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fandom-wreck-9000 · 1 year

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Welcome home my Darling new neighbor (Wally Darling x Male reader) Yandere Fic

A/N: for future chapters I might add the tag Dead dove do not eat cause this does eventually get really dark in future chapters.

CW: Scopophobia, stalking, badly written panic attack, obsessive behavior, mentions of limbs being cut off and kidnapping.

Chapter 3: Stuck

It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been kidnapped by Wally Darling, and ever since you’ve gotten full control of your new body a few days ago you’ve been trying to escape, or knock him out to try and escape. But every attempt seemed to be thwarted, either by a floorboard suddenly becoming loose, your legs becoming wobbly again somehow, windows you tried to open and escape from slammed shut on their own, or Wally somehow catching you leading you to be in his bone-crushing hold again. And each time it lead to you either being near him in the house the rest of the day or being stuck in that bed again with him staring at you with those black voids… You’ve tried everything to get out of this house out of his reach and grasp but nothing worked absolutely nothing worked… even today your pitiful escape attempt failed as you were now sitting in his lap while he sat on the couch, with his head resting on your shoulder arms around your waist as he stared at you from the corner of his eyes.

“My darling why do you keep trying to escape?” He spoke as he buried his head in your neck, even though you could no longer throw up you still felt the feeling of bile coming up to your mouth as he did the affectionate gesture which made you feel less than loved… “Cause I want to go home…” You spoke in a frightened whisper, his hold on you tightened after you said that. “But you are home… you are safe with me in home… there is no need to be so scared and skittish.” he said his voice showing some anger, you were about to speak again but he beat you to it. “I have shown you nothing but kindness and love and yet you're still so scared there's no need to be… Just be happy and show me that adoring smile…” He spoke so softly so sweetly, yet anger was present in his voice which you could tell was growing, was he… Was he Losing his patience with you? “I just want to see that adoring smile of yours again but these past few days you’ve denied me it, and I’m starting to get really annoyed… what do I have to do to see that smile again?” he said his grip getting tighter, what the fuck was wrong with him why did he think you would be all sunshine and rainbows after he kidnapped you and taken you away from everything and everyone you loved…

Words were caught in your throat you didn’t know what to say, who knew such a cute puppet could be so… Deranged, you could feel his stare at you like every other time. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know if you could smile in this new form or if your overwhelming fear would even let you but you didn’t want to know if you angered him any more than you already have… You just sat still in his lap as he held you, his anger practically radiating off of him…. You felt one of his arms come off of your waist and his hand tightly gripping your chin, forcing you to turn your head towards his face, where you saw his black eyes that looked like empty voids of pure anger. It was like staring into an abyss, eyes filled with empty nothingness that seemed to hold only endless anger; it was frightening, to say the least. “I have been patient and kind but every day you try to escape and every day I see you get more frightened and it’s getting harder to not get completely angry and not use the other options.” He spoke voice filled with rage, what did he mean by ‘other options’?

That question was never answered as he still forced you to stare into his eyes, your eyes filled with tears as you got more frightened every second he stared at you, your breathing became quick and you were starting to panic. You were scared… He stared into your eyes for a few more seconds before letting go of your face and allowing you to turn your head away from him as tears started to run down your face your breath heavy and quick as you tried to calm yourself down. “But Frank did say that you would be scared in a new environment after being taken away from one they were used to, of course I had to ask him why you were still so scared in a non-conspicuous way!” He said his voice back to being happy and smooth, but you could hear the anger lingering in his voice. You shook in his arms still trying to calm down, he picked you up and placed you down on the couch, his eyes still empty voids of anger. “I have to go again be good and don’t escape or I might resort to the other options… I love you darling” He said as blew a kiss goodbye to you before leaving the house, as soon as he did you got up and walked back to the room where you almost always were. You walked into it slowly closing the door behind you, when you reached the bed you sat down, and when you did your breath quickened again and tears began to pour out of your eyes as you broke down sobbing.

Your lungs felt suffocated as you breathed quickly, your body shook with every sob that came out of your mouth. Tears streamed down your felt cheeks staining them. [how did this happen? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN? What did I ever do to deserve this?] You thought as you continued to break down in fear, panic, and sadness. You wanted out, you wanted away from that sick puppet that was tormenting you. What did he mean by ‘other options’? That thought rang in your head as an echo. What did he have planned what other options did he have in mind to make you behave? Was he gonna chain you to this room? To this bed? Was he gonna cut off your stuffed limbs so that you stayed put and couldn’t move without his help? Was he gonna lock you into a dark room till you submitted and stopped fighting? What the fuck were the other options, you frankly didn’t want to know cause the thought of whatever he had planned scared you to where you felt like vomiting… You couldn’t stop panicking and so you tried to wrap your arms around yourself, but as soon as you did it reminded you of his tight grasp so you just opted to grab at your hair as you broke down. Curling up into a ball you tried to calm yourself down, not wanting him to come home to see you like this and get angrier. It took hours for you to just calm down cause everything in the house and about it reminded you of him, him and his abyssal eyes, and his deceiving smile.

How could such an adorable puppet be so cruel and evil? You laid back on your bed tired after the panic attack you just had, tears still rained down your face but not as much as before… You wanted home you wanted this nightmare to end, you grabbed a pillow and hugged it cuddling around it imagining it was someone you trusted and loved. You closed your eyes, clinging to the pillow as you drifted off to sleep wanting nothing more than to go back home. Away from him… You wanted home…

Wally walked to the woods, he had seen your breakdown unknown to your knowledge he was mad to say the least but like Frank said ‘pets take some time to get used to a new environment after they been taken away from everything they’ve ever known’. Of course Wally didn’t see you as a pet but like he said he had to ask in a non-conspicuous way, Wally saw you more as his boyfriend and his future husband and already had the wedding day imagined perfectly in his head to every last detail. From the suits, you two would wear to where exactly the venue would be, yes some... Would say this was obsessive behavior and a far reach from the current state of mind you had, but he knew one day you would fall for him and his charms and you would show him that adoring smile he fell in love with at first sight.

Wally was willing to do anything to see that smile and for you to stop trying to escape him, he had plans for if you continued this game but it seemed for now you had come to realize you can’t escape from him or escape out of Home. Speaking about one of his best friends, Home was so helpful with keeping you inside and making sure you didn’t escape. He was glad that his best friend was helping him with you, Wally couldn’t wait for you to finally calm down and become happy cause he really wanted to show you to his friends, so that his vision of your wedding could happen with all his friends. He got so lost in the thought of you and you finally being happy that he didn’t see his friends Until his other best friend Barnaby grabbed his collar. “Whoa, there buddy is your head in the clouds or something?” The tall blue dog puppet spoke as it picked up Wally by the back of his collar, Wally flushed up realizing he completely ignored his friends by accident. You see Wally had planned a picnic with his friends today, and that's why he had to leave the house. “Oh sorry Barnaby my head was lost in the clouds!” He chuckled embarrassed as Barnaby placed him down and walked back to where the others were.

Wally saw his other friends Frank, Eddie, Poppy, and Julie all talking and laughing until they saw Wally and Barnaby to which they all said hello and waved at them, Wally waved back with a smile on his face. “Sorry I didn’t realize I passed you guys my head was stuck in the clouds!” He said apologetically. “It’s okay Wally! What were you thinking about?” Julie asked excitedly her voice filled with enthusiasm, Wally thought about what to say exactly since he didn’t want to give away your existence but he also wanted to tell his friends about you and how beautiful and handsome you were. “Well, I was just thinking about… Uh, a new painting!” He said smiling, everyone seemed really interested since they all loved his paintings and drawings. “Really what were you thinking about painting?” Asked Eddie.“You know an apple maybe a butterfly maybe both!” Wally said smiling, glad they weren’t taking suspicion in him. “What about your new pet you asked me about yesterday?” Frank said, Wally slightly tensed he was glad he asked Frank but also regretted it cause he knew Frank would do this… Hopefully, the Butterfly loving person didn’t question any more than he should… “yeah I should! That’s a good idea!” Wally said so he didn’t draw any suspicion, it seemed as if everyone was confused… Wally has a pet? “You have a pet what type? It is a dog, a cat, or a fish?” asked Poppy, Wally realized his mistake about bringing up a pet… now he had to think of what type of pet he would have. “Oh uhm… It’s a… It’s a dog!” He said smiling happily, Julie and Barnaby seemed to be ecstatic about it asking many questions about the fake animal which wally answered and kept the information he made up about it stored in his head so he could make the painting he told them he was planning to make. Though Wally was now getting suspicious of Frank cause Frank seemed like he didn’t truly believe Wally, Wally brushed it off for now knowing Frank wouldn’t dig any deeper… Would he?

After the bombard of questions Julie and Barnaby relaxed again and started to talk about normal neighborly things while Wally’s mind was stuck on the thought of you as he talked to them, he couldn’t wait to go home and see your sleeping form or your pretty eyes as you stared at him when he walked into the bedroom with you awake. He just hoped you weren’t trying to escape again and that Home was making sure you weren’t leaving anytime soon. You were stuck with him, you were stuck forever in Home, you were stuck in this realm with him. You were stuck and destined to soon fall in love with him, you were stuck….

And he couldn’t be happier!

Although he kept in mind that he had to keep an eye on Frank in order to keep you and make sure you’re not gonna escape, for Frank was getting too suspicious… But little did he know… He should also keep an eye on Barnaby.

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rachaelswrites · 2 years

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Enemy Number One

Tommyinnit x Streamer!reader

MCC on a different team than Tommy doesn’t go to plan

Word Count: 899

A/N: This is my first fic for Tommy/mcyt so I hope you like it (and please request for them)

Warnings: Language (lots of it)

For this MCC, you and Tommy were on seperate teams. Scott decided that since you two went public with your relationship, he didn’t want anyone to have to deal with both of you on one team so he split you up. You two had been on the same team in the past so neither of you were upset at not being together for the tournament.

You were on Yellow Yaks with Wilbur, Phil, and Shelby and you guys were third with only two more games left. If your team did well enough, you could make it to the top two and play in Dodgebolt.

“I think it might be hole in the wall,” Phil said as you all watched the chickens move about the voting arena.

“Nooo,” you whined, “I want to get to the other side. It’s more fun.”

“But we’re better at hole in the wall,” Phil countered, “It’ll put us in a better lead for the last game.”

“Or, we can save it for the last game and pop off,” you suggested.

You watched as the in-game chat started counting the chickens and then the chosen game flashed up on the screen, “Yes!” you yelled, startling everyone, “Okay okay, just remember on the building ones to build up high first and then bridge. You’re less likely to get knocked off that way.”

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You were halfway done with the game and you were sitting in the top ten. The past three rounds, you had gotten knocked off and your chat had informed you that it had been Tommy each time.

“Chat, does he have it out for me or what?” you asked, reading through all the messages saying it was Tommy who kept knocking you off, “Listen, we had an agreement we wouldn’t go easy on each other but I didn’t think I would have to tell him to not fucking target me. If he does it again, I’ll kill him.”

You umnuted on Discord and explained to your team what was happening, “Tommy is being a dick,” you said, “He keeps knocking me off. Chat is saying he’s purposely targeting me.”

Phil laughed at your complaint, “I’m not surprised.”

“Philza Minecraft. He is the reason we are losing. You should be more upset,” you said, pouting.

“Y/s/n just punch him back,” Will said.

“You know I don’t need an excuse to do that,” you said as the next round started. It was a building one so you built a pillar and started bridging across the platforms. From the corner of your screen, you saw the familiar pixels of Tommy’s skin coming closer to you.

“Oh no you don’t you bastard,” you mumbled under your breath. You tried to move away from him but it was too late. You tried to fight him off once he got close but it didn’t work. You got knocked off into the void.

“Tommyinnit you fucking dickhead prick!” you screamed, way louder than you anticipated, “I know where you fucking live and I will fucking murder you.”

“Everything okay over there?” Phil asked in the moment of silence that followed your rant.

��Does it sound like everything is okay? No Tommy fucking hit me off again. I need to go yell at him. I swear to god I’m going to commit murder or arson or both.”

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You managed to keep your cool for the rest of the two rounds but as soon as you got back to the main lobby, you grabbed your phone and called Tommy.

“Tommy fucking innit. What the fuck? You kept hitting me off. Each round. Six times in a row. What the fuck!” you screamed through the phone.

Tommy had to quickly mute on discord so no one else on his team heard your angry rant. He tried hard not to laugh as you were yelling but he let a chuckle slip.

“Are you laughing at me?” you asked him.

“Well technically yes but also no,” he said, trying to cover himself.

“What does that mean?”

He changed subjects, trying to get the heat off of him, “Are you really upset with me over the game?”

“Not really but don’t you dare target me again like that,” you threatened, “Or I’ll make you come to America to visit. I won’t come to Brighton anymore.”

“Okay okay I won’t,” he said, holding his hands up in defense.

“And you also have to win me a stuffed animal from the arcade,” you added.

“Fine,” he replied, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be,” you grumbled, saying goodbye before hanging up on him, “I’ll murder him chat,” you said to your viewers, “Unless he does win me that stuffed sloth I wanted. Then he’s forgiven.”

Of course, everyone knew you weren’t actually that mad at him and you were just overreacting for the content. Yours and Tommy’s fans know that you wouldn’t let a video game competition break you up or cause an argument.

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In the end, your team finished third behind Purple Pandas and Tommy’s team, the Red Rabbits. For Dodgebolt, you immediately got the red foam finger and cheered for his team.

His team didn’t end up winning so you had to take the chance to bully him a little on Twitter before you two called and you made sure to tell him how great he did and how proud of him you were, which he returned.

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aziraphales-library · 10 months

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Hello, hello! I was wondering if you could help with recommending fics that include dancing! I have read a few fics already and I love them, but I couldn’t seem to find anymore. The ones I read involves Aziraphale and Crowley not ‘dancing’ per se, but more so swaying together in a really fluffy way. If you could find more like that, I would be so grateful!

Thank you for reading, and have an amazing day/evening/night!

Hi hi! We have a #dancing tag that you will want to check out. Here are some more slow dancing fics...

Dance With Me Angel by Justanothernerdsstuff (G)

“Dance? Really Crowley? We are in the middle of the street,” Aziraphale flustered, wanting to say yes, but shocked that Crowley even asked.

“And there is music playing,” He gestured to the violinist, playing a slow song. “We should give them someone to play for,” He stopped, and Aziraphale did the same. Crowley bowed again, more dramatically this time. “So would you please, dance with me angel?” *** After dining at The Ritz, Crowley asks Aziraphale to dance.

Moon-Landing by TeaCub90 (G)

... Staring upwards as if the satellite above their heads has poisoned him somehow; as if Aziraphale took a small slice of it for himself once upon a time, a small rock smuggled away in his pocket, and found it weighing him down like heavy lead. A picnic, and a chat about the moon.

Everytime We Touch by tickety_boo_22 (G)

After being free from Heaven and Hell, Crowley gets tired of Aziraphale looking over his shoulders for danger, and tries to walk away. After being faced with Crowley's feelings about their relationship, Aziraphale becomes determined to set things right. Luckily, both entities get asked to be part of Anathema and Newt's wedding.

i'll never be lonely by john1513 (M)

Aziraphale summons a demon to his bookshop to demand (*politely ask) a little favor of him. Was it a great idea to summon a literal demon from hell to be your friend for a bit? Maybe not. But Aziraphale has been a bit lonely lately, and he's tried everything, really. Turns out the demon he calls is less Demon and more Grumpy, Cuddly Man, but, hey. He's not complaining.

Aziraphale sells his soul in exchange for friendship, and gets more than he bargained for.

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by prongsredconvers (G)

“I’m not angry, Aziraphale” Crowley interrupted him, his tone somewhere between a sigh and a mumble “I was never angry at you. I just don’t want to have dinner with you” “But if you are not angry, then why?” Crowley slowly rocked on his feet. “Because I’m tired, angel” Aziraphale stared at him. There wasn’t irritation in his voice. Nor anger. It sounded void, emotionless. Maybe a little resigned. “Tired of what?” “Of everything” the demon replied

Or: After a fight, Aziraphale understands how much he's really hurt Crowley and tries hard to fix it. Also, Crowley finally takes care of himself.

Heart Shaped Bruises by ivoryline (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale have been hanging around the same pub since the eighties. At some point, they seem to have fallen in love.

Every Thursday at around 6 p.m., give or take a quarter hour, Crowley finds himself at a little shithole pub called Garden’s Gate. Aziraphale is also there around that time, but that’s not why Crowley goes. He couldn’t care less what Aziraphale does. No, he goes there because he’s been parking his arse in the same spot since the eighties and he thinks he might have a coronary if his boots were to ever grace another establishment’s disgusting carpet. The barkeep knows him, and probably hates him, which suits Crowley perfectly.

- Mod D

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agent-calivide · 5 months

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So- normally this blog is exclusively for IEYTD content- but I think I'm gonna shift to just be my interests, because there is one thing that I'm absolutely feral about and desperately need to scream into the void over.

Discussion surrounding the 2004 film Barbie Princess and the Pauper makes me irrationally angry.

Barbie’s Princess and the Pauper is a surprisingly decent film for being made purely to shill doll, with music that's absolutely gorgeous and a story that's a bit less dark than the original novel it's parodying.

A brief summary for those who don’t know- though if my YouTube recommended’s anything to go by Barbie is taking over the collective hivemind of nostalgia at the moment- Barbie Princess and the Pauper is the story of two young women, Anneliese and Erica, living two completely separate lives, one being a princess and one being a pauper. The twist, however, is that they were completely identical, save for their hair and a shockingly relevant birthmark for only being mentioned twice.

Erica is a poor seamstress who’s worked like a dog by her wicked boss, Madame Carp, trying to pay off her parent’s debts so she can pursue life as a singer. Truly, the best rep for anyone who’s suffered through retail with a shitty boss. Annelise meanwhile, is a princess who spends her days being lavishly spoiled as a princess typically would, but she doesn’t want to be spoiled. On the contrary, she would rather spend her day studying than getting her feet massaged and faffing about. At least- that’s what the song “I am a girl like you” and most of the fandom would have you believe.

In the song “I am a girl like you", we start with Annelise and Erica meeting, Annelise saying that she’s not looking forward to marrying this king and Erica responding with “At least you’re not an indentured servant”. Annelise asks for elaboration, and the song starts. Erica talks about how her mornings start with paying her boss money for a hot breakfast, then having to get up, walk a mile through cold, wet roads just to get the eggs for breakfast and then come back when all she wants to do is sleep in. Once again, relatable. She then looks at Annelise and asks her how her morning starts. Annelise pauses, and is visibly bashful, clearly hesitant to share, but Erica asks her to go on. Then, Annelise tells Erica that if she wants eggs she rings a bell and her maid runs in with breakfast and cookies, and while she eats she gets a foot rub and has live music being played for her, but she doesn’t want to be spoiled and doted on, she wants to be in the library!

If this was the beginning and ending of Annelise’s characterization? I’d get it. If Erica thought Annelise was spoiled, I’d get it. But she doesn’t. On the contrary, Erica hears this rich girl complaining about how she doesn’t like her life but is aware of how good she has it, and chooses to reach out. To say “hey, I can relate to that." “There’s somewhere else we’d rather be, somewhere that’s our, somewhere that dreams come true” If anything, this is a testament to Erica’s empathy, her kindness, and her ability to put herself in someone else’s shoes even when they objectively have it better. Throughout this song Erica will talk about work and Annelise will talk about the lighthearted fun parts of being a princess, but will casually mention how she’s in a position that she doesn’t want. Erica has to walk through the mud every morning for breakfast, Annelise gets it served literally on a silver platter, Erica has to make dresses, Annelise gets to dance around in frilly dresses. But Annelise also mentions that she’d rather be in the library and get to marry who she chooses, not be betrothed for the sake of her kingdom, more on that in a minute.

And time and time again, I see people talk about how Annelise is tone deaf, how she’s complaining about what is, objectively, a better situation. But honestly, I find this stance to be major character assassination, and is one that I’m seeing more and more frequently in regards to Annelise and most other “rich” characters quite frankly. Now, normally I don’t mind opinions like “this character is spoiled and should have more development than just crappy parents” or “it’s bad that they rushed this antagonistic character’s ark so they can have them for the series finale” I think that argument works just fine on the spoiled rich girl archetype, like Pacifica Northwest and Sasha Waybright, but I see a lot of people slapping that sticker onto any character that grew up wealthy regardless if they were an antagonist or not.

I get not liking a character if they’re antagonistic, or relating better to a character who had to work for everything they had. Most of us didn’t grow up as princesses in fancy castles and have been stuck with horrible bosses. I understand why people relate to Erica more, especially as someone who worked at a fabric shop with a crappy manager. But on more than one occasion I’ve seen people take the stance that Annelise’s part in the song “just like you” is insensitive and Erica should’ve shouted at Annelise, reminded her of her privilege, “laid the verbal smackdown on her and show her how hard it was being a peasant” before quickly following it up with a “I was just kidding!” when anyone calls out that Annelise isn’t a one dimensional privileged white girl. And if that was the only context we got of Annelise, I’d understand where it came from.

But if we look at Annelise throughout the course of the whole movie, that’s not true at all, quite the opposite. Our first scene we get of Annelise is her, getting fitted for a wedding gown to marry a man she doesn’t want to be with while a servant is fretting over her schedule for the day. That doesn’t sound like the typical Disney princess who gets to spend her days doing whatever she wants post-coronation. This is an actual princess, with real responsibilities. She has to give speeches, attend meetings, speak with upper class societies, and all she wants, the first thing she says in the introduction song “Free”, is “all my life I’ve always wanted to have one day just for me, nothing to do and for once nowhere I need to be”.

While she is bemoaning to herself, she’s not exactly fighting her scheduler on this either. She doesn’t complain, she doesn’t fight back, no quips or whining or witty banter, she simply accepts that she has to do what is told and dreams of a world where she doesn’t have to do all that. And that’s the big point that I see a lot of people ignoring. She is absolutely busting her ass every day, in and out, doing as told and not getting a second to breathe.

Let’s look at the one day we see that is truly just Annelise in her environment. She is getting a fitting for a wedding dress to marry some king while the royal scheduler tells her she has to give a speech at the Historical Society, then has to rush over to a Horticultural Society Tea, then has Math lessons, Geography lessons, and presumably much more after if we’re basing it off the massive to-do list of parchment we see. As someone who survived the public education system, the thought of giving a speech, going to a high pressure lunch that’s basically a work meeting, then having to do a full day of school after that makes me want to simply wither away and cry. She’s not sitting around, looking pretty and riding horses all day. She has responsibilities, duties, commitments to her mother and her kingdom.

We then cut to Erica, who shares much of the same sentiment. “All my life I’ve always wanted to have one day for myself, not waking up with a pile of work on every shelf” before singing about all the work she has to do as a low-class seamstress. This is what we’d expect from the pauper side of things. Erica works hard to earn a living at a small seamstress shop and wishes she could be doing something more with her life. This is when Madame Carp walks in and we see a glint of Erica’s personality. She’s spunky, she talks back, she calls Madame Carp’s dress shop a debtor’s prison to her face and argues about her parent’s debts. While she is committed to paying back her parent’s debts, she’s not taking it lying down, and that is a fundamental difference between Annelise and Erica.

While Erica will see a problem and call out that it really sucks, Annelise will look at a problem and simply accept that she has to fix it with little more than a comment to herself. Both of these girls are dreaming about freedom, but Erica is fighting for her freedom while to Annelise, it’s little more than a fantasy.

And that includes the freedom to marry whom she chooses. And this is when we see just how far Annelise will go to please her mother, as she looks out and sees the love of her life, her tutor, Julian. Julian is implied to be a good friend who’s been her teacher for a long while, and he feeds her passions. He teaches her, he encourages her to learn, he is one of the few people in her life who feels joy in Annelise’s happiness. Because, truly, when we see the way she interacts with the other servants and maids, she doesn’t have many friends. She doesn’t have anyone to talk to about her grievances, her lack of freedom, any of it. All she has is Julian, and she likely will lose him in the marriage to King Dominick. He's already calling her "your highness" like an authority figure rather and Annelise, his friend, and she hasn't even met the king yet.

She can’t even have her fantasy to marry Julian, as it’s quickly interrupted by her mother cutting her off and saying “I’m so sorry my darling, but as you know, it is vital you marry king Dominick. It is the only way to take care of our people”. And Annelise just accepts this. She just goes “yeah, I know, I have to do this for the kingdom” and pushes her fantasies away. And the very next line is Annelise talking about how she knows she’s lucky, she knows she’s privileged to have all of this nice stuff, this nice life, but is quickly realizing that every present comes with strings. While she may get to have a lavish life, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

We then see Erica, who’s talking about how while she doesn’t have nice things, she has spirit, determination, and she will achieve her dreams no matter what. This song truly establishes just how different the girls are, specifically in regards to their challenges and the obstacles they encounter. Erica, though currently trapped by her parents' debts at Madam Carp’s, has a fire, a will, a determination. She, though in debt as a pauper, isn’t willing to give up on her goal and aspirations of being a professional singer.

Annelise meanwhile, could have resources. She could reach out and get help, or run away with Julian, or do something to get out of her situation, but she refuses to. She can’t get past this mental barrier of duty and responsibility, and even while downright miserable, she won’t complain and won’t voice her needs. But the kicker is truly in the bridge of Free. Erica says “Soon I will forever be free” while Annelise says “Now I fear I’ll never be free” Erica is damn near counting the days, she’s looking at freedom as an inevitability, something that she will be getting soon. Annelise knows and accepts that freedom simply isn’t in the cards for her. In the end, both girls dream of leaving their situations, but they both decide to stay in their respective positions for the good of those around them. They both are committed to their duties, but Erica’s duty will hopefully finish in the near future, while Annelise’s duty is her entire life.

Later in the film, Erica takes Annelise’s place at the castle as Annelise has been kidnapped by Priminger and Julian needs someone to pretend to be the princess so the king doesn’t leave. In “To be a princess” he proceeds to educate Erica on a lot of aspects of being a princess. This pertains but is not limited to: be charming but detached and yet amused, do keep a grip and never crack, always look your best, never get to rest, never show dismay, be there when people call, and never show a thing you feel inside. With lessons like that, it’s no wonder that Annelise feels an absolute commitment to being a princess and never has a day to herself. Everything and everyone around her, including her best friend, says that she’s not allowed to feel, to breathe, to relax. She always has to be alert, aware, she has to have a thought and a response for every single possible comment and retort. And when Erica’s taught all this, it’s painted as overwhelming to learn, but imagine that being every day of your life for every week of every month of every year. That sounds absolutely crushing. Erica at least gets to let off some steam. She snaps at Madame Carp, she jokes with Bertie, she sneaks out to town square and sings. She has outlets away from work that Annelise simply does not have.

Okay, so Annelise is completely committed to her job as a princess, big whoop. She still is filthy stinking rich and royals were married to people they didn’t like all the time, she still is incredibly privileged. Maybe so, however, there’s more to this marriage than just some sort of uniting of kingdoms or prior arrangement. The reason that she’s getting married to Dominick is the kingdom has fallen bankrupt. Why has it gone bankrupt? Has the queen spent an egregious amount of money on castles? Was the king a warmonger who put all their funds into their armies? Does princess Annelise have a penchant for expensive travel and one of a kind crowns?

No.

The kingdom is bankrupt because the queen’s advisor has mined their mines dry of gold in hopes of taking over the kingdom. With no gold coming in, there was nothing to exchange, and the queen had to fix the problem before it started to hurt her people more than it already has. Her solution? The only one. Marry Annelise off to the nearest wealthy suitor and hope that it injects money into their economy.

The royals of this kingdom did nothing wrong, other than letting an evil man have so much access to power, which I don’t think any of us have the right to judge. If anything, the only one who’s privileged and trying to take advantage of it is the royal advisor Preminger. He talks about how he’s scraped by for years to climb the ranks and deserves to be a king, but in that same vein he doesn’t care about the kingdom, the people who are affected by his decisions. He’s so hellbent on becoming king, he doesn’t think about the fact that for all intents and purposes, he’s made it. He’s wealthy, absurdly so unlike Erica, but he’s also not a royal and thus has no duties to do any work he doesn’t feel like it, able to disappear for weeks on end and not have anyone on his back unlike Annelise. He has everything the girls want, but it’s not enough for him. He wants more.

Annelise meanwhile, is very aware of her privilege as a princess and tries to relate to those around her, even if she’s a bit unsuccessful at it. Before Annelise meets King Dominick, Julian decides that, as her friend, he thinks she needs some air. To get out of this stuffy castle and go see the kingdom as a normal girl before she loses it all. So, he gets her a cloak and takes her down to the nearby village, and here we can really see that she’s aware of her privileges when she’s outside of the castle.

As she and Julien walk around the town she asks him which house is his and he says “more of a room really, we couldn’t afford a house.” and immediately Annelise feels guilty, backtracking and starting to apologize for assuming he had a house. She doesn’t look at him in confusion or make fun of him for not having a house to himself, she instantly realizes that she was “in the wrong” to assume and tries to apologize for being presumptuous or assuming he was wealthier than he was. But Julien doesn’t laugh at her, doesn’t scoff, doesn’t tell her to “check her privilege”. He simply gives her a small smile and says “I know”. He assures her that, as his friend, she didn’t cause offense, he’s aware that she simply didn’t know he was in that bad of a financial situation growing up. He simply laughs it off then carries on with the conversation.

And this entire next section is Julien just being the absolute best. He engages with her interests, he gets Annelise her favorite flower, he calls the flower by its (fake) scientific name as he hands it off to her and he knows that it’s her favorite and that she'd appreciate him talking about science with her. He’s simply engaging with her as a mutual, a friend, and shows interest in her- well- interests. She gets to happily indulge in fantasy for a moment, but it’s quickly ripped away as she looks around the market and notices that the kingdom’s bankruptcy is already setting in. Shops are getting boarded up, families are being forced to leave, and she’s reminded that she has to get married to King Dominick for their sake. And she is visibly saddened by this. Not that she has to marry Dominick, but that her people are suffering over something that she and her mother couldn’t have possibly prevented.

Her train of thought gets interrupted by Erica singing in town square, Erica having snuck out from work to sing in the town square for coin, and she is doing a damn good job. We see she earns a decent amount of money for just singing on the road. People gather around Erica and listen to her song, she gives a sense of hope, she is pursuing her own freedom and people are enjoying it. Erica once again gets a reminder that her dream of freedom is not only soon, but achievable. It’s in reach, it’s not a completely absurd notion like Annelise's freedom. This is quickly interrupted by Madame Carp stepping in and yelling at Erica for leaving work, stealing her hard earned money and telling her to get back to work- which on one hand, bitch. On the other, Erica leaving work in the middle of the day to sing in town square is… a choice.

But, regardless, Erica’s left with nothing and is alone on the street, and who steps in to put coins in her cup after Madame Carp’s left? Annelise! She comes over, gives Erica money, and the two talk for a bit. Erica finds out Annelise is the princess and asks why she’s outside the castle, and Annelise says “I’m savoring my first and last taste of freedom before getting married next week… to a total stranger.”

Note that she didn’t say “I’m getting a breather” or “I'm taking a break”. She said “I’m getting my first and last taste of freedom before getting married NEXT. WEEK. She has never, ever, ever gotten a day off, taken a break, gotten to truly rest and get a breather. Us viewers? We get weekends, holidays, a day off on occasion, but Annelise doesn’t. She doesn’t get a moment’s rest because her life is her job. She’s never even been outside the castle walls until this day! Her whole life has been work and has been dedicated to her kingdom, to her mother’s expectations. While yes she is definitely more privileged than Erica, it’s not fun and games. If anything, it’s a 24/7, 365 job, every day of the year. And then this happens. “At least you’re not an indentured servant”

This. This one line. Drives. Me. Insane. And I think this line primes people to take the stance that Annelise is simply spoiled. Just because your arm is broken, doesn’t mean my sprained ankle doesn’t hurt.

This is when “Girl like you” starts, and this is also what most people use as reference to say Annelise is spoiled and tone deaf. Because here’s the thing, Annelise never says she has it bad, she never claims that her life sucks. And when Erica tells her her morning routine, Annelise is visibly apprehensive to share her morning routine, because she is aware that it’s rather tone deaf to say that her life sucks because she’s marrying some guy she doesn’t know after hearing how Erica’s morning starts every. Single. Day. She clearly knows how absurd it is to complain, most likely because she’s friends with Julian, who seems to have also been a pauper before getting hired to tutor Annelise. But Erica presses so she folds and shares her morning routine and actively chooses to complain about something little, almost diminishing her misery in a way. Like “Oh, haha, yeah my morning’s pretty good, but I just want to do what I want to do for once rather than follow my mother’s schedule- but it’s fine! I’m fine!” And that is why it’s so important for Erica to reach out first and say “I’m just like you, you’re just like me”

Because it’s not just about reading science books. It’s Annelise wanting to rest, to pursue her interests, not the interests of her mother or her kingdom. Erica sees right through Annalise’s act and finds solidarity in it. She opens up about how miserable it is working at Madame Carp’s and Annalise, excited that she can actually carry this conversation, happily talks about how she loves Madame Carp’s dresses.

This is the other point I see a lot of people reference, as Erica talks about how abusive Madame Carp is and Annelise cuts in to say she loves the dresses that wicked woman sells. This, honestly, is just a mood to me. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve been excited to carry on a conversation, only to immediately put my foot in my mouth as I realize I misread the tone. But once again, rather than Erica getting snobby, going “Did you not hear me? I just called it a penitentiary.” She simply smiles at the naïve princess and tells her she made the dress the princess was wearing.

Annelise proceeds to compliment her work, praise it for its detailing, and the two continue to talk, Erica talking bout how she has little issue with making dresses while Annelise has fun wearing them, and the two actually talk about her getting to “imagine life without the strife of an unfamiliar groom”.

Erica recognizes that Annelise’s situation, though much more comfortable than hers, absolutely sucks. That all of those privileges come at a cost and honestly questions if they’re worth it. And then Annelise proceeds to say “but I’d never let my mother know, I wouldn’t want to disappoint her!”

Once again, Annelise is not only diminishing her needs and putting her happiness aside for her mother’s happiness, but she shows that all of her issues are mental blocks. Social pressures that have been put on her from her life being raised as a princess. She’s not singing on a corner for pennies, but she also isn’t allowed to pursue her own happiness. She’s a tool, not a person.

And after these two talk and bond and get to know each other, what happens? Annelise uses her privilege to help Erica. She tells Erica “hey, I love your singing, I want you to perform at the castle, I’ll send someone to bring you up to the castle and perform”

This offer would be life changing for Erica. Having Erica come up to the castle, perform, and probably get paid quite a handsome sum for it? To a seamstress and street singer like Erica, that could literally get her out of debt and onto stage that much sooner. Annelise, rather than going “oh, she’s poor, I don’t want to be seen with her” like a stereotypical rich girl archetype says “Come, sing for us, you’re talented and I want to share your gift with others”. And Erica is rightfully ecstatic at that offer, and is over the moon when Annelise says she’ll send someone to get her.

Later, due to plot purposes, Annelise and Erica get mixed up, Anneilse stuck in the streets and Erica up in the castle. Annelise, in a moment of desperation, goes to Madame Carp’s dress emporium for shelter. The problem? Madame Carp thinks Annelise is Erica, and locks her in the back of the shop with the other seamstress, Bertie. While Bertie does think it’s Erica at first, Annelise tells Bertie the whole story (presumably) and proceeds to do exactly as instructed. She doesn’t throw a fit or refuse to help, she sits down, grabs a needle, and gets to work. Sloppy work, but work nonetheless. Even when Bertie tells Annelise that she doesn’t have to work on the dresses, she insists on helping. She doesn’t once say “I’m a princess, I shouldn’t be doing this” she simply accepts that this is her work now and adds it onto her plate. Even when she’s not in the castle, she thinks it’s her job to take on work that she’s assigned, and while it’s painted as a moment of empathy and kindness, Annelise is shown to put her desires as the very last thing to prioritize.

Eventually she’s released from Madam Carp’s by Preminger and he immediately locks her in a mine shaft and tries to murder her and Julian. Yes, he’s gone full blown Disney villain and locks the two away in a mineshaft then causes a cave in. Annelise and Julian are locked in a shaft in a caved in mine. Can I say this one more time: Annelise and Julian are buried alive in a m i n e. Most people in this situation would be panicking, crying, generally reacting distressed, we can see Julian sure as hell is, as he grabs a pick and immediately tries to dig himself and Annelise out. What is Annelise doing during all of this? Staying calm, comforting Julian, and finding her kingdom’s solution to bankruptcy.

Say what you will about how “it’s just a movie” but I know that were I trapped in a caved in mine, my mind would not be on how to fix a problem that looked like it wasn’t gonna be my issue very, very soon. But not only does Annelise use the rock as a touching analogy to make Julian feel better about himself, she keeps the crystals in mind and when they escape the mine collapse- due to cat shenaniganry- and informs her mother of them to solve the kingdom’s gold issues.

Here, Annelise once again is solving a problem that she didn’t even cause to get her happily ever after. She is truly doing all of the work on this school project, and people are digging at how she was raised in a fancy castle rather than acknowledging that Annelise did a lot of hard work. One video I saw was someone talking about how if they were Erika they would’ve stayed in Annelise’s position to “earn that bag” and make some actual changes to improve the kingdom, but Annelise does make changes to help the kingdom!

She finds a new export, saves her kingdom’s market from completely crashing, helps revitalize the economy, and because of all of that people can move back home and re-open their shops! We don’t know much about how this kingdom is run, but we do know that the royalty feel a duty to help their people, to do what is best for the masses regardless of how much they don’t want to do it. This isn’t like the modern day one percent where people tear down historical sites to make room for their mega yachts. The reason Annelise and the Queen are rich is they are the government. They are a monarchy. We don’t see any massive balls or galas like we do in Island Princess or Cinderella, they’re not just throwing money around for the amusement of it.

They’re bankrupt because their mines ran dry, and they managed to save their kingdom by finding a new export. “Why don’t they use their own money to help people if they’re so fabulously wealthy?” While that idea could be a good bandaid, eventually that money would also run out and then not only would the kingdom be bankrupt, but there’d be no incentive for any nearby kingdoms to marry Annelise because she’d be a poor princess to a broke kingdom that would offer effectively no benefits to any allyship. The best, and most to the point plan that the queen comes up with is to marry her daughter off so her kingdom would get an injection of money as soon as possible, because they effectively had no other solutions. They didn’t know about the crystal mines, and they didn’t know Preminger was fabulously wealthy. The only solution was to make themselves look good, like a viable, healthy(ish) kingdom and hope that Dominick would accept the proposal and save their kingdom.

And that leads me to Dominick. Dominick, unlike Annelise, doesn’t use his privilege to help anyone other than himself and Erica. And even then, that privilege mostly amounts to him getting to do what he wants. While Annelise simply accepts that she has to marry this king, Dominick goes out of his way to disguise himself as a page boy so he could get to know Annelise before agreeing to anything. Dominick preemptively gives himself an out and chooses to test Annelise, while Annelise has to take the hand she’s given and not complain. In all of this, Annelise isn’t the one with a choice, ever. Her mother chooses to marry her off, her mother chooses king Dominick, Dominick chooses to disguise himself, and then Preminger chooses to kidnap her so she can’t marry Dominick. She has no agency in her life.

The only reason Dominick reveals himself to Erica (who is pretending to be Annelise at the moment so the marriage to save the kingdom doesn’t get called off) is because he thinks Annelise ran away because she didn’t want to marry a stranger. But he still is the one with the agency, and he only reveals his true self when he thinks that Annelise acted on her own behalf.

So Annelies isn’t allowed to have her own agency, but is spoiled because she’s rich, meanwhile Dominick is a king who practices his own agency regularly throughout the movie and he is rarely if ever criticized for it. He gets to meet Erica, fall in love with her, he gets to choose her, and when Erica is revealed to be a pauper and thrown in the dungeon he gets to use a suit of armor to sneak in and get her out of the prison safely. While I don’t think he got permission to break her out, he still was allowed to use his resources to go back to Annelise’s castle and get a suit of armor to sneak into the dungeon and break Erica out.

No one else in this film would’ve had access to resources like that other than maybe Annelise, and yet I don’t see anyone saying that Erica should check King Dominick’s privilege and lecture him on how he was lucky that he was allowed to get have the money to be a king and access to a suit of armor to sneak into the dungeons and save her from probably a death sentence. In this situation, Dominick is purely using his privileges for himself. Yes, he saves Erica, but at this point he’s also in love with her, and he’s saving her not just because she’s a good person, but because he’s fallen in love with her and doesn’t want to lose her.

When she’s accused of killing Annelise, he is distraught. He doesn’t believe it, he can’t fathom that this sweet young lady that he’s spent the week with would do something so horrid. That is why he saves her. Not because of some sense of justice, it’s because he’s smitten with her. Yes, he uses his privilege to help someone in a worse position than him, but according to people who are criticizing Annelise, that’s not enough. Especially when it’s a decision made out of self interest.

At the end of the film, Annelise and Dominick both help Erica with her situation. The royal family, having found out that Madame Carp’s business is corrupt at best, stops purchasing from her and she goes out of business. I can already hear people saying “The family shouldn’t have been buying dresses from Madame Carp in the first place! She’s vindictive and cruel to her workers!” and to that I raise you: How many beauty influencers and brands these days do something sketchy, and it’s later revealed that they were a horrible person or a bad corporation?

My first thought, as someone who wears alternative fashion, is DollsKill. I can admit that I’ve purchased things off of their website before I found out how unethical they are. Should I have done more research? Yes. And I don’t shop with them any more because of it. But if I, and many other people, were able to make that mistake in the year of 2023 with access to infinite information on the internet, then it’s easy to see how someone in the 1700’s could’ve made the same folly.

Especially since Madame Carp doesn’t exactly go around bragging that she abuses her seamstresses. We know that Annelise never met Madame Carp before the film, as Madame Carp claims she’s the princess’s “close personal friend” while actively calling Annelise "Erica" and refusing to believe it’s actually the princess in her boutique. Realistically, Annelise and the queen likely don’t even go shopping, they probably have a servant go into the market, buy a few gowns for upcoming events, and only know the gowns by their brands.

I do wonder what happened to Bertie after all of this, but she seems pretty happy that Madame Carp has to leave, so perhaps she has a backup plan or some sort of safety net. Maybe she was also in debt to Madame Carp and was just looking forward to paying off her debts before starting her own dress emporium, we don’t really know. Either way, the dress shop closing gives Erica the freedom to pursue her music career that she was being held back from and she does so. But that still leaves our boy Dominick. He talks to Erica, tries to convince her to stay with him, but she tells him that her dream is to travel and sing. He does eventually acquiesce and gives her an engagement ring, telling her that it was for her anyways, and that it wasn’t a promise nor pressure, simply a gift. In the end, after performing for a long while, Erica decides that she wants to be with Dominick and travels to his kingdom to marry him.

I think that Annelise and Dominick are both good people for being Monarchs that put the interest of those around them before themselves. But for some reason, Annelise is held to a much higher standard than Dominick, even when she makes very human mistakes. They both are raised as royalty, King Dominick likely even more so as he’s king of a wealthy kingdom, but he is never put under the same scrutiny as Annelise. Sure, he never claims to relate to Julian, but Annelise never claimed to relate to Erica until she suggested it.

And Annelise’s privileges aren’t always a good thing. I feel like people neglect the whole section of the story where she was kidnapped and held prisoner because of her mother’s advisor. Not figuratively, literally. Taken from her home and locked in a random cabin because Preminger wanted to be king and figured that kidnapping her was the wisest choice rather than just advising the queen to not marry her off. Annelise is actively put in danger and harm’s way because of her status.

Honestly, Annelise really gets the shaft, full pun intended, in the second half of the film, a lot of time being spent on Erica and King Dominick’s relationship. Despite being The Princess and the Pauper, Annelise’s story is really the B plot to Erica’s love story. This makes sense, after all, she spends a lot of time just kidnapped and locked in various rooms, but in a weird way this just shows yet again that she has no autonomy even in her own story. And yet, she’s the one who’s scorned for being spoiled.

“Well, she is spoiled. She had a roof over her head and warm food and we see how Erika is baffled at the spoils when she’s a princess” But I'm gonna say something that's likely gonna get the pitchforks out: Money doesn't buy happiness. Before anyone hits me with a “I’d rather cry in a bugatti than a gutter”, let me explain.

The phrase “money can’t buy happiness” has two very different interpretations, and I find that both sides refuse to listen to the other even though both have valid arguments. There’s the stance that it can buy happiness, as money provides all sorts of things. On the surface, it’s shallow things, jewelry, gaming consoles, toys, fashion, knick knacks and trinkets that provide short term serotonin by buying something that you really want. But dig a bit deeper, and it gives more than that. Money is stability, shelter, food, water. It’s hard to be happy if you can’t have those things. To further elaborate, if you’re in a bad enough position that you can’t afford to heat your home, or buy a meal, or get clean drinking water, being able to afford that, either by your own means or by having someone else get it for you, is something that can’t be put into a monetary value- even if it literally is given a price. Getting to have access to water, shelter, knowing that you’ll have food in the morning, that’s something that you likely won’t understand the value of if you’ve always had it. Money may not buy literal happiness, but it provides security, and that security can lead to happiness.

Then there’s the argument that it can’t buy happiness, and people who have this opinion usually aren’t wondering where their next meal will be coming from or if they can pay rent this month. This stance is usually painted as privileged and spoiled because “well, you can say that because you’ve never had to worry about paying to survive”, but in my experience it’s quite the contrary. Most people I’ve met who say “money can’t buy happiness” usually include a caveat that if someone is in a position where they can’t afford food or shelter then of course money buys happiness. Stability is the foundation of comfort and comfort leads to happiness. No one is saying that someone’s ridiculous for being happy they can afford to live. And if you have seen that stance, then I'm sorry humans just suck.

Rather, “money can’t buy happiness” means that material objects cannot replace emotional intimacy or support. Surface level items have short-term pleasure that cannot be sustainable as the happiness lasts less and less with each material object. And this feeling of dissatisfaction only increases the more things you get. This is especially true when it comes to gifts. While gift giving is a valid love language, the whole point of it is giving or receiving items that have sentimental value more than monetary value. A pebble that’s their favorite color means way more than a PS5 when they exclusively use Nintendo products.

But when you don’t have a support system, healthy relationships, and the people you do have around you try to replace emotional intimacy with shallow gifts that don’t amount to anything, you find yourself downright miserable. Most people that I’ve met that have the stance that money can’t buy happiness tend to reach that conclusion after a guardian figure causes intense emotional distress or neglect then tries to purchase love with a shallow but expensive gift. It’s not that money can’t provide you with things that make you happy, it’s that money can’t provide emotional intimacy or a genuine support system.

If anything, Princess and the Pauper is the perfect allegory for this phrase, as Erica, though poor and struggling to get by, has emotional support in Bertie, her singing, her dreams. But, she doesn’t have access to security, stability, physical comforts, and is blocked from pursuing her goals because of external factors. Annelise meanwhile, is in a position of comfort and stability, but doesn’t have any emotional support nor outlets, her only friend being her teacher and her mother having a strict regime for her to follow regardless of her desires while being surrounded by luxurious gifts from other royalty that are ultimately empty gestures.

All of this to say, while Annelise is a princess who lives with the privileges of being a rich, upper class girl with access to many things that Erica could only dream of, her life isn’t one of luxury and spoils. She doesn’t get to indulge in her pleasures and can only appreciate things on a surface level because that is all she has time for. I don’t think most of the people who criticize Annelise could actually handle her schedule every day of every month of every year. She’s not some Disney princess who’s only job is to be pretty and interesting for the male love interest, she has duty. Responsibility. A full time job that dictates her sleep schedule.

She’s not unaware of her privileges and if anything is always using them to help everyone else, and at the end of the film she still doesn’t get that freedom that she’s searching for. She invites a pauper to sing at the castle, she tries to find solutions to the kingdom’s bankruptcy for her people, she goes out of her way to help when she can, and she’s not completely insensitive to the struggles of her friends. Even when she’s supposed to be taking a break, or is in a dire situation, she’s still constantly thinking of how to help others first.

Yes, she gets to marry Julian, but she’s still a princess and still likely follows her royal schedule to a T. While Erica got to learn what it’s like to be a princess, got to pursue her music, and got to marry King Dominick, becoming a princess herself, Annelise’s conclusion is ultimately that she managed to solve the kingdom’s bankruptcy so she could marry whom she chooses and then proceeds to fall back into the same routine of fixing everything for everyone else. She only gets freedom in one aspect, and we never see her actually get a day to herself, a day to relax. The only “relaxation” we see happening is with Erica while she spends time with Dominick, and that week likely was going to be Annelise’s only break before the marriage. So even after saving the day, Annelise still doesn’t get what she wants, and yet supposedly she’s spoiled rotten.

Truly, she does do what she says in the first song Free. “I’ll remain forever royal… Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.” Erica never actually repays her parent’s debts, Madame Carp goes out of business and Erica gets let off the hook probably because she has two very powerful royals on her side. And this once again is Annelise using her privileges to help those who don't have the same as her by choosing to not support a business that is bad for its workers.

Erica gets released from her servitude early and then gets to chase after her dreams, but Annelise only gets to marry Julian after putting in the work to solve the bankruptcy so she doesn’t have to marry some other rich king that isn’t the one who fell for her best friend.

#barbie #barbie princess and the pauper #barbie analysis #barbie 2004 #character analysis #I forgot too include this in the main post #but the only place we really see Annelise being spoiled is when Erica wakes up in Annelise's shoes #and she's baffled by the spoils in the big breakfast #but that's not something Annelise decided to do #it likely was a lifestyle encouraged/enforced by her parents #and how would she know any different if she was raised that way #If you say she's spoiled because she doesn't give the maid a portion of her breakfast every morning #when the servants were very likely fed well and the maid was SUPER weirded out by Erica's attitude then idk what to tell you #mild rant #probably too passionate about this

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ayo im kinda trying to assign a classpect to myself and im stuck between Bard of Void and Prince of Time can u please tell me more bout it?

Ok!!!

BARD OF VOID

The bard is someone who basically thinks, feels, acts, or IS one way for most of their life up until a point where they change fundamentally and become the exact opposite. In a destructive way. For a bard of void, this might look like encouraging people to look things up, explaining things to others, Passively Destroying Void. By encouraging light. They would value knowledge and enjoy learning. OR luck or like water or actual light or whatever. At some point the bard would suddenly realize like… mysticism and not knowing some things is actually the correct… way. To be. Like they change their mind. And then they start destroying shit. Perhaps literally. Burning libraries, shooting out lights, maybe they could even manipulate the heroic/just clock to cause people to die or not die (luck can influence the outcome as seen by aranea and I think maybe vriska I can’t remember). This time they would be Passively Destroying USING Void. Ok? And like let’s not forget they can still passively destroy void as well. And they could destroy using void before. Maybe now they tell people misinformation… they… hmm… using void to destroy… they could thanos snap people out of existence? Into the negative space? That’s destructive. They could perhaps send basically ANYTHING into the shadow realm. And before….. they would have been able to destroy using void… that might look likeeee…. I’m trying to think about gamzee pre-sober. Destroying using rage. I’m thinking about when he tries to pray his computer out of his sylladex and then it doesn’t work so he just grabs it? That’s sort of destroying by debunking… since rage is about the truth. You see what I’m saying? So before, the bard of void could have been like trying to look something up and then just given up and decided it’s best that they don’t know? Something like that. THE MOST IMPORTANT thing for a bard is determining when and where they would snap. Please keep that in mind. They have unpredictable personalities and are very capricious.

PRINCE OF TIME

This is a powerful and scary guy. The bard is kind of goofy and in your face, but the prince is angry and brooding and cold. The prince’s job is to destroy an aspect that…. Hmm…. It seems like the prince’s aspect is a bit of a nuisance in their sessions. I always wonder how hussie could have carefully planned each and every character to represent their class and aspect in every way correctly. The prince’s aspect is maybe a threat to the successful continuation of the session. I think it’s kind of up to them to not get carried away but to sort of clean up the excess aspect. Dirk sort of nuked everyone’s interest in Jake by proving how shit a boyfriend he is. Which was holding everyone back a bit. Eridan… went way overboard with everything. Dirk could have definitely broken everyone’s spirit and destroyed the souls of all players if he was an antagonist. Like eridan. Eridan’s session was like a bunch of naive teenagers expecting to beat this game like a challenge instead of like a journey. And he got rid of that naive optimism right away. Honestly in feferi alone there was hope for a brighter future like beforus which is definitely less bloodthirsty and colonial. And he nipped that in the bud along with every other positive future aspiration the team had. As far as he could, at least. We don’t have a lot of information about the alpha trolls session, but there is a lot of discord and ill will going on in there. I think there’s also much more disillusionment among the players. Granted they are all dead already so that kind of makes it more obvious that this isn’t going to go well. A prince of time might be a really bad sign for the session. Or it could be everyone is lollygagging around and there’s an excess of time and things are taking forever. The prince could like move through time I assume and maybe skip forward. They could perhaps fast forward the session for everyone? Jade was able to manipulate space to affect everyone. Unlike how Dave mostly affected his own timeline. This fast forwarding thing could really screw up everyone’s day. Maybe even like making people too old and decrepit to work like with osteoporosis and shit. Or skipping to the end of the game. That could be misguided and everyone isn’t ready yet or it could be vengeful and vindictive. They could even maybe age the frog (again, misguided or on purpose) and accidentally kill it or something. The time player is supposed to breed the frog. It is NOT the knights job, karkat just did it bc he’s the leader and since he’s not the time player he caused The Tumor. Anyway. Are you more of a fighter or a wildcard?

#homestuck #classpect #classpecting #bard class #prince class #bard of void #prince of time

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greypetrel · 3 months

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Distance.

Ages ago, @salsedine sent me not one but 2 prompts from this Florence prompt list. You can find the first one here for some mutual F!Mahariel/Morrigan pining, but the second one...

Big God is one of those songs I really like and always need to listen to… twice or thrice in a row. I wanted to do it good and catch the feeling and I felt like I always was going out of theme. I wrote this prompt. And re-wrote it. And re-wrote it again. Settled on an idea. Wrote it twice. Re-read it and be angry at it.

I was considering changing the character (in my mind it's an Aisling song, but MH), or making it crack, but then I read Florence talking about it, describing this song as a “obviously, an unfillable hole in the soul, but mainly about someone not replying to my text"...

… And I realize I already wrote it in one of my ten thousand iteration.

So here you go it’s angsty. Post Trespasser. AND it’s epistolary, because I wanted to try it. Maybe I’ll post the bigger version on AO3, it’s Aisling’s pov and it got discarded because it was getting LONG even for my standards. That needs an ending and some more editing, tho, so here you go in the meanwhile.

37. The best of the best and the worst of the worst CW: Mental illness, PTSD, Depression

Sometimes I think it's getting better And then it gets much worse Is it just part of the process? Jesus Christ, it hurts Big God – Florence + The Machine

Skyhold, August 27, 9:44 Dragon

Aisling,

Just writing to check in that you got there all right. Stupid of me, since you left but… What, few hours ago?

I hope you can forgive me for organizing all this. I swear it’s not to send you away, it’s not because I don’t want you, but I don’t think staying here was doing you any good. Three days in a bed are too many, my love, I hope you can forgive me for worrying.

I am already missing you, before you can think of anything else. If you need, please know that I’m but a letter away. Ask, and I’ll come running.

All my love, Cullen

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Skyhold August 29, 9:44 Dragon

Hello, love.

I’m told you arrived all right and you settled in Stone-Bear Hold, and I wanted to give you a welcome myself.

Don’t take these as any pressure to reply. Take your time, I am here waiting until you’re ready.

Pet Storvacker for me as well, would you?

All my love, Cullen

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Skyhold, August 31, 9:44 Dragon

My love,

Nothing much happened, don’t worry. It’s all bureaucracy and I’m quite bored.

I must say that you were right, your room is indeed dauntingly big - I’m rolling my eyes at your smug grin, right now. I left all the pieces of my armour on the floor, one beside the other, to fill it a little and to recreate some mess. You can laugh. Since you’re gone it’s all too tidy, and I miss you.

All my love, Cullen

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Skyhold, Kingsway 3, 9:44 Dragon

My love,

I missed yesterday, sorry about that.

I’m fine, it was just a busy day. Before you ask: yes, I’m eating regularly and I’m fine.

I think Dennet is a little bored, without you and Little Brother around. I caught him snorting grumpily at a horse that obeyed to him right away, the other day. I hope Little Brother is well, I am sure I don’t have to tell you to give him an apple from me.

Or should I? I got told you didn’t go to the stables onc Nevermind that, you surely know better.

Love, Cullen

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Skyhold, Kingsway 5, 9:44 Dragon

Is it already a week since I last saw your face? It seems a lot more.

I slept in my old loft tonight, it’s less big and daunty and I had a lot of work. It feels void anyway, without you, and whatever company there is at lunch can’t hold a candle to you, even if I appreciate it. See? I’m also eating with other people, like you’d want. It’s not really the same without you, but I’m holding on. And struggling to make these letters longer, as you’d want too.

Without you making shenanigans with Dorian and Sera, it’s all too quiet, and there’s really little to report.

Beside that I miss you.

All my love, Cullen

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Skyhold, Kingsway 7, 9:44 Dragon

Aisling,

I hate to speak about work, particularly right now. But this bears importance to mention:

If you’re approached by Sapphira, please turn her away. She came up with a plan and… We turned her down already, Cassandra is dealing with it. Do not worry at all, but if she comes to you, please be wary, I doubt she is your friend. I doubt she was ever our friend.

I hate to write this letter with such things. My plan was for you to forget about work for a while and figure things out, and look at me. You really married the wrong person not to talk about work, I fear.

I am sorry, love. I hope you’re doing better and are more rested. I hope you can get out of bed in the morning with no problems.

If you are and you do, then missing you so much is fine.

I love you, Cullen

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Skyhold, Kingsway 8, 9:44 Dragon

Love,

I’m making up for yesterday’s letter with a better one.

I managed to convince Cabot to give me the recipe of his scones, and to let me try it with his supervision.

I did some turns in the kitchen back when I was training, and well. I’m no baker in any way, but they didn’t turn out so bad for a first trial. I think you’d like them. And it was pleasant to do. By the time I’ll see you again I hope I’ll be better.

Maybe after I’ll learn these I’ll ask the cook to teach me to make custard, what about it?

I hope you are eating enough.

I do miss you, a lot. Cullen

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Skyhold, Kingsway 11, 9:44 Dragon

Aisling.

I understand you aren’t well. I understand you need time and space, all too well.

This is in no way meant as a criticism or to withdraw anything I ever professed for you. I still love you, I still want you, I have no intention of leaving you, ever if you’ll let me stay.

It’s just been a difficult night and I fear that-

I don’t know what to think of your lack of answer and it’s terror-

I’d need for you to write back, just to

Please-

Never mind that.

I wish you answered to me. Just once. Tell me you’re fine, tell me anything, really.

Please.

I shouldn’t send this.

I do love you, I do, and I wished you were fine and you were here.

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Skyhold, Kingsway 12, 9:44 Dragon

Aisling,

Never mind the letter from yesterday.

I’m sorry I sent it, I shouldn’t dump that on you right now.

The love still stands. I’m better now. Could use a full night sleep, but this bed is just so damn big. I complained to Josephine and she laughed because apparently you told her the same thing.

She told me to say hi, maybe you’ll read this before her letters? Well. We all miss you.

Love, C.

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Stone-Bear Hold, Kingsway 13, 9:44 Dragon

Cullen,

I am so sorry- Please, if you- If you can bear to forgive-

I’m sorry, I really am that you’re not well and facing it alone. Before you can tell me so: no, I don’t mind listening. Please, tell me more. I hope you are really better, and it’s not something you wrote to make me feel better. Don’t lie just to spare my feelings, please, I’m better knowing.

I know you’re strong and you’ll make it through, you did so many times before and you’ll do it one more time, I trust you. Just, take it easy, please. You made the right choice and it’s good to pursue this path, even if it’s difficult and it hurts and thirsty.

You can do it. You already did it. More than once. I have not many things to believe into, right now, but I do believe in you.

I am fine.

Since when you started seeing that as a lie? I do wonder if it was exactly when you started complaining about it, or if you realised sooner. Comes to mind I never asked you.

I am surviving, I can’t say anything more than this, I am afraid.

It’s… I am so sorry. I have forced myself to read your letters just today, in truth.

Physically I am fine. I am not in pain, the wound closed well and the Healer is happy with it, says that beside the scars I have nothing to fear anymore. My balance is still off, but I trip and bump less and less. Nonetheless…

I am given things to do. I help the Augur and Sigrid Gulsdotten in their activities, and it’s good and honest work. The morning is for people, helping them out, preparing rites, picking herbs when we finish them. The afternoons the children come for lessons, and I’m more another student than a help, but the Augur doesn’t seem to mind much, and I quite like listening to the lore. I can’t but wonder if the Lady of the Sky was also a not going there.

After that is when time stops. I don’t know what to do, honestly. I lived so much out of roles and paths pre-traced for me that now that I’m out of them all I find myself in the void. Do I like the things I do because I had to, because of habit, or because I sincerely do? When I am left with nothing left to do, I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what I like and I don’t know who I am.

That’s why I haven’t replied before. It’s like… I think back of the person I was, and it doesn’t feel like I’m her anymore. I am terrorized at the idea that I’ll open those letters and they’ll all be addressed to a person that’s not me anymore. I can’t take it, right now. Thank you for having written, and thank you for not having written to her.

I miss you so much.

I miss you most at lunches: no one here can hold a candle against you, too. I miss our conversations and your friendship.

I miss you in the afternoons, because all that comes to mind is that I could curl in the corner of the couch in your office. Complain because it’s always full of boxes of reports and there’s no space. And just watch you work.

I miss you at nights the most. Sigrid is a good hugger, but she’s not you, she hasn’t your smell and she cuts the hugs always short.

Tonight I missed you so much that… Ida Sigridsdotten and Annike Majasdotten married, today. I put up a dress and smiled and helped the rites as I was asked to. But when it was over, and people started walking to the Hall for the banquet I missed you so much, I couldn’t ignore the memories. It was so unbearable that I fell back and decided to open one of your letters. Just one, I thought, I need to know who you were talking to.

It was so brief -not that I expected anything else, I know you. So I opened another. And another.

I couldn’t avoid answering your last letter, I hope you don’t mind if this is so long. It compensates for all those days of silence, I hope.

I really hope it does.

Is it ok for me to conclude this with expressing love? I am not sure who I am anymore, I don’t know what I like, but I do know that I love you. Reading your letters was a breath of fresh air. Ironical no? I get so much of it, these days.

Write to me again, if you wish.

With all the love I can muster, from exactly where I don’t know but it’s there, Aisling.

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Skyhold, Kingsway 14, 9:44 Dragon

Love.

Another calm day, full of bureaucracy.

I do hate dealing with money and calculating. You’d laugh at me and tell me it’s simple maths and do everything in five minutes.

Sometimes I still look up from my desk and expect you napping on the couch. I don’t think it did you so well, and I’m glad you’re out there doing better things, and I won’t lie: it made me feel observed. But now that you’re away, I do miss that too.

Maker, I miss your mess. Frida went through all your drawers, now they’re unbearably organized.

I do wonder: are you reading?

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Skyhold, Kingsway 15, 9:44 Dragon

My love,

You would be happy in knowing I just made a fool of myself.

Your letter came, and I just took it and ran away without realizing, leaving apparently Josephine and a trio of Comtes who lent us money and were discussing of reparations standing in the Great Hall, mid speech.

If I don’t answer anymore, Josie came for my head.

Now, with order.

I am afraid you never were much of a liar, my love. I realised you weren’t fine as you told it the first time in Haven, you have always worn your heart on your sleeve. Honestly? I liked that in you from the start. I only hope this new you still has it, it was endearing and soothing. But if you don’t feel like that anymore, it’s fine anyway. But please, don’t lie to me. No need for it.

I wish you were here too, but I don’t think you’d like being here. For the rest, I’m fine. Really. It was just a bad night. I’m better now that I heard from you.

As for the rest, I can think of a couple of things you like: magic and animals. You love horses. Maker knows you worried me so and busied Josie enough to make you presentable again after the stables to like horses out of duty. What about it?

Answer, if you’d like. I understand if you don’t. I’ll keep the love with gladness.

All my love, Cullen

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Stone-Bear Hold, Kingsway 17, 9:44 Dragon

Cullen,

Please don’t let Josie reach you. Or if she did, hello Josie, can I have his cape back to remember him by?

Thank you, love Cull my love. It all brought a smile, and it was something I needed. That was a lovely long letter, please keep it up, I appreciated it so much.

I don’t want to see horses. My balance is still off when I’m walking and I would hurt myself on a horse, for real. And I don’t think I could And I would hate to see you smug with a “I told you so”.

But yeah, I guess so. I pet Storvacker whenever she comes around, and it’s nice, she’s very beautiful and such a good creature. I think she remembers I saved her, but maybe it’s just wishful thinking. How’s Bran? Is he keeping you good company, did he learn to duck and not fetch?

The children hijacked the lesson, today, when the topic fell on Hakkon Wintersbreath. We went overtime because the kept asking me about the dragons I slayed, if it was true. Someone out there had spread the rumour I dealt with the three in the Emprise all at once? I had to struggle to convince them it didn’t happen like that, and they were even more disappointed than when I told them that slaying dragons is just a sad thing to do and I hated doing it.

Oh, there’s one thing I hate. Does it count?

I do love you, and I miss you a little less now that I’m writing back. Thank you for being so patient with me. I do love you, a lot. You’re one thing I really like.

Are you feeling better? For real.

Say that I’m sorry hello to the others from me.

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Skyhold, Kingsway 19, 9:44 Dragon

My love,

It does count, and I think it goes into the liking animals box. Anything else? I remember you were quite fond of swimming, if I recall correctly our first visit to Honnleath and our last one in Wycome. What about it? If you can catch a sunny day, the water should still be warm enough to bathe.

And sweets. Do they have something sweet to eat? Should I ship down there your candy stash?

Bran is fine, and is keeping me good company, thanks. He misses you too, but I’ve been fairly successful in teaching him not to sleep where you should be on the bed. Now he sleeps at my feet and I have to curl up. He still fetches, but we’re working on that too.

I am feeling better, I swear. For real, I took it easier in the last days and delegated some.

I firmly believe you wouldn’t fall if you tried to ride. I saw you. Maybe don’t start with a gallop, ease yourself in? I am sorry if I insist, but please, don’t let fear stop you. You love riding and you love that horse. And I’m sure he misses you too. And I’m not saying that to pressure you, but because you always light up when you talk about horses and about Little Brother, and I’m sure he misses you too. But it’s ok, ignore this paragraph if it bothers you, you surely know best what’s good for you.

Everyone says hello. There are various recommendations of hugs, and get well soon and missing you and a choir of “Horns up” from the Chargers and Dorian.

I second the missing, and the horns up too.

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Skyhold, Kingsway 25, 9:44 Dragon

Aisling,

I am sorry if I told you something wrong.

Please, ignore the last letter.

Little Brother is well taken care of, safe as can be, and I recommend to give him extra apples and extra cuddles. Do not worry about him, love, and please forgive me if I insisted.

If I see another Comte pretending we borrowed money from him without papers to demonstrate it I swear I’m throwing them down the battlements. Bran growling at him had been a nice addition to the group. Josie too gave him a biscuit for his good job.

I happily announce you that I have a recipe for custard and a successful attempt to my record. It was good, I’m waiting for the first lemons to try it properly and try to make it as you like it.

I do miss you, love, and I worry. Forgive me if I said the wrong thing.

I do love you even if you’ll never ride again. Cullen

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Skyhold, Kingsway 28, 9:44 Dragon

Aisling.

You know what?

Fuck the Comtes.

Josie and Cassandra can hold their own for a while.

Wait for me.

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Stone-Bear Hold, Kingsway 28, 9:44 Dragon

Cullen.

I’m sorry. Again. I really am.

I was angry at first. And hurt. The thought of not riding again… I have been scraped clean of so much, that the idea of realizing that I had given away that too was unbearable, even in theory. You were right in insisting, because yes. I do love horses not out of duty.

Spirits, or whatever power there is in this world, how many weeks of waking up before the dawn I did back in Haven, because I didn’t want a mount out of duty and out of a choice made for me, but I wanted that horse? With you, it’s the one thing I don’t want to give up on, and you reminded me I had to.

But you were right. – I miss your smug smile, now, I would so much love to be able to kiss it away.

After two days of being angry, I decided to go to camp out of spite.

I hate how people there can’t talk to me and the pity there. I should thank you for organizing my stay with the Avvar, it was… It was what I needed.

Anyway.

Little Brother was, indeed, angry. I can’t hardly blame him. I know how he’s feeling.

I stood there in the paddock, as in the first days. He ignored me for hours. And then he approached me. Bumped me to the ground with his head.

I deserved it, poor thing. I left him on his own for a month. And I know he must have felt abandoned and… And nobody should feel like that.

I cried for the first time in a month, and we cuddled.

You were right, my love. It did me well.

I think I’ll get back in the afternoons.

I never answered to you about magic and… I’m not using much magic. I’ve been seeing Desperation again in my dreams. Nothing much, I’m still here and I’m fine, both the Augur and Sigrid are aware. The Augur has been very helpful. I’m telling you because it may help you too.

He says that for all negative spirits we attract, there’s a good one too. The good one is lingering around, we just need to see it, even if it’s a little more difficult to tune down the noise of the other.

I feel mine: there’s Cole around, lingering at the edge of my vision. He hasn’t approached me yet, but I feel him, always there. At the ready should I… Well, I do need him. But I need him from afar.

I’m not yet ready to face head-on what happened, and facing him would mean that.

But I’m writing you from the stable, forgive the wobbly calligraphy. I hope you can still read it, but my desk is furry and breathing. I couldn’t take his head away from my legs, and I don’t want to. He needed this, and so do I.

I stopped crying, but I think I’ll get back at it in some minutes. It’s good for me, and I missed it too.

I feel hopeful today.

Thank you for pushing me to come here.

Thank you for knowing me better than I do. I needed that. I still do.

I will be ready to see Cole and talk with him. Eventually.

I think I’ll try to hop on Little Brother, tomorrow.

I should probably stop writing. I do miss you keenly, right now, and I wish you were here. Do not fret here, tho: you have work to do and I don’t want to distract you any more than I’m already doing, love.

I am fine. I’m not lying.

Please do not worry, and remember that I love you. Even if you make me angry at times.

I love you and I miss you, and I hope I’ll dream of you tonight, and that it’ll be a nice memory. It’s not that hot to swim, unfortunately, but I’ll be able to dream of when we did in Wycome.

Love, quite a lot of it even if it smells like horse, Aisling

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Stone-Bear Hold, Kingsway 29, 9:44 Dragon

Cullen,

Nothing much to add since yesterday, honestly.

I just wanted you to be the first to know: I am waiting for Little Brother to be saddled. I need to find a way to do it myself, but-

*the rest is written in a calligraphy even less readable and clear than the rest, clearly scribbled very quickly.*

You must be kidding- Who am I writing to, I’m telling you directly.

Spirits, you’re so sappy it’s lucky I love you.

Or not, the lucky one is definitely me.

Here? Really? With all those reports?

Ok I’m done, I’m asking you.

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Stone-Bear Hold, Kingsway 30, 9:44 Dragon

Hiding this in your boot as you sleep, if you won’t notice when you’ll put it up tomorrow, know that it’s the reason I smiled at you. Well, one of the reasons, not the only one and not the most important. But still.

Nothing much, I just wanted to say thank you, and reiterate that you’re impossible and stubborn and totally the fun police. And that I love you because you are.

Thank you, really.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fanfiction #da fanfic #cullavellan #post trespasser #ANGST #writing petrel #aisling lavellan #cullen rutherford #epistolary #am I sure about anything of this? ABSOLUTELY NO #unfortunately my mind works in order I'll post this to hopefully be able to get on with the last prompt I have #also it's been in my WIP for two months and I'm tired of looking at it :"D

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work was slow so i wrote a short story about my human au with a prompt requested by my friend- she wanted to see puppet and lefty kind of reconciling/getting along

“I’m really mad at you”

“I know.”

“I have frequent thoughts about hurting you.”

“I know.”

“You don't even have to be doing anything, your existence just fills me with rage.”

“I kn-”

“You know. And you do nothing about it. You never do anything.”

“I don't.”

There was a long pause, and upon realizing her cage was not going to retaliate, the woman loudly groaned in annoyance. God he was such a pain in the ass. Never did anything except blink once in a while, or play his stupid songs to “calm her down”. Well she wasnt calm! Who could be calm after being kidnapped? Much less in the company of such a boring person.

Okay in his defense hes not realy himself is he Mari? She thought to herself

I dont give a fuck whatever he is - his company SUCKS

….

It sucks so bad im arguing with myself just for some entertainment. God screw this guy.

Maybe he knew she was in a bad mood and thats why he let her out - “just for a couple minutes” he said…

“You make very strong facial expressions when you’re thinking. I wonder what youre thinking about?” The man said, his yellow eye tearing into the empty black voids she called her eyes.

oh now he wants to talk.

…

“I was thinking about how much you need to work on your staring problem, you look stupid….and creepy.” She responded- baring her sharp teeth at him.

“It’s a requirement of my job.” He responded, emotionless.

“To look like a fucking creep?”

“Well that… I guess… and to look after you. Always” He paused, as though in thought. “Especially after all those stunts you’ve pulled in the past.” He sounded a little annoyed. Interesting…

“Yeah well - sorry but im not about to make your job easier when it comes at the expenses OF MY OWN FUCKING FREE WILL” she yelled into his ear - just to once again get no reaction.

“You’ll get it back.” The man responded as though his ears and head were not ringing currently.

“The time we spend together is only temporary, maybe one day you'll look back on this experience and find it was somewhat enjoyable? Just relax a bit…. For both of our sake. “

The woman was about to yell at him again for his ridiculous and very delusional suggestion, but decided she should spare her already raspy voice from more abuse. Silent treatment it was if he wanted to be an ass.

His brow furrowed just slightly at her unusual reaction - or lack of.

“Well if it makes you that uncomfortable, I'll focus my eyes on other things from time to time. No promises if you make another escape attempt though.”

Still silence.

“I’ll give you more time out of the “cage” too?”

Silence.

“Okay that was messed up to say-”

“RAAAAAAAGHHHHHH CAN YOU EVER JUST SAY SOMETHING USEFUL” she betrayed her poor vocal chords but jesus this guy can never just-

Okay no, you need to calm down mari. Be calm. He is your captor- he is unpredictable. One minute hes a literal blank piece of paper and the next he starts acting like he has a personality-You know that. Hes never genuine so dont give in. Dont get angry, maybe he wants that. Be calm. Be caaaalm.

“Ahem…” she paused. “Nevermind. Maybe its better that you stay mute.”

The man blinked.

“Oh so thats why youre mad. Ive been keeping you in the dark haven’t i?”

….

“Yeah. literally too.”

Okay did he smile a little just now or am i going insane-

“Well…” He started. “I suppose I could make your experience less boring by answering some questions. Just as long as you dont tell the Security Puppet or Mr. Emily-”

“Tell me about mr. emily please!” She wasted no time. There was something about that man in particular, something off. She felt so hurt whenever she saw him even though she had no idea who he was.

“I.. Please tell me. Im not gonna say anything. Hes your boss right?”

The man looked to his side briefly, as though he was pondering something.

“You could say that.”

“And hes the reason why im here right? Hes the one who asked for me to be here?”

“Well, he didn't really know about this whole… situation… until recently. The Security Puppet. That stripped lady. Shes the one who wanted you from the start. For Henry.”

“Oh….his name is Henry Emily?” She looked to the floor.

“Why does that sound…so familiar?” she whispered

If she had looked up, she would have noticed the very noticeable expression of discomfort that plastered itself on the larger man. He was in a great conflict with himself whether he should tell this woman everything or stick to what he was created to do.

He ultimately stuck to the latter and remained silent.

Screw finding answers right now, her heart started hurting. Why did she feel like she wanted to cry? She needed a distraction. If this guy saw her crying - he’d probably use it against her…

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“Okay and that bitch who stole my look then. She created you?”

What a comment. He almost wanted to laugh. But he had to stay stoic…

“Yes,” A pause. “She is indeed the bitch who created me.” Well he could break a little bit of character one in a while. He deserved to treat himself at least a little.

And now he wanted to laugh even harder seeing the surprised face on the small woman. He deserves a raise for how much composure he has really.. That is, if he was even getting paid in the first place.

“Okay then….” she furrowed her brows at him. “So if I was to extract revenge on everybody whoose ever wronged me.. She would be a perfect target then, right?”

Okay now he was really starting to like this girl. If only he could drop his persona and offer to help her.

“Well she did kill me for the sole purpose of capturing you.” He internally smirked at her gasp of horror, “disemboweled me and did cruel experiments on my body for this mission. Im pretty sure Im going to get incinerated after I’ve completed this job too,” He said nonchalantly to the look of horror and rage that was forming on the womans face. If he couldn't hurt SP himself, he could at least give this captee more encouragement to do it for him, “All of this was her idea anyway, so I suppose that yes, she would be an ideal target. Though you didn't hear that from me.”

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Wtf….oh god no wonder this guys so weird- hes just like me!! And that BITCH shes just like william! William….. Oh that name…

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Her raged expression calmed itself, to the disappointment of the large man. Maybe it was immature but he was somewhat hoping shed explode right then and there and make him take her to the security puppet where he could witness a good show…. maybe join in if the brainwashing fully went away….

“You poor thing….” now her expression was turning somber. “You poor, poor man…” Tears began to form in her eyes.

Okay he wasnt expecting this….should he have kept his mouth shut?

Her shoulders started to shake and he could hear faint whimpers as she tried to control her emotions. She curled into a ball before him and started shaking back and forth.

….yeah he should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Theyre still doing this to us…” She muffled as her hands covered her face, “it must have hurt you so much… what she did to you…what they did to us,.....”

“Ummm” How was he supposed to approach this….. he didnt know she could cry.

“..how many more deaths will it take for this nightmare to end” She cried out. “DAMN HER!! DAMN THEM ALL!!!” her sobbing became louder

He really did not know what to do right now- wow this took a sudden turn.

“My friends, my family… I lost them all because of monsters like her….”

“Im lost now you know. My brother…Fred…he’s not here to guide me anymore…That green man burnt them all”

OH.

“And im just a shell of myself now… I dont think Ill ever be able to leave it…. I lost them.. I think it was ‘99? What year is it anymore…”

“2017.” he blurted out, almost immediately regretting it.

“Oh.”

It was a rhetorical question wasn't it?

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The shock she was in distracted her from her pain at least. She just layed there, exhausted from her outburst, staring at the night sky before her.

She just kept breaking her promises to herself. Now this man knew her vulnerabilities. And honestly, she didnt care anymore.

She didnt want to be paranoid. She didnt want to be angry. Not at him, not at Security Puppet, not at ….henry, not even at william. She was so tired of feeling. Numbness was all she wanted.

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The man just sat next to her and looked up with her. It was a beautiful night. They could forget what just transpired for now, for both their sake. She was embarrassed in a way, but he didnt seem to hold anything against her.

I dont think he’s all that capable of judging me anyway.

A long time had passed, the woman's tears subsiding, though her messy makeup marked her pain for all to see.

They sat in silence for the next couple of hours, until the man spoke up.

“Miss?”

She hummed in acknowledgement.

“What do you want me to call you if not Ch- if not that other name.”

….

“Just call me Puppet for now.”

Another minute of silence.

“And what should I call you?” She asked.

It was about time they both introduced themselves properly anyway.

“.....Lefty” He responded rather sheepishly.

…..

“Lefty?”

“Yeah?”

“You have a really stupid name.”

Away from her vision, he grinned at the sparkling sky.

“I know.”

#Me dumb au #Theyre not entirely friends but they wouldn’t consider each other enemies :]#Sorry for grammar issues lol i wrote this in one sitting and i dont feel like editing x-x #btw its obivous something bad happened to lefty since hes a literal walking cage-#What triggered maris reaction was knowing it was security puppet who did that- like theres another william out there

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bloodsucker chapter 10: return to rose

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“are you going to tell your dad?” eren’s voice sounded form the kitchen. he was making food; probably for me. i had been here for the past two days. but before that, i hadn’t seen eren for a few weeks. or anyone really. not even sasha; i stayed within the confines of my room as i sat in the knowledge of my mom.

as soon as the high wore off; i snapped back to reality. feeling the burden of everything in an instant. there was an empty void in my body the first week, and anger the second. and now, i was throwing myself back into school and friends; trying to ignore the twinge of melancholy that would probably remain a pit in my stomach forever. reopening the wound my mom left when she deserted us was harder than i thought it would be. i guess the first time, i was able to distract myself enough to where i forgot what the pain was like.

but when i could talk to eren again; everything snapped back into place. he set my mind at ease, slightly, allowing me to put the pieces of my mom’s murder together. that’s really what made the biggest difference.

being around eren was comfortable; just quiet. he was less guarded with his emotions and features, but still confined about everything else. after clearing up questions about my mom; he avoided them like he usually does. “no. i don’t know how we would even go about that… there’s no body and it’s been years.” i knew that not telling my dad was a shitty thing to do, but it would keep him healthy.

each of us had our own distractions the first time. i drowned myself in historia’s friendship, while my dad chose alcohol. if he knew; it would just bring more pain onto him; something he didn’t need. he finally came to terms with her absence and sobered up by the time i left for sina.

eren had come over to my spot on the couch; but kept his distance. he was always doing that. either leaving his apartment, staying in another room, or putting space between us. “we could still figure out a way. say it was blackmail to you.. something like that,” his tone barred sympathy as he threw out options.

“without proof like that.. he would never believe it and would just spiral anyway.” i knew my decision was a judgment call. one that would keep my dad healthy, but in the dark. “does that make me a bad person?” i said aloud, but it came as a whisper. the guilt of this decision would rest next to the grief.

eren didn’t respond right away, “no. you’re doing what you think is best.” his body leaned closer to me, almost offering physical sympathy. but he stopped himself. “like you did?”

at first, i was angry that he waited so long to tell me. and now, i was in the same position. i’m worse for it, because i’m hiding my mothers death from her own husband and eren kept it from a stranger. it was easy to realize that he couldn’t have just waltzed up to me; telling me my mom was killed by vampires. i have an obligation and i’m choosing to ignore it.

his gaze became distant, like he was trapped in his own thoughts; just like i was. “yeah,” he sighed out.

“i should visit him. it’s been since the start of the semester anyway,” i thought out loud again. i always avoided going back home. time always seemed to stand still there; like i had never left. it wasn’t a comforting feeling; another reminder that my life at sina is just an illusion. i couldn’t imagine how it would be knowing the truth.

eren seemed to sense my unease, “okay. i’ll go,” his voice dragged, “only if you want me too.” the offer took me by surprise. even though he invited me to stay at his apartment, i couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn't want to be around me. but if he was willing to come along with me.. i must be overthinking it.

“yeah, that’d be good,” the guilt eased, knowing i wouldn’t have to lie to my dad’s face alone. eren slipped away from his spot on the couch, distancing himself toward the kitchen now that the conversation was over. a frown slipped onto my face. was this even a good idea?

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the decision to leave was made quickly. after calling my dad, he wanted to see me as soon as possible, but he was quiet when i mentioned the new name that would be coming with me. packing my things, i asked jean to come over to distract me from the low hum of nerves. this wasn’t a normal visit.

“he really shouldn’t even be going with you,” jean complained, packing all of my makeup into a bag. he wanted to help out; but i’d have to double check everything. he’s probably grabbing all the wrong products. “i called you over to help me pack, not question my decisions.”

his movements stopped, he started at me, trying to gauge my features. “i’m just saying.. you should be more cautious around him.” his fingers twisted around each other.

moving my hands in a ‘talking’ motion, i spoke gibberish to mock jean, “panties in a twist?” he stood firm even with my jokes. his face was serious, “he’s never hurt me,” i continued as the closet flashbacked before my eyes. i pushed the memory away quickly; he didn’t do it on purpose and i was fine, i reminded myself. eren had gone out of his way on multiple occasions to ensure my safety; jean was just anxious.

“it’s not eren i’m worried about. it’s what comes with him,” i got the feeling jean was talking about more than just bloodlust. did he know about his family, too? jean and i were both hiding things from each other; unsure of what we knew, and too scared to speak of it.

“yeah, i’ll be cautious, okay?” i said to keep his mind at ease, “but it’s just a short trip to rose. you know nothing happens there.” jean shot me a glace, remembering the time we went with connie and sasha. “right.. nothing,” jean laughed at the memory.

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the drive from oregon to washington was long. the hum of the road allowed me to sleep for most of it; leaving eren to drive the distance. it was the first time in a while that i had consistent and undisturbed sleep. as soon as my eyes opened; i wanted to keep them closed forever.

eren drew my attention away from sleep, looking over at me, “morning,” he joked as i noticed the sun setting behind us. his body was stiff in his chair, features slightly strained. “are you nervous?” my voice came out groggy, i coughed to get rid of the remaining sleep in my body. he shot me a look of offense, trying to relax in his seat more. it didn’t make as much of a difference as he thought.

“no definitely not,” he huffed a laugh through his nose. “ what’s your dad like?” his tone was casual, but it confirmed that he really was nervous. “ha!” i pointed at him, to mock, but he kept his eyes glued to the road.

i pushed the blanket off my body, leaving it in a heap at my feet. i stretched the rest of my body in the uncomfortably small space. “liar,” i muttered, shaking my head at him. “he has kind of a dry humor, always makes me laugh,” any sort of actual humor was drained when my mom left. i notice he’s more cheerful when i come back after not seeing him for a few months. “but he doesn’t like boys coming around..” i had to stifle another laugh.

i knew he wouldn’t like eren. the only boy he ever had liked is jean, for whatever reason. he just about kicked connie out on our last visit, and considering his favor to jean i don’t doubt he’ll give eren a hard time. i wouldn’t tell him that, though…

“so i’m fucked, basically,” he sighed, looking at me. his face contorted further in nerves, and his hands gripped the steering wheel. i could tell now that he was sweating lightly. i hadn’t really thought about the connection between the two, but i was now. his dad killed mine’s wife. yikes. the fact that he volunteered to come suddenly took me by surprise.

i laughed a little too hard at his response, “you’ll be fine!” i encouraged. he would be fine, my dad wouldn’t go too hard on him. but i don’t think that’s what either of us were worried about.

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“just park in the driveway,” i coordinated eren. nothing seemed to keep his nerves at bay, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. for the last half hour of the drive, i blasted embarrassing songs, hoping to at least distract him. but being so close, it didn’t really work.

gathering my stuff, i noticed eren pulling my door open before he made his way to the trunk in a motion to grab our bags, “leave ‘em, we can just get it later,” i encouraged, trying to get the ‘meet’ out of the way. he sighed, standing still for a minute. walking toward him, i reached for his hand. it was cold, as usual, but slightly clammy from his sweating. “you’ve never met a girl’s dad before?” i joked.

he pulled his hand away quickly, glaring. the challenge seemed to lighten his mood, just a bit. “please, more than you can count.” he made a quick escape to the front door, as i grabbed the key from my pocket.

the opening door wafted the scent of chili. the warm atmosphere comforted me, but only for a second. i spun around to eren quickly, “fuck!” i whispered, shoving him out of the door, “can you even eat normally?” i felt just as nervous as he looked, but his head turned downward in a laugh, “yeah, i’ll be fine,” he continued to chuckle as he pushed past me, back to the entrance.

“hey dad!” i called out loudly, trying to gauge where he was. he popped around the kitchen hallway, adorned in a pink floral apron, “y/n!” he made a bee-line towards me, grabbing me into a hug, “i’ve missed you!” his voice was higher than it usually was, in excitement. “missed you too,” mine was low, i hugged him even tighter. was i making the right decision? it was easy to convince myself i was when i wasn’t staring into his eyes.

he pulled away, examining my face, before his mood was ruined by the presence next to us, “and who are you,” he deadpanned, features moving into a look of disturbance. i removed his hands from my face, “dad, i told you, this is eren.”

eren immediately extended his hand out, “nice to meet you, sir.” i couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled in my throat at his formality. it was then that i noticed the effort he put into his appearance. his hair was down, and kempt, and his clothes were tighter fitting than usual. nothing fancy, but i wouldn’t doubt he put some thought behind it. if the circumstances weren’t what they were, i’d be swooning.

my dad unwillingly shook his hand, keeping a tight grip for as long as he could, “what happened to jean,” he faced me. eren jerked his head back slightly in surprise, eyebrows furring. “he’s back at sina. with connie, your favorite,” i set the record straight, more for eren than my dad.

his face contorted in what looked like anger, “don’t joke like that. fucker,” he muttered the last part. eren’s brows lifted in surprise. mine did too, but i couldn’t blame him. in the trip all of us took here, connie managed to accidentally kick off a house party; completely trashing it while me and my dad went out to dinner together. “he did apologize,” i defended, remembering how distraught connie was over being yelled at by a man who wasn’t even his father.

my dad lifted his hand, dismissing the chat, “you came at the right time, your favorite meal is done!” he walked back toward the kitchen, taking the obnoxious apron off. chili was my favorite when i was seven, but i wasn’t going to tell him that. anything that i showed interest towards, he would stock up the house with. eren widened his eyes, catching my attention.

giggling, i motioned for him to follow me into the dining room. my dad came around with three bowls, serving eren last. to think he’s grilled me on host-manners before, i couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling. “sina still treating you well,” he didn’t phrase it as a question; almost scared it wouldn’t be true.

“yeah, grades are up too!” i wouldn’t know; i hadn’t checked in a few weeks, but he didn’t need a reason to worry. “good.” the table was quiet for a moment, all of us digging into the food to avoid conversation. eren was slowly shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth, but it didn’t look like he was appetized. any other scenario, and i would be laughing my ass off at his discomfort.

“so eren, where are you from?” my dad probed with a dry tone. “shiganshina,” he was formal, but i could sense his discomfort with the question.

“i’ve heard of it. pretty far off?” eren and i stilled. eren hadn’t told me where my mom ended up, but i would assume it was there. i wonder if he knew? no, i reminded, there was no way she ever left any clues. “yeah, it’s closer to sina than here,” he went back to the bowl in front of him. his nerves were calmer, but it looked to be replaced with stress. i didn’t know what was going through his head, but it couldn’t have been anything good.

“your parents- what do they do,” it was a common question, but it made me stop breathing entirely. this was such a bad idea, why did i agree? eren gave me scraps about his parents; enough that i knew how fucked up the question was.

“my dad’s a doctor, and my mom bartended before she had me,” his voice came out smoothly, despite the bend of the truth. is that what they did before.. everything, then? “and what do you want to do?” i gripped my spoon tighter at my dad’s continued questionnaire. i hadn’t felt this way when he grilled connie, even jean. this time; it really irked me.

“i’m not sure yet, but i’m majoring in literature.” i was surprised at how easily he answered my fathers questions, given that he never did with mine.

he made a grunt in the back of his throat, “so undecided,” he was about to continue, but i didn’t let him. i rolled my eyes, dramatically, to draw attention away from eren, “i’m undecided too.” my dad shot me a look of uncertainty, but seemed to get the hint. “what have you been up to?” i tried to drag my dad away from playing twenty questions by playing it myself with him.

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gagging was muffled through my bathroom door. “eren, are you okay,” the sounds continued over the course of a few minutes. the door opened up quickly, revealing a paler than usual eren with bright pink lips. “yeah, i’m fine,” his voice was scratchy, and he coughed after the exertion of using his voice.

my eyebrows furrowed as he walked past me, further into my bedroom, “are you really not going to explain?”

“i can eat food, but it doesn’t get digested. so i have to throw it up,” his tone was bored; like he didn’t want to relive anything. couldn’t blame him, i tried to keep my features from cringing at the thought of needing to throw up any food.

“you should've told me.” he looked around my room. “i feel bad, my dad grilled you and then you spent five minutes throwing up.” sitting down on the corner of my bed, i picked at the sides of my nails.

“eh, don’t feel bad. i wanted to come, and i told you i’ve met girls fathers before,” he smirked at me. jealousy prickled in my stomach at the mention of it. eren grabbed a photo from the pin wall above my desk. he chuckled, picking it up to shove in my face.

it was from sophomore year; with historia. i swiftly snatched it from his hands, “don’t touch,” i placed it on the dresser on the other side of my room. the air smelled stiff from being still for so long. i didn’t feel connected to anything in this room. none of it was my life anymore. “how do you even know about that?” i probed, thinking back to the fair. how he seemed to know everything that happened between us.

he turned back to the wall of photos, examining them. “a little birdie told me,” he teased. i came right next to him, his skin tone had returned to normal. quick recovery. “a birdie being historia?” i figured it had to be her that told him, but it stung either way. i thought she had kept her mouth closed to anyone and everyone. who else knew?

eren pulled my attention back, “who’s that?” he pointed to another picture. porco. his face was half covered, barely visible as he kissed my cheek. historia had taken it when she came along on one of our dates. which now felt fucked up. i removed the pin from it and put it with the other picture.

he shot me a knowing look, “if you don’t like these people, why do you still have them up?” it was a question i had asked myself before, too. “memories. they still represent something good, i guess.” after trying to take them down once, i found myself smiling at them despite the pain of betrayal from both parties. a lot of memories remain untainted from that, and i wanted to keep it that way.

“wanna get ice cream?” i offered the distraction; for both of us. “or.. want to come with me as i get it?” i rephrased with the new knowledge that he wouldn’t be able to keep it down. i giggled at the offended look on his face as i led him out of the house; careful to avoid my dad.

we walked side by side down the street; there was no need to take a car. the streetlights had just turned on; triggered by the sun finally leaving the horizon. “i thought it would be bigger,” eren glanced around my neighborhood. “what?” i asked, not sure what he was referring to.

“rose,” he scanned my features, “i just envisioned it more of a city.” his gaze moved back to the landscape. around my house was a small set of other houses, followed by a lot of mountainous greenland. the time i spent here was boring; discluding the time i spent with historia. “not at all.. do you think i’m a hick?” i pushed on his shoulder lightly, creating more space between us. “what.. noo,” he teased back, dragging out his words.

“so rude!” a dramatic gasp hung in the air between us. “so shiganshina, huh.” i finally knew where he grew up, thanks to dad, i guess. “is that hick-y too?” i poked at him.

“it used to be, but it’s all urban now,” his eyes became deeper in thought, like he was trying to remember. “you won’t step foot there.” his tone changed, and so did his face, like he had remembered the wrong memory. it stoned over, like it used to be all the time. “was it always.. bad?” i treaded the conversation carefully. eren had eased up; but i didn’t want to set him off.

again, he seemed lost in thought, “no, i don’t think so. it’s hard to remember, though.” his voice was distance, but a smile was quick to tug at his lips, “i’ve always wanted to go to germany.”

pacing my steps to be in front of him, i turned to face him with my body. “why germany?” his green eyes locked with mine; my steps almost stuttered. “it’s where my mom grew up. i’ve always felt.. like maybe i’d feel more connected to her if i went.” he shrugged, like it wasn’t anything to him. but there was an undeniable sparkle in his eyes. “then we should go.” he threw me a look; like it was out of the question. too many probabilities and obstacles that would prevent it from happening. i knew that; but i didn’t want his eyes to dull. “you visited my homelands, i visit yours, it’s only fair.”

a dry laugh sounded around us, “ther-”

“oh look! were here!” i grabbed his pointer finger and joined it with mine, dragging him along the twenty or so feet to the doorway of the creamery. there was no line- the weather was too cold and darkness already blanketed the world around us.

“hi, just one mint chip cone please,” i spoke to the employee. i didn’t need to look at any of the flavors; i always got the same thing from here. “you would like mint chip,” he gave me a dirty look; and i returned it with an offended one. the employee looked to eren to take his order, but blinked a few times. she scanned him up and down, and i couldn’t help but clutch his finger tighter. “that’ll be all,” he answered the unasked question, with a kind tone. he looked at our fingers; probably feeling the extra pressure.

i had no right to be jealous, really. but she was pretty, and if eren wanted her i’m sure he could have her. it reminded me what we were; and it wasn’t romantic between us. a sigh slipped through at the thought. why was i even here with eren?

the girl handed my cone over the counter before grabbing the receipt, “thank you,” came from my mouth, but eren all but ignored her. he scanned my face over, but i broke eye contact, looking in the direction we started walking again. my feet stopped in their tracks, registering who was walking through the door. he looked just as surprised, “y/n,” it was a greeting, but it felt like the words had slipped through with surprise.

“porco..” i moved the balance on my feet uncomfortably. the last time i even saw him he was naked with historia. the images shot through the front of my brain; bringing all the emotions with it. what was he doing back here?

eren’s heavy arm being slung around my shoulders drew me out of my head. his hand gripped down my arm, pulling me closer to his body. it might’ve slapped me back into reality, but i didn’t know what to say. what should i say? proco broke the silence, “you her boyfriend?” his tone was bitter; like he had any right to feel any emotion towards me or eren.

“yep,” eren answered quickly and confidently, moving his hand to the arch in my back, pushing me forward. my feet responded, walking by porco. a short girl stood behind him; but i barely noticed her. all i could register was that she looked like a cheap copy of historia. dodged a bullet, i guess. i laughed at the thought.

the cool of the air fully brought me out of my thoughts. seeing him caught me off guard, but he wasn’t causing me any new pain. i guess i had completely gotten over all that. then again, it was historia that had caused the most hurt; and i don’t think i was over that. “what an asshole,” eren scoffed, removing his hands from around me, putting distance between us on our walk back.

i was quick to close it, sliding my arm though his, locking our hands together. “boyfriend, huh,” i batted my eyelashes, mocking him. my heat was beating a thousand times faster; it had registered that he got defensive over me. i couldn’t wipe the smile off my face even if i tried. “whatever,” he was stern on keeping his eyes away from mine and on the street in front of us.

jean would’ve done the same for me, even connie, but i couldn’t help but feel giddy over it. i wouldn’t have expected eren too; he’s not like the two of them. “you were jealous,” i was obviously joking; but i hoped if i got him riled up he might admit something. might.

“and if i was?” his eyes briefly met mine as i took a bite of my cone. “that was your ex right?” ern continued in my silence. i didn’t want to respond; admitting that porco of all people was my ex was embarrassing. “what now you’re quiet?” he unclasped his hand from mine, jabbing his fingers into my stomach, attempting to tickle me.

“don’t!” i yelled, almost at the top of my lungs. i removed my arm from around his, grabbing my stomach and backing away, “fuck you!” my laugh echoed down the empty street, soon joined by his, “don’t like tickling?” he poked fun at my distraught features. “does anyone?” i rhetorically asked, before running back over to him, jumping onto his shoulders and lightly choking him with my arm. the other held the ice cream limply.

one of his hands held my forearm, keeping it from actually choking him. the other came around to my knee, holding me in a familiar position. this time, he worked his hand further up my thigh. he wasn’t restricted with keeping it at my knee. my other leg swung around his waist, interlocking with my other leg to stay on his back firmly.

all of my worries and fears that i came to rose with were gone. i knew my feelings for eren hadn’t disappeared, but i was faced with them right now. and i wasn’t sure what made them even stronger than before, but the butterflies began to suffocate me. breathing the same air as eren kept me from feeling light headed.

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“bye dad, i love you,” my arms were wrapped tightly around him. it was then that i noticed he felt heavier than usual. like he had gained some weight. that was good. you’re making the right decision, i reminded myself. “drive safe,” his hand came up to squeeze my cheek. i made my way towards eren’s car, the door was already unlocked.

“it was nice to meet you,” i could hear eren sucking up behind me. turning, i laughed at the sight of another unwanted handshake from the both of them. eren picked our bags back up; his was giant, maybe three times the size of mine.

he walked to the trunk, as i waved to my dad who was walking back through the front door. “what’s up with the big ass bag?” i taunted him, chucking.

“i have to keep myself pampered,” he didn’t pay me much attention as he stuffed the bags in the back. “come on, get in.” he opened the door for me. i kicked off my shoes immediately, criss-crossing my legs on the chair in preparation for the long drive i knew we had ahead of us. i couldn’t believe we made the same one yesterday; we probably should’ve stayed an extra night here, but i knew eren wasn’t comfortable.

i couldn’t keep my eyes off eren as he changed gears, my face heating. with the realization, i tucked my head into the window. “eren?” i spoke confused, noticing he took the wrong entrance to the highway. “wrong road, dumbass,” i turned to look back at him, but he was confident.

“no, this is the right one,” a small smile twitched on his lips as he turned the music up in an attempt to drown me out.

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#eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger fanfiction #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger smut #attack on titan #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman

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endcrman · 2 years

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sarcophile

"Have you ever eaten someone?"

"Accusations of my cannibalism have never been proven in a court of law-"

Maybe that wasn't the right way to phrase it, like, at all.

"Scar!" Grian sounded annoyed as the door slammed open, which was never a good sign. Or maybe frustrated? Something along those lines. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

"Grian! What brings you here, to my humble abode?" Scar turned to face him as he spoke, arms spread wide, trying to defuse the situation as much as possible as soon as possible.

Grian blinked, that sour emotion slipping off of his face only to be replaced by actual annoyance, so that hadn't been the tone he was using before. "Scar, I live here. With you."

"Oh yeah!" Scar hummed, tapping his chin as though he'd forgotten. He hadn't of course, but keeping the conversation running smoothly was the key to calming the other down. Plus, false confusion led to some less-serious, more amusing outbursts at times.

"Oh yeah?!" Grian repeated incredulously, sputtering. Had he been in his usual state, he probably would have let out a couple of indignant chirps too, Scar loved to pull those out of him. "Scar! This is serious!"

"What's serious?" Maybe he wouldn't be able to calm Grian down, he seemed too worked up already. A shame. "You haven't told me anything yet, G."

Grian moved in a familiar way— he always shifted his shoulders like that when his feathers puffed up, it must be habit or something now. It just looked a little silly like this, nothing visually attached to his back. Scar couldn't help but snicker.

"Scar!" And that little sound had upset Grian again, his face was so red. Was he embarrassed? Or maybe just really, really angry with him. Scar didn't think he'd done anything to upset him lately, at least not that badly.

"Okay, okay," Scar raised his hands, trying to calm the other down some, sort of as if he were one of the Jellies outside. "I'm listening."

Grian was silent for a moment, clearly working up the courage to say whatever he needed to say. That was alright, Scar had all the time in the world for Grian.

Having all the time in the world for him did not mean that Scar's mind wouldn't wander, however, and he was quickly pulled out from whatever train of thought he was having by Grian's voice cutting through the silence, however quiet it was.

"Have you ever eaten someone?"

Oh. That wasn't what he'd been expecting at all. In fact, he really hadn't expected to talk about this subject at all with anybody other than Cub. He should have though, he should have seen this coming, with the initial panic Grian had shown when the hunger had reared its ugly head. Scar opened his mouth.

"Please don't say yes." Grian's voice cracked, and Scar's mouth snapped shut again.

Okay, a not-truth then. He could do that.

"Oh void, don't lie either." The other's voice was shaking now. Scar cursed him silently in his head.

"Accusations of my cannibalism have never been proven in a court of law-" ineloquently stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it, intoned as a joke, or at least he hoped.

Grian's pupils shrank, and he spun around, hands covering his mouth as he looked anywhere but at Scar. Maybe that wasn't the right way to phrase it, like, at all.

"They- they didn't mind-" Scar quickly tried to mend whatever he had just broken. "I mean- well- It wasn't anybody who wouldn't respawn-"

Scar heard Grian retch, though with all the eating Scar had been doing lately, he knew there was nothing to evacuate. Oh. This must be why.

"You- you ate people who were going to remember?!" Grian's voice had gone comically high-pitched. At least, it would be comical if it were any other situation, and not a conversation Scar was fumbling so badly.

"They didn't mind! Really!" Scar insisted, digging around in his head, trying to remember what exactly they'd said about it at the time. It had been years ago at this point, he couldn't be expected to remember at this point. "They were dying either way, you know Hermitcraft! It's all games there, Grian! Fun back and forth, play fighting, respawn, that sort of thing!"

"Hermitcraft-" Grian repeated in a whispered tone, and he was shaking, trembling even.

Oh. Scar had fucked up big time now, he never wanted to see Grian like this, never wanted to be the cause of… this. He wanted to keep Grian happy, smiling, or at least teasingly frustrated with him, he promised himself after that fateful day in the desert. He really messed up.

Grian pulled him out of his thoughts, whirling around to glare daggers at him, Scar's throat closing up a bit as he saw Grian's red-rimmed eyes. He'd never had someone get so upset with him over this before.

"You—" His voice was dripping with something Scar had never heard from him before. "You said I wouldn't have to!" Grian's voice wobbled even with the roundabout accusation.

"You don't," Scar assured him, trying to keep his own voice calm, reasonable. It was taking everything in him not to just pull his friend into his arms and hold him there, he had a feeling Grian wouldn't really appreciate that right now. "I never lied to you. You don't have to."

Grian's mouth opened and closed for a moment until he finally found his words again. "But- You did."

Scar shrugged, he didn't really know how else to respond to a statement like that. "I did. I didn't have to, nobody forced me to. They… like I said earlier, they didn't mind."

Apparently something he said struck a wrong cord, because Grian sobbed. Oh. Uh oh.

"Grian…" Scar kept his voice soft, stepping forward a little. "Grian, if you want I could- I mean- well-" He grunted softly in annoyance at himself, of course he could speak in every situation except this one. "I could ask Etho to come over, if that'd help. You can talk to him."

"W-why would I want to talk to Etho?" That seemed to confuse Grian enough to stop him from crying so hard, even if the tears were still welling up in his eyes.

"Well- you know- because I…" Scar trailed off, watching as Grian's eyes suddenly widened.

"You ate him?!" Grian yelped, looking more startled than anything else at the moment. Maybe that was a good thing.

"Well, you know," Scar laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Things happened, we may have gotten a little out of hand."

There was a shuddery breath from Grian. "And he didn't care?"

Well, better than the accusatory tone. Scar shook his head. "Not really, I mean, I had to get all his stuff and put it in a chest for him, but that's just normal stuff, y'know?"

"Normal stuff," Grian repeated, stumbling back a little, quickly holding up his hand to stop Scar when he rushed forward to help him. "I'm going to lay down."

"Okay." Scar kept his voice soft again, watching as Grian slowly lowered himself onto the bed. He looked so shaken, it wasn't normal.

Grian was silent for a little, eyes closed, clearly trying to regulate his breathing. Scar felt horrible, guilty, he'd never wanted to put Grian through this.

"Are you mad at me?" The childish question escaped him before he could even think about it. Well clearly Grian wasn't very happy with him!

Apparently though, Grian had to think about the answer, taking his time before slowly shaking his head. "No," he croaked out, almost silently. Scar felt a rush of relief at the answer, but not enough.

"Is this… why you haven't been eating?" He asked softly, moving closer to the bed now.

Grian's face twisted up into something ugly, an expression Scar had never seen on his face before, and still the other didn't bother to open his eyes, not yet.

"Scar," he started out, after another long silence, needing to think, "have you ever been forced to do something you never wanted to?"

Scar felt his throat closing up again, suddenly beginning to understand. A hot flash of anger ran through him, lingering even on this yellow life, far longer than it should have. A burning hatred made its home in his chest before he managed to temporarily stamp it out, focusing on the other in front of him. "Oh, Grian," he barely managed, a hand making its way to the vex's shoulder.

Another deep breath before he continued. "Every time-" His voice wobbled, his body trembling under Scar's touch. "Every time I try to eat, I'm- I feel it, the hunger, and I-" Another sob wracked through his body. "I'm afraid it's going to be- it's going to be- that I wasn't able to stop myself and it's actually-" He was cut off by another sob, and this time, Scar couldn't help but pull Grian into a hug now.

Grian didn't seem to mind, contrary to how angry he had been earlier, clinging to Scar as if he would die if the other let him go. Scar held him close, squeezing him so hard he almost felt it himself, but Grian was holding on just as tight, crying into his shoulder. Scar startled himself a little as his wings wrapped around the two of them, but Grian didn't seem to care, or maybe even notice, face hidden from sight as he trembled and sobbed.

"I don't- I can't- Not again-" Grian couldn't form a sentence, it seemed, but that was fine. Scar could talk enough for the both of them.

"Grian, shh," he cooed softly, which seemed to instantly relax Grian, if just a little bit. "You won't," he promised, a hand moving up, threading through the other's hair, petting him in a way. "You don't have to, you never will," Scar murmured, beginning to rock the two of them ever so slightly, listening for any sign that Grian was calming down.

"Do I have to want to?" Grian asked almost petulantly, if it weren't through his tears.

Scar chuckled softly, continuing to gently run his fingers through his hair. "But you don't want to," he reminded him, gently. "Instincts aren't wants, and it's certainly not a need either," Scar murmured, feeling Grian slowly starting to relax against him.

"But- but what if I have to defend myself, and- and after-" He was getting himself worked up again.

"Nothing would happen," Scar assured him, cutting off that line of thought as soon as he realized where it was going. "You're not a slave to the hunger, Grian, I promise. It's not going to force you into anything, or try to trick you. It's just a dumb instinct, okay?"

"But if I've already done it once-"

"You didn't want to then either," Scar was becoming a pro at cutting Grian off tonight, "and there's nobody here who would make you. Especially not yourself." And if anybody did, Scar would be quick to end them, rules be damned. This went beyond the game.

Grian went quiet after that, taking soft shuddery breaths still as he clutched so tightly to Scar. At least he was starting to calm down a bit, breathing evening out the longer the two of them sat there.

"I'm sorry," Grian croaked out, breaking the long silence.

"Don't be," Scar only hummed, squeezing Grian a little tighter.

"You didn't even let me say what for," Grian complained, trying to pull away a bit to look up at Scar. Scar didn't let him.

"Don't need to, whatever it is you don't have to be," Scar promised, pressing a kiss to the top of Grian's head, silencing him again with the small action.

Eventually, after some more time passed, Scar shifted to lay the two of them down on the bed, Grian easily allowing himself to be pulled down with him. It was all too natural, having Grian in his arms like this, Scar never wanted to let go.

Instead of saying anything of that sort, Scar continued with a non-sequitur. "I think we have a carrot or two."

"Mm?" Grian seemed a little out of it as the muffled hum left him, after a breakdown like that, Scar couldn't blame him.

"Carrots, I could plant them for you. They grow decently fast, and they shouldn't set anything off."

Scar felt Grian's arms squeeze a little around his middle, tightening for just a moment before relaxing again. "I'd love that."

Scar felt his chest warm at those words, unable to help himself from pressing another kiss into Grian's hair. If asked, he could always claim it platonic.

"If you let me go before sundown, I'll plant them this evening," Scar offered, only squeezing Grian tighter as he felt the other start to pull away at his words. "Only when you want to."

He could feel the hesitation radiating off his soulmate, but soon enough Grian relaxed into his hold again.

"Soon," Grian murmured, face buried still in Scar's shirt. "It's early still, I shouldn't need this for too long."

"It's okay if you do," Scar quickly assured him, squeezing again. "I'll do it in the morning if that's the case."

Grian snorted softly. "It's hardly noon."

"It's already noon," Scar groaned dramatically, making Grian laugh. Good.

"You are a ridiculous man." This time Scar allowed Grian to pull away from him just enough to look each other in the eyes. Grian's were still watery, smile wobbling, but it was real.

"I could be more ridiculous," Scar offered, feeling a big grin cross his own face. "If you'd like."

Grian snorted again, hiding his face once more as he shook ever so slightly with laughter. "I don't know if I'd be able to handle that. You're already such a handful."

They were so warm laying here, tangled together. If Scar tried hard enough, he could almost feel the desert sun beating down on them again. He had missed moments like this.

"But I'm your handful, you're stuck with me," Scar teased. He liked to imagine that even if he weren't, Grian would still choose him. He knew he couldn't be sure though. Scar quickly chased those thoughts from his head before they became an aching in his chest, focusing on the here and now instead.

The here and now was Grian very clearly rolling his eyes, even if Scar couldn't see his face, he always tilted his head ever so slightly with the motion. He felt the fondness of the accompanying smile through the fabric of his shirt, not worrying too much about the actual action rather than the meaning behind it.

"You're so cheesy." Grian sounded amused, which was so much better than before. That meant Scar's attempts at cheering him up were actually working.

Scar hummed, feeling his wings fluff up with the positive feelings course through him. He still didn't get when or why they'd do things like this, but maybe he'd be able to get an easier read on Grian in the future.

Grian pulled away just a bit, and this time Scar let him, more than a little happy to find out he wasn't leaving his arms, not yet.

Instead the other slowly reached out, carefully petting Scar's wings, smoothing out the feathers and making him shiver slightly. "They do look good on you," Grian murmured after a moment, sighing softly. "Not quite your color though."

"Oh?" Scar felt like he was floating a bit, gaze focused on Grian's hand, slowly running his fingers through his feathers. “And what would be my color?”

“Feel like you should have more… sparrow-like wings,” he mused, easily keeping Scar’s focus as he continued to gently arrange the feathers. “Or a bright blue, like how your vex wings are.”

“You’ve never seen me with my vex wings,” Scar laughed softly, a hand moving to trace along where they would be on Grian’s back. “You didn’t even keep them for yourself.”

Grian made a little face at that, scrunching up his nose. “Made me uncomfortable they weren’t mine, they were pretty though,” he said, as if that didn’t make Scar blush, “I think you should keep them, sometimes.”

“They don’t sit very well when I use my wheelchair,” Scar explained.

“You don’t use it all the time,” Grian protested gently, and it took everything in Scar not to scrunch up his own nose.

“Yeah but… it takes a lot of energy to hide them, the kinda energy I don’t have when I want my wheelchair.” He was still gently running his fingers along where the wings should be. Grian’s own fingers had stilled, though still resting on Scar’s feathers. “Couldn’t imagine trying to fit in a wheelchair with these.”

Grian hesitated a little again, eyes flickering up to meet Scar’s before looking down again, guiltily. “You’ve… been alright, right? Since the change? I hadn’t really thought about it.” They had determined pretty early on that Scar’s chronic pain didn’t carry over, which was a very good thing, considering there was no way Grian would be used to it.

“Clearly you’ve had other things on your mind,” Scar hoped that would quell his anxieties, at the very least. “It’s been a bit difficult, with the lack of magic,” he admitted, waving his hand in the air a little, before allowing it to fall back down to Grian’s hip. “It’s a lot less muted, but not nearly as bad as it’s been in the past,” he explained, not wanting the other to worry.

“I’m sor-”

Scar pressed his hand to Grian’s mouth, grinning a bit as that shut him up. “Nope. No sorries. I’m fine, you’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

He saw the mischievous, defiant look in Grian’s eyes before he realized what it meant for him.

He yelped, pulling away suddenly as he felt a wetness against his palm. “Grian! Yuck!”

Grian rolled away from him in that moment, laughing as he just about fell off the bed, barely managing to catch himself on his feet. “What did you think I was going to do?”

“Not act like a twelve year old?” Scar huffed, wiping his hand off on the sheets beneath him. “Yuck. Ew. I can’t believe you,” he said, even while trying not to laugh as well.

“Get up and plant some carrots with me,” Grian insisted, grin still wide on his face as Scar continued to dramatically wipe his hand long after it had dried. “You promised.”

“I don’t know if I want to anymore,” Scar pouted, feeling himself being pulled out of the bed by Grian’s hands grabbing at his wrists, groaning even more dramatically. “Okay, okay. Fine, let’s go.”

When he finally stood, Scar swore he felt every single one of his joints pop, grunting softly. He was so caught up in stretching out his wings, he didn’t notice Grian moving closer to wrap his arms tightly around him, humming softly, face hidden in his chest a little.

“Thanks, for everything,” Grian murmured before pulling away, his cheeks tinged red, but otherwise unaffected. Scar’s on the other hand felt like they were burning up for some reason. Then Grian turned on heel, quickly heading for the door. “Let’s go, before it gets too late.”

“Right-” Scar more felt his voice crack than heard it, clearing his throat. “Right!” And he was following Grian through the door. Maybe after all the hard work he could convince Grian to cuddle up with the Jellies with him, they deserved it after today.

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #double life smp #dlsmp #desert duo #mcyt #gtws #scarian #not canon compliant #cannibalism tw #writing #my post #vexing circumstances

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lahooozaherr · 5 months

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I’m posting this here because I want to gather my thoughts on it somewhere but….

I do empathize with those who are pressuring celebs to say more. To an extent. There are celebs higher up on the “food chain” that would probably receive less consequences than others for speaking out (or not idk I could be wrong, it’s just my observation). But it’s obvious now that most of the time they’ve been receiving some kind of consequence and they’re not entirely immune to it.

I mainly empathize because when speaking out about this lately I’ve felt almost alone, like I’m screaming into a void. I know I’m not REALLY alone in it, especially on company I keep on social media. Also, with the way the media has been, suppression of Pro-Palestinian sentiment (suspecting this is happening on my insta), etc.

HOWEVER….

As I’ve seen similar opinions on here, I agree that we can’t rely on famous people to save us and do the work. Would having their voice help? Sure, but when they actually know what they’re talking about and not contributing to the cesspool of misinformation.

But that isn’t a reason to become complacent and not do our own work. Celebrities have always disappointed us and will continue to.

In regard to Pedro, we don’t know and we may never really know what his situation is. I don’t personally feel like it’s our business, like I do with all things in his personal life! As much as I love him, and even I hope someday we get to hear his voice on things again, he’s not going to save us. I’m not going to ride hard on celebs having exceptions, but they’re human as well and just as fallible. Although, I did want to point out that:

Pedro and his family were political refugees. I’d like to think (I’m not assuming or asserting either) that he has an idea of what he’s doing. We can’t act like he hasn’t been in these shoes somewhat before, or at least seen it through his parents.

He now has several siblings in spotlights and gaining notoriety aside from him. I’m sure he considers their safety just as much as any of us would with our own families.

He might also be very popular on the internet and wanted for all kinds of projects, but he doesn’t have the influence some prominent figures do. I’ve seen this factor pointed out in several posts as well. Pedro is definitely someone that isn’t immune to the backlash he could receive.

I understand with all of this, everything going on, is extremely difficult to witness and try to reconcile with on the inside. I know I’m probably just repeating what many have already said and fumbling over myself a little. I don’t (or at least no longer) subscribe to a lot of celeb culture and have learned to no longer look to them for things like this. It doesn’t make it any less frustrating when they don’t use their voices. But I just don’t think it’s that black and white. Although I usually err to not feel bad for rich people.

SO! With that being said, I’m feeling the pain as well. It’s been very difficult for me to learn how to mourn and feel like I’m not losing my mind over Gaza and how too many people are not treating it as serious as it is. Or don’t see how connected we all really are (nor do I ever assert that my pain could even compare to Palestinians and those with more proximity to the situation).

But we’re privileged with free speech ourselves (I say that with a shakey hand gesture in some cases). It’s our duty to use it for those who can’t and, if anything, especially when celebs or figures with more of a platform can’t or won’t.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly describe the pain I know a lot of us feel over this. I understand how easy it is to react rather than respond, become angry (a lot of the anger in general is valid), to get wrapped up in the online politics over whose saying or not saying what.

But the best thing we can do about it is to do that work ourselves.

I’m lowkey nervously posting this because I don’t typically write up posts like this on here but I’m trying to move past that discomfort. I know it’s just another layer of white supremacy to not say or do anything for fear of not getting it right the first time. I’m sure there’s many good points against what I’ve said and I do my best to continue to be an “always evolving and learning” kind of person.

But just to bring it back to what I’m saying: we have free speech and can use it, and we should. Our words have power even when we don’t feel like they do. Maybe sometimes I empathize to my detriment (working on that lol) but I digress.

We can’t rely on celebs to do it all for us. ACTUALLY, we need that energy focused on our elected officials. Because if anything, this is an even BIGGER mask off moment for them. That’s a whole other problem I won’t get into on here, but still.

If you read this and write me off as just trying to justify silence for my fave celeb, then you’re allowed to have that opinion. If I’m ever proven wrong I have no problem owning up to that. I’m just not waiting around for them to say something before I do.

#angel rambles #I apologize in advance that this was longer than I originally meant for it lol

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companionjones · 1 year

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Impromptu Flying Lesson

Pairing: Han Solo x Reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Summary: You’re forced to fly the Falcon on a mission for the rebels. How does Han react to you not doing that well a job?

Warnings: Slight cursing, Han being an ass

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“I’m not doing it.”

“Oh yes, you are.” Han hastily climbed into the cockpit.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are!”

“Han, I am not a pilot! I’m sorry, but we need to find another way out of here.”

Solo was exasperated as he turned to you. “Y/n, my co-pilot is back there, barely alive. I, myself, have got a few mortal scrapes and bruises. Our only option is for you to climb into that pilot’s seat, and get us out of here.”

“But Han--”

“I said get into the pilot’s seat!” Han’s voice boomed through the cabin.

It was enough for you to flinch. Without another thought, you followed Han’s intense order and tried your best to get the Falcon in the air.

“No, pull up...Up! Up, Y/n!...Okay, now avoid that huge mountain right there. I said avoid. Avoid! A-VOID! Y/n! Be careful with my ship!”

“I’m trying!”

Han rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right...”

It was a less than smooth flight, to say the least. It was a miracle you and Han got the Falcon back to the Rebel Base in one piece, more or less.

Luke and Leia were waiting for you when you got back. They were there to witness Han lecturing you as you and Han helped Chewie off the Millennium Falcon.

“How many times do I have to tell you? It’s the propulsion to go, and the brakes to stop!”

“I know you use the brakes to stop,” you grumbled, “I’m not an idiot.”

“Really? Because you sure looked like one up there.”

As soon as you got Chewie into a stretcher, you turned and headed back to your quarters without sparing anyone else a glance.

Han watched you go with a pissed-off look on his face. The only thing that got his eyes off you was Leia flicking the back of his head.

“What is wrong with you?” she scolded the tall man, “How dare you speak to Y/n like that?”

Solo immediately defended himself. “You should’ve seen them, Princess. They almost tore a hole through the middle of my ship!”

Luke then cut in, “But what happened? That was supposed to be a recognisance mission.”

“Then you might need to check that mighty force of yours, because that is not what happened.”

Leia brought back her previous subject. “Han, you better go apologise to Y/n right now.”

Han scoffed, “Like hell--” He was cut off by a distant and angry roar from Chewbacca. Han understood his best friend. Reluctantly, he huffed, “Fine,” and followed in your footsteps to your sleeping quarters.

When he got there, Han stood outside your door for a few seconds as he calmed himself down. He opened his mouth to call out to you, but nothing came out because he heard your sobs from inside your room.

The sounds made his whole body freeze up. Slowly, Han raised his fist and softly knocked on your door.

You sniffled, “Go away, please.”

“It’s me.”

There was silence on the other side of the door for a bit longer than Han liked. He debated saying something else, or leaving you be, when the door opened.

Han was met with your tear-stained face.

“Here to yell at me again?” you questioned.

Han didn’t respond.

You continued, “Maybe to add one more thing to the list the length of the galaxy filled with the things that I did wrong? Maybe to--”

Han pulled you to his chest.

You gasped at first. Then settled against him. Then, you let a few more tears fall.

“I was scared too,” Han admitted, “That’s why I yelled. I was scared I wouldn’t get you--us,” he corrected, “back home.”

The two of you stood there for a few moments, you in Han’s arms.

“We need to get you to the med bay with Chewie.”

“I am going to teach you to fly the Falcon, if it kills me.”

You had both spoken at the same time.

“No way. On any planet. Am I ever getting into the cockpit of that thing again.”

“Oh, come on! They don’t need to check me out. I’m doing fine-ugh.”

Again, you spoke over each other.

And so, the bickering continued. Though some (Leia) would say it was out of your caring for Han that you were yelling at him to go to the med bay, and Han was only trying to give you flying lessons to get closer to you.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you!

#han #han solo #han x reader #han solo x reader #star wars #impromptu flying lesson #harrison ford #companion jones

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outpost51 · 8 months

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Snippet Asks

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💙share a snippet where a character falls out of love a little

listen i'm not saying dillon was in love-in love but tell me you could be in a room with the big bastard for longer than five minutes and not at least admit he's a little charming

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“Your mother keeps a perfectly good baseball bat in the hall closet, what did that poor lamp ever do to you?”

Dillon looked down at the device in her hand; the neck was bent at an awkward angle, the head dangling loosely by a single wire. “It’s a piece of shit from SWEDE, I can get another one.” She retrieved the bat from the closet on her way to the stairs anyway, just because it was more practical, not because Zadimus was right. “My mom is gonna be so pissed if that motherfucker broke anything.”

“Doubtful,” Zadimus scoffed as he trotted ahead.

“That she’ll be pissed?”

“No, that it broke anything, I have no doubts your mother will skin us both alive if there’s a mess she has to clean when she gets home from vacation.” He snapped and the basement door swung open, and shortly after, he dove into the darkness with a single beat of his wings.

“Showoff,” Dillon huffed under her breath. “At least turn on the light, not all of us have super demon vision.” She hit the switch at the top of the steps.

Something oily and black was leaking out of the deep freeze.

She turned the lights back off.

There was a flash, a growl, a crash, and a series of wet crunching sounds that, like a train wreck, Dillon didn’t want context for, but she couldn’t stop her curiosity. She turned on the lights.

Zadimus ripped into the soul’s abdomen, spraying ichor across the wall and ceiling beside him. It faded to vapor almost immediately, but it didn’t stop the visceral fear holding Dillon’s heart in a vise.

Maybe she could be afraid of him.

She turned the lights off again and shut the door, then went to the kitchen to get a drink to nurse at the table while she waited for Zadimus to do his thing. Clearly he had it handled. It was easy to forget what he was while he was smug and smarmy and being so very good at sex. “I thought you said it was immediate,” she said softly as his claws clicked quietly on the tile with his approach.

“I have to chew, Dillon, I’m not a snake.”

She glared at him.

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highkey chapter 8 took me almost six months to write

So Zadimus let Dillon poke and prod his fading bruises; the single rib fracture that had started righting itself, the kink in his tail he’d already straightened in the back seat with someone’s hoodie in his mouth to muffle the grunt of pain it had wrung from him. That one smarted a bit, and he gave her a token wince so she’d have something to fuss over. He had been around long enough to know mortals needed to fret and tend to each other after a fight, to regain some control over something when everything else had been more or less out of it. He would never know the fear of a final death, but he understood it, and he had felt the stain it left behind once or twice in his thousand years.

He lifted the pads of her fingers to his lips and kissed the worry from each one, letting the tingle of magic distract her from their ordeal long enough to steal another kiss from her mouth. “See? I’m fine.”

He might have been, but she wasn’t — with her worrying hands at last sated to stillness, Zadimus could see where blood had dried beneath her fingernails, where boiling ichor had stained her knuckles an angry red, where she’d cut her lip either with her own teeth or while she was ripping the wraith apart. Flecks of darkness stubbornly clung to the outer edges of her irises. There was that glimpse again: scarlet braid, leather and metal, sturdy hips and silk-over-steel thighs, and the most vibrantly green eyes he’d ever seen.

There was nothing hard about Dillon except her damned head, but she hadn’t lived through war, famine, pestilence — only a pale horse roamed her pastures, yet she was neither afraid of its bray nor its bite. Her struggles all lived in her heart, and somehow it had still remained as chiffon-soft as the rest of her.

He’d recognize those eyes anywhere, though. Like sunlight reflecting off a dragon’s scales, sharp as a sword and twice as lethal, and when he found himself caught in her gaze—

“Zadimus?”

—the tenderness stabbed him with want so deep, so fathomless, he thought it might actually kill him.

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The room fell silent as they all looked towards the empty thirteenth seat.

The double doors at the back of the room slammed open, pushed by an unseen wind.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Stilettos on marble would usually pique Acheron’s interest, and they did, at first, as he followed the black patents up a set of well-toned legs to a sharply-tapered, knee-length pencil skirt, silk blouse, tailored blazer, small gold cross, severely pursed lips, upturned nose, eyes filled with righteous anger… oh dear, he thought, please don’t let this be—

“Pamela Foster,” the newcomer clipped. “Castlebury Park. Sorry I’m late, the homeowner’s association meeting ran long because some people don’t seem to understand neighborhood beautification standards exist for a reason, and a black garage door is an eyesore.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Acheron,” Sterling hissed. His chair scraped as he rose, knocking into his hovering servant. If he noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. “This? This is the fabled new bloodline? What’s she going to do, ask to speak to the manager?”

“Mister La Croix and I have already spoken, actually, thank you.” Pam took her seat at the end of the table. Acheron didn’t miss the mild panic flitting across Jedediah’s face and the subtle scoot of his chair away from her. Interesting. “We’re here because of my turning, correct?”

#listen. listen i love pam a lot okay. i love pam so much.#my fic #sneeps.txt #the arsonist chronicles #unlikely adventures

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ephemerensis · 2 years

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Immortal // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

renaissance period AU where Tim is an artisan. not proofread, very rushed. it’s kinda angsty? good amount of fluff, i’m so tired i feel like tim gets a little ooc here, maybe i shouldve picked a different batboy :/

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“If you were a Greek god, what do you think you would be the god of?”

It was peaceful today. The both of you under the shade of a willow tree. His back rested against the rough bark, hands running through the tangles in your locks as he stared serenely at the blooming scenery of the spring lake sprawled before you. Your head rested on his thigh, laying down on the grass by the shore, as your hand gently weaved ribboning ripples along the surface of the shallows; the bolder fish drew to the surface and scurried back down again when they discovered no sustenance to be present.

You turned your head towards Tim, eyes flickering up inquisitively with a smile.

“Everything there is to be ruled over has already been claimed, what is there left to choose?”

His chuckle vibrated through you as he moved his gaze from the lake to match yours, pausing to rephrase his question.

“Just theoretically… if no one had a hold on anything or… something like that.”

His hands stopped their ministrations with your hair as you readjusted yourself to sit next to him properly, running your lake dampened hand along the fabric of your clothing as you contemplated it.

“Well, I think maybe the god of clumsiness or never running on time would suit me,” you joked, “but I don’t know. I can’t say I’ve thought of it before.”

God. What a grand title. To be one meant to integrate, embody, whatever it was you ruled over and that was it. You didn’t feel like much of anything.

Your body fell to the side slightly, leaning more on Tim than the tree as you let your stare drift back to the water, letting it linger as before.

“I think clumsy is a little bit of an understatement,” Tim joked.

Rolling your eyes, you punched his arm lightly. It wasn’t like you could disagree. A lack of balance and a knack for unawareness seemed to be the perfect brewing for a maladroit existence. But Tim was just the opposite. Graceful, poised, contemplative.

“Well what would you suggest then?”

“The god of light?” He answered, “You’re radiant. Everything about you shines and as dark as life gets, you always brighten it up.”

You turned your head away from him in an attempt to conceal the smile you had blooming on your lips, “Cliché much? And anyways, you wouldn’t even be able to look at me. Your eyes would burn off.”

But Tim knew. You liked it and he knew, as he always did.

“Blindness is a small price to pay if it’s for you,” he sighed with exaggerated dramatism, “but fine,” his arm wrapped around your shoulders, “you could be… the god of wrath.”

You whipped your head in his direction with a look of mock absurdity, “Timothy Jackson Drake, you revoke that this instant, I am gentle and kind and—“

“And passionate and warm,” You fell silent as he cut you off. If you were offended or angry or cross, it melted away, like it did. He always looked at you so softly, how could you do otherwise? “And magnetizing.”

You didn’t say anything. Lost in the void between his deep blue eyes and entrancing words that weaved warm tapestries of gilded affections around your soul.

“Is what I mean,” his ears reddened as he continued, “Everything about you and your ardor is so purely and truly your own. Rage is something to be feared, but when it is encapsulated in a vessel so radiant, it becomes the fire souls warm their hands over rather than the flame that bites or… something like that…”

Honeyed words from anyone else would mean less, but his eyes poured out his soul before you for you to judge and sanction; his sincerity was served to you on a platter.

His thumb ran circles onto the supple skin of your hand, clutched in his own. Tim’s pupils shifted back and forth between yours when you didn’t respond. Although truthfully it was because you didn’t know how to. He’d caught you completely in a spell he hadn’t even known to cast. Zatanna had competition.

His words settled in eventually. The meaning melted and melded into your skin, finally seeming to reach your ears as you cracked a smile accompanied by a chuckle.

“I think wrath is a little extreme.”

“Admittedly it sounded better in my head.”

You snorted. It was so endearingly like him. You paused in contemplation, “Well… while my passions are undoubtedly strong, they pale in comparison to the likes of politicians or poets… I don’t think I could be a god. Or anyone can really. Maybe that’s why the gods have to do it, we’re too… everything to fit into anything, and in that way we’re a lot like nothing. It’s not a matter of ruling over something, it’s a matter of becoming what you rule.”

He watched you as you spoke. It was another reason you loved him. As much as you rambled he listened so intently regardless as if your words were prayers granting him salvation.

“I disagree, I think to have the power is all that matters. It was only after Poseidon was given the sea to rule that the tides bended to his command,” it was your turn to watch him now; Tim and his brows that twisted with his thoughts and speech, “And the sea became him. So we associate Poseidon with the oceans, forgetting it is he who granted it its nature.” And suddenly the gentle grasp on your hand tightened as he met your gaze. “But, if nothing else, can you at least accept that you rule over my heart?”

Just as you’d managed to ground yourself again you found yourself lost. That corny, cliché, mesmerizing him.

You opened your mouth to reply before wrenching pain in your abdomen suddenly cut you off as you groaned. Doubling over against the boy, you held onto his arm as it shot through you in waves that forced gasps out of your lungs.

Steady arms held you tightly for what felt like ages as it subsided to the dull ache you’d recently found yourself accustomed to enduring.

“Are you okay?”

Pressed against him, you could feel his heartbeat pounding against your ear as you caught your breath, working to realign yourself.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just—” A breath. “A spell. I’ll be fine.”

“You’ve gone to the physician right? It’s been happening more frequently, you haven’t been able to walk properly lately either.”

Lately was an understatement. It started months ago. Though it wasn’t so terrible at first, the minor discomfort you found in your calves turned into stabbing aches in a matter of weeks. Standing deteriorated into impossibility and your condition fared no better with time.

“Yeah.”

He stared at you expectantly, concern ebbing from every inch of his being as if he needed an answer to breathe.

“Yeah. I uhm, I’m…” The world felt too small. Your eyes darted around, searching for something to cling onto that wasn’t Tim. “I’m not getting better.”

His face paled.

“W-why? Is there not like a medicine? Does it take time or—“

You shook your head, “No. Tim, I- That’s not it. I’m not getting better. Ever. And uhm, I don’t even have that much time left and I know, I know, I should’ve told you as soon as I found out but I’m not even sure how to feel about it and I didn’t want you to worry or— or mourn me before I’m even…” The tears fell before your voice started to break. You didn’t even realize it until they soaked into the fabric covering your lap.

“I’m sorry. I think all this talk about immortality made me a little emotional,” you whispered.

It was his turn to be wordless. Although it was less in speechlessness than when it was you. Pulling you into his arms, he held you as you wept, your cheeks meeting the warmth of his neck as your tears continued their course.

Tim didn’t cry though.

He wanted to. You could tell by the tremor that ran throughout his arms as they enveloped you and the labored breaths he was taking to regulate his emotions. But it’d break your heart if he did. His tears meant it was real. It’d solidify your fears. So he didn’t; for your sake.

You both sat in silence; in the cool of spring under a willow tree by a lake. And he let you sob out your sorrows as the dragonflies made ripples in the wavering water and the swans dipped under the surface to feed on algae and the world carried on.

Until your shoulders stopped heaving; and your sniffling was one less sound in the ambiance of the moment.

You attempted to pull back when you were ready, but his arms held fast. His lips hovered by your ear as he spoke softly, almost hesitantly, “I have something to show you.”

You nodded after a pause. There wasn’t a thing your mind could conjure in sensibility with his notion. Your birthday and anniversaries were months off, and any projects he’d had were on halt currently— as far as you’d known anyway.

Picking you up, he moved you to the wheelchair you’d been utilizing for the past few weeks, making sure you were situated before going to push you along. The walk there was wordless. But not uncomfortably so. It was tainted with melancholy but it was almost comforting; not being able to hear your voice gave way for your thoughts to settle and situate like rambunctious children screaming their vendettas over each other suddenly given the opportunity to present their grievances one by one.

It wasn’t long until you felt him stop moving. He pushed open the double doors to a glamorized storage shed and pushed you into the room.

When Tim closed the door behind you, it was dark. There was a skylight that illuminated a singular project, covered up in a tarp in the center of the room. The rest of the space was scattered in sketches and tools and slabs of marble and the like.

“I wanted to wait until your birthday next year but…” The beginning of a marble figure unveiled itself as he tugged on the corner of the tarp sheepishly until it fell to the ground with a flutter. It was glorious. The statue was of you. Hand outstretched to the heavens, face set in orphic serendipity as your glossy eyes stared at the glass butterfly carved to sit on the length of your stone finger. “Well, it’s not done and it’s not perfect but I’ve been working on it for awhile and I was going to revise it and well… I hope you like it.”

You couldn’t look away. The light fell on it at just an angle that the butterfly seemingly caught fire, casting refracted prisms onto the white marble of your form. It was so gentle, the curves and edges of your figure and the clothes donning it, chest compressed as if you were holding your breath waiting for something. And somewhere in the calm expression he’d granted you was a gleam of wonder Tim managed to capture in the eyes.

“Tim it’s— Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it, I don’t think I have the words.”

“I… I wanted to immortalize you like the Grecian statues and it’s a little ironic now. I was going to submit it to an exhibition so everyone could see.” You shifted your gaze to him. The tips of his ears were red again as he looked to the side, hand rubbing at the nape of his neck. “You’re just so— so perfect and wonderful and ethereal and you.” He’d crossed the room to return to your side in a matter of four large steps. Tim’s eyes were on his handiwork but his hand had reached for your own, holding them tightly in his calloused grip.

“If there were one soul that could exist eternally, it should be yours.”

Giving his hand a squeeze, you tilted your head to rest on his forearm as he stood next to you with a gentle laugh.

“I don’t want an eternity if it means you’d just be a fraction in forever. But for as long as it exists, you have my soul. All of it. Entirely.”

You felt him stir above you but your eyes were on the sculpture again as the sun set, casting a glow to the stone that was beyond mesmerizing, as if your skin was alight from within. Arms wrapped around your shoulders then, and warm lips hovered by your ear in a whispered promise.

“And you have my heart. All of it. Eternally.”

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 1 year

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I don’t know if I’m making any sense with this. And honestly I could be way off or just misunderstanding things. And I don’t think it’s a single sexuality that does it. From what I’ve seen and read it seems pretty equally common among bisexual women and lesbians

And I’m not meaning in really a judging way either. Plus I’m sure things like sexism and homophobia etc have a massive impact on why this happens

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned it before but it seems to me that so many lesbians and bisexual women use sexual and or romantic relationships with women as a passageway of dealing with their trauma from relationships with men. Be it just in greater society or like past friendships or romantic relationships. And like I get it in a way. There is a unique type of relationship you can have a with another woman and a level of understanding on certain topics that might make you feel more at peace or find naturally healing.

But the way some women approach them in general just seems really unhealthy to me. (I know rich coming from me lolol). But the amount of pressure and rules and expectations some women place on their gay relationships just seems like a recipe for disaster. It’s like they are using it as a coping mechanism or a retaliation to society. That’s not say there attraction is genuine and innate. That’s not what I’m saying. Just that the framework in their minds about how or why to approach them often seems so heavily guided on fixing the trauma they have from men , in whatever regard that maybe.

And I don’t think this is a new thing either. Just from reading non fiction books by gay/bi men and gay/bi women they talk about their approach to their sexuality and their partners in such different ways. It elicits different responses from them.

By nature of being in a gay relationship it has a sense of political nature about it simply because we live in a world that is so homophobic and heteronormative, so I understand why it’ll simply just be there in the way people talk about their sexuality. But it seems a lot of women treat it VERY politically in a way I don’t see as much with gay and bisexual men. Is it because of the sexism, I mean probably.

But I just find it funny a lot of the time when I’ve read about gay and bi men talking about their experiences with love and their sexuality it’s so often fully just focused on other men. Women have little to no relevance to the conversation other then the typical discussions around feeling socially pressured to be with them.

But when I see women and bisexual talk about it there is always such a strong discussion on the trauma men have brought into their lives and how that shapes the relationships they seek with women or even what they feel with other women.

And I’m not criticising. Like I get it. But I just truly think that foundation of shaping so much of the female gay experience around men is unhealthy. Because it tends to put two pretty unrelated things onto each other.

I sometimes wonder if that’s part of the reason there is a stereotype of lesbian relationships moving so quickly. Because so many of us are using our relationships with women as a bandaid response to trauma with men and less solely on just what it is: attraction to women, that it warps our expectations. Puts too much pressure on certain people in the relationship.

I’ve seen a lot of lesbians talk about not being treated as a woman in their relationship and being like a fill in for a man or having heterosexual rules placed on them and I can’t help but wonder if maybe that is a byproduct of all this.

I don’t know I’m probably making no sense whatsoever lol. Also this definitely isn’t me being accusatory or angry or trying to imply men someone have shape on women’s innate sexuality. I just think socialisation is a wild thing and there are things I’ve noticed that confuse me sometimes

But this is just me rambling into the void lol. I’m not even making sense to myself lolol. Everything is just falling out

#and it’s just a theory #a FILM THEORY #lol

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moonfurthetemmie · 1 year

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aww the DS verses are hanging out <33

No real warnings for this one, just assumptions of a ghost

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“Sooo…” Nightmare gulped. “What, um…what are we going to do about that.”

Error bit her lip. “Probably call an exorcist.”

“I don’t think that’s going to completely solve this problem,” Cross whispered.

Hunter was outside. Talking to someone they couldn’t see. And was very distressed about whatever they were talking about. They could only catch a few words of what Hunter was saying.

“Maybe we could dip while he’s distracted?” Nightmare tentatively suggested, watching through the back door window.

“He’ll still be in our house,” Error said.

“We might be able to get better help, though,” Cross mumbled. “Trying to get Dream to deal with it was a long shot anyways, but he’s definitely not going to bother with those three running around, and even I can’t really complain about that.“

“Who’d even help us?” Nightmare wondered. “Local authorities?”

“We live in a void. What local authorities?”

“It’s the Omega Timeline, you fool. I think CORE counts as an authority in this case? But as long as Hunter knows where the house is he can get back.”

“That, and I don’t think CORE would want to kick him out anyways,” Error added. “I think they’d feel bad about it.”

They all looked back out at Hunter. He was only getting more and more upset. Nightmare furrowed his brow as he watched.

“…I know you were joking about the exorcist thing, but I’m starting to think there is a ghost,” he said. “Every so often I can feel like, a fifth set of emotions or whatever, and I can’t tell where they’re coming from. But sometimes, like right now, I can tell. And it’s out there with Hunter.“

Cross and Error turned to stare at him.

“…what’s it feel like?” Cross asked slowly. “Is…is it angry?”

Nightmare’s frown only deepened. “No. It’s like…spiteful. And I think it’s having fun making Hunter upset.”

Hunter looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“…Ah, okay, that’s anger. I think we should dip.”

Cross whirled around and marched off. “Say no more! I’m fucking out.”

Nightmare took one more look out the door before following her and Error into the portal.

They ended up in an Outertale timeline.

“Um…hi, you three?”

They all shrieked and spun around. Nightmare did a shitty kung-fu stance and yelped, “HOW the fuck did you-”

Blue had jumped back when they yelled, and now stared at them in confusion, just as startled at them.

“…oh it’s just normal Blue,” Error sighed.

Nightmare returned to his normal slouching posture. “Shit, man, don’t sneak up on us like that.”

Blue slowly lowered his hands. “You three landed right in front of me, I didn’t sneak up on you.”

“Irrelevant. You scared us, therefore you snuck up on us.”

Cross huffed. “Away from one Blue and right to another.”

“At least this one figured out what personal space is,” Error mumbled.

“Okay yeah he’s objectively better, but I was going for like. Taco Bell,” Cross complained. “I don’t want to be in pretty space land, I want to be in delicious taco la-“ she cut herself off with a yelp as, for the second time in a relatively short span of time, a tall blonde man with glowing wings appeared before them.

He landed next to Blue with grace, flapping his wings a few times to catch his balance, and gave the Meme Squad a look that was oddly blank yet piercing.

Nightmare immediately felt his soul start to burn and stumbled away. “Can you stop doing that? That fucking hurts-“

“Agh, burning man-!” Cross quickly followed Nightmare. “Begone, foul demon!”

Error wheezed. “‘Burning man?’”

“I would prefer Delusion,” the winged man said, folding his arms. He regarded them with less suspicion, though. “I apologize for startling you; I’d mistaken you for your alternates from my multiverse from the air. I’m afraid there’s not much I can do about my aura, though.”

Blue inched away from Delusion, and laughed nervously. “R. Right. Delusion told me he ran into you three before.”

Nightmare coughed. “Yeah, he fucking appeared out of nowhere and was really vague and said he had ‘business to attend to’ or whatever.”

“Didn’t expect his business to be making a friend,” Cross said sharply.

“It wasn’t,” Delusion said simply. “I seem to be unable to return home for the time being, unfortunately.”

“H-he’s, um, been staying with me,” Blue offered.

Error narrowed her eyes. Blue didn’t normally stutter so much.

“Oh, damn, did your home get politely invaded too?” Nightmare grumbled.

Blue winced. “No, I did invite him in…”

“Seems to be a common trait for people from there so far,” Cross snorted.

Blue frowned. “You said something about another Blue earlier.“

Delusion’s wings twitched up, like a cat that heard an interesting noise. “Is our Blue here?”

Nightmare groaned. “He won’t leave our fucking house no matter how many times or ways we try to kick him out.”

“We tried to be polite about it,” Cross added. “And then he tried to tell him point black to leave. And then we tried to ditch him. He keeps coming back.”

“Currently he’s talking to himself in the yard,” Error mentioned.

“Or a ghost,” Nightmare said.

“I dunno-“

“Dude I’m like, 80% sure there’s a ghost,” Nightmare insisted. “There’s definitely another something there with emotions and I can sense it. There’s a ghost. Or a demon, I guess, since it seems to just want to make Hunter miserable. But a ghost might do that too.”

“Ok, sure,” Cross conceded. “Delusion or whatever the hell your name is, can you please take him so he’ll leave us alone?”

Delusion gave the slightest frown, and put a hand on his chin. “Well…the only place I could take him would be where I’m staying. Blue, would you object to…Hunter staying?”

Blue rubbed his arm. “I…I don’t know how I feel about having a ghost in the house. Do you know if the ghost is, um, malevolent?”

Cross shrugged. “We only heard bits and pieces of what Hunter was saying. Just heard someone about leaving a ‘them’ alone, and somewhere in there was ‘orange’? I don’t know-“

“Oh God, no.”

They group turned to Blue. He looked stiff. “I’m not letting him into my house. Not an alternate version of him, and absolutely not a- a ghost.” His voice had started shaking.

“…Okay,” Nightmare said slowly. “You sound like you need to talk to someone.”

Blue opened his mouth to say something, but then he gasped and grabbed at his chest.

Delusion put a hand on Blue’s shoulder. “It’s alright. Take a deep breath.”

Blue looked away, still clutching at his heart. “I’m…I’m fine. I’m going back.”

He was very clearly not fine. Delusion’s brows furrowed as he watched Blue walk off towards his house, pulling his scarf over his mouth.

“…I don’t like that he recognizes that name,” Error muttered.

“I don’t know why I didn’t realize that was a name,” Cross said. “‘Blue’. ‘Orange’. I wonder if he knows someone named ‘Red’ or ‘Yellow’ or something, too.”

“I’m going to go with him,” Delusion said softly. “If you require more help with Hunter, I can try to find something that will work.” The trio of friends glanced at each other. “…We’ll keep that in mind,” Nightmare said finally. “Thanks.”

Delusion inclined his head, and began walking in the direction Blue had gone in.

“…That was weird,” Cross decided. “I don’t like Delusion any more now than I did before.”

“Yeah, no, he’s freaky,” Nightmare agreed. “Even ignoring the murder aura.”

“…Y’know. It seems like it only affects us—as in, us non-spirits—when we’re upset,” Error noted. “Weird that Blue didn’t seem to be bothered by it at first, even though he looked really nervous.”

“Maybe it just wasn’t, like, enough nervousness for it to try to fry him,” Cross suggested.

“Weird. Anyways.” Nightmare opened a portal. “Someone said something about Taco Bell?”

Cross cheered. Error’s phone rang.

“Wh- who the hell?” She answered it. “Hello? …Hunter?!??”

“What??”

Error put the call on speaker so Cross and Nightmare could hear. “Dude, how did you even get my number?”

“Where did you guys gooo?” Hunter seemed to be ignoring Error’s (Very valid; they made a point of not giving him any way to communicate or potentially track them) question. He sounded awfully distressed.

“…We just went to get food,” Error said carefully.

“Take a chill pill, man,” Nightmare chided him. “You seemed busy, so we were just going to grab you something.”

Cross made a face. They were not going to grab him something, but now they had to.

Hunter was quiet for a minute before he said, “Okay…Where are you guys going?”

“Taco Bell.” Cross tried to leave the annoyance out of her voice.

Hunter suddenly seemed to forget that he was abandoned. He got very excited about the tacos. So excited they nearly missed what he said he wanted.

Hopefully he didn’t realize how long they were actually gone for.

#Horror!DS #H!DS Hunter #H!DS Delusion #Dreamswap #Moonfur Writing #hunter's fine dwbi guys :)#just a little haunted :)#It's all good :))

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