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krypticcafe · 1 year

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Can you do a part 2 of the platonic reader and the 141+Alejandro where reader gets kidnapped and comes back? I love your writing!

No One Can Hurt You

Sequel to As Long as I'm Here

rating: mature

pairing(s): platonic gn!reader x task force 141 + alejandro + rodolfo

warning(s): language, canon-typical violence, torture, blood, military inaccuracies, mild gore descriptions for a hot second, implied ghost zapping a guy's balls, reader is lowkey traumatized, comfort, no use of y/n, no beta read, possible ooc?

a/n: I did NOT expect to get such an overwhelmingly positive response on the first part?? I was worried that the writing felt bland, but you guys seemed to love it, so here's the highly demanded part two!

synopsis: the 141 and Los Vaqueros weren't going to stand for what happened to you. No one would.

alternative title— fuck around and find out

"We found the guys your sources claimed to be the men that were there, Captain. But they're refusing to say anything to us. Honestly, it looks like they're just another pair of lackeys." Gaz was speaking over comms with Price after locating a suspect with Roach. The two had found the pair in a dingy old building, a safehouse conveniently placed far from heavily populated civilian areas.

"Should we-"

He was cut off by a series of loud thuds and glass crashing, immediately grabbing his handgun and running into the room where Roach was keeping an eye on their suspects.

Roach had one of the men pinned to the ground, repeatedly decking him in the face whilst letting out frustrated yells and broken cries. Blood splattered across the floor and on his visor, but he could've cared less, it wasn't his anyways.

"Roach, get off of him, that's enough!" Gaz practically had to tear his teammate away from the man with how Roach flailed, grunting and clawing at Gaz's arms to let him go. "Roach, we can't do anything if you bloody kill them!"

Pushing off Gaz, Roach seethed with pained eyes, nearly tearing up out of sheer frustration. "He's hiding something, I know he is! That sadistic fuck started bragging about what they did to the sergeant and- and the smug shit look he had! These are the guys, but they're not telling us everything!"

He knew it was a terrible excuse, but his own gut feelings about reading people's expressions had never proved him wrong before, not when he had an eye for reading people through their body language. Gaz hesitated. He understood why Roach lashed out and didn't blame him for losing his temper, hell, he rarely did, and Gaz would've done the same in all honesty. You meant as much to him as you did to Roach. They were the first friends you made when joining the 141, the ones who helped acclimate you to the team, and the ones who trained under Price alongside you like you were their sibling. But it didn't help that they nearly broke protocol, which would've compromised the mission and made your sacrifice and suffering for nothing.

Looking down at the unconscious yet still-breathing man, Gaz then noticed how the blood pooled around him. It seemed to stop spreading at some point in the floorboards and spilled into an unusually large crack in the wood that looked suspiciously intentional.

"Roach, take the other one and call for exfil but don't tell them to leave just yet." Once his partner left, Gaz kneeled down to the floor and knocked on the wood. It was hollow.

Seems they would definitely need them alive now more than ever.

"I don't know who supplies us, I just work for them! Just ask-" The man let out a cry as Soap held his shoulder, digging his fingers into it and balling his other hand into a fist before landing a solid punch into his gut. A moment passed he choked on air, the wind knocked from him, his mouth painfully dry except for the tears that dripped from his eyes.

"Tell us who you work for or things are about to get real nasty for you like they did for your friend."

"You're in it if you think I'm gonna say shit! The 141 is just a freak show, ain't it? Bunch of you cowards hiding behind stupid callsigns, what the fuck kind of name is—" That earned him another beating. He wailed, writhing in pain against the tight restraints, but ultimately wasting his energy. He only stopped when he heard screams and crackles of what was undoubtedly electricity coming from behind one of the walls of the room.

"So you do know," Soap growled, beating him once more and backing up when he retched from pain. Blood dripped from Soap's knuckles, to which he scowled in disgust and irritation, his accent growing thick, "No, you just had to make things a fuckin' mess, dinnae you?"

Normally, it was Ghost who took care of interrogations, at least the more painful parts of it. But Soap needed to let out his anger in a useful way, he needed to hear the sickening crunch of ribs so that he could remind himself of what you went through and erase any sliver of doubt or sympathy in his mind for the enemy. Every splatter of blood that'd spill when he'd throw a fist across the guy's face was just another testament to how much he despised what happened and how desperately he needed to let it all out.

The man, in his bleary-eyed haze, made out another figure that entered the room. It was Ghost, with a box of electrical clamps in hand. "What is he doing here?"

Soap and Ghost made a silent exchange of words, nodding to one another in confirmation and speaking purely through eye contact. It only created more fear when Soap left the room and the man was all alone with the lieutenant.

"Hey hey hey where are you going you can't leave me with him! I did what I had to do, it's not my fault your friend was collateral—" The man choked on his words when Ghost pulled out two clamps and tested them, both emitting a spark and loud crackles that echoed off the walls. "—fuck! Oh god, no no no—what the fuck are you gonna use that for?!"

The lieutenant was a different situation. Sure, he wanted nothing more than to dig his hands into the man's open wounds, curl his fingers until flesh separated from bone, make them feel just exactly how much they got 'under his skin'. He wanted to hear the satisfying pop! of bones and cartilage. He wanted them to writhe like worms on a scalding sidewalk, pathetic and left for dead. But that wasn't enough, they didn't deserve the time, the effort, nor did they deserve the pleasure of a quick death. No, he needed to make them suffer.

Ghost brought one clamp up to the man's crotch with one hand and held a rusty knife with the other, lowering himself to look directly at his target. It was at that moment the man came to the realization that he wasn't captured, no, he fucked around, pulling off the stubborn shit act until they'd inevitably grow bored of him and move on, maybe put him out of his misery if he was lucky enough. But there was no moving on, there was no luck in this ring of hell. No, not with what had already been done and what couldn't be taken back even if he begged. The 141 was revered for their soldiers and their work, but it was a myth all at the same time. They were said to be efficient and ruthless, better to surrender to than to suffer at the hands of. Since they were off the books, it was a mystery as to what lengths they would go to, just how far they would push the limits.

He had fucked around, and now he'd find out.

They locked eyes, one pair filled with fear, the other devoid of any emotion. There wasn't the sympathy the man prayed for, nor the anger or violence of Soap, not even a hint of mercy or hatred. It was so empty of feeling that it almost felt dismissive, as if the man wasn't a human held hostage but an object, a book to be torn open for answers, then tossed aside. If Soap had been his judge and jury, then Ghost would surely be his executioner. He felt small, insignificant, and hopeless under the gaze as the man he truly believed was death incarnate responded to his question.

"Last. Chance."

One by one, Price and his crew had cleared the facility, evacuating workers and eliminating guards and cartel. After bringing their "guest informants" to the brink of delirium, wrenching them like wet towels to get every drop of info. Along with the intel Gaz gathered from a hidden basement where hard drives of transactions were being kept, they found the main supplier and other bases. If they took down the heart of the operation, it would cause a domino effect, shutting things down to a point where the Los Vaqueros would be able to handle them on their own. With every bullet shot, they were closer to their goal and closer to making up for what they considered a personal failure to protect one of their own and many more.

Maybe it was crazy that their primary motivation beyond recovering the drugs was to seek justice for a single soldier. But it was to prove a point. To prove that they weren't just a team of highly skilled and trained soldiers, to prove that they were a force to be reckoned with, and to prove that you were no less valuable of a member than the others, all of whom would lay their lives on the line for one another. After all,

The 141 was not to be messed with.

Making his way through the rooms and getting closer to the center of it all, Price was interrupted when a door to his side busted open from a man toppling back into it, falling to the ground. He tried to scramble back, a boot quickly stomping onto his chest. Alejandro towered before him, pressing a rifle to his head, growling in Spanish, "Where is your leader?"

The man responded, and without hesitation, the colonel gave him a quick and painless death for his obedience. Looking up, Alejandro nodded in acknowledgment at Price, "I'm not the only one that owes your sergeant, they protected my men, and I owed them a favor even before that."

That caused Price to chuckle, even despite their current circumstances. There was no denying how much of an unnecessarily reckless saint you could be with those you worked with. "I suppose you got a location from that poor bastard?"

"Yes. Have our teams regroup, it's going to be a long night for us all, my friend. But it's worth the trouble for Las Almas and the kid, no?"

"Yes, indeed." Price hummed, the two making their way out and on to finally settle the score.

You woke up blinded by a bright light, briefly contemplating if you were dead and if heaven was actually real all along. But after some time passed, your eyes adjusted to the all-too-familiar setting of the infirmary with its barren walls and sickly sanitized scent. With a groan, you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows until a hand gently pressed you back. Puzzled by the motion, you rubbed your eyes and found your captain looking back at you.

"Easy there, soldier." Price cautioned, and you kept your eyes on him as you laid back down. He had a small smile on his lips, but the way he looked at you signified that he was still concerned for your state, "You alright? Need the nurse or anything?"

"No," You shook your head, wincing at how hoarse your throat was. Price laughed softly and handed you a cup of water he had prepared at the side of your bed, and you started to wonder if he had always kept one there for you and if he even regularly changed it for you. You wouldn't put it past him to, the ol' sap.

Gulping the cool liquid down heartily, you took a few breaths before continuing, "How- how long was I out?"

"About a few days, no longer than a week." He shrugged, your eyes widening in response, "Cut yourself some slack. When you came back, you were bleeding out all over base and in hysterics. Doctor told us that if you got back any later, we would've lost you from the blood loss alone."

"Just the blood loss? Not the drugs? I would've figured the latter would be the end of me." You chuckled until you saw Price's expression, muttering a sheepish 'sorry, too soon?' and sipping your water cup, "I didn't hurt anyone, did I?"

"Well, you did punch Garrick square in the chest, but he's been through worse. Wouldn't stop making puppy eyes at you the entire time after, I think you wounded his heart. Ghost had to restrain you afterward, and you were too weak to do any real damage at that point, just kept screaming your head off until you passed out."

"Shit," You cringed, your face burning hot with shame, "I'm sorry, Captain. I should've been more careful, I could've compromised the mission and-"

"Don't be. Sure, you made a bloody fool of yourself, but you saved your team in the process. And that's got to count for something, yeah?" He nudged you gently, "So don't beat yourself up, especially after you fought your way out of hell."

The sympathetic look he gave you held unspoken words, No one could've known. You couldn't have known. The urge to tear up right then and there was strong, but you didn't want to embarrass yourself more than you already apparently had. Biting back the sting in your eyes, you only quietly nodded in response.

"Good. I'm proud of you, got that?" Price stood from his seat, giving your head a firm pat, "Rest up after they're done with you, alright? Can't have one of my finest on the sidelines for too long, now can I?"

"Honored to be one, Captain." You faltered for a moment, "Wait, 'they'?"

Price only gave you a sly shrug and left the room. You remained to wonder what he meant for approximately ten seconds until Gaz and Roach burst in, the latter immediately glued to your side. So this is who he meant by "they", why were you even surprised?

"Feeling alright there?" Gaz smiled, taking a seat at your other side.

"I should be asking you that, didn't you get all heartbroken after I punched you?"

"I shouldn't have asked," Gaz groaned, shaking his head despite his smile, "Cheeky as ever, huh? Can't even be sympathetic without you trying to make fun of me."

"Well, I for one was pissed!" Roach interjected, "Right after you got here, we got to work on finding the assholes who hurt you and made them eat shit for dinner. Man, I wish I could've been in the interrogation room with Ghost and Soap but Price said I'm only finding an excuse to beat them up more."

Gaz raised a brow, "You were finding an excuse to."

"Well yeah, but I was only gonna mess with them a little bit, not zap their balls like Ghost—"

"I'm sorry, what?" You coughed, stunned by all the information coming out of them and hardly able to keep up. "What happened when I was knocked out?"

"Price didn't tell you? Oh, well," The two began to give you a run-down of events, from how Roach nearly beat the living hell out of your torturers, to the hidden basement, Ghost and Soap's whole interrogation (with great detail via Roach intel), and how both Price and Alejandro held a whole operation and shut down the suppliers.

Gaz shrugged, "Of course, it was mostly to shut it down and for the sake of Las Almas-"

"-but I mean, we also had to defend your honor!" Roach huffed, passionately signing to emphasize his point, "At least I wanted to. Seriously, how fucked up is it that they drugged you? It wasn't even helpful, they're just sickos that-"

Before Roach could further rant, Gaz tugged at the back of his uniform collar and glanced at his watch. "C'mon Roach, we've been here for a good hour and Price has us on duty right now." Roach only whined at Gaz in response but he ignored it, giving you one last glance, "Get some rest and get well soon, mate. I can't babysit all on my own after all."

"Hey!"

You broke out in laughter, watching the two leave and waving them goodbye. While you wished they could've stayed longer, your heart still warmed at the thought of how they cared, waiting for you to wake up and immediately being at your side. It reminded you of how you stayed at their side when they got sick from a mission in the rain and you didn't, so you felt somewhat obligated to help them as the 'survivor'. Perhaps they felt the same way too, that as your friends, they felt obligated and willing to stay by your side in return.

Hours passed since Gaz and Roach had visited, morning turning to late afternoon. The only ones who did pass by were either other soldiers on base needing medical attention or the nurses themselves, who regularly checked up on you. It wasn't exactly the company you wanted, but it was better than agonizing silence and isolation, which you quickly found to be the worst of it all. Not the scars, not the stiff bandages, not even the sickly clean smell, but just when things were silent. When things were silent, your mind went back to the time you spent, the hours you waited in between questions and beatings with nothing but you in your own head fighting for your consciousness. The buzz of the fluorescent lights in the infirmary drilled a hole in your skull the same way that singular overhead light had, drowning out your thoughts in an uncanny way. The IV drip was no better, it kept you awake the same way the rhythm of your own blood dripping had. You hadn't even noticed the way your breathing suddenly turned ragged just like it did when—no, you had noticed, but you didn't want to.

It shouldn't have bothered you as much as it did, it was only a few hours, you've been through worse, others have been through worse.

But god, the silence.

"You doing okay there, uh-" A nurse walked in through the curtains, pulling up the clipboard at the end of your bed and reading your name, "I'm just going to administer some painkillers real quick, okay?"

Unconsciously, you nodded and watched in a slight daze as she pulled up a cart of medical supplies. Your hands balled into fists to stop the trembling you weren't even aware of but somehow knew you had to hide. It hadn't quite registered to you what was going on or what she had said, even as you watched her fill up the syringe and flick it. But the moment you felt the needle against your skin, you roughly grabbed her wrist, causing her to yelp and drop it.

Your hands began to tremble again, growing clammy. You became all too aware of how muffled the nurse's panicked words were but how sharp the ringing in your ears was, piercing your brain. Words wouldn't come out of your mouth, replaced with small, quick breaths while your eyes darted around to find something, anything to focus on with your blurred vision.

"At ease, sergeant." A heavily accented voice spoke, ripping you from your haze and you turned to find that familiar skull mask standing by the curtains.

"I... I'm sorry," You mumbled, letting go of the poor woman's wrist and hanging your head apologetically. Your breaths returned to normal, the lights were less bright, and the noise was gone for now.

"I think it's best if you ask the doctor to try other kinds of painkillers with our friend here, miss. They aren't too fond of needles, ain't that right?" Soap appeared behind Ghost, trying to keep things lighthearted with how tension in the air was thick enough to suffocate in. The nurse nervously nodded her head before walking away with the cart, understandably still shaken by what had happened.

"I'd ask if you're doin' okay, but it seems a bit obvious now, ain't it, Ghost?"

The other grunted in response, sitting down at one of the chairs by your side. "You'd think they'd know better with these kinds of things."

"Don't be mean now, they're just doing their jobs," The scotsman chuckled, turning back to you, "Now, aren't you quite the sight for sore eyes? Sorry we couldn't make it earlier, we got tied down with paperwork after the whole fiasco, you know about that yet?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect you guys to get the job done so fast."

"Aw, did you want us to leave you some left over? If I'd known, I would've told Ghost to go a little easier on the lads." Soap was the only one trying to make any conversation out of this visit and you already knew the reason for Ghost's silence. It was just like in the helicopter after you took the blow for him, though you were pretty sure a pun wouldn't be enough to break him from "brooding" like last time.

"Sure. Would've loved to get a few punches back on them," You teased back, "But thank you guys. Really. I know it wasn't the main purpose, but I really appreciate that you guys had my safety in mind. Never figured joining the 141 would come with vengeance perks, or am I just that special to you guys?"

"You little shite, you," Soap cackled, ruffling your hair.

"Looks like they beat us here, Rudy." Alejandro's voice chimed out of the blue, appearing soon after.

"Too bad, I was hoping we'd have them to ourselves," Rodolfo hummed, followed behind with a gift basket in hand, "At least we bought something, eh?"

"Oi! We would've brought something too, we just wanted to get here as soon as we got back." Soap pouted, "Tell 'em Ghost."

"Actually I was hoping to get a 'get well' card on our way here." The masked man mumbled, ignoring his partner's offended gasp.

"You seein' this?" He whined, but you also ignored him, favoring the sweets that were in the gift basket.

"How'd you know this was my favorite?" You gasped, your reaction had the two Vaqueros looking at each other with proud faces.

"I have my sources."

"Ale, you just asked around base."

"That still counts as sources."

The whole lot of you started breaking into conversation, the boys exchanging their accounts of their ambush. In return, you shared what had happened when you were caught and how you escaped in a small summary of events, which led to them ranting about the men they interrogated and about the drugs themselves. Even Roach, Price, and Gaz popped in one last time for the day to visit you and join in on the discussion. Seeing them all like this, gathered around your bed, laughing and bantering, it almost made you forget all that had happened. You wanted to cherish this moment, keep a mental picture of it framed over the locked box in the back of your mind. Being in the military never allowed much room for friends gathering and all this chit-chatting outside of pubs, so it was a rare sight for sore eyes.

In a way, it made your life a little more meaningful. Reminded you that you weren't just a "good soldier", you were a teammate, a friend. You were important, someone worth fighting for. A purpose.

Although the job was harsh and you always felt like you had a gun to your head, that everyone wanted you dead on the battlefield, the 141 always showed you that someone out there still cared, still wanted you to fight and stay alive. Even if life tried to put you six feet under, they'd be there to pull you out without hesitation. You didn't have to doubt or question why, you already knew the answer.

You were family.

Unfortunately, the moment couldn't last for long, the poor nurse from before had been startled by the sheer volume of people around you, especially when most of them were high-ranking. Regardless, she chastised them for keeping you up when you needed your rest (you didn't) and began to shoo them all out. It was almost comedic how the group of giant, intimidating men left with little resistance in a pile of shame. Christ, they look like a pack of sad puppies, you humorously thought to yourself.

Ghost was the last to leave, hesitating to say something by the way he just stood there, curling his hands into fists. You had to force yourself not to laugh right then and there. For someone who was so silent and stoic for most conversations, he was easy to read. It wasn't hard to notice how his eyes kept flickering to your bandages the entire time he sat there, followed by the flashes of concern on his face every time you had coughed from laughing too hard or accidentally hurt yourself by shifting your body too quickly.

"I'll be alright, Simon." Giving him a reassuring smile, you hoped he'd take your words to heart, "Don't worry about it, I'll be on the field right as rain again in two days tops and you can kick my ass around all you want then. Promise."

He didn't say anything for a moment, and you began to worry that maybe your words were too cheap for him to believe, or maybe that he was more upset than you'd originally thought.

"You better be sure." He finally responded, "I take my promises pretty seriously, remember that, sergeant."

You stared at him all googly-eyed until your lips broke into a wide grin, beaming brightly at him and shouting as he left.

"Message received, L.T!"

a/n: AAAA I haven't written this much in so longgg. I had the first half already down from the last part because it went on for too long, but this one is nearly DOUBLE the word count. It's bound to have some grammar mistakes, but I hope that doesn't ruin the immersion too much. Let me know what you guys think!

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reginrokkr · 5 months

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@daybreakrising asked: ✔ (offers out any of my muses that suit you!)

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

For Cyno

Dain has reasons to linger in Sumeru, at least in what concerns what must be done with the Aranara and the Pari in two completely different areas of the nation. As someone who is serious in his job as the head of the Mahamatra and if their paths happen to cross and their interests to align, I think they would have room to do something good together for the betterment of Sumeru. Of course, it will be highly dependant on what his drive is at the time that will be what dictates if their interests align!

For Razor

The main point I consider would have them meet is Wolvendom, as Razor did state he saw wolves of another pack that isn't autochthonous to Mondstadt and I suspect it has to do with Rifthounds. If Dain sees them and connects their presence there with the Abyss Order still scheming something in Mondstadt, he would have a reason to investigate and also check indirectly if Andrius is faring fine without going to see him directly.

For Menogias

I think that the most appropriate and accurate moment for them to meet would be during the Cataclysm that happens in the Chasm, either when Menogias already succumbed to its terrors or a bit earlier than that. Dain is known to have helped solve the crisis at least in one nation (Sumeru) and I personally headcanon that he did the same in other nations both willingly and involuntarily, so participating in the battle against the monsters of the Abyss would do the trick.

#daybreakrising #◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊#apologies for the tardiness to get to this #these muses are the first that made me think of something #but if you would like to try other muses out and have something in mind #by all means; do let me know and we'll see if we can do something to work!

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radiosdevil · 4 months

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ooc: Will admit, one thing I don't like how canon was handled was that Charlie didn't know Vaggie was a former Exterminator before hand. Mostly because it doesn't make sense to me. Like, Vaggie must have the scars on her back from when her wings were viciously ripped off. It's one of the things for this AU I keep in mind all the time, how the placement of wounds or scars or damaged clothes could easily be seen as in Hell. Plus we know Charlie and Vaggie sleep together so you're telling me Charlie never noticed while Vaggie was getting changed or was asleep turned away from her? Vaggie never stopped using her spear as her weapon, it's literally the same one she had as an Exterminator. Did Charlie never think to ask about where a sinner got it when we can assume that those weapons are highly prized and more powerful demons would be doing everything they can to get their hands on them? What about trauma from what was done to Vaggie? Both what we see on screen when Lute and Adam brutalize and abandon her and what we can suspect about how awful Heaven really is?

Hell, even how they met? A common sinner with those injuries after an Extermination when they would have been easily killed? It's possible someone to survive with them, sure, but given how bad she was and out in the open with the swarm of Angels that come down seems really unlikely. (For the record, I don't think that kid Vaggie wanted to avoid killing herself made it.) Vaggie also never fully give up her training either so she'd have the advantage when it came to protecting Charlie. Again, did it just never come up? It's possible but I would think Charlie- even if she didn't want to press on things Vaggie didn't want to talk about- would have brought it up or at least mentioned what she was thinking.

Personally, it would have been more emotionally impactful if Charlie revealed that she already thought so or knew. She just knew Vaggie didn't want to talk about it, or knew how much trauma and damage had been done to Vaggie but she mistook it as guilt and from her fall like her dad had been struggling with. Charlie was horrified not at Vaggie's past but the realization that Adam and Lute- people in theory Vaggie should have been able to trust at least a little- were in fact the ones who left her in the state Charlie found her in when they first met. That no one else in Heaven even came looking for her or even recognized her when they showed up. There's no positive bonds or love in Heaven. That Heaven truly was as awful as her dad and Vaggie tried to warn her about and that even with the amount of proof and good faith she showed them, they never deserved even a fraction of it.

Again, to me, that would have been more impactful and devastating than what we got. Or maybe that'll be what's revealed in the next episode or so but... Yeah, just my take at the moment.

#ooc #mun rambling; ignore her #the real horror being in heaven everyone is as cold and hard as the glistering gems and metals around them

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notbythemoonrp · 1 year

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Swear not by the inconstant moon, Empress Adalheidis. You are the Dark Witch in Aura. As an immortal, you are quite the powerful half-demon, especially with your water and shadow magic.

Can you find your way out of the darkness?

OOC:

Name/Alias: it’s a-me, qin

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 21+ fight me

Timezone: CEST aka GMT+1/2

IC:

Biography Information:

Skeleton: The Dark Witch

OC Name: Empress Adalheidis

FC: Li Qin

Species: Immortal (Aware), Half-demon

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her, but doesn’t allow anyone to address her with such familiarity. Your majesty/highness is what her subjects call her. Usually uses the royal we when speaking about herself.

Age: True age unknown, appears to be in her early 30s.

Abilities: Shadow Magic and Water Magic

Biography: (TW: Child abuse/neglect, arson, murder)

The origin of the Dark Witch is a thing of legend. Countless tales about who she was before she took the throne for her long reign have been made over the years, but in the end no one claims to know the truth. Adalheidis has done a lot to keep it that way. Before she became Aware, it was simply the obvious thing to do. What villain does not try to hide how they came to power?

Heidi was born an illegitimate daughter to a minor noble. Of course, nothing is that simple. Heidi’s mother was not human in the slightest, but rather a powerful demon with grand plans for her child. However Heidi’s father grew scared someone would find out about his affair, and brought his forces to slay the demon. Afterwards, he claimed the infant Heidi was a child the demon had kidnapped and graciously offered to adopt as his own.Thus began Heidi’s life as a kinda-but-not-really bastard daughter of a noble.

Like one might expect in a world like Elestren, being a bastard is not a kind existence. Heidi quickly made herself fade into the background in order to survive, living a life more akin to a servant than a noble. On the bright side, this gave her ample time to practice her magic. She realized at an early age that her command over the dark was not something normal, and thus only showed her mediocre aptitude for water magic in public. The years went on and on, each season like the last one, until she came of age and finally had enough.

She confronted her father about her heritage - her powers, who her mother was, why he allowed her to be treated like this. It was a conversation accompanied by crashes of thunder and heavy rainfall. Eventually her father let the truth slip. Not all of it of course, but more than enough for her to finish the puzzle. Exactly what happened that night in the study is a mystery faded to the ages. All anyone knows is that suddenly the small manor caught on fire, and even with the weather in their favor, it burned to the ground. “Magic” was of course the whisper on everyone’s lips. Heidi’s father, and the rest of his family, and no small amount of enemies.

The only survivors were Heidi and a few servants that had lived in the outhouses surrounding the manor. While on the surface, the scorned bastard daughter was a good suspect, everyone knew that Heidi was a gentle and shy soul with no friends or admirers willing to go to such lengths. The titles and lands were passed to a relative, and the manor grounds became a ghost story. As for Heidi, no one was really sure what happened to her. The most common theory was that she was married off to someone, or that she eloped. “Such a tragic fate”, they whispered in the same breath that not once spoke in her defense.

What happened in between that moment and the one where a young lady known as Adalheidis appeared in the capital is unclear. Most historians consider this the first recorded appearance of the Dark Witch, although the details (like most of her life) is highly disputed. At this point in time she was a master of shadow magic, able to manipulate shadows in alleys and human hearts with a twitch of her fingers. Through this, as well as some clever political manipulations, she came to sit on Elestren’s throne as the undisputed and eternal Empress.

The years became centuries and Adalheidis showed no signs of time holding any grip on her. She stayed the same as she had when she ascended the throne, both in appearance and temperament. Advisors came and went, as did lovers. The only thing that stayed was the slight smile on her lips as she spoke soft words of cruelty. Resentment and unrest grew by each passing season, and culminated in an otherwise insignificant year. It was the year the Dark Prince was born. Most believe that he is the child of the Dark Witch (usually by the demon to which she swore a covenant), which is what she happily lets them believe. After all, the truth is much more human and filled with emotions.

Even after leaving her old self behind, Adalheidis did keep tabs on her family just in case. She’s always been the paranoid son. When she heard whispers of a bastard son being taken in, the memories suddenly became too raw and she rushed there under the soft light of the lonely moon. She saw in the child the same thing she had discovered in herself, that touch of darkness. There was not a moment she hesitated, as she grabbed the child from his crib, erased the memories of the family and servants, and took him to raise as her own in the palace.

This was a big change. An heir hinted at the fact that the Empress once believed eternal might not rule forever. The people of her court started choosing sides, fighting amongst themselves, either to support this new powerful player, or to take his place. This was the moment the rebels had waited for. As morning broke, there was fighting all over the capital and her side was losing rapidly. Adalheidis, with her new son in her arms, fled to the Darrien Vale and into the arms of the Demon King. He had courted her, or tried to at least, for centuries and was glad to take them both in.

Initially she was happy to be a co-ruler, being able to focus more on giving her son the childhood she never had. That was of course until she realized her new husband didn’t like the fact that her heir was not of his blood. She’d barely seen the hint of that shadow in his heart before his headless body dropped to the floor, head dangling in her hands. Thus she once again was the sole monarch of a kingdom. and life continued as it always had. Until it didn’t.

She can’t pinpoint the exact moment she started awakening. It was small details that didn’t make sense, things that were too easy to accomplish, and opponents that suddenly grew a spine. As the sun set below the horizon, a letter from one of her spies in the capital telling her of yet another ball soon to be held, she realized the truth. Since then she has been vigilant to the extreme, and noticing all inconsistencies in the people around her. Some of the lies and obvious traitors that she had not seen because the story would not allow her simply horrified her. As did some of the decisions she had made during both her reigns.

For now she is biding her time, as she has noticed some other players of the story moving in weird ways. As the final villain, she is confident in her ability to survive. However, what does she want? The story had her goals and motivations neatly lined up, but that person is no longer her. The one thing she knows is that this story will not have a happy ending.

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 3 years

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Stu Macher Imagine: How he begins to like you

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Kinda also inspired by when in the end he says ‚my mom and dad are gonna be mad at me‘ so in this his parents are shitty ppl, so maybe a bit OOC, also suggested that Readers parents are also shit, Introverted!Reader

Stu was always up for some mischief, even people who didn’t knew him personally were aware of that fact. An extroverted troublemaker like him didn’t go unnoticed after all. You in turn were rather introverted and went under the radar amongst the party people, the potheads and the other people that were raging in this school. The school was always on the lookout for certain students who proved themselves to be rulebreakers several times. Stu Marcher was one of the people that was certain to be a suspect when something went down- just like now when confiscated stuff was stolen from the principals office.

School was over and the class were emptying one by one, leaving the halls cleared of all the chatter and laughter that buzzed around here everyday.

You were just minding your business, standing in the hallway and locking up your locker when you heard rapid steps coming your way and turned around to see who it was.

Stu Macher came running in from the corner at a considerably suspicious speed, his backpack making sounds that promised to be coming from stolen goods. It was terribly obvious that whatever just happened- he was at fault. He quickly stopped before crushing into you, yet he halted so closely to you that you had to look up to meet his eyes.

When his eyes locked with yours this characteristic grin spread on his lips. Seemingly without any reason he gave you that wicked smile of his, and with the suddenness of it all you were overwhelmed by the adrenaline he radiated- it made your heartbeat pick up in the strangest way. There was something so unpredictable about him, something random and intense that made you highly alert in his presence.

It didn’t take long for other steps to follow, and a few moments later the principal came running your way. As he spotted Stu his eyes immediately narrowed and he promptly voiced his anger too; „Stu Macher,“ he spoke with all the weight of his authority and approached him, „My office, now!“

He grabbed a hold of the boys shirt and was about to drag him away when you stopped him,

„What happened?“

The principal turned around to you, explaining that while he left his office unlocked for just a minute to visit the bathroom when he saw someone running out as he was coming back. „I quickly saw the box with the confiscated items was empty, and I bet I‘ll find these things in your back once we’re back there.“ He growled, making Stu grimace with a caught expression.

You paused for a moment, looking from Stu back to the angry man gripping his shirt. „If that happened just now it couldn’t be him, Sir. He has been talking to me here for a few minutes now.“

Both guys looked at you in surprise now, before their reactions split into delight for one and suspicion for the other. Stu‘s eyes lit up, eyeing you curiously now with a newfound.. interest. He wouldn’t have expected you to cover for him, and neither did the principal who now fully turned around gain to face you.

„Is this true? You’re not just covering for him?“

You shrugged, „I barely know him, why would I lie for him?“

That was a crucial argument, he knew the crowd that was hanging around with him would probably lie but he has never seen you around either of these people.. the principal grumbled in frustration and hesitantly let go of Stu‘s shirt. He hesitated though, clearly not happy to accept that he caught the wrong guy.

„Alright..“ he stated, „this time it might actually not been you. But I’m watching you Macher.“

He threw him a last warning look before walking away, leaving you two alone in the hallway now.

You send him a smile, ready to go when he grabbed your arm to hold you back. His hand covered a surprisingly large part of your arm, making you very aware of your size difference again. It was easy to forget because his humorous, lighthearted behaviour was so disarming. He wasn’t rough though, only firm enough to show that he wanted your attention.

„Why did you do that for me?“ He tilted his head a bit, taking in every bit of your features now. Never before has he noticed everything about you like now.

Inhaling deeply, uncertainty mirrored in your eyes. Should you tell him? He saw your hesitation and made an effort to look at least a little bit more serious right now. He learned that sometimes his extroverted nature was so much that it intimidated rather introverted people like you to speak freely. Something that Billy had hinted to him a few times.

You adverted your eyes and shrugged, not sure how to confess this. „Remember when you got caught last time?“ That was a big thing, he got punished with two weeks of detention. He nodded, thinking back to this prank. „What about it?“

Billy told him before that he missed a lot of clues in a conversation, especially a persons mood could get past him quickly. And right now he really couldn’t see where this was going either, what did you mean to say?

„When your parents picked you up from the principals office I was nearby.“ Stu‘s smile slipped a little, but he didn’t say anything. You fumbled with your hands, looking up to him again. „I heard how they were talking to you. The things that they yelled at you..“ you paused, „that was horrible. And I know how much this shit can hurt.“ You didn’t expect him to admit that it did, but these kind of things couldn’t just get past him like seemingly everything else.

„I didn’t want that to happen again.“

Usually, Stu had a lot to say even when it wasn’t appropriate and often enough people told him to shut his mouth but now..? He didn’t quite know what to say. No joke popped up in his head, no funny sarcastic comment he could throw back.

He was used to superficial friendships and conversations, but how was he supposed to act now for fucks sake?? He wanted to say something though.. but he didn’t know what, so what ended up leaving his mouth was,

„Are you coming to the party tonight?“ You blinked in surprise, you heard that he was going to invite some people over to his house.. was that an invitation just now? ��Umm.. I don’t know.“ you answered truthfully, still a bit baffled by this sudden change of topic.

He nodded, fixating you with his gaze as if he was trying to say something and put on a smile again. He looked like nothing just happened. „You should come.“

You gave him a small smile, „If you want to..?“ Stu scratched the back of his head, looking around like he didn’t have a care in the world. „Yeah.“ You nodded, feeling your cheeks warm up in a way that told you to make a quick exist before he could notice. „Ok.“

His shoulders dropped, almost looking relived and Stu send you a wink. „I‘ll see you there, love.“

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chara having an argument with mtt

mtt: sweetheart i will Fight you

chara: you're all bolts and metal, sweetheart. you couldn't fight me if you wanted to. :)

mtt: [POPS OUT OF ROBO BODY]

chara: ... o shit

#last spotted: little pink ghost chasing little green ghost around the city; suspected to be in some kind of tizzy.#dream friendship w/ mtt & chara: they pester they go back and forth like old buds but you know they do care about each other.#both have the capability of talking a lotta smack and chara shares gossip they find out bc they're a ghost and no one sees um #they have their moments where they can highly agitate the other but it's not uncommon to see chara nappin on the robot as he reads mags #☾ ჻ ooc.#*ᴵᶰ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵒˡˑ || isms || chara.#his sassy jerkwad of a whatever-family-resemblance

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Makoto Naegi (DR) - Yandere Profile

Me? Producing non-genshin profiles? Releasing two profiles in one day? It’s more likely than you think!

I’ll probably do my boi Hajime eventually too. I got several dangan requests so I’m gonna start with this one and do those gradually too.

Makoto is the perfect classic, traditional yandere. He fits every trope and aspect of the archetype so well, so I just had to make him a delusional, split persona type. It's a bit ooc of course but I just see him being that type to really snap and have a whole new persona underneath. Bless him. I love soft sweet boys and turning them into nasty lil obsessive gremlins. Also I couldn't decide on a setting/version of him, so I talk mostly about a normal Makoto in normal school life, but also what he'd be like during the killing game as well as a side of Mastermind Makoto bc I'm a sucker for mastermind AUs. Note, he's 18 or older in all of these, of course.

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Tws: stalking, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, nsfw mentions, mentions of permanent mutilation, voyeurism Tws: (below cut) - voyeurism mention, noncon, Makoto being awful Additional warnings: very minor spoilers for Danganronpa 1

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Bounces between lucidity and delusion. DR1 Makoto is probably largely influenced by the stress of, you know, threat of imminent death, but even outside of such a situation, he'd be a very well hidden yandere. He's just so sweet! So gentle! You can't really seem him as threatening at all, so a lot of subtle things might go unnoticed, like how touchy he can be, how his stares linger, how people seem to avoid you when he's around. However, while the yandere side isn't obvious, the crush certainly is. He's a blushing boy, will get flustered the moment you speak to him, is constantly stumbling over his words, nervously scratching the back of his head, looking all over everywhere except at you, eyes darting away.

Obsessive. It defines his yandere side. Everything is about the obsession, the worship, it's overwhelming. The desire to kidnap you is partially protective, sure, but really? He also just wants you close, he wants you all to himself, he could just be happy looking at you forever. Stalker for sure. He's a classic style stalker, one to take lots and lots of pictures. His phone is handy for the ones that need more of a... secretive approach, but for the ones that he can take safely, from a distance, or the ones of you sleeping, they look best in polaroids.

He would definitely be one to steal things, particularly clothes. Wait until you go to do your laundry, and when you're there he'll do something like pull the fire alarm, cause something to fall over, and wait for everyone else to leave or investigate before slipping in - surely you won't notice just a few pieces of clothes missing, right? Just some gym clothes you worked out in, they smell so much like you, and some underwear you won't miss. They're just cute is all. Not for any perverted purposes, nope. He'd have a shrine, too. He'd steal creepy shit like soda cans you threw away, pens you held. He'd use his phone or one of those cameras from the mono machine to get as many photos as possible, running over them late at night, going through each one and rubbing one out to every photo he can get of your soft, innocent expression.

Deceptively intelligent. It's his number one trick. He comes off as a very... average person in pretty much every way, it's literally his character trope at first, but as we know, he's actually particularly intelligent and perceptive. Most people don't realize this, though, and it gives him an advantage. He is aware that he's perceived as a bit of an innocent, naive airhead, and will utilize that perception, which allows him to get away with quite a bit by feigning ignorance or innocence.

A split personality bouncer. Classic yandere style. Sweet, innocent, happy, but if you just keep fucking pushing the limits he'll - no, forget that, it's ok, he understands :) ....THAT kind of yandere. He spends the majority of the time on the sweet side, but, especially as time goes on, can easily snap to a much meaner, darker persona, but it's not how he is the majority of the time. It's only brought out by excess stress from all of the... complication of things involving you.

Speaking of how he has all the makings of a classic yandere, delusional regarding love as well. Highly convinced that you'll love him eventually, convinced that everyone is out to take you away from him, and convinced that he knows what's best for you. Perhaps a bit surprisingly, he falls into this delusion pretty easily and quickly. He's likely got a bit of an inferiority complex given, you know, being the "normal" person among some of the best people in their fields. He likes the idea of anything that can give him a sense of importance, of value, of being needed, and he chooses to project that into your protection.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Normal schoolboy Makoto, well, he'd have to find a way. He wants to, really, the moment he meets you, but how can he do that? He lives in a dorm. If you went missing, surely they'd investigate the dorms right? He'd ultimately probably end up running away with you, finding some way to get by while he keeps you safely locked up in some tiny apartment somewhere.

As for the how, he would take a very traditional method. Ask you to meet him at a certain place and time behind the school, and you'll never see it coming, be it chloroform or a blunt object or whatever he chooses. You wouldn't suspect someone as sweet as him to ever be planning anything of the sort. He feels bad for hurting you, but it's for a greater purpose. Within minutes he'll have you stuffed in a sports bag or instrument case or something of the like, carrying you off, and no one will no where you could have gone.

Will definitely be that one that gets interviewed by the news on TV, the best friend of the poor girl that went missing, and he's all sniffly and teary while talking about how much he misses you, how he's so worried about you. He's actually a very good actor when he really, really needs to be. It's also his way of atonement, in a sense. If he can show how much he cares about you, even if it's in a situation where he's lying, it makes him feel better.

DR1 Makoto, well, he'll be virtually immediate. Don't you understand the gravity of the situation? You could DIE! He can't let that happen. You may be insistent that it's ok, that you want to all try and work together, but in his mind, you just don't understand how serious this all is. You're just too naive. The only solution is immediate action. He'll be gentle about it, probably lacing your tea or coffee with something he found laying around in the nurse's office to make you just a little bit sleepy, so dazed you won't even realize he's guiding you back to a room that isn't yours, won't even hear yourself being tied up.

If the others ask what happened to you, well, he'll say he has no idea. They'll likely assume you're simply dead. After all, if a body isn't discovered, how would there be a trial? They search and search but no one ever finds a body. How strange.

He might simply tell them you're paranoid and holed up in your room. It's ok, though, you trust him to bring you food, so they don't need to worry about you. As for the trials, well, you can't participate in those if you're unconscious, now can you?

As for MM! Makoto, well... Who's to say this isn't his way of kidnapping you? You're separated from that awful awful outside world. That's The whole point of it all, all of this was for you. To isolate you, and the game is simply to strike some fear in you, make you understand how evil and traitorous humans are. You'll never want to leave. And of course, he intends to play until there are two students left. Unfortunately for the others, the winners have already been... predetermined.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Unfortunately for you, Makoto is one of those yans that is perfectly ok with your life consisting of being tied, 24/7, in one place. He'd keep you restrained at all times, with something soft of course! He doesn't want to hurt you, but it's for your own safety.

DR1 Makoto would constantly be coming back to the room to check on you, make sure you haven't left, make sure you're ok. He'd neglect all of his free time opportunities to talk to others and opt to come be with you instead.

Normal Makoto would invest in some special security measures, namely, a very special shock collar that he bought off of some sketchy site. It's made for humans! It has a lock with a code and everything. You honestly wonder why there's even a market for such a thing. It's not just light shocks, no, it has settings. It syncs to his phone, with a built in remote app, one he can push and it'll give you a nice shock of whatever level he sets it at.

However, the collar is also synched to a field of range that it will detect your location in. It's set perfectly to the boundaries of your little home. If you were to step outside the door or the window... Well, it's not going to kill you, but you'll be out cold, and he'll get a notification telling him you tried to leave. The first time, maybe, you can calm him down and convince him it was an accident, you tripped and crashed against the door and it just ever so lightly pushed you over the boundary. He'll believe it... Once.

Unfortunately, he's also one of the ones who sees no issue in permanent bodily modifications to deter you from leaving. He's not like some of the previous yans I've discussed, though, because it's not out of sadism or a lack of care for your feelings, it's a delusion thing. He'll be so sweet about it, reassure you that it's ok, it's for your own good, you're too precious and innocent and the outside world will hurt you, but this way you're safe from yourself and your own naivete. He'll be so, so careful and take such good care of you, he'll give you something strong so that you don't feel any pain at all.

He's also perfectly fine with you living in a constant drugged state, out of your mind, drowsy and completely unaware of anything in the world except him. And things are better that way - really, you can't say you're not happy, you seem so content like this. You don't complain, you don't get angry, you just giggle and smile and loll your head back and forth. You don't fight him. You just smile.

In other words, regarding escape, you might as well give up. Your only real chance is being rescued by someone else, someone who might just notice his increasingly odd behaviors, but if they believe you're dead, which he will go to great lengths to ensure you do, it's unlikely to happen. Any attempts will just be met with a sweet smile, a little laugh at how dumb you are to think that would really work, and quickly taking you back, where his demeanor might get significantly angrier once he can really let loose.

MM! Makoto is an equally unrealistic chance, the worst of all, really. It's just not happening. He'll also likely convince you, much like as the DR1 and V3 did, that the world outside is nearly destroyed, or somehow unlivable, that you're lucky to be here, and that this is the only place where you're safe.

If you try, he'll crack down on however the hell you managed to escape because... how would you even go about that? I mean, the whole environment was designed to be inescapable, and if a whole class of students couldn't find a way out, it's unlikely you will either. Any attempts will likely be dumb and unsuccessful enough that he can't even get mad, it's just amusing.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Oh, easy. We see in Chapter one of DR1 just how easily he will bend to the will of a girl he likes and nearly end up getting himself falsely accused of murder and all, so safe to say he's pretty easily manipulatable and if you're looking to survive, you can use that to your advantage. However, really, you're better off manipulating him into being a meatshield - he'll guard you 24/7 and be more than willing to die. Poor baby.

However, if he catches onto manipulation once, and it doesn't involve your safety, he'll learn pretty quick. Deep down he's a highly intelligent young man, and you may find the tables turning pretty quickly - he can easily manipulate your paranoia and mortal fear, convincing you that if you just stay with him, you'll be safe, convincing you that everyone else is out to get you, convincing you that this or that person is plotting to kill you. He's so sweet and innocent looking, you'll believe every word.

Bonus: If he were the mastermind, he'd be so deceitful and do it so well, you'd never know. An excellent actor through and through. In a way, it's not acting at all - he loves you and wants you to be safe. This is all so that you'll just understand that you need to be kept away from the outside world - you're actually perfectly safe, he's taken measures to ensure that, but you'd have no way of knowing. Even if you feel like those cameras in the rooms at night almost seem like they're staring right at you.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Very few. He'll baby you and prevent you from doing most things for yourself. He'll be one to try and keep you entertained, though, most likely get you some kind of tablet or laptop you can use to write, let you play all of his games, let you watch anything, and get you any kind of materials for any hobbies you have, provided he's deemed it non-dangerous. So, given all of that, you don't need to do anything else, right? He'll see anything more as just you pushing your limits, because you're trying to be difficult again. Complaints go in one ear and out the other.

DR1 would be the worst Makoto to have, because he can't provide you with much, and can't lock you in from the outside... so, his primary go-to is gonna be keeping you completely restrained all the time. Don't worry, though, he assures you that once you guys get out of here, he'll take you away to a much nicer place with much more to do! But for now, you'll be getting very acquainted with his ceiling, left with nothing to do but stare up at it. He'll try to be around as much as he can though, and won't leave you for too long, only leaving when necessary. And for the trials you'll just... have a little nap, so it'll feel like no time really passed at all.

Ironically, MM! Makoto gives you the most leniency. He'll make sure anything dangerous is taken away, but then, he'll let you roam the abandoned, hollow shell of the school, whenever he has to work on something, which isn't too often. Of course, this is partially because he's got an eye on you via cameras every waking moment, so really, you feel his presence even when he isn't there.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

For a normal Makoto, he'd be one to give you a "schedule" to help you adjust. He doesn't want you getting depressed and laying in bed all day, it's bad for your health! He wants you happy and lively and that way you can have more fun together! He'll give you a list of very simple tasks to complete throughout the day. If you don't do them, that's ok, you can do them together when he comes back, but they will get done. Other than that, of course, no running away, no attacking him, and you know, just try to be a bit grateful and nice.

If you make him mad enough, he needs time to cool down, and he presumes you do, too. He's one to pull psychological things -- locking you in a dark, dark room with no light or sound for a long enough time, all alone, ignoring your cries and whimpers until he knows you've learned. But once you have, and if he sees the results have turned out as expected, he'll be sweet and affectionate when he takes you out, and tell you he's glad you see things his way now.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Normal Makoto, once again, we have a very classic yandere trope. He's delusional and in love and anyone who gets in the way will suffer. He's, again, very deceptively intelligent, and he can easily commit a murder, even a string of murders, that no one would ever be able to put together, and certainly that no one would ever suspect someone like him of committing. You could say it's like a talent of his. He has no guilt or remorse, either, and no value for the lives of people who are his enemies.

DR1 Makoto, He's limited to two people, unfortunately. If he had it his way, he would kill them all. But still, that's enough to win. He'll bide his time, setting things up so that hopefully, the more intelligent students get eliminated early. He has masterful ways of pulling strings here and there, planting ideas in people's heads, off handed comments that might just inspire a killing. Once there's only idiots left, well, once two of them go missing, in the most elaborate, confusing murders in the game thus far, they'll never figure it out.

Of course, he'll certainly find a way around the rules. He'll force the mastermind to have no choice but to let you both live. Injured students can't participate in trials if they're out cold, no? So if you have some minor bone breakage, get drugged conveniently before a trial begins, you can't participate. And if you didn't participate, it would really be upsetting to everyone watching if Monokuma killed off a student who couldn't even partake in the trial. After all, they might have been able to turn it around! So really, the mastermind has to let you both live.

Or maybe, he'll convince you to do it with him. Force the weapon into your hand, force it down on the poor poor victim, holding your hand in his. Monokuma can't prove you weren't putting some exertion into it, that it was all his force. Therefore, really, you both killed them. Therefore, the trial is against you both. Therefore... He can get rid of everyone in the way, all at once, with only one left to go - the person behind that bear. And he will find a way - you'd be foolish to underestimate his capabilities. After all, you always thought he was just a lil empty headed guy, shy and flustered, and look how wrong that was.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

In the "developing stages" of obsession, not so much. He's generally a sweet, easy-going guy, even a little bit of a doormat if we're being honest.

Normally, he gets pouty-mad, not violent-mad. Almost what some might call a girl-sort-of-mad, the kind where he huffs and pouts and pretends to ignore you. It's either kinda cute or infuriating, depending on your mood or how you view it. In that state, all you have to do is give him what he wants, of summon a quick apology, and he'll bounce back to normal and loving and affectionate nearly immediately. It's part of an immature streak he has.

He has his snap moments, and will snarl and growl at you with the most furious expression for just a mere moment -- but he snaps back to sweet and soft as quickly as he changed the first time. It's a little bit of mental whiplash for you, really. You almost feel like you imagined it. In those moments, though, he may just for those few instants get a little violent.

If he's truly furious, he gets quiet. It's a little terrifying, really, you know something is coming, and it's not pleasant. He'll likely just grab you and slowly, tortuously drag you to whatever he has planned. He'll give you a very grim, cold expression, and coldly tell you this is what you deserve, and if that's locking you up, he'll tell you you can come back out when you're ready to behave.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Above. He's a worshipper. He can't even believe he gets to be in your presence, even look at you, he's unworthy and it's all so overwhelming.

It... Gets annoying pretty quickly, actually. He's not gonna sit around and degrade himself all that much unlike SOME certain lucky students cough cough, but he'll constantly grovel and remind you how perfect you are. He's not good enough for you, he doesn't deserve you... a bit ironic to hear, since that certainly didn't seem to stop him from taking you away against your will, but there's a lot of hypocrisies that don't really line up with Makoto.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Highly so, but also deluded into thinking you do pretty easily. Even if you're screaming and yelling, he just thinks you're having a bad day, throwing a tantrum. He thinks you do love him, if you're in the later stages of things. Anything that conflicts with this delusion is explainable otherwise, usually the default being that, as usual, you're just being difficult, but that's ok -- he really loves you anyway.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Ironically, what makes him unique compared to my other yanderes is that he's more fitting for the traditional yandere type - a very cute-faced, psycho sweetheart type. He's highly prone to the classic yandere tropes and attitudes, as well as the mental and emotional instability traditionally associated with yanderes - smiling no matter what, even as he does awful things, but also snapping to a dark, angry state over the smallest things.

Guilt tripping. It's his specialty. He's so cute, so sweet, you wouldn't want to make him cry and make him sad... Would you? You're not that cruel, are you? You wouldn't throw away everything he's done for you and leave him all alone with no one... Right? He'll easily manipulate you this way, it's his specialty.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

The thing about those soft sweet boys that are just so innocent? Half the time they're the nastiest, horniest little pervs there are. He's sweet, he'll help you with everything you need! You're struggling to reach that shelf so he'll just put his hands on your hips and squeeze you and lift you up! But he'll stumble a bit, and when you come down you'll kinda land on him just a bit, chest pressed up against his face, and you'll be the one embarrassed - but it's ok. He says he knows you didn't mean to. And he's so sheepish and embarrassed about it himself, clearly it must have been unintentional.

And he's so innocent and kind, you know he doesn't mean to be so touchy, doesn't mean to cling to you so much, so you can brush it off. After all, he's just so nice, you wouldn't want to offend him.

Will jerk off on every single thing he has of you. Every little polaroid, every article of clothing he's stolen, every little thing. It's gross. He's gross. By the time you're kidnapped you might even find some of your clothes that went missing, and they're hard as a rock. Ew.

Like a lot of yans, will get significantly bolder once he has you all to himself. Much more touchy, much more suggestive, boldly, openly horny and just, constantly begging you to just fuck already, whining and even rutting into you if you're still in denial.

MM! Makoto will also 100% watch you get undressed through the cameras every night. Save the video feed and just watch it over and over again, taking in every little detail. Cum all over each little video, watching it drip down the screen. He can almost pretend it's actually dripping down your face, and not just the image of it.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

I... within the first hour of your confinement you're gonna know what this boy's dick feels like. He has no restraint. He just loves you so much! Hell, you might even wake up to him just, grinding into you, jerking off to you. You're just so pretty. You can't expect him to be too restrained, you know? He's so overcome by love for you that he can't help it.

High-level delusional. Will make up every reason in the world as to why you might be rejecting. You're nervous, it's ok, he'll help you get over it. You're insecure, and he'll help you get around that too. Ultimately, in the end, you're not getting out of it, nor putting it off at all really. It'll be the first thing you do to start off your new little lifestyle.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

D/S dynamic

Except... in a really weird way. It's the sub without the dom. Or not really submissive at all. It's a very bizarre dynamic you'll have going on - the way he talks to you is so submissive, so sweet, constantly asking you if you feel good, constantly whimpering and making the cutest little noises, constantly worshipping you, you'd almost forget he has you tied up and is forcing you through it. He acts submissive in his own way, and yet he's completely controlling you. In fact, you're pretty certain he wouldn't actually let you top him in any way, and any attempts to do so will be met with him denying you, telling you to just let him do what he wants take care of you. His attitude and words are submissive, yet he insists on controlling you completely. It's, again, bizarre in its own way, but what isn’t bizarre with this man.

Oral fixation

A guilty one for him, with his whole service attitude and all, because he really likes to be on the receiving end of it. Cumming down your throat is fine and all, but really he's one to pull out and cum all over your face. Bonus points if you wear lip gloss to smear all over his dick, wear glasses he can get cum on, or anything that makes it feel special.

In his rare angry, more dominant moments, he can get kind of rough with it. If he's really mad at you, hearing you choke is a rather satisfying feeling.

Paizuri/Thigh fucking/outercourse

The boy's seen too much porn. Just, pleeeeeeease let him cum on your tits. Please. He begs for it over and over, doesn't matter if you tell him yours are too big or too small, he just really wants to cum on them. He just wants to feel your smooth skin on his dick you know? Maybe he can get the tip in your mouth while you do it too!

And while you're at it... Let him fuck your thighs. Please? Just hold your legs together, not hard right? There's just something about actually seeing his dick against you that makes it so nice, and so temptingly close to your holes. But if you've agreed to it as a way of preventing actual sex, it might just... accidentally go in anyway. It was just too slippery... but now, he's already fucking you so... might as well keep doing that instead.

Cockwarming/activity-sex

Our boy likes his vidya. And you know all those jokes and references to, you know, getting sucked off under the table while he plays games....? He just... really, really would like that. It's a big fantasy for him. He's probably the type of guy to be way too into league of legends dammit and he just, would love to have to try to be quiet, try to get off down your throat while trying not to alert anyone that can hear through his mic. Or just sit on his dick, it's heavenly, he'll gradually just lost control and start losing his game, before eventually cutting it off and exiting altogether in favor of rutting up into you. He likes it, but he doesn't have a whole lot of self-control to actually do it for long before giving up and just fucking you.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's one of the ones that really wants it, he thinks it would be so cute, so precious, and of course the benefit of it tying you to him. He might be one to get a bit jealous, though. He likes your attention, and can be a little bit immature about it. Unfortunately, though, he's not actually aware of his own immaturity, so this can present a problem.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

(Insert "iiiiits punishment time!" joke here)

If he's in this mode, an angry mood, his demeanor for sex changes significantly. The weird pseudo sub attitude isn't really there, it's more of a quiet neutrality, a frustrated, but calculated anger that brings out the worst in him. It's honestly frightening for you in and of itself because it's such a dark expression and rough voice and so unfamiliar that it would freak you out just to see him like that.

The go-to is impact pain. In this rare-ish mood, he can actually change pretty significantly -- normally, he'd never dream of hurting you, would feel awful if he did, and would not enjoy it in any way, but now? He kinda... feels like you deserve it, and he'll undeniably get off to it a bit. Something about watching you cry and squirm really helps alleviate the anger. He'll be soft about it later, wipe away your tears and softly murmur nice things... but he won't apologize. You deserved it. If it's that bad, then you'll just have to not do it again.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

A thigh boy. Let him use your lap as a pillow, and he'll be a very happy boy indeed. He likes feeling them wrapped around his hips, or his head, likes squeezing the flesh in his hands, likes running his hands up and down.

#yandere x reader #yandere danganronpa #yandere makoto #yandere naegi #tw: noncon #tw: dark content

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iiguess · 2 years

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OOC. aight so, apparently the site for the twitter meme is not working for me at the moment ( which I highly suspect might be because I’m in a country where it’s not supported or because I’m a giant dum or some other reason ajgdjkasdg ) so I’ll have to pass on this one lads ;;

#;; ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴜs ( ooc. )#;; tbd.#dang--and here I was hoping to do that one too aJAGDGSD #mission failed boys we'll get em next time--#again--sorry for that my dudes ;;;

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Uh... this is a warning for drug talk, mentioned child murder, uxoricide, judicial prejudice, overdose, etc.

It seems ooc for someone like Krueger to have solemn moments regarding drugs unless he experienced negative consequences. So, I looked at the most commonly abused drugs available during his teen and adult years with this assumption in mind. Marijuana(illegal), LSD(legal), cocaine(illegal), heroin(illegal), amphetamines(regulated), and barbiturates(regulated) were the most frequently abused. Many of these, LSD, cocaine, heroin, and marijuana, can cause premature ageing. LSD was also legal before 1966 until the year of his arrest, so it likely wouldn't have been hard for Fred, someone known for risky habits, to get his hands on it.

And if it was marijuana, maybe that's how he got busted. The Boggs Act of 1951 set mandatory sentences for drug convictions. For example, the first offence conviction for marijuana possession carried a minimum sentence of 2 years, which would fit his timeline, considering he was caught in 1966 and released in 1968. If his wife is suspiciously missing and children abruptly stop dying, things look questionable for Krueger. It'd be like (almost) catching Al Capone on tax evasion.

One important thing to note for Loretta is that while available studies have shown that prevalent drugs like ecstasy, marijuana, and cocaine do not diminish the efficacy of hormonal birth control, barbiturates will. Enovid as a contraceptive was used in 1960, a year before Maggie was born. So, besides simply not believing in birth control, this could explain why the couple had their child when Fred was 19, and Loretta was presumably(?) the same age. Barbiturates became popular in the 1960s as a treatment for anxiety, insomnia, or seizure disorders.

Barbiturates are highly addictive and deadly, with several high profile actresses overdosing from it in the sixties. If consumed daily for longer than one month, the brain forms a dependence, which causes harmful withdrawal symptoms. Barbiturates are highly addictive and deadly, with several high profile actresses overdosing from it in the sixties. If consumed daily for longer than one month, the brain forms a dependence, which causes harmful, even lethal withdrawal symptoms.

If Loretta was proscribed Barbiturates, Krueger could've acted the role of the concerned husband because his wife would have a history of seizures and took medication that also put her at risk. When speaking to Katherine, Krueger specifically mentioned medicine, and five-year-olds are young enough to be guided in a courtroom setting if she recalled anything at all at this point. It could put some doubt in a (likely ableist) judges mind whether young Katherine witnessed a murder, a seizure, or the side effects of Barbiturates.

From a judge's standpoint, this set up might become (slightly) more reasonable that they'd release the charges as well. Did he murder the children? Yes, yes he did. When the police searched the local pariah's home on drug charges without a judge's signature, possibly "forgot" to read the man his Miranda rights, incarcerated him, then tried to finish the prisoner off with murder charges afterwards, a person might suspect something was off. It wouldn’t be the first time police bias has interfered with a case.

#drugs #overdose #child murder #uxoricide #freddy krueger #loretta krueger #So frustrating that even when I headcanon stuff that incorporates Loretta #I can't write about her without including Freddy #katherine krueger #Give Loretta a backstory 2022

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zarla-s · 4 years

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Got a few human-related asks, so might as well combine them into one post! Spoilers for Undertale, obviously. DISCLAIMER THAT THIS IS ALL JUST MY OPINION AND IS NOT A STATEMENT OF FACT IN ANY WAY.

I’ve always interpreted that line as a metaphor. At the end of the game, the being addressing me is... me. Myself. Radic, in this case, haha. After all, that’s how they introduce themselves... they use my game name. They’re the most potent distillation of my own curiousity - I did the run simply because I was curious, because I wanted to see what would happen. And if any other part of me had been strong enough or powerful enough, I would have stopped myself. But I didn’t! The one in “control”, the part of myself that was stronger than all the others, is the being that addresses me at the end. The demon that comes when you call its name, the feeling I get when numbers go up. My curiousity! It was a real moment of self-reflection for me. I feel like I’m really in the minority here with how I took the last scene though, haha.

As for the other fallen humans, honestly, I don’t really think about them at all. If you really want to pull back and look at Undertale as a game, the other six humans weren’t really “humans” at all anyway... they were just npcs like all the other characters in the game, equally scripted and created to serve a purpose for the actual human to come. The only real “human” in the game is the player. But I’ve also at times speculated about them just being failed runs from the same player they don’t remember, OR previous runs done by people who owned the game before you, or vague things along those lines. Admittedly I don’t really spend a lot of time thinking about them though! They don’t really interest me like the actual real human player does, haha.

I haven’t read any stories solely about the human that I’ve liked to be honest lol. I’m just not interested in any story that focuses on Frisk/the fallen child, they always feel “OOC” because they don’t reflect my personal experiences with the game, which I realize is an unreasonable expectation and is entirely on me, haha. I’m not asking anyone to accomodate me! I just prefer to read about the other characters as a result.

And I see Frisk/the fallen child as one player! The same person outside the game just making different choices. After all, I did a murder run and a pacifist run, and I’m just one person, and the game was addressing me throughout both of them. I was capable of both things! Both those elements of myself exist in one mind. But again I know this is a deeply unpopular opinion, haha.

This is a tricky question, since it’s hard for me to imagine myself not doing the run for various reasons, haha. But honestly... I don’t think I’d really think about them at all? The murder run made me analyze why I didn’t really think about them or notice them, but...

One of the things about Frisk that makes it so hard for me to see them as anything more than a vessel is that Frisk is almost entirely empty space. We know practically nothing about them. All of the instances of Frisk moving on their own volition are so small and ambiguous that they just easily fall into the category of things I would’ve done anyway.

Actually, a good contrast here would be comparing Frisk to Kris from Deltarune. Kris, in comparison, does feel like their own established character, and the reason for that is because Kris exists within the game’s world without me. Kris has relationships with their family and friends, they existed before I started playing the game, they were a person before I took control of them (which I highly suspect will be a key theme in Deltarune). While who Kris is exactly is still unclear since the game isn’t finished, Kris feels like a person to me in a way that Frisk does not. Gordon Freeman is a similar case. While what characterization he has is pretty thin on the ground, Gordon still existed in the Half-Life world before I started playing, and likewise, Kris also existed in the Deltarune world before I started playing. Even though both of them are entirely silent protagonists who never reveal any of their internal thoughts or feelings about what’s happening, they have a history that doesn’t involve me.

Frisk, in contrast, has nothing establishing them in the world of Undertale at all. They might as well just pop into existence the second you hit start. They have no history before they fell - we never even find out why they want to leave the Underground so badly. Their defining trait, determination, is entirely motive-less. They’re just doing things for the apparent sake of doing them - just like a human player. They have no family, friends, background, history, jobs, hobbies, likes, dislikes, nothing. They are in all ways a complete and total outsider to the Undertale world - just like the human player. There’s literally nothing else there by design.

(Ironically, the first child has more history than Frisk does... barely. But their close meta ties to the player and the player’s experience just leaves me utterly uninterested in that aspect of their existence. Sort of a forest for the trees situation.)

If I never did the murder run, I doubt Frisk would even register as a character in my mind to think about, and I doubt I’d even think about the fact I felt that way about them. I’d have no reason to! Thinking back to when I first beat the game (a pacifist run), I don’t remember thinking about Frisk at all. It was all about me and what I’d done and what I’d accomplished and the friends I’d made. I’d probably use Frisk the same way I use them now - as a way of showing my own actions or thoughts or interactions with the existing characters. A proxy for myself. Though they’d probably do nicer things more often and be less “player-like” in their demeanor or choices. I might just replace them with my own avatar entirely.

For me not to do a murder run, the ability to do one would practically have to be removed, so I probably wouldn’t explore the hideous things you can do as a player with them too often either. Without prompting, I might not think too hard about the intersection of player and avatar and the real consequences of my actions at all... and without that, who knows if I would’ve even gotten as deep into Undertale as I did? I might’ve just wrote it off as a cute RPG and that would have been that...

#undertale #asks and answers #spoilers #the human #dsfrogs #tsskyx #vtsuion #chell suffers a bit from lack of history in the first portal as well though that changes with portal 2 #why does it always come back to valve games for some reason #walls of text #watch kris turn out to be frisk and i'll look the fool

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kamiondir · 3 years

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NCIS Fic Rec List

I’ve always enjoyed finding new stories from other people’s rec lists and since I have managed to accumulate my own list, thought I’d make my own! I watched NCIS through to S12-13. Tony was by far my favourite character, so most of my recs center around him in some way. I also have a number of crossover recs - mostly with Stargate. A lot of the recs are from FFN as lots of these stories are from 10-15 years ago. All recs complete unless otherwise indicated.

* - really like ** - love ♥ - favourite

Case Fic

Title: One Less Author: joykatleen Season: 6 Relationship: Gen Rating/Year: PG-13; 2010 Word Count: 100-200k Content/Warnings: Character Death (Minor), Disability, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture

Author's Summary: 'The murder of a sailor in a DC warehouse reveals a conspiracy that's been silently destroying lives on a Navy carrier for years. Someone high is covering it up. Can Gibbs and company get to the root of it before more lives are lost?'

Review: Well-written story about a series of cases too much of a coincidence to not be connected. Gibbs goes after it with his usually stubborness, and his own brand of compassion - and his team is there to prop him up. Not the type of fic I usually read, but well-done, and probably the best NCIS Case-fic I've found. ♥

Character Study

Title: Slices of a Life Worth Living Author: Angelus1 Season: 1,2 Relationship: Gen, but meant to be pre-Tony/Kate Rating: PG-13; 2006 Word Count: 10-20k Content/Warnings: None

Author's Summary: 'Kate is surprised at how easily they fall into a routine.'

Review: An awesome, well-written look at Tony and Kate's relationship. Pre-Kate/Tony. ♥

Title: Truth is in the Sodium Thiopental Author: Mahiri Chuma Season: 7x01 Truth or Consequences Relationship: Gen Rating: PG-13; 2009 Word Count: 3-5k Content/Warnings: None

Author's Summary: 'Ten hours was an awfully long time to be stuck on a plane with a concerned Gibbs while under the influence of truth serum. Tony/Gibbs non-slash - Hints of TIVA, S7x01-Tag.'

Review: Great fic, set on the plane ride home. Tony's feeling guilty, and Gibbs notices. Very well done and an excellent Tony POV.**

Family of Choice

Title: Lessons Learned Author: jumpfall Season: 1-5 Relationship: Gen Rating: G/PG; 2010 Word Count: 1-3k Content/Warnings: Allusions to child abuse

Author's Summary: 'Gibbs' rules vary from the investigator-savvy to the cyncial to the life-saving. For every rule there is a reason. Behind every reason is a lesson learned.'

Review: A look at five different episodes where Gibbs rules come into effect. Very well done. ♥

Title: A Sense of Duty Author: GraveDigger Resurrection Season: 7x12 Flesh and Blood Relationship: Gen Rating: PG-13; 2010 Word Count: 3-5k Content/Warnings: Allusions to child abuse

Author's Summary: "You have children, Gibbs?" And in the silence of that moment, Gibbs realizes the answer is not as simple as he thought. Set mid-'Flesh and Blood'. Allusions to child abuse. Gibbs/Tony, father/son.'

Review: Well-written. More parental!Gibbs than canon, but totally in character. Has a sequel, A Sense of Family. ♥

Title: T.L.C. Gibbs’ Style Author: Obsessed Pam Season: 5 Relationship: Gen Rating: PG-13; 2008 Word Count: 10-20k Content/Warnings: None

Author's Summary: 'Tony has done it again - got himself into trouble and he is now having to face the unpleasant results of his own actions. Gibbs decides to intervene.'

Review: Tony covers for an agent who made a mistake, exposing himself to the elements and getting sick in the meantime. Gibbs is soooo not impressed. Especially when Tony seems to lose all common sense afterwards. Very well done - definitely get a harder side of Gibbs than you normally see, and a Tony who you can tell is more than just a bit broken.**

Crossovers

Title: Blood and Water Author: Commodore Norrington Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Pre-Jack O’Neill/Sam Carter Rating: PG-13; 2005 Word Count: 10-20k Content/Warnings: None

Author's Summary: ‘When the leader of SG3 is murdered, Jack is forced to bring investigators to the SGC...investigators from the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.’

Review: There’s an OOC fact about Kate and Jack that’s kind of odd but doesn’t detract from the story.

Title: Conference Call Author: Moonbeam Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Gen Rating: G/PG; 2009 Word Count: Drabble Content/Warnings: None

Author's Summary: ['Special Agent Tony DiNozzo makes a call to the Pentagon for a case.'

Review: Jack is willing to help when it's one of his men in trouble, and Tony thinks he could like this particular Air Force General.

Title: Detached Duty Author: zathara001 Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Gen Rating: G/PG; 2017 Word Count: Verse Content/Warnings: None

Author's Summary: ‘When Gibbs, DiNozzo, and McGee are sent on TAD to investigate a death at Cheyenne Mountain, they find more than they expected.’

Review: As above! One of the more recent in this genre.*

Title: Echoes Author: Gadfly (no link available) Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Gen Rating: PG-13; 2006 Word Count: 10-20k Content/Warnings: Torture

Author's Summary: ‘ Sometimes the past is echoed in the present.’

Review: Gibbs and another Marine were detained along with Jack in Iraq. When the other Marine goes missing, and Jack suspects the NID, he calls in Gibbs for assistance. With Gibbs undercover, they are able to get back the missing man, and then Jack has fun torturing Gibbs team in training scenarios. Realistic and interesting fic.*

Title: A Fed, a General, and a Linguist Walk Into A Bar... Author: Trinket2018 Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Gen Rating: G/PG; 2018 Word Count: 20-40k Content/Warnings: Kidnapping

Author's Summary: ‘Tony is hunting a serial killer in Alexandria, with competition and no back-up.’

Review: I love Tony’s interactions with SG-1 as well as the story, but the NCIS bashing is a bit more than I usually like. Overall interesting! Love the use of Tony’s undercover skills.*

Title: In Need of Shelter Author: etrangerici Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Gen Rating: G/PG; 2009 Word Count: 1-3k Content/Warnings: Character Death (Canon), PTSD

Author's Summary: 'Jack was prone to collecting strays.'

Review: Where Jack runs into a distressed Tony at the grocery store after the events of 2x23 and knows what to do. Short and sweet - always wished we got more of this verse.*

Title: Kindred Spirits Author: alcimines Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Gen Rating: G/PG; 2013 Word Count: 3-5k Content/Warnings: None.

Author's Summary: 'Stargate Command and Gibbs' team from NCIS get crosswise with each other.'

Review: Jack is a 'person of interest' in a Captains murder. This doesn't go down well with anyone. Quite well done, with a hilarious tone throughout. ♥

Title: NCIStargate Author: Keith_company Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Gen Rating: PG-13; 2005 Word Count: 10-20k Content/Warnings: None

Author's Summary: 'NCIS investigates an abnormal number of Marine deaths at an Air Force facility.'

Review: An excellent crossover, set during S8 of SG-1, and between seasons 1-2 of NCIS. The NCIS gang goes to Cheyenne, where they learn of the Stargate program, and discover that Tony's had a silent visitor for most of his life.**

Title: Open Mouth, Insert Foot Author: Willow Fireheart Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate SG-1 Relationship: Jack O’Neill/Sam Carter Rating: G/PG; 2007 Word Count: Drabble Content/Warnings: None

Author's Summary: 'Tony just can't seem to keep his mouth shut, especially when it concerns attractive blonde women.'

Review: Concerning Sam, when she and Jack are married. Tony is afterwards concerned for his life. Cute! ♥

Title: A Coin is a Coin Author: ancientmaverick Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate Atlantis Relationship: Gen Rating: G/PG; 2008 Word Count: 1-3k Content/Warnings: None.

Author's Summary: 'Tony meets a new friend and reflects on life over the past few years. Crossover with Stargate Atlantis.'

Review: S6 NCIS, S5 (or after) for SGA. Tony goes drinking with off-duty navy-men, and they're playing a 'who's met who' game at a bar, when they're challenged by an Air Force man, who uses John as the highest challenger. Tony & John get into a (very drunken, but good) conversation. Well written &a in character X-over.*

Title: Cross Jurisdiction Author: casus17 Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate Atlantis Relationship: Gen Rating: G/PG; 2008 Word Count: 40-60k Content/Warnings: None.

Author's Summary: ‘When a marine turns up dead, you call NCIS. When a marine turns up dead, with Iratus bug DNA... well then you need SGA-1. Head butting will ensue. NCIS crossover.’

Review: Good, but not great fic of the genre.

Title: Highly Classified and Very Hush Hush Author: rageprufrock Fandoms: NCIS x Stargate Atlantis Relationship: Gen Rating: PG-13; 2010 Word Count: 1-3k Content/Warnings: None.

Author's Summary: 'Gibbs sometimes wonders what he did to deserve these morons, but then he looks through the one-way window at three naked and extremely uncomfortable-looking Marines and figures it could be worse.'

Review: Hilarious, with wonderful characterizations of both fandoms by a truly excellent and well-known author. I especially love John. Also has a sequel. ♥

#ncis #ncis fic rec #fic rec #stargate sg-1 #supernatural

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On the Care and Feeding of Tiny Humans: The Collector/Laid to Rest Crossover

This is all fluff - very OOC, and only semi-ties in to my other Collector and L2R stories. Written to make you feel better on a sad day.

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“Why do the butterflies run into the light like that?”

“What?”

“The butterflies! They keep hitting the light! Why do they do that?”

“... those aren’t butterflies, Addy. They’re Quaker moths.”

“... Oh.”

“Dr. Asa, why do the cracker moths run into the light?”

Asa sighed. This was not at all how he’d been wanting to spend his weekend.

The tiny girl sitting next to him looked up expectantly. Her blonde curls gently fluffed in the warm summer breeze as her feet swung back and forth under Asa’s porch swing.

Addy had come to be in his care under completely unexpected circumstances. She was the child of an... associate of Asa’s named Jesse Cromeans.

Jesse went by the moniker ChromeSkull among some of the bloodier channels; but he had somehow managed to fit a wife (now deceased) and child into his life.

Asa couldn’t understand why or how on multiple levels, but thankfully that wasn’t his problem... until now.

Jesse has run afoul of a particularly rough branch of mafiosos in his day-time business dealings, and they’d brazenly grabbed Addy as leverage.

Thankfully (not in Asa’s opinion), they’d chosen to hold Addy in Illinois, taking her across the country from her father and his corporation and squarely into Asa’s hunting grounds.

One supposedly abandoned warehouse, several highly lethal traps, and a boatload of blood later found Asa confronted by a tiny waifish girl saying he ‘looked just like her daddy’s friend!’ and running at him full speed for a hug.

Highly suspicious and not quite willing to give up a potential catch, Asa had sent a quick text to Jesse.

A: You’re not missing your toddler are you?

Jesse responded almost immediately.

J: Where the fuck are you???

A: Ilinois where do you think?

J: You have Addy?

Asa snapped a quick pic of Addy and sent it off with a ‘whoosh’.

A: I think this is yours, right?

J: Yes, is she hurt??

A: Not as far as I can see.

J: My plane is already on standby, I’ll be there in five hours.

A: But what do I - LOW POWER, PLEASE PLUG IN YOUR PHONE

‘Fuck.’

Asa’s phone died. In his hour of need.

His hand tightened around the plastic body, ready to throw or crush it when Addy drew his attention once more.

The small girl was inspecting one of the AR-15s the mafia thugs had been carrying before they expired.

Not an expert on children by any means, even Asa could infer that Jesse would probably not be pleased if his offspring was killed by a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

Moving purposefully across the floor, Asa snatched the rifle from Addy’s small, pale hands.

“No guns. Don’t touch anything. Your father is coming to get you.”

Momentarily looking put-out that her toy was taken away, Addy perked up at this news.

“Daddy? Oh thank you Mr. Collector!”

Asa held out his arms to avoid another hug from the affectionate girl.

“Don’t call me that. You can call me Dr. Emory or Mr. Emory.... or Asa I suppose; but I prefer Dr. Emory.”

Addy took a moment to digest this new information before blasting Asa with a sunny smile.

“Ok Dr. Asa!”

Another sigh. This looked like it was going to be a long night.

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Burkhard and Hellstrom were both going to the pound first thing in the morning.

Asa seethed internally as his prize German Shepherds crawled and whined like lap dogs as Addy handed out kisses and belly rubs with alacrity.

Hellstrom licked furiously at the little girls face, causing her to shriek with laughter.

“Silly Helly!! Stop that!!”

Not to be outdone, Burkhard joined in the fun, lapping at the girls hands and neck until she toppled over onto the living room rug.

That’s about enough of that.

“Hellstrom, Burkhard. Home!” Asa snapped, walking forward. He was more than ready for this nonsense to be over.

As the dogs skittered through the house to their kennel, Addy righted herself and stood, grabbing Asa’s pant leg for leverage.

A gurgle interrupted anything either might have said.

Addy looked down at her dusty dress, holding her small hands to her stomach.

“Dr. Asa, I’m hungry.”

The tall man stiffened. This was exactly what he’d been trying to avoid.

He glanced despairingly at the clock – another 3 hours at least until Jesse arrived to pick up his spawn.

“… are you sure?”

Addy nodded frantically, pouting as her tummy let out another loud rumble.

“… what do you eat?”

The blonde child cocked her head, thinking hard for a second before answering.

“Well sometimes I get to eat Cap’n Crunch, but that’s only in the mornings, and sometimes my nanny makes me french toasties; but those are only yummy with syrup… oh, and daddy makes really gooey mac-n-cheese. He always puts peas in it though. He says they’re good for me. Can you make mac-n-cheese?”

Asa blanched but kept his expression neutral.

“Maybe. Let’s go see.”

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As it turns out, Asa could not make mac-n-cheese – at least, not by Addy’s estimation.

The child sat on a chair next to him, watching ingredients go into the pot, and he was reminded of a particularly picky professor from his years in grad school who would stand and critique every analysis he made.

“Daddy doesn’t put that in there…”

Asa pursed his lips in annoyance.

“Well I’m not your daddy, and I do.”

Addy pouted once more and crossed her tiny arms across her chest.

“Can I play with the puppies again?”

“Not until after dinner.”

“Why do you have so many bugs in your house? Nanny says that only dirty houses have bugs.”

“I’m an entomologist. They’re specimens.”

“… what’s an entomomogist?”

“… *sigh* I’m a bug doctor.”

Addy’s eyes grew wide in awe at Asa’s statement.

“A bug doctor? But bugs don’t talk! How do they tell you they’re sick?”

“…You’ll find out when you’re older.”

That was something people said to kids, right?

Nodding sagely, Addy seemed content to accept this answer. Relief spread through Asa and he offered the girl a slight smile as he dished up two plates of his concoction.

Once they were seated at the table, Asa immediately began to eat, expecting no interruptions now that Addy had food in front of her.

A tap on his shoulder proved him wrong once again.

Addy had turned herself to face him and held a spoonful of steaming noodles up towards his face expectantly.

Asa quirked a brow.

“What do you want?”

“It’s too hot.”

“Then wait for it to cool down.”

“Can you blow on it?”

His mouth worked up and down stupidly at the inquiry, quite unprepared to be asked something like that.

Asa hesitantly pursed his lips and blew a stream of air onto the spoon, watching the steam waft off into the ether.

“Thank you, Dr. Asa.”

Addy smiled sweetly, stuck the large spoon into her mouth, and immediately lost half her food onto her skirt.

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Addy was curled up fast asleep on the large leather couch when Jesse’s car screeched into the driveway.

The tall man was out of the vehicle and up the porch steps by the time Asa opened the door. Jesse muscled past him, striding quickly over to his daughter and kneeling by her side.

His hand stretched out and gently shook Addy’s shoulder, making the girl moan in annoyance.

The annoyance turned to ecstatic joy as her eyes slid open and saw her fathers face in front of her.

“Daddy!”

Jesse’s arms were immediately wrapped around his child as she flung herself up into his strong grip.

As she was held, Addy launched into her tales of adventure. From being taken by the ‘bad men’ away from her school, to meeting ‘Dr. Asa’, to petting Burkhard and Hellstrom and even Petunia ‘the nicest spider in the world!’.

“Daddy, can I have a tarantula?”

Jesse’s shoulders shook in relieved laughter as he nodded.

Asa stood in the doorway, leaning casually and observing the pair’s reunion. He didn’t feel much besides relief that Addy would soon be out of his hair.

He suspected the fact that the sweet scene inspired so little in him could be chalked up to his general disengagement from most of what people would consider ‘normal’ emotions. And on top of that seeing a parent and child embrace so freely and obviously affectionately was foreign from an experiential level as well for Asa – big thanks to mother and father for that.

But oh well, he supposed if pressed, he’d admit Addy had only been mildly annoying, which was far better than he’d anticipated. She’d even liked Petunia, which was a mark in her favor. He’d have to send Jesse a list of things they’d need in the house if Addy really wanted her own spider.

His mental list-making was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder.

Jesse stood behind him – towering over Asa as he always did; but his usual intimidating demeanor was neutered by the small blonde girl clinging happily to his shoulder.

Jesse quickly signed to Asa:

‘Thank you. I know you don’t understand this but you’ve done me a great service. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call.’

Asa nodded in acknowledgment, mouth twitching as Jesse slapped him on the shoulder.

“Bye Dr. Asa! Give Helly, Burky, and Petunia kisses from me!”

Jesse’s mouth pressed into a thin line, testing the limits of his fortitude to suppress a smile at his daughters request.

Asa sighed for what he hoped would be the last time that evening.

“Goodbye Addy.”

Jesse nodded his goodbye and stepped out the door to his car, buckling Addy into the backseat before starting the car and speeding off into the night.

Asa watched from his porch until the cars tail lights were no longer visible.

Closing his door, he turned and surveyed the room – seeing the rumpled blanket and pillows he’d wrapped Addy in; the dirty dishes; the paper spread across the floor and covered in childish scribbles – and decided that for once cleanup could wait until the morning.

#jessica writes #the collector #slasher fiction #asa emory #asa emory & addy cromeans (NOT SHIP)#jesse cromeans #chromeskull #the collector 2009 #the collection 2012 #laid to rest #laid to rest 2

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dottie-wan-kenobi · 4 years

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k I finished Red Hood: The Lost Days and I’m,,, unhappy with it. this is gonna be all over the place but idc I just wanna get this out

this quote from Bruce is used to show the similarities between the Joker and Jason:

“No. Do not treat this lightly, and don’t write [the Joker] off as simply being insane. It’s not that simple. He’s not like the others. He has no code. No methodology. No goals. You can’t hope to understand him because his desires are fluid. They change. He can’t be predicted. He can’t be reasoned with. And if you’re careless with him…you’ll die. Do you understand?”

to an extent, I agree! like, Jason isn't insane, it's not that simple. he’s suffering from trauma and the after effects of the Lazarus Pit. he's not like others, he used to be a good guy and now he’s doing things good guys don’t do. no set code other than don't hurt kids, no real methodology as he’ll shoot or poison or anything he has to do to stay alive. his desires do change, and quickly--he wants to be trained one moment and then he wants to take you out the next. can't be predicted or reasoned with (cough, Talia). if you're careless with him, you could die.

except for a few things: he does have a goal, which is to hurt Batman. whether that’s by killing him or making him kill the Joker, same diff! that’s a goal!

another thing is, it’s shown that he doesn’t always kill people. I won’t act like everything he does in this comic is right, it’s just straight up not, but there are instances in which he saves people where the Joker wouldn’t give a fuck. he screwed up his training gig to save children being trafficked, he helped the boy soldiers in Somali, he didn’t kill that teacher (and Talia says only half died so clearly he’s not killing all of them), he went well out of his way to save hundreds of people in London (and checked to make sure that there were no boats before throwing a bomb!). this doesn’t sound like a careless person with no goals and no care for anyone around him or if they get hurt, which is true of the Joker. they even say it by showing the Joker kill his own men.

and when Jason almost kills the Joker? he can’t do it. he says it’s because it would be too quick, and I believe him to an extent but also he’s an unreliable narrator (he couldn’t kill Bruce but didn’t lose his nerve, alright kiddo). he says, "But I screwed up and lost that chance. But…that wasn’t why I walked away.” like I said, I do believe this a little bit but also consider two things: first, he was having flashbacks of his own death while about to kill the Joker the same way. obviously that’s not a good headspace to be in while killing someone, or while being confronted with a bunch of Joker’s men. second, he didn’t “screw up” or lose the chance...he lost his nerve. whether that’s because he wants Bruce to kill him or because he just couldn’t do it, he’s being disingenuous. he’s lying to himself and to Talia.

something else I wanna point is is that he says, “And this world would have been a much better place [if Joker was dead]. But I don’t really give a crap about the world." REALLY JASON??? WHY DID YOU SAVE ALL THOSE PEOPLE THEN IF YOU DON’T CARE? you’re just saving lives left and right and killing traffickers for fun? uh huh okay.

another way the Joker and Jason were shown to be similar is in a way I really do not like and find highly suspect. both Jason and the Joker call themselves “daddy” which is gross, but further than that — both of them say interesting things about men. Jason says his first teacher’s accent thickening with anger is “cute”, and calls another guy (who he saves the life of, btw) cute as well. meanwhile Joker is shown to be very...flamboyant let’s say, and calls a man he contracts both “darling” and “sweet pea”. I don’t like it!!!

I also find it extremely fucked that the whole comic is talking about how much Talia loves Bruce and how she’s mothering and protecting Jason for him, and fucking stalling Jason so that Bruce won’t be killed, and even more and yet..............she sleeps with him anyway. it’s OOC. it’s for shock value and goes against everything else Winnick wrote about their relationship. and since everyone knows she’s doing this all for Bruce, I have to wonder, is fucking his son for him too? like seriously? do u think he'd want that, Winnick? do u think he'll ever be able to look at Talia the same way? seriously?????

the last thing I wanna say is that this is so fucked up. Jason wasn’t careless with the Joker when he died. he just wasn’t! he didn’t know the Joker was gonna fucking be there (as far as I can remember, might be wrong). he was “careless” with Sheila, who was his mother and was supposed to be good to him and not get him murdered. I really do not understand why this comic blames him for his brutal murder at the age of 15 (and seems to absolve Bruce of blame by showing that he “warned” Jason) when it should be laid at the feet of Sheila and the Joker. are you kidding?

Judd Winnick, you will taste my blade.

#jason todd #red hood the lost days #meta #my meta #i am SALTY #dc wank #anti red hood: the lost days #dc meta #reyes look

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alternislatronemhq · 4 years

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see the application for elizabeth nott below.

OOC

name — kate age — 26 pronouns — she/her timezone — est

IC Overview

name — elizabeth agnes nott (nee rosier) faceclaim — phoebe tonkin age — 28 gender — cis-female sexuality — hetersexual patronus — fox {following the felines, the fox slinks into fifth place. Foxes are cunning, resourceful and fiercely intelligent – remind you of anything? That’s right – we wouldn’t be surprised if some members of Slytherin house find themselves with a fox Patronus. Foxes are also highly adaptable and can live in many diverse habitats around the world. If deep down you’re channelling the fox, you’ll likely have resilience in spades.} boggart — a prison cell — elizabeth would do anything to get her husband freed, but her greatest fear is that she’ll get herself imprisoned and leave her daughter without either parent.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

+ resourceful — elizabeth has a gift for making something out of nothing. she knows how to spin every situation and set of circumstances to her benefit, which has been an invaluable skill in the wake of her master’s demise. she never gives up, and will use anything and anyone at her disposal to get what she’s after.

+ charismatic — elizabeth has a gift for drawing the attention and affection of a crowd. she has a way of carrying herself with confidence and ease that makes people stop and listen. she is also a physical beauty, which she uses to her advantage when she needs to. the way she carries herself as she speaks means that people stop and listen to what she has to say, and she finds it easy to bend others to her way of seeing things.

- cruel — elizabeth doesn’t shy away from the darker parts of serving the dark lord. she’s not squeamish in the face of torture or murder, and is a talented enough witch that she’s able to use her magic to get what she needs from those who are unwilling to comply. she’s not off her rocker like bellatrix, but she knows how to turn off her more feminine sensibilities when she needs to get the job done.

- demanding — elizabeth has high demands for the people in her life. she sets the bar of expectations high and if someone doesn’t meet it, they suffer her displeasure. in her current role of leading the remaining loyal death eaters, elizabeth takes her leadership seriously and is nearly as demanding as her master would be if he were the one leading things.

character biography —

elizabeth was the firstborn of the rosier family, but only by a few minutes. her twin brother evan followed soon after, and it didn’t matter that she appeared first, because evan was the heir. still, elizabeth wasn’t tossed away, but treasured by her parents just as much as evan. while he was raised to learn how to continue the rosier legacy by keeping the family name, elizabeth was raised to think of how to further that legacy by taking another’s. she and evan were the best of friends as children — constant playmates in their free time and classmates in the strict regimen of lessons that the rosiers expected their children to learn.

but where evan was always the more sensitive and compassionate of the two, elizabeth was as hardened as her parents wanted their heirs to be. the dark lord was beginning to make a name for himself, and the rosiers planned for their children to be on the right side of things. they both fulfilled their parents’ expectations by being sorted into slytherin, but while elizabeth kept her friendships within the superior house, evan branched out, though at least he didn’t make friends with any mudbloods (though blood traitors weren’t much better, and everyone knew that the McKinnons and Boneses weren’t the right kind of pureblood). elizabeth gathered a tight group of friends around her, establishing herself as their leader early on and using that to her advantage throughout her time in hogwarts. elizabeth excelled at her academics, but it was the social game that she really thrived in, and the connections she made as a child have been the ones that have sustained her throughout the disgrace that was to follow.

elizabeth always knew that she would marry for duty, not for love. but somehow she seemed to catch the eye of one of the most eligible bachelors on her parents’ preferred list of suitors, stephen nott. He wasn’t the firstborn, but his family was wealthy enough that it didn’t matter that stephen was only a second son — he was set to inherit just as much as theodore, and the nott name was just as respected as the rosiers. it made perfect sense, and the fact that elizabeth felt butterflies when he smiled at her was just an added bonus.

stephen was amused at the fact that elizabeth treated their relationship like a business transaction, but her mind was exactly one of the things he had been so drawn to, so he didn’t really mind. it wasn’t until after they were gone from hogwarts and married that elizabeth finally let herself consider what it might be like to love the man she had yoked her life to, and to her surprise, love didn’t make her weak. if anything, it made her stronger.

stephen was serving the dark lord even before he left hogwarts, following in the footsteps of his father and brother, and it wasn’t long before elizabeth’s sharp eye and keen mind caught the attention of his master. they were thrilled with the privilege that it was to be sought after by the dark lord, and elizabeth gladly took the mark that her husband already bore. they threw themselves into fighting for his cause, both proving themselves to be loyal soldiers as well as masterful minds. it wasn’t long before they were both welcomed into voldemort’s inner circle as his most prized strategist (elizabeth) and his most skilled duellist (stephen).

they were both so focused on serving their master that producing an heir just wasn’t a concern for them, until one day elizabeth discovered that she was pregnant. of course, they were both ecstatic, longing to have children to fill the nursery, but there was a bit of loss to it, for being pregnant meant that for a time, elizabeth would need to take a backseat from her death eater duties. she was fully committed to returning after giving birth, but unfortunately, she was only a couple months into her pregnancy when the dark lord fell, condemning her husband to prison.

elizabeth escaped, partially because of the sympathy people felt when considering the growing bump and partially because she was so skilled at talking her way out of things. she would have been happy to go to azkaban for her master, of course, but she would serve everyone better from outside of the prison walls, and now she had someone else to think about.

for the first time in her life, elizabeth’s thoughts weren’t totally consumed by her own interests. she hadn’t met this child yet, but already elizabeth felt like a mother, and her primary concern became caring for the life that was growing within her.

when she gave birth to a daughter months later, she allowed herself one moment of disappointment that it wasn’t the male heir that they had hoped for, but her heart had been captured by the writhing little figure even before she made her appearance. the baby was named elizabeth after her mother (as elizabeth and stephen had discussed ages ago), nicknamed liza. liza became elizabeth’s first priority, and anyone who was lucky enough to see mother and daughter interact were privileged to see a side of elizabeth that nothing else would ever bring out.

these last five years have been a trying time for elizabeth. she’s delighted in watching liza grow, but that delight is tainted with the sorrow of knowing everything that stephen is missing. she thinks about him constantly, wondering how he’s doing in azkaban. they exchange letters as often as they are able, and the few times she’s been able to visit he seems saner than the rest of their kin, but elizabeth knows what the dementors do to a person, and she worries that even if she does get him back, he won’t be the same man as the one who left.

elizabeth is determined to bring back her master, and she’s gathered a tight group of death eaters around her in the hopes of finding out a way to do this. suspecting that even some of those she’s closest to in life (narcissa, lucius, evan) are not as loyal as they might appear, she’s only recruited those she can really trust, which means that their work has been kept secret so far, and she hopes to keep it that way for as long as possible. she’s getting closer to finding where her master is in hiding and discovering a way to bring him back to full strength, but she needs more time.

plot ideas

family matters — wow, so much to be explored here. first of all, there’s her relationship with evan. he’s her twin. there are few people in the world that elizabeth loves, and evan is one of them. but she suspects he’s not as eager as he might seem to return to the old days, and that worries her. has evan given into his softer sensibilities? and then there’s narcissa and lucius. they’re cozied up a little too close to the very people that their master would seek to eradicate. surely they’ve given up hope. elizabeth loves them, but she’s not sure if that love is enough to make her stick her own neck out in order to protect them. and then there’s alice, a cousin just like narcissa, whose mother-in-law was the one to defeat elizabeth’s master. it’s assumed that they don’t have much of a relationship — what is it like when these women encounter one another in the world?

leading the charge — elizabeth is leading the acting death eaters, so of course she’s at the heart of a lot of chaos and drama possibilities. I’ll be eager to explore what it looks like, how comfortable she’s gotten with leadership. will she really be ready to hand the reins over to her master after five years of being the head honcho?

mother above all — before anything else, elizabeth is a mother. she thinks that she’s doing what’s best for her daughter in trying to get stephen back, but what if she somehow realized that fighting for the dark lord was not the best way to protect liza? if she’s torn between her loyalty to her master and her loyalty to her daughter, what would elizabeth choose? even I don’t know.

#al:accepted

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