Emm...If it's not too much trouble, can I have something((short drabble,but will be happy with headcanons too)with Rosie and Cherri please, would be grateful in advance!!!!👉👈
I also wish you luck in your endeavours and inspiration.(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*.✧
A/N: Hey anon! no trouble at all! And thank you! I took different approaches with both characters since you didn't request anything in particular, so hopefully you'll like what i came up with!
Characters: Cherri Bomb, Rosie
Type: Drabble (Softness In Unexpected Places, Fluff)
Cherri Bomb
Cherri could be described as many things. She was boisterous and outgoing. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, taking on any repercussions head-on with a smile on her face.
She was a party girl, through and through. You had been smitten since you had first met her, and how could you not be? She was an absolute bombshell of a woman.
Clubbing was a common occurrence among your group of friends, though as of late, Angel Dust had been shacked up in the princess's new hotel or something. Cherri had often complained about it, missing her best friend.
But you had noticed that tonight was different. Partying, clubbing. They just weren't calling out to her tonight like they usually did. You recognized it for what it was. A distraction. So you grabbed her by the hand, paid your tab, and left the club with the party girl in tow. You knew exactly what to do.
You knew how she felt, of course, Angel was your friend too. You missed him just as much as she did, but what Cherri needed now was a place to think, not the numbing effects of alcohol and other intoxicants. A place to vent her woes.
And that was exactly where you took her. See, you had a spot of your own, a safe place up on the roof of your apartment overlooking Pentagram City.
The two of you didn't speak much as you sat shoulder to shoulder on the rooftop that night, you didn't have to. You knew that Cherri had been partying harder than usual lately, trying to keep her mind off of things. But you were here now together. You were here for her, something that you reminded her of with every squeeze of the hand.
"Thanks, love." She uttered softly, almost as if she was afraid that if she spoke too loudly, the peace would shatter.
You simply smiled, pressing a kiss to your girlfriend's temple. "Anytime."
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Rosie
Rosie was frightening, but this went without saying. She was both an overlord and the leader of Cannibal Town, after all. The woman was a force to be reckoned with. At least, that had been what you'd heard. You had never met her before, only in passing and in the company of other demons.
When you finally officaly met the cannibal, you were lost and at a loss. As you walked the streets of Cannibal Town looking this way and that with trepidation, you could feel a pit of despair settle in your stomach. How did you even get here?
With no true destination in mind, you drew a deep breath and entered what seemed to be an empty shop. You, or at least the were promptly greeted
"Welcome to Rosie's Emporium, dear. Give me a moment and I'll be right with you." called a voice, sweet as syrup, from what you assumed to be the back room.
You were honestly surprised by the elegance of the place. Walking over to a display you marveled at the selection of items. The same voice from before called out again, clearer now. "Sorry for the wait, darling! My assistant is out for the day and- oh, I don't need to be worrying you with my problems. What can I do for you today?"
"Um, hi." You greeted. Weary still, you turned to face the demon who now stood behind the counter. Rosie was tall, and so very pretty. There was a graceful air to her, something that you had picked up on before in passing. With cautious steps, you made your way to the counter. Rosie however, skipped the greeting.
"You don't seem to be from around here darling. Oh! Are you looking to expand your palette perhaps? I have a wonderful selection to choose from for first-time foodies!"
"Ah, no.. sorry. I'm actually kinda lost-" You barely had been able to get the words out of your mouth before her sharpened grin widened. She clasped her hands together as she rounded the counter to stand before you.
"Oh, my! That's not good! I tell you what, dear. Give me a moment to wrap this delivery up and I'll help you find your way."
And help you she did. She even gave you a tour of the town. It had been an absolute delight. Conversation with the woman came easy, and any unease that you might have had before melted away. You learned about the town and those who inhabited it.
You really hadn't expected her to be as sweet as she was. As ironic as it may sound, you might have gotten a taste for Cannibal Town. Or at least the woman in charge. You would be sure to come back through, on purpose next time.
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König w/ a Pregnant S/O
Warnings: Pregnancy, implications of smut, Fem Reader, FLUFF, profanity, very brief paranoia/angst, etc.
He'd always wanted to be a father; he'd made it no secret to you.
But he was terrified of the implication - the fact that he may not be equipped to handle the responsibility of raising another human.
He'd also made no attempt at keeping that a secret from you, either.
"Come on," you said, folding his laundry. You spared him a smile. "Big guy like you scared of an infant?"
You were joking, of course, and König couldn't help but crack a smile.
You sighed. "I know it's a big change for us, love--" you turned and took his hand in yours and placed it over where your child was.
"But I have every confidence that we can do it." Your smile widened, and König could only wait until your child would be here to see if that were true.
In the meantime, König began making preparations.
Quite early, one might add.
You stumbled into the spare room one day to see half a crib and König sat beside it, reading the instructions upside down.
"Still can't make sense of it," he said, and you couldn't tell if it was to you or himself.
He looked up at you, a bashful smile crossing his features.
"König, honey, don't you think it's a bit early to be setting up the nursery now?"
König looked at you as if you'd grown another head.
"But there are only thirty-four weeks left until they're here! We want to make sure we're prepared, don't we?"
You couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm, so you tried to help with the nursery as best you could.
And by 'help', König had resigned you to sitting on a bed of cushions he'd made for you nearby while he did all the work.
"Really, König, I can still move around just fine-"
"I'm not having my wife do manual labour while she's carrying my child." He didn't even turn to look at you; his tone was absolute and stern - something you rarely heard from König. It made you feel safe. Protected.
Hours passed and the crib was finally constructed.
You'd secretly helped by finding stray screws which had migrated to your corner of the room, placing them next to König when he wasn't looking.
And there he stood, a gleaming smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. Pride is what you would call it.
You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, feeling his muscular abdomen beneath your hands.
"Seeing as you've done such a good job," you began, voice low and playful. König's back straightened, like he could anticipate what you were going to say.
"How about a reward?" You swayed behind him, as if trying to influence his judgement; Justice's scales.
König peeled your hands from his front and took them in his, turning to face you.
"I would love to, believe me, I would! But..."
"But...?" You couldn't lie; the paranoia of König baseless decision to no longer be intimate with you because he found you unsightly due to your pregnancy crossed your mind.
He chased away your fears immediately, a despairing glimmer appearing in his eyes.
"What if it'll hurt the baby?" He said it in an almost-whisper, as if his unborn child could hear him.
You let out a smile of relief and sighed.
"Köni, sweetie, that's not gonna happen," you said, smoothing your thumbs over the back of his hands. He cast you a cautious glance.
"Are...are you sure?" he asked. You nodded, smiling up at him.
You tugged König towards the hallway, and he followed, still holding, and dwarfing, your hand in his.
"Come on, big guy," you said, voice almost lulling König into a trance. "Let me show you how grateful I really am."
Amongst...other activities, you and König partook in a few new hobbies, replacing the ones you could no longer indulge in now that you were pregnant.
König had taught you how to crochet a while ago, but now with all this spare time on your hands, you could crochet together for hours on end.
König told you he was making a blanket for the baby.
"I'll make it yellow, since we don't know the gender yet."
He made your heart melt with his attentiveness.
He rarely let you out of the house even during the early stages, terrified of the most improbable yet valid situations.
"What if someone comes and punches you for no reason? What if you slip on a skateboard and-"
"Köni, my beloved, I won't have to worry about that if I have you with me."
You make him feel strong - reliable (more so than he already is).
He couldn't help but feel pride swell in his chest whenever he carried your shopping for you.
Or when, once you'd begun to show, you'd get stares from people who'd noticed your glow. And then they'd see König and immediately put their head down.
König also got satisfaction out of telling everybody you were his; especially apparent to them now as they saw your bump beneath your dress.
He definitely forces the 141 to listen to him go on and on about how excited he is to be a father.
And they all sit there politely like 🧍 because they can't just leave.
They've all promised to look after you in König's absence, though.
"We'll be like your guardian angels," Soap said. His gaze drifted to Simon sat next to him. "Or ghosts."
You Soap were the only two who found that joke funny.
And you know you'll be safe with all of them, though König has had a few little sulks in bed, muttering about how "You won't need them because you have me," to which you've shown him just how much you need him.
This man is top-tier daddy material, btw.
Absolutely fuck-off Goliath of a man; NOBODY is messing with his kids.
Or you.
He cares for your every need, taking your body language to heart and rushing off to seek whatever you may want (even before you've asked for it).
He's head over heels in love with you, and he can't imagine having a family with anyone else <3
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Love the Unexpected Universe. Dad!Joel is life, could I please request a sweet fluff piece of just Joel on a day out with baby Miller? Just exploring, carrying baby on his shoulders and being an absolute girl dad. I just need this man to have a day filled with peace and love!
first of all, i am so sorry for my tardy response to your request, sweet anon, i hope some fluffy dad!joel can make up for it <3
Unexpected Circumstances
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warnings | 18+ mostly for some angst, but overall this is very sweet
a/n | obviously, this takes place in my Expectings universe :)
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“You sure you’ll be ok? I can ask someone to cover my shift.”
“We’re gonna be fine, mama. I’ve got her.”
“Alright, um, well, I’ll be home before dinner, and Ellie can help out after school–” He ducks down to silence her with a smacking kiss, leaving her with an easy smile as he hoists Libby on his hip.
“I’ve got it, ok? All you need to worry about is coming home safe to us.” Though she still looks hesitant, she nods, leaning in to press a kiss to Libby’s cheek before quietly murmuring to her.
“Hi, baby, mama’s gotta go for a little while, but I’ll be back so, so soon. And daddy’s gonna be here with you all day, does that sound good?” Their girl’s brow crumples at that, somewhere between confusion and despair. She is only two after all, but she’s whip-smart enough to understand that her mama is leaving for the day.
“You gotta be good for daddy, Libby, alright? I love you so much, baby. Gonna be back so soon you won’t even know I was gone.” Fat chance of that. Joel holds that comment back, rocking their girl lightly as the first cries start to break in her tiny lungs.
“Darlin, you ain’t ever gonna get out the door at this rate. Go, and just, be safe, please.” She looks completely torn, eyes glancing between him and Libby’s pinched face, though she does finally go, stealing a quick kiss from him and laying one on the top of their girl’s head before she slips out the front door. And the instant the door clicks shut, Libby lets out a dizzying scream of what sounds like the word mama, her tiny fists beating against Joel’s chest. If he didn’t have hearing loss before, he certainly will now.
It’s not that he hasn’t had sole Libby duty before, it’s just that it’s a bit rare. They had worked out a decent childcare rotation, and now that Libby’s two, they’ve also started taking her to the community daycare. But a perfect storm of unexpected circumstances has left Joel as the only person able to look after her today. While his woman has a patrol shift, daycare has been shut down until further notice due to a stomach bug traveling around in little bodies, and Tommy and Maria are both busy with town council work. And Joel, well, he happens to have the day off.
He’s got this. Hell, he did it everyday with Sarah. But she had been a daddy’s girl, through and through. And judging by the way Libby’s wailing in his ear right now, this girl is at least a little more partial to her mama.
“Easy, easy, baby girl. You and me are gonna have a good day, huh? Don’t cry, baby, please? How about we go see the horses? You love the horses.” At that, she calms herself down just enough to let out a shuddering “h-h-horses?” Joel can’t help but smile as she looks up at him, watery eyes and a wobbly lip, her hand fisted in the collar of his flannel.
“Yeah, baby, let’s get some food in you and then we’ll go see them.”
With most of a bowl of oatmeal in her stomach (and some drying on his shirt) he manages to get his girl out the door, her hand engulfed in his much larger one as he lets her lead the way. He’s going to have a crook in his neck with the way he has to hunch over to let her walk alongside him with her hand in his, but she had been rather insistent on doing it herself, and if there’s one thing he’s certain of, it’s that she’s just as stubborn as her mama.
She’s all smiles now, pointing at things they pass, naming what she can, always looking up to him for confirmation that he’s happy to give with a nod and a grin. Something like pride swells big and warm in his chest when they pass other people, his girl giving them waves and greetings that they reciprocate in kind, offering a smile to Joel as well. To be a part of this pure goodness is a privilege he didn’t think he’d ever get again, and he finds himself smiling back at folks, an easy “g’morning” offered to their own greetings.
The spring colts are out in the pen when they get to the stables, and Libby’s eyes go wide, tugging on his arm to hurry them along toward the fence. He hoists her up onto his hip so she can get a better look over the pen, a shriek of a giggle leaving her when one of the horses throws its head back in a whinny.
“You wanna get a little closer, baby girl?” He swears the look she gives him should be coming from a teenager, the pinch of her brow a total uh, yes, duh expression that he has to chuckle at.
Before he takes her into the pen, he grabs a pail of feed, setting Libby down and guiding her over to the gate with a hand on her back. There’s three horses in the pen, and none of them pay them much mind as they step inside, too busy soaking up the morning sun and stretching their legs in a lazy waltz. But when one of the colts takes notice of them, and the pail Joel is holding in one hand, it starts to nose closer to where they’re standing. And the closer it gets, the tighter Libby’s grip on his hand becomes until she shuffles behind his legs with a disconcerted whimper, pressing her face into his jeans and wrapping her arms around his thigh.
“There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. They’re just hungry, that's all. Here, watch.” He gently untangles her from his pant leg, kneeling down next to her with a reassuring palm on her back as he takes a handful of grain from the pail and holds it out to the young horse. The colt takes another step forward, hoovering the grain up from Joel’s palm in no time flat.
“Oh, daddy, I try?” He grins at her eager question and wide eyes, letting her step in front him to grab a handful of grain.
“That’s it, baby girl. Now hold your hand out flat like this.” He guides her hand out with his own, keeping his other hand on her shoulder. Though she takes a nervous step back into him when the horse comes closer, he holds her steady, murmuring that it’s alright, that he won’t let anything bad happen to her. And the giggle she lets out when the horse does snuffle at her palm might be the best sound he’s ever heard.
He catches flickers of Sarah in her, in laughs, or particularly sassy looks, and it’s the sweetest pain he’s ever felt, love that grows not in spite of, but because of the memories. His girls, all three of them, and the way they run laps around his heart.
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She’s not sure what she was expecting to find when she returned home that evening, but this certainly wasn’t it. Coming through the backdoor and into the kitchen, she sees veggies and other ingredients prepped and ready on the counter for dinner, an admitted relief and surprise knowing that it was Joel “chef boyardee doesn’t expire” Miller who most likely did it. But it’s when she steps into the living room that any weariness is replaced by a thrumming warmth in her chest at the sight she finds. Joel is out cold on the couch, head resting on one armrest and ankles propped up on the other, a light snore coming from his parted lips. And laying on his chest, his arms wrapped firm around her, is Libby, as equally conked out as her dad, cheek smushed against his shoulder.
As quietly as she can, she pads over to the couch, kneeling down and bringing a light palm to brush Libby’s hair out of her face, her girl stirring a bit before her eyes squint open.
“Mama?” It’s so quiet, so small that she’d like to tuck the sound of that word somewhere between her ribs, something sweet to hold onto forever.
“Hi, baby, told you I’d be back in no time. Did you have a good day with daddy?” Not answering, Libby simply starts to squirm in Joel’s hold, though he still doesn’t stir. But when she presses her little palms into his chest to push herself up, kneeing him in the stomach along the way, Joel wakes with a start and a hard oof, his head whipping around to figure out what the hell is going on. With Libby already scrambling into her lap, she offers him a smile, bringing her hand to rub circles over his chest where she knows his heart is probably racing right now.
“Hey, darlin, you’re back.” The tired rasp of his voice has her smile broadening into a grin, one hand rubbing up and down Libby’s back where she’s clung to her torso, and the other seeking out Joel’s hand, tangling their fingers together with a squeeze.
“Looks like you two wore yourselves out today.”
“I seed horses, mama.” Libby’s face peeks out from where she had been hiding in her neck, eyes wide and cheeks rounded by her grin.
“You saw the horses? That’s awesome, Libs.”
“She fed them too. This one was extra brave, weren’t you, baby?” Joel sits up with a groan, swinging his legs off the couch and leaning his elbows on his thighs as he speaks. To her surprise, and just a touch to her chagrin, Libby starts squirreling in her lap, craning around and reaching out for Joel who’s more than happy to take her up into his arms, sitting her down on his thigh.
“Brave, daddy.” Joel grins at their girl, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek that sets her giggling. She can’t help musing to herself that Libby might have found a new favorite.
“Did Ellie help out?”
“Nah, I told her she could go hang out with Dina. We had it under control, right, my girl?” Libby nods her head rather seriously at Joel’s words, making them both chuckle at her quick agreement.
“Hmm, looks like it. How about I get started on dinner then since you guys already got it all set up?” With that, Libby climbs up Joel to stand on his thigh, another oof drawing out of him as she jumps down off his leg and into her lap, just a tad too big for it to not knock the wind out of her as she wraps her arms around her neck.
“I help-ded, mama.” She glances over the top of Libby’s head at Joel, who just smiles and nods.
“Libs supervised, I chopped.” Libby nods, her hand reaching out to rest on Joel’s knee.
“Super eyes, daddy?”
“Something like that, baby. Why don’t you go get cleaned up with your mama? I’ll get dinner started.”
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“I have to admit, I’m impressed.”
“Well don’t sound so surprised, darlin.” She grins at him around her toothbrush, eyes meeting his in the bathroom mirror. While he had handled Libby well on his own, they certainly make a better team of taking care of their girl, dinner free of tears or tantrums, easily passing her between each other in the midst of stirred pots and chopped vegetables, Ellie coming home somewhere in the middle of it and taking Libby out in the backyard to play before they ate. It’s not that they’ve made a point of it, sitting down together every night for a meal, but they certainly try to, and it happens to be his favorite part of the day. They’re all safe, they’re all fed, and they’re all home, a relief and a reassurance that he knows matters as much to her as it does to him.
“So I did good, huh?” He can’t help himself, his grin going crooked as he leans against the bathroom counter to look at her.
“She still has all her limbs, no blunt force head trauma, and she passed out the minute I put her down for the night. Yeah, I’d say you did good.” She swallows his laugh with a kiss, stepping closer and resting her palms on his chest.
“Thank you, Joel. You know it’s not that I’m worried about you. I just– well, I just–”
“Worry about her. I know, I do too. But our girl is pretty fucking amazing, don’t you think?”
“She is, she really is. But don’t go turning her into a daddy’s girl now. Horses, Joel, really? That’s just playing to the crowd.” Her easy smile tells him that she’s only a little serious about what she says, head tilted at him.
“Oh please, you would’ve done the same if you had her wailing in your ear. Wouldn’t stop crying when you left, darlin.”
“Is it bad that hearing that makes me feel a little better?” Instead of answering her question, he steals another kiss from her, his hands cupping her face, feeling the arc of her cheeks as she grins into it.
“If our girl is gonna have a favorite, I don’t mind it being you.”
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When he went out of the room I could hear the key turn softly. A minute later I went over and tried it, and the door was locked.
Dracula immediately weaponizes his rules against Jonathan here. By locking him in the study he is, without words, bringing up the whole warning that he wouldn't want to go places that are locked, of course. This is the first time a new door has been locked, and it happened at once without any delay or warning. It is a silent threat: Jonathan's freedom of movement can be taken away at any time. His prison can always get smaller if he tries to escape. His privileges can and will be taken away.
He is locked in and left alone for hours. Perhaps there are other reasons as well, but it certainly proves a point on its own.
I love that the key turned softly. And that Jonathan went right over to check it. It again could go unnoticed at least for a while if Jonathan was a good guest who was unsuspicious of his host - but they both know that's not the case, so the soft gentle click of the lock is another kind of entrapment. How long will it take you to check if what you heard is real. How long till you break the rules and try to use a locked door (which has just been locked without warning, but the rules are far from fair). And Jonathan waits only a minute, then he double-checks and confirms his suspicions, like always.
When, an hour or two after, the Count came quietly into the room, his coming awakened me, for I had gone to sleep on the sofa. He was very courteous and very cheery in his manner, and seeing that I had been sleeping, he said:—
"So, my friend, you are tired? Get to bed. There is the surest rest. I may not have the pleasure to talk to-night, since there are many labours to me; but you will sleep, I pray." I passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms.
A couple things happening here. First, Jonathan fell asleep on a sofa again. He was left alone for hours without food and anything to do (though he did have access to the books in the study I suppose) but it's not especially a surprise he eventually fell asleep. Especially given something I'll get to in a minute. And yet by doing so he has broken another rule: don't sleep anywhere but your own room. Bad things will happen if you do. Now, Dracula has engineered a situation in which Jonathan had no choice but to eventually sleep where he was. Not only is this perhaps reminding him of his last nap on a sofa, but it's forcing him into breaking another rule at least potentially. Because sure, this room was designated safe for sleeping previously, but that was then. The door wasn't locked before. Things have already changed. Who knows what might happen now? (When he wakes briefly to go to his room, he doesn't see any new bad things - but does that mean they didn't happen, or that they are still lurking in wait?)
There's nothing Jonathan can do about it, so he plays along. But he doesn't write in his diary then. Part of that must be despair but I also think it is partly that the rules are changing around him and he does not know if he is safe or alone. It has become paramount to keep the diary protected, so he cannot take it out until he is certain of having privacy - and in the study then, he absolutely doesn't have any assurance of that.
And now on to the other thing I said I'd get to: dreaming. Jonathan says with some surprise that he slept well in his own bed, thus implying that was not the case on the sofa (which makes sense after what just happened, but also does fit with the direct wording of the warning on sleeping elsewhere; that it would give bad dreams as well as be unsafe). Also potentially implying that is not the case normally. I strongly suspect that he is having a lot of bad dreams on the regular (and for that matter is likely to be at least somewhat sleep-deprived as a result). Some is only to be expected in this situation, sure, but possibly at least some of them are caused by Dracula himself.
After all, this is yet another time Dracula comments on Jonathan's sleep and mentions the quality of his sleep/directs it ("there is the surest rest"). And just like every other time Dracula has commented, Jonathan's sleep has been as the Count wished for. The fact that he sleeps deeply/dreamlessly every time Dracula tells him to go to bed and get a good rest feels deeply ominous to me. It feels like there is a definite influence at hand here.
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This is not an attack on you at ALL I’m sorry for moving this to it’s own post I just have Opinions™️ and I need be weird about this book rq I’ll tag you anyway in case you’re interested like at all in my dumb little opinion @adrianfridge-main
I just woke up but DISAGREED Victor’s complaining was completely and utterly justified tbh (bro fucked up astronomically big time and as a result his entire family is dead, I think he’s earned the right to be in despair), Victor’s biggest flaw was the fact he stitched together a mass of corpses and brought it to life and then told nobody, Victor’s biggest flaw is avoidance – and part of that is understandable, it’s a common trauma response, but Victor should have been open about how he felt about Elizabeth, he should have worked through his feelings about his family and expressed them, he should have confronted what he did with the creature and told someone, told Clerval, Victor’s biggest flaw isn’t that he’s in despair, it’s that he rarely explains that despair to others – and it’s understandable why he doesn’t, but it’s still wrong, because that’s how he hurts people.
He keeps parts of himself hidden – as arguably represented by the creature himself. He begins to isolate himself for really the first time, he has a lot of space away from people he’s been around his entire life for really the first time, and it’s fairly safe to say that psychological things begin to build up, as he builds the creature, almost represented by him – whatever interpretation you have of these knew-found realisations can greatly vary depending on the reading of the book you have, but personally I think it’s mostly how he feels about himself and his family.
I don’t think Victor wanted to marry Elizabeth at all – and I’ll probably make a whole catch-all rant on that point soon enough, but I think once he actually begins to get some time in isolation to think about things, he starts thinking about his mother, he starts thinking about Elizabeth, he starts considering all these complicated feelings, that he genuinely does love his mother, but that she’s effectively forcing him into something he doesn’t want to do at all, surely she’d understand if he just explained – but she’s dead, he can’t explain, it’s too late for that. Would she have accepted his explanations in the first place, or would he have disappointed her? This was his mother’s only dying wish, the last thing she left to him, the last thing he had to remember her by – and I do believe Victor genuinely loved his mother, even if I’m also absolutely of the opinion that she was a terrible person. Instead of coming to a conclusion about this, Victor spirals, it builds up, he tells no-one – I don’t believe he would’ve told Henry – and this coincides with the creation of the creature. His dead mother’s final wish being the definitive thing haunting him, and the representation of his spiral and all of his emotions about that being a mass of sentient corpses – seems accurate.
Following this argument, Victor sees Clerval again after all those years, and he collapses from the weight of it all – he rants about it vaguely, but he hides it, and he continues to do so, ignoring it, and that’s when it slowly begins to become harmful, purposefully picking off the people he loves and hurting them.
It’s important to remember still, of course, that the monster isn’t metaphorical, he is real – it’s just that a lot of heights of Victor’s despair and tendency to spiral into his own thoughts coincide well with the “building” of the creature, or with him becoming more vocally demanding of Victor or harmful to his loved ones, so he tends to be a pretty good approximation for a physical representation of Frankenstein’s mental state and guilt. And effectively, Frankenstein desperately trying to hide the creature, fumbling with promises to make further mistakes to push him away only to come to the realisation that they’re wrong, but still having to deal with the consequences of them, instead of just from the start being open and honest, even if that honestly was “I need some time to think, and I don’t know how I feel right now.” – that’s his biggest flaw. And the people Victor hurts is really best represented through Elizabeth herself – I hold the very very strong opinion that Victor and Elizabeth are both victims of what was pretty basically just grooming, and again, avoidance is a very common trauma response, but Elizabeth tried to confront Victor on multiple occasions, sending that letter asking about how he feels about the marriage, saying it doesn’t need to happen if he doesn’t want it to – instead he misinterprets this as his poor dear cousin in despair second-guessing his affections for her, (very likely because of things his mother probably told him as a child), and decides to “put her mind at ease” by telling her that he will marry her, despite his actions saying completely otherwise and Elizabeth herself pretty openly not really wanting to marry him.
He’s gone through so much at this point, feels himself responsible for so many deaths, and decides the final thing he needs to do before he dies is not to be a disgrace to his parents as well, or any more of a disgrace than he already is, in his eyes.
And I also definitely have a queer reading of the novel – I genuinely do really hold to the interpretation of Frankenstein and Clerval’s relationship being romantic, and from there and concerning the creation of the bride, Henry really is effectively murdered as a punishment for Victor doubting the role given to him – almost like his doubts and guilt, as embodied by the creature, overwhelm him in that way. “Ah! my father, do not remain in this wretched country; take me where I may forget myself, my existence, and all the world.” He’s pushing away the memory of Clerval’s death, repressing it, avoiding it, and that is extremely important for how he shifts his tone with Elizabeth and puts up that fake demeanour of wanting to marry her, because he thinks it’ll make her happy even though both of them describe dreading the wedding, even given the context for Victor and even by Elizabeth, who doesn’t know what he dreads – in order to forget Clerval, he assigns himself to the role given to him as a child by marrying Elizabeth and gives up whatever he hope he had.
All possibly discouraged from Clerval being murdered as a response to Victor refusing to finish the Bride and subject her to the same fate as him and Elizabeth to the Creature, a pact made without her knowledge or consent, an arranged marriage. Where has spiting that tradition led him? Where has him standing up to the shroud of his mother’s dying wishes, hanging over him the entire novel thus far, led him, by refusing to force the Bride into an arranged marriage with the Creature, as he was with Elizabeth? To the death of the one man he truly loved. So, can at least “make his dear cousin happy” and not die spiting the one thing he was meant to do – make his mother proud from beyond the grave by marrying Elizabeth.
And even then, adding to my argument of the creature being a physical embodiment of Frankenstein‘s guilt and dread – that building tension approaching the wedding, Victor being convinced the creature is going to kill him, but he kills Elizabeth – that’s a metaphor if I’ve ever seen it.
Even on the subject of grieving Clerval, Victor won’t sort his feelings, he spirals and tries so desperately to avoid them. “We had resolved not to go to London, but to cross the country to Portsmouth, and thence to embark for Havre. I preferred this plan principally because I dreaded to see again those places in which I had enjoyed a few moments of tranquillity with my beloved Clerval. I thought with horror of seeing again those persons whom we had been accustomed to visit together, and who might make inquiries concerning an event.”
I wonder what would happen if he did go through London, if he did meet those people again. Would things have turned out differently? Would he finally have been given a sense of comfort and clarity through mutual grief, as nobody so far since Henry’s death and for the rest of the book, except the creature, ironically, has grieved for Clerval except for Frankenstein. If he met people who took as fondly to Clerval as he did, at least on meeting him briefly, who would have sympathy towards Victor – would he finally have that space to grieve for him in a healthy way, to be comforted by people who at least vaguely understand a fraction of his anguish?
But he doesn’t, and instead he avoids the subject – confining himself to his union with Elizabeth, and hurting her because of that.
And even to his grave, Frankenstein doesn’t stop to consider his feelings properly, and by that I mean he doesn’t sort them with anyone, he doesn’t admit the dread he feels surrounding his family and his late wife, he doesn’t stay with Ernest and talk through things with him, bonding to his last remaining family member in his grief – instead he spirals again, chasing the monster and telling no one, except for Walton. And even then, he doesn’t discuss, he monologues – he doesn’t talk through his emotions with a trusted friend, he “tells his story” to an eager man who is mostly overwhelmingly curious, rather than genuinely concerned.
Victor Frankenstein’s biggest flaw is not that he complains. It isn’t that he’s in despair – it’s that he won’t articulate that despair properly. It’s that he avoids it and keeps it hidden out of pain, but he shouldn’t. Because the subject of that despair actively effects the people around him, and by extension, his despair actively effects the people around him. Elizabeth is left hanging by a man who doesn’t truly love her and won’t talk to her, forcing her into a marriage she doesn’t really want out of duty. The creature is cast aside and abandoned, viewed mostly by Victor as a representation of his guilt and shame, of his worst mistakes, although he expresses feeling pity for it fairly often, he still hides and shuns it, fearing it. Clerval is murdered as a representation of that hope for a better future, the one man who ever truly loved him being snatched away, and instead of standing his ground, coming to the conclusion that he won’t abide by his mother’s wishes, that he was right in his destruction of the bride, grieving Clerval with those people in London and using his death as a catalyst to not let it happen again, perhaps then meeting Walton at a later date if he chose to stay in England or otherwise by chance under different circumstances, writing to Elizabeth telling her his true feelings and confronting the creature properly, pulling a Christine Daaé there except like. Parentally instead of romantically. and showing his creation sympathy and compassion rather than just feeling it, and being open about everything; instead of that, Victor spirals, and Victor hurts everyone left.
And it’s understandable why he does – it’s realistic. The hero doesn’t always know exactly what to do and magically save the day by making all the right decisions – people don’t know what do do or how to make all the right decisions. Victor isn’t just complaining “woe-is-me” style, Victor is in genuine severe psychological torment and distress, and his actions reflect that. He is, to an extent, a victim of circumstance – and his circumstances haven’t made things easy for him. In his grief over Clerval, he’s led back to Geneva by his father instead of through London, and follows easily. He’s forced into a situation where he has to marry his cousin by his mother, since young childhood. When he tries to be assertive in what he wants, he’s punished for it every time. In real life, people don’t fix their situation easily like a superhero and pull themselves on their feet like that. They don’t get over everything that’s ever happened to them easily. They need space – and Frankenstein did not have space. If he wanted to fix his life, he would have had to actively fight for it. And he didn’t have any fight left. He didn’t want to live. He didn’t have any idea of what to do next. He didn’t see a future. Any time he tried to fight against what was expected of him, he was punished for it, so now that his life was effectively over, all he wanted to do was assign himself to the roles he was “meant” to perform, and not disappoint his family.
But it’s still a flaw, and it still hurts people. Victor was still in the wrong for what he did. For avoiding everything, for building the creature to begin with, that was Victor’s fault. But it’s understandable why he does what he does, and he’s a very sympathetic character because of that.
Me waking up to immediately write an entire Frankenstein essay I shit you not I’m still in bed finishing this I literally just woke up and started typing half asleep until I finished it (haha funny Nosferatu reference):
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don't think about theo seeing emizel die, not knowing he has multiple lives and can come back. emizel telling theo to run from whatever danger they're in, that he'll be fine, but theo staying because goddamnit that's his best friend and he can't bear the thought of running away and leaving emizel to face whatever this is alone again.
don't think about how despite theo giving everything he has to protect emizel, it's still not enough. even if he's just a human, nothing compared to emizel's strength and power as vampire, that's still his friend, that's still emizel, that's still his emizel and he still needed to save him. and he failed.
don't think about him cradling emizel's body as he died, theo's despaired face being the last thing emizel sees and theo's sobs being the last thing he hears as his consciousness fades. then, theo's face being the first thing emizel sees when he comes back because despite however long he was gone for, theo still wouldn't have left emizel's side.
and definitely don't think about how between the exhaustion of the fight, the exhaustion of grief, the exhaustion of blaming himself, upon seeing emizel wake up, theo would absolutely break down. hugging emizel and not letting him go. in that moment, not understanding how or why, but just being overwhelmingly relieved that emizel is safe. that he's alive. (and not even caring that he technically wasn't alive in the first place.)
oh yeah, and as a last note, don't think about how after seeing theo's reaction, emizel would probably put a little more effort into keeping himself safe. taking his lives more seriously. because maybe he doesn't care about his safety any more than he did before, but he definitely cares about not putting theo through that again.
just... don't think about it.
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Imagine:
Yan!mum Egyptian!Bayonetta
Plot Summery: General platonic yandere headcanons for the Egyptian variant of Bayonetta, known also as "The Cloistered Witch"
This Contains: ‼️SPOILERS‼️ yandere themes (no violence towards reader), character death, unhealthy mindset, not proofread.
Note(s): sorry for the absence! I might end up making more of these, since I LOVED the multiverse, but I'll also be interested in doing some DC stuff eventually! Assuming I can muster up the motivation to do them pfft-
Egyptian!Bayonetta is a very loving and kind yandere. She is especially affectionate and adoring compared to the other variants, but has a level of self-control they lack. For the most part.
Overprotective and more obsessive then most variants. Though a softer variant of Bayo, she's arguably one of the most manipulative ones there are. She's a guilt-tripper, using her lack of conviction and timidness to pull on the heartstrings, even shedding a few tears. Worse yet, most of the time she isn't even aware that she's doing this, as it all comes from a place of genuine insecurity.
Absolute spoiler as well. Whatever you want is yours, especially if you butter her up a bit. She's a literal princess, she can get anything and everything you want. That said, though rarely, she'll also remind you of these rewards whenever something should go south. Also uses her privileges as ruler to keep an eye on you.
If you possess the spiritual power needed for it, you might end up being trained in the Dark Arts like your mother, much to her dismay. She begs you not to partake in them, as umbran training is extremely demanding, but just a few promises of taking it carefully and puppydog eyes will change her mind. She will be training alongside you though, and Jeanne will be the one teaching you both (may also be a yandere for you)
Do be warned: any scratch you sustain will be instantly met with extreme amounts of maternal love and attention, a lot of kisses and smothering, and a few pleas for you to no longer aspire to be a witch.
I like to think the Malphas' have an affection to you as well. They'll drop you many shiny things they've found across the desert, ranging from coins to golden towers and more. Also think they'd want you to fly on them.
When Singularity attacks and Jeanne is taken, Bayonetta demands that you stay behind, the first time she's ever directly commanded to do something. It's an action born out of fear and desperation, because god knows what she'd do if you were to die. You could reason with her though, that this interloper is a threat no matter where you are. Reluctantly, she'll agree to take you with her as she adventures to rescue Jeanne.
Lord forbid you're the Arch-Eve/Adam of this world. She'd be hysterical, especially if you were to challenge Singularity head on. She'd absolutely demand, beg you not to do it, at least not alone. Will fight you if she must to ensure you won't be killed.
Bayo is devastated having to kill Jeanne but has some comfort and relief knowing that you're safe. When Brave!Cereza is knocked unconscious and is sucked into the black hole, she gives you one last embrace before chasing after her origin. In this scenario, you'll be left in the care of Brave!Cereza, who'll vow to take care of you to honor her variant (likely becomes a yandere for you too).
If you're the Arch-Eve/Adam, she'd never forgive herself for failing you, letting you get harmed, let alone having to kill you, even if you begged her to. Knowing that your blood is on her hands will drive her insane, and breaks her heart completely. It's only due to Brave!Cereza that she doesn't completely give in to despair at first, but it isn't permanent. Thus, when Cereza is knocked unconscious, she gladly sacrifices herself for her variant.
As she's sucked into the black hole begotten by the powered Spider Demon, her thoughts are with you and Jeanne. She feels no fear, she feels no uncertainty. She's content in her last moments, lips swayed in a saddened but genuine smile. Her eyes look towards the sky one more time as she speaks her final words.
"Jeanne...Y/N... did you see? I won."
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Aether x Male!Reader
not a request
★⌒ヽinnocent love confessions..
★⌒ヽ word count : 2,836
i procrastinated this shit sm it took so fucking long to finish.
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“Alright, I’ve booked the rooms.” Kazuha announces to the group. “We have to leave by 11:30 in the morning so be prepared to wake up early.”
“Finally!” Amber cheers, relieved to finally be able to lie down in a bed after sitting in a cramped car for hours. Her cheerful expression dissipates when she hears she has to be up early. “Come on..couldn’t you have made it later!” She whines loudly shaking Kazuha by his shoulders. The group knew amber absolutely despised waking up early, her being late to her college classes daily proving it.
“If you didn’t stay up late everyday playing video games, you’d actually come to enjoy being up early.”(M/n) teased finding Ambers despair amusing.
Ambers puffed her cheeks as she crossed her arms glaring at (M/n). “Unlike you, I have things that need to be done!”
“Oh yeah? Like what, gambling all your money away on gacha games?” (M/n) shot back, a smirk planted on his face.
“I—Well!-“ Amber’s face bloomed as embarrassment filled her body. She knew (M/n) had a point there so she was unable to come up with anything say. Just like how their squabbles usually ended, with Amber left red faced and speechless.
“He got you there Amber.” Aether chuckled at their bickering. He was already used to their harmless fights. They were entertaining, and he couldn’t help but want to tease the loosing side of their little argument.
“Alright, Alright.” Tomo interrupted before Amber got a chance to make another comment. “Enough bickering, we have to get to the hotel before we have less time to rest.”
They all agreed, beginning to finish the last of their food and ask for the bill. Amber still muttering curses under her breath at (M/n). Tomo took the bill graciously, as he always did. Despite the group always offering to split the bill he never allowed them to. Being the oldest of the group he didn’t want to make them worry about the payments. He really sounded like a middle aged man in times like these, despite only being 26 years old. They considered him the father of the group, him being the one to make sure they got home safe after a party, or reminding them to eat if they haven’t.
Immediately when they arrived to the hotel Amber knocked herself out in her and fischls shared room. Not even checking to make sure their room was safe enough to spend the night in. One of her careless habits was that she was too carefree, which meant she would often overlook some pretty serious stuff. Fischl despite being the younger of the pair was considered the more mature one. She never hesitated to check every nook and cranny when she stayed in unknown places. The germaphobe in her never failing to send her nerves to the moon. After checking the room making sure to confirm it was safe to sleep peacefully in she comfortably lay in her bed as her tiredness finally set in and she drifted to sleep.
Kazuha and Tomo took turns showering before they went to bed. In the group the two were considered the parents. The fact that they were a couple played a huge part in their harmless nickname, but it wasn’t the only factor in it. They took no short amount of effort in taking care of their group. Tomo was the older one, but they made it seem as if him and Kazuha were around the same age. You should’ve seen the look on Amber’s face when she found out Tomo was 26—three years older than kazuha. She still refuses to believe his age despite all of the evidence leading to it.
After taking turns with their showers, the two changed into their most comfortable clothes and headed to sleep. Of course not before their daily kiss and words of affirmations. This was the part about them the group despised, their clear displays of pda sending bile to their throat. It almost made it seem as if they were a newly wedded couple.
Aether and (M/n) weren’t too far from Fischl and Amber in terms of playfulness, but amber could never compare to the two. They seemed like a match made in heaven the way their personalities aligned almost too perfectly. The two were closer to each other than they were to anyone else in the group. Knowing each other in high school probably played a big role in that but even then, it was hard to believe they only knew each other for a few years. They seemed absolutely enamored with one and other but its not like they would ever admit it.
“(M/n)? You wanna shower first?” Aether inquired, staring up at (M/n) from his sitting position on the bed.
“Nah, I’m too tired. I’ll wake up early and shower in the morning.”
“Mm..Alright.” Aether hummed as silence filled the room once again.
(M/n) made his way over to their shared bed sluggishly. After finally getting a moment to rest it seemed his tiredness dropped onto him in an instant as he yawned quietly.
“Alright I’m heading in.” Aether announced softly not really expecting a reply.
(M/n) hummed in response turning over on his back and looking up to the ceiling. He thought back to everything they did today, as he usually did before going to sleep. His mind drifted to many different things, glossing over interactions he had with people, or how good the food tasted when he ate. After his brain ran out of uninteresting topics to babble about in his head he finally drifted over to a certain topic. His longterm crush as well as his current roommate, Aether.
Immediately his face bloomed once Aether’s face appeared in his mind. He thought back to when he first began liking all his tiredness immediately washing away. He couldn’t help but fall for him over the few years they knew eachother. During his freshman year he had to be transferred in the middle of the semester which set him back a bit in terms of making friends. No one wanted to be friends with him simply because they didn’t want to go through the trouble of having to get to know someone who they hadn’t already built a bond with. Aether was different, he didn’t care whether or not he transferred when there was only 4 months of the semester left. He just wanted to be friends with him, and that simple action sent his pulse skyrocketing.
Just the idea of Aether gave him a giddy feeling in his chest as a smile quickly spread across his face. He brought his hands to his face as he rolled over in the bed unable to contain his excitement. He knew he probably seemed like a lovestruck highschooler to others who knew about his crush, but he couldn’t help the way his heart felt.
“What’s got you smiling like that?” A voice inquired interrupting his train of thought.
His heart seemed to stop beating as the very subject of his smile caught him acting like a teenage girl. He almost snapped his neck looking over to aether who stood at the shower door, hair which was usually tied into a high ponytail laying neatly onto his shoulder as a towel lay loosely in his hands.
“Aether! Jesus—you scared the hell out of me.” (M/n) sucked in a breath. His face was still visibly red and he hoped the dimmed lights of the room covered it at least a little.
“Mmm..” He hummed, brushing off his words. “So? What you cheesin over there for?” He teased walking over to sit down next to (M/n).
(M/n) chuckled nervously doing his best to get Aether to drop the subject. “Just—Nothing really. I’m just happy to be on this trip with you all.” He smiled at Aether. That sentence wasn’t exactly a lie, he was extremely happy to be going on the trip but that definitely wasn’t the topic of his thoughts.
“Ah really? I was thinking the exact same thing.” Aether replied as it seemed a burst of energy spread through his body. “I was thinking how I really appreciate you all, I don’t know where I would be if I didn’t meet you.” He smiled warmly at (M/n) adoration filling his eyes.
(M/n)’s face burned red as he went mush. Aether was too cute, and the fact he was the object of his appreciation sent his pulse skyrocketing once again. The loud beat of his heart in his chest was definitely getting harder to ignore. He didn’t know if he was overanalyzing things or if his feelings were blinding his judgment but it really seemed as if Aether reciprocated his feelings in that moment. He almost wanted to confess his feelings right then and there, but he knew it would be too sudden to just confess his feelings with no explanation.
“Yeah..me too.” (M/n) managed to force out, his brain still trying to wrap his head around Aethers words.
“On the topic of the group, I’m so jealous of Tomo and Kazuha.” Aether sighed laying down on the bed next to (M/n) with his face towards the ceiling.
Still thinking about Aethers previous words the only words that registered in his mind were “Jealous” and “Tomo.” The moment he registered those words his heart sunk into his stomach as disappointment immediately began filling his body. He stayed silent as he listened to Aether’s complains still trying to work out the fact Aether may have had a crush in Kazuha.
“I��m happy for them definitely,” He paused turning to face (M/n). “But no matter how hard I try, I don’t think anyone could love me like they love each other.”
“I don’t think that’s true.” (M/n) blurted out sitting up to look at Aether. His heart hammered in his chest knowing there was no way to back out now. “Aether, you’re a great person. You’ve helped me so much throughout the years we’ve known eachother and I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing without you.”
“You’re beautiful Aether, inside and out.” (M/n) paused trying to get his words organized and not screw up. “And I don’t know how to express to you how much you mean to me.”
Aether was speechless as red quickly began making his way up to his face. He wasn’t expecting such a heartfelt confession from (M/n) and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting to be this flustered. His heartbeat quickly sped up as he met (M/n)’s eyes. Seeing no trace of dishonesty in his eyes, made him even more flustered. The moment he began sweating excessively was when he knew it was over for him. You would think someone with hyperhidrosis would sweat profusely in every part of their body, except that wasn’t the case for Aether. When he begin sweating all of the sweat pools in his hands making his hands overtly moist.
”I love you Aether—More than you could ever think.” (M/n) exhaled quickly wanting nothing other than to run away and show his face again. He pushed down those feelings knowing he would never get a chance like this ever again and he couldn’t just give it up all because he was scared. He felt his heartbeat in his chest as his nerves shot to the moon. He tried as best he could to seem stable in Aether’s eyes but he was seconds away from crumbling from the inside out.
There was silence for awhile, the two of them both trying to process what just happened. Aether was red as a beet millions of thoughts racing through his mind. He looked up at (M/n) who he couldn’t really see well because he had his head faced downwards and away from him. He swore his heart stopped beating when he noticed the redness in (M/n)’s face. I mean who would have thought? His crush from the moment he began highschool suddenly dropping down a confession on his head? It was unexpected, and he didn’t even have any time to prepare. Still that doesn’t change how happy Aether felt in that moment. He almost burst into tears when he heard (M/n)’s words.
(M/n) on the other hand was a hot mess. He was full on shaking now the anxiety and worry was hitting him harder than ever and Aether staying silent was not helping his case. He could feel his heart sinking to his stomach as tears brimmed his eyes. Now he thought back to their friendship sure that he ruined everything. So it came as a shock to him when he felt Aether wrap his arms around his torso whispering in his ear how much he likes—no—loves him.
“(M/n) I love you too..” Aether sighed into the nook of (M/n)’s neck. His face was still burning and he felt mushy inside but there was no way he was gonna ruin this chance with (M/n). He hugged (M/n) tightly as if he would wake up and this would all be a dream. Now the two were sitting facing eachother with Aether cuddling against (M/n) closing any sort of space they had.
Now it was (M/n)’s turn to be speechless. Sure he had received many hugs from Aether the few years they’ve know eachother but this was different. This time it was filled with love and admiration as well as the confirmation that his confession had been reciprocated. He almost jumped out of his skin when the complete opposite of what he thought was going to happen didn’t even happen at all. He couldn’t help it now, the tears he tried so desperately to hide spilling out from his eyes like a fountain. They were happy tear’s definitely, but all of the emotions (M/n) was feeling all at once needed someway to release.
The moment Aether heard (M/n) sniffing he snapped his head up to look at him. He almost lost all moral reasoning when he saw how (M/n) face. Somehow even with tears flowing out of his eyes he still managed to look gorgeous. It really seemed as if God himself blessed (M/n). He snapped out of his trance as (M/n) looked at him trying to speak but no words coming out.
“(M/n)..You look so beautiful right now.”
(M/n) paused if his face could get any redder it was, he almost felt lightheaded now. “Shut up..No I’m not.” He spoke between sniffles the intensity of his tears pouring out lessening. “..Does this mean we’re official?” He whispers even though he already got Aethers words of confirmation he still had to hear it one more time just to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
Aether smiled nodding his head as he snuggled into (M/n) once again. They sat in silence for a moment as they enjoyed eachothers company. The two cuddled together for about 20 minutes before (M/n) asked the question he had wanted to for so long. He took a deep breath and looked into Aether’s eyes his nerves finally calming down.
”Aether..Can—Can I kiss you?” (M/n) intertwined him and Aether’s hands looking up at his face for any sign of disgust or discomfort.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to kiss me just because we’re dating now. If you’re uncomfortable please don’t try to force yourself.” Aether looked at (M/n) with sincerity in his eyes a look that never failed to make (M/n) mushy inside.
“No..I—I want to.” He mentally cursed at himself for stumbling over his words, red seeping onto his face once again.
Aether said nothing and nodded his head moving closer to close the space between the two. Once again he looked at (M/n) for confirmation resuming once he earned a small nod from him. Softly, his lips met (M/n) and it was all he’d ever wish for in his life. It felt like heaven he was almost sure he’d never he able to kiss anyone ever again if it wasn’t (M/n). It lasted for ages (M/n) softly biting Aether’s bottom lip as to ask for an entry. Aether gave that entry happily he almost felt drunk on (M/n)’s taste.
He brought his hands to (M/n)’s waist pulling him closer, wanting to taste more of him. It wasn’t until (M/n) pulled away for a breath of air did Aether realize how lightheaded he was. His brain was mushy as the kiss lingered on his tongue. He didn’t know what (M/n) was doing to him, but he wasn’t protesting. The two were both panting for a breath of air, a new atmosphere lingering around them.
“I love you so much..”
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the same level
pairing: papa emeritus III x fem! reader
summary: terzo comforts reader who opens up about her (restrictive) eating disorder and insecurities.
It had been days since you had left the confinement of your room. The place that had once been your sanctuary, decorated with things that represented you, had grown to reflect your current state: a dark, cluttered, and rotting solitary. You had no idea what time it was, as the lights remained off, and your curtains shut. Uneaten plates and bags of rotting food sat on top of your desk and in your drawers, filling your room with a putrid stench that was still not enough to motivate you to tidy up. You knew it was disgusting, but mentally and physically, you were helpless. Standing up on your own left your legs trembling and your vision blurry. You were crushed by the expectations others were so blind to, yet were engrained so deeply into your mind. You wanted to be pretty. You wanted to be perfect. You wanted to be petite. But you didn’t feel petite- you felt small. As if you made no impact on the world around you, as if you could be swallowed by it.
Clenching the covers, you nestled deep into your bed, hoping for some sort of relief from the debilitating cold you could not escape. Suddenly you heard a knock on your door. Shit. Your room was absolutely filthy. You were absolutely filthy, having not showered in a concerning amount of time. Even if you wanted to open the door, you couldn’t, as you were malnourished and weak.
“Can I come in, amore mío?” a thickly accented voice belonging to no other than Papa Emeritus III said from behind your door.
You wanted him to come in, to hold you, to comfort you, more than anything. But simultaneously, you wanted him to run, to run far away. He wouldn’t want you if he knew what a mess you were, that you had been living in self-inflicted squalor for the past week.
“You don’t… You don’t w-want to.” You stammered, tears welling up in your tired eyes as your chest started aching.
“I only want to make sure that you are okay, sí? I am coming in now.” Before you could protest, Papa opened the door, his facial expression immediately shifting to one of concern upon laying eyes on the disaster in your room. However, no amount of concern was equivalent to when he caught sight of you, curled up in your bed, your face drained of color and your eyes tired and heavy. It felt as though his heart, though hidden behind smoke and mirrors, had been shattered into a million pieces. “Ay, tesoro, what’s going on?” He asked, his voice full of a sorrow you had never heard from him before. Carefully but quickly tiptoeing over the mess on the ground, he knelt beside your bed.
“I don’t know,” you replied, avoiding eye contact, staring at your hands as you fidgeted with the sheets.
Papa gently collected your hands and put them in his, feeling the cold even through the leather in his gloves. “You’re freezing cold.” What really got to him, though, was the trembling. After processing the extent of your weakness, Papa gently placed his arms around you and guided you to sit upright. “Please, talk to me.” Papa said, taking a seat beside you on the bed.
“Can I… Do you want me to be honest?” you stammered.
“More than anything.” He replied.
You had nothing else to hide. Papa had seen the worst of it already. Taking a deep breath in and out, you gave him a final disclaimer.
“Promise you won’t judge me?”
“Not just a promise, a swear. I swear on everything true and unholy.” he said, moving your hands toward his lips and planting a soft kiss on top of them.
“Okay.” As you started to open your mouth, you let out a weak sob. He said nothing, but looked into your eyes and gave you an understanding nod, which said everything. Said, “You are safe with me.” And in a moment of utmost despair, you confessed to Papa in a few seconds what had been eating you from the inside out for years.
“I have… a problem. With food. And myself. And my body. I have-“ Here came the hard part, the part that you often didn’t feel worthy enough to say. “I have an eating disorder,” you confessed. Any precious attempt to stifle your tears was thrown aside, as you began sobbing harder than you had in a long, long, time. “Even when I’m ‘recovered’, it never goes away. It’s always there. Sometimes I- I don’t eat. I hate how I look, I just want to look good. I’m- the ugliest one here. And I’m fat and it’s so hard because I have to lie to everyone, that I don’t want to hang out so I miss meals, that I’m fine, that I’m happy and I don’t want to just disappear at every given moment. I just want to be skinny and I want to be pretty and I’m not either of those things and I… If you take anything away from this, please let it be that this isn’t your fault- I feel like I’m not worthy of your attention. I’m not pretty enough. And I know it’s gross, it’s not an excuse to be living like this, you were kind enough to let me in this space and it’s- so selfish of me-“
“No, no no no. Shhhh.” He said, reaching out to cradle your face in his gloved hands. “That is not selfish at all. You are the least selfish person I have ever met. So loving, caring, so much to give. But you also need to care for yourself. You have been keeping this inside for so long, afraid you are a burden, when you are the opposite. A gift. Thank you for telling me.” He continued, his hands moving down to your shoulders and rubbing them gently. “Maybe what I am supposed to tell you right now is that beauty is on the inside. And this is true because you are full of it. But what I also want to tell you more than anything right now is that you are astonishingly beautiful, so gorgeous, on the outside. Every time I catch sight of you is a gift from Satan himself. You are perfection and are more than good enough for me, maybe even too good. So good. So pretty. You are a beautiful girl. La mia bella ragazza.” He said, pulling you in closer and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Thank you, Papa.” you uttered, sniffling. His affection was so tender, so gentle, contrasting with his usual flashy persona he sported for the public.
“I want to help. What do you need from me?” Papa asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I- I’m so gross, I need to shower, but I can’t.” Not quite understanding, Papa tilted his head to the side. “It… uh… This is so embarrassing.”
“It is not embarrassing.” He gently interjected.
“It hurts to walk and hold my arms up for too long.” You explained, shame seeping through your tired voice.
“Ah. That is no problem. I am more than willing to help.”
“But um, please don’t look. I’m sorry.” You squeaked out, tears beginning to well up once again. The last thing you needed was anyone seeing your naked body right now, let alone from someone so good-looking himself.
“There is nothing to apologize for. Nothing at all. I will undress you after I start you a bath, sí? And no looking.” Papa reassured you, standing up to walk to your bathroom and run the warm water in the bathtub. After he returned, he had no trouble undressing you even with his eyes shut, which made you laugh a little. Papa immediately perked up, desperate to hear the laugh he treasured so much, and decided to play along.
“Is something funny?” He said, a smirk growing on his painted lips, his closed eyes crinkling up.
“No.” You said after a soft giggle.
“Do you think I am some deprived old man who has not undressed a woman in his lifetime? Ay, I thought you knew me better than that, ragazza dolce.” He joked, dramatically putting his hand over his heart with a hurt expression on his face. “I am going to pick you up now, is this okay?”
You nodded weakly. “Mhm.”
Papa scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you tightly against his body.
“Now I’m going to open my eyes. I cannot walk you to the bathroom without seeing. That would be un disastro. I do not want to drop something so precious.”
“Okay.” you agreed, smiling against his neck. You knew he couldn’t see your body while holding you, since your arms and legs were wrapped around him tightly. Papa gently placed you into the tub and you pulled your knees up to your chest to cover yourself.
“Too hot? Too cold?” Papa asked, peeling off his gloves and placing his hand under the running water to ensure the temperature was just right.
“It’s perfect. Thank you.” You reassured him.
Papa nodded and smiled softly.
“I’m so embarrassed you have to see me like this. Gross and naked and, just... I… I don't want you to think I'm ugly.” you confessed, looking down in shame.
Papa knew you were in a very vulnerable state. After contemplating for a moment, Papa placed his hands in the water, cupping it and bringing it to his face, and began to wash off his face paint. The black and white began to melt together and off his skin, revealing each perfect crevice, curve, and shape of his face. And after he continued to rinse off the paint, you were left staring at not Papa Emeritus III, but Terzo.
Terzo, the youngest of three brothers, who doodled skulls and little rats on his paperwork, who watched horrible reality television in the late hours of the night, and who made you laugh until your stomach hurt.
“Do you think I am ugly?” Terzo asked, his mismatched eyes full of wisdom, of light and darkness, of heaven and hell.
“Never. You're... you're perfect.” you replied, honestly.
“And you think so despite my different eyes and the lines in my skin and the way my nose seems slightly tilted, the things you may not even notice. The things you see as imperfect in yourself are things I find more perfect than anything. We all have struggles. We all have things we hide from the world. Ups and downs, highs and lows, we fall down, myself included. Ask the YouTube. They have lots of videos of it.” He joked, in a successful attempt to hear your precious laugh.
“Even when you feel ugliest, I see nothing but beauty. I am not above or below you, we are on the same level. That is where I want to be, always. The same level as you, no matter how high or low. Do you understand?”
“I just… I feel like all the other sisters are so pretty. Beautiful. I want what they have, their bodies, their hair, their skin, their faces, their confidence… And they’ve.. been with you. And that’s completely okay, I just mean, I want to be special to you.”
“The other sisters are beautiful. But can I tell you something else? I think you are the most beautiful and special of them all, inside and out. I have wanted to tell you this for some time now, but I do not want to make you uncomfortable. I am worried I will scare you away sometimes, for you are the only one who wants more than one thing from me.” he confessed.
“Scare me?” You asked, your heart crumbling. “Papa, you’re perfect. I love being around you. You’re beautiful, its not just because of what you have to offer physically. You’re funny, smart, charismatic, caring, so talented, and resilient. Anyone who only sees you for your body doesn’t even deserve to be in the same room as you. I wish I could make everyone else see what I see.”
“See?” he replied calmly, though his face grew redder from your compliments.
Not quite understanding, you looked up at Terzo and tilted your head, a puzzled expression on your face. And at that moment, that moment when Terzo looked into your gorgeous eyes, Terzo realized you were the most precious treasure the world had to offer.
“Now take that and tell yourself.”
“Thank you, Papa.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.
The rest of your bath was good. Peaceful. You and Terzo discussed your struggles with your mental health and body image, and he patiently listened while gently massaging shampoo into your hair. He knew exactly when to let you cry and when to make you laugh, when to interject, and when to listen. Throughout your conversation, you slowly realized you two had more in common than you thought; not only sharing similar insecurities, but similar feelings for each other. You shared other things as well: smiles, laughter, and small moments that would last for eternity. You loved the flashy and smooth-talking Papa you saw walking through the halls, but you also loved the tender, gentle Terzo you saw today. You loved both of them. You loved all of him.
“We will get you help. I will help you. We will get through this, together. I promise, mia bella ragazza.” He promised, kissing you softly on your forehead.
“Now, after I dry you off, let’s get you something to eat, sí?”
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now, if you take anything away from this fanfiction, let it be:
you are absolutely perfect inside and out. i can't even see you through this screen, but i KNOW you are beautiful, and i see you in the way that i know personally it can be so hard to love yourself. but please take it to heart when i say that you don't have to change for anyone, anything, or any idea you have in your head. there will always be someone who will love you for you and if you feel like you don't have that person yet, let it be me. <3
go eat if you haven't today, or if you're hungry, or if you just want to enjoy it! that's an order from me and papa! FOOD IS NECESSARY! FOOD IS GOOD!
part 2 hopefully coming soon!
now, i'm gonna go eat a crumbl cookie because i deserve it :)
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so... this is just kind of a personal emotional dump. i don't want to bring anyone down, you can ignore this if you just want to do the sexy stuff.
but it is an insight into me, so ya know. here it is. it turned out a lot longer than i wanted... to be honest it's sort of turned into my life story. um. sorry.
i spent so much of my life being ashamed and confused and depressed. i suppose, the thing is... i'm tired of watching other people live the life that i wanted to live.
i was brought up in a very conservative small town, in the middle of fkin nowhere. the place was extremely homogenous. no (visibly) gay or trans people, almost no people of colour. i had a single, disabled mother. my dad was very mentally ill, and he was abusive and violent with it, and even though he left when i was in single digits, he's left some very deep scars on me. i went to school under the time of the Section 28 law - which is to say, LGBT issues were banned in school, and bullying gay and trans kids was absolutely allowed to happen, or else the teachers could be seen as "taking a side" on a "controversial issue". this happened to me multiple times. i hated school. even though i started off in life with a passion of learning, going there broke my enthusiasm for literally decades.
i was queer, and i was in denial. i... sort of understood, i think?? but i realised very young that i couldn't rely on anyone, not my parents, not my teachers, not my peers. i grew up obsessed with the idea of self-reliance and some fucked up idea of personal strength. even after a university friend of mine came out, and i realised i might be trans, i still clung to these ideas, to masculinity and self-isolation. they had kept me "safe" and i felt i needed them. i abused drink and drugs because i felt empty and just wanted to fucking feel something, at least something other than anxiety and despair. it felt like parts of me were missing. most of the time, i felt either nothing, or fear, or stress, unless i was high.
i had health problems, i didn't have any energy or concentration (i later learned that i had ADD), i was depressed, and i had chronic migraines. i went to university to study a BSc in computer science, and i couldn't complete it due to these health problems.
and yeah, the health problems and depression became disabling... because of that i was constantly broke. this country, the tory party especially (but not only the tories), hates disabled people with a passion. i was into political activism at the time and the number of deaths of sick and disabled people coming out of the initial austerity era actually kind of broke my faith in society, i couldn't believe this was being allowed to happen.
as an aside - that was a choice. austerity was a choice, and it came with a body count in the tens of thousands (according to the British Medical Journal) before they just stopped fucking counting. this is a thing that actually happened in one of the richest countries on earth, and it happened as the richest people in that country only got richer and richer, and then we just... forgot, because disabled people don't fucking matter, do we? i'm sorry to get political in the middle of my own miserable ramble but these bastards need to burn in hell for what they did.
fuck the tories
anyway.
because i abused my body, and i couldn't afford decent healthcare, or transition related stuff, i actually wrote off my appearance. i decided i would never be able to look good or feel good about myself. there was a brief time when i first got on HRT where i felt great about the future, but once i realised how badly i'd already hurt myself... i just gave up. for a lot of my life i was convinced that i wouldn't be here in the next few months or years, so why build a future?
my desires and sense of identity were just completely buried under a mountain of shame, self loathing, lack of direction, and substance abuse. i lost so, so many years.
so... how are things today? my living situation is crap. it's secure, but miserable. one tiny room, with mold in it which is aggravating my allergies. my financial situation is still bad, but it's not critical - i am struggling to afford some medications, but generally i'm afloat. i am, so far, just about able to maintain a small old car, which i rely on, because i live in the sticks and there's fck all public transport here. mentally, i still struggle, but it's so so much better than it was, and it is getting better. my physical health is... concerning me; i have a lot less energy than i'd like, and i'm in almost always in pain. in terms of drugs, i am mostly clean. i don't really drink, i don't smoke (neither tobacco nor anything else), but i do use prescription painkillers.
one of the bigger things is my gender and sexuality... confusing as hell, i'm in a superposition between trans woman and like... femboy, or sissy feminine man. i don't really understand it, parts of all these things appeal strongly to me on a deep, honest, fundamental level. i'm really not sure how to interpret this.
and, well, when i look at some certain sex workers and models... i feel equal parts inspired, and like i want to cry. i keep seeing people who lived the life i always wanted, and i see how fucking happy and successful they are, and i feel so many things all at once.
but... i am still here. i do still have time left. and i do know a few things about me for sure:
i am a reasonably intelligent person. i'm good with computers, electronics, and cars. i like music, travelling, and um i think i like cooking??? and of course video games. i mean duh, i'm a queer on the internet! :p
i'm determined, i don't want to lie down and die any more, i want things to get better for me, i want a future.
but i think... above all? it's the things i was ashamed of that i love the most. i love kink, i love femininity, i love showing off, i desire outrageous sexual experiences, and looking hot and changing the person i see in the mirror. i want to do porn, to revel in eroticism and queerness, and i want to take these things seriously.
so, that's what i'm going to do. that's why i'm posting this here alongside the fun kinky stuff. it's important, this is me.
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As promised, here's the 'whump of all time'
Match For Third Place:
(as always, propaganda is under the cut)
Once Upon A Time:
(gifset 1, gifset 2)
"There's blood, wounds, captivity, bondage, a slow-dipping-mechanism, a big rescue, and excellent acting by Colin O'Donoghue - who delivers the tiniest whimper and the most delectable of trembles for our whump-loving eyes to devour!" ~ @killian-whump
"[...] Killian was BROKEN. Absolutely and heart-wrenchingly devastated. He was tortured within an inch of his life (… or death, I guess) and practically left to slowly drop into a pit of eternal despair.
Killian was not easy to break. He would get injured and get back up with a sneer and an "I'm alright love you should see the other guy".
But to reach that point? The point of telling Emma she should have kept herself safe instead of saving him from this torment, to hold on to her like she was his lifeline, to SMILE that small smile from the first bit of hope he'd gotten since he ended up there?
The relief upon watching this episode for the first time was visceral. For two episodes we knew Hook was being tortured, we saw him try and fail to limp to safety, we saw his resolve and defiance desperately hold on, we saw him accept his fate, we saw him preferring to be tortured further than hurt his friends… And then he got saved! And he had no witty comeback, no effort to hide his pain. He just fucking collapsed in the arms of his beloved, of his saviour, and held on for a moment to realize that it was real, she was there, he was finally safe.
Add to that some amazing, jaw-dropping, emotional acting by Colin O'Donoghue, how can you get any better than that?
Anyway vote for ouat. Because this whole torture mini arc existing is probably what caused a chain reaction of me understanding and accepting I love whump, so. I wouldn't be here torturing blorbos if it weren't for it 🤣" @piracytheorist
"god tier acting" ~ @caliburn-the-sword
Daredevil:
(gifset, gifset, gifset)
"Matt beaten and bloody in a dumpster! Matt falling on his face! Matt wincing and groaning! Matt having been stabbed! Matt gasping and saying, "I can't breathe!" Matt getting a needle thoracostomy! All outside of the hospital!" ~ @whumpdoyoumean
"The entire episode is iconic. The whump just keeps GOING. Matt falling over? Claire being a fed up but very competent caretaker? "I can't go to the hospital"? Matt being SO visibly beaten down and acted so well? It's incredible."
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here to save your life.
Mo Dao Zu Shi (alternate names: Founder of diabolism, Grandmaster of demonic cultivation or mdzs for short) is an danmei novel written by Mo Xiang Tong Xu also known as mxtx in the fandom (we love you our god) which was originally published in 2016. Till now it has had multiple adaptations including an donghua, manhua, live action as well as a chibi version and an audio drama.
I highly suggest to send your support for the novel through official sites but since a lot of people can't afford to buy the books or watch and listen to the adaptations because of different issues of their own, I will be linking the places where these are available for free so that no one has to go through much trouble finding them.
Just a reminder that some of these are not official sites where the adaptations were aired which technically makes them (slightly) illegal but that's too common in the fandom so if you're new no you're not going to jail. The websites are safe and I will give specifications to avoid ads just in case.
𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹
The novel has a total of 126 chapters. The main story consists of 113 chapters and the other 13 are extras. Reading the novel was my best decision ever and I can bet my life that you won't be disappointed with it. The characters, the storyline, the freaking lines. Everything is perfect from the top and to the bottom. It has been rated mature as it includes explicit content and slight non-con?? It wasn't really non-con but then also maybe it was. It's debatable really trust me on this. You can read it here. Happy reading!!!
𝗗𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘂𝗮+𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
To put it simply donghua is Chinese animation. Most people say that it's just anime but Chinese. But from experience I can say that don't say it out loud cause it makes some people really angry. The mdzs donghua has 3 seasons having 15, 8 and 12 episodes respectively. The chibi version is called Mo Dao Zu Shi Q and has 30 episodes consisting of 5-6 mins each.
Season 1 can be watched here.
Season 2 can be watched here.
Season 3 can be watched here.
Chibi version can be watched here.
(Tip: Download the brave browser from playstore before clicking the links as it blocks the ads completely so you can watch in peace. It is safe.)
𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗵𝘂𝗮
Manhua refers to a Chinese comic. The mdzs manhua has a total of 259 chapters. But due to our luck they have been censored which have left a few people banging their head on the wall (including me). But do not worry cause those chapters can be found on twitter. But really tho how hard is it to uncensore a kiss?? Nvm moving on from my despair you can read the manhua here.
And if you have the unquenchable thirst to read the uncensored scenes then you can find them by just searching on Google tho it has been said that the manhua publishing company will publish them soon enough.
Edit: THANK YOU TO THAT ONE ANGEL ON INSTA i got to know about the website which has been posting about the uncensored scenes here.
𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲-𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
This part is my fav I swear. The live-action is called The Untamed and has a total of 50 episodes consisting of 43-45 mins each. They are all available on youtube for free!! I will still link them all here. They are absolutely breathtaking. Due to the Chinese censorship the plot has been altered but there's not much of a difference according to me. I do think that the romance is a bit subtle but it's there. You can feel it through the screen and it makes you swoon so bad. I'm completely in love with the drama. It's so beautifully done.
There is also a special edition of the drama with the same name which consists of 20 episodes with the duration time of almost an hour on each episode. It was made for international fans with a different ending and focuses more on the relationship btw our male leads instead of the plot. Some scenes have been cut and some have been added. It's just as amazing. It's available here. The first 3 episodes are also available on youtube.
(Again don't forget to use the brave browser to remove ads)
𝗔𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗼 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮
Man the audio drama is just....perfect. There is not a single thing I can complain about. The emotions are perfectly conveyed. The audio effects of fighting or the sound of their breathing, even the slightest sounds have been added so make it as real as possible and it certainly does it's job. Earlier the audio drama was fully available on YouTube but unfortunately it has now been deleted. You can access it by joining the discord server of Treasure Chest Subs. Here is the link along with the steps on how to join on their website.
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 :
Novel
Manhua
Audio Drama
Donghua+Chibi version
Live Action+Special Edition
The rest is up to you of course!!! Hope you have fun with MDZS. I love it so much and I hope you will too now. This is my top danmei and there definitely is a reason for that. Happy journey to MDZS hell ;) P.S. If the links do not work or if you're having any problems with it please let me know. I will keep on updating the links if they are changed by any chance so it won't be much of a hassle.
-with love, rose
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Chapter Six [Wesker]: What It Cost
Pairing: Albert Wesker x Cannibal GN!Reader
Summary: Wesker finally hears back from you and Ada and instructs you both on how to escape the city before the bomb drops.
Warnings: dead body, blood, and injured Ada.
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The clock is ticking…
Wesker impatiently tapped his finger on the edge of the armrest. He was anxiously waiting for Ms. Wong to show up and was nervous not knowing where you were or if you were even safe. It had been many hours since the death of his contact, since the last time he had spoken with Ms. Wong. Wesker couldn’t help but wonder if maybe the efforts to retrieve the G-virus would be in vain and that it would be lost forever after the U.S. missile hit the town.
Not only would he lose the G-virus, but the chances of losing you or having lost you already were high and that thought continued to nag at him as he waited, continuing to berate him as he attempted to keep any irrational thoughts at bay, trying to keep it from tearing him apart inside.
He couldn’t help but wonder if this was how you felt when you found the lab in disarray, if this was how you felt before you found him.
Wesker hated feeling like this. He preferred to know the outcomes before they even came, to have everything detailed out so there would be no room for errors, no room for feelings like this. But with you involved - that absolutism had been destroyed, your choices driven by your rage had interfered with the plan. Now all he was left with was silence, the weight of hope and despair hanging heavily on his shoulder and clouding his mind.
All he wanted was to have you safe in his arms again. He craved it, the feeling of your body against his, to hear the sound of your heart beating, the sound of your voice, the sweet aroma that followed you.
The feeling of your teeth against his skin.
He let out a frustrated sigh, the damn nervous tension rising up within him again.
Fucking hell.
Soon some of his worries were dispelled by the sight of Ms. Wong made her way into the view of the screen. She looked battered, her injuries were bandaged for the most part, while her red dress was torn in multiple places.
But there was no sign of you.
He watched as she scanned the room, looking down at the dead body of Jerry on the floor in front of her. She made no sudden movement, no physical change to her emotions or the physical shock of it. She just looked at him, expecting to see it based off of their previous conversation.
“As I said, he chose death.”
Shave gave a slight nod and turned her attention to Wesker. She removed a vial she had hidden from her dress and placed it down in front of the screen, allowing Wesker to get a good look at it.
“It’s a tissue fragment with Birkin.” She explained, “One that’s infected with the mutated G-virus.”
“Well, despite your setbacks with that rookie cop, you have proven your value to us.” He commented, “I assume you never found your companion?”
Before Ada could speak, she turned and raised her gun up at the oncoming sound behind her. Wesker watched the scene play out, feeling the relief wash over him as you came into view. He was happy to see you alive, but he noticed the blood on your face that covered your stolen suit. You must have fought through hell to get back here.
He also noticed the look on your face when you saw at Ada’s wounds, the dilation in your pupils as the smell of her blood along with the dead contact hit your nose.
“Operative.” He spoke up, quickly grabbing your attention. “Grab your bag, there’s something in there for you.”
You hesitated for a moment, but did as you were instructed, making your way over to the other side of the room. You threw the duffle on the bed and rummaged through it, finding an IV bag full of blood. You looked up at the screen at him and he simply nodded, the two of you knowing that it was his own in there and it should hopefully hold you over until you made it out of town.
You bit into the bag and began to drink it down, letting out a deep sigh in delight at the taste.
Wesker leaned forward in his chair and spoke up, addressing both of you now.
“There’s two things you should know. One, Raccoon City will soon be eradicated by a government launched missile. Two, an Umbrella helicopter will be making its way out. If you are not on it, there will be no way to leave Raccoon City before it implodes.”
He turned his attention to the keypad on his right, putting in a code. A small metal briefcase opened up in the room that you and Ada were in, providing a tool that would be useful to at least one of you.
It was a grappling gun.
“It’s in our best interest that you survive. The new G-virus sample is required. Everything hangs on the two of you now.”
Before either of you were able to get a word in, Wesker turned off the call and stood up from his chair. He said everything he needed to, did all that he could from his position. Now it was just time to wait and see just how well you two would get along and get out.
He just hoped his blood was enough to hold you over. He just hoped it would be enough to give you strength to get out of the city and back to him.
Chapter Five: fuK u lol
Chapter Seven: Disaster
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Naruto and Obito's Dynamic
I've been giving this a lot of thought and people often take it so lightly or even shit all over Naruto when he told that cunt Black Zetsu that Obito's nothing but awesome to him...
And there is a reason why that Naruto respects Obito so much despite everything that happened.
That's because Naruto would have done the exact same thing if he was the one who snapped and turned evil.
Naruto realized that he had absolutely NO place to judge him, when he knew that if things had just taken the wrong turn, he'd be just as evil. The best thing about Naruto is his maturity and self-awareness at his age because of everything he went through. His best power is empathy.
How, you may ask? Well... taking a look at Naruto's past... wasn't he always lonely and isolated by the villagers for a fate that he had no control over?
If Naruto did not see any good in the world, he'd make sure that every person would taste the despair and solitude he felt all those years by taking away their loved ones too; just to show them what it felt like to treat him this way, and just to see them crumble and be consumed by the fear of solitude and loneliness.
Yet it was in Naruto's favor that he found his people; when Obito unfortunately had no one to support his views other than Rin.
In what way did Rin support his views, you might ask?
Obito was ALWAYS against the system of the shinobi world. He basically rolls the opposite direction - he was never a "sheep" to their rules. Prioritize the mission? No. Save your comrades first. Strike a war for power? No. Enough sacrificing child soldiers and strive for peace. Enough blood spilling, enough living in a world where it only takes, and takes, and TAKES.
And Rin also shared the same feelings too; we just needed to read between the lines to see that. She wanted to stop wars, she wanted to stop seeing people die for the sake of political powers, she wanted people to live happily, and she too, wanted peace. It's something that really tightened her bond with Obito even more, and that's why she wanted to support the struggling Uchiha because he wasn't all talk to her - she always saw how he was working so hard against his own imperfections to become a Hokage who would work so hard to bring peace and eradicate the injustice of the system; and she wanted to see her best friend reach all those goals because she truly, truly, saw his potential.
As for Kakashi, even though deep down, he was doubtful and struggling with the rules of the shinobi system, went with the flow because of the trauma he suffered from Sakumo's death. It changed him 180 degrees and he cannot be blamed for it. His father was everything to him and children often mimic their heroes, and his father was his true hero until the tragedy happened. Kakashi was left to fend for himself, and when someone tried to throw at his face how the rules are flawed, Kakashi only remained in denial and just scoffed and shut it down because he didn't want to hear any of it.
Obito was the only one who woke him up and showed him that being a sheep to the injustice only brings tragedy, and that it needed to be stopped - starting by prioritizing your comrades. The best thing is that Obito didn't give a single flying f-ck about what the villagers would say as long as he stood by what was right; and it took a brutal event to make Kakashi see that his own father was right all along.
Obito had no one except Team Minato.
But imagine feeling let down by your own teacher? A person who he always looked up to and was lucky enough to be his student? He could have saved her. He could have saved the team. He could have done something - but in Obito's eyes, he was just as bad as everyone. Just as bad as the system. Then watching the person you entrusted a promise to keep the one and only person who means the world to you safe - only to see that promise broken in the most brutal way because of the goddamned system that forced Rin to be a Jinchuuriki (only for Kirigakure's desire to destroy Konoha), and forced her to take her life for the sake of Konoha. The war never stopped. Blood spilling didn't stop... and it also took the person he loved so much.
The despair made his sanity snap like a twig and darkness consumed him. Madara's manipulation was not helping either - because Madara saw the world the same way too, and it only made Obito feel like Madara was the only one walking with the truth and with the solution to fix everything that everyone failed to do.
And Naruto was able to see through all of that, bit by bit. Obito tends to manipulate people by using their weaknesses and darkness against them like a true devil, in order to lure them to his own dark path, but he could NOT do that to Naruto because Naruto was pulled away from that path by the right people.
At the same time, Naruto couldn't judge Obito for being the way he was, but Naruto also knew that if Obito had the right people around him, then things would be different in the best way possible. He would've been the shinobi world's protector, rather than destroyer; and when Obito redeemed himself, that's all Naruto could see: Not the Obito that snapped, not the Obito that walked the earth in darkness and evil - he only saw the Obito that would have been the true protector of the world.
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rank your top 3 buddie moments from s6.
everything about the lightening strike. everything. eddie's face falling and him being frozen in that moment when he finally sees buck's body...eddie running up the ladder when he'd just been thrown from it mere moments ago, when he easily could've met the same fate buck had if lightening chose to strike again (and something about the will silently looming over it all, something about the whole premise of the will being to ensure that christopher will have at least one of them in case of the worst thing happening, and something about eddie still putting his life on the line to bring buck home because despite the will and planning for the worst, all he wanted was to just do it together with buck), eddie crying out for him over and over again even as buck continues to show no signs of life, even as his body continues to hang limply from his line and its all that's left behind....eddie trying to pull buck up by his line, closer to him - an action that is so detached from logic and reason because it's buck (and something about how buck was such an integral part in him reckoning with his ptsd and allowing himself to feel the full weight of everything he'd been repressing for years in the first place, and how it comes full circle to this moment where he feels the fear and despair of everything so fully and where he can't completely compartmentalize like he used to be able to)
buck coming to eddie's house and immediately feeling safe enough to finally be able to rest....safe enough to confide to eddie that he doesn't know if he's okay - and just how big that vulnerability and safety is, in this space he's in where he can't quite trust that he's made it completely out the other side, where he has to run through a checklist every time he wakes up to reassure himself he's not still trapped in his dream, where he was dead and then so close to death and so vulnerable, and the threat of his own mortality feels like a cloud that accompanies him at every moment. but he sleeps on eddie's couch and sits in his kitchen as eddie packs christopher's lunch and he's not okay but he doesn't have to be, here
the cemetery scene! the LAYERS. eddie almost (but not quite) seeking reassurance from buck that maybe marie got it wrong, that maybe everyone doesn't die alone, but being met instead with buck talking about natalia and his excitement to maybe explore something more with her....the look of hurt on eddie's face as buck talks about how much natalia sees him...eddie maybe feeling sad for himself but also for buck, who he sees making the same mistakes and hurting himself in the same ways in his attempts to heal....eddie going on to still reaffirm to buck that he doesn't have to be anything for anyone.... buck looking so intently at eddie as he tries to make sense of his death and as he talks about how it has to mean something......yeah. absolute insanity from start to finish
honorable mentions: “alright, cowboy," the look buck gives eddie when he talks about not wanting to pick the wrong couch again, buck waking up in his coma dream and feeling so confused but knowing that eddie had had his back, and buck and eddie immediately working to con whoever they can with buck's newfound math skills
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The Astronaut, single by Jin
Note: It’s been a long time and here I am, still stuck in ‘The Astronaut’. Gonna share some personal opinion on this and I swear, I’ll shut up.
Rating - 10/10
“A life, a sparkle in your eyes,
Heaven coming through,
And I love you.”
Where do I even start? I feel like no matter how much I rant, my love for this song can never be expressed in words. The lyrics, the music and the mv, all of these have their own charms. I just absolutely love it.
Let’s start with its lyrics. I love the references of the cosmos used in this song. If Jin was an asteroid drifting all alone, Army was his heaven, a safe place. When Jin is in darkness, Army shines upon him like the Milky way. “You became my universe” is enough to prove how Jin dedicates his life for us and how we have become everything for him. We all know from the previous solo works of Jin that he is someone who constantly doubts himself and it is the love of the Army that brings him back from despair.
Isn’t it amazing how Jin, and all the BTS members in general, show how grateful they are to us? I am also grateful to them for making us feel loved. This song directly touches the heart. It is, in fact, the best kind of love letter one can ever wish for. It is a song that feels too personal. I feel like it was meant for me, as an individual. That’s one of the best achievements of this masterpiece.
The music video is so cute. Jin, representing an alien crashing on earth, who apparently doesn’t have any emotions. The little girl of his neighborhood plays with him often and he unconsciously grows empathy within himself. On the day his spaceship is finally leaving to go back to space, Jin realizes that it is the earth that is his true home and comes back.
Here are a lot of indications. For a start, the little girl represents Armys. If Jin was someone without dreams, the Armys made him want to dream. Just like the little girl helped him with the development of emotions. Again, though unconsciously, when the alien Jin decided to leave for good, he left his helmet with the girl so that she doesn’t hurt herself riding the bike alone without him around. As our Jin was leaving to join the military, he had left his precious song and along with it, a lot of content for the Armys to enjoy in his absence. Even the morse code for ARMY was literally tattooed on his neck in the mv. Just like the alien Jin realizing that the girl was his true home and coming back to her at the end, our Jin also promises us his coming back after serving his time in the military. Hence, I love the music video so much and I keep coming back to it time after time.
I will forever be grateful to Coldplay for accepting Jin’s request and making this song a reality. They are the sweetest souls ever. It shows how a real artist can recognize and appreciate another great artist. I love the bond between Jin and them, especially with Chris. It makes me immensely proud how far Jin has come. While he considered Coldplay as his idol in his youth, he is now collaborating with them side by side. Both of their styles of music are evident in this track. As if two beautiful melodies came together to become a better version of themselves.
I can’t talk about the Astronaut without bringing up the concert in Argentina. Here’s another reason for me to be grateful to Coldplay. They really understood the significance of this song for the Armys as a goodbye gift from Jin and that’s why they decided to have him at their personal concert. I could see the admiration in their eyes when Jin was performing. I also enjoyed the part where Chris opened his arms for Jin to run and embrace him while he sweetly kissed him on the cheek. This interaction was everything. When, both Chris and Jin were singing together to my favorite part and they couldn’t help but laugh in between, we could see Jin’s sparkling eyes so clearly. It shows how overwhelmed he was with emotion. I won’t lie about crying to that part myself.
Finally, the “I love you” part deserves its own paragraph. Would you think that it wasn’t intentional of Jin to finish his last live performance for the Armys by saying that he loves us? I think not. Jin is a genius and an absolute sweetheart for that. The reactions of the Armys at the concert was genuine. They looked so happy and sad at the same time. And I love you too, my Jinnie.
I am fully absorbed in this piece of art. It has become a part of me and I am totally obsessed with it now. I thank you, Jin, for making me feel this way. This work of yours is going to live in my heart rent free for the rest of my life.
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