#Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

[judyfromfinance]

Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

Chapter 6

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It’s been a whirlwind of activities since Týr showed up in the Huldra Brothers extravagant treehouse. The Gods traipsed off to Alfheim in search of Gróa’s shrine. Of course you couldn’t go because of the whole ‘being mortal’ bit. But it didn’t matter because you knew what they were going to find there. A shrine portraying a prophecy about the destruction of Asgard, and the Giants champion running the helm. You knew that Kratos and Atreus would argue. One believing in a destiny that was written in the stars just for him and the other refusing to give the fates of this world any leverage over him, or his son. They came back, clouded in anger. Kratos went to brood. Atreus went to sleep. And soon after, drifted into another world far from here. And Týr, tried to pick up a conversation with you. But thankfully Brok was always there to ask for your help with something him and Sindri were working on. Although confused, Sindri didn’t mind. In fact he quite liked teaching you things here and there. Probably because you actually listened to him unlike Brok.

Two days passed. Everyone was a wreck. No one knew where Atreus was. Except you of course. Brok asked you but you told him you couldn’t tell him. And he rightfully got a bit upset at you. You tried to explain to the best of your abilities why you couldn’t say anything about where he was but it was difficult. This was the one thing you disliked about the game. The obtuseness of certain dialogues and how no one just came out and talked to each other. Miscommunication was annoying and honestly shouldn’t be a real problem in real people’s live because, HEY, just SPEAK UP. Talk about your feelings. Set boundaries. Communicate. And yet… here you were. Doing the exact same thing you despised. But you couldn’t help it. Not with this. Not with Ironwood. Was it annoying? Yes. But was this obtuseness necessary for the greater good? Also yes.

But thankfully all of that is done and behind you. You glance around the purple void as you walk along the branches of Yggdrasil. Brok and Sindri walking in front of you. You hear the brothers converse ahead. Sindri saying something about how glad he is that they found Atreus but wondering what in the Hel has gotten into him. ‘Running away from home like that.’ With a puffy huff at the end. You can’t help but smile. Home. If you can’t go back to yours, you hope the gods and dwarves around you can make a permanent spot for you.

“Hurry up or we’ll leave you here, girly.” Brok said as he crossed his arms in front of the gate. Sindri turned around quickly, “We would never do that (Y/n).” He turns back to Brok, “Someone just doesn’t understand patience.” Brok walked through the door, ignoring both you and Sindri who motioned to the gate, “Ladies first.” You smile and thank him as you also walk through. You glance around the cold and frozen landscape before your eyes stopped on three gods standing in front of your old cabin. They all walk towards you before Kratos motions for Atreus to go with you and the dwarves. Now is your time. You stand to the side with Brok as Atreus and Sindri walk into the gate. Freya walks up to Kratos before telling him of her plan to travel to Vanaheim.

“Well. Guess it’s just us then.” Freya rolls her eyes before stopping their decent back into her skull. She looks towards you, confused.

“And who are you?” She looks you up and down. She can probably tell your a mortal so you just tell her your name. Kratos turns towards you as well. “What are you doing here? Why have you not gone back home with Atreus?” Here it goes. Freya questions Kratos, “You know her? Why do you travel with a human? Who is she to you?” You speak up to plead your case as Brok opens up a door to Vanaheim.

“Like I said, I’m just (Y/n). Um, Kratos and Atreus saved me from freezing to death right outside their house. I owe them a lot.” Your eyes shift back over to Kratos. “I know I can’t do much but trust me when I say I have to go with you guys to Vanaheim. There’s something I need to talk to you about.” Freya sighs and shakes her head before sheathing her sword.

“No. We cannot take you. You’ll just be an unnecessary risk and burden on our way to garner my freedom.” Ouch. That was harsh. Kratos doesn’t move a muscle as he questions you. “Can this not wait until we are back in the dwarves home?” You shake your head as you make your way over to Brok.

“No it can’t. And frankly I’m not asking for permission from either of you. I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions. Even if those decisions could lead to me getting hurt.” You cringe a bit. The last part sounded dumb as all hell. Freya walks over to you, “You mean to your death.” Ice cold. Not an ounce of warmth in her voice. “Yeah, that too I guess.”

“I am sorry but I’m not letting you get in the way of what I seek.” You stare back into her chocolate brown eyes. You could almost see the hurt and anger swirling behind her irises. “I understand but I’m still going. Plus…” you pat Brok on the shoulder, “…Brok can look after me!” He swung his arm at you. “HA. You wish.” You scowl and try to push him into the snow.

“Enough.” Kratos steps forward. “Will you watch over her or no?” Brok sighs, “Fine. Why the hell not. House is getting stuffy anyways. We could both do with some strechin our legs.” Kratos hums before he and Freya step through the gate.

“So, you’re finally going to tell him? Good. Thought you were gonna wimp out on me.” You shiver. “I almost did. I just… I just don’t want him to be mad at me.” Brok nods his head in understanding. “Don’t go frettin’ ‘bout nothin’. Knowing the future is hard enough on some gods. But knowin’ the future as a human? An odd one from another world to boot? I’m sure he’ll understand that shit ain’t easy for anyone.”

“I hope so.” And with that you both stepped through the door. Vanaheim, here we come.

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Brok kept his word and protected you from all sorts of monsters that spawned in front of you. And despite Freya’s chilly demeanor, you saw her sword slice a few Draugr that got just a bit too close to you. Kratos did as well. You hate being a burden for them but this was the only to get Kratos alone. Away from any secret conniving gods or ravens. Plus they didn’t have to haul you for long. A certain god of fertility’s camp was coming up soon.

But you will admit, seeing all these creatures in real life was quite terrifying. They weren’t pixels on a tv anymore. They were growling, snarling, spitting beasts. And for some reason they seemed keen on killing you. Not your group as a whole. You. Just you. Though they did fight the others, some of them were pulled towards you. As if you were a magnet for trouble or something. You shiver thinking about how their different colored blood sprayed from their bodies as axes and swords plunged through them like cake. Thankfully Mimir had noticed your fear and discomfort, cracking jokes or telling you stories from Kratos’ belt to help calm your anxieties. And you’ll thank him thoroughly for that once you reach Freyr’s camp. Freya had unfortunately turned into a falcon by now. So it was only Kratos and Brok doing the bulk of the fighting now. That is, until you hear a familiar snap and a scream. Oh no, forgot to mention that to Brok. Whoops. Oh well, he’ll be fine. Brok struggles to get down as Kratos tells you both to remain silent. You make your way over to Brok. Maybe once he’s cut down you can catch him.

“Now what do we have here?” A voice asks from the darkness. “Ol’ One-Eye send another god to do his dirty work? Thor too busy?” Kratos squares off his shoulders. “We do not serve Odin.” Freyr lights a small torch before throwing the two rocks back onto the ground. “No? Picked a dangerous place for sightseeing then.” He shrugs. “Am I right?” And it was then that Freyr’s comrades decided to make their presence known. Weapons in hand and raised. But you paid them no mind as you felt a familiar buzzing in your chest. Or more so, in your bra. You had almost forgotten that you placed you phone there for safe keeping. But now you couldn’t pull it out fast enough as Fergie’s ‘Clumsy’ started playing on full blast. It’s was your best friends ringtone.

‘First time

That I saw your eyes

Boy you looked right through me, mmmhmm’

You freeze up in mortification as you make eye contact with Freyr. You can feel your cheeks heat up in pure embarrassment as you chuck your fur pelt off of you. Everyone else stops what they’re doing as they stare at you in complete confusion. You, in your embarrassed haze, don’t even notice Lunda cut Brok down as he falls to the ground beside you.

‘Play it cool

But I knew you knew

That cupid hit me, mmm mmm’

As you shove your hand down your shirt you glance back up again to still see Freyr looking at you. This time with a bit of a smirk on his face. You would be upset at your friend but you knew she would be just as embarrassed as you if you called her in the middle of a meeting and on full blast Gwen Stefani’s ‘The Sweet Escape’ started playing. So you’ll forgive her. If you ever made it back home that is. You finally pull your phone out of your shirt but by that time the call had ended. And now you just realized that you missed a phone call. A phone call! You’ve tried sending messages and calling people but nothing ever went through. And now by some miracle a call made it to you and you fucked it all up by being embarrassed? Great. You turn to look at everyone, still frozen.

“Sorry. So sorry about that. I uh… well ya know… um. Fergie’s iconic. What do you want from me?” Freyr stepped closer to you before Kratos stopped him with the blade of his axe. “I’m sorry but uh… who are you?” You went to go answer his question but was silenced by Freya as she flew in and perched herself next to her brother. She explained who everyone was and what they were doing here. As she did that you turned towards Brok and helped him to his feet. He got up and dusted himself off.

“What in all the nine realms was that?” You crossed your arms, “Music. Ever heard of it?” He flung some dirt at you before he made his way over to Lunda and her forge. You see Kratos, Freyr, and Mimir talking at the makeshift war planning table. At least, that’s what you’re calling it. You make your way over as you hear Mimir say he would be better off here, consulting Freyr on his battle plans while Kratos and Freya sho off in search of her freedom. You stand beside Mimir as you tell Kratos that it’s best for you to stay here too. You quickly glance over to Freyr.

“If that’s ok with you that is?” He moves a little closer before smiling down at you. “Sure, of course. As long as I get another free show.” You scowl. “Excuse me?” You cross your arms over your thin tunic. You should go pick up you pelt after this. He slides away, noticing the hulking shadow that was Kratos was now behind you. Axe in hand. “I meant the singing. Plus I was uh… I was only kidding. Of course you can stay here.” Kratos grumbled before looking down towards you. You glanced up at him with a small smile on your face. “Don’t worry. We’ll talk when you get back. I wouldn’t keep Freya waiting for long.” Mimir adds in, “Don’t worry brother. No funny business will be happening here.” You laugh a good hearty laugh. Kratos leaves as he and Freya make their way deeper into Vanaheim. Freyr turns his head to you. He smiles.

“Oh what, you think a beheaded former advisor can really stop me from getting into any trouble?” Your laughter calms down into a slight chuckle as you look up at Freyr. All he sees is your sparkling eyes staring up at him through thick and curved eyelashes. For some reason unknown to him he can’t look away. Mimir sputters in the background about how he could do some damage if he was thrown horns first. You put a finger on your lips in contemplation. And that’s all it took for Freyr to be transfixed by your full lips. Soft. He’s sure of himself. Your lips would be incredibly soft. You speak but he doesn’t hear you. It’s not until you’re heading to Brok and Lunda that he realizes you even said anything at all. He shouts at you to repeat yourself.

“I said ‘You can get into all the trouble you want, because you’re definitely not the type of trouble I’m into.’ Ya dummy.” And with that you’re finally next to Brok as he introduces you to Lunda. As that is happening Mimir is staring directly at Freyr as he watches the god stare at you from across the camp. “I wouldn’t think about that brother. Kratos has a soft spot for the lass. We all do. Plus, she’s mortal. Let her live a normal life with one of her own when all of this is over.” Freyr sighs as he turns back to the table. “Are you always this much of a buzzkill?” And with that they come up with plans of attack against any and all Aesir troops in his home.

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I’m here with chapter 6~. After rereading the latest chapter of The Pickpocket for the 50th time in a row I decided to finish up this chapter!

As you can tell there was a small timeskip at the beginning. Not a normal one. I still explained things but I did so quickly instead of trying to linger. Also… was that… flirting??? In my Minecraft Server?!???! By the way Reader wasn’t trying to flirt. She’s just a baddie and does it without even knowing. Trust me, you’ll see a chapter where she does try and flirt and it will not be like this. Lol.

Anyways thank you for reading, and say hello to my lovely readers. I will see y’all next chapter! Bye bye~.

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#Olden Times. Modern Thinking. #heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #heimdall gow x reader #god of war x reader #gow reader insert

[nostalgia-tblr]

thanks to the sort of gossipy history i tend to read i know entirely too much about the grounds on which i could get out of the unhappy medieval european marriage that i am not and never will be part of.

#just found out that pre-1215 there were more degrees of consangunity than there are of kevin bacon! :O #1215 must have been WILD - magna carta AND endless discourse over whether your liege lord's current marriage is still incestuous! #tho tbh am tempted by just murdering my shitty husband it's not like they have forensics in those days they'd never prove anything #it MIGHT have been a genuine hunting accident this time. who's to say really? WHO BUT THE LORD DOEST KNOWETH??? #(no i don't know how to correctly conjugate the verbs in Ye Olden. if that bothers u then GETTETH THEE UNTO FUCK) #btw u notice modern observers do NOT just un-count those marriages that get annulled on whatever grounds? #like nobody ACTUALLY thinks both tudor queens were illegitimate do they? #and eleanor of aquitaine def gets to have been married to two kings right? #this is another way in which history has said “fuck you” to henry 8th which obviously i am all in favour of (because fuck him)

[skitskatdacat63]

Tiktok artists confuse me, I don't understand how art styles can be a trend? I remember there's always been stuff like art style challenges, where you try and replicate another person's style. But I don't understand the way people on there treat them like a trend to hop on ig? To me all art styles are unique, even if sometimes similar, and if someone were to ask me what style I draw in, I'd say "Catie style, of course." But on there they're like "jelly art" or "chicken scratch art" and I don't get it 😭😭 like is the joy of art not that we're all different and unique in our own ways?

And discuss about the "creator" of the style. There was some controversy recently where some artist put up tutorials of how they render, right? And got, justifiably imo, annoyed when some person straight up directly copied their art. And then people started ragging on them being like "you can't post a tutorial and then complain when someone follows it." I just find it odd how they treat art, it's like it's being commodified honestly. Of course we refer to older art in eras which is a similar concept ig, but to me that's just an easy way of grouping art and artists together as a style movement, which isn't really comparable to how art works nowadays.

I guess I'm very focused on improving and evolving my own personal style. So I can't imagine just adapting into someone else's style, y'know? I've certainly been inspired by other artists' techniques and detailing, but never enough where it felt like how these artists just completely change their style. Ah idk, I find it to be a very personal thing, so it's very weird to see it as a trend. Am I making sense????

#idk i feel like in history artists certainly copied each other #i mean in literal art schools and when being a protege back in ye olden times + #its literally common practice to try and directly copy a masterwork from another artist #but it feels different to me than this tiktok trend stuff ig? #i think you can probably group modern artists together #but to me it feels weird to come up with a name for the style #unless its like direclty copied from some media(like anime style art or specific western cartoons) #yeah idk #it just makes me feel odd #and to be like 'the creator of this art style is controversial' #bruh draw whatever you want 😭 develop your own style 🙏 #catie.rambling.txt

[marinecorvid]

Reconsidering the next team for my next Legends Arceus playthrough (decided I want some variety and therefore no duplicates from my last team (except for Zoroark, who is cool as as fuck, and Rapidash, who will be shiny this time around). Sho, babygirl, being unsociable and turning back up to Jubilife every few weeks with new evil coded ‘mons and Alphas is NOT helping you beat the Evil Changeling Who Wants To Kill Us All allegations

#pokemon legends arceus #pla #my art #akari #dawn #sho #Kamado (who usually turns up to watch Sho spar with Zisu with grim suspicion whenever the survey corp comes back to Jubilife to restock) #nearly goes into cardiac arrest when she sends out Ungoliant Who Becomes Death (Her Singular Goal In Life Is To Make You Regret Being Born) #She understands why Kamado exiles her. she doesn’t agree and she’s pissed as hell but she understands #HC that Dawn/Sho learned how to ride Rapidash properly in youth and did not hesitate to apply that knowledge in hisui #I don’t think Rapidash is considered a super threatening mon in modern days but in olden times? #strong hooves? horn to stab you with? collective trauma from fieldlands alpha Rapidash? quaking in their boots #much faster than lord Wyrdeer #Kamado has nightmares of her deciding to go full Dothraki

[rotzaprachim]

Much observed but also highly entertaining the extent that fundies are worse at every discernible “home making” skill than many a group that they claim to be part of the Them group keeping women from their true roll as home makers

#I think there are many and highly complicated reasons behind this #A huge portion being the idealization of a past that never existed etc etc #Like the nine kids stay at home mom (with little Inter community help) who homeschools is just not a time equation that leaves time open fo #Cooking/cleaning/taking care of every child in an individual manner #The other unspoken elephant in the room is the extent that in the rare-r occasions there WAS the #Ye olden days Ma with her pristine white dress and nine pristine kids rather than an extended network of relatives/women etc etc #That social arrangement was only possible due to the working class women who did the cooking/cleaning/child care #In the South in particular the work of Black women. And for many of the periods fundies glorify? Enslaved women #Tw slavery #The cult of domesticity inseparable from classist and racist oppression etc etc #There’s just a lot going on with how outright bad fundies are at cooking and cleaning and that sort of thing #We won’t even touch on the parenting because that’s it’s own thing of a cultural structure that just creates intergenerational trauma from #The get go #But I think one of the big things to take away from the soc 101 kind of thing is like #Religious conservatism is deep in us cultural waters #But the whole fundie school of quiverfull related movements is NEW #It’s NEW #It’s a modern self-created culture from the 1970’s/80’s that can be classed in a group of similar religious revival movements #That shook politics around the world from that era as a reaction to “modernity” and which can be found in many cultures and religions #Inside and outside of the us #But as a fairly modern cultural construct there’s parents who assimilated into this culture and kind of formed it based on that idea of an #A past

[feline-evil]

I love seeing footage and learning about early thrill rides and amusement attractions, because those things were just. Absolutely made by people thinking 'how fast can we make a human body go?' and very little else

Like nowadays we make these shits with "comfort" and "rider enjoyment" and even "safety" in mind, back then it was just "we're already doing laudanum shots and snorting ye olde powders, may as well jump on Old Jims Brain Scrambler Train and get dropped and spun at a faster rate than a centrifuge"

Oh you want us to put trim breaks in here? Safety restraints? No. Go in the salad spinner and meet god.

#THEY GO SO FUCKIN FAST MAN #LIKE. YOU SEE THRILL RIDES NOW AND YOU GO SHIT THESE THINGS ARE FAST #NAH DUDE LOOK AT THEIR ANCESTORS. THEIR EARLY RELATIVES #FUCKING. BANANAS THOSE THINGS GO SO FAST THEY'D TURN MODERN AUDIENCES INTO PASTE #also hi if this post sounds like im lamenting for a time gone by in the amusements industry im super not lmao #trim breaks and safety restraints UNVERSALLY GOOD FANTASTIC THINGS #i just think olden times thrill rides r funny as fuck #just. inventing machines to do things to the human body no loving force could ever concieve of fdghdfkjghfdjkg

[greenedbeans]

do you ever hear like some pop song or something and think 'damn i wish i could show this to a medieval tavern, they would have LOVED this'

#everyone talks about how people from the olden times would be freaked by modern stuff but #i think they would have loved a lot of the music #people LOVE music. can you inagine the tavern when they have bass that shakes the walls? they would be JAMMING #however if we live in a universe where time does have to be linear and therefore correct itself #then this would either change everything or nothing #and if we dont- (im taken out before i can start my ethics of time travel rant)

[gigamuffin]

nothings on but for the internet right now im going crazy

#im literally so bored im scrolling my image gallery on my phone #do you think they watched the birds and the trees back in the olden times and complained nothing was on #or is this a modern phenomena #do you think grug from cave times looked at the fields saw no worthy prey and complained nothings on #look a talking muffin

[pythoria]

astarion is such a great character but one reason that stands out to me is how he turns the vampire stereotype on its head. vampires from their inception have been metaphors for sexuality, back in ye olden times when religious and cultural dogma repressed people's desires and forbade acting on them. they've always represented latent sexuality and people's increasing desperation. they were a fantasy that allowed people to imagine not being bound by societal rules, but by their internal hunger, giving into it and how that might feel, but more than that, how it might feel to be a victim of that. women, especially, were not allowed to express any desires, so the vampire taking whatever they wanted, as well as being desired for something as intrinsic to your being as your blood - that's a powerful fantasy. at its core, vampirism is about loss of control, and people who hold onto control very tightly in their lives will find themselves drawn to vampires as a form of catharsis.

but that's where astarion comes in and flips it around. he's far from the first character to explore the negative sides of vampirism, but as a long-term fan of many fictional vampires, i think he does it best. primarily because his story delves into the sexual aspect and the loss of control much more, while maintaining a lot of realism. his vampirism is very grounded in reality; he has real human feelings about it. the idea that people would find the powerful vampire overpowering them alluring is contrasted by the very obvious (to us, a modern audience) issues with consent involved. if the vampire cannot control their hunger, if they have no control over the desires they act on, that might sound appealing to someone who has never been allowed to act on *any* desire, but the reality of it is horrifying. it's being a victim of assault at your own hands. it's people using you and you being unable to express any discomfort, because what *you* want is always backseating what the vampirism demands. the liberating feeling of being able to act on your desires turns into the claustrophobia of being unable to deny them at all.

vampirism always came with downsides, of course. not being able to walk in the sun (being exiled from the world and polite society), not being able to see your reflection (a loss of self), dying and being reborn, but not coming back quite the same, never being able to return to the person you once were (giving up life itself, but not arriving in a religious heaven, rather staying on earth past your time, defying god, giving up the chance at eternal bliss for the inherently sinful continuation of the flesh), eternal life (losing everyone you love, seeing everything end) akin to eternal damnation in hell. all of these downsides, and yet, with astarion, even the good bits are tainted, or turned into something negative.

on top of that, the choice to damn himself for any supposed benefits of vampirism wasn't even given to him. he was turned against his will, kept against his will, had his freedom - the only thing worth anything to a vampire - taken away. he didn't escape from a life that boxed him in, he was ripped away from a life he dearly misses. but then again, considering his actions as a magistrate, it's also a sort of divine punishment by proxy, one that is entirely disproportionate to his crimes, in a way only something as extreme as vampirism can be.

obviously the proxy for all this is cazador, but he is merely a personification of the dark force vampires are slaves to. cazador exists because it's much easier for an audience to understand how little control a vampire has over his actions when they can point to someone and say "you're at fault, astarion is innocent, you forced him to do all of those awful things". but the truth is, cazador doesn't have to exist. cazador's compulsion could be replaced by an amorphous urge, coming from inside astarion, outside of his control, and his character would make just as much sense, except it would be harder for everyone (including astarion himself) to separate the actions from the person. imagine a dark urge character who wanted to be good, but the urge wasn't something they could resist. imagine an evil dark urge run, killing everyone, but entirely against your will. would you defend that character? would you be able to redeem them if one day the urge ceased? would you even be willing to wait, to give them time to break free? or would you just kill them, as a mercy on the world? there's no surprise that most people would stake astarion on sight. maybe he can be redeemed eventually, but what about the time inbetween?

yes, this all comes from dnd vampire lore, so it applies across the board, not just for astarion. vampire spawn exist as a different entity from a fully-fledged vampire because it allows the spawn to keep a part of their humanity, their soul, and have their morality exist separately from the call of the blood. all of this makes astarion fascinating, and also somewhat easier to analyse.

#pythoria.txt #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #baldur's gate iii #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion analysis #ugh it's so hard to properly put it into words #long post

[happypotato48]

I’m The Most Beautiful Count Official Pilot Unhinged Breakdown

*update. the sub is up now. i'm glad i can be of help for an hour though. 😂

First of all ahhhhhhh, this is big ya'll the main character herself identify as lgbtq+ and kathoey. so the appropriate pronoun for this character is probably going to be she/them in english (this is just educated guess from the trailer but i'm pretty sure this going to be it.)

So it this a BL?? TL?? KL?? idk but i also don't care

She is out and proud and she's in the show biz.

Girl thought she in a prank show. this kind of scene is in so many stuff it's kinda get repetitive. but at least its open with hot man boobs.

That is the past live person's father doing the bashing. it's rough to watch but that servant boy jump out to take the hits got me.

So she's faking amnesia and i think this guy is an old flame.

Hubba hubba. this guy is the jackass king's who pushed our queen to save himself in previous scene brother

The past live bitch got some game. she managed to snatch all the hot noble men and that's mother behavior.

Ok so i think the plot of this show is old past live killed herself cause olden time queerphobic. modern time queen think she need to write the wrong of the past by feelling in love with one of these guys so she can get back to the present day, but she don't know which one of these is actually the one, hijinks ensue, etc.

That's all the gist of it, hope this help.

#dumb boy unhinged thoughts #bl drama #thai bl #thai ql #thai drama #thai series #change2561 lineup

[hwsing]

more nsfw for england please (i dont really need anything specific i just wanna know ur take on him) 🙏

what the brit’s like in bed

notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: england (arthur kirkland) as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cw: this is more blabbing than a coherent fic; discussion of arthur present and past. reader is described like they’re mortal for the majority of this. arthur is perverted; both soft and hard sex mentioned, very light bondage, blowjobs and cunninglings, mostly dom!arthur, phone sex, panty stealing, voice kink, roleplay, mention of spanking, daddy kink, body worship, praise. wc: about 1.6k. not proof read

in the modern day, arthur is… old. even if you hc him to still look like a twink, (cant say i agree but moving on,) spiritually and mentally he is old. he’s seen many many things — including quite a bit of sex. he’s by no means a stranger to it; don’t let his prudish attitude these days fool you. he’s gone through quite a few eras of his life where he viewed sex far more carelessly than he does now. although, even know, i dont think he’s quite uptight about it as one would think.. it’s just that he has standards now. he’d probably put it like that. whereas, back in the day, he probably viewed sex as something of a conquest. now, he sees it more as a connection between two (or more — although i do think he’s monogamous) people. that connection doesn’t have to be love — sometimes, it’s just a need for another body. arthur is a romantic deep down, though. likely because there’s been so many eras in his life when he was anything but romantic, he can’t help but crave it nowadays.

that being said, arthur now 100% believes in making love. i’m talking the whole 10 yards; he’ll hold your hands as he rocks his hips into yours, meticulous about fucking you deep and slow, even cooing at you. his heart feels heavier than it ever has before when you look up at him so sweetly; he almost always makes you cum at least once or twice before you even have sex with his fingers and mouth — both to tease you a bit and to prep you to be easier to fuck. as much as arthur often treats you like glass, he can’t help but take advantage of your dependence on him during times like this.

maybe it’s something left over from his olden days. something in him that craves ego and control; but……. how is he supposed to not get a bit of a power treat as he coaxes you onto your knees, having tied your wrists together with his belt, leaving you to sit obediently looking up at him? his face always feels so hot as he gets so much attention, but you’ll hardly see a peak of a blush as you suck him off. he especially likes when he’s still in his office wear clothes. the suits and all that, you know, the sleek shoes… really sets in the mood for him. if he’s feeling particularly mean that day, he’ll even suggest you get yourself off on his shoe as you sit there. watching you shyly try to grind yourself on his shoe, only to start pathetically rutting when you finally get close; he almost forgets his cock is shoved down your throat as he cums, his hards keeping your head there for a moment as you whine, forcing you to swallow his load. i already wrote about how he likes to go down on his partner here, so go read that if you havent yet <3

arthur is a pretty busy guy. he’s more involved in his country’s politics than some of the other nations, which leads to him working a lot… sometimes overseas. or, worse, you guys are already a long distance couple as it is (don’t worry, though. regardless, he’ll want you to move in by year three, and that’s the long guess; when arthur is in love, he’s in love.) basically, there’s bound to be times when you’re away from each other quite a bit. arthur would probably rather die than show himself as clingy — ugh, even thinking about it makes his brow furrow. and so, he may or may not have discreetly taken a pair of used underwear with him… just for when he really needs it! he’s not some perverted demon, okay? he can use his own imagination… it’s just… it’s so much easier with your used panties wrapped around his cock as he pumps… of course he took a sniff first to help him really picture the scene — stop, he’s not weird! the next night, though, he’s likely to call you up. first, it’s a pretty normal call, but he transitions the conversation to what he wants with a surprising amount of smoothness. maybe it’s just his voice that can easily coax you to do as he wants — oh, right. if you have a thing for his voice at all — and i meant at all, he will pick up on it and 100% use it against you.

he’s bigger on dirty talk than he’d like to admit. he just can’t help it — especially over the phone, what else is he supposed to do?!! his usually stable voice is almost breathy as he tells you what to do; he’s guiding you through the entire thing. if you whine at all about how you can’t do it like he can, he’s so quick to encourage you. various petnames like love, darling, and good girl/boy/etc are falling off his tongue as he coos you. it makes his heart flutter and dick twitch when you’re the needy one.

he’s always going to tease you about it a bit, especially if you’re shy about it. he’ll show faux sympathy for the way you blush and look away, grasping your face back to look at him; “what ever could have you so worked up like this, i wonder?” he’ll ask, tilting his head as he looks at you with a knowing, smug smile tugging at his thin lips. when you murmur about how he shouldn’t tease, he’ll claim that he was only asking an honest question. he’ll encourage you, saying that if there’s you want, you’ll have to use your words. when you inevitably say you want him to fuck you, or that you want his cock, he’ll chuckle, the cheekiest blush dusting lightly over his cheeks. “oh, that’s what you’re after, is it?” he muses, unbuckling his belt. “ask for it properly, then.”

as you can imagine, arthur quite like titles. he doesn’t think it’s something he really needs, but when you whimper for daddy or even sir, perhaps master if the situation calls for it, he almost cums every time. arthur tries pretty hard to stay as the one in control, but you make it awfully hard for him to not bend you over the kitchen table and take you when you start to use the term so causally. in private, of course. he’d probably die if you ever called him that in public. he definitely thinks its a very… intimate matter, so it would catch him quite off guard for you to say it outside of the bedroom but still inside the comfort of your own home. he’ll look over at you, jaw clenching as he sees your pretend innocence, smiling at him as if you only called him dear. what a tease — he can’t have that, of course. seems like you’ll need some discipline.

on a lighter note, arthur really does love your body, whatever that may look like. at his age, any sense of a physical type has sort of faded, anyways. he’ll take his time to kiss all over you, groping you ad sweetly as one can as he tells you how beautiful you are. he can find it a bit difficult to express how much he loves you sometimes, but he’s adamant on making sure you can feel how much he cherishes you during such intimate moments. he finds himself quite flustered if you ever do it back; kissing along his neck as you unbutton his shirt, whispering about how much you need him while palming his cock, telling him how good he makes you feel; he thinks about it for weeks after, though. totally worth it.

i almost forgot! arthur is a very creative and imaginative person. while he does always imagine you as you, some of the sexual power dynamics that develop in the relationship can’t help but make him wonder… what if you were his servant? he’ll get you a maid or butler outfit or whatever you want — it’ll be a slightly more skimpy version, of course, but still realistic enough for him to have his fantasy. the scene would probably go something like; you’re his new servant, who’s a bit of a mess but means well. he comes home from a particularly stressful day at work, and after you spill the tea you were going to serve him, he spanks you as punishment. he gets really into it — of course, lots of aftercare, don’t even worry about that. he’ll be a bit apologetic about the marks lingering on the flesh of your ass for the days to come, but he also definitely feels a certain type of way about it. he doesn’t love any obvious marks — not today, anyways. punk arthur and pirate arthur were probably more into hickies littering their partners neck, but modern arthur thinks it’s trashy… so secret marks like this, that no one else but him can see? when you sit down and wince a little, and he’s the only one that knows why? woo!

#my work #rare hwsing post #hetalia #aph hetalia #hetalia hc #hetalia headcanons #hetalia x reader #hws hetalia #aph england #england x reader #arthur kirkland #arthur kirkland x reader

[judyfromfinance]

Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

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Chapter 4

This new world you found yourself in was so vast, and so so terrifying at the same time. Beautiful but other worldly. Like it shouldn’t be real and yet here you are. Witnessing it with your own eyes. You were walking along the spindly branches of the world tree as you followed Sindri to his home. You stared out into the vast periwinkle void and you could’ve sworn you felt something stare back. You think back to your earlier thoughts. Beautiful yet terrifying. Lovecraftian in a sense, but some of his work was based off of Norse mythology so I guess calling something Lovecraftian that existed before him and even may have given him inspiration was just not right. But hey, it made sense in your head.

After Atreus came back in from his talk with Odin, Kratos showed up a couple of minutes after. They got into a slight argument, as they tend to do, and then Kratos decided that it was best to see what had gotten his boy so wrapped up that it would cause him to lie to his own father. But of course that left you, a mortal that could barely use a sword and could definitely not scale cliffs as easily as the two gods before you. “I can just stay here if you want?” Kratos just shook his before continuing to think. “They might come after you again.” He stated. You shook slightly at the thought. Atreus looked at with concern but you saw a twinkle of something else. Curiosity. He took a couple of cautious steps towards you. “Why were they here? What did they talk about?” He questioned. You knew what he really wanted to ask though. What could those gods possibly want with you? And again, just like when you first met them, you told them the truth.

“They think that I can help them prevent Ragnarök somehow.” You turned on your heel as you paced back and forth. You looked back up at them with a sigh of exasperation. “I don’t know how they knew but they knew! They knew I wasn’t from here. I don’t know exactly how much they know because our conversation didn’t get that far.” You think back to your fear ridden self. Your first thought was to get out of there. Not about possibly getting answers of your own. “I don’t know why they would think that but… I don’t know… I’m just really confused right now. I’m sorry.” You mutter softly. You felt like a burden. Not only are you slightly messing up the timeline, though they don’t know that, but you can’t even help them with their problems. They saved your life. They fed you. They clothed you. They gave you a warm bed and helped teach you about this land and all you can say is ‘I don’t know’ and ‘I’m sorry.’ Maybe… maybe you should finally tell them. But how would you even go about explaining it. ‘Hey your whole life’s a video game for other people’s entertainment!’ just wouldn’t cut it. As your mind began to spiral you heard a soft spoken voice speak up.

“She’ll be safe at our house.” Everyone turns to look at the dwarf in the doorway. Sindri smiled and waved. “All of you are welcome actually. You probably need a new place to lay your heads since this one is… well…” he looked towards the hole in the roof. “Compromised. Heh.”

And that’s what lead you to know. Walking through this mystical looking void, trying desperately not to peek over the edges of the branches. The thought of tumbling over your own feet and falling to your death in an endless void making you sick to your stomach. Sindri turns back around to you and starts up a conversation. “Me and my brother don’t often have visitors so this will be new and exciting. Hopefully? Just uh… wipe your feet off before you enter. If you can?” You nod your head in acknowledgment. “Yea I can do that. I can leave my shoes at the front door if you want? Don’t really need them inside tracking mud and melted snow anyways.” He stops before you, hands on his hips and a slight smile on his face. “That’s actually a great idea. I should implement that. Thank you!” You giggle before gasping in shock. A bright white light in the shape of a door appears before you. Sindri ushers you forward as you slowly push yourself through the mist. It felt tingly. Like when you scrub your sock covered feet against the carpet and go to poke at someone. But instead it’s all over your body. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s quite shocking nonetheless. Sindri follows behind you.

“By they way, I think we may have found some items that belong to you.” You furrowed your brow. Confused on what he could have that might belong to you. “What do you mean?” He goes to open the door of his grand treehouse. Taking off his heavy duty boots as he continued, “Well Atreus told me a lot about you. How you may not be of this world and well, Brok and I have found some…” he swallows as he tilts his head. “Unusual items on some of our scavenging expeditions. So I’m just assuming here.” He turns quickly towards you with his hands raised high as you unbuckle your boots. “Of course I could be wrong so if I am I apologize for over stepping.” You place your boots next to his as you wave your hand at him. “Don’t worry about it dude. It’s fine. But I’d like to see them if you don’t mind.” He nods before another burly voice interrupts him.

“So you’re that weird mortal girl they found on deaths doorstep.” Brok looks you up and down behind his smithing station and huffs. “Yea, you look like you wouldn’t be able to survive a greasy warthog tooting at ya, let alone Fimbulwinter.” Sindri gasps before turning to you. “I am so sorry. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by that.”

“Like hell I did!” You couldn’t stop the laughter as it burst forth. You grasped your knees as your stomach started to ache. Honestly, what he said wasn’t even that funny but you couldn’t help but feel a slight weight be lifted off of you at his strange behavior and odd idioms. You calmed down before apologizing. “I’m sorry, that was just…” you shook your head as you tried to find words to describe your thoughts. “I don’t know man, that was just fucking funny I guess.” Sindri looked appalled at your foul language as Brok bellowed out a laugh not to dissimilar from your own. “I like this one. Well come on then! We haven’t got all day, you wanna see those odd contraptions or not?” You nod enthusiastically as you make your way over to him. He bends down and grabs a big wooden box. “I can tell one of them is a bag but it’s definitely an odd looking one. Don’t know what’s in it. Didn’t care enough to open it and the other one?” He just shrugs. “Fuck if I know what that damn thing is. It gets bright sometimes that’s all I know.” You nodded as you opened the box.

“Oh my god! It’s all my shit! Holy fuck thank you! How did it even get here? Where did y’all find it?” You shouted in shock and awe. Brok laughed his ass off as Sindri sighed. “Do you always speak like that?” You nod your head but apologized to him anyways. This was his home after all. You grab your pink and blue Little Twin Stars mini backpack. It had dirt smudges everywhere and a couple of claw marks. Looked like an animal tried to get into it but gave up halfway. It wasn’t as pristine as you usually kept it back at home but it was here! In your hands! You push it to the sides for now. As you look into the box and swiped your phone. You could cry. It was your phone! Fuck what everyone else said about the evils of material goods in the modern world. You spent good, hard earned money on these things. Of course you’re gonna enjoy them! You’re a material girl in a material world and that’s all you’ll ever wanna be. And you won’t feel sorry about it either. You turned your phone over and looked at the the pink Cardcaptor Sakura phone case. You looked at your phone charms dangling on the side. Toro Inoue and Pipimi and Popuko. They were dirty but fine. You then look towards the screen. Sadly it was cracked. Starting from the left corner down to about halfway down the screen in a spiderweb like fashion. Thankfully though, you had a screen protector. Your iPhone recognized your face as it opened up and you were bombarded with notifications from all of your apps. You began going through them, not even giving a second thought to how your phone is possibly working here at all. Sindri and Brok flanked both sides of you as they watched your fingers slide across the screen. Moving bright little boxes with words they couldn’t understand. Brok, starting to get restless, slapped your shoulder and asked “What the hel is that thing?” Sindri nodded, “I would very much like to know too.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry. I just got really excited. Um…” you try to think of a way to explain what a phone is to people that don’t even know what technology is. “How do I put this? This is a phone. It allows me to contact people from far away. So say I was here with you guys and let’s say Atreus was all the way across Midgard right and he uh, he also had one of these. We would be able to talk to each other no problem.” Now that you’re hearing yourself out loud you cringe a bit. Describing how things worked or what things did was never your forte. If anyone back at home were to ask you to explain anything you’d hit them with a “I don’t know. Google it.” Sadly, you can’t really do that here. And you can tell that you explanation wasn’t all that great as they still looked confused.

“How does that work? And how can you control all those things with your fingers? Can it do anything else? One day it stated to make a, in my opinion, grating noise. Why did it do that?” Sindri just piled on question after question. And you felt bad because you didn’t know if you’d be able to answer all of them. Brok noticing your exasperation slapped Sindri on the back as he moved around the table. “Give the girl some room. You starting to sound like an ingreased cog.” Sindri stumbled forward as he turned to glare at Brok. “Ow.” He huffed before Turing back towards you. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head and smiled. “No need to apologize. I get it. It’s something new and interesting. You want to know more about it and I don’t blame you. But even though this is mine I don’t know how everything in it works. I just know that it does.” He shuffles forward towards a small door. “I understand. Here, this used to be a broom closet but we renovated it slightly to be a room. I know it’s not the best thing in the world but it’s a place to lay your head.” You peek into the room with a smile on your face. Definitely still is a broom closet if the mop in the corner was anything to go by. But the bed on the other size of the room that seemed to be the perfect size for you was nothing to sneeze at. “It’s perfect Sindri. Thank you.” You turn towards Brok. “And thank you too.” You grab your backpack and the bag you brought with you from the cabin and set them right next to your bed. You turn towards the door and looked at the Huldra brothers with a fond smile.

“I hope you don’t mind but I think I’m gonna sleep for a bit. It’s been a pretty eventful day.” Brok nodded before leaving. You can hear the sound of hammering start back up on the other side of the wall. Sindri smiles, “Of course.” He goes to close the door before peeking his head back in and saying a quick, “Sweet dreams.” He blushes before slamming the door closed. You hear him mutter something before scampering away. Brok lets put a hefty laugh, making fun of his brother’s embarrassment. You lay down and stare at the ceiling. You hear Sindri leave through the front door. Most likely to bring Kratos and Atreus back to their newfound home. You bring your phone back up to your face. And open it. You click on an app that you know all too well. As you scroll through all the different fanart of the very same characters that you are sharing a home with your struck with the sudden fear that your gonna have to come up with some way to help these people. You can’t let any of them die. But again, what can a mortal do amongst gods? You have the advantage of knowing what is going to happen and when. But how good is that when these gods can easily over power you and kill you. You have to tell them. You have to tell them everything. They’ll be able to help you come up with a game plan. You sigh as you turn off your phone and turn to your side. Staring at the stationary mop and bucket of water. You just hope that Kratos will listen to you. You hope that they all will. And maybe, maybe they won’t be mad. God help you.

Sorry this took so long y’all. My sisters been letting me use her pc and I’ve been playing Stardew Valley with a bunch of different mods and loving it! There’s a mod that make Toshinori Yagi a marriageable character and AAAAAAA I love him. Anyways hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Let me know what y’all think in the tags or the comments. Thank you~

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#Olden Times. Modern Thinking. #heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #god of war x reader #heimdall gow x reader #gow reader insert

[ganondoodle]

there are multiple posts about there being made a deal with .. illumination ... to make a ....zelda movie..... over on twitter and i tweeted about me not being happy about it and hoping its not a thing (given how successful the mario one was ..... well, its gained alot more probabillity) and that yes i am 100% sure it will be bad and it WILL impact how i feel about the franchise bc i do care about it and dont want it to be bad-

it blew up over night and people got extremely upset about my opinion that i posted on my account so much so they either started insulting me over it, calling the zelda fandom toxic and insane (bc apparently i am the CEO of zelda fandom on twitter and am also toxic and insane) or start 20+ reply threads arguing with people while not untagging me on any of them

idk why it keeps happening that my random opinion posts blow up over there but maybe i finally reached a following size where i am in immediate danger of my harmless personal opinions to get passed around like i have some sort of authority over reality and i need to be rectified for it, but man its getting exhausting

so, hey tumblr!! thanks for not treating me like that for the most part! here goes my actually unfiltered opinion twitter would not be able to handle

i absolutely HATE the idea of a zelda movie, and i think it CANNOT be good unless you somehow get hayao miyazaki to do what he wants with it but we all know that aint happening and i also hate the thought of having to wade through and endless amount of screenshots of it bc it will make me see it, yes this time i actually do have a seething hatred for it, can you imagine crisp rat link????? i took psychic damage just wrtiting that and no its not even worth to have it just to make fun of it bc this isnt a funney ye olden times CDI crap but a modern billion dollar movie thats inevitably gonna be seen by millions of people and i will have to live with the knowledge most people will think of that first when i dare even mention liking zelda, i cannot express the shame i would feel i wish i actually had authority over reality to stop it from happening aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#ganondoodles talks #probably also bc i got less than half the following here #but still it feels like its gotten more toxic over there #calling me toxic and the zelda fandom toxic bc i had an opinion they didnt like is so funny tho #like ME?? the embodiement of the zelda fandom?? ME?? #also i think people take my posts way too seriously #but no actually i WILL drop dead if they make it and its bad -it will be bad- out of shame for ever being invested in this franchise #bc way more people watch movies than play games and theyre gonna think of that first thing from then on when i mention zelda #shout outs to the guy calling me an asshole and saying they will watch the movie multiple times just to spite me #i do not wish to know whats going on in your brain #get well soon

[thelampisaflashlight]

Headcanons surrounding the abbey, the siblings, and the ghouls. Let's go.

-The abbey is a mix of new and old architecture, with an emphasis on cohesively blending the newer wings with the older parts of the building, at least from an aesthetic standpoint.

However, there are some parts of the abbey that have been intentionally cut off by modern additions, in other words; There are parts of the abbey that are visible form the outside, but completely inaccessible from within.

These parts of the abbey are either structurally unsound, thus dangerous for anyone to venture into, or have been sealed for reasons unknown.

As a result of this decision to conceal rather than demolish these areas, the abbey has a very mazelike layout akin to the Winchester Mansion, and new and old siblings of sin are often seen consulting maps to find their way around.

-The basement where the ghouls reside/where their dorms are housed is NOT the abbey's "real" basement; The abbey's actual basement, where the electrical panels and pipes feed down to, is only accessible through two points on the property.

The first entrance is located through a door labeled, "Custodial Services Only", and is pretty obvious, given that the door itself is painted bright red and has a keypad beside it, whereas the other one is located... somewhere.

Yeah, no one actually knows where the second entrance is, but it's somewhere outside.

The ghouls also have another way of getting into the actual basement, but that's because ghouls really love to dig.

-Speaking of weird shit underground, if it wasn't bad enough that the abbey is a maze, there's plenty of places where one could accidentally wind up in the catacombs, because, yeah, not only do they have two basements, they have a tunnel of bones, too!

Mountain says it used to be used for burials back in the olden days, but that it eventually took on a more sinister history that he prefers not to delve into.

Dew sometimes hangs out down there with "the nuns", and he won't elaborate more on what he means by that, and everyone is lowkey a little concerned.

-On the topic of the nuns though... Yeah, there's a bunch of dead nuns floating around the place, which may or may not be the reason why the library is so fucking haunting, but we digress.

Many of the siblings report seeing apparitions of nuns -not sisters of sin in their habits, straight up nuns- traveling through some of the more secluded hallways, and on occasion one of the old chapels seems to be filled with the sounds of prayers spoken in Latin despite the room itself being condemned and empty.

This is another place where Dew can be found from time to time, seemingly having conversations with the air.

-The infirmary is one of the newer additions to the abbey, as the older wing dedicated to medical services was bricked shut during renovations decades ago and has been left to rot ever since.

There's a challenge among the medical staff, ghouls included, in which they have to travel from the infirmary to the old wing, touch the wall where the door used to be, and come back, and there are marks from where they've placed their hands there.

Aether undertook this mission solo after his retirement, needing to feel some kind of connection to the abbey and leave his mark, and truth be told he's never quite been the same since.

According to him, once you see the wall, it's impossible not to feel different.

"You'll always know someone is looking out for you... whether you like it or not."

And lastly;

-There's a rumor among the siblings that there's a secret cemetery in the woods surrounding the abbey, but no one has been able to find it... at least no one who's lived to tell the tale.

Many more scientifically minded folks think these individuals may have fell victim to sinkholes or one of the edgeless, cavernous wells -such as Ol' Dens' Pond- that have cropped up over the years, but no one can say for certain.

In a way, perhaps, it is a self made graveyard, born of aimless wandering and a lack of caution.

Though the worn crosses turned to naught moss covered stones beg to differ.

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons #sibling of sin #sister of sin #sibling of sin headcanons #sister of sin headcanons

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Male! Archpriest x gn! Penpal! Ill! Reader

OOOH I've been waiting for this guy. He's been planned ever since the start, and I finally got to write him! Enjoy the convoluted world building between him and the other yandere men of Saphiri!

BTW: Liviticus has always been one of my beloved OCs with quite the lore, so forgive me if it did get a bit too confusing hshadad he is a priest, but I am not confining him to our existing religions of modern society. So it's up to you which religion, may it be made up or not, he is serving. I think this is also the first time i'm explicitly telling the physical appearance of the yandere? I don't remember. But yeah!

Yandere! God name: Liviticus

TW: Reader has cancer, death

BE WARNED, THIS IS LONG... LIKE MY LONGEST FIC.

Liviticus Obelia has always been a pious man.

He had everything in his life. Money, a loving family, anything he wanted, needed, and more.

With his extravagant life with his rich family, he had always thought that he should return the blessings he got to the people. But he doesn't know how though. First of all, he's an awkward man. He doesn't know how to interact that much due to being an introvert, and people avoid him quite a lot due to his Family's financial status being at the 1 percentile. Second, he had always thought that social aspects of society is not needed for people like him who is independently content with themselves.

Those words coming from the 10 year old Liviticus while sniffling from being rejected by a group of friends made his eldest sister, Koh, roll her eyes and pat him on the head, and his little sister, Kaoeia, giggle.

So, he found himself burying himself in books in the library his father owns.

Sure, there are more child friendly books there, but what got his attention was theology books about different religions.

He would religiously read all of them, immersing himself in the mythos of the gods he's reading on it. Even those of the olden and forgotten. His eyes would sparkle whenever he reads a book about them, maybe a holy scripture, and now, 15 years later, he graduated from his theology course.

Seeing as this was a good opportunity to now return the blessings he got from god, he enters the holy church of the religion of his choosing.

He takes the oath, and was quickly becoming a beloved member of the church.

With how genuine he is with helping people and "repenting" about having too much in his life, it's no wonder people and his fellow church personnel love him.

That, and his angelic looks was something that added to the his popularity.

With his long, ash golden hair that softly drapes on his shoulders like waterfalls, his eyelashes that almost looks white on his smooth skin, and his amber eyes that looks gold in the sunlight, he looks like an entity not of this world at all.

Everyone felt so compelled to rely on Liviticus. With his tall stature and strong build, added with his soft and understanding personality that will make even the most of the martyrs jealous, he exudes an almost godly energy in him.

He's genuine with helping too. He's that much of a good man.

That means, a lot of people wanted to be his romantic partner.

But when asked, he would just smile that partially blinded those who asked.

"I am not ready for that yet. I have devoted myself in serving the people right now."

Oh, how pious he is.

If they only knew.

Liviticus, is seen as a man who is extremely devoted to the religion he's serving.

With how he is and his high rank in the church, it is no doubt that he's a man of virtue and holiness.

It was true. He is a pious man. Someone who's serving his god/s with the full extent of his efforts, heart, and soul. He's also genuine with helping people and repenting on having too much.

But Liviticus was nothing short of just putting up a facade of devotion to god/s.

In reality, he's interested in religion, sure, but not in the devoted vision. He's someone who looks at every religion as entertainment. Just like how people treat Greek Mythology as stories, he looks at all of religions like that. No matter how widespread and popular it is.

Even the religion and church he's serving is nothing more than work to him and an obligation to serve.

He treats them as mere stories that fascinated a lot of people to the point of mass fascination. Was all of these true? Did all of these stories written in the holy scriptures of the religions he studied actually happen?

If they're fictional, how did it capture the heart of a lot of people? Did the author intend for it to be so big and so... Religious? How did they feel? Was the sensational occurrence changed something in them?

And, if they're actually real...

Then,

How can he be a god himself?

In a weird twist, Liviticus was so enamored with the godly figures in the religions he read that he wants to become one.

As unreasonable as it is, he doesn't care.

He's too in his head to think rationally.

So, him serving the people went from a genuine guilt to feeling like it's an obligation, a task to become a god. After all, he wants to be the helpful type of god.

In his mind, it was a practice in order to serve his future devotees.

The reason why he wants to be one?

Well, other than being an archpriest, he was an author beforehand.

He had created a world inside his high end laptop just like how normal fantasy authors have.

But in his case, he as an author, is a character in it. Nay, an active role inside of it as if the world is real.

He had created Saphiri. A world in which there's new currencies, new languages, new magic infused technology, entities, and of such.

Every single detail is well thought out. He even had different folders for different aspects. Like the languages folder has more folders containing new words, letters, and numbers. Magic? New runes and inspired elemental systems. Currencies? He has made a vector art of the coins and cash, and how it circulates between different countries.

He's too meticulous that it was almost unbelievable.

And his proofreader and the only other person who reads his works?

It's you.

Liviticus was rarely seen outside of the church grounds.

And if he was outside, it's usually to visit his family, or...

Liviticus sighed in content, reading the newest addition to his world. It was a person (not character. He hates that term) named Eros. He's still a child, but once he got your approval, he will work on Eros' upbringing.

The elevator dings, signaling that he reached his floor.

Once the doors opened, the smell of the sterile environment of the hospital lingers on his nose. He hears the nurses, doctors, patients and visitors alike walking and talking amongst themselves.

Thanks to his friend, who is the hospital chairperson here, Xavier allowed Liviticus to move you to one of the private suites.

You and Liviticus met when his family got a penpal for him. They saw how he's struggling with connecting to other people, and suggested penpals.

You were not that far, at least two cities away. And you're the same age as him too. That made it easier to connect with you.

Because apparently, he's shy when it comes to in person connection. He felt awkward staring into other people since he always felt a wall between them, let alone connecting with them. So, a penpal was more or less a cry of help.

And it worked amazingly. He liked you a lot since you love writing, albeit not in the theological sense like he was. You're an amazing writer, and has a keen eye when it comes to looking at plotholes. So, he regularly sends small drafts and manuscripts along with the letter with you.

You are patient with him, always treating him with kindness that he never felt from other people. Even when he's being rude and aloof, you patiently broke his walls down and now he's attached to you.

Being his only friend, he shared a lot of things to you. His desire to be god, the questions about religions, etc. He felt safe with you. You weren't judging him, and always answered his questions with a critical, neutral eye. Yet these replies still held the softness and friendliness he took comfort in.

Liviticus longed to see you in real life, but you weren't exactly as blessed financially as him. Sure, he's only two cities away, but your family didn't really want you going out and buying tickets or buying gas just to meet a penpal. He yearned to see your face finally, to see your face in real life and hold you close.

He wants you so bad that it's almost painful to breath. You were the only one who understood him. Even his family didn't understand him that much.

So, he took this yearning to another level.

Seeing that you were so nice to him, he decided to adapt your personality in real life. Gentle, kind, friendly... Someone who's easy to talk to and is incredibly patient and heartfelt. Helpful and genuine, Liviticus felt closer to you as he took your characteristics as his own. It felt like you were there with him.

And, years passed by...

Finishing his degree and finally having the time and permission of his family, he drove his newly bought car to your city just to find you.

His heart pounding, he found your address that you told him years ago, and saw you on the stairs of your home, sitting and writing something on your lap.

A letter. His letter.

He smiles and runs outside of his car to meet you, hugging you without any warning that freaked you out.

But, when you saw who he was, you grinned widely and hugged him back.

The rest is history...

But why is he in the hospital in present day, looking despondent while slapping his face to gather courage?

Two years within meeting you in real life, Liviticus regularly visited you. Spending time with you and getting to know you more in a personal level.

But, heated glances and affectionate gazes weren't lost. Both of you were two hearts beating in sync, as if the world intended the both of you to be together. It was a natural pull, and if the concept of soulmates were real, you were his, and he was yours.

A kiss on the lips on your birthday, Liviticus' mind slipped from trying to become god momentarily.

He's so happy just being by your side.

But then...

When he had to train to serve the church he chose, he had minimal contact with you. But, despite not having a label yet, he knew you would wait.

You would wait, right?

Then, one day, his phone rang. It felt weird, since it was already 3am, but he answered it.

He found himself feeling like heaven fell on him as the phone dropped to the floor, cracking the protector on it. He grabbed his coat and ran to his car to your house, almost violating road laws on the way.

You suddenly collapsed that night while trying to drink water. Your stomach felt so painful, like it was eating you inside out. You were so pale and white, and with a trembling body, you collapsed on your kitchen, being found by your mother who got startled awake.

When you were rushed to the hospital, you were found to have colon cancer.

It was almost too much for you, making you wonder what you did wrong to deserve such an ailment on your body.

And Liviticus felt like it was cruel. Too cruel.

You were so good and sweet, so why did you get such a dangerous and life threatening condition? And at such a late stage too?

Then and there, Liviticus truly questioned everything.

If god/the gods is/are real, then why were you being tested like this? You didn't do anything bad at all. You can't hurt a fly, so why hurt you?

Is this punishment due to him questioning their existence? Is this a cruel revenge due to him being preposterous and daring to be god? Is this an unfair judgement on a person that has nothing to do with him being unholy?

He might as well be swallowed by hell than seeing you cry your eyes out with such painful wails of agony.

He forced insisted on footing the bill. You and your family were adamant, but he insisted. His family was willing too, seeing as they had the money to spend and that you were also loved by them. And, you were transferred to his city to monitor you closely and closer to the best doctors out there.

He regularly visited you, always making sure to treat you like usual. Reading manuscripts and making you judge them. He tried to be cheerful. He really did.

But, seeing you getting weaker and weaker everyday was painful. You looked tired, but still carried a smile to comfort him as he kisses your hand.

And everyday, he got more and more desperate praying to gods to forgive him for being preposterous. He wants you to be healed, or even just transfer the sickness to him.

Anything at all.

He did all of these good things, and forgot his want to be god, just to appease those up above.

Suddenly, he became religious.

But it was not enough.

He numbly stands outside your door. The doctors and nurses were desperately trying to wake you up. But your limp body didn't respond at all.

You were dead.

Everything became a blur to him.

One thing, he's calling your family, then him consoling them, his family consoling him, then picking your coffin, and then now he's leading the funeral, blessing your coffin as you got buried in a mausoleum.

He only snapped out of his trance when he's kneeling in front of your grave, in the dead of the night, with only the moon and candles illuminating him. The wind was still, so was the night. It's as if letting him snap out of his mind.

His lips trembled, and in his priest garments, he shuffled close to your grave and hugged it, tears silently streamed down his face as he cried without a noise.

Everything felt so... Dull.

He did everything for the gods to forgive him, but they didn't. If they were real, then they would see his repentance, right?

But now, all he could do is weep. His heart torn apart as it got buried alongside you.

If you wish, he wants to be buried along you too.

Then, anger came.

Why can't they see it? Why can't they see that he's doing his best for them to forgive him? Why were you dead? You were innocent in all of this! You were only indulging his sins and was not directly mocking them! Is this his punishment? To break his heart this greatly?!

Is it not enough to shatter him, but you too?!

You had so much to live for! You were an excellent writer, and had plans to publish your book!

And...

"I.. I didn't even get to court you properly..." He wept, shakily taking a breath.

He pressed his sweaty forehead on your picture, tears still silently falling as he placed a chaste kiss on your face.

He got home that night, and left an email to the church that he's quitting.

He can't kept pretending to be okay.

Rotting in his bed on the days passed, he wished and longed to be in your arms again. To touch you, feel you once more.

Maybe, it will be a good idea to do something to distract him. You won't like it seeing him so miserable, and he needed to make you proud even if you were in the afterlife.

Trudging to his desk, his once Luscious ash blonde hair was dull, and his white eyelashes were permanently wet. His amber eyes dark and lost of sheen, he looked at the Saphiri folder in front of him before opening another document.

With shaky hands, he finally wrote his document. His role as god in that world.

He wrote in which he's someone who desired to be god to entertain his lover, y/n. He created this world solely for you, and just you. He wrote that he came from a world called Earth, and that is ascension to godhood was to see if he can meet you again. He wrote that he got transmigrated to this world, and had the godly powers like a worldbuilding author. And that he had more than enough power to pull your soul back to life in that world.

He finished writing by 4am, and he got to his bed with a small smile on his face.

Not knowing that what he wrote birthed to a world where he's ascended to godhood.

When he woke up, he's in an endless void of an opal sheen, and he was floating in the middle of it.

His heart pounded, looking down at his outfit.

A white cloth draped over him to look like a robe, and a gold anklet.

"Where am I?"

The void in front of him rippled, and he flinched before gasping.

A tear in front of him appeared, and it was overlooking a planet so green and blue, like earth but different...

Somehow, this felt natural.

He raised his hand and tried to "zoom in". And just as expected, the "screen" zoomed in, making him look over what seems like an old England inspired Empire, but he can see differences.

Magic.

In awe, he looked and watched as people and different types of creatures, familiar and new interacted with one another. He's beginning to be entertained until he heard the newspaper boy yell.

"Saphiri news! Saphiri news! The Crown Prince Yuno had a scandal! A mistress? What happens to his fiancee?!"

Saphiri?

His heart pounded as he tried to do something more.

"F-find Duke Eros."

And, in command, the screen flew up high and went to a majestic chateau.

There was a man, also in early 20's, talking with his soldiers with a frown on his face.

It is Saphiri. His creation.

He stumbled back, but only got to sit in a chair that materialized behind him.

"Oh god..." He muttered, eyes wide with disbelief.

He did it. Godhood.

He became a god.

Not just any god, but the god of his own world.

He scoffs in disbelief, still in shock as he slowly internalized what's happening.

"No way..." He smirks, a bit excited, before remembering where the hell he was.

"Shit... Um, home?"

And indeed, another rip in the void happened. There's his room, just outside of the rip.

This was surreal.

He closed the void by running his hand down on the void.

He tried to remember what happened, but all he could remember now was...

"Y/n."

He gulped. He remembered writing down that he should have enough power to make you alive here.

So, he closed his eyes and puts his hand forward.

"Y/n, come back to my arms, please."

And slowly, light sprites danced around him, making his eyes shot up and look in wonder as it, your feet, materialized in front of him.

In an agonizing speed that drained his energy, he focused on bringing your soul to him. Sweat trickled his forehead as you appeared slowly, bit by bit.

And once you fully materialized, you fell down, making Liviticus catch you.

He caught the familiar whiff of the cologne you use, before you got admitted to the hospital. Your being overwhelmed his senses, as he found himself crying again.

"Y/-y/n?" He whispered, making you stir.

Oh god...

"Liviticus?" You whispered, eyes slowly blinking open.

He desperately hugged you tighter, sobbing loudly on your neck.

He missed you so bad.

"You're alive! Oh god you're alive..." He painfully said out, the hiccups making him seem like a lost child.

You were also in disbelief. You swore you died, but here you are, hugging Liviticus in a weird white robe. You wanted to question everything, but seeing Liviticus cry in your arms was enough to make you shut up and just sooth him, smiling and grateful to be alive. You weren't in pain anymore, and that's enough.

Liviticus explained the situation to you, and you were amazed. He became a god? And he revived you?

You felt so flustered and grateful once more. If it weren't for him, you're still dead. And, even if you were dead, you didn't get to thank him when he took care of you back in earth.

Speaking of, you tried to go back to Earth, but it's as if a barrier was placed when you tried to enter the rip. But you were satisfied here already, in this void with him.

Slowly, the void got filled with a small pocket dimension only the both of you knew. A light blue sky with a night and day cycle, cute creatures that both of you wrote about now came to life, a valley filled with familiar and new flora, and a small, cozy house on top of a hill.

It's as if you were watching a movie as you watch him affect Saphiri. He pulled a person from Earth and made him appear on the throne of the Emperor. He became Aeron.

You were shocked at the twists when Aeron became a Demon King, and be obsessed with his darling.

You also got invested in the love story of Duke Eros and his darling. The way both him and her curbstomped the shitty crown prince Yuno was amazing, and it made you hoot and holler like you're watching a soap opera.

And Callisto.

The fact that Liviticus made Callisto self aware was a twist you didn't expect, and after sending Callisto back, you tackled Liviticus and gushed about how insane it was.

Liviticus grinned, hugging you back and kissing your forehead.

He loves seeing you so happy and entertained.

But that's the thing.

Now, he's the one treating the world he created as if it was still a document on his computer. Forgetting they're real people that had lives of their own. And not just mere characters on paper.

He became the thing he detested back then.

Foolish gods who're just blindly putting unjust punishments for their own good, entertainment, or want.

Thousands of lives under this god who only has one goal, and it's to entertain naive you, who also shared his outlook that these people, this world is just something that they can mess with.

But who cares?

Liviticus is god.

And you were his deity, his soulmate.

You want to ruin Saphiri? Sure. Why not. Want it prosper? He'll do it.

The world is putty in his hands, and he's putty in yours.

So who is really in charge here?

But all you should know is that this omnipresent being is at your beck and call, so pull him closely. You don't know what he won't do for you.

Yandere! Male! Omnipresent! God x Reincarnated! Deity! gn! Reader

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #yandere imagines #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #tw yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic

[ghouljams]

Hey Ghoul! What era is 1Fae1 set in? When I imagine Witch and Price I think of almost like a Medieval England world but with Soap or Gaz I think I is in modern time. Or is it both?

Also do you have any head cannons for the clothes the Darlings and the fae wear?

The main au for the 1fae1 is set in modern day.

I know Witch and Price have a very.... olden days feel to them which is by design but they're modern. (Everything about Witch is meant to show her isolation and disconnection from the world around her, but she does have like... a cell phone.)

As for clothing headcanons, yeah I have a million, I'm just gonna do a couple inspo photos for everyone instead of writing a novel. Also, I know it's been said a million times, but pinterest is overwhelmingly white, very annoying when I'm trying to find photos. Just look at the clothes idc about the people wearing them.

Love: lots of color and patterns, sort of 80s kidcore inspired, very fun but also very put together.

Witch: Victorian or 50s revival, dresses a lot like a hobbit, lots of neutral colors, long skirts, aprons, a woman out of time.

Liebling: very earthy, easy to get dirty clothes, demin, loose shirts, oversized sweaters, bandanas, Carhartt jackets

Threat: leather jackets, thick rings, chipped nail polish, reds and blacks, sexy but dangerous

Crybaby: This bitch has no drip. She's messy. Oversized t-shirts she got for free, jeans with paint all over them, tote bags she made herself, flannels from a thrift shop that are a size too big. Lots of blues.

Sunny: Yellows, oranges, browns, a little 70s, lots of playing around with their gender.

Now for the Boys and I won't be explaining myself.

Price:

Gaz:

Ghost:

Soap:

Konig:

I'm gonna be real with you I have no idea what this freak wears.

#simon ghost riley #cod x oc #x oc #1fae1 #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #oc: love #oc: liebling #oc: witch #oc: crybaby #oc: threat #oc talk