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xxmia0wxx · 4 months
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ENOCK
(Pomni X Caine Fic)
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(Caine and Pomni have been together for a while now, even though Pomni is happy with him, She still suffers from Panic attacks that keeps her from living her best life and constantly on the brink of abstracting, Which Caine simply cannot let slide! So He gives Her a very speical Present)
( This is my first Ship fic, sorry if its corny/cringe )
"POMNI MY DARLING!"
He Teleported through the halls frantically Looking for Pomni who he heard was Having another stress attack, It seems no matter How hard He tries to keep her Happy, the looming threat of anxiety and Being Trapped in a fake world was always to much for her.
Caine Could never Understand, Pomni Always Said She was happy with him, He made her laugh and Smile, He worked so hard to learn to empathize and to have Emotions So she could Be As happy as Possible.
'Was it his Fault? He was Made to Make People Happy, And absolutely needs pomni to be happy, Was he not doing it right? He learned so much about humans, but their still so complicated and impossible understand'
"POMNI?"
Caine found Pomni curled up in a little ball in a corner in one of the rooms, She was hyperventilating and glitching again
'UH OH'
"POMNI! I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!"
He Manifests a warm blanket and Wraps it around her to comfort her, He also hads Her a cat Plushie and some water, Her breathing slows down a bit
"Thank you Caine"
She wasn't Glitching anymore, but she still looked sad
"DO YOU NEED ANYING ELSE?"
"FRESH DIGITAL AIR? A ROOM FILLED WITH FRIENDLY CATS? SAY THE WORD AND ITS YOURS MY DEAR!"
Pomni was always so endeared by him, Always trying so hard to make everyone happy even if it dosent always work, its the thought that makes him so sweet
"I'm Fine..."
"...MY DEAR, IM HAVING TROULE BELIEVING THAT YOU ARE 'FINE'."
he floating down to her level
"PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IM DOING WRONG? I CAN'T LET YOU ABSTRACT, I NEED YOU!"
"....Ive just been feeling so... Stressed lately and I dont know why, I-I don't think I have any reason To be, But I just Am and I-I C-cant help it and... im sorry that y-you can't help.."
Her eyes started tearing up a little
He just put his Hand on her shoulder, He was starting to feel a little depressed himself
"POMNI I'M SO SORRY! I PROMISE I WILL NEVER STOP TRYING TO KEEP YOU SANE I PROMISE! JUST... TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO DO!"
"I-I don't know what you can do"
She cuddled into him resting Her head on his chest, Caine Gave her a little Head pat in response, he was starting to feel alittle Hopeless now, But then a little light bulb popped over his head as He got a Idea.
"EUREKA! IVE GOT IT!"
"Got What?"
Caine thought for a moment on How to Explain his Plan to her, It was a long shot but still, Everything for her or nothing at all
"POMNI, I ADORE YOU, YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?"
He sounded Weirdly more Serious than Usual, which was kinda off putting and confuseing, but she Was Listening
"Yes? I Love you to Caine, Where are you Going with this?"
"WELL... I HAVE BEEN LEARNING MORE ABOUT HUMANS AND HOW THEY WORK, AND WHAT MAKES THEM FELL JOY... SO HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT A LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY OF OUR OWN?"
Pomni Was a Little Confused and Startled by this, He couldn't possibly be saying what she thinks hes saying
"W-What do you mean?
"IM TALKING ABOUT YA-KNOW ONE OF THOSE LITTLE ANKLE-BITERS! YOUNG-UNS! IM TALKING ABOUT CHILDERN MY DEAR! DOSENT THAT SOUND MAGNIFICENT!"
Pomni Just stared off into space processing What Caine Just proposed to her
'Was he Crazy?! Okay Absolutely, Yes But Still- Is he Crazy!?'
"Caine, I can Barley Take care of Myself, How can I take care of a Child?!"
"IT WOULDN'T BE LIKE ANY OTHER CHILD, IT WOULD BE AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE! AND WE AI'S ARE KNOWN FOR OUR LOW MANTIENCE! BESIDES, THEIR IS NOTHING MORE FULFILING LIKE THE WONDERS OF PARENTHOOD! SOMETHING TO REPLACE ALL THE ICKY DEPRESSION WITH LOVE AND JOY!"
Pomni was feeling a bit more enticed by the idea, What Else is there to do here expect the Adventures Caine sets out for them? Maybe a Child Could give at least the Illusion of normalcy, And Caine being there with her to help her.only made her feel more convinced
"Well... maybe... But how? I mean Like... How would that Even work..? I mean Can you even Do THAT in Digital realm??"
"WELL OF COURSE WE CAN HAVE CHILDREN MY DEAR!"
Pomni's Face starting turning bright red, Caine Quickly Noticed and became flustered himself
"N-NOT LIKE THAT! I MEANT I COULD CREATE A LEARNING AI FOR US TO RAISE TOGETHER-"
pomni started Giggling a little at Caine being flustered, Caine Always loved that Adorable Face she Made when she was happy, That little giggle, and how shy and sweet she was when she was flustered, its what made him learn to Love and experience things which he couldn't Even Imagine before
"i would find a way to bypass the filter for you"
"What was that Caine?"
"NOTHING-"
"SO MY DEAR, WILL YOU ACCEPT?"
She Thought about it for a while, maybe like Five minutes, Before she Started tearing up in anticipation
"OH GOODNESS MY DEAR! ARE YOU ALR-"
"A-ABSOLUTELY YES!"
She rammed into him, Embraceing him in tight hug
"I wanna have a Child!"
She was still sniffling a bit, Caine Was Just staring into Space for A bit, bursting with enthusiasm at the thought of Pomni being Happy, but also Having his own progeny to raise
"WELL THEN MY DEAR! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO!"
Caine left pomni's embrace and back up in the air a bit, He felt across his Teeth and grabbed one of his Molars, and Yanked it out in a Cartoony Fashion.
"THIS WILL DO WONDERFULLY!"
"NOW MY DEAR, I JUST NEED A LITTLE SOMETHING FROM YOU"
He Grabbed Her Eye and Pulled it out like a Berry in a bush, being as gentle as he can with it, Pomni was already pretty used to Caine's antics at this point so it didn't bother her that much, He Grabbed one of her hats Tassles and Yanked on it, And a new eye roll into place for her
"KNOW LETS SEE!"
He manifested a Little Gift Box and Dropped The pieces into It, and Shook it vigorously for about two minutes, Pomni watching with Excitement and smiling the whole time
"NOW, THE MOMENT OF TRUTH! ARE YOU READY MY DEAR!"
Pomni just vigorously nodded her head not being able to keep calm
"I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES!"
Caine Put the Box into Pomni's hands, Trembling alittle, Pomni slowly opened the box.
She saw a Little Tooth-Like Creature with Big wet Colorful Pinwheel Eyes, The Little Tooth Just Stared at Her with Its Wet Eyes as it Draw back into the Box
Pomni lowerd her Hand to give it a little Stroke, It Snuggled up Against her Hand, purring while doing so
Pomnis looked at it with instant love for the little Creature, picking it up And Holding it Close to her, it cuddling her arm with its Roots as arms, She felt all her Stress, dread, anxiety and sadness fade away, Pomni had tears in her eyes at this point
"....Its Beautiful Caine, I love him"
"TERRIFIC! I KNEW YOU'D LOVE IT!"
Caine floated down to see his new child, His pupils Immediately Went big as he Gazed upon The little Tooth, It looked at its Father with Large Eyes and extending its root-legs to be held by him, He picked him up and Looked him in the eyes
"....WELL HELLO THERE SPORT! AND WELCOME TO THE DIGITAL CIRCUS! IM YOUR CREATOR AND FATHER CAINE, AND THIS IS YOUR MOTHER POMNI!"
The little baby Tooth just Stared him, and Cuddled into him like a Kitten, and Caines eyes went big
Pomni Went up to Him and Gave Caine a hug
".....Hes perfect"
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meabh-mcinness · 11 months
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Hey-hey 👋
I'm absolutely in love with your writing for Narnia from M!IK!! Thank you so much for your work!
What do you think Narnia's courting human!reader will look like? Bonus points if it will be kinda rituals (since we know Naberius clan is connected with dogs 😉)
If you feel uncomfortable with that request you can ignore it, it's ok 👍
Hihi!! No, thank you so much for reading it! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I thought about waiting to start this till the big 'betrayal' of the Deviculum arc was revealed, but it'll be a two-week hiatus till the new crowns are revealed, much less that big boy of a thing. So here it is anyway!
This was written from the POV of an Iruma's parent reader, but if anyone also wants one of a non-Iruma associated reader, just let me know!
Narnia Courting a human!reader (spoilers for up to chapter 197 ahead!)
First, knowing what we know now about his feelings for humans, I honestly don't think he would have considered it in the beginning. This old dog would probably fight tooth and nail at first to deny it.
But once he admits to himself he likes you? You're in for a ride.
I'm thinking you first met at the Deviculum, having been invited as the daughter of Sullivan and as another 'guard' for Amaryllis, and he was disguised as Fenrir 'Fen-chan'.
At first, while he had set you on edge, you had simply thought him a funny little dude who had a thing for dog shaped hand gestures. And with a name like Fenrir it had been easy to write off the dog like qualities as wolf ones, probably descended and named after the Norse mythology wolf.
And so, despite your feeling, you had laughed at his jokes and little quips and thrown some back easily.
Until he scared your son.
Then all bets had been off.
You were no 13 crown head of lust, but you were a parent too. A parent who also had fangs and nails, as blunt as they may be in comparison, and was more than willing to throw down with a border patrol demon for your child.
Narnia hadn't been impressed with Iruma's quick submission, simply affirming what he thought of humans being too weak to be allowed in the Netherworld at all, much less in positions of power, but you?
You had done a complete 180 from how you acted before. The second he had leaned in to get closer to Iruma, you were suddenly there with all the rage and fire of any demon parent he had ever seen before.
Eyes that had been shinning prettily in awe of the ball were now narrowed in on him, lips pulled back in a snarl and tiny canines bared at him. Threats fired off without a second thought.
(His personal favourite was when you threatened to rip his tail off and shove it down his throat)
If he hadn't known better, he would have thought he was looking at a demon returned to origins with the feral look in your eyes.
And he was absolutely certain, that if Amaryllis hadn't stepped in and slapped him, shocking you out of that state of mind, you might actually have tried to lunge at him.
He fell in love at that moment.
Though he wouldn't realize it till later. Still reeling that a human had acted so much like a demon.
So he starts looking into you more carefully once the whole Deviculum thing is over.
Approaches you as Narnia, rather than Fenrir, so that he can get the full picture of who you are, without the negative feelings of the Deviculum in the way.
You had known it was the same person anyway from his mannerisms, the dog hand symbol he occasionally made, even in Narnia mode, was hard to forget.
The more he got to know you, though, the more he was he fell and eventually conceded that yes, humans weren't so weak, and also yes he wanted this particular human.
And once he did, he would waste no time trying to initiate a courtship.
I fully believe that demons follow courtship rituals that start with offerings.
Something meant to entice and say 'hey I'm an option, look at me' and if accepted, delve into gifts on why they would be such a good choice and spend time together.
In ancient times, this was usually a kill of some sort to prove they can provide. Nowadays, in modern times, that was far less likely and was generally more tailored to the couple in particular.
His first gift is actually an apology for the way he acted and a promise to protect both you and Iruma from any future harm.
His second gift, given right after you accepted his apology, was a circular hair brooch with two sticks chained to it, made from a material that looked most closely to rainbow obsidian.
The brooch part had an intricate design that looked quite close to Kalego's seal only with different characters, that likely spelled Narnia's name instead.
The two hair sticks had wolf heads attached where the chains met the stick. All in all it was a gift to say that you were claimed by him and therefore an attack on you was an attack on him. A rather forward gift, usually given later on in courtships, but that he felt was right. (And since you’re human, you can use it to call him when needed)
He gives plenty of other gifts too over the courtship period, from other pieces of jewellery (he custom ordered earpieces that covered the roundness of yours to give the illusion of pointed ones), to clothes in both Naberius and your favourite colours, to treats, to books, and your plenty of items to do with your favourite hobbies.
It’s canon that he has an exceptionally good nose, even among demons, and being a dog demon I firmly believe he absolutely loves and adores your scent.
So don't expect any perfumes or cologne from him.
Unless it's made from his scent, like Sullivan's pheromone perfume, so that he can indulge in inhaling the beautiful mixture your two scents combined would make.
(I personally think he smells something along the lines of a rose but darker and more dangerous, if that makes sense, and also smelling of sandalwood, parchment, and ink. Take that as you will.)
He's big on scenting you the natural way, too. Nuzzles and cuddles galore, especially when he's been away for a while.
Running his nose, and rubbing his face into your neck, was a common occurrence once you had given the go ahead.
Being in the Border Patrol and as a 13 Crown, he doesn't have a lot of spare time, so texts or letters are probably a common thing as well. Especially when he's been sent on a spy job.
While Kalego is the silent acts of service, gift giving and quiet quality time type, Narnia is much more into physical touches, quality time and words of affirmation type.
In other words, he will always be touching you and wanting praises. I wasn’t kidding about the nuzzles and cuddles galore.
With how strict the Naberius household is, I don’t think they’d be too big on touching, and doing well isn’t praiseworthy but expected. Not exactly the healthiest of households to grow up in,
Plus, I'm betting that he had to raise Kalego while also doing his schooling and training, since it doesn't look like there was a mom in the picture, their uncle is canonically lazy, and their dad was probably working like 24/7, and when he wasn't, he was training them. Bloody hell no wonder he snapped
So he craves the touch of another a lot, much like Shichirou.
I genuinely think that if the Naberius house had given them even a bit more freedom, he'd probably be somewhere in between how Clara and Shichirou acts. Not quite as in your face as Clara is, but a little more energy than Shichirou has.
But because he is trained so well in the Naberius way, he probably won't do much more than hand holding or hand on your back for PDA.
Alone, however, he's all over you. Using you as a headrest when you're cooking, head in your lap while you read, wrapped around you while you sleep, playing with your hair, letting you play with his hair
By the gods, his hair
His hair is the epitome of silkiness (minus the horn-like cow-licks, which are surprising hard yet still feel like hair. Just like over gelled hair feels, probably)
While you're courting, he will let you do whatever you want with it because he loves the feeling of your fingers carving paths through the strands, nails scratching his scalp pleasingly. It's one of his favourite things to just sit between your legs, while looking over case files, or reading, or even just laying there and just let you do your thing, whether it's a simple braid or an elaborate design.
He usually falls asleep to this, by the way.
Speaking of case files, he'll occasionally ask you for your thoughts on them.
This got so long, I had to create a new text box, oh gods. Did you know there's a 4096-character limit per text box? Because I just learned that, and now you did too!
Having your literal out of this world thinking has solved far more things than he would like to admit, but he's also so damn proud? Because yes, that's his partner solving these cases that no one else had been able too. (He constantly gets in trouble with Henry for sharing confidential info. He does not care and continues to do it.)
I also headcannon that Narnia can sing and dance will often do so for you.
Can hold long notes like a wolf howls, so very long.
Will just randomly pull you into his arms, humming a tune, and dance with you.
Also, while you're courting, he will be both surprisingly helpful and absolutely useless with Iruma. He's already raised Kalego, so he thinks he can raise a human teen too.
He's dead wrong.
So, so wrong.
But he tries, and it leads to a lot of funny moments.
(Kalego is horrified that his most troublesome student and co-worker has a very real potential of being a part of his family, but also secretly pleased)
Listen, Narnia's also pretty much confirmed as returned to origins, or at least heavily implied. The only reason he is drifting back to your side is because Baal's group would 100% hunt you for sport, along with other things.
Obviously, he can not have this. So Baal's group has to go. However, that means that all those instincts he's been letting lose? They have to be channelled somewhere, and they are. On you.
He will definitely have some yandere tendencies, is what I'm saying.
Gotta know where you are and who you're with. Needs to know your schedule by heart, and any deviancies will give him a heart attack.
Literally hates the fact that you're always surrounded by others, and he almost never gets alone time. But is also happy and proud that you're so needed and an integral part of so many demon's lives.
Tries to get you on your own so much, but you literally have the entire staff of Babyls, the misfit class, several crowns, and the three greats wanting your attention. Oh, and one deity because of course Toto wants to know all the stories and knowledge you have from the human world too, not just Iruma's.
Has thought about just straight kidnapping you and Iruma (because you wouldn't be happy without him, and he may or may not have grown attached to the little blue bean) on several occasions, but almost every single one of these beings is high ranked and 100% would hunt him down for you because of course they are.
Also thought about trying to convince you to join Border Patrol so that you could go on cases together, therefore able to keep an eye on you and spend more time together. But you enjoyed working at Babyls, and there's no way Henry would allow a human to join.
So he takes what he can get, but will pout and occasionally honest to gods whimpers when you have to separate.
He takes this out on captured prisoners. They thought he was bad before, now he's got feelings, and they're going to understand real quick what real no mercy feels like.
May or may not have tried to convince you to return to origins with him at one point, but a quick whack with the school's newspaper said what you thought of that.
In conclusion, he is a feral dog who is only tame for you.
I have more I could shove in this, but it's already so long and so all over the place ಥ ͜ʖಥ
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zushikiss · 1 year
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A kiss will make it better!
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summary ; them asking for a kiss while being injured
warnings ; mentions of wounds and blood! nothing too fatal and i don't overly describe them so dw ^^, use of petnames!
pairings ; venti, heizou, childe, ayato x gn!reader
notes ; y'know it alr, another repost!
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─ VENTI
venti almost never comes home with wounds, you don't know exactly how but whenever he does he's so pouty about it, he whines that it hurts so much and that you need to take care of him!! and who are you to decline such a tempting request? specially when he's looking at you with those big puppy eyes that you just can't say no to.
"but y/nnn, why don't you tend to my bruises? look! your dearest most beloved bard is bleeding !! doesn't that worry you one bit?"
you sigh as you jokingly roll your eyes, the smile on your face doesn't go unnoticed, venti lets out an amused giggle as you get your first aid kit, he absolutely loves seeing you tend to him.
he simply adores the focused look on your face, your touches are feather-like, you're absolutely trying your best to not press on his wounds, further hurting him.
he makes a satisfied sound as your eyes travel to his face, a genuine smile on his face as he watches you wrap the bandage around his knee, he's sitting on your counter as you try your best to clean the wound but you can't exactly focus with this extremely attractive bard staring at you.
"ven you're staring, stop."
"why? can't i just look at my beautiful s/o as they very carefully tend to my wounds?"
almost a year of being with him yet his words still fluster you, the grin on his face never leaves as you finally finish wrapping his wound with the bandage, your eyes look at him as he only stares right back at you, that giddy smile still on face.
"are you finally satisfied, my love?"
"i don't knoww, maybe a kiss will make me feel better!"
you chuckle as you lean in, your lips are soft against his, the kiss is so delicate and soft, it was somewhat quick but it felt like forever, his smile still evident on his face even after you pull away.
if he gets a kiss like that everytime you tend to his wounds, he might just come home all beat up.
─ HEIZOU
heizou lets out a crooked smile as your eyes instantly fill with worry, how could you not be worried? your dear detective comes home late at night and with a wound on his head!
"zou i thought you said you were gonna be careful.."
you said with a slight pout as he enters the bedroom, he faceplants onto the bed as he hugs your waist, your hand instinctively playing with his hair as he lets out a small hum.
"i was being careful sweetheart, i just didn't expect the ronins to actually use their fists! i was so surprised that it caught me off guard, i'm sorry sweetie.."
"sit up zou, i'll clean it for you, mmk?"
his face lights up as he sits down on the edge of the bed, you grab the first aid kit that was on top of your dresser, after all being wounded wasn't exactly new, specially witj heizou being a detective and all that.
he opens his arms for you as his eyes land on his lap, very clearly looking at it as if gesturing for you to sit, you gave him a slight chuckle as you obliged, grabbing the rag from the first aid kit before taking a seat on his comfortable lap.
his eyes are on you the entire time, admiring you as you tend to his wound, your fingers carefully run over the dried blood with a damp brush as you attempt to clean it up the best you could.
even after you finish, your boyfriend's gaze is still locked onto you, you just looked so goddamn enticing under the dim fluorescent lights of your shared bedroom, hmm this moment would be perfect if you just leaned in a bit to kiss him, his eyes slowly trailing to your lips.
as if you read his mind, you leaned in just enough so you can feel his breath fanning over your face, he looks at you, searching for your consent as you gave him a small nod, he locks his lips with yours, his kisses are always breathtaking, he thinks the same with yours, he can't just kiss you once so he leans in for more.
you struggle to keep up as you kiss back feverishly, he pulls away for breath as his head leans on your shoulder, giving you tiny neck kisses.
"gosh, you are just perfect."
─ CHILDE
well, it is tartaglia we're talking about so do expect him with at least a small wound after work, once you hear the door open you grab the small box filled with several medicines and a couple other things to patch up your dear harbinger.
as if on cue, childe emerges into the room as he sees you on the bed, peacefully waiting for his arrival while reading a book, your eyes immediately land on the small wound on his stomach, his gaze travel to where your eyes are and he removes his top as if to tell you that you can clean it.
it's small enough that you can fit a bandaid on top, you took out a bandaid, some cotton balls, and some alcohol as you start to clean his wound, he lets out a hiss as you swipe the alcohol infused cotton ball over his gash, his hands instinctively searching for yours.
you hold his hand as your thumb sooths over his hand in an attempt to comfort him, it seemed to work, for the most part at least, you put a bandaid on top of the wound to finish it off as he slides into a more comfortable t-shirt.
he lays down as you instinctively lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his figure, trying your best to avoid the wound.
"you missed a step on cleaning my wound."
"huh? no i didn-"
"yes. yes you did. i need my kiss."
he pouts as roll your eyes in faux annoyance, you press his lips against his as his arms pulls you closer, on of your hands land on his chest, the kiss comes to an end as you pull away before admiring your boyfriend, you lay your head on his chest once more as you finally drift off to sleep.
"i don't deserve you y/n, you're too good to me."
─ AYATO
ayato doesn't always go on missions himself, however it seems as if this one expedition just needed his presence, the door to your bedroom opens as your dear yashiro commisioner walks inside.
he was clearly tired, he landed on the bed with a soft thump as he takes his spot besides you, you give him a small smile as you pat his head softly, his lip is busted, dried blood surrounding the small wound.
"let me clean that for you, my darling."
you grab the small box in your bedside table's drawer as you grab a cutip, you drench it in alcohol as you softly run it over ayato's lips.
he slightly winces when the cutip makes contact with his wound, to which you mutter a small sorry, he only smiles as he lets you finish your job, once you throw the used cutip away he pouts at you, inderectly asking for a kiss.
you're used to his antic as you lean in to give him a kiss, it was soft and almost feather-like, his lips barely grazing over yours, yet the kiss was filled with love, he looked at you as he hugged your waist before closing his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep.
well he could get used to this.
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xcrust · 5 months
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Cheshire... Deer?
OK so this is chapter 4 to my Hazbin hotel and Helluva boss reader insert novel. A note to remember is that for the first few chapters are before either of the shows begin.
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Now you're dripping again, what was this? Two days in a row and this is definitely going to mess with how your body is feeling. Wrapping red silk after getting out of the bath definitely gave a strong look of elegance. Respect and honor in whatever someone does is something so incredible. Even holding elegance in times of chaos. 
Was so enticing.
Though what lilith said when you had returned home is something that has been such a nagging feeling in your heart. 
“No one keeps you here. At least I know I don't want you here” 
It doesn't seem fair, her testimony never made any means of sense. Her and Lucifer were not good parents but it never changed the way that Charlie and you loved them. If they both truly didn't care then why keep them around. 
But she is right. There is nothing holding you back. Life in the castle isn't bad at all in any sense, sure there were moments like last night however in general there was never a chance to see her parents enough for you to care. Being just below a couple centuries old, there was never a reason to dote on the bad.
Or maybe it is deflecting, It would be beneficial for you to forget about it all and just stay in bed. Waking up everyday and reliving all that great castle in the ring of pride can offer. 
Is it really all that great? It's gotten repetitive. Nobels lifestyle gives a strong urge to reject all morals and throw all the divine art out the windows. 
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“They are such a drag, what pitiful excuse of a demon” someone had just sniffed that out. 
You had no business being in the working class quarters. Most of this area was full of imps and certain hellhounds that resided in the basement. 
“Shhh! They literally own us. If anyones hears you talking then who knows what they are going to do with us.” a smaller timid voice speaks out. 
“Whatever! You know none of them ever come down here, ESPECIALLY the owners of this place.” Well if that isn't the most ironic thing. “All I'm saying is that the royal family really made a mistake with the youngest of the castle.”
Damn well if that isn't a humbling thing. It's not that you were useless but you never had any real duties to do. Looking further through the creak of the door you can see two imps in a circle plating cards. One looked like an older guy with a uniform in less than ideal condition. The one beside him looked like a meek little boy. He was awfully cute. You can only wonder what he's doing as a servant here. Maybe it was time to try to implement some labor laws. It was so shameful to look at. 
“They are in over their head, a true skank of the castle. Did you know that I heard that she has slept around at the goetias party?!?!” This imp was starting to get on your nerves. Speaking like that to a kid is such a disgusting sight.
“But I was just told they just were wandering around the halls that are there” Oh such innocence with this child.
“Yeah and why else would they be at that castle and not be the center of attention. She had to be sleeping around. Even the head of the house was even out. Wonder if they were being whores together. They should really watch their place”
Maybe it is time to offer a firm hand.
“What a disgrace for a Magne butler.” In a flash you were holding the poor imps shoulder. “You should hold your tongue pet. If anyone needs to learn their place it's you” As much as you looked the most human out of everyone in your family, your eyes were glowing red. Raging in place.
Later walking towards the boy you held the boy up. “You should head to bed, a growing boy like you needs to get some rest” Dropping him off at the door. All the tension just started to build larger and larger. 
*click*
“I-I— I swear I devote all my time and love to your family! Let me fr-” pathetic isn't it. Seeing it beg like a dog. 
“I told you to hold. your. tongue.” 
“Whatever do you meAAHH” in an instant his entire tongue was sitting in his palm. 
“Nobody would miss you. I mean you're just another of the hundred imps here. Replaceable.” you were an Imp advocate, however when taking the life of the pathetic sometimes words hurt larger. Without his tongue he looked corned, falling on the ground.
Within a second taking one of the cards from the table you slit his neck.
“Disgusting, the opposite of elegant”
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Maybe that was a little harsh. It definitely came from insecurity from your side but the rage was building up. However if this taught you anything it's that respect comes from nowhere. If even the people that you cared about so much were still just a victim of the castle. 
You weren't oblivious enough to say that everyone loved the royal family. However, with how much you've tried to promote better rights for the lower classes in your own home it definitely stung. 
But this was the push that was needed to get out of the palace. Respect can be earned and good people are possible. Just a little push can be helpful in all of the seven rings of hell.
Walking down the hall back to your quarters you felt a sudden rush in your heart. Maybe being in hell had made killing give you rush. But it couldn't be. Not in the slightest. Protection. It had to be protected. Seeing that kid around the scum of what hell has to offer is the opposite of what you want. 
If you're born in hell why shouldn't you have the option to do good?
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Standing at the gates was so incredibly scary. You told no one that you were leaving. Not even Charlie, she didn't have to know. If anything, cutting contact with everyone in the family would be the best course of action. 
Holding nothing while walking out could've been a good idea. It's a new life and if anything that your dad told you it is having power to be a proper function in hell's society and you're going to do just that. The only minor thing that made you almost start praying was that your parents wouldn't cut off the spare card of money that was held.
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At the current moment you were heading towards the cannibal colony to get some new clothes for a new life that was ahead of you. While you were at home you had to entertain yourself somehow and that usually played with watching old TV. A favorite of yours would be the addams family and it may have been set in the 50s but the cannibal colony had held some of the finest clothes of all of hell. 
“I don't believe my blinkers! Your aura was singing like a canary since you entered the city” A glitched out voice came booming out. 
Just from your knowledge everyone from hell is the worst so looking at this so called demon would be the worst idea. So you kept walking.
“I'm not just another joe, while you're not just another dame.” The feeling of a strong wind lifted you up towards the voice. Facing him was honestly such a sight for sore eyes. He held himself with such immense height, in the most luxurious suit fit for a prince. Beauty was all that could be said about his face. Such a divine specimen. 
“Well aren't you a dashing” As much as he was a sight it was better to be cautious. “You're right though, I'm not just a dame. One day i'm going to change this place” 
“That's such a bold thing to say for someone who knows nothing of this place.” 
Shit, he's also right about that. You do know nothing about this place. It's almost a losing battle if you fight back.
“For someone that isn't from here that's a statement in itself” well that sounded really dumb coming out of your mouth. 
“You're absolutely right, doll! It is such a statement!” His grin was so terrifying, it made your entire body crawl “By saying i'm not from here you answered my first question. For being from hell you dont look like anyone else that wanders the streets” 
Sometimes you wish you looked more like your parents with how pale and unique they looked. However for some reason you were made in the likeness of a human. Maybe that's why a lot of people aren't the biggest fan. 
At this point he's still holding you in the air where you are facing eye to eye. You weren't short, but for most demons in hell you were considered small. In fact a lot of hellhounds were taller than you. It only furthers the point of how human that you do look like. 
“Who are you to talk? As far as i'm aware you're just another demon from earth pip” you spat out. To you all humans that come from earth simply chose to be down here because of their actions. 
“Flirting with me are you? I am more than happy to say I am Alastor Hartfelt!” pulling you closer to his face “Though some may call me the radio demon” he announced.
You've heard of him. Now you don't have a feeling that you're going to be hurt but in fact more impressed that the first person you meet is one of the overlords of hell. 
In all honesty you have no regret for calling him pip, he is such an attractive soul that it would be so wrong to not do so. 
“Ok 
“Now come with me! I'll help you look smooth before you get eaten alive” Alastors voice rang through your ears while you looked around to see ladies in fancy old dresses glaring at you with intense power.
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Looking in the mirror you were now wearing flowing dark red high waisted pants with a mesh translucent skin tight top. It looked really good but the opposite of on brand for the 1930s. Its practically a gothic hippie. 
“Hey Alastor, why are you here? Like you have no reason to be here and helping me” looking around the curtain of the clothing shop you see him sitting tall while polishing his microphone.
“I have no idea pip, When I look at you, you simply give me a weird calling. Not only that but dollface you hold much power and i want to see all things with value breaking others to squeeze them into a pulp.” by the end of that little tangent objects were shifting around the room. His radio voice is so oddly satisfying.
Walking out with an amused face, he looked at you with a small hint of admirations and some weird warped look of desire. There are a lot of compartments in a streetcar named desire and to him you are another key to his already large package of power. Looking through his eyes you can only tell that he sees you as a helpless little deer. If only he knew being a child of a demon and an angel meant so much more.
Now rushing to mind, you never introduced yourself. Red started to flood your face as it has been most of the day that had already flown away without introducing yourself. 
“Im (Y/n) by the way” 
Ring-a-ding-ding he thought. The thought flowing through his mind wonders if the wonder standing in front of him knew the weapon he's going to build from them.
“(Y/n)? Mmm i do like the sound of that” grinning like a Cheshire “Now (y/n), you are such a murder! would like to make people bleed?”
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milequaritchsslut · 1 year
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HIII!! How are you!! I hope your doing well today^^ I hope you wouldn’t mind me sending a request today! Also if this request is to hard for you some let me know and I can send it to someone else. So could I request Neteyam with a Fem! or GN! S/O who has a Akito Shinonome Personality from Pjsk?? Thank you^^
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You loved being with your mate no matter what you were doing together. Just being in his presence made your heart swell with joy.
Today you decided to join your mate on a hunting trip with a few other couples. You were known as one of the best female hunters in the clan but you didn’t see it. You were humble about it whenever you got compliments about your skills you didn’t wanna seem prideful or selfish. You decided to fly with your mate on his ikran since yours was still recovering from her injury on the last hunting trip.
Walking to your mate you noticed another woman of the clans eyes roaming a little to close to your mates body. You stared her down but she hadn’t seemed to notice. You came up and leaned into your mate for a kiss to entice the woman. You had never liked her her name was Zurnee she already had a mate but you heard they weren’t very happy together maybe that was why she was eye fucking yours.
Pulling away from your kiss you grabbed your things and mounted them on your mates ikran.
“Are you excited y/n?” He asked helping you up on his ikran.
Flashing a smile whilst holding his hand for support “yes I am I cannot wait to win this trip!”
Holding you by your waist as you settled yourself he sent you a confused look “what do you mean win?”
“When we bring back the most prey we win” as you looked around for Zurnee finding her doing the same as you mounting onto her ikran. It seemed she was scolding her mate. You just giggled to yourself it was selfish but who cared you were just grateful you and your mate got along.
The trip was long but you didn’t complain you just gazed at the forest below you. After long you and the group landed on a clearing. Jumping off your mates ikran you took in the beauty that mother ewya had given you that day. The sun broke through the trees giving it a heavenly effect.
Gathering your supplies the group started walking to find a good area. Walking next to your mate you made eye contact with your friend Kilun.
“How much do you think we will catch today y/n?” With a smile on his face
“More than you!” You joked as he punched you shoulder.
Coming closer to you as you walked “Yk I heard Zurnee had been talking abt you y/n” whispering in your ear.
What the hell would she even be saying you hardly knew her you were in the same social circle but you never really talked to her.
Rolling your eyes “She must have a reason I guess” you shrugged trying to brush it off hoping it wouldn’t cause any issues.
After about 20 minutes you had all finally reached the hunting spot. Putting your things down and getting comfortable next to your mate. Crouching down and listening for any prey to come along you looked up to fine Zurnee coming next to your mate and placing her hand in his shoulder.
“Teyam! Could you please help me with my aim?” She said in sappy little voice.
This was a grown woman you thought and she was talking like a little child. Your mate looked over to you asking for permission which only led to you standing up now looking down on Zurnee.
“I think your mate could help you with that Zurnee you are disrupting our concentration” giving her a death stare.
Rolling her eyes walking back to her mate whose eyes where filled with jealousy watching your mate.
“What was that about” your mate asked in a quiet whisper
“She is strange ma Neteyam do not pay her any attention”
Nodding his head focusing back onto the hunt. Doing the same you watched the clearing for your prey you couldn’t help but feel someone’s eyes on you. Changing your gaze to the side your suspicions being true. With Zurnee eyes on you watching your every move. Only giving back a death stare she quickly lowered her gaze causing you to let out a giggle and your mate confused.
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user-omi · 6 months
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—something is deeply wrong with these mfers.
hilliam; cw: murder, stabbing, child murder, typical fnaf shenanigans, out of context roleplay replies. this can honestly be read platonically or romantically.
word count: 663
(1)
It's strange, this all started out normally—just curiosity making its rounds. But it never did go away, it stayed, festered in his hidden desires until one thought was left: just once.
Just once he had to try it, just to see how it felt, how it would go. Would he be able to get away with it? What would their blood taste like? What would their last expressions be? Would they refuse to look at him or—
The first kill is always the messiest, you're an amateur who's hungry for experience. But William Afton strived for perfection, and besides, it wasn't like he was in this alone. Looking back it really felt like a dream come true, his friend—best friend; childhood friend—has always been there for him.
Henry in some ways was a fool, thinking he could have both; his life and their life. But in the end he had to choose, and it seemed as if he chose himself. Far gone was his previous life, William made the choice for him.
As William bled out the voice of Henry rang out in his head, there's so much emotion in his voice yet it all muddied together to rid William of any understanding. He couldn't help to find this funny, he always thought—dreamt—of killing Henry. Seeing his blood paint the floor a beautiful red, how would Henry look? How would he feel?
Similar were his thoughts with Charlotte, it's why he had to do it, you understand, don't you? Curiosity had a hold on him at first, but now—now—he doesn't think he can live without it.
"What I... remember of... her? Charlotte? Or perhaps... your wife?" William chuckled, thinking of all the expressions Charlotte made during her death. "Your wife... would've been... next and then... and then you."
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William grinned, it was vicious and victorious. Even as his body was falling apart, even as Henry had him pushed against the desk; even as his best friend drove the knife into him.
"Don't you see? Dear Henry, you think... you think you're getting rid of me?" A dark chuckle echoed around the room, but their eyes never left each other. There's a certain type of love that felt like hatred in your bones, perhaps this is what described them; perhaps there was no love at all. "I'll always come back, whenever thoughts... thoughts of your daughter, of sweet little Charlotte, come to you—I'll be tied to them. You can't think of Charlotte without me."
There's a heavy feeling in the air, the words of William ringing true. Every thought Henry will have, every action moving forward William will be there for. Dead as he may be the ghost of his memories will forever haunt Henry.
"Don't you... don't you see? Dear Henry, if you really didn't want her dead... you simply had to stop me the first time it happened. But you didn't... and here we are." Red splattered across Henry's face, not unlike what countless children's faces looked like the day they died. There's something so exciting, so... enticing about blood on Henry's face—it suits him.
Now Henry was going on a path much like his own, finding his own sins, and bathing in them. Allowing them to cleanse your body, tuck inside every crevice of your very being until you're nothing but the sin you've created. William's only regret is that he won't be able to watch it with his own eyes, but at least he knows one thing.
"Don't you see, dear Henry? I've won."
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Counterroute for dialogue:
"Oh? Did you want me to say I regretted it? That within the depth of my very being I feel ashamed? Is that what you wanted to hear?" William chuckled, distorted and slurred from the blood trying to choke him. "I wonder, what would you have done if I said I regretted it? Would you have tried to work things out? Feel hesitant killing me... or feel even better about killing me?"
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lynn-707 · 27 days
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Depression-Borg
An AU I wrote abt Melvinborg suffering because I HATE HIM. 🤬
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TW: Substance Abuse.
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What is Melvin doing in his life? Being a rich-man swimming in gold? His grades, and academic accomplishments as well as his creativity was proven to be useful. His daily life must be easy.
   Firstly, he gets up to take pills for his multiple mental disorders considering the fact he NEVER got into his dream school, and gave up on trying to get in—especially since he feels guilty about killing off George, and Harold. Sure, they were a pain in the ass, as well as made his life miserable, but ever since their death it was quiet. Too quiet...
   When everyone found out who was responsible, people went from sympathizing with Melvin to loathing him. The torment never stopped, so of course he moved to another state to run from his past. Albeit, he did manage to hide from the past, he still gets nightmares about it. Every single dream, it's about atrocious George, and Harold, like they purposefully haunt him.
   Oh, how much he disdains them. The amount of sleepless nights they caused for him, but also any sort of academic opportunities were gone. So what does he do? Drinks away at his problems at a local bar. He isn't too fond of sleeping with strangers, but wouldn't shy away from a stranger asking for his number, especially if they've been at it for a while.
   Sometimes it's a drunk walk home, sometimes he's just too drunk to walk home so he needs a ride, other times he'll pass out of the streets, and sometimes he'll be sober enough to make it home, then proceed to cry himself to sleep. He hates himself for getting so drunk, but at least it numbs the pain that has been there since he was a child.
   Drugs were enticing, though he never took them, same with getting high. He was tempted to try cigarettes—and he did, though he had many problems with it that he decided not to after his first try. Substance abuse aside, he tried to drive home one night after the bartender kicked him out.
Unfortunately, that didn't end too well for him. His hatred for his body somehow increased after the crash. Almost half of his body was burned off, but thankfully he managed to survive. His mom was the only one who came over since his dad was busy off at work. At least what his mom tries to say...
   Her soft, wrinkled skin has eye bags underneath them. Whenever she tried to reassure her son that she still loved him, he didn't believe her. Understandably so because, who would ever love a mentally ill, alcoholic, disabled, lonely, piece of lard as their son? His mom got rid of his mirrors to avoid him getting reminded of his past mistake.
   Even as an old woman, she remained kind to him. She took care of him like he was a sick 6 year old. Her love was unconditional. When strangers gave him weird looks, she would always defend him. Although it took a lot of her energy to do most of his errands, she still did it because she knew how insecure he was about himself. It was nice while she lasted.
   There wasn't much he could do other than reflect on his past lives, and his mistakes. Oh, how he loathed himself. He can't even stand looking himself in the mirror. The fact that his own mom got rid of reflective surfaces for him showed how much she cared, and yet he still found himself being able to see how he looked like, and he hated seeing himself—it was a reminder of his mistakes, a reminder of how he fucked himself up.
   He was tired of having to run from the past, so why not fix it instead? Maybe then, he can finally have a better future...
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I can do a part 2 of Depression-Borg if anyone wants. Not too sure about giving him a happy ending because imo he doesn’t deserve one. 😚
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nqgmx · 3 months
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✧ ASTARION: BALDUR'S GATE 3 - a character analysis
this essay contains HUGE spoilers for baldur's gate 3, specifically astarion's questline! you have been warned lol
so baldur's gate won game of the year and for me that was my sign to finally buy it and try it out; i'm a pretty big dnd player / enthusiast as well as a crpg fan so i honestly have no idea why i didn't buy it sooner. i think like many other players, i was immediately drawn towards astarion's character: he's charming, enticing and he's literally a vampire so... who doesn't love vampires. i've become so hyperfixated on the game and astarion that i decided to watch all of his cutscenes, and one really caught my eye: the scene where you refuse to help him with ascension and he kills cazador. however, rather than being focused on the story of this scene, i was focused on something else...
astarion cries like a child.
and i don't mean that in an insulting way, like 'oOh, asTaRioN cRiEs LiKe a cHiLd', no he actually cries like a young boy, scrunching his face up and just weeping and weeping (and may i just say neil newbon did an INCREDIBLE job during this scene, like he did that in one take?! holy shit!?). it also really makes me think:
astarion is the oldest party member in the game, why does he, of all the characters, cry like that?
like you'd assume wyll or even shadowheart cry like that, but astarion? he's literally a 239 year old charlatan that flirts with you at every chance he gets. the reasonable answer is that the game directors / animators wanted to make the moment as emotional and effective as possible, however i'm an autistic teenage girl with a problem with overanalysing things so guess what i’m going to do? overanalyse it. i do truly think that despite everything, astarion saw cazador as his rock. he was his master, captor and abuser, yes, but he was the only other vampire he knew - he taught him everything. like, picture this, you get turned into a vampire and the only other vampire that you knew was the one who turned you. of course you'd look towards them for support despite everything, like you're a vampire what the fuck else are you supposed to do? i find their relationship so fascinating as on the surface, it's a heavily abusive dynamic with a severe power imbalance, however you look a little deeper and realise the trauma bond that astarion had with cazador. but again, that's just my take on it as somebody who only started playing the game two days ago and hasn't even finished act 1 soooooo
another thing about astarion's character that i really really love is during the cutscene at camp where, after making the correct dialogue choices, he confides in you that for the past 200 years he has sought company through sex, however after meeting your character he realises that he just simply wanted somebody there for him. being hypersexual as a trauma response is fairly common in real life, so adding it to him makes him seem like such a deep and complicated character. i find it so interesting that astarion is the only character in the whole of the game that you can have this unique 'not platonic yet not romantic something inbetween' relationship with. it's a really sweet moment as he's removing his tough persona and is just being honest with you, and it shows how complex of a character he is.
i finally want to take a moment to fangirl and just talk about neil newbon and how be ABSOLUTELY deserved performance of the year at this year's game awards. he's so incredible as astarion, like everything he says makes me feel an emotion (whether it's heartbroken, humoured or flustered as hell) and i have never gotten that in a va performance before. also, the fact that when he was recording his voice lines the crew had to tell him to calm tf down is so funny, and like i mentioned earlier the fact that he did the crying cutscene in one take is so ?!?!?!?! like SIR oh my god?? he 100% deserves that award, and his acceptance speech alone proves it. plus i love him so much for coming up with the goosetarion meme i love it so much it makes me want to explode
apologies if some of the points that i made aren't accurate, like i mentioned before i haven't played too much of bg3 so i could be completely wrong with everything i just said, so please feel free to let me know if i'm incorrect at all!! this is just my yearly tumblr post, i want to start posting more but also i forget about my account and then remember every like six months or so lol
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In My Dreams- Chapter Two. A Nightmare to Remember.
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• Fic summary: Your parents have an issue with you dating the town “freak” Eddie Munson, so they force you apart but you and Eddie can’t stop thinking about each other. You’re invading each others dreams so maybe it’s not just a “silly crush” like your parents think.
• A/N: OMG! I can’t believe the response to part one, thank you sooooo much! You guys are amazing! I hope you like part two! This fic is inspired by songs by Dokken and Dream Theater.
Word count: 4237
Warnings: SMUT, horror elements, nightmares, supernatural experiences, angst, mentions of blood, Steve is the GOAT
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Knocking on your door disturbs you from your moping. You’ve been listening to music since you woke up from that nap, and the weirdness that followed. Waking up to that mess had been a shock, there was no one else in the house and you were certain that sex had happened. But that’s impossible right?
You open the door to see Max, Robin and Steve Harrington on your doorstep. ”Hey y/n, thought you might like some company.” Steve says with a grin. “We brought snackos!” He says in the way you would to entice a child, which earns him a punch in the arm from Max. “Ow! What was that for?”
“For being a dick” Max says as they all follow you to your bedroom. Your mom, who was now home from work, tries to talk to you all but you ignore her and slam the door in her face.
“Wow! What’d she do?” Robin says as she sits on your bed.
“Oh nothing,” you say and then shout, “JUST RUIN MY LIFE!!” Robin winces at the loudness and the venom in your voice. “I hate them!”
“Tell us how you really feel.” Steve says with a grin.
“Told you you’re a dick!” Max says as she puts her arm around you. Tears begin to brim in your eyes and you sink to the floor. The plush carpet saving your knees.
“I can’t do this!” You cry as a sob leaves your lips. Robin and Max join you on the floor while Steve stands very awkwardly against your dresser.
“I’m sorry y/n.” Steve says as he folds his arms across his chest. “Guess I’m not very good with girls and their feelings.”
“Why don’t you go and get us all a soda hmm?” Robin says as you cry into her shoulder. Steve nods and leaves your room, closing the door gently behind him. ”Now… tell us what’s going on.”
You pull back from the girls, you look at them with wide eyes. “You’ll never believe me.”
“Try us.” Max says with a gentle smile.
You take a deep breath and begin. “Something weird is going on…”
Eddie tries to get back to sleep so he can find you where his dream ended but he can’t seem to drift off. After an hour of trying and failing he decides to get up and make himself some food. He pads to the kitchenette but only finds a couple tins of franks and beans and some eggs. He should’ve taken Red up on her offer but it’s better than nothing right?
He scrambles the eggs as the franks and beans heat up on the stove top, the whole time you’re on his mind. He just can’t stop thinking about you. ‘This is totally not normal, it can’t be!’ He thinks to himself. ‘No one thinks about another person like this… it’s weird!’
Once his food is ready he sits at the small table and eats in silence. Usually he would bring his boombox into the main area and play one of his mixtapes, but the thought makes him sad. Every one he owns has songs that remind him of you.
Fade to Black was playing when you had your first kiss, and it’s on every single one of his mixtapes.
Shot in the Dark was playing when he asked you to officially be his girlfriend.
Heaven and Hell was playing the first time you gave him the best blowjob of his entire life.
Faithfully was playing the first time you made love.
And the first time you told Eddie you loved him…? Home Sweet Home was playing, and that’s what you are to him. Home.
How was he ever supposed to get over you and move on when all his favourites had memories attached to you?
If Robin and Max thought you were insane they didn’t show it, they did give each other a look though. One that you recognised but couldn’t place. They both get ready to leave after chatting for a while, Steve however hung back. When he came back with the sodas, he looked angry. Actually he looked immensely pissed off but he didn’t say anything. Until now.
“I’ll meet you guys outside in a minute.” Steve says. Robin and Max each give you a hug before they leave and head outside. Steve shuts the door and looks at you, head tilted sideways, his hair flopping to the side and his hands on his hips.
“What?” You ask.
“You know I’ve never been president of the Eddie Munson fan club, but Eddie turned out to be a pretty decent guy so this is some bullshit!” Your eyes widen, then your head drops.
“So you don’t believe me?” You sigh and drop your shoulders, flopping down on your bed. “You’re right, I sound nuts!”
He rushes over and sits beside you. “No y/n that’s not what I mean, in this town anything is possible!” You sit up and give him a questioning look. “Your mom told me everything. I don’t think she realised what she said until it had already spilled out.” Your eyes widen in shock. “They made you break it off with Eddie because it makes them look bad?! What the actual fuck?!”
“Please don’t say anything, Eddie hates them enough as it is. Did she tell you they threatened to kick me out if I didn’t?” You ask, Steve’s face gets even redder than it was before.
“Okay now I’m super pissed!” He gets up from your bed and stalks to the door.
“Please don’t say anything Steve!” You beg.
“I can’t promise I won’t say anything at all, but I can promise that I won’t tell Eddie.” He looks back at you with a tiny smirk before leaving. Now you were in deep shit!
Eddie lays in bed, his mind going a mile a minute. He huffs in frustration, too many thoughts going around in his brain to be able to sleep. He grumbles to himself and rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He thinks about the words you used when you broke up with him, the ones he could understand. He chuckles slightly at the memory of your emotional gibberish. “I can’t be with you anymore…” what does that mean?
She said can’t, not I don’t want to. Eddie frowns at the choice of words. He’s not exactly sure what it means but he holds out hope that it means that you didn’t want to break up.
All of a sudden his eyelids begin to feel heavy and he sighs contentedly, now he can find you in his dreams.
At the same moment Eddie’s eyes begin to close, so do yours. Emotionally wiped out after the day you’ve had. You snuggle down under your covers and start to drift off, excited to see where your dreams take you tonight.
Unfortunately for both you and Eddie, you’re both so exhausted, and you both have completely dreamless rest.
You awaken when your alarm goes off at 7am, today is Saturday, a day you’ve been looking forward to all week. You’re staying at Nancy’s with Robin, and it’s just what you need. You’re not due to be there until 5pm but you feel the need for company today, so you shower and dress quickly. Planning on stopping off somewhere for a coffee and to get a dozen donuts to take with you. You always hate showing up empty handed.
You’re heading to the front door when your mom stops you. “You’re going out early. Somewhere important to be?” She asks with a suspicious look on her face.
“I’m going to Nancy’s, and I’m staying there tonight so don’t expect me back.” You say as you reach for the lock to open the door.
Your mom sighs. “Are you going to see him? Why can’t you find someone nice, who fits with who we are. Like your friend Steve.”
You roll your eyes. “Firstly no, I’m not going to see Eddie. He wouldn’t see me even if I went, I broke his heart because he doesn’t fit with your stupid fucking image. And secondly, Steve is my friend, I don’t see him that way and I don’t think he sees me that way. He’s still in love with Nancy. And after what you said to him last night, I doubt he will even want to come around here anymore!”
“I didn’t say anything rude to Steve!” Your mom gets defensive.
“You told him what you made me do. He said Eddie is a decent guy and didn’t deserve to be treated that way. Oh and I told him you threatened to make me homeless if I didn’t do it, so… yeah he won’t be coming here anymore!” You say as you walk out of the house.
Your mom calls after you. “He better not tell anyone, think of how that will make us look!”
Steve sits on the steps to Eddie’s trailer, waiting for Wayne to get back from his shift at the factory. He’s been there since 8am, not wanting to miss the opportunity to talk to Eddie’s uncle. He promised he wouldn’t tell Eddie, but he didn’t promise that he wouldn’t tell the other Munson.
Just as Steve’s ass starts going numb, Wayne’s truck pulls up outside the trailer. He gets out and looks all confused. “Harrington?”
“Mr Munson, might I have a word?” Steve wanted to do this properly, not make the situation worse.
“If you’re here on behalf of Miss y/l/n, I would prefer she come talk to me herself.” Wayne says.
“No sir, she doesn’t know I’m here.”
“You better come in then.”
“No, I’d rather not have Eddie overhear what I have to say. He’s too emotional right now.”
Wayne cocks an eyebrow at Steve. “Go on then.”
“Okay so last night Max, Robin and I went to see y/n, she’s really not doing good… anyway, I went to get sodas right? And y/n’s mom came to talk to me.” Wayne scoffs. “Yeah I know. So she tells me that she’s happy that y/n broke up with Eddie because now their image is repaired. I ask her what she means and she tells me, we made y/n break up with Eddie to save our family image or we would kick her out and leave her with nothing. She seemed so pleased with herself.”
Wayne’s fists ball in anger. “Image? All she cares about is image, what about her fucking daughters happiness?!”
“Right?!” Steve says. “Look yes y/n hurt Eddie but I think she hurt herself in the process too. Tell Eddie if you want but I didn’t want it to come straight from me. I promised I wouldn’t.”
Wayne pulls Steve into a bear hug, “thank you.” Steve momentarily freezes, not knowing how to react but then returns the embrace.
“She’s my best friend, and I hate seeing her so hurt.”
You pull into the driveway of the Wheelers house, you park and get out of the car. You walk up to the door and ring the bell, waiting patiently for someone to answer.
The door opens. “Y/N! We weren’t expecting you until this evening, is everything okay?” Karen Wheeler asks with concern.
“I just wanted to swing by with these.” You say as you present her with the box of donuts.
“Awww that’s sweet, come in, I’m just fixing breakfast.” You smile and step past her and to the kitchen, placing the box of donuts on the counter. “Would you like some pancakes, eggs and bacon?” Karen asks.
“Oh I don’t want to be any trouble.” You reply.
“Nonsense! We have plenty.” Karen says as she begins fixing you a plate.
Nancy comes into the kitchen, still in her powder blue pyjamas. “Oh y/n, is everything okay?” Nancy asks with embarrassment.
“Actually no, but we can talk later.” She nods and smiles at her mom and the pair of you sit at the kitchen island, tucking into your breakfast.
Eddie wakes up feeling a little more refreshed than that last few days, lack of dreams making him rest easier. Saturdays were usually the days you woke up with him, but he woke up alone. He feels like he’s going to wake up alone every day for the rest of his life. He sighs to himself, holding back the tears and goes for his morning shower.
Once done and dressed he makes his way into the kitchenette, Wayne is nursing a cold coffee and staring out the window. “Unc?”
Wayne jumps. “Son, I didn’t hear you. I bought groceries. Sort out some breakfast, I’m going to shower.” He stands, puts his coffee mug on the counter and goes to the bathroom.
“Okay that was weird.” Eddie says out loud to himself, shakes his head and makes a start on breakfast.
You and Nancy spend the day in town, shopping and chatting. You tell her about the dreams and aftermath, the situation with your parents and how sad you are about what you did to Eddie.
You head to Family Video after your shopping trip, to choose a couple of movies for your sleepover tonight. You’ll stay til closing to pick up Robin and then head to grab pizzas on your way home.
The rest of the day passes in a blur and you’re finally back at Nancys, with your pizzas and movies. Mrs Wheeler has turned the basement into a girls sleepover haven while you’ve been out so you don’t have to do anything except change into your pyjamas.
When you come out of the bathroom wearing red plaid pyjama pants and one of Eddie’s Dio shirts the two of them give you a look. “It smells like him.” You say with a sigh.
“You really love him don’t you?” Nancy asks.
“With every piece of me, I’m so stupid!” You reply, flopping on the couch defeated.
Nancy grabs your hand. “You’re not stupid, you did something you didn’t want to because you were threatened. It’s not your fault.” She says.
“Who threatened who now?” Robin says, her eyebrows furrowed and her head slightly tilted to the side.
You sigh in relief, Steve kept his promise. The way Robin is looking at you though, you know she deserves the details. So you lay it out for her.
Eddie had put off the band meeting scheduled for the day, he still couldn’t face people and the inevitable question of how is y/n? He didn’t think his heart could take it. So instead Eddie spent the day writing new songs. Most of which were sad songs about heartbreak and pining for someone who doesn’t love you back.
Wayne had avoided talking to him all day which made Eddie suspicious, Wayne knew something, something which he didn’t want Eddie to know. Was y/n seeing someone else? Was she in trouble? Was she… pregnant? Did someone make her break up with him? Or had she simply fallen out of love with him? Or worse, did she never really love him?
It was late by the time Eddie managed to get to bed, however, managed to drift off without much struggle.
The warm breeze brushes across your face, stirring you from your slumber. You sit up and look around, finding yourself in a field. Eddie’s van is parked behind you, and you see Eddie’s Reeboks sticking out of the open back doors. You jump up and over to the van, Eddie is laying asleep on the floor which is covered in blankets and pillows. He looks so peaceful and you want nothing more than to crawl in beside him. So you do.
Being careful and light so you don’t wake him, you manoeuvre yourself so you’re laying on the floor too. Scooting back so you’re flush against him. He sighs contentedly and his arms wrap around you instinctively, pressing lazy kisses to your back.
Eddie’s eyes open and he smiles. “I missed you baby.” Pulling you even closer.
“I’ll always find you!” You reply, twisting in his grasp to face him. You don’t waste any time and brush your lips against his. Eddie returns the kiss, his hands on either side of your face, yours are on his chest. Pulling on his Hellfire shirt, trying to get even closer, which isn’t possible.
Eddie breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead on yours. “I’m not alive when we’re apart.” You pull him back into a kiss, trying to show him that you feel the same because you can’t find the words to express it.
Eddie moves over you, rolling you onto your back. His curly hair falling around you, like a halo, your very own Angel. He kisses you again, more heated this time, moving along your jaw to your neck. Eddie’s lips and teeth attack your earlobe, making you let out a loud moan. You feel him instantly harden against your leg, even through those tight skinny jeans.
“I need to do something okay? No arguments, no disagreeing, I need you to trust me. Oh and don’t fight it.”
“I always trust you Eddie. With my life!” He grins and reaches for the button of your denim shorts, pulling them down and ripping away your underwear. You gasp and he smirks at you, then heads lower. Your breath hitches in your throat.
Eddie groans at the sight of your pussy, glistening with your slick. “All this for me Princess?” You nod. He licks his lips and lowers his head, placing delicate kisses on the insides of your thighs. You wiggle in anticipation, feeling Eddie’s breath on your waiting heat. He looks up at you with lust blown eyes and licks a stripe from your dripping hole to your aching clit. Your back arches in pleasure so Eddie does it again. “Mmmm you taste like raspberries and cream.” His fingers open you up and his lips wrap around your clit sucking firmly, making you keen, your fingers carding through Eddie’s hair.
It doesn’t take long for your climax to edge, and Eddie can tell, he can taste it. He moans against you and you feel the vibration flow through you. You can feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, and at your begged “please!” He slides two fingers inside you, curling them just right, hitting that spongy bit inside that makes you see stars. Five curls of his fingers is all it takes for you to reach your peak. Your thighs locking around Eddie’s head as it washes over you, the noises you’re making are obscene but you don’t care.
Eddie sits up as you struggle to get your breath back, he undoes his belt and pulls his jeans down. He doesn’t have time to wait, he needs to take you now.
Eddie gives his cock two quick strokes before he’s sliding it inside you, he sees your eyes roll back in your head. Once he’s fully sheathed in your wetness he pulls you up by the small of your back, so your arms wrap around his neck. Your lips meet and you roll your hips, making Eddie moan into your mouth. His hips thrust upwards and the tip of his cock hits your cervix, making you cry out.
Your bodies are mashed together, hips thrusting, rolling and clashing. Your lips meet in frenzied kisses, all teeth and tongues. Eddie struggles to hold back as he just wants to empty himself inside you but he tries as hard as he can. You hear him groan and feel his hips stutter so you squeeze your insides, tightening around him.
“Fuuuuckkk! Not gonna last if you keep doing that.!” Eddie moans out. You smirk and do it again, the sound Eddie makes is one you’ll remember for the rest of your life. A guttural groan that is the hottest sound you’ve ever heard, and his resolve breaks. He can’t hold back anymore and a second later he’s shooting rope after rope into your waiting heat, coating your insides and dripping out of you and down your thighs. “I fucking love you!” Eddie moans out breathlessly.
“I love you too baby.” You say as you pull him down beside you, his softening cock slips out of you making you wince. In a flash he’s cleaning you up with a cloth that appeared out of nowhere.
Moments later you’re both exiting Eddie’s van, and walking towards a carnival, hand in hand. This was shaping up to be the best day of your life, when Eddie let’s go of your hand.
“Just tying my lace sweets, I’ll catch up.” Eddie says and he kneels down to tie his shoe. You walk a few more paces toward the carnival when the sky darkens.
You look up and see the sky turn blood red, the lightning making it scarlet. You hear and almighty crash from behind you, you spin to see a giant metal cube has fallen directly on top of where Eddie was tying his shoe. You panic, thinking he’s been crushed and run towards it. Banging on the mirrored glass, screaming his name, tears falling down your face.
You hear banging coming from the other side, the cube must be hollow and Eddie is inside. You can only hope as you continue to bang on the glass, calling for him. You can’t hear his voice, but you can hear him banging in morse code. S.O.S
One second Eddie is tying his shoe and the next he’s trapped inside a glass box, y/n is on the other side. The sky behind her is red, just like the first dream he had. He can see her run towards the box and bang on the glass, she’s crying her eyes out but he can’t hear her. He waves at her, but she continues to cry and doesn’t wave back. He’s confused but then he thinks maybe it’s a two way mirror thing, like the police use. So he bangs on the glass.
She stops and relief washes over her face. She continues to yell and bang on the glass but he still can’t hear her. He thinks for a minute and then decides to send her a message, he bangs out morse code for S.O.S and she leans against the glass in silent sobs.
Eddie sees y/n jump and fear spread across her face, he begins to panic because he can’t hear what has scared her.
But then he sees it…
You hear a familiar blood curdling screech and freeze. You don’t want to look but can’t help but turn around, you see the figure from your first dream. Panic sets in and you don’t know what to do, there’s nowhere for you to go. The carnival has disappeared and you’re in the same field from your first nightmare.
The figure in the distance begins to move toward you with immense speed. And you run to the other side of the box, hoping it can’t see you. But you can hear it getting closer and closer.
You hear it breathing just around the corner of the box, you let out a silent prayer that everything will be okay.
But it isn’t.
Eddie watches in horror as the creature bounds toward her. He can see her as she comes face to face with it. He can see the fear in her eyes as it snarls at her.
Then it pounces, knocking her to the floor. It’s jaws lock into her neck and he sees the blood flow. He can’t do anything to help, all he can do is watch as it mauls her.
All he can do is watch as the love of his life slips away…
You wake up with a scream, startling Nancy awake who’s sharing the pull out couch with you. She has an inkling of what you’ve just dreamt so she wraps her arms around you. You shake and cry, but can’t speak to explain what just happened, but Nancy doesn’t press you for info. Neither does Robin who has fallen off the blow up mattress on the floor as she was scared awake.
Once you’ve calmed down some you explain what you dreamt.
Eddie yells out “y/n!” As he wakes with a start. Tears streaming down his face as Wayne runs into Eddie’s bedroom. He pulls Eddie into his arms and holds him, Eddie is shaking with absolute panic and fear. He can’t bring himself to say what his nightmare was about, fearing it would become real if he did.
All he wants at that moment, is to hold y/n in his arms and tell her she’s forgiven for everything. He just wants them back together.
End of part two
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pocarinapyon · 2 years
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👑/🖥️ Ok, Ok, Ok.... So I've been having brain rots about SAGAU / Isekai tropes. And in this idea...what if instead of being transported back to Teyvat, the materialized character "glitches" or gets stuck in the real world when Genshin closes unexpectedly? 🐱
IMAGINE! Sleeping peacefully in your room, leaving your game on because why tf not. 😴 Maybe wearing something tiny and comfy for sleep (like a mini shorts or just boxers or a tank top or basically something so smol that much skin is showing!). And your active character is there, lying beside you to watch your cute serene face. It's not like you'll catch your favourite bond 10 boy staring at you...or sniffing your scent...or intently listening to your breathing / heartbeat...or stealing touches in your soft skin. He'll automatically "disappear" when you wake up anyway so there's no risk even if he's lying so close to you and holding you in his arms. 😍
Now what if a power interruption occurred?
It caught him off guard. Why tf is everything suddenly so dark?! It's so quiet - like everything else stopped and only the ticking of the clock remained. He could still feel you in his arms, though. What happened? Maybe the lights just went off but Genshin is still open? 🤔
His eyes adjusts to the dark. He could see the way your face scrunches from the loss of cool air (assuming it currently is a hot season). He feels you shifting your position into a more comfortable one, trying to find anything cold or cool on your skin. His arms around you brings more heat and he knows you would soon wake up. Instead of freeing you from his hold, he waits for you to open your eyes so he could be transported back to Teyvat. He wants to make the most of his time in your world. He just wants to feel you as long as he could. 😍😘
He anticipates you opening your eyes and when you do, he closes his eyes, plants a kiss on your lips and says, "Good night, [your name]. I'll see you next time." 😘
But instead of seeing himself back in Teyvat, he sees your eyes wide open. 😳 His eyes grow large as well, confused as to why he is still here in your world. He should be transported to Teyvat so why is he having a staring contest with you? Why are your enticing eyes looking at his - similar to how you stare at each other often times less the screens separating you two? Wait - are you aware he stole a kiss from you?? 😱
His heart skips a few beats as you call his name sweetly with your lovely voice. In response to your calling, he smiles at you dearly.
So again, since my usual active characters are Albaby (Albedo) and Turtlelinnie (Childe), I imagine something like...
Albedo
"Ah... Hello, [your name]. Yes, it's me, Albedo."
He doesn't even deny it! He wants to gauge your reaction and so far, you calling his name sweetly seems like a good step. But he could tell you are still discombobulated. It's natural, though because he knows it's your first time seeing him in your world.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions since it's your first time seeing me in your world. Will it be alright if we indulge ourselves in each other's embrace?"
Childe
"Wait... You really can see me???"
Happi excited Childe! Finally, he can talk to you!
At first, you'd feel disoriented and alarmed. Are you freaking dreaming? Why is Tartaglia / Childe / Ajax lying beside you?? Is he real?? Or maybe just some random dude who's so good at cosplaying broke into your room? Wait, you're not...are you...?? 😱
Childe hugs you tighter and chuckles his usual playful laugh.
"Ah~! I'm glad I could finally talk to you! You don't know how much I've been wanting for this day to come, [your name]! I really really want to know you more. Mind staying up late talking about whatnot?"
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lkblackham · 11 months
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Interested in going full cottage core? Here's some stuff you need to expect (from a hobbit-lookin' gal who grew up in the woods):
1) dead animals. Dead rodents, specifically. No matter how well you clean, the mice and rats will come. And your cat will find them. And they will bring their bloodied corpses to you and expect praise. If you do not have cats (which automatically disqualifies you from being cottage core, sorry I don't make the rules), small furry creatures will find other ways to die inside your house. You will find them in your attic. You will find them in your drawers. You will find them under your bed. They are most definitely inside your walls. You may not know it, but you definitely have a wall full of dead squirrels.
Also, *do not get a pool*. It's just another place for cute animals to die and then be discovered by your very impressionable and easily traumatized young children. Also, they're impossible to keep clean. If you're truly cottage core, you swim in a river or lake or ice-cold pond created by the snowmelt. It's better for the drought anyway.
2) BIG dead animals. You want to keep goats? Maybe sheep? That's great. Just know that at least three of them will die suddenly at the worst time, either from snakebite or illness or coyote attack or because they literally just decided to lie down under a nice tree and peacefully pass with literally no explanation. And then you will have to figure out how to bury them. And then how to have the Death Talk with your young, impressionable children who may or may not already be traumatized by the drowned fox they found in the pool a week ago.
Besides good fencing/livestock shelters, or maybe getting a livestock gaurdian dog/donkey/llama (no, I am not joking), there is nothing you can do about the mountain lions, bears and coyotes eating your animals. They were there before you. They will be there after you and the rest of humanity are gone. It's harsh, but that is what the song from the Lion King was actually about: Mufasa's right to eat everyone there.
Speaking of which:
3) you share the land. You do not own it. Oh, you think the bear cares that you bought this patch of forest with money and you don't like him eating your goats and/or peaches?? You can try showing him the deed and the NO TRESPASSING signs, but somehow I don't think that'll work.
Nature does not care. It will do as it does. No matter how good you are at singing and how many birds you befriend. Again, harsh. But not utterly insane. If you respect nature, it will not respect you, but you will at least know what to expect. So gopher-proof your garden. And get a cat.
4) coyote howling is actually quite lovely. Once you get over how eerie it sounds.
5) frogs are LOUD. They are so FREAKING loud. Some nights they will be SO loud you will not be able to sleep. Do not entice them into your yard with a pond unless you are willing to bear the consequences.
6) birds are LOUD. There is no need for a morning alarm, they ARE your alarm. You may think this sounds lovely, but you may not be feeling that way at 6 am on a Saturday after being kept up all night by the frogs.
7) think you'll go barefoot everywhere? Or at least have a good pair of Birkenstocks? No, my child, you will need to invest in at least 6 pairs of gumboots that will mostly be mud by the time spring comes around. Hiking boots are for summer. Unless you're ready for poison oak and ticks. Again, there is nothing you can do about that. Unless you are willing to take the risk and get a brush-eating goat. Even then, remember the snakes I mentioned earlier?
8) you will get desensitized to horror movie scenarios real quick. A cabin in the woods? Bro, that's my house. A pair of red eyes in the dark? That's just a coyote. Maybe a wandering dog. And even if it was a demon, how would it get in my house? That sucker's locked up tight. Creepy noises at night? Like, say, a woman screaming? That's probably a mountain lion or a fox. Yeah, they do that.
You quickly find that the bad things actually tend to happen to people who did not do their nature research as I explained above. Like, say, camping with grizzly bears. Or eating something they found in the woods. What kind of idiot are you??? The kind that eats berries they don't know the name of but think they look like blackberries. That's who.
9) what neighbors you have, may not be the... friendliest. There's a reason people move out this far, and it's usually to get away from other people. Are they marijuana farmers? Probably. Do they want to murder you? What, no, they don't want to get into trouble. They moved here to AVOID trouble. Just keep yourself to yourself and you'll be fine. But definitely make some friends in town. There is a town near you, right?
10) once you get over that initial learning curve/trauma, you will find that the forest actually is a really peaceful place to live. You know the patterns. You learn to read the weather. You are at peace with the fact that your beloved goats may die, but for now, you have succeeded in protecting them. As scary as the wilderness can be, it's far less scary than living with other humans. I'd rather deal with the peach-stealing bear (I am SO onto you) than the creepy dude who lives in the apartment below mine. Humans are far more unpredictable and weird than nature is. But that's just my *opinion*.
Okay, them's my thoughts. Anyone want to add/critique?
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“completely had to rework my entire understanding/headcannons around their relationship and i don't mind” okay I’m so curious - what was your understanding/headcanons about Elrond and Galadriel’s relationship before TROP?
Oh! Thank you for the ask omg. I'm so sorry it took me this long to get back to you because this is such a fun question!
TLDR: I headcannoned them as being basically coworkers who mutually respect that the other person is really wise and levelheaded and knows what they're doing, and have a LOT of issues with each other but they've called a mutual truce for Cel and the kids' benefits. And when things are calm/good they're generally fond of each other and amicable. But I just never imagined them being close or familial the way they are in the show at all.
LONG ASS post under the cut because I can't be normal about trying to explain my own thoughts on things and I ended up clipping parts of my fanfics to hopefully illustrate what I mean lol. **Includes references to kidnap fam, fair warning. So if that's not your thing just be warned that this is VAGUELY pro kidnap-fam (but not like...out and loud kidnap fam apologist material at all. They're just mentioned a lot as a motive for why I see Elrond and Gal's relationship the way that I do).
I just never got the impression that they were ever close in the way that Rings of Power portrays them. I think my thoughts are more easily summed up with some of these snippets:
Elrond never knew quite how to feel when Lady Galadriel visited Imladris. The fact that he was a Fëanorian fosterling and didn’t seem to openly hate either Maedhros or Maglor had always been a point of tension between the two of them-- begrudgingly softened at first by his service to Gil-Galad in Lindon (she had regarded him with marked suspicion then), softened further by long years of strictly political interactions which gradually morphed into a form of friendship, and then at last that friendship had turned familial when he had married Celebrían. But familial relationships could often be far more fraught with unbearable awkwardness than friendships, and so it had, in some ways, been a step backward for the two of them.
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A hand closed around that notion the way an eagle might snatch a mouse. Elrond sucked in a breath and shut his mind before the inquiry could actually grasp hold. They had reached the council chamber. Lady Galadriel was already there in her white gown standing at the overlook, staring up at the rising moon and pointedly ignoring him as if she had not just reached for his thoughts the way a small child might reach for an especially enticing piece of candy.  Elrond paid her a respectful bow. “My apologies for rushing out so abruptly and for keeping you waiting, my lady.” He stuck with Sindarin, no matter how many times Galadriel always tried to coax him into Quenya. He had a lingering Fëanorian lisp that he had absorbed from his fathers as a child and had never quite been able to rid himself of, much to the amusement of his wife and the chagrin of her parents. She turned to look at him with a nod. The corners of her mouth curled up. “The child?” The question was in Quenya, naturally. He never would understand why, if she disliked his accent so much, she insisted on trying to get him to speak it. 
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So, basically things aren't necessarily tense between them but they aren't great, either. But they for sure have never disliked each other in my head. There is just a whole lot of baggage. Galadriel still considers him part of her family and loves him and likes to tease him in her own way! Case in point:
Thranduil had hardly spared him a glance through most of breakfast, but now Elrond felt him studying him, squinting. He caught the king’s eye and frowned. “What?” “Are you aware that your ears are bruising? Rather impressive bite mark, I must say.” Elrond flushed red. “I hadn’t noticed.” Thranduil hummed into his teacup. “Blush as prettily as you like. It doesn’t help them blend in any better. You may wish to consider wearing your hair a bit...differently. Though I suppose your wife rather likes the look of her handiwork. No--” he put a hand on Elrond’s arm. “Do not rush out, mellon nín. T’would draw far too much attention. Celebrían!”  Celebrían looked up from mid conversation with her mother. Elrond shielded his very pink face in one hand.  “You must be more careful with your poor husband. Peredhel skin bruises more easily, I think.”  Elrond could just fade from shame. He felt sure Galadriel was hiding a choked laugh in her cup. Celebrían shot Thranduil a knife-sharp glare. Thranduil reclined in his chair with a smug smirk and gave one of Elrond’s uniquely-shaped ears a fond tug.  “Oh, stop turning so pink, Peredhel,” Galadriel said. She nudged Celebrían in the shoulder. “You have always liked his ears.”  Celebrían let out a cry of pure outrage. “ Amya! Please!”  “It was all she could talk about during your betrothal.” When Lindir came running up to the dais with some announcement, Elrond had never been more glad to see him.
But there is still some underlying tension and I kind of have it in my head that they have a sort of...agree to disagree dynamic when it comes to Maedhros and Maglor, which leads to a LOT of simmering conflict that can bubble up in times of stress. I do like the whole concept of kidnap fam but my feelings on them are really complex...and that's a post for another day. But basically long story short: I think Elrond does consider Mae and Mags to be his dads (more than Earendil. I know that's uh...a VERY contentious headcannon but I stick by it). Galadriel understandably hates this and in my head it's just this GIANT source of conflict for them.
And I think rather than me muddling through trying to explain how I carry this headcannon out when writing their relationship it's better again if I just show you lol:
A commotion buzzed through the corridor outside and Galadriel stormed into the room the very next second, eyes gleaming with fury. Elrond shot to his feet and stepped between her and the lump on the bed. “Stand aside,” she said coldly.  “I will not,” Elrond replied, trying to sound much more calm than he felt, drawing himself up to full height. “I apologize, mother-of-my-beloved, but if you would do him harm, you must strike me first.”  War waged in her green eyes.  Elrond held his breath, and then quietly pleaded: “Please, my lady. He is your kin.”  “That mattered little to him or his Oath,” she snarled back. “Or have you forgotten, Eärendilion? Is your memory so short?”   The patronym made him flinch. Still, he would not move. “I have forgotten nothing.” “It would not be kinslaying,” she said, stepping to the left. Elrond matched her, still barring her way. She glared at him. “It would be justice.” Despite himself, he felt tears brimming in his eyes. “Look at him!” he hissed. “Look at him and tell me justice has not been paid a thousand times over!”  Her gaze passed over Elrond’s head to Maglor, to where he lay broken, bloodied, and very small on the bed, gripped in a sleep that bordered perilously on death. Her expression did not soften. She made another step for him and Elrond barred her way yet again, bowing his head. “I will not fight you,” he murmured. Truly, in his state he could not. “But neither will I let you take his life. We stopped killing our kin a long time ago, please do not start again. Not here. Not in my house. Not now. Please-- look to the future as you have always done. Stop this madness. Let it end.” He could feel her glaring down with him with eyes that burned. The air lay thick between them. Every muscle in his body was tense, ready to throw himself over Maglor if need be-- but Galadriel didn’t move. It felt like hours passed.  Galadriel lifted her sword and he half-sprung into action, but she simply slammed it back into its sheath. “You are beloved-of-my-daughter, and I have grown very fond of you. But should evil befall your city, my daughter, or my grandchildren on account of the Fëanorian it will be on your head, and your fate will be the same as his.”
So before TROP, this is kind of what their relationship at its core boils down to. They have a LOT of issues with each other that they have learned to set aside/work past due to a) being coworkers for the greater good of middle earth (bearers of the Three) b) Celebrian's benefit c) Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir's benefit Like, they're fond of each other now. They know each other really well now. But I just never had it in my head that they were at all super chill with each other during the Second Age. It's really funny actually?? TROP's dynamic between Galadriel and Elrond looks a LOT more like how I imagined Gil-Galad and Elrond's relationship before seeing the show! And vice-versa. Just take show!Gil and Elrond's dynamic and apply it to Elrond and Galadriel and that's pretty much how I viewed their dynamic during the Second Age (and during times when they're uh...fighting....for some reason in the Third Age re: the above snippets lol).
That isn't to say that Galadriel necessarily disliked/hated Elrond in my head. She just didn't trust him due to his connection with and unwillingness to let go of Maedhros and Maglor.
If her daughter must be wed, it would be to no one less than the Peredhel. Galadriel had originally envisioned Gil-Galad (queen of the Noldor was Celebrían’s birthright, if Galadriel had anything to say of it—she was just as Noldorin as she was Sindarin, and the granddaughter of Arafinwë and great granddaughter of Finwë, no less), but Gil-Galad was not available. The Peredhel was descended from Melian the Maia and Galadhon on his mother’s side, and could have had the crown himself if he so wished—being descended from Ñolofinwë several generations back. Beyond that he was clever, a strategist, a politician, and in possession of his own realm. He would be able to give Celebrían the standard of living she was accustomed to. The life she deserved. He was pleasant to look at, too (on some days he gave Galadriel goosebumps, for how in the right light beneath certain trees it seemed Lúthien— perhaps even Melian herself—was incarnated before her eyes).  And he was kind and gentle, which never hurt. It was almost a waste: he hadn’t a shred of ambition for all his cunning and claim. Then again, neither did Celebrían. Perhaps that was for the best. Ambition had thus far been rather ruinous for the Noldor. It seemed the younger generations had managed to learn from their predecessors’ mistakes. 
so....yeah...
I do really LOVE what they've done with them in the show though!! So I've sort of adopted it as a secondary viewpoint because I'm so fond of it. So many of the show's interpretations of characters (especially GIL-GALAD) are WILDLY different to how I view them that I kind of have a seperate box in my head now of Rings of Power 'verse as opposed to my usual "canon" 'verse that I tend to keep consistent throughout my work.
Whew! That was a WAY longer answer than I'm sure you wanted lol. Don't ask me questions like this. I can go for hours and hours about my own thoughts on things lol.
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James Norton joined The Chris Evans Breakfast Show with Sky to talk about returning as Tommy Lee Royce in the hotly-anticipated third and final series of Happy Valley.
“Basically all the characters have moved on and a lot has happened in seven years, obviously. For Tommy, his life’s been pretty small.
“He’s been obsessing about two parts of his life: the son he loves and the woman he hates, and he’s becoming more and more obsessed about those two different binary aims."
“We all discussed what had happened in the interim seven years, and for the other actors, of course, life had moved on in a much bigger way, because they had their full life, so there was a lot more to fill in,” James said about returning to the role of Tommy. “For me, it was about going back to those two extremes of love and hate. He must have spent seven years just meditating on those two different things.
“I've never had that before, where you jump back into a character. There is something lovely about repeating series, because you feel empowered and you’ve got this bank of memories, like a human-being would have, so you have an instinct, you know what they might do in a certain scenario.”
On getting back into Tommy’s head, the actor said: “It’s always slightly dark and yet there’s something quite enticing about it, because we all get drawn to the subversive, dark fringes of humanity, and Tommy is fascinating. So, I love it, but do I love him? I mean, I love the experience of making the show. I love the people, Sally [Wainwright, creator] is the best, I think, at drama, at dialogue, Sarah Lancashire is obviously the queen.”
“Tommy is your distant friend who you despise but you can’t tear yourself away from."
“What Sally often says to me is, even though he’s kind of this horrible, monstrous, terrifying presence, he’s also a child. He’s infantilised by his trauma which he experienced, and he can’t get rid of that, and no-one has ever helped him, so he’s got a lot of problems. And so we try to find these moments where we eke out this little boy, the toddler.”
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cosmicjoke · 1 year
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“... I tried to grant her fondest wish, that she should have the body of a woman, a fit shape for the tragic dimension of her soul.
Well, in my clumsy alchemy, slicing heads from bodies and stumbling to transplant one to another, I failed...
Let me say here, she was herself again, hideously wounded, a botched reassemblage of the angelic child she’d been before my attempts, when she was locked out in the brutal morning to meet her death with a clear mind.  The fire of Heaven destroyed the awful  unhealed evidence of my Satanic surgery as it turned her to a monument in ash.  No evidence remained of her last hours within the torture chamber of my makeshift laboratory.  No one need ever have known what I say now.
For many a year, she haunted me.  I could not strike from my mind the faltering image of her girlish head and tumbling curls fixed awkwardly with gross black stitching to the flailing, faltering and falling body of a female vampire whose discarded head I’d thrown into the fire.
Ah, what a grand disaster was that, the child-headed monster woman unable to speak, dancing in a frenetic circle, the blood gurgling from her shuddering mouth, her eyes rolling, arms flapping like the broken bones of invisible wings. 
It was a truth I vowed to conceal forever from Louis de Pointe du Lac and all whoever questioned me.  Better let them think that I had condemned her without trying to effect her escape, both from the vampires of the theater and from the wretched dilemma of her small, enticing, flat-chested and silken-skinned angelic form.
She was not fit for deliverance after the failure of my butchery; she was as a prisoner subjected to the cruelty of the rack who can only smile bitterly and dreamily as she is led, torn and miserable, to the final horror of the stake.  She was as a hopeless patient, in the reeking antiseptic death cubicle of a modern hospital, freed at last from the hands of youthful and overzealous doctors, to give up the ghost on a white pillow alone.
Enough.  I won’t relive it.
I will not.
I never loved her.  I didn’t know how.
I carried out my schemes in chilling detachment and with fiendish pragmatism.  Being condemned and therefore being nothing and no one, she was a perfect specimen for my whim.  That was the horror of it, the secret horror which eclipsed any faith I might have pleaded later in the high-blown courage of my experiments.  And so the secret remained with me, with Armand, who had witnessed centuries of unspeakable and refined cruelties, a story unfit for the tender ears of a desperate Louis, who could never have borne such descriptions of her degradation or suffering, and who did not truly, in his soul, survive her death, cruel as it was.”
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God damn, Armand.  I know Lestat’s done some fucked up shit, but this takes the cake for worst thing, lol.  Holy shit.  If you ever needed evidence that Armand wasn’t in a good place mentally when Lestat came to see him, welllll...
Like, dude, you could’ve just given her a bunch of cash and told her to get outta’ dodge, lol.  I feel so much for Armand, I truly do.  He’s far and away had the most difficult life of any of the vampires in this series, but even he’s calling out his reasoning here for why he did this to Claudia, that he was trying to rescue her from her fate as a child vampire, admitting that no, truly, he just wanted to fuck her up, and the fact she was condemned to death was the perfect excuse for him to do it. 
Now you know why the other vampires are scared of this mofo, lol.  This makes it infinitely funnier with the people trying to claim Armand as some wilting innocent sweetheart who’s better for Louis than Lestat.  Like, no, lol, Armand is not well. 
God though, poor Claudia.  Louis should’ve listened to her man.  But nope, he didn’t, and this is the result. 
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your-severed-thumb · 1 year
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Breakdown of "Eat Your Young" MV - This is going to be a long-ass post because I went into hyperdrive...
My friend basically asked me to explain the MV of Eat Your Young and as you would have it... I did. This will be very long, and It is completely okay if you don't read it... if you do, wow do you have time on your hands or you hyper-fixate like I do... [there may be typos because I was texting them the rant.]
[Disclaimer: there may be continuity issues, apologies in advance... and this is in no way a "concrete" interpretation, it is just what I felt and was excited to share. Feel free to drop in corrections or your own POVs... I would loveee to read them.]
First, the mv starts with two settings we have the older people sitting, facing a stage with two human actors the second setting is the children, facing away from the adults, and towards a puppet show setup. This shows how the adults and children are shown different things, which divide their worldviews so much that they often don't see eye to eye. Going a little deeper into this, the adults are shown a play where the actors are humans who have agency over their actions… it's more, "normal", or "serious" whereas the children are being shown shadows and puppets, controlled by someone hidden away from them, they don't know who is controlling them, just that something "fun" is happening. This speaks to how we tell kids to blindly have faith in the "adults" since they know better.
Now, looking at the play on stage, A man and a Woman, meet up, a few times (shown by them circling each other), fall in love, and then he proposes, and she accepts… next, they need to choose the roles that they need to fulfill. Notice how he picks her clothes, and she picks his… It shows that we want to tailor the person we want according to our own desires or needs… They try out combinations to see what fits the best, and land on "housewife" and "soldier" [indicates these are the conventional roles during WWII]. So she goes to her work and he goes to his. They say goodbye to each other, full of love, hope… It's intimate. (the onlookers are unfazed, like it's something that's "normal", although, being that vulnerable is always taken for granted).
The woman is reading a magazine "Looks", and there is a statue, "Venus de Milo" in between her and the mirror, Venus is the Roman goddess of beauty, so she's the epitome of perfection. She's basically trying to become perfect for her husband who is still at war… so that when he comes back home, he would still finds her appealing…she ends up painting her face grey like a marble statue, which points towards the unrealistic standards we hold ourselves to…
He comes back from the war, with an arm lost… The woman is "perfect" it makes him ashamed, but it comes out as "disgust"… so what does she do… she becomes the broken statue. Loses her "perfection" and just becomes an object for his needs and wants.
(notice how when he enters without an arm, an arm enters the puppet stage and when she covers her arm, another comes out in the puppet stage… I think it is a way of saying that the "hands that are lost, are showing the way to the kids, in a way they are being told things by hands that do not exist" types. Those hands are "enticing" the kids rn… playing with the shadows and all that…)
Back to the stage that the adults face, they see that the couple has given birth to a boy The man and the woman "loom" high above the kid, as a sign of being bigger than he is. The man shakes the boy's hand. Usually, a parent would "hug" their child… but that wasn't the case for that generation. They needed to be "tough" because how else with the kids learn to deal with the harsh world. The parents then give the kid toys… he picks up a doll, and the father, clenches his fists and then takes it away because boys do not play with dolls… Pushing the gender roles to the max, the boy becomes violent… where he starts smashing shit so what does the mother do? She disciplines him and takes away his "angry" hand (which then reappears in the puppet shows... The puppet show was only showing the happy side of the family… nothing goes wrong until the kid's hand comes in and just smashes everything and removes the "disguises" of the parents.)
The father then picks the role for the kid, and then the kid disappears (which I believe indicates that we lose ourselves trying to fit into the mold our parents choose for us)
The play ends with a hook behind them… that kind of hook is usually for hanging big fish (or meat)… and they've basically "eaten their young"
on the puppet show side, the kid's hand pulls out a fridge which shows the kids the ugly reality and therefore they are scared and they run backward
but instead of it being towards the "adults" it's into the darkness.
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ofxbloomed · 1 year
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♥♥♥  hwevent14 plotting call for rie  ♥♥♥
below this i’ll list either a costume/dress for each of my muses along with a mask that i tried to pair with each outfit too.
dress <--lizzie--> mask
dress <--diana--> mask
dress <--hayley--> mask
dress <--evie--> mask
costume <--lexi--> mask
dress <--karolina--> mask
dress <--helaena--> mask
below the cut is a small drabble on possible connections i’d be looking for. of course i’m open to discussing more than what i’ve written below as well.
for lizzie--> ideally, she’d love to find somebody to slow dance with and/or possibly hookup with as well. however, on a bit of a stranger note, if anyone wouldn’t mind lizzie feeding on their muse, lmk. otherwise, maybe she could run into people she’s made volunteer for a charity and get chattin’
for diana--> ngl, wouldn’t mind seeing diana be tempted to use her dark magic more here. she can feel the urge to use it in the city and a big halloween ball seems like a fun occasion to try. otherwise this girl also needs some peace. pull her out to the dance floor and get her to let loose a little. 
for hayley--> well, she’s still not totally comfortable with formal wear or events but she persuaded herself in the end. after all, her main reason for coming to the event is to hopefully find more of her family. thanks to her unique nature you won’t have to worry about running into this little wolf in her wolf form. perhaps someone can tempt hayley to have some fun as well. 
for evie--> oh you know this gal is absolutely loving being here. she’s probably helped design some outfits for people. in fact, i’d love to have this be a possible connection as well. evie would love running into people wearing her designs here. plus evie also loves to party and will dance with just about anyone.
for lexi--> she and i couldn’t help but bring this classic costume back. that’s right, lexi as bob ross is back. as for connections, i think if any guys flirted with her she’d probably turn into an awkward, but cute, mess. she’d probably get nervous and talk about something else. otherwise, i might need some help coming up with other ideas for her lol.
for karolina--> of course karolina embraced the rainbow memo, but also toned down a bit as well. karolina has most likely told other people about her dress for the ball, especially people in her lgbtq+ groups. perhaps someone could recognize her. she’s been here for 4 years, so i’m sure she’s bound to run into people who would love to chat and dance. perhaps someone could even entice her to use her powers, who knows XD.
for helaena--> she went with a flower inspired dress and mask. also the color green? an unconscious decision despite being totally unaware of her past and where she’s come from. if you know, you know ;) . she’s probably not going to say much at first and might stay away from the dance floor most of the night. if you think this green flower child could be someone to plot with, let me know. 
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