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its-a-snood-silly · 8 months

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Wenclair Headcanon 🖤🩷

Wednesday realizes her feelings. Pt. 1

I lock my gaze in on the textbook sprawled out in front of me, pretending as if I didn’t catch Enid blatantly staring at me. I’m trying to ignore the fact that catching her has resulted in an unfamiliar, warm tingling sensation in my chest. How unsettling. How… Pleasant?

No.

The more I try not to focus on it, the more the words in the book in front of me blur to gibberish. I can feel a stinging of salt forming behind my eyes. The air suddenly feels too thick to breathe in. I go to grab my belongings so I can hurry out before something emerges that gives everyone a show. But the annoyance of being flustered causes my hand to pull too hard, and my textbook clamors down to the floor. If all eyes weren’t on me before, they certainly are now.

“Miss Addams, are you-“ Professor Lavinia starts, but i’m halfway out the door before she can finish. I trudge as fast as I can to the bathroom, my legs feeling like i’m walking through mud. I finally reach the restroom and the second the door swings shut, hurricane Wednesday is released.

What is this? Why is this happening? Why am I unable to hold back these tears, unable to catch my breath? Is this a panic attack? No. I am not an anxious person. This makes no sense. I topple over to the sink and throw an icy splash of water onto my face. The sudden coolness shocks me back to reality. My breath is finally catching. Just as I’m gaining control of myself again, the door swings open.

I look up, and as I lock eyes with the intruder to my moment of weakness, the stinging feeling returns to my eyes.

It’s her. Enid.

I take in a sharp breath of air, “what do you want, Sinclair?” I say coldly, trying not to make eye contact.

“I… um… Professor Lavinia asked for someone to come check on you. I… figured you’d prefer me over someone random. Are you alright?” she stutters.

I bring my gaze up to my reflection. Unable to recognize the being staring back at me. Emotional. Reddened, teary-eyes. Unable to form cohesive thoughts. This situation is absolutely horrifying, and I’m starting to believe i’ve gone mad.

“…..Wednesday?” she says. I realize I’ve been staring at myself for too long and didn’t actually answer her.

“I’m fine, Enid, I just-“ I start, making the mistake of locking eyes with her. Something pulls deep in my stomach at the sight of her. Her eyes are wide, with what I assume is worry. Normally I’m able to deflect any confrontation from those concerned with my feelings. But Enid.. I hate to admit it. But I’ve realized Enid has a way of making it through to the deepest parts of me in a way that’s incomprehensible. As if she’s found a weak point in the barricade i’ve built around my emotional side.

“I’m fine.” I spit out, quickly wiping my eyes and rushing to head out the door. I need air.

Just as I’m about to pass her, she does the unthinkable and grabs my arm. “Wednesday.” she says, a bit more stern inflection in her voice this time. She yanks me so i’m left with no choice but to face her, and I damn her werewolf capability of being physically stronger than her size would lead you to believe. “Touch me again, Sinclair, and. And…” I want to yell, I want to threaten her like I do to anyone who dares lay their hands on me unwillingly. But something makes me stop. My brow furrows at this frustrating conflict.

“Wednesday Addams, I know you’re totally not emotional and act like you don’t care, which is why this moment is so much more worrying for me. You told me that crying solves nothing, yet here you are. Clearly something IS wrong, and I’m not letting you go until you get whatever it is that’s happening off of your chest. Threaten to suffocate me, or cut off my hand, I don’t care. Spill, Addams. I’m serious,” she scolds. I stare harshly at her, and then sigh. I can feel my suppressed feelings starting to boil over, and the need to spew them out is burning in the back of my throat.

“Fine.” I spit, and out comes everything i’ve been trying so hard to avoid speaking aloud. Especially to the one who’s the causation of all this emotional turmoil.

(Pt. 2 will come soon! xx)

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igotanidea · 7 months

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Third: Dean winchester x fem!reader

Summary/request: a witch cast a spell on Y/N and Sam Winchester and put them in alternate universe where Y/N confronts her male counterpart in the form of Dean Winchester.

thank you for this @yourlocalloser-core! hope you'll like it :D

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The last thing she could remember was some dust being thrown into her face and loosing consciousness. It felt like the freaking Sandman came for her himself, but she was a grown up adult not believing in a silly childish tale. Angels, demons, wendigos, shapeshifters? Sure, absolutely.

But Sandman? Pff! No way in hell.

It took her a few minutes to get back to reality and not without effort, with pounding in her head she sat up on the bed.

“SAM!?” she cried out not seeing her younger brother anywhere and feeling fear creeping in. “Sammy!!”

“Y/N?!” Sam busted in through the door of the motel, ready to pounce at whatever supernatural being his sister might be facing. “What happened?”

“No idea…. “ she muttered grabbing her plaid shirt, feeling sudden chill. “But something’s not right…… What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I think we were dealing with a witch?”

“Oh, right, a witch. That would explain the dizziness from the spell. Must have been a young one, the older are usually more capable with casting them. You good Sam?”

“I’m fine. Wondering where we are though.”

“I hope it’s not like the Thursday again situation. Don’t think I can handle it once more.”

She was obviously joking but the reality was about to turn out much much worse than that.

When the door to their motel room opened, both Sam and Y/N grabbed their guns instinctively, learned by years and years of experience in the hunting business. No one could blame them after confrontation with a witch and waking up with the weird feeling in their guts.

“WHOA! Wow! Hold the fire!” the man who walked in (or rather tried to walk in) seemed surprised by two gats aimed at him. He raised his hands in surrender, but even though he looked harmless, both of the sibling knew better then to fall for the masks. “

“who the hell are you?” Y/N asked with her most stern and terrifying voice.

“Well hello to you….” The man smirked looking her up and down “Sammy, you could have told me you got a girl over. I would have knocked.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not bother at all by the man’s wondering eyes. If anything she only smirked, waiting for the situation to develop.

“knocked huh?” she teased “wonder on what?”

“What’s your name, pretty one?” the man took a few steps closer, clearly trying to flirt with her

“wouldn’t you like to know, handsome?” she easily mimicked his tone

“I’m Dean.”

“And I didn’t ask.”

“Well such a shame, since now you’re gonna remember it.”

“Oh, am I?” she smiled innocently , fluttering her eyelashes. Once she was sure she got Dean’s full attention she reached towards her belt, grabbed the tiny bottle of holy water and poured it all over him.

“What the hell?!” he yelled in frustration. This was not what he was expecting, even though he probably should have been more careful.

“What the hell you?!”

“Why did you splay me with holy water?!”

“Cause I don’t have any salt on me!” she screamed back at him.

“Salt?! What…..?! I’m not a demon!!”

“Then what are you!?”

“I’m human!!”

“And I don’t believe you!”

“Sam!” Dean yelled looking at him brother “tell this crazy girl who I am. Cause damn, you are as crazy as you are hot lady.”

“Sam!” Y/N yelled at her brother in the same way “do you know this crazy lunatic?”

“Whoa! Who do you call lunatic!”

The scene that was unravelling in front of Sam’s eyes was truly western-like. Y/N and Dean were standing in front of each other, eyeing the other with crinkled eyes, with a power position stand and clearly neither of them were going to surrender easily, let alone trust that the other was in fact, human and not supernatural being. The only thing that was missing was some fight-like background music.

“Well… I….um….” Sam stuttered, twisting his face, knowing better than to interfere. Just a glance at the pair made him realise that they were awfully similar in both behaviour and even in the dressing. And he already had a working theory of what was going on. “I think…..” he tried to say, but no one was paying attention to him anymore.

“I’m gonna ask you once more” she hissed “who the hell are you?!”

“So your boyfriend didn’t introduce you to the family?” Dean smirked

“What the fuck now?! What boyfriend!? ”

“Oh, Sammy, you didn’t tell her I’m your brother? I’m deeply hurt.”

“Brother!?” Sam and Y/N frowned at the words and Dean did not like it. Only now he realised that something was going on.

“What the hell? Sammy? Don’t you remember me?”

“I don’t know you, man.”

“You don’t…. know me?” Dean stuttered a bit, brokenness creeping on his face. If his own little brother did not remember him than… than…. “shit!” he gasped, tangling fingers in his hair and ruffling them in desperation.

“Wait….” Y/N looked at him, recognising the gesture. Dean ruffled his hair in a very distinctive way, with his thumb sticking out. And so it happened that she knew it so well because she used to do it in the very same way. “I think….. Oh, shit…. Sam?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it … possible that….we’re in the alternate universe….?” The girl frowned. ”you know… that witch.”

“alternate what….?” Dean spun around looking at her with suspiciousness in her eyes, not realising a single thing of the silly metaphysics topic they were now talking about.

“Well…..”

“Dean.”

Before Y/N had a chance to open her mouth and formulate an answer, the sudden deep voice coming from behind the back made her jump.

Yeah, she should have been used to it at this point, but Castiel, the angel of the lord, was extremely resistant when it came to basic knowledge about human-like behaviour. And if she wasn’t in the very complicated relationship with him, she would lash out. (she could still remember meeting him for the first time and explaining the ‘personal space’ concept to him. The memory was way funnier than the real life event, since again Castiel was very obstructive).

Her first instinct upon seeing him, was to run to him, hide in his arms and act like everything was normal, like he was, quite literally, her guardian angel, and everything was going to be fine. It’s been a while since she saw him and the longing took the toll. She might have been a hunter and a Winchester, but on the other hand she was also a girl, and the family business was not easy on her. Being the oldest one, taking care of her brother, saving people, hunting things. She never ever complained, carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, but it was ….. hard. And when Castiel showed up in her life, due to some crazy occurrences in her crazy as shit life she was...

Well it was hard to describe how she felt since it was pretty much a mix of everything, starting from shock at the existence of angels, ending on being flustered whenever he was around. And yes, she fell hard. And fast. Like never before. Castiel and Sam were the only constants she had in her life, so no one could blame her internal struggling.

“Hello Cass….” She whispered expecting frowned eyes, tilted head and confused look.

“Hello Y/N”

Now that was surprising. He knew who she was?

“You don’t belong here.”

“No… No I guess I don’t. Neither me nor Sam. Can you send us back though? I kinda miss the you in my verse…..”

“I can’t.”

“Oh…..” she looked down.

“But I know someone who can.”

“Oh?” she looked up now, cursing herself internally. She was supposed to be the strong older sibling and right now she was acting like a silly teenager waiting for someone to tell her what to do.

“Let’s go.” Cass commanded, obviously keeping the details of the plan to himself. He walked out the door followed suit by Sam, who didn’t even look at his sister, making her feel heavily betrayed. She stayed back still trying to wrap her head around it all and apparently so was Dean.

“Are you in love with him or something?” the man smirked looking at his female counterpart mockingly

“Shut up!” she hissed

“I don’t understand how’s that possible. I could never do something like that. Maybe we’re not so similar after all.”

(poor Dean…. He was in for a huge future surprise).

***

Apparently the person Castiel was referring to as the one who could help was no one else but Bobby. So the plan was to get back to his place, cast some backwards spell and send Y/N and Sam back to their reality.

Easy as it was.

Right?

RIGHT?!

Yeah, well, not really.

“You’re not driving mycar!”

“Yourcar?! Back off my baby!” Dean practically jumped in front of Y/N, preventing her from getting her hands on the steering wheel.

“Move.” She hissed. The car topic was not something to be joked about.

“No.”

“Then I’ll move you.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“I’m not joking.”

“And I’m really scared of you.” He rolled his eyes.

“From what I heard you were scared of a cat once?” she smirked

“You little….!”

This would probably go on and on and on if it wasn’t for Sam who stepped in, acting like the only adult in the room, putting them on the backseat, separated by Cas and took the driver’s place himself.

No one was happy about it.

Cas had a wet cat face expression, probably wishing he could just poof away, but due to some inexplicable empathetic instinct unable to leave Sam alone with those two.

Dean and Y/N were looking like kindergarteners put in the corner as some sort of punishment with their arms crossed and giving each other evils.

Sam was forced to listen on tones of good advice and constructive criticism coming from the owner(s) of impala, cause apparently he didn’t know shit about driving. But honestly being a younger sibling comes with developing the ability to not give a shit about older one opinion and approach so as long as they left him out of it and kept fighting each other he was quite content in his position, smirking under the nose and observing the situation.

At some point it got quite funny since they were, arguing about everything starting from the pie flavour, ending on proper technique on fighting supernatural beings. The road to Bobby’s was long enough that they pretty much shared their whole life stories, picking up on the bad, ambiguous jokes and innuendos.

“You two are so alike…” Sam chuckled shaking his head in disbelief

“We’re not!” they yelled in unison.

“Oh, you so are.” The younger Winchester repeated this time openly laughing.

“That’s betrayal Sam!” Y/N kicked his seat from behind “he’s nothing more than my copycat!”

“copycat?! You are in my timeline sweetheart.”

“call me sweetheart again and ….”

“and what will you do…..?”

“enough!” Sam hit the break hard making the impala stop violently, sending all the passengers flying forwards.

“son of a bitch!” they cried out in unison again, terrified at what their brother was doing to the car. A second later their gazes met.

“Stop using my words!”

“Those are mine!”

“Oh, I’m sorry did you copyright them?”

“Did you?”

“Screw you, Winchester!”

“No, screw you, Winchester!”

“Say it again, I dare you.”

*Poof*

“See what you did?!”

“What did I do?!”

“You made Castiel lose his shit and poof himself!”

“It doesn’t really take much to make him do that, right?”

“And yet, you did it.”

“Did not!”

“Oh God….” Sam sighed deeply, resuming the driving, praying to whatever angel, demon or jinn was listening that he could take example of Cas and disappear from the car.”

***

“Idiots!” Bobby hissed the second the impala parked in front of his house. Obviously they called him from the road briefly explaining what happened, keeping the details to himself, preparing him for what was coming and warning to not use the riffle.

His words were harsh but he was as close to father as the Winchesters could possibly have so no one was offended or hurt because of that.

“Hi Bobby.” Y/N greeted him with the tiny smile.

“You’re a new face.”

“I wonder why does it have to be me? Why couldn’t it be Sam?” the girl scoffed.

“Me what?” her brother frowned

“I mean, it could have been you not existing in this universe. How would that feel? No one knowing you? Recognising you? Treating you only like an alternate version of someone they care about and love? Believe me, it’s…..”

“It sucks.” Dean chimed in.

Y/N frowned and looked at him. It seemed like his words were not just empty talking but more like he’s been through something that left a scar on him. His tone clearly suggested that he knew what he was talking about and so did his face expression.

“Wait….. did it happen to you too?” Y/N asked her eyes growing wide. “Growing apart with Sam? No one recognising you?”

“Do I look like a spider-man to you?” Dean smirked. “Not forgetting, but yeah, becoming distant, yes. It should never be like it….” The man muttered, keeping on a straight face. But even though Y/N knew.

She knew he was through the same experience as her and for the first time since they met she might have felt something different then annoyance at him. It was such a surprising change of feelings that it made her chuckle.

“Why are you giggling like a silly teenager?”

“I’m not grinning But hey, you know what? You’re not such a bad boy as you pose as.”

“don’t know if that’s an offence or a compliment”

“How about a piece offering?”

“Where’s the pie then?”

“Oh I’m sure we can find one. Can’t we Bobby?”

Bobby didn’t answer, his gaze darting between the two in a bit of a confusion .

“Balls!” he cried out finally.

“Yeah, I know, it’s terrifying….” Sam muttered

“Handling one of you was a challenge at times, but two?! Not for my nerves.”

“How about we sent us back then? What do we need?”

***

Luckily Bobby had all the ingredients necessary for the backwards spell. It only took a few hours to put it all together.

Sam and Y/N were coming back home, and yet, she felt some sort of nostalgia. Meeting Dean was something… supernatural. And yes, he might have been the rowdy, rebel type with leather jacket, no phone and no address, but he was still her. And it was both shocking and enriching. Just like looking at the mirror and seeing someone else being through all the same life event and behaving in the same manner.

And she couldn’t just leave without saying at least a word of goodbye.

And apparently neither could he.

So, acting with the same instincts they met at the porch of Bobby’s house, sharing a can of beer.

“Hey there.” She smiled genuinely

“No holy water this time?”

“Nah… Bobby taught me another exorcism just in case.”

“Yeah, he got a way with those crazy spells.”

“Hopefully the one he’s about to cast will work.”

“You worried?” Dean handed her a can and looked at the girl carefully.

“Since when do you care?”

“You know me….” He chuckled in response “You are me after all.”

“Finally came to peace with that?”

“Maybe. I mean… “ he sighed unable to find the right words to describe it.

“I know.” She interrupted him. “I know. But you gotta admit one thing.”

“And what may that be?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I got a better ass.” Y/N smirked taking a sip of her drink and enjoying the slight blush on her male counterpart’s face. Poor Dean. No matter what he would say at that moment he would offend himself.

“You won that one, Y/N.”

***

“Ready?” Bobby asked

“As ready as can be.” Sam muttered

And so Singer started casting the spell that send them back home. Safely and in one piece. But before they disappeared …..

“see you around, bitch.” Dean grinned

“Take care, jerk.” she grinned back

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ghostybane · 5 months

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Bane's Opinions on MAMIYA DDD

Ok so I finally finished playing MAMIYA DDD and there is so much to unpack! I have been waiting for a year and now after reading through all of the events, I have gathered my resolve to talk about my opinions on it. I'll talk about Doomsday and Daydreams first before Mamiya and Natsume. DOOMSDAY I wanted to get Doomsday out of the way cause beforehand I did see some spoilers containing Minato's route and I wasn't too comfy about it (I hate Mayuri and Minato and tbh it was fucked up as it was). But I'll start off with Minato- and I know that doomsday crosses over with Haruki so some bits remain the same but it's easy to get through.

Minato: I liked reading Minato's route, It does focus on his identity as himself and as "Mina" and that it's about accepting himself, while also confronting Ni'igaki about his experience and that he won't run away from her and face her up front. He's become a much more stronger character and I really enjoyed it, I also did enjoy the part he meets with Yumehisa and Mina together. It was just really sweet and a wholesome moment. That was pretty memorable to me. I liked his character development a lot, he was the type to fall apart if no one could accept the way he is. Dressed up as a girl to continue acting the role of spreading happiness to everyone and even when he is exposed he runs away from it, but he faces it again when dealing Mayuri. Throughout the story, he finds himself, discovers "Mina" and learns to accept himself and face his fears and fight against Ni'igaki. It was a really strong and powerful arc for his character and I think it was a good choice. (I love and care for Minato so much you have no idea!!! But I am really happy with the ending and that I believe in him!) Haruki: It was straightforward but from his point of view. It was an enjoyable experience to go through his route as well. I like Haruki's character a lot, He's the rough looking character with a hard exterior but he's actually genuinely kind and soft. When he meets Touma again, he deals with his family issues and the reason why Haruki isn't able to love anyone cause of something he said in the past that made their family split apart. Though he learns to be more opened about himself and that he is capable of being loved by someone (Minato) and it improves himself as a character, where he takes control over his life and deals with things properly. He then was able to face Touma head on and settle things about their family problem. It genuinely was an enjoyable experience to read.

DREAMSDAY Ok so this is where lore of Keito comes in and an epilogue explaining MAMIYA's existence as well. It was straightforward and to the point, I still don't get how Keito is in the wrong timeline...but It is assumed he just ended up in 2012 cause the years were mixed together with 1999. Aside from that it was enjoyable, and holy fuck this route was more fucked up than I expected...

Ryou To be honest I was a lil confused with the whole Karma thing but it started making sense as the answers were given. The whole thing about Keito's death is so messed up, especially the fact they were making Ryou become MAMIYA was just insane. I love Keito so much that he wanted to protect Ryou at all costs and it was so sweet. It further developed that Ryou, who appeared in the timeline of 1999 wanted to be in a future together with Keito and he also went to save him as well and lead him back to his original timeline 2012 and see Keito alive (He is around 28 years old in the year 2012). Then up against Samejima they were interesting as both of them, tend to fall into their violent tendencies they fought it out to resolve their issue. It was a satisfying ending.

Keito I think Keito's lore was interesting although between the two timelines I'm not so sure which one is supposed to be canon Keito, aside from that. They don't entirely exist since he's perceived much more older after the Karma had been fixed. But anyways I like that it explains from his perspective before and after the Karma, I also did like that he was very close with Yumehisa and that for Keito to stay alive in this current timeline. That is how all the MAMIYA's (pink house) also disappeared. But it was very enjoyable to read his POV and I think it was pretty much the core to the story that leads to Side: Mamiya and Natsume's death.

then there is DOOMSDAYDREAM

I am a lil mixed with it but I think the way it ended was a lil satisfying enough, We had a lot of MAMIYA and Yumehisa lore and it was good for the story! But I sort of wished there was more for Natsume, reason why he was looking for MAMIYA. Why he died in the forest, and I kinda wanted to see baby Natsume...It would be nice if we had more backstory abt the way he perceived the world through his eyes, but all it did was get straight to the point. Let Yumehisa take over Natsume's work and Natsume proceeds to sacrifice himself for the sake of saving his friends and granting them a happy ending. It also didn't go in depth about his death at all, which I thought was the main point but oh well....we get a simple answer and that was he died because of a heart failure.

It was left with a cliff hanger as Yumehisa becomes a spectator and directs Natsume's story to a happy ending. I do also wonder if he may die at the end as well but...man...I didn't feel satisfied cause it was left for the audience to assume that Yumehisa will grant them all happy endings. AND THEN THERE IS EX- And tbh Idk what I was expecting...I thought it was gonna be important to the main story but no- it was a just a WHAT IF and Idk....I was really confused with the way it was supposed to go. All I understood was that Natsume snapped because of Yumehisa, he killed all of his friends and he had nothing. All he wanted was revenge and basically he just becomes a villain and kills off everyone, it's just so out of character. (Someone could you explain what the fuck EX was supposed to mean- but it wasn't that important so I discard that)

that is all of my opinions of the routes of Mamiya! They were heavily spoilery so I don't want to add in the tags. But I loved reading through DDD and it was nice, I feel a lil empty though after the finale but I assume that Yumehisa was able to fulfill Natsume's wish and set things right. Thank you for reading this long ass blog hahah!

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gojosbf · 7 months

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If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from Jujutsu Kaisen? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

with pleasure!! but i will try to avoid talking about geto and gojo because it's very clear they're high in favourite characters and their moments, i want to dwell in other characters more this time. Heads up though most of my other fav characters are fav because of their certain moments, so the top 5 moment in series and character might go hand in hand for some. Now

1. Yuuji

This is such an easy and obvious choice, not because he is the mc but because of how admirable and lovable his character is. He is righteous to fault. Everything that he has done from the moment of his introduction in manga is for the good of others. The amount of empathy he carries even for the cursed spirits and his resilience and determination to protect his friends (he has failed yes i will admit that but poor boy was giving everything he could, every second fight was so close, he did not hesitate once while confronting sukuna to save megumi). He has had the front seat to most of the deaths (I've mentioned this before), the guilt he's carries is so heavy and people overlook his capabilities and trauma so much, it isn't fair. My favourite moments from him were

This whole interaction of him and higuruma hurt to read. He is innocent. He is. But he doesn't believe that. Because he thinks he's too weak and this is his fault when people die. Sick. Twisted. That panel of him approaching sukuna even with all those cuts. Chills.

2. Maki

Let me begin by saying i will never forgive gege for wasting such a fleshed out character after he's the milked the whole hype out of her story. She paid a huge price for that superhuman strength and yet after that we barely see anything of her. She started from the bottom and never gave in to her weakness. I love her sassy tone, I love how she is ready to get her hands dirty if that is what it takes to set things right. This moment that i am about to talk about was one those that made me put down the phone

i was reading the translation of "she took it with her" and that hit me like a truck. I am not exaggerating when I say it went NUMB and BLANK.

3. Nanami

This man, the embodiment of calm, perfection and responsible. I have many drafts saved for when his death comes up in shibuya arc BUT the fact that he left jujutsu world because he couldn't handle what happened to haibara and drowned himself in work so he could get away from everything and yet whenever gojo called upon him for help he helped them. He did what no adults have done for them, he did his best to protect yuuji, he did not care whether yuuji was powerful or not, his only rule was a child should not be handling this. A kid should never be put through what haibara went through. He died with a smile so he couldn't be a burden to yuuji, he was so caring and protective even till his last breath it hurts my brain to think about it and yes that exactly is another one of my top moments:

There are too many this hurt in such a painful way that I sobbed from this manga and this indeed is one of them.

4. Megumi

Where do I even begin with for him. He grew up too fast, he never knew that his father actually even for a minute did care about him, he was so busy trying to save everyone tsumiki, yuuji, being a comfort for maki. All he wanted to ever do was live. To be with his family and friends, he knew he wasn't perfect (I would like to disagree with him on that) but he kept trying his best, he was the one to assure yuuji that he deserves to live, that even if anything happened to him or others it was not yuuji's fault, he was there as emotional support for all of them and then oh well then rest is history (I don't believe anyone. He is alive to me. he is alive and he will come back.) The amount of damage his soul took it makes me sick he doesn't deserve it good god none of them do. My two favourite moments are his interaction with toji

and this

this truly tells you everything you have to know about his character. He is not trying to be a messiah, he wasnt. He just wanted to save as many people he can and live peacefully.

5. Riko

Now this might come as a shocker but I really loved her. She knew her fate was doomed and she accepted it, she was ready to die if it was for humanity. But that wasn't the reason she made to the list but because when given the choice she chose to live, to be a little for selfish, her monologue when she was making that decision was another one of the moments which got me sobbing because all throughout the hidden inventory arc she acted like she was okay and this is what she wanted but she didn't. She was human. She wanted to live. Even if she was unhappy she wished she could live more and that's what made her special to me, she finally chose to be selfish, for herself, for her happiness and nothing in this world would've fucking prepared me for this panel after all this

you think geto's reaction was bad? you should've seen me go from crying to a hand on my mouth zero movement. I was stunned. So yes this makes it to the top 5 moments.

Now i would really like to make honourary mentions of other moments too.

• Nobara's death ("tell them it wasn't so bad" and what if i threw up and cried)

• Yuuta (just him in general and everything he does, someday i will do a deep dive into his character but everything he does leaves so much impact idk how else to put it simply) top ones being

and to lighten up all of that mood one of the most iconic panels ever!!!!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #ask #jjk spoilers

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OK, picking up with Hector the morning after fighting Aradin. Apparently Aradin's body is just going to remain on the floor of our hotel room indefinitely, which is kind of a bummer.

Hopefully we can move him or something later, but for right now we have important business, namely helping Aylin beat up Lorroakan.

(To recap: Lorroakan not only tried to have Aylin captured/kidnapped and probably has Bad Intentions for her, but he also had a trick rigged up in his shop that almost straight up murdered Hector, and also seems like he beats Rolan as his apprentice. So this guy needs a thrashing.)

The questlog item says we need to go to Ramazith's Tower, which is in the Upper City, but it seems like the only way we can do that is by going in through the portal upstairs in Sorcerous Sundries (the right one, that is, not one of the ones that almost killed Hector).

Since we're currently barred from entering the shop, it's time to load up Jaheira's Wind Walk spell again. Technically Gale's invisibility spell, since it lasts a full minute, would be sufficient this time since we know exactly where we're going, or even (it occurred to me after yesterday's session) Disguise Self, but Wind Walk is objectively much funnier, which is worth a sixth level spell slot.

Out of gas form and into the correct portal we go.

Lorroakan is sitting on a chair made of books in front of another pile of books, perusing a book. Rolan, looking bruised and somewhat cowed, is standing nearby. Both wizards look up curiously at the sound of Hector and his companions flowing through the portal one after the other-- and then Lorroakan starts to his feet as he recognizes Aylin among them.

She doesn't give him time to speak, but strides towards him with fury in her gaze, her wings furling behind her with an elegance that belies the violence she is capable of. "What have we here?" she snarls, her voice resonant with the divine power of her birth. "A magician in a tower, hiding away from the frightening world..."

"What are you so scared of, magus? Not the Nightsong, surely... why, she's nothing but a relic to be purchased and pursued!"

Rolan's head snaps back, his eyes widening. "My gods..." he mutters hoarsely. "The Nightsong is a person?"

But Lorroakan does not share his apprentice's shock. He simply stands slowly from his throne of books and stares down at the newcomers with a slow, satisfied smile.

"At last..." he murmurs. "There you are, my dear..."

"You will address me with due deference!" Aylin thunders in response; her wings give a sharp flick in emphasis. "I am Dame Aylin! And you are a whelp without honor, without pride, with nothing but a tower full of trinkets!"

Hector can almost feel her rage; unlike Karlach's which cooks the air with physical heat, Aylin's is the cool blue-white of moonlight, icy and sharp. Is Selune watching this confrontation, he wonders somewhat dizzily. Does she witness her daughter's struggles, and those who stand beside her?

Lorroakan, uncowed by the aasimar's anger, simply smiles wider, and gestures with one hand in an elaborate mock-bow. "My apologies, *Dame Aylin,*" he says. "I meant no disrespect. Perhaps we could start over. I am Lorroakan. I am *most* pleased to make your acquaintance."

His eyes flick to Hector. "And that of your fine companion, who perhaps heard I was looking for you."

Hector abruptly finds himself remembering another moment, quite different in tone but not in import - Araj Oblodra turning away from Astarion dismissively and treating Hector as the vampire's keeper. In a way, this feels similar; Lorroakan thinks he is about to make a trade with Hector for the life of this woman, as if she was nothing more than an object to be bought and sold. It makes Hector feel more than a little uncomfortable.

Were it not for the questions about the whole business that still linger - and the fact that Rolan is here, potential collateral damage - he would simply stand back and let Aylin loose. As it is... he has to play this carefully.

"You've offered a huge sum to whoever brings you the Nightsong," he says. His voice is tightly controlled, carefully reserving his anger until he is certain Lorroakan has said everything of use that he might have to offer. "Explain why."

"Dame Aylin," Lorroakan says brightly, "I have discovered a device that would allow your immortality to be shared. It would cause you no harm, no pain of any kind." He takes a cautious step forwards towards her - apparently blind to the fact that her wingtips are lifting again, her fists clenching at her sides. "You serve your mother, Selune, I belive? She who has blessed our realm with so many gifts. Honor her by sharing yours."

His smile is beatific, dramatically warm-- but Hector thinks he can see past it to something darker underneath. He is not telling the truth; he can't possibly be, based on everything Hector has seen. The magic that bound Aylin to Ketheric was built on a torture chamber. And certainly the words are only having a further galvanizing effect on Aylin; a muscle is working in her jaw and there is fear mixing with the anger in her gaze.

"You do not seek to share my gifts - you seek to poach them!" she cries furiously. "You dare to threaten me with the same magic that held me in torment for a hundred years!"

At once the smile on Lorroakan's lips turns brittle and cold. His fingers flex into a clenched fist and he sneers disdainfully at her. "I had hoped to appeal to your better nature," he says with a dismissive click of his tongue. "Perhaps I overestimated you. No bother..." His eyes narrow threateningly. "I have an arsenal of implements capable of convincing you to see reason."

Hector shifts involuntarily forward onto the balls of his feet; he can sense the situation rolling towards violence, already almost out of control. His companions are doing the same.

"They say madness and genius are separated by but a hair's breadth," Gale mutters. "Perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity."

Stupidity indeed, Hector thinks regretfully. Just like Aradin's stupidity last night - an unmatched level of hubris, greed, and cruelty, all intermixed. Foolishness.

As if the daughter of Selune would not have more support above her and behind her than these fools could ever hope to conjure...

"A man named Ketheric Thorm already tried stealing Nightsong's immortality," Hector says quietly. "He's dead now."

"But his magic lives," Lorroakan answers gleefully.

Hector feels his jaw tighten. Dimly he had wondered if it was somehow possible - if Lorroakan really had found some miraculous magic that could do what he said without hurting Aylin. It would be nothing without Aylin's approval regardless - but it would have been a sign of something less than abject cruelty on the wizard's part.

But no. It is Thorm's mechanism for immortality that Lorroakan has learned of and wants to harness. It is the same sadistic tool that kept Aylin trapped for a century. There is no nuance here, no benefit of the doubt to be had.

"I'd hoped you'd keep an open mind," Lorroakan goes on. "But it seems you're determined to make this as difficult as possible."

He snaps a finger in Rolan's direction. "Boy! At the ready. once I"ve taken control of the aasimar, she must go directly into the caging runes."

Rolan has been very still, watching this all unfold. Unlike the confident, even arrogant scholar Hector met on the road, his attitude in the shop and in the tower has been more like a cowed pup, kicked too hard by the master it wanted to love. But out of the corner of his eye, Hector has been able to see that he has been troubled by this development...

And whatever gears have been turning in his head have finally come to a decision as Lorroakan snaps the command.

"No, Master Lorroakan," Rolan says. He straightens up, his shoulders squaring, his chin lifting defiantly. The sharp bruise along his jaw shows darker as the torchlight moves over it. "I would never have assisted you if I knew you planned such horrors. You lied to get the Nightsong here - made us all believe she was nothing but a relic."

His eyes narrow. "I have seen what true leadership can accomplish. But never under your tutelage."

And... astonishingly, he turns to look towards Hector with an air of both regret - and respect.

Hector looks back at him steadily. And equally astonishingly, what he feels is pride. Pride in Rolan for seeing through his blind admiration to the true heart of the situation, yes. But pride in himself, too, for how Rolan has just described him-- a leader, and someone who could raise those around him to be a better version of themselves.

We have both come a long way from the Grove, haven't we, lad? he thinks with a slight smile.

Lorroakan's carefully precise air begins to unravel at this expression of disrespect from his lackey. He sputters in astonishment, raising both hands as if to strike the young tiefling across the face. "Watch your tongue, you child!" he roars. "I could make it such that no wizard in the realm will touch you!"

But Rolan stands his ground, his golden eyes narrowing to slits. "If they're all like you," he answers firmly, "I think that sounds like an excellent bargain."

"Ho! Face us, charlatan!" cries Aylin with a cold, mocking laugh. Her wings spread out behind her fully now, the pale glow of moonlight starting to rise around her body. "We who detest you so!"

Lorroakan, too, has no further patience for this conversation. "Myrmidons - imperatum!" The power of the spell rolls through the tower, a wizard's incantation on his own ground, and Hector feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

The armored elementals around the room, inert until this moment, begin to stir, their power linking with their master's as he pulls his staff from his back.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #eyyyyy atta boy rolan!#time to beat this guy up

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Stow Away

Chapter 7: Sleep Talking

Jo is struggling with the fact that Mando is beginning to open up and get closer to her. Conflicted about opening up herself Mando leaves for an overnight excursion, leaving Grogu in her capable hands. After a long day, Jo falls into a deep sleep. Little does she know, she talks in her sleep.

Tags: Mando x oc, Mando x ofc, sleepy sex, light dom/sub vibes, aftercare

Warnings: Canon Violence, flirting, threats, nightmares, crying, questionable consent at first but quickly becomes consent (consent is sexy), somnophilia, cock warming, PIV, gentle choking, possessive, creampie

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A/N

Writing this chapter has been a wild ride. I rewrote it entirely, twice. Edited more times than I can count, but I think I am finally satisfied. Also another update on AO3, I think I have finally decided to start cross-posting my work. I just have to figure out how. Its gonna be great. Can't wait to see y'all next week!

Enjoy!

Everything changed after that night on Lothal. Mando became more relaxed around her. He would roam the ship while in deep space wearing nothing but his flight suit, slightly undone, and his helmet. When they would eat, if he was seated before her, he would begin lifting his helmet before she could turn away. Jo could have sworn she had caught a glimpse of his scruffy jaw once, but she would never admit it. He had explained the extent of his Creed to her, and she respected it. Just because she respected it didn't mean she had to like it.

Mando also began to engage with Jo more. He would start conversations with her, asking her questions about her life. He also grew into the habit of touching her more. A hand on her thigh whenever they were seated next to each other, a gentle hand on her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear. What really shocked her though, was this morning’s interaction.

“Where did you grow up?” he asked after lowering his helmet back down from eating his breakfast. Jo took a beat before responding. She hadn't told anyone about her childhood, and she still wasn't ready to. Not yet. She opted for the safest route.

“I was born on Naboo.”

“Hmm…" his gaze was fixed on her, making her feel as though she was about to be interrogated, or that he might pry further, instead he gave a simple nod at her answer, "makes sense.”

“What does?”

“Nabooian women are always beautiful.”

She froze mid-bite, the anxiety of confrontation melted away, and she smiled.

Is he flirting with me?

She abandoned the bite and cleared her throat. “What about you? Where were you born?”

“Aq Vetina.”

“Not Mandalore?”

“No, I was a foundling, taken in by a Mandalorian warrior during the Clone Wars.”

“I had no idea.”

“It’s okay. I don’t talk about it with people, but you’re special.”

Jo’s cheeks turned pink at his words and a small well of guilt opened in the pit of her stomach. He was willing to be transparent with her, yet she couldn't do the same for him. A silence fell between them and he stood up to collect the plates as usual, this time she stood as well instead of handing him her plate. They both entered the galley, and dispensed with the plates. He moved to pass behind her, or at least that's what Jo thought he was going to do. Instead he placed his hands on her hips and pressed against her ass.

"Don't think for a moment that what we did was a one time thing, sweet girl." His voice was deliciously low and close to her ear. "Soon."

Jo’s heart nearly stopped. She leaned hard against the counter in front of her which caused the Mandalorian pause.

“You good?” he teased, pulling her tighter against him.

A meek, “Mhmm,” was all she could muster.

He lingered a moment longer, she couldn’t see it but knew he was smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had desperately wished he could have fucked her again after that night on Lothal, but there had been no opportunities. The bounties had been particularly difficult and their break on Takodana had put him behind.

He finally moved on to preparing to leave for the hunt and she followed after collecting herself. He strapped his rifle to his back and turned to face her before leaving. She expected some kind of instructions to be given. Something along the lines of ‘stay on the ship’ or ‘don’t be seen’ but instead he reached out and pulled her against him.

His arms wrapped tight around her waist. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but her arms were already instinctually around his shoulders. He squeezed her tight to his chest, and she hugged his shoulders tighter. They stayed like this for a moment, her head resting on his shoulder. Breathing in his aroma, and letting the memory of him imprint on her. He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed on her through the visor. She stared back at him, searching for eyes she knew she would never see. He finally broke the silence.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Close them. I won't say it again."

She did as she was told and closed them. The familiar hiss of his helmet depressurizing filled her senses as she realized what was happening. He cradled her face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. He hadn't kissed her since that night. He hadn't done anything like this since that night. She happily sank into the kiss and out of her mind. This kiss was different than last time, sweet and soft, not as desperate as before. They finally parted and he put the helmet back on. She opened her eyes and looked at the Mandalorian.

“I’ll be gone overnight,” he spoke softly. “Feel free to explore the village, just keep yourself hidden.” A hand brushed a stray hair behind her ear. “Especially your hair.” He walked off the ship and stopped at the end of the ramp to turn back, “Also, you’re welcome to my bunk tonight.”

“Be safe!” She shouted after him and he nodded in response.

Jo spent another hour on the ship, straightening up and dancing to music. Once Grogu finally woke, she fed him quickly and then placed him in a satchel on her hip. On the opposite hip she attached a hip holster for a vibro-knife and picked one from Mando's arsenal to take with her. Jo had no intention of using the knife, but it made her feel safe to have it anyways. She wrapped her head with a scarf, covering her hair and the lower part of her face. Finally she grabbed a cloak she had brought with her when she left Tatooine. Jo pulled the hood up and disembarked the Crest. Whilst exploring the village she came upon a marketplace. An alleyway filled with adobe alcoves and stalls adorned with colorful awnings and woven fabrics. Vendors called out from their stalls, advertising their wares in basic. One stall in particular caught her attention.

A twi'lek woman greeted Jo, "Bright Suns traveller, I see you are wearing a headscarf. I have many beautiful scarves, ones that would compliment your beautiful eyes. Come, come see." The shopkeep gestured to several tables where scarves of a variety of textiles and patterns were neatly on display. Jo selected a few headscarves and hoods, and decided to purchase them, given that having to cover herself was becoming more common. She thanked the woman and went about her shopping.

After exploring for a few hours, she decided it was time for a break. She found a quiet spot near a large pool of water and allowed Grogu out of his carrier. He sat in her lap while she fed him some kettle-popped grains that she had purchased. While he was happily munching away, a old quarren man approached Jo.

"Ex-excuse me. I hate to be a bother, but how much?" The man inquired.

Her eyebrows scrunched together as she glared. "How much... For what?"

He laughed as if she was the one asking an absurd question. "How much for your rare critter? I've never seen a creature like it! I must have it for my collection. I am willing to pay handsomely, name your price."

She stood up, placing the child into the satchel and shifting him so that he was resting behind her. "He is not for sale. He is a child, and he is under my protection."

He cocked his head to the side and scoffed, "My dear, everything in this galaxy has a price." He reached a hand out to touch her, and she caught him by the wrist with one hand and unsheathed her vibro-knife with the other. Jo held the knife to his throat, beneath the tentacles protruding from his jaw.

"Fine. Name your price." She shook with anger as she echoed his request back to him. "How much are you willing to pay for your own life, old man?"

The quarren's chest rose and fell with rapid, anxious breaths. "Apologies. I will leave you in peace with your... Son. No need for threats." He held his hands up in surrender, and she relinquished her hold on him.

She kept her knife firmly in her grasp as she watched him back away. It wasn't until the man had disappeared from sight that she finally re-sheathed her vibro-knife and checked on Grogu. His ears perked up when they made eye contact.

"Everything is okay little guy. I won't let anything happen to you." She patted him on the head and he cooed happily. "How about we finish the shopping and head home?" She froze at her own words. Jo hadn't given it much thought but, she was starting to feel more at home on the Crest than she had anywhere else since... She shook the thought from her mind and returned to the present, focusing on the young one on her hip. He was still happily cooing, waiting for her to begin the trek through the marketplace once more.

Mando had left her a substantial number of credits to be able to purchase necessities, which she took full advantage of. She returned to the ship at sunset, hands full of bags of bursting with food. It was nearly dark when she finally made it aboard. She placed the food down on the floor and closed the ramp behind her. Grogu was set down onto the floor and proceeded to waddle around the hull, searching for something shiny to play with most likely. She left him to his own devices and began to put away the food she had acquired. Since she had joined the Mandalorian's 'crew', the pantry had gone from sparse to bursting. Cooking was one of her favorite pastimes, and it was much easier to do when there was variety. Once that was done she prepared dinner for herself and Grogu, something small since it was just the two of them. They ate and he fell asleep, leaving her to her own devices. She stared at the closed door of Mando’s bunk, debating whether she was going to take the offer to sleep in there. She hadn't been inside since Lothal.

Jo decided that a shower, regardless of where she would sleep tonight, was in order. As she washed herself, she found the bruises he had kissed into her skin several nights ago. They were mostly faded, but the memory still lingered. She traced over every single mark, reveling in the fact that there was evidence that he had been there. Jo realized she had been in the refresher for so long that her fingers were pruning. She turned off the water and dressed in a silk night dress that Peli had given her that she had 'lyin around'. It was one of the nicest things Jo had ever been given, so she didn't ask any further questions about the origins. She exited the fresher and took a deep breath to gather her nerves.

Fuck it.

She brought the egg-shaped crib with her into Mando’s bunk and the door hissed shut behind her. She crawled into his cot, which was definitely more comfortable than hers. His scent was everywhere, but hung especially heavy on the bunk. Jo let herself imagine he was lying beside her. She drifted to sleep to the thought of his arm draped over her waist and his body pressed up behind her.

She dreamt of him, of Mando. His face was always hazy in her dreams, the only visible feature was his scruffy jaw. He’s holding her on Naboo, and professing his undying love and loyalty to her. She stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, and he lifts her completely off the ground. The pair of them fall backwards into the meadow and the dream morphs into something much steamier than it had started as. Clothes were being thrown off each other. Burning hot kisses being pressed against one another. Their moans of pleasure echoing through the field as they gave into it completely.

Jo was moaning in her sleep. A wetness pooling between her thighs. She was grinding her hips against nothing, desperate for a sense of real friction in her dream world. Unbeknownst to her, the Mandalorian was bearing witness to all of it.

It was dark and he was back earlier than he had anticipated, but he could make out her body in his bed perfectly. She was wearing something he had never seen on her before and he liked what he saw. He wasn't sure what he should do in a situation like this. In truth, he was planning to just sleep in her cot for the night, let her rest peacefully. Then she began speaking in her sleep and all rational thought left his mind.

"Mando..." She moaned loudly, "Need you...Don't stop." Jo continued to whimper and moan while he carefully removed Grogu from the room and quietly stripped down. He climbed into the small bed with her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her backside against him. She grinded her hips against his aching erection, lighting a fire in his veins. He grinded against her in return, letting out a ragged breath at the friction. He pressed soft kisses to her neck as he reached a hand between her legs. As his fingers made contact she let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck, what I would give to know what you're dreaming about that would make you this wet." He gently pulled the hem of her dress up over her ass, and dragged his tip through her wetness. Another loud moan left her lips as he sank his hard cock deep inside her. She was soaking wet and so warm. He let his cock just rest inside her for a long moment. The feeling of her pussy clenching and pulsating around him was something he wanted to fully enjoy.

"Please," came her voice in the dark, different than when she had spoken in her sleep before. This time it was a pleading whisper, heavy with lust and sleep. She grinded back against him, an intention there that hadn't been there before. She was awake. She was grinding and begging, desperate for him to move. The fact that she was this needy for him made his head buzz. Experimentally, he brought a hand up and grasped her throat with a gentle pressure. She bit her lip and moaned loudly at the new sensation.

"Keep begging for it, sweet girl. Convince me you deserve it." He growled into her ear.

"Please fuck me. Need your cock so bad. Want you to take me. Only you." She whimpered, pressing against him as much as possible. Her last two words nearly took the wind out of him.

Only you.

He began to pump into her with a slow, aggressive pace, burying himself completely in her with each stroke. He pressed his mouth to her neck and moaned.

"All. Fucking. Mine." Punctuated with each rough stroke. Her moans were unbridled, her mind still in the fog of sleep. She gave her body to him completely. She wanted him to make her his. She craved this.

"All yours. Fuck! Don't stop."

"That's it, come for me. Come on my cock mesh'la." He continued fucking into her, his pace never faltering as she fell apart for him. Her orgasm ripped through her, a blinding heat crashing over her, but he didn't stop. Instead he began fucking into her faster, he groaned against the skin of her neck.

"Where... Where should I..." He couldn't manage a full sentence, his ecstasy clouding his mind. Jo reached behind her and grasped his hair tightly.

"Inside. Want you to fill me up."

"F-fuck. Are you-"

"I'm safe, come inside me. Please." Mando sank his teeth into her shoulder as he came. His release coated her walls and dripped out around his cock. He was huffing and panting. He pulled out of her and she felt it slowly drip out of her. Jo hummed happily as she sank back into the pillow, her body relaxing completely. As she started to drift to sleep once more she felt a shift behind her which pulled her back from the edge.

"Stay," she whimpered, grasping for him in the dark. He grabbed her hand a placed a kiss to her palm.

"I will, but first I need to clean up the mess I have made." He laughed lightly.

"Fine. As long as you promise you'll be back."

"I will always come back." He disappeared for a few moments, and when he returned he had a towel with warm water. She was almost completely asleep at this point, so he wiped her thighs clean for her. He readjusted her dress and threw on a pair of boxers. Mando climbed back into the bed and held her tight as he followed her into sleep.

She was dreaming the same dream again. They're on Naboo and he's confessing his love. She stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips like before. This time the dream turned, she pulled back and her gaze was met with red eyes. He gripped her tight, bruising her skin with the force. She screamed trying to pull away, it’s no use though. She was too weak in his grasp, unable to run away. The world fell away from beneath her and she awoke in the familiar bunk. She bolted up, startling Mando awake.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice a mix of sleep and panic. She was choking on sobs and shaking uncontrollably. Hearing this woke him up entirely. He pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her hair. "Shh… it's okay sweet girl… you're safe. It was just a dream."

She buried her face, her voice muffled by his shoulder, "But it wasn't… it was him…" He cradled her against his chest. He still wasn't sure what memories plagued her, but it didn't matter. She was obviously upset.

"I'm here now. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you." He promised softly.

Jo was too delirious to process his words, but her body responded. She relaxed into him and her breathing slowed. They remained like that, her in his arms with Mando stroking her back. Once her breathing became slow and rhythmic again, he relaxed. He cradled her face with his hand as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Ni Kelir cabour gar mesh'la." He whispered softly.

I will protect you beautiful.

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kiss-my-freckle · 1 month

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3x13: Bringing Out The Dead

Stefan's most common form of deflection, which happens whenever he's confronted by Elena or simply confronted in front of her. He pulls Damon into it for the sake of shifting focus from himself because he doesn't like owning his shit. This is similar to what Elena did in 3x3 when Damon showed her Stefan's Chicago wall. Or what Stefan does when Damon outs him for sleeping with Rebekah in 4x12.

Elena: Did you kill the medical examiner? Stefan: Why would you think I did that? Elena: Maybe because I don't know what you're capable of anymore. Stefan: Well, believe what you want, Elena. Elena: I don't want to believe any of it, Stefan. Stefan: But you had to ask me anyway. Elena: Stefan… Stefan: Did you ask Damon if he killed anybody lately?

Rather than own the fact that he IS a good suspect for the death of the medical examiner, he shifts focus to Damon when it was Damon who played the role of peacemaker while Stefan wanted to behead someone at the Wickery Bridge event.

"he was capable of pretty much anything"

"I don't know what you're capable of anymore"

You can even hear Elena's comments in Damon's.

"Because I can't predict how far he is willing to go until someone gets killed"

"I know my brother better than anyone, and right now, I don't have a clue how far he is willing to take this"

Stefan was the one that ripped up and down the eastern seaboard with his humanity on, now has the gall to shift focus to Damon as if he's the one that's been killing. This doesn't change until later in the series, and it only changes because there's no more point to Stefan ignoring the fact that he's just as bad as Damon.

"What if it was Stefan? He was crazy that night."

You'll also notice that Elena suspected Stefan on her own. Damon didn't put that idea into her head. Unlike Stefan, who's the entire reason Elena suspects Damon of killing 12 council members in 4x2. Because unlike Stefan, Damon doesn't feel the need to shift focus from his bad behaviors. He owns them. Elena had every reason to suspect Stefan rather than Damon. After all, Stefan was the one that abducted her and threatened her on the bridge. But again, he hates owning his shit. The more Stefan opens his mouth, the more he looks like an ass.

This is Stefan's "possessive" face. He has the same face in 1x2 and 1x21. He's extremely possessive, jealous, and controlling when it comes to Elena.

Elijah: Stefan. Where is the lovely Elena tonight? Stefan: I don't know. Ask Damon.

One of the biggest things about this episode, is how it pushes backward to 3x4 and forward to 3x22 as they slowly prep Elena to become a vampire.

Caroline: Why are you trying to fix me? Bill: So I don't have to kill you! Caroline: Daddy, I'm sorry.

Suicide is only an option for a suicidal vampire. They will fight to survive, even if it means fighting their loved ones because it's their nature. So when people like John and Bill threaten Damon, they KNOW what they're getting themselves into. I'm bringing this up as I show how they push back to 3x4. Refer to my post for 3x4 as it pertains to Elena changing Damon.

Caroline: That's impossible. Daddy, you can't change who I am. Damon: So, Bill, I have a question. What makes you think that you can change the basic nature of a vampire? Meredith: That's gotta be hard. When your dad hates the one thing you can't change about yourself.

Caroline: Yeah, we've had our ups and downs.

THIS is the reailty of Damon and Elena. Not only because he's a vampire and she's human, but because Damon is still in the process of bettering himself. Like Caroline with her father, those "downs" won't stop them from loving each other. Those "downs" happen even in real life.

Bill: I knew what I was risking when I didn't leave town, but I figured you're not self-destructive enough to kill the sheriff's ex-husband. Damon: Makes you the third person to underestimate me today. Tyler: I lost control. Again. Bill: I knew the risks when I decided to help you.

It's through Tyler that they show the truth of Damon's scene with Bill in 3x4.

Damon: No, I'm not going to kill you, Bill. I'm just going to find pleasure in perfect little moments like this.

It's through Dr. Fell that they show Damon post-bite in 3x4. That's why she's first healing Bill with Damon's blood, then healing Elena with it in 3x21. Had Caroline not came in when she did, Damon would've healed Bill just like he healed Vicki. If he wanted to kill Bill, he'd be dead.

Caroline: I can't just let my father die. You know, I'm… I'm gonna force him to feed. Elena: Hey…. he doesn't want to, Caroline. The only thing your dad has is his choice. Caroline: Listen, listen to me. I know that you think you made your choice, but you can change your mind. You know, you are strong enough to handle being a vampire. I mean, you're the strongest person that I know. Bill: Oh, Caroline, my strength is all in my beliefs. Becoming a vampire is wrong, people aren't supposed to cheat death. It's just what I believe. Please respect that.

Here, they show how Damon challenges Elena's life and beliefs. While Stefan respects her choices, Damon challenging her as he has is the reason she feeds to complete the transition. Her choices leading to that moment when she actually decides to become something she never wanted to be. Damon's face when Elena tackles him in 4x1… that's not fear, but shock in the fact that she chose it for herself.

Elena: I can't, Caroline! If I admit it, if I even thought it for just a second… What does that say about me? Caroline: It says you're human, Elena. Bill: Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children, Caroline. It's okay. Bill: This is life. This is what it means to be human.

You're then given this 3x4-3x13 parallel. A foreshadow of what's to come. Elena basically dies because she waits "until later" to tell Stefan just as she waited "until later" to tell Matt.

Elena: Will you stay with me? Until he wakes up? Matt: Of course. Elena: I can't lose any more family.

This is Elena in 3x22. She won't wake until Damon rushes into that hospital. Best to know which brother she considers family and which brother she considers her boyfriend.

"It's a blood knot."

Like two keys, the sire and the sired. That's why the sire bond is no one else's business but Damon's and Elena's.

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Levi and Hange arranged marriage. Them being very close but Levi always thought it was just for companionship due to their forced proximity and need for the marriage. Zeke coming from a far off land and Levi seeing how close they're getting because both are scholars.

Levi informing Erwin of his troubles and Erwin telling him of one of the agreements in their marriage. Levi being confused and Erwin points out the both of them could in fact sought sexual needs from other people as long as they remain married and no children are made.

Levi asking if Hange knows of the clause. Erwin pushing for Levi to talk to Hange first before grudgingly saying it was one of Hange's requested agreements.

Levi being distant with Hange. Hange noticing. Hange becoming distraught at the fact they may be losing their husband due to them not being ladylike.

During confrontation Hange telling Levi they only placed the agreement for Levi's sake as they thought Levi was just being married to her as a punishment for who could ever want someone like Hange.

Levi couldn't help but feel envious of Zeke because of his appearance and their developing relationship with Hanji. He didn't know why, but he felt uneasy seeing Hanji and Zeke together, like something was slipping away from him.

"Oh, please!" Zeke's cheek was tenderly patted as Hanji giggled. "Zekie, you always say the sweetest things about me."

"Zekie?" The blonde laughed, saying, "That's new. I like the way it sounds."

"I am capable of saying flattering remarks to you as well."

"Really, now?" Zeke's head shifted forward as he approached Hanji's face.

They exchange long looks before catching Levi glaring at them from down the corridor.

The two turned away from one another after clearing their throats.

"Hanji, I'll see you around," Zeke kissed her hand.

She sucked in a breath before speaking, "Zeke, see you."

Levi scoffed as he observed their conversation before leaving and hiding in his office.

Levi was sitting in his room and was looking at the wall in front of him aimlessly. He was having a difficult time coming to terms with the discovery that had been made to him. His mind was a flurry of uncertainty and remorse. He had always believed that his relationship with Hanji was only meant to be a type of friendship because of their predicament.

Levi was so deep in contemplation that he didn't notice the knock on his door until it was made twice. He exclaimed "Enter," without even bothering to look up.

Erwin entered after the door squeaked open. He stated sternly, "Levi, we need to talk.”

In anticipation of whatever news his friend had to offer, Levi sighed, "what is it?"

Erwin took a seat in front of Levi and looked serious. “You are aware of the contract governing your marriage to Hange, correct?”

Levi grimaced. "What accord?"

Erwin paused briefly before speaking gently. "The one that permits you to pursue sexual gratification outside of marriage, provided no children are born."

Levi's shocked eyes widened. "What? I was unaware that such a contract existed.”

Erwin nodded before proceeding, "Hange asked for it, and I accepted. Knowing that you wouldn't be bound to an unloving relationship, she reasoned that it would make your marriage simpler for you.”

Levi experienced a spike in his level of rage. "Was Hanji aware of this pact? Was she on board?”

Erwin pondered once more before nodding. "She did, really. Levi, I believe you should discuss it with her. It's preferable if you hear it straight from her.”

With a knot forming in his stomach, Levi headed to Hanji's room from his office. He'd always been proud of how well he could keep his distance from his feelings, but now he was being swept away by a tide of them.

He rapped on Hanji's door, and she answered after a brief pause. Hanji's face lit up in a smile when she first noticed Levi, but it quickly faded when she noticed his expression.

"Levi, what's wrong?" She questioned, a note of worry in her voice. Taking a seat and offering one to Levi.

The man refused, and instead stood before Hanji. Levi inhaled deeply as he made an effort to relax. "Hanji, we need to speak. regarding our marriage”

“Yes?” She spoke with a trail of wobble in her voice.

Levi was unsure of how to bring up the matter, so he paused before speaking again. "Erwin informed me of our agreement. The one that permits us to have relationships with others as long as we remain married to each other and bear no children with our sexual partners.”

Hanji's eyes widened in shock as she cast a downward glance towards the ground. She spoke a faint "oh."

Levi noticed the hurt and confusion in Hanji's eyes, and he experienced a wave of remorse as a result. "Hanji, did you consent to this? Or was it something that someone suggested to you?”

Shaking her head, "I concurred, Levi. Knowing that you could leave if you chose to would make things simpler for you, in my opinion.”

When Levi understood the genuine reason for Hanji's consent, his heart wrenched. “I never viewed our marriage as a punishment, Hanji. I wanted to be with you, so I married you.”

Hanji looked up at Levi, and opened her mouth but Levi cut her off before she could speak.

“I am not the type of person who would agree to a deal that I know I do not want. And I do.” A beat skipped. “I do know that I want this.”

The brunette before him remained in eye contact, her mout shut, as if waiting for Levi to continue.

“It may be an arranged marriage, but I wanted this. I had a voice, I had a choice.”

“I know you do, Levi. I just did not think that you would want this with me.”

Levi’s forehead creased, and he felt pain surge through his veins, making his fingertips itch. His body jerked, yearning to comfort the brunette before her, but he faltered. Unsure. He did not want to hurt Hanji more than she already is. Levi chose his words carefully, treading on it ever so lightly.

“I do,” he sighed.

Hanji let out a small gasp, “wha-”

“I wanted to do this with you. Who else do I do this with, but you.” He slowly approached her, and Hanji offered her hand out. This time, he accepted it. Squeezing it, and receiving the same response from her.

“Can we try this again?” Levi suggested, “can we try this without the thought of this marriage being arranged?”

“Of course, Levi.” Hanji smiled up at her new lover. “You’d have to stop staring at Zeke like that though.”

“Oh, you mean Zekie?” Levi replied sarcastically, teasing her.

“Come on now!” She laughed, really laughed.

And Levi thought she looked beautiful like that.

It was their perfect little arrangement.

#levihan #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #hange zoe #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #aot #snk #levi x hanji #levi x hange #erwin smith #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #ackerman #wedding #marriage

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Coming back with reincarnated isekai villainess Portia because i’m now hooked with this au and i can’t stop the flow of ideas coming to my head. again, tagging beautiful @daughter-of-sea-and-wisdom because it’s your fault i’m here, so you may as well bear it with me❤ (also i’ve been rewatching Bridgerton season 2 and of course this doesn’t help?

This is about the role Cousin Jack would play in this universe. By now, when I talk about this, i’ll usually mean the “Portia and the Spouses remember but the Bridgertons don’t” au. It’s going to be long, btw

In the original story, he was merely a supporting character whose main role was scamming other nobles and helping Portia with her schemes. A small villain, basically. There, she forces him and Prudence to get engaged in order to ensure the Featherington’s full fortune for themselves, unknowingly that Jack is actually broke and lives off his scams, so she basically condemns her family to poverty. Eventually, he runs away after being confronted by the nobles he lied to and the Featherington family falls into disgrace once again, like all villains are expected to.This moment is barely commented and is supposed to be an almost comedical relief about how pathetic the villains are and how wonderful the main characters are.

In the reincarnation au, however, this takes a turn. Portia is actually clever and succesful about her investments, so she doesn’t need to rely on the Featherington’s fortune per se, considering she makes enough money to provide for her entire family. However, the residence belongs to Lord Featherington in paper, so when he dies, the law affirms that it has to pass unto the next man of the family, so Cousin Jack comes anyway, informing that his father is dead and all. But he soon figures out that his presence is pretty much not needed there, as Portia is able to substain her family by herself and she has an army of teens/young adults that look ready (and capable) of killing him if he so much looks at her wrongly. But he stays anyway, because he has nothing better to do (and he’s broke, remember).

Portia finds him tolerable at best and a nuisance at worst. He has nothing to contribute to the house besides problems, and he doesn’t even know how to clean the messes he leaves after (unlike her kids). He still shows interest in her bussiness and offers his assistance, which she accepts to keep him busy. Along the way, Jack becames infatuated by Portia’s sharp mind and charisma to win clients over, pushing him to try to court her. He’s so obvious about it that even Portia’s usual oblivious self realizes. Even the ton is aware of it (somehow).

Instead of rejecting him, however, a bulb turns on inside her head. Portia isn’t really enthusiastic about marriage, but she can’t turn her head away when there’s a possible benefit in front of her.

So she decides to play along with his flirting and marry him.

- But Portia, you can’t possibly mean-

- Why not, Mary? He’s young and handsome. That alone makes him better than Archibald when I married him. He’s good at charming people, a helpful skill, and he’s actually decent at finantial management, as long as he doesn’t lie to people about the profits. Plus, he can hold entertaining conversations. Again, better than Archibald.

- But you don’t need any of that. You can persuade people already to follow you and you sure as hell don’t need assistance with finantial issues. - she stares at her friend, unmoving. - Tell me the truth, why are you really going through with this?

Portia sighs, knowing there’s no way she can convince Mary out.

- No matter how succesful I am, I’m still a woman. This society would never hold me in high regard because of it, and men can’t stand the fact that I’m better than them on something without help. This “low-profile” thing can only shield us for so long. - she looks outside the window, fixing her gaze on Jack talking to Penelope about something that, whatever it is, doesn’t impress the girl. - If I have a man by my side, the ton will be more willing to overlook my “less than savoury” activities. He doesn’t have to do anything, just stand there and look pretty to keep the attention far from me.

Mary understands the reasoning, of course. She knows how unkindly this society is with women that have no men to “control” her. A lady’s worth is mostly defined by the men on her life. And Portia’s right, there’s so much their charm can do to get them away from trouble. Still, she doesn’t like Portia being intimate with a man she doesn’t like (she doesn’t see her with any man whatsoever)

But eventually, she respects Portia’s decision and supports her reluctantly. The Spouses' have different reactions to the news, but they all collectivetly come to the agreement that “at least he’ll be more useful this way”.

#Violet is far from happy about it #the Portia she knows would have never accepted that man as husband #she's happier as a widow #then why? what is she pulling now?#that man must have seduced her surely #that's right #it's all his fault #she must find a way to get rid of him without compromising Portia #and she though that killing Archibald would fix everything

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Rizzles snippet combo of 23 & 25 bc u luv me 🙄

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“Let me,” Maura stands with her ankles crossed and her fingers rubbing against one another as she contemplates the subject on the other side of the two-way mirror. “Let me talk to her.”

Vince Korsak, looking rumpled in his brown off-the-rack suit next to her, shakes his head. “Bad idea.” He pretends to not see the black circles under her eyes, how out of place they are amongst her Versace skirt and jacket. He gives her that courtesy at least. “It’s not really-”

“You did it for me, when I was arrested,” Maura counters, interrupts him. Her voice quivers with anger, but he’s been around the block enough times to deduce that it’s not an anger directed at him. “Do it for her.”

Vince stares up at the clock mounted on the wall behind them, and then at the woman they both see across the way, fidgeting in the cuffs chained to the table. “Five minutes. And I’m cuttin’ the cameras.”

“Do what you must,” Maura says, though she’s already on her way out one door and through another - the one leading to Interrogation Room 2. She bursts in with that anger, but sits across from Jane with all her usual grace.

Jane is straining with her hands cuffed and on the table. Jane sniffs, loud and rickety. Maura winces, because it must be painful to do with a broken nose and a purpling bruise around her left eye.

Maura sighs, and takes her chair around the table to Jane’s side. Jane reeks of whiskey and it intermingles with her sweat, a unique smell that, even after years, spikes Maura’s pulse. Maura reaches out without warning and sets the broken nose in front of her.

“Ow!” Jane shouts, and she shakes her cuffs with stifled power. She cannot even touch where it smarts. Maura leans forward and kisses the spot she thinks the injury would be the sorest. “Surprised you’re even willing to be in the same room as me.”

“After everything you’ve done, I still love you. With all that I am,” Maura says to Jane. It sounds threatening, it turns sour with hurt and rage.

Jane hangs her head and when she lifts it back up, she stares ahead -wild, vindicated, proud. “I don’t regret it. He wanted to kill you and your dad told me about it, and I made him suffer. He put a bomb in your mail so I cut off his hand. He talked all that shit about you to the board so I cut out his tongue.”

Maura shudders. She’d been called to the body of the man the O’Rourke clan had sent to murder her, and… Jane is not exaggerating for emphasis. The right hand had been missing. The tongue had laid next to his lifeless head, carelessly discarded. An apt punishment for the psychological torture he had attempted with his meddling in her career before his planned execution of her.

Before the confirmation by Korsak and by Frankie, Maura had never thought Jane capable of such violence. But when confronted with it in hindsight, Maura realizes that this has always been Jane. It had just never been Jane with her. And it reminds Maura so much of the cruelty of her biological father that it turns her stomach. She covers her mouth to stave off the nausea. “I cannot believe you did this,” current Maura’s lie is past Maura’s unshakeable truth, so she does not get hives. “It disgusts me that you did this.”

“Thought you loved me,” Jane grumbles quietly when faced with Maura’s rebuke.

“I love you. I cannot stand you and yet… I also cannot stand to be away from you,” Maura’s knees cross, and her hands clasp in her lap when she leans back. Her disgust is strong. It seems however, when she blushes before she utters this next part, that her love is stronger. Her need is stronger. She cannot decide if she hates that fact. “So let me get in touch with my mother. You cannot go down for this. I will not spend the rest of our lives without you because you decided that murder would be a good idea. We’ll need the best lawyer we can find.”

Jane softens. She reaches her leg out, taps Maura’s bare calf with her boot, strokes it softly. “Don’t hate me forever, ok? Because I’d rather go away for life if you’re gonna hate me forever.”

Maura stands, and then points to the clock. “Time’s up, Jane,” she asserts. She crosses the floor to the door, but thinks better of exiting without another word. “Not forever,” she says, clipped and refined while she hangs on the threshold. “But for a while. At least the trial.”

Jane smiles.

#otp prompts #otp prompts november #lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 7 months

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Male Victims of Coercive Control

She's thrown heavy and sharp objects at me, including knives, scissors, hammers, heavy ornaments and smashed up lots of expensive items. Laptops, mobile phones, TV remotes, etc. I feel that if I told her I was finally leaving, she would have attacked me in a violent rage and killed me.

I was whipped across my face and back with a radio aerial, had my testicles squeezed and kicked. My forehead, eyes and cheeks have been gouged by fingernails. I've been punched full in the face in front of her brothers and mother in an attempt to provoke the brothers to fight. I've had golf balls thrown at the back of my head when trying to eat a meal after work. And was also cut across the back of my hands with broken ceramic, amongst many other things.

I firmly believe she's capable of taking the life of me or my children without remorse. She is able to easily gaslight those in a position to help and turns them against me.

She threatened to have me murdered, and I was scared that she might actually stab me. There was a period when I was always looking at her hands to make sure she didn't have a knife in her hand whenever she entered the room.

She fractured my cheek and split my eye. I woke to her jumping on top of me. She knew i had 300 stitches in my lung.

Because she lies and people believe her, because she really hates me and I believe she would lie to get me into trouble, she tries to get other people to believe that I'm the abuser and has passed on my details to men who she has to protect her from me. So I worry I could be targeted.

I rarely had food, as money went on what she wanted to go on. My sleep schedule was erratic and this is part of the reason for the eventual mental health crisis.

Because she is a dangerous liar ,who will say whatever she wants to get what she wants from whoever she needs it from. If I had been convicted of the false allegations she accused me of, I would have got five years in prison. I still get insecure when I'm out and about. I have to record myself everywhere i go with dash cam, just in case I'm accused again.

She can do and say anything about me, lies to the authorities, raise false allegations, alienate my child against me, and there is nothing I can do about it. I have no rights.

The authorities were on her side. Despite there being no evidence, it was assumed that I was guilty of abusing her.

The threats that she would make things up about me,and prevent me seeing the children and lose my job. I thought I could end up homeless with nothing.

I was scared of losing my daughter, because I knew she was capable of using a child as a weapon.

Ongoing abuse in the form of false allegations from her and using them to halt family court proceedings, and prevent access to my son.

Because my ex-wife is still trying to control me through our children.

My ex is still controlling me through the court system and by continuing to teach my children to hate me.

An ongoing child arrangements case which has lasted a year and a half. It's still a few months from conclusion, and the psychological abuse continues in the allegations being made against me and in the fact-finding hearings when your abuser and their barrister paints you as someone who you're not. When their deception succeeds in the family court, it's very difficult to accept. You know you've done little wrong and all you want is contact with your children.

If you try to call out the behaviors, these same behavior patterns when you see them in other females, you get labeled as a woman hater, an angry man, and so on.

Because I am acutely aware of what is sayable and what is unsayable, and the way in which the truth around domestic abuse is distorted, my partner used to deny that she hit me and it's very difficult for me, and I presume for other victims too, to confront a society that is skeptical of men who claim to be victims of domestic abuse.

I could not sleep through stress and would often go for three days, nights straight without sleeping. I became unable to handle any stress at all, and even my speech was affected. I went from being quick-witted and articulate to being unable to string a coherent sentence together much of the time.

My life slowly started to revolve entirely around not making her angry. She'd generally get angry just before I was going to go to bed so I ended up with very little sleep, and she wanted to have entirely circular arguments for hours. My work suffered and I eventually had to take redundancy.

I struggled to concentrate and sleep. I lost my job, I lost my home. I get emotional and upset regularly. i'm constantly anxious at my child's well-being and future.

I lost 20 kilos and became dangerously underweight. I suffered chest pains then ended up in hospital with pericarditis. I couldn't sleep or wake up. I wouldn't eat or drink unless it was a whiskey to help me sleep. My friends and family were very concerned with the change.

She stabbed me with a kitchen knife and I stitched it myself as she begged me not to go to hospital in case she got in trouble.

I was drinking a lot of alcohol to try and block out the pain. I ended up in hospital due to really high blood pressure and anxiety. I was suicidal.

It took a long time to realize how this has affected me, and many years to actually acknowledge that I possibly was a victim of domestic abuse. I get upset many times a week, a day. I don't get much sleep. I'm a low mood a lot of the time. Lack of energy and interest in things i used to. I'm anxious for my child's well-being all the time. These feelings I feel are mainly after the contact with my child stopped, but heightened after the false accusations and a serious accident.

A huge level of anxiety, as I was being painted out to be someone i'm not. Second guessing everything I do. Walking on eggshells to avoid future conflict. Feeling not in control of my own life and that of my children.

Significant impact on mental health. I had counselling due to suffering with severe anxiety, especially when I wanted to buy myself something. I remember wanting to buy a shirt, and I felt guilty for wanting it, as it would be spending money. Became incredibly anxious at what she would do and say if I do.

I'm a bitter lonely man. I'm filled with rage and despair. I think of suicide most of the time. I don't trust other people. I'm 58 years old and the last 20 years of my life have been grim, and they won't get any better. The control will continue until I'm in the grave.

I feel extremely restricted in my life generally, because the consequences of doing things she doesn't approve of. I often have to meet friends in secret, and feel I can't leave because of the threats in the past about suicide.

She would square up to me, but then say I was the one threatening her. When I got upset, she'd say I need to man up. When I didn't respond she'd ask me if I was a mute. I tried to walk away from her a few times, and she'd block my way and say we weren't finished. On the few occasions I argued back she made me feel like a monster shouting at her.

I feel like I'm disappearing, and wish I could simply flick a button and stop existing to stop the constant pain. I cannot bear living without my little one, whom I was actively raising as a hands-on father which I can and will prove. I love her, and she is my heart, however I don't think the system or the court cares into looking into this case from my point of view. And I'm dead on arrival. This has affected me beyond belief, and I feel like I'm slowly slipping into this dark thing that I'm not. Any traces of the kind, funny, happy positive person i was, seem to have been corrupted by her and the system.

Devastating.

#coercive control #female abusers #violent women #male victims #male victims of domestic abuse #male victims of domestic violence #malicious women #vindictive women #religion is a mental illness

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Ezequiel said "I'd rather stand at this point."

"Understandable-" she paused, "Now, I'm sure you'd like some clarification on everything?"

"You bet I do! Where is she?" Ezequiel asked.

"It's complicated, Ezequiel. She is here, she is alive, but she is 'unreachable' at the moment." she looked down at her hands and started crying. "I have failed in this aspect.."

He looked and waited for more answers.

"The beings that took her are of the Realm, but you see.. they've somehow punctured holes into your Veil. Sigrid was assigned to 'close' these holes, as she was already in the Human Realm, but when she tried she was confronted with a powerful force. This force is searching for your daughter.. they knew Sigrid was her mother." the Queen looked like she was growing more pale the longer she spoke.

"Can she be saved?" Ezequiel asked.

"I've tried.." she said, "But the magic I'm against is quite.. formidable. It's taken most of energy today alone trying to find her.. it's as if she hidden behind dark mist and I cannot get her. I can only sense her life force still here."

Ezequiel stared and realized what is being said. "What does this mean for Freya?"

The Queen paused for a long time and finally said, "We need her to help us, Ezequiel.."

"What could an 8 year old girl possibly be able to do that you can't? You're the Queen?!" Ezequiel said.

"It's not that simple.. I agree that a mere child should not be held to such expectations. My request of you, Ezequiel, is do not tell her of us. Do not encourage her mind either way.. the Human mind was meant to have freewill and I'd rather not influence her mind in any way." she said.

"I agree, Miss," he started, "But if not now, then when? I want to be with my wife again.."

"Where I understand your pain, it maybe be a few years to get her mind ready. Support her, love her, care for her, and be there for her. Let her decide what is real and what is for her. She- despite not knowing- has capabilities I cannot measure up to, myself. She almost has a seal on herself I would call it," the Queen paused, "She's wise to have done this, it's been protecting her and leading towards better judgements."

"I don't know what to say," he started, "So am I supposed to keep the fact I know Sigrid is alive away from her daughter? Won't that be worse than better?"

The Queen looked at his face and her sad expression never changed, "It's best if she does not think- which at this point in time she cannot- save her mother. She cannot be awakened yet, Ezequiel or the world you live in and everything else could suffer. Even other Realms."

Ezequiel realizing no matter what he chooses, Freya may never forgive him for keeping her mother's livelihood to himself.

"Believe me, Ezequiel, if it was for the better I would encourage you to tell her and bring her here so she can hone into her skills," the Queen stopped and looked very sad, "But no matter what.. Good nor Evil are allowed to influence her.. They both have outcomes I dare not speak on.. Destruction, death.. to all things not just Humans or Elves. I've seen these both for my own eyes."

Ezequiel looking at the drained, Queen elf was starting realize the desperation in the situation. A creature he thought was surely just for books and videogames is real, and very seriously asking him to just take care of Freya.

"I understand." he said, "I'll leave now, and I understand what you need from me."

"I have one other request-" she asked after him.

He stopped and turned, "What's that?"

"Please come and update us, the darkness has not been allowing me to see anything anymore.." she said looking ashamed.

"As long as Speio brings me here the right way next time." Ezequiel responded.

"Ah, yes, his magic is not perfect you see. He is only a hybrid, but he does his best." she said warmly.

Ezequiel nodded and walked up the stairs and through the corridors making his way to the front doors.

Grabbing his phone again realizing it's still:

5:45 am

'Geez does time not exist here or what?' he thought to himself. In that same moment, he heard what sounded like fizzing and when he looked up from his phone he was standing in his kitchen with the teapot in his hand instead of his phone.

Freya yawned, and groggily walked into the kitchen. "Oh hey, good morning." She walked to fridge and snagged out the orange juice.

Ezequiel still recovering a bit from the vertigo stared into space about the conversation he had with the Queen. Feeling a bit of remorse for his daughter and whatever fate her future holds, he knows now he has to try to be what she needs. In the meantime, maybe he can find a way to get his beloved Sigrid back from whatever darkness may have her?

"Hello, Earth to dad??" Freya said.

Realizing he was just stand there with the teapot in his hand still, he began to pour a cup. "Hey, kiddo, you want some of my honey tea, too?"

"No, I'm okay, but I may go for a walk or something is that alright?" she asked.

"I don't mind, but don't get too close to the tree lines or anything, and try to stay where I can keep an eye on you. Okay?" he responded.

"Uh sure, that makes sense I guess." she said walking to her room.

She pulled her favorite green shirt on and plopped her hat on her messy hair. She looked at herself hard, trying to feel normal again. And what was wrong with her dad why was he so weird this morning?

She walked out the sliding doors and made her way to the little bench she saw by the water, that was close enough she figured. It made sense really.. with her mom disappearing, then Freya coming home late that same morning she can't really blame him for being.. Paranoid.

She ran out to the bench excited to explore, but realized very quickly that exploring is something that her mother didn't really like her doing. Freya walked to the bench and sat down really reflecting on her life and what her future may entail. Her mother wouldn't want her exploring and based on her mother's disappearance she wasn't really feeling up to exploring anymore.

/Spash/

The fish in the pond were alive and very much active Freya noticed. She looked down at her legs and thought to herself what should she do? What would her mom want her do? How would her mom want her to spend her time? Who is going to plan everything and keep things together for dad? Freya started realizing it was no more time for games. She needed to snap to reality and get with the program.

'Get with the program. Such a weird thing to say to people.' she thought. As if people are supposed to be programmable. She sighed and thought 'What if we are though? What if this is all there is?' Maybe it *is* time to get with the program she thought.

She wept for a moment realizing that she needed to let go of her fantasies and needed to focus on being there for her father. She felt as if she was going against every fiber in her being, but she needed to be realistic and level headed, like her mom. She needed to be grounded.

She needed to be here.

#disappearance #freya greene #sims 4 story #suspense #sims 4 screenshots #thriller #mystery #unexpected expectations

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Broken Gears, Ch. I

Chapter 1 of 2 for "Broken Gears," an Essence of Ragnarok story. Co-written by AI Dungeon (Griffin)

Hope decides to confront a roommate about his negative behavior toward her… and learns that this isn't the first time she's tried.

Word count: 2,944 – Character count: 17,816 Drafted: March 20th, 2023 Revised: March 21st, 2023 –

Yep. Okay. Just gonna want y'all, this story has some very sensitive material in it. As in, stronger than usual. I'm not gonna say what, exactly, but just suffice to say… it's not good.

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Hope returned home on a breezy day during the start of the fall. She took the elevator to the 7th floor of the apartment complex where she lived, like always, then approached the door. She stepped in to see one of her roommates sitting in a comfy chair, reading a comic book. "Mr. Dumouchel?" "'Dylan'," the cat in the chair countered. "Still 'Dylan', always 'Dylan'." "S-sorry…" The girl fidgeted. "I was just a little surprised to see you home… Carlos and Eliza went into town and I'd assumed you'd gone, too." "Nope!" Dylan set his comic down and smiled. "Figured I'd give those two some 'alone time'… if you get my drift." Hope smiled back. She paused, then… "So… it's just us?" she asked. "Yep." As Dylan brought his comic back up, Hope looked away. Something was on her mind… "Um… h-hey, Dylan?" "Yeah?" the man said as he read his comic. "They're not gonna be back for a while… right?" There was a long pause. "Dunnooo…" he said, sounding suspicious of her. "Whyyy…?" Hope swallowed hard. "W-well, I was–" "You wanna make out or somethin'?" The girl blinked. If she had been capable, she probably would have blushed. "N-No! Of course not!" she cried, growing a little flustered. "I love my b–" "I'm… gonna stop ya right there, Blue." The girl blinked as Dylan set his comic down again. He slid out of his chair and got to his feet, stretching and popping his back. When he started to approach her, she shrank back a little and started fidgeting with her scarf. When he was right in front of her, she pulled it up farther, covering her mouth. She had no idea what was going through his mind… and that made her very nervous.

"Hope?" "Ah–! Y-yes?" she cried, looking at him in a start. "You were gonna come over and give me a piece of your mind. Weren't you?" "Ah–!" Again, she was startled. "How did you–" "You're a machine," he said with a grin, his tone teasing. "You're predictable." "Th-that's not true!" The girl's face became angry. "A-and I'm more than–" "You're 'more than a machine'," he interrupted. "Yeah, yeah, I know…" The girl frowned. "You're always like this when we're by ourselves… Why?" Dylan looked up at the ceiling. Then, he told her… "It's because… I'm madly in love with you, Hope."

Hope turned away from him, hiding behind her scarf again. "I'm… not…" she murmured. "That doesn't… M-Mr. Dumouchel, I–" "Oh, c'mon, Blue…" The cat reached over, gently caressing the girl's cheek. "What's Los got that I don't? Other than muscles, I mean. And funny-looking eyes." "Th-that's rude!" she snapped. "A-and he's nice, kind, and… he loves me for who I am!" "Is that all?" He chuckled. "Well, I can give you a different kind of love… In fact, I did about a month ago." Hope blinked a couple of times, looking confused. "What do you mean?" The cat grinned from ear to ear, continuing to stroke her cheek. Then, he leaned in close and whispered three words that sent chills down the girl's metallic spine…

"I raped you."

Hope slowly recoiled, pressing herself back against the apartment door. She shakily looked at Dylan's face, trying to find any trace that he was just joking. She couldn't find any… "Y… you… you…?" she stammered, her voice wavering. "Yeah," he said. "I did." She looked down… then left… then down… then she looked back up. "O-okay, Mr. Dumouchel…" she said with a nervous laugh. "Y-you win." "I win," he asked, giving her a curious look. "Yes." She cautiously smiled. "Y-you've made your point. You don't want me to approach you about certain things like… like… treating me right… s-so–" "Wait, do you think I'm kidding?" Her smile faded. "Y-yes. You… you have to be!" she protested. "No, I really did," he insisted with a straight face. She laughed a little more, but she was starting to lose her composure. "Y-you couldn't have…" she squeaked. "I'd– I'd remember something like that!" "Not if I flashed your memory." The girl froze. "What?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Yeah." The cat smiled. "I raped you, then I flashed your short-term memory so you'd forget. Isn't that funny?" The girl's fear suddenly turned to anger… "N-no!" she cried. "That's not funny at all! Why would you do that…?!" "Dunno," he said with a shrug. "You came up to me last month… got in my face about treating you like 'a person'… one thing led to another, and well…" He found the whole thing amusing, considering how much he was chuckling. Hope, however…

"Y-you're a monster!" she shouted, pushing him away. "You… you… you forced yourself on me? And made me forget?! H-how can you live with yourself…?!" "I–" "Wait, don't answer that." She glared at him. "I know what you're going to say." "Oka–" "It 'doesn't count' because I'm a 'machine', right?" "Actually–" "Right…" She looked down then back up. "I'm calling Carlos!" "Override Command: Talon Zero Alpha Niner. Authentication: Dumouchel." Hope had just reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone when she heard those words. The next thing she knew… her joints were locked in place! She couldn't move!

"Wh… what did you–" The girl tried to wince when Dylan slammed his hands against the door. She failed. "I raped you," he said, getting right in her face, "because you were getting uppity." "'Uppity'?!" She angrily glared at him. At least she could still do that… "That's right," he said with a nod. "In what way was I being self-righteous or arrogant?!" she demanded to know. "As I said…" He leaned back, putting his hands in his pockets. "You were trying to shove your 'rights as a person' down my throat. I didn't like it, so I froze your locomotion servos and had my way with you. Simple as that." "'Simple as that'?!" She closed her eyes, wishing she could shake her head. "There's nothing 'simple' about forcing yourself onto another person without their consent! That's… that's a crime!!" "I know." The simplicity of the cat's response caught the girl off guard. She opened her wet eyes and stared into his. It was then that she realized… "You're… you're not even sorry." He chuckled. "Nope."

"You're not sorry you did it," she continued. "You were trying to… to… 'put me in my place' or something and thought that… that f-forcing yourself on me would do it…" He nodded. "Yep." Hope paused before asking, "Did it?" The cat chuckled again. "Two cracked ribs and a funny limp would say 'no'." She paused again. "I… cracked your ribs…?" "You got me in an all-limb bear hug and squeezed me 'til I snapped." "I…" Her eyes turned to the floor. "I-I'm so sorry…" Once again… she paused. "But…" She looked back up, angrily glaring again. "You deserved it if you did… that!" "Which, I did." "Th– then, you deserved it!!" she reinforced. He shrugged. "Never said I didn't." Once again, the sheer audacity of his words made the girl both concerned and infuriated.

"Why are you being so carefree about this?! You committed a crime! A serious crime!!" she added. "It doesn't matter if I'm an android! You forced yourself on me without my permission or consent! Was I even awake when this happened?!" "Yeah." He chuckled a little more. "You didn't like it." "As well I shouldn't!" "But, look–" "Dylan!" she snapped. "You're not just a jerk! You're a criminal! You're… you're…" The cat raised an eyebrow. "'Evil'? A 'villain'? The 'bad guy'…?" "I… y-yes!!" she sputtered. "Fine." The cat paused to clear his throat. "Override Command: Talon One Alpha Niner. Authentication: Dumouchel." Hope staggered back against the door as her joints became unlocked. She stood, then, and looked at Dylan. She didn't know what to say at that point. "What now?" he asked as Hope continued doing what she was before he'd frozen her. "I'm… I'm going to call my boyfriend, then I'm going to call the police," she calmly answered. Her expression turned suspicious as she asked, "Why…?" "Just curious." Dylan slowly turned around and started talking back into the living room proper. As he did, Hope… hesitated. "Aren't… aren't you going to stop me?" she pressed. "Hey," the cat answered, "you've got me dead to rights. I committed a crime and I should have to pay for it. So… go for it." "O-okay… I will!"

Hope started to dial her boyfriend's number… but she couldn't take her eyes off Dylan. She kept expecting him to do or say something… "I'm… calling him now," she warned. "Okay," the cat answered as he sat in his chair. "It's… ringing," she told him. "Okay," he said in return, retrieving his comic book. "You're… not going to stop me?" "Should I?" Hope… didn't have an answer for that.

"Hello? What is it, Hope?"

Carlos' voice came through the phone's speaker. Hope should have been happy to hear him. However… she was far too distracted. "Hope?" he called. "You there?" "Yes," she eventually answered. "Yes, I'm here, Carlos." "What do you want?" he asked in his usual tone. "I'm calling because… I mean…" She glanced over at the cat. He cheerfully waved at her before returning to his comic. "I… I need to tell you something about Dylan," she continued. "What about him?" the wolf answered. Hope… hesitated again. She was still watching the cat sit there with his back against one arm and his butt against the other arm of his chair, reading a comic book like nothing was going on. Something wasn't adding up… "He's… he…" "Is he okay?" Carlos randomly asked. "I know the idiot hurt himself last month." "He's…" Hope paused. And then…

"He's fine."

"He's fine?" Her boyfriend sounded confused. And understandably so. "Y-yes," she answered. "He's just fine." There was a pause before Carlos asked, "Then why did you call?" "I… wanted to call and say that…" She paused again. "We're… planning dinner." "You're… planning dinner?" He sounded even more confused. "You guys?" At that point, Dylan looked up from his comic, staring in surprise at the android. What in the world was she doing…?

"Yeah," she lied. "We were wondering what you wanted for dinner. We were… thinking about some sort of beef noodle dish?" There was a long, loaded pause. "You called me to tell me that? Really." "Yeah…" The girl nervously laughed. "S-silly, I know, but–" "Beef and pasta sounds alright." Hope calmly breathed as she listened to Carlos answer. Her lie had worked. "Maybe stroganoff of some kind…" he suggested. "Eliza, what do you– yeah, she says that sounds good." "Perfect," she replied. "Alright then." Another pause. "Do you guys need anything? We're at the store…" "No, no, we have the ingredients here." She was lying again, but to the best of her knowledge, they did actually have the ingredients for a "family-sized" portion of stroganoff. "Alright. We'll be home after a while. Eliza wants to watch that new action movie…" "Take your time…" Hope flinched. She had no idea why she said that. "L-love you!" she called. "You, too." With that, the call ended.

"What. Was that."

Dylan set his comic down and walked back over to Hope with a look of genuine concern. "You were s'posed to tell Los what I did to you," he exclaimed, "but you just… choked! What's the deal, Hope? Lose your nerve or somethin'?" "I… don't know!" Hope exclaimed. "Well, that makes two of us." As Dylan laughed, Hope put her phone back into her pocket. She looked beside herself with confusion and maybe a little disappointment. It took her several seconds before she could look that cat in the face, again.

"Answers." "What?" Dylan flinched. Hope had grabbed him by the collar and gotten in his face. "I need answers!" she firmly demanded. "Answers to what?" he responded, his face and tone turning cold. "Why were you letting me do that?! Aren't you scared he'd… he'd…" "Kill me?" "Maybe?!" Dylan's face softened and he chuckled again. "Maybe I deserve it…" "You…" Hope paused. "You don't deserve to die… May– maybe get a little beat up…" "You have a soft spot for me. I knew it." "No?!" She shoved him away, shaking her head and looking frustrated, much to his amusement. "I just…" She sighed. "I just don't see the point in you dying when, instead, you could be incarcerated and made to serve a sentence for your crime! That's– that's all…" "'Let the punishment fit the crime'?" he asked. She rubbed her arm, looking away. "I… I guess…" She had no idea. "So…" Dylan smirked. "How 'bout you rape me?" Hope's eyes widened and she looked back at the cat. He was smiling. "What?" He grinned. "'Let the punishment fit the crime', Blue…" As he shrugged and chuckled, Hope found herself at a loss. She didn't know what to make of him. She was just confused… definitely a little angry… But most importantly? "I want to know why you're doing this." "Why I'm doing what?" he asked the flustered android. "Why you're playing this off like it's some big joke!" He snapped his fingers at her, winking. "That's just how I am, Blue." And that was all she could stand…

Tears formed in Hope's eyes as she stared at the smiling cat. He was always frustrating… always picking on her when their friends were around… and always putting her down when they were away… He'd openly confessed to assaulting her… physically and sexually! He even encouraged her to report him to her boyfriend and the police! Even with potential death and incarceration hanging over his head… he just acted like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. She wanted to punch him… and wanted to cry. More than anything, though?

"I just want answers…"

"'Answers'?" Dylan tossed his head from side to side a couple of times, popping his neck. "I can't give you answers–" "Why not?!" Hope shouted, tears breaking free. "– unless you ask me questions…" he finished. "O-oh…" The girl tried to calm down. She rubbed her face with one arm, getting synthetic tears onto her gray undershirt, then she looked back up. She needed a minute to think…

"Okay…" "Okay?" the cat answered, tilting his head. "Okay…" she repeated. "Okay. My first question is…" She looked into his eyes. "Are you sorry?" That question caught Dylan off guard. "What?" he asked in surprise. "Are you sorry?" she adamantly repeated. "'Am I sorry?'" he echoed. "Yeah." She paused before adding: "Are you sorry for what you did to me?" "No." She should have expected that level of bluntness… but it still made her flinch. "Wh… why not?" was her next question. The cat smiled, scratching his cheek. "I dunno…" "Are you serious…?" He shrugged and grinned. "I dunno." "Dylan!!" Hope got in his face again. "This isn't a joke! I'm being serious!!" He frowned. "Too close," he said in a low tone. "I want to know if you're sorry for what you did to me! Yes… or no!" "I said…" He frowned. "You're too close." "YES! Or. NO!" "What part of–" "Answer my question!!"

Hope's eyes widened again. It happened in a flash… The instant she had finished roaring at him… Dylan grabbed her arms and threw her against the door, pinning her there by the wrist. He glared into her eyes, his nose pressed against hers. She could see his tail flicking back and forth in her peripheral vision, too… He was not happy.

"You wanna know why I'm not sorry I raped you?" Dylan asked, his calm voice mismatching his angry face. "Y… yes!" Hope shouted despite her fear. "Why aren't you sorry?! Don't you–" "I'm not sorry…" he snapped, "because… because…" The anger faded from his face… and he let her go, taking a step back. "I don't know," he finally answered. "I really don't know, okay? I'm just not sorry." Hope's stared at him as she rubbed her wrists. "What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You got somethin' to say?" "This… is going to change things…" she whispered, sounding worried. "How so?" The girl frowned. "How can I trust you… knowing you forced yourself on me?" "'How can you trust me?'" he echoed. "Yes…" She softly nodded. "You froze my joints and had your way with me against my wishes. What's stopping you from doing it again?" The cat paused… chuckled… then shook his head before looking down. "Would you believe me if I said…" He looked back up, wearing a soft smile. "It's because I respect you too much?" "You… 'respect me'?" She scowled. "You don't molest people you respect…" "Without their permission, you mean." Her face flinched. She was blushing in her head… "Y-yeah," she answered honestly. "You don't molest people you respect without their consent. That's not just the law… That's… that's, um…" "All a part of respecting someone?" She nodded again. "Respect should go both ways in any kind of relationship, though!" "Do you respect no?" "I…" She paused. "N-no. No, I don't." "Fair 'nuff." The cat chuckled. "I don't respect me, either!" "And that's why!" Hope sighed, putting her arms behind her back as she leaned against the closed door. "Everything's just… one big joke to you! You always tease Carlos until he hits you, you always joke around with Ms. Armstrong, and most of the time, you either treat me like I'm less than a person… or you treat me like I'm a household appliance! It's infuriating…! And…" She looked away, hugging herself. "And… I sometimes wonder if you're right to treat me like that…"

#fiction #Essence of Ragnarok #Year 2043 #Broken Gears #original characters #Hope North #Dylan Dumouchel #drama #suspense

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Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.

So Persephone, who’s the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area she’s in with her plants.

So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MC’s room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they don’t care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the “hibernation” stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).

I’m sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you don’t want to do it

I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.

Comfort spell gone wrong

Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.

“Mc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. You’ll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.” Lucifer warned over breakfast.

“Mc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.” Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.

Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. “Geez, you’re such a hassle human.”

Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow you’d managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages you’d been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, he’d called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were “capable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?” You’d left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.

No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail he’d say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.

Levi had angrily called you a “useless normie,” who he wished would “never come back.” and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.

Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.

So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week you’d locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell you’d heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as you’d recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.

You’d read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and you’d feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didn’t stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? You’d have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! He’d clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke up…

Lucifer hadn’t seen you all weekend. He figures you’re most likely studying. But you don’t show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either… and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.

When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.

“Beel! Don’t!” Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. “We don’t know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.”

“Lucifer, Mc did this to themself,” Satan points to the open spellbook. “It looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.”

Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.

Lucifer:

All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didn’t feel like you could come to him, to any of them?

He’s so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.

“Nothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel… I just wanted-”

His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brother’s fault, his fault. “You are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you weren’t, means I have been truly terrible.”

You’re choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. “You said I was a disappointment.”

“My dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.”

Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.

Afterward, he’ll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.

He’ll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.

Mammon:

Shit human! Why didn’t you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.

How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?

Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.

“Please can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. I’m so sorry.”

Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.

He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.

There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.

You’ll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammon’s affections for the foreseeable future.

Levi:

He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.

He feels frozen

Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.

You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.

He’ll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure you’re eating enough and look healthy.

A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. “Are you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!”

He is shook, and he can’t believe he messed up so badly.

He’s happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. He’ll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.

Satan:

Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?

Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.

When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.

He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.

Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Mc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but… we almost lost you. I almost lost you.”

He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He won’t push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.

Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.

Sometimes he’ll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.

Asmo:

As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.

You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.

This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.

He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.

Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.

Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.

“You’re so loved, Mc,” he says softly. “You are.” he insists when you shake your head no.

“More than you could ever know, and it’s our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.”

After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.

Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.

Beel:

At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.

Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. He’s heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.

But you don’t want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. You’re still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.

And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.

When you become unresponsive to the brother’s questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.

Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.

You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.

“I just… I felt so alone! And… I...but no one” you gasp out shakily between sobs.

Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.

Once your crying quiets he starts to speak “Don’t do that again. You can always come to me Mc. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t”

Belphie:

Belphie thinks it’s a joke at first. “Man, how could they mess up this bad?”

Then he sees Lucifer’s panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.

Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.

After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didn’t directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.

“I am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.”

He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as it’s within his power, is yours. No questions asked.

He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks you’ll come to your senses and decide you don’t want anything to do with him.

He wants to comfort you so bad.

To make sure you don’t feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.

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can you do the crazy girls ask but for aot girls (incl hange) as well? thank you!

hehe i am so glad you requested this!!! i love when women <333 this ask is based on this prompt of the aot characters dating a reader who is "crazy" like "maddy from euphoria" LMFAO which i interpreted as an emotionally strong individual who isn't afraid to take anyone's shit :)

mikasa loves how independent you are. she adores how you can stand your ground and dont need anyone to defend or save you from situations (ofc she is always willing and prepared to, but you assure her you can handle things yourself) i think she likes having a s/o who is a little crazy and unpredictable (ex: eren being a literal feral chihuahua who she has to keep on a leash) so i think she finds a lil bit of humor and enjoyment when ur ripping someone a new one or going off on someone. she kinda stands in the back like <3 thats my baby

sasha is so funny because she cant decide if she’s absolutely petrified or turned on by the situation unfolding in front of her LOL. she sees you pointing your fingers and furrowing your brow as you yell at the person who cut you guys in line. i think she’s a little afraid of confrontation, so the fact that you are always ready to speak up and wont hesitate to throw down if you need to both terrifies and excites her. she’s torn between being like hmmm baby its ok maybe we should just leave or standing there with little hearts around her head like O.O wow they r hot when theyre mad LMFAO

hange is just super ride or die. so if their s/o is someone who is crazy and can go from being extremely happy and comforting to those they like vs terrifying and intimidating to their enemies, hange is right there with you. you mention one time that you don't like this one guy in your lecture hall and they're automatically like "ok so whats the name of that one guy we don't like, the one in ur class" they just trust you wholeheartedly so if you are acting "crazy" or have a lot of emotions, they fully validate you and your feelings. hange please validate me

pieck LOVES it. she absolutely adores how passionate and protective you were when it comes to who or what you love. you guys are out at a bar and a man catcalls pieck and before she can even roll her eyes or mutter something under her breath, you are already sizing up the perpetrator. she loves how you care for her, even if you show it through yelling at strangers that disrespect her LMFAO. SHES SO SUPPORTIVE she just watches you tear down the patriarchy from the sidelines. when ur done w ur verbal assault, she just kisses ur shoulder, blushes, and giggles while u continue to rant about how “pathetic it was” that the man even thought he had a chance w her :/

annie doesnt really care about much but when you, her s/o, come home screaming about how someone was rude to you today she immediately starts coming up with ways to k*ll them. she’s about to leave the house when you finally calm down and say “oh its fine i already slashed their tires’ ... she’s like HUHHHHHH lmfao i think she’s used to being the one who is all hard and scary so if you are so straight forward with your anger or just emotions in general, she respects you so much. she didn’t think it was possible to be so openly emotional and simultaneously terrifying at the same time, but there u are :)

hitch herself gives off maddy perez energy. so the two of you being that way??? unstoppable. she's obsessed with how scary and intimidating you two are LMFAO she knows that you are fully capable of handling your own but since you are both so powerful (and hot) you like to defend one another rather than yourselves. you make it into a game. like if a stranger at a bar is being disrespectful to you, you count how many seconds in your head it takes for hitch to be at your side calling him a "cunt" or vice versa, someone got caught talking about hitch behind her back and she doesn't even respond to them, instead she tells them to wait until you find out about what they said. that always sends them running

#aot headcanons #mikasa ackerman headcanons #sasha braus headcanons #hange zoe headcanons #annie leonhardt headcanons #pieck finger headcanons #hitch dreyse headcanons #mikasa x reader #sasha x reader #hange x reader #annie x reader #pieck x reader #hitch x reader

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