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mooonjin · 1 year

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HELLO MOON ITS JIABEE

can i ask for a tech x reader (gn, fem, idc) after he gets his leg injured? like hurt/comfort fluffy shit?

thank you, ily!

(you remind me of my friend ella, she's a major simp except her energy is directed towards bts and kdrama actors 😂)

Tech-nically, You're Not Fine

Notes: EEEE HEY JIABAE! i hope you like this and dont mind me puting in some hormons at parts,, also i LOVE bts too, shoutout to ella hehee much luv!!

Pairing: Tech x gn!reader

Summary: Tech's injury on Serenno left you in a fit of worry. As much as you wanted to change the outcome of the incident, the past already happened. He was here with you, in the present, injured and in need of somebody to take care of him.

Warnings/Tags: mentions of bruises, mentions of tending to injuries, sprinkles of hurt, teeny bit suggestive, teeny ss2 spoilers, fluff — tell me if I've missed anything!

You were upset, you were furious, you were every emotion that wasn't anything 'happy.' That mission was stupid and reckless and they shouldn't have gone whether they would've been rich or not.

Are you kidding me? Castle Serenno? The former home of Count Dooku? Was that really the price of freedom? Almost getting yourselves killed for money? All the money in the world wouldn't matter if they died!

Is what you wanted to say as you were carefully setting up some bandaging for Tech's fractured femur, who, insisted it be called his fractured left femur. On a separate wheely table, you had all of the bacta bandages and several other tools that Tech provided you with.

You weren't sure if he wanted you to do it because he didn't trust himself enough or if he just wanted you. You'd like to think it was the second option considering he was definitely intelligent enough to patch himself.

"Why would you agree to go on that mission, Tech? I know you, Wrecker and possibly Echo agreed but you? Agreeing to this? That's outrageous!" it was a more toned down version of what you initially wanted to confront Tech with but you didn't want to scare him off like that whilst he was injured.

"Outrageous is the correct term I would use but as soldiers of war, paying a price for freedom is certainly worth the effort," he bargained, maintaining a stern tone of voice, being careful not to directly yell at you.

He remembered what Romar told him, that there is life outside of war so his ambition to retrieve the war chest upped. Tech was definitely dispirited when his femur was crushed and the war chest was the last of their priorities.

You grumbled, your face feeling hot from the anger you've tried to contain. Lashing out at an injured man was inappropriate, "Y'didn't even gain anything from the mission besides an injury—which could've been life threatening!"

"Fortunately, it was not. My left femur was crushed so it is only my lower half would have been threatened. If I was situated four meters lower then yes, I would also be inclined to agree with the term 'life-threatening', otherwise, I am fine." Tech was too exhausted to continue speaking, hoping that was an enough of an answer for you.

He didn't speak anymore, wanting to discourage a potential argument.

You checked on him multiple times as you prepared the equipment, noticing how he always flickered his gaze to the cockpit and back to his datapad.

You audibly sighed, gaining his attention from time to time, lowering your voice so you weren't harshly talking to him.

"Tech, you know nothing bad will happen to your datapad and the cockpit, right? You're injured, can't even walk properly and need rest," you said, to avert his gaze — mainly to you.

He swallowed shyly after his actions had been brought up, "Once you're able to secure my fractured femur, I am more than capable to sustain my own mobility," you dropped your shoulders, sending Tech and not-so-approved stare.

Even if his statement was true, the constant movement wouldn't give his poor femur time to heal.

"That's not an excuse to throw away resting time," you mumbled, eyebrows furrowing, trying to suppress the dismay in your voice. You unbuckled his knee-piece to get his left leg bare so there wasn't any obstruction when applying the bandages.

Next was his long array of tools as well as his blaster holster that was held together like a belt. You reached around his hip to unclip it, letting the items fall limp.

"I can manage," was all he mumbled before letting you finish up with taking off his trinkets.

You were now face-to-face with Tech's bare denim-blacks and eye-level with his crot—

You coughed, gaining his attention again, "A-hem," to save him from unnecessary pain, you stopped, not progressing with his outfit.

Tech seemed to have reached over to his holopad as you were taking his belt off. You rolled your eyes, coughing again so he would actually look up from the screen. How are his eyes not sore?

"Yes?" his eyes peaking just over the screen. The unexpected eye contact sent you to a blushing fit after having to pry your eyes away from the... view.

Your mouth opened first but nothing came out immediately, your eyes darting quickly to look everywhere but directly into his gold chocolate orbs.

"I won't do it for you so I don't accidentally hurt you, but could you roll up your jeans?" you waved your hand around, shyly, averting your eyes to the oh so lovely floor of the Marauder.

"That wouldn't be smart. Compiling my wear on top of my fractured femur is most likely to cause pressure," when Tech speaks to you, you could listen to him continue for hours on end.

Your eyes made their way back to his eyes before they widened slightly. He was already looking straight at you, unaware of what he's doing.

Although, it didn't really answer your question, "So?"

"I suggest I rid of the jeans so it is easier for you to mend," he discarded his datapad, letting it rest against the panel of buttons.

"Do you need to stand up?" you shoved back every stutter from escaping your throat.

"I do."

You quickly stood up, scooping him gently as he put pressure on his right leg for support. For his privacy, you looked away as fast as you could before you could see him clip off his crotch piece and dip his gloved fingers into the hem of his jeans. He slowly pulled them far enough down his thighs.

"How uh, far do you need them down?" you practically crushed your eyes as you shut them, overthinking the intention of your question. Fortunately, Tech took it like every other question he'd been asked.

"Only beneath my thighs, you may put me back down and remove the rest."

You tensed at his words.

"You want me to—uh, remove them?" you carefully helped him back down into the chair, the tops of his thighs exposed and the slightest view of his exposed boxers.

He didn't answer your question immediately, taking the time to clip his crotch piece back. You were internally disappointed at the loss but you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Tech speak again.

"Considering my state, leaning parallel to my legs would not do my femur justice. You have the mobility effective enough to remove them without further injuring me."

Any response died at the back of your throat. He's right. Always is so, you didn't object. Tech watched you delicately take the jeans off his legs and once you passed the area of his fractured femur, he picked up his neglected datapad and tapped away.

Your angry thoughts about the Batch attending the war chest mission, dissipated. You were quick to wander along his bare skin. He was muscly and toned, slightly upset that he would be hiding all of this under his outfit.

With a quick, mental slap, you addressed the serious matter at hand.

The bruising around the skin was extreme, a cloud of purple and scattered layers of green-ish yellow taking up a large amount of the thigh. You admired Tech's level of toleration of the injury.

Hoping you gave it enough time to soak, you reached over to the prepared bacta bandages.

Once they were ready, you gave Tech a heads-up, "Bandages are ready, it'll be cold," you carried the white fabric onto Tech's thigh, subconsciously lifting his knee up to wrap it around, forgetting to warn him about that too.

Tech hissed, gritting his teeth at the movement. You heard him, mumbling apologies after apologies, doing your best to get the wrapping secure and done with.

You slotted a tan fabric layer to keep the bandages from coming loose under his thigh, bringing it up to clip it down. Once it was secure enough, you sighed, sitting back on your heels.

"I should've been there to help earlier," guilt slowly inched towards you. You stood up, pushing the table into a compartment. Your words caught the attention of Tech who shockingly put away his datapad for the time being.

"It was not your fault, it was only a matter of gravity and my unfortunate placement when the crate fell," he peaked around the corner, watching you bring out Crosshair's old rifle case.

"I know but could've at least like, pushed you out of the way or maybe be in your position inste—"

"No. It would not be wise to be in my position and the thought of you taking 150 kilograms similar to I is excruciating."

A small grin crept up to your face, analysing his sentence and repeating the fact he thinks about you.

You took out any remaining blaster ammo out of the rifle, double-checking that it was empty. You clicked off the sniping lens and propped it back into the case.

You chuckled, closing the case, "You think about me?" Tech's eyes blinked rapidly, processing your bold choices of words.

"Yes... well, if I was not, communication would be quite difficult." You chuckled again. There was some truth Tech's excuse, you suspected he added the last bit to cover for his answer.

The rifle in your hand was now safe enough to act as a crutch to support Tech, who was still jeanless.

You scooped Tech under his arms to help him stand up on his now supported leg. You made sure the rifle sat comfortable under his shoulder and his bandages sat on his thigh properly.

Now for his jeans.

This time, you weren't as nervous about the whole jeans ordeal. However, Tech was the opposite. Because his datapad was on the panels, the distance to reach it for himself was impossible, having to distract himself some other way.

You brought the jeans up below Tech's thighs, allowing him to put them up himself. Tech gulped, trying his hardest erase the image of you in such a compromising position.

"Sorry I wasn't there," you mumbled, placing him back down onto the chair.

"Like I said, it was not your fault and in the midst of a mission, it wouldn't be very efficient to mend me inside of a vertical war chest on the extremity of a cliff." Tech's way of comforting you was unique but it certainly helped ease you up.

"Now, you need to rest." Tech was now in arms length to reach over to his datapad, finally continuing whatever beep bop boops he was up to.

"Thanks to you, I am capable of considerable mobility. I am fine."

You rolled your eyes, snatching his holopad from his grasp. You waved your thumb over the shut off button as a passive way to threaten him if he doesn't get rest, "You are not."

"Technically, I am."

"Technically, you're not."

Post-Notes: hope ya liked it, i didnt edit much so im might come back to it to edit oops,, also i hope i wrote tech accuratly!

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hearts4golbach · 29 days

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 21.

i woke up to johnnie sitting on the bed. he stared down at his phone. his leg was shaking gently, and i could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him.

"Good morning." i say cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"Can we talk?" he looks over to me, a neutral expression on his face.

i could tell it was important. i had never truly seen johnnie so serious. "Uh, yeah?" i sit up, "should i get ready for the day first?"

"If you want, but i dont care." he looks away.

"Okay, what's up?" i could feel a pit in my stomach. i pulled the covers further over my lap, clutching them nervously.

"i know this is really soon, but i can't hide my feelings for you anymore." he smiled softly, "Will you be my girlfriend."

a million thoughts ran through my head. "of fucking course. It's not too soon at all, i feel like I've been waiting years for you to ask."

he didn't respond but immediately pulling me in. he kissed my lips softly, his hands on either side of my face. he didn't pull away, and neither did i. his hands moved to my waist, gripping my gently as our lips glided together. i pulled him closer to me, dreading the moment he'd pull away. but he hadn't yet.

the kiss grew more passionate, making my whole body feel hot. he gently pushed me back onto the bed, putting us both in a better position. he crawled on top of me, continuing to kiss me. i continuously tried to pull him closer. it felt as if he wasn't close enough.

his tongue traced my bottom lip, asking for entrance. i opened my mouth slightly, nervous because i wasn't too sure how to really kiss. with johnie, it was like clock work. i followed his lead. his hand brushed my face and ran through my hair.

johnnie pulled away as he heard his phone ring. he was breathing heavily as he stared down at me with a soft smile on his face. "im sorry, hold on. its probably important."

"its alright." i choke out, trying to form actual words. "I'll be back." i say, grabbing a change of clothes and going to the bathroom. he nods and answers the phone.

i lock the bathroom door and immediately call Tara. she picks up almost immediately. "Hey!" she greeted, dragging out the y.

"Oh my god. you'll never guess what just happened." i stuttered.

"What?!"

"me and johnnie just fucking made out. he asked me to be his girlfriend, and i said yes, of course. but im so scared, ive never been in a relationship before. what if im bad at it? i really want it to work out with Johnnie." i rambled, turning on the shower and beginning to undress.

"No fucking way. Holy shit, im so happy for you, y/n! i told you it'd all work out." i could tell she was smiling on the other side of the phone. "By the way, im coming over later. jake said him and johnnie have a surprise for us, i guess."

"Oh shit, i wonder what it could be. jake hasnt said anything to me, but alright." i step into the warm water and begin to wash my hair.

"It's probably something really stupid, per usual." she laughs, "sooo, what happened after you and johnnie fucking kissed?!"

"well, he pulled away because he was recieving a call. he said it was important, and then i called you." i washed my face and turned off the shower. "im still so nervous around him, though."

"im sure he's just the same. the only difference is he's been in a relationship."

i dried off and got dressed. "Yeah, i guess so. well, I'm going to go hang out with him. I'll see you later!"

"Okay, have fun. use protection! bye, babe." she laughed before hanging up the phone.

johnnie ended up being busy for the rest of the day. i laid in the bed while he streamed, listening as he played the guitar.

hours had passed, and it was finally time for jake and johnnies secret announcement. the 4 of us sat in the living room. tara had brought over a bottle of whiskey, so we all had our own cup of alcohol.

after some small talk, jake pulled out his phone. "So, me and my husband were searching the web and found out Falling in Reverse is coming to town. we bought tickets for all 4 of us." he flipped his phone to show us.

my jaw dropped. "no fucking way." i had been a falling in reverse fan since my teen years.

tara screamed, her hand flying over her mouth. she pulled jake in for a hug. "Oh my god. I'm so excited!"

i hugged Johnnie tight. "you guys are fucking crazy." he placed a peck on my lips.

jake gagged before returning his attention to tara. "Thank you two so much." me and tara said in unison, giggling at the accident.

"holy shit, we have to plan our outfits." i turn to tara.

"Oh my god, yes." i noticed that tara repeated the phrase 'oh my god' a lot.

she posted a photo of the 4 of us on her instagram story captioned 'guess whos going to see falling in reverse?!'

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake webber #tara yummy #cafe aesthetic #cafe #café #the night shift

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 1 month

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this girl one time wanted to have sex with me and when i asked to use a condom she laughed it off and said it wasnt cool, and began to chip away at my boundary until i gave her what she wanted. she kept trying to get me to do things and i would say no, and she would continue asking anyway. in bed she said something like “you said you would” and that legitimately scared me, because it seemed like she was just blatantly lying to my face, or just forgot. then she called herself a succubus (A DEMON) and my gut screamed at me to be careful around her. sorry this may be TMI, but im anon so whatever, she said i could nut in her, which is the complete opposite of my original boundary. she was so sweet otherwise and communicated really good. except for when i texted her my concerns about being manipulated. she just became really defensive. im really happy im not “under her spell” anymore. i dont know what she was trying to do, but she could have hurt me really bad

its not tmi, its ok, you know me :p <3.. im sorry your boundaries were disrespected :( ill put my answer under read more cus its probly gona be long , this message had me contemplating some things..

IMO : sex is so tricky its been a struggle my whole life to understand how i feel about it & where my boundaries lie + allowing myself to express them so i understand the struggle u present here altho it's a different perspective.. some people use sex as a vehicle to gain power over others, by way of luring their partner into a state of vulnerability, i dont think that's something demonic necessarily i think it's usually more surface level than that. however

you do see a huge rise in the amount of ppl kind of, trying to personify the succubus nowadays? ppl have always wanted to be sexy but it's like different than the way ppl wanted to be sexy when i was younger. it got rly mainstream to have kind of a demon aesthetic if that makes sense? when i was younger this stuff was reserved for the relentlessly bullied & punished Goth and Emo kids.

but ok when i worked at spencers gifts in 2021/22 they had all these shirts of anime succubus girls getting choked and in bondage n shit, and these shirts were their best sellers they were outselling most the band tees and franchises like naruto.. and im telling youuu it was like, the youngest girls always buying these shirts, it made me so uncomfortable!! sometimes i would walk away and get my coworker to ring them up cus i was like nah im not selling a child that shit...but it really made me think like wow if i was in 7th grade and wore this shit to school it wou;dve been like wearing a giant KICK MY ASS!!!! target on my back but it's like, a popular thing rn.

and im not saying the bullying should return ofc, not the point. but it lead me down the string of thought wondering why this stuff is being pushed into the mainstream so heavily. sex sells i guess $$$ but yeah i think right now it's especially common to refer to yourself as a succubus if you're trying to feel a sense of power as a woman. because as a woman there are very few ways to gain power other than using sex. and many people want power! but i dont think most of them are demonic. just lost..

still its good u followed ur instinct to stay away from that girl because it is really cruel to manipulate someone in a moment where they've trusted you enough to be close to them like that.

yeah i think its rly rare for someone to be in some true demonic possession shit but i feel there can be dark things that linger *around* people who have weak spiritual armor and sort of, feast off their energy & create misfortunes around the person that generate bad energy for it to feed off of. but i dont think they have too much control over your actions like i would imagine for someone who's truly possessed. i feel a lot of ppl have these sort of ambient malignant attachments especially if they keep a lot of dark imagery & symbols around thinking it's just an aesthetic.

thas just my thoughts....really bored tonite so im typing a lot.... i love sex i think it can be so beautiful and restoring, it helps me feel so much happier in life to have good sex regularly i dont think sex or sexiness is evil. i just think its easy for ppl w bad intentions to turn it into this whole twisted ass mind game when it shld rly b so simple and natural and a loving connection that sets u free......be safe out there anon be discerning! protect you heart..<3

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alexanders-pokemon-adventure · 5 months

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A little rain in every life must fall

Trigger warning themes of depression and themes suicidal

Derek Dagda

In the hospital Alexander was being cared for at Derek sat in a Secluded hallway and thought. Sera tarot reading had no been a clear and undeniable sign that they would succeed he wonted and alexander continuing to worse state was … deeply apparent to derek. Alex is wasting, derek could feel it . Sense a steady waning in for lack of any other Terminologies Alexander’s life force , knew sera and the professor could feel it to in their own strange way as Well. Derek Understood undeniably that the situation was bad but A selfish and unreasonable part of himself felt resentful of Alexander’s family for coming. Their large family have been coming in shifts for the last week. Derek felt it was like they were saying goodbye like they were saying it was already over. it made some Incoherent raging part him want to scream “ ALEX IS NOT DEAD WHY ARE YOU CRYING LIKE ITS OVER , WHY ARE YOU CROUNDING THEM , ALEX DOSENT LIKE BEEING CROWDED”

But…he wouldn’t .Maybe 19 year old Derek Fresh out Of their apprenticeship and angry would have but 28 year old Derek would not. It was the truth that alexander may die soon and their family has the right to be here .

“Needed some space ?” Sera ask as she leaned against next to him

Derek side and nodded”yes , I wanted to think”

“ anything specific” she prodded

“ I don’t know” and A soft sigh was all Derek could muster , there was so much to think about. Their plan to help Alex was still painfully theoretical, Victoria, we’re still out there doing gods know what, alexander’s family had questions that none of them seem to be able to answer satisfactory and then their was Nimbus alexander’s Castform that while they had not been rendered comatose in the greenhouse incident had clearly suffered some kind of damage to their cohesive energy matrix that remained abnormal even weeks after the fact . And then there was. Sara didn’t allow him to finish the thought

“ thinking about the card, Derek ?” Sera asked handing him the The seven of cups

her uncanny ability to hit the nail directly on the head was some thing that used to shock Derek. But after a few years of being friends, with a psychic, the novelty of such things, begins to wear off.

“ it didn’t go unnoticed by me that your face Took the place of the oracle or the lover “ she said “ so i know you two have been a thing for a while bbuuuut I’ve noticed you two have never made it official ?” She said more as a question. Than a statement

“Hmm have you now , didn’t you also say that the images might not be literal , that they may just represent alex imagining the future, not the actual future” derek was deflecting . And he knew it .

“ your going to make me ask, aren’t you” sera said as a statement

“ Someone less nosy wouldn’t ask at all” Derek responded also as a statement

“ Well, Alex and I are best friends and you and I have been friends for the better part of a decade. Also, I’m psychic nosiness comes Prepackaged with all my relationships, unfortunately . So im asking why Aren’t you and alex together ?”sera said

Derek knew the answer “ because alexander doesn’t want to, I’ve asked they said no “ . Sera seam Genuinely shocked by that answer “ they said no ?”

“Not in so many words but it wasn’t yes , Sera “ derek answered “ i dont think alex want that kind of “ he paused Searching for the right words “ i dont think Alexander want a serious romantic relationships anymore ,not after Antonio”

Sera was Silent for a long moment after that and derek wondered if she too remembered the day the Titan slayer killed alexander Five closest friends, and lover , Remember, the weeks that followed when she literally found Alex on the ledge of the starlight tower ready to jump. How when we and their family got them to the Mental health facility ,alex looked so hallow ,so lifeless. Derek knew alexander treatment at that Facility had help them grieve and work through the pain and trauma. help them decide they no longer needed and it was no longer healthy for them to be a Ranger. That it help Bring them to a place where they can feel joy again…but

“ i dont think after Antonio died and Alex stated getting better that they want that kind of relationship again”

“Hmm i had hoped that after four years , that after all this time … that maybe you two would be able to make it work “ sera said

Derek knew because it was sera that her comment was not meant to hurt him or question his Resolve but an actual hope for his and Alex’s happiness. After all, she was one of the few who knew that before there was an Alexander and Antonio, there had almost been a Derek and Alex. But that was along time ago What they had been then in their ranger Apprenticeship days was in the past No matter how much Derek wished it could be his and Alex’s future. Alex would have to want it to and he did not believe Alex Did.

“ you don’t think Alex doesn’t want to because of Antonio do you? . Alex has know that Antonio would’ve wanted them to be happy and to find someone else?” Sera ask

“ I dont know Sera, i think they know logically that Antonio only ever wanted them to be happy . But knowing in your mind and knowing in your heart are not the same thing . Besides alex may just not want or Prioritize that aspect of their life anymore poeple change “ derek said

Sera and Derek stayed silent for long moments in that quit hallway

“Derek i don’t think your face being on the Seven of cups was a coincidence , just like I’m certain our presence on the five of wands wasn’t one . I think your presence in alexander life acts as a nexus of possibilities just like all the other symbols on that card you draw them towards different paths. I think you should tell them when they wake how you feel and what you want and even if alex says no at lest you both will have your Answers and will be able to make choices from there.”

“ but what if they say no?” Derek ask a hint of desperation in his voice

“ then you’ll know alex cant give you what you want and if they cant , you deserve more than an Unfulfilling Situationship with your best friend of over a decade Derek. It’ll suck for a while but it will pass and you both will be better for it.

Derek thought it was terrible to hear unasked for advice that was completely correct , but what did he expect being friends with a Nosy psychic.

#a little rain in every life’s must fall #pokemon #pkmn #alexander’s pokémon adventure #pokemon art #pkmnart #pokeart #pkmn fanart #art #tw sucidal ideation #tw depressing thoughts #cw high stakes pokeblogging #high stakes pokeblogging #high stakes pokereality

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the-heart-of-a-monster · 10 months

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This most recent page is... It is insane! Uh... You already know what I'm bouta do, so I'll just skip ahead to the everything. Enjoy!

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The first thing I wanna mention is what Sonic said in the last page. I basically lost all the spare SA2 context that I had stored in my brain when reading this comic, so I just immediately assumed Sonic was right in saying that Shadow doesn't know how he feels. That wasn't entirely the truth. I mean, duh, Shadow doesn't know how Sonic feels. Sonic is internally suffering. He's confused, scared, worried something bad could happen to his loved ones if he just let loose a teeny bit. Hell, his concerns aren't even coming from nowhere! We saw what he's capable of when losing control! But thinking that Shadow doesn't know how that feels in the slightest??

Shadow was also afraid. When he lived on the ARK, and when he made friends with the STH cast. He had so much incredible power at his fingertips, and not only that, but he was also the eye of the storm to an alien invasion! He's been terrified for decades, worried he might hurt those close to him because of his blood ties and his origins and... SO MUCH. For so long, Shadow's been confused about who he is as a person, having a lack of autonomy, similar to Sonic. And yet, Sonic still thinks that they don't feel the same. He thinks they are not the same. That they don't know how the other feels. And, in a way, no matter how small this way is, Sonic is kind of right.

Because Shadow's not a hero. He's an anti-hero, someone who does what he thinks is right and doesn't care about the public eye anymore. Sonic is a hero, someone who cares too much for his tiny hedgehog heart. He swells with emotion, and this sudden change to his appearance and abilities... It's suffocating. It's crushing Sonic. It's a whole new sensation that he is completely unaware of and doesn't know what to do with himself. Shadow, meanwhile, has been dealing with this feeling his whole life. So yeah. In a way, Shadow doesn't know how Sonic feels.

Still, Shadow doesn't see it this way. He sees it as Sonic basically being a hypocrite. So, in a fit of rage and disappointment, he lets Dark Gaia take control.

I do wanna ask something abt this real quick: How does Sonic not sense Dark Gaia's influence on Shadow? As someone who has the energy of that being fused with his very bloodstream right now, you'd think he would figure out that Shadow's behavior has just. Suddenly changed. You'd think he would piece together why his friend is acting this way and he would figure out that it's Dark Gaia, and not Shadow.

It's just a small nit-pick of mine tbh. Don't worry.

I do think there is an answer to this, though. As someone stated before, these two are basically walking into the lion's den, or I guess in other terms, leaving the frying pan and falling into the fire. This icy cavern they've entered is overflowing with Gaia energy, which could be the reason why Sonic can't tell it's now all over Shadow. It's overwhelming Sonic to the point that he's basically grown numb to it, so even if he could feel the energy all over Shadow specifically, he doesn't recognize the danger. He doesn't see that Shadow's being "Controlled."

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So uh. Yeah. That's... That's it.

I really really love this comic btw and the little image of Maria at the top really caught me off-guard. I was like: "WHAT THE HECK IS THAT WHY IS MARIA HERE WHAT HELLO HUH-?"

very interesting points! literally no one looked at it this perspective before i appreciate this :33333

and don't worry about gaia energy. i think mostly when you figure something might be off or you dont get it, just wait for the next pages, because ofc this is a continous story so things will be explained, just not immediately.

(thoguh again, youre the only one who questioned this! super interesting stuff to think abt!!)

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #text heavy #long post

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vryivs · 3 months

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Shipper tag game

tagged by @tiesanjiaoshenanigans <33

What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

oh god i dont even know. probably any silm ship i liked since i just outgrew that part of my life organically and also dennor probably?

Which ship would you consider your first one?

percabeth easily

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

it was dennor hetalia

Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

most likely percabeth since i got tumblr literally just to follow viria for the art

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

yes i was 13 and i didnt like fruk. i made an apology drawing that said 'im sorry fruk shippers' on a sign being held up by a sad girl. i was 13. since then? not really. i dont tend to have the time or energy to actively argue with people i disagree with. to me theres no point + it doesnt matter

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

im opinionated so absolutely!! didnt like hk/iceland (hetalia) or fruk (hetalia again lol). didnt like yuri/otabek (yoi), most byleth/student ships (femblem), jeanluc (when i was into genshin). currently dont like renheng (it's just not my thing), jing yuan/fu xuan (also not my thing) or dan heng/anyone tbh (although i make exceptions for tb). i dont have any massive reasons for disliking them theyre just either not my thing or dont align with my hcs (shrug)

any jing yuan/hcq feels vaguely icky to me because they knew him as a teenager while they were adults (aside from yingxing since his age is more ambiguous and it seems like he mightve grown up at the same time jy did?)

Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

brb checking my ao3 history

oh my god is was a fucking dddne dabi/hawks fic i found when i was looking through trans tags. i havent read or watched mha it just sounded interesting. i liked it and its here if you want to read it (mind the tags)

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

weirdly no massive ones for hsr which is my main fandom. i have ships i like tho!! kafblade, stellemarch and bronseele. also i think clara/yanqing is adorable in concept. arranging playdates between my daughter and jing yuans son. i also think voidwelt would be really interesting

Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

not rlly!! i tend not to care too much about canon when it comes to shipping, so i hardly even pay it attention

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

not rlly!! if there is i cant remember them

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would've been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

any rpf ship tbh. i honestly think rpf is fine as long as you dont project its contents onto the very real people it's based off of.

What is your favorite crack ship?

velite/argenti

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

i dont read fanfic v often (combination of bad attention span, really specific tastes, etc) but when i do its usually sansang, seongjoong, or whatever ship fic @tiesanjiaoshenanigans or @kireinalix ask me to beta are hehe

What do most of your ships usually have in common?

this is a good question and i dont really know the answer. my taste tends to favour characters who make a good parental unit (seongjoong, jingliu/baiheng), but i also enjoy the dynamics of amoral pairs (kafblade), as well as goofy lesbians having a good time (stellemarch)

What you absolutely hate in a ship?

if its boring tbh. if something feels boring or overdone im p much guaranteed not to like it. like jeanluc? theyre just boring to me. i also really dont enjoy the 'i knew you when you were a kid and then you grew up hot and now we're dating' thing

tagging @himbodevotee @morifiinwe @shineoftherainbow @kireinalix @aowyn and anyone else who follows me :3

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gaeasun · 1 year

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I posted 8,404 times in 2022

That's 1,531 more posts than 2021!

726 posts created (9%)

7,678 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,839 of my posts in 2022

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#gaeasun answers - 114 posts

#g gives a thought - 60 posts

#kenobi spoilers - 59 posts

#incorrect quotes - 53 posts

#clone trooper dogma - 43 posts

#lol - 35 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i dnt always do tho because its difficult on mobile to ask multiple things and i do not always have the energy to remember whatimgoingtoask

My Top Posts in 2022:

Rex: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Fives: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Tup: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.

Echo: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Twitch: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Dogma:

Dogma: I have emotional scars.

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Oh hey heres a random terrible thought

You remember in the brain invaders episode? Where the clones were hunted down by anyone with a worm and forcibly infected?

Some version of that must have happened at 66.

I mean, come on. Not every clone is going to have their comm on, and listening. Somewhere across the galaxy, someone must have been asleep. Someone must have had their comm muted.

All officers were just called to the bridge. And this one clone, he needs to use the refresher. It will just be one minute, so he mutes his comm and breaks off. But when he gets back, everyone is looking at him strange. We have orders, the Commander says. Let me play them for you.

Just after a battle, most clones were sleeping. In the middle of the night their.comms chirp. Priority alert. Some listen, some take a moment to wake up. And watch as their brothers stiffen. Watch as they come closer, comms outstretched. We have our orders, they say. Listen to them. Some figure it out quickly and have a few seconds warning. They run to the door. But their enemy is now their own flesh and blood, and they are everywhere. Those who run are caught, forcibly pinned down as someone sets a comm to their ear.

Incredibly rare are those who physically cannot hear the order. Those who had commanders, medics who cared and who wouldnt give them up. Vode for whom the entire group learned signing. But they dont understand why everyone is acting so stiff. Execute Order 66, someone signs. But it has no meaning. The blaster suddenly pointed at their face does. Traitors will be executed, they read off their commanders lips. Traitor? What-

197 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

Fixit au where the Wrong Jedi arc went differently because at the beginning of the war Rex, Cody, and Wolffe made a groupchat called "Protect the Padawan"

302 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

HC that Fox was the clone who helped Padme after she fell from the ship and because he helped a Senator that's why he was put in charge of Corusant and now he wishes he never even heard of Padme

317 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Another thing that kills me in the Tales of the Jedi trailer is how young Anakin looks before time is passed.

Hes what, 21? Hes 21 and hes barely not a teen anymore and hes given a 14 year old kid. In the middle of a war. Being told, hey she's your responsibilty now. Dont get her killed.

And so he pushes her, desperately. Giving her a little more than she can handle every time, but hopefully not enough to get her killed. He trains her relentlessly, again and again, having their own men (who shouldnt be either of theirs) shoot her over and over until she can hold her ground. Dueling with her until shes adept enough to battle a Sith Lord and win before shes old enough to legally be in the army.

Because she is his responsibility. And he loves easily and ferociously and dangerously.

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tears-of-boredom · 9 months

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i feel like they dont understand how traumatised i am. like adults always praise me for being able to put my feelings into words so well and being so well spoken and shit but honestly it feels like they take that as a sign that my trauma isnt that bad, or that it only affects me when im directly talking or thinking about it. and the funny thing is that if I told them that, they would surely answer with "oh no! not at all! rest assured i am not trying to belittle your trauma." and they wouldnt even be lying or anything but my brain is just wired so fucking wrong that i would only take that as them not being aware of how they sound, and also that "how they sound" is what they truly think. I am so awful. and the adults do t ghink that i fucking know. im a fucking mess. please just someone come amd make this family experience a traumatic death please end this. I don't have the fucking energy to try anymore and i know they do t mean to insult me at all but it sounds like they are calling me stubborn the way they keep asking me if theres even a sliver of my mind that thi ks its possible for me to eecover from this. my mom admitted that shes worried my eating problems will develop into an eating disorder. oh boy that felt so fucking awful to hear. she has no fucking idea what was going on through my mind 4 years ago. i just-....... I cannot heal in an enviroment that is trying to challenge my beliefs. i know that that is healthy to do, but i cannot do that. it will only feed my distrust towards myself. it will only make me feel like an awful person. no matter how careful you are with your wording and no matter what your actual thoughts are.

i forgot what its like to speak to adults. this is why I hate them. not because they are actually awful or anything, its just that everytime I talk to one, i myself feel awful. so i just file that memory in the "awful experiences to avoid" folder. and then I cant avoid them because the adults are half forcing me into them and i begin to hate them.

if you want to ralk to me about fewlings you have to provide me with a small hidden button i can press at any moment that will either teleport me away, or you.

god I hate my life. how the fuck can i ever deal with anything if at the smallest sign of conflict my flight or flight kicks in and i always choose flight.

my headphones are really good though. i cant hear any sounds from the two of them talking in the kitchen. i cant even hear the ruffling of my duvet when i adjust it.

oh my god im a mess. and that is not my fault and neither is it my mothers but actually it is. why am I so self-centered. or am i even that. i cannot tell. i dont trust my own judgement at all anymore.

#venting

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something-pretty-neat · 3 years

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you underestimate how much better of a person you become when you finally get away from toxic people.

even if you already knew how toxic they were and how it made you respond.

i mean this in a lot of ways. when you don't have your family to dread going back to every evening anymore, when you dont have to answer the phone or spend your time with that "brutally honest" friend anymore, when you're not beholden to going back to that church weekly anymore, or a school, a job, anything.

when you don't feel the need to respond with the same tone as them, to keep your walls up, to be careful about how much you say so it can't be used against you or belittled there's so much about you that changes.

you'll find you have so much more energy to do the things you want to do. you can pursue projects you care about, be they silly, serious, big, or small. and people will care! people will look at your work and think it's wonderful, they'll want you to tell them more, they'll want to help you, they'll ask you how it's going and tell you that they love it.

you smile more. you can be more open and genuine even with people you don't know that well, because you weren't that introverted, you were beaten down into thinking you wouldn't get that attention because you didn't deserve it, that what you had to express wasn't important enough to be said.

more than that, you find you can receive criticism, not only because you're not on the defense but because once you're away from them you realize it was never that you couldn't, but that they were cruel.

you find you're open to more, not because you were too staunch or too boring but because the people around you now respect your boundaries.

you find you can set those boundaries, not because you were too weak but because you aren't being scared away from doing it. you're not around people who don't think of you as human or worthy of respect anymore.

you find a lot of things that you did in the past that may have been cold or harsh, or seen as flaws by those people were really just a defense. a defense that faded when it wasn't necessary anymore.

and you may have your moments where you rebound, where youre scared and closed off and the trauma responses kick in, but those are just moments. difference is, now you're free to grow, you can look around and see that you're safe and you can get through it all with the support of people who care.

it's not immediate and you don't realize it at first. it's a gradual change that one day leaves you sitting somewhere quiet, looking back and wondering why you feel so different now, hitting yourself over the head wondering why you ever put up with them as you finally cut ties with the leftover "not as bad as the rest" one because now you're so okay that you've forgotten how it feels to think that that's the best there is.

it's so freeing and overwhelmingly exciting to realize. and if you don't know how that feels for yourself yet, i promise you will. i promise those baby steps you're taking for yourself now will pay off. and those big steps you keep deliberating over, trying to figure out how to confront or leave someone but never being quite sure enough of yourself to do it- you'll thank yourself later. i know it's terrifying and draining now but it's such a weight off your shoulders. you'll be okay.

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kokon0is · 3 years

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this dude name shinichiro sano keeps on following you around, telling you he likes you and if you want to go out on a date with him.

you declined, he’s not your type anyways he looks plain and weak you thought.

well, you’re too early to judge because what’s this you found out about him? mf is a gang leader of the top gang in japan right now, not just a leader but he’s also the founder.

“y/n!!! hey wait up! Hey!” the man with the lame hairstyle chases—appearing again out of nowhere “what. the. fuck. do. you. want. sano?” you said slowly facing him but to your surprise you saw him with alot of bruises, nose bleeding and uniform almost missing all of its buttons “the hell happen to you? Shin!?!!” thank god you were just close to him to catch his weak body, finally giving in— he’s still in conscious tho mumbling that a gang folded him and he’s just by himself.

you’re quick to tell him to just shut up and that you dont need an explanation because it’s literally obvious that he got beaten up.

you piggy back him, tho he’s taller and its hard for you to move forward because of his heavy body fully relaxed on your back, while he’s giving you directions to where he lives— not complaining anymore because you just really wanna take him home and treat his wounds.

“t-there…..thats my house” his weak arms pointed at the house just a few feet away, you take all of your energy to just walk there and enter the gate.

welcomed by a little boy with a blonde hair “brother!! what happened?!?” he exclaimed as he runs towards to the dude behind you “hey kid, you can worry later tell me where to put him down” you said almost taking a knee because you’ve been carrying him for awhile and your legs almost giving in. he lead you to shinichiro’s separated lounge.

you quickly put him down on his bed, and sit on the floor for awhile, breathing heavy “fuck…..i left my bag on that street…” you mumbled, face palming yourself “kid, you got first aid kit?” u looked up to his probably a brother because they kinda have the same eyes too “i have a name, my name is mikey” the kid sass “well im sorry mikey i didn’t know, now get me the first aid” you rolled your eyes playfully, he just do what he told

you sat shinichiro up, leaning him on his head board, and putting his bangs aside though its quite chunky because of the gel he’s been using to slick his hair back— you clean his wounds and patch it up while he just sleeps he’s really knocked out.

“sano you’re really weak” you chuckled as if he’s listening

you took a minute to admire his sleeping face, and realized that he’s not that actually bad……his hairstyle it is that made him look like a dork

“i know you wanna kiss me” the man surprises you, he suddenly spoke— “just kidding”he chuckled. “thanks y/n….for treating my wounds and taking me home” his voice hoarse and it honestly to attractive.

“yea whatever….. i gotta go, i left my bag on the street i need to go back and grab it” you got up and fixed your skirt and suddenly felt him get up too “hey what are you doing? stay down” you grab him by his shoulder and forced him down— “i dont care y/n, its dark outside you cant be going alone, night time is mostly gang hours its not safe” sitting on his bed looking up at you— you want to protest and just let him rest but at the same time the thought of being jumped by men is fucking scary “plus you might get jumped like me you know— dont want that to happen, i got a motorcycle anyways so lets ride okay? will that work?”

you ended up on his bike, hands around his waist and his helmet on your head— him saying that you need the helmet more than him. both of you go back to that street and grab your bag, thank god its still there.

then he drop you off your place— you got off the bike slightly struggling to take off the helmet, he chuckled at your annoyed face “c’mere let me help you” as he tug u by the strap of the helmet and effortlessly took it off “thanks” you said and he just nod with a smile on his face— you turned your back to him with a smile and head to your door.

“hey y/n, one last thing” he spoke, you swift your attention to him giving a little hum— “i’ll ask you once again, can i take you on a date? you know…..as a thanks too because thats a lot of work back there” he reasoned—

“my, my shinichiro you really wont give up huh?” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly— you looked at him and he’s still wearing his smile on his sore bruised face, patiently waiting for your sweet answer

“yea of course, ill go out with you shin!” you responded— music to shinichiro ears, to be honest he just wanted to scream and squeal but he’ll save it for later— “right— right then see you tomorrow at 5pm??” he managed to say, you nod already twisting your door knob “see you tomorrow, fix your hair by the way” you waved before going in— he nod and giggle about it then you shut the door.

leaning on it— eyes closing and giving in a wide smile

“he’s…….he’s not that bad at all” you mumbled— hiding your face on your palm, unaware of your burning cheeks

because for awhile you forgot about his weaknesses, his occupation, that lame ass hairstyle too— that overall didn’t matter at all.

because tomorrow you’ll be waking up knowing that you actually just fall for shinichiro and you’re going on a date with him after school.

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symphonicmetal101 · 3 years

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Babysitting in the Devildom

Chapter Six: Beel- Dinner Indifference

"Beel n-"

Solomon had to cast a teleportation spell before he could even finish his sentence. Beel's wings fluttered furiously as he burst through a portal and into Solomons arms instead. He immediatly clamped down on Solomons shoulder and started to chew. Solomon sighed as he watched his cloak get drooled on, big violet eyes watching him back as more of the cloth disappeared into his mouth.

Solomon paused. Should he take Beel to you? You seemed to know what you were doing but you also already had Asmo and portioning out food for the rest of the kids...Beel would be in the presence of food either way. He glanced back down and the chipmunk-cheeked Beel and considered trying to take the cloak out of his mouth. Buuuuut if Beel cried again it was his fault, again...but he really shouldnt be eating fabric...not that it would ruin his appetite but-

He was running out of time to make a decision as the delivery person made their way back to the door. Beel seemed content eating his cloak for now. Beel would be fine, right? Yeah- its Beel. Solomon tightened his grip just slightly on the baby as he approached the front door again, ready to take the bags.

He should have taken Beel to you.

It was like fighting Taz from Looney Toons as Solomon stumbled about, half eaten cloak and a blur of movement around him as he used small portals to keep the bag of food away from Beel.

Barbatos had walked into the kitchen with Luke, wondering if he could help somehow. You had taken Luke from him and used one hand while also sometimes directing him on how to help you while Asmo followed behind him to make sure each plate "looked pretty". Everything was going really well....until the other bag of food appeared suddenly in your free hand and you heard a demonic screech come from the hallway and a loud buzzing noise which was curiously silenced soon after, though Asmo had given you wide berth after hearing that. You sighed and asked Barb to continue portioning things and to go tell the rest of the kids that if they had to go to the bathroom, the time was now. You held Luke close to you as you ventured just outside the kitchen doors and nearly bumped into Solomon.

".....I can expl-"

"Why is Beel eating your clothes?"

You didnt really want to laugh for fear of waking Luke up, but a wide silly smile bloomed on your face as you watched Beel use both his tiny fists to stuff more of Solomons cloak into his mouth, wide eyes staring at you as he cooed a bit and continued to stuff his face, Solomons cloak almost gone.

Solomon had a combination of exasperation and amusement on his face. "Uh...well I didnt want him to cry or attack the food- o-or you so I.....I fed him my cloak."

"....wHY? Earlier you were summoning food for him- you could have done that again right- or multiplied the food we already have even if he ate the bags worth of food-"

You were still smiling, the whole situation a little ridiculous as Beel finished Solomons cloak and started to sniffle, pouting and making grabby hands to the air for more.

Solomon paused before a goofy smile spread across his face as he summoned a popsicle to give to Beel. "I. Dont. Know." He laughed a bit before smiling fondly at you. "This is why you're the one in charge." He started to walk past you into the kitchen, but not before a quick kiss was planted on your temple and a small smirk at your expression was given to you. You gave yourself a moment before joining him and Barb, and a slightly startled looking Asmo.

".....can I have a posicle before dinner too?"

Asmo looked up at Solomon, pleading who just shrugged. "Thats not up to me." He looked at you and smirked a bit. *Motherfucker*

Asmo gasped and skipped his way to you, big, pleading amber eyes as he batted his eyelashes. "May I have a posicle before dinner too please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

It was too much. From the way he asked politely, to the way he said popsicle, to his little pose and big ole eyes-

You looked around the table of happy faces as all the kids destroyed popsicles that Solomon had summoned for them, all save for Beel, Barb, Diavolo, and Lucifer untouched food in front of them.

"POPSICLES FOR DINNNNNERRRRR!"

"They said we still have to eat our food if we want to have dessert tomorrow."

"But I'm not hungry anymore..."

"....I guess I can try to eat some food but Im full from the popsicle..."

"LOOKIT IM PUTTING MY FRIES IN MY ICE CREAM! But I aint havin the green stuff, thats yucky."

"You're yucky Mammon."

"HEY-"

"My father would NEVER let me do this!! Thank you MC!!!!"

A chorus of thank yous came from all of the kids, luckily before another fight. You sighed softly and forced a small smile as you said "youre welcome". You figured they wouldnt eat their food if they had popsicles. The bigger kids had eaten their food, and Beel had no problem eating his portion and Belphies who....oh. Belphie was sleeping in his mashed potatoes. You glanced around the table again, noting all the sticky faces and hands and...bodies in Satan and Luke's case. Solomon looked exhausted as he summoned another piece of food for Beel. Asmo was trying so hard to eat some more of his food but only ate a few more bites and looked a little upset. Mammon had eaten his fries, at least.

".....if youre full, give your food to Beel. Dont make yourself eat anymore, its ok. I just need to talk to Sol for a minute, ok?" You smiled as you walked to take Belphie out of his highchair and gestured to Solomon to put Beel in. He was a little confused but did so as you wiped some of the potatoes off Belphies face.

Levi spoke up very quietly. "Can we still have dessert tomorrow if we didnt finish our food for dinner?" The sound of plates being pushed towards Beel paused as the kids all looked at you, waiting for an answer.

".....it depends on how well you eat your breakfast tomorrow.." you smiled as the kids thanked you again as you asked Barb and Lucifer to make sure Beel didnt eat the actual plates as you took Solomon and Belphie into the kitchen.

"How are you feeling...you look exhausted.." geniune concern on your face once you had Solomon basically alone. His face twisted slightly and he sighed. "I had hoped the rejuevenating spell I casted would re-energize me more than it did...why? Are you worried?~" he smirked slightly, though it fell just short of smug. You rolled your eyes a bit and ruffled is hair, your turn to smirk as his face turned light pink and started to protest, pouting when you stopped, though you werent sure if it was because you stopped or because you ruffled his hair in the first place. You stopped his protesting by asking your next question, also avoiding answering his question. "Do you have enough energy to clean all of them or am I going to bathe them in an actual bath..."

"....I? It should be we..."

"Well if you're tired you should rest...I'll need your help tomorrow too..."

"I can sleep after the baths..."

"But if we're doing the baths then I need you to cast one last spell to keep the water in the tubs..."

"So I'll sleep after that spell...maybe..."

You gave him a withering look before sighing, though appreciative of his stubborness....for once. You smiled a bit.

"Alright then. Bath time. Especially for the babies. The bigger ones can probably just shower.... Belphie, Luke and Satan need baths the most. Beel made sure his food ended up *in* his mouth....the others..." you chuckled as you peeked back into the dining room, seeing only Barbatos' face clean, and Lucifer and Asmo both fussing over the little mess they had on themselves, Lucifer using Asmos mirror, and Asmo following Lucifers every action to get clean. You brought your attention back to the sleeping Belphie in your arms.

"....do you think he'll stay asleep for bath time?"

"Its Belphie. He could sleep through anything."

"Dont jinx it." You sighed softly and looked out at the kids again, some playing tag, others just watching. Satan continued to mash his food onto the platter in front of him, Luke giggling and copying in glee. Solomon tapped your shoulder to get your attention again.

"Are you ok? The bags under ypur eyes could hold all my potions-"

"Shut up- maybe if a certain sorceror had been more careful I wouldnt be as tired....not to mention the popsicle before dinner was a bad mov-" you were interrupted by Barb lightly tapping your arm.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was just wondering if you want me to wash the dishes or just leave them in water in the sink....or if you have a dishwasher..." you were a little surprised when you turned and saw him carrying all the dishes from the table, and Lucifer behind him with garbage. Simeon was wiping down the table with a cloth, but gave the younger ones in high chairs some room. Diavolo was trying to talk to Lucifer, who just kinda kept nodding and saying "oh thats cool" before looking at you almost desperately. His look brought you back to your senses as you nodded at Barb.

"Just in the sink with water is fine, thank you Barbatos. Thank you for cleaning up Lucifer, Simeon. It makes a huge difference to me."

Barb and Simeon beamed, and Lucifer managed a small smile before shooting Diavolo a dirty look, but the other boy didnt notice, too busy rambling on about how this was so much better than home for the upteenth time. Ypu ruffled Lucifers hair as he walked by, and noted Diavolo's slight stumble in words as he eyed you a bit, but rushed past to go talk to Barb, glancing back at you, almost pleading, though your attention was divided again as you felt Levi hug you and snuggle into your side wordlessly. You patted his head softly and turned back to Solomon.

"I'll answer that question later. For now lets clean up. Then bath time."

Levi squeezed you a bit and beamed. "I love bath time!! I can do it myself! I promise, I can! I can!"

Though Levi couldnt see it, Mammon was mocking him from behind. You gave him a bit of a "look" before the hem of your shirt was being tugged at and you were met with those same amber eyes that had persuaded you into giving everyone treats for dinner. "I love bath time too! Me too! But you have to watch me. I make great bubble hair dos! A-and guess what? In the water, it might look like I have legs, but really Im a mermaid!"

"And Im a sea dragon!!" Levi cried out, still wanting your attention. "And Asmo, you're not really a mermaid-"

"Am too!"

"Are no-"

"Everyone can be who or whatever they want to be, in the water or otherwise. Fooooor example, I'm actually a sheep, see I go baaaaa" you smiled softly, and winked at Levi before turning to Asmo again who was practically dancing at your side, bursting to ask you a question. "Whats the prettiest animal you like mc?!!!"

"....whats your favourite sea animal mc?"

"Whats the coolest animal mc! No wait- whats your favourite animal?!"

"Yeah, whats your favourite animal?!"

"Oi, I asked em first!"

"Guys its ok, you can all be my or your favourite animal. Theres more than one of each." You chuckled, listing off animals as more questions were asked, meowing at Satan as you handed Belphie to Sol and took him out of his chair, who happily meowed back as you lead your noisy little zoo to the communal bathroom.

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #guide to babysitting in the devildom #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barb #obey me solomon #obey me luke #not super happy eith this but oh well

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billiedeanhwrd · 3 years

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mind is just as frail as it's frame, you know i'd leave it alone

billie dean howard x reader

summary: you're fighting a losing game with your disorder, let's hope it's not too late when your ex-girlfriend shows up in your apartment.

warnings: eating disorders (bulimia), depression, sad ending

word count: 1730

a/n: this is basically a vent i dumped into my notes app in one sitting after not being inspired to write for way too long, so, pls don't judge too harshly and pls DONT READ THIS IF IT COULD TRIGGER YOU

gif credits to @mildredratchds

You had fallen into the dark, deep blue again. Time and time again you fell and you fought your way out, you fell and you picked yourself up again. Not this time though, you were drowning and there was nothing you could do to get back to air. You were trapped in this pool of misery as if it was locked on the surface, and there was no way you were getting out of it by yourself.

The last time it got this bad you had Billie, sweet, sweet Billie, who would've sacrificed her life to help you in any shape or form, but she was gone. Her departure left a cavity in your heart, yet you couldn't be mad at her. She had tried. But you locked her out when you needed her the most. There really was no one else to blame for the decaying of your heart, but you.

Nothing particularly bad happened that would've caused you to spiral this extremely, it was simply the fact that everything was bad, everything is bad, and everything would always be bad. In reality, your problems weren't getting worse, but the continuous strain of having to deal with the same troubles every single day was eating away at your resistance. You could feel the energy and willpower to keep going creeping out of your body, leaving you with the empty shell of who you used to be.

You hadn't talked to Billie in months, after repeated tries to break down your walls and being pushed away every single time, she gave up. You did it, you pushed away the one person who truly cared for you. Your mind was clouded by self-hatred and anguish, it was as if your eyes were shielded by a grey layer, making it impossible for the world to look anything but cold and loveless.

There was not a single thing that could spark up the joyous flame inside you. Nothing was even remotely good anymore. Nothing.

You were here, but at the same time, you weren't. As if you had taken a step back from reality. The feeling of not being real blurring the lines between good and bad. At certain moments the light inside you would flicker, pulling you back and guiding you to the right thing. But it was only a flicker. It was weak and it was temporary. The disordered desire to completely destroy yourself was starting to consume you.

Everything was blurry, the line between good and bad, the one between acceptable and inappropriate and most dangerously the one between you and your illness.

Were these your authentic thoughts or were they caused by a disorder?, was a question you often asked yourself, but never actually answered.

You had long reached past the point of not caring, now you wanted it, actively wanted absolute destruction. You resumed all your old unhealthy coping mechanisms and made no effort to stop your current ones.

Who would really care if you died? no one, at least that's what you made yourself believe.

Total isolation from friends and family was necessary so you could spend all your time focusing on your eating disorder.

Instead of spending your nights in the arms of the woman you loved, you spent them hunched over the toilet, hurling your guts out.

You felt weak and disgusting at all times, nothing about what you were doing was anywhere near glamorous. Well... except if anyone finds choking on your own vomit or all kinds of gross digestive issues glamorous.

You couldn't recognize the girl starring back at you in the mirror, who the hell even was this red-eyed girl? Her puffy cheeks stood out to you immediately. Snot, vomit, and bile were running down her face, probably picking at her skin. And her eyes... well, except for tears and popped blood vessels there was nothing in them. Not a single glimpse of happiness or remains of a person.

It was a heartbreaking sight that left you cold.

Dizzily you walked to your bed, too tired to do anything. The tiny remains of energy you had left you with the content of your stomach.

It was 5 in the evening and you were laying in bed, staring at the spinning ceiling, until your eyes fell shut.

Your friends had contacted Billie, she was the only one who used to be able to help you at least a little bit. She was there for you, always, and she never judged. She stood by you in your darkest times, supportively holding your hand and not letting go even when the going got tough. You were constantly terrified of dragging her down with you, the last thing you wanted was to rob the world of her angelic presence.

She would hold you close when you were down, which was admittedly most days. She would clean your apartment and do your laundry, things you didn't feel like you could do in the state you were in.

She loved you and you loved her.

Of course, you returned the favors, you were there for her as well, but you knew it was different. It was a bigger challenge being with someone so deeply intertwined with their illness, but she still did it.

She was your everything, and you had lost her.

Not only was she your light in this pitch-black hole others called life, but she was also your soulmate. The one you laughed with most. The one who got you, everything about you. You shared a myriad of beautiful moments that outshined any bad time for her. She wanted to marry you one day, of course, you didn't know that until you kicked her out of your apartment and discovered a red, velvet box weeks later when you finally cleaned out her drawer.

You were moody, irritable, impulsive, and horribly depressed. It seemed as if your actions didn't have consequences, life was a game of numbers. Calories in. Calories out. Nothing else mattered.

You felt no remorse when things ended with Billie. The realization only really hit you when you found the 18 carat Tiffany diamond.

For a second your eyes opened wide and your lips curled into a smile, despite having ruined the surprise proposal. Then, boom, it hit you and your heart crumbled. There was no surprise to ruin, anymore. You two were done. She didn't need you, she had moved on, appearing with a new side-piece on the covers of tabloids weekly.

Why would you even care though? You ended things. you could hear a painful laugh erupting from you, you didn't need her, you didn't need anyone, not when you had your innermost nervosa.

Eyes wide and dead, smile big and stiff, you looked horrifying. But what did it matter? Sanity was a hoax anyways.

When your friends called Billie she dropped everything for you, like she always had and always would. The second she heard how you were behaving, her heart rate went sky high. It was happening again, and this time, she wasn't there to throw you a lifejacket, this time, you were drowning on your own.

It was 6 in the evening, and you were laying in your bed, facing the now still-standing ceiling.

Billie chuckled to herself as she used the spare key you hid in your not-so-secret-secret hiding spot to open your front door. The apartment was just how you had left it.

After you had practically inhaled the kitchen until you were painfully full and then, of course, ritualistically aggressively forced your hand down your throat to un-do what just happened. That's what appealed to you about bulimia. The control. Life didn't have an undo button, so you had to create one for yourself. You cheated in the dirtiest games of them all and your pride overthrew every bit of rationality that was left. Not once did the thought "I shouldn't be doing this" enter your mind, this was after all normal to you, blurry, but normal.

It doesn't work that way though, you can't undo anything or cheat your way through life just because you're unable to give up control. And a part of you knew that, a part of you wanted to listen to what your therapist had told you. She was right, you could drop dead at any second, the chances of having a sudden heart attack rising after every heave.

The smell of vomit invaded the medium's nose when the door creaked open, and her heart sunk. She wanted so badly to help you through this, stand by you, and overcome this with you, but you wouldn't let her. You made it impossible for her to be apart of your life. She had no energy to keep up the fight and so she left, like you wanted her to, like you said you wanted her to.

She called out your name. no response. you must be asleep somewhere, she thought. Your ex-girlfriend made her way through the food packages and dirty dishes on the floor to the bathroom, it wouldn't be the first time she'd find you passed out on the cold ceramic tiles. She flushed the toilet and wiped down the blood and vomit-covered toilet seat before stopping in the doorway to collect herself. Fiddling with her pearl necklace before taking a deep breath, she left the bathroom.

It was 6:10 in the evening when Billie switched off the light in the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, her red pumps echoing through your deadly silent apartment. She stopped in her tracks and seriously considered cleaning for a second, like she used to do for you when you were dating.

She missed you, a lot. She missed seeing the relief on your face when you entered your freshly cleaned kitchen after beating yourself up for nights for not being able to just. Do. IT. She missed the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at her, she missed your bear-hugs and cuddles, she missed everything about you. Billie shook her head, cleaning could wait, she needed to talk to you.

It was 10 past 6 in the evening and you were laying in your bed, which was how Billie found you a few seconds later.

Because everything was just how you had left it. Dirty dishes on the floor. Lights on. Vomit in the toilet. A lifeless body facing the ceiling.

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equizona · 3 years

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Can you do Asmo with hanahaki, as in Asmo gets the hanahaki? Or Beel if you dont wanna write that with Asmo. Ok thank you.

Sure thing! Sorry about the long wait! ^v^

Wilting Flowers

[OBEY ME!][ONE-SHOT][HANAHAKI DISEASE][ASMODEUS X READER]

Asmodeus had never thought he would fall in love with someone.

All his life he had always thought he would never truly love somebody, at least not romantically. And he had throughout his life never found anyone he considered to be up to his standards. He didn't mean anything bad by it, he just firmly believed he was a lot better than everyone else.

Except you.

Y/N L/N.

He had, by some miracle, fallen head over heals for you.

But that was not the problem. He wasn't the only one who had fallen for you, no, so had his brothers.

Some of them may pretend they don't, but he could see right through them. The way Lucifer relaxed, Mammon looked happier, Laviathan was slightly nicer, etcetera.

And that was the problem. Of course, he was the best but people didn't ways go for the best. They went for what they wanted. And even if he was the best, mabye Y/N would decide they wanted somebody else.

And so he started down the path of not believing you would ever love him.

You could chose between the seven of them. Why not the mature Lucifer? Funny and dumb Mammon? Surprisingly sweet Leviathan? Calm and collected Satan? Friendly Beelzebub? Cuddly Belphegor?

Why.. Him?

You had so many options. So many variables, and you could have any of them. He had a one in a seven chance.

It wasn't that big of a chance.

And then one day, he felt it.

He was in his room, doing his usual bedtime ruitine. Of course, his thought started getting darker, as his mind directed itself towards you.

And then he started coughing.

He always had a strong immune system, but he could still get sick. But he ruled out that thought when his hands got filled with Pink flower petals and bright red blood.

That was certainly not normal.

He stared in confusion. What the hell? That was absolutely not normal?

Maybe something had gone wrong. Maybe he was allergic to something, or Solomon had caused an accident with a spell?

No, he didn't have any allergies, and Solomon wouldn't do that, no matter how dumb or mean he could be at times.

That meant he had to get answers.

He didn't want to bring it up with any of his brothers just yet, and he certainly didn't want to bring it up with you.

So he went to Barbatros, who didn't know anything about it, but promised to tell him if he discovered anything.

Then he went to Simeon, who said it sounded familiar, but couldn't place it.

Then there was only Solomon left.

And to his surprise, he hit it dead on.

"Hanahaki Disease."

"Pardon me?"

Asmodeus guessed he had some human disease then, as only the human knew of what had been bothering him.

"Yes, it's a disease in the human world. When you fall for someone, a flower will grow in your lungs and start killing you. There is two ways to get rid of it. One, confess, and if the person returns your feelings, the flower will go away."

Asmodeus was nervous to ask his question.

"And the second method is?"

"A surgery." His explanation was simple, undetailed, unlike his other explanation.

"Oh, that doesn't sound so bad. How would I do that?"

"Actually.. there is more to it than that. The surgery will remove all emotion you hold for the person you like. Love, hate, grief, everything. I suggest you confess first, and if they decline your emotions then you do the surgery."

Solomon seemed sad. Asmodeus loved you, and he didn't want to lose that emotion. After all, it held a strong part of who he was now.

"Alright, thank you Solomon." The human gave a nod, before going back to writing whatever he was writing.

And Asmodeus left. More lost than ever.

You would never like him back, so what was the point?

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Asmodeus was only feeling worse as days and days went on.

He had stopped going to school, telling Luicer he was sick and needed time to recover.

And all of them had been worried sick.

He was barely ever sick. To concerned about his health to let a lot of sicknesses hit him, let alone stay long enough to become dangerous.

But he didn't have the energy anymore. His energy was sapping, he was coughing up more and more blood.

And now there was flowers.

And he was terrified.

Sure, he loved you, but he also loved his brothers, even if it didn't seem like it.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Mabye I can help?"

Asmodeus sat up in a hurry, his light red eyes snapping to meet Satan's green ones.

"Oh dear, what are you doing-"

He was cut off by a series of coughs. He covered his mouth with his hands, feeling blood and petals hit his palms.

Satan seemed terrified as he hurried over to his younger brother.

"God, Asmo, are you alright? Please, tell me what is going on. All of us are worried about you, even Lucifer."

Asmodeus wasn't surprised about the Lucifer part, but he also knew that Lucifer cared about the six of them more than anything, even if he didn't always show it.

"It's nothing, I'm alright. Like I said, just sick."

He flinched at the glare Satan sent him. "There is blood and flowers in your hands Asmo. I do not think that is normal, and I have never seen a sickness like it here in Devildom."

Asmodeus stayed quiet for a short while, before he started crying.

Satan hugged him, humming softly as he tried to comfort his younger brother.

Asmodeus simply let the tears he had been holding in let lose.

Because why did this happen to him? What did he ever do? Lose all his feelings for you, or die?

He knew how his siblings had reacted to Lilith, and he never wanted them to suffer through something along those lines.

"Asmodeus, please, I need you too talk to me."

Asmodeus wanted to cry even harder at his brother's voice. He should never have hidden the truth. They were his brother's, and they deserved the truth.

Especially if he was going to die.

"I.. it's hard to explain, I don't fully understand it myself."

His brother sat himself down on the edge of the bed, making himself ready to listen.

And Asmodeus had never been happier.

"So, a month back I started coughing. I didn't think of it before I saw blood on my hands, and flower petals. So I went to Barbatros, thinking he had the answers, but he didn't. After that I went to Simeon. He thought he had heard of it, but couldn't place a finger on it. After that I went to Solomon."

Asmodeus hesitated. This was harder than he thought it would be.

But Satan was calm, placing his arms around Asmodeus, trying to make him feel safe.

And it worked.

So he took a breath.

"And he knew what was wrong with me. He called it the Hanahaki disease. It apparently, made a flower grow in my body whenever I fell deep enough in love. He told me I would die, and I had two options. Either I could confess my feelings and pray that they feel the same."

Satan frowned.

"Or?"

Asmodeus sighed. He didn't like this option, not one bit.

"Or I could get a surgery. The surgery will remove all my emotions for the person I like. Hatred, Love. Grief."

Satan looked sympathetically at him.

"Who do you like?"

Asmodeus did not want to answer that. After all, Satan liked them too.

"Wait, let me guess, it's Y/N."

Asmodeus looked at him.

"How did you- wait, more importantly, aren't you bothered? You like them too, right?"

Satan nodded. "Of course I do. All seven of us like them. But I've seen the way they look at you, and most of us have accepted the fact it will probably be you and Y/N that get together, and not someone else. At least it's not Lucifer they like." Asmodeus heard him add under his breath.

Asmodeus was to but thinking to care about that though. He was so sure you would chose someone like Satan, or Mammon, or anyone else!

And yet, Satan was in his room, saying how all of his six brothers had seen that Y/N liked him, and they had accepted that.

Most of them, anyways. He had a hunch the one who was sad about it was Mammon and Leviathan.

Jealousy and Greed, it would probably hurt the most for those two. Lucifer second, with his pride and all.

But..

You liked him?

No?

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. And when did you doubt your own charm? That's not like you at all."

Satan was right.

When had Asmodeus ever doubted hs beauty? Of course you would chose him!

Who wouldn't?

He was the best option after all.

"You are completely right, I'm very sorry about lying to all of you. I'm going to go tell Y/N my feelings, would you mind informing the others about what has been going on?"

Satan sighed, but gave a nod anyways.

"Of course Asmo."

And with that, the forth and fifth born brothers were off.

And there Asmodeus found you, sitting in the common room.

Looking like a wreck.

"Oh Darling, what happened to you? You look absolutely hideous." He didn't think to debate the words before they left his mouth.

But you didn't care, rather you seemed overjoyed at seeing him.

If you springing up and hugging him was any indication. Mabye Satan was right. Maybe you actually liked him.

"Asmo! I was so worried about you! God, I thought you were going to die or something." If only you knew.

"Darling, you know I take perfect care of myself, I would never let some disease kill me. Besides, who would be here to make sure you stay the second most beautiful person if I left?"

His heart started pounding harder as you gave him the brightest smile ever.

"I'm just glad you are alright Asmo."

He hesitated for a second, before nodding to himself a bit. He could do this.

"Actually, Y/N, I had something I wanted to talk to you about."

You looked at him curiously, always listening to him, not a bit of attention on anything but him.

"I have been meaning to tell you this for a while, but I didn't want to overwhelm you. But, after being sick, I realized that I should tell you."

You nodded, making a motion for him to go on.

"Y/N, I love you. You are the only person I have met in my lifetime that is anywhere near my beauty. You are pure perfection, just like me, and that goes for your personality as well. You are amazing, and I would like for us to be a couple."

Neither of you two said anything, and Asmodeus felt the fear creep in.

And the inconvenience of his coughing what about to kick in when you hugging him.

"God, how long have I waited to hear those words? I love you too, Asmodeus. You're really awesome, you know? I'm super happy you managed to gather the courage to tell me, 'cause I didn't."

Asmodeus let out a sob. "Oh god, I was so scared you were going to reject me and go ask Lucifer out on a date or something."

He hugged you back, holding you tight in his embrace.

"Nah, never. Sure, I adore your brothers more than anything, but that is in a plantonic way. I'm so so happy about this right now though."

The two stayed in that position for a few moments. Neither wanting to leave the safe embrace of the other.

And Asmodeus could feel the flower wilting away, making room for your love.

Because he didn't need a flower when he had you.

He didn't need anything as long as he had you.

He hugged you tighter, never wanting to let go of you.

You did the same, not mentioning the tears.

"Movie night?" He heard your melodic voice speak.

"Of course darling."

And with that, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch.

Soon after, his brothers joined the two of you. And he didn't mind, because now he knew you only had eyes for him.

And he also cared for his brothers.

Surrounded by all his favorite people.

He slowly started drifting off, into a nightmare less sleep.

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radiantmists · 3 years

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more pjo/rqg crossover thoughts

so i can’t turn my brain off once it’s started and i realized thinking more about this that rqg has a very good mechanic for true crossovers in that it contains several characters getting yote by a planar shift, which... they could end up anywhere!

(fair warning: i havent read the apollo books, and ive only read the last couple seven-demigods books once, so i’m mostly basing this on the first PJO series bc i remember them)

so: sasha and grizzop emerge in the PJO universe, probably still in nero’s palace, which in our world has sunk into a hillside and from what i can tell is a) partially tourable, b) an active excavation site. and c) partially unsafe, which as far as I can tell translates to it being infested with monsters in the PJO world. plus its in rome so like. very dangerous.

this means they get into a fight fairly immediately, at which point a few issues rear their head:

the mist affects sasha. she’s probably more resistant to it than the average mortal, and can see things when theyre pointed out to her with enough insistence, but it is absolutely interfering with her perceptions.

the (ambient) mist does not affect grizzop. they dont realize this right away, but it’s because he pings it as a monster.

sasha isn’t quite sure why he starts firing on the lost-looking people wandering around this weird buried palace; grizzop feels like at this point sasha ought to know a zombie when she sees one. she gets with the program when they start attacking and don’t go down with a stab to the kidneys, though.

one thing grizzop does realize fairly quickly, to some only marginally well-managed panic: artemis is weird here. probably he thinks at first that this is what azu and ed were talking about: he can feel something when he prays, she’s not gone and after a hot second of delay she does bless his aim, but he can’t channel positive energy to just blast the zombies, and his armor isn’t glowing. there’s something wrong.

but they win the fight, barely; sasha’s not in good shape, and grizzop can’t heal her, which is becoming a pattern and he doesn’t care for this shit at all.

they find their way out of the palace, and start to notice that (nearly) all of the people around are humans, but they don’t dwell on it, partly because theyre also in the future and partly because no one seems to be remarking at grizzop, which means there must be other goblins around and just not that many here right now. grizzop is especially willing to accept this because he sees a (fairly small) number of monsters around.

theyre much more concerned about the fact that theyre very much not in kansas anymore. theyre looking for a place to buy healing potions, at which point some kind stranger approaches sasha and asks if she wants an ambulance/directions to a hospital. she reluctantly accepts directions; the aphrodite and artemis temple hospitals weren’t bad, but this is rome and she’s concerned. but it also becomes clear that this person thinks that grizzop is her child. they’re mildly alarmed when he gets upset and cusses them out about this, but... clearly these tourists are going through it. is sasha sure she doesn’t want an ambulance? it’s a ways to walk, especially with a toddler to manage... (she’s sure)

there’s no magical healing at the hospital; sasha tells grizzop that magic just doesn’t seem to work in rome, but he points that the sun works wherever they are, and most of it doesn’t seem that monster-infested, so... unclear.

they sneak out of the emergency room before sasha has to give any personal information, and wander around rome for at least a day, trying to figure out what’s going on. grizzop prays a lot, and he has a dream akin to percy’s more symbological ones: he encounters a beautiful doe that he knows is artemis in an unfamiliar forest, but she’s standoffish. he asks what he’s done wrong, but she doesn’t answer; she leads him to some wild place outside rome-- probably Lake Nemi, close to a temple of Diana-- where Grizzop sees some hunters from a distance, and then the dream ends.

so the next day grizzop drags them out there-- maybe someone points them there, it seems to be a tourist attraction of sorts and i just remembered that grizzop has pretty shit survival skills. and they go off into the woods and get a bit lost, and then theyre found by the hunters.

it turns out artemis has sent thalia a dream to come there, but was... light on information, so the hunters aren’t sure what to expect. i think probably sasha and grizzop are arguing when the hunters find them, and they see this situation and think: likely recruit is being harassed by monster, except when they go to ‘help,’ sasha takes grizzop’s side.

i’m not sure how this would go on, or even when exactly pjo canon it would be set, but it would involve a lot of the hunters (and maybe artemis) wanting to recruit sasha, her being uncomfortable with this, but not wanting to leave grizzop. grizzop, meanwhile, is absolutely fascinated with this group of women who actually get to hunt with the goddess, and have immortality until they find something worth giving their life for, and yet they’re all suspicious of him-- which he’s used to from humans, but he’s rarely met something he wanted this much and being rejected hurts. artemis herself is probably a bit thrown at being worshipped again, because the hunters and demigods certainly revere her but i feel like it doesn’t have the same flavor of faith that grizzop would have?

they also want to get back; maybe trying to figure out how to do this takes them to camp half-blood and the oracle, where they meet the core pjo cast? idk if they’d be able to get back, though, i can’t think of a mechanic for it in the pjo universe? much to think about...

#pjo #rqg

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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years

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Okay but now after the hurt/comfort w the jekyll fam im just imagining the reactions of everyone else

They dont know *exactly* what happened with henry and his family... but they see how the jekylls are suddenly way more protective of him, how he suddenly allows himself to look tired and how he asks for help. Maybe if someone were to ask what happened henry might even give a somewhat truthful answer, not about hj7 specifically but that hes been experimenting on himself and that he hasnt been feeling great

Cue the lodgers realizing that henry, the perfect gentleman guy, is actually really fucking struggling and feeling rlly fucking guilty for all the grief theyve given him the past few weeks, and all the shit theyve talked about him

Rachel and lanyon already knew something mustve been going on, but now they actually have social permission to dote on him and comfort him about it

I can imagine that, with a family as happy as theirs, it would come as quite a shock for them to hear that their (arguably) most successful kid/sibling is the one that almost tried to kill himself and refused to tell anyone until they caught him and found his notes, which just made him spiral and tell them everything about Hyde and all the shit Hyde has gotten up to. His family still loves him but they feel so guilty for not noticing sooner, for making Henry think that he couldn't talk to them. If he would have managed, no one would have known. Lanyon and Rachel barely knew that Henry even had any family, much less that they all lived in Scotland and wrote letters to each other every week, they wouldn't have been able to inform them about Henry's death/suicide. It would be a thought that would scare and shake the entire family to their very core and they would be so protective of Henry. Suddenly his siblings stop teasing him and trying to wrestle with him, instead they are just so much softer and caring even if they barely let him be alone. On a more lighthearted note, they probably start babysitting Hyde when Henry gets overwhelmed and needs and escape, but Hyde can't complain because he loves the attention (Henry always refused to admit that he loved the attention/teasing he got from his siblings, so that's why Hyde loves it <3).

Henry not being seen for a while after his panic attack/confession to his family, but once he reappears he looks tired and worn out. He doesn't mind not having a facade anymore, for now, because it's important for his family to see how Henry feels and for Henry to not try to hide every bad emotions he feels. The Lodgers notice how Henry is more quiet and drawn back, he mostly sits and observes the others because he is too tired to contribute to the conversation. He was doing nowhere near good before his family arrived (because of Frankenstein n the Lodgers) but them finding out made his mental health worse, so he really has no energy to really... Act like he used to. It goes to the point where the Lodgers actually get concerned-- especially Maijabi, and at some point Henry gets cornered by most of the Lodgers and he confesses. He has been experimenting on himself and he feels horrible, his family found out about it and he had to face his own emotions. He doesn't want to bother lying and repressing even more so he is honest. I really want the Lodgers to feel incredibly guilty and bad and especially when they see Henry in the state he is in. While they (hopefully) had stopped their fighting a long time ago, they stop the teasing and instead make sure to be there for Henry and especially when his family needs to leave. They don't make jabs at him anymore, and they make sure (on their own accord, mind you) to validate Henry and his work instead of insulting him. They leave notes for him in his office to cheer him up and remind him that there are people who cares for him and they give him sweets, trinkets, and other gifts to apologise for their previous behaviour. Rachel and Robert does his paperwork so that Henry can rest and sleep in and the Lodgers make sure to be on their best behaviour to not give Henry any more stress.

Just... Henry's mental health dipping because he was confronted with his feelings by the people he loves but having the people around him help him. Maybe his favourite brother would stay a week or so extra, just to make sure that Henry is doing good before he leaves too (and because, honestly, the thought of turning his back and Henry being gone scares his brother a whole lot). The Lodgers noticing when Henry feels as worse because he isolates and shuts down but they just continue to dote on him. Rachel, Robert, and Jasper all making sure to check in on Henry and spend time with him. Henry feeling like he got a huge burden off of his shoulders because his family knows about Hyde and he actually gets help for his mental health, just... Yes please <3

Also, extra angst if Henry was a really sickly kid. Thin, scrawny, malnourished for most of his childhood despite always having food on the table, being so weak straight from the birth that his parents had to warn his older brothers that he might not survive. Having a ton of health problems for most of his childhood so his siblings and parents were constantly fretting over him, worried that he would catch those common fevers or TB and not survive, I just want to feel the extra angst of his family thinking that they don't have to worry about Henry anymore-- after all, he is grown now, and he is perfectly healthy, but then they find out about his mental health and they blame themselves for "stopping to care for him", or thinking they could let him out of their line of sight without worry... Just... Yes pls <3

#I just spent my entire english lesson writing this answer and thinking angst!#in my defence I'm already done with all the work #also ironic I always ignore my classes to answer your asks <3 #banshees au #family au #ask #deliefdevanmijnleven #suicide mentioned #suicide mentioned tw #tw suicide mentioned

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