#reverse bear trap my beloved

[heathened]

happy birthday 2 meeeeeeeee

#the way this would fit right in with shirts i bought at emo shows in 2007…. peak aesthetics #reverse bear trap my beloved #the scorp necklace is also new #𓂉

[reverie-starlight]

For the MC returns fic you wrote, it's absolutely splendid. But I was wondering if I could ask for a part two with the dateables??

AHHH okayokay i'm so sorry this took so long, I have been so busy since school ended among other things, but here it is!!! and thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed part one <3

as always, gn!MC

disclaimer: I'm not that familiar writing the side characters' personalities, this is my first time writing for them, so please bear that in mind if you think they're a bit out of character. Also, I won't be doing a part three with the undateables (as much as I adore thirteen), bc I'm only on lesson 25 of the OG game :')

warnings: fluff!! slight reverse comfort in diavolo's bc if the game won't let him have a small breakdown, then I will, but it's like so minor. he cries a bit. poor baby deserves to let his emotions out a bit. his section got looonnnggg. slight making out in simeon's? nothing explicit, but definitely lots of kissing. blood mention in barbatos' but no gore or violence. he's just coming back from the dungeons bc I love him being just slightly unhinged. barbatos' is probably the most ooc because I had such a hard time trying to write his section, plus it got just a tad suggestive.

and once again, the details of MC's return are unspecified, just because I don't want to think too hard about it right now! did they complete the task and re-forge all 7 pacts again? did they just pop back into the present randomly? who knows? not me!

MC Returning to the Present: Dateables Edition

(aka MC goes back to the future... I missed out on that pun last time hehe)

After waking up in your room, where you rightfully belong in the present timeline, and getting through your teary reunion with the brothers, you were anxious to set out and find your lover.

You couldn't even text him to let him know you were back- with a shattered screen and an apparent dead battery, your D.D.D. had seen better days. The brothers offered to text the others to let them know of your return after they were done dog piling you, but you shook your head.

"I need to go see him now," you said, feeling guilty that you wanted to leave the warmth of their company so soon after finally having your chosen family back. You made a silent promise to them that you'd spend as much one-on-one time with them as they needed after this, but you were desperate to find him and they could tell. They could see on your face that you had been through a lot and just needed the comfort only a partner could provide.

So instead of fighting to keep you there with them a bit longer, they led you to the front hall and let you go find your beloved. You'd be back after all, you told them as much.

Solomon

As soon as you opened the door to run to Purgatory Hall, you walked right into a wall shaped like the sorcerer you were looking for.

"Solomon!" You gasped out, throwing your arms around him tightly.

"MC," he sighed in relief, cradling the back of your head with his hand, other arm around your waist, holding you just as tight. "I was so worried when you were nowhere to be found in the other timeline, I rushed here to see if you were back."

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, and blinked away a tear. "I made it, I don't really know what happened, it's all a blur, but I'm back now."

"You're back, you're okay..." he pulled back a bit to scan over your figure. "You are okay, yes? No injuries? No weird physical space-time abnormalities?"

You laughed a little breathlessly and shook your head. "No, I'm okay, my love."

He smiled fondly at you before glancing behind you, making you aware of your audience. The brothers were glaring daggers at your boyfriend, and you were sure that if Solomon wasn't, well... Solomon, any other human on the receiving end of those looks would perish.

"Guys, don't. He kept me safe when I was trapped back then. He took good care of me when I needed it, I swear."

You raised an eyebrow at them when they didn't immediately stand down, but they untensed after a second and just eyed him wearily.

Solomon smiled sheepishly. "Honestly, MC, you give me too much credit, but yes, I promise I kept them from getting into potentially catastrophically worse situations."

You returned his smile and squeezed his shoulder, tearing up again. "Don't be like that, you did far more for me than you realize..."

He knew you were referring to all the nights he held you in bed as you sobbed over the possibility of never getting back home, comforting you and acting as a distraction. If he weren't there, you honestly don't know what you would have done.

He sighed again, not wanting to get you too worked up right now. You looked like you were about to drop from exhaustion. His eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand.

"MC, why don't you let me cook for you tonight? A special treat in celebration of our return." The poor guy looked so hopeful that you almost gave in.

Before realizing that you wanted to live to see another day in the present.

"Oh, Solomon, that's very sweet, but you must be exhausted after everything as well! We can just go to Ristorante Six, or get take out..." the determined look in his eyes scared you and you glanced at the brothers for help.

"Nonsense, my love, you didn't let me cook for you once when we were living in Cocytus Hall, let me return the favour." Damn his persistence.

A few of the brothers snickered at that, probably picturing you frantically trying to keep your boyfriend out of the kitchen by any means necessary. It was then that they truly realized how many obstacles you had to overcome. You gave them another pleading look and finally Lucifer took pity on you.

"Actually, Solomon, it's Satan's turn to cook tonight, and we'd prefer to spend the evening with MC, so we insist that you join us for dinner. It'll give us a chance to go over some of the more... pressing details of what happened." His tone left no room for debate, so the sorcerer nodded.

"Oh... well alright, then, thank you for having me." He looked mildly disappointed but it didn't last long after you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

You let out a small sigh and silently thanked Lucifer as you walked further into the house again. You hooked an arm through Solomon's and went to sit with everyone else in the living room, finally feeling at ease for the first time in forever.

Diavolo

The second you were out of the house, you sprinted to the castle.

Normally you would be more courteous on the castle grounds, not wanting to piss off any of the nobles and have them think negatively of the Prince for choosing an ill-mannered human as a partner, but every rule of devildom etiquette left your mind as you ran through the halls.

You smiled at some passing servants as you slowed to catch your breath, wondering where he would be at this time of day. Finally you caught the eye of a servant you had gotten to know quite well during your visits and you visibly lit up as she greeted you.

"Hello, MC, it's lovely to see you again," she curtsied and you smiled kindly at her, insisting she didn't have to. She didn't seem shocked to see you, so you assumed everyone had tried to keep your disappearance a secret.

"Hello, it's lovely to see you, too... you wouldn't happen to know where the prince is, would you?"

She hummed and thought about it for a moment. "I believe I saw his personal butler bringing tea to his office not long ago... perhaps he's still there? He's been working in there far longer than he normally would, lately."

Your heart clenched at that, and you thanked her before running in the direction of his office.

You tried the knob, but it was locked, so you knocked frantically. It took a few moments, but finally it opened and there stood Diavolo. He had a welcome expression on his face, but you could immediately tell it wasn't genuine.

Until he realized it was you, that is.

All the pent up exhaustion you could see on his face melted away and he pulled you to him immediately. "You're back."

You closed the door with a gentle kick behind you as he dragged you further into the room. He lifted you up so that you were sitting on the edge of his desk, him in between your legs. His arms tightened around your waist before his hands trailed up to your shoulders, slid up your neck and finally rested on your cheeks. He rested his forehead against yours and let out a long, shaky, relieved sigh. Like the weight on his shoulders had just been lifted.

You let your own hands tangle in his hair and closed your eyes. "I'm back."

As you held him close, you started to feel him tremble slightly. You opened your eyes in panic, and your heart broke at the sight in front of you.

The future king of the devildom was doing his absolute best to hold back his tears, clinging to your shirt, his breathing unsteady. All because of you.

Your grip in his hair turned softer and you pressed your nose against his cheek, nuzzling into him. "It's okay, my love, I'm here. You don't have to hide from me, you can let it out," you whispered softly.

He listened to your words and immediately sank into your arms further, letting out a strangled sob. The tears that dropped from his face dampened your clothes but you didn't care at all. "Let it out, I'm here now."

You continued to soothe and shush him, all the while caressing his hair and kissing wherever you could reach. You knew Diavolo felt as though he had to remain strong all of the time, and honestly if you were in his position you'd probably feel the same. But since you started dating, you had been trying your best to let him know that he didn't have to be that way around you. He could let his walls down with you and never have to worry about being thought of as less.

A knock at the door made him tense up again and you looked at him in reassurance, silently letting him know you'd take care of it. He straightened up slightly, back still turned to the door, and nodded at you. "Come in," you called out.

You peeked over his shoulder and were pleasantly surprised (though you probably shouldn't have been) to see Barbatos standing there, composed as ever. When the butler saw your head sprouting from behind Diavolo's his eyes widened slightly before returning to normal.

"Hello, MC, welcome back."

You waved. "Hi Barbatos! I missed you."

He chuckled. "I must admit I missed you too. Young master, shall I prepare your room with fresh night clothes for MC as well? It's quite late."

You glanced at him and while he had dried his tears, his eyes were still rimmed with red and his nose was running. So he just nodded and said "Yes, thank you Barbatos. Could you possibly run us a bath, please?"

"Yes, my lord." He nodded at you once more with a knowing smile and closed the door behind him.

You looked back to your boyfriend and smiled. You gently kissed him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders again. "My love, I'm so happy to be back. I missed you more than anything."

He managed a smile and helped you down from his desk. "I was so worried about you, MC, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come back."

You squeezed his hand tightly as he lead you out of the office and down the hall that lead to his personal wing of the castle. "Well you don't have to think about that anymore."

He nodded and for the first time you've seen that night, and most likely in general since you've been gone, a genuine smile took over his face and his usual playfulness returned. "Will you spend the weekend here with me, MC?"

You nodded. "Of course, I was going to ask you if I could, anyway... oh! Diavolo..." you sheepishly looked at him and pulled out your D.D.D.. "Do you think we could get me a new one sometime this weekend?"

He laughed. "Of course, my dear. Is there anything else you need? Anything at all, just say the word."

"No," you started, opening the door to his room and flopping onto his bed. "Just you."

His smile turned soft and his eyes were filled with love. "That can surely be arranged."

Simeon

You knocked desperately on the front door of Purgatory Hall, hoping to see your boyfriend's face. All you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms right about now.

Soon enough, you heard faint footsteps from behind the door and the sound of a lock unlatching. The door opened a crack and you looked down to see a certain blonde boy's wide eyes. Your own eyes widened in surprise, as you weren't expecting Luke to be up at this hour.

"MC?!" He exclaimed, opening the door wider and throwing himself at you for a hug.

You laughed a little and kneeled down to hug him properly. "Luke! I've missed you."

You both walked further into the entry hall and he refused to let go of you after the door closed. "We were so worried about you, MC! Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

You patted him on the head. "I'm okay, buddy, promise. I'm glad to be back in our time."

Another pair of footsteps was heard as you and Luke had your little reunion. Your heart raced in excitement, recognizing the pattern of the footfall.

"Luke? Who was at the-"

You smiled as his words cut off and he stared at you, frozen and clearly shocked by your arrival. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. "Hi, Simeon."

Your voice brought him out of his trance.

He rushed to you and held you close. Everything about your boyfriend was gentle- his tone, his smile, his disposition... his touch normally was, too, but in this moment he held you tighter than he ever had before.

And you clung to him just as tight.

He pulled away after a minute, just taking you in- making sure you were real. His eyes turned glassy as he fought back tears. "MC... you're here. You're okay."

You nodded and felt your own eyes well up a little. "I'm okay, Simeon. I'm even better now that I'm here."

He took a shaky breath and composed himself, nodding once and turning to Luke, who was bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Simeon, let's bring them to the parlor. We have so much to catch up on. We could watch a movie- oh! We could do some late night baking..."

The two of you shared a longing look as he rambled on about all the things you could do that night. There was a silent understanding between the two of you that you wanted some alone time, so he gave you a sly smile before addressing the boy.

"I know you're not going to like what I have to say, Luke, but it's getting late."

The angel frowned immediately and crossed his arms. "But Simeon, I want to spend time with MC!"

"I know, but you were already about to go to bed before answering the door. It's best to stay on schedule so you don't ruin your sleep cycle."

"But how is this any different than when you let me stay up late during our sleepovers?"

"Well..." he had a point. "I'm sure that MC is tired right now from their trip back. Time travel must be very draining, you know."

You stifled a laugh as Simeon grasped at straws to get more alone time with you and decided to help him out when he shot you a pleading look.

"Luke, how about we wake up early tomorrow and make breakfast together? Simeon's right, I'm exhausted and I want to be wide awake when we hang out. Does that sound okay? I'll spend the night and you can wake me up as soon as you wake up."

This seemed to satisfy him and he nodded, before hugging you one last time and running up to his room with a quick "Goodnight!"

You both waited for the sound of his door closing before his lips were on yours. You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. It was soft and needy and longing. Exactly what the two of you needed. Your hands tugged at his hair and his hands roamed from your waist to your hips. His touch was back to being gentle.

You stayed like that for a bit, one hand trailing down to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.

When he pulled away after a while, a little breathless, he tugged you to his bedroom and let you rummage around through the drawer of your clothes he let you have for whenever you stayed the night.

When you were both changed and laying under his covers, cuddled up as close as possible, he kissed your temple. "I missed you so much, MC..." he whispered. "I was terrified that you would be harmed."

You turned on your side to face him properly. "I'm okay, Simeon. I just missed you a lot. You were there, you know... and you were almost the same. It was so hard for me to hold back from acting how I normally would with you..." you traced a finger along the bridge of his nose and then over his cheekbones. "I had to remember that it wasn't a version of you that knows me like you do. You were so close but so far."

He caressed your cheek with his knuckles and gazed at you with a loving smile. "Well I'm here, and it's me. I'm all yours, MC. You're okay."

If he was being honest, he felt like he could breathe again. Being away from you, knowing where- when- you were and not being able to help in any way was torture. Having you back safe and sound was the biggest blessing he could ever receive.

You leaned up to kiss him again and then rested your forehead against the crook of his neck. "I love you, Simeon."

"I love you too, MC. I'm so glad you're back."

Barbatos

Once you entered the castle, you immediately asked around to find out if anyone had seen him. The first few servants had no clue, but welcomed you back to the castle with a smile. It wasn't until the fifth servant you had run into that you got an idea of where he might be.

"I believe I saw him heading down to the dungeon about an hour ago. He's been spending a lot of time there lately- when he's not tending to the prince, of course. If you wait there, he should be about done with his... ah... appointment," he said.

"Thank you!" And then you were dashing to the top of the stairs leading to the dungeon. Just as you were about to descend the staircase, a familiar figure was ascending.

You both froze and stared at each other for a good few seconds, taking in the fact that he was in his demon form, covered in blood and carrying a bag. This certainly wasn't the reunion either of you were expecting.

However that didn't matter, because as you were too excited to finally have him back, you jumped into his arms, not caring about any blood on your already trashed clothes.

"Barbatos, I've missed you so much," you sighed in the crook of his neck.

He finally seemed to register was was happening and dropped the bag, wrapping his arms around you. His tail curled around your leg as well, a seemingly unconscious act. "MC... I've missed you, too." He said, slightly breathless. It wasn't often that anyone could catch him off guard, so you smiled slightly at your achievement.

Once he regained his composure, he immediately pulled back and looked you over for any injuries he could attend to. "Are you alright, my dear? Are you hurt? When did you get back?"

You cupped his cheeks and smiled up at him. "I'm alright. I got back about an hour ago, I just woke up in my room. I wanted to see you right away after I got done with the brothers," you said, and then ran a thumb under his eye.

"I'm happy you're back." He said, bringing up the hand with the less soiled glove to rest over your own. "I feel much more at ease now that you're here."

He'd never tell you how much of an understatement that was. He felt like everything was right again. His heart had been pounding in his chest ever since you made eye contact. He'd never tell you, but he was sure that you knew.

You smiled at him teasingly. "Have you been taking your nerves out on the prisoners? Is that why you're covered in blood?"

He chuckled. "It might be. Would that be so wrong? It's an effective way to relieve stress."

You snorted as he uncoiled his tail from your leg and brought your hands down to swing in between you both as you walked. "That's fair... Barbatos, would it be too much to ask if I could stay with you tonight?"

He squeezed your hand slightly. "Not at all, I was going to insist upon it. I still have things I must tend to tonight, but I need to clean myself off first. And while I'm at it, I will get you some new clothes. Then you should see the young master to let him know you're back."

You nodded at him and clung to his arm. One thing that hadn't changed from back then was how to the point and blunt he was. It was admirable, really. He smiled a bit as you walked, feeling perfectly content for the first time in a while.

Once you were both cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothing, you headed to Diavolo's office. You weren't nearly as nervous to see him as you were your boyfriend, but nerves still bubbled in your stomach. He was a close friend, after all.

Barbatos knocked and entered, signaling for you to wait a moment. You could hear muffled speech from the other side of the door before it opened again and he ushered you in.

Diavolo's eyes lit up. "MC, welcome back! You must be so glad to be home safe. I hope you're able to rest well tonight. We'll call a meeting tomorrow with everyone so you and Solomon can explain everything in detail. For now I expect you to take it easy for tonight."

You grinned at him. "Thank you, Diavolo. I'm happy to be back." You looked at Barbatos briefly to address him in a softer tone. "Should I wait in your room or the parlor?"

He was about to respond before Diavolo cut in. "Oh, Barbatos, you're dismissed for tonight. I'm just about done here, anyway."

The butler's eyes widened. "My lord?"

"You deserve to spend this time with them, take the night off."

"...Are you sure, my lord?"

He nodded and then looked at you pointedly. It was clear he was conveying along the lines of 'get him out of here, I can't convince him on my own'.

You smiled and bowed your head at him in thanks and gently tugged your boyfriend out of the office. "Come on, my love."

Once you were back in the hallway, he looked at you. "Are you hungry? I could bake for you, it's not too late yet."

You nodded. "That would be great, thank you..." you kissed him on the cheek as you walked, laughing slightly at his still-stunned expression.

Clearly he wasn't expecting much free time tonight, but with one glance at you, he knew exactly how he wanted to spend it. "When we're done in the kitchen, I think we should turn in for the night a bit early..." he leaned in close and brushed his lips against your cheek. "Does that sound alright with you, my love?"

You shuddered and nodded, looking up at him with an expression that matched his own. "That sounds perfect."

He was so happy to have you back.

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I'm so happy to have this done!! it was genuinely so much fun to write... I'm sorry for Barb's section being so... short? and ooc? I had the hardest time figuring out how I wanted to portray him and I think I'm going to have to keep working on it cause I'm not 100% happy with it, but we'll see!

I also dug up some unrealized feelings I have for Diavolo with this fic, cause now I'm like totally head over heels for him.

all in all though, I hope you enjoyed!!

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon

[intimacyequalsdeath]

A Father's Love (If you can call it that)

The reader is gender neutral but is John Kramer's child. Kramer's kid and Hoffman have been in a secret relationship that they think Kramer doesn't know about until he decides to cross a line and test Hoffman's Loyalty to you in the only way John Kramer knows how.

Notes: Minors DNI, No smut but not SFW. Gender neutral reader with no major pronouns used, probably a random they/them scattered throughout.

Your head pounded as your eyes cracked open. Your head felt heavy as you raised it up to peer around the room you had come too in. The room looked all too familiar to rooms you had seen in your father's traps.

You felt yourself freeze when an old model tv that you hadn't yet noticed in the corner of the room lit up. A grainy image of your father's puppet coming into view as you were suddenly met with two ugly truths.

Your head, felt heavier then usual due to the fact you were strapped into what your father referred to as a reverse bear trap. Something you had only ever seen in his drawings and models but never seen in action. A trap your boyfriend, his apprentice, Mark Hoffman has also come face to face with a time before that he didn't like to talk about.

The second ugly truth was the fact that you were now front and center in one of your own fathers traps. You thought yourself to be safe as John Kramer's only living child, surely blood is thicker then water, right?.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as the puppet on screen began to talk directly to you.

"Hello Y/n, my beloved child" It started, your own fathers voice echoing through your ears, you still couldn't bring yourself to think he'd actually do this to you.

"For this last year you and detective Mark Hoffman have been hiding something from me. I have given you two all the time to come to me with this so we can sort things out but that offer has come up empty."

Your blood ran cold, your father knew about you and Mark? Where even was Mark? was your father testing him too?

"Therefore I have decided that it is time to test the both of you, so I can see where Mark's loyalties truly lie when it comes to you. Mark has been placed somewhere in the basement of this building and will have 30 minutes starting now to find you and use the key on the inside of the door to set you free from the bear trap."

Your eyes flicked to the red timer over top of the door now reading 29 as the time ticked down from 30. With the bear trap in your mouth you weren't able to scream to help Mark find you. Your father knew exactly what he was doing.

"If Detective Hoffman fails to find you within the 30 minutes, the trap will go off putting an end to your and Hoffman's secret rendezvous and telling me everything I need to know about Detective Hoffman"

You started to sob around the trap, Your hands balling into fists as much as the restraints would let you. Somewhere in the distance you could hear Mark barreling through the house while yelling your name.

The tape clicked off as your eyes focused on the timer steadily ticking down above the door. The image was blurred through your tears but you could make out a 25. Five minutes had already passed as you were trying to keep yourself from panicking.

Your father had told you once, that most of the people he had trapped their downfall wasn't him. It was the fact that they panicked. Your eyes began scanning the room for something you could try and knock over to indicate to Mark which room you were in.

You noticed a rolling cart that was in kicking distance and the fact that your legs weren't restrained. This is exactly what your father wanted to happen you thought. You kicked the rolling cart as hard as you could and sent it into the stand that the tv was sitting on, Knocking the tv over and breaking it.

"Y/n? Baby?!" You could hear Mark yell from somewhere much closer then before, It had worked, Mark was getting closer.

Your eyes quickly scanned for something else you could use to make more noise as you heard Mark's footsteps towards what you could only assume was the end of the hallway. Your flicked up to check the time the clock above the door read 15 minutes left, you had to hurry and get mark here.

Your eyes met an old standing lamp in reach of your chair. Without hesitating you lifted your foot up and smashed it as hard as you could. Knocking the lamp over and breaking the shade and bulb inside of it.

"Y/n!" You heard Mark yell as his footfalls stopped outside the door you were in. You let out a muffled scream hoping to whatever god that he heard you.

Your prayers were answered as with three giant crashes he had broken through the door and spilled into the room. His eyes met yours as the relief of seeing you and anger at your father washing over him. He started to approach you but you shook your head and frantically motioned to the key hanging by the door.

Mark, having worked with your father before, picked up what you meant and turned to look for the key. Your eyes caught a red 10 flash above the door as Mark frantically looked, his fingers finally finding the cold metal of the key to the trap.

The clock red 8 minutes when he finally made his way over to you and slipped the key into the lock of the trap on your head. Disconnecting it from you and throwing it across the room.

Your sobs and the sound of Mark trying to calm you down as he untied you from the chair were the only things heard in the room after the clock had stopped ticking. Once you were untied Mark sat back on the floor as you slipped from the chair into his lap as he held you.

"It's ok sugar I promise" He shushed you "shhh Baby your safe now, I got here in time, You made noise to tell me where to go and I got here in time baby"

You buried your head in his neck as he rocked the two of you back and forth as your sobs died down.

"M-my dad" your voice broke as you talked "H-he was gonna kill me Mark" You brought your head from his neck and your eyes met his as fury washed over them at your father.

"I know sugar, He told me on my tape what he did, How he's known about us for a year and this is what we were getting for not telling him, he didn't tell me what trap you were in so I didn't know you couldn't scream for me and let me know where you were" He told you as he brought his hands up to cup your face and used his thumbs to dry your tears.

You put your hands over top his as you closed your eyes to try and take in everything that had transpired over the last 20 or so minutes. If your dad thought everything after this was just going to go back to normal he was wrong, so very wrong and you were almost certain Mark felt the same.

'What's that?" You heard Mark ask, You opened your eyes to see him Looking at the chair you were strapped to. You turned and followed his line of site to see a tape player taped to a leg of the chair.

One placed just perfectly that you wouldn't have noticed it while you were still sitting in the chair. Mark brought you into him once again, holding you to him with one arm while the other reached for the tape player and ripped it from the leg of the chair.

He leaned back once again and pressed the play button. The two of you waited as you heard crackling followed once more by the voice of your father.

"If the two of your are listening to this tape then that means Mark has successfully found you and disarmed the trap" You shut your eyes and leaned against Mark as he scoffed at your fathers words.

"Now I can reveal to the two of you, that had Mark failed in finding you the trap would not have gone off when the timer ran out. What you are wearing is a prototype that still doesn't work. A simply for show model if you will"

You looked up at Mark as you felt him begin to shake with anger that your father would not only make you think you were about to die but toy with you by using a fake trap.

"I'm sure the two of you are none to happy with my decision to do this. But as a father I needed to test the loyalty that you, Detective Hoffman have for my child. Mark's urgency to get to you and disarm the trap before it went off whether it was fake or not shows not only the respect he has for me and my traps to not for a second think they were fake or a joke but the loyalty and urgency he has to protect my child even if it means nearly costing him his life as in the basement he ran into various traps himself."

"What traps were in the basement Mark?" You asked him, He shook his head running a hand through your hair.

"Don't worry about it honey, worry about whether or not I'm going to kill your father for doing this to you" He said as the tape continued.

"There are a set of keys I placed inside the tv for the front door of the house so you two may leave and come back to the warehouse so we can discuss this further. I want to fully explain my reasonings of why I did this to the two of you even though I do not expect that to quell your anger at all. I will see the two of you when you return to the warehouse" the tape cut off.

Mark jerked his arm throwing the player against the wall and smashing it into millions of pieces of the cheap plastic it was made out of. You curled back into Mark, the last thing you wanted to do was go and face the man who had done this to you even if that man was your father.

"What are we gonna do Mark?" You said quietly.

"I don't know honey, I honestly don't have a fuckin clue" He replied holding you ever so slightly tighter.

"The only thing I do know is things aren't going to go back to the way they were, not after what that motherfucker did to you. No way" He seethed, You nodded in agreement.

Your father had crossed a line tonight. The burning of a bridge had begun and if it was up to Mark it would never be fixed.

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Day 31 - Reverse!verse [AU]

[AO3] Life!Hob my beloved. Also see wild blue yonder for more Life!Hob goodness!

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Dream heaves, axe heavy in his hands as he descends Fawney Rig where Life ― Hob, another name he prefers to be called ― is being held. Life being held has caused insane damage: plants and people growing backwards, decay halted, people dying from something as simple as a papercut, the planet itself switching seasons suddenly, the sun shining bright enough to start making oceans recede. 

It’s only been a year, but it feels too long already, especially since he’s been searching for Life, finally ending up here. Even as a run-of-the-mill immortal human that Life kept challenging him for, Dream a bored noble in the 1300s, life itself was hard to think about in full until brown eyes smiled at him and dared for them to meet in 100 years. 

Dream’s heart is in his throat as he stares the basement, the guard’s having already met his axe, splattering his black clothes with blood as he stares at the cheery yellow walls, almost a mockery of the entity in a glass sphere, Life naked and curled up in it. “Life!” He wheezes, hands touching the sphere as Life ― blinks, recognition slow before a bright smile appears. 

There’s a sound from above, shouting and running as Hob points to the floor ― a golden circle around the sphere, and Dream steps back to wack into the sigils with the axe, ears popping as bullets fly past him, as he pulls the axe back to go into the glass sphere, can feel a bullet in his back, in his leg― 

―And golden light engulfs him.

―

Dream wakes with a gasp, looking around to see the green of Fawney Rig, skin tingling and heart beating quickly as he gets his bearing, body feeling ― new, completely reset, the way it is after he’s died. “Dream?” A voice says, and Dream blinks, Life next to him, dressed in a simple dark blue suit, brown-and-gold eyes worried as a hand cups his jaw. Dream inhales sharply, the spark of Life touching him bright and zinging through him.

“You’re okay?” He asks, voice rough and Hob smiles, the sparkling gold in his eyes dimming.

“Not at all ― but I’ll start getting better again, thanks to you,” Life says, eyes flickering over beside them. “I went a bit overboard,” Hob muses, and Dream looks over to find ― nothing, an abyss of nothing, only black and dark and nothing where Fawney Rig used to be, all the way down into the Earth, the blackness of it consuming and piercing― “sorry,” Hob pulls his face back to him, aching head receding, “that couldn’t of been a fun death to come back from,” he says with a grimace. 

“As long as you are out of there, it didn’t matter,” he says, body still feeling new and tingling as he takes a breath, the smell of nature now right and fresh and Hob beams at him, eyes going a full amber and gold and Dream’s so ― relieved, that his friend can still smile so after this, that he’s not trapped anymore ― that he can even see Hob’s smile again, after that year of anxiety and catastrophizing. Dream, almost out of his control, leans forward to kiss Hob deeply, hands going up to the other’s beard.

Hob gasps, kissing him back, body warm and solid as Dream falls onto him, and Dream shivers as rough hands go under his shirt, “Life-affirming sex, right?” Hob asks with a grin, and Dream freezes, mind catching up to his body, “this isn’t a no, just asking,” Hob kisses his jaw and Dream relaxes. 

“Yes,” he breathes, so desperately relieved as Hob smiles, surging up to meet him as they kiss, as clothes get unravelled, and Dream can feel vines and flower stems grabbing onto his legs and arms as warm hands touch his dick, vines winding around his thighs. “Hob,” he pleads as they rut against each other.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #smuly 2023 #dreamling smuly #dream x hob #hob x dream #hob x morpheus #writing #not sfw #another month done yay~

[sawcondeez]

back again :))

which saw trap(s) do you think you'd have the best chance of survival in?

if you could trap a fictional character who would you pick?

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii :3

- first of all, let me just say that I would do absolutely horrible in a Saw trap

the traps where you have to sever a limb in order to live… yeah I don’t think I have it in me to do that… I’d take the decapitation or whatever thanks 😭

I saw a poll a while ago with this question where the most voted option was the bathroom trap from Saw 2004 - yeah, no, I would rot and die in that bathroom just like Adam I’m sorry.

if I had to win one, I might be able to win the mausoleum trap if I was in Art Blank’s place? given that I could use the weapons provided to cut open the stitches over my mouth and once my mouth is free maybe since I have a female voice I’d sound like less of a threat to the guy with his eyes stitched up and I’d attempt to talk him through it and explain things and try to help cut his eye stitches too?? idk 😭😭 if he comes swinging at me like he did with Art, I’m done for tho. for sure.

I think I might be able to win Amanda’s reverse bear trap because it doesn’t involve self mutilation though I struggled to mercy kill even my sick neon tetra (it’s a tiny tiny fish lol) also I feel like unlocking the lock with my jittery ass hands would be my downfall lmaooo

I really hope I do not get put in a Saw trap because I WILL be dying (!!)

- as for which fictional character I would like to put in a Saw trap, I feel like…. maybe SpongeBob LOL I feel like it would be an absolute spectacle and I wanna see how Squiddy would react

that Sponge mf has been diced, cubed, shredded, blown up, skinned- the WORKS. he’ll be fiiiiine. he’s gonna bounce right back after.

while doing my watches of the franchise I also have found myself wondering how John Kramer would do when put in his own traps, especially the ones where you have to horrifically sever yourself. I know he’s been in the bloodboarding trap in Saw X but idk.. that was a lil different and there was a young boy at stake. John’s put so many people in traps for the dumbest reasons, and there are so many reasons why he himself should be put in one so like………….

Im sorry John I know you’re a beloved character but…………..

#saw #saw franchise #asks #saw trap

[autism-swagger]

also im not into saw but ik u are so top 5 saw traps !!!!!

I'll include which movie they're all from too

Reverse Bear Trap obvi. (Saw I)

Shotgun Collar my beloved. (Saw III)

The Bathroom Trap!! (Saw I)

THE MFING GLASS COFFIN. (Saw V)

The Needle Pit. Makes me full body cringe every time. (Saw II)

Honorable mention to The Angel Trap from Saw III.

#horror tag #og fandom post tag

[ispyspookymansion]

my true and correct ranking is

evil dead - all good

child’s play - mostly good people r to mean to seed it’s fun

final destination 3/4 but 4 is terrible

scream 4/5 and 5 isn’t that bad

saw - mostly good sometimes really great and even the bad ones have their moments

friday - mostly terrible but all extremely enjoyable

nightmare - 3 great movies and new nightmare and like the bad ones are fun

chainsaw - two fantastic movies i can take or leave the rest

psycho - i love 1 & 2 but the rest of them are notverygood

halloween - great opening wild sequel i own season of the witch merch and a dvd copy of h20 but christ alive when it’s bad it’s terrible

write-in last place is alien cuz those first two are without comparison but prometheus is the worst movie i have ever seen

saw should maybe be higher cuz i like her more than scream but if we’re looking at them as a franchise than i think 3D and jigsaw really bring her down cuz they kinda loose what makes those movies work so well i loved finally seeing the reverse bear trap in action tho

also i’d be reeeeally incherested in knowing ur rankings :D we’ve all given our terrible opinions i’d love 2 know urs

sorry this is abt to get so long and just know i dont necessarily believe any of this im saying words recreationally ! and i tried to think abt them as in quality of franchise, but i am obviously human with personal tastes and biases. i generally counted how many movies i gave 3 or more stars on letterboxd to get my numbering. below the cut for my takes!

- saw (8/9 or 88%) my babygirl. my sweet cheese. i can get why some people dont rock with it but writing it off as torture porn is unforgivable both in that its not, or not entirely, and okay so who cares torture those bitches !!!!! saw’s Quality is not consistent, but its premise is and its one of the most interconnected franchises which strengthens it as a series

- child’s play (6/8 or 80%): prefacing by saying this doesnt take the show into account, but the show is a wash for me anyways. child’s play is a perfect mix of funny and scary, both on a movie by movie basis and as a franchise. don mancini sucks at writing a tv show but his consistent hand in the series makes it a good franchise as far as consistency. edit i forgot about the terrible remake um. yeah. eep.

- final destination (4/5 or 80%): 1, 3, 5 are really good, 2 is decent, theyre fun! i rewatch them from time to time i love the concept i love tony todd and i think its impressive that theres really only one stinker (the final destination aka final destination 4 you will never be famous)

- scream (4/5 or 80%) very partial to the original, and i respect a lot of what scream does even in the movies i dont like as much, but the last film + upcoming no sidney lose points for me for sure. the first movie is standout, the rest are pretty consistent even if its at a level far below the first film. i havent seen the tv show

- noes (6/9 or 66%): my beloved <33333 i loooove the first three and i love new nightmare! the quality steadily deteriorates between those though it Is in a fun way most of the time. the atrocious remake damages this a lot for me but it Knows what it is, so you cant fault it for that. i would fight for noes as a favorite above scream and final destination, but its a weaker franchise overall imo

the next three i had a hard time putting in order tbh, but i guess what i’ll say is:

- psycho (3/5 or 60%): i really was surprised by how good the 2nd one is, cannot state that enough. but 3 flopped to me, the bates motel tv movie sucks, and ive heard the remake is horrible. the prequel is alright (it and 3 both get a half mark), though the whole franchise loses ground for the inherent issues with norman’s character. i havent seen the bates motel tv show.

- evil dead (2.5/4 or 63%): look. sorry, but its not for me. i love the first one and i love the remake, but the style of comedy isnt my thing in the two in between. its not BAD in the sense that it is what it set out to be, but i just dont like that thing very much, and i struggle to call it a better Franchise than most due to how varied its parts are. ash williams tboy swag you Will always be beloved tho, and the first one is a real fav of mine

- halloween (7/13 or 53%): the original is very dear to me, i love the weirdass hustle of 3, and i think halloween 2018 was a great start to a disappointing trilogy. the muddied timelines mean the franchise itself is a mess. one great movie does not a good franchise make! i might put this above psycho depending on the day, but the last movie was so atrocious it leaves a very bad taste in the franchise mouth

- friday the 13th (5/12 or 42%): i love campground horror and overall, the quality of f13 as a series is pretty consistent! its just that its pretty consistently bad. i respect the hustle of sending jason to space and manhattan but its not my kind of film

- tcm (3/9 or 33%): only the first two and the 03 remake are really good to me. i dont think people realize there are NINE of these. a lot of the other sequels are decent movies, bad tcm films, so a low ranking as an overall franchise. sorry tcm, your writers dont understand what makes you great!

so um yeah. im pulling for scream or noes to win at this point, but my opinions are clearly not very shared....also these could change at any time i cant stress enough how much even the lowest franchises here are beloved by me, rewatched by me, have posters on my walls, etc etc!!!

#:-) #asks #anons #hfk #kora.txt

[httpghostface]

reverse bear trap my beloved <3

#I just love it sm #I wanna wear one for Halloween :( #PLUS I love the saw franchise <3

[lovesickbrat]

nani my beloved nani <33 (the next time someone says something stupid in your asks/on your posts i'm gonna put them in a saw trap)

🙈💘 everyones goin in the reverse bear trap!

#ask.pdf

[stephanericherthanyou]

Ch376-398

Ch376 Execution, Extinction 2

(Execution, Extinction 1 was in the prev post)

kya kensei~ how cool captain

Ch377: Shout at the Dark

oh yeah this is the fucky part

Ch378: Eyes of the victor

Ch379: Crushing...!

BYAKUYA & KEN-CHAN!!!!! i love them

Ch380: Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil

“a lowly half-shinigami” so does mayuri Know or

nnn mayuri pls

OOOO GOTTEM

Ch381: Words Just Don’t Like You

‘immerse you in terror’ MAYURI!!!! PLS!!!

that last closeup of ichigo’s and byakuya’s faces....i wonder

Ch382: The United Front (Discordeque Mix)

so united front 1 was one of the aizen reveal chaps where i took no specific notes and united front 2 was renji and uryuu setting szayel up in their trap...considering that we were just talking about kyoka suigetsu

oh ken-chan and byakuya are on a full name basis huh...

‘know your place’ byakuya pls....he does say that a lot....

“you’re in the way” BOTH OF U PLS!!!!!! i mentioned i think in the ichigo vs uryuu vs all the hollows fight that i love the “you’re interrupting our fight” thing (well i just went back over the post and it wasn’t then, idk when it was but at some point) but i do. i love it so much.

Ch383: Too Early to Trust

“trusting in someone is the same as depending on them. that is something the weak do. we have no use for it.” i see aizen is also unfamiliar with the conventions of the genre.

Ch384: Can’t Fear Your Own Sword*

oh!! like the LN titles (i keep meaning to read them....shuuhei my beloved) and oh this is a shuuhei chapter so....shuuhei book, shuuhei chapter, nice nice

i mean, tosen is right...hollowfication by choice vs by your mom passing it down to you in the womb is uh. why does that make it worse. like in-universe komamura is right, it’s corruption (in a heavy-handed metaphorical way) but...if, as komamura says, “the corruption i speak of is betraying your friends, allies and even subordinates in an attempt to gain excessive power” (which, fair!) then why did he bring up hollowfication to begin with? i know it’s symbolic but it comes off very awkwardly and with unfortunate implications....plus wanting power is good when ichigo does it right? (who was it who told him to go after it anyway, kenpachi? the kenpachi in his mind? idr ugh)

OH SHUUHEI :’( BABY :’(

“the most important thing for a warrior is not power but a heart that fears battle” ahh and that’s the similarity drawn with kira & shuuhei

also!!! one of the earlier chapters where shuuhei was fighting the fraccion it was about him not having enough fear.....interesting theme

take a shot every time someone gets impaled

Ch385: Vice It

man....tosen and komamura....

Ch386: The Beastial*

ohhhhhh

Ch387: Ignited

HOLY SHIT aizen does not miss any opportunity to be awful

and of course they would forgive him :( tbh now i just want some nice fic of shuuhei & komamura hanging out....tho knowing komamura’s ultimate fate i’m even more :(

Ch388: Eagle Without Wings 2 [Extreme Battlemaster Mix]

so Eagle Without Wings 1 was when byakuya and ken-chan haul everyone back to SS after Orihime gets captured. and the next chapter, Winged Eagles, was tatsuki punching ichigo thru a window. so i guess this is something with....urahara & keigo/mizuiro/tatsuki?

or not, it’s just ichigo v aizen

oh well that’s a sexc kubo panel....also ichigo’s mask remnant is kinda like grimmjow’s in the shot.

ahh ok “a will to fight without hatred is like an eagle without wings. you can’t protect anything with it. your helpless friends serve as nothing more than weights to hold you back” aizen is really fond of those metaphors

“WE will fight and protect YOU” weh yes give him that reversal!!!

Ch389: Winged Eagles 2

“letting you fight alone, now that’s pretty crazy. there’ll be loads of people who won’t be able to control their anger if you go it alone and get killed. don’t bear this burden alone and don’t give me any cheek. this fight belongs to all of us.” WELL SAID SHINJI!!!!

clear eyes full hearts can’t lose

komamuraaaaaaaaa my fave wolf boi

(as an aside oh god who even is my favorite? that’s hard to say behind ichigo)

“all of that ‘protecting the world’ nonsense is nothing more than a grand cause with a nice ring to it. we’re fighting so that we can live, so that you can live, and to protect everyone else from aizen’s grasp” SOI FON!!!

this is such a Great Dialogue chapter kubo i’m

“i can rely on their strength” THAT’S RIGHT ICHIGO!!!! BELIEVE IN UR COMRADES!!! SHONEN POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!!!!

well shunsui your words fall on deaf ears i’m afraid

Ch390: Beyond the Death Understanding

DAMN TELL HIM HITSUGAYA

Ch391: The Blazing Glaciers

“you cast a shadow on the ice” v nice

Ch392: The Breaking Glaciers

yeah even when i know it’s gonna happen it’s just. poor momo hasn’t she been through enough already

Ch393: The Burnout Inferno

and aizen’s lock of hair looks just like the glasses frame in the final panel

Ch394: The Burnout Inferno 2

YAMAJIIII he’s so fucken shredded....my god. i cannot describe the sensation, nearly 400 chapters into this manga about swordfighting and emotions and magic spells drawn on a white background, a shirtless old fire wizard military officer is punching a giant into submission with purely the spiritual power of his fists. i love it here.

Ch395: The Burnout Inferno 3

nnnn yamajii taunting aizen....

Ch396: The Bite

ah yes another ~forbidden technique~

yes yes all according to keikaku

Ch397: Edge of the Silence

well ichigo is legit shocked but it’s also a great reaction face....buddy, don’t worry, you really are a shonen protagonist! aizen just isn’t genre savvy

“did you think that your victories were a result of your efforts” ouch

“--a hollowfied quincy”. damn we had to wait how many years for the end of the sentence? (it was probably something only like 5...this is like 08 09 so yeah, maybe 6)

ok so rangiku had her torso shredded but she’s like, /here/....squints idr if she and isshin actually reunite in the last arc tho...

Ch398: Back from Blind

“i don’t know how to ask about it. i don’t know a good way to ask about it without trampling on your feelings” (and the rukia flashback that’s from....the memories in the rain sequence? note to self check this)

but, callbacks aside....yeah. yknow when you learn the family secrets and don’t know how to talk about them and never really do after it’s too late and i just ugh :(((( tho i guess this is the kind of secret that....idk. doesn’t quite hurt the same.

interesting that gin would bring out bankai...

#well i'm stopping before deicide no way i can get through all those #richer rereads bleach #long post #text post #bleach

[abellinthecupboard]

Serpent, Witness, Cinematographer

And now it is the serpent's turn. —Frank O'Hara Self-consciousness is theater. —Mary Ruefle He inched inside the almost-closed sliding door and glided across the kitchen floor—six to seven feet long, maybe more, and black as a hole in a hole. “There's a mouse in here somewhere,” he said with a tongue that forked the air. Baby dreamed down the hall of milk-white clouds and singing bears. Mouse stood still beneath the crib and nibbled crumbs. What did he hear as he feasted there in the peace of the house? Unctuous scales on polished tiles? Distant drone of neighbor's mower? Sough of waves in sound machine? What to fear save the silence, snake belied with double-tongue and belly tred, risk and hunger, peace and danger? Calm inhered in the hush he kept as his only cover, while all the world plotted to alarm in the cry of a gull, boom of a jet, honk of a truck. If baby wakes, then mouse escapes into the wall and snake is trapped at the end of the hall. So, everything moved in this repose like a dream that was real inside a dream the witness called This Afternoon, A Matinee. Serpent slid as the artist watched behind the lens; moved herself like a Möbius strip with seamless edge from fear to reason, snake to text: I'm fucked for watching him like sex, which he is, he is, if he ends in the way he always does with a little death but also more if I just look, then close my eyes. Since this was also now a film with the viewer—me—watching himself watching it, turning the white linoleum floor into a screen on which these scenes were cast in my mind as well, I felt compelled to flirt with her, the cinema- tographer, beloved form, internal paramour, me, but also her, that multitude of two we need to see all things. I put my lips to her ear and whispered, “The slow, inexorable way his body moves fires your brain to wit as you stand and sit, passing faster now than the stallion ever could in the cinema of self-consciousness.” “What bliss,” she said, “when lens and eye coalesce with a chill as cold as the blood of snake, poet, porno- grapher. I see the union of gizmos and names in his eternal body— from rope and fork to every gauge of electric wire. I see the imple- ment and word as one. I see his cuneiform and hieroglyphs in the dust of every age. I hear music in the pit of my acoustic head—a slow diminuendo for strings and drums. I would kiss you now if your lips weren't mine. I would call you my soul, then write to you in the present as if it were the past: I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning.” Baby sighed when snake attached beneath the crib, turned his head and kicked a leg, but stayed asleep. “Snakes can't move in reverse,” you said, “but when they do egress in scoots and whips, they speak beneath their long soft breath: 'Stillness is prayer. Stillness is peace. Silence balances there.'” You waved like Eurydice at the door that was also my head. “Did you see, my dear?” you asked, then dis- appeared into the dark. “What?” Where now to look? And then your voice in your absence said, “This is what the present did. Get it down in your sacred book. Sing with the power to stir the trees. The genius of snakes lies in their ear for the rustle of feet, hum of mind, which their beauty follows.”

— Chard deNiord, Interstate (2015)

#Serpent Witness Cinematographer #Interstate #Chard deNiord #poetry #literature #writing

[hwc-licensetokill]

#mmmmmmmmm #yeah #so #anyway #amanda young #saw 2004 #saw #fanart #reverse bear trap #my beloved #art? #art #my art #sketchbook #(i know that saw fanart probably isnt what you had in mind tater #but take it or leave it) #(kidding) #(løv you) #saw fanart

[thunderdomes-s]

Amanda my beloved

#saw #saw movies #amanda young #jigsaw #reverse bear trap #amanda my beloved #sawedit #saw fanart #benny worm makes art

[shittysawtraps]

alright, fine, we’ll use the reverse bear trap again

#saw franchise #jigsaw #shitty saw traps #reverse bear trap #john kramer #amanda young #adam stanheight #mark hoffman #lawrence gordon #just kidding reverse bear trap my beloved

[reginarubie]

There is a knight named Sandoq the Shadow who is described as similar to Sandor. Sandoq the Shadow was sworn shield to Lady Larra of Lys. People think that it's foreshadowing for Sansan when they ignore the fact that Lady Larra was married to a Targ. Same way Joffery Dogget is compare to Sandor and fans think that him being sworn to Alysanne is foreshadowing for Sansan. Again they ignore that Alysanne married her brother who was a Targ.

Hello anon!,

As stated before, I haven't really been abroad the whole sansan ship, so I know very little about it save for my own opinion of it, but I think you are right, if they are using these supposed couples to base off their ship they chose to use bases which rest on quicksand for sure.

I already replied to an ask about Joffrey Dogett and why he and the Hound do not parallel each other, but actually are doing an inverse journey (in this ask: red decoded?, part II — as I believe that Dogett, also known as the Red Dog of the hills represents positively coded red while the Hound represents negatively coded red); to quickly resume, I believe they're doing the inverse journey because we have:

Joffrey Dogett:

religious knight, captain of the Warrior's Sons ➡️ outlawed who led guerrilla against Maegor the Cruel ➡️ loyal sworn shield to Jaehaerys Targaryen and Alysanne Targaryen

Sandor Clegane:

sworn shield of prince Joffrey B. ➡️ disloyal ("Fuck the king") member of the kingsguard of Joffrey B. ➡️ possible novice of the Quiet Isle's monastery

Pertaining these foreshadow they seem to find in ser Joffrey D. and Alysanne T. and Sandoq the Shadow and Lady Larra of Lys let's first see if Sansa fits with either lady (an exercise of futility, I know, but humour me):

Queen Alysanne Targaryen: known as good queen Alysanne, married her older brother, Jaehaerys Targaryen in secret on Dragonstone (though they did not consummate the marriage immediately); as a girl she's described as bright and pretty, courteous and biddable, she was gentle, kind and loving and was a proud lady at thirteen, though she was almost never wilful or stubborn. She loved her subjects and was beloved in return (If I ever am queen, I'll make them love me — Sansa Stark), she had a pleasing voice, loved her women's courts, music, dancing, reading and flying on her dragon. She was renown for her charities.

Sansa is that you in disguise?

Larra Rogare: considered a great beauty, tall and willowy. In KL she worshipped several Gods which were not the Seven (kind of like Sansa praying not only to the Seven of her mother's faith but to the Old Gods of House Stark and the North), Larra loved music and the music played by Sandoq made her always cry. Some said that she could transform into a cat (Sansa transformed into a wolf with bat-like wings and flew away from the Red Keep to the rumours). She was trapped in Maegor's Holdfast. Never having felt like belonging in KL, she returned to Lys her home and her husband became stern because of her absence (as their marriage had been one of love). Also, Larra was accompanied in KL by three brothers (Sansa has three brothers)

Sansa, Sansa, why do you keep popping up everywhere, dearie?

Now, onto the men in question, I've already stated that Joffrey D., has little of Sandor Clegane unless we count their reversal paths from one another. What more, Sansa was perpetually afraid of the Hound and romanticised the protection he offered her (common decency I say, but I digress) to comfort herself. It is not in the Hound that she draws comfort, but in the romantic idea itself (as I've previously stated when replying about the so called unkiss, here).

What more, Joffrey D. and lady Alysanne were not romantically involved with one another. Same with Sandoq the Shadow (who does bear a resemblance with the Hound, with his disfigured face) but who, again seems to be the opposite of the Hound who disregard anything which is not killing, as Sandoq despite being an incredible warrior, and an illiterate had a gift for music; and lady Larra.

Especially if we take into consideration that these ladies of whom Joffrey D. and Sandoq the Shadow were protectors (said to have protected their husbands — Joffrey D. was sworn to Jaehaerys and Sandoq protected Viserys and Aegon III) actually married for love!, with Targs!

Alysanne married her older brother Jaehaerys Targaryen: Jaehaerys was not the firstborn either, as he was the third son, of Aenys Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon. He was known to be graceful and lean (remind you of anyone?, why in Bran I, AGOT, Jon is described exactly this way). He married Alysanne on Dragonstone in secret when he discovered his mother was thinking of betrothing her to someone else (well, well...reminds you of anyone else being petty over the possible betrothed of their "sister"?). He was known to be a great fighter and diplomat (again Jon, why ya here?, I am talking about Jaehaerys the Conciliator). Jaehaerys sat quietly and silent until Maegor had isolated himself and staked his claim when the various factions had abandoned his uncle (*cough cough* aunt!, "I am the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and of all Valyria before them" — Daenerys T. *cough cough*) ascending to the Iron throne. Also, do you know at which age he ascended? 14! (yeah Jon, we know you are 14 when AGOT begins).

Anyway Alysanne discovers she is to betrothed to... (you are going to laugh at this one) Orryn Baratheon! (Joffrey Baratheon anyone? No?) and Jaehaerys organises a wedding on Dragostone where they flee; though he does consummate the wedding because Alysanne was still too young. When Rogar Baratheon the king's Hand and step-father of the king declared them not married the kingsguard made a wall between him and the king and queen shielding them and defending them.

Anyway, do you know somebody else who is regarded by someone (*cough cough* Sansa *cough cough*) as her older brother but is actually a little brother, a third child? Jon!, we get it, okay? We do.

Larra married Viserys Targaryen: Viserys, younger brother to Aegon III Targaryen (have I mention that Jaehaerys oldest brother was named Aegon as well?, haven't I?, my bad) disappeared during the Dance of Dragons and disguised himself as a commoner (yeah we know Jon is disguised as a Snow to save his life) and he ends up in Lys where after his first steward dies he ends up in the Rogare family. There he meets Larra Rogare and marries her, she accompanies him to KL and they face serious, difficult situations together, she gives him several children before returning home to Lys as she always felt unwelcome in KL. He ascended after the death of his nephew but ruled only for a year because he died suddenly. It is believed that Viserys had it in him to be another Jaehaerys the Wise, as he was just as wise and shrewd (yeah, yeah, we know Jon is wise and shrewd). At the time they rumoured he had been killed (poisoned) by his successor.

Jon!, again, stop popping up everywhere!

So yes, sorry for the sarcastic tone of this reply, sometimes I get sassy 🤷🏼‍♀️, I hope I have not offended you.

Anyhow, the point is exactly this: Sansa has several hints toward both ladies (Alysanne and Larra) as Jon does with their husbands (Jaehaerys and Viserys) while their guards (Joffrey D. and Sandoq) are if apparently similar to the Hound, very very different from him; and even if they were similar to him, they did not have any kind of romantic involvement with either Alysanne or Larra. So, I believe the Sansan logic to apply Sansa/Sandor to these examples is a bit moot, and at the very best might foreshadow the Hound becoming part of the Stark battle guard (though as I've already said in the red decoded part II post, he has already had his turn as sworn shield to a ruler; I see more him leaving the monastery to lead a guerrilla against Dany or Aegon forces to be clear, as Joffrey D. did; or ending up North defending the Starks as Sandoq defended Larra and her husband and his brother) but not any kind of romantic involvement, imo!

I hope you enjoyed the read!, and thank you again for the ask! I wish you a very nice day!

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