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justroaminground · 11 months

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little secret (Dean Winchester x Vampire!Reader)

summary: you escape purgatory with dean and end up as his dirty little secret. basically you only eat of off animals, but need human blood one day. dean gives himself all to you.

warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, oral, dirty talk, vampire things

Enjoy! If there are any requests feel free to leave them. Sorry for mistakes i am sure you get the point. ;) xx

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mud. dirt. horrible creatures and awful conditions.

welcome to purgatory.

you were sneaking trough the dark landscapes of purgatory, when this one particular smell awakened your senses: human.

you scanned the surroundings and first of all made sure what surrounded you. nothing unusual you weren't able to kill. therefore you cautiously made your way further to the human. well at least what smelt like human.

you managed to see a figure from a distance. dark hair, leather jacket, tall figure and he fought like crazy with some vampires. you simply watched it go down, when you noticed the man being in serious issues.

you couldn't just watch him getting killed, since he could be useful. giving up your coverage you ran directly to the scene and with one swing you cut the creatures head off. right away you backed away from the man and looked at him. he quickly got back on his feet and was ready to fight you.

"what is a human doing down here?" you asked him calmly.

"why did you do that?"

"well i asked first pretty boy." you smirked and relaxed as you noticed he wasn't really a danger right now.

"what are you?"

"i don't like all the questions you have.." your eyes wandered from his head to toes and back up. "here's the plan. i show you the exit of this uncreative landscape god made and in return you'll take me with you."

"what the hell are you talking about?!" dean looked at you in pure disbelief.

"look there is no time to talk this out in detail, but to show you, you can trust me" you started off and put all your weapons to the ground right next to you. "i'll help you and in return you'll help me"

dean stopped in his tracks and you were able to see his muscles relax just a bit. he looked at all the weapons you carried with you and checkt the surroundings. "why?"

"you as a human aren't desired down here. therefore our beloved savior created a portal for humans to leave. i will show you the portal and you will take me with you" you explained roughly while putting all the weapons back in their place.

it took a minute for him to take in what you just said and he nodded. "well there is nothing i have to lose anymore. so let's do this." he came up to you. "dean" he introduced himself to you.

"y/n" you shook his hand and smirked. "oh and i'm a vampire." you added and let go of his hand. you turned your back to him and the two of you started the journey.

it took dean and you almost one whole year to get to the portal. without being able to really influence it, you two grew together. not just in a friends way, but more or less romantically, but since both of you knew this wouldn't have a future you both didn't take it too serious. you had eachothers back and even though you were the stronger on, in some situations dean saved your ass. tomorrow it would be the day, you two would leave and right now you sat there leaning on a tree and next to you dean.

"you know y/n, we have to talk about some rules if i take you with me" dean broke the silence and looked at you.

"enlighten me" you quietly gave back and kept your gaze straight ahead.

"you're a vampire. down here we are friends you could say, but up there i am the hunter and you are a monster." dean explained and his fingers touched your chin, turning your head towards him. "i want you to stay undercover okey? i don't wanna be the one turning your lights off, shoving your ass back down here." he continued.

"i will." you nodded. "i gotta be honest with you though. there will be the time where i will be needing fresh blood. from time to time i just need some fresh human blood dean. i can live of off animals for quiet a while but..-"

"call me and we will find a way." dean cut you off and nodded. you took his hand into yours and squeezed it gently.

"rest and i will take care." you spoke and took your weapon into your hand.

while the night passed pretty quick, dean didn't really sleep for long and the two of you made it through the night unnoticed. you talked about everything and had a few laughs. even though you were at the most horrible place, dean made it bearable. as the daylight started breaking in, dean got up and helped you getting up.

"oh and one thing y/n. do me a favor and keep your distance from me up there. we will have a thing to keep in touch, i will show you everything up there, but you need to stay away. if my brother finds out about you, you're faster down here, than you can blink.." he said.

"sounds like a plan, i guess. too bad we have to keep a distance i started liking you.." you teasingly smirked at him and started to walk off.

dean followed you with his eyes, laughing to himself while shaking his head in disbelief how you were still able to have humor after all this years you had to survive on your own down here.

"you coming?!" you yelled over your shoulder and pointed to a cliff.

dean quickly followed you and both of you walked a few hours until the portal started to open up.

"it is really there.." you whispered amazed and pointed to the protal.

"wait you weren't sure?!" dean looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

"no time for explanations pretty boy! let's do this!" you told him.

"needy as always" dean smirked at you and pulled his sleeve up. he took the knife and carefully cut along his underarm. dean looked at you and started off the spell. a sharp pain passed through your body and you screamed in pain.

"are you okey y/n!?" dean looked at you worried and kneeled down to you. taking one hand of yours into his ans squeezed it tightly.

"y-you need to go on!" you rushed him and squeezed his hand tight. he continued the spell and the pain got even stronger, pushing you over the edge you lost your consciousness. falling lifeless to the ground.

terrified dean looked at your body and shook you. "y/n, c'mon you can't leave me hanging! you need to wake up, we need to go!" hopeless he tried waking you up, when all of a sudden your body started cramping. a bright orange light made it's way from your tummy, upwards to your chest and even further upwards until it left through your mouth, crawling under deans skin.

his face contorts painfully, bitting hard down onto his teeth as his wound finally closed up. dean went through the portal like planned and as soon as he got back to earth he started to set everything up for your arrival.

he searched for your grave and dug you up. he prepared everything he needed for the spell and started the ritual to bring you back into your body. within a few minutes everything went down and as he cut his arm open again, your soul, left his body and your body revived.

dean helped you getting out of your grave and you looked down at you. no wounds, no scars just a healthy body, soft skin and you felt like you were in the best shape you ever were.

"wow.." you breathed out and smiled at him. "we did it!" excitingly you hugged him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"yeah we did it." he said with a sad and heavy voice.

your grip around him loosened and you looked up at his face. "hey, you aren't happy?"

"of course! it's just you know what that means right now. i can no longer be around you." he said and it was visible how much this fact weighed on him.

"we are setting the rules dean." you reminded him and your hands stroke from his neck to his chest.

"i don't want to risk it. if my brother finds you-"

"he will kill me." you finished his sentence. " i get that dean, but why would he find me? i won't be hurting humans." you explained and tried to convince him. "you always have a choice dean.." you whispered and smiled.

he looked at you and you were able to tell he wasn't sure what to say. his eyes locked with yours he moved slowly closer and put one hand onto your cheek. gently stroking it with his thumb. his look softened and he put one curl of yours behind your ear.

"i can't." he found his voice and spoke up. "c'mon i need to set you up." he turned his back on you and started to walk away. you followed him and the two of you hitch hicked to the motel he set everything up.

in the motelroom 2 bags were on the bed and he made you sit down next to them. he started of by explaining how the world right now works and how to stay undercover. he has gotten you a whole lot of fake credit cards, a phone and a laptop. carefully he went through every detail with you and even handed you a notebook, in wich everything he just told you, he wrote down.

"i saved my number into the phone. call me when you're in need." dean handed you the phone and you took it.

quiet overwhelmed right now you got up and walked over to him. "dean, there are no words i can thank you for this.." you started of and he smiled at you.

"no need to do so. you saved my ass in purgatory" he gave back and took you in a long, warming hug again.

"i will meet my brother now about three hours from here." he whispered against your hair and you pulled him even closer.

"so this is the goodbye?" you already knew the answer to that and loosened your grip around him.

he nodded and carefully took your face into his hands. your hands rested on his underarms and tears formed in your eyes. "i don't want to.." you whispered.

without answering, he got even closer and kissed your lips. your hands stroke upwards to his biceps and held onto him. moving your lips softly against his you soaked up every feeling running through your veins. feeling him this close for the last time, not knowing when you will see him again.

with a heavy heart he pulled away and his face was full of hurt. "stay clean.." he said with a sad smile on his lips and gave you one last kiss on your forehead. he turned away and made his way out of the apartment.

so this was the start of a new chapter? you stood there alone and pulled yourself together. going through everything dean just explained to you again, making sure you were safe with the do's and don'ts. feeling your body getting more focused and sensible you knew your thirst started to kick in. going for the first hunt in centuries it felt like a reward.

deep in the woods you found your first animal victim, satisfying your thirst. a few deers fell victims to you and your cruelty. after feeling the intensity and high the blood gave you, you sat there in the middle of nowhere and enjoyed being back on track.

the days and weeks passed and you spent the time training, eating and observing your old nest. getting stronger day by day, the goal of getting your long awaited revenge came nearer. of course you didn't just came back, because you wanted to be back on earth. definitely not! you came back to kill the ones, betraying you back then. you and your nest were the first vampires to walk the paths god created on earth. unfortunately power and wealth blinded your nest and since you were the strongest one they were convinced they had to get ride of you and killed you in a horrific way.

you achieved a lot the past few weeks, but no matter how hard you trained or how much blood you drank something was missing. drinking animal blood satisfies your thirst, but it just keeps you from killing people. reaching the ultimate power you have, you need human blood.

you had to get it no matter how. of course you played with the thought of just killing someone, but it was just too dangerous and you were not ready to risk it all.

you pulled out your phone and opened your messages.

*i need you* - you

*very bad timing* - dean

*it's an emergency*- you

*where are you?*- dean

*vermont / burlington* - you

*give me 2 hours* - dean

"perfect.." you whispered and gave him the exact address.

almost on point, a knock on the door made itself noticeable and dean was here.

"wow! that's what i call loyal!" you teased and were extremely happy to see him.

"what did you do? you are looking very good y/n!" dean complimented you and closed the door behind him.

you laughed and walked over to him. "let's just say i am getting ready for revenge?" you smirked and hugged him.

he wrapped his arms tightly around you. after he let go of you, you stood up on your tiptoes, holding onto his jacket while placing a kiss on his lips. "very pleased to see you again.." you whispered.

dean surprisingly kissed you back and smirked like an idiot to himself. you made your way to the fridge and handed him a beer.

"thank's" he said and opened it up. "so to be honest it doesn't seem like you're in trouble?" his gaze went through the motel and you nodded approvingly.

"i mean i am not dying, but i have kind of a problem." you sat across the table from him and looked at him. "i have been getting ready for..you know the revenge i have planned, but there ist just one thing missing." you started of and bit your lower lip.

"..and that is?" he asked and his face went from happy to suspicious real quick.

"i need human blood. you see i can't reach my full potential if..you know i can't get what my body usually lives off." your voice got shaky and nervously you played with your fingers. inspecting every movement he made.

dean seemed very calm and took a sip of his beer. he leaned back against the chair, one hand resting on the table with the beer and the other hand resting on his thigh. "you know this contradicts against all of my beliefs?" his voice seemed colder than before.

"i know!" you quickly gave back and got up. "you see, i didn't do it, because we had a promise! But i don't have any other choice dean.." you explained and looked at him.

"how much do you need?"

"well if i am allowed to kill someone, two people would have to die. if i have to, you know be careful one person would be enough, but i'd have to make someone my personal slave, because a one time thing just won't do it. who would do that voluntarily?" you spoke your thoughts out loud and sighed.

"i'll do it as long as you can control yourself." he interrupted you.

"what?!"

"yes. that's a one time thing. you're getting your revenge and that's it." he looked at you dead serious.

"i am able to control myself." you confirmed to him and stepped closer. "do you trust me?" you questioned and softly took his hand into yours.

"what a question is that?" dean gave back and pulled you closer. you were standing between his legs and bent down to give him another quick kiss on the lips.

"you might want to lay down." you whispered against his lips and pulled him onto his legs. guiding him to the bed, he sat down and undressed his jacket.

"let's make this fun.." you smirked and sat on his lap.

"i'd be disappointed if not." dean teased you and his hands immediately grabbed your ass.

you crashed your lips onto his and kissed him longing. pressing your chest against his body you could feel his lips forming a cheeky smirk on your lips. his hands started roaming around your body, touching every inch of you soft skin. his fingers found their way massaging your breasts. a unexpected moan slipped from your lips and you bit softly down onto his lower lip.

your fingers started to unbutton his flannel, exposing his muscular chest. you pulled softly out of the kiss and let your eyes wander along his upper body while pushing the flannel off his shoulders. your mouth started to watering and your eyes changed, from urge forming deep down in your system to get his blood.

he watched you closely and threw the flannel to the ground. seeing your eyes change made him clench his jaw, and his hands undressed your shirt. your shirt was followed by your bra and he turned the both of you over. leaving wet kisses along your neck.

"you're making me feel thing's i haven't felt in a long time dean.." you whispered softly and your hands stroke along his sides.

"it shouldn't feel so good though.." he answered almost reproachful in a very raspy voice and bit softly down on your nipple.

you moaned in surprise and your body arched against his. your gaze fell onto him again and simply seeing him "attacking" you like that made you very weak and wet at the same time. your senses got sharpened and you felt your thirst getting stronger.

"this being our filthy secret makes it even hotter. imagining what your brother would do turns me on to be honest.." you whispered a teasingly squeaky laugh left your throat.

he looked at you through agitated eyes. "i doubt that you dirty little thing"

you put your hands on his cheeks and pulled him up to you. kissing him rougher this time and you turned the both of you over, so you were on top of him. while swirling your tongue around dean's you moved your hips against his. his hands rested on your sides and pushed you against his boner. "you need to stop me if..just if.. you know.." you whispered against his lips and started to unbutton his jeans.

"i am sure i can handle you." he husked out and raised his hips so you were able to undress his jeans and boxers. his rock hard cock made itself visible and you swallowed hard.

"what a shame you left me waiting for this!" you teasingly blurred out in excitement and threw your hair on one side. leaving a kiss on his tip, spitting on it you started to stroke along his shaft with your hand. holding the eye contact.

"good thing's always need their time" he gave back and had one hand in your hair. his other one rested behind his head and he bit his lower lip. looking at you with slutty eyes he enjoyed every minute what you did to him.

you wrapped your lips around his cock and started to move your head. being so hungry for more you started of slow, getting used to him but ended up deep throated him. his hand grabbed your hair roughly and he threw his head back. his abs flexed and his mouth fell open. pure and loud moans left his lips and you couldn't help but started to rub yourself by the sight he gave you.

"move that damn hand!" dean ordered, looking at you through lustful eyes.

you being the naughty thing you are. you stopped blowing him off and sat back. spreading your legs over his and gave him a full on display, how you played with yourself.

"you're driving me crazy dean.." you moaned out and rubbed your clit with your fingers. "being already so wet for your cock.." you continued and gave him the filthiest look. he sat up and looked at you almost in shock. he froze in his position and watched you play with yourself, while stroking his cock himself.

"kinky little whore.." he grabbed your arms and pulled you onto his lap. his cock pressed against your tummy and a whimper left your lips.

"please dean" you pleaded out and your breath got very heavy.

"c'mon let me care for that wet mess you are.." he ordered and lifted you slightly, placing himself at your entrance. he held you on your hips and pushed you down onto his length all at once.

you cried out at the feeling of him filling you up and clawed into his shoulders.

"fuck me dean" you moaned out and wiggled your hips needy on top of him.

he turned both of you over, without pulling out. he pulled his cock completely out of you, only to rub himself against your pussy and thrust hard back into you. repeating this a few times you got so turned on, a wave of heat came over you. your skin started to prickle and pearls of sweat started to form on his chest. his thrust got faster and with every thrust his pelvis stroke your clit pushing you to the edge.

"just like that" spreading your legs a bit more you clawed into his biceps and pulled him down to kiss him once more.

dean moaned against your lips and moved just the right way and hit your sensitive spot. he rested his forehead against yours and both of you were looking down to where he fucked right into you.

"you're doing so good, taking me all in an moaning like the little whore you are" he praised you, slapping your tight which sent a stinging pain through your body only to gently stroking it away. he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"ohhh fuck dean!" you purred out and felt your high approach.

"will you cum for me pretty angel?" he teasingly spoke against your neck an sucked softly onto it leaving a hickey.

you held tightly onto him and pressed your pussy against his pelvis. with sloppy thrust you released yourself all over his cock. your body felt numb for a moment feeling the orgasm rushing through your system. he pushed himself hard into you one last time and with that you knew he just hit his high.

your turned the both of you again over, so you were on top. you didn't lost him inside you and started to ride his orgasm out. being full of all this adrenaline you bent down to him and held your hips still. his hands rested on your hips he was breathing heavy, trying to catch his breath after this very intense orgasm you gave him.

kissing his neck you felt your fangs come out and heard his heart beating fast. licking over the spot you're about to bite you softly sucked on it first.

"you're delicious i can tell.." you breathed softly against his skin.

opening your mouth to finally sink your fangs into his skin. his body tensed and he clawed his fingers into your skin.

"fucking vampire" dean hissed and a hurtful noice left his throat.

his sweet taste highlighted you're just reached high and you let your fangs sink in just a little bit deeper. the blood rushed into your mouth and it felt like every cell of your body soaked each drop up. your warm breath hit against his neck and you rested your hand on his chest constantly feeling his heartbeat.

after satisfying you first thirst for humans you pulled away and cleaned your mouth with your hand. the effect human blood had on vampires was intense. your skin glowed right away more pinkish, warm and healthy instead of pale and cold. your senses were even sharper than usual and you felt stronger.

"i won't start liking that last part.." dean said and his gaze was dizzy. he rubbed his hands over his face and you got up.

"wait i have something to help you" you said while getting him a snicker and a coke to help stabilize his circulation.

"thank's" he provided himself with the essentials. after a bit of time he sat up and started to get dressed.

you threw a negligee over your body and sat next to him. "are you okey?" you checked up on hime once again and gave him a soft smile.

"yeah no worries.." he confirmed and nodded.

"good."

"how many times will we have to do that?" he wondered.

"it depends, i already feel very good." you explained and looked down at your arms and hands. "but i'd say at least 2-3 times." you added.

his phone got off and you took it from the nightstand.

"who is it?" he asked while putting on his flannel.

"it says sam" you told him and handed him the phone.

"oh fuck" he murmured and picked it up. "i am on my way sam! i'll explain that to you later let me get back for gods sake!"

"the voice on the other side sounded pretty pissed.." you said while watching him getting ready to go.

"that's my brother." he simply said and shrugged his shoulders.

"what will you tell him?" you asked insecure and walked over to him.

"anything but the truth?" he said while laughing.

"oh no way!" you rolled your eyes and laughed.

"no worries he won't find out." he said and kissed your lips one last time.

"drive safe and i'll see you in two days?" you said while watching him leave.

while he strolled to the impala he gave you a thumbs up and winked at you. you bit your lower lip and closed the door.

"gosh this man.." you murmured to yourself and shook your head.

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call-me-double-trouble · 3 months

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DT's backstory: Excerpt from first chapter

--I want to preface this by saying that I don't know if I'll actually end up writing this, even though I said I would. I used to love writing, but it's become harder and harder to do so, and it hasn't felt fun like it used to in awhile. I haven't been happy with anything from the first chapter except this opening scene, so I don't know when the rest will come out if it even will at all. If it never does, I apologize for making a promise I couldn't keep.

With that out of the way, please do tell me if you want me to continue it. One of the things holding me back from writing more on this blog is that I felt no one would actually enjoy it, so there would be no reason to go to the effort of writing at all.

Okay! Enough talk. Onto the scene!--

They woke with a start, gasping for breath. It was that dream again. The contents of their room came to them one at a time—the tall ceiling, the plush bed with pastel sheets, the crystals, and the waterfall customary in all Bright Moon rooms. Right, that’s where they were. Double Trouble was staying at Bright Moon so Glimmer could “keep an eye on them” and make sure they actually did the community service they’d been sentenced to for their crimes. They hadn’t complained, as they were getting a free room out of it, and a luxurious one at that.

But sometimes that big room felt lonely. Hollow. Suffocating. Too open, too vulnerable. There were no tight walls to keep them safe, just stale air and enough space for at least twenty assailants. After sleeping in any concealed nook and cranny in the Crimson Waste for so long, getting used to sleeping without one eye open proved to be a harder task than they’d anticipated. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for that dream.

No, a nightmare is what it was. A nightmare they just couldn’t shake, lingering like a bad habit. Anytime they thought they were safe, hadn’t had it in awhile, it’d crop up again. It always started the same. They came to in a hallway filled with murals and artwork, but it twisted and warped each time they looked directly at the walls, unable to identify a single thing portrayed in them as if they’d seen it all before and couldn’t for the life of them remember it. A horrible, crackling sound piercing their ears as a green light blinded them. A scent they’d never forget—the smell of burning flesh—hit them in waves and made them gag. It encompassed them in a feeling like none they’d ever felt, of the most intense fear and sorrow their hardened heart was capable of, the first wound they’d ever felt.

Then they’d run. They had two paths. They could leave this place, leave its awful scent behind, or delve deeper to the door engulfed in flames. They never seemed to have a choice, for no matter how hard they willed themselves to run and never turn back, they’d often wind up at that door. Somehow, they knew it led to a nursery. The flames climbed the emerald door and devoured it, choking them with its filthy smoke. Against their better judgement, they’d try to force it open and receive a scorching in the process, unable to get the door to budge. They’d always known there were children trapped inside, fighting to breathe and watching in terror as the fire crept ever closer to their tender flesh. But this was the first night Double Trouble heard their screams. It rang in their ears as they’d woken up, and they coughed as if still choking on smoke before they realized where they were.

Their heart ached with loss, but for what, they didn’t know. The screaming echoed in their mind, and they shuddered. Double Trouble wasn’t the vulnerable type, not by a long shot. But, if no one was there to see it, were they really being vulnerable at all? Only one thing could put them to sleep now, and so long as it was their little secret, what was the harm in indulging?

They leaned over their bed, peering underneath it for the tell-tale glint of gold. Spying the chest, they pulled it out and shapeshifted their claw into the shape of a key. A true key didn’t exist to ensure Double Trouble was the only one who could open it.

They didn’t have many belongings. Growing up in the Crimson Waste did that to you. Anything you had could be stolen, and if you couldn’t take it with you, it wasn’t yours for long. But against all odds, they’d managed to keep the thing in the chest for the twenty-two years they’d been alive. Perhaps it was because it was so worthless to anyone else, so ugly and unassuming that no one would even want to take it. But to Double Trouble, it was their first possession, a symbol of a time they could never recall, of the brief moment they hadn’t been an orphan. Their baby blanket.

Once a tender lavender, soft and plush as a duckling’s down, now stained ruddy brown with dirt and sand, coarse with age, riddled with holes and unraveling at some of the rougher edges. They loved it all the same. Pressing their face against it, taking in the familiar smell and feeling its texture, it put their mind at ease as they started to drift off into a more peaceful sleep. They ran their fingers over the embroidered letters, done with gold thread that lacked its luster now. They traced the “D,” then the “u,” following the cursive lines to the end of the name their mother gave them. A name they dared not share with anyone else. “Duality.”

#double trouble #spop double trouble #she ra double trouble #spop #spop fanfic #double trouble backstory #my writing #mine

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slumber--parties · 1 year

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There's something strange about the development of the relationship among Louis, Claudia and Lestat that has struck me since episode 4 and I couldn't really articulate it.

Bear with me this is a bit long.

The inciting incident that sets the stage for Claudia's more contentious relationship with Lestat is Charlie's death. You can see there was tension and Louis was the favourite even before that, but we never see Lestat be this cruel with her up until that point. And it seems a bit out of nowhere in retrospect. Not that he isn't capable of it, because of course he is. But it got me wondering what got him there. Why the hell was he that damn angry?

There could be many answers of course. Maybe they wanted to portray that he just doesn't care about her and that he is projecting his traumas on her by "teaching" her this "lesson". But, imo, that seems a bit inconsistent with his behaviour before and after. Moreover the way he acts in the scene where Claudia brings Charlie's body home is almost - I don't know how to pinpoint it exactly, but almost exasperated. Like he has been stewing on this particular issue for a bit and biting his tongue about it. Even the glance he shoots to Louis over Claudia's head, really reads strongly as a pretty pissed "I told you so". It just doesn't look like a sudden burst of anger to me.

And it got me thinking that, from what we know: 1) Louis was somewhat aware about Charlie (he knew about the flowers and he must have been suspicious about Claudia shutting him out of her mind for the first time over them); 2) I can't for the life of me believe that Louis and Lestat, having known that Claudia was involved with a human, wouldn't be worried about it.

Maybe (almost definitely) I'm reading too much into this, but I think that Louis and Lestat knew about Charlie. They fought about what to do. Lestat probably advocated for some strong action, at the very least to forbid Claudia to see him again. Louis agreed it was dangerous, but he already felt guilty enough robbing Claudia of her life, he probably wanted her to feel a degree of normalcy. I can see this being an ugly fight. And I can see this being the beginning of the famous bursting of the illusion of happiness, with Lestat being confronted with the reality that he was not Louis priority anymore. But I think Lestat relented, because the danger if Claudia did kill Charlie was not that much in the end and it would do well to her and Louis to learn to listen to him more in the future. And then what happened happened.

I know this is a reach and there's no proof about this. Probably never will be. But the point is that - even if Lestat can be horrible and cruel to the people he loves - he rarely is outside the framework of his own fucked-up triggers. Him being extremely pissed out of indignation and petty exasperation and wanting to reassert his power and also make Claudia pay for the strife she caused between him and Louis just rings more true to me than him going off the rails at random. It's not like when Claudia was dropping bodies left and right, what she did with Charlie was not that dangerous for their safety in New Orleans. Reread in this light, the whole scene just feels more organic to me, less disjointed. Otherwise I always feel like I am missing a bit, like there are gaps.

All of this is of course not to excuse Lestat - I just think this is yet again Louis not showing us part of the narrative to justify himself. In loving Claudia despite her unnatural existence. And in allowing Claudia's hate for Lestat to run unchecked when - once again - he was maybe more of an active participant in her misery than he let on. And Lestat was maybe - once again - the unwilling accomplice that got the burnt of it all because his reactions are so all-around awful that he just makes it very easy.

#this show is giving me brainworms #with this unreliable narrator shit #I am going to have to rewatch every scene 30 times from 30 different point of views #interview with the vampire #iwtv #iwtv spoilers

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eric-the-bmo · 2 months

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The Neighborhood Watch s2ep4: Running With The Wolves

[Summary: Song reviews some memories and gets a rush, while Markus and John decide to do some investigating- with horrible consequences.] Aka, Louis's player had to leave early, and all hell broke loose /pos @gr3y-heron

(heads up, there's some implied domestic violence in this one)

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Louis and Lestat are lead into a room by Mr Grant (ig he was there with them in the elevator?), one that's very clearly an interrogation room. Upon sitting down Mr. Grant presents them with extremely detailed files about both of them; their lives, their crimes- they even have a note that Lestat is a vampire. There's a picture of Louis outside his house. It looks recent.

Mr. Grant gives his full name- Cary Grant- and there's a bit about how yes, he's named after the old-time movie star, his mother was a huge fan. He, however, doesn't like movies (he's so serious too, does this man not know how to have fun?). Anyway, he just wants to make sure that Loius and Lestat, two criminals, genuinely have no ulterior motives to dating the rich daughter of the casino's head of security. They assure him it's not that at all, and are let go.

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Meanwhile, Song is on the 3rd floor with a woman who claims to be her mother.

The third floor is a large office, with extravagant furniture and fine decor; a desk nameplate reads "Melody O'Sullivan," though Song is still suspicious. Melody apologizes for sating; she hasn't seen Song since she was a baby. Song is still suspicious, and Melody agrees that's reasonable, seeing as Song's father destroyed all record of her existence, in both traditional and non-traditional. Melody asks how old Song is now, and Song comments that if Melody were her mother she would know that; the woman apologizes again, saying that time has lost a lot of meaning for her. She wants to be a part of her daughter's life, as that choice for her was taken by force from someone she loved long ago- by Song's father.

["He can be quite... overprotective." Melody sits down in the chair across from her daughter. Song doesn't follow suit. "...And why," she asks, "Would he have reason to be protective of me with regards to you?"]

Melody asks Song where she thinks her inclination to magic comes from? She wanted to raise Song with the knowledge of their shared power, but Greyson didn't take kindly to that idea, viewing it as dangerous, and cut contact with her.

Song says this is difficult to believe- Melody says she'd understand if Song wants nothing to do with her, but please hear her out. She then gets an idea on how to prove what she's saying- it only requires a bit of trust. The mage goes on to say she'll allow Song to look into her mind- her memories- however it is a two-way street; She'd be able to see some of Song's memories as well.

Song agrees.

["I have nothing to hide, and an awful lot of questions."]

Melody blows out some smoke from her cigarette, and our Hex enters her mind.

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Melody looks no different than how she does now in terms of age- meeting Greyson, going on dates, getting married, holding a small child- arguing, Melody crying- a scene of her on the floor holding her arm with Greyson looking over her- Melody walking away from a house as a beam of purple light surrounds it, hiding it from her eyes.

(Song wants to probe deeper, but knows that would allow Melody to do the same to her. She does it anyway, focusing in on the fight.)

It's a jittery memory, but she hears Greyson yelling that "she's far too young to start this," and Melody claims if they "don't get this under control now, she's only going to hurt herself." Greyson continues to yell, and the memory fades as a child starts crying- it goes to Melody on the ground with her clearly broken arm, and Greyson with clenched fists.

["Get the fuck out of my house. I don't want to see you around her ever again, do you understand?"]

Greyson turns to a bookshelf, flipping through the books until he finds the one he's looking for, and the memory ends.

(Song goes further.)

A new scene- Song as a toddler with brown hair, playing with her mother who has a bag of random objects. It's almost like a placement game, with a tiny Song putting the objects around herself in a circle. Before the last object is placed, Melody kisses Song on the forehead- her eyes glow, as does the circle. Greyson enters the room and drops whatever he was holding as he rushes to pick up his daughter, whose hair is now stark-white, disrupting the object circle.

There's the beginning of an argument as the memory fades out.

Song goes further one last time, getting flickers of memories of Melody all over the world in different parts of time- The woman was an archeologist at some point, leading expeditions into jungles and such. She looks the same as she is now, but the outfits are far before this one (1920-30s?).

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The mind share ends; Melody's cigarette has burned out.

["Who are you?" "...If you're wondering what I am- I'm human, just like you. I learned a long time ago that time and death are more... suggestion than anything."]

Song tells her mother to bring Greyson to the office- upon hearing that it would be a bad idea, she points out that Greyson works for her, and then is corrected that he works for Mr Grant, the manager. Not Melody; She's the owner. She ignores Song saying that she can't possibly expect Greyson to never find out she's here, and says she took a gamble with this casino as a possible chance to reconnect with her daughter. If Greyson finds out, they'd never be able to meet again- she invites Song to meet her later tonight, perhaps.

She also claims she wants to give Song a gift. Song lets Melody sit next to her, and the mage lets out a deep sigh, letting out some sort of red mist. The mist gets into Song's nose and mouth, and there's this feeling of pure energy- a beating as newly-tapped magic goes through her veins. Her eyes begin to faintly glow. (Game Note: Song can no longer fail (nor fully succeed) any Magic checks until she falls asleep. She also does not have to sleep for the next 24 hours.)

Melody says she's been wanting to do that for her for her entire life- Song asks if she's able to do this herself. Melody responds that she can, eventually, if she has the right kind of teacher, and hands her a business card with a phone number on the back; when Song runs her finger over the numbers, they change to Melody's real number before shifting back. Song's mother asks if she'll talk to her again ["I will see you again, won't I?"], and Song replies she'll stay in touch.

Song gets back to her boyfriends, and Lestat gives her a look; with telepathy, he says they need to talk later. But for now, the trio plays some cards, and their luck seems to be exceptionally well...

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The loud noise of a car starting up wakes up both Markus and John- Markus peeks out their window to see Sammy getting into his car and driving off. Then Markus sees the Sampaths, sans their daughter, and the couple ignores them when they wave hello. There's other people getting out of their houses. John, who's been watching all this with a furrowed brow, does a quick look-back to make sure Shelby's asleep; Normally she's alseep at this time, so he throws on a shirt and meets Markus (who had sent out a bug scout to follow the cars) at the sidewalk. Markus, through the bug they had sent, sees the cars aren't going down the road into the main part of town, but rather to the casino....

John and Markus begin to run, as neither of them can drive, and despite John's superhuman speed he's running a bit slower so that Markus can keep up. Markus says it's fine, takes off their hoodie to reveal huge moth wings, and soars over the cars. John reminds himself that Markus is human, and starts to run at his normal pace. The two of them are about as fast as the cars now, and quickly make it to the casino.

Watching from a distance, the duo can see that everyone from town is entering through a side entrance of the casino. Markus quickly breaks away from John, entering the line and taking on the similar blank-faced expression as everyone else. John has a moment of "what in the world are you- Oh," and mimics this. There's a lot of people they recognize in this line: The firefighters from earlier, the coffee shop girl, the librarian, and two people we haven't met yet (a large man with a tank top who runs the diner, and a tall pale man with stringy black hair- he's the mortician). Inside the building a man in glasses is handing the townspeople staff jackets (custodial outfits?), which they then put on.

The people are beelining to the elevators, where a man is checking off a list and grouping them off into groups of four. Markus and John observe the faces of the others; it's almost like they're sleepwalking.

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Meanwhile, Song is still on the second floor of the casino. There's no windows or clocks so she has no idea how long they've been there, but eventually she notices that she and her partners are part of the last group on the floor. The final guy in the group who isn't part of the polycule eventually leaves, and the sense of being alone is starting to weird her out. Song notices that there's no security at all on the second floor- odd, since a lot of them were posted earlier.

She heads over to the balcony (which is like a one-way mirror kind of thing) and sees a line of blank-faced custodians heading to the elevator- and within the line she spots the firefighters, Sammy, and John and Markus. She sends out a telepathic message to the two of them-

["What the FUCK are you doing?!?!"]

It's a jarring message- Markus is fine (they're quoting lines from The Mummy in their head, btw), but John's never had telepathy used on him before- he clamps his hands over his head and growls. Unfortunately, this draws the guards' attention to him, and they're approaching quick. They look tough, which makes sense given they're probably part of the mafia; they've got guns.

[Another message: "John, get the fuck out of there!"]

The nearest exits are the way they came through (the side door), and the front doors. There's guards at both doors, as well as more people on the side and a few casino-goers still near the front- and then there's the unguarded elevator. John bolts for the elevator (he uses his What Could Go Wrong? ability)- the guards are drawing for their guns now, but Song casts a spell to freeze people through the water of the fire sprinklers so that he can get there safely; unfortunately, Markus gets caught in the blast. John races into the cage of the elevator and presses the first button he can think of, and as the doors are closing and he sticks his arm out so that Markus, now unfrozen, can have enough time to escape with him- but the guards are able to move now, too, and Markus gets tackled to the floor. They give John a look that pretty much says "go without me," because if he tries to help he'll get captured too, and John gets separated from them.

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The elevator doors to the second floor open, and John, visibly panicked, runs out to meet Song (meanwhile, Lestat has been trying his best to convince Louis to not do anything impulsively stupid).

A message from Markus, to Song: ["Don't follow me yet, I'll tell you where they take me. I'll tell you what I see- we need more information."] They tell her that the casino's got their neighbors, and that they're not acting right. Song tells them to be safe. She relays the message, and asks what they should do next.

Lestat agrees they should do something to help, and this is when John finally notices the southern monster- and if you recall, the last time he had interacted with this man was discovering he was a vampire, and chatting with Louis over how to possibly kill him. John tenses up, because he's a territorial thing, and demands to know what the hell Lestat's doing here, weren't they going to get rid of him— but Song gets in between them, staring him down.

["Leave it alone, John," she commands, her eyes still glowing as she enunciates each word. "Back. Down."]

John hesitates- Lestat speaks up and informs him the other monster that wants to be better, he has no quarrel with him- he's going to therapy, and genuinely wants to improve. John pauses again, sensing a bit of kinship there, and finally backs down. His gaze is still fixed on the vampire, albeit not as aggressive. They can deal with this later.

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Meanwhile, Markus gets restrained, and dragged into the now-open elevator by the guards. They notice they're being taken to one of the basement floors, specifically B1— they try to alert Song where they're being taken to via the telepathy connection, but all Song can hear is their message dissolving into static.

Markus makes a dry comment about how there's three guards for such a small person (and are the guards really that afraid of them?). Then they get shown a file— it's one for them, and one of the file notes just says "BUGS" in big letters.

It also has their real surname on it. Markus bristles when they see that (The file has other things, too- their birth country, their address, etc). Markus tries to threaten the guards, saying that they have about 30 seconds, and if they haven't been told what the people are doing at the casino by then, something bad will happen. The guards ignore them counting down, though, and toss them into an interrogation room. The door locks. It's like the one Lestat and Louis were in earlier; very plain, with a chair and table.

There's a glass of water sitting on the table.

The intercom in the corner crackles to life and tells them to just drink the water and then it'll all be fine, they can be let out; but Markus doesn't trust like that, and sends an ant out to get out of the room. It doesn't work, and they end up throwing the glass at the intercom, demanding how they can get out of here. The voice responds the only way out was to drink the water, but now that that's gone-

Markus slams into the door with their shoulder. They're going to get out of here. While the voice on the other end of the intercom tells them to calm down, they continue to insult it and barrel their body into the door.

They manage to break in down, but they don't get far- they race out of the hallway and see four guards, and only have enough time left to have the thought of "Oh. I've been shot by darts" before they collapse.

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Meanwhile, the doors to the elevator open, and Mr Grant, Song's dad, and a group of security guards all rush in.

"You there," they say, pointing to John. "You're under arrest."

Notes/Commentary:

MAN OH MAN. WHAT A SESSION, HUH?

Never once did I think Louis and Lestat would be taken in not for the fact they're supernatural, but bc they're criminals.

WHY DO THEY HAVE FILES ON US HELLO?

Cary Grant name drop -> that's Percy's face claim -> this is a Blood and Silicon reference. To me /silly

Melody,,, :-(

"Life and death are more suggestion than anything" GIRL ARE YOU A MAGE? WHAT (she's so cool though, i love her)

Sorry i took the chance to have John be shirtless and I took it-

There was a moment where I considered having John turn into a wolf but alas,, I'll have him turn into a freaky creature eventually

MOTHMAN

"Cryptid siblings! We're all cryptids now!" DM: "As if you all weren't cryptids to begin with"

Hey yall. what the hell are yall doing in the casino. are the drones getting paid for this /hj

Markus's player, rolling to stay calm from the sudden telepathy jumpscare: Wow, I'm on fire today! Me, rolling bad: I think you've stolen my luck

I genuinely considered using a Luck point for failing the telepathy composure roll, but I also really wanted to see how bad it could get lmao

"I mean, if John gets shot at I can add more scars to his character design-"

JOHHNNN U SHOULD'VE GRABBED MARKUS AND RAN

Song considered teleportation but that is so risky. She's never done that before and ough. it can be gruesome.

At one point the DM commented "What's a monster game without a monsterfucker?" in regards to Louis, and Yeah

SONG TELLING JOHN TO STAND DOWN LIKE HE WAS A DOG. OH MY GOD IM SO NORMAL

That whole scene was so good to me. John was ready to fight but also ready to back down solely because Song told him to and he holds her in extremely high regard. Seeing a part of himself in Lestat. Oh my god. "Was it a command or a leash?" He's so dog-coded /pos

I want John and Lestat to enter a hesitant friendship. theyre both monsters who want to be better. uwaghhghg ;-;

MARKUS IS SO INSANE I LOVE THEM. I was genuinely in Awe the whole time during the water glass scene

Song's player is So Suspicious of Shelby it's wild. They're saying there's no way Shelby hasn't noticed something's up, no way she's that naive. She's hiding something.

Also hey DM? Why did u imply the possibility that Shelby wasn't in her room? Fear,,,,

DONT ARREST MY SON HE HAS A DATE LATER—

Also did you know that it's uh. It's probably Super Bad if he actually does get arrested? John doesn't have any form of ID or papers confirming his legal existence in America, and he's not really from anywhere else? What are they gonna do? ;-;

Also can you imagine being Shelby. And going to the casino and having fun, and then u find out ur roommate has a date and u cry about it. And then u maybe are gonna wake up the next morning and find out he's gone to jail /hj

Listening back on the recording was so fun, we had a lot of silly little bits (joking that The Mummy existed in-canon, the idea that Song's head voice was different than her actual voice and how thats a psychic damage attack, etc)

Anyway. We're in for a wild ride next session, im sure. Oh my god

#eric finally speaks #the neighborhood watch #the neighborhood watch recap #motw campaign #john doe

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sharkpupsblog · 1 year

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😈 Brand New Person ‼️ PART (6/6) How could you let us down?

A Dark Riders and Dark Rider! Aideen! GN! Reader fanfic!

Woooo!!!! Last part omg!!!! This part is LONG . Took me so long to write it bcs I kept changing it and restarting it and then i got sick 😭 and while I was editing to finally post my eyes started acting up and it just took . A really long time 😭💔💔💔 so happy I’m finally able to post!!! 😭❤️ ty everyone for ur patience u guys r so sweet I appreciate it sm! This fic has some medical stuff mentioned in it and i am . Not a doctor . So i apologize if any stuff is wrong 😭😭😭 Can’t believe I’m finally done with this fic 😭💔 I loved writing for it sm! The fight scene and run away scene were def my faves to write! Anyways enjoy!!! :D

Summary: You wake up in a hospital room and Anne comes to see you.

Warnings: mentions of medical equipment like n33dles and bl00d bag, mentions of bl00d and talks of bl00d loss, mentions of d34th, thoughts of being m4uled by a shark, and mentions of a hospital and talks of being in one and foul language.

“Got any fish yet?” Mayor Klaus smiled at a fisherman who sat at the edge of the bridge leading to Goldenleaf stables. The mayor was walking around the village enjoying the nice day and while he walked he checked in on the villagers. The fisherman looked to Klaus giving the mayor a frown and a shake of his head “sadly nothing yet mayor.” The man looked back at where his lure bobbed in the water “hopefully the waves will guide them to me!” The mayor watched as the lure slowly drifted back to the fisherman due to the waves pushing it to him. The waves were calm near the village, but were strong at the Dark Core oil rig. The mayor hoped that the people on the rig were alright. It must be awful to be hit by such strong waves. While the mayor wondered how the people on the rig were doing, the fisherman watched a shadow slowly rise to the surface. “What is that?” The fisherman got up getting ready to reel in what he hoped was a big catch. Klaus looked to the shadow in the water watching it get bigger and bigger as it slowly rose to the surface. The mayor thought it was a shark. The shadow was definitely big enough to look like it belonged to a shark. Fort Pinta had a shark there, maybe it swam over to the fishing village? The man hummed “I think the shadow may belong to a shark.” The man told the other his guess on whom the shadow may belong to. “It explains why there are no fish today” he looked to the fisherman who was now reeling in his line not wanting it to be ruined by the shark. “I’ll go alert everyone of the shark in the water if anyone comes near the water warn them!” The mayor turned, and started jogging back to the heart of the town to make his announcement, but was stopped by the fisherman shouting for help. “Help!” The fisherman yelled “help me!” Klaus was terrified to look back. The mayor was thinking that the shark had grabbed the poor fisher. As horrible as the sight would be the mayor had to help, so he turned getting ready to see a gruesome sight as he did. The man wasn’t met with a shark mauling a fisherman. Instead he was met with lots of people gathered together trying to get something out of the water. The villagers all worked together to pull something out of the water, and the mayor’s jaw dropped as he saw a person be laid on the bridge. Then a horse was being guided onto land. Some poor rider must have fallen in the water. The man thought the person on the bridge was dead, but they started to cough and squirm around. Klaus quickly burst into action as he realized he needed to get the village doctor and vet. The man changed his jog to a full run, and he ran all the way to the doctor and the vet.

Bright lights stung your closed eyes as you started to wake up. It took your eyes a few seconds to decide when was a good time to open. When you opened your eyes you deeply regretted it. Bright white lights hit your eyes hard making you wince, and cover your face with your hands. You sat up slowly doing your best to sit without the help of your hands. Your body hurt and you felt dizzy. Something was pricking your right arm, you wanted to check what it was, but your eyes still needed a moment to recover. Once you felt ready you removed your hands from your eyes. You squinted as you looked around the floor of the room. The floor was completely white and clean. So clean it reflected the lights on the ceiling. Your bed, the floor, and the contents of said floor were a great help for you to figure out where you were. You were in a hospital room laying down on a hospital bed covered by blue blankets, hooked up to a monitor that was beeping loudly and enjoying eye torturing lights. You survived… What about your horse? Were they okay? You had to find them, you had to get out, and look for your most loyal friend. You were about to get up, but your curiosity stopped you. The pain in your arm made you look to it, and you saw what was hurting you. It was a needle hooked up to a blood bag that hung from a pole. You hummed wondering if it was safe to take the needle out of your skin. You knew you lost a lot of blood during your run from Katja. You definitely needed the blood in that bag to live. Was it safe to take the needle out? You probably already got a lot of blood in you right? You weren’t too sure taking the needle out was safe so you decided to take the pole with the blood bag with you. You removed the blankets on you which made your body shiver instantly. You were wearing a hospital gown you wondered where your clothes were, but that didn’t really matter right now. You sat on the edge of the hospital bed slowly moving as pain hit your body. Your body was begging for five more minutes in bed, but your brain and heart were saying ‘find your horse.’ You could always rest later, right now you needed to look for your horse. You put your feet down on the ground shivering again as the cold of the floor traveled from your legs to your whole body. The monitor in the room showed a flat line, and let out a loud sound as you unhooked all the stuff reading your vitals. You managed to stand up, taking a shaky step forward and away from the bed. You had to be quick, the monitor was definitely going to alert the doctors and nurses of the hospital, and you didn’t want them to put you back in bed. Your legs were shaky, you felt like a newborn foal just learning to walk. The pole the blood bag hung from became something to hold onto. It was very helpful and you were glad it was in the room with you.

With the help of the pole you took more shaky steps. You needed to get out of the room quickly. As you walked to the door you thought of places to look for your horse. Where were you anyways? You needed to find out where you were first, and find a change of clothes too. You grabbed onto the handle of the door slowly turning it so it wouldn’t make any noise. Once the door was open you very slowly moved it. You didn’t want the door to creak, but you realized it didn’t matter anyways. The monitor was already making noise. You huffed, and quickly opened the door getting scared as you saw someone standing on the other side. You were looking at their shoes. You covered your mouth trying to think of excuses to why you were out of bed. Once you came up with a good one you quickly looked up. Your hand fell from your mouth, and you frowned “Anne?” The woman looked shocked she thought the beeping came from you dying. To see you alive was a huge shock. She stammered as she tried to think of something to say to you. Her hand was held out, she was about to open the door, but you did it first. Without thinking you took her hand pulling her to you, and you hugged her. You didn’t know if she would react to the hug well. Would she hate you? You did scratch the fuck out of her face a day ago. Wait how long had it been? Hopefully a day? Your thoughts on how long you must have been out for were interrupted by Anne moving. The woman hugged you back bringing you as close as she could to her. You started sobbing unable to control your emotions after she returned the hug. “I’m so sorry” you sobbed shaking your head. You were apologizing to her for how you clawed her face, fought her, and betrayed her. Anne did not say anything, she just held you. The woman cared for you, but could she forgive you? Could she really say she forgave you, and move on from the shit you did? Anne was angry, she was really angry with you, but she was still here. Because she cared, and because she had something important to tell you. She couldn’t bring herself to lie and say she wasn’t angry and that she would forgive you. Instead she said nothing, she just stood at the door holding you close to her as you cried.

You were found by a fisherman in Goldenhills” Anne sat by your bedside holding your hand. “He saw a figure in the water him and the mayor thought it was a shark” she was telling the story as she saw it in the papers. She saw it two days ago you had been out for three. “As soon as he was about to leave, your horse came out of the water” your horse was fine thankfully, and waited for you in Goldenhills. You really owed them they saved your life. Your poor horse deserved the world and more for their insane loyalty. “Then the fisherman saw you on their back, and he gathered a group to pull you out” Anne frowned. “The doctor at the village stabilized you, and then you were transferred here” you were in a hospital in the city. You had been to the city plenty of times so you knew your way around it. Once you left the hospital you were going straight for Goldenhills. Now you were caught up on everything. Anne cleared her throat, and you looked at her seeing how glossy her eyes had gotten. “Anne?” You frowned squeezing her hand “what’s wrong?” You worried for her. The leader had to tell you why she was here. Why it was only her and no one else. She told you everything you needed to know, and now it was time to move on onto something else. She had been stalling for long enough, and now it was time to rip the band aid off. The woman decided there was no reason to take this slow. She needed to tell you what she had, and she needed to tell you now. “Fripp sent me” she said to you letting go of your hand. You looked at your now lonely hand wondering why she let you go. “I waited for you to wake up so I could tell you that-“ her words became a lump in her throat. “That-“ telling you what Fripp had sent her here for was easier said than done. She looked down at her lap, her head hanging low, and she gathered strength for what she had to tell you. “After all the things that happened and all the things you did” you watched as Anne messed with the fabric of her shirt. “Fripp and the druids decided that the best thing to do about you is-“ Anne looked up at you. She had to look at you while she broke the news to you. No more looking down, and messing with her shirt, she had to look right at you so you could understand that what she was about to say was serious. Her looking at you made you nervous really, really nervous… What was she going to say?

“They decided the best thing to do is exile you” Anne felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. For her the worst part was over but for you? It was just beginning. You shook your head not believing what Anne was saying. You laughed nervously “exile?” You really couldn’t believe it “Anne I-“ you laughed again “please let me talk to Fripp if I can explain that this is all just a big misunderst-.” Anne huffed “there is no talking to Fripp” she narrowed her eyes “what’s been decided has been decided.” She looked away from you “you betrayed us…” Anne was deeply hurt and she stood with Fripp in fact all of the Soul Riders stood with him on his decision. If you betrayed everyone over a lie so quickly what said you wouldn’t do it again? Anne and the others lost all trust for you.“He’s allowing me to stay with you until you leave the hospital” the air in the room became cold. You felt like crying, and you couldn’t hold back tears anymore as Anne said “I’m not here as a friend just as a Soul Rider making sure things are done.” She had to be cold to you now she needed you to know that there was no changing Fripp’s word. No matter how much you begged, or tried to prove you were still her friend Anne was not going to fight to change the verdict. She still cared for you not as much as she did before everything, but she still cared. At least enough to be at the hospital with you. Even though she still cared a bit she knew she needed to be cold to let you know shit was serious. She got her point across to you by saying she wasn’t your friend anymore, and by suddenly becoming cold towards you. You covered your mouth, you were horrified. Death was awful, but being alive and completely alone was worse. Fripp was smart, he knew this. He gave you the worst possible punishment. Death would have been so much better than being exiled. Everyone you knew was a druid, or worked with them in some way, and surely they would all know of your betrayal. Surely once you got out of the hospital everyone would turn you away. What were you going to do now? Where were you going to go? Exile was the worst punishment ever given by Fripp. The leader knew how horrible this punishment was. He saw it with Evergray he saw how well it worked. He wanted you to suffer for your betrayal… And suffer you would.

TYSM FOR READING!!!! :D also i realized a lot of my angst fics have good endings 😔 I am tired of being good 😈😈😈 So i make evil ending 😈😈😈 anyways ty for reading and to those who followed posting of the fic since the first chapter tysm for ur patience! ❤️❤️❤️

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ranaitsan · 11 months

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I had to call him sensei! - chp 1

I was in my school feeling sleepy again in a history and geography class, and while I was fighting my sleep and trying not to be noticed by teacher, I fell asleep and lay on the table…

I dreamed of small, intermittent and strange dreams, until I settled on a cold and damp scene. I was sleeping on a wet floor full of mud, in torn and worn clothes, exposing my legs and shoulders. I was dirty and cold, and as I was shivering from the cold I began to discover the place around me, it looked like a backyard alley, it was a little dark and dirty and it was a dead end. It's a scary place to start a dream with these worn out clothes and this horrible feeling of freezing….

I was looking for an exit among the labyrinths of that alley, taking my caution until I finally found the exit. It was luminous and emanating many sounds, as if it was an exit to a market or a main street. And my intuition was right, it was a big street full of people and shops, but what is this!!! People's clothes are strange, it looks like it's from medieval Europe, is this a festival or something, I don't know it's part of the dream let's just enjoy it… It was also the shops are old fashioned and elegant and people come in and out and laughter fills The place, what a dream I think it is from shaping my imagination of the world of antiquity and fairy tales. While I was walking around and enjoying the sights, sounds and chariots, I even forgot about the cold… Reality came to remind me, cold winds blew to freeze my limbs, so a woman pushed me and shouted: Thief!!! thief! Save me she was trying to rob me!

What is this woman talking about! When did I even look at you! And also you pushed me and stomped on my bare feet, you hateful one! Before

I realize there were men in uniform and whistling approaching us, I guess it's the police… that fast? Also, people started to crowd around us, what is wrong with this situation, when everyone is looking at me!? What are these looks!? Do they despise me!? Also, did the woman speak French? Soon the police approached us and started yelling at me in French: Stop, you criminal? How dare you!?

How dare you call me like that!? It is true that I am a lazy student, but I can understand most of your words!? Oh my eyes! A dream from the Middle Ages and my situation is awful, no clothes, it is freezing cold and also silly people claiming nobility because they only speak French, what is wrong with this dream!? Yet I don't want to be caught by these silly cops, I ran through the crowd with the police following me until I noticed something strange when I passed a shop, what's wrong with the reflection in the windows of this shop? Is this me!? Long, dirty, tangled hair, worn and torn clothes exposed, skinny and bare legs, skinny hands as if they were about to break and cracked… Also, I don't see my face!!! But the police did not give me a chance to meditate more, but I have a suspicion that my face is not what it used to be, is it because of my miserable condition!

I kept running through the alleys until the police got lost, how persistent they pursued me even though I did nothing, and at last I came back to the alleys where I woke up, my first and last refuge… But however cold and scary this place was, I kept going even in these alleys Until another light appeared and with it a familiar smell like the smell of the ocean, it was a river, it was the Seine!! What brought him here! Hey, is that the Eiffel Tower! This is Paris!!! What a wonderful dream, and what a strange one, I am a lonely vagrant, the police chased me, the people here are arrogant and arrogant, they speak French, and here I am in Paris, what awaits me more..!? And while I was contemplating the view of the Eiffel Tower from afar, I saw a small puddle of water on the sidewalk, I took a look at it to see what my face looked like, and I was shocked by what I saw, a pale and emaciated face and cracked lips, and also … and also .. this is not even my face!! ! My eyes are not green or tend to be so! Also, my hair is not red! This is not my face!!! That's not even my body!!

I woke up in a body that is not mine… Well, let's enjoy this dream before I wake up. It is impossible for me to accept this miserable situation even if it was a dream, and since it is a dream, everything is possible.

And while I was contemplating the situation, one of them violently grabbed my shoulder and threw me on the ground, yelling in French (by the way, all the people I will remember will speak French): You b***ch, what do you think you are doing by showing your face in public like that before us, people like you make me feel sick!

He was accompanied by someone else, two teenage boys in ordinary clothes, neither neat nor worn out, they had contemptuous expressions on their faces, they were enjoying seeing me in that miserable condition…

I said: Excuse me, who are you?

What are you talking about, b***ch!? Have you forgotten your position! People like you should not be on earth, you should be content to serve those above you…

I said: Yes, yes, and all that. I guess you don't even know my name, and that I haven't done anything to deserve this enmity, but you only vent your anger on me because you two are spoilers and have no respectable social standing among commoners…

What are you saying…!!!

And before he could complete his sentence, I threw mud at them both in their faces and attacked them using the jujutsu moves that I learned in the club (Thank you coach, you saved me, for the first time I benefit from what I studied in school and what I learned in the club, even if it was a dream. By the way this is The body is fast, despite the hunger and cold that feeds on my body…). So I threw them on the ground and provided the fine service he asked for, and I also borrowed clothes from them so that I could warm up a little and rest from the anesthesia of the cold. It did not end there, this is my dream and I will not allow anyone to control me and get away with it. I ordered them to bring me some food and to show me a warm place to rest temporarily while I organize my thoughts and plan the next step…

#august ruthven #lord ruthven #the book of vanitas #the case study of vanitas #les memoires de vanitas #memoir of vanitas #noe archiviste #vanitas no carte #vanitas x jeanne #vanitas x reader #vanitas x noé #vanitas anime #vanitas icons #the case of vanitas #vanitas no shuki #vanoe

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kaesaaurelia · 6 months

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cut off from god

For @whumptober day 26, using the prompt “You look awful,” and the lyric prompt, "Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself."

Continued from Day 5, wherein Aziraphale returns to Earth, has a big fight with some archangels, and is horribly injured, Day 8, wherein one of Aziraphale’s angelic allies while Crowley scrambles to save Aziraphale, and they all manage to get away, Day 15, wherein Aziraphale reveals that he’s stolen the Book of Life, and Crowley reveals that one of Aziraphale’s wounds means he’s probably going to Fall, Day 16, wherein Crowley makes peace with a former demonic coworker, treats Aziraphale’s wounds a bit more, and they enjoy each other’s company knowing they might not have much time together, and Day 23, wherein the former Archangel Michael shows up at the bookshop, clearly Falling, and tensions arise between the various celestial beings gathered at the bookshop over what should actually be done with her.

Content warning for bug-related body horror in one scene and some brief but explicit sexual stuff at the end, with some implied food-related kink, which is detailed a bit more in the tags if that's a sensitive issue.

Crowley hurried back up the stairs and to the bedroom. He didn't turn the light on, at first because he knew he could see in the dark just fine. When he went to have a look at Aziraphale, though, he saw the gash just below the bandage was glowing slightly, and he didn't like that at all, nor did he like the rash that seemed to be taking hold around the wound. "Aziraphale," he said softly, "ssorry to wake you up, but --"

He reached out and touched Aziraphale's shoulder, but drew it back immediately. The angel was hot to the touch. "Aziraphale?"

Aziraphale's eyes opened wearily. "Crowley? Is everything all right?"

"No, the other angels are --" No. Fuck them. "Are you all right?"

"I feel awful," said Aziraphale, sitting up. "Stronger than I was, but -- I don't know. Dizzy, and not quite here. Taking up the wrong amount of space. I don't trust my miracles at all like this, could you -- would it be too much to ask... summon up an outfit for me? Something comfortable," he added.

Crowley supposed he meant real clothes; he snapped his fingers and a tidy pile of clothes appeared next to him on the bed. "At least you aren't turning into a giant bug yet," said Crowley, trying for lighthearted and failing.

"What?" Aziraphale asked, startled. He began to get himself dressed, wincing every time he had to bend too much.

"Nothing," said Crowley. "Look, I can help you with --"

"Nothing?" Aziraphale pressed.

"Well." Crowley didn't meet his eye. "Apparently that's what's happening to Michael."

"What? How do you know that?" Aziraphale asked.

"I really can help you get dressed," Crowley pointed out.

"I'd rather do this myself," said Aziraphale. "Got out of the habit of wearing real clothes in Heaven." He stood and despite his objections to Crowley's help, Crowley did hurry to be there if he should lose his footing as he stepped into his trousers. "What's this about Michael?"

"Apparently Vehuel caught her sneaking around outside. She's already tried to get Vehuel to sell us all out in return for... something, and the other Principalities are angry at her because she doesn't want to kill Michael. And Nisroc is --"

"Nisroc? Nisroc is alive?"

Oh. Right. "And has been this whole time, yeah," said Crowley. "And is here. And is really irritating, and has an elaborate revenge scenario --"

"I can imagine they have!" said Aziraphale, sounding startlingly sympathetic to this. "I had wondered if Vehuel helped them faked their death, but then she was just so convincingly upset."

"Yeah," said Crowley, "she was convincingly upset because she was actually pretty upset about Nisroc generally. I, er, didn't tell you because you're a rubbish liar."

"I am," Aziraphale admitted. "It was probably for the best." He fumbled a bit with the buttons on his shirt, and Crowley took over for him just because he could.

He could still feel incredible heat coming off of Aziraphale even through several layers of clothing, but he didn't know how to ask that without making it sound either very worrying or like a come-on, and now was not the time for either. "Also I let Nisroc borrow your kitchen to make pastries," he said.

Aziraphale's eyes lit up. "Really?" His appetite hadn't changed, at least. "I am a bit peckish, now you mention it."

"Yeah. She almost kind of apologized for trying to eat me?" said Crowley. "So I thought, might as well." Aziraphale was tying his bowtie now, carefully, as if he was afraid he'd forgot how to do it, and Crowley resisted the strong urge to take his hands away from the bowtie and just kiss him. Crowley had always treasured those moments when he'd seen Aziraphale not quite put together; there was just something so intimate about it that went beyond having seen Aziraphale naked. But he resisted.

"Do you mind terribly if I hang onto you?" Aziraphale asked.

Crowley didn't mind. Aziraphale could hang onto him forever as far as he was concerned. "Nah, go ahead," he said, and Aziraphale took his arm, as if he was an elegant lady Crowley was leading across a dance floor.

When they emerged into the light, Crowley saw that the skin rash thing had actually made its way up Aziraphale's neck, and it looked an awful lot more like scales. That was reassuring; Crowley was on much firmer footing (so to speak) with scales.

"What?" Aziraphale asked.

"You've got, er..." Crowley put his hand to his neck.

When Aziraphale mirrored him, he grimaced. "Oh dear. Is this -- are these scales?"

Crowley felt something nasty twist in his gut at the horror in Aziraphale's expression. "What's wrong with scales?" he demanded. "I thought you didn't want to be a bug."

"Well, no, I only --" Aziraphale must have realized who he was talking to. "Oh, Crowley, it's not about the scales, it's about -- I just don't want to change into something else. I'm already so tired, and I just..."

Crowley tried not to take it personally, but it was difficult. "Right. Yeah." It wasn't about the scales, he told himself. Anyway, maybe this would be good. He could give Aziraphale... skincare tips? No, this line of thinking wasn't helping him. "Let'sss get you downsstairss to ssee about Michael. I assume you don't want the others to kill her." He'd taken in Gabriel, after all, and Crowley had hated that he'd done that, but he had.

But Aziraphale was silent as they made their way carefully down the spiral staircase.

"Aziraphale?" Crowley asked.

"Well. I don't know where I stand on Michael, exactly," said Aziraphale.

"What about 'oh, it's the right thing, she has nowhere else to go, even though she made a big hole in my chest that almost killed me'?" Crowley asked.

"Well, I'm fine now," said Aziraphale, "except I'm probably turning into a lizard or something. I don't really care about all that, only it's very inconvenient." Crowley was about to protest until he added, "But she did try to kill you, and I can't have that."

"Mngh." He didn't know why he'd made all that effort trying to talk himself out of Aziraphale thinks less of people who just happen to be part reptile through no fault of their own if he was going to be blindsiding Crowley a second or two later with Also he's considering murdering an archangel. Not because she almost killed him, or because he's had to endure meetings with her all this time, but because she tried to kill me. The heat of Aziraphale's hand on his arm reminded him that Aziraphale still needed Crowley to steady himself, and that, paradoxically, went a long way towards steadying Crowley, too.

Things had been tense with the other Principalities, and Aziraphale had had to get a bit more snappish than he'd wanted to, although it did help that he was turning into a lizard or something, because Tzadiqel and Vehuel were clearly caught in a cycle of suspicion and defensiveness, Barah was being extremely judgmental, and Nisroc had some irrelevant criticisms of "that retro baking twink," who she was apparently watching on her mobile, and Aziraphale simply could not be bothered to care all that much about their petty interpersonal troubles now that he knew he was probably going to develop a taste for flies.

(He was a bit curious about the retro baking twink, he had to admit. But he didn't really want to ask in front of Crowley, lest he take it the wrong way)

They did not serve flies at the Ritz and Aziraphale knew of no good wine pairings for them, but he was going to have to find a way to carry himself with dignity regardless, and he was not going to be walking anyone through their hurt feelings when there was a dangerous rogue archangel to worry about. So he thanked Muriel for reminding them that this was his shop and thanked the others for their capture of Michael, and did not ask them their opinions regarding any of the rest of it.

In the backroom, Michael sat incongruously on the couch. He'd slashed her sword diagonally across her face, and below that cut, she looked mostly like herself -- stiff and serious as if she was at a meeting -- but above the cut, her right eye had grown bulbous and segmented and bright green, and the right side of her face stuck out much too far. A lopsided set of antennae stuck out from the very top of her head, and the transformation was slowly but steadily creeping across and down her face. What looked like a mandible pushed uncomfortably out of her human-looking mouth. She glowered at Aziraphale resentfully, as if she had not brought this upon herself to some extent, and as if she was not sitting on his couch on his sufferance.

"You look terrible," he said.

"You don't seem to be doing very well yourself," said Michael as Crowley helped him sit in the armchair. (Crowley perched himself on the arm.) She smiled. "I did get you with my sword, didn't I?"

"You didn't realize?" Aziraphale asked. Because if Aziraphale hadn't realized at first, and Michael herself didn't realize, it seemed very likely that the rest of Heaven didn't know, which might be why they hadn't even tried to attack -- they thought Aziraphale was their Supreme Archangel at full power, not dizzy and growing scales.

"I don't know what you're so pleased about," Michael said. "You're being cut off from God."

"Aren't we all of us, in a way, cut off from God?" Aziraphale asked.

Michael looked from him to Crowley and back. "Well, yes, obviously, but --"

"The Metatron hasn't spoken to Her in centuries at least, I'm certain of it," Aziraphale interrupted. "So --"

"That's not what I'm talking about," said Michael, her one good eye rolling. "Of course God doesn't talk to the Metatron anymore, that's been obvious for ages. What I'm talking about is that I very much doubt you'll survive. I'll be fine, my miracles will come back on once I've got this over with, even if for some stupid reason Heaven doesn't reinstate me, I'll at least have miracles from Satan." She made a face. "But they'll reinstate me. I've put in too much work for them not to."

Crowley snorted. "You keep telling yourself that, that'll definitely help. Maybe try praying."

She ignored him. "But Satan forged his own connection to Creation with the force of his rage and hatred and pride. The sword's meant to kill a rebellious Supreme Archangel. God chose mercy at the last minute by giving Lucifer Hell, and from there he -- I don't know, tantrumed his way into generating his own power. But I doubt you'll get the same consideration from Her, and as irritating as I've always found you, you haven't got the malevolence or the strength of character to pull it off anyway."

"He hasn't got the malevolence?" said Crowley. "Sounds like you've never tried to buy a book here."

"Oh, but I think she's going to," said Aziraphale, although he couldn't be as flippant about it as Crowley clearly felt. He didn't know if she was right about the specifics of Hell, but he didn't particularly feel like forging a connection to Creation with rage and hatred and pride. There was, however, the matter of the Book of Life, which he knew Crowley wasn't going to give back even if Aziraphale died. Especially if he died, really. "Out with it, Michael; what's your proposal for me to give up on everything I believe in?"

She tsked. "You know perfectly well Heaven will reinstate me. It'd be a terrible strategic disadvantage to let me go to Hell. And so, it would behoove you to give me the --" She looked at Crowley. "The purloined item without a fight," said Michael. "And if you don't give it back, I will take it back myself, and I will not pardon you when I am Supreme Archangel."

"It's nice to have ambitions," said Aziraphale, blandly. "Is Vehuel going to steal the book for you, or did you not mention that to her because you no longer trust her to want to help you without the implied threat of total erasure of her existence looming over her?"

The part of Michael's face that wasn't already bright green went sickly green.

"The latter, then," said Aziraphale. He liked that she knew she'd well and truly burnt her bridges. "You won't be getting the book back, and neither will Heaven. For that matter, I don't think Heaven will be getting you back," he said, surprising himself with how angry he was at her. "Largely you're alive because I don't believe in inflicting the same cruelties Heaven has inflicted on its enemies, but also, in a very real way, you're alive because Heaven hasn't attacked us for now, so we can spare people to guard you. But you're going to need to give me a very good reason we shouldn't kill you, because while ideals are very nice to have, they won't save the Earth. I shall give you twenty-four hours. There's a clock over there," he said, nodding at one wall. "You can read whatever you like, but don't harm the books or anyone in the bookshop, or I will not be considering any reasons you come up with. Is that clear?"

Michael's lone mandible worked back and forth in her too-human mouth. "Yes," she said, furiously.

"Then I bid you good evening, Michael. Come on, Crowley," he said, "let's go find a nice midnight snack."

"Really?" Crowley asked, amused, as they left Michael to her own devices.

"I nearly died today," said Aziraphale. "It really does work up an appetite."

Aziraphale explained in brief to the bickering angels that he would be ready to make a decision in about a day. A few of the angels who'd been arguing for Michael's murder looked a bit relieved, and Aziraphale thought uncharitably that, while they wanted Michael not to be alive anymore, they didn't want to be involved in the deed itself.

Nisroc tried to sell him on her horror film idea, but Aziraphale changed the subject and asked if it would be all right for him to eat some of the pastries she'd made earlier. "Go wild," she said with a shrug, and Aziraphale resolved to.

Crowley was an absolute dear for helping him manage all these stairs both up and down. "Do you think I ought to have had a lift installed?" he asked Crowley.

"I think you ought to have stairs that are a bit more substantial," said Crowley, "so we could walk properly side by side on them, and not, say, stairs that are clearly meant for one person to scamper a few steps down in his little reading glasses and his little sleeping cap and shout 'We're closed!' at the front door before going back upstairs to keep reading,"

"I can't imagine who you could be accusing of such poorly thought-out interior design choices," said Aziraphale, squeezing his arm fondly.

Crowley watched fondly as Aziraphale ate his way carefully, slice by slice, through an entire chocolate cake, and with great enjoyment while Aziraphale worked his way through a tray of custard tarts, licking his fingers off and telling himself he would have just one more until they were all gone. By the time he got to the brownies, though, Crowley was a little concerned, because Aziraphale didn't seem to be enjoying this as much as he usually did. "Angel," he asked, "is everything all right?"

"What?" Aziraphale had been looking for something to cut a sort of iced lemon cake with. "Yes, everything's fine, I'm just -- where is --"

"You know you don't have to have perfect table manners on my account, right?" said Crowley.

Aziraphale looked at him as though he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. "Oh, but that's not -- I mean. It's nice, isn't it, to savor something?"

"Yeah, but you're not doing that either," said Crowley. "You're holding yourself back and looking for the next thing."

Aziraphale went a blotchy pink under the white-gold scales creeping up the side of his neck and face. Were there more of them now? Crowley didn't remember. "I. Well. Mm. I'm a bit -- I'm actually -- I think I might be hungry?"

"Well, then you probably ought to eat," said Crowley. He felt oddly guilty about saying it, but Aziraphale was turning into, if not a lizard, a Something Else, and between that and what Michael had said about Lucifer... "Look, I should probably have told you earlier... your skin is hot to the touch, and um --"

"What?" Aziraphale asked.

"It's not bad, it's just... unusual," said Crowley. "A bit startling at first. And that sword wound was glowing when I got you out of bed. And -- look, maybe you... maybe you need this?"

"What? Food?" Aziraphale looked around, and then, apparently deciding he could talk while he ate, grabbed his plate and went over to the tray of baklava, where he helped himself to several little pieces. "You mean, because of the --" He gestured at himself.

"Maybe?" Crowley swallowed, watching as Aziraphale devoured the baklava without particularly savoring it. He should probably come clean about this. "Mnh. Thing is. I. Like watching you eat? Sso. I have a bit of an ulterior motive here."

Aziraphale had been licking his fingers off, but he stopped abruptly and looked up. There it was. He'd ruined it. "What do you mean, you like watching me eat?"

"You jusst. It'ss jussst. It'ss very... you know what, never mind, I can -- I can leave you alone while you -- but you probably ought to, if you're hungry..." No, that sounded bad, that sounded like he was going to go off and masturbate furiously. Which he might, actually.

"No, no, I just wanted to know -- do you mean, er. Do you mean you don't mind that I kept forgetting to offer you a bit of the cake until it was all gone, or do you mean you like that I have what could be... very loosely defined as a hobby, or do you mean. Ah. How do I put this?"

"I mean I get off to it," Crowley blurted out, staring very hard at the designs on the napoleons and not at Aziraphale. "Have done for, um. Well. Ssince. The ox at Job's -- well not technically ssince then but -- you know -- when we weren't. Ah. Together in a room with several small lizards."

"Really," said Aziraphale. Crowley dared to look back at him, and saw that he was having another one of those baklava. "Mm." He swallowed. "How, er. How would you like it if we took some of this back to the bedroom?"

Crowley looked around at the panoply of sweets before them. "Only if you like," he said. "Er. Which things did you want?"

It was Aziraphale's turn to look dismayed. "I really am hungry, I think. And I might as well -- Nisroc said --"

"All of them?" Crowley heard himself suggest. It was a terrible suggestion. Crowley would never survive.

"Why not?" said Aziraphale. "I'll let you decide."

"You -- you really don't mind?" Crowley asked, feeling a bit lightheaded.

Aziraphale finished the last baklava on his plate, and began gathering up the crumbs methodically. "Why should I? Besides, I haven't just worked up an appetite for food," he said.

"Mph. Yeah. That'sss. Good point." With a desperate, all-encompassing swing of his arm, Crowley miracled all the sweets into Aziraphale's bedroom.

Aziraphale put the plate down, licked his fingers off very deliberately, then came around the counter, leaning on it for balance until he reached Crowley. He kissed Crowley very soundly, tasting of honey and pastry. The heat of his mouth -- of his whole body, once he put his arms around Crowley to pull him closer -- was too much at first, and then he sank into it like a bath.

Although most baths didn't grab your arse, and Aziraphale definitely did. Crowley had to actively resist the urge to push him up against the newly-cleared counter and fuck him. "Bedroom?" he suggested, pulling away very slightly.

"Yes, I think so," said Aziraphale.

They did manage to get back to the bedroom, but the door had barely shut before Aziraphale was pushing Crowley against the wall and kneeling to suck his cock, and that rather set the trend for the rest of the night.

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ep49 (3/3): lwj dismembering a man and looking so so cool diverts attention away from the true man of the hour (👀👀👀)

and he's also calling out in concern for wwx now, not just jl! man, this is great. a lot of postres meta relies on them having this horrible twisted relationship after the temple, and they ABSOLUTELY need to work on shit, but jc trusting wwx and being openly concerned for him is huge compared to their previous dynamic

they love him!!!! his uncles!!! give him open affection and physical comfort!!!

this panning up was done SO well god he is so fucking cool 😍

ik wen ning isn't in control of his body but there's something a bit delicious about him stepping on the arm of the man who helped murder his entire family

ohhh another juicy scene! jc trying to protect jl from wn, and in front of both their eyes they see 1. wwx try to stop him and 2. wn grsab a blade with his bare hands to try to stop himself. he wants so much not to hurt this boy after killing his father 🥺 I'm sure he remembered jyl giving him soup too. I'm sure he did

lwj's eyes are so pretty...dark brown forever

and here! lxc warns wwx off about using the STA, but lwj intervenes. convinces him to step back, then gives the green light to wwx. lwj trusts him, and supports him, and will back him up 🥺

and here!!! jc returning chenqing! wwx's old friend and strongest weapon. it's about trust!! wwx can do what he needs to do and his closest friends and family won't turn on him for it

pied pipering this sword over here

uh oh. get some cleansing on ya bud

it's so funny that ss accuses nhs of doing this to himself because he's literally right, but he looks like a maniac for it

this is so dramatic and romantic...WAIT THIS IS HOW THE JIANG PARENTS DIED WTF!!!!!

these scene always reminded me (tonally) of the one in iasip where liam was about to fall off the roof and ryan grabbed his wrist like "i've got you, brother" and then frank comes behind him and goes 'no you don't!' and pushes him off the roof with a piece of plywood and ryan screams 'NOOOOOO', obviously it mirrors the cluff scene very closely but the absurd tone is so different I never associated them. this though. this is a kind of pathetic guy dying and his employer using his courtesy name for the first time in like. 30 episodes. a bit silly

ooof. ough. wwx rubbing his thumb slowly over this powerful tool that saved him and cost him so much. another goodbye, to another part of his former life

I love you sooo much nhs ♥♥♥♥♥♥

NHS HORSE MOMENTS god I love saying that. what a great shot

aww jc patting jl's neck

nhs tearfully: I'm just a little guy I can't fight I'm just a little birthday boy GOD he's such a good character I love him he's so funny

oh right significant Look At wwx time

aw man this fucks

THE HALF FACE SHOTS!!!!! I go crazy every time I love then so much. they've never been used wrong in this show

oh god help that is so fucking funny. why was jgy behind them and not tied up at all anyway. also lxc immediately turning and stabbing without realizing jgy was completely motionless and no threat??? a high-level cultivator like lxc didn't even register he had no sword to parry? and why was he working with his back to jgy anyway!!! I mean ik it's all for plot and that's fine but stil. lmao

personal highlights:

all of jgy's excuses are so insane and absurd and infuriating but they contrast wwx's actions and behavior SO nicely. if there was a way to prove wwx is The Good Guy to the gathered sect leaders, this is it. not that he has many people to convince who are here

various asides about lxc's relationship with jgy

"I don't deny it'/"You can't deny it!'

the creepy wedding scene was really well done

jgy making a fake tell for jzx to pick up on is truly a masterstroke

yayyy physical affection and comfort for jl from wwx (and jc)

jgy mockingly bowing after being kicked down the steps really did fuck severely

"I've done so many bad things, yet I still hope for pity' *half face shot 'PSYCH!" *takes jin ling hostage by ripping a string out of his body* what a scene

jc calling on wwx for guidance, trusting him, seeing him protect jl, returning him chenqing. nature is healing. they'll never be exactly what they were before, but that's okay. it's a start

'clan leader, abandon me' 'sure thing lmao'

slow shot panning up from jgy's severed arm to lwj standing tall with bichen fucked SO hard god lwj looks so good esp postres they nailed him

wn stepping on jgy's arm

lwj beautiful dark brown eyes <3

jgy and su she's absurdly dramatic reaching-to-each-other deaths. yes kind of jiang parents of them

wwx bidding farewell to the STA. I love closure and acceptance

all of nhs's shenanigans including eating like a horse from lxc's hand and then the half-face shots

everyone turning around like that meme of the girls at the party but it's because lxc just STABBED jgy

#cql re-rewatch #whew!

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evilwriter-originals · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 24 - Dead to the World

Prompts: Catatonic

Rated: mature

Warnings: lady whump, nudity, nonconsensual body modification, blood

Word Count: 818

Summary: Hali goes into a catatonic state after having her wings cut off.

Continuation of Day 19 of Angstpril

Anaria crept into the cell, trying to be as quiet as she could. It was dark, and she still had the magic dampening collar around her throat - she couldn’t light the place.

“Hali?” Anaria asked quietly into the darkness. She didn’t even know if she was in the right cell. She’d escaped her own before any harm could befall her.

But she’d heard screams. She was hoping Hali was okay. She’d never heard her scream before, but it had sounded vaguely like her voice.

Anaria tripped on something, fell onto hard stone on her hands and knees, scraping her palms and ripping her pants. There was a horrible groaning noise.

“Hali?” Anaria asked.

There was no answer. Anaria moved so that she was kneeling before the person. Something hot and wet was soaking into her pants.

Oh gods, oh gods. Something wasn’t right. Something was very far from right. Hali had been hurt. Badly.

And where were her wings? Anaria couldn’t sense them, couldn’t feel the feathers and strong muscle brush up against her.

There was nothing there.

“Hali, oh gods.” Anaria covered a sob with her hand, choking on more. Tears flowed freely.

They’d cut off Hali’s wings. Those goddamn slavers had cut off her wings!

“Hali.” Anaria laid a very gentle hand on her shoulder. “We have to get out of here.”

Hali moaned in response, but otherwise didn’t move. Dammit, Anaria wished she could see. She needed to get Hali out of here.

Anaria rose, feeling around the cell. She found an unlit torch, but that wouldn’t do. She couldn’t light it with magic, and there didn’t appear to be flint nearby.

Light coming down the hallway. Anaria gasped a little, slipped into the deepest shadows of the cell, not wanting to be seen.

And then she remembered that she’d left the door open.

The guard came in, scratching his head. Anaria saw her chance and leapt at him. He dropped his lantern, the glass cracking, but not breaking completely. Light fell onto the gruesome scene of the cell. The top of Hali’s dress had been torn to reveal her back, and she was laying in a pool of her own blood.

Her wings were not there.

Crying in rage, Anaria pummeled the guard with her fists, going for his face, then kneeing him hard in the groin. He doubled over, and she knocked him in the jaw. She heard the crack of a dislocation, saw teeth fly.

One more hit to the head and he was down. He hadn’t expected a fight when he’d come in here, and so he hadn’t been prepared to defend himself. Anaria had been lucky, lucky and filled with enough rage to take on armies.

Anaria knelt before Hali, crying softly. She put a hand to her face. Gods, her skin was cold. Her eyes were open, glazed, staring at nothing. She would have looked dead save for the rise and fall of her exposed chest.

“I’m getting you out of here,” Anaria whispered through her tears. “I promise.”

And so she took the guard’s sword, and took Hali into her arms after putting it on her belt. She was lighter without the wings. All this fact did was make Anaria sob.

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Hali didn’t move at all, still as a statue. She didn’t move when Anika had healed her back, and she didn’t move when Anaria tried talking to her.

She was dead to the world.

“She’s going to be okay.” Girad had a hand on Anaria’s shoulder. Anaria had had Hali placed in her tent, and now she just stood, staring at her, just staring. Her beautiful gray wings were missing. Oh, it was so awful. It was an unspeakable evil to cut off a Nessari’s wings.

That led Anaria to thinking of her uncle. He’d had his wings cut off decades ago. He seemed… physically fine. It had clearly done a number on his mind, but his body had healed.

So Hali’s body would heal too.

But would her mind?

“I hope so,” Anaria bemoaned, letting herself drop to the bed beside Hali. She ran a hand through her messy hair, tears dripping from her lashes. They’d closed Hali’s eyes, as she hadn’t seemed capable of doing it herself, but she still hadn’t moved. Anaria wondered if she would ever move again. She couldn’t imagine the shock and pain that Hali was going through.

“I-I-I love you, Hali,” Anaria croaked out. She wiped at her nose with the back of her hand - not a very royal thing to do, but she had no handkerchief with her. “I’m… I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. I’m so sorry.”

Anaria laid beside Hali above the blankets, Girad sitting vigil in the chair by the bed. Hali was his friend: he was just as worried as Anaria.

Even as Anaria whispered love into Hali’s ear, she did not move.

#catatonic #OC #writing #lady whump #nudity #nonconsensual body modification #blood #whump #original characters #original writing #fantasy #winged whumpee #Anaria #Hali #Girad

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rhysmademedoit · 9 months

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So...

I recently rewatched the 1997 movie Batman and Robin, which was a mistake, but probably not in the way you'd expect. I have a lot of opinions about this movie now. In fact, I have so many opinions that I need to make a tumblr post breaking them down before I go crazy.

Let me say that I went into this movie with an open mind. It's a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, movie, but I do genuinely think it has some interesting points. I'll start with the casting.

George Clooney is legitimately the worst Batman ever put to the silver screen. He's just playing George Clooney. I've seen him do a good job in other movies so I have to assume he read the script and decided to just phone it in.

Chris O'Donnell actually does a much better job as Robin in this movie than he did in Batman Forever. He and Batman feel like an actual team this time, even if Clooney could be carrying his weight more. The actual character O'Donnell plays in this movie is fairly over the top, but I think he does a good job grounding him in the reality of this movie.

Arnold Schwarzenegger actually really fits Mr. Freeze in a weird way. His cold, mechanical delivery evokes the Terminator, proving he still has what it takes to play a villain. The problem is that Mr. Freeze himself is TERRIBLY written. EVERY LINE HE SAYS IS AN ICE PUN!!! He's probably the single worst part of this movie, but I don't blame Arnold for that, he did a good job with what he had.

Uma Thurman is another actor I've seen do a great performance in other movies. For some reason, she decided to play Poison Ivy like she's Rita Repulsa. That might work for Power Rangers, but it feels really out of place here. It's a shame since I think Poison Ivy in this movie had a lot of untapped potential.

Alicia Silverstone is an actress I haven't seen in anything else, so I don't want to judge her too harshly. She's just... not very good in this. Not bad necessarily. I don't know if she wasn't given enough direction or didn't understand her character or what. Batgirl is actually a kind of interesting character who, like most things in this movie, doesn't get fleshed out enough. She does have some sweet moments though. Most of them are helped by the real star of the show...

Michael Gough delivers what has to be the greatest Alfred performance of all time, and definitely HIS greatest Alfred performance. And why shouldn't he? By far, he has the best scenes and the best lines in the entire movie, elevating the entire thing from a cheesy kids film to something that actually has a little maturity. Singlehandedly he becomes the sole reason to rewatch this movie. The "soul" of the movie, if you will.

I guess now it's time to talk about the plot of this movie. I'll be covering it in very broad strokes so I don't end up writing this forever.

From the get-go, two things are VERY apparent: (1.) This movie's visuals, lighting, and set design are awe-inspiring and (2.) A lot of the dialogue is absolutely HORRIBLE. It feels unfinished. Mr. Freeze looks jaw-droppingly epic in his suit with pitch black eyes and a glowing blue mouth, but it's all downplayed by the fact that he never has anything even remotely interesting to say. When Batman is saying lines like "Hey Freeze, I'm Batman" I just picture a little annotation next to it in the script saying *write a cool opening line here.

After an admittedly good fight scene with Mr. Freeze, we're introduced to one of the main conflicts of the movie: Batman doesn't trust Robin. I actually really like that premise. It feels true to the characters while also making for some interesting drama. Hopefully we see that same concept taken on by a better movie one day.

Next up, we're introduced to Pamela Isley, who gets turned into Poison Ivy... somehow. The movie really doesn't make it clear. I think they wanted to do a similar thing to Catwoman with Dr. Woodrew being her Max Shreck, but they plow through it before you even have time to think. Oh, and Bane is here too. I didn't mention him because he's just a strong henchman for Batman and Robin to fight, and honestly might as well just be a giant plant monster. In fact, he kind of is a giant plant monster, since Venom in this movie comes from Poison Ivy's plants. Whatever, on to the next scene.

At stately Wayne Manor, the movie does a really good job setting up that Alfred is getting older. He's a lot slower to respond, gets tired faster, and all around just looks much older here. We're also introduced to Barbara... Wilson?? I actually think making her Alfred's niece instead of Commissioner Gordon's daughter makes a ton of sense for this movie. After all, what better way to flesh out Alfred as a character than showing him interact with family? And as I said before, these moments are genuinely very touching! I love this stuff!

Gotham Observatory, another gorgeous set with a giant statue holding the observatory in the air. Pamela says some really interesting things to Bruce here, and in many ways she's right, the elite should be focused on saving the planet rather than exploring the stars. I think she could've used her hypnotism on this entire room and gotten what she wants immediately, but then the next scene wouldn't happen. Also Bruce Wayne randomly has a girlfriend now? She's only in two more scenes and is really forgettable. I don't see what the point of her is.

This is probably the scene most people think of when they think of this movie. I don't actually have anything to say about it that hasn't already been said, but there were some lines I do genuinely find funny, like when Batman says "You don't have the money," and Robin replies "I'll borrow it from you!" Batman having a credit card is dumb but in a fun way that I can appreciate.

Mr. Freeze shows up in his tank and steals the diamond, and a car chase ensues. The scene of Batman actually capturing Mr. Freeze is actually pretty funny, but more importantly, that point of conflict between Batman and Robin is brought up again. It's actually a really interesting moment because although Batman was genuinely saving his partner, the entire reason Robin wanted to risk his life was to prove himself, an attitude which came about because of Batman's overprotectiveness. It's pretty complex stuff considering the movie it's in.

I like this scene in Arkham because it shows how the patients detained here are treated inhumanely, but the movie doesn't do anything with that which is another huge missed opportunity. At least we get a nice little nod to the last movie's villains.

Plot twist! Barbara isn't actually the sweet uni student you thought she was, she's actually a street racing punk who wears leather and despises authority! The visuals of the street race are stunning as always, but the part that sticks out to me the most is how she completely slams Bruce and Richard for their treatment of Alfred. They've always thought of him as family, but in reality he's just their servant, and now we have his actual family member coming in to challenge them. It would be super compelling stuff if they actually focused on it for more than two seconds.

I can't find a good picture, but something about the set design of Mr. Freeze's lab feels really cheap. The set itself is cool but the lighting design feels oddly bright, almost washed out. It gives off a kids TV show vibe, not helped by their encounter with Bane and Poison Ivy which is really cheesy. There's a good moment of banter between Batman and Robin to let us know they've reconciled, and Arnie does a good job showing the stress Mr. Freeze is under, but that's about it. If you saw this scene on TV with no context, you'd think it was a made for TV movie.

This next part is really silly. Why would Poison Ivy want Mr. Freeze to freeze all of Gotham? Wouldn't that kill all of her plants? The part where she seduces Commissioner Gordon is probably my favorite scene of Gordon in this entire quadrilogy, he really does a good job playing up the goofiness. The biggest problem is that the plant-infested GCPD headquarters looks really cheap. It's like the opposite of Mr. Freeze's Lab: the lighting is beautiful but the actual set looks so fake. Speaking of things that look cheap, what's with that Batgirl costume? It doesn't even look like a bat! This is probably one of the dumbest scenes in the entire movie, but it's still kind of sweet that they show Robin still trusting Batman after everything that's come between them.

I've been leaving out a lot, but the fight against Poison Ivy and the fight against Mr. Freeze actually are back to back. The Gotham Observatory is a beautiful set to stage the finale on, even if the actual plan makes no sense. There's also some nice moments of teamwork between the trio where you see how well they work together... or at least they would be nice moments if the three of them had any chemistry together at all. Seriously, this needed another draft. The fight scene isn't anything to write home about, but I do really like Batman's speech to Mr. Freeze at the end. It really shows the evolution of his character. In Batman 89 he was a hard edged antihero and a bit of a psychopath. In Batman Returns he became more bold and confident, but was also willing to open up emotionally. In Batman Forever he gave up his vengeance streak to become a more pacifist hero who only kills in self defense. Now, in Batman and Robin, he's willing to reach out to a man who almost killed the entire city, and to say to him that there's still a good man buried deep inside him somewhere under all the ice. It's too bad George Clooney is still phoning it in or it would have a lot more impact.

I know this movie has a lot of problems. I know I have a lot of problems with this movie. I know that one of my biggest problems with this movie is its cast. And yet somehow, watching the end of this movie, where Alicia Silverstone, Chris O'Donnell, and George Clooney put their hands together and agree to be partners, I couldn't help but feel excited to see them return. I want to see them come back in Batman Unchained. I want to see them fight Coolio's Scarecrow and Joker's daughter Harley Quinn with Batman hallucinating about Jack Nicholson's Joker. Heck, throw Man-Bat in there as well! And Tim Drake as the next Robin! And let's stunt cast everyone because why the heck not.

But that movie's never going to happen now. Even if they made a movie with that exact plot and everyone reprising their roles, it wouldn't be the same. It would just be nostalgia pandering.

There's one scene I left out, but it's arguably the best scene in the entire movie.

Alfred's lying in bed, dying. Bruce says to him "I've spent my entire life trying to beat back death. Everything I've done... Everything I'm capable of doing... but that can't save you." And Alfred responds by saying "There is no defeat in death, Master Bruce. Victory comes in defending what we know is right while we still live." They embrace. Bruce says "I love you, old man." Alfred says "And I love you, too." They smile. It's a beautiful scene on it's own, but it hits even harder because of Barbara's rant to Richard before. When Alfred says "I love you" to Bruce, it resolves his entire character arc in the movie. His search for his family has come to an end. Bruce is his family. Richard is his family. The Wayne's were his family. Batman is his family.

In short, this movie sucks, but I've come to appreciate the little strands of brilliance that live on inside of it. I may even like it a little more than Batman Forever. Just a little though.

Here's to hoping we see the trio of Batman, Robin, and Batgirl return to the big screen in the future. Have an ice day!

#batman #robin #batman and robin #1990s #review #retrospective #batman movie

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luxmaeastra · 1 year

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Apeiron appeared to Sarai and Viren.

"You're Sarai yes? They all whisper of you. Do you like stories Sarai? Good!"

They walked past them gesturing for them both to follow. They came to a garden deep in the duchy and unclasped the necklace that had once been a crown. The Hendekal Crown as the name suggested held 11 jewels said to be formed from the first 11 drops of Aperion's blood.

It held the necklace letting it sway in its fingers.

"That's the story they spin yes? 11 drops of my blood, or what amounts to blood to you things. Forged into the jewels your queens all fight and kill for."

It dropped the necklace on the ground, some jewels cracked. It ground others on its heal. The jewels popped light blazing free before dissapering.

11 Stelari sat there. Some already quickly fading.

"The Trinity Queens made this crown and locked the Stelari who were most loyal to me in it. Horrible isn't it? Aw, they're fading now."

It looked to Sarai.

"You can keep them if you want. Their music was in pain."

The arrival of Apeiron was one of surprise and concern, she honestly didn't know what her family's standing was when it came to them. She had been raised on the stories told by Cassandra and Saetan, and she had been educated on religion. However, she didn't know how her family lines tied into any of it.

"They all whisper of me?" She had begun to answer the questions it seemed it didn't need her to answer, she was quick to follow after them. She felt Viren not far behind her, the comfort of his presence keeping her at ease.

They traveled further than they normally went on a regular day, she knew there were areas of their duchy they didn't know well, places which she was happy to keep as they were - there was no telling whose home it was.

"That is the one we have been told since we were kids." Viren spoke up. His hand rested upon his mate's lower back, the pair of them watching the scene before them. How quickly that story fell a part, he watched as Sarai's eyes widened as the jewels broke and soon before them sat Stelari.

Sarai moved forwards, she paused briefly when they looked at her. "That isn't a life they should have had," she answered before she moved and knelt near one. "I will not keep them as possessions, keeping them makes it sound like I owe them. They can stay with us tho, they can make their home here. Or they can stay until they are healed, then we will help them find somewhere they are happy."

#Muse | Sarai #Muse | Viren

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theunboundwriter · 2 years

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Find The Word Tag

Thank you for the tag @marinesocks !! I'm so glad you like this game as much as I do haha I will be tagging you every time :)

My Words are: Gone, Favor, Better, and Practice

Gone:

From The Prices We Pay Something in his demeanor had shifted. The usual light in his eyes was gone, replaced by something darker and more twisted. It was the first time in five years that she didn’t recognize the man she was looking at.

Favor:

From Against the Full Moon Devereux could distantly feel Diantha still struggling beneath his grasp, but he paid no attention. He was focused on Raelle, watching the demon's every move. He couldn't risk losing sight of her, he would be no match. "Can you find her?" Raelle's eyes flicked over to Diantha for a brief second, seeing her barely able to catch her breath. Devereux's claws were digging into her skin, blood trickling down her neck. "The deal between you and I is done." Raelle stood up straighter, crossing her arms. "If you want any more favors from me, you'll have to make another deal."

Better:

From The Sea is in Her Blood “I think they must have done something awful to her, Captain. She had to have thrown herself overboard to escape them, thinking she had better chances fighting the sea than them.” Red knew that she had to have come from something horrible. He could see it written on her face. Anytime he looked at her all he could see was a battered and bruised victim. He wanted to see past it, wanted to admire her determination and strength and how she had overcome everything that had happened to her, but he couldn’t forget what she looked like the first time he had laid eyes on her. June was stronger now, he knew that. She was a hardworking young woman who wanted to pull her weight amongst the crew, offering to help in any way she could to earn her keep. She was far from fragile, and she did not want anyone to think of her as weak. It was the main reason why she refused to speak of anything that came before her time on Red’s ship. Her past painted a different story from the one she was trying to build now, and it was a story she would hate for Red to read.

Practice:

Surprisingly don't have anything for this one. Fun fact though, I've just written the ending for The Sea is in Her Blood, I just have to figure out what goes in the middle. I've written a detailed timeline of the entire story, and whenever I think of a scene idea I write it out in the timeline the same way I plan to have it in the story so I can just copy and paste it.

And I of course tag the lovely @marinesocks (feel free to tag me back if you do it lol), @itsbrittbeyotch, @fearofahumanplanet , and @parttimeghost as well as anyone else who wants to join!!

Your words are: Press, Touch, Nod, Color, and Eye

#unbound time universe #wip: the prices we pay #wip: the sea is in her blood #find the word tag #wip: against the full moon

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oneprompt · 3 years

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Yooo your writing is so good!!! If it's alright, may I ask for the monster trio's hcs on almost losing their S/O in a fight with other pirates/marines? (Sorry if its a bit angsty among all these fluff fisbg)

authors note: hii <3 im very glad you’re enjoying it , that means a lot to hear ! and yes , i do love me some good angst .. i hope you enjoy ! <3 + zoro’s takes place during enies lobby , luffy’s takes place during wano and sanji’s takes place in whole cake <3 just . thought it’d be easiest to use pre existing arcs ...!

Zoro ( Almost ) Losing His S/o Headcanons

• Zoro finished his fight as quick as he could. He knew there was possibly more keys to find... and even if there wasn’t, you all still had to reach Robin. And you.... Zoro was furious at himself. How could he let you linger alone? Not that he thought you were weak, no. You were a force to be reckoned with. But Zoro couldn’t help but worry about which Cp9 agent you were put against, especially considering he struggled within his own fight..

• He’s quick to take his key and run up the crumbling stairs of the Tower of Law. Please be okay. Zoro didn’t look the part but he was so worried, so concerned. Zoro needed you to be safe, he was praying you weren’t put up against any of the big guys...

• And finally, Zoro had found you. The sight was one he had never wanted to witness in his life. He had no clue how to react, truly. Zoro never had a person in his life to call his, no one that made him feel the way you did. So, seeing you doused in blood, the deep slices upon your chest from claws made his blood boil. You had to be alive, right? You weren’t dead. No, you couldn’t be.

• Where was everyone? Where was Chopper? Zoro has no experience with medical supplies, not like that mattered, as he had none. He tried to not stare at you, trying to steady his somewhat shaky breathing. You had been pinned up against that leopard zoan user, hadn’t you? Wasn’t that guy the strongest? Why couldn’t you have been anywhere else?

• The light tears that laced his dark eyes were quick to slip and dissolve as you suddenly touched him. The sudden weight of your hand upon Zoro’s broad shoulder felt heavy, it felt endless in this moment. Were you.. really okay? As soon as he finally looks back at your bloody and disheveled self, he’s greeted with the softest smile he’s ever seen you bear upon your face.

• You want to apologize. Say sorry for failing your battle with Lucci, for worrying Zoro. But Zoro gives you not even a moment to think of what to say, as he pulls you into an almost out of character embrace. It was full of love, of security. Even as the claw marks upon your chest stayed branded on, you cling to Zoro, giving no regards to the scene that was before you both. Zoro was so happy to see you.

Luffy ( Almost ) Losing His S/o Headcanons

• Luffy is immediately engulfed by sudden flashes and memories of Marineford. He’s reminded of the soul crushing despair that engulfed his pure heart as Ace died within his arms. And here it was, happening once more. But not with Ace, with you. You were his most prized shipmate, he loved you a lot. No way was this happening... Luffy couldn’t lose someone he loved so dearly, not again.

• He’s squeezing you, nails digging into your flesh. Luffy is pleading, begging at that point. You had to be alive, you’ve survived much worse then this. You two would make it out of here. You and everyone else would beat Kaido and Tobi Roppo, wouldn’t you? You had to! You all made a promise... you promised to be at Jinbe’s banquet with the rest of the Straw Hats, with the other samurai..

• Luffy can’t help but cry. It’s out of character but with the sight of your body bruised and molded in such a painful state, it’s impossible not to. The way you’re making... you look so peaceful, just like Ace. Ace had the same smile on his face before he fell upon Luffy, adjusting every bit of dead weight onto the younger boy.

• He should’ve been there to help. Luffy couldn’t help but blame himself. Where was he during your grand fight? You must’ve advanced to King and Queen far too quick... Why couldn’t you have waited? Luffy could’ve been there.. he wanted to help, he could’ve helped. Did you die because of him...?

• Yet, the sudden noise of coughing made his sobbing halter, at least in volume. Luffy looked down at you, your bruised and bloodied face now accompanied with the presence of your hopeful eyes. You were alive..? Luffy’s tears cascaded downward, gently splattering down onto your cold cheeks. He couldn’t believe it..

• Luffy is all over you, crying his entire heart out. But can you blame him? He didn’t want to endure a repeat of what happened with Ace, pacing through another heart wrenching death. Your well being meant everything to Luffy, it truly did. He wanted to become the Pirate King with you on his side, he needed you in order to tap into his full potential. Without you, he could never reach his dreams.

Sanji ( Almost ) Losing His S/o Headcanons

• Sanji’s rapid footsteps pattered through the wedding, slamming down onto the cracker tracks that placed themselves throughout the setting. He saw the way you fell to the ground, every inch of you slamming to the candy coated ground as Big Mom had used her devil fruit. You couldn’t be dead... were you truly that afraid of Big Mom? So much so she could suck every bit of life out of you?

• Sanji can’t help but feel completely at fault. This was all his fault. If he hadn’t came here, if he hadn’t treated you all so badly before departing, none of this would’ve happened. If only Sanji wasn’t born, none of you would have to deal with him. It should’ve been him to die, not you. He knew how awful of a man he was, he knew how happier you would be without him on your side.

• It takes him all of his strength to hold in his tears. Crying was for the weak, wasn’t it? Instead, Sanji just stares at you, almost as if he was completely numb and oblivious to the world around him. You’d get up, right? You couldn’t die. No. You couldn’t, he wouldn’t let such a thing happen to you.

• Why did you come here to save him? Why did any of you show up for him? If you all let Sanji be wedded to Pudding, none of this would happen. You and the rest of the present Straw Hats wouldn’t have been put under such dangerous circumstances. Sanji felt at fault. He couldn’t even sell his life away correctly without hurting anyone..

• The sudden embrace around his neck is enough to make Sanji gasp. Was it...an enemy? No. No, it was the best thing it could’ve been. It was you. How had you overcome Big Mom’s devil fruit, you wonder. Sanji doesn’t hesitate to hug you back, not in the slightest. He held you as tight as he could, allowing you to sob into the white suit jacket he wore, your tears seeping into his cotton button up shirt.

• Sanji carries you upward and flees further away from the wedding, all the while giving you reassurance. He feels horrible for what he put through, not just physically. Just suddenly departing, saying he’s wedding another woman, leaving his true beloved behind must’ve been soul crushing for you.. Sanji would never let that happen again, he’d never allow you to feel such a way ever again.

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moemammon · 3 years

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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Okay, this is gettin’ real screwed up here.

I watch a lot of TV. Probably too much. And I’ve seen characters beaten to their knees before, sometimes even with collars. And yeah, there’s usually someone standing over them, and it’s been a woman sometimes. The kind of scene we got in episode 5 of Loki is not new ground.

But here’s the thing. In EVERY OTHER SCENE I can remember like this, the person kneeling is the hero. They’ve been brought down, fully humbled before the sneering villain, and in a few minutes something will happen to get them back on their feet again. It’s usually a tense moment, a “what if they break?” that makes you want the hero to win. You aren’t rooting for, or even liking in some cases, the person standing. You’re cheering for the person on their knees.

This doesn’t seem to be the case with the Loki show. Yes, the viewers may be rooting for Loki, but there’s no hatred for Sif there. She’s not proved herself to be a cold, heartless villain, ruthlessly pounding the hero until all he can do is kneel at her feet.

Except…she did kind of do that. But it isn’t treated as something bad. It’s treated more as something Loki deserved, in my opinion. The show wants us to feel like he deserved to get repeatedly beaten up and told horrible things, just for cutting off a lock of Sif’s hair. I’ll grant, it’s peanuts compared to what happened to him in the mythology. But it’s still bad. Especially since they had him acknowledge it, repeat her cruel words back. They’re playing it off as if Loki is still the villain by himself, and is only good because of other people- Mobius, mostly, but Sif is part of that.

That’s not the way Loki’s character is. In the comics particularly, his biggest arcs are always about reinventing the labels given to him, changing “villain” into something good, something he can use, and doing it by himself. Yes, there’s outside influence, but ultimately Loki is the one who decided to change.

The show is not letting him do that. The show is portraying him as a stubborn jackass who refuses to change until other people show him the light- either with psychological torture presented as therapy, or with beating him up a bunch of times until he gives in. The show and its characters are forcing Loki to become good- they aren’t showing him doing it by himself. He is not becoming one of the good guys, he’s being essentially enslaved by them, and the show is passing it off as somehow all that good influence finally rubbed off on Loki’s cold, villainous heart. That’s why him betraying Mobius was shown as so bad even though Loki barely knew him and had been psychologically tortured by him- Mobius is written as a character who can choose to be good, and Loki is written as a character who must be forced to be good.

And something about an entire show revolving around an independent character being treated as a villain, literally enslaved by the “good guys” (back when the show still wanted us to think the TVA weren’t shady as all hell), beaten to his knees with a collar around his neck until he accepts that he deserves to be alone because he isn’t “good” like everybody else…that doesn’t go down right for me.

The TVA being presented in not just a neutral but often reliable light is something I thought would change once Loki literally called out their propaganda and Sylvie called them fascists, but, for some reason the authoritarian genocidalists are not being presented as a bad thing and it irks me too.

It's especially weird because of the way what Loki claims to have wanted by making choices for people and what Mobius claims the TVA do ARE THE EXACT SAME THINGS, except Loki, until the show, hadn't done that of his own volition and was being tortured during the invasion and is treated terribly for something he didn't even succeed in doing, while the TVA successfully erase events on a mass scale but are presented as having a higher (or at best, - equal) moral ground.

The exact same thing was done in Ragnarok where Loki's "turning point" from a tricksy villainous scoundrel happened because Thor left him frying on the ground and gave him a pep talk filled with lies and general slander about how he could be better - and people see that as good because Thor is framed as a hero, and it's because instead of accepting Loki is a complex character they take what the narrative tells at face value and that is that Loki fights the protagonist(s) so he's bad.

I personally don't like the narrative pushing a character that is canonically an abuse victim and attempted suicide and was tortured right after as someone who needs fixing because he's lusting for power and needs it to gain a sense of control during a retcon which is occurring for the sake of calling him a complete bad guy who needs to change (probably because no actual original character development could be thought of?) after he was just confirmed as queer and colloquially (i assume) called a narcissist because of twisted love.

That he deserves to be alone was presented neutrally as a joke even as he was repeatedly getting beaten to the ground, and then both people he could call friends were removed from his immediate vicinity right after.

Loki isn't being presented as a character that has done a huge mix of good and bad in the movies, he's being presented as an oft incompetent idiot that deserves what he gets because he shouldn't have run away from captors, or he cut Sif's hair, or he killed his mother, or he dared to think he had any importance or could do something good, because the truth is he's an evil lying scourge.

"But maybe," Mobius says, "Maybe he wants to mix it up. Sometimes you get tired of playing the same part. Is that possible? He can change?" And everyone's already forgotten that moments before the mission Mobius said to Loki's face that the TVA has pruned a lot of Loki variants because he's so nice! look! he has hope in him when no one else does! It's also easy to forget the "and hey, if it doesn't work, I'll delete him myself," right after because the guy was smiling through it and the scene is followed by Loki really badly trying to explain the logic of being a trickster who everyone knows is a trickster.

A lot of people payed more attention in Ragnarok than to the other Thor movies so it's not a new retcon and people seem fine with the extremely strange take that 'loki is bad but he can do good sometimes,' because the character is more animated and acts foolish and that's generally more fun for comedy, which is fair for people to prefer imo, people find different things entertaining.

But I do solidly hope the show doesn't go that way though and takes a side with Loki on the narrative stance eventually because I've seen a lot of people who just. miss that the TVA's concept is bad. And those who think they're "reforming" Loki. As if the guy needs anything but a break at this point lmao he only got away from Thanos like 2 days ago please just let him rest for a bit he's a fail villain and it's cringe to have your supposed 1st open queer character get beaten to a pulp by Sif and then put wack sexualizing shots for it too :/

it's like the show itself is trying to sell the angle of "Loki is a villain" and I'm a clown who is still wanting that to be intentional because if it is? It could be amazing and playing with how different parties are framed would be s p e c t a cu l ar and could encourage people to reassess the hero coding in other movies including ones Loki was previously in - but we're reaching the last two episodes and I don't feel like that'll happen.

I feel like even if Loki does reach the end of the show as a transformed person it'll be done leaving the audience with "perhaps you're not so bad after all, Loki," and then also give credit to Mobius or Sylvie or whoever else was involved, simply because as even of yet Loki hasn't taken on a lead role in the show. I'd argue he hasn't really contributed anything worthwhile to plot either. As you've said, he's being shown as someone who needs to change but isn't really motivated to. Aw man they better not make romantic love the reason he wants to change.

#no because they're framing things that are humiliating or demeaning as *casual*#I don't even care if they wanted fanservice in the show did it have to be THAT type???#of course it did they don't take the character seriously or consider what they're doing with him despite his legitimate grievances #in a show where Loki's had literally no influence on the main plot but delaying it for the entirety of the Lamentis episode #if i was worse this is where i'd theorize about how Loki isn't a typical 'strong' hero and threatens the fragile masculine ideals of some #like........marvel the F*CK kind of message is this meant to send after Thanos throwing Gamora off a cliff was 'love' and Odin was 'strong'#they've made Loki be embarrassingly bad in fights too and what's up with that?????#''no look he's powerful see he just reversed time on an entire building on his own!!! now watch 2 guards hold him back <3''#bro 2 guards aren't enough if loki wants to escape what movies were you watching bro #you want me to believe this is the guy that went toe to toe with thor and tie-lost because he had tears blurring his vision????#nice try mcu im onto you your writing sucks #the Loki show #loki spoilers #loki show spoilers #im still reeling from Sylvie's backstory of BITING AND RUNNING and that she left the door to the TVA open for so long accidentally??????#im enjoying the show but i'm not going to say it's a good show or even that I see Loki as in-character #he CAN CANONICALLY TELEPORT WHY THE FR*CK WERE THEY SITTING AND WATCHING LAMENTIS BLOW UP #he BROKE the tempad - their ONLY WAY OFF THE PLANET - which was stored in a POCKET DIMENSION - by falling TOO HARD ?????#EXCUSE ME????#put some effort into the story you're trying to sell marvel #the logic with the timelines???? makes NO SENSE??????#the TVA either has no clue what they're doing or the multiverse literally already exists and the sacred timeline continues to be lies #i want to strange Marvel #the entire thing is so entertaining though so im definitely enjoying #ThisPostIsLongerThanMyLifeSpan #TPILTMLS

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