#when he talks about eradicating the worst

[mrcspectr]

How and why do you think Marc and Khonshu made the agreement about letting Marc go? Khoshu didn't have to ever let him go, Marc had basically sold his soul to him. And Khonshu never intended to free him anyway (and tried to convince him to not go several times) so why did he agree to the deal? 

Okay but the crazy thing is, that part of the agreement was an amendment. It most certainly wasn't what Marc originally said yes to.

To be my hands, my eyes, my vengeance. To be my final word against the evildoers. To bind your very being to me and eradicate only the worst, those who deserve it. Do you want death, or do you want life?

I don't know.

Your mind, I feel it. Fractured. Broken. Most fascinating. You are a worthy candidate to serve me during this time. In exchange for your life, do you swear to protect the travelers of the night and bring my vengeance to those who would do them harm?

..yes.

There's no finality in this, no end point. This is Marc's life, and he's giving it away. Hell, he was moments away from taking it himself. Khonshu took a man at his absolute lowest, at the brink of death itself, and molded him into a weapon. So why would he let Marc, however many years after their agreement, alter the terms?

Because he doesn't want the end product, the warrior, the perfect servant. Khonshu doesn't care about that. He prefers the act of shaping him.

You're right, he doesn't intend to free him, what he likes about Marc is that he sees him as malleable. (Unlike Harrow, who was more determined and difficult to control.) He's broken parts, "pieces" that the god can pull apart and put back together again. He can make him whatever he wants, and making him believe he has options, that he has an out, is just another way of pulling the strings. He's had his fun with Marc and Steven for now, he'd like to see what Jake can do.

Eventually Jake will bore him again, or he'll backtalk just a little too much, and the cycle repeats.

He was manipulating you from the start.

(Alsooo I did write awhile back about how I think they're setting them up for the "Khonshu has been pulling Marc towards him since childhood" plot if anyone wants to read that. Because I still think that's the direction we're headed towards.)

#also if you pay attention during that scene #marc only stops watching himself and looks up at khonshu #when he talks about eradicating the worst #'those who deserve it' #and i just #think about that a lot #y'know i'd probably be able to answer more of these a day if i'd just #stop writing a goddamn essay #it always gets away from me #anonymous #asks #mk meta

[mysticmellowlove]

Yandere sub x female vigilante.

She is a world treasure, a world renowned philanthropist. She cares for humanity and all the creatures on earth. But in this life when someone is actually doing good things the people with fake titles hate you with their entire being. Well she hates them too and underneath her shimmering smile she has an underground corporation to eradicate evil celebrities, politics, people with power. Has an entire organization to wipe out evil. So basically her getting her hands on a super bad person like a human trafficker or something and torturing them when yan walks in and is kinda…. Flustered? Like she is beating the fuck out this demon and he is just like… “My Angel goddess mommy 🥹”

Idk if this is to extreme or not

note; stay safe lovies, also get you a man who already know's everything about you!

warnings; violence, fem reader, sadistic reader, sub yan, yan male, worship kink, triggering content mention (rape, human trafficking)

"I swear it's always people like you that fall into traps like this." She hissed as she looked down at the trafficker. Her hands were already crusted over with blood at this point, the sickly strong smell permeating her nose.

"Did you really think you'd be able to get away with it?" She asked as she knelt down and looked them in the eye, a sneer on her face.

"You're fucking sick." They spat at her, a glob of blood tainted spit landed on her cheek with an unsatisfying splat. Instantly her hand whipped out and slapped them across the face, their head whirling towards the side.

"And you are the worst of the worst, honestly someone was going to catch you eventually. Maybe you should be thankful it's me," She looked down at them as she stood. She had listened and waited enough.

"You think you're top shit don't you when in reality you're just a rich bitch with good parents." They snarled as they watched her go over to a small table off to the side, usually, she would have a little more fun but she had someone just as interesting upstairs waiting for her.

"My pals will find you and, they're going to get you and you know what, when they do you'll just be a mindless fucking useless doll." They spat at her again before she turned and shot them through the head cleanly. As soon as the shot rang out so did the familiar sound of glass breaking.

Her head turned quickly towards the stairs that she thought she had concealed, standing there was her one-night stand... though she doubted that he wanted to stay any longer. This is what happened when you forgot about the loose end in your basement, she had no one else but herself to blame. She stared at him as his lips quivered.

She'd have to kill him but before she was even able to raise the gun to him he came rushing over, his sleeve pulled down below his fingers as he used the coarse fabric to wipe her cheek of the now-deceased trafficker's spit.

"Are you alright?" His voice was surprisingly soft as he stood before her, his eyes trained on her body as he scanned her for more injuries. She stood there motionless for a moment. He wasn't running, or screaming or begging for his life... he was just there. Checking in on her. She knew that people loved her, she had made such a big name for herself in the humanitarian sphere but she could've never anticipated this.

The sheer reverence and worry in his eyes...

"I was getting worried. You were taking so long... I could hear it, the things they said to you." His mouth hardened as he seemed to bare his teeth like a rabid dog. He grasped her hand in between his.

"I promise, I'd never let anyone harm you. What you are to this world... you need to be protected, like an angel... no a goddess of true justice." At that moment, she finally began to slide the pieces together. How she had seen him on Tinder, how she talked to him and then coincidentally ran into him at her favourite cafe. She hadn't disclosed anything about her, not even her identity. She knew she wouldn't be able to have a normal relationship with her near celebrity-like status. She was resigned to phone sex and sexting yet here he was, in front of her... in her house that he seemed to know a little too well.

"You've been following me." She looked at him, her eyes stern as he shivered under her gaze. He nodded sheepishly before he slunk to his knees. He looked overwhelmed, his hands going out to brush against her legs before he pulled himself back.

"I just wanted to make sure you're safe." He whispered quietly as he looked up at her through his lashes. He was slightly teary but she had a feeling it was nothing but a facade. A hum left her mouth as she considered her options. She already had a network of depraved people working under her, people on the inside... perhaps he could find a place there. He'd probably excel at it if his servitude right now was any indicator.

Maybe there was use for him yet.

#love for anon #ask #sub male #dom reader #drabble #yandere male #sub yandere #fem reader

[malewifeharem]

YK I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT OM STOOD FOR.. ANYWAY CAN WE GET BELPHIE IN THE YAN ALPHABET HOUSE PLEASE :3 ☁️

yandere!belphegor alphabet

彡- ,, yandere om! belphegor alphabet (template from @dear-yandere eheheheh)

cw ⁞ OMSWD CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS, death threats, violence, manipulation, just general yandere behaviour??? not proofread.

an ⁞ lmk if there are any other warnings i should add!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

he loves cuddling and napping with you. it may not seem like he loves you — the only sign of affection you receive, being cuddles and naps. but trust me, his love for you is INTENSE... he has slaughtered many people for you. past lovers, bullies, any and all who have wronged you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he's willing to eliminate anyone for you. it can get very messy... lucifer has had to call for help to clean up evidence before. although his older brother tries his best to clean up after him, word still got out about the youngest's aggressive tendencies — simply because he leaves too many crime scenes behind, it's almost impossible to clean them all in such a short time. he's probably thought of eradicating the whole of purgatory hall and diavolo's castle too.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

100%. you've heard him call you the meanest names before. he will always remind you of your place as a human —you'll always be inferior to him, like his little pet.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

putting you to sleep when and wherever he likes. arguing with him? go to sleep, maybe you'll start talking sense when you wake. out in public? he suddenly feels like you've spent too long outside, go to sleep, he'll take you home.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he doesn't tell you much, other than reports of only some of his victims. he keeps most of his carnal, deranged thoughts to himself. you're still well aware of his mania through his actions but you'll never know how deep his violent rabbit hole goes.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

if he's in a good mood, he might play along, just don't take it too far. if he's not, he'll lazily warn you first. if that doesn't work, he'll threaten you — reminding you of what he's done, what he can always do. if you decide to continue being a 'brat', he won't hesitate to wring your neck — not too harshly, he still needs to keep you around.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

he thinks it's amusing. he forces you test his limits and wear skimpy clothes out and visit the dangerous places he's warned you about. he'll let you go out and 'have your fun' but he's stalking your every move — like you're his prey. he likes feeling jealous of the other people around you so he can 'reclaim' you back at home. (read N for what happens at home hehe)

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

you went too far with your 'teasing' one night and it ended in him strangling you with his tail again. you were seeing all black, your struggling limbs almost giving out on you. you genuinely thought you were going to succumb to the same demon again, but he eventually let go of you. it took you awhile to recover — laying on the floor, having a coughing fit and your vision still barely coming back. he stared down at you before letting out a satisfied "hmph." maybe you'll learn your lesson this time.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

believe it or not, he does imagine marriage with you. you, walking down the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress, towards him. he'll prepare a ring for you once you've settled down with him and stop fighting back. (he won't be doing any chores in the rs)

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he stirs up his own feelings of jealousy so it's kind of his fault. he likes possessing you and claiming you as his. whether or not its by punishments or marking you physically. (should i make a nsfw continuation of this...?)

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he loves the scent of you —stealing pieces of your clothing to smell and sleep with. he'll stick his nose as deep into your neck as he can to get the essence of you into his system. this is part of why he loves cuddling and napping with you too — holding you closely and wrapping his tail and limbs around you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

he does get broody if you hang out around other people other than beel. anyone else from HoL, purgatory hall and especially diavolo and barbatos are completely off limits to you. before he started acted aggressively, he would defensively lurk around you to make sure no one got too affectionate with you. when you notice him, he has to clutch his shirt to stop his thumping heart from beating out of his chest. surely this means you appreciate his protection!

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

nope. he acts aggressively towards everyone but beel. everyone close to the brothers are aware of his hostility and have tried reasoning with him before but has basically given up. diavolo has tried restraining the youngest brother again but lucifer has promised to keep his violence at bay.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

oh... he's cruel. if he's lenient, he'll give you nightmares in your sleep. if you've been disobedient, good luck... he'll wrap his tail around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze — reminding you of your previous end. you never know if he'll actually take your life again — that's what's most scary. he knows how much it terrifies you but he's a demon baby, it's what they do.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

your health is constantly at risk after your body has had to endure multiple chokings but proper healthcare isn't available to you. the only medication you'll get is some ointment meant for demon burns.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

it depends on his mood. he's very unpredictable, with his patience levels fluctuating very often — making him all the more dangerous.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

he would be in a state of pure disbelief for months, hallucinating and dreaming versions of you. then, he'll move onto finding ways to bring you back or pray that you'll return back to him in hell. (we all goin to hell for even reading this bffr)

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

although he lets you roam around devildom somewhat freely, he'll never completely let go of you. you're his to keep and possess.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

being locked up in the attic created attachment issues in him. he finds a need to claim you and feel wanted by you. when you come running back to him, he feels euphoria — even if you're forced to.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

he feels uneasy, not knowing how to confront the situation directly so he uses the only method he knows. putting you to sleep is the easiest way for him to sedate you and calm you down. isolating yourself breaks his heart but he'll try his best to break your defensive stance and get you to come and cuddle to ease the tension away.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

(i'll skip this since i still dont't know the definition of a classic yandere TT)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

if you could somehow find a way to possess a spell book, you could try finding a way to create a clone of you while the real you goes to find diavolo or barbatos. they have the authority and power to guard you from him and lock him back in that attic. lucifer will definitely be disappointed that he's failed to protect you again but you've had enough.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

yes. (read F and N)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he treasures whatever affection you spare him and he secretly worships the ground you walk on. he doesn't try to win you over because there is no one for him to compete for him the begin with! none of them can fight him if they're all six feet below ground.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

he could only stand watching you from afar for a few months before snapping. he couldn't go on any longer without you in his room, in his arms, under his control and claim.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

yes yes yes and yes. he doesn't care if you lose your mind, then you'll be even more susceptible to his manipulation. you'll be much more obedient and finally stop whining and struggling all the damn time!

#obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #obey me! #shall we date obey me #obey me #omswd belphegor #om! belphegor #om belphegor #omswd #omnb #belphegor x mc #belphegor x reader #obey me nightbringer #om! nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me mc #belphegor x you #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #yandere alphabet #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere #yandere obey me #x reader #omswd x reader #omswd belphie

[moljh]

Starts With A Pen

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington likes to flirt with you during class but is definitely not prepared for what you have to say one day.

Fluff, flirting, vague mentions of sex

Unedited - quick idea put together

You had an extra long history class to end the day every Monday, which was just a cruel way to start the school week. Most of your classmates were already exhausted and weren't even thinking about class at this point in the day.

You were trying your best to focus on the monotone drawl of Mr Higgins at the front of the class but you felt you mind drifting. He was talking about some sort of ancient civilisation when the door to the classroom swung open.

It was no surprise who waltzed into the class, late as usual, the king himself. Steve Harrington merely nodded at your teacher, no questions or excuses were exchanged, he was far above that, exempt from regular treatment.

In the short few steps he took to reach his own seat, you could've sworn every girl in the class had awoken from a daze at the mere presence of the boy. Their wandering eyes, watched him at he wove between the desks and unfortunately took his assigned seat beside you.

You couldn't lie, Steve Harrington was an attractive person, he had a certain typical beauty about him. Though any romantic feelings you had towards him were eradicated the moment he opened his mouth.

Flopping down into the seat beside you, he didn't even bother to take out a notebook, just leant back in the chair and stared at the ceilings. You however, despite the enticement of distraction, had to try and at least take notes, as you were afforded the luxury of falling back on a parents money after graduation. You had goals of collage and hopefully a good one, the further from Hawkins the better.

As time seemed the slowly tick by, the room fell back into its usual atmosphere. Heads fell back onto desks, people resumed whispered conversations and Mr Higgins continued the lesson, seemingly not by those not paying attention; as he too was looking forward to the final bell.

You were mindlessly scribbling down notes when your left arm was poked "Hey"

Turning towards the offender, you shot a look of dismissal at the boy sitting next to you

But once again he poked you "Hey"

"What?" you quickly replied, tone laced with a bit more anger than you meant

"Do you have a pen?"

"Yes"

"Well can I borrow it?"

"You don't even have a book with you"

"Who said I was writing in a book"

Rolling your eyes, you bent down and grabbed your spare pen and handed it to him.

"Thanks" he said

You tried to not take any notice of him, as he doodled on the corner of his side of the desk. Finally the bell sounded and everyone practically leapt up from their seats and fled the room. Packing up your things you realised Harrington had already left, but smiled when you saw the pen placed in the centre of the desk. You were honestly surprised he hadn't just taken it.

Just as luck would have it, you had the exact same class on a Friday afternoon, which was possibly more torturous than the Monday. This time souls were withering and the will to live was slim. It was the final class of the last day of the week and it seemed to go on for longer than anything in human history. Well you may have exaggerated slightly, but it couldn't have been a worst timetable schedule.

Once again, approximately 10 minutes into the lesson, Steve Harrington arrived; late and without an excuse. Again he wandered into the classroom and flopped down next to you.

"Can I borrow a pen?" he asked you once more

"Fine" was all you bothered to say, knowing he'd at least leave it

The class proceeded as normal for a while longer until Harrington once again caught your attention.

"You coming to my party tonight?" he asked you

"I don't know, depends if I can get a lift" you replied honestly, not taking your eyes away from the blackboard up front

"Well you betta, can't have a pretty girl sitting at home by herself all night"

You just chuckled at his comment and tried to focus on you notes.

"What a guy can't pay a gorgeous girl a compliment?" he asked, seemingly confused by your reaction

"Not when it's coming from someone who's used that line about a million times"

He seemed to not know how to reply to that and the conversation ended.

This routine continued for a while. Harrington would arrive to class late, borrow your pen for some reason and hopelessly attempt to flirt with you the entire time.

It was approaching exam week and this particular lesson regarding what to expect during the assessment was quite important to you. However, as usual Steve Harrington wasn't allowing you to focus.

He had progressed to drawing small images on the corner of your pages and whispering in your ear to get your attention. Usually you didn't that much, your quick remarks came easily, but today you needed to pay attention.

"You know if you just gave me a chance I'd make it worth your while" Steve whispered

Turning towards the grinning boy, you were fed up with him more than usual in that moment. Leaning in closely, you brought your lips so close you could feel them brushing against his ear.

"Unless you're going to bend me over this desk right this second and fuck me in front of everyone until I can't walk, I'd appreciate if you would shut the fuck up and let me concentrate"

You'd honestly never seen someone so awestruck. Steve just sat in front of you frozen, mouth agape. Happy with your message, you turned back and followed the lesson until the bell sounded.

Grateful it was the weekend you gathered your things and went to close you notebook when you save something scribbled down at the bottom of the page. Looking closer you smirked at what was written.

'Good thing I have a desk at home too'

#stranger things #stranger things one shot #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve x y/n #steve x reader #steve stranger things #stranger things steve #fanfic #one shot #oneshot #steve fluff #steve harrington fluff #you x steve #reader x steve harrington

[cross-my-heartt]

Three antagonists, three distinct attitudes, all representative of what the Empire stands for as a whole

I wanted to take a moment to appreciate what a good job TBB has been doing with its antagonists so far, especially our three imperial officers here. A good antagonist is so important to a good story and I love how each of these characters has a distinct feel about them even though they’re all meant to represent the Empire’s worst qualities. (Yes, Hemlock isn’t included here. That guy's a whole new category of yikes.)

Tarkin: ruthless authoritarianism

Tarkin is the perfect representation of unfeeling single-minded power. He's willing to go however far it takes to accomplish the Empire's goals, eradicating all that stand in its way or dare to oppose it. He hated the jedi for their reluctance to go against their moral code and their unwillingness to bend to the Republic’s will and he hates the clones for much the same reason.

Tarkin believes that nothing should stand in the way of victory. He is the face of a regime that tolerates no opposition, no hesitation and no failure and shows no inhibitions when enforcing those rules.

Morals and human lives are meaningless when the interests of the Empire are at stake.

In a way that simplicity is what makes him so intimidating – his is a straightforward but absolute point of view. That’s scary as hell when it belongs to someone with so much power.

Rampart: calculating ambition

Unlike Tarkin, Rampart represents those that see power as an end rather than a means to one. He’s the rank climber. The smarmy bootlicker. The ambitious overachiever who’s willing to make concessions in the name of success.

We learn that the implementation of chain codes was his initiative. That he’s the one behind project War Mantle. We see how animated and obsequious he is when talking to Tarkin only for him to show his true (dismissive and arrogant) colors to those he considers his subordinates later.

He readily uses and manipulates those he can use for the sake of his own personal gain. This could be the renegade batch or Crosshair to whom he's open about his doubt in regards to his loyalty and that’s where he and Tarkin differ.

He’s dangerous because he is cunning and his cunning allows him to exploit the opportunities the Empire has to offer. He may or may not care for the system itself, but he certainly cares about what it can do for him, which is why he works to further its cause.

It's the kind of self interest that has little regard for morality. Rampart isn’t tolerant of anything that threatens his reputation and by extension his chances of success and he will dispose of anyone who isn’t convenient to him.

Which makes it all the more ironic that he himself was disposed of when he became inconvenient to the Empire.

Nolan: bigoted loyalty

If Rampart was the calculating opportunist, Nolan is his (even more) despicable counterpart. He’s the small insecure man who nonetheless profits from his political alignment, not because he’s competent but because he’s a good little imperial henchman and it gives him a sense of importance.

All in all, he’s the precursor to all the bumbling imperial officers we see in later star wars media, who stand not on merit but on selling themselves to a regime.

A man who cowers at a little turbulence

and has no experience under his belt and yet touts his rank and considers himself better than the clones.

He’s the typical bigot who tramples over others – resorting to derogatory labels (such as 'used equipment') and treating them as less than human – just because he can and because it gives him a power high.

If Rampart saw the clones as a resource that could be used to the very end, Nolan sees sparing medical supplies for one as a ‘waste of resources’. Which is bullshit of course. But prejudice is pretty bad at pretending it’s logical. And the show does a good job of showing us the various little pathetic excuses it tries to hide behind.

(I thought I couldn't hate this guy more and yet I somehow managed it after writing this lol.)

#tbb #the bad batch #tbb meta #admiral rampart #wilhuff tarkin #lieutenant nolan #tbb rampart #grand moff tarkin #tbb season 2 #my meta #honestly I wanna hear you guys' opinions too #I have a feeling we all hate nolan the most #tarkin and rampart are more on the scary side #nolan is just begging to be prevented from reproducing (good job Crosshair)

[misc-obeyme]

simeon having had exposure to small pox in a way that it exists in his system but as an angel his immune system never paid it any mind then he turns human and mc has to pull up to the doctors office w him asap like 'hey yknow that vaccine we havent really had to use in decades since the disease was eradicated? yeah break that bad boy out. also we need appointments for everything else' and when the doctors are like 'why is this grown man not vaccinated against anything and also how is he still alive????' mc gets to go 'whackjob asshole father' (in this house we talk shit about om god)

Yessssss because OM god is the WORST and I am ALWAYS good with shit talking that guy.

Ahhh poor Simeon, I imagine him being his usual calm and smiling self while on the inside he's freaking out like am I gonna die!?

Meanwhile, MC is trying to figure out what to put on his new patient paperwork. They're gonna have to come up with a believable year for his birthday on the spot. And I suppose they could just say he has no history of illness in his family at all, which would technically be true? MC's like okay no medications, pretty sure Simeon doesn't smoke, uh... and then they'd have to ask. Hey Simeon, are you sexually active? I gotta know for the papers.

And Simeon's just like excuse you?? (Unless MC already knows the answer to this question tee hee...)

Do they even make the small pox vaccine anymore?? I have no idea, to be honest with you. Gonna need a TDAP and whatever they call the ones for measles & mumps... the dr's like... uhhh does he want the COVID vaccine too? Simeon's not going to understand the political nonsense behind that question, so he just goes with whatever MC suggests. Do they still do the polio vaccine?? I'm not sure about that one, either, but he might need that, too.

I think there may be some time in between things like I think TDAP has two shots? He might have to go back for a second round on some of them. I don't know if you can even get them all at once. Also if he's already got the diseases would it be too late?? I really don't know lol.

I like to think that he managed to survive, even if it was a trial by fire, through the help of MC and the miracle of modern medicine. What a way to welcome him to his new human life!

#I don't remember getting sick for any vaccine other than COVID #which took me out for a couple days #but if Simeon has to deal with any such symptoms #you know MC will be there to take care of him #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me simeon #anon asks #misc answers #spoilers #obey me spoilers

[bloodynereid]

Donec mors nos separaverit - Love and Death

a/n: hope you enjoy this little self-indulgent meet-cute fic :) I am currently obsessed with Wednesday so send in requests for any of the characters and I would be delighted to write them. also I was listening to Weyes Blood while reading this so you might want to listen to the And In the Darkness, Hearts Aglow album (which I fervently recommend)

pairing: wednesday x fem! necromancer reader

tw: talk about death, organs and resurrection, descriptions of alchemy and necromancer stuff, dead rabbit that gets re-alived

description: Weems needed Wednesday to find an extracurricular activity and that leads to finding you, the singular member of the alchemy club and a necromancer.

“Well, this has been a complete and utter waste of time.” Wednesday stood at the top of a winding staircase that she hadn’t even remembered seeing at any point in her short time at Nevermore. Which was illogical since the staircase was right next to the path she took to classes. Narrowing her eyes, she took a step into the shadows thinking that the worst that could happen would be her being bored again. The best thing would be a kidnapping or even better the cold embrace of death finally catching up with her, even if it would be a pity not to have solved the mystery.

The walls that lined the staircase were completely bare except for a succession of torches, the cold emanating from the solid stone permeated Wednesday’s bones, making a little smirk appear on her face. A strange combination of herbs and some unusual underlying scent got stronger as she descended the stairs. It reminded her of home. She was liking it better and better every second.

When she finally reached the landing a strange sight awaited her. It was similar to a library but also completely different. Rich, old multi-colored volumes lined one side of the room, a large fireplace containing a lilac and green flame sat behind a table as well as the entirety of the other side of the room had a collection of small windows but mostly had shelves filled with distilled organs, strange bubbling solutions and vials of what seemed to look like black blood.

The most curious sight of all was the woman sitting with her back turned to the stairs, clad in a dark robe with the sleeves rolled up, she had her hands hovering over a… white rabbit? And those hands seemed to have bulging black veins.

“Just a little more, darling.” What previously looked like a lifeless rabbit suddenly jumped a foot in the air but the girl caught it in her now-normal looking hands. “Good boy. Now let’s get you out of here.”

Sensing that the girl was about to turn around, Wednesday’s mouth snapped shut and her usual neutral face reappeared. When the girl caught sight of Wednesday her eyes widened and the hand that was stroking the rabbit immediately stopped.

“Um, may I assist you with something?”

“Principal Weems sent me down here. You are the last extracurricular on my list.” Wednesday answered matter of factually, trying to stop thinking about what she had just seen. She was in awe. Something that didn’t happen often. But she was also suspicious of this girl she had never even heard a thing about from Enid.

“Oh right! You must be Wednesday, she did warn me about your visit. I am Y/N L/N, Nevermore’s resident necromancer.”

You swallowed quickly after your introduction and looked down to Nivens, your pet rabbit that had somehow had the wonderful idea that he should drink ‘Aqua regia’, a mixture of hydrochloric and nitric acid, the poor fella had nearly been eradicated if you hadn’t found him in time. You went back to stroking his silky hair, glancing up to meet Wednesday’s striking brown eyes again.

“Necromancer as in…”

“Bringing dead things back to life, yes. I also specialize in alchemy but with more of a scientific edge. Which is what this club is all about. Peculiarly enough, not many people exactly appreciate looking over old books or seeing the dead rise again.”

“Well they seem to be missing something quite intriguing.” Your eyebrows shot up, Weems had warned you that Wednesday was well… unpleasant to say the least but this, this was not that.

 “I- thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me? I am merely stating a fact. Death intrigues me and your ability to elude it just adds to the fascination.”

“Glad I have found a like-minded soul. Let me just put Nivens into his cage and I can show you some of the ropes. Feel free to look over anything but be careful to touch anything, that is how this little guy perished.” You bopped Nivens’ nose before pointing to the black vials. “Those you can touch or drink. They’re just coffee with variants of minerals and minute amounts of esters. Side project I was working on a while ago.”

You gave her a nod before slipping into the side room and carefully putting Nivens back into his cage. Passing a stick of celery and double-checking the latch, you took off your cloak and pulled on a comfy, white knit sweater. It gets drafty down here.

While Y/N was going to put away her Alice in Wonderland rabbit, Wednesday took the opportunity to shake herself out of whatever pleasant wave had come upon her while meeting the necromancer. She had even complimented her! When did she last do that? Probably never. Right, snap out of it, Wednesday.

She first went over to look at the organs, carefully examining each of them and seeing the first states of deterioration on some of them. That explained the unusual smell that lingered in the air. Rotting flesh. One of her signatures.

Wednesday then inspected the black vials that Y/N insisted were coffee. Well being poisoned to death was a comforting thought. She shrugged and picked up four of the little vials and then took a seat on a stool at the center table. Carefully plucking off the stopper on one of them, Wednesday took a swig and let the explosion of flavors encompass her mind. Wow. That was the best coffee she had ever tasted.

You walked back into the room dawning your sweater when you spotted Wednesday nursing one of the vials as she skimmed over what definitely looked like your journal.

“You know that looking at other people’s personal items isn’t exactly polite, right?” Wednesday looked up from the table and didn’t even have the audacity to look ashamed, her pale face wasn’t even dusted with a blush.

“It wouldn’t be private if it was just sitting out here, ready for anyone to pry.”

“You are quite right. That is one of my old journals so it would mostly contain nonsense. Here, if you are going to look at my material, at least read the interesting things.” You placed my newest and not yet finished leather bound notebook on the table.

After a few minutes of skimming and leafing through the pages, she looked up to try and meet your eye but you had silently made your way over to the fireplace. She found you staring at the flames before carefully adding powders that were on the mantelpiece. Muttering under your breath the inscribed instructions in the journal she had just been looking at. Wednesday shut the book, picked up another vial and made her way over to stand next to you.

“What exactly are you doing?”

“Well… I wanted to do something basic for you so I brought out one of my old experiments. Flame tests I did when I was five years old. Nearly gave my mother more of a heart attack than when she found out I was a necromancer. Here.” You placed a pot of silvery black powder into her hand, careful to avoid skin to skin contact. “Just throw in as much as you’d like.”

Wednesday’s pale fingers picked up a pinch of the powder and then she tossed it into the multi-colored flames. A second later they erupted and turned a bright blue. The room became tinted in a blue sheen that disappeared a second later. Wednesday turned to you with a smirk on her face. Oh no.

“Could we do black?” 

The rest of the afternoon and well into the twilight hours were spent throwing in different powders as well as minutely speaking about random subjects that the girls both held a fascination with. Mainly death. They conversed about their funeral plans and Y/N showed Wednesday some of the different organs she had been experimenting with. All animals, sadly. 

You gifted Wednesday her own journal and sent her off with a few historical books as well as one of your own journals. Tasking her with reading them for your next meeting.

Wednesday had never felt such anguish in the presence of a kindred spirit. She had an inkling as to what her parents may feel for each other, even if she would never admit it.

You eagerly awaited the next time you would see Wednesday. You were incredibly unfamiliar with the feelings that sprouted the second she had entered your little world but you were eager to explore them.

hope you enjoyed it and feel free to voice ur thoughts in the comments

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[darkscorpiox]

TWST – Villains are the heroes who have failed and fallen (Glorious Masquerade Event)

We have analyzed the characters based on the Great Sevens, now we have Rollo Flamme.

We know that Quasimodo’s journey was to unlearn everything Frollo had abusively taught him lest he  became like him and perpetuated the cycle of hatred and prejudice. So it’s the same with Rollo.

Let’s start with his hatred of magic users. He considers them a disturbance to the “safety of the people” like how Frollo does with Romani. When he talks to the NRC students, especially Sebek, or sees something magically bad, he covers the lower half of his face with a handkerchief which shares the same color and patterns as Esmeralda’s scarf, the symbol of Frollo’s lust for said woman.

By treating magic users like a stench to his person, he falls even deeper into depravity (like overdosing on medicines). Also, since Rollo is a magic user as well, his hatred is directed inward as well. His younger brother died because he hadn’t been careful with his magic. The magic that the latter loved so much was the cause of his demise. How could Rollo see anything good about it, about that part of himself, after that horrible incident?

In the 2014 musical adaptation of the movie, Frollo’s brother was a man who sought pleasure in immoral activities (e.g.: drinking, gambling). The final nail in the coffin was his romantic relationship with a Romani woman with whom he ran off after people, noticeably his brother, found out about it. He met his end on his deathbed after Frollo promised to care for his son, Quasimodo, as if he was his own.

If the Romani woman Quasimodo was under the care of at the beginning of the movie was his biological mother, then that would mean Romani blood flowed in his veins (like in the musical adaptation). Frollo lied about the circumstances behind his orphanhood to make himself look better in the eyes of the latter, to justify the discrimination against Romani people. Quasimodo would have grown to despise them (and the Romani part of his identity) too if it hadn’t been for Esmeralda telling him that she and her people weren’t as bad as Frollo believed them to be.

However, he hadn’t been free of Frollo’s influence yet. On TvTropes, Frollo’s and Quasimodo’s respective opinions of Esmeralda are presented as an example of the Madonna-whore complex (Film — Animated folder). I’m sure you know which sees her as which. Rollo displayed the same mindset (though the factor is instead one’s magical abilities) through the way he interacted with Malleus and Yuu.

Malleus, as (one of) the most powerful magical being(s) in Twisted Wonderland, was the embodiment of everything Rollo feared and hated about magic. In the latter’s eyes, the former didn’t exercise restraint when using his magic and thus, showed no care for the safety of the others around him (after what we saw in Chapter 7, he’s not completely wrong), making him the worst kind of magic user, the kind of evil that should be eradicated for the “well-being” of others.

Meanwhile, due to their magicless status, Yuu was perceived by Rollo as someone pure. For that reason, he expressed genuine sympathy and compassion for their supposed plight of being the only one of their kind among their magic-using peers (again, he’s not too far off, in my opinion). But the moment they convey an opinion opposite to his…

…he believes another innocent soul has fallen under the allure of magic.

Next, we are told that he took good care of the gargoyles well, treating them like how Quasimodo did with his. Yet he didn’t give any of them a thought when he put his plan in motion (unless he didn’t know they can be brought to life thanks to magic).

That’s what would have happened if Quasimodo had kept listening to Frollo instead of his gargoyle friends and Esmeralda: doing the “right thing” or getting what he wanted at the cost of many (like Frollo).

In the movie, Frollo abused his authority to tyrannize the inhabitants of Paris, notably the Romani community, so that everything conform to what he deemed right. In the musical adaptation, he wanted to eradicate the Romani people because they embodied the vices which had pushed his brother into a life of depravity (the latter had genuinely loved his Romani lover and had wanted to be free from the repressed lifestyle of the church). Whether he had acted out of (self-)righteousness or grief, no one was happy with his attempts to clip everyone’s wings (his included), not even him, though he would never admit it.

While Frollo was right that the world is cruel, Esmeralda and the gargoyles showed Quasimodo that it remains so only if you keep believing there is nothing good out there (pun intended). In short, he shouldn’t isolate himself from the world just because of one or a few bad experiences (like Frollo).

Rollo must do the same. Magic can be dangerous if one is not careful with it, but he must not let that cautiousness become his (and the world’s) cage or he will never get to fly.

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[blue-chimera]

People talk about Dean being prejudiced against monsters — and, well, he is. But he also basically grew up in a war zone and experienced his first act of terrorism at age 4, when his mom was killed in front of him. And then his dad conscripted him into guerrilla warfare to get revenge.

And I've seen people judge Dean so hard for having this prejudice (like it's proof that he's the scum of the earth), but that reaction is just puzzling to me. Cuz that's what violence DOES to just about everybody. It's really hard to get past this kind of basic hardwired stuff cuz your brain needs simple heuristics for survival reasons. If you get attacked by a panther & you can generalize "big cats = dangerous," you've got a massive leg up over someone who needs to get attacked by every species of big cat before concluding that they're all dangerous. And lessons that are drilled into your brain with fear & pain have serious sticking power.

I'm obviously not arguing that prejudice is fine. (I hope it goes without saying that prejudice is something we should all be trying to eradicate in ourselves.) I'm just saying we should be aware of how prejudice can be born of real suffering. Because it means we're all susceptible to it: to turning our pain into prejudice & letting our injuries become an excuse to lash out blindly. And it's too easy to let it happen if you tell yourself that this is something that only the worst people feel or do...

Here's one way we see it happen: You get hurt by Group B1, but you don't differentiate between subgroups of B, so you retaliate against all of B. B2 now sees themselves as victims of your unprovoked attack, and you're a member of C2, so they seek revenge against all of C. Or, they target C2 but C3 gets caught in the crossfire, and so on. So now you're a perpetrator of violence, stuck in a cycle of violence with no clear way out, and maybe you've even hurt B more than C was hurt to start with. But that doesn't mean you weren't a victim with a legitimate grievance originally.

This is why violence is a self-perpetuating cycle. You may think you're too smart to get caught up in something like that, but it's not about being smart. Intelligence can tell you that you were an injured party, but it can't (by itself) tell you what to do about it. Rather, breaking the cycle requires the courage to engage in honest self-reflection, the willingness to practice empathy, & the humility to admit you could be making a mistake.

Storytelling is one way we can begin to cultivate these traits in ourselves. Storytelling can help us to see things with enough distance to judge but enough closeness to empathize (and thereby understand our own vulnerability to making these kinds of mistakes).

For example, look at Dean. A demon kills his mom, and he kills everything that goes bump in the night. And the crazy thing is that Dean realizes he's got a prejudice against monsters really early on in the show. After seeing Lenore for what she really is in S2:E3, he grasps the implications of pacifist vamps right away and pretty much immediately calls out his own attitudes & past actions.

(Which, frankly, shows Dean to be a lot more openminded than folks usually want to give him credit for! When you're up against that kind of trauma-induced lifelong prejudice, it'd be easy to shrug it off with something like, "She's just one vamp. An aberration. It doesn't mean anything." Much, much easier than confronting the fact that you personally might've killed innocent people. Again, this is why it takes courage & humility to look truth in the eye.)

But the war is still raging. And, as we come to see, "knowing" something vs. truly internalizing it (letting it guide your behavior) are 2 separate things. And imagine how much worse, how much harder it must be to try to parse out prejudice from justified wariness when you're an active soldier on the battlefield, a battlefield with no clear lines. It should come as no surprise, then, that Dean flips out when Ruby pushes Sam to use his powers, either in S3 when this first solidifies his distrust & dislike of her (dislike that had been visibly softening after she saved his life in S3:E9, "Malleus Maleficarum," before her agenda on that front became clear) or in S4, when he comes back to find that she's succeeded in "converting" Sam.

And it's ironic that Dean's instincts about Ruby ultimately turn out to be right, given that they're backed by little more than prejudice. But that, too, is like real life: One of the hardest things about letting go of prejudice is the fact that even a broken clock is right twice a day. The beleaguered underdog — the persecuted minority — the victim of prejudice — is not always innocent. To look at this a different way: just because someone's prejudiced against you doesn't automatically make you "the good guy." Dean was wrong to be prejudiced against Ruby... but he also happened to be right.

It's possible for both sides to have grievances, and it's possible for both sides to have done wrong. Or, to say it another way: You've got to do good stuff to be the good guy. Just being an injured party? The other guy being bad? None of that makes you automatically good. None of that means you get to just totally throw critical thinking or self-reflection out the window. "They did X so now anything goes" is a race to the bottom just waiting to happen. Even when "X" is truly horrific, like burning a woman alive in front of her small child. Dean could've used that as an excuse to never stop killing. And if you can't make room for the duality of victimized & victimizer in a single party, it's hard to even begin to understand that as wrong.

So... yeah. Even though it would've been satisfying to see Dean's prejudice stymied by the S4 finale instead of seemingly validated, there's still a lot of value to be gleaned from analyzing the messages throughout the show (and season 4 in particular) about prejudice & its role in the cycle of violence; about what Dean knows (and doesn't know) vs. what he believes vs. how he acts; about the role his prejudice played in helping push Sam into Ruby's arms (which is something I would argue), etc.

#prejudice and self-perpetuating cycles of violence in supernatural #spn meta #understanding dean winchester #dean winchester #long post #finally posting this #spn

[scribble-dribble-writes]

hi!! could i request smthn w miguel o’hara based on vampire by olivia rodrigo?? 🙇‍♀️ it can be gn or fem

Interesting, very interesting

*rubs hands together to make the most tear jerking piece ever*

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Dream crusher

Word count: 1000

Warnings: angst, lot of angst, antihero x assassin reader trope 😏😌🤭

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The argument had gotten to its peak, as he stepped to reach for you, to console you but you took a step back.

The last six months had been tumultuous. Filled every high and every low, stuck in a loop of wanting his affection and trying to convict him for his crimes because that was why you were here. To eradicate him, to end him. And here he was with those dark brown eyes that turned into honey, only for you. And now you were at a crossroads.

But you put out your reasoning, that if you could somehow flip this scenario onto him, if you could get him to break then what you had to do would become easy, to stick the dagger and vanish into the multiverse.

“How’s the castle built off people you pretend to care about?”, you asked him. Gesturing to his lab and the screens that were lit behind him.

“Look at you, cool guy, you got it.”, you huffed to see his emotions flicker across his face even though he did his best to remain placid.

“Six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise.”, you let the remark out and it was taking effect. It was breaking him down.

“Why are you doing this? Don’t self sabotage.”, he held himself together. And it cut you deeper because he had caught on to exactly what you were doing.

“I loved you, truly. Todavía te amo.”, his fingers fidgeted for you and it amazed at how much power you held.

“You gotta laugh at the stupidity.”, you huffed as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“How couldn’t you see why I was here, Miguel?”, you furrowed you brows but the anger with which you had arrived vanished. Now, the love you had for him was holding you back getting you to say words you didn't entirely mean.

“Did you think you could live here with such comfort around you? when I have to mourn my world, the one you destroyed.”, you marched towards him and with every step you took, he began to shrink. Till his shoulders were arched, his face downcast.

“I’ve made some real big mistakes, sure.”, you continued with your rampage.

“But you make the worst one look fine.”, you lashed out and he stood there, taking it.

He was letting you pummel him, and you were going ahead with full force as the anger surged but along with it was a voice begging for him to do something. To fight back, to react, because seeing him like this was breaking you down simultaneously.

But you had to do this. For revenge. For all the people who had lost their home. But as you paused, you heard him speak.

“Everyone I talked to, told me you were bad news.”, he said and it made you freeze.

“You called them crazy, Ah dios, I hate the way I called them crazy too.”, his eyes found yours and all your plans crumbled, cause tears were streaking down his cheek.

“How did you lie without flinching?”, he asked his eyes roaming across all the places he had kissed on your face, as he was hurting from not seeing the signs, for loving you without doubt.

“Qué fascinante, paralyzing tragic little thrill.”, he held his gaze, it softened as he said it and with that he looked away.

“Can’t figure out just how you do it.”, he mumbled as he looked defeated.

You mustered your courage. You had a cause. You were doing this for justice. You wanted to touch his cheek.

Justice.

You wanted to turn his face towards you.

Justice.

You clenched your fist as you resisted.

“I should have known it was strange.”, you said it but your words were beginning to lack their prior punch. Now they seeped with feeling.

“You only come out at night.”, you didn’t have the strength you thought you did.

“I used to think I was smart.”, you zoned out, all your strategies and plans now failed.

“But you made me look so naïve.”, because his love had transformed you. He had shown you his true self and the wounds he harboured from what had happened.

And as you stood there in the silence, your eyes flitting to his lips reminding you of all the nights he had whispered sweet nothings or the soft longing kisses he gave you, especially the one time he was so happy to have you with him that it had caused his fangs to nip the edge of your lips by accident. But it was you who had sunk your fangs of vengeance into him now and he was bleeding all over.

“You said it was true love.”, he turned to you but his eyes now red, filled with hurt and sorrow.

“but wouldn’t that be hard?”, he laughed cynically.

“You can’t love anyone, because that would mean you had a heart.”, he pushed away from the desk, slowly resuming to stand to his full height to look down on you.

But it wasn’t true what he said, you held your head high to face off against him but in truth you were holding back your tears. The damage you wanted to do to him was useless and somehow with every word he said with his broken heart, it wounded you much more deeply. Because you loved him and you couldn't uphold your cause.

“I have made some big mistakes.”, he reached for you slowly and this time you couldn’t move away. So you stayed, to feel his finger trace your cheek.

“But you made the worst one look fine.”, he said with a sad smile. Because the worst thing you had ever done was what you did now. You broke his already shattered heart.

“The way you sold me for parts and bled me dry of all my feeling for you.”, he didn’t let you go and your body craved his warmth. This plan of yours had failed and now you dealt with it’s torturous aftermath. He was never going to let you get close again.

He leaned down, almost as if he was going to kiss you but stopped as his lips hovered over yours.

“I was going to ask you to marry me.”, he whispered and it sent a chill down your spine.

Instead he clicked his tongue as though he had been met with misfortune.

“Dream crusher.”, he said with a weight and it broke your heart. With that he moved away, taking with him all the love you had only ever dreamed of.

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[emmieblueeyes]

Let me introduce you to my inner voice. She is one serious bitch! She's cruel, violent and she hates me.

At my worst moments of failure and personal recognition of lameness, she is there to cast a shadow over me. She tells me that I am disgusting. She tells me that I am a mistake. That I am ugly and that no one would miss me. She twists harmless comments made by the people in my life into cruel proof that if I was to die today, people would move on. She tells me I am a coward. She tells me everybody, especially me would be better off if I wasn't here.

She makes me cry. She also makes sense to me. I know her, she's been around for a long time and I secretly believe she's right.

Positive mental health has been made into a morbidly obese happiness eater. People are applauded and heralded as positive role models when they tell you on various media platforms how to keep smiling, how to chase your goals, how to be happy in spite of your traumas, and road rage at traffic. Most of all, these welfare and mental health gurus tell you various steps on how to have a positive or solution focused mindset that will eradicate the toxic inner voice.

I am going to a funeral tomorrow. For a client that I cared about and I want to honour them. I work in social work. I bought a dress. My boyfriend asked to see pictures that he could look at from across a different time zone. The evening descended into chaos. Seven months ago I was 24 stone. I am now 17 stone. I wasnt always big. Five years ago, I had a wonderful body that I wasn't grateful for and judged. I used to wear dresses everyday. Now I rarely wear them because my big belly and tree trunk calves cause me to wince and so I wear clothes that are strategic in what they highlight and hide. I go to the gym every day. I have cut out wheat, sugar and I live in calorie deficit. It works. Week on week, I lose pounds, small and great. But when I wear the dress, there is still mounds of fat everywhere. I can't send any photos to my boyfriend. He's not going to be turned on by my morbidly obese backside and bouncy castle physique. I am not turned on by it. I have another 7 stone to lose to be at my target. I look terrible in the dress. I look terrible full stop. I look as large as I did at 24 stone. I don't look normal, I look like an eye sore.

That's when the bitch serves me her best hits. She unleashes such torment that I want to die. I truly want to close my eyes and not wake up. I don't think I would really be missed for long. I am a blimp. Remembered and then forgotten. Not truly needed by anyone that couldn't replace me. I am temporarily suicidal. Seriously and not.

I say this as someone who not only works in mental health but as a trainee therapist about to qualify this year.

Good mental health is not the absence of toxic thoughts or never having a desire to die or to hurt yourself. It is the ability to know how to make sure that you around tomorrow and the day after. To continue even with a bitch throwing shade. To try again, even when you believe her. Good mental health is being able to hold a state of hope and hopelessness - waiting for the choas to quieten and move towards a kinder reasoning.

I want media platforms to talk more about the bitch. Maybe if we talked more honest about her and her long-term stay in our own lives, more suicidal thoughts would stay temporary, and we wouldn't hide this bully so effectively. We could help each other wait it out. Like strangers at the bus stop during a storm. We talk, and we joke because together, it feels a little less shit and the bus seems to get there quicker.

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[chemdisaster]

a fanfic about post-tcd scar, how he deals with the life series and how he heals

ao3

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Scar eventually gets used to the zombies. Sure, at first it's awful, with him having panic attacks every time he so much as thinks of a zombie and murdering them violently every time he comes across them. But by around Season 6 of Hermitcraft, he's mostly fine with them, only occasionally flinching or feeling the familiar seize of panic when he's had a bad day or if he sees them in certain lighting.

The loneliness, though...that stays. The horrible isolation, the constantly being alone with nothing but the sound of groans and gunfire and your own thoughts. It made him go mad to the point of suicide when he was back there and it made him touch starved and petrified of being alone after he escaped. No zombie bite or broken leg can ever compare to the absolute agony of being truly alone, of silence.

He's afraid of being alone so he makes sure to surround himself with people. He's afraid of silence so he turns his first diamonds into jukeboxes and talks to himself whenever there's no one around to fill the air with noise. It takes him months to be comfortable sleeping alone and years before he can base somewhere where there isn't someone else's build within viewing distance. He makes a habit of leaving something small to make noise wherever he sleeps, be it a dripping tap or a ticking clock or the barely noticeable buzz of redstone. It gets easier when he finds Jellie in season 6 but he still feels the tendrils of loneliness begin to squeeze and cut his heart whenever he goes more than a day without seeing anyone. 

So when Last Life happens...it's like being back there again. And he tries his best to combat it like he always does in Hermitcraft, but it never works and they always leave him to suffer on his mountain. Alone. In silence. And he cannot handle it. And it makes him go mad just like it did the first time, makes him suicidal which shows as he becomes more and more reckless with his lives, eventually outright threatening to kill himself if they don't give his enchanter, the only thing that will push the loneliness away, back. Because he'd rather die than be alone. But here in this treacherous world, even death isn't enough.

He never quite recovers after Last Life, but meeting his friends again without the haze of bloodlust, hearing them apologise for the way things ended up there...it helps, somewhat. He learns to push away the loneliness lest it consume him during the day and he learns to hide the nightmares and panic attacks and helpless crying at night. It gets easier eventually and he thinks he might be healing.

Then Double Life rolls around and, well. He never thought it was possible to be surrounded by people in the closest way, yet still feel as miserable and alone as he was back there. He never thought being unwanted would hurt as much as never having anyone to want him in the first place. When he and Grian are running to the edge of the world and desperately gripping each other's hands, the only ones wholly untainted by the bloodlust, the only green names, it almost feels like being hunted again, like being the only human in a world inhabited by the undead. 

He falls into the zombie pit and screams as they claw at his body and tear it apart bit by bit and thinks oh no why didn't I bring my rifle why didn't I stock up on morphine why is this happening why why why and screams as he wakes up in Pearl's base. He has his worst panic attack in years there and pretends the Divorce Quartet didn't hear him screaming when he emerges and pretends that his body isn't shaking and his face isn't streaked with tears when he reaches his site of death. He doesn't look in the pit until all the zombies have been eradicated and feels a vindictive pleasure when Grian smashes the spawner into a million tiny pieces. 

It's almost a relief when he gets blown up not long after. Because if he's feeling the phantom pain of being burnt and torn apart limb from limb in seconds then he can't feel slimy skin and claws, and if his ears are ringing from explosives then they can't hear growls and gurgles and his own screaming. It's less of a relief when he dies again, because he dies alone and in complete silence, a silence that he can still hear when he respawns in his tree, his tree that hasn't been lived in in weeks, that now bears the echoes of grunts and screams in its roots.

Scar loses it after that. He doesn't get out of bed for nearly two weeks, shivering under his blankets as his mind tortures him by replaying every awful moment on repeat. He has nightmares and wakes up and still sees the nightmare on the back of his eyelids every time he closes his eyes. He's alone and the lowest he's ever been and he needs to do something, needs to talk to someone, to hear and see, but he can't get out of bed because he's terrified of what will happen to him outside of it if this is what is happening right now.

Cub comes over within a few days of Scar being back and tries to help, but despite knowing Scar's history, he understands that whatever set him back happened in the death games, and that he can't truly help him if he doesn't know what broke him. So he calls Grian. And Grian, despite dealing with his own guilt over their death and having treated Scar the way he did the entire game, despite thinking that Scar doesn't want to talk to him after he didn't respond to any of Grian's messages, still comes running as soon as Cub tells him that something's wrong with Scar. 

He finds Scar curled up in bed and rubs his upper arm and feels the way Scar's entire body stiffens under his touch. He calls Scar's name and Scar presses Grian's hand against his cheek and breaks. And Grian asks what's wrong, but Scar just pulls him down to the bed and wraps his entire body around him and sobs into his ear, "Just speak. Please. Don't leave me alone." 

And Grian speaks, about everything and nothing, about his base plans and his own past and how fucking guilty he feels for everything he's done to Scar in every one of these games. 

And Scar tells him, in between shaky inhales and broken weeping, what happened to him all those years ago and how he never recovered and how he's most afraid of being left alone and please Grian never leave me alone. And Grian squeezes Scar until he's touching almost every part of his body and whispers into his ear, "I'm never leaving you alone, Scar. Never again." 

And Scar remembers how Cub held him the same way when he found out, how he uttered those same words, how he swore on the vex that they were true.

And Scar starts to believe them.

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@stiffyck

#gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #the crafting dead scar #tw suicide #worddisaster #trafficfic

[tonightwrites]

I'm sorry to intrude like this on your story line but recently I've been having a writing slump I needed to vent

I do not think that the husband would have interfered in any way in the power of the empress, she would be the head of everything because the emperor would spend 80% of his time in wars or neighboring countries

I also feel that I haven't completely talked about the emperor's personality.

When I say he's the worst I mean the WORST, super aggressive with "competitors" completely obsessed with readers and really the reason he's always fighting is because the reader usually sends him to take a break (even if she does needy of him and sends him a letter telling him to back off which he does immediately) also like he's a puppy stick to reader and a complete lover but not in a "submissive little fragile" way but in a more intimidating way like "yes my wife bosses me around and I'm proud of it" (I'm sorry I really don't know how to explain without pictures

Can I be an anon? 💌 anon maybe?

Yes of course you can.

I didn't intrude on my story line! It's okay, always good to hear more ideas. And I could see an emperor being like that.

Aggressive to everyone except his empress. Like she says sit and he sits but not before glaring at every other person in the room.

Or takes pride in someone asking why the empress gets to boss him around so easily. All the whole he's smiling thinking of the empress giving him the order to eradicate everyone around them.

The reader knows he is always thinking of that so to stop him from talking about it to her or asking about it 24/7 she sends him to the front lines to quench his bloodlust.

Although... I guess in this sense I could add him and just say he's in the front lines, that Domi reminds the empress of her husband and that's why she favors him.

Or I could have it where a jealous past concubine killed the emperor and she personally had killed the concubine. Cried for a while and fell into depression and that's when Alun found the similarities between you and his little sister.

But please don't be afraid to shout out new ideas! I love hearing them and may get ideas like a head cannon for it or a mini series before the concubines appeared.

Thank you for clearing that up 💌 anon!

~

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[thelikesoffinn]

Hey friend❤️

I got to start off by saying that, I've been loving your writing and your perspectives on different aspects of the game and mixing your personal experience and expertise into your statement. It's just 🤌 amazing and a great night time read

There has been a quote that been dancing in my mind for a while, when ascended Astarion stated to the Tav later after their break-up "You will regret leaving me, more than anything you live to regret". And how Neil delivered that line... its all i can think about. There was so much bitterness, contempt, and melancholy in his voice 😭

I feel that after he sought out his revenge on Cazador and reached ascension, he realized that still feels/remembers his past, still remains deeply insecure and that internally, not much about he as changed, but during that conversation with Tav, he doubled down on how his has more powers, and can call on wolves 🐺 just like a scornful Ex stating that they are doing fine (or even, much better 👀 ) after the break-up to just make their ex-partner feel just as miserable as them (he may also be projecting 👀, and maybe he regrets ascendening since it mayhave been the cause of the break up of the 1st person he had ever cared about and didnt bring him everything... well, atleast not the stuff that truly mattered to him)

I was wondering what did you think of this line and the conversation surrounding that line🤔

P.S ( I would love to hear you talk about why you hated Astarion's reaction to Tav sleeping with Mizora 😃 )

"A great night-time read". Duck. Lovely. That's basically the highest of compliments, I'm melting! I'm so happy you enjoy it 😭❤️

I know exactly which line you mean! I think that was actually one of the first ascended lines I ever stumbled across.

I love how ambiguous it is, because the timing is the way it is.

It could mean "you will regret leaving me because look at me now! I'M AWESOME!"✨️ *throws glitter*

But the moment he says it is just fantastic, because half a second before he was like "I should've made you a spawn to teach you that I can have everything I want" and then he follows it with "you will regret leaving me" and I love the correlation between those two phrases. They can both stand separate, but they can also stand together and hint at a possible future.

You know, it leaves us wondering a bit. Will we regret this? Or will he make us regret it?

(Personally, I 100% can't see Astarion let Tav go. I just can't, I don't. He already shows obsessive behaviour right now, just after ascension, and that likely won't stop just because Tav's like "Nah, love, thanks tho.". Vampires just aren't that lenient when it comes to things they desire. And, despite being ascended, he still is a true vampire.)

I don't think he regrets ascending, really, mostly based on the fact that I don't think he actually CAN regret anything anymore. I think I mentioned it in another ask, but regret seems to be a difficult emotion for true vampires - and thus our true vampire+ babe - as they can't really process it the way a normal person would and anger overshadows everything. So, at best, I think he'd be angry at Tav for not seeing how grand he is now and how it's "their loss" when they refuse him.

I do agree, however, that his insecurity likely stays. It's just overshadowed by ascension, blanketed and kept hidden in the deepest, darkest place where it won't be reached.

Ascension doesn't completely eradicate the very core of his being, it just twists it into the worst it can be.

Love becomes obsession.

Fear, pain and despair become anger.

Shame and Guilt become blame.

So the very core of who he was is likely still there, suppressed and dulled by what ascension has done to him, and his trauma and the resulting insecurity are a huge part of who Astarion is.

In a way, I can even see it seep into his life later on in a repeated cycle of abuse.

As I said at another time, most of the time those who have been abused don't want to abuse others. They don't want to inflict the same things they've gone through on anyone else - albeit they may become abusive in other ways - and will likely shy away from repeating the same things they've experienced.

But ascended Astarion is probably not part of said "most". It could potentially become a way to...well, to cope with the lasting scars Cazador has left him with. Although "cope" is already putting it very very kindly.

Hurting others the way he was hurt can underline the exact difference on who he was and who he now is. It elevates that feeling of power (and safety) he always craved because look at him now! He's the strong one now and no one will ever hurt him again.

He was just like them. Screeching and flailing, flinching and suffering - a weak, pathetic, disgusting wreck. But look at him now. Who could hurt him now?

No one. Not a single living being holds a candle to what he's become.

He's above everything.

Regarding his boasting I do agree - he probably wants to show them how awesome he is (✨️) so that they regret it, but all he does is prove why leaving him was a good idea.

What I find interesting is that he actually does show a lot of joy and excitement for the powers he will attain and the things he will be able to do. He uses it to boast, but it does seem like real excitement and I can not tell you how interested I am in what happens once he notices that it's not enough.

Once he can turn into mist and command werewolves, what's next? Where will he find his next dose of serotonin? Because I think we can all agree that this won't be enough.

It won't ever be enough.

Astarion will forever be in a state of want, and he'll always be greedy for more and more and more, and one day, this greed will be the reason for his demise.

All in all, that entire conversation is a very well chosen way to show us who he's become after ascension. It's just a few sentences, but god, they can imply so much and carry a surprising amount of weight if one is willing to listen.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate #astarion #bg3 asks #disclaimer: op is forever scarred by strahd so take with a grain of salt #also the mizora thing is next on my list it's basically done I'm just trying to space things out instead of spam posting haha

[vy-tachibana]

dp x dc fic idea

(Spoiler for Sandman Comics)

So this is a Danny Phantom x The Sandman crossover

Danny is King of the Infinite Realms

which is the dimension of the in-between, pocket gaps between different realities, where everything that ends begins again, etc.

Danny is one of Death of the Endless' favorite children though he is both her's and not her's at the same time

Anyways they have a working relationship because Danny rules over all who have been touched by the Lady Death and the Ghost Zone is kinda sorta where she takes everybody when they die

I'm going off the au that because it's the INFINITE realms, when people die they just go to whatever portion of the realms coincides with what they believe

also you know, not everyone becomes ghosts because there has to be enough ectoplasm when they died for them to form a ghost core and well not all ghosts ever lived

Morpheus dies (he planned it, in case you didn't know) and Daniel Hall becomes the next incarnation of Dream of the endless

I'm also gonna go out and say that Danny and Morpheus have met before because Nocturne is actually a conglomeration of all of Dream's nightmares that have died, by his hand or not

this is going off the assumption that everything in the world has a little ectoplasm, just usually miniscule amounts and that when anything meets its end the bits of ectoplasm it contains eventually makes its way to the Infinite Realms

so Nocturne is made of those multiple small bits of ectoplasm Dream's nightmares

and before Dream got characer development, the nightmares honestly did not have it the best which is why Nocturne was one of the more antagonistic/dangerous ghosts

but yeah so Danny knew Morpheus and they teamed up at some point because of Nocturne

I actually like the idea more that Danny was scolding Morpheus for his treatment of his Nightmares and the clear discrimination between Dreams and Nightmares and that if someone doesn't want to be a Nightmare they shouldn't have to choose between doing something they don't want to do or getting their existence ended (wow does Danny know how that feels)

and Morpheus recreated some of his creations like Corinthian but those are different incarnations, so kinda sorta the same being but also not

it doesn't matter, it doesn't erase what happened

Danny totally crashed Morpheus' castle somehow

Morpheus was definitely like, "You, a human child who once dreamt of nothing but the stars and now only has nightmares of a future that may come to pass (aka Dan, or getting dissected by his own parents, or the collapse of reality as we know it because humans found a way to break into the Ghost Zone and eradicate all the ghosts) would lecture me on the creatures that torment you? I am Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, who has existed far longer than you could possibly comprehend, and you would dare?"

Danny I'm-too-tired-to-deal-with-another-godlike-entities-bullshit-again Fenton is like "Hey! I'm a half-dead child. Get it right. And you totally deserve this dude. I mean I finally had a talk with Nocturn after the Pariah Dark situation, which was not easy mind you, about his whole forcing people to sleep to absorb Dream Energy. His entire being is totally your fault. And your treatment of beings that you created from scratch who are essentially your children is terrible. My parent's are a constant danger to my very existence but at least I know they care about me unlike you and yours. And also...."

they totally became friends because Danny is that type of annoying that grows on you like a fungus and it helps that he's functionally immortal and has seen and experienced the worst of humanity (as well as other beings) and is the all-powerful Ghost King

anyways Danny goes to Morpheus' wake and as Lady Death, in her red dress, bids goodbye to her brother's body floating away into eternity to become one of the stars in the sky Phantom tells her

"Worry not, Mother of my core, I shall take him into my care just as I do all you have brought to my realm and one day, when you lay a final night's kiss upon this universe, you shall join us there until the time for a new Universe's dawn"

"...human child who once dreamt nothing but the stars..."

"Sleep well, my friend as you rest amongst the stars."

#dp x dc #danny phantom #the sandman #sandman comics #dream of the endless #death of the endless

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group D Round 3: #D8 vs #D2

#D8: Singer idol android goes back in time to save humanity

#D2: Prophecy girlie, hyper cellphone, and gamer cat get silly

Details and poll under the cut!

#D8: Vivy: Fluorite Eye’s Song

Summary:

When highly evolved AIs set out to eradicate mankind, the carnage that ensues fills the air with the stench of fresh blood and burning bodies. In a desperate bid to prevent the calamity from ever occurring, a scientist bets everything on a remnant from the past.

Turning the clock back a hundred years, AIs are already an integral part of human society, programmed with specific missions meant to be carried out for their entire course of operation. Vivy, the first ever autonomous AI, is a songstress tasked with spreading happiness through her voice. In a theme park where she hardly ever gets a proper audience, she strives to pour her heart out into her performances, bound to repeat it day after day—that is, until an advanced AI from the future appears before her and enlists her help in stopping a devastating war a hundred years in the making. With no time to process the revelation that flips her world upside down, Vivy is catapulted into a century-long journey to avert the violent history yet to come.

Propaganda:

Most first think that this anime is an idol show. I promise you, it is NOT. Quite far from it. Vivy is regrettably underrated despite having great animation—just watch the fight scenes. It has the best of songs that will get stuck in your head for a long time. Character growth for characters - you will adore them. It even won some recognition from anime awards, yet no one talks about it. You have to watch it at least once and appreciate how this anime is made with love as it talks about experiences that make us human. You will be surprised how well the storytelling is.

Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Suicide

#D2: God Troubles Me (Hanhua Riji)

Summary:

Su Moting, the daughter of a god and a monster, is the supposed Chosen One set to fix the balance of the universe, but unfortunately, she’s just barely living as it is. Only just told of her great fate, Su Moting couldn’t care less as she juggles her social life, work, and her new duties (which she doesn’t take seriously). Alongside Moting are Star Tianji and Star Dikui, a god and a monster out to help our protagonist with her grand mission. They, too, are also struggling to figure out life on Earth, as Tianji is an immortal who doubles as the god of Su Moting’s personal cellphone and Dikui is a cat monster immortal more concerned with lazing about. Somehow, they make things work as the best worst roommates of all time.

Propaganda:

Four-season donghua (Chinese anime) that’s so recent and seeped in American pop-culture that I needed to do a double take when a literal cockroach said “Run, Forrest, run,” in English with a heavy Chinese accent. There’s a cat who plays video games (he’s very good at it), a phone who’s the worst kind of hype man, a sentient air conditioner, a guy who can shapeshift into any vehicle, off-brand Super-Man but jerky, a high-ranking god that collects anime figures, and the mega ultra cool protagonist who is a normal human girl fresh out of college and always low on money. It’s great

Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty or Death, Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Flashing Lights, Racism, Self-Harm, Suicide.

All the TW’s above are done for comedic effect, but they come in fast and hard with the humor. Better safe than sorry! The biggest things I remember are one or two “blink and you’ll miss it” racist jokes, characters joking about killing themselves out of embarrassment (no one goes through with it), and there’s a LOT of self-harm via stupid decisions. Stupid things like tying a loose tooth to the back end of a sports car sort of stupid. The protagonists have 3 brain cells collectively.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

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#anime #donghua #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 3 #tournament polls #group d #vivy #vivy: fluorite eye's song #god troubles me #hanhua riji #汉化日记