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saturn-sends-hugs · 1 year

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BUCKLE UP ITS EPISODE THOUGHTS TIME

(ep12 spoilers under the cut :))

y’all

yALL

those first goddamn beats?

i sit down to watch every episode and during every single intro i’m there doing my little air drums along with intro beats but dude??

this time??

where they just cut out?!?!!

the sheer fucking unease, INSTANTLY, that was INSANE. I know it’s such a small thing but if that isn’t some form of masterful art i don’t know what is.

and the way that continued into the first shot of the GAR base in sepia, washed out and almost empty even with all the stormtroopers walking around, our first view of Crosshair was immediately unsettling because it all felt wrong.

but into the real stuff—

I feel like towards the beginning of this episode, we were seeing how complacent Crosshair is being. He’s standing around, and although he speaks up a tiny bit when Lieutenant Don’t-Give-A-Shit (love that we’ve all collectively decided he doesn’t get to have his name bskhsjsjk) is rolling his eyes at the clones, Cross backs down and says nothing after that jab at them about being “used equipment.” He can’t be happy with it for sure, but he’s letting it happen because what else should he do? Speak up? And get kicked out of the Empire that’s keeping him working? No thank you, he’d rather grit his teeth and let it happen. A mission’s a mission.

Later though, when we meet Mayday, we see the first moment of Crosshair rebelling. Mayday speaks up against the Lieutenant when Crosshair doesn’t, and once he’s gone, he brings the heat lamp a little bit closer to Crosshair. Call it cliché but I think this is a literal representation of what Mayday is doing for Crosshair, he literally brings that spark closer, he shows him that they can and should care about each other while the empire doesn’t. And when Mayday tells him his name, that moment is an invitation. It’s a calling to Crosshair, to see if denies it, sticks by the empire and uses his number or better yet, doesn’t respond at all. But he doesn’t. He chooses his name, and how has it been since he’s said it out loud? Last time he heard it was probably from Cody, and before that the Batch themselves. And in this case, he’s choosing to use his name, choosing that little rebellion against the empire at Mayday’s invitation.

And isn’t it fitting how his name is Mayday? He’s a literal call for help. He’s Crosshair’s call for help, one he can’t bring himself to voice on his own, but Mayday is bringing it all to light anyway. He brings up how this new Lieutenant hasn’t commanded a real mission, he hasn’t earned their respect, so why should he treat them how he does? Crosshair was a commander for a minute, he must’ve thought the same things. And when the cargo turns out to be stormtrooper gear, Mayday is right there with his line of, “We were good soldiers. We followed orders. …And for what?” What was it for? To be separated from his brothers, to have to hunt them down, to be demoted from Commander after all that effort and to now be helping deliver cargo? Cargo meant to help the empire, but intentionally held back, hidden from the clones? Nothing Crosshair has done has made anything better, he can stay quiet and loyal all he likes, but it’s not doing him any favors. The empire doesn’t care that they’re good soldiers, they’re all still expendable.

And through the episode, we see Crosshair trusting Mayday more and more. First with the pressure mine, when he talks about the Batch and Mayday ends up saving him from the mine. Then when they’re ambushing the raiders, he returns the favor, taking out the raiders about to overwhelm Mayday. And when they go down to look at the cargo, Crosshair does his little slide thing (omG he is so sweet he is SO SWEET) and that’s the first moment he takes his helmet off around Mayday, he finally trusts him enough to be more vulnerable. ( @jealous-sloth77 made a BEAUTIFUL post abt his helmet and it’s significance/parallels to his vulnerability, highly encourage u to go read it if u haven’t!!)

And right here, after the avalanche, Crosshair’s journey to bring Mayday back to the base shows how he’s losing his loyalty to the empire. It’s not worth carrying dead weight, logically he shouldn’t bring the Commander back, not when he’d be better off just saving himself. But he doesn’t. He chooses to help Mayday, and along the way he’s slipping even further from the empire. He’s lost his helmet, he’s letting Mayday use his Firepuncher as a crutch, he’s carrying that dead weight anyway and none of this is what a “good soldier” to the empire should do. And when the ships fly overhead, my first thought was that they should use a flare or something, call for help, since surely the Empire could see them from here? But they don’t have the gear, they never got the supplies they needed and besides, would the Empire even care?

By the time Crosshair makes it back to base, he’s nearly done. He pleads with the Lieutenant one last time to help him, to do something, but he doesn’t. He sits there and watches Mayday die, then says that was the point. He was a soldier to the Empire. His death was just inevitable.

And Crosshair snaps.

This moment where he shoots the Lieutenant is so intense because there’s so many pieces tying into it.

Firstly, he uses his handgun. He’s a sniper, used to killing from afar, but this time? He calls after the Lieutenant, waits for him to turn and look him in the eyes, and then he shoots him point blank. Crosshair is done.

Second, we all know it by now but the vulture parallels? The way Mayday introduced that: “Vicious creatures. But you have to admire them. They find a way to survive.” That’s Crosshair. That’s who he is, he isn’t one to balk at violence, he does what needs to be done. And you have to admire it, because it’s true, he’s finding his way to survive. And in particular in this moment, he’s choosing his own path to survival. He’s cutting himself away from the Empire, the lone vulture that survives despite it all.

But right at the end, it doesn’t work.

The Empire takes him again, probably leaves Mayday on that platform, and he’s sent off to be experimented on by the Empire. By Emerie.

And that’s the last point I want to make with this, is all the parallels throughout this episode to the rest of the batch. The most obvious I think is Emerie. Her goggles immediately reminded me of Tech, and here how she’s surveying Crosshair, it almost seems like Cross makes that connection too. Not just that, but her voice is incredibly similar to Omega’s (due to the voice actor ofc but still, that’s a choice), and as the screen fades out, her glasses stay prominent on the screen, and she only feels more reminiscent of Tech.

But she’s not the only parallel. With the pressure mine in the cave, Mayday directly says he’s “not a bombs expert.” But we’re all thinking of who is. And with the blood in the snow, Crosshair tracking it to the source, he’s quiet literally hunting down the target. Him shooting the shuttle on the landing pad, the explosion (i am so sorry listen u really thought i wasn’t gonna bring up echo in this post abt the crosshair ep u FOOL), not to mention the whole ending sequence with Crosshair waking up confused in a medbay? There’s even some parallels to the 501st (the troopers helmets set together while Mayday mourns), not that that has to do with Crosshair, but still. Even in the one episode without them, there were so many parallels to Crosshairs brothers, and I’m certain I missed a few. Some of it was probably just coincidence or the writers keeping us entertained despite the others not being here, but it also feels like little pieces of them just keep showing up. And I’m sure Crosshair would be noticing it too.

This episode was just chock full of little beautiful moments, the music, the parallels, the characters, Crosshair’s lines in particular were just incredible, and Mayday was such a new version of “Clone Commander” that we just haven’t seen before. Everything about this episode could be something I would talk abt for HOURS but it would eventually turn into incoherent sobbing noises because my SWEET BOY U POOR POOR MAN WHERE ARE YOUR BROTHERS YOU NEED THEMMMMMM. I want to give Cross a hug SO BAD, he deserves every nice thing after today, that was a TRIP.

if it wasn’t like 11 at night when i was posting this i would tag people (and if i was more confident bkshsjsj) but i always love hearing peoples thoughts, either on this ep or predictions for where this storyline goes in the next one!! :)

#no but ok crosshairs little slide down the mountain i almost SOBBED HE FELT LIKE PRE-ORDER CROSS AGAIN AAAAAAABSJSJIWHWIWIW #also someone get this man a heated blanket and some cucumber for his eyes RN he just walked through a blizzard for like a DAY after a big #ole bright flash went off directly in his face and then just?? kept walking through the blinding white snow to save the reg he just met??#cross u absolutely softy ur wonderful now sit down and take a nap for the love of lula please #probs a bit late to be posting this but eh who cares it was fun :)#if i tell myself internal validation is all i need one day it will be true bskhjwjskjsks #sw tbb #sw tbb spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb s2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch spoilers #the bad batch #tbb s2 #tbb crosshair #i should really sleep now lol

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dizzybevvie · 9 months

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my uncle: (calls me the R word) (comes to my house exclusively to infodump to me about horror games)

#im not gonna discuss the morality of the r word rn i dont have the energy. yes he shouldnt be calling me it. no im not offended. move on #Idk.#[whenever i refwr to my uncle i mean my aunt's partner btw.]#Ive been staying at my aunts house for the last 2 weeks bc she lives right next to where i have work experience #and ive been staying mostly in the room i sleep in purely bc im tired and my social battery is low #but usually whenever I stay over here we watch movies or play horror games or just generally talk #and hes not an emotional person but apparently hes like... genuinely worried/upset/disappointed about it #like 'does she not want to spend time with me anymore?'#and that has me emotional because hes the only family member i have that shares some of my interests and takes care to understand them #he took me to Jurassic world exhibition and Dominion because I love dinosaurs #He took me to see across the spiderverse and pirated it for me when i expressed how much i loved it #He sat down and flipped through my dnd player's handbook and asked me about it #and no other adult in my life does that it means so much to me #he listens to me infodump about httyd and talks about Spiderman with me #And infodumps back (silent hill/resident evil/music)#and the idea that he thinks i dont want to spend time with him makes me so sad #Hes the male parental figure ive wanted my entire life and he doesnt think i care. devastated.#NFKSNSJSBS #should i even post thjs at thjs point.#eh too late noe #oversharing on main #rant #vent #kinda #beverly says stuff

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deus-ex-mona · 1 year

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tfw you’re indecisive af

#i swear you could ask me to make a choice and i’d hem and haw over it for like 10 minutes with no resolution lmaooo #like rn i’m flip-flopping between going to an anime con and going to the local pokemon centre on saturday morning #or maybe i should skip both of those things and just sleep in… decisions mannnnn #but i really want to go to the pokemon centre… i have stuff (read: snorlax plushies) to look for there—#on the other hand though i wanna 👀👀 in on the anime con too since saturday’s the only day of it that i’d be able to drop by on…#i JUST WANNA SEE IF THEY’LL SELL CURRY MESHI THERE OK I’VE BEEN SUPER CURIOUS ABOUT IT EVER SINCE THE MONA MV—#(is the kind of moron who would get urges to try foods upon seeing them in mvs and anime)#on the off-chance that any of y’all happen to be going to that con pls lmk if they do sell curry meshi lmaooooooooooo #though oooops i think i just revealed my location with the pokemon centre thing lolll. ehe~ i have no sense of internet safetyyy~#inedible blubbering

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ashdreams2023 · 3 months

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Hi, I’m not new in the Loki fandom but this is my first time to do this ask / request thingy but I was wondering if you can make a Loki x Reader sick fic and Loki is taking care of her and all 👉🏻👈🏻 idc if it’s cliche but am sick rn and I just want some Loki fluff ehehehe

Not cliche at all love and welcome 🤍!

Loki x fem reader

Summer cold

The smell of orange filled the air, you sneezed for what felt like the millionth time that day and hugged one of the decorative pillows close to your chest.

"Keep your feet off the floor" Loki yelled from the kitchen.

You sighed looking down at your cold feet, it was ridiculous how tired you felt from a simple cold, especially in a sunny day like this.

"My head hurts…"

"This will help" Loki walked into the sitting area and handed you a warm cup of orange ginger tea to warm you up.

"I want to go out with everyone, I don’t want to stay inside all day being sick"

"You would have been if you didn’t sleep directly after you showered, which o warned you about but you clearly don’t listen love"

You wanted to roll your eyes at him really bad but he was right, now everyone went the trip Tony arranged but you had to stay behind because your temperature was extremely high in the morning.

After taking a few sips from the tea you placed it on the small coffee table and laid on the sofa feeling miserable.

"You will next time, but now you have to bare with and at least you have me" Loki rubbed your arm comfortingly.

"They’re gonna have fun without me…I even bought a swimsuit that made my tits look good!"

He chuckled "I’m sure it did but you wouldn’t look so great with your nose running and your body shaking at the beach, would you?"

"…true"

"Not so hot girl summer of you"

"Eh don’t say it like that I like your poetic side more" You laughed softly.

"Oh? Then I should devour you in nothing but the purest of emotion, words that leads your intelligent tired mind into a paradise of sweet nothings" your body shiver at his words.

"Shall i continue my beautiful dove?"

"Yes but I’ll like it even more if you cuddle me while you do it too"

"Your wishes are my command princess"

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #headcanon #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki friggachild #loki friggason #loki fluff

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gamerbearmira · 9 days

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guess who's jumping from so many different au ideas rn—

ghost cocoon, bh6, giftless grandkids, time travel sisters, [redacted but it starts with co—], and so many others—

im way too awake rn, its 4:30 am and there's so many aus i wanna do but where is the time AAAAAAAAAA i should probs sleep lmao, see you in an hour or two :D

imma make the au post later when i wake up woooo

anYWAY im all over the place ehe, mb about that, hope you're doing well bear!! <333

ME FR 💪💪 no but I try and give them some love <33 SAW THIS KATE BUT LIKE. PLEASE SLEEP EARLIER 4:30 A.M IS CRAZY 😭😭 Glad you like my aus doe <33

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au

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oliviasturniolo21 · 3 months

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today's video was so funny lmaooo need matt to be more sassy robot 😭🙏

anyways how are youuuuu

we'll definitely get dogs after getting married 🤞 i saw the cutest baby sweet sweet dog on reels and it reminded me of you🤭 can we pretty please live in the middle of the woods like cottagecore gfs 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

i never asked my friend why she didn't come (i didn't want to hurt my female ego 😔😤)

i have nothing interesting to tell you (i do i'm j lazy to type) but i have my farewell party soon so yayay it's also 5.19 am as i type i should go sleep but eh

give me some tea pls i'm dying i need drama idc i don't the people involved in the drama i j need the dramaaaaaaaa

i also got my periods and my back is killing me and i want to kill my ex how dare he

🎀

OMG I FULLY AGREE MATT WAS SO SASSY IT WAS SO FUNNY TBH 😭. i’m good hbu babesssss. YES LETS GET AT LEAST 2 DOGS AND MOVE TO THE WOODS 🤞🤞. DAMN GIRL GTS. I don’t have much drama, except for smt that happend like a week ago but i’ll tell you anywayyy. SO I have a really close friend from kindergarten, keep in mind i’m in senior year atm. BUT SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN LOYAL TO ALL HER PARTNERS, and last time she went to a party (it was on a saturday night) she went and cheated on her bf…. THE THING IS, her bf DESPISES ME BC I TOLD HER SHE SHOULD BREAKUP W HIM AND HE OVERHEARD (he’s a shitty person who like is hella homophobic and believes men and women don’t deserve the same rights) But anyway he asked me abt it and was tryna get me to say she cheated. I’m not a snitch tho so obv i didn’t 😉. They broke up (THANK GOD 🙏) and she may or may not have become fwb with the guy she cheated on him withhhh.. (they moving on fast asf 😭) I’m on my period rn day 4 and it sucks 😭

#oliviasturniolo21 #liv_writes #🎀 anon!#sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris girl #nick sturniolo #madi filipowicz #madison beer

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sunberry-strawflower · 9 months

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#curtissonweek2023

I have no excuse for being hella late. I was just procrastinating throughout the whole day😭😭I finished it thoo

This work is, like the last three, an entry for @blue-fanlady's curtisson week!

This one is just little over 1k words domestic curtisson where they literally share a house and everything and yet they're not married?? 🤨🤨 yea I'm gonna have to call bullshit (but yea I didn't make them married in this story sorry)

ALSO I'm just as tired as them in this story rn and I'm not gonna lie I wrote parts of this fanfic half asleep so‼️‼️whoops ‼️‼️I'll proofread once I wake up cause a little after I post this I'm going to bed (at...7am HEDJHFJR)

Word count: 1.2k

Curtisson Week Day 4: Sleeping

Burt was sitting on the couch in the living room of he and Sven's shared house with a book in hand. He had it open, but wasn't really paying too much attention to the story. It was mostly just to pass the time as he waited for Sven to come home from work. He looked back at his watch. 9:43pm. That's around the time Sven got off, so he should be home soon.

Burt was lucky enough to be sent off of work early. Though he was kind of upset at the same time because usually he and Sven got out of work around the same time (Sven getting out about 30 minutes after him), so he never had to wait too long for him. This time, though, he was sent off three hours earlier than he usually was. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't question it. Time off work is time off work.

Though…maybe he should've offered to work the three hours anyway. Just so he'd have something to do.

Sven and Burt had moved in together fairly recently, so while all the necessary stuff were set, such as cooking supplies, a bed, a couch, dressers, etc, etc., they were still lacking some things that they were planning on getting once they had the time.

For now, though, most things involving entertainment weren't present. Aside from like, his phone and a few books. Which he was usually alright with. He was content just sitting there, drinking his morning coffee on their porch. "Like an old man." Sven would say. But it wasn't morning, nor was it really the time for you to be chilling out on your porch. Way too cold at night.

He was feeling a little tired, but he didn't want to sleep without his boyfriend in his arms, and chances are Sven felt the same way. Though, maybe doing a relaxing activity such as reading wasn't helping his case much. But eh, nothing much else to do that'll keep him distracted.

He decided that he might as well take a shower while he waited, so he set the hardcover down on the coffee table and went into their bedroom to pick out pyjamas. A loose orange shirt and pants fit nicely. He added some matching socks there too, for extra comfort.

Once he got in and out of the shower, he put his comfy pyjamas on, and went back into the living room. He sat back on the couch and tried to read the book again. It wasn't a bad story by any means, just not what he was in the mood for. Which he finally realized and decided to just scroll through his phone instead.

A few minutes later, he heard the front doorknob rattling and assumed that it was Sven. He turned off his phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of him, and looked towards the front door expectantly. He let a gentle smile appear on his face when he saw Sven walk in, closing the door behind him. “Oh, welcome back,” he said. “How was work?”

Sven moved to sit next to Burt on the couch. “It was fine,” he sighed. “How was yours?”

“The usual,” Burt replied. "Are you up for dinner?" He asked, tilting his head over at Sven.

Sven shook his head. "Too tired…can we just go straight to bed?"

Burt smiled softly at that and nodded. "Of course." He then stood up, expecting the other to follow him to their bedroom, which he did. They walked in and Burt turned on the lights so they could see better.

Sven flopped down face first on the bed, groaning as he hit the sheets, letting said sheets suppress his voice a little.

"Hey, hey, you have to at least take a shower first," Burt chuckled, gently lifting Sven up from the bed. The other grunted once more, but reluctantly agreed. He'd feel a lot more comfortable after a shower anyway. "I already took mine, so I'll just wait for you, yeah?"

Sven nodded, and waited for Burt to leave the room so he could have some privacy.

Burt patiently waited outside of their bedroom door, letting Sven finish doing his thing.

About 10 minutes later, he heard the clear. "Okay, you can come in now."

Burt opened the door and stepped back in, greeted with Sven looking much more comfortable. And adorable. "There you go. Let's get to bed, then." Ah, yes. The moment they've both been waiting for.

Burt turned out the lights and took Sven with him on the bed. He took his headphones and top hat off, putting them on top of the nightstand. Sven had taken off his own hat right after getting out of the shower so he didn't worry about it. They were both under the covers, lying next to each other. They were pretty close together already, but apparently that wasn't enough for Sven and he slid closer to Burt, before mildly gripping onto his shirt.

"Someone's clingy." He teased, leaving the other flustered. Burt couldn't help but snicker at this. His boyfriend had always been easy to tease. He never overdid it, though. Just whenever he really wanted to see his reaction. And Sven delivered every time.

Sven looked up at him, his cheeks pink from the proximity and the teasing. He stopped gripping on his shirt for a minute, instead just laying his palms on top of his chest. He kept letting his gaze wander to Burt's lips, and couldn't resist kissing him right then and there.

Burt was taken aback by the sudden kiss, but he wasn't complaining. Not at all. He closed his eyes and kissed back, letting his hand slide up into Sven's hair, twirling it around his fingers.

Sven found Burt playing in his hair to be very relaxing, and kept the kiss going for a little longer. He loved nights like these, where he could just lay down, cuddling and kissing his boyfriend after a long day of work. Without a care in the world. It felt amazing.

Unfortunately, the kiss had to come to an end eventually. Especially whenever a thing called oxygen existed. They both pulled away, letting out a soft breath as they did so.

Burt had stopped running his fingers through Sven's hair, now just resting his hand on his head. Sven buried his face into Burt's neck. "Can you…keep doing that?" He whispered into the crook of his neck.

Burt raised an eyebrow. "Doing what?" He asked.

"Combing your fingers in my hair…" he replied. "It feels nice."

Now it was Burt's turn to get flustered. Thank God Sven couldn't see the pink in his face, but perhaps he could tell anyway and he was just too sleepy to care or say anything.

"Okay…" he obliged and started to run his fingers through the others' hair again. His hair was always soft and well-kempt, making it nice to play with.

Sven relaxed even more than he already was, which was good for both him and Burt. It was nice seeing him not so tense.

Sven then placed a soft kiss on Burt's neck. Then another, and another. At first Burt tensed up from how sudden it was, but he slowly relaxed himself. Sven planted one more soft kiss onto his neck before nuzzling into it.

They both felt themselves begin to drift off. Neither of them tried to fight it. They let themselves fall into a deep sleep.

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So sleepy 💤💤 sleepy bfs :]

#I honestly spent more time thinking abt this fic than writing it #they live in my head send help #I love them #while I was procrastinating I was listening to pjsk right #catching up on the events and stuff #and WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME TAIGA MADE A SONG CALLED THIS IS WHERE YOU ARE CAUCASIAN #FOR THE VBS EVENT #I'M SCREAMINFNDJHD #no wonder toya's dad didn't want him to do street music #I'm getting off topic #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #sven svensson #burt curtis #curtisson #henry stickmin collection #curtissonweek2023 #cross posted on ao3

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rn-zane · 6 months

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TIMING: morning after feral SETTING: zane's home PARTIES: @chrisgates + @rn-zane WARNINGS: vomiting tw SUMMARY: chris and zane deal with the aftermath of their meeting in the woods

The creaking that came from the old house woke him up and when he opened his eyes, Christopher was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. On the other end of that, the ache he felt through his bones was awfully familiar, though painful, it meant that he was alive — and that he felt like shit, too. His head hurt. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes again, but the foreign environment made that difficult. As did the hand at his wrist, limp, but it held firm despite the unconscious body it belonged to. Zane.

Chris twisted his fingers enough to where he could feel Zane’s skin. He was cold. A flurry of panic started before he could remember all the weird stuff that happened before — the red eyes, the teeth, that whole alleyway stand-off all those months ago. That math, although it worked in the fictional sense, didn’t add up to him. He wouldn’t let it. That would mean that everything else was real and Chris didn’t want that.

He leaned forward to take a firmer hold of Zane’s own wrist; worry became his driving force, overriding everything else. The pain would be there whether he moved or not, so he ignored it in favor of a better view of the other man’s face. There was no breath nor life to be found. “Zane?” Came Chris’ hoarse, panicked whisper. A moment of exhaustion elicited a weak sigh from him, but he gave Zane’s forearm a gentle shake with the hope that he wasn’t dead. Something told him he already knew the answer, but that didn’t stop him from thinking the worst.

—

Sometimes, there was an upside to a dreamless sleep, if sleep was even an apt word for it. Zane no longer really needed sleep but it was a good way to pass the time since being conscious for 24 hours a day, every day, was exhausting. It was a clear blessing now that no dreams haunted him in his current state of not being - they would have been filled with visions of blood and pale skin and feral eyes which could have belonged to either one of them. Because there had been two of them, hadn’t there? Yes, someone other than him, someone whose skin was warm against his cold palm, pulse thrumming faintly. A soft voice speaking his name, breaking through the haze of unconsciousness.

Along with the groggy relief that flooded him at the sound of Chris’s voice came the pain. There was no fear or adrenaline keeping it at bay now, letting the tearing and burning sensation run rampant. Zane’s grip tightened on the wrist it held for a moment, hiss escaping through his teeth and eyes scrunching before finally fluttering open. Seeing Chris awake, still definitely pale and covered in blood but alive, was a decent distraction from the pain. “You’re okay?” he breathed, needing to hear it confirmed, not trusting his eyes to not betray him. With every second he gathered his thoughts better, ‘woke up’ in a sense and finally let Chris’s arm go. It hurt to turn, to move and sit up straighter, torn shirt sticking to raw skin and wounds and tugging at them. He needed to see his work from last night, see that the bandages had stuck and nothing was bleeding through. That the full horror of his own doing, the evidence of which was dried all over his neck and shirt, wasn’t visible.

—

“Eh,” came Chris’ reply. He weakly dropped his head back onto the couch once he knew that Zane was alive. Relief was evident on his face — or maybe that was just the fatigue. Okay was definitely not the word he’d used, but it would do. He was alive, by some miracle. The amount of blood that had dried onto their skin and into what little clothing remained told him that at least one of them should be a goner. He was glad it didn’t come to that. A shiver overtook him then once his worry for Zane gave way. It wasn’t violent, but it was noticeable. “I’m.. okay,” he assured, though he wasn’t entirely convinced of that himself.

Chris could see Zane’s chest a little better when he moved. He followed the mess of blood down to the wounds visible beneath the torn and frayed gashes of what little shirt remained. He couldn’t make out much detail, but his initial, woozy assumption was correct: Zane did look worse. He didn’t even know the extent of his own injuries, but he could tell he made it out with the better deal. “Are..” oh how dried his mouth and throat had become. Did he sleep with his mouth open or something? He tried to clear his throat, accomplishing little, but it was enough to get out at least one question. “Are you okay?” That was probably a stupid question considering how badly Zane’s wounds looked, but he was alive and sitting upright, which had to be a good thing.

—-

Zane would have laughed if it didn’t make his chest burn but a tired smile did form on his lips because ‘eh’ was the perfect way to describe the current situation. They were both alive, or so to speak, and at least for now, Chris didn’t seem to want to throw the blame for the giant wound on his throat. The sudden shiver didn’t go unmissed and panic rose in Zane for a second, hands instinctively moving to pull the blanket over Chris higher up. Decency hadn’t exactly been his main worry last night but as he moved the only thing currently protecting the other man’s dignity, he was acutely aware of the glaring lack of clothing. He’d need to get the other some new clothes but a shower seemed necessary first and…

His attention snapped back to Chris as he spoke, thoughts still spinning around behind his eyes, which followed the other’s gaze down to his own chest. Right. “I’ll be fine, looks worse than it is,” Zane explained quickly and, as if to prove the point, moved to stand. It did the opposite, the process filled with wincing and harsh breaths sucked through teeth but at last, he stood. “See?” he attempted, jaw still clenched from the waves of pain. “I heal fast,” Zane added after a beat.

“I think… we should get you in some clothes,” he thought aloud, grateful to be able to focus on removing the needle from Chris’s arm as he approached the subject. “A shower first probably makes sense, there’s one on this floor so no stairs. If you think you’re up for it, might get you warm, too.” Needle discarded, Zane looked over at the other to gauge for a reaction to this plan and found himself, even in these worst of circumstances, thankful that blushing was no longer a thing he could do. Even pale and covered in grime and blood, Chris was breathtaking, especially up close and Zane really needed to get some distance between their faces right now.

Straightening back up with slightly less effort than before - at least the distraction of these very inappropriate thoughts helped with the pain - Zane offered a hand. “Wanna give it a shot?”

—

Chris wasn’t one hundred percent sold on what his mind told him what had happened. There were flashes of images that made no sense — but they were familiar. He’d seen things like that before. He just thought that the gore that seemed to plague him was merely a figment, a fabrication of his trauma. He didn’t think it could potentially be real; no — he never wanted it to be real, so he tried his best to push it away and ignore it. But it was here again. There was no ignoring it this time. He was grateful for Zane’s helpful hands and the distraction that came from the blanket as he didn’t want to linger on those thoughts. Not right now.

Zane’s pain was another helpful distraction, even if he’d prefer not to see him in it. A lie, Chris thought as much. Did he… What could have done that? An answer blinked across his mind, but it didn’t linger. He watched with raised brows as Zane pushed through the discomfort at having to stand. “Looks.. like it feels pretty bad, too…” He coughed out; there was just the smallest edge of humor in his observation, but concern overrode mostly everything else. “Not fast enough,” If he was still standing there with gashes in his chest, then no, it definitely wasn’t fast enough. Wolverine would have been fine — Zane, not so much.

Clothes sounded great, but a shower sounded even better. The blood that coated him was no longer sticky, but it stuck in uncomfortable places and pulled at his chest hair whenever he moved. He didn’t think he could really make it, depending on how far the bathroom was from where they were, but he would try. It would be a little awkward with the misplaced footing and nudity, but this was not the first time he’d been completely naked in front of the other man. He doubted it’d be the last.

Chris watched as Zane removed the needle from his arm without a wince to be found. It was nothing compared to the pain that throbbed from his neck. He hoped the shower would be a good distraction from the agony that found home in tender spaces — he also hoped it would be hot. He needed to feel his skin sear. He needed the water to scald him. There was no answer as to why, it just felt necessary. He gave it just a moment to think, wondering how exactly the trip would go, when he figured to just go for it. Zane was there to help, after all. (Wasn’t he?) So Chris nodded and offered him a small, but eager “yeah” and took his hand.

—-

Zane appreciated the concern, he really did, but waved it off nonetheless. “It’ll be fine. Seriously. Healed a broken leg in just a few weeks, so…” The pain probably would have been overwhelming without the distraction of something more important, if not for the need to help someone more important. Not only was Chris just barely brought back from physical devastation but the confusion and hurt behind his eyes eluded to the war being waged inside his head. A strange familiarity had flashed behind the dual colored eyes upon looking over the gashes, quickly overtaken by something else, something dark.

At least Zane knew what he was, even if he neither liked nor particularly wanted to accept it.

“Yeah,” he parroted back, smiling softly as he grabbed the other’s hand. As expected, it was… a hassle and a half. Supernatural strength or not, Zane’s chest tugged and ached with every movement and Chris wasn’t exactly small, wolf or not. At least this was an improvement from last night, with the other man awake and somewhat able to stand on two feet. The blanket, that would need a very thorough cleaning once this was all through, was haphazardly secured around Chris’s waist before they moved further, allowing both of them to cling to the delusion of privacy.

After the short but arduous journey was complete, Chris slowly lowered down to tiled shower floor, Zane heaved a sigh of relief. Leaning back against the wall, head settling back as he let his eyes close for a moment while the black edges of pain faded from his vision, a short huff of a laugh escaped him. “We really have to stop meeting like this,” he sighed, amusement tinting the words because if there was no humor to be found in this, the melancholy of it all would drag him to the ground and he wasn’t sure if he’d get back up again.

Eyes finally opened again and he glanced down at Chris, offering another smile. “Towels in the cupboard, I’ll bring back some clothes and uh… call out if you need anything more, I guess?” Wary to leave the room in case horror struck again, Zane finally did - with the door left ajar - after one last glance at the man he had only managed to meet under the strangest and bloodiest of circumstances.

His ears were perked the whole time as he settled for cleaning off his face and chest at the sink, not wanting to miss a shout for assistance if he jumped in one of the house’s showers. A pair of sweats, neatly folded, were placed outside the bathroom door where everything still sounded fine, Zane finally slumping back onto the couch once his own ruined pants had been changed as well. It wouldn’t do much for the healing but still, he started the process of getting some bandages on his own chest.

—

It’ll be fine, he said. It didn’t look fine, Chris thought, but he figured there was no point to argue, not when Zane seemed so sure, and not when either of them were in no position to argue in the first place. If he didn’t do something about those cuts, though, then he’d bring it up again, but for now, he accepted the help without pushing the subject again.

The walk sucked. It wasn’t the worst walk he’d ever have to do, but it still sucked. He was grateful for Zane, for his support and company. He made the short, yet uncomfortable trip to the bathroom just a bit better. Relief found him when they made it to the room and he was finally met with the cooled tile floor. They felt good on his angry, inflamed skin.

Zane’s comment pulled a tired, but full laugh from Chris. “Hey, I’m not complaining,” he joked, but actually he would like for them to stop meeting like this. This was a little too traumatizing for his tastes. Their first meeting had been unusually awkward enough, but it only seemed to get worse from there. At least he was nice. “No, I’m kidding…” he had to clarify with another small laugh and held a hand up in defense. “Something more.. Normal would be nice.” For next time, but he didn’t say that out loud. What if next time ended up being worse?

“Thanks…” went his lame ass reply of appreciation, but he really did feel grateful for what Zane did and continued to do for him. He hoped that at least it showed on his face. If not, he owed him regardless. It only seemed to get better when the door was left open — mostly likely to be able to hear for any potential accidents on Chris’ end, but having not been confined, even in the bathroom, relaxed him immensely. He knew the shower would do wonders for his aching muscles and low mood, but the act of leaving the door open, especially when most people would prefer privacy, left him feeling over the moon. It was stupid, but it made him happy.

The shower was… Well, it was nice. It felt like every other shower after a night of whatever it was he managed to get himself into. He made sure not to get the stitches wet, even though that was never instructed on Zane’s part — that was difficult, however. He wanted nothing more than to dip his whole head under the stream of water, but he’d rather err on the side of caution.

After the water was shut off, Chris stood in the shower for a bit longer than necessary. He really didn’t want to get out, but he didn’t want Zane to worry more, so after another beat, he stepped out, dried off to the best of his ability, and found a set of sweats neatly folded just outside the bathroom door. He had wondered about that initially, but he was glad Zane seemed to think of everything. Feeling clean and having clean clothes was honestly the best, and it felt like he was being wrapped up in a warm hug. He savored the feeling for just a hair longer before he figured he should probably poke his head out and find his very consistent rescuer.

The journey back to the living room made the most sense, so Chris headed in that direction to find Zane on the couch. He would have looked comfortable if it weren’t for the long cuts along his chest. Bandages, good — at least they were being taken care of.

“Hey..” he greeted softly.. Both of his hands were buried in the pockets of the sweats he wore; they messed with the soft inner fabric, a nervous habit.

—-

From the second the water stopped running, Zane’s ears were perked even further, listening for any sound of trouble. It took every inch of self control not to call out or rush in there as the silence drew on for longer and longer but he couldn’t - wouldn’t - hover uncomfortably. Plus, Chris’s sense of privacy had been abused enough for one day. The fact that he had seen the man naked, held him naked to make things even better, more often than some of the people he’d been intimate with was really a painfully ironic situation.

Luckily for the vampire’s frayed nerves and the endless spinning of his thoughts, Chris finally appeared, now the much healthier looking out of the two of them. “Hey,” Zane breathed back, fully ignoring the warm feeling of seeing someone else in his clothes because the situation that forced it was horrendous and made the feeling bad and twisted. “I, uh… I ordered some food. Since I don’t really keep… any.” His hands fiddled with the roll of tape he was holding before he finally put it down, glancing back up at Chris.

“Do you… I mean, should we talk about… last night?” His voice was hesitant, the words chosen carefully which ultimately just made it sound like they’d accidentally hooked up and were now trying to tread the waters of a morning after. “We don’t have to but… I’m here. If you want to.”

—

At the mention of food, Chris’ stomach grumbled as if it were waiting for that cue. Oh, right, that was something he needed to do. He remembered having lunch the day prior (was it the day prior???), but anything after that was a huge blur. Apparently, he was far overdue for a meal, but he was tickled that Zane had thought about ordering something even if he didn’t need to — really, he would have been fine if there was no mention of it but the fact that he went ahead and took it upon himself to add even more comfort to an already jarring experience made Chris feel incredibly cared for.

It was the first time in a long time and he didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Really? You didn’t ha...” Objection, objection, objection — to some that would be disrespectful. He caught himself before he resorted to the usual dismissal of anything good his way and instead replaced it with a look of sheepish appreciation. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t help but to feel like a burden, even now. “Thank you,” he conceded, his tone nothing but sincere. This was just another thing to add to the ‘owe list’, he supposed.

It was nice of him to add that they didn’t really have to talk about what happened the night before, but — they should, shouldn’t they? If you woke up to a neck wound that needed stitches and a friend that looked like they fought a cheese grater and won, you’d want to know too, right? Chris worried at the soft, wool-like material with his thumbs before he removed both hands and shuffled over to the couch. He settled back onto the couch heavily — he tried to ignore the blood stains — yet carefully enough to not disturb Zane too much, in case he too was still in pain.

His palms ran along his thighs and smooth the sweatpant material until they found purchase against his knees. He gave them both a squeeze, clearly uncomfortable. He needed to know. “I, heh.. I don’t really want to, but…” Chris felt a curl of hair fall until it tickled the very top of one of his eyebrows. He didn’t bother with fixing it. He couldn’t move his hands. “... What happened.. Exactly?,” he asked hesitantly, fearfully.

—--

Ordering food, the idea of nourishment after the blood Zane had aggressively removed from the other man, had been more instinct than actual thought. He hadn’t meant for the gesture to bring that look of guilt onto Chris’s face, hadn’t even meant for it to be a gesture at all. The thought that he owed Chris a meal anyway since the other had, nonconsensually as it may have been, provided Zane with a meal, tickled at the back of his mind. A poor joke, one that thankfully stayed locked up. “It’s nothing,” he said instead, thankful when Chris decided to join him on the couch instead of running out. Maybe the promise of food was good enough to keep him here.

Zane turned on the couch and crossed his legs, facing the nervous man and waiting patiently. It was easier to focus his gaze on the restless hands than the stray lock of hair just begging to be pushed back but even just the hands were setting off ‘Nurse Zane’s’ innate need to provide physical comfort. So he dug his own fingers into the material of the couch, glancing up once Chris finally gave permission for the story to be told.

“I saw…” He hesitated, heaved a useless breath, and then continued. “I saw a wolf. A giant one. Disturbed it feeding so it went after me, instead.” Zane’s eyes moved down to his chest, bandaged but still aching. “I, uhm… I’m not much of a fighter but it had me trapped so I just… well, on instinct, I guess, I… bit it.” He wanted to glance up at the wound he had inflicted, now covered by bandages, just like Wynne’s, but refrained. “And then the wolf, uh… was you. Is you. Like you sort of rearranged yourself back to… normal but then you were bleeding a lot so I… I brought you here.”

—

It’s nothing. No, maybe not, but to Chris it was an incredibly kind gesture. There weren’t too many people in his life who were thoughtful like that — there weren’t too many people in his life at all, actually. Regardless, he figured it was best not to linger on that. He had other things to worry about, like the slightly confusing information that Zane just dropped onto him.

He listened to it, absorbed it, and took note of the pauses. Despite being still and mostly unreactive, his hands had clenched tightly around a clump of material at both knees, knuckles pale, revealing how he felt. Him? For years now there had been plenty of what he assumed were displaced memories of horrific things that plagued him every waking and sleeping moment. For years they were the same or similar in their blood and carnage and he always assumed that maybe, just maybe, they were manifestations from the horrors of his upbringing. He thought it was just in his head, that he was just broken.

One of Chris’ legs started to bounce. A lump started in his throat, one he desperately tried to push down to no avail. He felt his eyes sting. A breath of a small, sardonic laugh escaped him, unable to really believe what he just heard. No, no that couldn’t be. But the bite. Everything else could be explained away but the fucking bite. He could feel it throb, as if on cue, beneath the bandages that were wrapped tenderly on his neck.

He looked down at his lap. A wave of lightheadedness overtook him then and he had to let out a slow, shaky breath as he shook his head. “Um…” He swallowed. Or tried to. “Are you… Are you sure?” His voice broke just a hair at the end, inflection raised as if he were asking Zane not to be.

—

This was too much. He’d said too much, too fast and Chris looked about ready to break. Zane finally caved, one hand finding the shaking one on the shifter’s knee, giving a tight but gentle squeeze. “I wish I wasn’t,” he said quietly, his own voice breaking with hurt for the other man. “But it wasn’t… it wasn’t you. I know I don’t exactly know you like that but it was completely different from you. I don’t know if it’s just a part of you or what but you’re not someone who would hurt people willingly.”

Zane scooted closer on the couch, desperate to make sure that whatever he was saying, however little knowledge he was basing it on, was heard. “Chris… I’ve hurt people too,” he continued, voice thick. Unsure if he was making things better or worse right now. “Without meaning to, without wanting to so… if you want, I’m here. I don’t know how but I want to help, if you’ll let me.” And if he wanted to bolt out of here, never run into the vampire that only seemed to pop under the worst of circumstances, Zane would let him.

—

The hand that found itself over his own was a comforting one, but it did little to quell Chris’ rising panic. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from lifting his thumb to try and caress what skin he could reach. A part of him wanted to shake himself free of Zane’s touch, but there was nothing but care here, nothing but a tenderness that made him want to at least try to be normal despite the whirlwind of emotions. The sting in his eyes only worsened when he’d felt the hand. Tears swelled, though not quite enough to fall over the brim of his lower lashline. Monster, evil, stupid thing. “How…” He swallowed thickly before he continued with a shaky breath. “How do you know… I.. I don’t even know.. N-not anymore.”

He felt something else grow behind his distraught and growing anguish. It nestled in the pit of his stomach and churned with each thought and memory of death his mind managed to dig up. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure how he felt about Zane also being a potential murderer. He couldn’t pick apart his emotions or figure out where one ended and another began. It was a mess and although it was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one struggling with accidental serial killing, it made him feel sick. He killed all those people and just… forgot about it. Chose to forget about it. He still wanted to forget about it, ignore it until it ate away at him again and again. He didn’t want this hell—

“I’ll… be right-back...” Chris promised with a hurried tension. His nausea only worsened the more he continued to think and try to unthink; the only thing that really helped tether him to the present was Zane’s hand. That wouldn’t stop the knots in his stomach, so he had to remove himself from the couch, from the other man’s touch, and stiffly walked, not ran because that would have made it worse, back to the bathroom. He became acquainted with the toilet in there, although the relief was brief. The sob that escaped him echoed within the porcelain bowl and threatened to keep him fixed to the toilet, but he willed himself up to at least rinse his face in the sink. He shook with every step and even though his body reacted so viscerally, his mind continued to rebel against it.

Chris couldn’t help it — he dropped to the tiled floor and cried. The sound of his knees crashing against the floor, though covered with material, was probably audible. He didn’t care. He was too busy with his face in his hands, crying, and wondering why him.

—-

How did one know if someone was a good person? Zane had definitely put his trust in the wrong people before, on more than one occasion but… so far he hadn’t been wrong about the presence of a genuine kind soul. He thought about people like Ariadne and Jonas who simply warmed you with their presence but when that didn’t feel like the right comparison, he thought about Emilio. It would have been so easy to judge the slayer on his actions and his words, just like with Chris, but it was impossible to ignore the innate kindness. Even covered in blood and bodies.

“Guess you’re just going to have to trust me on that,” was the only thing Zane could think to say, squeezing the hand in his tighter until he was forced to let go.

The relief felt when Chris didn’t gun for the door was short lived, the pained sounds from the bathroom gluing Zane stuck to the couch for a moment. He finally moved closer, slowly, taking a seat next to the door and leaning his head back against the wall. It was unfair that Chris was going through this with someone who barely knew him, someone who couldn’t even tell how to help him, if anything even would. Zane was overthinking this, he knew that, and in a way was grateful for the alarming sound coming from the bathroom that forced him into action.

Whether it was a bad idea, whether it was violating boundaries, didn’t matter. Zane found himself on the floor right alongside Chris, arms wrapping around the shaking frame, holding the man tightly despite his chest protesting. Maybe he was crying too or his face simply wet from where it got buried in Chris’s hair, maybe he held him and murmured comforting words for minutes or an hour. There was nothing to say and the only thing he could think of was to attempt to impart some feeling of safety on the bathroom floor of all places, going through every soothing gesture he could think of as long as Chris would let him. Not even thinking about the intimacy of stroking someone’s back, their hair, holding them to his chest, as long as it seemed to be helping just the tiniest bit.

—

Chris didn’t have a lot of trust in people, but he wanted to trust Zane. He trusted his actions, for the most part. Nothing the other man did seemed to have a lick of ulterior motive, but his words, though reassuring as they were, didn’t seem to fit in with his lived experience and the paranoia and accusations that followed him tirelessly. He just couldn’t believe them, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how confident Zane seemed to be.

As he sat on the cold floor and heaved gasping, crying breaths into both palms, he didn’t hear the bathroom door open. He didn’t hear Zane creep in, either, didn’t even know he was there in the room with him until he felt hands on him. A spark of panic initially started, tensing Chris’ body from the sudden intrusion of personal space he didn’t see coming, but his shoulders relaxed the second he realized who it was. He couldn’t remember the last time he was held like that. It had to have been with his sister, surely, but that was towards the end of their time together. Had it really been that long?

Hesitantly and with shivering body, Chris leaned into the comfort that Zane was providing and welcomed the slight chill that came from his embrace. Consolation so tender helped to alleviate some of the hiccup-like sobbing that escaped him, but it couldn’t help the small bouts of embarrassment and self-pity that tried to get him to leave. So he tried to bury himself into Zane’s arms further, as if to try to shut off those parts of his spiraling thoughts. With some time and patient, steady compassion, his tearful weeping turned into small whimpers and dry eyes. “I’m sorry…” came his voice, small and breathless, and thick with tears that threatened to fall again.

—-

After a while, his chest stopped aching, overthrown by the dull pain in his heart. Zane’s journey into the supernatural hadn’t been a nice one and even though his clan at the time had been far from perfect, at least he’d had them. At least he’d gotten some insight into what he was now. Chris’s whole world had just come crashing down all at once. At the very least, Zane hoped this might be the start to some healing instead of breaking the man completely.

“Me too,” Zane murmured back because telling Chris he didn’t need to be sorry would fall on deaf ears. The strange embrace would have lasted for as long as the shifter needed it if not for the knock on the door. Food. With one last gentle stroke through the drying curls, Zane disentangled himself and got to his feet. “Food will be in the kitchen. Just… come on out whenever you feel ready.” Offering a sad but soft smile, Zane left to go retrieve the food, waiting patiently in the kitchen. Wondering if there was anyone he knew who might be able to connect him to another werewolf or anyone who could guide Chris through this better than he ever could.

#writing #thread:chris #chris.004 #chrisgates #vomiting tw

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immasock · 2 years

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Look Iam a very affectionate and clingy person (if I wanted to be) and all I can think about rn is an easy going teen MC who is VERY affectionate and will ask for hugs for every brother. Will want headpats for every achievement as a reward like imagine MC getting 100 on a test and shows it to Lucifer and gets 5 minutes worth of headpats and cuddles. Or even sleeps or naps hugging the bros. I feel like Beel is very comfy to lay on or just being cuddled by him it would feel as if your on a teddy bear so cute.

Off topic but do you ever wonder what is feels like to play with Mammon's hair? Looks so soft I wanna touch it

This- I think this is your cutest idea yet

Also all the time. That man has my heart in a choke hold and he is not letting go. Not that I’m complaining. I bet his hair is super soft and I would love nothing more than to play with it

ANYWAYS

Brothers with an Affectionate Teen!MC

It’s a nice, peaceful day in the HoL. Everyone is in their respective rooms doing their own respective thing. Except for MC. MC is feeling a little touch starved and craves attention from their favorite demon older male figure. Whoever that may be. Plus they got the top score on the last test in their hardest class and they wanted to show someone they looked up to. So what do they do? They walk into said demons room, waltz right up to them and kinda just stand there for a minute. They’re awkward okay? Eventually tho, said brother acknowledges their presence

Lucifer:

“Yes? Is there something I can help you with MC?”

They nod and show him their test

Lucifer, of course, is very pleased with their score

Obviously he knows that they’re smart but the exchange students getting good grades is always good for the program

Plus he knows that they have been struggling with that class all year

They must have taken his advice and gotten some extra help

“Very good MC. How about we celebrate. What would you like to do?”

“I want a hug”

He doesn’t know why that surprises him

MC has always been one for physical affection

But of course he complies

When MC goes in for the hug, they don’t let go for a few minutes

They never do

Not that he minds, he just has work to get back to

So he gives them a pat on the head and sends them away

Mammon:

“Eh? What’s up MC? Come to hang out with the great mammon? Can’t blame ya”

They show him their test and Mammons face immediately lights up

“Hey would ya look at that! Is that the test you were freaking out about last week? I told ya you could do it!”

Being their best friend, Mammon knows how much they love affection, especially after doing well on something

He holds his arms open for a hug and they very quickly go in for it

“I’m so proud of ya human! How about to celebrate we have a movie marathon? The great mammon will even let you pick the movies”

Like they’d ever let that opportunity pass them by

They spend the rest of the night watching really bad movies and making fun of them with their best friend

Eventually they both fall asleep snuggling each other

Leviathan:

“Eh? Oh hey MC. You wanna see this new figurine that just came in the mail? It’s limited edition so you gotta be real careful, okay?”

While they always love it when Levi shows them his cool stuff, they came here to show off a little bit

They pull out their test and show him the score

“Woah that’s your test?? That’s so good! This reminds me of that one anime ‘my unofficial little sibling who is also my best friend is a super genius’! It’s really good! You should watch it with me”

“Sure. But first, Can I have a hug?”

Now I may be projecting a bit when I say that Levi likes physical affection, especially hugs, but he is the most awkward person when actually getting affection

Wether that be from a romantic partner or even just a friend

Like he likes it and all but he gets super awkward and his body gets stiff and he starts overthinking, trying to make sure he doesn’t make it seem too obvious that he’s being awkward and kinda uncomfortable, which of course makes it more obvious, which is one reason why he doesn’t do hugs and stuff all that often

But they’re just so excited and he’s proud of them so he agrees

They give him a hug, a very awkward, stiff hug. But a hug none the less

Once they pull away they make themselves comfortable in the beanbag chair as Levi puts on the anime

Satan:

“Oh hello MC. It’s nice of you to drop by. Oh, did you ever get that test back?”

MC, very excited, nodded and showed him their score

“See? I told you all your hard work would pay off”

Satan had been their tutor for the 2 weeks prior to the test so he was especially excited about their score

He gave them a smile and a pat on the head before inviting them to sit and read this new novel he just got with him

So they sit in between his legs on the floor in front of him while he reads his new novel to them

Eventually they fall asleep

Can you blame them?

His voice is just so soothing, especially when he’s reading to you

Asmodeus:

“Hm? Oh hey MC! Finally come to try that face mask with me?”

“Mm maybe later. But for now, look at what I got on my test!”

They pull out their test and proudly show him what they got

“Oh my goodness! Look at you! Oh you’re so smart!”

They don’t even have to ask him for a hug

Asmo is also a very overly affectionate person so his first reaction is to hug them as tight as he can

Without hurting them of course

“You know what? This is cause for a celebration! I say we have a spa day! We can try that face mask and I can paint your nails. Ooo maybe even do something new with your hair”

Beelzebub:

“Hm? Oh hey MC. You want some? I found this custard in the fridge”

“No thanks. But hey, look at this”

Beel straight up has a proud brother moment

He gives them the biggest smile and ruffles their hair

“Good job MC”

MC is so excited

Physical touch isn’t beels first love language but he does like it a lot so he gladly lets them give him a hug

He’s just happy to be there

Belphegor:

“Mm? This better be good MC. I was sleeping”

Maybe waking Belphie up for this want their best idea

But do they care?

Not at all

They want to cuddle and so cuddle they will

“Hey Belphie, since I’m totally your favorite human and I got top marks on my last test, can we cuddle? I want affection”

Belphie just sighs before holding up the blanket for them to crawl under

“Hell yeah!”

“Just shut up and go to sleep. I’m still tired”

It’s quiet for a minute before he speaks up again

“Good job on your test MC”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me teen mc

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emelinstriker · 6 months

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I just finished doodling the ESAU monkeys coming to u in a moment of need. But is it ok i draw you? Id like to doublecheck before i post it.

In bed rn in the dark as i'm typin this ehe-

that's fine! i don't mind :D

i should probably do a meet the artist post thing at some point now hat i think about it hfnhdnfh cuz the only actually decent ref of my persona that's available would be my blog background or the human version doodles i sometimes do hndhndhdn brain melted rn need sleep aaaaa-

#emelin rambles #emelin qna #esau qna

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rouge-the-bat · 11 months

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i was tagged by @princesstokyomoon owo! ty for the tag i love talking about myself LOL

nickname: [not including nicknames based on my irl name for obvious reasons] rouge is what i go by online, sometimes called rougey too :3 kurama is another nickname, so is weirdo (started based on my old url, weirdobsessivenerd). i used to go by yoshi a while back in school too with some people

sign: taurus ♉️ !

height: uhh im 5'2" or 5'3" iirc

last thing i googled: koltins locations in totk, bc im hunting down bubbul frogs rn ! i have 32 left to get atm owo

amount of sleep: eh varies tbh? usually i get around 8-10 hours but sometimes it can be a little less or a little more depending on the night

dream job: character designer for video games!!! + general graphic design n world design n stuff like that. i love LOVE designing things, especially characters, its been one of my biggest and longest passions in my life !!! characters are my absolute fave thing to enjoy and work on, and i hope to one day create characters others can fall in love with like i have for many characters!!!

wearing: a hot pink nightgown with black lace, and black lacey shorts! its so cozy n me core :3

media that summarizes me: like... summarizes my personality? my interests?? hmm... im not really. sure what would really summarize me for my personality? maybe some of my fave things since they tend to have quite an effect on me?

the sonic series i think is a good representation of how im unashamed to be genuine to myself, positive and loving what i love and not caring about being cringy. and it absolutely influenced my love for rockin music, colorful series with darker stories, and edgy antiheroes lol.

maybe system of a down would be a good thing to mention here too, i love all of their music and they definitely have rockin high energy music that can get really wacky sometimes, and ive always had a love for weird shit and identified with being weird!

favourite songs: ough hmm.. ill limit myself to like. 6 songs i really love rather than trying to figure out my Favoritest Faves bc im indecisive lol. n gonna do some different styles for a variety of my tastes!

bring me the horizon ft babymetal - kingslayer

in this moment - sick like me

omega tribe - summer suspicion

megumi ogata - fukanzen nenshou

riff kitten ft kumiho - fallen world

i dont know how but they found me - mx. sinister

instruments: this is so vague lol like. is this meaning ones ik how to play? my fave instruments?

well for ones i know how to play- well i used to know how to play anyways- i played the clarinet in band! n at some point i got an ocarina n tried learning that but never worked on it much. i used to be able to play a couple little tunes on it tho (like the jigglypuff song from the pokemon anime. or part of it at least). someday ill get back to it...

for my fave instruments... id probably say the violin and piano. i really love the sound of them, and i like how much emotion they can evoke!

aesthetic: oh god where do i even begin gkdkfbdkf i have a MILLION aesthetics i love lol. lovecore is probably my biggest one though, but i also love tech/glitchy stuff, gems, mermaid/ocean, general nature/flowers, clown/carnival, christmas, halloween, witchy, punk/goth/scene/emo (together since there can be some overlap between the aesthetics, ik theyre not the same), night/dreamy, space, yandere for a darker twist on lovecore stuff, and much much more. i love anything from pastel n cute, to neon and dynamic, to dark n creepy. i just!! absolutely adore aesthetics!!! its what im all about!

favourite author: ...i dont have one fkxbjf i havent read a book in years and even when i used to read more i didnt have one. could i just say yoshihiro togashi since he created the manga of my fave anime (yu yu hakusho) lmao?

random fun fact: i love pickles and will drink pickle juice straight out of the jar. have yall ever had pickle pops??? its like popsicles but with frozen pickle juice. i LOVE it. actually i should find our popsicle molds so i can make some soon

some mutuals to tag: if yall wanna, ill tag @megalo-station @mageofcolors @transgaykurama @foxdenji @skrunksthatwunk @l-lawliets-pussy @yoko-kurama-the-sex-god @shining-bewear @pipwife and weve only been mutuals for a short time but ill tag @shrineguardianhyena too owo

#*waves* and off i go back to tears of the kingdom

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thatcheeseycandle · 1 month

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//REACTION TIME NANAMAN AKA SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 32 IPOS

I ALRESDY MEDSED UP MY THROAT AND LUNGS CAUSE OF MY REACTION TO THE SUMMARY MY GOSHDHFH

TITLE CARD IS BANGER THOUGH NGL!!

Arroow ARROW ARROW DONT DO THIS

I JUST IM TEARING UP NA JUST READING THIS WHOLE THING

ARROW MENTIONING HOW TORNADO CRIED HERSELF TO SLEEP ITS JUST ITS STABBING MY HEART RN

Im not crying YOU ARE- i CANT WITJ THESE TWO I SWEAR

"Sadly, Blue Pteter was all too used to it by now."

No NO BLUE PETER YOU SHOULDNT BE USED TO THIS YOU REALLY SHOULD NOT BE USED TO SUCH THINGS MY POOR GUY

IM NOT SURE IF I CAN EVEN TYPE OUT MOST OF MY REACTIONS CAUSE LIKE I JUST AAAHFGFHGGHHGHGH MY THROAT WILL NOT BE OKAY

NORTHS NAME MENTIONED OHMYGLAIFJFH ITS GONNA BE AN EVEN MORE ROCKIER ROAD GROM HERE MY FELLOW LURKERS

I canr I CNABT THERE TOO MANY TEARS FOR ME TO COUNT. I DONT KNOW IF I CAN WRITE DOWB MY REACTIONS WITH HOW MUCH IM SOBBING OVER-

Mallard MALLARD WHERE AR EYOU GGOGING MALALRD DOTNRN DONT

Ay AY AY SY WHAT SIR NGIELW WHATA WHATD OHMGYOSFI UNIONS GONNA GET WHAT SHE DESERVES AYYYYYY

OhlfydoghodhehOHIDHWHFJHSHAHD

THSI IS GETTING SO HEATED EHSJJSJF IM GLAD I BROUGHT A SNACK

oH OHHOHOHOHOH UNION SPILLING THE TEA LETS GOGODJGJ

Whatstw HWTAHAHAHAHDHFHHS WHAT HOLY WHAT AY WAIT HE ISNT GONNA TARNISH IT WHAT

heÑHEÑSPDD. MEEEE HAMILTON HELLO????? OGUYGH ITS GETTING EVEN MORE HEATED OHGMSYOGJD HAMILTON HAVING THE NERVE EHJAHFJFF

Ojh OH OHH OKAY YUP SIR NIGWL HES GONNA GO ALL OUT NOW WITH THAT LOOK

wyat OHMGYSOGJF WHAT MY JAW IRS KUST OHMGYSPGJJDBFJSHHFFJ

"Got more 'brain cells' than all of you Gresley's combined as the humans say" LOCUGDIIGOD GOOD LORD ICSJ CHOKED I CHOKED ON AIR JEKJASJFJFKJFJ

Okay OKAY AYY THINGS ARE COOLING DOWN YEKDJF

Woah woah OWHAHDHDV MY GOSH WELL I NEARLY FORGOT SHE WAS SCRAPPED- BEJAHHAHFJFJF THAT JOGGED UP MY MEMORY FOR SURE HEHAHAHAHDH

Ay AY AY AY EDWARDDHAHFFJFJD EDWARD HES BACK INTO THE STORY LETS GOFOAYJFHF

AND HES PAIRED UP EITH EVENING STAR TOO 👀 WOWOFUDJFB

Pause. I JUST- THIS WAS SO HEART WARMING MY GOSYFHFHFHFJFJ

THEYRE ONE OF THE ULTAMITE FLUFF DUOS FOR SURE AHGKFJWKUWJDFJ

woaj PWAH WOAH FLASHBACK TIMW LADS LET SOGISHD

"I told the Trust to bond Gold Dust into Tornado's frames when they were forged but they refused to listen to me." IM SORRY. HE LEGIT KNEW ABOUT ALL THIS ALL THAT THE ENTIRE TIME???????? HE AND SIR NIGEL VISITED TORNADO BEFORE SHE WAS AWAKENED???????????? TBIS IS JSUT. ITS SHOCLING. ITS A BANG OF A NEWS FLASH RN

IM SHOOK WGARA WHATA HE JUST HE JUST GAVE HIS HOLD DUST TO NORTH

THAT CONFIRMS ONE OF MY THEORIES, BEING THE ABILITY TO GIVE ONE YOUR OWN GOLD DUST. IM SHOOKEN TO MY CORE RN WHAT

Wait WOW WHAT HOLY GOSH MY GAD HES JUST HIS GDC HE WHARDBHAHAHA HOLY MOLY MY GOSHSHDVFB

Eh well NORTH TRUTH BE TOLD LANG WHAT DID YOU EXPECT FROM SOMEBODY WHOS LITERALLY NAMED AFTER HIM-

"At least this way, I can do something right in my pathetic existence." OKAY. PAUSE. SIT. WHAT. NORTH JUSKO YOU HAVE SO MUCH USEFUL KNOWLEDGE RN AND YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR AAAGHHGHHGHGHGH FH

AWSEAEWSRD HE GAVE TORNADO A HGUYWJSHFKFJFNDNBDBXBDBSJDB YAYDYSYDHFV HAPPY BIRTHFAYAHDHFJDHFH

Oi HWAT SCOT WHATAHBA WHAT AR EYOUD OGUGN WHAT ANO HUH HOW ARE UOU HUH

IS THIS SOME SORT OF GOLD DUST OCCURENCE TYPE THING OR????? HOLY GOSH

Im not okay anymore. IM NOT OKAY ANYMORE. TIMEOUT TIMEOUT MUNA BEFORE I END THIS REACTION WAITLANG I NEED TO GRAB SOMETHING. RN.

I cant I cannot rn Im not gonna survive the next chapters

#I cant I need support physical and mental support.#yiau: reviews of readers!#ttte young iron au #cheesy/shit posts

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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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I think Larian should put in some sort of tag to make it clear you're lying or being manipulative in that scene because otherwise I do think it just comes off as very muddled (and a little unfair to people who wanted to play it that way and instead were blindsided by being told they're lying and broken up with)

The reason I read it as manipulation is because that's what Mizora does, and she's using magic to manipulate your physical body so it would make sense if she'd influence your mind as well. She clearly didn't have good intentions and even if you the player have complete control Tav the character I still feel could easily have been read as being manipulated into it with minimal RPing necessary. And just in general I feel like a lot of people would want to play the scene that way

And with Astarion I just don't see the acting when you do that dialogue tree vs other ways to play that scene, like it rather seems like the act drops but that could just be Neil’s acting conflicting with what was actually written

Basically I just feel like cheating and manipulation are both ways to read that scene that make complete sense and it's a little disappointing that the game doesn't make it more obvious that it's not

(also I really hope this doesn't come across as arguing I genuinely think this is an interesting discussion even if I don't agree with your perspective)

Oh no! I am absolutely enjoying this discussion, anon. I love talking about my thoughts and hearing your different ones. I never thought of it as arguing in the slightest, I was actually looking forward to your next reply every time I answered <3 million smooches to you anon I'm having so much fun rn.

And about the dialogue tag thing, I absolutely agree. A lot of people mentioned it too in the game feedback. Even ingame I picked a lot of options that I thought were innocent or meant as a joke only to be met with the fact they meant something completely different and had to reload.

It needs to be clearer when you're lying to someone, flirting with them, being serious, or joking. Remember the hoards of people who tirggeted Gale's romance accidentally by just being nice to him?

Especially about lies, a lot of times I'm confused about the options available because I'm not sure if Tav is making shit up, or if i missed out on a major detail.

And maybe it's subjective.. Someone could argue that you genuinely did believe that Mizora manipulated you because she does leave a mark on you that you never agreed to at the end. I don't see it that way but it's up to interpretation.

I was someone who fell for Astarion's acting during Act 1. All that nice talk and coaxing? His honeyed words to get you to sleep with him? I genuinely took them to heart and believed them. I was like oh he already told me about Cazador so he trusts me and definitely isn't manipulating me ehe!

Throughout all of my first playthrough, I avoided all spoilers and discussions about bg3. I was genuinely eating up all of Astarion's flattery and dialogue. When he confessed to giving me sex in exchange for protection during act 2 i was extremely confused because when did that ever happen?

He seemed very eager in all the sex and flirting scenes?? I didn't get it at all at the time and didn't realise how good of an actor he is.

The only time when I genuinely saw Astarion for who he is ,is when he admits to the fact you would've been one of his victims in the cage in another life at Cazador's palace. Even when surrounded by his mistakes, he deflects any attempt of you to put the guilt on him.

I actually left the game for a week straight. I felt both disgusted with myself for also seeing him as a sex object, i am no better than these people in the cages. Yet also disgusted with him for manipulating both my character and irl me for so long. That's why i feel weird to write nsfw about him even now, I feel weird when I see sexy fanart of him. Astarion is genuinely one of the most complex characters I have ever seen, and I can't simply reduce him to a victim or a sexy vampire. His writing team and voice actor work is phenomenal.

I did the cheating on him with Mizora, too, just out of curiosity and reloaded myself after. I felt very assured when he said he didn't mind and didn't blame me, that sleeping with a devil is a chance you don't simply miss. I trusted his words because I didn't know better.

Only after when I finished the game, saw more posts about him that go in depth about his character and the many many ways he manipulates you in to ensure his own safety, did I actually see him fully as a whole person.

That's why I'm doubtful of even his sympathy during the manipulated Mizora option, the delivery doesn't show a hint of lying in the slighest I agree. But also for me none of his other canonly manipulative lines show any hint of lying for me.

Remember the orgy in Sharess Caress? Where he is all enthusiastic after the Cazador is dealt with, but during it he completely zones out? Doesn't the fact he tells you to "let him join next time" after the Mizora event ring any similar alarms?

I think in the most generous cases possible, he isn't aware he is manipulating you. He is just saying what he thinks would please you. It clearly would make you happy to have the drow threesome even while he himself was sex replused since act 2 and until act 3. Like how it would make you happy for him to not make a big deal out of the cheating.

But it's interesting that you can see honesty in his responses. If anything, it shows that you're piecing together the slivers of truth he lets slip out during his acts because even he himself can still make mistakes and reveal the truth amidst a lie.

There is also another theory!

Astarion doesn't care about sexual cheating, only romantic cheating.

During the Halsin poly dialogue, he gets really happy when you reassure him that he is the one you love. The one your heart lies with. Then tells you to go fuck Halsin as much as you want.

So in this scenario the fact Mizora is a devil matters a lot because Astarion says it himself, devils do not fall in love.

Maybe that's why he was all giddy and smiles, knowing fully it's just sex, something he barely puts value on anymore since he has been freed of i, and doesn't mind you sleeping with devils.

At the end of the day, yeah, like you said, cheating and manipulation are two valid ways to read into the conversation. It did feel rushed a bit, we didn't even get to actually fuck Mizora Goddammit! If i wanted freaky weird magic sex I would've fucked the local wizard instead!

Mizora's intentions are just to make your lover jealous, she admits she just wanted to stir the pot and saw you as a target.

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