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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years

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Lance and Romelle enthusing abt Keith and Allura to each other?? (Mayhaps a side of the team lowkey thinking they're dating?)

OHHHHH miscommunications

Also this is my first work ft Allura and Romelle <3

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“Blue paladin, may I bother you?” Romelle poked her head in Lance’s room, wearing a nervous expression.

Lance looked up at her, placing his tablet off to the side of his bed. “What's up?” He tried to ignore how confused he sounded, but he hadn’t ever spoken to her one on one before; let alone in his room.

She stepped more into his room, letting the door close behind her. “I want to,” she paused, closing her hands into a fist before releasing them. “May I ask you something?”

“Uh...sure?” Lance tried to ignore the anxiety that was building in his gut.

“Do you...do you have feelings for the Princess?”

Lance stared at the other woman, not missing how red her face was and how she refused to meet his eyes. “Like...romantic feelings?”

She gave a stiff nod, seeming to be scared of his answer.

“No. Well, I used to but she’s more of a big sister to me now. Plus I like someone else.”

All the stress that Romelle was holding in her body deflated at his words and she released a sigh. “Oh thank the universe.”

Lance blinked at her, “why did you ask?”

Her face turned a deep shade of red, “no reason I just...um...I wasn’t sure...”

Lance’s mouth fell open, “you like the princess?!?!”

She rushed forward, placing her hands over his mouth, “please no so loud.”

He pulled his head back some, shock still flowing in his veins, “you like Allura?” He lowered his voice into a harsh whisper.

She nodded, “I do. But I didn’t want to step on your toes if you liked her.”

Lance shook his head, “no no I like Keith.”

Now it was her turn to look at him with a wide expression. “The red paladin?!”

Lance nodded, “yes.”

Romelle moved to sit down next to him, “so I like the princess and you like your teammate.”

“Yeah.”

A small laugh bubbled from her chest, “we are disasters aren't we?”

“Yeah, but we need to stick together.”

That was the first night of many. The first night of Romelle going into Lance’s room to gush about Allura. Ramble about how she was able to braid her hair today and how soft it was between her fingers. Or how Allura smiled at her and laughed and Romelle had to leave the room since her marks were glowing.

Lance would do the same regarding Keith. How his eyes were mini galaxies and Lance would stare at them all day if he could. How rough his voice sounded first thing in the morning. How good he looked when he trained.

Before either of them knew it, you couldn’t have Lance without Romelle or vice versa.

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“Lance!!” Romelle stormed into the common room, not paying any attention to the others sitting on the couch with him. “I need to talk to you right now.” She crossed her arms, looking at him with an expression that meant she just witness Allura do something that made her heart pound.

Lance stood from the couch, “okay.” He quickly walked over to her and they disappeared out of the room; unaware of the team's stares.

As soon as Lance’s bedroom door closed Romelle exploded in a fit of giggles. “SHE SAID I LOOKED NICE!!!!”

Lance smiled at her, letting her hug him and jump up and down. “What did you say?”

Romelle released herself from her friend, “I told her thank you and went to find you.”

Lance sighed, “Elle, you need to compliment her back. Let her know you’re interested.”

She furrowed her eyebrows at him, “I will when you start flirting with the red paladin.”

Lance frowned, “touché.”

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Lance thought he was going to be sick, his knees shook under his weight.

“He’ll be okay. You got him back just in time my boy.” Coran patted his shoulder, all eyes on Keith in a healing pod.

Lance tried to nod but he felt like he couldn’t breathe, was his armor always this tight?

“Lance?” Romelle reached out and grabbed his arm.

He met her eyes and with a knowing expression she pulled him from the room; not bothering to meet the team member's eyes. The walk to her room took an eternity and as soon as her bedroom door hissed closed a sob was ripped from Lance’s chest.

She pulled him in for a crushing hug, seeming unfazed by the crimson color that was smearing on her dress from his chest plate.

“He could have died.” Lance clung to her, letting his emotions spill out. “if I was a minute later he would have died.”

“Shhh I know. It’s okay. He’s okay.”

Lance pulled her closer, if that was even possible, “I love him so much I can’t lose him.”

Romelle hummed, “I know Lance. I know you do.”

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Keith was released from the pod into a quiet room, yet Allura was there to catch him. “Welcome back Keith.” She helped him sit down on the steps, taking a seat right next to him. “How do you feel?”

Keith rubbed his eyes, the pods always made him feel hazy. “I’ll feel better soon.” He looked around the empty room. “Where’s Lance?” He tried to ignore the ache in his chest, but Lance was always there when he got out of a pod. Even if he was sleeping off to the side he was always there.

Allura sighed, her eyes burning a hole in the floor, “with Romelle.”

“Oh.” Keith joined her staring. “Are they like a thing or something?”

Allura took a sharp breath before releasing it slowly. “It appears so.”

Keith closed his eyes, he was always worried he would lose Lance to someone else. That he wouldn’t keep his attention long enough to win him over. “As long as they’re happy or whatever.”

Allura gave a stiff nod, “sure.”

Keith looked over at her, “you don’t seem very happy.”

Allura cleared her throat, “I may have feelings for one of them. Romantic feelings.”

Keith released a dry chuckle, “Lance?”

Allura shook her head, “not him.”

Keith blinked, oh. “I didn’t know you liked girls.”

Allura shrugged, “on Altea we don’t have labels like you on earth do. We like who we like no matter the gender.”

“Some people on Earth are like that too.”

Allura nodded. They sat in silence for a bit, before Allura spoke again. “I feel like I missed my chance. I thought I was flirting with her but every time I complimented her she would dash off and find Lance. I suppose she likes him.”

Keith bumped her shoulder with his, “if it makes you feel any better I didn’t win Lance over.”

Allura released a wet laugh, wiping her eyes quickly. “We are a mess aren’t we.”

Keith nodded, “yeah we are.”

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It took a month before the air was finally clear and the truth was revealed. Romelle was the first one, cornering Allura in her bedroom, her face flushed with emotion, her hands sweating with anticipation and nerves.

“Princess, I hope this isn’t too forward but I have romantic feelings for you and I would like to date you on a date. With just you and me...a romantic gesture.”

Allura felt her own face burn, confusion plaguing her mind. “Did you and Lance break up?” She gave her a remorseful frown.

Romelle tilted her head in confusion, “break up? What?! Lance and I were never dating.”

Allura raised her eyebrows, “you weren’t? But you two are always together.”

Romelle shook her head, “no no no. We are just friends. Strictly platonic friends.”

“Oh...so you like me?”

Romelle smiled, “wasn’t that obvious?”

Allura rolled her eyes in a friendly manner, “obviously not.” She reached out and gently grasped the other woman's hand, “so you want to go on a date?”

Romelle knew her marks were glowing and she squeezed Allura’s hand, “I would very much like that.”

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Lance walked down the hallway towards the training deck, mumbling words under his breath. “Hey Keith, I like you and I was wondering if you wanted to date-go on a date. With me. Just the two of us.”

He shook his head, trying again, “Hey Keith I want to kiss you till I can’t breathe.”

He shook his head again. He and Romelle decided it was time to ask their respective crushes and Lance said he would when she asked Allura. He didn’t expect her to leave his room and immediately head to Allura’s.

He stopped at the entrance to the training room, his eyes following Keith as he swung at the training bots.

Telling Keith his feelings was already going to be hard enough, but telling Keith post-training? His knees were shaking a bit.

Keith looked over at him, “end training sequence!” The bots fell to the ground, “what’s going on?” He walked over to his watch pouch, using his shirt to wipe his face from sweat.

Lance cleared his throat, “I um...wanted to ask you something.”

Keith gave him a confused look, “okay.”

Lance took a deep breath, “I like you.”

Keith tilted his head slightly, “that wasn’t a question.”

Lance fought back a groan, “my point still stands.”

Keith took a sip from his pouch, “does Romelle know?”

Lance nodded, “yeah she told me to tell you.”

“Oh,” Keith’s eyes scanned the room, looking at the shutdown bots. “So what does that mean for you two?”

“Me and who?”

“You and Romelle? She’s your girlfriend right?”

Lance didn’t miss how Keith spit out those words like they burned his tongue. “No. She’s not my girlfriend.”

“So she’s your ex?”

Lance shook his head, “no. She and I never dated.”

Keith looked at him with confusion, “you two never dated?”

“Correct.”

“But...you are always together, whispering, being...coupley.”

“Because we needed someone to gush to about you! Well she gushed about Allura and I gushed about you- you get the picture!”

“Oh,” Keith looked down at his shoes, “so you like me.”

“Yes. Mullet and all.”

Keith found a smile on his face, “I don’t have a mullet.” He looked up, meeting Lance’s eyes.

Lance lifted his hand and touch the end of Keith's hair, “hmm I think it’s a mullet.”

“But you still like it,” Keith inched closer.

“Yeah...because it’s yours.” Lance moved slightly closer.

Keith was lost in those blue eyes, he didn’t even realize how close they were until Lance's lips brushed over his, slowly applying pressure; then Keith let his eyes close.

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I’ve been writing so many kiss scenes

I hope you liked it <3

Thank you for reading <33333

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bluberrie-hedgehog · 1 year

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Since your ask things says send fic ideas:

Maybe something where Sonic ends up losing his powers (his speed and whatever the electricity stuff he does is called) somehow and he and his parents have to figure out how to live with that? Maybe while also figuring out how to get his powers back?

I've never seen the idea of how losing his powers would affect Sonic and those around him explored before, so I just think it's interesting to wonder about.

Okay, here we go. Enjoy the angst.

Sonic Loses his Powers

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Maniacal laughter filled the room as his senses started coming to reality. His ears were ringing and the first thing that hit his nose was the stench of chemicals and machinery.

He blearily opened his eyes everything was fuzzy and he felt a headache forming. Where was he? What happened?

He drew in a long breath, and his lungs ached, squeezing his eyes shut. He realized he was laying on something cold. He was sitting in an upright position, that much was obvious. He tried to move his arm but it was stuck there. All of his limbs were tied down by something he didn't know. He couldn't open his eyes.

He tried to recall the last thing he had seen. There was an explosion... And then...

Mom and dad...

His brothers.

Where are they?

Somehow he managed to blink open his eyes again and his vision was more clear. And he wished it wasn’t. He was in a room, the brick walls were rusty and old with several cracks and what looked to be burn marks. However, the wall in front of him was glass, and on the other side he could vaguely make out someone standing there, looking like they were typing on a computer. Until that vague figure became more clear and it looked at him with a grin of pure evil.

There was a noise from the corner that crackled like a speaker “Good morning hedgehog,” Robotnik spoke not at all sounding polite.

Sonic scowled back at him through the glass.

“I'm glad you're awake so soon! That means we should go ahead and get started shall we?” His eyes were cold and heartless and they burned a hole into his soul.

His breathing hastened and he tried to move his legs move his arms anything! He needed to get away.

Robotnik smiled through the hatred in his voice. “Don’t fight it. Save your breath, you’ll need it.”

He needed to run he needed to get away but he couldn't he was stuck, the restraints were too tight.

He fought the restraints so much that he could hardly breathe and he was gaping for air. So now he sat still as a statue, paralyzed with fear.

“Where are they?!” he managed to choke out through the fear, his voice cracking on the end.

The man walked closer to the glass as he enjoyed the view of the terrified hedgehog, his face changing to amusement. “Oh who? Those two other rodents and your mommy and daddy?” Eggman said his voice getting higher toward the end. Teasing him.

The teen growled at them. “Where. Are. They?”

Robotnik was smiling with each word that drove knives into the little hedgehog's heart. “They’re dead.”

Sonic’s shrilled scream was enough to wake the dead. “HOW COULD YOU?!” he sobbed out through the tears, he felt electricity disperse through his quills as blue lightning bolts spread across the ground like electric snakes.

The man just watched with amazement and excitement not feeling any empathy whatsoever. Yes. Exactly what Robotnik needed. Keep sparking you stupid little rodent.

He felt like he couldn't breathe. The whole world was crushing in on him and he couldn't do anything but thrash uselessly against the restraints tieing him down.

Somehow through his tears and screaming he was able to pick up the sound of a machine whirring to life.

“Don’t worry.” Eggman smiled. “It will only sting just a bit.”

The hedgehog’s screams became louder and more blood-curdling as four light blue colored beams latched onto him like claws from the corners of the small room. There was pain everywhere, he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything.

His frame hunched over, baling his hands up into fists, his face in complete agony as he gritted his teeth together. The only sound he could hear above the machinery was hysterical laughter.

It felt like that one time he got tased, but this was a thousand times worse. The evil laughter stopped and then he heard a loud boom that could only be an explosion. The claw-like beams suddenly disappeared only to be replaced by the whirring of sirens. He swayed on his knees before he fell over and everything went black.

...

“....-onic!”

“-Mother he has awoken!”

He heard hurried footsteps from... somewhere. And then the sound of hushed voices.

Something touched his arm, he wanted to open his eyes but he couldn't. “Baby? Oh my God. Sonic, please wake up.” the voice sounded suspiciously like Maddie but that didn't make sense... They’re gone.

Oh my gosh they're dead. ...-is he dead?

A higher-pitched voice popped up. “I saw him move! He must be regaining consciousness any time now.” the voice was suddenly laced with worry as it trembled. “H-he will right?”

“Do not worry fox.” A boulder and deeper voice. “The hedgehog is a very strong and noble warrior it would take more than that to take him out.”

Okay, he definitely wasn't dead.

Somehow he was able to blink open his eyes squinting them against the light. And there was no mistaking his parents and his brothers standing there.

Maddie was practically right up against his face, she had tears welling in her eyes.

He saw he was laying on the couch, covered in two blankets and a pillow underneath his head.

But it didn't make sense. His family was gone right?

He reached out weakly with one arm to touch her, to really see if she was there. “M-mom,” he said but it came out more as a wheeze followed by a coughing fit.

She shakily grabbed his hand, ushering him to try and sit up because he was coughing so much. “Sweetie, you're okay, can you sit up for me?” Maddie tried to sound calm but he could hear the tension and worry in her voice.

She guided his back with her hand until he was finally sitting upright. He saw Tom out of the corner of his eyes holding a glass of water. “Here bud, drink some water okay.” his voice shared the same emotion as Maddie’s.

The glass was held up to his lips and he drank from it, not realizing how thirsty he had been.

He wanted to complain or come up with some sarcastic joke that he wasn't a baby, and that he could hold the cup himself. But he couldn't do anything besides let out a whine before clamping his jaw back shut.

His dad was instantly stroking his face with his thumb while his mom grabbed his wrist. He watched her eyes widen with fear or worry, he couldn't really tell. “Your pulse is so much slower.”

“S’cuase ‘m tired.” he said sluggishly, his ears drooping and he he lowered his head.

“No, no this is different.” There was a lot of things different about him and it was shown as clear as day. One, his fur looked paler, it has lost that bright blue tint and was more of a very light blue. Almost white. And two, his eyes once full of energy and life seemed solemn and had lost their brightness and energy.

There was a clicking sound as they all turned to see Tails holding a device in his hands as he fiddled with it. He moved past his worried parents holding it up to hedgehog for at least ten seconds, the concern growing in his face the longer time ticked on. He swallowed then spoke “When I would face this at Sonic before it would always beep. I built this to find him a long time ago and used it to track his chaos energy, but now it's showing that there's... Nothing.” The fox twidled with his namesakes looking uneasy.

“What does that mean?” Tom asked fear lacing his voice.

“It means that there is no chaos energy in his body anymore, that energy is what allowed him to run that fast and generate electricity.” He didn't like what he had to say next, ”Robotnik must’ve taken it somehow. I'm honestly surprised that he made it out alive.”

Sonic’s shocked terrified cry cut the family’s hearts clean in half. All four of them rushed over to give the hedgehog a hug.

Even Knuckles, the bravest and most stubborn of the family felt a few tears well up in his eyes seeing his brother like this. “Do not fear brother. We will avenge you and give the robot man what he deserves.”

Not even their hugs or comforting words could ease the hedgehog's cries.

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(I'm not sure if I'll ever finish this or not but for now your stuck with the angst.)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic wachowski #maddie wachowski #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie #tails wachowski #sonic movie au #knuckles wachowski #sonicmoviefanfiction #my fic #tom wachowski #thanks for the suggestion #I've never written Tails or Knuckles before #but I felt the need to put them in there #I hope I wrote them okay #i wrote this in like an hour so it's not perfect #I might go back and make some edits later #I might even post it on Ao3 idk

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devildom-moss · 5 months

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I recently finished reading the third season of OG!OM and I had a miniature idea... How would Lucifer, Diavolo and Barbatos react if amab!MC told them that when the problems with the three worlds were resolved, he would like to marry them? (I may write with mistakes because I am using a translator, I apologize in advance ☆ｏ(＞＜；))

Thanks for the ask. I wrote based on the assumption that Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos are already in an established relationship with MC where marriage is a possibility, (but honestly, it'd probably be fun to write a less serious version, too). I don't know if these are headcanons or just poorly constructed shorts in headcanon format (oops), but I hope you like it.

M!MC tells them he wants to marry them when the three realms are at peace (Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos)

(MC/reader referred to as "man" "husband/future husband" "boyfriend" "fiance") (Diavolo will only be in red for ease of reading in this post primary colors woo)

(Lucifer x m!MC) (Diavolo x m!MC) (Barbatos x m!MC)

(Suggestive in for some parts)

Word Count: +1,900

Lucifer

You told Lucifer you wanted to marry him during one of his softer, more vulnerable moments: when you woke him up after he fell asleep during a long night of paperwork, exhaustion widening his smile upon seeing your face; on one of those rare mornings when he allowed himself to laze around in bed, pulling you in close and savoring the feel and scent of your body; or one of those other long nights when Lucifer’s breath hitched and the sweetest noises left him – it was all for you.

“When things are peaceful –” “Things are never peaceful with my brothers around.” “– when the three realms are stable and at peace, then, we should get married.”

“Oh?” he asked you with a gentle chuckle.

He didn’t believe you at first – not because he had never thought about marriage before. Lucifer assumed it was more likely that you wanted to tease him than that you would beat him to a marriage proposal. His adorable, handsome, wonderful boyfriend would never surprise him by doing something so endearing and unexpected. It just wasn’t – shit! Is he really proposing to me?

Lucifer waited for a teasing “just kidding” or some kind of retreat on your part. When it doesn’t come, his eyes widen, and the heat rises visibly on his cheeks. You really want to be his husband? He already suspected as much, but to have you take the initiative and ask him to marry you was more than he expected.

When Lucifer falls, it’s hard and deep. He knows you so well. He’s so certain of his love that it doesn’t even cross his mind that it could be too early in the relationship to get married.

He glosses over the entire “when the three realms are at peace” thing, because he’s too pleased. Lucifer buries himself in the nearest part of your body he can get to – likely your chest or neck. In part, he’s trying to hide the grin on his face and the blush on his cheeks, but even with his face hidden, you can see the pink tint painting the tips of his ears.

“We already have a pact, and now you want my hand?” he murmured against your skin, sounding almost shy. “Yes. When things are –” “Why w–” “Would you stop fucking interrupting me when I’m in the middle of proposing?!” “Sorry. Do it again. I’ll behave.” His eyes softened seductively. “Asshole.” “Only when you top – and only if you’re being degrading. Usually, I’m your adoring partner.” “Do you want me to propose again or not?” “I do. Try again.”

“Lucifer, when the three realms are united, will you marry me?” Lucifer stared at you, patiently. “Well?” “Why wait?” “What do you mean?” “Why wait for peace and unity? It doesn’t matter what state the realms are in. I want to be with you. I want to be your husband, and I want you to be mine. Marry me now.”

Lucifer would be so earnest and make his argument sound so logical – but maybe it’s easier to justify something you want, too. “I’m serious. I have faith in us – in Diavolo’s plan – but if anything happens, if it takes a long time, I don’t want to wait. I want you to be my husband.”

He would kiss you tenderly and hold you close until you agree not to put off your wedding for some indefinite amount of time. He’ll be ready to go tomorrow morning if that means he can start calling you his husband sooner. How did your proposal to Lucifer turn into a proposal from him?

He’s so possessive and pompous, of course he would be excited to make you his in a more official setting.

Diavolo

You would tell him when he was already on cloud nine: after another successful event that had incorporated elements from all three worlds or after a business deal that would further entrench the Devildom in human-world culture. He had just furthered his goals. You were proud of him. You loved him, and you knew you were going to stand by his side as he achieved his dream for peace and unity, so you told him, “When you succeed – when the realms are united in peace, I want to marry you.”

“Hahaha. You’re full of surprises.”

Diavolo laughs, but it isn’t to mock you. He’s delighted by the proposal – well, admission. He’s gotten requests for marriage before, but he’s never been so happy to hear that someone wanted to marry him. It was unexpected, but he adores that you can surprise him.

It isn’t lost on him that you didn’t actually ask him to marry you or that you were willing to wait an indefinite amount of time. Who knew how long it would take him to realize his dream, but you believed in him enough to wait. The fact that you just told him what you wanted without asking him felt like you were giving him the space and time to think about it, come back, and meet you with his own feelings about marriage. Maybe he was reading into it too much, but he didn’t feel pressured, and that was a comfort. You made him feel so free, supported, and loved.

Of course, he would love to make you his – give you the whole grand royal ceremony, mark you as his partner for the whole world to see, and give you the title of “king” to match his own (because in this speculative future, the throne is his by then; he’ll have earned it.).

You both understand why it would be best to wait for his success. It can be difficult enough to get approval and ensure your safety when everyone just thinks the Demon Prince has taken a human man as his lover. Marriage might cause more instability.

Furthermore, although he doesn’t expect his workload to disappear once peace is achieved, Diavolo hopes that ensuring peace takes more effort than maintaining it. If he’s going to marry you, he wants plenty of down time to travel with his new husband after the wedding. He wants enough free time in his day to cherish you and remind you of the love he holds for you. He wants to make sure he can kiss you, and hold you, and make love to you to both of your hearts’ content. (In other words, if Diavolo commits to being your husband, he needs to meet his daily physical affection quota or he will pout for a week.)

After taking a minute to process your words, Diavolo would pull you against him and press his forehead to yours. It wouldn’t matter if you were in public, either (not to Diavolo, at least. Barbatos would scold him about it being “inappropriate” later.). With a soft, sweet smile, he would tell you, “I better work harder then. I don’t want to keep you waiting too long.” Even if everyone was staring in your direction, he would take that moment to lean in and kiss you tenderly.

Suddenly, Diavolo would feel his ambition renewed. He’d even feel motivated to get home and start on some important plans and initiatives – unless you wanted to go home with him; in which case, he would take you to bed and resume his work in the morning. Nothing could light a fire under him like his beloved partner.

After your proposal, he may occasionally flirt with you by calling you “my fiancé” or “my future husband,” but he’ll only do that in private.

Barbatos

There is no ideal time to drop the news on Barbatos that you want to marry him, which probably plays to your benefit when you tell him while he’s working. You were shadowing him – probably assisting in the kitchen or giving him a hand with some light chores (dusting, organizing, laundry, etc.). “When Lord Diavolo succeeds in uniting the three realms, do you think we could get married?”

Barbatos’s eyes would widen, and he would stop his work for a second. Even if he had used his powers, he never would have believed that this would be the path you would follow. Barbatos took in a deep breath and released it along with the tension in his body before he resumed his work. “No.”

It was your turn to pause. You hadn’t expected such a flat-out rejection, and it hurt. “Oh.” “I’m sorry, MC.” “No, it’s fine. . . but, do you mind if I ask you why not? Are we – do you not love me enough for marriage?”

Now, Barbatos felt hurt. It’s not that he didn’t love you deeply; in fact, Barbatos imagined his love for you was more eternal than most marriages claim to represent. He would vow his love to you under the moon and swear to that celestial body that his love would outlast it. The truth was much sadder.

Barbatos has a duty to serve Diavolo. It seems like the logical conclusion that he would never commit to marriage before Diavolo’s goals were achieved. You were willing to wait, but Barbatos knew that, and he was reluctant to let you.

Without using his powers, Barbatos has no idea how long it would take for that to happen. In the meantime, he wants you to enjoy life. He doesn’t want you waiting around for him for decades or centuries (because he has no intention of allowing you to limit your life to normal human lifespans). If you want to get married, and he doesn’t feel able to do that for you, Barbatos would rather see you marry someone else – certainly, you have no shortage of suitors. (We can all ignore that this is an idiotic reason, right?)

However, the main reason he turned you down is because he believes you deserve the world. Even after the realms are stable, Barbatos will still be bound to Diavolo. Maintaining that peace takes effort as well. Furthermore, Barbatos enjoys his work, and he would never give it up. His time for you would always be lacking. Surely, you would expect more from him after marriage. That wasn’t something Barbatos could give you.

He would tell you as much. “. . . That is why I must decline your proposal.” “Why? Because I’d have to wait, and you would still work for Diavolo?” “Those are not ideal conditions for a husband. You deserve more.” “First of all, we fuck under your boss’s roof. Second, we are different species from different realms. Nothing about our circumstance is ‘ideal.’ Third, I love you, and I love how our relationship works. I would never take you away from Lord Diavolo’s side. I just wanted to cement my love for you with a silly little ceremony – it’s not that important. I will stand by you, and I’ll love you then as I do now – regardless of marriage.”

Barbatos could feel his face flush with heat. He was overjoyed and overwhelmed. “We have yet to even form a pact.” “Yet? And we don’t have to have a pact if you don’t want one.” “Goodness, you are far too accommodating. May I make a proposal of my own?”

Barbatos would pull you into his arms (he had ceased working altogether after “your boss’s roof.”) and whisper into your ear. “I was wrong. I want all of you for myself. Wait for me. When success is in our grasp, I will mark you, and seal our pact. After that, I’ll make you my husband.”

He’ll sound so tender and seductive. So of course, it’s the perfect time to tease him by saying, “Then I can fuck my husband under his boss’s roof.” “Not if I take you out in the garden. After all, you look stunning in the moonlight.”

#requests #moonly-hides #lucifer #diavolo #barbatos #m!mc #ask #obey me headcanons #I think? I'm calling them headcanons okay #I hope that I wrote Lucifer as the most down-bad pathetic whimpering baby boy like he deserves #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months

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Nando being silly in S2E2 of his doc 🥺

#well...i wrote tags for this and queued it and yet it didnt post at all and was back in my drafts w no tags #tumblr never ceases to amaze me!#i wrote tags at like 4 am so i have no memory #and i dont realtl wanna write them again so I hope this vid speaks for itself #tho i will say:#i guess i find it cute how soft spoken and polite and silly he is in all these #i think its funny to see a 'celebrity' experience the same awkwardness of covid times #like when hes just awkwardly standing there and staring as his bag gets disinfected #and like seeing him w service workers and he tries to be somewhat serious and then cant help but be silly #THE SINGING PART IS THE BEST OKAY.#f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso #we do a little bit of f1 #fernando(show)#fernando s2e2

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Michael never really fit in anywhere. Maybe that's part of why i like him so much. Or maybe i'm just projecting lol – but hear me out.

Michael Shelley maybe really didn't have a purpose in life. Maybe doing research on his trauma was all he had. He was too good, too pure for his human life - a life that probably just wasn't great in general.

Now other people without other purpose in life than supernatural trauma reasearch become happy fulfilled avatars, like Mike Crew. But Mike Crew chose to serve his entity. Michael, on the other hand, was sacrificed to an entity that didn't fit him, that was the opposite of him. He was naive and kind and would never lie to anyone, and the Spiral is the incarnation of gaslighting and lies. Which means the Spiral wasn't good for him, but he also couldn't become a good Spiral avatar vessel. Helen seems to be able to coordinate humanity and inhumanity. Michael wasn't, because Michael Shelley wasn't made for becoming this.

In general - i'm still thinking about how Gertrude stopped the ritual by making Michael the Distortion. Maybe it was just because it disturbed the ritual and it needed to get used to its new identity. Or maybe it was because Michael just wasn't a good distortion. He wasn't strong or talented or spirally enough to complete the ritual. God, i made him tragic.

I gotta say: This seems to contradict what i’ve said before, but i’m only talking about Michael and Michael Shelley as one person to simplify this. What i really mean is the Distortion could never be good at being itself while having Michael’s mind.

Can you imagine? Not only being tied to the embodiment of your failure, but still being your failure. Thinking with a mind that represents the opposite of what you are, that contradicts your very essence. That stops you from living up to your full potential, that stops you from being good at being you.

#okay i have like 3 different michael analysis posts ready by now #i'm gonna put them in my queue so i don't flood you with all of them at once #so yeah in case you're wondering: i wrote them directly one after the other. at 2 am.#can you tell the way i view michael the distortion's identity changed halfway through this post?#i hope not #but yeah i wrote the first half before coming to the realization that i talked about in my last michaelpost #tma #the magnus archives #tma podcast #michael distortion #tma the distortion #michael shelley #tma thoughts #tma spoilers #and yes i know - the ritual was probably just stopped because the distortion was forced to take a human-ish form.#but i like to think if it had been a different person it would have managed to do it anyways.

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limonjarritos · 4 months

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The wine bottle and symbolism

this is personally my take on the symbolism of the wine bottle/bottle opener as based on a post by galaxitic

The wine as a symbol for obsession for a loss of control. For how Vincent feels about his fixation with Rody. Of even in a way a symbol for Rody himself.

The wine opener being Vince's semblance of control over that obsession. That he believes he has control on his feelings about Rody. But when he goes to open that bottle its not in a semblance of control but that of panic, that of impulse but he still tells himself that it's something, not realizing that with a sip of the wine he's consumed back. His rational is consumed. Just like how this whole time Rody has made him drunk with impulse.

How the wine is admittedly what does him in.

Vince breaks the bottle, breaks 'Rody' through a lack of control. He uses the bottle opener to try and open the real thing, drunk and searching for more, willing to truly give into his impulses and be intoxicated.

Vince has for the most part up until this point been bottling up his feelings, playing the part of mild mannered and in control (though his control isn't perfect. The rat, the watching through the peep hole-)

Rody taking that broken bottle in hand, takes said obsession and kills Vincent with it. Because a broken bottle is going to hurt you. Because Rody is so broken right now, shattered, reeling from the revelation that Manon has been killed. The love bleeding from his body and a hot demand for revenge coming to him that results in the burning of Vince.

#dead plate #limon.txt #i dont like to tag people unless i know them and they're okay w/ it #i wrote this like when i woke up 12 hours ago and like- i hope it makes sense. today just has not been the day for my language skills.#syntax who?#anyways. there's way more to it than this i wasnt able to fully explain without running in circles #but like- something about bottling feelings up too. about how that bottle has to break anyways and intoxicate you w/ the emotions #<- why didnt i say this from the start would have saved me a paragraph #and how the bottle is rody too. how rody's care is intoxicating. how vincent lead to the breaking of rody #how rody's care left his body when he was broken and drunken up like the bottle #also another side point #do you think rody would have killed vince if manon had not been killed?#do you think rody cares that much about revenge for wrongs done to himself vs those done to those he cares for #he has basic self preservation ill give him that #but i doubt he would have contemplated that revenge portion at the end

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monstersinthecosmos · 5 months

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VC Kinktober <3

So I didn't have time to create anything new for Kinktober this year, and I also meant to make this post at the end of October and didn't get a chance, so please humbly accept this late offering! Instead of creating anything new I wanted to make a lil directory of the fics I've written already that contain some of these prompts, for everyone's needs!

Day 1: Biting Bartzabel (Marius/Santino) Dust of the Saturn (Armand/Daniel) Gallows Bird (Maruis/Armand) In the Trials of the Heart (Armand/Daniel, Marius/Daniel, Marius/Armand) The Lotus Eater (Armand/Daniel) Minus (Armand/Daniel) the misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences (Lestat/Louis) Moon Above, Sun Below (Armand/Daniel) quinque plus unum (Marius/Daniel, Marius/Armand) Right Where it Belongs (Lestat/Louis) Ruby (Armand/Daniel) Sfaíra Ti̱s Fo̱tiás (Marius/Armand, Santino/Armand) So Falls the World (Marius/Pandora, Akasha/Marius/Pandora) Various Methods of Escape (Louis/Daniel)

Day 2: Masturbation Fall Apart (Armand/Daniel) Sfaíra Ti̱s Fo̱tiás (Marius/Armand, Santino/Armand) Vantablack (Marius/Armand) Where My Holiness Goes (Armand/Daniel)

Day 3: Praise Kink

French Mistake (Nicki/Lestat) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) Vantablack (Marius/Armand)

Day 4: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Fall Apart (Armand/Daniel) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) Minus (Armand/Daniel) Moon Above, Sun Below (Armand/Daniel) So Falls the World (Marius/Pandora, Akasha/Marius/Pandora) Vantablack (Marius/Armand)

Day 5: Bondage

Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) The Lotus Eater (Armand/Daniel) Moon Above, Sun Below (Armand/Daniel) world coming down (Lestat/Louis)

Day 6: Nipple Play Serrated (Armand/Daniel) Where My Holiness Goes (Armand/Daniel)

Day 8: Blood Play

Bartzabel (Marius/Santino) Clockwise Operetta (Marius/Armand) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) In the Trials of the Heart (Armand/Daniel, Marius/Daniel, Marius/Armand) The Lotus Eater (Armand/Daniel) Minus (Armand/Daniel) the misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences (Lestat/Louis) Moon Above, Sun Below (Armand/Daniel) quinque plus unum (Marius/Daniel, Marius/Armand) Right Where it Belongs (Lestat/Louis) Ruby (Armand/Daniel) Sfaíra Ti̱s Fo̱tiás (Marius/Armand, Santino/Armand) So Falls the World (Marius/Pandora, Akasha/Marius/Pandora) Various Methods of Escape (Louis/Daniel) world coming down (Lestat/Louis)

Day 11: Dom/Sub Cauda Pavonis (Marius/Bianca/Armand) Clockwise Operetta (Marius/Armand) Dust of the Saturn (Armand/Daniel) Fall Apart (Armand/Daniel) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) The Lotus Eater (Armand/Daniel) the misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences (Lestat/Louis) Moon Above, Sun Below (Armand/Daniel) Pinion (Marius/Daniel) Right Where it Belongs (Lestat/Louis) Ruby (Armand/Daniel) Sfaíra Ti̱s Fo̱tiás (Marius/Armand, Santino/Armand) So Falls the World (Marius/Pandora, Akasha/Marius/Pandora) Vantablack (Marius/Armand) Various Methods of Escape (Louis/Daniel) Where My Holiness Goes (Armand/Daniel) world coming down (Lestat/Louis)

Day 12: Cockwarming

Cauda Pavonis (Marius/Bianca/Armand) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand)

Day 13: Toys

Cauda Pavonis (Marius/Bianca/Armand) Down Below (Armand/Daniel) Dust of the Saturn (Armand/Daniel) The Lotus Eater (Armand/Daniel) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) So Falls the World (Marius/Pandora, Akasha/Marius/Pandora)

Day 14: Roleplay

Cauda Pavonis (Marius/Bianca/Armand) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand)

Day 17: Body Worship Buried in the Blind Space (Armand/Daniel)

Day 18: Double Penetration

Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand)

Day 19: Threesome/Orgy

Cauda Pavonis (Marius/Bianca/Armand) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) Minus (Armand/Daniel) Moon Above, Sun Below (Armand/Daniel) So Falls the World (Marius/Pandora, Akasha/Marius/Pandora)

Day 20: Edging

Clockwise Operetta (Marius/Armand) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) The Lotus Eater (Armand/Daniel) Where My Holiness Goes (Armand/Daniel) world coming down (Lestat/Louis)

Day 22: Breathplay Various Methods of Escape (Louis/Daniel)

Day 25: Sensory Play Only Human (Armand/Daniel) world coming down (Lestat/Louis)

Day 26: Impact Play Clockwise Operetta (Marius/Armand) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) the misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences (Lestat/Louis) Right Where it Belongs (Lestat/Louis)

Day 27: Religious Play Sfaíra Ti̱s Fo̱tiás (Marius/Armand, Santino/Armand)

Day 29: Clothed Sex

Cauda Pavonis (Marius/Bianca/Armand)

Day 30: Dirty Talk

Cauda Pavonis (Marius/Bianca/Armand) Clockwise Operetta (Marius/Armand) Gallows Bird (Marius/Armand) Sfaíra Ti̱s Fo̱tiás (Marius/Armand, Santino/Armand)

#vfkinktober2023 #stuff i wrote #so i have 2 other tumblr drabbles that never made it to ao3 #for some reason tumblr won't let me add the links or it won't save or post this LMAO OKAY #they're both armand/daniel and one is about lingerie and the other is about glass toys and temperature play #sigh #anyway!#i wrote mostly canon compliant fic so bloodplay/biting is in most of them but i listed the ones where it's like part of the love making hah #anyway ive written a lot of smutfic i hope i didn't forget anything or i did'nt misremember something LOL sorry!

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mafufuu · 2 months

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i compare childrens literature to pd pcs

!! spoiler for like, so many episodes of prime defenders god knows how many, but def s2 finale, if youre not done scroll away at rapid speeds !!

Childhood

Peter Pan is a tale of growing up. Dakota Cole is someone who might have done that too fast. The story follows the Darling children, primarily Wendy and their adventures into Neverland. Wendy seemingly wants to stay a child forever, though when faced with Peter Pan, the embodiment of childishness, her mind is changed. Dakota can be considered childish, with his intellect, black and white sense of good and evil, and extremely kind heart. Yet, it might be that, as opposed to Wendy, he is clinging to whatever remains of his childhood.

As a kid, Dakota was quite reckless, skipping school, climbing roofs, and whatnot. He’s like Peter Pan, filled with childish whimsy and a lack of care. He befriends a girl, who joins him in the shenanigans. It’s like the early bond of Wendy and Peter. But soon, the consequences of this immaturity become evident. Like how Wendy comes to see Neverland’s flaws. One day, when climbing a roof, the girl falls. Dakota tries to pull her back up, but soon his grip gives out and he goes down too.

Couple this with the death of his parents, and likely other factors, Dakota has gone through the kind of stuff that would kill off a childhood. But this is “his” fault, he wasn’t able to save her. Dakota wakes up after the fall, and he runs from wherever he was. He holds this notion that a hero, like the ones he sees in the media, saves everyone. A lofty childish ideal, but one worth admiring. Dakota has grown from where he started, he no longer sees good and evil as two separate entities, holding the idea that the ‘villains’ deserve to be saved too, and that they can be met with forgiveness as opposed to punishment.

Peter & Wendy says in the end childishness must be let go of. I reckon that it’s okay to have maturity, yet still hold the whimsy and joy of a child.

Belonging

Pinocchio is a story that has been warped over time. In this case, I will base this off of the basic sanitized version most people know. It focuses on a wooden boy, the titular Pinocchio, who desires to become a boy of flesh and bone. Vyncent is someone who (as of the beginning) felt a lack of belonging in the world of Prime, and wanted to be accepted. What lies in both is a desire to change.

Pinocchio starts out as a wooden boy crafted in a woodcarver’s shop, a fit for what he is made of, surrounded by similar things. Vyncent starts out in the world of Fauna, where magic is something everyone has, where people can just have pointy ears and no one questions it, where adventuring parties slaying dragons are usual, where he is normal. Where they belong and are accepted.

Though, they both leave those places of comfort, intentionally or not. Pinocchio ventures out to become a ‘real’ boy, and Vyncent falls through a portal. Soon after, he somehow ends up in jail, then gets recruited to join the Prime Defenders. He does not know the customs of Prime, but he goes with how things are, while using some of his knowledge from Fauna, to attempt to fit in. The heroes are beloved by many, they belong.

Vyncent embarks on his journey with William and Dakota, forging friends and foes, and maybe, a home, along the way. He finds a place where he can belong. Vyncent goes to visit Fauna, and he is beckoned to stay, in the place where he is from. Yet, with how he would be separated from the Prime Defenders, and how The Greats’ power remains in his sword, he chooses to leave. The Blue Fairy fulfills her promise of acceptance to Pinocchio.

Interpretations say Pinocchio holds the message of ‘disobedience is bad and being good will be rewarded’ which in some scenarios isn’t untrue. But, to me (and Guillermo Del Toro), it is an anecdote saying if you stay true to yourself, you can be loved, you were always what you wanted to be, realizing it or not.

Curiosity

Alice in Wonderland is about a girl falling into a strange and foreign world. William Wisp is a boy that got thrown into a hectic journey nonconsensually. For Alice, it is Wonderland she journeys into, for William it is the side effects of dying and getting revived.

It begins with being out in nature, seeing something strange, and deciding to follow it, then falling, be it being out on the river bank, seeing a white rabbit running late diving into its rabbit hole, or going on a late night hike in the woods, and spotting a will-o-wisp, and chasing it off a cliff. Then, Alice is in Wonderland, and William is falling with strange sights surrounding him. He looks around, seeing bright colorful lights, floating islands, be they holding fountains, a field of greenery with a mother and child walking together, a man on a throne of paperwork, you name it, all things to write home about.

Both William and Alice leave their places of wonder, though they do return. (Admittedly I’m not sure how well the events of the sequel lines up with William’s character development.) William’s adventures outside of the spirit world do not halt, however I am not focusing on those. When the base burns down, Mallard Conway whisks William away to show him his domain, being an endless graveyard housing everyone he cares for, and himself. Wonderland is certainly described to be a weird place, meaning it is also likely not devoid of horrors.

Both of the two are out of knowledge, attempting to solve the mysteries of these strange places they wound up in. They both can be mean at times, though are generally decent people, and they want a way out.

William’s journey through the spirit world and as the Wisperer continues. Ranging from forcing Dakota to fight a smoke samurai, then being forced to eat the soul of aforementioned samurai, to dying again, to learning he is decaying and bloodless after punching a wall and seeing strange imagery, a lot of things, and not necessarily good ones. Like how Alice continues traversing Wonderland.

Eventually, he dies a third time. He is faced with his final challenge, his trial. He stays with his old ways and runs, and runs, though eventually faces the fight head on, with all the growth he's gone through. The battle is simply happening when Clarence retrieves William to give the latter a second chance at being alive, though more in between alive and dead, as would Alice’s sister wake her up from the dream, and she leaves Wonderland.

There isn’t really a clear moral to this one, though it may have various themes and interpretations. This is but a tale made up to amuse youth. Though Wonderland may be fun, it has its downsides and things can go south, but the only constant is change, so things will be okay.

Home

The Wizard of Oz explores the narrative of Dorothy, a girl who lives in Kansas who’s life is turned upside down in a cyclone, Ashe Winters is someone who was just living in suburban New Haven, who’s life was turned upside down by the metaphorical cyclone that is the Prime Defenders (and eventually becomes one himself).

Dorothy soon becomes part of a group, making a quartet, one with three others who doubt their possession of certain characteristics. A tinman who treats all life with the greatest of care. A scarecrow who doubts his wit and overanalyzes. A lion, one who houses bravery but chooses to run, until told otherwise. Though Dakota, Vyncent, and William might not be the best embodiment of their trait I assigned among the group, they all have it for certain. Then there’s Ashe, who desires the comfort of family, in these scenarios, not necessarily blood relation, more companionship, familiarity, and support.

After many trials and tribulations, the Prime Defenders make it where they need to be, fighting Overlord. They won, however their victory came with a sacrifice, Ashe gave himself up to the Trickster so they’d win. Despite how little time they spent together, Vycnent, Dakota, and William are determined to get their friend back. They fight, and they fight, and they fight, until they’ve won.

All Dorothy desired was to go home, and Ashe wanted connection. These two things are quite similar, Dorothy was not seeking a building, but her aunt and uncle, and home is people, the kind you can connect with. That is what the Prime Defenders are to Ashe. He is one of them. Dorothy and Ashe return to their places of comfort, Kansas, and the Prime Defenders. After all, at the end of the day, there’s no place like home.

#i bring a kind of milgrammie analysis brain to the jrwiblr im unsure is good or bad or #know i proofread this the day after i wrote it on five hours of sleep and eight espresso beans #hope its coherent #ive had them for one or two months im not okay #saw this post talking abt how vynce isnt necesarily stupid #he can be competent but isnt given the tools to do so man im not saying hes like a five year old but man i remember when i was younger i fe #--t the same #i use he/him for ashe in this but just know i hc ashe as genderfluid #just roll with it prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi show #prime defenders #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi #dakota cole #jrwi dakota #dakota jrwi #vyncent sol #jrwi vyncent #vyncent jrwi #william wisp #jrwi william #william jrwi #ashe winters #jrwi ashe #jrwi ashe winters #ashe jrwi #jrwi pd spoilers #prime defenders spoilers

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mewkwota · 8 months

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Dracula After Meeting Simon Belmont for the First Time (Probably)

Good morning everyone, I keep forgetting not everyone has seen how I very much accurately draw Simon and his muscles but it always gets me when someone does anything like this in their tags.

#thank you to whoever wrote this btw #I wasn't sure if you wanted to be tagged/known #you're not the first one but I enjoyed reading your words and I hope you're doing okay #someday someone will have the intestinal components to ask me directly “mew... y u draw simon like that”#and I will show them all the official art and sprites of simon and his canonically strong thighs and everything (like they're Right There)#I'm just drawing what I see (like trevor and his Legs :D )#doodle-daas #castlevania #dracula vlad tepes #and death is here too because-because

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martyrbat · 1 year

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earth one bruce is actually the saddest version of bruce because he didnt even get to experience 5 minutes of zorro induced euphoria ://

#laying down because my head hurts before sitting upright as i remember oh wait this version of bruce didnt even get to finish the movie...#talk about dying to know what happens i guess .....#<- sorry #c: batman: earth one | i: 1 #crypt's panels #bruce wayne #martha wayne #thomas wayne #martha's pearls #baby brucie #i wrote the IDs (in alt fyi) with such a bad migraine and unable to listen back to them with a screen reader like usual #so i hope its okay. pls lemme know if its not/any spelling errors or if i did that thing i usually do where i skip a word or two jfhfj

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chaoslynx · 7 months

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just got a comment on my first fic with the reader saying they didn't know what to do now that Love Letters ended and decided to read all my fics chronologically

#like damn bestie hope you're okay #even if they only make it a few fics in. i'm shocked at the declaration to even try #curious about the life choices that led to this #'ah yes time to read 700.000 words of these in the original order written'#absolutely bonkers #(i am aware that i'm the one who wrote them but that's besides the point)#((i'd also like to add that i know this person from my discord server and tease them with affection)

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cassmouse · 10 days

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This might be just me being delulu but imo Stranger by Olivia Rodrigo is SO post-series canon Roxie coded. Like. Look this is roxie after the closure and the healing and the possible Kim involvement this is her after she got to be happy

#this is like the fifth Rodrigo song I've claimed to be Roxie coded lmfao #SOME OF THEM JUST REALLY ARE OKAY #I wrote a whole ass fic about one of them I feel very strongly about this #ANYWAY #listening to this for the second time I could literally only think about her post-series like #I'm thinking about her all the time and I swear this fits I swear #if I could draw maybe I'd do something for the 'I hadn't felt this hopeful since the day you left' with ramona and roxie but alas...#I cannot #maybe I should write a song fic about this lmao #A SEQUEL TO THE LACY ONE HAHA #wait nah wait that's actually a banging idea #runs to plan #runs at very high impossible speeds to notes app #Roxie Richter #Scott pilgrim #Scott pilgrim takes off #spto

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bijoumikhawal · 1 month

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"Biden is the best choice and he's actually really empathetic and reasonable but also you can't wait for a candidate that won't do genocide and war crimes because to become a presidential candidate you have to be willing to do that" see what you fundamentally don't understand is I'm not waiting for a candidate that won't do war crimes, because I know that. I cannot morally stomach this system, it's a joke to claim its democratic, and AMERICA DELENDA EST. this country is a plague on this Earth

#cipher talk #It's baffling because okay so you know how fucked up this is but you're behaving in a way that clearly indicates you want that this shambli #Disgusting empire to cling to life until after you're dead because it'd make /you/ uncomfortable and inconvenienced #To live through its destruction (the wealthier classes and more privileged experience lesser material changes in state collapse so long as #They aren't too highly ranked/involved in politics. A Sri Lankan wrote an article specifically addressing Americans about this)#It's so dehumanizing! People's blood is so cheap to you! You've just accepted its inevitable that genocide will happen!#Because of how the US operates! You can see no other future! It hardly matters to you!#You say this like the death of Palestinians of Yemenis of Syrians is someone else's dropped ice cream cone #You understand why people hate this country and you understand we deserve it but it just. Hardly matters to you #It feels like madness to watch this. It's disgusting #I keep thinking- it'd be so easy for you to justify my people being killed if violence broke out and it was in your favor #It's unlikely because. Well. America loves 'the church of the martyrs'#But you'd do it if that was favorable. You wouldn't think twice. You might feel a twinge in your heart but that's all #Because we aren't people to you!#We aren't all that important! Not important enough for you do anything more than 'well let's vote a blue in and do some protests'#What's a protest worth if you perpetuate the system and can't see a way out and don't try for a way out?#That's killing a man then putting flowers on his casket. It's /perverse/.#You get used to the idea that Africans die that West Asians die and that's just the way of the world. My g-d do you understand anything??#I watch necrosis take hold my parts of my culture and I watch every good person I know be ground to dust under a military regime #I talk to my friend who got drafted and is trans and may never come out because if they do they can get arrested as a 'prostitute'#I watch the wild hope for the future I was introduced to over radio at 9 years old wither #I watch people risk it anyway because just past the fence they can see they know there are people there #I watch my neighbor to the south crumble and weep because our hands are bloody and it's in part because we bloodied them for the west #And you just think that's how things are.#Fascist white death cult mindset

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stoned-eren · 5 months

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61-70 !! for the self shipping questions

omg thank you for your questions! this is probably going to be long!

61. If you got into a physical fight, who would win? Would you let them win? in terms of playfighting, eren would win no problem... i'm simply a tiny person. eren is taller than me by a literal foot, not to mention all the working out he does. but i like to imagine he'd let me win sometimes <3

62. When you upset each other, how do you make up for things?

after an argument, we exchange lots of reaffirming words, kind touches, and... weed, most of the time. :p

63. Do you take care of each other when you're sick? Who's an absolute mess when they're sick?

when eren gets sick, he gets sick. he's always trying to be active while sick, insisting that he's fine. so i have to take extra care of him, reminding him not to strain himself. and of course i make him some soup hehe

64. How are you when travelling together? It can be in general or to a specific place. in general, i do not do so well in public, tbh. eren knows this, and does what he can to make me comfortable. if he notices i'm starting to break down, he's willing to pull me aside to a quieter spot so we can just enjoy each other's company and relax.

65. You run into your ex/their ex while you're out - how do you react?

if the ex was bad, we'd both react pretty similarly... but eren takes action a lot more than i do lol

66. If either of you got into any serious trouble, would you bail each other out? In what conditions? lol the previous question was a nice precursor! eren gets in trouble a lot. he's almost gotten arrested a few times but he's always able to get out of it somehow? but if he did get arrested, i would be pretty upset, yet still bail him out. i think we both would bail each other out unless either one of us did something completely horrendous.

67. Could you start a musical act together? How good are your musical skills?

eren definitely could!!! i don't have a single musical bone in my body, but eren is very familiar with guitars and instruments. in fact, he's so good, he can play almost any song on his guitar after listening to it only once or twice.

68. What Alternate Universes have you thought of for yourselves? Fantasy, royalty etc. seeing as how aot is an au in itself, i've spent a lot of time imagining an attack on titan/canon universe! in my au there's a LOT of convoluted and confusing lore, but essentially, my character is a soldier that ran away to a cabin outside of the walls once most of the titans were wiped out. (so around the end of s3)

in s4, they meet eren again after a few months of not seeing him, around the time eren escapes his cell after his attack on marley. i made a little comic regarding that.

69. How would you react if you swapped bodies? i'd instantly go into eren's titan form. i'm so curious what it's like to see the world from that perspective, to literally tower over everything. i want to feel like a dinosaur :D and eren's whole statement is redacted because it's not appropriate!

70. If the world fell into an apocalypse situation, would you stick with each other?

an apocalyptic situation would be difficult to live in, so i feel like we would rely and depend on each other more than ever before. we would hide out in houses for a few days at a time, then travel whenever it wasn't safe in our area anymore. constantly looking out for each other, constantly appreciating each other. it would be kind of romantic such in a dire situation.

send a question for me and eren <3

#also i wrote a few out bc i wasnt sure what to draw for them?#hope thats okay!#ask #arlertwitch #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren jeager #eren #eren yeager #eren jager #sumren #sumren.exe #qs #self shipping community #drugs tw #art.exe

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milkyspine · 6 months

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 4 months

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I don't wanna be perfect (I just want to be good enough for you)

Heist!Mark x reader (can be read as platonic or romantic) | Words: 694

You are curled into your heist partner's side in the living room area of your shared base, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, when he asks you something out of the blue.

‘Do you think– are we… good people?’

You turn to face him, shutting off your phone screen, and raise an eyebrow.

‘Who are you and what've you done with Mark?’

‘Come on, I'm serious.’ You give him a baffled look and he sighs. ‘I never really thought about it all that much, I guess. I think I always just sorta accepted it? I sorta fell into this profession because it was fun and it paid the bills — I mean, don't get me wrong, I love what we do. I love the thrill, and I love the satisfaction of getting away with our loot scott-free. But I dunno… Recently I've been thinking. Is it bad that I enjoy this job? Am I a good person?’

It's a fair question, you suppose. You understand where he's coming from, but you're sure you both knew what you were getting into when you started this lifestyle, and once you've been doing it for so long it's hard to even begin to think of doing anything else, let alone the difficulty that would come with becoming an honest, working citizen without getting caught and sentenced for your many transgressions.

‘I mean, we're thieves, Mark — regular, organised criminals. We're not exactly heroes’ — you jab him lightly with your elbow — ‘as much as you like to act like one.’

He chuckles at that. There is a light-hearted smile on your face that is soon replaced with a more thoughtful expression. You cast your gaze away from him as you continue.

‘I think good and bad are kinda relative and subjective. The average person probably wouldn’t consider us good people, and yeah, I can't say we're necessarily good, but I don't think we're terrible either. I mean, I wouldn't want to actually hurt anyone. Would you?’

‘No,’ he says quickly. ‘No… Unless someone gave me a reason to.’

‘Well, that's fair. I think that's the same for most people.’

You pause, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. You don't recall at what point your fingers involuntarily found the edge of his clothes, but the familiar texture grounds you. ‘Yeah, we might not be good people per se, but I don't think that makes us bad people exactly, either.’ You meet his eyes again, with all the earnestness you can. ‘I don't think you are, at least,’ you add softly.

‘I don't think you are either,’ he says, and his tone is gentle but unwavering. You feel warm.

You offer a good-natured smile, attempting to turn the conversation in a lighter direction.

‘You know, in our defence, we mostly rob museums and super rich people. I don't think we need much justification to steal from the hella rich, and most stuff in museums is stolen anyway,’ you say matter-of-factly.

He laughs, loud and genuine, and the sound only warms you further.

‘Y'know, you're not wrong…’

‘But seriously,’ you ask, ‘what got you thinking about all this?’

‘I…’ he starts, voice low again, hesitant. ‘I don't know.’

But he does know, he thinks to himself, as he looks into your eyes. He often finds himself wondering what kind of person he is in those eyes.

It's you, he thinks. It's all you.

You break the entirely-too-long and yet far-too-short period of eye contact in favour of returning to your former position, nestled into his side. You lean into him and he places an arm around you, his thumb gently brushing wherever it can reach. You don't think all that much of it, but he's warm and comfortable and safe, and the way you fit together feels like home.

He thinks you're probably right; the idea of a good or bad person isn't something set in stone. And his and your standards measured against anyone else's would certainly differ.

But he finds that he doesn't really care what anyone else thinks of him.

As long as his best friend, his partner, still likes him enough to keep sticking around, that's enough for him.

#title based on lyrics from 'i wanna hold ur hand' by kelseydog #disclaimer I'm not endorsing stealing lmao #(y/n may have a valid point or two tho)#I thought it would be fun to get in their heads a bit and examine how they might view their own integrity #it's very slight but there's a bit of a self depracating tone underlying their lack of care #for the law and others' opinions of what's morally okay #ultimately they probably know this isn’t ideal #I think I'm starting a pattern in my fics and it's crime partners' couch conversations #I was trying to finish another requested fic but it's already much later than my posting time #and I'm not done yet.#so for tonight have this shorter thing I wrote‚ to tide you over til tomorrow #I hope you heist stans out there will enjoy this food (the next one is about the crime buds too)#this ship is so <3 I love them #rotating them in my brain rn like rotisserie chicken #sorry captaineer content is taking a short backseat for now #heist mark is making me silly #amee writes #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #heist mark #heist!mark #heist!mark x y/n #heist mark x y/n #heist mark x reader #heist!mark x reader #markiplier connected universe #markiplier cinematic universe #markiplier egos #markiplier cu #partners in crime

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