#bc his lesson plan makes no sense

[backpackingspace]

listen listen I just think they should have leaned more into angry stressed professor will graham

#hannibal #ncb hannibal #will graham #professor will graham #where were the scenes of will during finals huh?? #where were scenes where will had 400 papers to grade #where was his ta begging to be let into a crime scene becasue he really really needed to speak to professor graham please #bc his lesson plan makes no sense #where was the scene where jack bardging in while will is holding office hours (there is actively a student asking him questions #that now has to wait outside for hours #banging pots and pans together let will be an actual teacher goddamnit

[tkaulitzlvr]

i’ll be needing a part 2 of persistent pls🤭

PERSISTENT (2) - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you realise that you have pushed your limits after your antics at the club earlier, tom not holding back on showing you this once you both arrive home.

content: smut

a/n: i have no idea why so many people wanted a part two to persistent, but its been asked for in both my inbox and comments so i decided to do it so u guys can leave me alone🙄🙄, but yea hope this lives up to ur expectations (they better be low bc this is terrible💯)

the house is silent, my heavy feet trudging up the stairs, a small smile on my face as i anticipate what tom has on his mind - though i know deep down that i shouldn’t be excited. he wouldn’t go easy on me, not after how i had acted. in fact, the way his jaw remained clenched, eyes dark and cold, hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles began to turn white, veins prominent through them, if i had any sense within me, i would be scared - knowing that whatever unspoken words he is holding back would not be gentle ones, his actions bound to be even less forgiving. though i am far too focused on the pleasure he will bring me to consider the fact that he probably doesn’t plan on showing me any remorse, not at all regretting my attitude, even though i probably should.

when tom would get like this, so utterly infuriated with me, he wouldn’t hold back, switching from the gentleness he usually showed me in bed, often leading to me uttering the safe word that he had put in place for instances like this. when he would often act on impulse, unable to judge when it became simply too much, his anger driving him to be a little too reckless, the short word acted as a safety net, tom knowing that he had to stop, no matter how much part of him wanted to keep going, this his way of teaching me a lesson. it never seemed to work though, the thought of him being rough only turning me on, leading me to act this way in order to get this side out of him.

however, the new presence of this word meant that no matter how much i begged him to stop, his pace wouldn’t falter until i uttered the four letter word - blue. it didn’t matter how many tears ran down my cheeks, knuckles clutching the sheets so hard that they turned white, mouth open in silent screams, muttering words of discomfort, he would only speed up his movements, knowing that unless i said the word, i enjoyed the pain in some twisted way, not wanting it to stop despite the way my voice would say otherwise.

the room is quiet as i enter it, bed neatly made, cushions laid out in a specific pattern, sheets tucked perfectly into the sides, not a single crease visible on the white silk. it is a shame - i know tom too well to recognise that it won’t look that way for much longer, the bed likely to become a complete mess before he has even entered me. somehow i don’t flinch when the sound of the front door roughly opening echoes throughout the peace, diminishing it instantly. the loud slam that follows instead sends a surge of excitement through me, a knowing smirk on my face, not ready to let tom win just yet.

so i act nonchalant, calmly walking over to my vanity, humming incoherently, my hands grabbing a makeup wipe from the side, making contact with my skin as i begin to wipe my makeup off, starting with my foundation. i had noticed his footsteps making their way up the stairs the second his foot had made contact with the carpet, yet i tuned the sound out, continuing my innocent humming, acting like tom isn’t minutes, maybe seconds, away from fucking me so hard my vocal chords wouldn’t have the strength to whisper anymore, let alone sing to myself.

my eyes close as the makeup wipe glides over the skin, leaving a baby pink residue on the material, my face now bare besides from the red tinge still present on my lips.

“the fuck are you doing?” his low voice sounds through the room, my eyes turning to the reflection of the mirror, met with his large frame stood in the frame of the door. he had been stern with me since finding me outside the club, clearly thinking that his threats would scare me, not expecting to find me doing the exact opposite of what he had instructed, his expression more angry than ever.

“taking off my make up. i’ve told you it’s bad for me to sleep with it on, i don’t want my skin to break out.” i ramble, shrugging nonchalantly as i begin to stand up. my face is neutral, yet inside, my nerves tinge with satisfaction at the sight of tom’s jaw clenching, a loud groan leaving his lips.

he says nothing, my back to him as i begin to reach for the zipper of my dress, though i don’t get far. his own hands roughly tug mine away from my back, placing them harshly by my side as he spins me around, pushing my body against his and smashing his lips onto mine. the kiss is nothing short of desperate, rough and sloppy, tongues fighting for dominance, this enough to distract me from his quick steps that walk me into the wall, my back colliding harshly with it.

“you just don’t know when to fucking stop, do you?” he grunts, tugging his large black jacket from his frame, discarding it somewhere on the floor. his hands firmly grab my face, pulling it towards his own and reconnecting our lips, his teeth biting mine harshly, marvelling at the small whine of discomfort that leaves my lips, eager to cause me small drabs of pain - not enough to hurt me, but just the right amount to make me lose my stubbornness.

“jump.” he mutters against my lips, his hands hooking underneath my thighs in anticipation for my movement, yet i shake my head, much to his disbelief, a small smile tugging on my lips.

he pulls away, eyes narrowing once he picks up on my amusement, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“you think this is funny, hm? come on, laugh again, i dare you.” he begins, studying the way the smile on my face slowly fades, caving in as he towers over me, one arm resting against the wall behind me. he nods his head, signalling me to show the same sense of entertainment i gained from disobeying him, though he doesn’t receive it, my mouth closing, eyes looking upwards into his own innocently.

“that’s what i fucking thought. y’know, i think you’ve forgotten your place. you really need me to remind you? ‘cause you know i will schatz.” he threatens, a satisfied grin on his lips once he realises how submissive i have become. i stay silent, a small hum leaving his lips as his hands grab the flesh of my thighs, hoisting me upwards. my back is flush against the wall, hips directly against his as he holds me up, fingers digging into the skin, my dress riding upwards slowly.

“fucking pathetic.” he whispers, his lips ghosting over mine, immediately noticing the way my head moves forwards slowly, silently begging for him to kiss me once again. for a second, he puts me out of my misery, capturing my lips in a soft kiss, humming into it slightly, acknowledging the way i quickly kiss back, unapologetically desperate for him. though he pulls away once he has hooked me in to the point that my kisses become faster, tugging on my lips slightly as he moves backwards, smiling sadistically when i whine in frustration, taking one hand and smoothly caressing my cheek, taunting me more than he ever has before.

he stays teasingly close, torturing me at this point, dipping his head even closer momentarily, dragging his thumb across my lips, collecting my saliva. he adores my weakness, loving how he is already in control, continuing to tease me despite the fact that he has won - he had the second he came to find me at the bar. we both knew that, yet i kept up my guard for too long, it’s presence now so thin it is almost non-existent.

“i don’t know why you try to act like you’re in charge. you and i both know you’ll be screaming my name in five minutes. you don’t have to hide it, i can read you like a book. you know it, you’re just humiliating yourself.” he chuckles lowly at my silence, dipping his head downwards as his lips make contact with my neck, placing open mouthed kisses over the skin. i tilt it to the side, giving him easy access.

my eyes fluttering shut once his lips touch the sensitive spot below my ear, i know that he has me under his control. and when he tears me away from the wall, walking over to the bed with my thighs still hooked around his waist, i don’t try to fight it anymore. he is frustrated, much more than he was when we entered the car, me disobeying him just once was enough for him to lend me no sympathy, this communicated once my back makes contact with the bed, roughly colliding with the soft mattress.

he climbs on top of me, my legs spreading instinctively to allow him within them, and closer to the place where i needed him most. sure, he would’ve found his way between them regardless of if i had obliged or not, but i decide to make part of it easier for him. his hands pull them apart even further, my dress now bunched up at my hips, lace panties on show for him.

“where’s that fucking attitude of yours now, hm?” he questions, studying the way my chest heaves up and down, the wet patch on my panties inches away from his face as he bends downwards, placing a soft kiss over the material, my hips bucking upward at the unexpected act. he grabs the flesh, forcing them back downwards, his head emerging from between my legs.

“don’t think i’m going easy on you ‘cause you’ve stopped acting like such a brat.” he states, hands roughly tugging my panties down as he speaks. “we’re past that point now. you’re getting fucked until you can’t use that mouth of yours to act out anymore.”

his words aren’t a threat, no, they are nothing short of a promise. sure, he says a lot of things when he is angry, but right now, each syllable that pours from his beautiful lips is nothing but the truth. and, whilst i couldn’t hide from the slight fear that habituated within me, the aching between my thighs overpowered it, throbbing desperately, needy for some sort of stimulation.

my silence is music to his ears. even though my acts of rebellion fuel his desire to ruin me, he much prefers me at his mercy, begging for him, my entire body his possession, his name written all over it, marking me as his own.

once my panties are somewhere on the floor, he moves to my dress, motioning for me to sit up, his calloused fingers attaching themselves to the zipper, tugging it downwards with such force the soft material rips. i gasp in disappointment, a tinge of anger rising within my chest, prompting the misbehaved side of me to make another appearance.

“are you fucking kidding me? that dress cost-”

“fucking shut up. i’ll get you a new one.” he mutters, tugging the material off of my body, leaving me completely naked beneath him, tom still completely dressed.

normally, i love his style, his baggy jeans and layers of t-shirts suiting him perfectly in most circumstances. yet right now, when i want nothing more than to feel his body against my own, it proves to be more of an inconvenience. he tugs the oversized denim downwards and off of his frame, his t-shirt soon following once he manages to tear it off. his dick prints firmly through his boxers, the outline prominent through the material, the thickness of it making the heat in my thighs unbearable as i move to clench them together, desperate for some sort of friction.

he shakes his head, roughly prying them apart with one hand, the other raking his boxers downward, his dick hitting his lower abdomen, the tip red, his erection so prominent it looks almost painful.

“all fours.” he orders, stroking himself a few times, watching as i turn around, positioning myself as he asked. he groans breathily from behind me, pumping himself a few times before i feel his tip meet my entrance.

he is unforgiving, thrusting his hips forward in one fast motion, moving his dick completely inside of me, not giving me any time to adjust as he usually would. i cry out in pain, my walls stretched out to the point that it is uncomfortable, the feeling of his tip prodding deep inside of me, combined with his thickness continuing to stretch me out creating a sensation that causes tears to build in my eyes.

“fuck- it’s too much…hurts.” i manage to let out, voice shaky as the angle doesn’t at all help my case. in fact it worsens it, my back arched in the air, arms flat against the bed, shaking as they try to hold me up, close to letting out.

“take it.” he says, cursing underneath his breath as he begins a fast pace, almost pulling out completely, before slamming back into me. “you want to act like a brat, i’ll treat you like one. you wanted this, don’t back out now.”

he knows that he is being rough, he can tell from the way low whimpers leave my lips with each quick movement of his hips. words almost inaudible, small utterances of discomfort muffled into the sheets, soon fading into screams of pleasure, cries of pure ecstasy, proving just how much he was right. and though i cannot see his face, my own smushed into the pillows, through his small groans, i can sense the sadistic smirk on his lips as he continues to pound into me.

“look at you, so fucking needy.” he taunts, his hand slowly reaching to grab my hair as i silently thank myself for tying it in a ponytail earlier. though now it is wild, wispy hairs falling from the hair tie, the ends ruffled slightly. yet he is able to take it easily, using it to pull my body upwards, back flush against his chest. he doesn’t make any attempt to be gentle, a loud yelp sounding from my lips as he ensures our bodies are pressed together, his fingers continuing to run through my hair.

“try to talk back now, like you did earlier on. you can’t, can you?” he questions, already knowing the answer. my mouth is wide open in a silent scream, head resting back against his shoulder as breathing consistently even proves difficult, tuning out everything besides from the sharp movements of his dick in and out of me. even his words are muffled, not registering in my head, this providing him with even more satisfaction, any communication soon melting into loud gasps, unable to muster any sort of response.

“doesn’t matter how many times i tell you. you’ll never learn, will you?” he scolds, his own voice shaky, often cut off with small groans, faltering especially when my walls clench around him. “takes me fucking you like this for you to shut that mouth of yours. you and your damn attitude.”

each time i clench around him, drawing his dick deeper inside of me, i wonder how much more i can take. god, i swear i can feel him inside my stomach, so full it is hard to breathe, the air, thick with the smell of sex, not helping my state. he seems to become more relentless, running his hands down my back, only to forcefully push my head back into the sheets, my high pitched moans now muffled into the silk, back arching subconsciously, each stroke of his cock inside of me making me more weak, swearing that i will collapse if he continues, struggling to hold my lower half up despite tom’s harsh grip on it.

his hand finds it way to my stomach, snaking around my waist to press downwards harshly, my mouth falling open at the sensation, able to feel every inch of him inside me, unable to hold back the loud cries that pour from my lips.

“fuck- oh my god!” i whine, lifting my head upwards from the sheets momentarily, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. my entire body trembles, the knot in my stomach tightening with each harsh thrust, his hips snapping against me at an even faster pace, his momentum somehow increasing.

“you feel it, hm?” he groans, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, nails leaving marks in place of the soft skin. “sometimes you don’t realise how lucky you are. that you’re the only girl- fuck! you’re the only girl who gets to feel me inside of you, yet you can’t help yourself, can you? always have to act out…shit!”

the soft curses that spill from his lips become more frequent, this along with the feeling of his dick twitching inside of me letting me know that he is close too.

“i can’t- gonna cum!” i moan, pushing myself backwards so that i am closer to him, forcing him that little bit deeper inside of me. i writhe my hips, squirming slightly as my release is within arms reach, silently praying that he will put me out of my misery and let me cum - knowing that i am stupid to think that he is going to be so lenient.

“fucking hold it. you’re not cumming yet, you don’t deserve to.” he states, thrusting a few more times before his dick twitches one final time, ropes of his hot cum shooting into me. his nails dig into my ass as he kneads it, his release continuing to wash over him, a chorus of loud grunts leaving his lips.

now he is moving so slowly, riding out his high, teasing me by doing so, the slow strokes of his cock inside of me more unforgiving than his fast movements before. his tip, milking out the last drops of cum, now hits my g-spot repeatedly, each deep thrust sending me literally insane as it becomes impossible to hold my release.

“please- i can’t…i need to cum, can’t hold it.” my begging is almost pitiful to him, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he keeps moving in and out of me, despite the fact that his climax has been and gone.

“you wanna cum, hm?” he teases, pushing me upwards by my stomach so that my back is pressed against him once again. this time, his lips make contact with my neck, nibbling at the skin, his tongue running over it soon after, the feeling only making it more difficult as i continue to beg.

“mhm…please tom, let me cum. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” i plead, my words coming out as a low whine, tears cascading helplessly down my cheeks. he hums against me, the bass within his voice sending a shiver throughout my body.

“hmmm, are you really sorry, baby?” he teases, knowing that i am willing to say anything to let go of the knot in my stomach, on the verge of screaming at the top of my lungs in pure rage.

“mhm, yeah…i’m so sorry…i’ll be good from now on…so good! please, let me cum- shit!” my voice is hoarse, throat sore from the loud moans that have escaped from the back of it, completely worn out, beyond desperate to feel my release.

“go on baby, cum for me, c’mon.” he says, kissing my shoulder slowly as i nod my head vigorously, letting go of the tight knot in my stomach.

my head falls backwards, eyes squeezing shut, swearing that i can see stars as my mouth falls open, a high-pitched moan escaping from it as i clench around him one last time, my release washing over me. i almost fall forwards at the feeling, so overwhelming that i lose the strength to hold myself upright. tom collapses with me, still thrusting in and out from above me, fucking his load deeper inside of me, his chest heaving up and down as he does so.

his movements slow down as i sigh in relief, completely spent. however he pulls out of me momentarily, only to flip me on my back in one swift movement, quickly bottoming out inside of me once again.

i cry out at the sensation, unable to handle the feeling of his sharp thrusts, overly sensitive from being teased for so long before.

“i can’t take it…it’s too much!” i whine, already a moaning mess, yet this time, the pain overtakes the pleasure, coursing within me no matter how much i attempt to drown it out, his rough strokes stretching me out so much that it soon becomes uncomfortable.

“yes, you can.” he states, holding my arms above my head, his hands keeping my wrists in place. he is adamant on ensuring that i learn my lesson, and, the discomfort that overtakes any other feeling silently confirms that i will never act out again, struggling to stay still as my entire body squirms.

“please…i can’t…”

“not stopping until you learn that you don’t get to act like a fucking brat and not get punished for it.” he says, circling his hips a little, moving in and out ever so slowly, reducing the speed of his thrusts, instead focusing on the small whines that he elicits from my lips at the change in pace, noticing the way my face contorts in pleasure.

the slight change in angle allows him to press directly against my spot, rather than brushing past it with each deep stroke, another release soon building up within me, the overstimulation meaning it doesn’t take much to take me there. and, i can tell that he is getting close too, his breathing becoming fast and heavy, hands squeezing the flesh of my thighs as he uses them to thrust in and out of me.

he fills me up once again, teeth sinking into his lip as he does so, a restricted whine emitting from the back of his throat, the sudden pressure triggering my own climax. my hands find their way to his biceps, maintaining a tight hold as i squeeze them harshly, chest heaving up and down, unable to handle the slow rocking of his hips. he rides out his high, before picking up his pace once again, clearly looking for a third round, seemingly unaffected by his two previous orgasms. he is pushing my limits and he knows it, watching the way my face twists, forehead lined with sweat.

his head falls backwards, eyes fully closed, mouth slightly open, and, if he wasn’t so lost in his own satisfaction, i am sure that he would be teasing me somehow, reminding me how pathetic i look underneath him, or scolding me for my antics earlier on. though he saves his energy, instead using it to build up his pace, tuning out the sound of my small whines.

“stop- i can’t anymore!” i beg, tears rolling down my cheeks, my voice small and shaky, legs trembling uncontrollably.

this time, he knows that i mean it, when i take my hand, taking it firmly, with as much strength as i can muster, against his chest, attempting to push him away. but, despite this realisation, he keeps going, not showing any intention of stopping, not until i say the word. yet it is on the tip of my tongue, holding back from saying it just yet, enjoying the pain in some messed up way. though i know that i am spent, unable to do anything but exhale rapidly, just able to shape together the word “blue.”

his eyes shoot open, movements coming to an immediate stop, face softening once he registers my state - eyes bloodshot, body shaking, lips wavering as they attempt to hold back the sobs dangerously close to sounding from them.

“shit- fuck baby, i’m sorry, are you okay?” he rambles, quickly climbing off of me, wrapping his arms around my small frame and pulling me into him, rubbing my back comfortingly.

“i’m fine it’s just- too much.” i whisper, my voice barely audible, throat raw. he notices this straight away, pulling me closer into his embrace, planting soft kisses into my hair, mumbling small apologies into it every few seconds, listening to my breathing as it eventually slows, my body relaxing into him, his hold on me making it easy to fall into a deep sleep, tom’s soft snores soon following.

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sonic prime s3 rewrite:

im going to try to fix a bunch of things i was unsatisfied with from the end of the story.

such as the whole “work together” lesson that sonic learned somewhere in the last 6 episodes really vaguely. also im going to fix sonic and shadow’s vague friendship arc. i might also take a crack at fixing knuckles the dread’s conclusion bc he was the most interesting variant lets be honest and he was nearly forgotten. maybe in another post. this is future me talking i spent hours writing this.

im also going to make the “we’re back home” ending WAY longer and actually have there be an emotional resolution for the #notgay “brothers”

and the most egregious sin (imo) of season 3 was the fact that all the worlds just. stayed. and that was it. huh????????

THIS WILL BE LONG AND MIGHT BE ASS IN YOUR OPINION LOL ITS CHILL. IM NOT A SEASONED DAY 1 FAN WHOSE READ EVERY COMIC AND PLAYED EVERY GAME AND KNOWS THESE CHARACTERS BETTER THAN THE WRITERS OR ANYTHING IM JUST HAVING FUN AND SHARING WHAT I THINK WOULD HAVE MADE MORE SENSE

THE SHARDS:

ok first, we have to go back in time a little bit. i think each shard should have been the heart of its respective world instead of just the random place it happened to be sitting in. the shards create the world around them, and whoever holds the shard of a world basically controls reality for that world. the shards are always originally centered on the palm tree of their world (the chaos council found their tree and stole the shard, this is why the tree is so important to the resistance, they need to return it to restore balance. NO ONE IS MEANT TO WEILD THE SHARDS, IT ONLY BRINGS CHAOS. THIS IS A CENTRAL THEME.) when a shard is removed from its world, the world begins to slowly collapse on itself. the more shards are taken the more the WHOLE shatterverse starts to become unstable. THIS is why the shatterverse begins to decay, not just because there was “too many portals” or whatever.

THE MOST IMPORTANT PART: when the paradox prism is fully recreated and brought back to its place in ghost hill, green hill will be restored and the shatterverse will cease to exist. it was created by the shards being split, bringing them back together brings the world back together into one.

sonic does not realize this at first. he finds out the shards are in different worlds and starts trying to find them all to put them back together, saying he needs to recreate his world, not thinking about the logical consequence for the shatter spaces. nine hears this and thinks he could create his OWN world wherever he wants using the power of the prism. he is wrong. (find out why later)

SHADOW:

for the most part, shadow is in the right about everything. his only issue is that like sonic, he doesn’t want to work together. sonic is too impulsive, but shadow is too stubborn. they learn to overcome this together throughout the series. while shadow is stuck speaking to sonic from the void, they are constantly disagreeing on what to do. shadow is being too bossy and demanding that his plans be followed to the letter, and sonic is making split second changes and forgetting to tell him. this at some point nearly ends in a MASSIVE disaster and they both realize they need to get it together. wasting time fighting is part of what caused this mess in the first place- shadow is also slightly at fault here. we do a flashback to the day of the incident and they agree to try to cooperate. it’s a little rocky, but by the end they’re fighting side by side in perfect sync, recognizing each other as valued friends.

NINE:

nine for most of the series can stay the same. an important plot point for me is his insistence that he is NOT tails. however, instead of this being something sonic has to learn is true, it’s something nine has to learn is false. when nine goes to ghost hill and sees the old tails, he’s unnerved by this hollow shell of a version of himself. while he is alone putting the shards back together on the mountain, he realizes that just like the shards are unstable fragments of the paradox prism, the shatter spaces are unstable fragments of green hill. he is a fragment of tails. this sets off a minor identity crisis on top of the realization that he is not supposed to exist. none of the shatter spaces are supposed to exist. that’s why they’re all so out of wack. no place is flooded and ruled by pirates, the boscage maze is a suffocating jungle, new yoke is a dystopian nightmare, and the grim is a lifeless wasteland. they all exist in a fragile state of balance and are already falling apart. they were already on shaky ground but have been on a direct path to destruction since sonic showed up. he still has hope in his ability to make the grim into his own world, but deep down he’s refusing to let himself realize the truth: even with the power of all 5 prism shards the world will continue to decay until they are reunited. nine takes the shards and leaves.

SONIC:

dear god. sonic. where do i even begin.

first of all, i would prefer to see him being a little less chatty and scatterbrained. i think a little of it would still make sense considering the story he’s living through, but in general he needs to be a little more tethered to his old unshakable self until it comes to the really important decisive moments. sonic isn’t an emotionless character, but he just seemed extra…. smushy..? idk this isn’t something i can articulate well ehe XP

i LOVED the parallels and flashbacks from seasons 1 and 2. where did they go??? i go crazy for a good parallel, so i say they keep happening in season 3. obviously. like of all the times to mirror the beginning, it’s the final fight???

i want to have the final battle directly and clearly parallel the fight from episode 1. this way, there can be a Moment where sonic stops to look back at his experiences and make the choice to do things the right way this time. to fix the problem he created he needs to fix his personal problem that created the problem. i want a very obvious scene where he finally finished connecting all the dots lets this lesson sink into his head.

speaking of which, let’s get back to present time and talk about the final fight.

FINAL BATTLE:

nine has all 5 shards kept far apart and protected, but still close enough for him to draw on their power. the world is decaying rapidly and he has to constantly use the shards to ward off the imminent destruction.

sidenote: at some point when nine is trying to pick off sonic, he sends the birds to search the empty space in the shatterverse. one finds shadow’s chaos emerald in the void and brings it out. shadow gets it back from the bird or whatever later. it was so weird that the void stopped being relevant and they just never got the green emerald back.

heading into the final fight, sonic is sad about nine’s betrayal, but he only gives him one chance to give up. when he and shadow confront nine, sonic tells him that the shatterverse is falling apart and no one has a home left to return to anymore. nine hesitates for a moment, he knows there is a chance that even with his enemies gone he won’t be able to stop the decay, but he refuses to give up. sonic knows what is at stake here and he takes it seriously. he doesn’t want to fight nine but he has no choice, besides, nine is hurting his friends, and that’s not acceptable.

sonic still isn’t sure what to do about the moral dilemma of wiping out the shatterverse to bring back his world. after all, wouldn’t that make him no better than nine? but right now there is an immediate threat: nine accelerating the decay of the universe by holding all the shards in one shatter space.

during the final fight (which i would also make WAYYYYY shorter) i would have him try to go for nine himself, thinking that he knows nine best, and is the most well equipped to defeat him. everyone else is on shaky ground with each other as alliances between the different groups, especially with the eggmans, haven’t been solidified. because of this lack of teamwork everyone struggles to fight off the robots nine creates.

sonic stops. he’s seen this play out before, and the stakes weren’t nearly as high. he is the throughline of the whole group so HE has to bring everyone together (“theres only one hedgehog they’ll follow into battle”). He gets everyone to understand that right now they’re on the same page, so they all formulate a plan together to keep the robots away and get the shards back one by one. sonic and shadow fight nine in person while everyone else collects the shards and brings them each to sonic and shadow, who use the power of the shards to help defeat nine. but when they remove nine’s power source, the world starts decaying really fast again. nine panics, takes the shards back and starts trying to fight off the decay, but it’s too much to fight anymore. he falls to his knees in defeat, he knows his goals were always unreachable. at first he lashes out at sonic, but then he stops and just cries.

he tells sonic how he just wanted a place to call home, even though he knew it wouldn’t be possible. sonic says that maybe it’s still possible to restore the shards to their worlds and stop the decay, shadow interjects that they need to bring back green hill, but nine says there’s no point in trying to bring back the shatter spaces. they’re beyond repair, and they were never meant to be in the first place (the others hearing this are shocked and uneasy hearing this). he was wrong to try to destroy everyone’s worlds to make one just for himself, at least sonic was trying to bring back his friends. but sonic comforts him and reassures his feelings and also apologizes for asking him to stop existing. but nine says that’s actually what he needs to do now. the only option left is to restore green hill. they’ll pour all the energy stores they have left into the kraken to get sonic and shadow back to the decaying ghost hill.

sonic tries to object, asking if nine is sure he’s ok with disappearing. nine says he won’t really stop existing, he and all his friends were always with him and always will be back in green hill. nine thanks sonic for always being his friend. here is the big brother hug moment. nonetheless, they all say goodbye (for now), and shadow and sonic head out of the grim.

RESTORING GREEN HILL:

blah blah there’s some debris and maybe they *almost don’t make it* but in the end they just barely get to the gateway in time.

sidenote: instead of shadow needing to go through weird side cracks to get through the gates, he is able to because of the instability of the prism energy not keeping him out the way it did before

shadow is almost blocked at the gateway. he’s pushing through, but the world is falling apart. sonic grabs the shards from him and tosses them into ghost hill so he can pull shadow through. shadow exclaims something about the shards and sonic says he won’t leave him behind. shadow is touched <3 (they’re holding each other desperately this whole scene and when they fall through, this is me making up for cutting the princess carry im so sorry i had to).

they get to the mountain, return the shards, and a huge blast of energy knocks them back. sonic opens his eyes and cue the regular sequence from the final episode. i liked this bit, it was such a relief to see the world put back together lol. after they fight eggman, sonic brings everyone in for a big group hug like he tried to in new yoke and says he has to go find shadow.

sonic asks shadow if he still remembers everything, and he does. sonic breathes a sigh of relief and jokes that he was worried all that friendship building effort had gone to waste, shadow gives him a (very) small laugh. he tells sonic that he may have started this by being himself, but he also fixed it by being himself. sonic whizzes around him asking if that was a compliment, and shadow says it’s just good to be back home. sonic says “it wouldn’t be the same without you. it wouldn’t be the same without ME either” to which shadow rolls his eyes and tries to hide a smile. sonic uses shadow’s shoulder as an arm rest as the two look out at the sunset. sonic says they make a pretty good team when they fight WITH each other. there’s a pause before shadow responds, “yeah.”

the next day goes on like it did in the real episode except shadow is there, and when the gang remarks on sonic’s odd demeanor they also comment on his suddenly improved relationship with shadow. the show ends like it did before with sonic about to explain but interrupted by eggman. life is back to normal, happily ever after the end.

OK THATS IT!!!! i hope whatever few people had the endurance and determination to read all of this enjoyed it, ive been writing it out for hours omgggg i could never write fanfiction i would die LMAO. i had such a clear vision of what i thought this season was going to be that i figured it wouldn’t take too much effort for me to write it all out. like i said before it’s definitely not perfect and i refuse to re read this for errors for 24 hours but i hope you enjoyed ok bye :3

#sonic #sonadow #sonic prime #sonic prime season 3 #sonic prime s3 #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic and tails #tails nine #sth

[princessjojo-x]

CapricornVenus ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

💝 he’s quite unemotional & detached so he’s not the most affectionate. if he is affectionate with you it will be done privately. he’s secretive abt his feelings, leaving his partner confused. this stems from a fear of showcasing vulnerability. be patient with him as he needs time to open up (esp if he has aqua placements but not so much if he has sag placements).

💝 he attempts to attract & impress his love interests with his appearance, achievements, confidence & wit.

💝 he takes love very seriously & treats rxships like a business contract. he’s willing to work through any rxship problems & won’t commit for fun or out of boredom. he is a reliable, supportive & loyal with hispartner. he act as a rock in rxships & he gives great advice. he knows what he likes & what he doesn’t like. he won't spend a single second on you if he doesn’t think you're worth it. he’s either completely not interested or totally in love.

💝 he’s usually aware that he’s being flirted with but will consciously ignore it. however, it’s his unapproachable vibe that entices potential partners.

💝 he has a lot of lessons to learn in love related situations (since saturn rules capricorn).

💝 he is unforgettable. he will have people that will love him & reminisce on memories with him even after many years.

💝 he has the best dress sense

💝 he likes old movies/old songs

💝 he can be very competitive

💝 he’s the type to get money randomly from family

💝 all cardinal venus signs tend to stop making efforts in their rxships once they get the person they were chasing, then either leave or complain about how boring things got.

Turn On’s:

💝 he’s turned on by money & status. he wants a career focused & goal oriented rxship. his ideal woman has a good reputation & career, with high morals & self respect. show him you have goals & plans. be serious abt the rxship & your life. girl boss your way into it bc he won’t commit to you unless he can take pride in you. (power couple building successful future together vybz).

💝 he loves the following traits (even if he himself doesn’t have these traits himself): ambitious, collected, successful, mature, disciplined, consistent, predictable, stable, hardworking, responsible, trusting.

💝 demonstrate an interest in history, tradition, structure, family.

💝 he demands respect wherever he goes. accept & support his rules & strict routine (he likes to feel in control).

💝 despite his reputation of being dry & serious asf, he actually enjoys being in the company of fiery individuals, esp if he doesn’t have much fire in his own chart. he’s particularly attracted to aries & leo energy bc he needs that extra boost of spontaneity & idgaf vybz. he loves someone that brings variety & wildness into his everyday life.

💝 he wants what he cant have & he desires romance that is unattainable to him. the tighter you hold him, the more likely he is to run away.

💝 to impress him, dress neat, classy (business casual) & most importantly dress simple, as saturn is the planet of discipline - french girl chic vibes or a woman in uniform vibes (wear black)

Turn Off’s:

💝 he dislikes people with a bad reputation. he wont say anything nasty to them bc he’s too polite but he will avoid them in public.

💝 a showy, ditzy, irresponsible, immature, condescending, disrespectful, controlling, obnoxious & low status partner.

💝 trying to control him in anyway.

💝 talking abt your ex.

💝 he doesn’t really like closed off people since he can be closed off himself.

💝 asking him to explain things more than once.

💝 overwhelming him with too much emotion.

💝 if you try to play games with him rather than growing up & committing. (same for all earth venus)

#astro notes #astrology #venus signs #capricorn venus

[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part XI

previous part

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a/n: so this is totally unrelated to the story and obey me entirely but if any of you are bsd enjoyers did y’all read chapter 107?? y’all almost didn’t get a new chapter of this story bc of that damn chapter. it made me want to jump off the nearest 50ft building. I wanted to die after reading that fr, so bc asagri made me cry we’re getting double angst for this chapter. anyway I’m done with my rant now enjoy!

oh and p.s. I’m putting which perspective you’re reading as since some found it confusing last chapter. the original is og MC, and the wrathful human is wrath! MC just in case it’s confusing!

warnings: slightly longer chapter, lesson 16 spoilers, descriptions of dying, choking, mentions of blood, abuse of pacts (slightly)

a success for one side

The perspective of the original

“Lucifer was there really no other way we could have done that?” Levi asked, struggling to get up off the ground. His whole body ached and blood dripped from his mouth pooling onto the planetarium ground in heavy amounts.

“Levi close yer mouth, you're gonna lose more blood if ya keep it open” Mammon said, making his way over to his younger brother.

“Yeah there could have been a different way of doing this, we’re not all masochists, like you Lucifer” Satan spat. Blood then fell from his nose onto his shirt and he cursed in response.

“In my defense I never agreed to this” Asmo yelled. “My whole body is covered in bruises and blood Lucifer! I have a photoshoot on Monday!”

“Belphie’s out cold” Beel said, moving closer to his twin ignoring the blood falling from his face.

“That’s no surprise, Mc really did a number on him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was out for a few hours because of it.” Satan sighed.

“I’ll take him to your room, Beel.” Lucifer said, walking over to pick up the youngest.

“Lucifer ya look like you're gonna fall over” Mammon said watching the oldest slowly walk over to their younger brother.

“I’m fine,” He stated. “For now we should focus on cleaning ourselves up and heading after Mc”

“I doubt Mc wants to see us right now…” Levi sighed.

“Levi, close your mouth” Mammon yelled as blood began to fall on him.

“Ahh!” Levi screamed.

Mammon sighed and helped Levi and the rest of his brothers get up after Lucifer left with Belphie. If he’s being honest he doesn’t remember much of what happened due to blacking out halfway through your wrath episode. After you were done he and his brothers each woke up laying on the floor with pools of blood surrounding them.

He honestly didn’t like Lucifer’s plan of taunting you into a pact, but sacrifices had to be made if they wanted you to stay here.

You needed to stay here.

More often then he and his brothers would like to admit they really did miss their Mc. However they did love and enjoy your company just as much. Their only wish was that their Mc was just like you.

Interacting and having fun with you was always bittersweet in a sense since it reminded them of a time before the incident, a happier time before everything went downhill.

If only you could have forgiven them.

It didn’t matter how much they did miss their own Mc, because they were going to keep you here in their place. You reminded them of the personality they were used to, it was as if this other version of you currently with them had completely forgotten about the incident and moved on with their life.

Sure you had a breakdown or two about your feelings but they sincerely apologized about what happened and you forgave them, causing them to finally be able to move on as well.

They all believed everything was going great, after all you never complained or spoke about anything being wrong with them so they were blind to the truth. You went along with everything and anything they did which made them desire your attention and affection more. These demons were so touch starved for you to the point of it becoming a problem.

However they weren’t going to lie, seeing you that upset really did hurt them. Most of them disagreed with Lucifer’s first plan to make a pact with you, and the second plan made the brothers split in half. The third and last plan was the one they currently just carried out.

It was because Lucifer had the bright idea to upset you so much that you’d finally be willing to make a pact with him for your enjoyment. Belphie also making a pact with you was a bonus, after all the youngest finally got what he wanted, even if it did cost him.

As Mammon finally finished cleaning up Levi and a few more of his brothers he couldn’t help but wonder where you were heading off too. You mentioned you had something to do after you dealt with them, he just couldn’t remember what it was…

After leaving the House of Lamentation you stormed in the direction of the Demon Lord's Castle, with the intent of speaking to the prince and his butler. Nothing but pure rage filled your thoughts as you clenched your bloody fists. You were going to demand them to send you back to your timeline no matter what.

As you reached the door to the castle you prepared to knock, however before you even got the chance the door opened revealing a smiling Barbatos on the other side.

“Good evening Mc, what brings you here? If I’m not mistaken I don’t remember arranging for you to come over.”

“I need to speak with Diavolo.” You simply stated, right now you were not in the mood to make small talk with the butler.

“Ah well we should get you cleaned up first and foremost you appear to be bleeding” Barbatos said reaching for your hand.

Reluctantly you let him take it and examine the condition of your bloodied hands and arms. “Don’t worry about it, it's not my blood anyway.” You said pulling away.

Barbatos’ eyes widened just the slightest as he gave you a surprised look before trying to speak again, only to get cut off by the prince himself.

“Mc are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Diavolo asked, slightly frantically as he made his way over to you pushing his butler aside in the process.

“Like I said previously I’m fine. I’m not the one you should be asking that question too anyway”

Diavolo looked confused then spoke. “What do you mean? Did you happen to get into a fight with some demons? Where are the brothers..?”

“At the House of Lamentation. Listen I didn’t come here to talk about them I came here to ask for help Dia”

“Of course Mc, but first I need to ask, what’s wrong? Are you in any danger of some sorts, if you are I assure you Barbatos and I can take care of it”

You sighed before speaking. How were you to go about telling the demon prince himself that you were from a different timeline? Your Barbatos told you not to mention that detail at all costs because it could somehow affect the future, however you didn’t know how much longer you could stay in a place like this. This timeline was beginning to bring out parts of yourself you tried so hard to keep hidden, who knows what else it could cause you to do if you stayed here any longer…

“I am not your Mc.” You stated.

Diavolo and Barbatos shared a confused glance at each other before you continued.

“I’m from a different timeline where different events have occurred, but somehow I got switched with your Mc from this timeline. I need your help to get back before I cause anymore damage here then I already have.”

It was silent for a few seconds, and the two who were standing in front of you stared at you with blank faces. Seconds soon turned into minutes and you began to get worried since neither of them showed any signs of responding.

Anxious now you prepared to defend your words until Diavolo smiled and walked towards you, with Barbatos soon following behind.

“Oh Mc, don’t worry I believe you, after all I could tell right away that you weren’t from here!” Diavolo laughed.

“Is that so…?” You said awkwardly.

“Of course! You’re much nicer and more understanding than our Mc. Your personality sticks out like a sore thumb in comparison. And it’s a bit suspicious when I get glares and eye rolls one day and a hug and nickname the next. No human I’ve met changes personalities that fast.”

“Ah I see…so then I take it you’ll help me get back?”

“Oh I think you misunderstand, I never said that.” Diavolo smiled.

“What?” You replied, taking a small step back.

“See, with you here the exchange program is producing wonderful results! Better than I expected actually. Well that and everyone here seems to enjoy your presence, including me. So you wouldn’t want to leave us so soon now, would you?” Diavolo said, invading your personal space. The demon prince was speaking with such a friendly tone it was as if you were having tea with him and joking around.

“I have to go home, I need to go home. Please believe me you all are wonderful but this isn’t where I belong. I feel suffocated here, and to be frank I don’t feel the same way I feel about my demons when I’m with you all.”

Diavolo frowned and sighed. “It’s okay, you’ll feel the same in due time, after all we’re all very alike right?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you glared back at him. “No I won’t. I refuse to stay here because you don’t have a good relationship with your Mc. You need to figure out what the fuck you did wrong and fix it.”

“Don’t drag me here as a replacement to fix all your problems. Because if you do that then you are just like them. You have no concern for our feelings whatsoever.” You spat.

Barbatos then returned your glare and made his way towards you. “I understand you’re upset but I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to the young master in such a manner. Don’t forget your place Mc.”

“That’s enough Barbatos.” Diavolo said, putting his hand up.

“If Mc won’t comply then we’ll just take them by force.”

“No you won-“

“Please don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be Mc.” Diavolo said, and that was the last thing you heard before blacking out.

_____

The perspective of a wrathful human

You were on top of Belphegor on the floor as he weakly tried to pry your hands from his throat. The demon in front of you was hanging onto what little conscience he had left as he watched your face morph into a smile.

“How does it feel to have your throat crushed by someone you so dearly placed your trust in?”

Belphegor let out a choked noise in response.

“Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant” you said, then proceeded to lean down applying more pressure onto his throat.

Belphegor began to bleed from his mouth as you laughed. You kept spitting out nonsense about killing him as he tried to get you off, so in the process you proceeded to get his blood all over your arms.

This scene in general didn’t look too pleasant from afar, so you can believe the brothers utter shock when they busted through the planetarium doors frantic, at the sound of choking and laughing.

At first they feared the worst and thought it to be you choking and being killed again, however nothing could have prepared them upon seeing you bloodied and on top of the youngest brother.

Belphie looked utterly horrible. His complexion was paler than usual and the corners of his mouth began to turn purple and blue accompanied by red blood falling from the side.

When he heard his brothers enter the room his head instantly turned to face them and he unconsciously reached out for them.

After a second of silence due to trying to process the situation Lucifer and Beel were soon darting towards your direction faster than you had ever seen them. In seconds flat they were ripping you off of the youngest who was still out if it.

“Mc what in the Devildom is wrong with you?” Lucifer yelled, grabbing tightly onto one of your arms. He tried his best not to hurt you, but seeing his brother being strangled by you really set him off.

“Mc stop it now” Beel said, slightly raising his voice as he grabbed your other arm. He didn’t want to see you two fight, it broke his heart. The two people he cared about the most were going at it again, he couldn’t lose Belphie, but he didn’t want to let his temper get the best of him and end up hurting you too.

“Get off of me you damn demons” you screamed as they held you up.

“Mc calm down.” Lucifer said, grabbing your arm tighter than before.

“Shut up! I’m going to kill him, he deserves it”

“Mc stop!” Asmo yelled from afar.

“No, you don’t know what it's like, any of you!”

“What in the Devildom are you going on about Mc?” Lucifer said, at this point he was soon reaching a breaking point with you and this tantrum.

“You don’t know what it feels like to be killed do you?”

“To have your throat crushed. Or to feel as if your lungs are on fire from the lack of oxygen in your system. After that is the horrible headache and throbbing pain that consumes your head and your thinking. In a state of panic like that you then feel your limbs become limp as you try and free yourself. However due to the lack of strength you can’t do anything except deal with what fate has in store for you.”

“Dying is absolutely terrifying”

“However what makes everything even worse is the fact that afterwards I have to live in the same house with the same demon who put me through all of that and pretend everything is just fine. When in fact everything is just worse”

Lucifer and Beel’s grip on you had losend the slightest as they watched you squirm. Upon hearing your words they swallowed hard, trying to come up with some type of response, but before any of them could continue you began to speak again.

“If I kill him it will all be over.”

“What will killing Belphie accomplish, Mc.” Beel asked, then tightened his grip on your arm.

“Everything! All the nightmares will finally go away, all the panic attacks and breakdowns will stop. And maybe, just maybe I can have a normal conversation with other demons without my body being terrified for my life. Maybe I can be touched by a demon and not have my skin feel as if it will burn itself. Everything will be better once he’s gone” you screamed, trying your best to get free from the two brothers' hold.

The brothers stared at you in silence as they took in the severity of your words. Had you really suffered this much without them knowing? Had their Mc gone through this as well…? How long before their Mc got over it?

Did they ever get over it? How did their Mc feel about the whole situation, they never got to talk about it after all.

How many nights did they wake up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down their face, or how many nights did they stay up because they couldn’t sleep due to the nightmares?

You went through all this trauma by yourself without any of them being there to comfort you, no wonder you were upset.

However while the brothers were all thinking deeply about your words you were on an adrenaline high with no signs of coming down soon.

“Let go of me and stay out of the way. All six if you” you shouted.

The tone was that of a command, and no later than a second you were free and heading back to the youngest as fast as you could.

Lucifer cursed himself for letting his guard down, their whole purpose was to make sure you didn’t use the pacts but that plan failed.

As you jumped back onto Belphegor you punched him in the face causing blood to spill out the other side of his mouth.

“Mc stop please, don’t hurt Belphie” Beel yelled, trying his best to break free from the pact.

It was no use because his words fell on deaf ears. You were too busy beating the shit out of the demon you were on top of.

Belphie accepted what you were doing with an occasional grunt here and there as you continued to punch his face. He did feel bad, he felt horrible honestly, but if this made you feel better then he was willing to let you get all your anger out. After all he deserved it, is what he believed.

As the youngest brothers face continued to get bloodied, some of his brothers looked away while others tried their best to speak to you, Beel was the only one who was struggling to break free so that he could save Belphegor.

“Mc…” you faintly heard from the demon in front of you.

“What do you want? Don’t tell me you’re giving up already, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Please hear me out really quick, i promise it’ll be fast” he spoke dryly.

You gave him another punch before stopping for a brief moment. “Well get on with it”

Belphegor cleared his throat and tried to sit up the best he could to look you in the eyes. Sighing he then spoke.

“I understand it’s very selfish of me to tell you something like this, but I really want you to hear me out.”

You raised your eyebrows and then he continued.

“Mc I’m so sorry. Truly I really am, I was wrong about humans, I was wrong about everything. After Lilith’s death I was filled with so much anger towards humans. However I realize now that I shouldn’t have taken it out on you because you were only trying to help.”

“I never apologized to you after because I was too scared of what you would say. I was too scared you’d never forgive me so I swept it under the rug and tried to pretend it never happened. I’m just a damn coward. Only now did I realize my brothers and I didn’t ask how you felt. We just went on with life leaving you to deal with all the trauma.”

“I apologize because you should have never had to go through an event as traumatic as dying. I didn’t realize all those things you dealt with were because of me so I want you to know I’ll try my best to fix them now, if you’ll let me. If not then I accept whatever punishment you have in mind. “

“I just want you to know from the bottom of my heart I really am truly sorry. I love you so much Mc and if you forgive me then great, however I don’t expect you to. It’s selfish of me to ask you to make that decision, so I promise to deal with whatever you want to do, if it’ll make you happy”

You felt tears fall from your eyes onto the floor making it a darker color than it previously was. However you couldn’t figure out why you were crying. How long has it been since you actually cried like this?

You hit Belphie again as tears continued to fall, but this time your hits were much lighter and softer so they didn’t actually hurt the seventh born.

“Mc, I-“

“Shut up!”

You screamed. You didn’t want to hear him right now, you didn’t want to face the fact that an apology such as that one actually was sincere and filled with emotion, unlike the halfhearted apologies your demons gave you.

You now had to come to terms with the fact that you had finally gotten an apology from the heart like you had wanted. To you it didn't matter if they were your demons or not, all that matters was that Belphegor had finally apologized.

Belphie opened his arms and smiled, waiting patiently for a hug. Your eyes went wide as you stared at him for a moment, and after what felt like forever you slowly inched closer to him,

Hesitantly you leaned forward slowly into the hug, and once you hit his chest he engulfed you with his arms. You freaked out for a second but he reassured you that he was happy you chose to hug him.

“Mc thank you for trusting me like this.” Belphie said.

You held your head low and sighed before speaking.

“Just because I let you touch me doesn’t mean everything is magically better, you demons are so naive.”

Next part

a/n: so how are we finding about this chapter? there are a few things I do want to ask if you did notice, and a couple questions I have for y’all, you can think about these or just answer in the comments! i just want to understand what y’all think is all!

- first off, what do you think og MC did to the brothers to leave them that beat up?

- can you find the lesson 16 dialogue in the second part of this chapter?

- did you notice how wrath! MC was just happy with heartfelt apology? It didn’t matter if it was from their demons or the ones in the og timeline, unlike the og MC who didn’t quite feel filled with the other brothers apology.

- and lastly would you personally, forgive Belphie after an apology like that?

thanks for reading! <3

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me angst #omswd angst #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mc

[hmshermitcraft]

wels x grian || theme: pets || extra: autistic wels (bc im projecting)

“Would you like to get a cat?”

“No. They smell.”

“Oh.” Grian was taken aback by Wels’ bluntness. He knew his partner wasn’t being mean on purpose, but Grian was still getting used to the matter of fact way Welsknight preferred to communicate.

Wels turned around to Grian once he finished sewing a banned back together. “We do live in seperate bases, love. You can get yourself a cat.”

“What about a dog?” Grian chirped happily. He knew Wels liked dogs, he loved playing with their friends’ pet dogs.”

“No, no, they shed too much. Grian, please listen, if you want any pets you can get however many you want, I just don’t want to live with any right now.”

“What… but you look after everyone else’s dogs all the time!” Grian was growing exasperated with his partner.

“Grian, listen to me.” Wels snapped, stepping closer to Grian and leaning over him. “I don’t want a pet like a dog or cat because they are very overwhelming for me to have around all of the time. All the time I spend looking after other hermit’s pets is organised, planned and outside of my home. If you want a pet, then get yourself a pet. I can come and help look after it with you but I do not want to live with a pet.”

Grian frowned, “You don’t get it.”

Wels sighed and sat down, letting Grian come and sit in his lap. “What am I not understanding, Grian? You know I am not good at reading between the lines.”

“I want us… to move in together, and I want us to have something to look after together.”

“Why didn’t you just say that, prince?”

“I…” Grian went red with embarrassment, “I don’t know.” He started to cry, but also burst into laughter. “This was so silly, I don’t know why I can’t just say things straight up rather than dancing around the issue.”

Wels sighed light heartedly, “I don’t know either.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “So, you want to move in together? And get some kind of a pet?”

“…yes. If you’re ok with that.”

“Hmm… I think we can make it work.”

And so they did. They spent a few months getting their shared home sorted and moved into, including a house warming party with all the hermits, and there they finally landed on the perfect pet for them.

“Morning, Bowser.” Wels grinned down at their baby tortoise who was just waking up and walking over to lay under his heat lamp. “How did you sleep?” the tortoise made a quiet squeak in response, “Sounds nice. I’ll get you some breakfast, Bowser.”

A tortoise was their perfect pet. He was weirdly very nice to hold, which was a shock to Grian, and he was almost as introverted as Wels himself. The three of them would often sit in silence, Bowser on their large desk while Wels sewed and Grian drew up building plans.

Grian had never expected a tortoise to be such a good pet, but he had been willing to compromise for Wels and… maybe he loved Bowser even more than Wels, considering he showed off pictures of him to other hermits like a proud dad.

-🌻

Grain likes to tease Wels by comparing him to the turtle. They both have their protective shells, and they enjoy lounging around in the warm sun. It makes sense that he's perfect for Wels. And if he's perfect for Wels, then he's perfect for Grain too!

It taught them some important lessons for communicating with each other as well, and they still use the things they've learnt now! Wels has gotten better at figuring out when Grian is inadvertently speaking around what he wants, and tells him so. Grian has gotten better at just saying what he wants.

Neither of them have gotten better at not spoiling Bowser, though... The most pampered tortoise there is.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #wels tag #grels #🌻 anon #mod 🎀 #weekly themes: pets

[euphraisette]

i am SICK and tired of my babygirl cosette being sidelined from the amis ESPECIALLY in modern aus so heres some friendship hcs bcs theyre ALL friends fight me on it

-cosette and enjolras are siblings on their dads side. once they find each other and realize that they're siblings they become literally inseperable because they're so similar but also because they help challenge each other to be better where the other is lacking a little. enjolras help cosette to focus all of her ambition and idealism and drive and cosette helps enjolras see the world as living for love, not just justice, and helps him relax and enjoy things a little more while never compromising his ideals. he teaches her a lot about activism and informs a lot of her views about the world while still respecting the ones she already has and encourages her to get more involved with the amis, eventually she's one of the most active and passionate members

-grantaire is OBSESSED with being the 'protective big brother' and is mostly always hovering around her because they have a similar sense of humor (which is a little shocking to marius but he gets used to it). they binge watch will ferrel movies and go for 3 am mcdonalds runs and cosette most often poses for portraits when r needs a female model

-COURF AND COSETTE ARE BFFS. literally they are inseparable and enj constantly has to tell them to stop making jokes at meetings and they go on shopping trips together and go to cafes every day and gossip abt marius

-also i came up with this random hc a long time ago that combeferre and cosette recreationally sing opera together??? idk i can just imagine them as papageno/papagena in tmf and they'd have so much fun. also cosette LOVES history but it's not her major so she like... basically gets a secondary education from ferre in whatever history he's studying and they have long ass study sessions together

-idk what anyone says ep and cosette are besties. it takes a little while for ep to get over the whole marius thing and they have several long talks about moving past what happened at the inn where ep apologizes a whole bunch for participating on cosettes abuse and cosette is like 'hon. you were a CHILD you didn't know any better' so they become besties and have an apartment with chetta and swap clothes sometimes and cosette likes to braid ep's hair and ep loves cosette because when she's having a bad day cosette is really the only one who ~gets~ it

-SPEAKING OF CHETTA she's like obsessed with cosette in the same way R is, they basically like adopt her as her big siblings. as soon as they meet chetta is like "oh! baby! baby girl! my baby?" and yeah. i hc chetta being like two or three years older than everybody so she likes to take everyone under her wing but cosette has been so sheltered that chetta loves to open her eyes to the *world* and does things like takes her to buy lingerie for the first time

-joly and cosette like to go on walks around campus because they both have some free time in the middle of the day so they hang out and cosette goes to him for help with ballet-related injuries and joly always goes to her recitals like 'hmm. i should start carrying around second skin or smth' and then the next day courf like gets a blister cause he was wearing jehan's shoes and joly is like '!!!!!! i have just the thing!!!!!' and he and cosette share a wink

-bossuet and cosette are so close holy. bossuet gets her input on lesson plans and sometimes he's prone to some fits of self-doubt but cosette knows how to get him back on his feet and smiling in no time. they're also the two most accident-prone members of the amis so whenever one of them rolls up with like their hand covered in band-aids or a weird random bruise on their leg or smth they just share a nod like 'yup'

-cosette likes to knit while feuilly makes fans. it's quiet and they don't talk a lot (or sometimes at all) but it's so nice to have another person there to smile at over a cup of tea while participate in their crafts. they care a lot about one another even if their interactions are mostly playful ribbing.

-bahorel and cosette go to the gym together. bahorel also bought this vintage vw bus and whenever cosette is getting sort of overstimulated and stressed she goes and lays down in the back of it and sometimes bahorel will come and sit in the front and softly play guitar but mostly just lets her be. they play video games together and yeah.

-jehan is probably closest to cosette after marius, enj, and ep. they hang out at old dusty bookstores and go to cooking classes together and press flowers into books and have picnics and knit things for each other and belt out the killers together.

-cosette is gavroche's favorite babysitter. she likes to take him places for the *experience* so they go to museums or the science center or the zoo and more often than not courf will tag along so poor cosette has TWO rambunctious lads to babysit but it's always the most fun. she always makes sure he has enough money for a school field trip or lunch or a new coat. gavroche lives mostly in a group home since eponine couldn't get guardianship but he crashes most nights on the couch at the girls place or sometimes in cosette's old room at the fauchelevent house, where msr. fauchelevent makes him breakfast in the morning and sends him to school with a bag of old hand-me-downs for him to keep. she's just another sister to him.

#les mis #les miserables headcanon #hcs #les amis #les miserables #les mis headcanons #cosette #enjolras #marius pontmercy #bahorel #bossuet #lesgle #grantaire #courfeyrac #combeferre #eponine #musichetta #joly #gavroche #feuilly #jehan

[moon-fics]

Horror Night- TASM!Peter Parker

A/n: ok so the Rooster fic is gonna take a bit longer bc it's a series now 😭 Anyway enjoy Peter Parker! (Gif not mine)

Summary: Peter has spent the whole week convincing you to go to a Halloween horror night and you finally agree!

Warning: Swears, Spider!GN!Reader, mentions of fake blood, some slight angst but not enough to hurt!

"Pete, I'm not going to the horror night!" You grumble, sketching down lecture notes in your notebook. You have an exam coming up next week and need all the notes you can get. You've seen the photos Pete sent you from the advertising photo and it looks intense. "Why not? I promise it'll be fun!" He whispers, leaning away from his desk towards you. He's a fire hazard with how far he's leaning into the aisle. "Because we have to study! I don't want to fail this class!" You huff, noting that he doesn't even have a pencil out let alone his notebook. Peter isn't one to take notes during class if he understands the lesson, which is often. You hate how intelligent he is without even trying, but you are just as accomplished. "Y/n, you've been studying this whole week without any breaks! If you don't know the criteria by now I think you're doomed." He jokes, straightening back into his seat. "Plus, the event will be huge! We'd be doing the city a favor by showing up to keep people safe in case of an emergency!" He plays the logical card and his argument makes sense. A lot of people will be at the event and having two undercover superheroes there is better than none. ""Pete, I'm not going to the horror night!" You grumble, sketching down lecture notes in your notebook. You have an exam coming up next week and need all the notes you can get. You've seen the photos Pete sent you from the advertising photo and it looks intense. "Why not? I promise it'll be fun!" He whispers, leaning away from his desk towards you. He's a fire hazard with how far he's leaning into the aisle. "Because we have to study! I don't want to fail this class!" You huff, noting that he doesn't even have a pencil out let alone his notebook. Peter isn't one to take notes during class if he understands the lesson, which is often. You hate how intelligent he is without even trying, but you are just as accomplished. "Y/n, you've been studying this whole week without any breaks! If you don't know the criteria by now I think you're doomed." He jokes, straightening back into his seat. "Plus, the event will be huge! We'd be doing the city a favor by showing up to keep people safe in case of an emergency!" He plays the logical card and his argument makes sense. A lot of people will be at the event and having two undercover superheroes there is better than none. "Only if you pay for the food." You hum. You notice Peter's face light up with a bright smile. You were always going to agree to go, you just took the opportunity to get free food out of it.

----

You stare out the window of Peter's car, watching as the sun sets. You've been on the road for an hour due to traffic but you're finally almost at the entrance. You can see the searchlights and the large arch of the parking lot entrance. There are scare actors around the entrance spooking people who walk by.

Peter's excitement radiates off of him and you can't help but feel the same. He's been hyping tonight up all week and after the third mention of it during a lecture, you decided you'd agree to join him later. You enjoyed tormenting Peter with constant 'maybe's and 'I'll think about it'. You started saving up pretty fast, luckily you already had enough money to buy a ticket.

"Are you sure about this, Pete? Looks pretty scary." You tease as he drives through the entrance into the parking lot. You scan the taken spots noticing a few people in tears or obviously frightened. Either New York has many scaredy cats or this carnival is actually traumatizing. "Y/n when will you trust me with finding fun things to do? You always second-guess my plans!" He whines and you raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh, you mean the plans that usually end in us fighting crime?" You hum. Peter rolls his eyes, but he knows you're right. Every time Peter plans a fun day, he drags you to a fight against criminals. The last time you let him choose what to do you had ended up fighting half the mob. "Y/n, I promise this will be a great night! We won't even need our suits." He points to the duffle bag in the back seat. You decide to give him the benefit of the doubt.

----

The night has been going perfectly in your opinion. You found yourself actually enjoying the scares and screams surrounding you. You can't explain why the sight of fake murderers chasing visitors around relieves you, maybe because you can be chased by someone holding a chainsaw without the need to suit up. You felt normal and you assume Peter has the same feeling.

He has an awe-struck look on his face while passing through the park. He's always been a fan of spooky-related things and this place is horrifying. You're glad he got you to come with.

"Are you hungry?" Peter suddenly asks you, pointing towards a food stand. You notice the menu matches the theme of the carnival. The blood-covered corndog catches your eye along with swam water soda. "Yeah, I could grab a snack, you?" You're already walking towards the counter to order. Peter takes a moment to look over the menu, obviously loving the options. You place your order and quickly pay, stepping aside so Peter could do the same. He orders the haunted hotdog and slime smoothie. "We should go to the haunted forest section next!" You suggest. "Only if we go to the criminal cave! I heard they have The Lizard!" He chuckles. The cook places your food on the counter and you grab Peter's for him, handing it to him carefully. "Like the actual Lizard?" You ask, realizing how stupid of a question it is. "Oh yeah, Ryker's definitely handed over a mad scientist lizard man to a carnival with fake chains everywhere!" He smirks and you smack his free arm lightly. "Well excuse me for wanting to make sure leaving the suits in the car was a good idea!" You huff. You take a bit of your corndog, seeing that the 'blood' is just ketchup. The drink is just a regular soda which you're glad about because you doubt you'd enjoy actual swamp water.

You're about to take another bite when your spider senses go off. It's barely noticeable but the hair on your arms rises and your brain starts to figure out what's wrong. Peter notices your body tense up, your eyes darting around to see if there is trouble. Before either of you can say anything a scare actor pops out from behind the food cart with a menacing grin. He gets in your face for a split second before running off again. You didn't even flinch, you couldn't. Even when your senses have gone away you can't help but feel dread. You spent the whole night without using your powers and now you're reminded that after tonight you'll return to being a secret hero.

"Y/n? Are you good?" Peter waves his hand in front of your face catching your attention. You blink a few times to come back into reality. "Yeah, sorry." You lower your voice, looking down at your corndog, "This corndog was so good it sent me into another world!" You lie, trying to lighten the mood. Peter shakes his head, catching on quickly. "I felt it too." He assures you. Your heart skips a beat and your body relaxes. "But we're fine! The closest we'll get to danger here is someone scraping their leg while running away from an axe murderer!" He scarfs down his dog and tosses the wrapper in the trash. You finish your corndog as fast as you can and throw out your trash as well. "I know, it just reminded me I'm not like everyone else here." You sigh. You try to keep your voice as low as possible, knowing he can hear you through the loud music and screams. "Of course we are! We're two college students having the times of our lives!" He wraps an arm around you with a huge smile. Your face heats up at the contact but the lack of light won't make it noticeable.

----

Just as planned you and Peter head over to the haunted forest. You walk through the foggy path surrounded by trees. Every once in a while you'll see a blood-covered fairy or an animatronic wolf.

"This is so easy! A literal walk in the park!" You joke and Peter shakes his head. "If you say that the actors will target your ass!" He warns but you don't listen. You turn a corner and notice two paths in front of you. One is taken over by fog while the other is too dark to see into. You decide to play a trick on Peter. "Hey, Pete there's a fake Kingpin behind you!" You yell and Peter spins on his heel. "Holy shit I have to see that!" Right as his back is turned to you you take off through the foggy path, disappearing from his view. You know he'll eventually track you down with his senses but for now, you keep running. You hear your name being called faintly so you stop and decide to wait.

You glance around and see a bench near you, right next to a rotting tree. You plant yourself onto the bench and decide to wait for Peter just in case he can't find you.

A long time passes before you begin to worry. You've watched a few people pass by you but none were Peter. You sigh, knowing there's only one thing you have to do.

You cup your mouth and scream out his name as loud as possible. If he's looking for you he'll be able to hear you call him and come find you. You wait a few seconds before screaming again, knowing no one else would be able to hear you over the blasting music and sound effects.

Within a few minutes, your senses let you know he's nearby. You assume he'll run down the path, but instead, he drops down onto the ground before you. You're taken aback, looking up to see lines of web across various items.

"You swung over here?!" You shriek and Peter rolls his eyes. "Someone could have seen you!" "I wouldn't have had to if you didn't run off! You had me searching half the park to find you!" He grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. He's clearly out of breath and his fluffy hair is disheveled. Without thinking you start to fix it gently. "I didn't think you'd take so long to find me!" You finish fixing his hair and slowly pull away. Your eyes land on his face to see his lips slightly parted and his eyes locked on you. "I promise to stick by your side until the end of the night from now on!" You hold out your pinky for him to shake and he does so with a fake frown. "Can we go to the criminal cave now?" He whines. "Of course, lead the way!"

----

The criminal cave holds up to its name. You see the villains and bad guys you've put away over the years with Peter everywhere you look. You can't help but correct some of the actor's costumes and make fun of the props. For example, Electro's actor didn't have the correct color contacts, they were yellow instead of blue.

When you finally reach The Lizard you notice it's a really well-built animatronic. You couldn't pinpoint anything wrong with it and you were impressed.

"Looks way too real for me!" Peter shudders before walking away. You quickly follow him to the next villain. You can't help but think about the day you and Peter caught Conners. It took every ounce of energy between the two of you but you eventually caught him.

"He was way more scaley in person, I think he was shedding while fighting us!" You laugh, "Can you imagine the shed he would have left behind?" "I would rather not have that image in my head, thank you!" He groans.

----

The night was coming to a close and your feet were killing you. The longest you've been on your feet like this was during an all-night patrol. Peter, however, still looked energized and filled with pep.

You were walking to the car when your legs began to hurt too much to walk. You can only assume it's because you were on patrol the night before, you're out of energy completely. Without hesitation, Peter scoops you up and carries you to the car.

"My hero!" You fake swoon. Peter cackles while you bat your eyes at him with your cupped hands on the side of your face. You were pulling the best damsel-in-distress look you could. "We both you you could knock me out in a second if you wanted to." He quips. He's not wrong, you're extremely strong but right now you're too tired to even walk. "Now, why would I want to knock out such a cute man?" You poke his chest playfully. You instantly notice his heartbreak quickening and his body temperature increasing. You know this feeling, you've had it before, but you can't understand why. There's no way Peter could possibly be reacting to what you said. That is until you see his expression. It's soft, and content.

You carefully place a hand on his cheek, leaning up to place a kiss on it. He almost drops you from surprise but swiftly recovers. He's a stuttering mess now, his face bright red. He's trying to form a sentence probably to ask why you did that.

"Thank you for an amazing night, Spidey." You shut your eyes, leaning your head into his neck. You assume that's enough for him, he goes silent but his heart doesn't stop pounding. "For you, I'd do anything to see you smile like you did tonight."

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[riewritten]

do you ever think of a very street smart Erwin and the reader who is clueless about stuffs (me fr). like im very new with the whole having a more independent life comparing to how i used to and the more i experience the more i realized life is so much more than hoping life will go smoothly bc it doesnt. so i wonder in what circumstances would reader with this certain personality would encounter Erwin and how do they become part of eachother's lives? im speaking out of my insecurity but like. i've alws imagined Erwin as a calculating, observant person who wouldn't let anyone step on him, who knows when someone is intending to use him or fool him into dumb stuffs. This particular reader is quite the contrast. That's why when I imagine self indulgent stuffs I would go like this will NOT be okay how can a person like me get close to a person like him???

so i wanna know your thoughts abt this situation!! no pressure tho!!! like for example in particular how will these two contrasting ppl meet and why do they maintain the relationship? for what purpose? what if the reader shares same goals and ambitions with him? i fr have so many questions but they wouldn't make sense once they go outta my mouth 😔

hehe i just wanna tell u something i have in mind you really don't have to do anything with it!! thank you!!!

oh chau, this was such a sweet prompt. i can still remember how bad i was giggling inside the hospital room 🤭 i hope i gave this one justice!

WEEKEND LESSONS

ERWIN X GEN NEUTRAL!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

TAGS: modern college AU, fluff, slice of life :)

WORDS: 2.1k

Erwin could have too much to say, too many plans to execute, and more heaps of too's that renders him as overwhelming; but he, for once in his life, tried to tone it down and act in normalcy. Just like a little shark swimming alongside a school of fish, pretending ever so silently to avoid alarming its company.

Oh, bet you thought you were the only one who felt the jitters, didn't you?

He did at some point, too — at some point he might never admit. 

And when he's a few steps away from becoming a professor, he ponders about quitting. What was once a dream inspired by his father is now deemed a big fish imparting the same alienation to smaller fishes. He's getting quite sick of it. Pretending without a solid goal was never his forte. 

Perhaps it was your naivety that warranted a reconsideration.

It started when you went to the teacher's table and approached him instead of the professor in charge, "I think I'd opt to ask a fellow student instead of that old man," you sheepishly answered when he asked, "he's so scary — why do professors love to be scary? And you honestly seem to be way smarter than he is."

"Am I, now?" he feigned surprise with amusement still palpable, "And if he hears this first thing in the morning, what then?"

"Tell him what? That you're smarter than him?"

You were curious, quite amazed even, that he might have the gall to confront the professor about his substandard intellect.

"What do you need help with?"

You flashed him a book and flipped the pages on the particular article. "Whenever our prof asks you to pitch something, you always have additional things to say in this topic. And for some reason, the more you overtake the discussion, the more I become interested too!" You weren't able to help yourself, and that's what Erwin could see very well — eyes almost sparkling, giddy composure, and a very drawn demeanor. 

Erwin was never oblivious to his ability of drawing people's interest if he wants to, but to see someone this enthusiastic about it?

How intriguing.

Is intriguing the right word for it?

No. Oh, no.

He thought you were cute. Spare him the cliché nuances but it's been a while since he thought of someone as cute.

"And look," you scooted nearer and pointed at a page. "The author who wrote this is a Smith. Don't tell me you actually ghost wrote this? Is that why you tackled the topic so well?"

Erwin was not smiling when you went to him but now he lost the will to hide it. 

"You're really that great? Oh my, to ghost write one of my major—"

"My father. He's the one who wrote that article."

Your eyes widened and mouth formed a perfect O. Then there came a slow nod. Followed suit with another gasp. It ended with a smile — happy, much more enthusiastic smile. "Then I just came to the right person! Do tell me more!"

The dynamic then started. A very curious undergraduate, fresh in the field, and a book smart from masters, freshly burnt out, ain't an unusual dynamic to create, after all.

The supposed module written by his dad about visual communication theory was eventually followed with more diverse issues. At first, Erwin playfully asked for a collateral in exchange for his knowledge. Before you meet at the library, he'd have you treat him a parfait. If he went an all nighter with his thesis, his request upon your daily meeting would be an iced Americano. In time, the small sweets became favors. In exchange for info dumping about the French revolution and the World War (you have no idea how perplexed Erwin was at reawakening this childhood habit — everyone thought it was annoying!) you must allot a whole weekend to see him. You, so dumbly drawn over what the slimy curves of his brain could offer in humanity, never deemed it as dates. If anything, it was weekend classes on your end.

At this point, cute is becoming an understatement for him.

He played along nonetheless. He has an ulterior motive, after all — a space in his brain to accommodate more knowledge, a space intended for you. Who are you? What's inside your head aside from curiosity and willingness to cater his blabbers? What do you want to do aside from listening to him? Why do you — despite the vigor to know about the world — opt to stay as a measly listener? Why, despite your concern in human's darkly inherent nature of using others for its own gain, don't mind too much when he teases you into doing dumb favors for his benefit? 

That's what binds him to you the way you bind yourself to him. Erwin feels as though he's speaking into a smiling void, and if there's an unknown void — a gorgeous intriguing one at that — who else would be the most eager to explore it if not him?

When both of you went to the newly built Japanese convenience store and saw a pack of onigiri that piqued your cravings, Erwin finally noticed a quirk. 

And Erwin — for the most time he's been playing around your obliviousness — finally thought of taking things seriously upon noticing it.

You didn't ask him for help even if the onigiri wrap had broken and you were forced to shove all the rice into your mouth. Just like how you didn't ask for his assistance when he noticed your difficulty adjusting to university life every semester. You don't ask something that requires his action, attention, and guidance. You seek nothing of him but his blabbers, his info dump, and every measly thought coming out of his mouth. Nothing more, nothing less.

He bought you another onigiri, taught you how to properly unwrap it as both of you walked, and shoved the rest in your mouth thereafter. You groaned but he just said, "You're not just a listening outlet. Ask people for help if you need it."

You took your time chewing (angrily so) before responding, "No. I'll be way more out of your league if I let that happen."

Erwin halted his steps, "Come again?" 

"I'm no match for you. If you realize how naive and easily fooled and clumsy I really am, then things will start to get annoying on your end. Let me impose myself as someone knowledgeable, independent, and all the things that you are, okay."

Oh no.

Erwin let his face flat in utter hope that you wouldn't notice the corner of his lips shaking. He wants to chuckle, to tease you, to coo as he finally cups your cheek and kisses your forehead because of how plainly and dumbly adorable that statement was. He already knows how naive, easily fooled, and clumsy you really are. He's the one who would before anyone else.

Above anything, though, Erwin was pleased, very pleased because he unleashed a facet of you. Finally, finally revealing something about you aside from a perfect company for his eccentricity. The fact that this facet of you is also frustrated at the possibility of losing him gave him a tremendous gush of warmth — gushing, gushing, and gushing towards the unstoppable urge of offering a proposition.

"The only time naivety can be bad is when people start taking advantage of it, and even then it would not be your fault."

"It will be my fault!" you disagreed, "and it will be a hassle for you who's so used to being so independent! Don't you think I've been childish and irritating all along?"

"How so?"

You gave him a puzzled look, there's no way he seriously didn't think of that.

"How so?" He took a step nearer.

"Someone as brightly independent as you are would not deem people like me so pleasantly," you cut yourself off from that. For all the times you had listened to Erwin, you just know how he would debunk what you just said. "T-that's what I initially thought, hence the question."

"You didn't answer my question." The proximity tightened. Erwin was not smiling, not a hint of amusement plastered on his face too. Only an inquiry, or perhaps a resolve to shatter how low you deem yourself. "Am I childish for not hesitating with my blabbers? Do I come off as irritating when I ask you out during a weekend like this?"

"No, you would never!"

"How do you see those, then?"

"I am fond of it, that's why I stick with you until now. I am—" Heat crept up your face. You realized where he's headed, and with his resolute yet patient face you just know he won't let you have your way out of this. "I am… fond of your eccentricities. Even if people find it annoying."

"Uh-huh," the sharp blonde also sensed your awareness, hence his tone came more urging. "How do you think I see you then?"

Your cheeks puffed and eyes averted from his, perhaps your futile attempt of resisting something he had already established very well.

Erwin repeated as he called your name, "How do you think I see you?"

"Tolerable," you uttered weakly.

He let out a strained chuckle, "Really? You really would opt for that word?"

"It's getting cold, Erwin. Let's just—"

"Am I just someone tolerable for you, hm?"

His tone was, in fact, a well-defining factor that he very much knew the answer.

He knows you like him, just like the bright sharp man that he is.

"Look at me."

You did, though with a slight glare. 

A stern command followed, "Answer my question."

"You know the answer."

"Answer my question."

"I like you! You're not just someone tolerable. I like you. But!" You still tried to argue, "I'm not the same as you are, not as redeeming as you are, not on par with your league, and even though I sound like someone with inferiority complex, I see this as a serious glaring factor. I'm just—" you frustratingly sighed, "—not someone really dependable and compatible with you, Erwin. Not with the likes of you."

"The empathy, the headspace to handle my company when most deem it as overwhelming, the willingness to stay despite the pile of eccentricities, all with genuine interest — you say that as if I never find these as the most endearing."

Your cheeks tightened further. The hot feeling compensated for the outside cold. You looked at him with surprise, only to be met with resolute eyes.

"You had an inkling about my affection but chose to ignore it because of how you see our relationship," upon observing your further surprise, he added. "And now you're finally realizing how wrong that is."

"I'm sorry."

He stayed silent.

You took a step forward and tugged the end of his sleeve, "I'm sorry, Erwin."

But he's not angry. He's still more pleased than angry. He won't let you out of this without gaining a worthwhile result, after all.

"Despite listening to me most of the time, you still seem to assume a lot of things."

"I know."

He raised his brows, face softened but still taunting, "And what does that mean?"

"You win this one now, okay. I'm sorry. Don't get angry now."

"Oh, I know. I sure won this one."

The supposed glare was quickly replaced by surprise when he cupped your cheeks and kissed the tip of your nose. 

"Right?" he whispered.

Here he goes, as bright as he usually is. The collateral exchange for his knowledge, the sweet treats turned into sweet favors on the weekends. You really did treat your time with him as classes, but he was a subject you very much loved to tackle. And if you're apparently someone who could lovingly coexist with him despite your unredeeming qualities, then you'd gladly give him the honor.

You defeatedly sighed, "You always do, Erwin. You always do."

He hummed and held the tip of your chin with his fingers. Before going for the lips, he whispered, "Can I get my reward now?"

Oh, you felt your heart swell. As his broad rough hands play around your waist, you tipped his head to your level and ever so slowly, indulged on his win. He took it with sweet vigor — pulled you towards him as if he couldn't have you any nearer — and cupped your cheek much harsher than earlier. He didn't stop until you were seeking air. When he let go, he gave your swollen lower lip a small peck.

"Have you accepted my apology, though?"

Erwin chuckled lowly and buried his head at the crook of your neck. His large build sought support — leaning on you with arms engulfing your waist. He kissed a spot on your neck and replied, "I earned my win fairly. Earn my forgiveness with the same competence."

"What should I do for the smartest man in humanity to forgive me?"

"Let the smart ass love you for all he could."

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[theerurishipper]

I'll always be upset that in every practical sense Marinette just straight up send Cat Noir a new OWNER in Hack-San and the episode then also acted like it. Physically, emotionally and dignity wise he went from Ladybug's little property to girlboss on to Scarabella's without having any saying in the matter to the point where Cat wouldn't even have had the choice of not following the plan that included sending him and Scarabella to their doom bc Adrien had to learn that he has no human rights in the Ladybug's leadership. No matter what Ladybug. It's not like Marinette ever acts like he has any human rights if she isn't outright forced to by havin no other choice, as long as she gets everything she wants and is treated like a queen.

At least the episode had the decency to have Alya learn that Cat has an actual purpose at least as support partner (or rather pet) for the Ladybug. But in general, Cat Noir is property and that's what Alya learned from her. Marinette is making that very clear as leader. Cause a partner you actually spare a thought towards and treat as if there was even just a single human right attached to their body, and Marinette never does. She basically had to be forced into it.

Can't wait for Adrien to be made into the punching bag in s6 for team exercises or something since Marinette has her team back now, Rena as main partner and also Luka, Félix, Kagami and Su-Han permanently by her side for any partnership as leader. So back to season 4 where they that he's just another voiceless minion and the teams scapegoat to uplift Ladybug's friends she chose as heros, and whatever good treatment Cat got in 5 now has no reason anymore for Ladybug to keep up.

Ladybug says her army of other heros has to do training and Cat Noir is the trainings dummy while she and Rena give the heros strategy advice safe and sound from the sidelines. It's not like Marinette or the writing is above that for "girlpower" and then having her tell Cat while giggling that she hopes he knows that "she loves him sooooooo much" and he has to accept that nothing about this was wrong because it makes Ladybug laugh and that's all that matters.

Bonus points is Adrien is the one who has to learn the lesson to not bother Ladybug with his feelings, dignity and physical well-being again. He should rather be grateful that she wants him around at all and how mean he is denying Ladybug her entertainment and easy training dummy since for everyone else she actually has to met some kind of standard in how she treats them.

It's not like the way Marinette & Ladybug are written are anyway above doing that... The show would do something like that and claim it's good girlboss leadership

Yeah. Like it wasn't that bad back in Season 4 as it was airing, but looking back on it now considering what we know... yeah.

Thank you for your ask!

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[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

okay the brat tamer eddie has be shook, what about brat tamer steve? I always feel steve to be more stern and rough than eddie boy. and i NEED your opinion

now this is the kind of thing i can get into! OK!

brat!tamer steve harrington HCs~

🧡ok, so i'd say he's innately a soft!dom kinda guy, like he's always playing momma to a group of tween boys take that as u will, and is almost always in a constant state of looking out for other ppl's best interests

🧡so i'd say that extends to you too; although in contrast to eddie's more spicy!playful energy, steve would be the ultimate soft!dom caregiver. althouuugh

🧡this doesn't just mean lots of praise, cuddles and rewards, but also some stern lectures, teaching you valuable lessons, and looking out for you.

🧡even if that means doling out some punishments and discipline every so often. not just in the classic dom way, but with his own special stevie!blend of condescension, patronization, degradation and utilising ur own horny!shame and humiliation to get you there

🧡likely it's pretty often too, tbh. i think it'd be like 40% overt rewards and indulgence, and 60% disciplinary momma!steve coming out to maintain the dynamic for you two, like

🧡i see him as pretty on board with taking care of you, but that means he has standards that he expects you to live up to as well

🧡eddie's more there for the ride, and'll indulge you bc it's fun; steve's there to give you what you need, and that primarily comes in the form of being a more paternal, guiding soft!dom than seeing you as equals. a lot of his points and decisions aren't up for debate, ngl

🧡he's a big fan of using superiority and condescending mixed with some momma!bear vibes to keep you in line, i think.

🧡so if you decide to act up, be it backtalking, going against his rules, or just being deliberately obstinate, he's going down the route of embarrassment and some pseudo-affectionate pitying to get you back in line.

🧡lots of pursed lips, creased brows, small sighs, head shakes, hands on his hips, yk? although not overtly dominating, his innate sense of knowing what's best for you almost always comes to the forefront,

🧡and he'll belittle, humiliate and degrade you in the most gentle, subtle and nuanced manner possible. it's just his way oml i want this

🧡some light spanks to your ass or the front of ur clothed pussy is a good form of punishment; maybe a couple tuts and chuckles that betray his superiority too;

🧡or perhaps some classic "no, no"s, "back up, babygirl"s, "..now don't you push it with me"s and "oh, really??"s with some raised eyebrows, placing each arm to your sides, effectively caging you in wherever you are. anything to stop you dead in your tracks, and make you rethink your whole plan to turn up the brattyness

🧡the thing is, he's not even in for the pure sexual experience, i think.

🧡he's not just here for kicks, he almost sees these power plays and displays of his covert dominance outside the bedroom as foreplay. sure, makeouts, groping and some more obvious dirty talking is lovely,

🧡but seeing you slink back and squirm in his presence when he proves you wrong; takes back control of a situation, seeing your hastily-concealed wide eyes and hitched breath; or outsmarts your bratty quip with an even quicker retort to make your pussy flutter and drip just seems to do it for him in a way that all the other stuff can't

🧡i think bc of his underlying innocence/corruption kink, he's also a big fan of giving you fake control and agency in the sexual arena. he'll lure you in with soft words, a little guidance and some praise;

🧡but the moment you get a little too overconfident or bratty, he'll flip the script on you and leave you all at sea; likely through some more shaming, condescending remarks-

"..ohh, sweetie, that's not what i asked for is it? try and pay attention, silly girl, or do you need me for everything??",

"don't think i didn't catch you yesterday, i haven't forgotten. don't touch me, you're dirty, and don't listen. we're talking about this later, you don't get anything just yet, dummy."

🧡only for him to pick you up again, and show you that what you need is his help and his guidance, bc all that soft!dom brat-taming just riles up ur pussy in a way that nothing else does. and you'll never not need it-

"pretty admirable of you to try though baby..i know, i know you can't do it very well, but you'll have to learn to take my cock whether you like it or not..those special tingles you feel? i know you don't understand, but if you feel those, you still need daddy's help, dirty girl"

🧡being big on the shame and innocence kinks, he can't help but use it to his advantage when he needs to tame that inner brattyness of yours. i think he sees it not even in isolation, but more a means to an end;

🧡how're you going to know right from wrong, good from bad if you don't experience that very bad and wrong, yk? he's ofc going to induce that, but that's bc he knows he can stop it at any moment, and he can tailor it to get to you in ways that others can't;

🧡if you don't listen, he needs to teach you how; and it'll be a long, complex and likely shamefully horny experience. not for the faint of bratty!heart, ngl.

buuut

🧡if you listen, do what he asks, and play by his rules, communicating more maturely and honestly with him over stamping a foot, whining about not getting what u want, or just answering with a sharp "nuh-UH" he'll reward you with lessons and guidance that you'd never know yourself;

🧡he'll likely dole out the praise a little harder, and reference back to when you misbehaved in the past to horny!shame remind you that it's always better to behave for him, bc through both obvious and more nuanced power moves, he'll get you to anyway, sweetheart

i could honestly write about soft!dom steve for aaages, but i thought i'd leave it here and see if y'all dig this vibe. <3

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[viviennevermillion]

Tutoring Session

notes: reposting bc I’m deleting my archived sideblogs. after making a deal with the benevolent octavinelle dorm leader, you have to provide your payment, however the octopus merman underestimated what he would be getting himself into…

contains: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader, giving azul flying lessons

warnings: none

“I’m not usually one to just give without taking anything in return but, oh well, it can’t be helped. Because I’m as benevolent as the Sea Witch, I’m letting you off the deal”, Azul Ashengrotto shrugged seemingly helpless and with a dramatic tone in his voice. The silver-haired dorm leader was avoiding your gaze by looking to the ground and pretending to be so immensely disappointed about the possibility of your deal being nullified.

You would have chuckled at his sorry attempt to escape the mess he had gotten himself into, but this wasn’t the time to be unprofessional. You shifted your sitting position under the large apple tree at the edge of the forest; throwing one leg over the other comfortably and looking at Azul with a stern expression on your face. “Declined.” “But-” “No buts”, you insisted, “you accepted this as my end of the deal and you can’t just terminate an agreement on your own without any conditions for termination being stated prior to both of us signing the deal. Besides, now that I’ve gotten permission from the teachers to assist you with your….rather pressing need to fix whatever this is supposed to be, I can’t just show up in Vargas’ office having achieved absolutely nothing.” You gestured towards Azul as you were emphasizing on why you wouldn’t let him off the hook. He had promised to provide Mostro Lounge as the location for a gathering you had been planning and you knew better than to show up for a deal with him empty-handed. Your suggestion of a price was welcomed by him, however “flying lessons” didn’t turn out the way Azul had anticipated. After watching the octopus merman jumping around on the ground with a broom for about half an hour, which, admittedly, was quite entertaining, he had started to make attempts at removing himself from this situation.

“I can’t believe this is happening”, he shielded his face with his hand as he did so often when he didn’t want people to look behind his facade. It was a gesture you had picked up on after a while and every now and then it hinted at what the correct course of action was towards him. “And I can’t believe it’s already the second year of school for you and you still can’t do as much as lift off the ground for a couple of minutes and are instead left to hopping on the sports field as if you’re confusing your broom with a po-go stick and yet here we are”, you shrugged, leaning back against the tree while patting your arm with your fingers impatiently. Azul gave you the embarrassed and angry expression you had seen so often, like when Jade made him dance at the Halloween venue and when Idia had won against him in the Magical Game of Life. Then he placed a hand onto his heart, looking at you with a sad expression. “How could you be so cruel and cold-hearted towards me? Don’t you have any compassion towards your fellow students?”, he sighed, wiping a non-existent tear off his eye. “I do, that’s why I’m here”, you argued back with a monotone voice, sighing as well before patting the spot next to you on the ground. Azul was delighted with a short-lived sense of victory as he sat down; relieved about being excused from further trying to take off with his broom. He even left it right where he was standing, as if bringing distance between himself and the wooden apparatus wouldn’t give you any ideas to try and make him practice again. He grabbed the water bottle he had brought and sipped on it while avoiding to look into your eyes. “What appears to be the problem?”, you then asked him, gesturing towards the broom on the ground. “You’re the tutor for today, aren’t you supposed to tell me what mistakes I’m making?”, he replied. You sighed yet again, something you couldn’t help but do frequently ever since you started training him, and let your eyes wander across the features of his slightly pouting face. “Trying to lift off into the air like this is something everyone does to fly, there’s nothing obviously wrong with how you do it”, you explained, “maybe you’re unfocused or struggle to connect your magic to your broom. I can’t look into your brain to see exactly what your issue is, that’s why I’m asking.” Azul then went on to ramble about all the potential reasons he might be struggling with flying, ranging from how this didn’t come natural to him as a merman to how he could be failing to imagine himself lifting off the ground with his broom. It was so elaborate and sounded like a speech he thoroughly practiced beforehand and was reciting from memory. He stopped in the middle of his excuse when he saw your face, looking at him through half-closed lids and with your eyebrows raised. “You’re scared of heights aren’t you?”

“No”, was what his reply was. “Yes”, was what his expression conveyed when his eyes had widened and his glasses sat on his nose in a slightly crooked position. “Azul, have you ever even been above solid ground before?”, you asked him. “No…”, the dorm leader begrudgingly admitted and adjusted his glasses after running a hand through his hair. “In addition to you most likely overthinking what negative things could happen during the flight and thus failing to focus on your broom, your flying attempts look performative rather than coordinated, which means somewhere along the way of trying and failing you became more concerned with not ridiculing yourself than actually making progress”, you explained. After hearing about his past, you couldn’t blame him for being concerned about that, neither did you assume it would be an easy fix but continuing like this wouldn’t bring any progress to him. You got up and picked up the broom, swinging one leg over it and patting the spot behind you.

“Sit”, you instructed. “Absolutely not!”, Azul declared, yet again hiding his face with his hand, “I prefer to rely on my own skill rather than entrusting everything to another person!” “Your own skill doesn’t exist”, you replied coldly, your eyes piercing his with a serious expression, “so you’d let your trust issues and fear of heights prevent yourself from passing this class?” Azul’s pouting expression got worse. “You don’t understand. I’m really bad at this and flying is a terrifying concept for a merman. Besides, I might…” His voice quieted down and he looked away, occasionally peering at you through his fingers. “Might what?”, you got off your broom and walked towards him, gently brushing his hand off his face so you could look at him. He hesitated at first, then replying something incoherent you had trouble understanding. You gestured him to repeat himself. He bit his lip and his cheeks were reddened. “Ink…”, he mumbled and you could witness the blush increasing. His face indicated “I just want to withdraw into an octopus pot” and his hand was back on his face in a sorry attempt to cover up his now very obvious insecurity.

He hated this. This vulnerability and the feeling of everything he despised about himself being exposed to another person. He just wanted to press reset and wished he had somehow never gotten himself into this situation that forced him to drop his business man facade. You sighed and rolled your eyes, again removing the hand he was hiding behind, this time holding it in your own and squeezing it gently. Your expression had become softer and you studied his beautiful ocean-colored eyes. “Azul, I am well aware that this is a thing that could happen when you’re scared or upset and I am not going to laugh about you, hate your guts, cut you off and make a callout post about you on Magicam if it does.” You let go of his hand. “That was suspiciously specific”, he frowned at you and then sighed, still having a faint hint of red on his face, “fine, let’s do this.” It was a statement of defeat rather than motivation and you chuckled quietly as you got back onto the broom with Azul seated behind you. He hesitated for a second before he carefully wrapped his arms around your waist. You leaned back against his chest and noticed how warm and comfortable he felt. Oh to be held like this by him on a regular basis….

You couldn’t deny the feelings you secretly harbored for the merman and how much you treasured the time you could spend with him. Which is why it also didn’t sit right with you whenever Vargas yelled at him in every lesson. He closed his eyes as you lifted off, not noticing how his grip around you tightened and how he was straining his facial muscles while pressing his lids shut. He went on to ramble, asking when you would land again and whether you were already at a height where falling down would mean certain death for both of you and you rolled your eyes. “Azul open your eyes, we’re like 1,5m above the ground”, you fussed and he looked down onto the grass not too far below him. “Oh”, he mouthed, his face heating up again. Great, now he had embarrassed himself even more. What would this do to his reputation? No one would take him seriously anymore if they could see him right now.

“You’ll be fine”, you told him gently as he closed his eyes again and you flew higher. He remained like this for a while, not daring to open them again. You enjoyed the scenery around you and Azuls touch as you left the school grounds behind you and gazed upon the village of the island. “Open your eyes, Azul”, you asked him to, “we won’t really fulfill the purpose of this if you just try to blend out the flight. You won’t manage to ever sit on your broom by yourself if you can’t be in the air without feeling somewhat at ease.” Azul opened his eyes for a second. The fact that you had left the cliff seperating Night Raven College from the rest of the isle behind you and that there was now a large distance between him and solid ground made him panic and he pressed his body against your back and hid his face in your neck. “This isn’t allowed”, he gasped under increased breathing, “please land. Please, I’ll repay you with whatever you want, we can make another deal, just land!” You could feel his hands shaking and you were slightly worried about him. You placed a hand onto his arm that was wrapped around you and the feeling of your fingers on his soft skin was sufficient to irrate him enough for stopping him from spiraling further down the panic pit. “You’re okay, Azul”, you said softly, “I have flying experience and we both know emergency spells if we fall. You’re doing great so far, everything is okay.” You paused for a second, stopping in mid-air. “Just try to focus on anything else. The sunset. Or my voice. Calm down”, you started moving again and Azul tried to do as you said.

He began to redirect his attention to what you were talking about, how it felt to hold you like this and how you had started to draw circles onto the soft skin of his arm with your fingers to calm him down. You were right, he had to get himself together. He had already embarrassed himself enough today and he shouldn’t risk making it any worse. After all he still wanted to advertise the new Mostro Lounge menu to you and if you didn’t take him seriously anymore, that would be truly unfortunate. But perhaps it was already too late for that. He sighed and opened his eyes again, curiously gazing over the trees below him swaying their leaves in the wind and how the sun engulfed the town in a beautiful golden light. He had to admit it really was a pleasant sight. Apart from the anxious feeling still creeping up in the back of his mind, being up here felt oddly freeing. As if he could leave his past and all of his issues behind him for a while. “Also technically this isn’t forbidden”, you said, “the school rules say you need a permission to leave the grounds and you need a permission to fly a broom unsupervised. It doesn’t say anywhere that you need a permission to take school property off the school grounds. Since we have both permissions because you can leave the campus to pick up supplies for Mostro Lounge from the locals, what are they gonna do?” Azul remained silent and positioned his arm around your waist differently, now being able to stretch out his fingers to reach your arm that was holding the broom, mirroring the movements of your other hand which was still caressing his arm gently. You were surprised to feel the sudden gesture of affection from him and it made your heart beat faster and you couldn’t help but smile. “Would it be alright for you to let go with one arm for a second?”, you asked him. “Why?” he asked. He was confused, what could you possibly be planning? “You’ll see”, you said and he was too curious for his own good. Maybe this was the time to be brave. Normally he would never rely this much on someone else, but there was something so kind and sincere in your voice. You haven’t pushed him off the broom so far and doing so now would only get you into trouble with the teachers, so he’d probably be fine. He loosened his grip around your waist to show you he would do as you said. You took his hand into yours and brought it to your lips, placing soft kisses onto his knuckles. Azul blushed and you could feel him smiling into your shoulder. He was almost a bit disappointed when you stopped and gently placed his hand onto the broom. “Steering the broom by yourself won’t be too different”, you said, “you know the necessary techniques, you just need to focus and apply them calmly. But we’ll keep that in mind for another lesson.”

Azul stared at the ocean. He had spent a majority of his life in the sea, yet he was surprised how different it looked from up high. “Oh look, it’s Royal Sword Academy”, you disrupted his thoughts, pointing at the large castle in view, “maybe we could send them a curse or two…” “My, my, I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be so petty”, he chuckled, “but no, that would just get us into trouble.” Shortly after that, you returned to Night Raven College. Azul got off the broom carefully. “My legs feel weird now when I’m standing”, he remarked. “Eh, that’s normal”, you shrugged, then smiling at him, “you did well today. I’m proud of you.” He was caught off guard. To be complimented for something like this…especially after how much he had embarrassed himself….what were you trying to gain from this? “It was nothing”, he said and his face was red again, “I just sat on a broom, that’s not an accomplishment. And I made a fool of myself.” “You didn’t”, you insisted, “you made progress in overcoming something that scared you. That’s definitely an accomplishment! I won’t judge you for it. And besides, you look cute when you blush.” His blush deepened and he placed a hand over his face again. “Hey, don’t hide your beautiful face”, you grinned, taking his hand into your own and holding it all the way back to the Hall of Mirrors. Occasionally you would glance to the side and capture the subtle smile the Octavinelle dorm leader had on his face.  You wondered if he had any idea how much you adored him. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?”, you asked when it was time for the two of you to part. Azul nodded. He then let his eyes wander over your shoulder. “There’s….there isn’t any ink there right?”, he muttered quietly before indeed confirming that there wasn’t. “Oh absolutely. Whole buckets of it in fact. I plan to sell them in town for 4 madol each in a vial with your face on it”, you replied sarcastically. He frowned at you: “I don’t know which one I should be more offended about, the fact that you joke about this or that 4 madol was your price evaluation.” But he couldn’t repress the smile that was appearing on his face. “Good night Azul”, you softly said, pulling him close once more to hug him. He gladly returned the gesture and rested his cheek against your head. Despite being glad to be on solid ground again, he couldn’t help but miss how close you were. “Good night, y/n”, he said and gave you a gentle smile before stepping through the mirror to Octavinelle dorm.

But as soon as he did, doubts began to form in the back of his mind. How could he let his guard down around you? What was he thinking? What if you told someone about this or thought of him as pathetic? He bit his lip as he entered his room. This would most likely become another session of him spending hours grading himself when things didn’t go the way he had planned. He sighed and sat down on his bed. Maybe you didn’t even want to teach him anymore. A notification on his phone was interrupting his worries. “Today was actually quite fun. I’m sure you’ll be able to fly by yourself in no time! You did great! 💜”, was appearing in his chat with you, making him smile lovingly at the screen. Perhaps everything would be fine after all… He sighed happily, falling asleep not much later with his arms wrapped around part of his blanket. Despite that it involved him on a broom he was looking forward to his next tutoring session.

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x you #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst x reader

[alexxncl]

NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 10-11 SPOILERS

OG GAME SPOILERS IN GENERAL

toying with the ideas that solomon is either lilith's kid or her lover right.

originally, i thought solomon was her lover and gained immortality bc she gave him celestial realm food bc he was dying.

then, adam came into the picture in lesson 10 and i was like, oh he's her lover, and he's going to the celestial realm bc she was an angel and he doesn't know she's been reincarnated as a human. and solomon was talking to nightbringer like "oh you're the one who made me immortal and gave me these powers" so like maybe he's her kid ????

but THEN lesson 11 happened and thirteen was like "barbatos brought him here when he was on the brink of death and called him the witty sorcerer" and i'm just ??? like if he has angel blood in him, then why would he be on the brink of death? is it bc god killed adam after he found out about him and lilith having a kid?

also we know he's not fully human bc his soul and mc's souls look the same according to thirteen. so like if mc is a distant descendant of lilith and still has a sparkly soul, how far had solomon strayed from his angelic and human roots for him to look that disheveled and for his soul to be in significantly worse condition when he saw thirteen again?

thirteen also said that barbatos let solomon do whatever he wanted. was that bc of the pact or bc he genuinely had a soft spot for solomon? or was it bc he looked into the future and saw that if solomon didn't become immortal then awful things would happen in all 3 realms?

i feel like solomon lost touch with his humanity bc bsrbatos let him jump through as many timelines as he wanted, losing all sense of time and space, and it drove him insane to the point of near death, and barbatos had to make him immortal or he'd end up seriously hurting himself or the people around him.

but how did he make a pact with barbatos? did barbatos willingly do it or did solomon steal his grimoire like he planned to do with the brothers' and force him into submission? and is this why he was so hesitant to give mc his grimoire or get close to them in the og game? also, how young was solomon when barbatos brought him to the fountain of knowledge?

if you couldn't tell, i'm experiencing severe brainrot from this game and that's the last thing i wanted to do during finals season 😭

this strayed so far from what i originally wanted to talk about i'm so sorry i'll stop talking now

#obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me spoilers #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me thirteen #obey me lilith #obey me mc

[clamsjams]

possible reasons for the eggs to be kids hanging around with students at a college:

- kids they mentor (tbf thatd probably be more appropriate for highschool but it could maybe work)

- they babysit the kids occasionally and now they just tag along sometimes

- relatives of some sort they just happen to look after, maybe siblings or cousins

- kids of professors that just chill at the college sometimes and they just jokingly 'adopted'

just some ideas I thought of, they're not very good but I figured I'd share because I really like the au idea. If this is unwanted input then I'm very sorry, please just ignore the ask :)

no thank u so much for ur ideas that was actually what i was hoping for when i made that post i was hoping someone might have something that i haven’t thought of yet!

those are pretty good ideas too, i have a couple of eggs with similar stories, they all go to the preschool on campus, so they at least know each other from there, i’m just working on how the players come in

the ones i have a good solid plan for are chayanne, tallulah, richarlyson, and trump

chayannes: his parents are rich and always working, phil is his nanny and he’s with phil a lot, he also got attached to missa, who’s phil’s roommate

talullah: similar situation as chayanne, wilbur gives her music lessons and her parents don’t rlly care about where she is so she hangs out with him even outside of lessons bc she’s lonely and he’s attached

richarlyson: some random relative of cellbits dropped him off at the favela (the house the brazilians live in together) now the brazilians have to take care of him while cellbit tries to track down his parent

trump: maximus’s little brother, their parents are pretty distant so max ended up taking care of trump the most, along with his roommate, dan. lately tho, max has been focusing more on sofia than trump and trumps been feeling neglected. especially since dan disappeared

i have a few ideas for a few other eggs, just nothing as defined

bobby: i was thinking that maybe his parents run the restaurant on campus that roier works at, so bobby hangs out with him. and then jaiden works at a wildlife rescue with birds, and they have after school programs for kids that bobby comes to a lot. and then i guess roier and jaiden become friends through bobby

ramon: fit works at the gym on campus, so maybe ramon does like martial arts lessons with him or something

dapper: i feel like dapper could be bbh’s foster kid, bbh seems like the kind of guy to foster kids who need it, i’m just not sure it makes sense for a guy in college to be allowed to foster kids or why dapper would be in the system in the first place

and then i have like basically no clue for juanaflippa, pomme, leonarda, and tilin

Edit: 2/13/24 privated for archival reasons

he’s not mentioned by name but the whole au was ph//ilev//er based soooo

#asks #clambles #qsmp #qsmp college au #qsmp au #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp trump #qsmp bobby #qsmp ramón #qsmp dapper #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp tilín #qsmp leonarda #qsmp pomme #posts from the ocean #ocean archive

[followmetoyourdoom]

I've just finished watching the new Megamind movie and *sighs* thoughts below

I'll try to start with the positives - the Doom Syndicate without comparing them to the Doom Syndicate from either the game/s or the concept art were okay, decent even. Lady Doppler's outfit in motion makes a lot of sense and her powers are cool. Pierre Pressure is okay. Nighty-Knight is funny, I liked that he wanted the teddy bear and kept that throughout, plus he had cool powers. Behemoth was my favourite, seemed like he had layers to him, and not just bc he was made out of molton lava.

There was a very cute heartfelt scene between Keiko and Megamind about him being her inspiration to try to be a good kid, bc if he can go from a bad guy to a good guy, maybe a bad kid can be a good kid. It was very sweet and it's a good message to give kids.

Some scenes felt very in character - Megamind not knowing how to look after himself without Minion, Roxanne trying to help. There were also a lot of good one liners that made me snort or giggle.

The end picked up, I did like the absolutely pointless plan to put the city on the moon, that is exactly the sort of idiotic in-character plan that Megamind would make - the Doom Syndicate going along with it eeeeh less happy about, makes them seem just as idiotic, but then they sort of were in this.

Now, the not so good. The timeline is completely fucked, why change when it was set? Also setting it two days after the first movie was A Choice. It was even more of A Choice to have the city set post the statue unveiling which didn't seem like it would only be two days down the line at all.

The beginning felt too long and drawn out and not much actually happened? Roxanne was almost completely out of character - why the sudden existential crisis bc some kid has followers? Roxanne loves solving the stories and working out the truth, she didn't need a new job! And speaking of the kid, oh my god, her initial scene is incredibly annoying. I did grow to like her (due to the aforementioned heartfelt scene) but it was an uphill battle.

There were aspects of Lady Doppler's character that seemed... interesting shall we say, given they had decided to combine all of the women in the original Doom Syndicate into one person, it was very jarring and I'm not sure they pulled it off. I would have preferred to see OG Lady Doppler and either Rockatoo or Hot Flash (or a combo of those two perhaps). I just don't think that having a black woman be immediately catty towards the first woman she sees is a good choice. Give variety by having more than just one female villain and let them be their own characters.

Minion's name change, which I refuse to enforce, was stupid - they could at least have made it make more sense in canon. Maybe Minion wanted a name more fitting of his new position, something less evil sounding. But no, it was an in universe copyright thing. Stupid. And speaking of Minion, the relationship between him and Megamind oh my god where did that go? Megamind literally just learnt the lesson about valuing him as more than just a minion, as a friend. And they just threw that away immediately. Megamind and Roxanne's relationship seemed a little off as well, not as much as I've heard some reviewers saying, but enough to make me go :/ And then we have his past with the Doom Syndicate - founding member, yeah sure, but OG leader? Nah, not this twink. This twink couldn't lead his way out of a cardboard box.

I think I'm more disappointed than I expected to be, bc I went in with low expectations, I went in knowing the animation was bad (and looking past it bc low budget, they did the best they could), I went in knowing the voices were different, I went in knowing they had this stupid influencer storyline, but I thought the writing other than that would be at the same level as the first movie as it was the original writers. And some was at that level, but only in bits and pieces. It was incredibly inconsistent, both with OG lore and itself, and just seemed to throw away OG character development from the first movie in favour of re-doing it in this movie.

I wish they had more time to polish this, I wish they could have gotten a bigger budget, I wish they didn't have to include the influencer storyline to appeal to kids, I wish they didn't have to change Minion's name. I wish I wasn't as disappointed.

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I don't know if you mind me asking this, but how different would things be if Jeong-Jeong accompanied Aang, Katara, and Sokka to the North Pole? Would Jeong-Jeong be ok with Pakku's sexism or would he against it? Also, would Jeong-Jeong try to save Zhao from the giant ocean spirit or would he let him die?

i don't mind at all! if you ever sent me an ask and i didn't answer it's probably just because i forgot.

i've thought about jeong jeong joining the gaang before (i think he and toph would have a fun dynamic) but having him along for the northern water tribe storyline is something i haven't really explored. i think he'd be very eager to visit the north pole, to see waterbending in action and learn more about it. the pakku dynamic would be interesting. on one hand pakku would be the person vouching for him not being a dangerous firebender (since they're both in the white lotus) but on the other hand i think jeong jeong would support katara. under different circumstances, he might be like "healing is better, why do you want to bother with combat?" but he's seen the war, he knows what she's up against and why she wants to learn to fight. and i think pakku's condescending attitude of "go back to the healing huts with the other women" would piss him off BECAUSE he respects waterbending healing. how dare you act like that's an inferior place to be!

i've mentioned before that i'd love if we had another episode in the northern water tribe exploring

why the north & south gender roles are so different

pakku actually reforming, becoming less of a mean teacher

aang learning healing

and i think jeong jeong would be especially relevant to that last one. after burning katara in jeong jeong's episode, aang is scared to firebend for fear of hurting someone again. learning waterbending healing might make him more comfortable learning firebending because he knows if something like that happens again he can fix it. and jeong jeong would want to sit in on the water healing classes out of curiosity, and maybe he'd figure out how to adapt their techniques for firebending. it could help heal both of their relationships to fire and make them more capable of being teacher and student again.

(jeong jeong still might want to hold off on lessons until after they find an earthbending teacher though. like he's got a point about learning the elements in order)

jeong jeong's role in the siege of the north would be interesting. his wall-of-fire style isn't exactly suited to defending a city made of ice, and as a former admiral of the fire nation navy he could provide information that could help them take down the fleet. maybe he leads the undercover plan, and it's more successful bc his intel is only 10 years out of date as opposed to 80. or he might avoid active combat entirely, staying in the healing hut and using his new fire-healing to help with battle injuries. in any case, i don't think he'd affect anything that goes down at the spirit oasis. whether he's in combat or not, his knowledge would probably make him more useful closer to the front lines.

throughout the whole thing, he'd definitely have this feeling of "if i hadn't come to my senses that could've been me". i don't think admiral jeong jeong was like zhao but i do think jeong jeong sees some of his past self in zhao. as a character, zhao is a one-note imperialist, existing simply to represent the fire nation's cruelty, to be the embodiment of their ideology of relentless conquest. jeong jeong as a powerful firebending military leader was supposed to be that person, but he eventually realized that's not who he wanted to be.

i think if you asked him he'd say his past self had to die. but in the moment, like zuko, he would reach out a hand. he's not cold-hearted - that's why he had to leave - and he might deep down have some compassion for his past self. caught in a horrible system, made to be a horrible person.

but zhao would reject him just like he rejected zuko, because he's not jeong jeong and he's not zuko. he'd rather die than touch a traitor. he'd rather die than show any ounce of vulnerability or regret. he's just not that deep.

...this was a really good ask thank you

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