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star-sim · 1 month

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shhh! ☆ jayhoon

☆ non-idol! jay x fem! reader, non-idol sunghoon x fem! reader ☆ summary: your secret relationship with him (& how you get caught!) ☆ genre: fluff, bullet points ☆ warning(s)? noooo

jay ☆

okay... hear me out

school au, where you and jay are the class co-presidents

and i'm not talkin goody two shoes dutiful co-presidents

IM SAYING TYRANNICAL CO-PRESIDENTS

you and jay were the class co-presidents, but you two were also the biggest most arrogant ASSHOLES

like somehow you guys have been put into office 3 years in a row

and even though people lowk hate you both, theyre more scared of ygs than anything

yk how in some animanga there's that corrupt student council trope... thats you and jay

threatening people, bribery, blackmailing, using lackeys....... nothing crazy but yall are NOT clean goody two shoes

im just saying... yall have SO MUCH power and influence

everyone is like legitimately afraid of ygs

on the outside you and jay seem to have an exclusively business relationship

to everyone, you're two power-hungry assholes who use each other to achieve their goals

at council meetings you and jay talk very cordially and formally, everytime you're seen together, you guys always whisper to each other briefly, before putting on your painfully fake smiles again and barely ever speaking to each other again

but behind closed doors....

yall are DATING dating

who knew that you, the condescending bitchy co-president, and jay, the most arrogant bastard of a co-president, were ALL FLUFF FOR EACH OTHER???

you and jay do such a good job of concealing your relationship that there's rumors that you and him actually secretly hate each other

heck, there's even a rumor that you'll stab him in the back later this term

after council meetings, you and jay stay back to "discuss private matters"

yall know damn well that's not what's happening

the moment that your snooty class treasurer shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone, jay's already pushing you against the wall

imagine.... makeout sessions in empty classrooms, and coming out with messed up uniform, swollen lips, and suspiciously timed breathlessness

jay would LOVE it if you grabbed onto his uniform tie and yanked him toward you, he gets the butterflies big time

whenever you pull jay aside to whisper something into his ear, everyone assumes that you're telling him about some confidential or urgent student council matter

nope!! 90% of the time it's you whispering "you look so handsome" "i love you" "let's go on a date later" "i want to kiss you so bad" good lord

and the best part??? whenever you do this, both you and jay keep the straightest, most solemn faces, even though jay is 100% screaming and giggling and kicking his feet inside

and let's be fr right now.... you guys DEFINITELY hold hands under the table

like there will be a meeting about whatever and you and jay are just playing with each other's hands under the table

i think you've almost been caught multiple times but no one necessarily suspects that there's something between you two

everyone genuinely thinks that yall are just some cold-hearted power freaks, too cold to love anyone LOL

the amount of times that you guys accidentally left the door unlocked and someone barged in....

to be clear just bc you and jay are head over heels in love with each other does NOT mean that you guys still aren't crazy assholes

sometimes you guys purposefully don't lock the door and play something that jay likes to call "kissing roulette"

basically, you and jay leave the door unlocked and make out on a busy day when there's a lot of people still roaming the halls, whoever pulls away first out of fear of being caught loses!

you always end up winning lol

i also think that some people are just stupid because there are actually SO many signs of you and him having something

like tell me why jay is out here pulling you close up against him, hands around your waist and all, to whisper something in your ear and the first thing that people think is "oh i think they hate each other"

now..... how ygs get caught: i think you and jay decided to keep your relationship private for the sake of preserving it, like ppl talk too much and they wanna get in the way or wtv

like business must go forward even if you and jay were on top of each other mere seconds ago

like i have emphasized earlier, you and jay were lowk tyrannical

you don't know how it happened but someone in the council leaked one of the being discussed

you and jay didn't really think it was that serious but apparently everyone else was

like.... some of your classmates got HEATED LMAOAO

anyways so you and jay are just having another one of your... ahem... after school sessions

and lets just say that this particular session was errr very passionate... you missed your boyfriend okay?

it was hard to act like jay pracitcally didn't exist when all you wanted to do was kiss him every second of the day

so here you were, between jay's legs with him pressed up against some bookshelf of an empty classroom

his shirt's collar is messed up, probably with lipstick stains all over it

you have his tie scrunched up in your fist, while his hands find the hem of your uniform skirt (😋)

completely unbeknownst to you there's a whole group of students in your year marching around school lookign for you two

apparently to "give the presidents a piece of their mind"

you and jay are LITERALLY about to go a step further (🤭) when the door FLIES OPEN

AND OH MY GOD

THERE'S JUST SO MANY OF THEM

like particular session you SWORE YOU LOCKED THE DOOR

like that little group of kids were about to start yelling at you to "reconsider your decisions" but they were rendered SPEECHLESS

GAGGED EVEN

because like..... THE TWO CO-PRESIDENTS WHO SUPPOSEDLY SEE EACH OTHER AS MERE TOOLS WERE........ MAKING OUT IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM??????

you and jay are just standing there, still against each other against the bookshelf dissheveled and all, like 😧😧

"s-sorry!" it seems like the sight of you two getting all intimate scared the shit out of those little protestors BECAUSE THEY JUST RAN AWAY AFTER THAT

the next day you and jay are the talk of the school

jay is getting pats on his back from dudes who he literally does not know

"AYYYY YOU BAGGED THE HOT PRESIDENT!!!"

and hes like "? do i know you"

and suddenly all the girls are sitting you down with cups of tea to ask you about the story of you and jay

"please girl we want to know all the tea"

???? weren't they just gossiping about you yesterday

it seemed like everyone was weirdly supportive??

like over night everyone seemed to like you guys a little bit more??

somehow yall become the it couple

i dont think jay and you immediately get more affectionate

but jay definitely takes advantage of this

and randomly kisses you throughout the day

sunghoon ☆

you and sunghoon work in the same department, under the same supervisor, in the same office, at the same table, with the same tasks, with the same pay and same skills

yet only one of you is deemed the company's #1 loser and the other the company's sweetheart

guess who ☠️

well sunghoon is definitely NOT the company sweetheart

ding ding ding! if you guessed that he's the loser you are correct

sunghoon's quiet, and gets his job done efficiently with little trouble

he doesn't mean to make people uneasy with how quiet he is

but sunghoon genuinely does not like anyone enough to be talkative, nor does he want to try to make any friends

emo ass

on the other hand you're the company's joy

everyone wants to hang out with you after work

you're the first person invited to work parties, even when it's from different departments, every guy in that office has had a crush on you at some point

you know damn well the interns are obsessed with you

absolutely NO ONE would expect the residential hot girl to be going home with THE biggest loser every night

but alas look where we are

you and sunghoon were dating waaay before either of you got a job here

you guys decided to keep your relationship secret to avoid any HR complaints or snoopy people

and it was a bit of a struggle

do you have any idea how hard it was for sunghoon to watch every man try to shoot his shot with you and NOT start screaming?

sunghoon really tried to not let his personal life interfere with his professional life

but JINWOO FROM THE SALES DEPARTMENT WAS LITERALLY ASKING YOU OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM

and it was hard for you, too

having people swarm you for after-work plans was a mess

each time, you said that you were going to stay late to finish some extra work, and if you had time you'd join them

you never did

all of your work friends tried to set you up on dates with their own friends

"cmon it will be fun! get out a little!"

and every time you had to politely tell them that you were not looking for a relationship for the time being (only for you and sunghoon to pass silly love notes at the water cooler)

oh sorry did you not hear that?

YOU AND SUNGHOON PASS SILLY LOVE NOTES AT THE WATER COOLER!!!!!

it’s always the most random ripped pieces of paper with the silliest love notes

like you will rip up a spare legal document nd write “if u were a fruit you’d be a fineapple”

sunghoon tho is the type up a whole document and print it out, it’s filled top to bottom in silliness and he hands it to you like it’s an official important document 😭

every morning he makes you coffee and brings it to your desk

lers be real ppl suspect things

NOT ON YOUR PART BUT ON YOUR BEHALF

like everyone thinks that sunghoon is this loser that’s in love with you ☠️

i mean cmon… weird quiet guy that talks to no one but makes coffee every morning for that One Hot Girl???

the workplace gossips have a field day w it

in their eyes, it’s really pathetic because sunghoon is this weirdo and ur this hot woman and he’s in love with you oh my gosh this is so embarrassing for him 😭🙏🙏

they keep telling you stuff too

“omg did you see the way sunghoon looked at you?”

“he’s so weird, it’s so obvious that he liked you”

"this is so embarrassing [name] you need to reject him before he gets too eager" FREE HIM

little do they know that when you and sunghoon stay a little bit later than everyone else sometimes, the office becomes really empty

kissing in empty offices… thats it, that’s the tweet

otherwise there's a lot of other small things that you do with/for each other

when no one's around in the break room, you love to creep up on him and give him a back hug

it scares the shit out of him but the moment that he realizes that it's you he melts right away

idk how ppl didn't notice yet

one time your washing machine malfunctioned so both you and sunghoon's white dress shirts were dyed a subtle pink color

you came into work both wearing your dyed shirts and no one stopped to think "hm why do these people both have washing machine malfunctions that malfunctioned in the exact same way?"

tbh you and sunghoon are just vibing

other than sunghoon needing to conceal his wrath every time someone flirted with you and you having to hide your increasing irritation with the amount of party invitations you got

can i just say tho

being coworkers w sunghoon is a dream

imagine what happens when yall get home tho

i know the gossip goes CRAZY… you both hate your boss so every conversation you have about him rips him a new one

now... how you guys get caught

two words: work dinners

you and sunghoon never go to them

because like... why would you want to hang out with your coworkers when you have each other?

and when you do go to them, you never really have fun

other than eating and chatting a bit you never drink or really open up…. again, because you have sunghoon... why do u need anyone else

same for sunghoon, except he literally never looks like he wants to be there so people are already reluctant to invite him

but there's this one particular work dinner that you and sunghoon are both unable to get out of

it's been a long and tiring week, both of you want to go home and take a nap together but your team had other plans

sunghoon is annoyed, yes, but hes like whatever at least there's you with him

you? youre LIVID

youre barging into that work dinner with a storm cloud around you

you have to deal with coworkers who lack boundaries every day of the week and the one time you can escape them they march back in

youre not having it 😭

you ordered like 3 beers because you were so annoyed

and also bc sunghoon was there... if anything happened you knew that he would protect you

so here you were 3 beers down…. a liiiiittle bit tipsy

okay maybe a little bit MORE than tipsy… como se dice... drunk?

when jinwoo from the sales department comes up to you

sunghoon is sitting RIGHT next to you but jinwoo ignores him

"hi [name]"

you stare at him... thousand yard stare ahhh because your drunk ass does not have it in you to endure him ☠️

"what."

jinwoo DOES NOT TAKE THE HINT

"after this, i was thinking about going for karaoke. do you want to go with me?"

normally you'd be polite and decline

even if you were a little bit tipsy you'd normally just laugh and say no

but this time

with you boyfriend right next to you, with all your tiredness, with all your anger...

"fuck no," you say plainly

the way everyone gets quiet ☠️ ppl don't hear you swear that much

but the real thing that surprises them is when you pull sunghoon towards you, hugging his head to your chest

“i have a boyfriend and you’re shamelessly flirting with me”

while sunghoon is like “!!!!!”

everyone is staring liek WHAT???????

jinwoo from sales department is GAGGED BRUH

sunghoon immediately pulls away, all red in the faced

he grabs your hand and begins dragging you out the door

"sorry everyone she's drunk right now we'll be on our way!!" and yall leave

you don't remember anything so when sunghoon explains it to you, looking like a kicked dog, youre just like "okay and? whats the problem i put jinwoo in his place" #girlboss

you're the talk of the office

this still doesn't scare off your multiple suitors

but it does allow sunghoon is be a #hater fr

he's smug

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #jay #jay enhypen #jay enhypen fluff #jay enhypen fic #park jongseong #park jongseong fluff #sunghoon #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fic #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #star-sim #vanya-writes

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heizlut · 7 months

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Teach Me (part 1)

cw: none. pretty fluffy. smut will be in part 2!

tags: inexperienced!xiao, fem!reader, no pronouns just “you”

(read part 2 here)

check out my masterlist here!

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Xiao disliked interaction of any kind with others. He found no reason to mingle with others in Liyue or make friends. What was the point if his karmic debt would just corrupt them in the end? He had too much to worry about to even begin to consider friendship let alone an intimate relationship. Somehow you started breaking down the walls that he took so much time to build up. You were always so persistent on spending time with him whenever you saw him. At first he was annoyed by your persistence, always calling out his name to summon him only to tell him you were in fact not in danger but had made him his favourite meal or bought something for him that made you think of him.

Your acts of genuine kindness confused him. Why would you do these things for him just because you felt like it? What use did he have for the things you gave him? What made him so special to you? He figured you did this for everyone so he tried not to tie further meaning into your sweet actions towards him. But he couldn’t help but begin to feel drawn to the sound of your voice, finding himself waiting on the rooftop of Wangshu Inn for you to call out his name. He felt ridiculous for having such a desire in his heart. But there was something about you that drew him in and he was determined to figure it out.

As he paces the rooftop of the inn, he hears the distant call of his name on your lips. Xiao thought that his karmic debt was finally getting to him, making him hear your sweet voice that he had been longing for. When you call out of him again, the tone of your voice is low and seductive, sending chills right down his spine. Whether he was finally going insane from his karmic debt or not, he was going to answer your call. When Xiao appeared, he was shocked at the sight before him. There you were. Your back towards him as you looked out the large window of your room. The way the moonlight danced across your skin made you look so ethereal to him. The way your night dress hung from your frame made him want to tear it right off of you. Xiao couldn’t explain the this foreign feeling rising up from inside of him. Lust and desire were things he had never felt before. Things he thought he would never feel.

When you turned around to face him, greeting him with your soft smile and kind eyes, it was like everything around him melted away. There was only you. “You came”, your voice soft and tantalizing. Xiao found himself moving towards you without putting thought to what he was going to do, “What’re you doing to me..” His raspy voice was almost a whisper. You place your hand on his chest, looking up at his amber eyes. Before you can even speak, Xiao speaks up first, “May I..” He trails off, not sure of how to explain what he wants.

You let out a small laugh, “May you what?” Xiao lets out a breath trying to come up with the right way to phrase his new desires. “Do you want me to kiss you?”, your words sent tingles up his spine. He looks away, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks as he nods once. You place a hand on his cheek, redirecting him to look back to you. Xiao is stiff as you begin leaning towards him, only to stop inches from his lips, “Are you sure you want this?” He swallows hard, nodding once yet again. You finally close the gap, pressing your sweet lips to his surprisingly soft ones. Before Xiao can process that this is truly real, you pull away with a small smile. The way he chases after your lips pulls a small laugh from you. “More… I need.. more”, his voice demanding yet hesitant. He wants to chase the feelings that have risen within him. He wants to understand what this all means. “Then kiss me”, your whispered words send him over the edge.

Xiao grabs onto you as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear right from his grasp. He pulls you to him, pressing his lips to yours with feverish kisses. You gently prod your tongue against his lips as if to ask permission to enter. Xiao parts his lips slightly, letting your tongues dance and swirl together. “So sweet…”, he mutters when your lips finally part from his. You feel the corners of your mouth curve into a slight smile as he presses his forehead against yours. He runs his fingers through your hair and he lets out a deep breath, “What is this feeling… What did you do to me…”

“Would you like to continue?”, you ask softly, hoping he would say yes. Xiao pulls back slightly, a confused expression crosses his face, “There’s.. more?” Your laughter fills the quiet room as you nod, “Yes, there’s more.” He seems to consider your words for a moment and begins to look a little more determined, “Teach me.”

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a/n: i’m back! this is a warmup to get me back into it since it’s been awhile and i needed to show xiao some love. part two on the way in a few!

#genshin smut #xiao smut #xiao x reader smut #xiao x fem!reader #alatus xiao #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao

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mrsshabana · 1 year

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Canon!Gyutaro x Modern!Reader

♥ CW: Female reader. Pure fluff!

♥ AN: Thank you again for 300 followers! I am posting this in celebration of this milestone. I wrote this months ago, just for fun. And it has been sitting in my drafts ever since. I think the theme is very fitting. And if you all like it, I wouldn't mind making a part two some day!

♥ WC: 1,117

I wonder if Mrs.Shabana posted anything new today?

You think to yourself, pulling out your cellphone as you walk down a dank alleyway. Checking tumblr has become a daily ritual for you ever since your obsession began. Gyutaro from Demon Slayer. Something about him just called out to you, he made his way into your mind and never went away. Slowly spreading until the fictional character consumed every one of your thoughts. You just wish that he was real…

With a sigh, you continue walking. Having just gotten off a long shift, you’re excited to get home and go to sleep. Not before reading a fanfic or two first of course.

As you continue down the alley you stop for a moment, “Yes!” Gyusimp just posted a new oneshot. You’re too excited to wait, so you decide to read and walk at the same time.

So distracted by your phone, that you don’t realize something is stalking you. Something that wastes no time in pinning you to the ground, flipping you over so it can slit your neck with its weapon.

Something you thought was impossible.

“Gyutaro?!” You squeal with a mixture of excitement, shock, and fear.

He’s straddling you with his sickle held up to your neck. Hearing his name come out of your mouth, his eyes widen. Stumbling off of you as you take in his appearance with awe. He looks exactly as he does in the anime, handsome and sexy as all hell.

“You… you’re Gyutaro!” you pinch yourself to make sure that you aren’t dreaming. Even though you are sure that your mental state has finally broken and your obsession is warping your perception of reality, you don’t care because Gyutaro Shabana is sitting right in front of you!

Knowing everything that you do, you should be deathly afraid of him. But your corrupted love for the man blinds you. Crawling forward to get a closer look at him.

When he opens his mouth to ask you a question, you have no idea what he’s trying to say.

He’s speaking in Japanese.

Oh fuck, this isn’t good. You somehow get the opportunity to meet the love of your life and here you are unable to understand each other. At least his name is universal, which is probably the reason why you aren’t dead right now.

“Um hold on…” you quickly pull out your phone to use a translator. Typing in what you want to say and letting it speak to him.

You type, “Please don’t kill me, I know who you are.”

Gyutaro cocks his head to the side and frowns, asking you another question in an irritated tone.

“I can’t speak Japanese,” your phone relays your message to him. He starts to scratch his skin but his expression softens a bit. You don’t know what you should do with him, if this is really happening then how the hell did he get here? Who knows, but you love this man so you’re gonna do everything you can to help him out.

“Follow me. I will take you to my home where it is safe.”

You hope that he’ll follow you. Not knowing what his current situation is, maybe he already has a safe place to stay? You assume that he doesn’t, as he begins following you.

You aren’t too far from your apartment, looking back every minute or so to make sure Gyutaro is still there. He follows from a distance, unsure if he can even trust you. You could be a demon slayer for all he knows.

You open the door to your apartment, and he hesitantly follows you inside. Once he’s in, you quickly run around to hide all of the Gyutaro merch you have. It’d be so awkward if he saw the body pillow…

Once everything has been shoved into your closet you bring out the translator again. You want to ask him so many questions but how will you even be able to understand his responses? You have an idea. On your translator app there’s an option for it to listen and translate the spoken words. So maybe you could go back and forth that way.

“This device will let us communicate with each other. Speak into it” you speak into your phone, it spits out your statement in Japanese.

Gyutaro opens his mouth to respond, and you hold the phone in front of him to speak into.

He speaks in Japanese and after a few seconds your phone gives you a translation, “Who are you and how do you know me?”

“My name is Y/N. I know you from a TV show.”

Gyutaro furrows his brows, “I do not understand what it means…”

The translation isn’t perfect, but it gets the point across. So if he doesn’t know what TV is, then does that mean he’s actually from the past? From the exact same universe as demon slayer? You try to say things in a way that he might be able to understand.

“A lot of people here know you. I like you a lot, so I want to help you.”

Your words seem to be making him even more confused, so you decide to just get to the important questions.

“How did you get here? Do you know where you are?”

Gyutaro shakes his head, opening his mouth to respond but then deciding against it. There’s something that he seems like he doesn’t want to tell you, “Do not know…”

“You aren’t in Japan anymore and it’s the future. You need to be careful here,” you respond to him.

“Can not understand. I have to find my sister.”

“Daki?” you say directly to him. Hearing her name come out of your mouth his eyes widen and he nods.

“I can try to help you find her.”

“How is a weak person like you going to help me?”

For a moment you forgot how mean he was in the anime… “I’m from this world, so I know where things are and how things work. You’ll need a place to stay away from the sun too. You can stay here.”

Gyutaro scowls and looks you up and down before responding, “Fine.”

If he was back in his world he would have killed you already. But he doesn’t know this place, it’s strange to him. So far, he hasn’t encountered any of the other demons either. You seem to be the only person that knows him. He still doesn’t quite understand how or why, but he is desperate right now. Desperate to find his sister and go back home. Even though he despises humans, he will keep you alive in hopes that you really can help him.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #kny fluff #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #modern au #canon

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gabessquishytum · 7 months

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It’s been like two months and I’m still thinking about that one inmate Dream/ guard Hob idea where Dream becomes obsessed with Hob and eventually makes his move, getting another guard to lock Hob in his cell with him for some quality time.

After their night together, when the same guard shows up to let Hob out, hob is sore and ashamed but has never come so many times in a row. Dream helps him back into his clothes and kisses him deeply and sweetly against the bars of his cell.

Hob immediately calls in sick for the next two weeks. In that time, he thinks about asking to transfer. He thinks about quitting and running away, changing his name, starting a new life. He doesn’t do any of it.

Instead he has sleeps poorly and wakes up hard and aching and afraid. He jumps at every shadow. He buys his first dildo and tries to recreate the things Dream made him feel. But he can’t quite do it.

Eventually…Hob returns to his job. When he walks by Dream’s cell he tries not to stop…but Dream calls his name, full of concern. If hob didn’t know better, he’d think it was love.

Dream asks if he was sick, if he is feeling better. Hob can’t quite look at him as he says yes.

Dream knows he is lying. He steps up against the bars, anger starting to build in his eyes. How could his darling lie to him? After they shared such a special night? Maybe Hob isn’t special. Maybe he’s just like the others.

Hob hurries on and Dream has an absolute melt down. He trashes his cell. He shreds his pillows and his sheets that no longer smell like Hob anyway.

For days he sulks with rage.

Until. One night Hob stops outside his cell. He breaks down and tells Dream he hasn’t been able to satisfy himself since his night with Dream. And all Dream’s rage fades away. Now he understands. His poor darling. He invites Hob to come back inside. Hob puts his hand on the keys…but backs out at the last minute. He just stares at Dream, eyes desperate and anguished. He tells Dream he can’t. Hob flees again.

But now Dream is elated. This is proof that Hob does love him after all! He’s just afraid of how much he feels.

And maybe if Hob is still too timid to come to him…maybe Dream will just have to break out and go to Hob himself.

The unhinged dominant Dream vibes are so good in this au, I love it.

Poor Hob. The thing is, he's the only person who can really handle Dream properly (without Dream getting extremely violent). So whenever something needs to be done with Dream, guess who gets sent in to do it? Hob. And of course he can't say no because then it might come out that he slept with a prisoner, and that's a major violation and would get him fired. The only one who knows what happened is the other corrupt guard, and Hob is absolutely avoiding him at all costs. He has to get on with his job.

The problem is, he sees Dream all the time and he can't stop thinking about him. About their night together and how it felt so good despite also feeling so wrong. And now Dream knows that Hob can't stop thinking about him and somehow it's even worse! Now he truly won't give up his quest to be reunited with his darling.

Every time Hob walks by, or comes in to inspect the cell, Dream tells his that its ok to be shy. He understands! Hob is overwhelmed by his feelings; it's totally normal. Dream feels the same, only he's braver. He doesn't mind being the brave one though. He starts giving Hob handmade gifts, and sneaking up to kiss him when he can get away with it. Hob doesn't stop him. In fact, he even relaxes a bit. Dream is being so much more docile, actually... perhaps he's chilled out a bit. Perhaps everything will be ok.

And then one day the morning staff arrive to find the night shift works dead or incapacitated, and Dream’s cell empty. Hob doesn't show up to work that day, nor does he answer his phone. The search for Hob and the manhunt for Dream begin simultaneously and becomes very clear that the two things are connected.

Across the country in a small motel room, Hob finds himself handcuffed to the bed (for his own safety apparently) with Dream pressed up against him, murmuring sweet words of love. His heart is racing, and his body has rediscovered all of those satisfied feelings that he hasn't had since his first time with Dream. Of course, none of this is going to end well... but Dream is moving down the bed and nuzzling against the front of Hob’s underwear, looking up at him with big soft eyes... and Hob suddenly forgets all of his rational thoughts. Dream has fucked him up for good.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw stalking #cw yandere #cw dubcon

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72ww · 1 year

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HEYY cha cha slides into your ask box what are ur thoughts on sashamilla first meeting and what do u think it was like?? are u a li po doc truther or do u think it was something else!!

Thanks for sending me this great question!

I don't know about you, but I have a hard time committing to one idea when it comes to branching off from what is strictly canon. Even then, I am big on character exploration in all forms. Pre-canon, canon, whatever. It is the biggest draw to the game, for me, these characters are lovingly written and set such a fantastic groundwork which a person can really run with if they want to. So, personally, I do not exactly stick with one story… sorry if it's confusing, but I don't commit myself to imagining it happened just one way. There are many ways to take two characters and consider how many ways they could interact. Why limit ourselves? It is a great exercise in understanding others. Below the cut is a lot of writing on trauma, pain, and grief, just a warning.

Sasha wasn’t intended to be her therapist at first. He was called in by his supervisor to see if Milla could be rehabilitated at all. She had promise as a powerful Psychonaut, but her mind was wracked with grief. She had been hospitalized due to her struggles with mental illness more than once, compounding her inability to recover. Milla possessed a strong desire to help others but was unable to help herself through her own insurmountable grief. Sasha, being relatively low in the ranks of his division himself, saw it as just another routine recruiting assignment. He approached it with scientific curiosity and not much else.

Milla's mental landscape before Sasha becomes her therapist: it's constructed from the trauma she went through. It's all she can think about, it is her entire identity. It is all-consuming because she can't cope with it. Every day the walls are closing in more and more, driving her further inward into a mental prison. She can't ask for help, she doesn't feel as though she deserves it, she is afraid of it. She may punish herself due to a self-prescribed guilt. Likely socially withdrawn from all relationships, apathetic, joyless. Any joy may remind her of her emotional pain. The two could be inseparable for her, in fact. In acute grief it is not uncommon for one to paradoxically associate happiness with trauma.

Visually, everything that used to bring her joy is present, though corrupted by emotional pain. Quilts, piano keys, crocheted afghans, a record player, melting vinyl, bedtime storybooks, children's paintings. All of it deformed hideously; burning, or burnt. Her grief has twisted her perception of the past. She cannot enjoy her memories as they once were. They have been overwritten by Milla's tremendous suffering.

As any good therapist, Sasha’s mission is to give Milla the tools to reframe the event that is plaguing her mind. Since she is unable to express any control over destructive thinking patterns such as intrusive thoughts, it is pretty easy to see why Sasha would be the one called in to help her. Maybe at this point in his training/career, he has successfully completed this process in himself and recreated such success in other struggling individuals. When he arrives, Milla is despondent. Sasha feels a strong connection with her immediately through a common thread of distress: acute, unresolved grief.

Well, I am going to go on a little tangent here, but I promise it is somehow relevant. Sasha is a very interesting character because he exists in a delicate and realistic balance of qualities. He is intensely curious. He has a strong sense of morality, but might not always choose to follow it. The two go hand in hand. Sasha must determine constantly whether or not a certain action is worth its moral implications. That is a subjective art, to him. Someone who values scientific progress for the betterment of society might not pay so much attention to the sacrifices he feels he must make to achieve his goals. That is to say, to some extent he believes in justification. A lack of direct (or adequately responsible) oversight can further develop such a mindset. As well, a person can justify much to himself if his actions are endorsed and/or were prior committed by a role model. All this to say I believe Sasha has gone through a lot of learning in his life to get to where we see him in the games. He still struggles with this quandary, obviously, but he is certainly not a cold, heartless scientist. His love for others is likely just as intense as Milla’s, though maybe in a bit more of an abstract way. He understands his role and responsibilities as a Psychonaut. He likes to think he understands when he can or shouldn’t overstep those boundaries. Most of the time, anymore, Sasha is relatively disciplined in his practice through sheer experience. No, I don’t think this was always the case.

Personally, I think he would at first approach the case of Milla with his usual ravenous curiosity. He struggles to stay in the present with her. He gets ahead of himself. He wants her to succeed almost too much, too quickly, not solely for her benefit. I can see Milla daring to put him in his place over this, too. His demeanor doesn’t put her on edge. She may even think to herself that his aloof appearance is comical (perhaps endearing…?). She can tell this man tries to distance himself from the world. It seems to her that he has a need to emotionally separate himself from everyone around him not from a sense of superiority; rather, it is as if he is trying to escape distress. Thus, Milla understands nearly all the time he is successful in enforcing strict interpersonal distances. I genuinely think Milla is the first one to ever get around his defenses, if only to drive him up the wall, because she thinks he is hilarious, and because she gets sick of seeing him so closed off. It’s the only thing she enjoys doing for a time. Rather than feeling humiliated by this, Sasha is humbled, if not outright impressed with Milla. It helps to push their relationship in a positive direction.

It’s a turning point for both of them. Sasha was used to talent alone being his main advantage on missions to help others. He hadn’t fulled grasped what it meant to be a therapist, that it is a give-and-take relationship for both parties. Through Milla’s help he recognizes this was a major cause of his past failures. On the other hand, Milla isn’t miraculously cured. Sasha helps her disable the trauma response and pave the road to her recovery. It’s still there, it just isn’t dominating her mental landscape anymore. Sasha marks her down for having serious potential both in recovery and as an agent.

I have read some great & engaging writing where they start out as colleagues assigned to the same mission. Those were really enjoyable, too, and I think those still adequately explore this interesting antagonistic dynamic they may have had upon first introduction. A lot of people look at these two through their surface level personality traits and are shocked to see them get along so well. I don’t think they are opposites at all, though! Sasha & Milla are totally on the same wavelength. I tend to imagine that neither of them realize their similarities at first, too. Then someday something just clicks and their brains practically fuse together for life. There is.. definitely something to be said about dating your therapist, though, LOL. I can’t say I endorse that. I think it wouldn’t be a problem because they later become partnered agents. The Psychonauts probably have a policy against colleagues fraternizing, but whatever. As if anyone would (could) separate Sasha & Milla.

Ohh and a postscript note. In this little space of thinking I like to imagine that Sasha gives up smoking through Milla’s treatment. She can’t stand the smell of it at first. He has to go back to his hotel and take three showers and rent clothes before he can even do intake with her. It takes ages for Milla to associate the stench of cigarettes with Sasha alone. Eventually, I’m sure Milla does exposure therapy of some sort so she doesn’t feel as distressed around fires/smoke she can’t avoid. This totally is without ulterior motives on Sasha’s part, phobia control is an important part of Psychonaut agent training... He does not miss smoking at all...

Here's a sketch for the concept I didn't do much with because drawing Milla in distress wasn't fun at all.

#winkpsyncing #psychonauts #my art #sashamilla #sasha nein #milla vodello

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saiyanmazen · 5 months

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Your fiery nature

Another Vegebul ficlet written for the Vegebulocracy's D&D event. I would've finished it yesterday, but I've been struck down by a virus.

The prompt I used for this is obviously rage. This piece is rated somewhere between T and M. Nothing explicit or sexual, but very direct about the topic of sex.

Can also be read here on AO3.

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Vegeta didn't think he would ever have anything in common with the Earthlings. He knew there were similarities between him and Kakarot given their shared race, but he'd been more than disappointed by how corrupted the third class Saiyan had been by the humans. There was very little of his heritage in his blood, beside the physical attributes he reaped the benefits of.

No, there wasn't anyone on this forsaken planet that could measure up to the Prince of All Saiyans.

Or so he'd thought.

The first time he felt the strange sense of kinship was when Baldy was visiting the compound. The small so-called warrior (although Vegeta begrudgingly admitted that he was the only one he carried a tiny amount of respect for - he had at least been ready to kill Vegeta until Kakarot stopped him) hadn't turned his back to Vegeta the entire time he was there; a good instinct to be honest. The midget's fear of him was justified. The Prince was the most dangerous being in the entire universe.

He hadn't paid attention to the conversation, only watched as the Earthlings interacted with each other. Maybe it could prove useful in the future. But it appeared that Baldy said something to the woman that made her angry. Her voice rose to mind-boggling shrillness as her eyes threw daggers at the midget and her mouth spewed the most heinous things at him.

The tiny man was quick to respond, backing away in fear of her wrath, and actually turned his back to Vegeta, leaving him open to attack. In fact, the bald man backed directly into Vegeta where he was leaning against the wall. Baldy didn't even flinch when he felt himself collide with the genocidal alien, still keeping his attention on the furious woman.

Vegeta was frankly offended. Why was a warrior afraid of a person as weak as her? She practically had no ki at all.

He pushed the midget to the side, possibly through the wall, and approached the hysterical female. Her rage was no match to his and, though he'd given his word that he would do no harm to her and her family, he wasn’t going to let her behave this way in front of him. Her screeching was awful to his ears and her language some of the foulest he'd heard in his life, but he would stop her. He shouted with all his might that she better shut up right this instant.

She quieted a moment, her blue eyes zeroing on him with blinding white rage, and then she directed everything at him. Her ferocity shocked him and, even as he returned her fire, she didn't back down, not once.

He'd never experienced anything like it. No one, even Frieza, had ever spoken to him like that. But he suddenly found something in another that he could relate to: an intense and burning rage.

She was magnificent. A wildfire hidden right beneath the surface of her deceptively weak appearance. In spite of the insults he flung at her, he was enchanted by her fiery nature.

After their fight somehow came to an end (which might have ended with him walking away in anger after she'd threatened to dismantle the gravity room), he felt invigorated in a whole new way. He knew that he would never look at her the same way again.

It quickly became clear to him that it wasn't just Baldy who feared the force of her wrath. Her little boytoy lost all his (unearned) bravado whenever her temper spiked, Kakarot would immediately do his best to placate her and even the Namekian was quick to disappear at signs of her nasty behavior.

Vegeta could never act so cowardly. He stood his ground and gave back, making her rage flare to almost explosive levels. It caused a strange sensation in him, an attraction to her that he eventually acknowledged had something to do with his Saiyan genes. The women of his race had been fierce and unafraid of even the greatest warrior, no matter how inferior their strength was. And Bulma’s steely gaze and cutting words made him feel more at home than he ever had before.

He began seeking her out, goading her into fight after another, relishing the sparks flickering between them as they exchanged blows.

It inevitably became physical, albeit in a way he was unfamiliar with. Not that it stopped any of them from pursuing this new passionate dance. They wrestled for dominance every time and it blew his mind every time. It drew him even more to her, much to his chagrin.

Over the time spent together, they learned not to come to blows at every turn. It took the birth of their infant child and the death of their future son for them to find a peaceful co-existence. They still argued, often to the point that the other inhabitants would clear out for a while until the dust had settled. It was usually after they'd aggressively worked things in a physical manner.

At times they'd be forced to put their quarrels to the side. Those were his favorites. She would pounce at him at an unexpected moment, push him into the mattress, a wall or wherever she attacked, wrath burning in her eyes, and put her whole body into releasing that anger at him. She would move like a wild beast, scratch and bite at him, pull his hair and even yell at him while they both reached the peak.

She was glorious, a true Queen worth of any throne, passionate and strong in all ways that mattered. He was lucky to have found a woman whose temper could match his own if not outdo him. After all, her rage could even make a god cower in fear. And Vegeta wouldn't have it any other way.

#Vegebulocracy D&D #bulma #vegeta #vegebul #dragon ball z #vegebul fanfic #dbz fanfiction #other tags probably

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celiciaa · 10 months

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER TWO.

A beast’s dream fulfilled by beauty.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

spoilers from gilbert's route.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Lord Gilbert introduced me to a dog and a cat as potential friends.

(I honestly didn't see that coming…..)

Emma: Where did they come from in the first place?

Gilbert: They were originally kept at court. They lost their masters in the war.

(…..They've lost their masters in the war.)

It was easy to imagine Lord Gilbert protecting these sad animals.

Gilbert: They all want to be your friend.

Emma: I am happy. I really am, but you know it’s not it.

Gilbert: Ahaha, do you want that many friends? // Ahaha. Do you want to be friends with humans that badly?

Emma: Yes, I want to.

Gilbert: Even though I'm here.

Emma: Gil is my fiancé.

Gilbert: How about a fiancé and a friend?

Emma:….Are you really that jealous?

Gilbert: That's one thing, but I don't want you to get hurt.

Emma: Get hurt….?

Gilbert: There are two kinds of friends.

Gilbert: Either your friends betray you, or they don't.

Gilbert: And in my experience, most friends betray each other.

Gilbert: Your kindness will hurt you, you know?

Gilbert: But I'm the only one who can hurt you...right?

(….What happened in the past?)

Lord Gilbert normally says that he wants to be friends,

But he didn’t seem to trust friendships at all.

Emma: I have never been betrayed by a friend, have I?

Gilbert: You're talking about Rhodolite, correct?

Gilbert: But this is Obsidian, the land of deception and corruption.

Gilbert: Even your position is different. You are my woman, which means you are a member of the royal family.

Gilbert: So give up on making friends. // So give up on your friends.

I am not convinced, even though he says it with a fresh smile.

(Certainly, there were people in Rhodolite who changed their behavior just because I was friendly with Lord Gilbert.)

(But if you are afraid of that, you will always be alone.)

Gilbert:….You're a very poor listener.

Lord Gilbert held my chin with his cane——

I gasped as I looked into his beautiful red eye and he bit me on the lip.

(….Ouch.)

Gilbert: I'm just trying to protect you.

Emma:…You’re too overprotective.

Gilbert: Sorry for being so restrictive with my love?

Emma:……

Gilbert: But don't worry. I'll fill you up so much that you won't even think you want a friend.

His cane was still on my chin, as his cold lips pressed against mine, taking my breath away.

It was such a perfect kiss that even words of rebuttal were not tolerated.

(I understand Lord Gilbert is concerned about me.)

(….And that it won't change the way you think about friends.)

The kisses were so overwhelming that I desperately wanted it to stop,

In a corner of my mind, like Lord Gilbert, bad ideas began to sprout.

(——Okay, I got out.)

I took off the hood I had on my head and slipped into the bustling street.

I somehow made it to the town by using a loophole that Lord Gilbert had told me about before.

The purpose, of course, is to make friends.

(I'm sorry, Lord Gilbert, but for me it's a matter of life and death.)

I casually walked through the town of Obsidian.

Come to think of it, this may be the first time I have come here alone.

(Once again, it's a really nice town.)

I don't know the details of the former Obsidian's internal affairs but,

In the current town under Lord Gilbert's rule, the people's faces were shining, and I liked it as much as Rhodolite.

(I need to find someone I can be friends with as soon as possible——)

Woman: Kya—

Emma:….! Are you okay?

I catch sight of the fallen woman out of the corner of my eye and rush over to her.

The woman was probably on her way home from shopping and vegetables were scattered around her.

Emma: You’re injured. Can you walk?

The woman sits on a nearby bench and quickly gathers up the scattered vegetables.

Woman: I'm sorry.…thank you very much.

Emma: No, I'm glad it didn't turn out to be serious.

Woman: I'm always like this. I'm so clumsy….

Emma: Now that bad things have happened here, something good will surely happen next time.

Woman: When you say it like that, it really sounds like it could happen.

(This woman might be about my age.)

Woman: That’s right! Let me thank you for something.

Emma: No, I didn't do anything that big. // No, it's not that big of a deal.

Woman: You helped me, didn't you? There's a great pastry shop nearby.

Woman: I've been wanting to go too, so why don't you join me?

Emma:…Well then, can I take your word for it?

(An early opportunity presented itself.)

The feeling of being able to become friends makes me feel inwardly excited.

Pretending to be calm so as not to look strange, I handed over the vegetables that had been placed back in the bag.

The woman who received it suddenly looked at the ring finger of my left hand.

Woman: That ring is….

Emma: Oh, my fiancé gave it to me.

The ring with the black obsidian rose shining on it was given to me by Lord Gilbert at our engagement ceremony.

Woman: Obsidian….

Woman: I am terribly sorry!

Emma:….Eh.

The woman who suddenly changed her behavior bows deeply and leaves as if she were fleeing from a ferocious animal.

I was taken aback by what happened in a moment.

(….What? What happened?)

(This ring, you can't be serious!?)

???: Ahaha. You poor thing.

As I stood dumbfounded, a cold body embraced me from behind.

I was not surprised because the shock of the woman's escape was greater.

Emma:…Lord Gilbert, I don't understand.

Gilbert: Only members of the royal family are allowed to wear obsidian rings. // The obsidian rings are only allowed to be worn by the royal family.

Gilbert: You didn't know?

▸ [ previous / sweet / premium ]

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

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I doubt there's much overlap between the stranger things fandom and the magnus archives but frankly, i dont think there's enough horror in stranger things. Which is surprising when you consider the source material. So i've been having Thoughts about the Fears and their avatars.

I'm turning everyone into monsters, is what I'm saying.

Steve would be a perfect candidate for avatar of the Corruption. He achingly wants to be loved. He needs to be Loved. He's been so alone for so long and he just wants someone to stay, so of course the Corruption would welcome him to its domain. The insect thing doesn't work for him though. Or at least I couldn't think of any insect that would mesh well with his whole thing.

Then I remembered that Robin is terrified of rabies, and there isn't a Steve without a Robin, who is also someone who desperately wants to be loved for who she is. Obviously their connection to Filth wouldn't lie with insects. They'd be disease. So Corruption avatars Steve&Robin (always always Steve&Robin) would have fever bright eyes, skin damp with sweat, cheeks somehow both flushed and sallow, and lips cracked dry and red. They're always in contact somehow: leaning against one another, standing with arms pressed close, pinkies hooked together. Constant contact. When they're still for long enough, their skin starts to ooze and meld so they could be closerclosertogether.

Things get truly horrifying, however, if they're ever forced apart. They become rabid things, violently agitated and foaming at the mouth. They infect anybody who gets in their way. It's a horrible way to die, burning with fever, fear, and confusion as skin and muscles spasm hard enough slough off bones. Anyone who dares stand between them doesn't live for long.

Steve&Robin have their own collection of statements at the Usher Foundation. In fact, Hawkins, Indiana is of great interest for the Usher Foundation because of the number of avatars present in such a small population. Because you have Steve&Robin collecting fear for the Corruption, but there is also Nancy who is a prolific avatar of the Hunt.

When the Usher Foundation first started studying Hawkins, they had Nancy pegged for Beholding. They had, in fact, been preparing to recruit her after she graduated. But hers was not a need to Know; she was never content to simply Watch. She needed to track down leads, she needed the chase. The Usher Foundation knew they lost her completely when she discovered the use of guns. She Hunted criminals and monsters now to help rid the world of evil. Or so she tells herself, even when the story she finds doesn't always paint her victims as monstrous as she wants others to believe.

Then there's Eddie. Eddie Munson grew up knowing people would hurt him for the crime of existing, given half the chance. Poor terrified Eddie, always running, because deep down he knew he was destined for a cruel and painful death. There was no escaping it no matter how fast he ran or how often he hid, the End was waiting for him.

When his time finally came, he was out of his mind with fear because he didn't want to die oh god please not yet, pleaseplease he doesn't want to die. It was such pure delicious Fear that the End made an offer and Eddie grabbed it with both hands in a white-knuckled grip. He's not a murderer; he doesn't have to be because everyone dies regardless, and the End is patient. But he's always there with the End's victims. He's the last thing they see - eyes black as the emptiness of death and a bone white smile - and the last thing they hear is his summation of their pathetic, meaningless lives and the endless emptiness that will follow. Every narration finishes with the gleeful proclamation of "and so Ends the life of..." And it's always gleeful because though Eddie's's destined for the End as much as anyone else, his is not today.

(We could probably include some steddie here; I'm sure some of Steve&Robin's victims were more afraid of the End than the Corruption so Eddie would show up whenever Steve&Robin were on a rampage. Steve likes to listen Eddie narrate the gruesome deaths. He liked it even more when Eddie was done and he would let Steve reel him close.

Eddie, Steve would rasp, ravenous for him, love me. Eddie, love me, lovemeloveme and Eddie would let him press skin to moist hot skin, dry lips chafing against Eddie's cool wet mouth. Eddie would say, yes Steve, always, love you. Steve would press in harder, trying to fuse them into one, more Eddie please please love me more. Eddie would reply with equally hungry fervor every time, yes yes, love you with all of me, i love you just you. God, but Steve reveled in it; it almost filled the starving, bottomless pit of his sickly pounding heart.

Eddie loved it when Steve got clingy. The sheer physicality of his need tethered Eddie against the constant terror the lingered in the edges of his mind where the shadow of the End haunted him. Eddie poured his adoration out through a whispered soliloquy into Steve's ear, detailing how the Corruption was slowly killing him, how he would die from it but that Robin would die with him, they'd leave the world together, and Eddie would be at his side, hands sinking into his spongy, diseased flesh as he held Steve in his final hours. Steve let out the softest, sated sigh every time Eddie did this.

Eddie hopes that when the End finally claims him, it would be through Steve's rotting kiss; a terrible death, he knew, but what bliss it would be to let the affliction of Steve consume him entirely).

Around the same time Eddie reached his awakening, Chrissy Cunningham heard the siren call of the Flesh. It was fascinating, the way she manifested as avatar. She hated her body, was disgusted by it, and this was reinforced my her mother. No matter how little she ate or how often she purged herself, it was never enough until one day she discovered that her hands burned like stomach acid when she touched her body. And like acid, she could suddenly melt and pull her skin like taffy. It hurt, it burned like nothing else she's ever felt but she could finally make her body as skinny and insubstantial as her mother and the rest of the world always wanted it to be.

Her very first victim was her mother. She dug her hands deep into the belly of the woman her birthed her into an imperfect being, and shifted and molded the flesh until she was just as beautiful as she forced Chrissy to be. She threw the extra unnecessary pounds of organs and fat and splintered bone in a heap to the side. She would find use for it later, as more and more victims were drawn to her and her promises to help them find the body they always wanted.

She took joy in the screams of agony she inspired every time she helped someone through a transformation. And once she started pulling someone apart, she never stopped, no matter how much they begged for mercy, until her masterpiece was complete. Because she knows she can make them more gruesomely beautiful and that's worth all the pain they'll feel for the rest of their existence.

In this world, Jonathan never meets Argyle. He was never going to meet Argyle because the fog of the Lonely seeped into his lungs and mind when he was young and never left. His was a curious case, according to the researchers at the Usher Foundation. There was really no reason for the Lonely to have called to him. Yes, he had a verbally abusive father but his mother's love and protective dedication paired with his love for his little brother should've been enough to ward him against it.

Instead, he actively sought solitude from his peers; he would take pictures of them from afar, relishing their distance. The Usher Foundation got some of his photos and noticed that somehow they always depicted the subject slightly blurred and completely alone no matter if they'd been in the middle of a crowd when the picture was taken. He'd send the photos to their subjects sometimes. It had an intriguing effect. The subjects became hyperaware of how Lonely existence truly was. The photos of them became clearer the longer they stared into them; and the sharper their images became, the more the victims faded from existence until finally only a photo of a nameless forgotten person remained.

Jonathan's love for his brother manifested in teaching him how to be Alone, encouraging a pursuit of solitary entertainments like painting. Will's paintings soon became nothing but empty landscapes. Will would wander quiet and unseen to galleries to put them up where people could see them. A specific type of person would be drawn to them. They'd come back to them over and over until they were trapped in those dreary landscapes, doomed to never see another person; to be utterly Forsaken forevermore.

The Usher Foundation is eager to see if the Byers Brothers would become the American equivalent of the Lukas family. Or perhaps the Sinclair siblings would build a family empire to the Web. The younger one, Erica, had a need for control that surpassed anyone her age. She somehow always managed to get her way no matter what situation she found herself in. Meanwhile her brother seemed happy to let others take the lead. He always complied to his sister's commands eventually, though he chafed against her bossy bratty behavior.

He much more happily complied to the demands of one Max Mayfield. They were an odd combination, and were being closely watched by the Usher Foundation to figure out how they worked. Max spent her whole life afraid of the nonsensical violence posed by her stepfather and stepbrother. She was afraid of how they hurt her mother, of how she specifically was targeted by her stepbrother. But then her stepbrother redirected his violence to Lucas Sinclair and Max snapped. Baying for blood, she had taken her skateboard and beat her stepbrother to death.

The Slaughter was not picky when it came to violent murders, so it was confusing that she didn't immediately turn to make Lucas suffer the same fate. Instead she had taken her stepbrother's car and driven back home, where she then took the tire iron and beat both her stepfather and mother until they were nothing but bloody masses of pulp. The Web-touched Sinclairs were able to shift attention and blame so Max got away with it with none the wiser. The Web and Slaughter were nearly opposite sides of the Fear spectrum, and their avatars were never seen together. Yet the Sinclairs and Mayfield were inseparable from that day forward.

Finally there was Dustin Henderson, but the Foundation wasn't worried about him. His thirst for Knowledge has already put many lives at risk on multiple occasions, and not once has he felt any regret afterwards. He always got the Knowledge he wanted, after all. He was of the Eye, through and through. The Usher Foundation already has a scholarship and internship in reserve for him when he graduates high school.

a full fledged fic (well, a WIP technically) is being posted on ao3 here

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incoming rant abt a possible ninjago atla au u have been warned

the gist of the au and what i have in me head is that lloyd is the next air avatar but for some reason the air nomads are skeptical/afraid of baby lloyd so misako takes lloyd and skidadles far away from the temple. because of this, lloyd grows up as a regular kid with no air benders around to teach him air bending And no knowledge that hes the avatar (and therefore that he can bend the other elements)

fast forward to when hes like 9?? 10? wu finds him, surprise ur actually the avatar its training time something something big spiritual evil that might be related to garm something something then wu Leaves and so the training bit falls onto the ninja. which. none of them is an airbender mind u and lloyd Still doesnt know airbending. so they teach him the other elements and Hope that he somehow learns air by proxy

i have a very small and not rlly thought out idea for what an equivalent of the aging tea could be but this is basically it in terms of bg and going forward its just ur usual avatar and ninja shenanigans

ok. now. i have a couple ideas for why the air nomads could be wary of lloyd. one is that they know garmadon is his dad and garm has been cursed by a Particularly Evil spirit and so they think evil dad equals evil son and they dont rlly wanna deal with that so they r like we must get rid of the child he will reincarnate either way its no biggie which,,, uhh yea lets not

the other one is that the nomads have discovered that lloyd is going to be the first avatar that is a direct decendant of the first ever avatar (the fsm) and so they want to like?? harness his power or smth idk.

(the only problem with these ideas is that it kinda relies ok the air nomads having kind of violent and evil solutions to problems so i stil. dont rlly know 😭)

the point is!! one way or another, misako starts seriously fearing for lloyds life and the fact that he might not ever have a choice over it as his own so she takes the baby and Runs.

[abt the fsm, raine lowkey gave me this idea entirely so shoutout raine hello but i was thinking that theres two of them. like. u have the FSM, the first ever avatar, all plwerful godly being. and then u have the dad, the f in fsm stands for Father, this guy is just wu and garms dad. i dint have much else thought out for him just. yea]

now. if i want to talk abt the possible aging tea equivalent i need to talk abt garm. soo augh idk abt garm but i think rhe gist of it is that hes been possessed/corrupted by a spirit bc of a deal he made or for messing with a spirit when he was researching things. the point is hes known as this being that brings chaos and stuff but then wu and misako reveal to lloyd like, thats ur dad actually, and misakos being researching ways to bring him back and lloyd stumbles on this research and decides (not so smartly) that if one qants their dad back one must do it himself so. he manages to contact the original spirit that garm annoyed

so they talk and the spirits like "well i Would give him back but he kinda made me lose my time and energy on him for like,, 4/5 years so unless u figure out a way to give me rhat time back i aint giving him to u" and lloyd goes bet take does from me no biggie

so then lloyd makes this deal not rlly knowing what hes doing and he goes back to the real world and suddenly he has a brand new dad and also abt two whole heads more in height woops

(this all happens post training arc starting so lloyd already knows the ninja and has been living with them for a while)

OK NINJA TIME

so ive been Rlly debating whether i should do the Usual thing and just stick em in the element rhat they have in the show. OR (and this is the idea im leaning more towards) i go with vibes. obviously the vibes are still informed and consider their element in the show

ok first kai and nya. i want them both to be fire nation buut idk if i should make them both firebenders or make them have their usual elements. i do wanna let nya be a waterbender, However since they do live in the fire nation (most likely in a more rural town far from the mainland) nya would be a waterbender that uses mostly firebending styles and techniques. i just have always found this type of mix and match they do with aang and zuko specifically SOO COOL i love it so im gifting that to nya

cole is an earthbender obvi. i havent rlly thought much abt cole bc i immediately decided he would stay an earthbender and didnt question him further.

NOW HEAR ME OUT HERE. i kinda rlly want to make jay earth kingdom and leave him as a non bender. why??? bc the Vibes man. i want to rlly focus on his engineering and tinkery side. i think he would still be rlly involved with bending and stuff and he tries to find different uses to bending outside of fighting. maybe him and cole are childhood friends and jay is always bugging cole to try some of his projects with coles bending.

and finally zane!! hes water tribe but i struggled to settle him on either tribe. i think the northern tribe could fit him in the future but i do think he's originally from the south. i feel like the south gives him more potential to be the specific brand of Peculiar that zane was in the beginning of the sbow. and since this is situated pre war, the southern water tribe would be bigger and better off than how we see them in atla so it would be cool to explore that

so im picturing him as the weird son of the local medic and whatever else dr julien gets up to . so maybe dr julien is teaching zane stuff and he gets Rlly Rlly good so they send him to a bigger settlement with better teachers and eventually he decides to leave the south pole to continue learning and stuff.

i do have ideas abt how wu gathers them together but ive ranted way too much so i will make another post on that if i remember to

#THIS GOT SO LING #LONG #I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I HAD THIS MUCH TO SAY #i didnt plan this to be an Actual au its just an idea #but i Do want to mane designs so ??? maybe???#ninjago #blabbering #should i make a tag #i will #spinjitzu? more like avatar state #thats it. thats the tag

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FMAB X HP OotP

So this idea has been floating around my head rent free for a while and demanded to be written.

“Now.” The toad continues after trying to shove her bullshit down their throats. “If there are no questions, you may begin to read chapter one.”

Ed raises his hand at the same time as Hermione.

“Yes Mr. Elric” She calls on him, deliberately ignoring Hermione. Ed’s sure she’ll come to regret that.

“I’m curious, is there going to be a practical portion of class?”

“Of course not!” She exclaims, affronted by the very idea of actually learning something useful.

“Then the only material that will be covered is in the book?”

“Yes. The ministry feels there is no need to teach you something so dangerous.”

“I’ll be sure to inform the Fuhrer of this. I’m sure he’ll be very interested in the Ministries method of teaching.”

She has the nerve to look proud of herself.

“Especially since the ministry seems to be hellbent on sabotaging your next generation.” That wiped the grin off her face. Ed gives her a smug smile.

“Why- why I’d never!” She exclaims indignantly at the accusation.

Ed lounges back and gives his best imitation of Mustang’s, you poor stupid person look. And seeing he’s often on the receiving end of it, there is a lot of source material to pull from.

“Your ministry is knowingly and intentionally ensuring the students have no way to protect themselves.”

“And what, Mr. Elric, would they need to defend themselves from?”

It’s a dare. She’s trying to bait him into saying Lord Asshat is back. But Ed has played this game too often to take the bait when it doesn’t benefit him in any way.

Harry, however, hasn’t learned that lesson yet.

“Oh I don’t know?” Harry interrupts, and Ed just wants to bang his head against a wall at the boy’s stupidity. “Voldemort?”

The toad's face turns this interesting shade of reddish purple that’s very unflattering. Well-- more unflattering than her normal face at least. “How dare you spread such lies and slander. Detention Mr. Potter. You are perfectly safe, the ministry will not tolerate such lies.” “Then I suppose Cedric dropped dead of his own accord.” Ed suppressed a groan, why does Harry insist on digging himself into a bigger hole? It may be hypocritical considering how often he’s done the same, but at least he either outranks the asshole, or they’re too terrified of him, Mustang or both of them to do anything. The first person who gave him trouble when he first joined was suddenly arrested for corruption.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how that happened. But Harry has none of these and is only going to make things worse for himself.

“What happened to Mr. Diggory was a tradg-”

“It was murder!”

“Not to interrupt” Ed breaks in before things get any more heated. “But the danger I was referring to wasn’t lord what’s his face.”

“There is nothing you need to be afraid of Mr. Elric. The ministry is perfectly capable of protecting you and the students.” “So you plan to assign every student a bodyguard?” He mockingly raises an eyebrow at her. “I wasn’t aware you had such resources.”

“Why ever would we do that?”

“Well, that’s the only conceivable way I can imagine the ministry being able to protect students who aren’t allowed to defend themselves.”

“I’ve told you repeatedly Mr.Elric” Her irritation leaking into her voice. “That there is nothing you need to worry about.”

“And you seem to forget, Professor, that I am a State Alchemist. Meaning I work for the government, and have done so for years. I’m the one they send to catch the crackpot serial killer of the week. I’m the one they send to other countries to fight their wars. They send me, because I am the best they have. And in all the countries I’ve been to, people tend to be generally horrible to each other. Murder, rape, torture, human experimentation. I’ve seen it all. And if you think the wizarding world is somehow exempt from that, you and the ministry are incredibly naive. But if you want to bury your head in the sand and pretend all is well, then that's your prerogative. It’s not my dumpster fire, I’m returning to Amestris after this year. You’re the ones who’ll have to deal with the inevitable fall out.”

“Detention Mr. Elric!”

Ed leans back and shrugs. “Doesn’t make what I said any less true.”

“I’ll be informing the minister of this.”

“You go right ahead.” He waves off her threat uncaringly. Like Mustang will actually do anything.

“I doubt the Fuhrer will be pleased with your attitude.” She tries again, caught off guard by his lack of care.

“Hey it's been almost a week and I haven’t caused obscene amounts of property damage or an international incident yet. The bastard’ll probably make it a national holiday. I can see the headlines now, ‘Hero of the People goes one week without destroying anything, it’s a miracle’ or some such bullshit. You level a mountain once and they’ll never let you live it down.”

“A mountain?”

“It was in the way.”

“Of what?!” She asks incredulously.

“The idiot emperor was tired of people fighting over it, something about mining rights, so he decided if they couldn’t act like adults, then he’d just get rid of the problem. So he asked me to destroy the mountain and make a new city out of the material. No more mountain, no more annoying whining. It also had the added benefit of creating a new trade route.”

It was also a not so subtle threat to the other clans to keep them in line. Because, ‘do what I tell you to or I’ll call that insane alchemist who destroyed a mountain because I asked him to’, is great motivation to stop dumbasses from getting any ideas. That and the constipated look the bastard got when he realized he couldn’t yell at him about it was fucking hilarious.

#full metal alchemis brotherhood #Harry potter #order of the phenix #Ed was sent to guard Harry #No one is happy about this Mustang is just hoping he doesn't end up with a second country #FMA #FMA X HP

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toxic-ship-tournament · 11 months

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ROUND 4 / POLL 2

Artekai x Fross ( @artekai ) vs Lucille x Jo ( @radioactive-dragonlover )

who makes up your ship?:

Artekai (he/him) and Fross (he/him)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

What's NOT toxic about them? Fross is an immortal space billionaire, while Artekai (also Kai) is a mortal on Earth in the middle of a corruption arc. Fross has a victim complex, Kai has a hero complex. They enable the worst in each other, but they would hate each other if they actually took the time to get to know one another. They are in love because they are both somehow equally pretentious somehow, they are in love with the idea of being in love, they are just each other’s escapism. They met because Kai fatally stabbed Fross while he was trying to steal Earth's terraforming system (long story, they are Horizon OCs). But Kai quickly regretted it, because he realized that Fross was unarmed, and it was against his moral code to attack someone who was unarmed. And so, to avoid having that weighing on his conscience, he decided to take Fross and nurse him back to health. Yes, they both thought this was the most romantic thing ever. Kai considers this a casual fling like most of his romantic relationships, but Fross would do anything to make Kai his and only his forever. From lies, manipulation, and guilt tripping, to gaslighting, kidnapping, and isolating Kai from his loved ones, it's all on the table. He’s certainly not afraid to take advantage of the vulnerable state that Kai was in when he got into his relationship (he had just had a really bad friendship breakup, so he was horribly lonely and his ego had been shattered). When the truths that Fross had been hiding from Kai finally came out, Fross snapped and tried to kidnap him, planning to drag him to space with him and make him immortal as well so they could be together forever. It was then that Kai finally decided that he was done, and so he fatally stabbed Fross again in a fit of rage, coming full circle.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Ship tag: Frosskai Artekai playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7vmQQ3oJOqItfMCpMg2Ab1?si=e61bc643276d466b Fross playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/13dyyNtUismAc2LzjJdxSX?si=3b97080df1214b02 Frosskai playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5o5uIiOE2HEwhwT3US2KET?si=8cf3cdcd3ae74c1c

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who makes up your ship?:

Lucille and Jo

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Lucille is a rich woman who has nothing to do in her life, she's eternally bored and wishes for something new— something fresh to happen. Jo is a quiet woman with some repressed violent tendencies and who works minimum wage bug is struggling to make ends meets. One night, Jo decides to rob Lucille's mansion and kills her without meaning to in the process, escaping the scene anxiously thinking she's going to go to jail once the body is found. However, Lucille wakes up the next day, with the events of the murder burnt into her mind but her body spared of any wounds. Turns out getting killed is EXACTLY the spice in life she was waiting for! So she decided to track down and knock on her murder's door— not to rat her out, but to ask her to do it again. Jo wasn't really for murdering again, especially with how anxious she ended up getting in the aftermath, but begrudgingly accepts. And it seems that Lucille IS actually very fun to kill for her, too. Cue to Jo murdering Lucille on a Weekly basis, getting very Gay about it each time. Lucille get the thrill of death she wanted, and Jo gets an outlet for her violence. A relationship starting as purely transactional at first slowly turns into a murder romance. They're both kinda fucked up in isolation to one another but complete eachother awfully well. Like "you two are perfect for eachother but never pull anyone else into your bullshit" kinda deal. They keep eachother contained. You feel me.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Ship tag on my art blog ( nihonium-art ) : Undying love ( although fair warning for gore ) Playlist : https://spotify.link/TPbt2y12Syb

#artekai x fross #lucille x jo #artekai #radioactive dragonlover #toxic ship tournament

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astrabear · 2 years

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My brain did a thing. Unfortunately, by the time I got to the end I’d forgotten where I was planning to go with it. So I might fiddle with it at some point. Anyway here’s some brief early days Joe and Nicky.

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The first time Nicolò suggests that their healing is a miracle, Yusuf guts him like a fish. (He misses fish. He misses the sea. He misses feeling confident that he knows the order of things. If the dead can rise, who’s to say that tomorrow the sun won’t fall out of the sky or the moon crack open like an egg? It is easier to think about fish.)

He wakes to find Yusuf mid-tirade, pointing back in the direction they came from and shouting. Nicolò is a little unclear on his thesis, having been dead when it was first proposed, but he gathers that Yusuf objects to calling anything associated with Jerusalem “miraculous.” Evil, yes, foul and corrupted, yes, perhaps even a cruel cosmic joke. Anything but a miracle. There is a threat made concerning future comments and Nicolò’s testicles. At last Yusuf wears himself out and helps Nicolò back to his feet. They keep going, because what else is there to do?

One or two seasons later, he raises the subject again. He’s forgotten the comment about his balls; he has lately begun to have other ideas vis à vis his genitals and what Yusuf might do with them, and they leave him with little capacity for rational thought. Fortunately, Yusuf has forgotten the threat as well, or has thought better of it. He glares at Nicolò, with hostility they have not shown each other in some time. He warns him to tread lightly, that Nicolò is finally showing some promise as a traveling companion and a human being and is far more tolerable when he allows Yusuf to forget what he came from.

That night, for the first time in years, Nicolò prays for God to cleanse him of his desires. Not out of shame or guilt, now, but so that they will not be a burden to Yusuf. His prayers are no more successful than they have ever been.

A year passes before he mentions it again. They are on the verge of sleep, Nicolò’s arms around Yusuf and Yusuf’s face tucked against Nicolò’s neck. Nicolò is awestruck by the miracle of this, pressed skin to skin, chest and groin and thighs, with this marvel of a man. He gives voice to his feelings, haltingly and gently, murmuring into Yusuf’s hair. Yusuf tenses and starts to shake, and they haven’t raised their hands to each other in months and months but for a moment Nicolò is afraid that he’s ruined everything, that Yusuf is going to strike him.

Then he feels the wetness on his shoulder, and it’s worse than anything he imagined because Yusuf is crying.

It comes out in bits and pieces between the sobs. The horrible, clawing guilt of being the one to live, of having this gift, of having found happiness, when so many others had died or worse. Is it not bad enough to live it, to indulge in it, without adding the arrogance of claiming God’s particular blessing? If they were chosen for some purpose, were the siege and the massacre part of bringing them to that purpose? He cannot bear to believe that. He cannot bear to believe that anything about Jerusalem was meant to be. Nicolò cradles the back of Yusuf’s head with one hand and rubs circles between his shoulder blades with the other. He isn’t sure that anyone has ever depended on him for comfort before.

He tries to explain the concept of grace; he says that if everyone is a sinner then anything good is a gift bestowed on the unworthy. He tells Yusuf of a house fire when he was a boy, in which his neighbors had lost everything they owned (and their grandmother and their chickens besides.) But the little girl’s rag doll had somehow been blown clear. The house did not burn just so the girl could love her doll, he says. But for her to find some comfort amid the devastation was still a blessing. That anything good could come from it was a miracle.

Yusuf laughs wetly. “Am I to be your doll, then? Or are you mine?”

Nicolò kisses the crown of his head. “We are each other’s.”

#the old guard #my fic #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #joe and nicky #kaysanova

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vigilskeep · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering how Keir ended up handling the choices in the legacy dlc? Who he ended up siding with and how he felt about everything? I always love hearing what you have to say about him:), thanks in advanced!

thank you so much for this ask, i loved the legacy dlc for keir and i went slightly unhinged on this blog at the time but i dont think i was super clear about his choices. disclaimer this response got so long im so sorry

my poor lad had a MISERABLE time in the legacy dlc. first off, keir is afraid of darkspawn. not for himself, exactly, but they immediately up his protective anxiety to 300% (it’s characteristically always at 100%). he was at ostagar and then the darkspawn killed his little brother, so sure, let’s lock him and three of the most important people in his life in an enclosed fortress full of darkspawn, that’s fine and he can handle it. for sure. then you throw on top of that: bethany is here. keir adores bethany but the distance between them has only grown since she was taken to the circle. she’s increasingly frustrated by the way he acts and he barely knows how to talk to her at all. both keir and anders in canon dialogue try to persuade her to make a run for it during this dlc, leading me to suspect this was the whole point of keir bringing her out at all, in all likelihood a trip he’s had to make a costly bargain with meredith for, so that’s got to be a huge tension the entire time. not to mention, again, the darkspawn: bethany here with the darkspawn is the very thing he left her behind in act 1 to avoid, and she got taken by the templars because of it, and somehow they still ended up here where he could lose her like he lost carver

then on top of that you have anders. keir is afraid of losing his loved ones to the darkspawn, and in this dlc not only is that basic threat to life thrown at him, but it’s made very painfully clear (with a whole corrupted warden showing up just to underline the THIS IS YOUR FUTURE point) that, just like with bethany, with anders we will always end up here. anders is a grey warden and this is how grey wardens die, and there is precisely nothing keir can do about that, ever, except i guess fucking beat him up when he and justice struggle with corypheus, because that’s not going to do any permanent psychic damage (at least there will never be a situation again where anyone expects him to harm anders haha because who would ever expect him to do that twould be crazy haha its not like anders himself believes keir would willingly do this again haha 🙃)

(edit: i’m adding a cut this is so stupid long)

so already keir’s having what you might call a Bad Time. then there’s the malcolm’s will quest. because why not throw ALL his dead or dying loved ones in his face at this point. the malcolm that keir knew was fiercely set against blood magic. keir has much fewer qualms with blood magic himself than malcolm did, but that’s always been one more failure of his character in comparison to his father. he’s not upset his father was a blood mage, he is upset that his father was a hypocrite who claimed otherwise, and who was so weak in strength and will that he could have been forced to blood magic by circumstances. a red hawke refers to malcolm as strict, with high expectations. keir has held himself to those high standards his entire life because they were placed on him by malcolm, and he has always harshly criticised himself for not living up to the guy. the promises he made to malcolm that he has not been able to fulfil are like the centrepiece on which all his issues hinge. he made himself a reaver, a very irreversible process and weighty choice that continues to cause him pain most days, so he could do better. to find out that malcolm had broken all those standards himself first, and been too ashamed to even admit to it like a man? there goes keir’s entire worldview i guess! because he’s not having a bad enough day already

anyway, that was a three paragraph sidetrack to explain the emotional setup. choices. keir sides with larius... initially. keir has already established larius in his head as What Is Going To Happen To Anders and thus leans towards defending him, bethany votes larius and invokes malcolm’s memory to do it (keir is trying to make common ground with bethany and really trying to have faith in malcolm right now), anders votes larius and uses the warden-commander as an example of what not to do (keir has invented a mild unspecific grudge against the warden-commander based on hearsay evidence), and furthermore corypheus’ influence threatened keir’s family and made him fight anders so whatever the guy is, keir leans towards fucking killing him. so he does side with larius at that point. HOWEVER, despite all that, it’s not an open and shut decision. keir has a tendency to trust the intelligence of mages with big ideas, so dismissing janeka isn’t natural and obvious to him. what’s more, she’s talking about the end of the blights. the end of what killed his brother and the threat that’s been terrifying him this whole trip. he turns it down but he’s sure as hell not comfortable doing it and it’s tearing at him a little that he did

and then you get to the final bit where janeka throws it in your face that larius threatened leandra to force malcolm to blood magic. so keir’s already doubting his choice and in a very keyed up emotional state and then larius becomes the threat to his family and the one responsible for how keir feels about malcolm right now. on all that angry impulse, he switches sides. janeka immediately kills larius—REAL punch to the gut of immediate regret because of the whole That’s Future Anders thing—but it’s too late now. they try to free corypheus. It Goes Bad. anders and bethany both get knocked down like the squishy mages they are and varric only narrowly missed doing the same so that’s all terrifying

but eventually they kill corypheus. so, hey. horrible horrible trip maybe one of the most miserable days of his life and he’s questioning a lot of things but ultimately, he can drag everyone he loves out of there alive, and that’s what matters. and it’s not like setting corypheus loose will have any lasting consequences. right?

#LONG response but i loved legacy. keir did not share my enthusiasm #anyway did you know that the aggressive response to janeka afterwards #is to straight up seriously tell her to kill herself. because i did not know that when i selected it #keir hawke

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chronicrabbit · 2 years

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ST Season 4 Rewrite Idea:

I know this is a departure from my normal Steddie content, but Jason Carver’s death made no fucking sense to me, so this is how I would’ve done it for the ✨drama✨

So, I know we hate Jason.

He’s a religious zealot who allowed his anger and his grief to take control of him, and he singlehandedly turned the entire town against an innocent man.

But, let’s examine his character for just a moment, shall we?

We know the Duffle Bags tend to introduce villainous characters for the pure and simple sake of being villains. They don’t really go very deep into the psychology of why said character is a villain.

With Billy, you saw a few glimpses of the why, but Billy’s character was honestly just too big and too complicated to properly flesh out in the time allotted.

I think the same is true of Jason Carver.

Jason was the new golden boy post King Steve. He was a clean cut Steve Rogers type with a pretty girlfriend who he seemed to care deeply about, and a charmed and simple life.

And then he finds out that not only was his beautiful girlfriend brutally murdered, but she was found at the trailer of the local drug dealer flunky Freak that makes a spectacle of himself in the lunchroom and isn’t afraid to poke fun at the jocks like any normal nerd should be.

Chrissy didn’t do drugs.

That’s what he told everyone who suggested that she could’ve possibly been there for unsavory reasons. Because why would Chrissy hide something like that from him? She loved him! Right?

Add in a sprinkling of period appropriate Satanic Panic™️ and you’ve got yourself a corrupt Paladin who’s deluded himself in his rage and religious paranoia into thinking he’s doing the right thing. It’s Anakin Skywalker all over again, my dudes. Just FAR less appealing.

Taking all of that into account, I don’t think Jason should’ve shown up at the Creel house just because some random dude happened to spot Erica there. That’s lazy writing, tbh.

I think Jason should’ve gone to Eddie’s trailer after someone tipped him off that Eddie had been spotted going inside with a whole group of people, because come on. How were they not spotted?

Picture it:

He and two of his basketball buddies show up and case the place. They check the windows and the surrounding area, and decide to send someone in when they see no one inside.

Jason insists he go in himself.

The Freak is his to take down once and for all.

He walks into the trailer, so focused on checking his surroundings that he very nearly misses the sheet rope dangling from the ceiling over a mattress.

He looks up and his jaw drops open when he sees the portal; this orange glowing tear in the fabric of the universe.

Without a second thought, he pulls himself through, landing on the other side to see the same trailer, but somehow different, darker, with thick black vines covering every available surface.

He hears the sound of an electric guitar wailing from somewhere outside, louder than anything he’s ever heard before.

He dodges the vines and rushes out the door, his heart skipping a full beat as he takes in the sight of the Upside Down for the first time; the unearthly red and orange sky, the overwhelming stench of death and decay, the falling ash that burns his lungs and throat.

He turns back toward the trailer then to see none other than Eddie Munson, standing on the roof of his trailer in what he’s pretty certain is Hell, playing his guitar as if his very life depends on it.

Beside him on the roof, one of the Hellfire kids, Dustin Henderson, calls out a countdown. Jason can’t figure out why until he sees a massive black cloud approaching from the distance.

The one man metal concert ends, and then Munson and the kid are climbing down from the roof and their eyes meet.

“Is this hell?” Jason yells, his voice cracking with something so much deeper than fear.

“Was this your plan all along, Freak? To open a goddamn portal to hell?”

Because this has to be Eddie’s doing, right? He killed Chrissy. He killed Patrick too, right in front of him. This had to be his doing!

Eddie pushes the guitar over his shoulder, eyes flickering up toward the swiftly approaching cloud of… something. Several somethings.

“Jason, man, you really shouldn’t be here!” Munson says with wide eyes.

Jason raises his hand holding the gun he bought from the War Zone, the weight comfortable and familiar against his palm.

“So what are you gonna do about it, Freak? You gonna kill me too?”

Munson doesn’t even raise his hands at the sight of the gun, distracted as the Henderson kid calls out:

“Eddie they’re almost here! We need to get inside!”

And suddenly Jason can hear the ungodly screeches of approaching creatures; the black cloud becomes a writhing swarm of hundreds upon hundreds of enormous demonic bats.

“What the-“

And before Jason can finish, he’s being herded back into the trailer by Munson and the kid, who quickly bar the door and celebrate their apparently successful escape.

“What the hell is going on here?” Jason demands when he’s finally able to form words through the tight and terrified clench of his throat.

“Jason, we’ll explain everything later. Just…just go back through the portal,” Munson says, and Jason gets the distinct and deeply unsettling feeling that he’s intruded upon something he really really shouldn’t have.

Something he couldn’t begin to understand.

But it’s too late.

The screeching bat like creatures are suddenly battering and clawing against all sides of the reinforced trailer, breaking through vents in a flurry of black wings that Jason is certain will haunt his every waking moment till the day he dies.

He’s petrified, but Munson and the kid are flanking him on either side, shielding him from harm with garbage can lids pierced through with nails.

They’re protecting him.

They’re cursing and screaming in fear, but they’re standing their ground and fighting off the demon bats and Jason realises all at once that he was wrong. He was so so wrong about Eddie Munson and the Hellfire kids.

Munson and Henderson are arguing as they manage to bar the door, but Jason isn’t listening; can’t hear a thing through the shock ringing in his ears like tinnitus.

Henderson is ushering the both of them toward the portal, saying something about giving the others enough time and how they need to go.

Jason is very much into the idea of leaving, and Munson looks just as enthusiastic.

Henderson goes first, shimmying up the rope with Munson’s help until the gravity of the other side pulls him in to land on the dingy mattress below.

Jason follows at Munson’s beckoning, his feet connecting with the mattress on the other side when the screeching and clawing suddenly stops; fades away like a dream upon waking.

The bats are leaving. Why are they leaving?

And Jason knows that look in Munson’s eye.

That look that says:

“My teammates need my help, so I’m going to help them even if it benches me.”

It feels almost diminutive to compare this situation to basketball, but it’s the only thing he can think of.

When Eddie cuts the rope and runs out, Jason follows, using a chair to boost himself up and vaulting right back through into hell.

They lead the bats away from whoever the ‘others’ are.

When they can no longer run, they face the swarm together.

The pain is blinding, but Jason fights through it because he was wrong.

He was so very wrong.

He turned the entire town against Eddie Munson out of fear and misplaced jealousy, and yet, after everything he’d put the other man through, here he was standing back to back with him, fighting with him, defending him.

And sure, Jason had no earthly idea what they were doing or where they were or who they were keeping the bats from, but he did know that he would keep going until the end.

The end that was coming for both of them.

He refuses to let that happen. He throws himself in front of Eddie as the swarm bears down, throwing the other boy back to take the brunt of the attack.

And it hurts more than anything he’s ever experienced, but he stands his ground despite Eddie’s cries, because he needs to make this right; for Munson, for Chrissy, and for himself.

He says as much when he finally crumbles to the ground in tandem with the bats, his blood mingling with Eddie’s as the other boy holds him in his arms, tears he doesn’t deserve gathering in his eyes.

“I believe you,” Jason finds it in himself to nod, ignoring the searing pain in his neck at the small movement. He’s pretty certain there’s a bit of it missing.

“I believe you didn’t kill Chrissy. I-I shouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Yeah. I gotta say, that was a bit of a bummer, man.”

And Jason actually laughs, or gurgles. There’s so much blood in his mouth.

“I was kinda being framed by a telepathic wizard, if you can believe that.”

“Is that why you’re down here?” he asks, and Eddie nods with no small amount of effort, wincing as his own wounds are jarred by the movement.

“Yeah. We came here to defeat him before he could kill another. I’m-“ he swallows, motioning around to the scattered bodies of the demon bats.

“I’m pretty sure this means that we did it. Or at least did something.”

“Good,” Jason says, his eyes slipping closed.

He’s so tired.

“I don’t know if you could ever forgive me. I sure as hell wouldn’t,” Jason speaks with another weak laugh that rattles in his ribs and burns in his lungs.

“But I want to say I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. I… I guess I just needed someone to blame for my own failings. For never noticing that she needed help. I…”

He whimpers as his vision begins to darken.

“Don’t worry about it right now, dude. Just… stay with me.”

“I-I’m not a bad person. I didn’t think I was, but I…” Jason can’t tell if the wetness on his cheeks is blood or tears.

“Jason, man. You marched into hell with me and helped fight a battle you didn’t belong in.”

Munson says that like it’s unbelievable, but Jason hadn’t even considered it an option to not go back through; to not follow the other boy into the swarm.

“It was…” he starts and stops and starts again. Even keeping his eyes open to meet Eddie’s takes so much effort.

“It was an honor, Munson. Really.”

And Eddie was speaking again, calming words and pleading whispers for him to stay awake,

But he was already gone.

#gimme that Boromir style death scene #I crave that shit #gimme the enemies to allies Disney fast pass style #Eddie could’ve lived #and Jason could’ve died for his redemption #this could’ve been a thing!!!#Steddie #it’s not a Steddie post #but imagine Steve finding them like that #comforting Eddie after yet another person died before his eyes #everything is Steddie if you’re mentally ill #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson lives

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