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igotanidea · 2 years

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counterparts: Morpheus x OC chapter 7

Prologue

Chapter 1: sometimes reality sucks

Chapter 2 : Welcome back to reality

Chapter 3 : A rough nightmare

Chapter 4: Crumbling

Chapter 5 : Falling to pieces

Chapter 6: Reunited

Chapter 7

Remedies

-So, what exactly is your plan, Morpheus? – I ask him as when we get back to the palace- I mean, considering recent event, you do have a plan, don’t you?

- During my … imprisonment … - his voice slightly falters – my tools were stolen from me. I need to gather them back before I can rebuilt my realm.

-Your tools? You mean like your eyeliner? – I joke – Sorry, sorry – I raise my hands in surrender – out of line, I know it’s hard enough for you.

The Dream Lord says nothing just watch me with his piercing eyes. Something is different about him since he was captured. Almost like he became softer or more insightful. I mean he spend a 100 years in a cage so that can definitely give one food for thoughts. I got to admit I am pretty impressed he is not crazy by now. Hence, he was always a bit of an outcast living – quite literally - in his own world, so maybe that counts as insanity. I get a bit lost in my own thoughts so Morpheus outruns me to the castle and I got to jog to keep up with him.

-Kayleen, you are back – Lucienne smiles when she sees me

-Indeed. It’s good to see you for real. Seems like the last decade did nothing to you.

-Thank you. It’s pretty sad I can’t say the same about you, Kay.

-Well, there’s been a lot on my plate so what’s outside followed everything happening inside.

-Was Matthew helpful?

-Oh, he’s a hell of a talker, but you made quite a good call in assigning him to me. We get on pretty well. I definitely enjoyed his company.

-Are you two done chit-chatting? We got work to do – Dream cuts in impatiently

-Yes, my Lord – Lucienne turns to him – how shall we help?

He sighs and sits down on the steps of the Throne Room. Damn, his coat looks so cool just spread there. Like a being of its own, I can almost see that starry sky lining. Truly captivating.

-Like I said I need to gather my tools and in order to do that I’m going to need some answers. At this moment there’s only one being who can provide them

-Surely you don’t mean the Fates – I look at him carefully. Maybe he did gone mad after all.

-It’s the only choice – he looks at me, blank expression on his face

-Perhaps. But you know the price. The Kindly Ones are not to please easily, they definitely know their worth. Almost like someone else I know ……

-Don’t you dare finishing that sentence – Morpheus warns and again I raise my hands in surrender.

-My Lord, if I may, the Fates are only going to give you pieces of information they will feel like sharing, not exactly anything specific that may be of help – Lucienne tries her best to talk him out of this irrational idea.

-Are you in the mood for the brain games and shenanigans, Dream? Never was your strong trait so now I quite understand why you need me.

-Enough! – he stands up, abruptly. This quiet rage of his fills the whole room. – It’s been decided. I shall do as I please and if that’s your attitude, Reality you might as well go back to Waking. You seem like no help at all.

Ok, he’s using my other name now. A clear sign of irritation.

-Well, my attitude, which clearly gets on your nerves so much is not an issue here, is it? At least it makes you think about what you’re doing! You know, unprocessed trauma can adversely affect you, so better let It out now! Come on. Bring. It. On. – I hiss through my teeth. As you can see I’m not the one who’s making his quest easier.

He throws dagger at me. Once again, I don’t care. He can do whatever the hell he wants, because deep down we both know he can’t make it alone.

-Do you ever shut up with your irony and sarcasm?

-Never. It’s pretty much the only thing that keep me alive.

-For now. It might as well change within seconds. At MY will – he steps closer, towering over me now.

Lucienne looks like she wants to run away from this place. In the past, we usually kept our squabbling private for the sake of our reputations. Lucienne was the only confidante who knew about them. And now, the person, who is used to our fights and bickering, is terrified beyond recognition. Guess after a hundred years of Dream’s absence we all need a little reminder of how stubborn and incapable of surrender we both are.

-Oh, I’d love to see that. There must be some place limit on people you put in Hell. Oh, and I forgot to mention, your dear sister promised to intercept me before you take your action, so not a chance. And your will? You mentioned it yourself – you are not so strong without your tools, so good luck with that.

We are now standing right in front of each other, sure as hell neither of us will give up voluntarily. This is only embarrassing for me because of the high difference. Whether I like it or not, I still got to look up at him. His dark coat is floating, sand starting to surround his figure. At the same time my hands start to glow yellow and my hair lifts lightly. Light and dark set against one another. Quite a view if it wasn’t for the circumstances.

-I hate you – he hisses, eyes not leaving mine for a spare second.

-I hate you more – I answer mimicking his tone

-Tools or not I could harm you in so many ways ….. – his eyes darken.

-Oh, I bet your imagination can serve you quite well with that.

-You have no idea…. – he takes another step toward me, so I feel his breath on my cheek, causing chills to run down my spine.

-Come on then. Kick the cat. What’s stopping you? – I throw him a challenge.

That seems to push him over the edge. He grabs my chin forcing me to look at him. To my surprise, though, it’s not a hard grip. It seems more like he was just longing for any contact with other being, even if it’s only a human, though immortal. We stay like that for a second, not saying a word, Lucienne just eyeing us not daring to say a single word.

-Why are you like that? – he whispers, his face inches from mine – You just love to push your own luck. I won’t be this patient forever, you know. I strongly suggest you to be cautious of your own actions from now on – with that he lets go and turns around exiting the Throne Room.

What the heck just happened? I mean, what is wrong with him?! He just sends so many inconsistent signals. He can be manipulative I give him that, but come on! Once again, I’m stuck in my head, stand still not really able to move until Lucienne grabs my hand and gets me back on Earth. Well, some sort of Earth, after all.

-Come on, Kayleen. We can’t let him do anything unwise.

-You mean stupid?

She looks at me with disapproval.

-Kay, you really might want to hold your tongue. At least for some time, do you think that’s possible? Unless you have a death wish?

-Well….. speaking of Death…..

-Oh, please don’t. I’m just trying to look out for you. Can’t let my friend hurt herself. As much I can’t let the same happen to my King, so we better hurry up and catch Lord Morpheus up.

-You, re right Lucienne. I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better but still can’t promise anything. He gets on my nerves as much as I get on his.

-Well, same old, same old. You two are so much alike, you know. I wonder why none of you ever notices that.

-What …..?

-Kayleen, we don’t have time for that – she nearly pushes me from the castle. As we try to catch up Dream she fills me in on information. - Lord Morpheus had already been through a loss before you came back to Dreaming so he might be a bit more…. upset than it seems.

-What loss? What are you talking about? I mean, I know about Jessamy, I felt that really hard when it happened but what am I missing?

-He had to absorb Gregory.

-The Gargoyle?

-The very one. Apparently in order to gain some strength.

-Makes sense. Gregory was his creation after all. That must have been hard for him, I imagine. Bet Cain and Able won’t forgive that easily.

-Let’s just make sure it will be worth it,ok? – she says and I nod in agreement.

We spot Morpheus’s coat in the distance so we pick up the pace. Dream is walking towards the darkest part of his Kingdom – the bridge and the dark waters. Shit!

-So this is your plan? – I ask dumbfounded when I realize that he’s going to travel through the Dreaming waters to sneak a peek into people’s dreams and nightmares

-My Lord, this waters have become quite dangerous in your absence.

-Do you think I forgot how to navigate them?

-No, just that …..

-These waters are as much a part of me as I am part of them. I can’t go to the Fates without giving something in return. There is nothing left in the Dreaming to offer so I shall take from other’s dreams.

-But….

-You were right Lucienne, Dreams and Nightmares seem to no longer recognize their master. I shall remind them – and with such words he spreads a fistful of sand in the water. His gloomy reflection pulls him in and in seconds he's gone.

-What am I even doing here? – I say not sure how to act

-He will need you when he returns.

-For what? Facing the Kindly Ones? As some crazy kind of safety valve?

-Kay…

-Ok, ok, fine. I know, I promised to bite my tongue. So what now? We just sit here and wait? Who knows how long it’s going to take him. Last time he took his swimming lesson in this waters it was hours.

-Lord Morpheus knows that the time is of value now. You know patience is not one of his strongest virtues.

-That I do. Lucienne, I really do. So in the meantime, I got a favor to ask.

-Yes, Kayleen?

-Please go back to the castle, ok? I will wait here, but I just need some alone time. I can tell I won’t be having much of that in the upcoming days. Being in the Dreaming is wonderful, even if the Realm is in pieces, but I just need to balance my energy to be at full potential. Otherwise I might lose myself.

She nods, understandingly and walk away leaving me with my own thoughts. As I close my eyes I try to became more aware of my surroundings. I wasn’t lying I need to ground myself in something real and avoid becoming detached. After all, I am still the embodiment of Realty, counterpart of Dreams. No use of me if I decide to sail away and keep my head in the clouds. Someone will have to keep Morpheus on the ground. His tunnel vision and single purpose can cloud his judgement and cause some bad decisions. We don’t want that. Well, at least not on my watch. I surely don’t want another 100 years of Waking crumbling.

-Kayleen - I open one of my eyes to Dream’s voice – time to go. Time to summon the Fates.

Yay. It’s seems like we gonna have so much fun.

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nuwascorner · 1 month

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I had a thought yesterday night. I realized that almost all my traumas come from my father and the dysfunctional couple that my parents have. My mom is mostly the victim here, but still, their toxic couple dynamic scarred me for life.

Some examples:

In middle school, my father was crazy jealous and ultra controlling. He needed to know all my mom's whereabouts and would freak out if he saw her simply say hello to a male neighbor (but he had no problem flirting with every woman he would meet in the street...). Anyway, one day, he saw her looking out of the window and cooked up a story in his head that she was looking at a (nonexistent) lover (the street was literally empty). They had a huge argument because of that simple thing. During a car ride that evening, while my brothers and I were in the car mind you, he slapped her and throw her out. She had to walk back home and he didn't allow her to get in the house. I was freaked out obviously. But it's not over... A few days afterwards, he called for a "family meeting" (never had one of those beforehand) to let us know that he canceled our resident permit, that we were moving back to our home country, that he will divorce our mother and that we won't be seeing her anymore. I never cried so much in my life, I remember sobbing so much that I couldn't breathe. My reaction actually surprised him (the audacity). His answer to this horrible moment in my life: "hahaha it was just a joke, don't take it so seriously". Wtf! I'm not even kidding when I say that I had nightmares during months afterwards and I even got psoriasis from this whole event.

During my studies, I decided to do a year abroad. Before leaving for the fall semester, I worked with my mom during the summer to save some money. She worked as a cleaning lady and cleaned apartment buildings and stairwells. Obviously, we would bump from time to time into some people living there. Well... My dad helped me move to the country where I was doing my exchange. He actually drove me there. So I was stuck with him in a car for about 12 hours. After 2 hours of travel, he started his "interrogation". I felt uncomfortable and almost had a panic attack because I KNEW. I knew that it wasn't a random conversation, that every question was a trick and that he was looking for some kind of revelation. He wasn't just chit chatting although he was all smile and happy mood. He always used the same tactic with my brothers and I when he was fishing for information - and we learned to keep our mouth shut because he would overreact for the most random thing ever.... His goal with this whole conversation was to learn more about my mom's work and all the men that she was meeting there. Honestly, I remember being freaked out and I somewhat blacked out. My mistake was pretty much saying "oh yes there are male tenants there" (crazy right). Well, he drove me to my student dorm, took out all my things and drove right back home although he was supposed to stay a few days to visit with me. I remember seeing him leave in a hurry and I had a horrible feeling. I didn't hear from my mom for a few days which was weird - I mean I was abroad by myself and she wasn't even calling to see how I was doing? But I was afraid of calling her. Subconsciously, I knew something had happened and I didn't want to deal with it. Call it selfishness but after some time, it becomes too much to bear. It was actually my brother who texted me to let me know what was going on at home. My parents had a huge fight and he broke her back. My brother had to intervene and she had to be hospitalized. They lied and said that she had hurt herself at work... I felt horrible because I was the reason it happened. I mean sure, I know it's not me, but you can't help having those kind of thoughts. I made a second mistake: I texted my mom: "Hey I heard from #brother# what happened, how are you doing?". Problem: my father had my mom's phone and it lead to an argument with my brother who stopped talking with me for weeks afterwards because he was angry that I tried contacting our mom. The worst? My dad calling me and trying to downplay the whole thing, trying to coax me... I felt disgusted, but I played his game, like my brothers did, like my mom did. We all pretended it never fucking happened.

A few years ago, I was living in Paris for my last year of master's degree. I came to visit my parents during Christmas break. My mom had been gifted some chocolate by some old ladies where she was cleaning and wanted me to pretend that I was the one who bought it for her. Nothing new, we always had to lie about things like that because again my dad is far from being a normal human being. A few days after I came back in Paris, I remember being in the metro with my friends. We had just finished our class and we were going back home. I had received a message from my dad and when I opened to read it, it was simply "Where did you buy the chocolate?". I just broke down crying. In the middle of the metro. Just because of this one fucking text message. I actually had a full blown panic attack and it freaked out my friends. I was terrified of answering this one dumb little question. Because I knew that it was fifty fifty. I couldn't call my mom to match our stories and I didn't know what exactly she had told him. Anyway, I gave the wrong answer and my mom paid the price.

Kinda a depressing post. I came back to live with my parents two years ago and it's so weird seeing them have a "normal" relationship (for what it is). I'm angry because they fucked my whole childhood and now they are all lovey dovey. My mom told me a few months ago regarding my celibate status which bothers her greatly: "Sometimes, I feel like it's our fault.". Yeah, it surely is my dad's fault. Men are really trash, you won't be able to change my mind.

#nuwascorner #nuwa's life #nuwa's thoughts #radblr #radical feminism #feminism #feminist rage #men are trash #male violence #jealousy #toxic relationship #toxic couple #gender violence #my dad is an asshole #fight the patriarchy #celibacy #voluntary celibacy

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glowyjellyfish · 3 months

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Once the demo loaded for me, I only had about an hour and a half to play before I had to quit and go to bed, and I spent most of that time on the piano minigame.

Some thoughts:

Cloud is such a baby omg. Part of it is the obvious Zack dialogue blatantly coming from his mouth, of course. Loved the obvious swap where Secret-Cloud-Grunt (Ramirez, if you will) was clearly assigned the lines Zack said to Cloud. Cloud’s brain what are you doing.

Sephiroth will take some time to master, especially as I barely remember the controls. He looks like an idiot when I am controlling him, lol. Perfect acting on him and everyone really so far, A+.

I am going to miss so many climbable surfaces

the mountains are so spiky

NIBELHEIM PORK SANDWICH. Well there’s my themed meal! (May not actually do, but come on they threw that out for me a couple weeks in advance??)

I am gonna master every song on that piano dammit. I got very close to star rank tonight, only 2 Goods and the rest Great!

Pretty sure that on my first play through, I am going to do as much as possible and whatever feels right with regards to the affection system. I can’t not rifle through Tifa’s room, for one thing, and I’m never gonna say no to a side quest. Aerith or Tifa would be preferred for the date on my first playthrough, but if I wind up hanging with Cait Sith because I wanted to glean all available information on how he functions and whether Reeve is talking directly to me, so be it.

It’s possible I got some things right in my wild guessing since Remake—more likely character stuff than actual plot, I think—but honestly I am looking forward to being completely wrong about most things.

Also it warms my heart how much Cid and Vincent were in that trailer. Maybe Vincent won’t be spilling his major trauma immediately after we meet him?

Day 2:

Took me probably another hour to get star rank on the piano

Something about Obvious Zack Behavior is incredibly cute when it’s Cloud doing it

I feel like I may have missed a lot of crates and chests

The normal chit chat with Sephiroth and Cloud and Tifa? Omg

Trooper cloud saved Tifa’s life without her knowing!

Sephiroth saved Tifa’s life in the river and Zack saved Cloud’s life, poor nameless other guy but ❤️ Zack and boy must Tifa feel weird about that memory

I want to explore the whole Shinra mansion so badly, I found Vincent’s room and the tubes

I really like how rebirth made it a little clearer that Sephiroth snapped because Jenova started having influence on him once he reached her. Not that I’m trying to make her the villain and him the victim—pretty sure once he falls in the Lifestream, he’s running the show with all his own villainy going, Jenova’s basically The Thing—I just like that the flashes compared to flashes Cloud has had show her influence on him. I like that they didn’t go too hard in making him Evil; you can still see the underlying tragedy.

(I mean, we all know Hojo is the real villain and I think even Sephiroth would agree on that)

Also on multiple occasions I asked Sephiroth why he was so pretty

I REALLY like how those who are in the know about cloud and Zack can easily read between the lines and see what Actual Cloud did—not only showing us Random Trooper on the ground saying “Mo…” but also showing that Cloud’s memories match.

the struggle of having cloud drag himself along the ground while Sephiroth murdered people was AMAZING.

How dare they stop right there before the flashback is over. I know the point is to be tantalizing and they probably changed a thing or two but. Come onnnnnnn let Cloud deliver the cliffhanger.

(Oh, I did look at Tifa’s dresser but then said it was a joke, did not impress anybody lol. Should’ve stayed away!)

(I would like a screenshot of Cloud saying “hey Sephiroth, whatcha got there?” Sephiroth: A KNIFE

#ff7 rebirth #ff7 rebirth demo #ff7 rebirth spoilers

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spell-cleaver · 2 years

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Whumptober No. 8 EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

Read it on AO3 or on FFN instead!

Luke’s ears perked up when he heard the footsteps walk past his quarters and pause just outside the door. “Piett?” he called hopefully. “Don’t be a stranger.”

There was a sigh, but Piett would never refuse a direct order from his lord’s son. He opened the door and stepped inside, flashing a smile at Luke that told him he was exhausted.

“You look tired,” Luke said helpfully.

“I am well. It is irrelevant in the face of—”

“—serving the great and glorious Empire,” Luke droned, pulling a face. Piett tensed, watching him, like he always did when Luke talked like this. His father said Piett was rigid, but at least he was rigidly loyal. “You can serve the Empire better when you’re well rested, you know. When was the last time you chatted with anyone?”

Piett stepped inside and, knowing what Luke would ask of him, sat stiffly on the sofa opposite Luke. Luke took his feet down from where he’d been enjoying the view of the Executor laid out below him against a brilliant backdrop of stars.

“General Veers and I discussed coordination with his troop movements over caf this morning.”

“That’s not a chat.”

“General Veers and I are friends.”

“I know.” Veers was another person who always seemed uptight and angry around Luke, but Luke figured that was because he was friends with Zev, and Zev was no longer here. It wasn’t personal to him—they hadn’t spoken in years, and he was left with distant memories of playing with a dark-haired teen with a wispy moustache on a sandy beach—but it was naturally personal to Veers. “But that’s still not a fun chat.”

“We do not have time for idle chit chat in war, sir,” Piett informed him.

“Clearly not, considering how tense you look just at this. How is Veers anyway? Is he missing Zev?”

Piett stiffened further. “Any father would miss a son who betrayed him to the Rebels.”

“I know,” Luke said softly, moving his hand to his stomach. “I can’t imagine it.” He tried to—he’d wanted to be a pilot before his medical issues kicked in, so he tried to imagine a world where his father didn’t need to coddle him constantly, and his self-righteousness outweighed his sense. The Rebels wore those awful flightsuits, Luke knew; he pictured himself wearing one as he walked between X-wings. Maybe Zev would be there too: a dark-haired man coming out of the forest of X-wings to laugh at him.

Luke shook his head. Ridiculous. He could never betray his father like that. “I really can’t,” he repeated. “It seems just cruel to General Veers. I hope he’s alright—I get the sense he doesn’t like me.”

“He respects you immensely.”

Luke raised his eyebrows. “As Vader’s son, and Vader’s son only.”

Piett said, “Sir, you’re bleeding.”

“What?” Luke jerked up, then looked at his torso. The hand resting over his stomach was soaked in blood; it had trickled onto the sofa; now that his thoughts came back to the present, he wanted to vomit.

Nausea and pain fought for dominance. Before Piett could catch him, Luke doubled over with full body shudders. Not again. Not again…

“Where is your medication, sir?”

“’Fresher. Top shelf of cabinet.” He winced against the pain and tried to ground himself with something—anything—as his head started to pound as well. Knives drove into the back of his skull, but he tried to focus, focus, focus on anything that didn’t feel like having his head cleaved in two…

Piett was in front of him again with a glass of water. Luke was shaking enough that when he tried to drink, water and pills spilled all over his front. Piett cursed and tried again; this time, the medication splashed into Luke’s mouth, and he swallowed dryly, like there was a lump in his throat. Familiar darkness began to creep in around the edges of his vision, but Piett was there. When Luke clutched for his arms for support and comfort, Piett awkwardly clutched them back.

Piett knew what to do.

Luke woke up to a cool hand on his forehead and more water being pressed down his throat. He coughed, turning his hand, but the aftertaste of his headache punished him for even that tiny motion.

“Be careful,” his father ordered, pressing his hand harder onto Luke’s head. It pushed Luke’s head right back, but he let it happen. His father’s presence folded around him, and he immediately started to feel better. Pain was immaterial in the face of such comfort and love.

“It’s been two weeks,” Luke croaked. “That was longer than usual. I thought…”

“That they would not return,” Vader finished, lowering the glass of water. “I had hoped so. It appears not. I will consult with the doctors further about why your body seems intent on tearing itself apart.”

Luke could sense his anger, frustration, self-hatred. He reached out a weak hand to rest on Vader’s arm. “You’re doing all you can, Father. I’m glad you came so quickly.”

Vader took his weak hand and squeezed it. “Always,” he vowed.

There was something off about that—too intense, though his father was always intense. Luke frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“The Emperor has ordered me on a mission away from Death Squadron. If I do not want to risk suspicion, I must leave you.”

Luke nodded, though his heart twisted. “You don’t want him looking too closely and finding me.”

“That would be catastrophic.” Luke heard the unspoken words: While you are in this condition.

“I can fight,” he insisted. “You’ve trained me for years—”

“Not now. I will not lose you because your condition flared up at the wrong time.”

Luke swallowed, but he couldn’t disagree. “When do you have to leave?” he asked quietly.

“Two hours ago.”

“Then go!” He pushed him back, his strength starting to return. “Don’t risk it all for sentiment.”

“I try not to,” Vader drawled, but Luke sensed his worry—and again, his self-hatred—as he stood, turned, and headed towards the hangar.

Luke touched the back of his head, then his stomach. Both fine. The skin of his stomach was smooth and new, but at its centre was the scar again that these incidents always left. He ran his fingertips over the white and pink ridged tissue.

Piett led him back to his room, his expression pained. Luke could walk on his own, but sometimes it was nice being supported, especially if he didn’t have his hovering father around and didn’t need to prove his own independence to him. Before the door to Luke’s quarters slid shut again, Piett’s grave expression gave way to the first words he’d said to him during the trip:

“Sir,” he started, “I swear. We will find and punish the Rebels responsible for this.”

With those baffling words, the door shut, and Luke was left staring after him.

It struck again days later—far sooner than he could ever have predicted—in the middle of the night. Luke awoke from a vivid dream with his head in a vice, squeezing, squeezing until his brains felt ready to pop out of his ears. Blood drenched the bedsheets. He slammed the emergency alert button beside his bed—it would alert his father’s comlink, but also Piett’s if his father was absent—and stumbled out of bed, immediately collapsing to the floor.

He couldn’t move for several long moments, bent over double as if in prayer. Tears flooded as freely as the blood did.

He couldn’t stay here. He had to move. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he crawled towards the door of his bedroom that led to the ‘fresher. When he switched from carpet to tiled floor, the cool, smooth surface sent a shock through his system, and went slippery with his blood. He forced himself onto his knees, staggered to his feet, reached for his medication, teetering—

And fell. The bottle fell with him, spilling over the floor. Luke cursed as his head hit the tiles; for a moment, his vision shorted out like a sabotaged holocam. The pain grew sharp and acerbic, the back of his head almost caving in…

What the hells had caused this? Why had this come on in his sleep? That had never, ever happened before. He’d been dreaming—dreaming very vividly about a woman with braided hair. His father said he used to have dreams of his mother, a brown-haired senator, so maybe that was it. But she was young in his mind’s eye, the same age as him, and fierce as they threw ideas back and forth.

It must be his mother. Luke had never known her, but perhaps some distant imprint of being held against her chest let his brain concoct such an image. Perhaps she was still watching him through the Force—perhaps, like his father said so often, she was indeed proud of him.

Proud of a son currently wallowing in his own blood, vision black and red from pain.

It was that thought that finally propelled him to grope around and seize a pill, any pill, from the plethora on the ‘fresher floor. He swallowed it dry—or, not dry, because it had his blood on it—and lay back, letting his hair get drenched crimson as he waited for it to kick in.

He should ask his father about this, he thought dully, his vision spinning. His father would know why that dream was so much like a memory.

When Luke woke up, his father was there again. He always was, but—

“You’re supposed to be away,” Luke croaked.

“You almost died,” Vader responded tersely. “You have been unconscious for five days.”

“Five days?”

“Piett has kept you in stasis in bacta to prevent your injuries from growing worse. When I returned we were able to devise a plan to improve them, which is the only reason you are now awake.”

Luke swallowed. “Thank you for coming,” he whispered. “Did you—”

“My task was thankfully already complete. I had another to complete immediately afterwards, but the Emperor will forgive me a brief journey back to my ship between them. Even if he would not, I would have come.”

“Thank you,” Luke said again.

“How are you feeling?”

“As bad as always.” His headache had faded to an echo, but it was a loud echo, nonetheless. “It lasted longer before the pills kicked in this time.” Luke had never quite grasped what they did, other than knock him out so he didn’t have to feel the pain. They seemed to arrest his deterioration at the very least. “I spent a lot of time on the floor.”

“I have seen the state of your quarters. Were you in bed? Did it catch you off-guard?”

“I was asleep,” Luke said. “It’s… never happened to me while I was sleeping before.” His head jerked; the spike of pain that that caused made him wince. “I meant to ask you—I had a dream…”

His father put his hand on his forehead. “Drink,” he intoned, holding up a glass of water. “You do yourself no favours in how you treat your injured body.”

Luke rolled his eyes and huffed. “Alright, alright,” he muttered. Vader’s hand was still on his forehead, cool and comforting. As he drank, Luke felt his headache dissipate, as if the membranes keeping out the pain had been stitched back together.

“Does that feel better?” Vader asked knowingly.

“Yeah, yeah. It does.” Despite his tone, Luke smiled.

“What was it you were going to ask? A dream?”

“Oh! It was…” He trailed off, reaching back. “It was—something about mother.” Had it been? He wasn’t sure what it had been at all. “Nothing. It was just a dream. Sorry.” He flushed.

Vader’s hand moved from his forehead to stroke his cheek. “Do not apologise,” he ordered. “She would love you. It is the greatest tragedy in the galaxy that you have not yet met her.”

Yet. She was dead, but his father always spoke like this. The Sith believed in no afterlife, but Vader seemed unable to bear the idea that she could be gone from him so thoroughly. That Luke could follow her, one day.

“I know,” Luke said.

His father had to leave on his next mission—an inspection of how the Avenger was faring under her new captain—the next day. This time, he refused to go without Luke.

“If you are taken ill again,” he insisted, “I must be there. I will not risk you suffering alone as you did once more. If you are not safe even in dreams…”

Luke went with him.

Since Luke was still a secret from the Emperor, known only to the most loyal officers Vader had recruited in his coup, he couldn’t let his face be seen. If he was in any way recognisable, his father said, that put him in danger. He tagged along behind him, forbidden from speaking, wearing the large, complex helmet of a TIE pilot. It narrowed his perception dangerously, judging by how often he almost bumped into Vader.

When he was finally on the Avenger’s bridge, however, it was easier. She was engaged in a ship-to-ship battle against a small Rebel cell found on Mimban, and Luke kept his gaze on the flashing lights, the snuffing of lives beyond the window. It wasn’t soothing, but it was unnatural enough to be noticeable and grounding. He’d seen this before, he thought, but reacted with fear and horror.

His head began to ache; his stomach began to twist.

“…in the year since the unfortunate dismissal of Captain Needa, we have had a restructure of the Avenger’s staff, Lord Vader. This includes the TIE squadrons. I believe they are faster and more efficient in their current situation, but I had hoped to gain… your thoughts on it?”

The captain’s voice trailed off at the end as Vader turned away from him entirely. Luke glanced away from the exploding ships to see his father watching him; he could feel his concern. His pain faded, as did his residual horror. They were just Rebels. They deserved this.

“It is adequate,” Vader said shortly. “As is everything on this ship. You are far from the prestige of the Executor, and I will be assigning many higher skilled captains to assist you in your work accordingly. But you are more competent than Captain Needa was.”

“Thank you, my lord. His final failure was unforgivable; the loss of—”

“I must take my leave,” Vader interrupted. “With me,” he ordered Luke.

The captain was left staring after them, but Luke couldn’t regret leaving early. This whole errand was, ultimately, a chore. And while he’d been tempted to hear about the new configurations of the TIE squadrons, he knew that his dream of flying for the Empire was unrealistic so long as his condition persisted. His father would never let him risk himself like that.

It wasn’t until they were in the shuttle through hyperspace back to the Executor that Vader spoke to Luke. “It was a dull, utterly irrelevant and meaningless task”—he sounded like he was trying to convince him of something—“but one that must be done. At least it was safe for you.”

Luke thought back to the TIEs. How they’d destroyed the Rebels so methodically, like a swarm of antibodies against an invading virus.

“Last week,” Luke said. “When Piett walked me back to my room, he said that he would find and punish the Rebels who did this to me.” Vader stiffened. Luke watched, puzzled. “What did he mean, Father?”

“Piett should not have spoken of that. It was outside of his rights.”

“He was trying to be kind,” Luke pushed. “What did he mean?”

Vader drummed his fingers on the console and stared out of the viewport. He did not dare to look at Luke in the co-pilot’s seat.

“Your condition,” he said. “It was brought about by a Rebel attack.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“The medics who rescued you told me that the stress of it would likely see your brain erase the memories. I was occupied with a battle on the bridge, but the battle was to obscure the assassins who crept inside. They must have heard how powerful you were growing and feared having to face you in a fair fight. You were stabbed through the stomach and tossed into the trash compactor like refuse”—Vader growled the word—“where your skull slammed into the wall hard enough to crumble. You were rescued, but the Rebels were not captured.”

Luke’s hand drifted to the back of his head, his other to his stomach. He sat back in the co-pilot’s chair. “I should have died,” he murmured. “It’s a miracle I didn’t die.”

His father said nothing, but his silence shrieked.

“Father?” Luke pressed. “Why… why didn’t I die?”

Another few minutes—slow, careful, awkward. Finally, Vader said, “You did.”

“How is that possible? I’m—”

“Alive,” Vader agreed. “And I will keep you that way.” He finally turned to Luke and leaned forwards, seizing his wrists in his durasteel grip. “I am the son of the Force. I was promised that Death would bow to me, yet it did not, so I forced it to. But it continues to try to take you.”

Luke tried to pull away from his father’s grip so he could touch his head again, but it was too strong. “My condition…”

“I am studying everything I can for how to resolve it. Without my power continually pushing your body to hold itself together, it deviates back to the injuries that killed you.”

“The pills?”

Vader’s grip softened. “Do nothing,” he admitted. “They make it so you need not experience the pain, while others can rush you to the medbay to maintain you until I can reach you.”

“I felt my stomach start to hurt on the bridge. Is that why you…”

“I suspected you might, in that situation. But I insisted you come with me so I could solve it there and then, before you suffered needlessly.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Luke whispered.

“Your brain knows that you would be miserable if you remembered your death. I did not feel it prudent to remind you so rudely of it.”

“I’m dead.”

“No, Luke.” Vader finally released his wrists to stroke his cheek again. “You are not dead. That is the miracle we must preserve. You… are alive.”

When they returned home, Vader had an immediate summons from the Emperor to attend to, while Luke retreated to his bedroom to sleep. He did not sleep. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to wrack his brain for any memory of his death. Perhaps that was the twinge of familiarity he’d had watching the starfighters from the bridge… but he did not remember what that familiarity had entailed. There was no reason he would have it.

It meant that he was still awake which his father returned. His foul mood filled the Force like the stench of rotting food.

“The Emperor has taken interest in the young pilot who apparently accompanied me on this mission,” he bit out. “He must have a spy on the bridge.”

“The captain?” Luke offered. “Why would he be interested, anyway? You shouldn’t worry—he doesn’t even know you have a son.”

“It could not be the captain. He is far too afraid of me—as well he should be, after how poorly Captain Needa served me.”

“What does this mean? Why are you afraid?”

“Because I have yet another mission to attend to,” he spat. “The construction of the second Death Star is a waste of time, and yet I must spend my days running after it.”

“The second Death Star?” Luke asked.

Vader looked up, like he hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

“What happened to the first?” His best guess could only be— “Was it destroyed by Rebels?” Horror, again, pooled in his gut. He imagined his father flying through the trenches, getting shot out the sky…

“No,” Vader said. Luke hadn’t realised his head had started to hurt until Vader reached out to engulf him with the Force. It seemed his unravelling was brought about by worry, then, if just imagining his father shot out of the sky would trigger it. “It was destroyed due to the incompetence of those who built it. And yet Palpatine insists on another.”

Luke nodded, satisfied. His head no longer ached. “When do you have to leave?”

The answer was: too soon. Luke waved goodbye to his father yet again and tried to calm the worry in his heart.

Stupid, selfish worry. He could survive without his father. None of this changed anything about his instinctive desire to stand without him, to prove his own strength and independence. Why that was such a need for him remained a mystery, but it was.

And besides. If worry brought on his relapses, then worrying about his father’s absence would be the only thing that created the problem.

So, Luke bade farewell to him and watched his shuttle depart from the hangar just underneath the bridge. He stood at the viewport for a long time after he watched him jump to hyperspace, observing the glinting of starlight on the great bulk of the Executor’s hull. She was a beautiful ship. Watching her was soothing.

What would this Death Star his father was overseeing look like? He couldn’t imagine it would look nearly as elegant, like a knife cutting through the dark fabric of space. He tried to imagine it nonetheless and thought of a sphere the size of a moon. He immediately dismissed it as preposterous.

But it had existed, surely? Something nagged at his brain, and he was too distracted by it to notice the incoming pain. Alone, totally, for the first time in a while, he let his thoughts unravel to their end:

That image. A massive space station. A system full of debris. Look at the size of that thing, he thought to himself, and then didn’t know why he’d thought it.

What was a Death Star anyway? The name wasn’t indicative of anything good, which fit with something that Palpatine built that his father disapproved of. Palpatine was cruel, while his father was not. But Luke thought, and could not shake the thought, that it must be meant for mass destruction on an inconceivable scale. Entire planets. But there would be no one planet they would want to—

Alderaan. It jabbed into his mind like a needle drawing blood. What… why…? He wasn’t even sure he remembered what Alderaan was; the word was unfamiliar. His father and Piett had certainly never used it around him. If it was a planet, the fact he had never heard of it must mean it was remote. Perhaps it was even uninhabited. Why, then, would it matter that it had been destroyed? Who would care, if it was so remote?

Luke cared. Or rather, Luke had cared. The disconnected anger that surged inside him suddenly made him aware of the physical state of his body, the agony in his stomach, his head. He stumbled back to land on the sofa, still staring at the Executor below him in all her glory.

A flash of terror went through him at the sight of her. He couldn’t say why.

He should stop this. His father had been gone for less than an hour, and Luke was already upsetting himself to a life-threatening extent. But he kept pushing; something compelled him on. Who would mourn? Who had mourned? Who had Luke mourned with?

When he remembered Leia, it was like his raw, resurrected heart gained something it had been missing. It finally started to beat properly.

Beat, and beat, so the blood trickling out of his stomach came in waves. He doubled over, pain and confusion twin dancers in his spinning brain. The button to alert his father and Piett of another incident was on the table, less than a metre away, but Luke had no desire to reach for it.

Leia. Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. A fierce, brown-haired woman who wore her hair in braids…

And who else had been at the Death Star destruction? Because it had been destroyed by Rebels. He bled with the certainty of it. His father had lied.

His father had lied.

Biggs had been there. Biggs—a dark-haired, moustached man who used to play with Luke on a sandy… hill. Dune. It hadn’t been Zevulon Veers. It hadn’t been a beach. It had been Biggs Darklighter, on Tatooine, and on Tatooine had been—

Uncle Owen. Aunt Beru.

Old Ben—and from there followed Yoda.

Han had been on Tatooine. Chewie. The droids.

When had he last seen them? When had he ended up here, with his father, Vader having to resurrect him from a Rebel attack? When had he discovered his father at all?

Luke! Luke, it’s a trap!

The Force is with you, young Skywalker…

Luke’s eyes flew open. He wanted to be sick.

But you are not a Jedi yet.

It was a miracle he made it to the hangar. Half-conscious at best, leaving a trail of blood, noise, and possibly even guts, he thundered through the Executor like a rampaging bantha. But he didn’t need to be subtle. He just needed to be fast.

Once the everyday officers onboard realised that Luke Skywalker was in their midst, not even Vader would be able to make them forget it.

There was a Lambda-class shuttle in his father’s private hangar. Luke raced on board, slopped himself into the pilot’s seat and threw his hands over controls already red and slick. The landing ramp came up. The thrusters engaged. The hangar doors were still open, but he realised with a moment of panic that he needed permission to leave, or else they’d tractor him back in. He’d seen Vader—his father—use his own private permission codes when they went on joyrides together, though he didn’t think Vader knew he’d seen that. He punched one in.

Let them baffle themselves over why two of Vader’s codes came through in the same hour. There were a thousand potential reasons, and the Empire’s policy was to not ask questions.

He took off, cursing the stupid slowness of Imperial slugs. It drifted airily out of the hangar even as Luke pushed its speed to its limit, every second drilling into his head. He could barely think.

His comlink—not his, the comlink Vader had given him—was chiming. He answered before he could think not to.

“Luke?” Piett asked. He sounded worried. “The blood sensors in your quarters triggered. Are you alright? Did it happen again? I’ve already contacted your father…”

There were blood sensors in his quarters? It made sense—Luke wasn’t always in the state to get to the button—but it hammered something home. He hadn’t known about them.

“I just got alerted that one of your father’s codes was used to leave the hangar. Luke, I repeat: are you alright?”

Luke was out of the hangar by now, thank the Force. He jabbed coordinates—any coordinates, any at all; Tatooine?—into the navicomputer and watched it start calculating. Two minutes til freedom.

How many minutes til death?

“Your father is on his way back here,” Piett kept saying, apparently hearing Luke’s hyperventilating as a sign that he needed such reassurance. “Sir, please, if you can tell me—”

“Are you sure you want to call a Rebel sir, Admiral Piett?”

Piett was silent for only a moment. He was too disciplined to let things like surprise shake him. But that moment stretched out forever, as Luke stared at the calculating navicomputer.

“Skywalker,” Piett said finally, sharp and commanding. “Return to your quarters immediately. If you are indeed experiencing another unravelling, you will die without immediate attention from Lord Vader.”

“Let it happen,” Luke snarled. He wanted to unravel it all. The secrets, the lies, the memories that had been balled in a tiny corner of his mind, the cells that stacked together so carefully to form a healthy human being…

“I am sending TIE fighters to escort you back to the hangar—”

“Belay that order, Admiral,” ordered another voice. Luke’s heart swooped. Vader had been patched in. A moment later, he saw his shuttle dive back into realspace. He must have turned around immediately when he received Piett’s alert. “Luke, return to your quarters at once.”

“I have my kriffing memories back. Don’t act like I’m your son.”

“You are my son.” He sounded remarkably calm, though Luke could sense the rage and fear roiling in him.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“You know that I am not lying.”

“Then why would you—” Luke suppressed a scream. Fathers didn’t do this. “Was everything a lie? I died on Bespin, didn’t I?”

“You… fell.”

“I jumped.”

“Your skull shattered against the bottom of the shaft simultaneous with a weathervane impaling your torso. Your body was long cold by the time I retrieved it, and yet you live.”

“You wiped my memories! You bound my life to you!”

Every time he had started to remember the truth, pushing up against the bounds of Vader’s power, his body had come apart again. Back to the corpse he had been. Back to what he’d decided to be rather than his father’s dutiful Sith son—a choice that Vader had robbed him of.

“I saved you, Luke. It is a miracle that you are alive. I will not have you risking yourself again. Return, instantly.”

“No!”

His father’s cool tone once again belied the intense desperation Luke could sense. “Do you think this is the only time you have remembered?”

Luke took in a sharp breath.

“You will return to me one way or another. Come back. I do not wish you to experience the pain you are currently in.”

“Never,” Luke hissed.

Vader didn’t hesitate. “Very well. Admiral, fire when ready.”

The words snapped through Luke. When he finally registered what they meant, it was too late. The Executor shot at him, straight for his engines, and he was folded in an embrace of hot metal and flame.

Luke opened his eyes and groaned. He felt like he’d been cooked alive, torn apart cell-by-cell, then hastily reassembled.

“You were,” Vader said tightly. He had his hand wrapped around Luke’s, sitting quietly at his bedside. “It is a miracle you yet live.”

“Father.” He turned to him and tried to smile with sheer relief through the bacta patches on his face. Reached up a hand to touch them. “What happened? Do you have a mirror?”

Watching him carefully in case it upset him, Vader reached for the tiny mirror on the stand beside the bed. Luke looked at himself. At least his whole face wasn’t burnt: the bacta mainly slathered his cheeks. His hair had largely grown back, thick and dark brown, which was a miracle if he had been cooked alive. Under one of the bacta patches, he could see his beauty spot had regrown, exactly in the same place as his mother’s.

“The Emperor found out about your existence,” Vader said. “He… attempted to assassinate you. Your ship was destroyed.”

Luke swallowed. “What did he do to you? Are you alright?”

“I am well. I killed him.”

Luke’s brows creased. “How? How long have I been out?”

“A month,” Vader said casually as Luke gaped.

A month had dropped out of the galaxy, just like that. While he was unconscious, the Emperor had died. He sat back, head spinning.

“I have already announced you as the new prince. Nobody can deny you are my son—you are a part of our empire.” That last sentence was said intently, almost sinisterly, but Luke’s head was still spinning.

“Are we heading to Coruscant, then?” he asked, sitting back. A plan for the future would be reassuring. He’d never been to Coruscant, and the idea of the planet seemed magical in his mind.

“Not yet. We are going to Naboo.”

Luke frowned. “Naboo? Why?”

“Because I am certain, now. You are ready. I am ready. And the Empire needs an Empress.” Vader stroked Luke’s cheek—the cheek with the beauty spot on it. “Luke. It is time for you to finally meet your mother.”

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salvadoerena · 8 months

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hey! this is chance & here’s week 2’s prompt. pick one of your ocs. are they open to other people’s perspectives? do they go out of their way to learn new things?

I'll go ahead and talk about William since I'm writing a sort of origin story for him right now!

So William Byrne Jr is the son of William Byrne Sr, a fairly successful lawyer/notary in Rosemead. He was raised in a very traditional and conservative manner, but had an incident in his young teen years that really amped up that conservative upbringing (plot twist: it was a gay thing). So, naturally, he ended up being more closed-minded and comfortable with the status-quo.

Outwardly, at least.

Inwardly, William is livid. He's angry at himself and his family and his hometown. He hates how others look at him and how he has to put on a facade in order for the townspeople to treat him normally/fairly. It's through his sheer forced normalcy and his father's business/reputation that William was able to scrape by with a fairly neutral reputation. Once he started picking up his father's work and became a notary/lawyer himself, people started viewing him a teensy bit better.

Okay now that all that context is out of the way, onto the meat of the question:

William loves forgery.

He developed a strong sense of justice following the incident and isn't afraid to forge legal documents if he feels that the terms are unfair. He has a habit of going to taverns to listen in on gossip/idle chit chat and get to know the people in town both as a defense mechanism (how can I fit in here) and as a way to inform himself of what the situation is. "Okay I'm here for the Richardson Ranch acquisition, but is Lorry dealing with them fairly?"

While he's not going too far out of his way to learn new academic things like languages, history, art, etc, he's fairly invested in learning about the culture and laws (both legal and social) of where he's going. One, because it helps the business and two, because, again, youth trauma. He may be open to learning about new perspectives and the like, but it doesn't mean he'll agree with them. He might just nod politely and go "What an interesting perspective! I will be sure to not take that into account."

It's by doing this very thing that he ends up getting roped into becoming a pirate on the Ellina. When James and his crew dock in Stonesend, he ends up getting a taste of the "wild and reckless" freedom that Ellinacrew (as I affectionately call them) enjoy. For him, unapologetic and authentic self-expression was too intoxicating to turn down--as was Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome Emmanuel Cervantes. So, he does what any good 30yo repressed lawyer/notory Jr does: he runs away.

Anyways! Here's a little excerpt from the story:

They were knocking over the drinks without a care in the world, and William found himself once again enraptured. By now, the musicians had joined in as well, drumming and fluting away while the crowd supplemented it all with cheers and claps of their own. He fingers itched for his own fiddle to join in, and he cursed himself for leaving it at the inn. They weren’t supposed to be here anymore, so what were they doing still here and leaping from table to table? He looked around their original table, hoping for some sort of explanation. There were four others still in their seats: a man with brown hair who seemed to hate the song just as much as William did, his seemingly-amused friend who pat the poor man’s shoulder in apology, a taller man with a shaved head that lamented his spilled drink, and lastly— William wanted to throttle himself for not bringing his fiddle. Emmanuel was sitting at the table as well, hands clapping along and his face somewhere between fond, exasperated, and unsurprised. He seemed to be watching the fiddler more intently than the singer, or the boy, and something akin to jealousy, or desperation flared up in William. He looked around, searching for anyone that may have had a spare fiddle, or flute, or—or gods’ offcuts he would have even settled for a piano! Out of the corner of his eye, William saw the bartender put some cutlery away and, without thinking, he nearly lept over the bar and snatched two spoons from him. He ignored the bartender’s angry shouts and, steadying himself, quickly downed the rest of his cider. If he made a fool of himself, well, he wouldn’t be coming back. Taking the spoons in his hands, he took a moment to find the rhythm quietly to himself, before he began to play them loudly, in earnest. A few heads turned towards him, and he felt himself flush, but more importantly the table—Emmanuel’s table—still had not turned. He braced himself. ‘Oh gods William you must have dined with Seamus tonight,’ he thought to himself. Then, he leapt onto the nearest table and continued to play. Both the woman and the fiddler stopped, briefly, surprised that some outsider had joined their revelry, but William had almost forgotten about them. Emmanuel was looking at him, now, hands frozen just before a clap. William kept the rhythm. Emmanuel let out an errant laugh, and began his clapping once more. That seemed to tear the others out of their brief stasis, and their singing and dancing started up once more with even greater fervor.

#ask #digital-chance #seraetia #william byrne #long post #writing

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androxys · 1 year

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I posted 782 times in 2022

That's 782 more posts than 2021!

159 posts created (20%)

623 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 779 of my posts in 2022

#reblog - 575 posts

#dc comics - 466 posts

#chit chat - 199 posts

#tim drake - 151 posts

#batman - 106 posts

#moving blogs - 106 posts

#dick grayson - 96 posts

#star wars - 73 posts

#stephanie brown - 44 posts

#ao3 - 39 posts

Longest Tag: 92 characters

#or that it’s some psychological symbol that it appears in tim’s narrative but not in bruce’s

My Top Posts in 2022:

I am being SO normal about the Sandman trailer and release date :)))

71 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

I think if I could somehow mail a single TPB to every Batman fan on the planet for them to really read it would be the Death in the Family/Lonely Place of Dying trade paperback collection.

Like, I’m not saying that these stories are The Best Batman Stories Ever Told, or even that they’re particularly good. (I personally think LPoD is a great story, but that’s neither here nor there.) I do think, however, that these two stories are foundational to SO much of the modern Batman mythos as we know it (or interpret it, as it may be) and people are at a disservice by not understanding

a) That Bruce loved Jason and that Jason’s death was an unquestionable, morally indefensible tragedy

b) That Bruce went Totally Bonkers immediately afterwards, to the point of Superman having to get involved

b.2) That Batman and Superman are more than just co-workers, and that they’re actually friends

b.3) That Superman and Batman still have to exist within larger systems (though this point and everyone’s personal take on the whole U.N. situation varies, because sometimes comics sure make bad choices)

c) That Bruce was devastated by Jason’s death, and went into a death spiral of his own

d) That his friends--namely Alfred--did in fact see this happening and were summarily rejected by Gruff Bruce

d.2) I wish that, in this fantasy world, I could also mail The Caped Crusader Vol. 1 so that people could contextualize what Bruce was like immediately before and immediately after Jason’s death, and how people like Gordon reacted to this obvious and immediate change.

e) That people could see the actual origin of Tim Drake. Like, really, what he actually did rather than all the misconstruction and fanon telephone that is natural, but not entirely correct. This would then hopefully have the consequence of informing everyone’s understanding of Tim’s place as Robin--yes he’s a little crazy. A little intense. A little over-eager and afraid at the same time. But very importantly a character defined by connective tissue.

f) That Dick and Alfred have very interesting roles in those two stories. I mentioned Alfred already in DotF, but in LPoD those two are also cruising on the crazy train (both the normal vigilante one and the dead-Jason express) and picking up speed.

f.2) There’s a lot of Dick character work that happens here in short order--his circus roots, his relationship with the Titans, and then the beginning of his relationship with Tim as brothers. But it also establishes the way that Dick cannot become Robin again, that he can’t regress--Nightwing is who he’s supposed to be. Not being Nightwing, the identity he created for himself, is a disservice. This will color his time at Batman, and dovetails neatly into his held truth that he cannot save Bruce from Bruce.

f.3) Alfred is an interesting case study here in how quickly he jumps onboard with Tim, considering how opposed he is to Bruce’s self destruction in the endless war on crime... unless he views Tim and the dangers of Robin as an appropriate stopgap to hold Bruce from absolute destruction. That sure is a lot of burden to be put on one teen, however, so there’s another interesting wrinkle.

g) That this trauma never goes away. Even once Jason comes back in Under the Red Hood, the pain of losing him is still something that all of the aforementioned people still deal with because the death of a child is something you never fully get over. And it’s not like Batman didn’t try to do anything--he was fully ready to kill Joker. He was ready in the U.N. building and then left him for dead on a crashing helicopter. That’s part of what makes Jason’s return in UTRH so tragic, but the potency of that tragedy (you didn’t avenge me, Bruce) is amplified.

Anyway, this got to be much longer and much closer to a rant than I anticipated, but this thought has been rattling around in my head since I saw one too many things that made me think “this person has not actually read A Death in the Family,” so this is my soapbox.

104 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

Forget being normal about your partner, I want whatever River “if I have to harm you I will suffer more than every other living being in the universe so instead I will destroy reality” Song has going on

149 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

I don’t have many headcanons, but I do think that Alfred smoked when he was in the military. He quit when he went to work for the Waynes for a variety of reasons, namely the danger of second hand smoke to a small child and the hypocrisy of smoking while being employed by a doctor. Years later, he swore he was having his final cigarette outside the police station while an eight year old Bruce gave the detective his statement. He broke that promise when he chainsmoked an entire pack waiting for Bruce to fly Jason’s body back from Ethiopia.

378 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So I just got the notification about Spotify now having audiobooks, and not to have a knee jerk reaction and shoot from the hip, but don’t give Spotify your money. Download Libby and use it if you have a library card. If you don’t have a library card, as a librarian I feel inclined to tell you to go to your local library and get one! They are almost always the low price of free. Libby is also the low price of free. Don’t keep throwing money in the Spotify pit.

If you’re a person aged 13-21, I also just want to plug the Brooklyn Library’s Books Unbanned project where you can get a free eCard, because it’s such a cool program. Anyway. I’ve typed all this in like five minutes and am going to get a snack. Don’t keep giving Spotify your money when you can support your local institutions who will get you this stuff for free

812 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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I know you’ve talked about how all the Cullen pairings are eventually going to implode - glad someone said it - but I was wondering if you wanted to talk a little bit about what you think Meyer INTENDED with the pairings - tropes and whatnot? And what you think would have to change in her narrative to make what was intended what we actually saw on the page? Or — what do you think each cullens’ Perfect Spouse would actually look like?

Anon is referring to this post.

And well, you've certainly given me quite the challenge.

Some Musing Ramblings Before We Begin

Sort of like asking me to make Dramione work, I'm not sure I'm the person to ask this. Anyone who reads my work knows that... well, that's a lie, every story I secretly write is a love story. But it's not Twilight in any way shape or form.

Twilight simply isn't a story I would set out to write. This isn't a good thing or a bad thing, it just is, which means that asking me to make Twilight work the way Meyer intended is probably not your best bet.

But I'll try regardless, it's what we're here for.

Bella/Edward

Meyer intended Bella Swan and Edward Cullen to be the best and brightest of all the pairings in Twilight. They have the love and devotion of Carlisle and Esme, the physicality and sexual attraction of Rosalie and Emmett, and are such a grand love that even depressed Marcus takes note. This is the love story that drives the entire series.

Edward is an improvement upon Carlisle, a Carlisle with even better control, and the most beautiful man you ever did see. He's also a gentleman, a man of his time and from an era where chivalry was alive and men courted women. Bella is one of those disturbingly altruistic people who makes you feel bad about yourself just by being in the same room. She's incredibly selfless, kind, and also quite brave.

Together, despite their ups and downs and the many obstacles in their way, they're disgustingly perfect.

However, that's not what we get. On Edward's end he's... Edward about loving Bella. On Bella's end, she has no idea who Edward even is but she does know he's beautiful and special.

And to get what Meyer actually wanted... Christ, Anon, I'll try.

So, the first problem, if Edward was truly a good person then Twilight would never happen.

Edward would have his first day of Biology, miraculously maintain control, and flee to Alaska as he does in canon. However, he would not return. Edward in canon returns due to his budding obsession as well as his wounded pride, in fleeing Forks he feels he has lost to Bella. When Carlisle later points out that a girl's life is on the line, that Edward is foolishly endangering this girl solely for his ego, Edward refuses to acknowledge this.

A good man would never have returned from Alaska, the Cullens would have moved in short order, and Bella may or may not have died in a parking lot or in Port Angeles.

That said, what if Bella is not, in fact, Edward's singer? Then there's not this constant debate of him eating her or his creepy, budding, obsession with his personal brand of heroin.

Well, the trouble with that is that Edward would then never notice her. Even were Edward not a colossal dismissive dick, required per this ask, Bella is one mortal out of many and someone he shouldn't grow close to. Associating with her just exposes her to unnecessary danger from him and his family. Edward is a guest in our world, nothing more, and a kind Edward might chit chat with her in Biology but even if he had a growing crush he'd keep his distance.

As he tried and failed to do in canon, actually.

Basically, change Edward alone, and it's not enough. The Edward Meyer wanted would never get together with Bella. At least, not without a lot of AU-sauce.

But let's look at Bella for a moment. Bella's character also has to be entirely stripped down. The Bella of the books is extremely depressed and her infatuation with Edward is fueled in part because of this. Edward's obsession with her gives her worth.

Obviously, in this new and improved edition of Twilight, Bella can't use either Edward or Jacob for validation. She has to be able to stand on her own two legs. If she does use either for validation, then the relationship must come to an end, as she and her significant other realize just what it is Bella's doing.

The trouble is, what does this not-depressed Bella have to fall in love with? Yes, Edward's beautiful, and that certainly goes a long way, but in canon he's a dick. Bella even thinks to herself that he's a complete dick (even when he's trying to be charming). Luckily for Edward she later decides that this is cryptic and therefore appealing.

Well, in AU land, Edward might be so damn charming that Bella likes him anyway but we come back to Edward keeping her at a polite distance.

So, what we need is a terrifying villain. Let's call him Angelus (though per Twilight this would probably be James). Angelus is a vampire that will force Edward's hand. For whatever reason, he decides to torment and ruin Bella's life, ending the hunt in either eating her or turning her into his bride. Angelus' existence forces Bella to be in the know and for Edward to have to take extreme action.

The pair become closer, grow through undoubtedly horrific trauma, and through said trauma Bella understands not only the pros of being a vampire but the terrifying cons.

Basically, it'd be this story. Just replace the name "Carlisle" with Edward and "Edward" with James.

Alice/Jasper

Alice and Jasper are supposed to have this ineffable, mystic, connection where they're together because... Alice saw them together. And in a way, that's true, but it's supposed to be a thing of beauty, soulmates if there ever were any, and instead it's this dumpster fire with nothing holding them together.

This one's easier in a way, well, sort of. Alice would have to be a completely different character and we'd have to see a lot more of Jasper.

Alice has a bad habit of treating those around her, even those she loves, as chess pieces. She'll put them in significant danger, court their misery, so long as it gets her the future she wants.

And she's extremely controlling.

Right away in the opening of Midnight Sun we see this and how it affects her and Jasper's relationship. The novel opens with Alice hovering, scanning the future for Japser fucking up, while Jasper just sits there in misery. Due to her obsession on making sure Jasper doesn't eat students, she actually misses Edward's plan to massacre Biology and his many plans to eat Bella Swan.

Even if she wasn't, this isn't good for anyone to live with. Jasper has very little concept of free will, whatever happens to him, whatever he'll do, Alice tells him and the worst possible option is always on the table.

For Jasper/Alice to work either Alice's gift needs to go (and that's... sort of all Alice is) or she has to tell no one any vision ever unless under extreme circumstances.

Which would be devastating for Alice. Rather than this mostly well-adjusted, perky, girl, Alice would be crippled by her gift. The weight of the world, everyone's free will, rests on her shoulders and she has to constantly avoid temptation to simply pick everyone's future for them.

Without the attitude Alice has in canon, I think she'd go mad with such a gift, or else be consumed by the responsibility of it.

Then we get to the mess that is Jasper. Jasper's complicated, and I don't want to get into it here, but his love story would have to be... too large to be put to the side like that. The redemption he'd need is not one that can be shoved into a few paragraphs told to Bella, it's frankly the kind of story that would drive an ordinary story.

So we'd have to see a lot of Jasper and Nouveau Alice. Which, of course, detracts from Bella/Edward which is the main point of the story.

Honestly, I take it back, there's no salvaging this relationship. They would have to be completely different people to the point where they're entirely different characters wearing nametags 'Alice' and 'Jasper'. Alice couldn't have her gift, which informs her entire character, and we'd have to see way too much of Jasper who is ultimately a tertiary character.

Carlisle/Esme

Thoughts on Carlisle/Esme.

Carlisle and Esme is a very 'spiritual' relationship per Meyer. They're... mom-bot and dad-bot. Alright, fine, they're the perfect parents with this deep love for each other and a very parental bond with Edward especially. It's the relationship Edward admires the most in his paired off family.

I don't even know how to fix this one.

Again, they'd have to be such different people. The trouble with Esme and Carlisle is that they share no values and are plagued by massive miscommunication. The Carlisle who is perfect for Esme... No, wait, this Carlisle is perfect for her, but that's because she's in Esme Land.

The Carlisle that would be perfect for a grounded Esme is not the one that exists. She'd want someone who would always put the family first, who would treasure her above all other things, that's not Carlisle.

Carlisle, similarly, would want someone that truly shares his ideals. That's not Esme.

So, we're back to nametag land, because one or both have to completely change for this to work. (Not to mention that Esme's probably not supposed to be Esme).

So, I've got nothing for this.

Rosalie/Emmett

I actually think these two are what Meyer intended. They love each other but are mostly held together by attraction. They're a very physical couple and good for the most part but inherently lesser than Bella/Edward.

Sure, I'd argue that they're the most put together couple in the house, but I think they're meant to have flaws. They work well together, but every other relationship in the Cullens has to be a step up or at least have something more to it.

Something Edward and Bella can be better than.

Conclusion

Dear god. Did I only manage to somewhat address Bella/Edward? Was that it? This was worse than I thought.

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isaac is bad at feelings

it goes like this: you get sad, you text isaac, he comes over and makes it all better.

feat. stiles, who knows the vibes

🎶 telepatía - kali uchis 🎶

The morning afters were always the same.

I usually woke up first. Sometimes I climbed out of my bed and carefully tiptoed into the bathroom, where I sloshed a bit of mouthwash, rubbed the gunk out of my eye, and slipped back underneath my sheets before Isaac woke up. The first face he’d see was mine. I did what I could to make it look kind of okay.

It’s not that I thought he would judge me if I looked bad. He wasn’t that kind of friend. He was just the kind of friend I fucked on occasion, when we both had nothing better to do and found ourselves lonely and a little unloved.

We both had a bad habit of avoiding the heaps of repressed childhood trauma that lurked in the dark corners of our minds. Some days were harder than others. On those days, sometimes the only comfort we found was in each other. And what were friends for, if not that?

Isaac stirred awake. He blinked twice, clearing the sleepy haze shrouding his eyes. His eyes focused on me and his face broke into a marshmallow sweet smile. He looked adorable, and I was as fond of him as ever.

He was laying on his side. The morning sun peeked through the blinds, reflecting off the floating stardust in the air. The light landed on Isaac, his sandy brown curls and his sporadically freckled skin. He was golden. In the moment, he looked younger, warmer, unburdened, happy.

“Morning,” he said. The sound of his greeting came out deep and gravely. His morning voice was, as always, a bit much.

“Morning,” I hummed.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not too long.”

“That’s good. I guess it’s not as creepy to watch someone while they’re sleeping if you do it for not too long.”

I laughed. “I wasn’t watching you. Just, casually observing. You look really peaceful when you’re sleeping, did you know? Like, peaceful and serene and beautiful.”

Isaac raised his brow playfully. “Beautiful? Are you trying to be romantic? Is that what we’re doing now?”

I snorted and rolled over to face away from him. “No way.”

The weight shifted on the mattress as he scooted closer and his soft lips brushed against my shoulder. Isaac’s chest was warm and solid, protective behind me.

“I’m just kidding,” he said softly. “Anyway, you’re the one who looks beautiful when you’re sleeping. Also when you’re awake. Anytime you’re existing, really.” His lips trailed up my shoulder and he brushed my hair away from my neck to kiss me there. A hand snaked around my torso and turned me over to face him.

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Whatever. You’re just complimenting me because you have morning wood and you want to fuck.”

He tsked disapprovingly. “Way to ruin the moment. You’re always so quick to doubt my motives. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to take a compliment.”

I shoved him back lightly, flipping us over so I was straddling him around his waist. “It’s not your compliments that I want.”

Pushing Isaac’s boxers down his thighs, I positioned his already swollen cock at my wet entrance and slipped him inside me. Isaac emitted a shuddered breath as I took in all of him. I pushed up and brought my hips back down, creating a slow rhythm.

Isaac sucked in his breath. “Fuck, fuck, come here.”

He tangled his fingers in my hair and brought down my forehead to rest against his. I braced my hands on either side of him and rolled my hips. Isaac pinched one of my nipples, twisted it between his fingers and kneaded my other breast.

I sighed in pleasure, arching into him as a familiar sensation pooled underneath my stomach. I moved my hips faster. Isaac steadied my urgent movements with his arms locked around me. He held me still so he could pump into me from below. I sighed in pleasure. From this angle, I felt him deep inside me, felt every ridge, every vein on his cock against every inch of my walls.

“Oh god, fuck, Isaac, please,” I moaned pathetically. My nails dug into his shoulders while he slammed into me. It was a lot. It was always a lot, in the best way. I still wasn’t used to the fact that my fuck buddy was a teenage wolf-human hybrid with lots of energy to expend in the morning, or really at any point during the day.

In the corner of my eye, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. If we took too long, we’d be late for school. Reaching under me, I rubbed my clit and moved my hips with Isaac’s.

“Isaac, please I’m so close, please don’t stop, right there…”

Isaac rutted his hips and sank deep into me, and then we were both coming with strangled groans. I felt his smile against my skin, mirroring my own that he couldn’t see.

~*~*~*~

Later that morning, I drove us to school, rolling my eyes when Isaac said that it’d be faster if he just carried me on his back and ran there.

“You can’t carry me,” I said. “I’m not skinny.”

“And what of it? Your body’s amazing,” he replied without missing a beat, “and I would, and could, carry you anywhere.”

I chuckled. “Whatever, wolf boy.”

“Your car really is a piece of shit.”

I lightly punched Isaac’s shoulder. “My car’s fine. You’re free to get out and walk your ungrateful ass to school.”

Isaac rubbed his shoulder and chuckled. “So um,” he said hesitantly, “thanks again for letting me come over last night.”

I frowned. “You know you don’t have to thank me for that.”

“Yeah, I do. I just don’t ever want you to think I’m using my nightmares and my issues as like, a pick up line to get into your pants or something. I would never take advantage of you.”

Briefly, I glanced over. He was looking at me with a peculiar expression. He looked sincere, and because I was emotionally stunted, it made me uncomfortable. I chuckled to dispel the tension in the air.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “You’re not taking advantage of anything. I do what I want, nothing more or less. You don’t have to treat me like I’m a virginal princess and you’re like, some big bad wolf stealing my flower.” I laughed at the idea that Isaac could ever be predatory in any way. “And it’s not like I don’t need you too. We’re there for each other because we’re friends. We’ll always be friends.”

“Friends. Good, that’s good…” Isaac trailed off.

“Um, is there something else you want to tell me?” I asked. It sounded like there was something unsaid lingering in the air.

After a few beats of silence, Isaac casually replied, “Nope, that’s it. Just wanted to make sure we were alright, that’s all.”

That wasn’t all. I could detect the slight uneasiness in his voice. I knew in my gut something was off, but I was a coward, and I hated confronting people, so I didn’t. Instead, I decided to turn up the radio and pretend everything was fine, while a tiny little knowing voice in my head mocked me the rest of the car ride to school.

~*~*~*~

The ominous feeling from the morning stayed with me throughout the day. At noon, I waited for Isaac to show up in the cafeteria at our usual lunch table with the pack. After waiting fifteen minutes, I started to get a little concerned.

I turned to Erica. “Have you seen Isaac? He’s not answering my texts.”

Erica smirked. “Worried about your boyfriend?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“So I’m just supposed to believe you sneak a boy into your room every night to chit chat and do homework? Are we that innocent?”

I shrugged. “I can be innocent.”

Erica laughed. “You haven’t been innocent since we were fifteen. But I think I saw Isaac earlier headed to the boys’ locker room.”

With that information, I left to go find Isaac, briskly walking through the hallways. I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks, suddenly wishing I’d never left the safe confines of the cafeteria.

I was about twenty feet away from the locker room entrance where I saw Isaac standing in front of a girl, his hand on her waist, her lips near his ear giggling and whispering, his face buried into her neck. And then he kissed her. In the middle of the hallway in front of everyone, not caring who might see them. Not caring if I might see them.

I stepped backwards until I was shielded behind the wall. I was hurt, but I didn’t even feel like I deserved to be. Isaac and I weren’t together. He was free to do whatever he wanted. We were just friends. I told him so this morning.

I mentally smacked my forehead. My own stupidity always came back to haunt me. This was what Isaac was trying to tell me in the car.

I returned to the cafeteria and sat next to Erica and stared blankly at my lunch tray. I didn’t know how to feel. There had always been this unspoken rule between me and Isaac that we wouldn’t keep secrets from each other. He had told me he didn’t want to take advantage of me but that’s exactly what it felt like.

He was messing around with another girl. For all I knew, there were many other girls. And he had kept it a secret. His withholding information by default made the scales uneven. Before, everything felt balanced and fair, but now, the dynamic felt different. I trusted him and he didn’t give me the same trust back.

If Isaac was just a casual friend, it wouldn’t hurt this much. I naively thought he and I had something different. I thought he was different.

Erica gently shook my shoulder. “Babe?” I felt too embarrassed to even look at her. “What’s wrong? Did you find Isaac?”

“Oh um, no I didn’t uh, I didn’t see him.” Erica soothingly raked her nails across my back and I relaxed into her touch. There was no way she bought my bullshit lie, and I loved her for not pressing me about it. “Hey um, remember last week when you said I should start dating again?”

“Um, yeah. You said you weren’t interested though, right?”

“I did say that, but I am now,” I said. “But I’m not exactly interested in dating someone. I just need a distraction, you know?”

“Hm,” Erica said. “That can be arranged too. But what changed your mind?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing really. My old distraction isn’t working for me anymore. I need something new.”

~*~*~*~

Erica suggested I meet up with one of one of her old casual hook-ups. When she first told me who it was, I was flummoxed. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense when Erica told me I should go out with Stiles Stilinski.

Since Erica pre-approved him for me, I knew he was someone I could trust and someone who probably knew what they were doing. I wasn’t super close to him either, which would help with avoiding another Isaac situation where I was too enmeshed with the person. Overall, Stiles was a pretty ideal distraction.

It turned out that he was also pretty into the idea of us linking up. My phone kept vibrating with his texts the whole time I drove home from school. As I walked to my room, I opened my unread messages, except ones that were from Isaac.

3:20 pm: Hey, this is Stiles. Well you probably knew that. Unless you don’t have my number saved

3:22 pm: Which isn’t a big deal considering we’ve never really talked that much

3:25 pm: Anyway Erica just texted me and told me that we’re hanging out tonight?

3:25 pm: We as in you and me, not me and Erica. That’s been over for a long time

3:26 pm: We didn’t date or anything don’t worry

3:26 pm: Anyway what I’m trying to say is that I’m totally down. I’m just a little confused

3:30 pm: Are we going out, like out out? Or are we just hanging out? Or is it like what Erica and I used to do?

3:34 pm: Sorry I’m making this weird. I’ll just pick you up tonight around 8 for dinner. Cya then :)

I was reading his last message as I opened the door to my bedroom, chuckling at Stiles’s messages, when I jumped backwards and yelped at the sight of Isaac laying casually on my bed.

“Jesus, you scared me,” I muttered. He simply grinned.

“Sorry, but I think it’d be fair to say you’re easily spooked.”

I stared back impassively, ignoring his playful quip. “What are you doing here?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

Isaac shrugged. “Had nothing to do after school.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, so it’s just a convenience thing? You just show up whenever you want when you have nothing better to do?”

Isaac frowned and sat up. “You never had a problem with me showing up here unannounced before. What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“Nope,” I lied. “I just don’t have time to deal with you right now.”

I knew why he was here. To him, I was just an easy fuck. No different than the girl he was pressed up against at school and probably the countless other girls who gave him full access to whatever he wanted. “I need to shower and study.”

“Okay? I’m not stopping you. I need to study too. We can study together.”

I turned on my heel and lifted my shirt over my shoulder, walking topless to my hamper to discard the garment. “I don’t have time to study with you. I’m going out later.”

After unzipping my jeans and pulling them down my legs, I threw them on top of the pile of dirty laundry. Standing there in my bra and underwear, for the first time, I truly felt naked in front of Isaac. I’d grown so accustomed to him seeing me without clothes on that it stopped phasing me, but I couldn’t get the image of Isaac kissing another girl out of my head.

I always used to feel so safe around him. For once, I felt vulnerable in front of Isaac.

“You’re going out?” Isaac rose to his feet. “With who?”

“Stiles.”

Isaac blinked. After a few moments, he said, “Oh I’m sorry, are you not kidding?”

“Why would I be kidding?” I challenged.

The corners of Isaac’s mouth turned down in a thoughtful, indifferent frown. “I just didn’t know you two were close like that.” Isaac scoffed again. “Wait, I’m sorry, I can’t get past this. Stiles? How the hell did that happen?”

I chuckled, remembering that Isaac and Stiles hated each other. “He’s cute, and I like him. He texted me earlier, so we’re going out.”

Isaac shook his head. “I feel like you’ve lost your mind, but I suppose I can’t stop you.”

Just like you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving your tongue down random girls’ throats, I thought bitterly.

“So, are you gonna fuck him?”

I snorted. “Excuse me? How is that any of your business?”

“It is if we’re fucking.”

My jaw fell open. “Holy shit, you’re unbelievable. You know what? We’re not anymore.”

“Seriously?” When I didn’t respond, he laughed in disbelief. “You’re joking. You can’t be ending this over Stilinski.”

“I’m not. I just don’t want to do this anymore.”

Isaac blinked. “You know I can tell when you’re lying right?”

“Whatever. I don’t care if you’re listening to my heart rate or reading my perspiration levels or my scent or whatever. None of that means anything. What matters is what I’m telling you, and I’m telling you this is over. You should leave.”

For a brief moment, Isaac looked taken aback, hurt evident in his slightly wide eyes. “Come on, you don’t seriously mean that.”

He stepped forward and I stepped back. He looked surprised again. He walked us backwards until my back met the wall. He lifted his hand and with his pinky, gently brushed a stray lock of hair from the side of my face. I turned away and placed a hand on his chest.

“Isaac, I don’t…” Faintly, I tried to protest. I really did. But Isaac Lahey was not someone who made it easy to resist. He lifted my chin and softly pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back, a sudden impulse fueled by longing and self-loathing overriding my will power. I pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, groaning when his hand slid down my back and squeezed my ass.

Somewhere in the room, I heard my phone send out a loud text notification ding!. Oh right, reality.

I shoved Isaac’s chest and pushed him away. He stumbled slightly, his face full of confusion and sadness. I felt a twinge of remorse. At the end of the day, I didn’t want to hurt him. There was a soft spot in my heart and Isaac had made it his home a long time ago. But I couldn’t do this anymore. It was too painful.

“Just go please,” I said quietly. This time, he listened.

~*~*~*~

At 8 o’clock, I saw Stiles parked outside my house. I knocked on the window of his jeep, and in doing so, inadvertently scared him. Stiles jumped and hit his head on the roof of his car. I heard a muffled “what the fu-oh hey!” I gave him a guilty smile and a small wave. He rubbed his cranial injury and fumbled with his door handle, finally managing to step outside.

“Hey,” he said. “Sorry about that. I was on my phone and I wasn’t paying attention and… you look really pretty.” He cleared his throat. “Is that okay to say? Because we’re sort of friends and now we’re going… out…? But not like, going out, not like that. Unless um, are we? Because Erica kind of implied that this was just to... you know... I mean, it’s totally possible that I misconstrued her words and we are actually going out? Or… fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

Poor kid.

He’d texted me about 10 minutes ago to tell me he was in front of my house. He was early and I was nowhere near ready. After I had finished combing mascara through my lashes, I looked at myself in the mirror, mostly indifferent at my reflection, but a little disgusted. I wasn’t thrilled by the idea of using Stiles to distract myself from Isaac, but it’s not like Stiles was naive. He was Erica’s fuck buddy once upon a time. He knew the vibes.

Erica was supposed to tell Stiles this was purely a hookup, casual and unofficial, but considering he wanted to pick me up and take me to dinner, some signals might’ve gotten crossed.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Hey, Stiles, relax. It’s only me. I just needed to get out and have some fun, no pressure. We’ll figure things out as we go, okay? And thank you! You look nice too.”

I reached up to adjust the collar of his flannel button down. He smiled at the gesture, and I noticed for the first time that he had a really nice jawline. There was also a cluster of moles on his face and his neck, sixteen in total. Cute.

“Thanks,” he said shyly. “So, shall we?” He jogged to the other side of his car and held open the door, beaming back with a toothy grin.

I giggled, and the tension in my shoulders unfurled. There was nothing to fret over. This was Stiles, the least intimidating person ever.

Everything was going to be fine.

~*~*~*~

My “date” with Stiles was going surprisingly well. He let me play my music in his car, lovingly calling my playlist a “pretentiously indie softcore mess.” I pretended to be offended and played three more Bon Iver songs just to spite him.

At dinner, we slid into a booth at a colorful diner. He ordered a hamburger, a chocolate milkshake, and curly fries, then made fun of me for ordering a veggie burger, water, and sweet potato fries. I playfully punched him in the arm when he tried to steal some of them.

“What kind of self-respecting woman would I be if I just let you steal my food right after you made fun of it?” I quipped.

“First of all, I was making fun of you, not the food,” I gasped in mock offense. “And second of all, I just wanted to understand how you could give up meat and dairy for something that looks like dog food and cardboard. Now I’m making fun of your food.”

I snorted. The thing about Stiles was that even when he was roasting you, he had the unique ability to put you at ease, just by virtue of treating everyone the same way. He could be sarcastic and blunt and unnervingly confrontational, but he was that way towards everyone. Maybe if I hung out with him enough, those qualities would rub off on me.

“How dare you?” I said. “Just for that, I’m stealing some of your fries.” I reached across the table and snagged the biggest curl of greasy potato from his plate.

Stiles stared at me blankly. “If you wanted real fries, you could’ve just ordered them.”

“Hmm, it’s more fun this way,” I said cheerily.

“Wow, I have half a mind to out of this diner right now, but you’re cute, so I’ll allow it.” He leaned back against the booth and grinned. I smiled shyly at the unexpected compliment and stared down at my lap. “So, what’s your deal?” he asked.

I looked up. “My deal?”

“Yeah. Erica hits me up out of nowhere and tells me to take you out, which I don’t mind at all. We’ve just never been particularly close.”

I nibbled on a fry. “What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me why we’re really here.”

I paused. “You’ll judge me if I do.”

Stiles tilted his head to the side and crossed his arms over his chest. “Unless the reason you’re with me right now is that you need an alibi for a murder scheme, I probably won’t judge you, but even then…” I gave him a small smile and shrugged. “Here,” he extended his pinkie, “I promise I won’t judge, okay?”

I laughed and twisted my pinkie with his. “Okay.”

I told him about the casual arrangement I had with Isaac, getting jealous after seeing him kiss another girl, asking Erica to set me up with a distraction, getting into a fight with Isaac, and finally ending our whole arrangement.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yep.”

“First of all, Isaac Lahey? Doesn’t deserve you. You could do way better. Second, should I be offended or flattered that I’m just being passed around to different girls as a distraction? And third…” Stiles reached forward and laid his hand over mine, “I’m sorry this is all happening to you. I know what it’s like to see the person I’m into be all over someone else.”

I was nodding along until he said the last part. “Wait, what? I’m not into Isaac,” I said incredulously.

“Yeah, you kinda are. Why else would you be upset that he kissed someone else?”

“Um, because he hid it from me?”

“Nah, I’m not buying it.”

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and tried to retract my hand from his.

Stiles grinned and gripped my hand tighter. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay to have feelings for him. Just don’t fall in love with me too, kid.” He winked.

I tried to give him an unimpressed stare, but I couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled out of my throat. “I’ll try.”

“I know, I’m pretty hard to resist.” Stiles looked me dead in the eye, grabbed his milkshake, opened his mouth to take a sip and missed the straw completely, aimlessly moving his head and searching for it with his tongue. I laughed at him so loud that people gave me judgmental stares.

~*~*~*~

After we left the diner, we climbed back into his jeep. I graciously allowed Stiles to turn on the radio. In the spirit of our mutual dislike for Isaac, we loudly sang along to “I Don’t Fuck With You.” I realized I hadn’t felt sad about Isaac the entire time I’d been out with Stiles. Erica was right; he was the perfect distraction.

We were still parked outside the diner. I looked over at Stiles. Suddenly, I had the overwhelming urge to lean over the console and kiss Stiles on the cheek, so I did. I started moving away, but before I could, he surged forward and connected our lips. We were kissing for about four seconds before he pulled away.

“Sorry,” he said. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s cool,” I said, licking my bottom lip. Stiles tasted like the strawberry from his milkshake. “Wanna do it again?”

His mouth parted slightly. He looked surprised. “Really?” Without answering, I closed the distance between us and kissed him again, on his lips this time.

I grabbed the back of his neck and mushed our mouths closer. His lips tasted sweet. His sugar-coated tongue slipped into my mouth. He placed his hand timidly on my bare thigh where my dress had ridden up.

Stiles was a good kisser. I liked the feeling of his hands on my body and his lips on my lips, but even in the midst of all this, I couldn’t help but be reminded of Isaac, kissing him just this morning because we had woken up in the same bed together.

I tried to get my mind off him and focus on what Stiles was doing. Stiles kissing the corner of my mouth, Stiles grazing his lips against my jaw, then my neck, every once in a while tasting my skin with his tongue. He was sucking on my collarbone when my phone started buzzing in the cup holder.

I tried to ignore it, but against the plastic container, it was rattling obnoxiously. I pulled away, despite Stiles’s little whine of protest. “I’m sorry, let me just turn it off-oh.”

“What?” Stiles asked.

“It’s Isaac. What do I do?” I asked, a little panicked.

“I want to give you unbiased advice,” Stiles said, “but I currently have a boner, so my interests are a little biased at the moment.”

I ignored the call, but the moment was already ruined.

~*~*~*~

Since I couldn’t get back into the mood, Stiles offered to just drive me home. The car ride was silent and awkward and sexually frustrating all at once, and it was all Isaac’s fault.

“I’m sorry,” I said as Stiles pulled into my driveway.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault your ex boy toy takes every chance to screw me over.”

I chuckled. “Guess we’re both getting screwed by him.” I nervously picked at chipped polish on my nail. “Hey Stiles?”

“Hm?”

“Do you maybe wanna come inside?” I asked before I lost my nerve, hoping Stiles would understand what I was really asking him.

Stiles licked his lips. “Really?” Seemed like he understood pretty clearly.

I shrugged. “Offer’s on the table.”

Stiles pursed his mouth and squinted at me. “Do you wanna do this just to get back at Isaac, or are you actually into me like that?”

“Is it bad if I say both?”

“Maybe, but I’m no better, because I do want to come inside. Your house. Not-” I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter. “Shut up,” he muttered, which only made me laugh harder.

I reached for the door handle, but Stiles stopped me. I was confused until he jogged around the front and opened my door for me again. “If this is how polite you are on all your dates, you must get laid all the time.”

“You know how I do,” Stiles said, making me snort. He wove his fingers through mine, and we walked towards my front door. When we arrived, I nearly tripped and fell, because the last thing I expected to see was Isaac sitting on my doorsteps.

“Jesus fucking christ Lahey, are you kidding me?” Stiles said, grabbing my arm to steady me. “You’re creepy as hell, you know that?”

Isaac remained expressionless. He stood up and dusted off his khakis. “Really, I’m creepy? You stalked Lydia for years and she didn’t even know your name.”

“What did you just-” Stiles sputtered.

“Alright,” I interrupted before they started throwing fisticuffs. “Isaac, what are you doing here?”

He frowned. “I was waiting for you. I didn’t think you’d bring him back with you.”

“He is my date, which I told you before, and we had a great time, so I invited him in,” I said in a clipped tone.

“To get back at me.” I froze. “That’s what you told him in the car, right? Why are you getting back at me? What did I do?”

I looked down. “Nothing,” I mumbled. “I don’t know.” The silence stretched on. Beside me, Stiles was impatiently tapping his heel. He exhaled loudly.

“Really?” he said. “You’re both gonna do this now, right before I was supposed to get laid?”

Stiles was fed up, which became abundantly clear when he cursed our “unnatural capacity to be stubborn little shits.” He grabbed our arms and led us inside. He marched us up my stairs to my bedroom and told us to sit down. He stood in front of us with the authority and sternness of a school vice principal.

“We are going to resolve this right now,” Stiles stated.

“Resolve what?” Isaac mumbled. “I didn’t even do anything.”

I snorted. “Yeah right.”

Isaac turned to me. “What’s your problem?” he asked. The fact that he had the audacity to ask like he still didn’t know was infuriating. I was over it.

“Your face,” I muttered. I was aware I sounded like a child. I didn’t care.

“Oh, that’s mature. My face is your problem?”

“Yep.”

“Well your face sucks too.”

“That’s not what you said this morning,” I retorted.

“That’s because you weren’t acting like this this morning.”

“Well your face was better this morning.”

Isaac looked absolutely vexed. It was almost funny. “What does that even mean?”

“Holy shit,” Stiles said. “She’s mad because you kissed another girl. And many others possibly, but she saw you with someone at school today. That’s why she’s mad.”

“Stiles, what the fuck?!” I sputtered as he exposed me.

I felt my face get hot. I turned to Isaac, who was looking at me with his mouth parted in surprise and awe. This was so fucking embarrassing.

“Look,” I said, “you don’t have to explain yourself, okay? We never set any rules for what this was, and I just assumed we wouldn’t be seeing other people. So it’s fine. I’ll get over it.”

I scooted backwards on my bed until I reached the stack of pillows near the headboard. I locked my arms around my knees and hid my face. In the silence, I heard faint mumblings and harsh whispers. Lifting my head, I watched Stiles and Isaac engaging in an inaudible argument of accusatory finger pointing and other frustrated hand gestures. I ducked my head again. I couldn’t face the mess I’d made.

The weight on the mattress shifted. I felt a presence to my left. A hand rested gently on my arm. I looked up. It was Isaac, looking at me with a guilty expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. I wasn’t messing around with anyone else in the beginning. That started a few weeks ago.”

“If you wanted to mess around with other people, you should’ve just told me. I thought we were close enough that you could tell me anything,” I said, unable to keep the sadness out of my voice.

“I didn’t want to mess around with other people. I only did it because I started having feelings for you.”

I froze. “You what?”

Isaac sighed. “I like you. A lot. I couldn’t tell you because I know you only think of me as your friend. I did try at one point to stop what we were doing, but I wanted you too much. But it was killing me not to tell you, so I got sad, like really sad. I couldn’t tell you I was basically in love with you, and I didn’t want to deal with how depressed it was making me, so I started messing around with other people. I fucked up.”

“You’re in love with me,” I repeated in awe. Of all the things I expected him to say, that information was nowhere on the list. “I can’t believe it.”

Isaac winced. “Look, you don’t need to address it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or feel obligated to comfort me or anything. I’ll deal with it on my own. I don’t want things to change between us just because of this.”

"But things have changed,” I said, thinking out loud. “Because I love you too.”

Isaac blinked. “You do?”

I nodded. “Yeah,” I laughed in disbelief. “I think that’s why I was so mad. I didn’t even realize I had feelings for you until today. Stiles figured it out first. Oh shit, Stiles.”

Stiles raised his hand like a teacher just called on him for attendance. “That’s me,” he said.

“Oh god, I’m sorry you got caught up in the middle of all this,” I said.

Stiles shrugged. “No worries. Erica said there was a possibility I would get laid, and it was with you, so I was down for whatever. Actually I’m still down if you two are about to fuck.”

I sputtered. My entire face felt like it was on flames. I laughed nervously. “You’re still down to what?”

“To fuck.”

“Fuck who?”

“Fuck you. And Isaac.”

My eyes darted back and forth between the two boys currently on my bed. What did he just say? “What did you just say?” I squeaked.

Stiles blinked. “What? Haven’t you ever had a threesome before?”

“Haven’t I-? No, of course not! That’s freaky, even for me.”

“Really? Oh. I just thought, considering you have a reputation for being kinda promiscuous, no offense.”

I glared at Stiles. Full offense.

“No seriously, it’s not a bad thing at all. We all have an inner slut and there’s nothing wrong with expressing that. I’ve had lots of threesomes before. I’m sure Isaac has too.”

I snorted. “No way. Isaac’s too vanilla, right Isaac?”

I turned to Isaac. He grinned guiltily. “Uh, actually.”

“See,” Stiles said, smirking.

My jaw dropped open. “How did I not know this about you?”

Isaac shrugged. “Never really came up. It’s honestly not a big deal.”

“Wow, I feel like such a prude right now. Who’d you even do it with?” I asked.

“Scott and Derek,” Isaac answered.

My jaw fell open again. “And you, Stiles?”

“Scott and Erica.”

“Wow, Scott really takes care of his pack huh?”

Stiles laughed. "He takes his true alpha status to heart. But anyway, you don’t have to do it. I’m just saying, it’s fun, and I personally am horny and down for whatever.”

“I…” Thinking about being with Stiles and Isaac at the same time made something flutter in my lower stomach. I glanced at Isaac, questioning him silently. He smiled and shrugged casually in an I’m-down-if-you’re-down kind of way.

I inhaled.

“Okay. I, yeah. I’m in."

Isaac grinned. “Well this is a surprising turn of events. Just to clarify,” Isaac gestured at the empty space between us, “we’re together right? Now that we’re both in love and all?”

“That is correct, yes,” I said matter-of-factly.

Isaac leaned forward and kissed my shoulder.

Stiles clapped his hands. “Alright, alright, congratulations to the happy couple. Just a reminder: I made this happen. You guys owe me.”

“Was your 3-way suggestion not your way of collecting?” I asked sarcastically.

Stiles shrugged. “Only if it goes really well.”

“Jesus,” I said, rolling my eyes. “So uh, how do we do this?” I wiped my palms on my bed sheet. Starting off sweaty. Less than ideal.

Stiles stood up and walked around my bed towards us. He unbuttoned his flannel with each step and discarded it on the floor. Okay, straight to the point.

“Don’t be so shy,” said Isaac sarcastically, but watched Stiles with anticipation.

Stiles grinned before cradling the back of my neck and leaning down to kiss me. “Oh right, acting shy to get girls is more your style,” Stiles replied, with no real malice in his tone. It almost sounded like they were flirting with each other.

Isaac rolled his eyes. He turned to me, caught me watching him. His expression changed, becoming softer. He leaned forward, his lips gently trailing down my neck. Stiles laid me flat on my bed. They both laid on either side of me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Isaac asked.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I want you. Both of you.”

part 2 is coming.

#daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman #dylan obrien #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan obrien imagine #stiles stilinski smut #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey #I COULDNT POST THE LAST PART WHERE THE 3WAY HAPPENS IM SORRY #ITS TOO S*XUAL????#i'll post it later after i make it less uhh *intense*

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onestepfcrward · 2 years

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future lifestyle headcanon dump.

eventually shadow will make space colony ark a base of operations for himself. he really has almost everything he needs up there (besides a social life) i think for a time he wouldnt go up there unless it was for specific reasons (because trauma and bittersweet associations) but i like the idea of him eventually getting to a point where he’s okay with being up there and it becoming like his version of a batcave kgjsd.

he goes there to maintain his equipment (such as his hover skates & inhibitor rings) as well as keep an eye on his chaos energy levels. i just like the idea of him like... resuming Gerald’s studies. because he wants to better understand himself and what his capabilities & limitations are. he’s a little obsessed with making sure he’s always in pitch perfect condition so. self maintenance on the ultimate lifeform + may or may not of repurposed old tech GUN had originally confiscated from the professor. hell maybe even SHADOW teaches himself to understand this tech so he can have his own gadgets.

he is always trying to expand on his chaos powers and see what all he can do with them. he prefers to have range, to be flexible with these things. (at some point i need to make a headcanon dump of all the abilities he has because this hedgehog is op as shit LMAO)

the simulations i mentioned in this older headcanon post that the scientists would put him through --- he still puts himself through them to keep his skills sharp. oddly enough he finds doing them a little cathartic, comforting even. i kinda like the idea of him having a shard of the phantom ruby used to power the simulations and make them more complicated & unpredictable. keeps him on his toes.

he turned the control room into a bit of an office of sorts. its usually where he works on paperwork that has to do with his rehabilitation foundation he’s working towards establishing. the nice thing about chaos control is he can just blip from the control room back down to earth wherever he’s needed or being called upon for something.

speaking of, he keeps a communicator on him that keeps him in contact with those affiliated with his work, as well as government officials.

in said control room office, he has framed pictures of past loved ones in there. pictures of maria, gerald, rouge, sonic & co. y’know, people who had an impact on his life when they were still alive. he keeps them in his memory. he also has like... documented files on each of them that he made. mainly because he has the paranoia in the back of his head that one day he may lose his memories again, or loses sight of himself again... and he doesn’t want to lose those people entirely. so he has a backup plan prepared in case something like that ever happens. he’s also very protective of this information and doesn’t allow just anyone to have access to it.

shadow only really rolls up to the fight to deal with the big threats. to deal with the things that he feels other heroes can’t. otherwise, he’s more-so interested in his own goals to make the world a better place. kinda like in idw, he has a habit of popping in and out of the situation once it’s resolved. he doesn’t really stick around for chit-chat. cut the head off the snake. dive head first into the lions den. he can do it because he’s the ultimate lifeform and he was designed for this.

in his free time, he tries to challenge himself to continue learning about things. he tries to stay up to date on his education and whats going on in the world, but he’s still pretty old-school in terms of interests. the Sinatra is never gonna leave this hedgehog.

socializing... how do you do that. shadow is and has never been great at connecting with others, it’s difficult for him because he’s one of a kind. that said, he realizes he kind of... NEEDS that connection. to stay grounded. it’s not an easy realization for him, because he’s always going to be SHADOW and he’s always going to carry the title of ultimate lifeform, the idea that he is the perfect creation who needs no one or nothing. but maybe, a couple hundred years later when all his loved ones are gone (again) and he’s distanced himself from people in order to protect his broken heart... he may find himself drifting from the path he’d started to pave for himself. it occurs to him, in his darkest hour, that he simply can’t afford to do it completely alone, even though ultimately he is. he needs that presence in his life to remind him what he’s fighting for. what he’s trying to achieve. and he finds it in new people who come into his life.

his chao reincarnates over and over. he’s lucky enough to of fostered another immortal creature that he’s forged a tight bond with. and it becomes a real crutch for his emotional state. the longer time goes on, the more important that chao becomes to him, and by god does he become even more fiercely protective of it as does it become of him.

#⭐ — you can dig so deep for scars. ❪ headcanons. ❫#tempted to make a tag for future stuff... because thats something id be interested in exploring at some point #also need to do an updated reference for what he looks like in the future

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ririkutai · 3 years

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Saeran AE Good Ending Choice Walkthrough

Hello everyone! I’ve decided to share the walkthrough on Tumblr as well, because I received a message about reddit being blocked in some countries! I wasn’t aware! So here! Cheers!

I've since edited the guide to include some the Sad Endings, Bad Endings, Normal Ending, as well as the good ending. Currently this guide sits at 9/10 total endings for Saeran's AE. I've included chat times, save locations, as well as choices. If anyone complies the guide and shares it elsewhere, I'd appreciate a shoutout as this took some time! Feel free to @me anywhere as Ririkutai <3

The way to get Bad Ending 1 is by taking Rika's side and not wanting to leave Saeran's side. The trigger lies somewhere between day 2-3, but I'm uncertain of the specifics.

Cheers!

Day 1:

There are two sad endings on this day!

SAVE HERE! DON'T DO ANYTHING YET!

Time: 00:00 x2

Strange Meeting

· I’ll bring Saeran with me for the meeting

· Let’s save that part until Saeyoung returns

· Saeyoung owns all the rights

· Please be safe, Saeyoung

· I have a bad feeling about this

· Do you think the leader of Mint Eye is related to this?

· Did we, Saeran?

· Saeran, my sweet

· But first, we should discuss how to save…

· Is V still gone?

· Something’s fishy

· Make sure you check V’s luggage!

· Be careful on your way!

· We should keep our eye on V

· Let’s stay alert, Jaehee

· For some reason, I’m kind of uneasy

· What are you doing right now?

· I’m nervous, too

· I hope we can take plenty of pictures in the future

· I love you, too

Story Mode:

· Where is V?

· We never fight. I trust Saeran (Saeran Heart)

· Well, I did talk a lot

· Maybe it is her…

· I know it feels weird, but you must free yourself from your past

· Saeran, don’t you think we should tell them?

· What are you thinking?

· Is there anything you know about Saeyoung’s whereabouts?

· Try holding breath just a bit longer

· V… Why are you doing this?

Please Wake Up

No choices

Story Mode:

· Wake up

· Try to wake up

· Saeran

· I held my breath, like you told me

· I’ll help you

NOTE RELOAD THE PREVIOUS SAVE AND Select all options that aren't doubtful, don't hold your breath like Saeran suggests, fall like everyone else, and be sure not to move in the hospital. This triggers Sad Ending 1

Time: 9:45

Can We Trust Him?

· I don’t think I can rest, when I…

· I’m kind of tired…

· By the way, is there something wrong with the…

· Was it a hacker!?

· Could it be the secret agency...?

· Does that mean we need to be careful…?

· Traitor (Saeran heart)

· So you handed over the information of this…

· What did you expect? You tricked us.

· Prove to us that Saeyoung…

· And you are trying to pull Saeran into danger (Saeran heart)

· Are you talking about Rika?

· No! He will never do that! (Saeran heart)

· He’s gone again | (Selecting, "Maybe he really wants to help you." Gives a V heart, but I'm uncertain how it affects the rest of the route)

· But you can’t let yourself get into this (Saeran heart)

· I’ll be waiting, my love (Saeran heart)

Time: 11:23

Did She Change?

· Come on out, hacker! Fight me! | (Selecting "Go away, V!" Gives you a Saeran heart, but I'm uncertain how it affects the route)

· Oh, a bad guy! Time to say hi

· He knew we won’t ever trust him again

· Are you still obsessed with Saeran?

· And you’ve done horrible things to Saeran

· And you expect me to believe that?

· Sounds like you are inviting him into a trap | (Selecting "I must admit, you are persistent." Gives you a V heart, but I'm uncertain how it affects the route)

· You really don’t give up do you?

· Fact remains that you are far from normal (Saeran heart)

· No! Stay away! (Saeran heart)

Story Mode:

· The question is whether you should make... (Saeran heart)

· So, are you going to save Saeyoung?

Time: 16:05

Rika and V’s Reunion

· Rika! You can’t stop our love!

· Are you here to tell Saeran to leave again?

· Do you have any idea how bad she hurt Saeran? (Saeran heart)

· You should first explain about Rika | (Selecting "How is Saeyoung?" gives you a Saeyoung heart, uncertain how it affects the route.)

· Do you know Saeran does not have a family picture…

· But Rika's standing is very different from... (Saeran heart)

· But what about you? What about your life? (V heart)

· You do need balance for a relationship as well

· Are we witnessing the birth of a new savior...? (Saeran heart)

· It’s the prime minister isn’t it? | (Selecting "Could it be the agency?" gives you a V heart.)

· We will save everyone!

· There’s no doubt V, Rika, and the prime…

· Yay! Let’s talks! Just the two of us!

Time: 17:57

Rika’s Selfish Happiness

· What are you plotting with…

· I will go with whatever Saeran chooses (Saeran heart)

· He might leave by the time the rest of RFA…

· But we are always together (Saeran heart)

· Are you sure you have reunited with V?

· So nobody ever saved V (V heart)

· Maybe you wanted people to recognize you and tell you...

· That's good, but... V looked desolate

· What do you really want to become?

· Cough, cough calories

Time: 19:11

Secure Chat Just for Us

· Hey, we’re back

· Good job. Now lets use this room…

· What? Doesn’t that mean our enemies are huge?

· Of course you are… We have four bad guys…

· That's right! Let's go save Saeyoung! (Saeran heart)

· Then let’s get going! (Saeran heart)

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

Story Mode

· What if your trauma returns? (Saeran heart) | (Both options give a heart though!)

· I remember both of them (Saeran heart) | (Both options give a heart still!)

· I love you, Saeran

· This might turn out to be reckless (Saeran heart) | (Both options give a heart. This boi is full of love)

NOTE RELOAD YOUR PREVIOUS SAVE AFTER SECURE CHAT JUST FOR US And select "Then let's leave. Let's leave everything, instead of saving Saeyoung.", "Yes.", "I'll be fine. I want to be happy with you. That's all I'm asking for." To receive Sad Ending 2

Time: 20:44

Different Perspective on the Past

· Rika… You’re back

· I’m not sure if this is the best time…

· Do you remember what it was like back then?

· Were you happy even without Saeyoung?

· I guess you did miss her. You didn’t separate willingly… (Saeran heart)

· Family is not something you can replace like objects...

· Now I’ll be your family (Saeran heart)

· You’ll be a great parent (Saeran heart)

· Alike? How?

· You are still obsessed with him?

· Saeran is not like you (Saeran heart)

· It feels like you’re inviting us into a trap

· She might make you her prisoner…

· Can’t we stay a bit longer?

· Okay

Story Mode

· Don’t you think we should head straight to this…

· V provided his apartment to them?

· V would’ve thought everything by himself…

· It’s the agency!

Time: 21:56

Unbelievable Peaceful Chit-Chat

· V? What brings you back here?

· How come you own that place?

· Did you get scammed by any chance?

· I’d thought you plotted it

· I think it’s fake news

· But the prime minister and the agency are attacking..

· Jumin will be beyond shocked (Jumin heart)

· That’s where the root of all evil…

· You brought someone else to that apartment?

· I’m so glad Jumin did not turn out like…

· A dark magician!

· Do you think this news will be highly detrimental…?

· It’s not a good thing to play deaf to what you…

· Can’t you give me one last clue…

· If only Jumin…

· One day you will pay

Story Mode

· What is this place?

Time: 23:05

The Most Important Thing

· Saeran? You’re gone

· I’m fine. When I’m with you, my joy… (Saeran heart)

· Why not break through the windows?

· What do you think will happen to us… (Saeran heart)

· I hope by tomorrow at least one…

· Regardless of the truth…

· Do you think the other members of RFA…

· They’d be shocked mostly by the fact…

· But I chose to come with you (Saeran heart)

· Yes. Because we will never stop loving… (Saeran heart)

· You are also important to me, Saeran (Saeran)

· Please be safe, my darling (Saeran)

Story Mode

No Choices

Day 2:

There are two Sad Endings on this day

Time: 00:23

Unexpected Guest

· Saeyoung?!

· How did you get in here?

· Saeran! We have an intruder!

· Let’s find out what we can from him!

· Are you here to hack this room…

· Do you know Saeyoung?

· Charlie the 3rd?

· Is Saeyoung safe?

· Is Saeyoung in mortal danger?

· Are you going to tell the agency…

· Tell us something! Anything is fine!

· I think you were

· No! Please, help us! (Saeran heart)

· My heart breaks whenever I think (Saeran Heart)

· And you will make that promise (Saeran heart)

· Are you telling him to instead save himself?

· But we don’t want to spend the rest of our lives…

· Are you going to report everything from this…

· But let’s not give up (Saeran heart)

· No, I’m gonna wait for you! (Saeran heart)

Story Mode

No Choices

SAVE AFTER THIS STORY MODE

Time: 2:22

How to Use Vanderwood

· Is that why you wanted us to log in…

· I don’t think that guy is very thorough…

· Vanderwood betrayed the agency! Like this? (Saeran heart)

· What if he’s stupid? What if he…

· I know you said that because you care… (Saeran heart)

· That’s right. He might help us once he… (Saeran heart)

· And it was all because Rika brainwashed…

· I’m sure Saeyoung was also manipulated by false information (Saeyoung heart)

· It must have been awful after you… (Saeran heart)

· Back then you were not ready to…

· I’m also getting this strong feeling.. (Saeran heart)

· I also had a feeling they…

· Please help us once, Vanderwood! I know… (Saeran heart)

· And a good expectation will manifest… (Saeran heart)

· Please!!! (Saeran heart)

· Nah, you’re the only one who thinks…

· Yeah, and now let’s get busy with our…

Time: 8:00

Zen is Awake!

· Zen!! Are you awake??

· I’m just grateful you are awake

· Maybe Saeran and I shouldn’t have left (Saeran heart)

· Could you please report it to the media?

· That’s right! Bring it on… (Zen heart)

· Not yet… It might be a trap

· It turned out the agency is…

· Don’t be disappointed with yourself

· Thanks for trying to look

· Okay. Now we are going to save…

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

Story Mode

· Yeah. Are you?

· Yes. I am not letting you go by yourself

· Are you the boss…

· We were told you will be in mortal danger…

· What kind of deal did you…

· You mean you’ll send them to…

· You want them to live caged lives…

· Saeyoung… You’re sacrificing yourself… (Saeyoung heart)

· But we cannot leave you here, Saeyoung

· We don’t have a choice. There’s nothing we can do…

NOTE RELOAD YOUR SAVE AFTER ZEN IS AWAKE And select: "This seems familiar...", "You can go ahead...", and "Okay." To receive Sad Ending 3.

Time: 9:45

Vanderwood’s Suggestion

· Vanderwood?

· Are you here to help us?

· How do we know this isn’t a trap?

· Your agency is a nightmare

· But won’t you get in trouble…

Story Mode

· What do we do now?

· But he just won’t care for himself

· Do you think we can trust Vanderwood?

· Let’s do that. For some reason I have…

· Let's put our faith in him. We're not leaving...

Time: 11:37

Saeyoung is with Rika

· Why are you here?

· Is it because you were scared…

· He wanted to save his brother

· You kidnapped Saeyoung!?

· Poor Saeyoung… He was manipulated (Saeyoung heart)

· I will never forgive the agency

· But the prime minister might…

· What drug?

Story Mode

· Saeyoung told the agency about the top secret…

· Are you sure we can trust you?

· Is it to put him to sleep?

· I have to be away from Saeran? I…

· Why would you do that? That’s exactly what happens in…

· I’m scared…

· Why don’t’ we go back to the hospital and… (Saeran heart)

· Why don’t we go back to C&R and…

· …No. We’re in this together (Saeran heart)

· I'm going to keep you safe, Saeran

Time: 13:15

Jumin Han is Here

· Rika has Saeyoung.

· Sorry. I can’t tell you (Jumin heart)

· Wow! I knew you’d be fit! (Zen heart)

· I bet you felt betrayed

· On a scale of 0 to 10

· Is your father really related to

· You mean you might lose..

· He didn’t betray us. He’s become his father’s… (Saeyoung heart)

· Did you hear anything from Saeran?

· What’s your secret?

· But you must have an emergency plan..

· I understand… You have lost…

· But if you put yourself in his shoes

· Let me know once you hear something

NOTE RELOAD AFTER THE STORY MODE FOLLOWING UNEXPECTED GUEST, AND SELECT ALL OPTIONS THAT INSULT/DOUBT VANDERWOOD. Do not agree to let Vanderwood help you. Do this to receive Sad Ending 4

Story Mode

· Where is Saeran right now?

· What do you mean, you lost the other…

· Why did you bring me here?

· You tricked me! (Saeran heart)

Time: 15:33

Vanderwood in Trouble

· You tricked me! (Saeran heart)

· Whose side are you on?

· Couldn’t you let both of us go?

· What do you mean?

· What happens if you get…

· Admit it – You’re a nice person

· But it’s adorable… I really want to see (Saeyoung heart)

· You’re returning the phone?

· Run and survive!

Story Mode

· I hope Vanderwood will be alright

· Saeran will never give up

· You are simply trying to make your dream… (Saeran heart)

· RFA might expose everything about

Time: 18:00

Rika’s Request

· Jumin, cheer up…

· They’re not coming

· Don’t you feel guilty?

· Yeah, unlike you. (Saeran heart)

· You were a great actress (Saeran heart)

· But do you really need those twins..

· But you cannot decide how they will (Saeran heart)

· I believe Saran will save… (Saeran heart)

· Saeran, if you read this… Don’t ever give up (Saeran heart)

· Just who led Saeyoung to the agency….

· Do you feel anything about RFA…

· Jumin will feel so betrayed (Jumin heart)

· Just because you say sorry… (Saeran heart)

· Saeran… I’m okay. (Saeran heart)

· V… Does that mean I cannot…

· Thank you, V (V heart)

· V… Are you really okay with everything..

Time 19:00

RFA in the Corner

· I’m waiting for Saeran

· You took in that gas again?!

· Maybe it’s a bluff

· Well, it’s not a perfect time for him to chat..

· I feel so bad for the twins…

· The agency is no easy opponent

· And we have no way to prove that we’re the good guys :’(

· That was a very brave…

· No talking on the messenger!

· How is Elizabeth 3rd? (Jumin heart)

· Maybe we should do that…

· We should stay away from…

· Calm down, Zen

· As soon as you do that he’ll be knocked…

· It’s okay. Don’t worry

· Vanderwood?

Story Mode

· Do you think Saeran will be here?

· Look behind

· Okay, okay…

· But you won’t be happy if someone tries to control

· Saeyoung? Are you awake?

· But he needs you

· Tell me.

· But how? You don’t have the right…

· I’m scared. That phone is the only tool you have…

· V, please… You have to help us

· V, you know this isn’t the answer

Time: 21:02

Why We Need Saeran

· You are so cold-blooded!

· Until when will the agency…

· Do you think he’s watching the messenger?

· Are you going to tell him to be silent and come find you?

· He will never give up… Not while he’s alive

· The problem lies with the life in a box (Saeran heart)

· But I don’t want to leave Saeran! (Saeran heart)

· This is too cruel… Finding this place…

· What are you gonna do now?

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 23:13

Did RFA Give Up?

· Did you hear anything from Saeran? (Saeran heart)

· You’ve made an excellent choice (Saeran heart)

· I feel bad for you, Zen (Zen heart)

· Is there really nothing else we can do?

· Please stay healthy, Zen (Zen heart)

· But we need Saeran here first

· :’(

Story Mode

No choices

Day 3:

Time: 1:02

Rika Wants Saeran

· The RFA won’t be using…

· They suffered a lot regarding…

· The agency is the biggest problem,

· You might think it’s protection, but..

· I wonder where Saeran is.. (Saeran heart)

· Maybe later

· No thanks lol

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 6:04

A Ticket Unused

· Saeran!!

· Are you safe?

· Are you really coming here?

· I love you too! (Saeran heart)

· You should be happy with me

· Why would you say that? I’m scared (Saeran heart)

· You’re gonna be here?

· But right now, we have to focus on surviving (Saeran heart)

· Okay… I’ll remember that

· Great! But...

· Okay… I’ll stay awake and wait

Story Mode

· I’ve missed you

· [Munch munch]

· If you keep making fun of me, you’ll pay for it

· No, we deserve to be happy

Time: 8:51

Saeran is Here

· Saeran! But this channel…

· Rika… Please let Saeran in…

· What took you so long?

· I think they’re putting him…

· We should be true to ourselves… (Saeran heart)

· But now RFA has nothing…

· I bet Rika doesn’t want to…

· She’s the seed of all pain!

· Are you avoiding the subject?

· One we reunite, I never want to…

· What freedom?

· You don’t want to repeat your past

· But Rika wouldn’t like that (Saeran heart)

· You hate Rika and V, don’t you? (Saeran heart)

· Okay, if that is what you choose… (Saeran heart)

· I’ll be waiting

Story Mode

· You should trust Saeran

· I’ve missed you

· Can’t you let me stay…

Time: 11:11

Rika’s Return

· Rika, where are you?

· You didn’t torture him, did you?

· Maybe he’s going to hurt them!

· Saeran will cause no harm (Saeran heart)

· I’m going to run with Saeran

· Ugh! I hate what’s happening!

Story Mode

· Do you have to do this?

· Saeran… wake up

· It must have been shocking and sad (Saeran heart)

· Saeran… one day you’ll be free and we’ll be… (Saeran heart)

· Only me and Saeyoung? (Saeran heart)

· What do you mean you’ll

· Why?

· RFA didn’t give up on you

· So did you make it?

· It’s too dangerous (Saeran heart)

· No, let me distract them!

· If Saeyoung brings down the agency..

· ….

· This so sad

Time: 12:48

Weight of the Past

· I’m so sad…

· And you left Saeran like this..?

· Hi, Saeran...

· Can I have your voice instead?

· Did you have to go this far?

· Saeran decide to leave past in the past (Saeran heart)

· It’s a good thing you left Magenta..

· Saeran changed himself. (Saeran heart)

· Trying to repeat a happy past can sometimes serve as greed

· She's not mad is she?

· You should reconsider (Saeran heart)

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 14:07

It Will Hurt, But We Will Be Happy

· Saeran! This is our love channel!

· Do we have to do this? (Saeran heart)

· I have a feeling we will fail (Saeran heart)

· Do you think they’ll get…

· But I don’t think I can live without you (Saeran heart)

· Please don’t leave me

· …

Story Mode

· Sniffle

· She might turn violent

· You can’t decide what Saeran will be like

· You are right… But please don’t die

Time: 16:25

I’ll Have None of This

· It’s a sad night

· Saeran’s will reached my heart (Saeran heart)

· To be honest, you’re…

Story Mode

· Feel what?

· But I want to spend as much time as I can

· I’ll be right back

Time: 17:55

I Promise You Will Be Happy

· Did you guys have an argument?

· I want you, Saeran (Saeran heart)

· Get one for Saeyoung (Seven heart)

· Do you have 2 tickers that will get us out?

· About what?

· No! Saeran is mine! (Saeran heart)

· Do you think you can make it someday?

· I’ll be having fun with Saeran

· What should we do now?

· Are we the only ones that know about this room?

· You mean including Jumin and Zen?

· I’m sad, too… Is there really no other way? (Saeran heart)

· Clouds? Why clouds?

· So your freedom was...

· Can’t you let me stay here? (Saeran heart)

· This is so sad. I don’t want to leave

· I was so happy I could meet them (Saeran heart)

· If you love me, why are you making me sad? (Saeran heart)

· Let’s think about a way to keep you safe?

· Yeah!

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 19:09

Rika is Changing

· I’m glad you released Saeran

· I think you mean tonight (Saeran heart)

· I want to live with just Saeran

· Do you think you can take another betrayal?

· I’m glad things loosened up

· Saeran is my love (Saeran heart)

· Please don’t stab Saeran… (V heart)

· Whatever happens, I hope you’d be happy, Rika

· I think I need someone to cleanse my head…

· Unlike his father

· If that’s what you want, you must one day…

· I’m glad I got to meet all of you

· Rika hurt your eyes…

· How long do you think this happiness will last? (Saeran heart)

· Do you think her hope is real?

· Is it related to Saeran?

· It’s okay. Saeran is strong (Saeran heart)

Story Mode

· Can’t I come with you?

Time: 21:39

The Weight of Truth

· V talked about this secret

· I don’t want to leave him

· Is Saeran okay

· What did you guys talk about?

· The death of their mother?

· Can’t you just stop

· You are pretending to be nice

· You can’t do this to him

· We must find Saeran! (Saeran heart)

· At least you didn’t wait any longer…

· You would still feel painful

· But that does not justify murder

· He didn’t talk to me

· You have until 11

· I’m so disappointed in both of you

· Saeran, are you okay?

Story Mode

· I don’t want to go

· Please don’t do this

· Please tell me you will survive

Time: 23:00

Rescue Plan

· Are we getting started?

· Is it okay to leave Saeran?

· Saeran

· I can't believe I must leave him... (Saeran heart)

· We’ll be back for Saeran, right?

· Saeyoung and Saeran didn’t even get to talk

· The prime minister won’t get to..

· What press conference?

· Thank you everyone

Story Mode

No choices

Day 4:

There are 3 bad endings, and one bad relationship ending on this day. The Normal end and Good end are also on this day.

Time: 2:16

Escape – Success!

· Saeran, I’m okay! (Saeran heart)

· I miss you Saeran

· I’ll be waiting

· I think I’m going to wait for Saeran

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

If you see "Story Mode: Savior" here then you haven't received enough hearts with Saeran and will trigger his Bad Relationship Ending (I feel this is the ending that brought most of us here, lolol... Help my heart.)

Story Mode

· I’ll go by myself if I have to!

· I’m coming with you!

· I will find Saeran

NOTE RELOAD YOUR SAVE AFTER ESCAPE - SUCCESS! And select: "Looks like there's nothing we can do...", "I think I'll stay here..." To receive Bad Ending 2

Time: 5:55

Vanderwood and Zen’s Argument

· Vanderwood, does this mean...

· You guys have such cute…

· You mean Yoosung?

· Looks like you have a lot of history..

· Come on, let’s be friendly

· Do you think Rika and V are not aware of this?

· I really hope Saeran is safe

· That’s what I heard

· I’m fine with anything as long as..

· I really hope that’d be the case

· Is there really no master key to get us

· I hope Saeran is okay…

· You kicked him out…

· I hope he can find a miracle for us

· Okay…

Story Mode

No choices

Time: 8:24

Saeyoung is Back

· Any news about Saeran?

· Are you gonna sign...

· It was so beautiful (Seven heart)

· I hope Saeran is safe

· Could you tell him I love him? (Two Saeran hearts)

· I’ll do that

· Good luck!

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

Story Mode

· The security’s changed…

· V, where is Saeran?

· Follow V

NOTE RELOAD YOUR SAVE AFTER SAEYOUNG IS BACK And select "Don't follow V" To receive Bad Ending 3

Time: 10:00

The Last Discussion

· Yoosung, are you okay?

· If you get to see her again…

· Like me and Saeran?

· Welcome Jumin

· We can beat them

· Do you think sweet and sour

· Please, go ahead

· But some people become stars without

· Yeah, but it won’t be easy

· So, Ray…

· Life

· From imprisonment to…

· That we are all responsible

· It’s so good to…

· Thank you for your sermon

· Let’s not lose ourselves

· Whatever it’s about good luck!

· We won’t be lonely if we’re together

· Hopefully I’ll get to…

· He is… He’ll be okay

SAVE AFTER THIS CHATROOM

Story Mode

· Where is Saeran?

· Embrace Rika

· But now you will change

· Go save Saeran

NOTE RELOAD YOUR SAVE AFTER THE LAST DISCUSSION And select "(Don't go save Saeran)" To receive the Normal Ending.

The Final Episode

· Saeran!

· Please stay alive

· He’s gotta be somewhere around here! I can feel it!

· He’s around here. I know

· I must go

· Leave the rest and run

· Saeran, please don’t go

· I love you

· Now you should be happy with me

· Wake up!

· Pity

· Saeran and Saeyoung simply wanted

· Your lonely heart…

· Saeran will forgive you…but

· You will pay

· I’m sure you had something…

· But can’t you see?

· Does survival matter that much?

· You must be so lonely

· We must get him to a hospital!

· Saeran, hang in there!

· Saeyoung, please

· Hopefully Saeran…

· But Saeran forgave him

· Okay. I’ll let you know once he wakes..

· Saeran?

· What is it?

· Are you saying…

· Saejoong Choi!

· Why did you find…

· Did you have a change of...

You’ve made it! Select whatever you like!

#mysticmessager #saeran choi #mystic messanger #mysticmess #saeran ae

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bhearts · 3 years

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//rp

SO, what Ranboo went through today (visiting dream in prison) was definitely not real. It was in his head. I think it could've been a dream. Especially since he's been sleep walking A TON recently. So, he's been sleeping a lot. There is a lot of evidence to show that it was a dream/hallucination/not real.

(tl;dr: everyone and everything was sus)

I will go through that here:

1. The Warden

It's a very easy thing to miss, but the warden was not exactly himself. In Tommy's stream, the warden/Sam is harsh and even rude. He's not one for chit-chat, he likes to get down to business. He didn't care that Tommy was clearly nervous. He didn't try to help him, he didn't even really want to talk to him. That's how the warden is. He's just a really uptight, strict guy.

Sam is clearly different. Sam is a protective sweetheart who just wants to help people. He cares a lot for Tommy, we can tell from Tommy's and Sam's recent streams. He knows what Tommy's been through, he's said that Dream has told him. He would try to calm down Tommy if he ever noticed Tommy was nervous. The warden wouldn't. He's just a lot more gentle compared to his warden persona.

But, Ranboo doesn't know that. Ranboo has never met the warden, he's never even been told about how he is. So, Ranboo wouldn't know that they are complete opposites. He only knows Sam and Sam Nook, that's it. So, in a dream, Sam would act like Sam because that's the only way Ranboo knows him as. Sam wouldn't act like the warden because Ranboo doesn't know the warden. The warden in this stream/dream was nice, he was calm, he even tried to calm Ranboo down a little when Ranboo said he was nervous. He was an understanding guy. Regular warden doesn't act or do those things. He would probably tell him to shut up like he did with Tommy.

2. Dream

I mean, this was very clearly not Dream. Everything started getting weird when Ranboo finally got to him.

The first few sentences out of Dream’s mouth seemed normal. They would be things out of the actual Dream's mouth. He was somewhat pleasantly surprised by Ranboo's visit. But he didn't question him visiting him. I think the real Dream wouldn't question Ranboo visiting him that much. Only because he saw Ranboo visit Tommy a good amount when he was in exile. At the beginning, Ranboo and Tommy weren't super close but Ranboo would still visit him anyways. He would still hang out with him, make sure he wasn't too lonely and doing okay. Dream knows that. He knows that they wrote letters to each other too. We know that Dream knows about the letters because Ranboo's would mysteriously go missing before Tommy could read them. Obviously, Dream got rid of them as a manipulation tactic. With this information, I would think actual Dream wouldn't question Ranboo that much if he came to visit.

But then it quickly goes south.

We need to look at Dream's many manipulation tactics to make this make sense (for a dream). At first, he started acting like they were really good friends. This IS a manipulation tactic that Dream uses. We saw him do this to Tommy countless of times. He even did it to Tubbo. Ranboo has seen Dream do this to both of them. It would make sense for Ranboo to have Dream act like that in a dream.

Dream would also refer to himself in the third person. This does make sense. But only if you think about the Dream voice in Ranboo's head. Real Dream doesn't do that. I don't think I've ever seen the actual Dream ever do that. Only voice Dream has. But that's because this voice is a part of Ranboo (or at least wants Ranboo to think that). It would refer to Dream as Dream because the voice isn't him. The voice only knows about Dream, it isn't him though. So, this immediately tells us that the Dream we see isn't the actual Dream.

One of the last things Dream said to Ranboo was, "I'm not real, I'm not even here" (paraphrasing obvs). He even says it's not real. DREAM LITERALLY TELLS US THAT IT'S NOT REAL. In a dream that makes sense. In a hallucination that makes sense (depending on the type of hallucinations; because some aren't like that). Then he just poofs out of existence. That makes sense because it's not real. He just proves it even more.

3. Dream's books

The books we see in Dream's chest make it obvious that it's not real. Yes, it is possible for Dream to rewrite Ranboo's Do Not Read book/s. He's seen at least one of them before. But the most glaring contradiction is the fact that they have been named, but not signed. They are all called Do Not Read, but they can't be renamed to that unless they were either signed or with an anvil. It had to be with an anvil because none of them were signed. Real Dream has no access to an anvil. I also don't see Sam renaming all of those for him or giving him access to an anvil. But in a dream, seeing all of those books would make sense. Anything and everything that can happen in a dream makes sense because it's all a dream.

4. Ranboo's Nausea

After Dream pops of of existence, Ranboo gets the poison potion effect. We don't hear any potions get dropped from the hole in the ceiling. It just happened. It was most likely only used to have the motion effect.

But then Ranboo literally starts going through the ceiling or something. Like what was up with that. That literally proves it wasn't real. Then he dies. Then the stream ends.

Conclusion:

None of what Ranboo experienced today was real. It was most likely all a dream. The Warden and Dream both acted weird/not like their normal selves.

No, Dream didn't escape prison.

And

Yes, whatever is going on with the Dream voice isn't over.

c!Ranboo please have a therapy arc, you have some trauma you need to work through

#ranboo #dream #dream smp #awesamdude #sam nook #dsmp tommy #dsmp spoilers #dsmp rp #dsmp ranboo #dsmp roleplay #dsmp dream #tommyinnit

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shini--chan · 4 years

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Okay, I've been wracking my brain to think of an ask for you because I know your writing is fire, and I don't want to waste it! If the mood strikes you, can you write a little yandere Levi in a universe of your choosing or constructing? I'm sort of interested to see how you imagine him as a yandere 😊

Thx, fam!

As I told you once before, this is the ask that almost made me forfeit my principal of answering asks chronologically. :P

So, this will be my usual mix of headcanons and Imagines if you don’t mind, since I have a lot of thoughts on this man and just don’t want to stumble into the snare of writing a full length story … yet.

I’ ll also keep this general, since the universe any Levi fic is set in just changes the nuances, and not fundamental character traits.

Also, I have to remark that it is already too late for me - I’m hip deep in academia.

Yandere Levi Ackerman

Captain Levi is a very orderly person, it is part of his lifestyle and how he interacts with others and himself. It is something he is really strict about and he wouldn’t tolerate anything less than perfect hygiene in a lover. To him, there is nothing less disgusting than poor body hygiene and should you start slacking off in anyway when it comes to taking care of yourself, a very fundamental aspect, then he won’t shy away from taking matters in his own hands.

You gasped as a bucket of water was frigidly emptied over head and you threw yourself out as your bed, expecting your assailant to have lunged onto you, should you have remained there.

Instead, he was standing right in front of you.

Somewhat shyly, you looked up into Levi’s pale face and sneered at the accursed object that he was holding in his hand. He sneered right back at you, the corners of his lips curled slightly upwards in disgust. A rather uncommon display of extreme emotion on his part, for being a commonly stoic man.

“Get up!”, he curtly barked to which you stiffly groaned. Sloppily, you got up, still groggy from being rudely awoken and not in the best mood because of it. The water running in rivulets down your body and made your sleep wear cling to your skin didn’t help either.

“What was that for?”, you whined, completely oblivious as to why he was being so imperious to you. What had you done to warrant such poor treatment?

“Don’t get cheeky now, little brat. You didn’t shower last night and went all sweaty to bed. You deserved what I did to you now.”

Him being orderly isn’t restricted to personal cleanliness, it is also about how disciplined a person is with themselves. Having had to live in harsh environments for his whole life, he is a firm believer in pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps. That also means that should you suffer from any mental disorder, trauma induction or not, he wouldn’t be very understanding. Not that he wouldn’t be concerned about your broken state of mind, rather he wouldn’t see how being kind and coddling you would fix it.

“You know brat, if you would stop sulking and feeling sorry for yourself, your life would start getting damn better”, he snarled at your cowered form.

Hunched over the table, you had elected to grab a beer to numb the pain that was ravaging your heart. Watching people die never became easy, especially when they were close to you.

“Just leave me alone”, you begged and raised the tankard to your mouth again. Yet before the wooden rim could touch your lips, it was shamelessly ripped away from you. Levi’s sharp grey eyes were honed on you, the fire of anger dancing in them. Just why did he have to play judge now of all times?

“No, you look like shit and you’re talking shit. Moping around wouldn’t make anything better you idiot. You need to your act together, not get piss drunk.”

Furthermore, he needs to be in control. As soon as he feels like his vice-like grasp over reality is slipping, he does what all people do that are losing their power – he scrambles to re-attain it. And he doesn’t hesitate to utilize violence. On top of that he sees respect given, as power given, so he demands the piety that his position ought to give him. It doesn’t matter that you’re his lover, if anything you ought to give him his due. Rows with him are literally the worst – be prepared to be swept of your feet!

Roughly, you were slammed against the wall in a manner that knocked the wind out of your lungs with a crude sound. It was followed by a gasp as your ears rang from your skull having banged against the stone and your muscles and bones ached.

“What did you just say?”, Levi snarled, a rare look of utter rage on his handsome face. You knew it was a rhetorical question, he had heard you the first time around. But you were too steep in your own anger to not push your luck.

“Don’t be like that, darling”, you spat the last word as if it were poison in your mouth. Warranted actually, since you had been coerced and tricked into this relationship. “I said that maybe you should take a leave out of your superior’s book because all your shortcomings make you unbearable to be a runt. Somehow, I doubt that would work, though – you’ll always remain a sewer rat at heart.”

A wrong move – those handsome features contorted to something utterly ghastly.

“You know we wouldn’t have such problems if you could control that attitude of yours. And if you would show me respect”, he hissed as he pressed you further against the wall, so that you were sandwiched between stone and muscles to a painful degree. The hands grasping you by the front of your clothing didn’t help either.

Lips twisting into a snarl of your own, you countered: “Respect is supposed to be earned, Captain. I will only respect you if you respect me.” You were really insistent on digging yourself your own grave, weren’t you?

“You’re much prettier if you keep that mouth of yours shut.

“Consider the feeling to be mutual, brat. Why should I give you any respect if you won’t give me any? And remember, I’m above you, so I don’t owe you anything. You owe me the world.”

Levi also has a strict set of rules that he expects you to follow to the dot. A fair warning, however, he may change the one or the other spontaneously and not inform you of it until you’re bent over his desk. Also, it is common knowledge that he endorses corporal punishment and celebrates pain as a prim method to install discipline. He really thinks that bad behaviour can be beat out of somebody. He is also exceptionally cruel with his punishments. This can be traced back to how he was desensitized to violence at a relatively early age and revels in have people submit to him.

You had barely set foot in his study when he looked up from his paperwork and ordered you: “Come over here, and bend over the desk.”

Shocked by his harsh words, you nevertheless complied. You knew that resistance would only make matters worse. Still, as you bend over and pressed your cheek against the cool oak you asked: “What did I do wrong this time?”

Briefly, he stopped rummaging through the chest that stood by the window and glanced over his shoulder.

“Are you serious? Don’t you already know? And I though you weren’t so goddamn stupid”, he snapped.

Finally, having found what he was searching for, he turned towards you again. There was a semi-bored expression gracing his visage as he drawled: “I told you a thousand times before, pet. When you are finished with your afternoon chores you are to come directly to me. No chit-chat with somebody else, no fooling about and yet you disobey me again and again. Your ears really are just for decoration.”

You opened your mouth to protest but he carelessly cut you off: “I don’t care if they are your friends, you don’t need them. You just need me.”

Upon that you fell silent and closed your eyes in hopelessness as you waited for your punishment to commence. When do pain came after a minute of silence you dared to open your eyes and glance back.

Seeing that you were focused on him, Levi cleared his throat as if to say “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Then you remember and with a great amount of shame you bared your bottom and meekly requested: “Please Levi, my love, spank me thoroughly.”

As usual, it sickened you that he made you ask to be punished. It was his way of normalizing and justifying his abuse. And conditioning you.

A dark chuckle rumbled in his throat as he grabbed you by the nap as he pressed you against his desk. “There is a good little pet”, he whispered as leather made contact with your supple flesh.

This man has a difficult time warming up to people. All the agony of losing those that meant the world to him repeatedly has caused him to become cold and reserved. That means that in his mind, you should view it as a privilege that you are the love of his life. Because of that, he won’t accept rejection. Also, since he hasn’t had somebody really close to him in ages, he will be very clingy and overprotective. The world has the habit of robbing him, so you won’t allow you to be stolen as well. Not to forget that he is a man of action – being passive or also relying on words to solve situations just isn’t his style.

Your skin was on fire due to his ministrations, or rather because of the disgust they evoked. The arm around your waist that pressed you against him made you want to claw at his skin and his lips against the tender skin of your neck made you want to throttle him.

Yet you knew that it was just wishful thinking. Engaging in such protest would be futile since he was stronger and quicker than you.

“Look here Levi, I told you…”, you tried to reason with him but he just silenced your objection:

“Shush, sweetheart. Don’t ruin the moment.”

Then he resumed kissing your neck and collar bone, sometimes tugging at your skin with teeth in order to cause bruises. You tensed as his free hand snaked down your leg and hooked itself under your knee.

The captain is a military man and fairly intelligent. He knows how to deal with an enemy, how to assess their strengths and weaknesses and how to keep them contained. And also, how to best combat them and capture them. He really is the worst opponent you could meet on the battlefield.

So how to evade him? You take him off the battlefield, place him in a situation where aggression can’t help him achieve his goals. He is a military man, as said before, so he is accustomed to low context communication – words must be direct, and you must mean what you say so that they are no muck-ups. Little conversation and more orders and demands. Levi doesn’t have a silver tongue to begin with, quite the contrary actually.

That means he cares a bit for codes, since they are of use to him in his branch of expertise. But he cares little for symbolism since he has categorised that as sappy nonsense reserved for romantics. So, you have an avenue to express yourself that he won’t catch up on unless somebody explicitly told him what it meant. Consider yourself lucky, it is exactly this that will prevent you from going insane.

“Flowers? Again?”, he gruffly asked.

It made you look up from the novel you were reading to see him eyeing the tansy and peonies that you had placed in a vase on the nightstand.

You had to suppress a smirk and work to keep the self-satisfaction out of your voice as you meekly inquired: “They are there to give a bit more colour to the room. I can always put them away if you want.”

You were being obedient to him for a change and that was why he decided to allow you a few luxuries. Besides, since you were so affectionate in the past two months, why shouldn't he return it with gestures of his own.

“Keep them. I’ll just never understand why you like them so much”, he answered and then stalked over to the bathroom. Of course he would never comprehend it, with his spartan and austere tastes, just like you would never understand that the small yellow flowers meant ‘I declare war on you!’ or that the orange lilies that had been there a few days ago actually proclaimed your hatred for him.

Hopefully, he would never find out.

Intelligence doesn’t automatically mean that he is omnipotent or that he is an all-powerful overlord. It just means that he is quick to comprehend tactics and strategies and devise his own. He isn’t immune to mistakes. So, when he ropes you in, in his games, you have to play a wholly different game of your own if you want to get out. Military, remember? There are many walks of life that he is unfamiliar with, many possibilities for you to escape his clutches that he wouldn’t even account for.

Giddily, you smiled at yourself in the mirror. You barely recognized yourself, with all the paint and heavy cloth that decorated your body. Levi didn’t either, just how it was supposed to be.

You had spotted him in the audience as you had pranced about the stage, looking very disgruntled at not having you by his side or locked up in his quarters. Even you had heard the rumours of how a few days ago he had flown into a frenzy, searching high and low for something.

You were one of the few that knew it was someone and that someone was you. Knowing him as well as you did, you made the fair guess that he also wasn’t here by his own volition, rather his comrades had dragged him here in an attempt to distract him.

And you also knew that had looked everywhere he presumed you to be – in the forest, somewhere tucked away in his estate, in the taverns and at the city borders and at the docks. Just not amongst the theatre troop.

That would probably stay that way, and you could use the opportunity to escape him.

Adding to the fact that he is bad at expressing himself like a normal human being, he is also very emotional underneath that stoic veneer. In combat situations, he has an outlet for all his pent-up emotions. Else you have to suffer his outbursts and mood swings. Nonetheless, the world isn’t a gigantic battlefield and if the right buttons are pushed, he could lose it at exactly the wrong time and place. Levi would lose badly at the game favoured in the royal courts of provoking-the-other-until-they-embarrass-themselves.

Levi was very close to unleashing his unholy rage and as a precaution, you had taken to stepping out of range. While you found the whole situation very amusing, you didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire.

“…however, since you come short on some things, I don’t expect you to understand that. Should I repeat what I said, in bitesize chunks so that you don’t lag behind this time”, the nobleman prattled while he looked down on your “lover”.

Said man pressed through gritted teeth: “You filthy swine, go stuff all your pretty words up your ass.”

The noble emitted a fake gasp and murmured aghast: “You really are so crass. The rumours of you being a dwarf barbarian are true.”

That was the last straw for Levi. In the following minutes, a small crowd gathered to see what the commotion was all about and it ended in the guards having to restrain him. Really, it was hypocritical of the Ackerman to threaten you about causing a scene when he was the one prone to temper tantrums.

#yandere levi #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere snk #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere levi x reader #my writing #yandere levi ackerman

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kamyru · 3 years

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Lost dreams, found dreams (Takado x MC)

Disclaimer: For this fan-fiction I had to make MC a little bit younger and that’s why she isn’t a resident at orthopedics, yet. Instead, she is just doing her first two years of rotational residency. Hope you’ll enjoy it. ❤️

Word counting: 3050

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicidal thought and anorexia

Not more than 155 centimeters, pretty slim, but with a muscular figure, very feminine moves... Where had Takado seen the same combination? She looked very familiar, but he couldn’t understand why. He was staring at her from the moment he found out that she would be his disciple for a while.

“Do you already know what specialization to choose?” asked Hosho in his usual friendly tone.

“Yes. I want to be an orthopedist,” she said blushing and trying to avoid Takado’s gaze.

“You are very lucky. We have here one of the best orthopedists in Japan. I bet he’ll be very happy to be your preceptor.”

MC smiled awkwardly. She wanted to look at Takado, to see his reaction but didn’t have enough guts to do it. Though, when he stood up and approached her, it was impossible for her to not look at him. Before speaking, he watched her for a while, trying to find a hint for why she looked so familiar. MC wanted to make sure that everything was alright, but he talked before she could open her mouth.

“I don’t think you have enough time for chit-chat,” said Takado and handed her a big pile of papers. “Read it till tomorrow.”

MC looked at the enormous pile and at Takado. He sat there for a while gazing at her.

“Is there something else you want to tell me?” she whispered sheepishly.

“If you want to start working, I’m going to see a patient. You can come with me,” he said after some seconds of silence.

In an instant, MC was up and ready to go. She had such a big smile on her face, that Hosho who was observing her from afar, had to look another way to hide his broad smile. Takado was luckier. He didn’t saw her expression, because he was some steps in front of her, heading to the patient’s ward

Just like MC, the patient was a young girl, with a small stature and sporty body. Though, she was just fifteen years old. The moment she saw MC entering her room, her eyes looked only on her.

“Hi. I’m MC. I’m a resident. Hope you don’t mind if I’ll be here,” said MC with a calm voice and friendly smile.

“I’m Kaori,” mumbled the girl with an absent look on her face.

From what MC was able to see, Kaori was supposed to have an operation on her shoulder. After an unfortunate fall, she broke it. The only problem was that Kaori was a gymnast. Seeing her trauma, MC immediately understood that it would be impossible for her to make a return. Her career as a professional ended.

MC gulped and tried to avoid Kaori’s gaze. She knew that the patient probably already understood her position, but it was still so hard to not lose composure in such situations.

“She won’t be able to make it again, will she?” asked MC the moment she and Takado left the room.

Takado didn’t say a word. He sighed and finally looked at MC.

“It’s lunchtime. You better go, unless you want to stay hungry for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t want to...” started MC, though before she finished the sentence, another smile appeared on her face. “I’ll go. Thank you.”

After lunch, MC made Takado tell her everything about Kaori’s case. What happened, when, how, when was the surgery scheduled, what kind of surgery, how he wanted to do it, is she allowed to watch?

Takado grew more impatient with each question she was asking.

“Aren’t you supposed to read what I gave you this morning?”

“Yes. I am.”

He watched how MC went away and started to read the books he gave her. He knew from the start that a new resident was assigned to him. He knew her name. He knew when she was supposed to appear. He knew what to gave her to improve her knowledge. He knew what other doctors were saying about her. So, why he didn’t understand why she looked familiar.

‘MC... MC... I heard that name...” Takado looked at Kaori’s case who was in front of him. The skater. The figure skater he met eight years ago... It couldn’t be... MC had the same name. She looked the same. But it couldn’t be her. They were just very alike. Never had he ever thought that he would see her again. So, of course, it couldn’t be her...

He had to prepare for the surgery. He was reading a lot of information about cases like Kaori’s. He remembered all the cases he had like this one. The most similar, though, was the one with MC’s ‘twin’. He was still a resident back then.

I wish I had died. I wish I had died. I wish I had died. I wish I had died. I wish I had died. I wish I had died. I wish I had died. I wish I had died. I wish I had died. I wish I had died.

That was the only thing that was running through his head when he was recalling that case. He wasn’t supposed to eavesdrop then. He better didn’t eavesdrop then. Her words were running in an infinite loop in his mind. She was alive. The operation was a success. Though, the patient wasn’t happy at all. Was he a good doctor? Maybe everyone was right and he...

“Good-bye,” he heard Hosho’s bright voice.

He looked at the clock. It was so late already. MC was reading the papers he gave her. The only people in the room were they both. Kasumi was in his office. The rest went home.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, standing up.

At first, MC didn’t even hear him. He had to repeat the question twice to catch her attention. She gave him another smile and shook her head.

No. She wasn’t the girl he operated eight years ago. That girl hadn’t ever smiled. MC was using smiles as a communication tool.

“MC...” he started. Though, when she looked again at her, he understood that he can’t do this. If it was really her, what was he supposed to do? He would ask her after Kaori’s surgery. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on Kaori alone. Every time he was thinking about the girl he operated eight years ago, he remembered each unhappy patient he ever had, each patient who died, each patient who lost a limb.

For the rest of the days left before Kaori’s operation, Takado tried everything to avoid MC. It was hard, but he knew that it was the best option for everyone. He knew that he would out of habit look at her way of walking and if he did this, he wouldn’t need to ask her to know that it was her. The skater’s trauma was so serious, that for the rest of her life she wasn’t supposed to walk normally.

The day the operation was scheduled, he didn’t even walk near the canteen at the lunchtime, being afraid to see MC there. Though, it wasn’t the best plan. He met her in the hall, reading a medical book.

“Aren’t you eating your lunch?” he asked when she stopped in front of him.

“No. I’m not hungry.”

He looked at her. She was smiling. He wished she wasn’t. He hated when people were trying to hide something behind a smile. He could see that she was uncomfortable. He wasn’t the best therapist, but he tried to remember what he learned in his last year in medical school.

“Let’s eat together. I don’t you to faint in the operation room.”

He looked at her face. She looked so alike with the girl he operated eight years ago. No. He didn’t want to know anything for the time being. Without waiting for her, he made some steps to be in front of her.

She took a salad and a portion of boiled chicken breast.

“Isn’t it tasty?” he asked when understood how hard it was for her to start eating.

This time she didn’t smile. She didn’t look at him. Though, she still started to eat. It was better than nothing, he thought. None a word was said during lunch. They both were thinking about the same period. Takado knew that he wasn’t aware of everything that happened then to her. He wanted to find out. He wanted to ask her a lot of questions. But it wasn’t the right time. He had to wait a little bit more.

After the surgery, they both went different ways. They both needed some time alone. They both disappeared. It took them some days to return to their normal state. But the normal state didn’t want to return to them.

It passed some weeks. Kaori already started her recovery therapy. When MC arrived at the hospital, she found out that Takado was talking with Kaori’s parents in Dean’s office. She knew what was that supposed to mean. Running down the hall, she entered Matsunaga’s office without even knocking.

Everyone’s eyes were on her. Even Kasumi looked disturbed. She didn’t wait another second. Falling on her knees, she started:

“Let me take Kaori somewhere. Give me only a day. Please.”

Kaori, who was there too, looked at her dad.

“Do you know why we are all here?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered MC with determination in her voice.

“My daughter’s dream vanished in a second. We have some information that another operation could be made in a way that her shoulder could recover. Though, Dr. Takado didn’t tell us about this option. Instead, he said that she won’t ever be able to return to the professional sport. Do you understand what this means?!”

“Yes. That’s why I want to spend a day with your daughter. Please, let me.”

“Dad...” said Kaori pleadingly.

“I need only a day. No. Only three hours. You can go with me if you want. But I’ll need her alone for at least half an hour. Please.”

Kaori’s parents didn’t want to hurt their daughter again. Their daughter wanted to go with MC. So, the meeting was postponed to the day after the next one.

The D-day came. MC entered the Dean’s room the last. Kaori was smiling at her. After exchanging a few words with Matsunaga, she started speaking to everyone.

“I’m MC. Now you know me because I’m a resident here. Though, eight years ago I... I was a figure skater. I become famous after the Junior World Championship nine years ago. I had the third place there. But at the Gala people said that they don’t understand how someone with such musicality, talent and elegance could be only on the third place. So, I did everything I could to place higher the next year. And I nearly did it. I was the favorite. Before the final, I was placed the first. But, some days before it, a drunk driver...” at these words she stopped. She couldn’t continue. Instead, she showed the X-Ray image of her leg. Starting with her knee to her ankle, everything was broken into small pieces.

“The only doctor who said that he can save my foot was Dr. Takado, who was a resident at that time. He convinced his preceptor to accept me as his patient. He saved my foot. Though, he couldn’t save my dream. I tried everything to be able to return to figure skating. From what you can imagine, I wasn’t able to. I was obsessed with that idea, though. After a time, I even developed anorexia because I thought that if I get skinnier, I will need less muscle mass to be able to jump. That was what finally destroyed every hope I still had. So, here I am. Helping people who are in the same situation I was in. I brought the videos that were made before the trauma and after that.”

MC connected her USB to the projector. Everyone was able to see the performance that made her famous. Then, the one that gave made her the favorite of the next season. That was the last good one. The next was with her after the trauma. She wasn’t even able to do a double jump. It was breaking everyone’s heart. Kaori and her mother were both crying.

“The last time I tried to skate again was yesterday. Though, I didn’t film it.”

She was looking away. She filmed it. The only problem was that she didn’t want anyone to see it. However, Kaori had another idea.

“I filmed it,” she said suddenly.

MC couldn’t stop her from showing it. So, she connected Kaori’s phone.

In front of everyone’s eyes appeared an MC like all of them knew. Her moves were smoother than in the last videos. She gained some weight. She was even able to make two double jumps. Though, she overrated her state. On the third try, she fell and slid, hitting her head to the wall of the rink. That was the reason she didn’t want others to see it. Even after the fall, she stood up and continued her performance.

“As you can see, I won’t ever be able to recover. I won’t ever be able to walk again without limping sometimes. At first, I thought that I don’t have another option. That I lost not only my dream but my entire life. I even said some hurting words to Dr. Takado. I know that it won’t be easy to recover, to start a new life. But I can assure you that Dr. Takado really did everything for your daughter. If there had been another way to help her, he would have been the first one to try it. If he could save my leg, taking into consideration the awful state it was in, then everything is possible.

Kaori’s parents looked from her to Dr. Takado and then her daughter.

“I’m sorry that I was so selfish,” mumbled Kaori.

“I hope you’re saying it not because MC was your childhood idol,” said her father in a harsh voice.

Everyone looked at Kaori. No one had the slightest idea that she knew from the start who MC was. She nodded. Her dad sighed.

“We’ll talk alone... Thank you, MC,” he said and made his way to the door.

Kaori followed him, then suddenly returned.

“Do you have a pen and a piece of paper?” she asked MC.

MC handed her what she asked for. Kaori wrote a phone number.

“If you need a therapist for your anorexia, call this person. He helped me when I had the same problem two years ago.”

MC looked at the paper. She recognized her dad’s number. A sad smile appeared on her face. The next second, two big tears were running down her cheeks.

Takado approached her. He didn’t say anything. He just patted her on the head. Understanding his intentions, MC tilted her head, so Takado wouldn’t be able to discover the wound she got after the fall on the rink.

“Stay still,” he said and started to look at her temple. “Does it still hurt?”

“No. I took care of it.”

“I hope you take better care of yourself from now on. You’re free for today. We can’t make an injured doctor to work.”

MC looked at him with pleading eyes but didn’t say anything. She left. That was supposed to be her last day at EICU. Of course, they could meet again. She hoped that after two years, she would be able to be Takado’s disciple again. And then to work hand in hand with him. But will he want that too?

MC left without saying a word about her last day. She didn’t want to bother them. She didn’t want a good-bye party. She wanted to visit her parents and spend some time with them till she still had a little free time. Their relationship after her trauma was tensed. Her relationships with everyone were tensed that time. It was hard for her to accept everything. She started to read about ways to recover, about this type of trauma all the time. That’s how she understood that orthopedics is what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.

After her holidays with her parents finished, she received a call from Takado. He wanted to meet her.

The moment they saw each other, a tense atmosphere surrendered them. No one knew what to say.

“I’m sorry,” said MC finally. “I’m sorry that I said that I wanted to die. I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings back then. I’m sorry that I didn’t even thank you. You saved my life twice and I didn’t say a word to you.”

“Twice?”

“You know that I said that I had anorexia after the trauma... I got hospitalized with it after a year. The doctors wanted to talk with you, to find out some information about my trauma. I begged them to not do it. With time, I developed a huge crush on you and I didn’t want you to know in what state I am. I don’t know if it was the best medical decision, but my therapist pushed the right buttons and used my crush on you to help me recover. It didn’t destroy the problem, but it was the fastest and only effective way to help me. So, thank you for saving me.”

Takado looked at MC. He had no idea that he somehow helped her in such a way. He was so happy that he wasn’t a useless, deadly doctor. Seeing a happy patient was a blessing. Though, it was even more important, taking into consideration that he could see a whole new side of MC, a side that was making his heart beat faster.

“I’m so thankful that you’re okay. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of this...” Taking a deep breath, he continued: “Do you still... have... You know... A crush on me?”

MC looked at him and blushed. She answered in a low voice: “I don’t have a crush on you now. I think I fell in love with you.”

Takado’s heart stopped for a second. He looked at MC in disbelief. Without saying a word, he hugged her and kissed her forehead.

Needless to say that EICU didn’t have to wait for another two years to see MC again. She became a usual guest there.

#romance md: always on call #romance md #munechika takado

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ellaenchanting · 4 years

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Request Fic for @ragezdasta

Prompt:” Normal hypnotherapy uncovers a person's dark hypnokinky past that was previously erased via intense memory play. “

Warning: This is not how any of this actually works.

Mistress owns my body. Mistress owns my soul. I am broken for mistress. Mistress owns my body. Mistress owns my soul. I am broken for mistress.

The voice droned on and on.

Clara was beginning to panic. She looked over at her couch and her frenzied client. Marianne's eyes were open, staring vacantly at nothing. Her voice was pitched high and frantic, like she was pleading with someone or engaging in some ecstatic ritual. Her breathing was high and fast. Her body was frozen as though in terror- except for one hand that slowly and absently rubbed at her cunt.

Clara pulled her limp hand away.

It lingered in the air for a moment before resuming its’ teasing.

It was though she couldn't even feel it, Clara thought.

For the first time in her hypnotherapy career, Clara had no idea what to do.

After last week's disastrous meeting, she wasn't surprised when Marianne had called to schedule an emergency session a few days later. During her first few sessions, Marianne and Clara had decided to try a memory regression to help discover the cause of Marianne's sexual reluctance with her fiance. But last week, when the regression had actually happened and Clara began to question her, Marianne had stiffened like a frightened animal. A look of shock had come over her face and she began reciting the same statements about being owned and broken, over and over. Her voice was both detached sounding and determined. It reminded Clara of watching possession movies.

Clara had tried to question Marianne further. She had even taken great pains to reassure her that she was safe and that it was OK to remember. But, despite everything, Marianne would only stare, recite, and touch. All Clara could do was talk her through an old trauma amnesia procedure- showing her how to box up this side of herself for the time being. She had been incredibly relieved when Marianne had come back to her regular self by the end of their session. At least, Clara thought, that would give her another week to think about what to do next.

Clara didn't get her week. Marianne might not have remembered what happened during her regression- Clara had been careful to help her repress THAT information- but apparently Marianne had been suffering from ill effects anyway. She had told Clara that she hadn't been able to work, she hadn't been able to spend time with her fiance, she hadn't even been able to THINK properly since their last session. She found herself awaking from stupors only to realize with dread that hours had passed. Sometimes Marianne "woke up" wearing different clothes or in places that she didn't recognize. The only thing that Marianne could blame was her hypnotherapy appointment. She called and demanded that Clara see and fix her immediately- and threatened to sue her for malpractice if she didn't.

Clara desperately contacted all of her mentors before the session began to get help brainstorming how to help with Marianne's memory block. No one had seen anything like it before. Clara had taken notes on their ideas and tried all of their suggestions anyway . She even tried the "boxing up" trick that had helped last week.

No luck.

Clara looked at the masturbating woman across the room. If anything, Marianne had seemed to retreat deeper and deeper into herself over time, becoming more and more lost.

She began to have a sinking suspicion.

The mantras Marianne recited sang out to Clara. They were familiar, like the lyrics to a forgotten childhood song. A few times, she even had a vivid flash of herself, lying in a similar position and brokenly reciting the same words of devotion. It was worrying- like feeling a new ache in a tooth that had long since gone dead.

It wasn't Clara who had broken Marianne. But she recognized the work of the one who had.

She decided to call Desiree. Her first mentor.

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Fortunately, Desiree picked up on the first ring.

"Clara, dear, how are you? How's your practice? I've been sending you referrals, you know!"

Desiree's voice was cheery and kind. Clara reluctantly noted that it still pulled on her attention, giving her little sparks of happiness that felt particularly unwelcome in her current circumstances. She respected Desiree's skill immensely but she knew she could never trust her. Not after what had happened between them.

She wasn't going to get pulled into Desiree's chit chat. "Do you know a Marianne Thomas?" Clara replied, accusingly.

Desiree seemed puzzled. "I don't recall that name. Did she mention knowing me? Clara, dear, you sound so strange! What's wrong?"

Clara sighed. Took a picture of her masturbating patient. Hit send. Waited.

There was a long pause from the other side of the line. "Oh," Desiree finally replied, hesitantly. "I forgot that she was Marianne now."

Clara let the silence play out. She was too pissed off to speak.

When Desiree continued, her voice was regretful. "Laura- or I guess Marianne now- was my first. Twenty years ago. She was like you were when you were younger- she came to me saying that she had no limits and wanted to be completely broken. Completely brainwashed. There were...I didn't know exactly what I was doing at the time. There was no one to ask, no idea that that could be done safely. We didn't WANT it to be done safely. And we were both consenting adults.”

“I was curious about what I could do to her- what the limits were. I read up on cults, on psychological torture. I had all sorts of plans. I would keep her up all night, feed her very little, make her listen to my voice in her sleep. I knew she was becoming REALLY mine when she would only focus on her brainwashing. She started to punish herself for disobedience without prompting- and she'd reward herself the more mindless and obedient she became. That was really hot. I didn't want it to stop. Even when I felt like I was losing control of it, it was hot. I didn't...I didn't quite believe it was real back then. I thought we were mostly roleplaying, engaging in a collective fantasy. I was only doing what she wanted.”

“But, over time, Laura began to fade and disappear. She quit her job. I was fine with that- I made enough to support her and I liked having a brainwashed housekeeper in the home. She stopped seeing her friends. She even stopped responding to her name. It was like her personality just drained out. Towards the end, when she wasn't actively obeying me, she would just sit there in a stupor. Like she wasn't even a person.”

“At one point I even tried to get Laura back. I would tell her that she WAS Laura right now, that she could act like Laura. And she would..for a few minutes. But she couldn't sustain it. Laura wasn't there anymore-not really. She was only my slave.”

“And- well...that wasn't what I wanted.”

“I felt responsible for her, of course. I stayed....another 6 months after I knew it had to end. But- I couldn't condemn myself to be stuck as her caretaker forever. Not over a genuine mistake.”

“I did my research- even tracked down and paid a good amount of money for some black market MKULTRA info. I figured out how they built a new personality in their sleeper agents, one that could function in day to day life. One that would feel real and whole to my slave in a way that Laura didn't anymore. One that didn't have to remember what Laura had been through.”

“And so...that's when I made Marianne."

Desiree's usually-confident voice had become more and more shakey as her story went on. She sighed.

Clara felt no sympathy. "So why is your Marianne stuck reciting mantras on my couch?" asked Clara, shortly. "And how do I fix her?"

"I'm guessing you tried a regression?" asked Desiree.

"Yes," said Clara, her voice cold. "She was having sexual compatibility problems. With her fiance."

"Fuck," said Desiree. "Of course she was. I never thought she'd manage to HAVE a fiance. OK, so you must have gotten her under deeply enough that she remembered her old self. It's like her old slave programming is coming through and she's trying to erase Marianne in the same way that she erased Laura."

"We've been here for 3 hours," said Clara impatiently, gripping her phone. "Her fiance will be looking for her soon. This is your responsibility. You need to come here. Fix her."

"That's a bad idea," frowned Desiree. "I think my going there would just...encourage the process. She needs more help than you'll be able to give right now. Let me think. Can I put you on hold for a minute?"

"What?! No you can't-" Clara exclaimed, just as the phone went mute.

She paced her office, frustrated and angry.

After some time, Desiree's voice came back on the other line. She sounded calmer now. More in control. Clara felt something inside her shift.

"OK, Clara- listen carefully. This is what we're going to do. You're going to call and arrange for an involuntary commitment for Marianne at the Cedar Crest psych hospital. Tell them that she's hearing voices that are telling her to harm herself. You may even want to suggest to her that she HEARS voices before you go- she's way more open to suggestion right now that she appears. You'll drive her to their admissions department. Dr Marshall will meet you there- he's a close friend and I've told him enough that he can handle the situation. A commitment will give him a few days to do so more thoroughly. Dr. Marshall can contact Marianne's fiance- you needn't bother. You'll return to your office and call me back. Understand?"

Clara wanted to object. This was completely unethical. She shouldn't let Desiree talk her into participating in this.

"I understand, ma'am", she heard her voice saying, as if from a great distance.

Desiree sounded relieved. "Good girl. Now go make your calls."

Clara hung up the phone, feeling clear and steady. She knew what she needed to do next.

#prompts #my writing #stories #evil hypnotherapy #involuntary evil hypnotherapy?#voluntary evil non-hypnotherapy #brainwashing #old cold war myths

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In the Name of Science: Chapter 1

Fandom: Sonic Movie (2020)

Rating: T for unethical experimentation, implied violence and gore, and implied torture

Summary: Tom and Maddie didn’t make it in time to rescue Sonic from Robotnik. Hopefully it’s not too late to save him now. Unfortunately, hope is hard to come by in the labs of the mad doctor himself.

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Dr. Ivo Robotnik, M.D. Log 1

Preliminary report: Subject is 3’3”, 14.1 lbs., male. Age and maturity unknown. Vaguely resembles four-toed hedgehog from outward appearance and obvious anatomy. Fur and quill are primarily cobalt blue, with chest and stomach fur light coral peach. Blood sample taken, analysis tbc. Note: internal anatomy to be examined at later date, due to blunt trauma and related injuries.

At 23:30 MST during transportation, subject’s heart ceased regular palpitations. Resuscitation was administered and subject was revived successfully. No other heart or organ irregularities occurred, and subject was transferred to personal laboratory at 1:56 MST for examination. About to conduct preliminary quill count and inspection at time of report.

Subject has yet to regain consciousness since initial containment.

End log

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Sonic comes to on a metal table, his face smashed against cold steel and his limbs stretched above and below him, cuffed together. He groans as the aches and pains from the fight with Eggman catches up all at once, and his body’s current position certainly isn’t helping. The hedgehog rubs his cheek against the metal, using the cold to try and ground himself so he can figure out how bad his situation is.

He doesn’t remember much beyond trying to escape at the top of the pyramid. There was heat at his back, and then everything hurt even more than it does now. So that must mean….

Something starts touching his quills. He stiffens.

“H-Hey, who’s there? What do you want?”

There’s no response, and whatever is messing with his quills moves down to their base, meeting fur and skin. Sonic gasps as the same freezing sensation from the table runs along his back. A weird high-pitched whirring fills the air as it goes along. Oh, it’s a robot doing that.

He struggles to turn his head to get a better look at this thing, but he can’t move more than a few inches. The robot continues to probe at his quills, seemingly oblivious to his response, and no matter how Sonic tries to twist and turn, nothing changes at all.

After what feels like an eternity, the robot pulls away and makes a sudden loud clicking sound. It startles the hedgehog into a jolt that he immediately regrets. His body protests, loudly.

“Quill count: 5933.”

“What?” He asks through gritted teeth, waiting for the pounding pain to go away.

The robot doesn’t reply, but then it starts poking at his fur again. Two fingers – are they fingers? Sonic hopes they’re fingers – find a longer quill and pinch at its base. He realizes what’s going to happen right before it does.

“Don’t-!”

It pulls. He sucks in a breath, closing his eyes as the quill is ripped out of his back. He’s no stranger to this sensation, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with it happening. The robot finds another quill. Sonic flinches and rubs his cheek against the cold.

“Quill count: 5928,” the unfeeling thing announces to nothing once it’s done. It withdraws from the hedgehog who is currently trying to stay calm, holding the stolen quills and moving to some place Sonic still can’t see.

Tired, hurting, and now conflicted between angry and panicked, the teen decides to take a risk.

“Hey Eggman, I know you can hear me! Come out where I can see you! I know you’re scared of people who can kick your butt, but this is ridiculous!”

He yells it out with as much bravado as he can manage, and later he’ll say he was pretty proud of himself for keeping his voice steady. Then he listens, and waits.

For a long while he stays alone in that room, with only the robot doing whatever it’s doing to his quills. But eventually there’s the whoosh of an automatic door opening somewhere behind his left side. Sonic turns his head that way just in time for a long black coat to take up his entire view.

“Finally awake, I see.” The man says, and it’s hard to tell whether he’s pleased or annoyed by this fact. “You’ve been unconscious for nearly 8 hours.”

Sonic’s eyes trail up slowly, meeting the maniacally-gleeful face of his captor. He swallows, and it takes a few moments to find his voice again.

“D-Dang, that long? Must have been quite the beauty rest. How about you let me go so I can look myself in the mirror and tell you if it worked?”

“Just as chatty and full of hot air as your moronic human guardian. I should have expected that, which I did. Nothing ever gets past me, little alien.”

The hedgehog falters. For a single second. “Oh yeah? Better get used to failure then, Eggman. I’ve gotten past you so many times already that I’ve lost count.”

Robotnik takes hold of his ear and twists. Sonic’s mouth clamps shut to keep the whine under his tongue, but he never takes his wide eyes off the scientist.

“Here’s how it’s going to go, hedgehog – which is what you most closely resemble in physical structure and biology, despite the incredibly irrational discrepancies.”

He leans in to speak directly against the teen’s caught ear.

“I’m going to do whatever I want to you, however I want, whenever I want, and the only words I want coming out of your mouth unless stated otherwise are ‘yes Doctor,’ ‘no Doctor,’ or ‘thank you Doctor.’ Do you understand?”

Sonic takes slow, shallowed breaths as he listens, and he steels himself before offering a nickname he’s only heard Donut Lord say twice ever.

“Sure thing, Dr. Douche.”

The hand on his ear pulls so hard that he thinks it’s going to come off. He chokes back a watery whimper when Robotnik forces his head up off the table.

“Pain receptors and nerve endings appear to be fully functional, although I can’t say the same for your auditory processing.”

“Ow, ow ow…” The teen’s hands clench into fists as his head is held back and kept there. He doesn’t dare close his eyes, watching Robotnik like he might rip his ear off entirely the moment he stops staring.

Finally, the man releases him, and Sonic’s head hits the table with a thunk. He winces at the painful contact to his chin.

“Ow-uh, easy on the face! We can’t all look this good naturally, c’mon.”

The doctor stands up straight without acknowledging him. “Agent Stone.”

“Yes, Doctor?”

The hedgehog is startled by the assistant’s voice coming somewhere behind Robotnik; he had no idea the guy was even there.

“Set up my recording equipment pronto. Now that the subject is awake and responding in a…semi-intelligent manner, I do believe it’s time to get information firsthand.”

“Of course sir, right away.” Agent Stone’s voice is already fading as he leaves the room. The sound of equipment being shuffled starts up distantly.

Robotnik’s gloved hand returns to Sonic’s head and he flinches, but this time the touch is light and almost examining. He rubs his thumb and forefinger on either side of the teen’s ear, then trails down to run along the fur on top of his head. Sonic realizes with no small amount of disgust that he’s being petted, like what Tom does with Ozzie.

“Hey, quit it, I’m not a dog!” He tries to pull his head away to no avail.

“Those are the first scientifically correct words you’ve said thus far,” the scientist says quietly. “Although it’s such a low bar. Honestly, I thought that hick cop babysitter of yours was the least sapient lifeform on this planet until you opened your mouth for the first time.”

Sonic bristles. “Don’t talk about him like that. You don’t know anything.”

“Ah, I suppose you’re right. I shouldn’t pigeonhole you in the same category as that knuckle-dragger. You are so much more remarkable than that. A peak product of evolution. Well…physically, at least, but it isn’t so difficult to train animals.”

The hand hasn’t stopped petting him. Sonic feels a sick pit in his stomach, and it’s not just from the betraying urge to lean into the touch.

“If you think I’m going to roll over and do what you want, you’re wrong. I’ll get out of here somehow and then you’re going to regret it.”

“That’s the spirit I like to see! Makes the end result so much more satisfying when I’ve broken it.” Robotnik tilts his head to meet the teen’s anxious glare head-on. Then he half turns away to call out. “Stone! Are you finished yet, or do we need to set aside another eternity?”

“All set and ready to go, sir!” Comes the response from the other room. “The holding pen is prepped and secure as well!”

“Excellent, finally. It’s so hard to find decent human help these days.”

He presses a few buttons on his left glove. A pair of floating egg-like robots appear and connect to Sonic’s restraints, releasing him from the table and lifting him up between them. The hedgehog tries futilely to kick out or make them drop him. Robotnik leads the way towards the other room, not giving his captive a second glance.

“Now the time for pointless chit-chat is over! Time for proper scientific observation!”

All Sonic can do is struggle as he’s carried away.

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A/N: I thought Robotnik would be really hard to characterize, but I'm having an easier time with him than expected. Maybe it's cause Sonic is the one fighting me at every turn heh. Also, remember how in the movie Sonic supposedly stopped breathing and then got revived from his powers and friendship? Yeah, me too :)

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!

Prologue

Chapter 2

#sonic movie #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie spoilers #dr. robotnik #agent stone #experimentation

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