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jazzyblusnowflake · 2 months

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OMG hi…I really like your art and was wondering if you wanna be mutuals??????????? Also tell me about your MD ships :3c

honey we are dating- .....okay yknow what- HI PRETTY & TALENTED LADY- yess i will absolutely love toooo 🙈💕💕💕💕💕

also lets see uhhh okay this is an excuse for me to just... expload-

keep in mind not every ship is meant for all of you so dont badger me about stuff that ISNT CANON or YOU DONT SHIP. contrary to whatever you believe, when somone posts about THEIR ships, nobody wants to hear about you NOT shipping it on THAT EXACT post.

hang in there, this gon be a long one >:p

First off we are starting strong with Nuzi- Biscuitbites obviously thats a given- these two just have too much to be said about why and how they make eachother the best version of eachother, whether they ever became canon or not- they fit like puzzle pieces- they lessen eachothers negative traits by being their for eachother.

next is Vuzi- Violentviolet, they are my favorite kind of enemies to lovers 😔 but its also tragic smh. kinda pissed off at how V always does something good in Uzis favor only when she is LITERALLY PASSED OUT- either in the camp ep on the bus or in Alices lab. like damn ofFUCKINGcourse Uzi wouldnt know she cares about her 😭😭😭

envuzi- Violentbitingbiscuits, i love these goobers with all my heart- they deserve the best 😔💕💕💕💕

envy - [does this poor ship just NOT have an exclusive FINDABLE tag name??? im calling them GoldenMemories...], i like to think that if they were in the manor still, and nothing bad had ever happened, these two would be comforting eachother in the healthiest way possible. V needs someone like N and N is just adorable like that uwu

Next we have JxTessa/Jessa- [calling them Fancyblades cuz why not-] J deserves some closure for the shit shes gone through smhhh 😔, its a tragic yuri of J loving and wanting something she probably already accepted she couldnt have, and even then she gotta deal with Ns ass being the favorite one regardless of how hard she tries to be perfect... sighhh i wanna imagine them in a future where Tessa was spared as the only human and J could save her 😭😭😭😭 Tessa might have loved doing mechanical stuff or wore black to hide grease/oil stains on her clothes from her parents and wore gloves to hide her oily stained hands- i want her to have a scene of wiring drones back to life and saving them and saying something like "hey there, you made it! dont worry, ill take care of you, youre my friend now :3" or something //dies//, also before anyone says it- even if Tessa was a teen in the flashbacks- romance is not exclusive to ADULTS, teens can love eachother without having sexual stuff involved. no she was not their MOTHER figure, she was their FRIEND who liked to fix robots for herself to not be alone in a house where her own parents literally chain her up as punishment. i dont even know why im arguing about this, people headcanon or make aus about characters NOT being dead all the time and if Tessa was alive for as long as J thought she was, Tessa would have been a perfectly fine adult either way. so counting this, yes shes canonically considered an adult when Cyn tries to imitate an adult humans body 🙄 makes as much sense as everything else i guess-

next ones i got is NorixYeva/Neva- Solverlilies- i just think theyre neat 😭😭😭 and once again, like everything else in this franchise- they are tragic yuris 😔 damn liam im finding a pattern over here 🤨 anyway, i like to think they either got closer in the lab experimentations or were already close when they were working as WDs in the campsite area for the humans. obviously canonically they were probably straight or just not into eachother romantically- [Nori either u have the worst taste men or Khan just fucking lost it after you died-] but also on the other handddd.... they have 2 hands and they are robots, i want them to kiss like two barbie dolls and im gonna make them do just that-

DollxLizzy/Dizzy- Bloodypink, wost fucking ship names ever, i cant find shit on them with these tags and it makes me angry >:/ at this point 2/3s of my ships are just tragic yuris smh, Doll did not deserve any of the things handed to her, even if she went about doing some things the wrong way i wish Lizzy didnt just abandon her- but then again, Doll did kinda abuse Lizzys trust and Lizzy got scared of being close to a serial murderer so.... morality calls this a draw? 😭 im crying... i wish someone was there to help Doll... sigh... i like to think Lizzy would have waited for Doll to just come back at some point... oh well, thats why AUs exist :"3 //sobs in the corner//

DollxUzi/Dollzi- Bloodybats, this ship is so underrated to me... they could have been... so much more. but why weren't they? did Yeva abandon ever getting close to Uzi when she was a kid after Nori died? did Uzi and Doll just never play around together as kids when their mothers were so close? were they ever close and something went wrong as they grew older? at worst they could have been like sisters together, and at best maybe more than friends. i just dont know what happened here, like Yeva could have tried to keep an eye on Uzi, maybe Uzi could have found Dolls powers so cool before having them too- i dont know theres literally tons of possibilities- but if Doll deserved to be saved or cared for by anyone, at least one of them should have been Uzi... sigh.

ThadxV- Killingblonde, yall this is... the cutest shit... ever???? like from here on out we kinda go into the more or less crackship territory but these two are adorable- Dumbass yet wholesome jock boy that just wants to keep his queen happy 😔👌👌👌 He and Uzi would have so much to talk about on "crushing on literal murder bots that stabbed and almost ate us" its literally love at first stab smhhh 😫💕

ThadxSam- Smokyjock ???? for some fucking reason??? i dont know what my brain did here man- i just like the trope of someone getting under Thads skin- like pair up the healthy sports loving gym boy with the lazy but wholesome dumbass that does drugs or is always just sleep deprived and Thad is always trying to just... take care of his ass and make him take care of himself but he just WONT SMHHH-

okay some more or less crack ships down here:

ThadxN: it speaks for itself. its too adorable and youll go blind from the light of wholesomeness-

ThadxNxUzi: Uzi will die here from the overwhelming wholesomeness... oh bonus if its just a 4s polycule of ThadxNxUzixV i mean i know im pushing my luck but.... random crackships go brr- V and Uzi will complain but love their dumbass golden puppy partners-

ThadxUzi: i think they could have been close and Thad caring about her as a childhood friend turned crush sounds just too cute for me 😔

LizzyxUzi: another random ass rivals to lovers or some shit idk what this is, Lizzy would pay Uzi to kiss the fuck out of her i dont make the rules-

ThadxLizzy: in some cases where they are NOT headcanoned as siblings or cousins, i think they have a good energy of wholesome jock bf and girly queen cheerleader lol, Thad is just a good bf eitherway-

DollxUzixLizzy: the gals would not leave a single second of silence for the small gremlin i swear to God- [Uzi is gay as FUCK for her gfs, absolute girloser unit with her gorgeous but crazy gfs]

okay for the end i have some characters that arent ships but i wish they could have become closer as friends or work out their issues...

J and N- too much abuse and toxicity here, i wish they could talk together more and see they have a lot of things in common- maybe a full line of dialogue from J without threatning N in every sense of the manner would be nice for a change =_=

Doll and V- again, a bit morally ambiguous to ship a character with the murderer of your family, esp when said murderer hasnt expressed regret lmao, but i wish they could at least be friends... Dolls disdain for the murder drones pushed her to end up the way she did. maybe if she didnt do it alone she would have been alive by now. so i like to think what would have happened if she and V could have made up- not necessarily Doll forgiving her- but at least having the space to grow and understand why they did they things that happened.

Cyn and literally ANYONE- i want the solver to be SEPARATE from Cyn- i wish Cyn would have still existed somewhere down there and was savable- i wish this poor child AI had a happy ending to her by connecting with the others as ACTUAL siblings... goddamnit 😔

aaaand thats it for this fine ass day 🫡 yall are welcome to ask about any of these- boy the tags are gonna be.... a lot.

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masterjedilenawrites · 1 year

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The Way to a Man's Heart

Wrecker x reader | 1.6k words

Content: fluff, food, and fun

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also I want to cook for all the clones, but these vibes are the strongest with Wrecker, and, for some reason, Hardcase and Fives.

It was almost comical. Two decently muscular men and one incredibly burly one, all huddled around your small dinette, patiently awaiting a meal you'd insisted on making for them. Why, you weren't sure. You'd sort of blurted the proposition out the other day when they'd been talking about the lack of homemade meals in their diet. The thought of some of the GAR's strongest, most valiant soldiers not being able to eat a decent meal had not only sounded tragic to you, but also something you were more than capable of providing the remedy to.

At least, that's what you'd thought then. Now, standing in the middle of your tiny apartment kitchen, surrounded by several bubbling pots, unpackaged ingredients, and countless little spills and messes, you were wondering what in the galaxy you'd possibly been thinking.

You peeped your head around the corner to check on the status of your guests' moods. Hardcase's leg bounced underneath the table and even Fives had his hands fidgeting in his lap. Wrecker, surprisingly, seemed much more calm, though you knew it wasn't an easy feat for the gentle giant. His stomach was the size of a bantha and hardly ever felt satisfied. You'd need to hurry up your process before any of them broke the peace.

"Just a few more minutes!" you called out. You didn't know if that was enough time but felt the need to give them some indication you were trying to wrap up. The crostini's, at least, could be passed out soon, along with some beers, just to hold them over while you willed the chicken in the oven to cook faster.

"No rush, love!" Fives called back. "Take all the time you need!"

Ironically, one of the four timers you had going suddenly went off, its quick little chirps pulling you back into the fray of the kitchen. You shut it off and pulled the tray of toasted crostini's from the oven. Working swiftly, you dolloped the ricotta and hot honey spread on top of each one and sprinkled some sliced almonds and chives to garnish. Each was then placed neatly onto a serving tray. When you were done, though, you sighed in embarrassment. Normally this appetizer was too much for you to eat on your own, but looking at the small little sampling before you now, you knew the three soldiers in your dinette would clean this off in seconds. You should've got a loaf of bread apiece.

But you shook yourself from your worries. You had already added on an extra side-dish last minute, and changed your mind from cookies to cheesecake for dessert. Surely it'd all be enough once you were done.

"Don't worry, this is just the first course," you apologized as you walked out with the dish. "But something to hold you over while I finish up the rest."

"There's multiple courses?" Wrecker's eyes grew in wonder.

All three leaned forward to track the plate as you set it between them. You hid a smile at their eagerness.

"And how about some drink orders? I have a few different ciders and ales, some sodas...."

"Any kind of amber ale for me, please," Hardcase immediately put his order in.

"I'll take a good ol' port-in-a-storm," Fives added right after.

"And you, Wrecker?" you asked with an added sweetness to your voice. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have an extra soft-spot for the Batcher. In fact, if anyone had analyzed how this whole dinner situation had come about, they would've noticed you'd only invited the group after Wrecker had chimed in.

Wrecker's mouth was already full of 2 crostini's. He looked at you sheepishly as you addressed him and quickly swallowed enough to be able to respond. "Surprise me!"

You laughed and returned to the kitchen just as another timer went off. You had to take a minute to think which one that stood for. The potatoes? No... the homemade salad dressing. You twisted the knob of the appropriate burner off so the bubbling mustard sauce could start to cool. You also snuck in another peek at the chicken in the oven to see how that was doing. Still not golden enough.

You gathered up all the right drinks for the boys, deciding to mix together your favorite, the cold and creamy Lothal Spicebrew, for Wrecker. You laughed again as you brought them out, as the plate of hors d'ouerves was already demolished to just a plate of crumbs.

"Kriff that was good!" Hardcase was licking his fingers. The other two hummed in agreement.

"Yes, that was excellent!"

"Amazing!"

You blushed from their compliments, scooping the plate out of the way. "Well hopefully the rest of it will all be done soon. I'm sorry it's taking so long."

Fives brushed away your apologies. "Like we said, take your time."

"Yeah, we're not going anywhere!" Wrecker grinned.

Hardcase let out a belch, sending all three into hysterics as they started working on their drinks.

Your trip back into the kitchen thankfully set you into a good rhythm. The potatoes were finally boiled and you quickly mashed them up with the perfect amount of cream and butter. You gave the salad another toss and then started portioning it out onto some plates. The last-minute microwaved corn addition shortly followed. You were even able to get your cheesecake mixed and into the oven. The sounds of the boys' laughter and lively conversation from the next room kept you going, giving you the perfect motivation to work through the chaos in good spirits.

When the chicken finally, finally, was done, you carefully plated the last piece to your meal, drizzled the now cooled dressing onto the leafy greens, and started taking the plates out to the table.

"Dinner is served!" you announced. All your hard work, all your worries, all the messes you left behind, were now all worth it as you served the men at your table. "Prosciutto-wrapped chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, steamed corn, and a mixed spring salad with my special mustard dressing."

All three were speechless as you set their plates before them. Wrecker even had a bit of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. You held back the proud feeling that was swelling in your chest at the sight of them being so mesmerized by food you had made.

"And there's a bit more, so let me know if anyone wants second helpings," you gave a little wink, even though none of them were looking at you. At least, not until you went to head back into the kitchen.

"Wait, what about you?" Wrecker asked. You turned and saw him looking after you in concern. "You're not going to eat?"

"I've got a plate in here," you waved him off. "I've got to work on the dessert next."

"Aw, boo!"

"Yeah, you should join us!" Fives agreed.

Hardcase pulled out the lonely fourth chair and patted it enthusiastically. This time you couldn't help the smile that came out of you.

"Okay, just give me a few minutes to get the dessert in the fridge first."

You worked quicker than you ever had before, getting your cheesecake set up to cool, throwing a few of the empty pots in the sink to soak, and then joining your new friends at the table to eat. The next hour went by in a blur. Glasses clanked in salute. A chorus of compliments and satisfied hums poured out between bites. Laughter bounded between the walls as stories were shared. It was the happiest you'd felt in a long time, seeing how a simple meal - okay, perhaps chaotic and messy was more accurate than simple - could so easily impress these soldiers that you yourself were in awe of.

Everything was fantastic and incredible to them. Second helpings were brought out in no time. They asked a million questions about how you were so good at cooking. Wrecker, especially, seemed to have hearts in his eyes with every bite he took.

Eventually, your cheesecake needed tending to for the final showstopper of the night. You excused yourself to work on it, and a short while later, was surprised to find someone joining you.

"Anything I can do to help?"

Wrecker had piled up all the empty plates and was setting them gently onto the one corner of the counter you hadn't reached with your mess. He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

"Um..." you looked around, not sure what else there was to do other than clean up, but you couldn't possibly ask a guest to help with that. Your gaze fell on the bag of pistachios you'd almost forgotten would be part of this treat. "Oh! Can you chop those up for me?"

Wrecker seemed glad to have something to do. He was very careful to follow your instructions on how you wanted them chopped and mixed in with the apricots, jam, and orange juice you had already been preparing. Together, you worked to spoon them on top of the cheesecake.

"You really are good at all this," he said, a kind of timidness in his voice. When you looked up at him, you saw a faint blush dotting his cheeks. "Do you cook like this all the time?"

"I honestly don't," you admitted, feeling heat rise in your own cheeks. You weren't sure why you were suddenly feeling shy. "It's just me here, and it's not as fun to cook for just yourself."

"Well you're welcome to cook for me anytime!" He barked out his usual jovial chuckle and you found your breathing settle back in response. You really, truly liked him.

"I would love that, Wrecker," you smiled up at him.

"Really? Anytime?" He was testing the waters, seeing whether you were genuine or just being nice.

You gave him a playful bump of your hips in reassurance. "Yep. Any time."

Much to your delight, Wrecker would take you up on the offer as often as he was able, leading to not only some lovely nights of cooking and company, but the start of a pleasantly sweet romance....

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quitealotofsodapop · 8 months

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Unless somebody's asked this before, what's would the swk's (minus 2023/netflix) react to Lin?

They probably think she's a really cool kid! Netflix/Cherry brings Lin around to a Wukongverse meeting (somehow), and the others SWK's are like "Oh thank Buddha, it's his one braincell besides the Stick."

Lin is rather confused, but figures that she should be used to it by now. Her monkey has dragged her along to different Realms before, whats a different dimrnsion compared to Hell?

She ends up hanging out with the other kids like MK, Mei, and HiB!Liuer, with the younger SWKs and LEMs chilling with her too.

Revelations occur when the other monkeys have questions...

Peach: "How do you know Lin exactly? Is she your tudi, or are you guys just good friends?" Cherry: "We're friends but its... complicated." Other SWKs: *sounds of interest/encouragement* Cherry: "So like... she's the first person to show me geniune empathy and kindness, buuuut she also sentenced me under the mountain. Soooo bummer." *cricket noises* Smokey: "What." Cherry: "Yeah it was kinda weird. I think I was power-drunk or something cus all I remember is that she became the voice of Buddha and did the Leap from my Palm trick. Then cue the mountain. She said bye though, so that was cool." *more shocked silence* Dasheng: "...thats not normal." Starfruit: "YEAH. Mortals don't just do that." Peach: "Wait... is Lin your monk?" Cherry: "No, I have a Tripitaka. He showed up like 500 years later." All the SWK who understand reincarnation: *deep inhales* Ace: "Your friend is a Golden Cicada. " Cherry: "A what now?" Smokey: "Seriously!? Don't you know any Buddhist lore?!" Cherry: "No. I was never taught it." Sugar: "Didn't your Master Subodhi ever teach you inbetween lessons on the Dao?" Cherry: "...my who teaching me what now?"

This is how the rest of the monkeys indirectly find out that Netflix!SWK/Cherry; 1: Was never trained for his power, 2: Has no idea about the chinese pantheon, and 3: Was never in the furnance?? Like??? Those are big details in a lot of their stories!

The SWKs who went through these trials feel really frustrated that Cherry hasn't felt the same pain they have, but also recognise his tale as being an equally tragic story of hubris/innocent ambition. Also this monkey had zero friends - no stalwarts, no brotherhood, no LEM likely, so he had no support system/something to fight for beyond himself.

Lin, meanwhile is hanging out with the LMK gang (canon and/or au) like;

MK, telling his origin story: "...So I lifted the Staff and boom! I have the Monkey King's powers!" *poses dramatically on table with his staff* Lin, clapping: "Thats pretty cool! Does your staff talk like Stick does, or it that an oddity just of my world?" Tang: "Your world, sadly. Imagine the tales those Staffs could tell..." Pigsy: "You have the monkeys, Tang." Tang: "The monkeys like to exaggerate and bend details." Lin: "Stick is not really that much better..." MK: *staff falls out of hand onto floor* "Dang it." Lin: "Don't worry! I'll get it!" MK: "Uh yeah, thats not possible-" Lin: *lifts the staff with some effort* The LMK Crew: (ʘᗩʘ’) Hib!Liuer: (◕▿◕) Lin: "...what?"

Lin has her own freak-out moment when the gang tell her that the Ruyi Jingu Bang/Staff is supposed to be over 17,550 lbs/7,960 kg(!!). Aka "girl how are you lifting a whole ass flat-bed truck with your hands"-heavy.

Cus I need to remind yall that Lin *can lift the Staff*, so either Stick deliberately makes itself lighter so she can move it, OR Lin has a major divine Strength buff.

Tang declares Lin his 2nd favorite Monk (first place taken by Liuer). Lin starts freaking out cus Netflix!Tripitaka basically tells her that she's dead in his time/one of his previous lifes as well.

#the monkey king netflix #wukongverse #the monkey king netflix lin #jttw inspo theories #lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #the monkey king netflix spoilers

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carnivorousyandeere · 1 year

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Yandere Witch x Reader

CW: Reader Death, Reader Nudity (Bath)

Gender neutral reader, yandere is referred to with they/them pronouns but does not have a set gender/name yet

Not nsfw but it is kinda violent so I’d prefer it if minors didn’t read/like/reblog.

This is my first time writing this sort of thing. Sorry if the formatting is off, Tumblr Mobile is kinda weird lol

(Please Blacklist the tag “#ghost reader” if you don’t wanna see this)

🥀 It was an early morning in early spring, when frost still covered the ground some mornings, that you woke to find your bed cold with the absence of your partner.

🥀 You yawned and got up to look for them, drawing a blanket around yourself. They were outside, digging in the garden soil outside of the house.

🥀 “So sorry I woke you, my love,” they said, wiping sweat from their forehead and leaving a trail of dirt in its wake. The smile they gave you was entirely too bright for so early in the morning, warming you more than the barely-risen sun could. “I’m just renewing some of the wards before the earth wakes again.”

🥀 You assured them it was alright, and offered to make something warm to drink for the both of you. They smiled again, eyes twinkling up at you from where they kneeled in the garden. “I’ll be inside in just a bit. Maybe we can make breakfast together~”

🥀 You hummed in assent, going back into the cottage to get everything started for the morning.

🥀 You and the Witch had been dating for a while. You almost couldn’t believe it, to be honest. They were so gentle, kind, and patient— everything you might look for in an ideal partner. Not to mention their looks; dark hair and eyes, and a dorky lopsided little grin that they reserved just for you… You felt so lucky, thinking of the time spent together.

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🥀 The days went by quickly, as the last creeping chills of winter finally gave way to birdsong and the greenery of spring. The vernal equinox came and went, as the forests and meadows filled with flowers and insects and animals.

🥀 The Witch continued to work hard day by day, tending to the garden, gathering ingredients from the woods, and making tinctures for nearby villages.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🥀 Before too long, spring warmed into a blessedly mild summer. On one such afternoon, your Witch asked you to come with them for a date; a picnic in a nearby meadow.

🥀 “You don’t have to worry about, um, bugs and mosquitos and such, I’ve got a spell…” They rambled on a bit. Despite having been together for some time, their face flushed just as much as it had the first time they’d asked you out. You giggled, linking your arm with theirs and telling them to lead the way.

🥀 And lead they did— to a breathtakingly beautiful clearing in the forest. The last golden rays of the sun filtered through the trees as you set up the blanket and ate together. You talked and laughed up a storm, admiring the flowers and trees around.

🥀 Eventually, the food was all eaten and the mood mellowed. Nighttime swept gently over, bringing fireflies out along with the calming hum of crickets.

🥀 You moved the picnic basket to the side, and laid on the blanket to look up at the sky. “Tell me some about the stars?” You asked your Witch.

🥀 They protested that astrology was not their strong suit, but still laid next to you, and began to point to different constellations and tell their stories. Some beautiful, some tragic, many a mixture of both.

🥀 Eventually they trailed off and the two of you rested in that comfortable silence. No words, just the crickets’ hum.

🥀 “…what do you think about marriage?” They asked. Your heart leaped into your throat and you turned to look at them. But they didn’t look back, gaze fixed resolutely on the moon crawling ever-so-slowly overhead, as if they were scared of what your gaze might reflect back to them.

🥀 “I-I’m not sure…” You couldn’t say you hadn’t thought about it— of course you had! But you’d never really talked about it before, and the muggy, balmy midnight air seemed to cloud your head, and you couldn’t quite find the right words to express your feelings...

🥀 They hummed in acknowledgment.

🥀 Silence stretched between the two of you again, although this time was much less comfortable. You could feel the tension on the back of your throat, heavy and sickly. Until they broke the silence.

🥀 “You know… I’ve been thinking about regrets a lot lately. What I might… regret doing, or not doing, when my life comes to a close. As somebody who works with the cycles of the earth, I know I shouldn’t fear death, but… I can’t help but worry sometimes. There’s just the most peculiar feeling that…” They trailed off, finally turning their head to look at you.

🥀 You stared at one another, their gaze unusually sharp and pensive. “There’s this feeling… Hmm. I don’t know. I guess that I’m scared to die— the uncertainty of it all. It could be quite painful.”

🥀 “If you had to guess, what do you think would be the best way to die?”

🥀 Despite the lingering summer warmth, you couldn’t help but shiver as a clammy breeze brushed past. The tension in your throat settled low, curdling in your gut.

🥀 “Oh, I’m sorry my dear. I didn’t mean to frighten you… I suppose that was a rather serious topic to bring up out of the blue. Here.” They lifted you to lay on their chest easily, hand coming up to stroke the back of your neck.

🥀 “No, it’s fine,” you breathed, shivering again from the light touch of their fingers down your neck and and back. You whispered your answer to their question, face buried in the crook of their neck. You considered your next words carefully.

🥀 “You’re not… sick, or anything, are you?” You asked. You were no stranger to late-night morbid conversations with your Witch, but their demeanor this time around was different.

🥀 “Huh? Oh, no, my dear! I didn’t mean to make it sound like… like I’m on death’s door or anything like that. I’m so sorry for worrying you my love, my brain just got the better of me tonight.”

🥀 They pressed kisses to the top of your head in apology, running their hands comfortingly up and down your back and arms.

🥀 “Hmm…” they looked at the moon again, hanging higher in the sky than before. “I think it’s about time we head back, darling. Here, let me carry you.”

🥀 You dozed in their arms as they walked back, bundled up in the picnic blanket. They tucked you into bed when you got back and held you until you fell into deep sleep. When you woke, they were outside, working in the garden.

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🥀 They seemed… more distant after that, perhaps worried that they had moved too fast with the marriage talk. Or maybe… they really were sick, and trying to hide it as long as they could. You pushed the thought away whenever it popped up. Surely they would come to you with something so important?

🥀You would often spot them pacing the edge of the property, even after all the other work for the day was done. The cottage felt much less alive in their increasingly frequent absences.

🥀 Even when they were home, they were much more closed off. Their sweet, dorky smiles that you loved so much became rarer as time wore on, no matter how you tried to cheer them up.

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🥀 Summer ripened into autumn, golden and crisp.

🥀 Your beloved Witch seemed to spend all of their time working now. You wanted to support them, but the way they had been holding you at arm’s length for months finally got to you. You broke down and cried when they got back from delivering potions one day.

🥀 Their tired eyes filled with panic as you begged for an explanation, asking if you had done something wrong, if they still loved you… if maybe they had found someone else along their delivery route they liked more…?

🥀 “No, no, please, baby! I love you so so much. Everything I’m doing is for us! You’ll see. I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t realize you felt like this…”

🥀 They drew you a bath, with flowers and fine soaps in it, carefully washing you, reassuring you of their love. You wanted to enjoy it, but their once-comforting words and soft touches felt hollow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🥀 The fall did not stay crisp and beautiful forever. Torrential rains washed away the colorful foliage, leaving a grey and foggy landscape in their wake.

🥀 You and your Witch’s relationship was not at its best, but as Samhain approached, their spirits seemed to lift and it was easier to talk with them.

🥀 Their eyes began to sparkle again, though the bags under their eyes made their smiles feel more manic than genuine.

🥀 All the same, you were relieved to see glimpses of the kind, excitable soul you’d fallen for originally. Hope and affection bloomed in your heart anew.

🥀 They began to have more time to spend with you and take you on dates. If ever you asked them about work, they would brush it off, saying that they’ve already done everything they needed to, that now is the time to sit back and enjoy the harvest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🥀 By the time the veil between worlds had thinned, things felt almost normal with your Witch again. You talked and laughed together just like you used to.

🥀 On a particularly cold night, they made a romantic dinner for the both of you. You talked and laughed, and even danced a little that night. You fell asleep, warmer and happier than you had in ages, curled up next to your beloved.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🥀 You awoke to terror.

🥀 Your beloved, over you, ensuring that you would die however you said you wanted…

🥀 “This is what you said you wanted, isn’t it?”

🥀 You try to scream but can’t, grabbing at their forearms. Your nails gouged deeply into them.

🥀 They tried to keep a pleasant expression for your sake, but couldn’t help twitching at the pain.

🥀 Their eyes, so determined, bored into your panicked ones as they tried to comfort you.

🥀 “Shh, shhh. I know it’s scary, but everything will be alright… Just trust me…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🥀 When you woke again, it was with great confusion. You felt like you’d had a horrible dream, but you couldn’t quite remember what had happened in it. Your beloved Witch wasn’t in bed.

🥀 All the same, the date night last night had been so wonderful. You felt lighter than air as you glided out to see your partner, working diligently in the garden as they always seemed to.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #mdni #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #my thoughts #manipulation #death cw #yandere x you #yandere tw #yandere cw #witch yandere #necromancer yandere #ghost reader #yandere oc #god DAMN this ended up being long lmfao #oc Mika

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how would klaus react to someone coming out as nonbinary to him? friend or s/o either one

Secrets shared

Keeping secrets from Klaus Mikaelson was not an easy task. It’s draining and has had me on edge for ages. It’s not that i don’t trust him with my secret but it’s very personal to me and i know that he was born over a thousand years ago which could mean that maybe he sees the world in a more old fashioned way? Would he even know what non-binary means? Would he think i’ve been lying to his face this whole time? Or what if he thinks its a joke?

Questions like that are the reason i would rather just swallow down the worry, not tell him and pretend everything is fine.

And it was until this afternoon…

I was out with Cami and Davina, we were wondering round different stools in New Orleans to find anything that we thought was nice to go in our rooms or that we could wear. We even did a fake witch reading for a joke, we had been out for lunch so now we were just walking around for a little while. Both Cami and Davina knew that i was non-binary and said that they would always love me and they immediately began adapting to my new gender neutral name. What i hadn’t realised was that Klaus was also by the stools trying to find me and had heard Cami yell “y/n” over one of the stands and motioning me to come over

When i got back home to the compound and strolled up the stairs i peeked my head into Klaus’s art room to check how his day was but he was already stood at the doorway with his arms crossed and a glare on his face directed at me… although if you looked enough he just looked kind of upset and a little angry

“Did something happen? Is someone hurt?” were my go to questions hoping that nothing tragic had happened while i was out. However he just scoffed and narrowed his eyes

“Who exactly is y/n? or should i ask who you are? What this entire time you thought you could deceive me!? Are you a witch? Here to take my daughter from me again!“ Klaus’s voice got progressively louder making tears spring to my eyes as i backed to the wall when he walked forward, his hands on my shoulders with a firm grip

“Who are you and why are you in my house” it was dangerously calm whisper and i tried my best to collect myself

“I’m y/n but not because i’m a lier or a bad person! I just sort of changed my name and i you don’t know about it yet but i was gonna tell y-“ he cut me me off before i could finish

“Do you think me a fool? How would i not know if you had changed your name, Im with you every day” it began harsh but his face had softened a little when he noticed tears freely streamed down my face

“I kept it a secret because i didn’t think that you would understand” my voice was below a whisper and if it weren’t for his supernatural hearing i don’t think he would have heard anything

“understand what love?” his hand cupped my jaw when i wouldn’t look at him as he guided my gaze back to his

“I’m not a girl Klaus…but i’m not exactly a boy either.. i’m just sort of neither? i don’t… it’s..” i stopped when his lips pressed against mine, soft and gentle, i kissed him back with the same tenderness before he pulled away

“You’re non-binary? Or do you prefer not to be labelled?” i just kind of blinked at him when he said that, surprise was evident on my face that he had any idea of what i was on about. Klaus simply smiled and kissed my cheek

“And y/n is a great name, it suits you very well… i apologise for thinking you would betray me, it was a pathetic thought. I’m sorry you didn’t think i would accept you, i’ll love you no matter your name or how you identify”

i wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in his neck

“thank you nik…i love you too, always”

his arms circled my waist and his hands rubbed my back

“and forever y/n, always and forever”

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Whatever the Fuck Benrey Is: Chapter Fifteen: I'll Listen

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

As was always the way of things, silence and solitude were easier to bear in board daylight with the TV on, its volume just a tick or two away from being too loud. Focusing on the game he’d chosen to play helped too. Maybe it was a crutch to lean on that when he really should try to just get over it already because it was rather pathetic but so what? At least he hadn’t run over to Dr. Coomer’s place across the street the moment Benrey left the house.

Even with that being the case he hadn’t been at it for long before a knock sounded on the door and he eagerly stood to answer it. Someone coming to him was fine, he wasn’t being needy. Out of habit, not neediness, because the Black Mesa living space doors didn’t have peepholes or windows to check one’s visitors before answering a knock, he went straight to opening it.

“Hello Gordon!” Dr. Coomer said with his usual endearing tone and smile.

“Hello Dr. Coomer. What’s up? You wanna come in and hang out?” Gordon stepped back and gestured him inside. “Benrey left on a walk but I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”

Dr. Coomer strode in pretty much just far enough for Gordon to close the door behind him but made no move for the couch. “I saw him storm off and decided to come over to see how bad your fight was. Do you need a shoulder to cry on about it?”

“Uh… no. And it wasn’t a fight… or at least I don’t think it was, not this time anyway. I was being kinda nosy about what he is and his past and stuff but only because I care… or no, not only. Some of it is scientific curiosity but I was upfront about that and he seemed fine with it and it’s mostly because I care, which I was also upfront about. He doesn’t know if he was made in the lab or if they found him as an egg and decided to keep him as a pet science experiment. That’s sad, right? You’re with me on that being sad?”

“That is quite tragic, yes.”

“Exactly. And so, I was asking him questions about stuff, trying to see if I couldn’t spark any clues or whatever which he seemed mostly fine with.” No way was Gordon going to admit to the blood experiment. “But then I guess I hit a sore spot or something when I asked him if his current form is like… his true form or whatever. ‘Cause he can shapeshift so he might have like ‘this is what he really looks like but can change it’ kind of thing going on. He didn’t seem mad but uh… I guess it’s kinda hard to tell with him sometimes. It for sure wasn’t a fight though. He just said he was done talking about it and left. I figured it was best to leave him be but… you think I should call him to apologize?”

“I’m not sure. I just wanted to see if this was the big fight before you reconcile and end up kissing in the rain.”

Unable to keep still, Gordon had set to pacing a little while he talked. Now though he stopped, turning to face Dr. Coomer again. “Excuse me?”

Dr. Coomer met his gaze, his expression the same as always. “Hello… h… We could go back to Black Mesa and see if we can’t find his records. That should tell us if they made him in the lab or if they found him. We are far from done with salvaging everything after all. We could volunteer to go on the next trip and go straight to Benrey’s department while we’re there. We’ll have to ask Benrey to come with us or for him to tell us where in the facility his handlers stored information about him.”

“Uh… hold onto that idea for a moment and go back to the the thing you mentioned about me and Benrey… kissing in the rain? I misheard that, right?”

“Nope, that is exactly what I said. I suppose it probably won’t be in the rain though. It doesn’t rain much in the desert. But, don’t worry, I’m sure it will still be plenty dramatic.” Neither Dr. Coomer’s voice nor face cracked even once, seemingly he was serious.

“Why would we kiss at all?”

“Because that’s how these things usually go.”

“What things?”

He was silent for several seconds. “These… things.” He gestured vaguely with his hands as if indicating the world as a whole. “So Gordon, what do you think of my plan to look at Benrey’s records?”

There was nothing else to do but sigh and give up on figuring out where Dr. Coomer had pulled that idea from and so… “It’s uh… a good idea, actually.” How had Gordon not thought of it before? Rather made in the lab or stolen from somewhere, research data and records on him would be stored somewhere in the facility. Which would answer all such questions about him and more. “We’d have to ask Benrey though, huh? ‘Cause that stuff’s probably sensitive?” It’d be like looking at someone’s detailed medical records.

“It is possible his records don’t exist anymore. The computers they and their backups are stored on might’ve been destroyed. I doubt this though as they likely would be in a deep part of the facility, safe from the bombings. It is still possible they were shot with guns or destroyed through other means of violence. It’s also very possible his files are among the devices already salvaged from the facility. Which would mean we would need to look through the data storage devices already gathered in the new lab.”

“Fuck, you’re right. And if that’s the case, it uh… kinda puts a damper on our whole ‘keep Benrey a secret’ thing. Someone else at Black Mesa seeing those records might not be good. He can’t die… or I guess he doesn’t stay dead so it’s probably pretty obvious he’s still around somewhere. They might decide to go looking for him. So we should probably for sure find them then.” Maybe that’s where Dr. Coomer had gotten the idea that Gordon and Benrey might kiss. Gordon had gone from wanting him gone and willing to help contain him again to now immediately wanting to go out of his way and possibly risk losing his job if he was caught stealing Black Mesa’s experiment files to keep Benrey’s freedom a secret the moment he’d learned of a potential threat to it. But he was perfectly capable of recognizing the way Benrey had been treated was wrong and care enough about that and him as a person to want to stick his neck out for him without also wanting to kiss him. “And we probably wanna be sneaky about what we’re looking for.”

“Ooh, I do love a good stealth mission.”

“It’s not really a stealth mission, just a few lies about why we wanna dig through the data stuff. When Benrey gets back, we’ll talk to him about it. Before then though uh… when I was having that talk with him earlier, he mentioned that you have a the Black Mesa Sweet Voice too. Is that correct?”

“That is correct, yes. Would you like a demonstration?”

Damn, Gordon apparently was that stupid. “Sure.”

Dr. Coomer took deep breath and then did indeed let out a stream of sweet voice; blue to green, meaning he’s not mean. His tone was different, it was distinctively a human voice singing a note. Still pretty but not as much as Benrey’s. He also couldn’t hold it as long. Which wasn’t to say how long he did hold it for wasn’t impressive, just not as inhumanly long as Gordon had seen Benrey hold his a few times.

“Awesome, thanks,” Gordon said as it petered out. “I’m not sure how I missed that but… whatever. But um, While you’re here and while we wait for Benrey to come back, I’ve been meaning to ask you if you could help me move the couch and TV and stuff into I guess what’s gonna be the gaming room.” It did make some sense to have all the gaming stuff in one room.

“I am quite good at lifting things so sure, I’ll help.”

***

Benrey leaned in the kitchen’s doorway as Gordon, sitting at the kitchen table across from Coomer, explained the idea the two of them had come up with to extract the files Black Mesa had on him either from the lab directly or the stuff already salvaged from the lab. If it were just to look to see what he was or where he’d come from, Benrey would’ve told them not to bother. Even if he was curious now thanks to Gordon, it’d be a lot of work and would instead be easier to go back to not thinking about it. But if they didn’t find his records, likely the rest of Black Mesa eventually would.

Dealing with them trying to get him back would be annoying. With his files they’d likely know how to contain him too which would make it even more of a pain in the ass. So keeping those files out of their hands just in case would be nice.

On the other hand though, the thought of Gordon going through them made Benrey’s insides feel as if they were squirming. What all they contained he wasn’t sure of but Gordon looking through all of them might be… not good. He was already interested in Benrey scientifically, which was fine because he’d also said he cared about Benrey earlier – not a sentiment often shared with him. But what if having all of Benrey’s science info at his fingertips pushed him to seeing Benrey more as a science experiment than a friend?

Given their rocky history and how Gordon used to not like him at all, that thought perhaps shouldn’t be as disconcerting as it was. Gordon viewing him like that wouldn’t necessarily mean Benrey had to stop hanging out with him or disown him as a pet. Having only one person studying and performing experiments on him wouldn’t be too bad. Presumably the gamer pad would still be his. His prior handlers had conceded to him having such a place once they found out about it, so Gordon, kinder than them by far, surely would too. But… but… he liked what they had now. And what if the option of moving out on his own was removed? Just because he wasn’t sure yet if he wanted to take it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy having it be an option. Even if such was the case for no other reason than because he’d never had such an option before.

“And of course if uh… you don’t want us looking at them, we’ll just delete them. Or if you want them for yourself, we’ll just copy them over to a flash drive and give it you,” Gordon said, ending his explanation.

Oh, perhaps Benrey could have the best of both worlds after all. But… “Don’t you wanna look at them?” He was the one with the questions and who cared what Benrey was enough to feel sad for him not knowing.

“Yeah, I do. So if you’re like… okay with me looking at them, that’d be neat. But it’s a privacy thing so I wouldn’t look if you didn’t want me to.”

“Or he would try not to,” Coomer added, lifting a hand. “Curiosity is a powerful beast and whoever finds your records will have to look a little bit no matter what to make sure we have the right files and that we have all of them. It would be easy to accidentally look a little more than is necessary to sate it.”

“Uh… yeah, that. So I guess it’s still a risk no matter what. But better any of us look a bit too much on accident than Breen trying to get you back into custody or something. … Would he even be able to do that? Like you can phase through stuff, right? So you should be uncontainable unless there’s a material you can’t phase through or a way disable that power or… just your powers in general.”

“They could contain me before, maybe they have the stuff still, I don’t know.” And Benrey wasn’t going to tell him how because the less people who knew, the better. Being locked up was lame and boring beyond anything else in existence except for maybe watching paint dry.

“All right, we should definitely do something about that then… unless I guess, you don’t want us to for some reason. Which I don’t know why you wouldn’t but what do I know?”

“Nah, get rid of them. Or uh… actually, I want them. Yeah, find them and give them to me.” If they had to be found anyway, Benrey might as well get an answer to the question of if he had a true form and what it was if so. And then he could tell Gordon if he was an alien or made in the lab from alien stuff so Gordon could finally stop being sad for him.

“We’ll need information from you then,” Coomer said, “if your information is already in the lab we need to look through it to find it and thus, we need to know what to look for. We might also need to know where to go if we do end up needing to go back to the old facility to obtain them.”

Damn. But if Benrey wanted his best shot at obtaining those files than at least some of his mysterious backstory would end up being revealed to them no matter what. Unless he decided to look all by himself. But if his stuff was amongst the information already being moved to the new place, he might be caught and then if Breen or someone else recognized him, they wouldn’t just be reminded that he was out and about but know exactly where he was. Which would potentially be very annoying, he’d rather not deal with that. So probably it was worth it. And well, it’s not like he had anything better to do. Participating in a heist with his pals to steal some top secret scientific records sounded like fun.

He pushed off the wall and walked the rest of the way into the kitchen, pulling out the one remaining chair to join them sitting at the table. “Uh… Benrey’s the name I chose for myself. They called me, um… Subject X, just X for short. The files are titled like that or at least some of them are anyway. I never looked at all of them.” Only now did the idea seem at all appealing. Gordon’s fault because he was a dumbass who cared so much about things that didn’t matter to the point it was rubbing off on Benrey.

“Damn,” Coomer said, “Gordon you’re right, he is quite tragic. Even Bubby got a name even if it was based off his serial code. Benrey just had a letter.”

“It’s not tragic. Just boring and uncreative ‘cause uh… they were boring and uncreative. And I’m not human anyway so maybe a single letter would’ve been fine. I’m not lame and boring though so I named myself.”

The look Gordon gave him, very similar to the look he’d given him earlier after he’d shared his earliest memory, said he disagreed and found it tragic as well. Humans were so sensitive about things sometimes, it was annoying. Some things were just the way they were without it being worthy of dwelling on enough to elicit an emotional reaction.

Thankfully Gordon didn’t make any move to say anything dumb this time. Though he did reach out to lightly touch Benrey’s hand where he had it resting on the table in front of him. Benrey let him because why not? If trying to comfort him made Gordon feel better then he’d put up with it. But if they were touching hands anyway… Benrey lifted his and pushed his into Gordon’s, entwining their fingers together. Gordon flinched and gently tried to retreat but Benrey didn’t let him. He’d started it so if he wanted to pull away, he had to put real effort into it.

“Anyway,” Benrey continued, leaning a bit more onto the table but not changing his tone to hopefully make it even more awkward, “choosing my own name’s better. Every time someone at the lab did a name change ‘cause they didn’t like their first it was like… a big deal. Everyone talked ‘bout it and some people didn’t like it and always had to say so. A bunch of dumb nonsense, easier to just chose a name I like from the start, right?”

“I guess uh… I can’t argue with that.” Gordon had apparently accepted his fate was holding Benrey’s hand now as he made no more moves to try to free himself, instead staring down at center of the table. “It uh… would’ve indeed been been easier to just pick my own name from the start, I guess. But uh…”

Coomer cut in as Gordon trailed off. “What part of the Black Mesa facility did your handlers work in?”

“If you go, I’m going with you.” It’d be more fun that way. “So I’ll lead the way.”

If Coomer noticed or felt any certain way about Gordon and Benrey holding hands on the table he didn’t show it as he replied. “Fair enough. We will also probably want to inform Bubby, Tommy and perhaps Darnold of this plan. Especially if we do have to sort through all the data we already have. I’m sure having their assistance with that will be quite helpful.”

Damn. If Benrey was going to reveal his letter thingy to everyone he’d have preferred to just do it all at once instead of having to bring it up multiple times. Too late now though. “Tell them in the group text thingy.”

“Shouldn’t you tell them?” Gordon asked as Coomer was already pulling out his phone.

“Nah, Coomer types faster.” He didn’t want to deal with their possible reactions in case they also thought it was tragic or whatever.

“No worries, I will convey all the relevant information.”

After wishing Coomer a farewell, Gordon closed the front door and turned back to Benrey. “Also, I uh… apologize if I upset you earlier.”

Damn, just when Benrey thought the talking was done and they could play some games instead. “Nah, wasn’t upset just… surprised. Never considered I might have a true form or whatever.” He’d also never considered possibly have a family too.

“Well, sorry for springing that idea on you. But… you okay?”

Benrey turned the TV and opened the Game Cube before answering. “Why wouldn’t I be? What you wanna play?” There was no way he was going to let Gordon’s first day off work go by without pulling him into a longer than normal gaming session.

“Whatever you’re in the mood for is fine with me. But um… I was just thinking, a lot of heavy conversation happened about you today and you revealed some… stuff. So I just wanted to check in or whatever, make sure you’re doing okay.”

Benrey stared at the games lined up like books next to the TV stand before pulling out Mario Party 5. They could set the turn order really high and play until one of them won or went insane. After popping it in, he looked back up at Gordon. “Don’t worry ‘bout me.”

Gordon sighed as he moved over the couch, accepting the controller Benrey handed to him. “Kinda hard not to, dude.”

“I’m not human.” Benrey sat next to him. “That stuff doesn’t affect me the way it would you.” Even if he was a ‘social animal that was emotionally abused’ and had been sad about it once upon a time, it was over now so he was good to go. Gordon didn’t need to bring it up or feel bad about it.

“Maybe that’s true, I don’t know enough to say but… I have trouble believing that you’re entirely indifferent to it. Otherwise it wouldn’t take so much to get you to share.”

“Not fair, I shared a lot today.”

“Yeah, after weeks of barely sharing anything about yourself, you share a grand total of like two solid things and that’s considered a lot. And both of them are sad and fucked up as fuck. But that’s besides the point. What I want to say is I’m not good at this shit, being comforting or whatever, but if you ever do want to talk about it, I can listen. Heck, if you don’t want me to say anything or even try to offer any kind of comfort, that’s fine, just you know, if you ever need to talk to someone about it… It’s not like you can go to a therapist and hoped to be believed. So… yeah, I’m here for you or whatever.”

“Fine, if I ever need a shoulder to cry on, I’ll pick yours, ‘kay?” Assuming he could cry anyway because now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he could. Vaguely he remembered maybe crying in the past when he was young but such memories weren’t the type he had any desire to poke at. “Now can we stop being emotional and play some damn video games?”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore either.”

Despite it not being his turn, Benrey picked Luigi before Gordon could. That’s what Gordon got for feeling bad for Benrey when Benrey hadn’t asked him to care that much and for being the one to bring up all the stuff he was feeling bad for Benrey over. It’d be easier for both of them if he just didn’t try to ask about anything he knew would have an answer he would find tragic.

Gordon held Benrey like a almost like a pillow; arms wrapped around him, head resting on his chest. Whether he knew knew Benrey had shifted to make himself more comfortable for him – less dense and thus less heavy where he lay on Gordon’s arm and a little bit softer – was hard to tell. The main benefit of the position was it left Benrey’s hands free to play the Game Boy, or for now, to run his fingers through Gordon’s hair, straightening it out after being pulled up in a pony tail all day.

“You should let your hair down sometime.” It would probably look nice with the waviness it had going on.

Gordon let out a small groan. “It’d get my face all the time if I did.” As if it didn’t escape and end up in his face halfway through the day anyway. Though that did largely have to do with his inability to make the ponytail particularly tight using only one hand. Perhaps Benrey should start offering to do that for him. Tommy brushed Sunkist’s fur fairly frequently after all so Benrey should perhaps do the same with his pet. Or alternatively if Gordon found it annoying…

“You could cut it?”

“I like the way it looks long even if it is kinda a pain. … Or maybe I should cut it, it’d be easier.”

“Hmm… I like the way it looks long too.” Honestly, Benrey could imagine him without long hair, it just wouldn’t feel right.

Gordon hummed an acknowledgment but otherwise didn’t respond. Even now that this had become set in routine, they didn’t talk much while cuddling. The goal was Gordon sleeping after all. But also, limiting their conversation options somewhat, talking about it was still a thing neither of them did by unspoken agreement lest they made it awkward again.

Because they never talked about it, making it possible to pretend it didn’t happen, Benrey letting himself purr to help Gordon fall asleep had become easier over time. Tonight though… something was different. Gordon was still delightfully warm and soft, so much contact with him a pleasant ‘a lot’. But Benrey couldn’t relax into it as much he normally did no matter how long he lay here, stroking Gordon’s hair.

Emotions were dumb and stupid, thinking about them even more so. But the looks Gordon had given him after sharing his earliest memory and assigned letter had haunted him off and on all day. Now lying in the quiet dark, in his arms, it was a bit harder to push such thoughts out his mind. … Gordon feeling bad for him had rubbed off into Benrey feeling bad too. Not for himself though, for sure, he couldn’t be permanently hurt after all, especially not by people he’d never liked, he just… felt bad for making Gordon sad. Yeah, that was it. His status as an experiment in Black Mesa wasn’t worth thinking about due to it being boring, not because it was tragic or whatever. That’s why he never shared much about it and now that he had, he wasn’t sad because he’d been thinking about it when he normally didn’t but instead because he’d made his pet, Gordon upset.

Alas, figuring out the unfamiliar emotion roiling inside him didn’t make it go away. If anything it made it worse, filling him with an odd uncomfortable energy that made it hard to keep still and quiet. Gordon wasn’t asleep yet though; by now he was well versed in the way Gordon’s breathing deepened and slowed as he drifted off. Purring always did seem to make him fall asleep faster but Benrey didn’t seem able to muster one right now. Ugh! It was all Gordon’s fault for being sad about things he didn’t need to be sad about. As frustrating as that was though, Benrey couldn’t just leave him to fend for his own sleep. Sometimes he had nightmares even when Benrey held him. Blue sweet voice fixed it, though going to that length always woke him, but it was still clearly a problem for him that wasn’t going away any time soon.

And so because he couldn’t move but had to do something… “Remember earlier when uh… you said I could talk to you ‘bout stuff?”

Gordon shifted, tilting his head and pulling away enough to look at him properly even though in the dark without his glasses he couldn’t see, right? So why move? “Yeah. Got uh… something you wanna talk about?”

“Nah, just um… you too. Anything you wanna talk ‘bout, spill your trauma and all that, I’ll listen.” He’d thought about saying so not long after Gordon had made his offer to do the same but hadn’t wanted to bring the chatter back around to stuff like that when they’d finally escaped it. Here though, it wasn’t so bad.

“Oh, okay, thanks. I’m good though so I don’t need to...”

Benrey cut him off with a scoff. “Yeah ‘cause I help you fall asleep every night ‘cause you just like cuddling me that much, huh?” Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up but how else was he supposed to respond to Gordon trying to claim to be okay? Benrey might not know much about trauma, the causes or the ways it showed up in humans, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. The nightmares leading to this arrangement they’d made weren’t normal; Gordon wasn’t okay. Maybe that’s why he was so worried about Benrey, he was projecting and by worrying about Benrey’s perceived problems, he could more easily avoid his own.

“I uh… guess you have a point.”

“Yeah, I do so get back here.”

With a sigh, Gordon obeyed, snuggling into Benrey once more, holding him a bit tighter. “I’m just… being pathetic. I survived, right? So it should be fine now but… it’s not. My hand’s still gone and… and I can still remember what all the dead things smelled and looked like. And there was a bit there when I was sure I was going to die alone and no one would care or even know. Everyone left me to die alone and I… I’m sorry, I’m being weird.”

“Nah, dude, I just said you could talk me to so it’s fine.” Benrey returned to petting Gordon’s hair, his other arm holding him around the shoulders. “Some of that’s my fault… sorry.” In his defense, he hadn’t known how big a deal it was at the time. Hadn’t known Gordon’s hand wouldn’t grow back. His belief that the outcome wouldn’t be nearly as bad as it had turned out didn’t make said outcome any better though.

“Hmm… guess I should maybe still be mad. But I just… this is nice, helps a lot. Thank you for… this and stuff.”

“You’re welcome.” Benrey was a good pet owner. Even if he’d played a part in causing what was wrong, he was doing his best to make it better. That had to make up for some of it at least, right?

Gordon chuckled slightly as he loosened his tight hold a little, adjusting himself slightly but making no move to pull away again. “Gosh, it’s interesting how knowing each other better makes so much difference, huh?”

A lot had changed between them at the same time so many other things had changed for Benrey too. All of it for the better, more than he deserved probably. … “Sorry ‘bout the hand in particular.”

“I uh… guess I forgive you. You didn’t know. Intentions aren’t everything but they matter. And uh… honestly, an apology’s more than I got from the others so… thanks for that too.”

Benrey wasn’t sure how to respond so he just kept stroking his fingers through Gordon’s hair because petting was supposed to be soothing, right? It’s what Tommy did for Sunkist whenever she got antsy about something. Seemingly it worked here too because even though Benrey continued to be unable to muster a purr for him, Gordon did eventually drift off. Benrey could gently free himself and get up now or just reach for the Game Boy but… it had been a few days since he’d last slept and today in particular had felt quite long so a nap or even sleeping through the night wouldn’t hurt. Waking up with Gordon in the morning was kind of nice.

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About Jesters and Puppets

Date: October 11th, 2131

Jevil. Once the court jester to the four kings of Card Kingdom, complimenting and partnering the court Magician, Seam. Were the two friends? Seam at least can't really say, but Jevil was the only one to match the old cat in games they used to play.

It seems like, for as far as anyone could really tell, Jevil used to be rather normal. He was silly, liked and was good with kids, and had a small penchant for pranks. Yet overall, the jester was sane and what you'd expect from someone whose job was to entertain and make people laugh.

That was until, at least, they encountered a "strange someone". A certain "strange someone" whom Kris says both Spamton and the other "secret bosses" have come across too. A "strange someone" who sends chills up my spine anytime I think about them and what they must be like to drive these Darkners to insanity.

After Jevil met the "strange someone", he began to change. Saying things "both bizarre yet bizarrely profound. Things that didn't completely make sense, yet didn't completely not make sense, either" They began to se the world as a game and everyone in it as its participants. Eventually leading to Seam having to lock him away...

Thinking back on it a few hours later, its kind of tragic. Not in the same way Spamton's story is (which I'll get to in a minute) but still sad. Like, you met someone whom I can only presume shows you or tells you something incomprehensible and unimaginable and changes your entire world view, seeing that you and your world are nothing but a game, and when you try and show our tell others, you end up imprisoned by the only person who you might've called a friend? Like, I get it was necessary since they were likely hurting people based on the analogy Kris gave CK when he asked about why Jevil was locked away if he only saw everything as a game, but still that's gotta suck. No wonder Jevil's crazy.

Anyways, after we finished talking to Seam and CK ran off to try and explain to Jevil how killing was bad since people can't respawn and Kris ran after him, I thanked Seam for their time and asked if there was anyone I could talk to to learn about Spamton. They pointed me in the direction of the Café, which is where we headed next.

At the Cafe, CK and I talked to a Darkner named Swatch while Kris checked on Spamton and Jevil after I heard a loud crashing sound and got worried. Apparently Spamton was trying to listen into the conversation and ended up falling off a dumpster... He said this isn't the first time this has happened and he's been through worse injuries, which worries me, but not quite as much as the rest of the stuff I've learned about Spamton today has.

Swatch used to be the head butler of Queen, the former ruler of the Cyber World, which was the 2nd Dark World Kris and their friends visited and the Dark World Spamton comes from. They could only tell me about what Spamton was like when it lived in the Mansion, as it didn't talk much about its life before that. (Knowing what I know now, hours later, I don't blame Spamton for not talking much about it. Part of me thinks I would've done the same.) Regardless, any information was helpful.

Spamton used to be an advertising Darkner called an Addison, and how it got to living in the Mansion was due to becoming incredibly successful and good at its job to the point of being recognized by Queen. I later learned through talking to some other Addisons, that Spamton didn't achieve such success on his own, and had help from some... mysterious caller. Likely the same "strange someone" that Jevil met. One day though, the mystery caller stopped calling and Spamton's sales plummeted. Eventually leading to Spamton getting evicted from the Mansion.

Another thing Swarch mentioned was a robot Spamton was obsessed with. Both before and after the eviction. A dream created by a Lightner, which Swatch helped create, before it seemingly went no where and they had to put it in the basement. Swatch even mocked up a sketch for CK and I, since we thought it might've been an early idea for my Dadaton's body, but the sketch didn't quite look like his EX form were familiar with. (Perhaps a form neither of us have seen before? I swear I've heard him talking to Alphys about a "NEO" form before but I've never seen it...) At some point, Spamton did get his hands on the robot. But then Kris and their friends defeated it and Spamton became their ally, like Jevil and later the other "secret bosses".

By this point in Swatch's telling of events, the commotion from outside was getting intense so I thanked Swatch for their time and CK and I rushed to the alleyway where Kris was trying to wrangle Spamton and Jevil under control. I also ended up breaking down because I felt guilty for lying to Spamton about what I was doing (you know, trying to learn about his past behind his back. I mean like, seemed clear HE wasn't gonna tell me! Still like... maybe I should've had a better respect for Spamton's privacy...) Anyways, after that Kris lead our little party to a street of shops to talk to some Addisons.

Also, side note, I think some time between the eviction and Spamton ending up on the streets, it might've been burned/shrunk by an acid river? The askers have brought it up a lot and I can't tell if Spamton's random shouting about it burning refers to being blinded in some way (he seemed to have no problem just staring directly at the sun...) or to the acid. Either way, I'm very concerned. Also, another side note, Spamton didn't used to be a puppet. The Addisons are all very colorful and glowy and might still have the same permanent smile as Spam, but Spamton didn't used to have to segmented joints or ventriloquist jaw he does now. Nor did it used to be quite as short. Kris theorizes that the acid could've shrunk him a bit, and maybe pushed the puppetification to the end, but that the puppetification started before that. And like... can I just say how absolutely horrifying that sounds!? I was BORN a puppet (Puppet monster technically, I'm not actually a- nevermind) and even still the idea of slowly becoming a puppet, seeing your body change and feeling your free will be stripped away as someone tugs at your strings? That's scary!! That's absolutely horrifying! Dear god, I feel even worse for Spamton now!

I- anyways. We went to talk to the Addisons. There were 4 of them, a blue one like the one we saw earlier by the mannequin, a yellow one, an orange one and a pink one. I never actually got their names but I think the yellow one was named Flash and the pink one was named Click? (Don't think the orange or blue ones had name drops during the duration of the conversation...) My conversation with them was like, incredibly awkward. At the start of it I panicked and just gave them pretty much the rest of the Dark Dollars I had on me? I... I'm still embarrassed by that. It just felt so... nerve wrecking with their smiles and how they all stared at me!! It felt like any time Taffy or the HotSpots want me to give a pitch at the weekly influencer meetings I hate but am too afraid to tell them I don't want to go to anymore! (Good gosh I really really REALLY hope none of them find this blog...)

Anyways, after that and then trying to beat around the bush a bit since Swatch was already reluctant to talk about Spamton (these 4 seemed even more reluctant plus there was so much tension and drama), the cat got out of the bag when CK finally blurted out Spamton's name. Being confused with how we all seemed to be avoiding it before stating we were all being weird and going to hang out with Jevil until we were done talking. After that, we seemed to finally make some headway in talking about Spamton.

Prior to its time at the Mansion, Spamton was just like the rest of the Addisons, if maybe a bit unlucky. He never seemed to be able to get clicks or attention from the Lightners and wasn't all that good at his job. (Gyeh heh. I can relate to not being good at advertising despite everyone around you doing it and expecting you to as well...) Even still, Spamton was optimistic. Often saying that its big break was right around the corner and for everyone to just wait and see because one day Spamton G. Spamton was gonna make it big! One day he was gonna be a Big Shot!

Until eventually one day, Spamton made the right call and found someone. Or maybe someone found him. Either way, Spamton suddenly got really good at its job and according to the Addisons, it felt like it was on the phone all the time. Eventually Spamton got recognized by Queen and was invited to live in the Mansion and... that's when some sort of disagreement broke out. The Addisons felt Spamton didn't need them anymore since he'd made it so big, and Spamton thought they were just jealous. They all stopped talking for... well pretty much since even now.

Even still, some of them tried to visit on the day Spamton was to be evicted. They still had to care somewhat. But, according to the blue one, Spamton wasn't there. The only thing in its trashed room was a phone hanging off the receiver. On the other end, nothing but garbage noise... After that, none of them heard anything from or about Spamton until after Kris and their friends defeated him back in Cyber World. ... They just... abandoned it. Forgot about him and tried to move on with their lives like nothing happened. ... Disgusting.

I... I know its not entirely their fault. Kris mentioned that Spamton or maybe Spamton's mystery caller pushed it to cut them off too but... Spamton was their friend. He'd just been evicted, plus likely dunked in acid and kicked out to the streets. The only one to try looking for it was Flash! And even then he still spent god knows how long living on the streets, both in Cyber World AND Castle Town!! Like... if I ever got into any sort of fight like that with Taffy or Blane or Blaze or Neil and we broke up, I don't... I don't know how I'd feel then. Upset? Bitter? Angry? Probably... If they abandoned me in my greatest time of need? ... I think I'd be devastated...

I thanked the Addisons for their time, nearly paying them a second time. Before I managed to completely walk away, Click stopped me and asked if I could tell Spamton that they're all sorry. He hesitated a bit after almost saying I before correcting to we.

... I promised I'd have Spamton come talk to them with its ready.

When I saw Spamton again, I gave him a hug.

Felt like he could use one.

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Whatever You Can

Opie Winston & Sister!OFC (Veronica Winston)

For Day 8 of @whumpril 's 2023 Challenge: comfort food

Warnings: 18+, angst, grief, alcohol

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I know I write a lot of sibling dynamics when it comes to my OCs. And I love them all and no one can stop me from writing them and making more 😂 But there is just something sooooo specifically tragic about V and Opie that I love so much. I feel like I've put so much of me into her character in the pieces I've written for her and she has such a heavy heart but a good heart. I love her. Also, its a completely separate fic from this one, but I picture this taking place in the same universe as This Fic if you're interested in more angst lmao

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Opie saw his sister’s motorcycle parked in the driveway before he even pulled in. Over the years, he’d grown to be able to spot the sleek white bike from yards and yards away. He was trying to take a deep breath as he cruised his own bike in to park next to hers. Given the circumstances and the state of everything, it was perfectly reasonable that she would be at his house. And yet, he had still been thinking, almost hoping that he was going to come home to more emptiness.

Cutting the engine on his bike, he swung his leg over and started to make his way towards the front door, removing his helmet as he went. It was hanging limply from one hand as he reached forward with the other to pull the front door open. He allowed himself a moment of hesitation, like he was really going to turn and walk away from his own house, before finally closing his hand around the doorknob and pulling it open.

When he stepped inside, everything was quiet. He couldn’t hear the kids, not even distantly like they were in the backyard. The television was off, no radio playing music throughout the house. It was nearly silent. Silence was what he expected when he was home, especially over the last few days. But Veronica always brought some kind of noise with her. She always either had a movie playing on the television, or made sure that the radio was on. If a place was silent while she was in it, she must’ve really been feeling the full weight of all that had happened. No one would be able to blame her for that at this point.

Opie kicked off his boots at the door, discarding his helmet there as well. In the back of his mind, he knew that he should call out to her, announce himself somehow to let her know that it was him and not someone else, but he just couldn’t seem to force any words out. He padded through the house, quiet to an impressive degree for someone his size, for someone who had so much weight currently resting on their shoulders.

Once he got closer to the kitchen, he could start to hear a little bit of noise. It wasn’t ruckus, but he knew that she must’ve been getting up to something in his kitchen while he was gone. She had always been one to try and stay busy, but there was no way that she was going to allow herself to have any kind of downtime at this point.

She heard the creaking of the floorboards beneath his feet, and greeted him without turning around to face him. “Hey.”

If he hadn’t already been concerned about her for the myriad of other reasons the universe gave him at the moment, Opie’s worry meter would’ve spiked the second that she didn’t look at him when she said hello. He stepped in closer to her, standing right behind her and towering over her the way he did everyone in their family except for his father.

“What’re you doing here, V?” he asked, skipping over the pleasantries entirely. He didn’t have the energy to even try and pretend, especially not with her.

“What does it look like?” she retorted, still not turning around.

Reaching forward, he gently rested his hand on her shoulder. “Look at me.”

She froze for a moment, not turning around, not continuing to fuss with the pans that she had situated on the stove. Opie couldn’t see her face but he could imagine that she was trying to get herself together a little bit. She sniffled and shook her head at herself before finally turning around, causing Opie’s hand to slip from her shoulder.

Opie’s heart had been in a constant state of crushed ever since he had seen Donna’s body laid out on the blacktop a few days before. But the look on his sister’s face as she stared up at him was like another punch in the gut that he didn’t need, one that he hadn’t been ready for. Her lips were turned down in their usual sad frown, her brown eyes heavy with sadness, red and glassy from tears both shed and unshed.

Veronica knew better than to think that Opie was going to start some big, deep conversation about everything that had been going on. She knew that he wasn’t going to want to talk about the funeral, or Donna in general, or the club. If there was one thing in the world she knew about, it was her brother, and that’s why she didn’t wait for him to ask questions before giving the answers to them.

“Mary, uh,” she reached and wiped at the edges of her eyes, like that would stop new tears from appearing, “had to run a couple errands. So I told her to take the kids with her and I would get dinner situated while they were out.”

“I coulda made dinner,” Opie countered.

She shook her head. “You wouldn’t have, though.” Her voice didn’t have any malice to it—she was simply stating a fact.

“V…”

“It’s fine,” she followed up, her voice soft. “You know me—I just, I need to be doing something useful.”

Opie knew that it would’ve been the perfect moment to thank her for helping so much with the kids over the last few days while everything had been hitting the fan, but the words died on his tongue. Instead, he nodded to the stove behind her and asked, “What’re you making?”

“Mac and cheese.” She saw the look of confusion on his face and rolled her eyes, a smile almost starting to tug at her lips. “From scratch. All your boxes of Kraft are still in the pantry.”

“You could’ve used them.”

“I know. I just,” she shrugged helplessly as she looked back at the stove, “comfort food, you know? Figured it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Need help?” he asked, knowing full-well that she had it completely under control.

“No. I got it.” She saw him about to take a step back, most likely to head off and lock himself in his room at least until their mother and his kids got back, if not longer. She spoke up before he could step too far. “Could use some company, though.” She paused for a beat when she saw his hesitation. “Please.” She let out a sad laugh. “The only adult I’ve been able to talk to in the last forty-eight hours has been Mary.”

His facial expression didn’t change much, but her remark got a bit of an amused huff out of Opie, a sharp exhale through his nose as he shook his head and went towards the fridge to grab a beer for himself. “Sounds rough.”

Veronica just gave what she could of a smile as she nodded and turned back to the pan on the stove that she had been preparing to put in the oven. Opie leaned back against the counter a few feet away from her, silently watching as she got everything ready. It wasn’t until that moment that Opie realized that everyone had been checking in on him, because of course they would, even if he didn’t want them to. But apparently no one had been going through the trouble of tracking down his sister. He’d never admit to it out loud but he knew that that was the price she paid for being the one of the two of them who knew how to keep it together and take care of everyone during a crisis—no one was offering to help take care of her.

“Kids were okay at your place?” he asked.

She nodded as she pulled the oven door open. “As okay as they can be. I’m not sure, you know, how much all of it has really sunk in yet.” She set the pan in and shut the door. “I’m sure it’ll come in waves for a while.”

“Right.”

She set the timer on the oven before following Opie’s lead and getting herself a beer from the fridge. She hadn’t been drinking at all, despite the fact that she had definitely been wanting to, because her niece and nephew had been staying at her place. She popped the top of the bottle and brought it to her lips, not getting nearly as much relief or satisfaction out of the first sip as she had been hoping for. It was a lot to ask of one beer.

She leaned so that one of her shoulders was resting against the closed door of the fridge. She was facing Opie as he leaned back against his counter. She stared at him while he stared at the floor. Opie wanted nothing more than to go and lock himself in his room, sit on the floor because he still hadn’t been able to bring himself to sleep on the bed. But Veronica never asked him for anything. If him standing there silently was something that he could give her, something that she wanted, it was the least he could do after everything.

He had no idea how long the two of them stood there silently like that. He couldn’t bring himself to look over at her, to see the sadness on her face that he couldn’t do anything about. He couldn’t bring himself to confront his own feelings about it all let alone someone else’s.

Even though he wasn’t saying anything, Veronica could feel the tension and restraint rolling off of him like waves at high tide. It felt like if he was going to drown underneath it all, he wasn’t going to be going down alone.

“Ope?” his name came out cracked with emotion, but still a soft whisper.

It got him to finally look over at her. His frown deepened when he saw the tears on her cheeks. “Yea?”

Setting her beer bottle on the counter, the glass bottom clattering louder than it needed to, she stepped in and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He hesitated for a moment, his intense desire to be alone, to withdraw into himself, battling it out with logically knowing that he needed to be there for his sister. Finally, he got his arms to cooperate as he draped them over her shoulders and hugged her back. He could feel her tears soaking through the fabric that covered his chest—it was the realest thing that he’d felt in days.

Sniffling, she turned so that her cheek was resting against his chest rather than her forehead. Blinking a few more times, inadvertently causing a few more tears to fall, she forced out, “We can’t lose you too.”

He wished that he had something profound or at least comforting to say in response to that, but he didn’t. Even if he tried to string something together, Veronica had never been one to fall for his lies. She might not call him out on them, but she never believed them. There was no use in trying to spoon feed her platitudes now.

Minutes ticked by filled with more silence. Veronica peeled herself away from Opie, wiping fresh tears from her face as she did. She found herself leaning right next to him, the outside of her arm brushing against the outside of his. Grabbing her beer bottle, she took a long drink out of it before letting it dangle from her hand in front of her.

Finally, she said, “I don’t know what you’re planning on doing, but you can’t do it all on your own.”

He shook his head. “I’m not planning on anything.”

She waited for him to finally give her a small glance. Her voice came out with more certainty than it had for their entire conversation. “You can’t make your kids lose the only parent they have left in the process of getting even.”

“Getting ev—”

“Don’t,” she cut him off, her voice quieting again. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Opie.” She paused and when he gave a nod of assent, she went on, “Whatever the details of this shake out to be, I know someone is going to pay for it. And, and they fucking should. But not if it kills you in the process. Not if it puts you back inside. Your kids don’t deserve that.”

“Nothing’s happening, V.”

“Not yet. But it will. So just, please, okay?”

Even if Opie had wanted to say something in response to that, the timer going off would’ve put a stop to it. Turning around, he reached and shut it off, the lack of beeping sending the house back into silence. Rather than addressing anything that his sister had just said to him, he said, “Come on, dinner’s ready. Mary will be back with the kids soon.”

Letting out a deep sigh, Veronica knew and tried to accept the fact that it was all that she was going to get from Opie for the night. Grabbing the oven mitts, she nodded towards the upper cabinets as a signal to Opie to open them. “Grab the plates for me, then.”

The two of them moved around each other with the ease of two people who spent more time together than not. It’d been a long time since they lived under the same roof, but some muscle memory never went away. Opie watched as his sister used her foot to lift the oven door closed while she held the pan in her hands, the sadness on her face giving way to focus for just a brief second. And in the moment, as fleeting as it was, they were just a brother and sister getting dinner ready for their family. No tragic backstory to be found.

The sound of Mary's car in the driveway brought them back to reality. Veronica looked over at him as he went through the motions of getting glasses and silverware out.

“You promise?” she asked, not elaborating because she knew that she didn’t have to.

He couldn’t lie to her. So, he promised what little he could as the front door opened. “I’ll do what I can."

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What would Billy Loomis's reaction be if after a while, you finally find out he's the killer? (English version)

Remember that this is translated in "Google translate" so there are probably several errors, I apologize for this

Warnings: none, nothing strong

You were at school quickly gathering your things to put them back in your backpack. A few seconds ago someone's voice was heard through the speakers around the place, warning that something had happened in the facilities. Apparently, one of the students had been attacked, so they chose to end the school day for that day thanks to that tragic event.

The nerves of the moment play a trick on you causing one of your notebooks to fall to the ground, being quickly picked up by Stu.

"Have you seen Billy?"

You shook your head and then left the room being accompanied by that boy. On the way out they met the rest of their group of friends, however, Bill was still missing. Your imagination began to fly landing in tragic scenarios, while the rest chattered among themselves.

"Were you looking for me?" You breathed a sigh of relief as soon as your eyes met Billy's, who was smiling at your reaction.

"Are you okay?" he answered with a sure yes to your question, even so, his answer did not completely convince you, since his hands were slightly injured.

"Oh, you mean by my hands?" you nod "well, you have nothing to worry about, it was a small accident"

You decided to ignore that and ended up together at his house while watching some movies, although instead of watching them, they spent the whole time talking about what happened at their school. They ate some popcorn and drank a few cans of soda, until they began to hear their phone ringing from the kitchen.

“I must have forgotten it there when I went for the popcorn. I'll be back in a moment"

You nodded and took advantage of the moment to go to the bathroom, but not before pausing the movie. You quietly went in to relieve yourself, but you stopped as soon as you saw Billy's backpack lying on the floor, would it be wrong to snoop through his stuff a bit? Maybe yes, but your curiosity to know what was inside that thing, increased when you remembered the fact that Bill had been preventing you from opening his bag at all costs or simply wouldn't let you even grab it. You opened the backpack and quickly began to take out all its contents.

The first thing you saw there were normal things or so you thought, because when you took in your hands what at first glance seemed to be a black coat, you could realize that it was a kind of long costume that in addition to having a mask wrapped in him, his cloth lay stained with what appeared to be blood.

Even after seeing that and staining your hands a little, you decided to continue rummaging through those objects, but you stopped immediately as soon as you saw the shine of a knife inside the backpack. You took it in your hands realizing that said artifact was also covered in blood, which made you get up immediately while you dropped that sharp knife to the ground causing a relatively loud sound.

"Huh, everything okay in there?" His voice scared you even more, causing you to be unable to respond and start to put things away desperately.

"I asked you a question. If you don't answer, I'll have to open the door myself."

You kept silent again and with the little courage you had left, you managed to see the small window that was in the place. You didn't know if it was going to be possible to get out there, but you better try.

"Shit, open the damn door!"

His reaction was to start banging on the door again and again, causing loud crashes that only scared you even more. Your face was now covered in tears, but regardless, you kept trying to open the window.

"You asked for it"

His words came out at the same time you managed to open the window. Then you started trying to get through there, but the whole bathroom was pierced by a rumble a thousand times louder than the banging. Billy had managed to open the door.

"Where do you think you are going?"

Your body was pulled by his arms causing you to immediately start kicking and screaming for help.

“Shh, honey, I'm going to be really mad if anyone manages to hear you. You better calm down"

"You and I have many things to talk about, but for now, get used to the idea that you will not be able to escape from me no matter how hard you try"

#slasher x reader #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #billy loomis #michael myers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #jason vorhees

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hello author, I'm very sorry if the question is a bit heavy or strange but this is something that I can't get out of my mind for about three weeks

in an alternate Au MC contracts a terminal illness that is not known how to cure or there is not much information about it.

this would happen before James abdicated I had the doubt if James would do it even knowing that his twin would not live many years or he would take the throne,how do the queen and the Other RO's react to the disease that seems MC?I also have another doubt about how F would react when he comes back and knows about the MC thing

I imagine an MC in a bed while the royal family doctor does a treatment to relieve the suffocating and stabbing pain in the MC's body who while holding the hand of a James worried and dismayed seeing his twin suffer from this disease, when the treatment ends and he manages to relieve MC's pain a little, James wipes his twin's tears and proceeds to join his forehead with his brother's saying that already that soon he will feel better trying not to cry too, here James tries desperately in striving to be strong and cope with this not because of pride or something like that for him but because of his brother who needs him in these difficult and overwhelming moments. or another where MC is in an old wheelchair being pushed by Ana taking a walk through the royal gardens and being accompanied by a Constantine

I'm very sorry author if the text is too heavy and boring I can't deny that I love overwhelming and tragic scenarios I hope I'm not too annoying for you and it's the second time I gather the courage to write in an app

P. D I love the characters, the way of narrating each scenario, the character, the emotions and feelings that are reflected in each chapter included in all of the above that I have said and how the story develops as the choices we make. I look forward to the new updates you upload and take your time there is no rush!!💖 . OH yes!! I forgot the above about James, MC and Ana and Constantino, that's what didn't let me in peace and sleep well so I thought I'd ask you since you are the creator and author of this magnificent creation

thank you for coming this far and be patient with me if you read this😖🥰☺️ I hope that everything I wrote is understood since I don't speak English use the Google translator since I finished correcting and shortening many words uff I hope everything is understood😖 it took me about 3 or 2 hours

Wow, I may have cried a few happy tears from your very sweet and kind message!! I feel bad that you spent so long working on this! But it was very interesting to read and I'm so glad that you did share it because I loved reading it. I hope you will gather the courage to share more <3

It was not boring or too heavy at all - amazing, just like you dear anon <3 I feel so inspired and honored that you were thinking about my game, its characters, and world this deeply.

Notes on James and F:

It's difficult for me to answer about whether James would abdicate or not. If the King had not died, he would not have abdicated. But that did happen. However, despite his reasons in the game world for doing so, I do not think he would in this alternate universe. He would not want to put more on his sibling when they are already suffering.

F would experience a heartbreak like none other when they came back to discover MC has a terminal illness. They would be in denial and search every book for answers, constantly giving the doctor new ideas or theories. They would do this until MC takes their last breath and then it would hit them.

As for ROs actual reactions + Vivian:

Constantine: He would struggle to find his words. You've left him speechless more times than he can count. But this...this is different. This is a moment where he feels frozen in time. His throat constricts thinking that one day soon he will never hear your voice again, or see your smile. He'll stay by your side until the very end. Every moment, both the good and the bad - he will ensure you are not alone through this. He is yours.

Felix: Felix couldn't comprehend the news at first. You're dying. And there's no way to save you. But how can that be? You are the light in what was a worthless world for him. You showed him how to live, how to live for himself. And for you. He has never been much of a praying man but he's in the temple day and night, whenever he's not by your side. Because he knows the comfort you bring him is fading with your life. But he also knows he must prepare for a world without you. And he is once again, lost.

Margaret: The twinkle in your eyes is gone and along with it, the twinkle of the stars. Because you are magnificent and brilliant and divine. And she can feel you slipping away from her. Margaret is angry. An anger that cannot be spoken through words. Or thoughts. Or even actions. An anger that just wraps itself around your bones and lingers. She doesn't know how to feel anything but discontent.

F: The news crushes them. They were already regretful of leaving but now they wonder about the time lost. Time they could have heard your laugh or seen your smile. How long until you're gone and they forget the sound of your voice? F knows that these thoughts are just wasting the precious time left - so they push them away. You're here now and they need to spend every spare moment with you. Memorizing you and the way the light hits your skin. They can continue their pity party after you're gone.

Vivian: Your father was ripped from her. And now she watches you waste into oblivion. She wants to wrap you in a hug and never let you go. Vivian wishes she could go to Avernus instead of you. Or perhaps, she wishes she could fight Letum. He couldn't possibly win against this mother's love for her child. Vivian squeeze your hand, not bothering to hide her tears. She solves problems. But this one...this one is out of her reache and she wants to burn the world down for an answer.

I imagine an MC in a bed while the royal family doctor does a treatment to relieve the suffocating and stabbing pain in the MC's body who while holding the hand of a James worried...

I'm not sure what else to add here, because you did an amazing job capturing James and the way he cares about his sibling. I don't think I could add anything valuable because I can tell you really understand who I intend James to be.

or another where MC is in an old wheelchair being pushed by Ana taking a walk through the royal gardens and being accompanied by a Constantine

I'll expand here a bit on how I think it could go.

Constantine walks by your side as Anna pushes you through the gardens. You chat for a while before Anna brings you to a stop at your favorite spot, a bench by the fountain with the prettiest flowers in the whole garden.

Anna smiles, patting your hand. "I'll be back soon," she says. Constantine takes a seat on the bench, staying close to your side.

Anna smiles softly as she looks over her shoulder. We're going to be lost without you, she thinks.

Constantine gently takes your frail hand and he traces his thumb along your skin. How much longer will I be able to feel the warmth of your hand in mine? He shakes his head, turning his heartbroken blue gaze to your eyes.

You smile at him, but your eyes hold a similar sadness. It's not the fact that you're terminally ill. But the way the people you care about look at you as if their hearts have been ripped from their chests. "I love you," you tell him softly.

"And I love you, my heart," he replies before brushing a kiss along your wrist. "Now, why don't you finish telling me that story about James? You know I need all the details since you won't be around to tease him with me."

You chuckle before launching back into your tale. Despite everything, you know Constantine will take care of your brother and that lightens your aching heart. It's enough.

It has to be.

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Again, thank you so much for sharing your idea and your super sweet message. You are a kind person <3

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#alternate au #james verissimo #constantine dimas #lady anna #interactive fiction #anon reply #f faramund #this message really motivated me #yes I have tears im a sensitive person okay this was just too sweet afhsdn #<3

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Here is my little context thing: this is the worry of Antigone re-written. The thing with classical Greek theater is that you know the tragedy is going to happen, you just wait for it. In this re-write Antigone knows she is going to die….and this monologue is the lead of the Chorus speaking after Antigone is arrested.

“So there we are. The spring is wound up nice and tight. That's what's good about tragedy. The slightest touch of a fin-ger, the flick of a feather will set it off. Anything will do. A glance at a girl on the street, a need, a sudden need for respect one morning when you wake up. Or in the evening one question too many, the one you shouldn't have asked. That's all it takes. The tiniest spark and the fuse is lit. And the rest is ... well, tragedy. You just sit back and watch it go. It's a well-oiled machine in perfect working order. It's been up and running since the beginning of time. Death is part of it, and so is betrayal. So is despair. And hard by are storms and outbursts and silences. Silences of every kind. That silence at the very end when the executioner's axe is at the top of its swing, that silence at the very beginning when two lovers are naked for the first time in the darkness of their room when neither of them dares move a muscle. And that silence when a huge crowd is acclaiming the winner, so loud and sudden that it's suddenly silent, like a film that's lost its soundtrack. All those mouths wide open with nothing coming out. All that clamor that becomes merely a picture, an image. And in the middle, all alone, the victor, beaten down by his own silence. It's neat, tragedy, neat and tidy. And relaxing, in a funny sort of way. Now drama's different, drama's something else. Mustachioed villains, damsels in distress, dashing young heroes, last minute revelations. She didn't have to drink that poison, he could have rushed in five minutes earlier with the police in tow. Tragedy's calm. There are no sudden surprises. And it promotes a sort of team spirit among the protagonists. They're all in it together, you see. He who kills is as innocent or as guilty as the vic-tim. It's all a question of what part you play. So ultimately tragedy is almost restful, because you know there's no hope, and there's nothing more unsettling than hope, is there? And you know that when you're caught, you're caught ... like a rat in a trap. And when the weight of all of heaven is on your back, all you can do is cry out. And I don't mean moan or whine or whimper, I mean really cry out, really heave your guts to heaven. And what you say is whatever you have to say. It's probably nothing you've ever said before or even known before, and has absolutely no effect whatsoever ... except this. That perhaps you hear it, you hear it for the first time and perhaps you learn. In drama people struggle and argue because there's a possibility of escape. It's a practical choice and actually rather vulgar. In tragedy to argue is noble, it's kingly and, let's face it, there's not a lot else you can do.”

I think the idea of knowing something is doomed but still fighting for it is so Finnick and his sweet girl. Also the calmness is the routine the two have created together. Also the idea that there is “nothing more unsettling than hope” because that’s so them! I mean when they broke up she literally said “don’t say that, it makes me love you more”

Anyway this was long like damn. Sorry yall im a Greek mythology girlie at my heart.

-🌾anon

please I love this, my tragic pookies, things were always gonna end badly: he lives a life without her or she's forced to kill, to betray, to face every hardship possible, conway has to die so her and finnick can be together, but that's still not enough. the capitol keeps taking, war keeps taking, coin keeps taking, basically shit is doomed

#wanda 💋#🌾 anon #the lakes #the river

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Subaru Dark [08]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Monologue

As we arrived at Eden,

we were immediately confronted with the followingーー

Withered trees and desolate lands.

At first glance it became clear,

that Eden had tragically fallen into ruin.

ー The scene starts in front of Eden

Yui: Is this really...Eden...?

( Seems like the other brothers split up to go check the area but... )

( I would have never guessed Eden had ended up like this. )

Subaru: This is horrible...Those Vibora bastards really went to town on this place, huh?

ー Ruki approaches them

Ruki: ーー No, this damage was not done by the Vibora Clan.

Yui: Ruki-kun...! Thank god, you are safe.

Ruki: My brothers have not been injured either. It seems like we made you guys worried though.

However...I did not think that the whole family would come here to Eden together...

Sakamaki Subaru. Did you order them to?

Subaru: ...Who cares? More importantly, tell me what you mean by what you said earlier.

Ruki: Earlier...Aah, about Eden?

We volunteered to take care of Eden, because we heard of the atrocious state it was in.

...In other words, this place had already fallen into ruin long before it was attacked by the Vibora Clan.

Subaru: ...And how did that happen?

Ruki: For the most part, Eden is kept standing through the powers of its owner.

If those powers are unstable, it will naturally break down as is the case at present.

Yui: So in other words...It became like this because Subaru-kun cannot control his own powers?

Subaru: ...!

...It’s fine. I know that I’ve still got a long way to go.

Ruki: ...Seems like you’re starting to show signs of acknowledging your own position as the Vampire King.

Subaru: Shut up. I didn’t mean it like thatーー

*Flap flap flap*

Subaru: Reiji’s Familiar...So it came back?

Yui: ( Ah, right. He sent his Familiar to find out what the Vibora clan is up to, didn’t he? )

( It actually found its way back even though we’ve moved to Eden in the meantime... )

*Flap flap flap*

Subaru: Oi, let’s go after it.

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

Monologue

After finding its way back to Reiji-san,

we were informed by the Familiar,

of the status quo.

According to them,

it appears that the Vibora Clan,

is currently working together with someone.

While at the same time,

it would seem that the Vibora King, Zweig,

refuses to acknowledge,

that Subaru-kun - the youngest child - has inherited those powers.

Back when Karlheinz-san was still on the throne,

an alliance had been established,

between both the Vibora and the Vampire clan.

They were on such good terms with each other,

Karlheinz-san even became married,

to the daughter of the Demon King, Cordelia-san.

I am sure that is exactly why,

he now feels like he has the right to say something,

about who shall be the next successor,

to the Vampire Clanーー

Reiji: Good grief...This is quite the predicament we are in.

Yui: No way...!

( It’s not like Subaru-kun ever asked to have those powers passed down to him... )

Laito: But you know, don’t you think that guy’s kind of stepping out of line...

By rebelling against something that man has decided himself...?

Shuu: He’s basically underestimating us, don’t you think?

Subaru: ...Fine by me. If that’s what he wants, I’ll take him on any day.

ー Subaru walks away

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun!

( ...Off he goes. )

Ruki: ...In the end, I guess people don’t change that quickly.

Selection

→ That’s not true (❦)

Yui: That’s not true.

Subaru-kun made the step to come here.

I do believe he’s been trying his best to think about the situation.

Ayato: Ahーah. Are you tryin’ to tell us just how great your man is?

Yui: I-I’m not...!

→ Can’t say anything to that

Yui: ...

( Just like Ruki-kun said, I suppose he still lets his anger get the best of him at times. )

( I have faith in Subaru-kun but...I guess I’m also a little worried still. )

Ayato: What’s with the frown, Chichinashi?

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Ayato: Well, he hasn’t isolated himself from the world like he usually does, so it could have been worse, right?

Yui: ...Yeah, you’re right.

Laito: Anyway, why don’t we head inside too?

Kanato: Good idea. I was just feeling a little hungry too.

Yui: Ah, I’ll go look for Subaru-kun first, okay?

( He seemed irritated...So I hope he hasn’t taken it out on his surroundings yet... )

Monologue

Even if it’s one step at a time,

Subaru-kun has been trying to make peace with (向き合おう) Karlheinz-san’s powers.

I understand very well,

just how difficult of a task this is for Subaru-kun.

As well as that as of right now, he has not yet been able to set himself free,

from his feelings of hatred and anger towards Karlheinz-san.

However, from the moment he overcomes those,

I am sure a new path (道) will open up.

That is why I decided,

that I would support him until the bitter end.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translations #lesubarudark8

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pixies-and-poets · 1 year

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Hello Brambi, how are you and Victor? I hope all is well with you? I want to ask you something very dark and that is all about the Lumas and the Sparks:

We don't know if there are any Lumas left and if they are really extinct and became the Sparks, would you support the unmerging of the Rabbids and Luma? If so, then you would be a genocidal asshole and I would block you, the universe cannot suffer two Janeways here! I will never forget what she did to Tuvik and doing the same to the Sparks is just evil, and I would boycott the franchise if they would do this!!!

Ok that came of strong, but would it not be unethical to kill someone just because they were created through merging two people and now became one happy and in the case of the Sparks a cute one?

So if the Lumas aren't out there anymore, should we accept the Sparks as their successors? I think so, but what about you, would you accept that fate for the Lumas?

We are doing quite well, thank you! He's a huge Zelda fan (I am too, but not as much as him) and just beat Tears of the Kingdom; I was waiting for him to finish before I started playing so I will do that tonight :> He's really excited to talk about it with me!

Now, there's.... a LOT to think about here lol, so let's dig into it!

The Sparks are interesting and somewhat freaky to consider from a philosophical and existential standpoint no matter what. Most merged Rabbids were made from a Rabbid and at least one inanimate object. The only other one I can think of right now that was made from two living beings would be Pirabbid Plant, and piranha plants' level of sentience is kinda up for debate, plus they unmerged anyway.

But in the case of Sparks, we are talking about two living and sentient beings who got merged into one. You could say that both basic Rabbids and Lumas are kind of "blank slates" personality wise, although we have seen there are some capable of developing more individuality. Still, the thought of two beings becoming one is existentially heavy, to say the least! That said, the Sparks seem to become more than the sum of their parts, with each one gaining more of a personality, individuality and unique abilities, perhaps based on the unique potential of the Luma and Rabbid each one was made from. Like a chemical reaction.

We know that certain merged Rabbids have already unmerged, like the aforementioned Pirabbid Plant, Finn, and Side-Eye. This does come off a bit tragic, as the persona created is dying in a sense. I like to believe that the longer a Rabbid has been merged, the less and less likely it is that it could be undone, but I wonder if it's something that i.e. the Heroes worry about sometimes. Could something happen that would cause them to lose who they had become, and turn very simple-minded again? Would they retain any memories of who they had once been?

But unmerging the Sparks... I don't think it's necessarily morally straight-forward; on the one hand you would just be letting them be two creatures again, but on the other you'd be destroying the newly created entity. But does the new entity have more value than the two separate ones, just because it's more unique? I would simply say that what's done is done, and probably at this point can't be undone, and that it would be wrong to try and purposefully unmerge or destroy a Spark, but rather it would be best to let fate run its course. They are what they are now.

Like Random said, who knew Rabbids could be so complicated!

To answer the part of your question about if Sparks have completely replaced Lumas... it would be quite bold for Ubisoft to just proclaim that they had replaced the entirety of one of Nintendo's original species, so I think that could only possibly be true if we consider M+R to be an AU or alternate timeline... which I believe Davide has stated was the intention before, haha. So, it's surprisingly possible... but even so, I don't think Lumas would be wiped out entirely because 1) I doubt every single Luma in the galaxy/universe was at the observatory when that whole thing went down, and 2) I assume Lumas are born/created from natural processes in the universe just like stars, so they will continue to appear.

Transformation/rebirth is part of the Lumas' destiny, as we know they transform into new planets and the like, and can even be involved with recreating the universe. So I guess, when thinking about it this way, their transformation into Sparks isn't necessarily as existentially perplexing as I was considering before. They give themselves up to become something new. Lumas are potential energy given a bit of sentience. The whole thing is kinda poignant and bittersweet and maybe hard for us humans to reckon with.

#mario rpgs #mario + rabbids #alter answers #mario plus rabbids #sparks of hope #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #fan analysis

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/stromuprisahat/712714435867869184/pretty-sure-the-only-reason-the-show-is-doing-dark?source=share

Damn, this kind of stuff scares me so much. What if they were right?! What if Alexander was never going to get a point of view from him not being completely wrong? What if the Darkling had no role in Alina's new powers and everything tied to Mal?! I worry.

Well truth is we've got no idea what the writers are planning. I will say that I am not worried about them not showing Aleks was right, I think they will because of how season 2 was set up. I mean Aleks spends the season saying that the fold being destroyed will not solve ravka's problems that people have hunted and hated grisha long before its creation, the finale shows a grisha who appears to have been deliberately drugged with a highly addictive substance and used as an assassin by Fjerda who, now that the fold is gone, is taking the opportunity to strike, which proves Aleks right, the fold is gone Ravka's problems are still there.

He also says that Alina will make the same decisions that he once did and follow his path, that they will come for her, the season finale again shows an assassin trying to kill Alina but also her using a shadow cut to take that assassin out and then looked on with pleasure and glee at what she had done, again this is proving Aleks right, already she is beginning to walk the same path he did.

So if they are already showing that Aleks wasn't completely wrong that I don't see why they wouldn't continue to do that in season 3. It is also worth pointing out that this angle is not from the books, the books never made an effort to show that Aleks was right, in fact instead it just made out like everything was all his fault. So the fact that they have changed the narrative from the books to me is a good sign.

As for Aleks having no role in Alina's new powers I find it highly unlikely, I mean she literally has his powers. They also spent the whole season hammering this idea that it was the two of them, no one else like them, like calls to like etc. Plus there was Aleks' warning at the end that without him she would have no counter and no balance. I think they have spent way to much time tying the fate of these two characters together not to involve him in her story with these new powers.

When it comes to the theory that they will use Alina's corruption arc as a way to strip her of her powers, be saved by Mal and ultimately end up with him, I don't know, its a theory. I will admit that it did briefly cross my mind that they might use the corruption arc as a way to justify taking Alina's powers away. That being said, one thing that is in our favour is that Netflix, the writers and the producers are surely painfully aware of how unpopular that ending would be, it was very unpopular in the books. I also think it would be a bit odd for them to change the ending of the trilogy in season 2 just to go back to it in a later season. But as I said we don't know and we aren't going to know until we see it on screen. Alina's corruption arc could end in a multitude of ways, Mal could save her from herself and they sail off into the sunset, boring personally, especially as I'm not a fan of the whole man saves poor corrupted woman from herself troupe. Or one possible ending that myself and @vesperass-anuna discussed was the possibility that it might end with Alina and Aleks sacrificing themselves together to save ravka, playing into the 'you and I are going to change the world' theme that darklina have going on, this is an ending that I think could be really interesting, though it would be sad to lose them both, there would be something poetic and tragic about that ending.

So I would say try not to worry or let it get you down, if you do have social media like twitter then maybe tweet out about what ending you would like to see as the writers and showrunners etc might see it and will then at least know what the fans want for the characters, and where they'd like the story to go, but ultimately as I said we are not going to know how its all going to end until it does.

#darklina #s&b season 2 spoilers #answered #anti malina

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thatonesongyouretryingtoremember · 8 days

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DBD ramblings: episode SIX

Jenny says the thingy!

SYMMETRY

MUSIC

she sounds so mad on nooo

What is that drawing on her wall?? and that weird oval thingy??

I DESPERATELY need to know who told Niko!

help. or support. <-odd phrasing

SYMMETRY

he gives back the seaglass :(((

"I guess it doesn't represent emotional stability" then what does it represent?? and didn't she wear green in the Devlin episode?

wooden armadillo

the Light of Heart has its own soundtrack!

Also why is that one in a box and nearby it are other similar items including an identical white heart gem that are all not in boxes??

they're both like Niko, take a chill pill

the way he says it's just tragic is so funny

ZINEOGRAPH!

Do you think Mick found out about Angie waking in storms because he went outside during one to see if he could talk to Sedna?

why to the walruses never have tusks in this show?

why is there randomly a shot of a hand with one missing finger??

HER EYES

ANYWAYS r u fr?

oh this is the comic ref outfit!

I mean I know it's only a one-time use for por purposes, but it is interesting that someone would make a thing like that and it can only be used once. very odd that it would end up in the shop rather than being used by the creator. I wonder if whoever they were going to keep away found them and they never got a chance to use it.

KITCHEN SHIT

It looks like Monty didn't arrive home until morning, even though it was the middle of the night when he talked to Edwin (I kinda wonder what Esther thought he was doing all night)

THE WAY HE TOUCHED THE CAGE

MUSIC

stuffed meerkat

"hey this plan won't work unless all the of them are really fucking stupid" "slut"

what was she gonna do if Monty said no? I mean, kill him, yeah. but would she, like, get some other ghost to get them to the woods??

The way Monty I SO decisive. He'll get it done... why? Does he hate/think he hates Edwin THAT much? Is he trying to be detached? This is "just" his job. Is he empathizing with Esther?

fun fact: knitwear, in Edwin's time, was still considered rather formal.

he's ALREADY dressed fancy this early in the episode!

I think it partly represents a departure from his school. That controlling environment made everyone wear one uniform, but today he is wearing a unique sweater.

The way he's looking at Charles👀 No WAY Niko didn't catch that!

Charles looks at Edwin when Monty shows up

The way his voice goes UP

Edwin just wants to talk things out with Monty and Monty is NOT having it. I can't blame him, he might not even know that Edwin wants to help him, he hasn't exactly had friends before.

Charles keeps watching Edwin for that whole line and then turns to Monty like "Are you seeing this shit?" and Monty is just like

[ID: Debby Ryan in the film Radio Rebel ticking her hair behind her ear while gazing coyly into the camera : end ID]

and the girls are giving NOTHING. I want to see them!

OKAY EVERYONE'S A BIT OFF TODAY, YEAH?

That's actualy probably really worrying for Charles considering what haltend the day before.

The way Monty cocks his head to indicate to follow him XD

aww Crystal can't share things with Edwin and Niko doesn't wanna lie 😔 😢

Monty: Im so cool and have already moved on. look at me flirting with Charles. As if I'd ever say Edwin was kind or considerate.

Charles: yay we're friends now!

Edwin: Can we be so fucking serious for one fucking minute

This HAS to be when Monty figured it out. Something about Edwin's look..

"unlike Edwin, Gladys doesn't have anyone else" *looks him up and down* "just me"

first of all: He must be taking after Edwin with his dramatic-ass walk

secondly: dos this count as outing someone?? like he is making it very obvious what happened, right?

third: What is he playing at? Is he just being mean because he wants Edwin's feeling to be hurt just like his are? is he trying to make a realistic reaction? Is he trying to tempt Edwin to take the bait by making him desperate for his good graces? probably not the last one, since he thinks Edwin doesn't care. Maybe he is trying to get Edwin to prove he cares.

GENUINE RELIEF

Why would he think someone was missing who wasn't missing??

MUSIC omg this is so funny

Jenny's outfit omg

Niko is the only one to mention the sweater lol

NIGHT NURSE! I guess she was knocked out for the whole last episode.

that music box is still going?? I would go insane.

where are the bodies of the other people she ate? where is the stomach acid?

Lucky Kashi had a lantern when he was swallowed

"dying isn't available to me" TMN generally views death as a mercy. Earth=bad, afterlife=good, but also, if she were a dead soul, she'd be taken care of by others instead of 24/7 work for eternity.

"it would be a shame for you to die" she isn't above death threats, even though having too many dead souls is supposedly part of her problem

NOT THE LIP STARE

do you think Kashi ate the corpses? what did he normally ear?

oh no the music box

Also is that a breathing asshole??

Edwin: don't worry about Gladys :)

Monty: can you not be condescending for one fucking minute?

"clear the air" *rainbow lense glare*

everyone has the capacity to hurt people, Monty. If that's your criteria, prepare to have zero options out of any sign.

Did I mention how badass the visuals for this show are?

are those Norse runes?

kinda weird how there's one big tree separating Monty and Crystal from the boys. maybe a living/dead thing?

Si THAT'S what it takes to convince Charles. People in obvious danger.

Monty's face??

*hits tree with stone*

are these enchanted stones reusable?

Monty's reaction to Crystal losing her abilities!? He's like "oh shit"

I wonder if he was depending on her to figure out the plan so he could blame her to Esther and not be at fault, but also not kill the boys, or something

Edwin in his head: Oh no our friend didn't tell us what was wrong! She was willing to jeopardize a case just to stop us from helping her :(

anyways. "tone" is made up and he had a valid question. Charles already asked if she was okay and he didn't have to be redundant, and he just wanted relevant important information.

why does he randomly add the Monty thing into the conversation?? and how does the not liking her thing relate???

so they think it's a blindness/pain thingy

HER DAD

what are her earrings?

so NOW they figure out that the ghosts are being *consumed*

I see someone say Death picked up the moose, but if she had, the boys would have had to hide.

GHOSTS POSESS ENERGY

complete obliteration

oh my god she literal wanted that twink obliterated

MONTY'S FACE OH NOOO

✨️why would anyone even do that✨️

why's one lantern look like a fucking camera

do characters HAVE to bring up horror movies every time they split up? I mean, I think they do, actually.

the quiet footsteps as they switch spots...

also if peepers in Washington are anywhere NEAR what they are in my state, there is no way those guys could hear eachother at night in the woods.

IF YOU START TALKING TO ME ABOUT FREE WILL I WILL DROWN YOU OUT MYSELF

I CAN'T SPEND EONS INSIDE A FISH! WHEN THERE'S WORK TO BE DONE!

why is this scene so trippy

redemption arc core

SYMMETRY

oh the music did a weird thing

1. Does Kashi want to stay inside the fish??

2. why would she go back to sleep. She would feed again.

not sure how the glowing works but okay

what do you think will happen by fuckin. poking it

OH RIGHT DAVID IS HERE

they play with *fear* alot for David

the yellow scratch for magic!

Also this is like. the first time he *actually* uses that cricket bat.

why does breaking the constructs of mirrors dispel David?

scratch still there glowing yellow on the ground

me when I climb up a fucking tree

Monty's really just fuckin chillin, huh?

Edwin finally learned how to talk about feelings, y'all!! he interrupts but he is so so sweet about itt!!!

THE WAY MONTY JUST FUCKIN. SPINS AROUND. it's like he was just waiting for a reason! he had that son locked and loaded, man

why are the trees glowing?

oh it's the lantern. kill me.

"but I promise you that I care"🥲🥺🥲🥺🥲🥺🥰

it's easier to go along with killing someone if you can convince yourself they're a terrible person, huh? Makes it easier to pick one side, to stick with the woman you've been following your whole life?

Also both of their facial expressionssss I could DIE

Monty: aww🥺 you care about me🥺🥺

...

aw shit..

um, heyy Eddie boy, let's go NOT be in the middle of the woods in the dark at night haha how's that for an idea uhh

Edwin: *spells out what the fuck in facial expressions*

Cat King: TIME FOR SEXUAL HARASSMENT

okay in all seriousness the rise in urgency before CK even shows up is so. I don't even know the adjective! compelling?

Edwin is still all serious and caring and Monty is all of a sudden deflecting even after that moment, so Edwin is confused as fuck, and the rushed tones and fast walking and ask if a sudden the fucking?? lantern??? goes out????

OH GREAT. HERE'S ASSHOLE.

Also the tree-filtered moonlight in this scene!? TO DIE FOR! it's so pretty and pulls the color scheme together.

he's weirdly defensive about the tree thing but okay

this scene never fails to leave me dumbfounded. like, CK kisses this child on the face to prove a point (said boy, Monty, makes a face of "who the fuck do you think you are") then proceeds to call him a gross bird and tell Edwin that he ""owes"" him a thank you kiss.

Honestly I think this really speaks to CK being so entitled. Like, he definitely isn't good to Edwin by any means, but he also wants Edwin to actually like him, so he always gives himself plausible deniability. oversimplified, but I don't want to dwell too much on this fucker for an annotation post. Monty? Monty's just a fucking bird to him, something he would eat, food he can play with. Much less of a person than his own cat self, or than Edwin.

OH SHIT I JUST REALIZED

Esther was cheated on. She was betrayed. She turned to her magic, and eventually her patron goddess, Lilith, who would give her a gift and one day in the future, take it back.

so, in Monty's point of view, Edwin's love for Charles is mutually exclusive with giving any shits about Monty. He hasn't been around very long, he thinks of things in a simplified view because it makes more sense (and what's more human than that?) and Esther's backstory is all he's got for any negative experience with a man. So he turns back to his patron goddess, who would eventually take back the gift she gave him.

holy fuck, I'm actually crying now.

He can barely get out Charles' name awww

the way Edwin has nothing to say when Monty tells him how obvious his feelings are...

Do you think Monty felt stupid for not seeing it sooner?

I am not sure what Edwin's speechlessness means, but it leads to one hell of a falling out.

OH YOU'RE JUST LIVING THIS, AREN'T YOU, CK!?

nobody wants to kiss your tuna-breah ass, cat.

GO OFF EDWIN

nothing about you si far can be classified as 'nice' bro. don't threaten your crush.

I never asked to be human. With all these feelings.

THE BLOOD SPATTER

THE HAND HOLD

Monty comes back😢😢😢

WASHERWOMAN! FUCKYEA

there's a table and a sandwich, clearly means something

^^look who knows symbolism

She just met these ladies and is already ready to spill about her ghost problems! after a minute she stops like wait if three ppl aren't psycic this week sound stupid as hell

I wanna learn about these other ones!! and Iris (eye pun) too!

also I'm not sure what country Iris' accent is from, but her clothes are giving America to me, so we have some idea as to how long Crystal's family have been on this continent. but relevant atm just interesting.

What kind of other powers does she have?

Iris lists off some different types of women in their family with the magic. priestess, shaman, and artists. Crystal's mom, Maddy Surname, is an artist!!

the line "no desperate mistake" always gives me CHILLS

oh, so NOW violence is okay?

teethface, what the fuck

Charles explaining his kiss with Crystal🤝Crystal explaining her inherited magic: IT'S IN HERE *points at skull*

I love Jenny's outfit in this scene

causing the emotions... in your eyes.

the way she needs a cue to sit down

At least Jenny is self-aware

this scene is so sweet and I love the music

DRASTIC TONE CHANGE

I don't think Ed gets your shroom joke, Charlie.

AN APOLOGY (that's like, two now, right?)

GOBSMACKED

SHE SMACK MY GOB UNTIL HE APOLOGIZES

Even when confessing, Edwin can't say it directly (well, until...)

well, y'all didn't know you'd see Monty, right? so are you saying he dressed up nice just to come out to you??

I love that Charles smiles when Edwin starts talking, like.

Charles is like "yay my friend is coming out to me! I'm a cool, safe guy!" then he's like "don't worry bbg hoy don't even have to finish your sentence I can see ur having difficulty there" and inadvertently messes up a little but like. idk. It's a really nice scene.

*hands on shoulders* *eyes locked* "don't matter one bit to me"

He's been waiting entirely too long to have an opportunity to bring up CK LMAO

he's like aw yeah my bud my bro just came out to me as gay he's opening up and being vulnerable hell yeah- wait NOW I can stop acting like I don't think CK was trying to get in his culottes!

SUPERHELL

the angle??

Charles with the debate skills

tHe AfTeRlIfE iS iNcApAbLe Of A fUcKuP well then what's your job? cleaning up nonexistent meses??

*presses paper like button* *intensely breathing hell creature awakens*

so the thingy is caught between hell and not-hell because of what Edwin believes 🥲🥲🥲

me when I question everything

MUSIC

camera thingy??

so how were they planning to get Edwin to L&F with the bracelet?? would it fall off when he went to that plane??

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