice done onto the heads of villains and criminals of all sorts, frantically hacking into CCTV cameras to keep track of his fights and warn him of sneak attacks or other assailants entering the quarrel. Desk littered with snacks, crumbs, and empty soda cans like “Valley Mist”.

Hobie sometimes gets shit from acquaintances at bars or venues who tease him about your appearance.

“Hobie, my bro, they’re just so plain, they just don’t have the look”

Comments like this piss Hobie off so much, some people don’t have the energy to perform beauty, some people just don’t want to and they shouldn’t have to, no matter which category you fall in or between.

Plus regardless he thinks you look adorable, hair strewn about from waking up at 3 PM, a treasure trove of comfortable sweats, adidas track sets, slides and comfy slippers.

But when you do perform beauty, a strike of pleasure ripples down his spine, you can’t blame him, he does forget how good you look sometimes.

“All dolled up, what’s the occasion, yeah?”

“Lookin’ bare leng today”

On days he’s feeling especially needy, he wraps his arms around your torso while playing, pinching and groping at your chest, trying to annoy you enough to the point where you stop playing and give him some kind of attention.

When you don’t he’ll resort to sucking deep purple bruises into your neck and shoulders that has you whimpering and crying softly at the pain, you immediately mute yourself in the game call.

If not that, he’ll stand next to you,

“Lemme ‘ave at it luv, wanna see whats goin’ on in this thing.”

(I play MMOs, Maplestory specifically so this is geared towards that)

You don’t let Hobie play on your characters where your key bindings are specified by class or fighting type, you let him choose his class and make a fresh character, he’ll start playing, frustrated at the boring leveling in the beginning.

He quits cause it’s so time consuming, but you end up grinding his levels a tad after every time he plays so he has new quests and areas to explore.

Regardless he loves his partner no matter what eccentricities they have, he takes every part of the package and values every piece of the puzzle.

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