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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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so sorry for this (very) specific request hope it's not ocish

anyways alastor x wife reader who's a virologist / kinda a mad scientist??(girl just wants to start a apocalypse without anyone to bother her)

Like they got married for mutual benefits (whatever benefits he would gain and her having access to money for her wildest dreams) when they were humans (whether he actually loves her or not is up to you lmao)

They both die (I assume that she would die around when he died from her own negligence caused by her 'freedom' to do her work more often without actually worrying about him finding out) and she avoids him like the plague (not that hard to realize this so called radio demon is your 'husband' when you find his secret stash of 'local cuisine' in the fridge)

Then he goes missing and she finally kinda goes out of makeshift hiding, just chilling doing her evil deeds before finding about the Hazbin Hotel from some gossip

Deciding that, while redemption is most likely not gonna happen mostly for the fact she does not care, she joins Charlie's little program. For her own little project (just wants to have a angel test subject, gotta see if they can be a good carrier for her little virus)

The reader doesn't know that Alastor's back (you think she's gonna use vox tech? Or listen to the radio? Girl uses a non vox tech phone and maybe a computer and does her work) so she goes and knocks on the door to the hotel

Thinking that this shit is gonna be easy, after all her husband is gone so she won't be bothered by him. She can focus on her beautiful creations and maybe destory hell and heaven with a apocalypse for some laughs. While also getting access to heaven through Charlie somehow (maybe even Lucifer, girl doesn't know nor care)

Anyways you can just IMAGINE her surprise that right after Charlie greets her (Vaggie ofc suspicious af cause she knows damn well no sinner wants to be redeemed for the most part) then here comes the strawberry pimp coming to say hello

Would he recognize his lovely wife? Maybe

Ofc reader had a plan, and by plan I mean she just says they were married and now acts like their divorced (death do us part and we fuckin dead)

(Just for example, do what you want <3)

Anyways I'm sorry again (can you tell that I've been watching a lot of mlp infection aus :') )

A/N bestie,, i love an overly detailed request. no apologies. i hope i did it justice <3 <3 I have literally been obsessing over the whole 'we're dead. we've been parted.' reader idea. It's so fun. Also I am very sorry it took me so long to get to this. Also, I am not a woman nor am I in STEM (I'm an enby in history) so apologies if science stuff in this is bad. I'm basing the character off of Entrapta (my love) from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Gore. Murder. Bodies. Animal cruelty (not detailed at all just like test subjects and burning ants as a kid). Viruses/plague talk. Just capital d Death all around in this one folks. Suicide and starvation briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,584

Master Lists:

Master Lists

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Y/n hadn't been sad when Alastor died. It didn't really even register on her radar that he was gone until the police showed up at her door. Their marriage was more of an agreement than anything else, a division of labor. Y/n was a talented virologist who came from a rather wealthy family. He got access to her money, using it to start his own radio studio, and Y/n? Well Y/n got a clean up crew.

She had always been fascinated by death. It was a morbid curiosity that had followed her since childhood. The typical 'burning ants with a magnifying glass to mass murderer' pipeline only, murder was not exactly her objective. Since learning of the Black Death in school, she had been fascinated by biological warfare and weaponry. The stories of soldiers throwing infected bodies over the walls of city's to break down their defenses? It was magnificent, masterful, absolutely awe inspiring. Living through the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, watching how it tore through her city of New Orleans, only furthered her determination.

As soon as she had had the knowledge base to do so, she began working on bio-weapons on her own. She wanted to create a disease, to devastate the world. She wanted to watch the things around her crumble into ruin and know it was by her hand.

She'd found out about Alastor's hobby by accident. They were friends, of a sort, in that Y/n would show up randomly where ever he was and quiz him about radio waves. He worked at a radio station and she knew that. She had followed him, tracked him down. There was no reasoning behind it save he was the first person she'd really found out about that was involved in the business in New Orleans. She would pick his mind about getting the word out about things, marketing, advertising. She was prepping for the main event, for the day she finally created her magnum opus.

One day, when she had shown up unannounced at his door and broken in when he didn't respond to her knocking, Y/n had discovered him dismembering one of his victims. Alastor had stared at her, wide eyed in shock, fear and adrenaline mixing into an intoxicating combination in his veins. Y/n had just smiled.

She had been wondering about human experimentation for a while now. Animals were easy to cover up, easy to bury in the back yard but people? It had always been too risky, up until now anyways.

So it went like this: Y/n funded Alastor's dreams and he hid the side effects of hers. When he died, Y/n didn't really feel anything too strongly about it at all. Yes, it made life harder in that if she wanted to keep using human guinea pigs she'd have to figure out a way to dispose of them on her own but it also made it easier. Alastor had always been so obsessed with image, dragging her to office parties and forcing her to sit down to meals with him. Now that he was gone, she could work on her projects in peace once again. The body thing was something she would figure out along the way. She was smart and she wasn't going to let something like that stop her, not when she was this close to cracking it.

As it turns out, Alastor had been more of a help than Y/n believed. So used to his nattering and persistence, she had stopped eating. It wasn't long before she joined her husband in death. The papers of course had a field day with it. Heiress and Virologist Y/n L/n Withers Away Due to Heartbreak. Y/n L/n Starved Herself to Death and Joins her Murderer of a Husband. Virologist Commits Suicide After Revelation of Dead Husband's Criminal Deeds.

When Y/n had woken up in Hell, her whole world had been turned upside down. If there was life after death, what was the point of killing everyone on earth? She was back at square one.

Rumors were already buzzing through the streets of Hell about some new overlord, some Radio Demon, who had a strikingly similar MO to her husband. Not wanting any distractions this time around, Y/n secluded herself in the outskirts of the pride ring to reformulate her plans.

For decades she worked, trying to create a poison to wipe out the dual planes of the underworld. Work was easier here. No one questioned why she bought the things she bought, no one got upset when people went missing. Hell, no one even blinked twice if they saw her burying a body. It was a veritable paradise for Y/n.

Eventually, news reached her of the Radio Demon's disappearance. Y/n had never been the biggest fan of technology that wasn't involved in her work. In the world of the living, she had barley read the papers. All the machines in her laboratory were ones she had built herself through trial and error. But still, somehow, the news reached her and she felt elated. The last thing weighing her down, the last road block had officially been lifted.

Within seven years, she had perfected the disease. Having run tests on lower rings of Hell, she prided herself on her ability to make it so infections, so deadly. The survival was on par with that of unvaccinated human's infected by rabies. But her plan wasn't complete, no. Taking out everyone in Hell wasn't good enough, she had to figure out how to get it into Heaven as well.

That was when the perfect opportunity fell in her lap. Y/n nearly cried when she caught sight of the interview through the window of a shop selling Vox branded TVs. Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer's little brat, was creating a hotel for sinners, where they could be rehabilitated and sent to Heaven. It was perfect, almost too perfect. Y/n didn't question it, her own excitement blinding her. She barley even took the time to come up with a plan that consisted of more than get into the hotel and get her hands on an angel. She figured that was something that could be dealt with later on.

After a few days of research and snooping, she finally made her move. Having packed her bags and woven her way through the streets of Pentagram City, she found herself before the brightly lit marquee of the Hazbin Hotel. Placing her bag on the ground beside her, the test tubes and various paraphernalia inside clinked gently against one another. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.

It was Charlie herself who answered, with wide eyes and an earnest smile. A smaller moth demon beside her crossed her arms, eyeing Y/n with doubt. It barley registered with the excitable demon, she was used to the strange looks. The new form Hell had granted her with when she died was odd, after all. She was still the same height, still held a roughly human shape, but her hair had become its own beast. It moved like secondary limbs, falling nearly to the floor from the pigtails she had tied it up into. It shot up into the air around her in joy at the sight of yet another open door in her path, this one literal rather than figurative.

"Hello!" Charlie exclaimed, "Are you here to check in?"

"Yes, check in." Y/n nodded, using her hair to pick her bag back up.

She took a step forward, trying to enter the hotel, but found her path blocked by the smaller grey demon. Her arms were uncrossed now, one of them pointing a spear right at Y/n's neck. Y/n didn't flinch, she simply looked down at it in curiosity, reaching a finger up to touch the end.

"Ow." she said flatly as the spear's tip pressed into the pad of her finger.

Raising it to her eyes, she rubbed the droplet of blood that had pooled on her pointer finger with her thumb before turning back to the spear.

"Is this..." Y/n leaned forward, grabbing the spear's shaft.

"Hey!" Vaggie yelled threateningly as Y/n crouched down, examining the weapon carefully.

"Oh my stars, this is an angelic blade, isn't it?" she exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the spear.

"Uh..."

Vaggie was more confused now than anything and she took the slightest step away from the excited demon. Y/n followed her and soon, they were in the entry way to the hotel. Charlie watched the scene play out with mild amusement, finding her girlfriends bewildered state rather charming. She let the door fall shut.

"It is, isn't it?" Y/n asked again, "But how did you get it? Did you make it? What do you do with it? Is it more effective than normal weapons? Why a spear? I-"

"What's this, we have a new guest?" a crackling voice cut Y/n off.

"Uh, yes!" Charlie stepped in, turning to face the newcomer.

Y/n, still preoccupied with the spear, was now engaged in trying to get Vaggie to let her hold it.

"I think..." Charlie doubtfully added, her brow furrowing at the site.

"Well well well, a little devil." Alastor hummed, turning to watch the show as well, "Honestly, reminds me of someone I knew back when I was alive and kicking. Ah well, what's her name?"

"I don't... actually know that yet." Charlie admitted, fiddling with her hands a bit as she spoke, "But she seems really enthusiastic about being here!"

"It seems she more interested in that spear of Vaggie's than the idea of redemption." Alastor noted in response.

"Are either of you going to help me or are you just gonna sit and watch?" Vaggie exclaimed, trying her best to pry the spear out of Y/n's grip.

Alastor sighed and with a twirl of his microphone, a shadow arose, pulling Y/n off Vaggie. There was a split second where the smile on the girl's face fell. It quickly returned as she caught sight of what exactly had interrupted her escapades. Placing her bag on the floor with her hair, she wormed around in the shadow's arms, turning to face it. Tentatively, she poked it.

"Would you stop that?" Alastor asked, his voice thick with irritation.

Y/n poked the shadow again.

"What is this? How are you doing this?"

When no response came from the demon in question, she at last turned to face him.

"Oh."

She stilled in her movements and Alastor allowed the shadow to disappear.

"No reason to be scared." Charlie quickly stepped in, "I know Alastor here has a bit of a... reputation, but he is actually helping us at the hotel. He's really a great once you get to know him."

Alastor's smile widened as he bowed his head slightly in recognition of the praise.

"If you're going to be staying her-"

"You can't seriously be thinking of letting her stay here, Charlie." Vaggie cut in, "She's been here what, five minutes? And all thats come of it is chaos."

"Vaggie, come on, don't be like that." Charlie turned to her girlfriend, "Everyone deserves a second chance, that's the whole reason we built this place."

"But does she even want to be redeemed? I mean, what if she's... I don't know, trying to take us down from the inside out? What if she's a journalist or some shit trying to write us bad reviews?"

"You flatter me." Y/n smiled and Vaggie scoffed.

"See?"

"Isn't that all the more reason to let her in? Vaggie, if she is undercover as a journalist or something, we just have to prove to her how amazing what we're doing here is."

"I don't know... I've never seen her before, what if she's another one Vox sent?"

Y/n shook her head, sticking her tongue out slightly in disgust at this notion and Alastor chuckled. There really was something so familiar about this demon and her antics. Even if she was a tad irritating, it was a comfortable familiarity.

"Then we will figure it out, same way we did with Sir. Pentious. Okay?"

"Fine." Vaggie relented at last with a sigh.

Smiling brightly, Charlie turned back to Y/n.

"So, hi. I'm Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! What's your name?"

Y/n's eyes flicked back and forth between Alastor and Charlie for a moment before settling on Charlie.

"Y/n L/n."

Alastor let out a little laugh of disbelief, a sound he had meant to keep in. He couldn't help it. Of course this little mess of a demon was his favorite crazy wife. Alastor had looked for Y/n on occasion, always keeping an eye on news involving anything scientific but, he had never found a trace. Not that he'd admit it but, in their time together, he had grown rather fond of the girl. Not love, never love, but a sort of familial feel. Everyone turned to face him.

"Are you alright, Alastor?" Charlie asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his arm which he quickly brushed off.

"Yeah, do you know her or something?" Vaggie added, "Is she dangerous?"

"No..." he paused, his brow slightly furrowed, "She's my wife."

The room fell silent.

"You... you didn't recognize your own wife?" Vaggie asked in disbeleif.

"Ex-wife." Y/n corrected with a little sigh.

This was all becoming so tedious. She hadn't come here to sit and talk with people. While the spear and the shadow had been fun, they had both run their courses and she just wanted to get to work.

"I..." Alastor turned back to Y/n, "Ex-wife?"

Y/n shrugged.

"So you didn't recognize your wife and you didn't know you were divorced?" Vaggie asked, rubbing her temples, "Jesus fuck, man."

"I..." Alastor cleared his throat, "We were married when we were alive. I didn't even know she was dead yet."

"Yeah." Y/n shrugged, "Turns out all your nattering was what was keeping me alive. I forgot to eat, starved to death."

Alastor's eyes softened slightly for a moment at the notion. She had needed his care so badly that she had died with out it. It felt good, in a strange way. Satisfying. They darkened again as he recalled her earlier statement.

"Ex-wife?" he asked again, taking a step towards Y/n.

She looked up at him, her expression blank.

"Yeah?"

"When did we get a divorce!" Alastor exclaimed once he realized she would say nothing else on the matter without his prompting.

"Oh! We didn't." Y/n nodded, smiling slightly, "Now, can I go to my room?"

"No, Y/n. Why are you calling yourself my ex-wife? We are still married."

Y/n looked around at Charlie and Vaggie, seeing if they were going to back up her claim. Sighing, she turned back to Alastor.

"Do I really have to lay it out for you?" she paused and Alastor just stared at her, eyebrows raised, "Jesus. Uh, Al, we died."

"Yes...?"

"Till death do us part? That was the agreement."

"I... Well..." he was at a complete and total loss for how to respond.

She wasn't wrong, he just didn't like her answer very much.

"So... the agreement is done... yeah?"

"I mean," Alastor shook his head slightly, "I guess?"

"Great! Can someone please show me to my room now."

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Next Part -> Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

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marengogo · 1 month

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Silver Lining - What If #8 : Min & Kook or Busan Brothers?

Neuron by J-Hope (with Gaeko & YOON MIRAE) focused playlist.

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Ladies, Gentlemen and Distinguished Enbies: HELLO!

How is everyone? Hope you are all enjoying this little break, if you celebrate Easter, and if for any reason you didn’t get a break either you don’t celebrate Easter, or you are part of the “holiday working class” I hope you are at least safe and serene 💜. All that said, let me tell you;

It’s incredible what a few days off can do, aye?!

For one I've been very vivid dreams and, for two, I’m actually in the mood of writing posts, would you look at that! AND BY THE WAY I keep forgetting to do this, but I will at some point later today I need to write an advisory note for the Sonyeondan Colosseum as I haven’t been there in a while but I still get aspiring gladiators, who are dying to participate, and albeit fun, at the moment, I really don't have that much time, to provide these fighters with the appropriate match they deserve 😫. So it is only right that I rely the appropriate information, as I do believe I run a fine institution and as such I am sorry for allowing my administration to slack real life suddenly got so busy and interesting that I didn’t, and still don't, have time to play, but who knows what the future holds right?! There just might appear a contender so unique, I might not resist the urge for a little tussle.

Anyways, back to the topic of this post, as it is sort of a continuation of this one → Solstice & Equinox, it is indeed about the Jikook Travel vlog we still no absolutely nothing about, but of which I woke up with thoughts/ideas about, hence, why I’ve placed this post, yet again, in my Silver Lining series 🤡. In my previous post I tried to predict the vlogs' scheduling, in this post I would like to talk about the possible style this vlog might take, while making, as always, educated guesses and also diving into JK’s filmmaking style.

⚠️I MOST LIKELY WILL WAX HELLA POETIC OVER A LOT OF FILMMAKING STRUCTURES, SO BE HELLA WARNED⚠️

Let’s start right off the bat with:

Also if you are NOT familiar with “Youtuber” Jimin, below is a little summary:

As you can probably tell by some of the ss because there are so many more, believe me!, JM is very enthusiastic about vlogging and, as we all know, JK is very enthusiastic about producing video related content as well as taking it further when he directed Life Goes On for example. Both JM and JK consume copious amounts of video content, be it movies, dramas, anime or shows and they often seem to be watching the same shows as well. Reason why, perhaps, they often seem to be the only privy of their media related inside jokes.

Now, imagine loving to watch shows so much and having as a significant other someone whom not only has so much footage/pictures of you which will never see btw 🤡 but also has the skills to potentially make a show out of you, or with you, because they also enjoy the same thing, what would you do? Sure, you like travelling and he is not too big into that, but some time 7 years ago this person not only took you on a trip, but also found the most memorable way to immortalise this for you, resulting in this person producing more and more travel vlogs. Not sure if JK has come to enjoy travelling, but one thing is for sure;

he seems to enjoy making one helluva good vlog out of it.

Now, before we get into the reason for my title (Min & Kook or Busan Brother?) let’s look into JK’s filmmaking style THIS IS WHERE I AM SURE I WILL NERD OUT, and in order to do this we will look into two of particular videos, as I feel like their travel vlog could be a mixture of this two:

VIDEO 1: [BTS VLOG] Jung Kook l CAMPING VLOG

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VIDEO 2: G.C.F in Budapest

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Let’s start from VIDEO 1. This was a series of vlogs we got from each of the members and were posted on BANGTANTV between July 9, 2022 and December 10, 2022 as always with the Tannies, the actual filming dates may or may not be close to the time they were posted. There are many different types of vlogs out there, because many are the different interests of viewers out there. When looking at our boys, you can clearly see theri vlogs divided in 3 specific types of vlogs:

“HOW TO”-vlog: In this type of video, usually the hosts want to learn to do something, and so they either attempt or they are a master in said craft to do said something, while showing the viewer step-by-step, with the intent/hope that the viewer can learn or feel inspired to want to do it as well.

Jin

Yoongi

“CELEBRITY LIFE”-vlog: This type of video, we follow a typical/particular day in the life of a celebrity. There is usually not so much editing done, and it gives very much the feeling of watching a reality TV show.

Tae

Hobi

“TRAVEL”-vlog: These are usually specifically about showcasing cities, spaces, activities. They are very action filled, so they will not have as many static shots as, for example, the previous two themes

Joonie

Even though JK and Joonie have the same style of vlog, there is something that JK has, which all the other 6 don’t, which is his own “colour”.

JK has a very specific style that is unique to himself within the group, and you can notice in the editing, which makes me think he often takes part in, whereas, even though the type of vlog is different for the other 6 members, the style of editing is the same for all of them. When I say that JK adds his own colour, I mean that, for example, he so often breaks the 4th wall in very conventional and unconventional ways and this is something I've noticed only he does actually in Bangtan.

Aside from JK’s Film Colour, I do believe that this is also an indication of how long we can hope their travel vlog to be. In the end the main event was camping, with other events as well and it was edited to 45mins, which is a long ass video for this type of vlog, it basically means that they realistically had hours of footage and at least 3 type of campers, which I will get into in my next point.

GCF in Budapest has all of JK’s colours as of 2023.

This video is the result of 6 years during which he filmed, edited and directed different projects. GCF in Budapest is very professional, and even though he didn’t do the final edit on this, he did direct it, meaning that there wasn’t a single shot that he hadn’t planned, requested or approved of. Basically, JK is the person that instructed other camera-people the times he wasn’t filming himself as to what shot he needed and wanted for the final project, all the way from principal, to secondary, footage I DON’T THINK YOU CAN’T BUT I’M ABOUT TO NERD OUT, RIGHT NOW. Following are the notable structures in this GCF, with related explanations/examples:

Non-static self-filming - This is the typical vlog style where the main subject is filming himself. But in his case he seems to favour this type of shots when he is moving the most, as if he wants us to fill like we are really travelling with him, as opposed to constantly placing the camera on the surface, not moving, and talking.

B-Roll Footage - is also known as “filler footage”. Usually there is no talking or nothing of importance, but they are quite good for either transitions or comic relief. I LOVE B-ROLL FOOTAGE and JK uses it so well. I believe that b-rolls fit JK so well because of his personality, he tends to space out so often that, in the filmmaking context, this type of footage offers a way to show this dimension of his personality, for example, himself goofing off in the b-roll is perhaps what he does in his head when he is spacing out in real life.

Traditional filming - This is your typical main subject being filmed by a camera-person. As there seem to be two different angles during this type of shot, there were at least 2 different people filming him I will not go deep into the type of camera/s that were you as this is not that kind of post.

Establishing shots - This are shots that make the viewer know where and when something is happening, and they are extremely important in film-making, but not really in vlogging as the title of the vlog already tells you where and sometimes when, if not you’ll find out in the dialog you are, but it is exactly this kind of touch that makes his work feel very cinematographic.

All the aforementioned, are characteristics that I am expecting to see in their travel blog and I am soooooo much looking forward to check our the whole crew, if by any chance we get a roll end credit scene 🥹 to be honest, going back to video 1, since they were in each known location for more than a day, they could make at least 2 self-sufficient vlogs but hey ….

JK surely came a long way from GCF in Tokyo, didn’t he? And even though he hasn’t produced a GCF with the same colours ever since, there was something that was:

To me, filming is the art of skilfully deceiving, while willfully being deceived, during a specific amount of time, after which we all go back to our realities unharmed or “not”, depending on the depth of the film.

Films are like magic.

But what is filming for JK? To be veeeeery honest with you, the person who has a future in acting amongst the Tannies is Kim Taehyung, yet, the two people who can for sure act, on the silver-screen, are Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung … so why do I feel like Tae is the only only that has a future in this field? Because Tae can live for and with it. Just knowing how to act is not enough, you have to want to be an actor, for real-real. You know how Hobi breathes dancing? Tae breathes out imaginary characters in a similar way, reason why I can see him having a very prolific career as an actor as well.

Now ... why do I bring this up?

If JK just wanted to become a movie director alongside being the amazing musician he is, he’s had the perfect subject/s to do so. So why has he been so fixated with filming JM? JM is not the type of subject you can use for a long film, sure, he likes to act with his friends, but I don't think that cinema glory is one of his objectives in life I may be very wrong. He can perform/dance like hell crazy for the camera, HANDS FUCKING DOWN, but, once again, serious silver-screen acting isn’t what he wants. So, once again, given a choice of Tae and Jin;

Why JM?

TIME FOR TIN HATS Y’ALL HURRY 👏🏾 HURRY👏🏾 HURRY! 📢

I, Marengo, think that JK had always intended to make GCF in Tokyo as merely a video to preserve the happy memories, during a hard moment in their lives, which they spent together. This video-gift was specifically intended, for JM, in the style that JM mostly appreciated at the time, which might have happened to be YT vlogs. While editing his video, JK perhaps realised that it might have been a bit on the nose, so he added establishing b-roll shots of Tokyo, thinking it might have been enough to divert the attention from JM; but unfortunately failed. For a few reasons, but mainly, the lack of any spoken words in my opinion.

The thing is that for the purposes of what i think his objective was, words were absolutely not needed. “Look! See how happy you were here! It doesn’t matter how shit things are, we can still be happy; You can still be happy!” In the same way, with Life Goes On he wanted us to see their changed everyday life of the time, the sadness, melancholy and hope they all felt. Words were not needed, and this is the type of filming which is closest to the inner colours of Jeon Jungkook. JK is not the best with words, so I believe that he found in filmmaking a form of expressing himself in a more effective way.

HOWEVER, as we all know, even though Life Goes On was well received, GCF in Tokyo’s main critique was “Where is tokyo? All I see is JM”. Yet, his main purpose wasn’t Tokyo, the shots, the song, the editing, clearly indicated that. Nevertheless, if at the time, JM was indeed his queer interest as I don’t believe they were going steady at the time, he wasn’t going to jump out gun blazing to defend his choice; was he now? No, he left us to believe that he was gonna get better, and next thing he did was add more members and better establishing shots, but never forget; gcf in Tokyo is still there and still something he remembers fondly.

Now as for the title of this post 😂😂😂. Be it straight, queer, interrational or whatever, there is one thing that most of couple YT channels have in common:

Their channel name is either a union of their name or there is and &/and to join siad names. When JM was pretending to have a channel with JK during this live → VMINKOOK LIVE he named their channel MinKook, because he was Min and he was Kook so, MinKook and let’s forget for a second that this actually resulted to be a very funny korean pun. I honestly do believe that if you are a platonic duo on YT you will very rarely use your name with your friends name as it seems like it is a universal YT truth that “” & “” channels are couple channels. So if anything, if JM was talking out of subconscious, he maybe had been watching a lot of YT couple channels, at the time, and thought it okay for them to have a channel name that matched the same energy? …

🤡🤡🤡

So my question is: will the channel be named something akin to that couple vibe RISKY AF, WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?? Or will it be something more like the Busan Brothers name that they are often given … HELLA SAFE, MAKES A LOT OF SENSE? I guess only time will tell!

Ok then, hats off! Let's go back to reality, where we can happily keep waiting for this blasted travel vlog LOL.

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾,

Marengo.

#Youtube #Marengo's Silver World #Jikook #Jikook Travel Vlog

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persesphonestears · 1 year

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A little one-shot of Enby! reader kicking ass with cod boys being there too ^^

haven-is-happy - I do be loving a mid 20s enby reader causing havoc and making the old men fear her

Also @haven-is-happy is there any anon you wanna be because I luv you ^^

This is not proof read btw so very sorry if there are mistakes ^^

Summary?: Young mid 20’s enby reader(call sign is gonna be Razor) proving just because they’re younger and not your typical ‘male or female’ soldier that they will and can gladly kick ass.

Warnings: Some transphobia(?), Swearing, Degrading from other recruits, fighting, blood, y/n beating ass ^3^

Y/N’s POV:

Joining the 141 was some type of dream, working under Laswell for the longest time, and then out of nowhere telling me she wants me to join one of the most prestigious task forces there is. I thought I was dreaming, until finally being dropped off and greeted by Captain John Price himself.

"Sargent Razor." I nodded back to him holding my hand out to greet the bearded man, "Captain, Its nice to meet you." Thank the gods that I had my gloves on, or I think my hands would have drenched his with my sweat. "Same to you, Laswell has said good things about you, I'm hoping you live up to them." "Yes sir."

He led me into what I assumed was the Rec Room, Entering there was some recruits chatting to each other on some of the couches and other watching TV; non paying attention to the Captain and I walking in. "Ahem?" Captain Price roughly cleared his throat gaining peoples attention as they turned and sent small greetings to their Captain.

"Alright Lads listen up. This 'ere is Sargent Razor, newest to the team. You will treat 'em with the same respect you give everyone else. Understood?" His voiced boomed through out the room as everyone just nodded, some eyeing me and whispering to others next to them. Its like going to a new class in high school all over again.

Price turned again and gave me some directions for where my room, his office and the training grounds were, I thanked him and grabbed my bags heading to my room before being stopped by an even rougher british voice booming through the room, "Everyone in the training grounds in 10. Lets see how he new recruit goes.". Chuckles and sighs where heard out through the room as I groaned and kept walking. Wonderful.

----Small time skip + No ones POV----

After Y/N had changed into some work out type clothes, they reached the training grounds they looked around at the testosterone filled room cringing as all they saw was men. Crossing their arms they continued walking to their Lieutenant; who was currently conversing with the other two 141 men. When they caught eye of you walking over Ghost turned to them and smirked under his mask. "Sargent." "Lieutenant.".

"Alright whose up against the new guy here first hm?" Ghost's voice once again boomed through out the room though there was a hint of a tease. There wasn't anyway you'd take half the guys here easily. Multiple men's hands flew up, most chuckling to themselves, thinking close to the same thing as ghost. Ghost being the lovely person he is picked one of the biggest recruits he saw. After everyone gathered around the small ring they had with both you and this buff man who was much bigger then you inside.

"Don't worry lil guy. Maybe me beating some sense into you will help, some brain damage may help you be less delusional" He murmured loud enough for you and others to hear causing chuckles to come around you. You knew what he meant. Of course you did. You've been berated and made fun of for not being male or female since you joined the military.

You didn't respond, glad you now had a real reason to beat your so called teammate into the ground. Ghost, Soap, Gaz and Price stood watching, surprised at their privates choice of biggited words towards you, but more so the small smirk that ghosted your face after what he said. "GO." Ghost yelled out interested to see how this played out. Gaz and Soap being ready to pull the big guy off you if needed.

The two of you started circling each other, neither going to strike first. "Come on you gotta have some move to use on me, you came up with you gender you can surely come up with an attack. Or will you start crying you type of people always seem to be so sensitive about this stuff" He yelled out laughing at his comment. So you gave in. You attacked like he told you to.

You charged forward, jumping on the ring edge to gain height on him, wrapping your legs around his neck taking him down with the force of the jump. After a second or two he managed to grip your thighs off his neck, turning over to grip your neck, "Jokes on you I'm into this typa shit." You smirked. Seeing your smirk he gripped tighter and gave you a good few decks to the face.

The two of you continued to fight, and as much as a surprise to everyone there you were better then your 'teammate' though he was able to gain some ground and had you on your back, him on op and straddling your hips to hold you in place. As the man on top of you was about to make another comment, he faltered looking away for a second, you, seizing the opportunity sat up quickly smashing your head to his hearing the satisfying crunch of what you guessed was a broken nose. The force had him stumbling back as you didn't waste time getting up and putting him in a rear naked chokehold (please its an actual thing leave me alone).

Adding pressure to his neck as he wriggled to try get out of your grip; even try to get up and slam you back down, though you didn't falter and happily added some strong kicks to both his stomach and his 'little guy'; and eventually he tapped out. After letting him go and him mumbling some more comments, everyone else was eerily quiet.

Turning facing everyone but mainly the rest of the 141, "Just because I'm small doesn't mean I won't cut your dicks off if more comments about me are made" Smiling and walking out of the training grounds downing your water. The rest of the recruits started at where you had just left. How tf? The 141 boys turned to each other surprised that you were able to take down one of their buffest recruits and walk away with few bruises and a split lip.

"OI GET BACK TO TRAINING" Everyone scrambled back to what their training would normally be after hearing their captain yelling. Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz walked out feeling somewhat guilty, they know Laswell sent you but Jesus they weren't expecting someone who was significantly smaller then them to beat someone half your size. They all sent glances at each other. You sure were going to be an interesting team member.

Okay, I'm not proof reading this cause I'm super lazy and wrote this whole thing in one sitting so yeah, I can do another part if you guys want. But anyways ^^

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here is the last one!! thank you so much to everyone who has read these it’s been a delight but also i am NEVER posting a fic like this again lmao (this one can be read alone btw!)

Winter 2007

Steve wakes from fitful dreams to an empty bed and briefly panics. Even after twenty years, he’s still haunted by memories of the Upside Down. He still gets worried when he wakes up and can’t see Eddie.

He pushes back the covers and gets out of bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floors. He tugs a robe on to combat the cold and then opens the bedroom door. As soon as it’s open, he hears Eddie’s voice singing quietly and he relaxes. Steve pads softly down the hall to the living room. It’s dark, but he can see Eddie by the window, silhouetted by the streetlights. He’s rocking their daughter in his arms.

Steve leans against the entryway and listens to his husband sing in his soft, husky voice. “There’s a place I like to hide, a doorway that I run through in the night. Relax, child, you were there but only didn’t realize and you were scared. It’s a place where you will learn to face your fears, retrace the years, and ride the whims of your mind.”

The floorboard creaks under Steve’s foot as he shifts his weight, and Eddie stops singing.

“Hey,” he whispers, looking back at Steve. Steve pushes off the wall and moves over to the window to join him, putting one hand at Eddie’s waist and the other on his arm by their daughter’s head.

“How is she?” Steve asks quietly.

“She’s good,” Eddie murmurs. “She was crying, but she’s her father’s daughter so she went right to sleep when I started singing Queensrÿche.”

“What a good girl.”

Smiling, Eddie turns his head to kiss Steve. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he says, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Take your time,” Steve says. He bends over to press a kiss featherlight to their daughter’s forehead, then kisses Eddie once more before heading back to their bedroom.

Before he closes the door, he takes one more look at Eddie. He’s started softly singing another song. Steve takes in the sight—his husband and his daughter. There are still nights when he wakes up screaming from nightmares, nights where he’s not sure if he’ll ever see the sun again. But nights like this when he gets to watch his little family that he’s always wanted and didn’t know if he would ever have, he feels so happy he could burst.

On nights like this, life is beautiful.

(part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21)

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(once again just reminding you that an extended version of this is being posted on ao3. i have 5 chapters up right now and i’m currently writing chapter 8 :D)

#i may or may not have cried writing this tbh #the steddie as dads got to me okay?#thank you thank you thank you for reading #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet

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banner created by the lovely @getawayfox 🥰

I absolutely adore short stories, and I thought I'd use the spotlight saturday concept to spread love for them as much as I can. I will try my best to make this a monthly thing,, sometimes more or less frequent. I hope you find some bite-sized bits of escapism to enjoy through these reclists. Today's features stories to curl up cosily with for a good laugh, some hurt/comfort, or softness—take your pick! And as always, please check the tags and author notes. Have a lovely weekend~

At The Top by @moonstruckwytch (Draco/Harry) (G)

written for hdcandyheartsfest 2022 day two: first date

Sinking/Floating by @andithiel (Draco/Harry) (T, 966)

After the war, Harry once again dwells so much on dreams of the past and those he lost, that he forgets to live. Draco helps to remind him.

For All You Give (I’ll Give it Back to You) by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (Harry/Ron/Hermione) (T, 7144)

A birthday, a beach cottage, a love confession (or two). All Harry can wonder is why it took him so long to figure this out.

Flushed with love and romance by toutcequonvuet (Draco/Harry) (M, 3011)

Harry has been eagerly anticipating the perfect proposal Draco is surely crafting. Nothing can put a plug on his excitement. When he finally gets it, he’s in for a surprise of the accidental (and hilarious) variety./Featuring: wordplay, bath bombs, and theoretically attractive plumbers

From Sunset to Star Rise by @schmem14 (Harry/Ron) (M, 7618)

Ron stops in his tracks, trembling from head to toe as he points his nose to the clear blue sky, feeling the autumn chill bite his fevered skin./He’s in love with Harry, and he only just realizes it./I have to conquer this is his first thought./I have to tell him is his second./But I’m afraid… lingers longest of all./Ron and Harry move to New England to get away from the aftermath of war, buy a cozy cabin in the woods, and fall in love under the stars of an autumn sky.

Dancing with our eyes closed by Patriceavril (Ginny/Luna) (T, 2517)

Ginny ditches the wedding and her stupid heels, expecting to drink her bottle of stolen champagne alone. When Luna appears, Ginny decides maybe she doesn't want to be alone after all.

Destination: Healing by @stargazing-enby (Draco/Harry) (T, 2027)

As much as he refused to think about it, the truth was something in Harry’s chest unravelled in those dawn-hued moments of quiet when his body was heavy against the bathroom door frame, the Cloak heavy on his shoulders, and his gaze heavier than any of the two on the rise and fall of Malfoy’s breathing.

bloom for me by dynazty (Pansy/Luna) (T, 824)

It was a flower garden. That’s what Luna told her.

Strict Essentials by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (Draco/Harry) (M, 3884)

Harry and Draco go shopping for a new kettle.

The List by @onbeinganangel (Remus/Sirius) (M, 1400)

A story where the to-do list is too long, the weather is terrible and Sirius is seriously trying his best not to have to leave the house.

Marshmallow Kisses by @samunderthelights (James Sirius/Teddy) (G, 889)

James has been working on a surprise for Teddy, but it doesn't go as planned.

Bind by @gallifrey1sburning (Gin/Luna) (T, 2088)

Gin's binder is beginning to affect their career. Pansy's still struggling to figure out how to support her partner through their dysphoria, but she's learning.

The Music of the Stars by @gallifrey1sburning (Draco/Harry) (G, 556)

“It’s almost like music, isn’t it?” Draco looked down to catch Harry’s eye, seemingly unperturbed to find him staring, and Harry wondered if he’d known all along./“What is?”/“All of this. The sea, the wind, the stars.”/Harry laughed. “The stars don’t make noise, you weirdo.”/“They do,” Draco argued. “You just have to know how to listen.”

Beneath the Wisteria by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion (Draco & Scorpius, Albus Severus/Scorpius) (G, 2589)

Scorpius likes the wisteria best of all. He likes the pretty colours and the way the petals fall like rain, and he likes when Draco lifts him up to push his small fingers through the heaps of flowers. It’s Draco’s favourite too, so he sits with Scorpius by the pond often, under the full, soft petals, and watches Scorpius scoop at the water with a conjured green fishing net. He uses his magic to make the petals fall close to Scorpius, and they kiss the water and unfurl inches from him, until they’re scooped up by the net and placed in a pile on the grass./Scorpius laughs each time he catches one, patting his chubby legs with glee./It makes Draco feel warm.

The Darling Curse by @orange-peony (Draco/Harry) (E, 9209)

It was just a slip./Harry didn't mean to call Draco 'love' in front of the other Aurors, especially because they have no idea they're a couple./Well, Harry could always pretend to be cursed and use pet names with everyone./What's the worst that can happen?

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Iplier Falls

Authors Note:

Hello hello and welcome back! ( Or if you’re here for the first time, I’m glad you chose to check this fic out! Welcome! ) Never thought you’d see a rewrite of Gravity Falls x Iplier Inc in 2024, huh? The ALTRVerse comic has given me the motivation to get back into Markiplier Lore and hence I’m here!

This is the prologue and hence it's just a test to see how people react to it. If people react well, I'll put the story up on AO3 and make more chapters!

Some things to note about this fic:

It’s an X Reader and the reader is indeed the District Attorney from Who Killed Markiplier! ( So, obviously, WKM spoilers ahead! )

This is a Dark x Reader specifically.

This fic is in the second person and the reader is gender neutral!

Genderfluid Dark is canon in this fic, so I’ll be using He/She/They for Dark.

In Space With Markiplier will also be incorporated, so spoilers for that as well.

This story will follow the Gravity Falls story, but there’ll be added story for episodes revolving around the Pines family specifically.

This story contains things like profanity, blood, near death experiences, talk of mortality/death, and angst!

Tag List: @a-frozen-bag-of-corn @crazy-obsessed-enby @lunariasilver ( Not sure if any of you remember this series, but I figured I’d keep up the tag list! )

Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy it!

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“What has he done to you?”

They looked so familiar. Like a far away dream.

“Captain, you can’t possibly listen to this monster! You can’t trust him!” Mark yelled.

“My little monster, I beg of you. Open your eyes. He takes away all that you love.” She begged.

That name.. It was like a puzzle piece. Everything snapped back into place in an instant. You weren’t a captain! You went to school for law, not to be the captain of a spaceship.

“.. Damien?” You whispered.

“Ugh, you’re just impossible!” Mark snapped, “How am I supposed to make the perfect story if all you do is mess it up!”

You couldn’t help but tense up at the sudden change in tone. That was right, this wasn’t your trusted second in command. This was a man long gone, a man permanently warped by the manor.

He twirled his cane in a clean and swift motion, aiming it towards you.

“I’ll just have to make sure you don’t remember any of this.” He threatened.

Dark intercepted Mark’s attempt with his sword, pushing Mark back a few feet.

“Not on my watch. Never again.”

Mark simply laughed, “The hero always wins. It’s the only way the story can go.”

Dark simply grit their teeth in response, slashing the sword against Mark’s chest. Although it barely grazed, it was enough to catch him off guard.

You watched as the two went head to head, being able to do nothing to stop either side. Even if you were willing to get in the way of the two, you had no weapon or no powers to do anything.

Actor sputtered as Dark tore open a gash across his chest. His blood was red, but not the usual type of red. Bright red, instead of crimson. Actor was caught off guard for just a second until he scrambled back, unsheathing his cane.

You’re sorry. Unsheathing his cane? That was insane! What was even more insane was the fact that the bottom of the cane was a dark red double sided axe. Dark seemed just as caught off guard as you were, as Mark obtained a window to slash her in the chest.

“Dark!” You called out.

He only spared a moment to look your way, with a look in their eyes signaling that they were alright before attacking Mark once again. SImilar to Mark, her blood was an inky black. Something inspired Dark to go full force, you weren’t sure if it was you or the entire revenge pledge.

He pierced Mark in the heart with their sword as Mark sputtered, that sickly red spilling out of his chest. He didn’t say anything after that, only heavy and labored breathing being heard from the previously lively body.

“We best be going. The Snake never stays dead for long.” Dark said.

You didn’t say anything as she opened a portal similar to the ones you’d seen as the captain of The Invincible. Except, it looked a bit like the Noir universe. A combination of black, white, and grey. You simply followed him inside the portal. What other choice did you have? Stay in this void until Mark’s body inevitably rose from the dead? The old Homo Necrosis didn’t sound like a fun route to go down.

Which led you to where you are now. A sleepy town named Gravity Falls. Dark had said that the laws of the town would cover up the tracks of you two, making it harder for Mark to find you again. You still had quite a few strong words for Dark, considering he trapped you in a mirror for decades, but that was the thing. It had been decades. You didn’t know what else to do other than follow them. Mark was obviously a no-go.

“Please, call me Dark.” He had said, “Damien and Celine are both.. Long dead. I have an apartment set up in the town, we can stay there until we know how to deal with The Snake properly.”

“Okay.” You said, “In that case, call me Captain. The person I used to be died in that house.”

She simply nodded, “As you wish.”

The two of you had been wandering around the town when you spotted a hiring sign for a tourist attraction.

“We could work here.” You said, “We need some way of paying rent, right?”

Dark hummed in thought, “It couldn’t hurt, I suppose.”

You strolled into the attraction with Dark following close behind. You spotted an older man shuffling money while standing at the cash register. He was probably the owner, right?

“Excuse me, are you the owner?” You asked.

He nodded, “What’s it to ya? You’re not the government, are you?”

“No, no, nothing like that.” You said. A little like that, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“My friend and I heard you were hiring.”

“Great! You’re hired. Call me Mr. Pines.” He said, “You start tomorrow.”

“We’ll be there!” You smiled, as you walked back outside to talk to Dark in semi private.

“Have you learned nothing from your district attorney days?” He teased, “Truly, though, that man was a bit too eager.”

“Hey, it’s a job, isn’t it?” You shrugged, “Times have changed.”

“That they have.” She nodded, “Would you like to get some champagne? As a little celebration.”

“Really? Just like we used to? Even after everything that’s happened?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Especially after everything that’s happened.” Dark said.

You simply smiled in response as the two of you walked down the road to a nearby bar. You weren’t sure if he had said anything else to you, you were too consumed in your own thoughts. This seemed too easy, after everything that had happened.

You were a district attorney. One that got shot at a party held by Mark himself. You didn’t blame William. Mark set everything up. A bitter man who fell victim to insanity. You had considered resenting Dark for what they did, but at the same time..

You knew deep down that this was a best scenario, as shitty as it was. You wouldn’t have survived. Of course Damien would pick his sister over you, even if you were close. You would’ve done the same. You did die, after all. Your time was up.

Mark just couldn’t let you stay dead, could he? Pulling you into his games, forcing you to be his partner, his love interest. That was the thing. Dark had tried to reach you so many times, but you never remembered. Until now. What was different? Was the space adventure a finale of sorts? Was Mark’s grasp on you finally slipping? You didn’t know.

“... Captain..”

“Captain.”

“Captain!”

You snapped back into reality, as Dark held you by the shoulders, attempting to ground you.

“Are you alright?” She asked, eyebrows knitted together.

“Yeah.. Yeah, I’m okay.” You sighed, “Just.. thinking.”

“Yeah? About what?” They raised an eyebrow.

“He.. He really did take away everything from us. What’s the point of it all?” You asked.

He didn’t respond at first, hugging you tightly.

“Making sure that bastard stays dead.”

#markiplier #markiplier egos #who killed markiplier #wkm #actor mark #wkm district attorney #darkiplier #darkiplier x reader #one sided relationship #one sided actor mark x reader #gravity falls au #wkm gravity falls au #x reader #gender neutral reader #da reader #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier x reader #prologue

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chronic-boogara · 2 years

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since the ask wants to be a bitch i’m going to do it like this :) thank you so much for ask love bug <3 as someone who had an eating disorder all throughout highschool i can relate to this. this was a bit hard for me to write that’s why it took a million years. it’s a huge struggle but it will slowly get better. love you so much.

this is for the sweet @robin-the-enby <3

TW:EATING DISORDER !!!!!!

vincent sinclair

•let’s be honest here. vince suffers from his own mental health issues so he is v empathetic about it all he won’t make you feel bad about it or tease you. he wants to help you get better.

•will keep an eye on you. he’s always worried about you. obv he’ll give you space when needed but don’t be surprised if you find him sneaking around.

•won’t force you to eat but will suggest you eat some crackers now and then. he doesn’t want you to pass out y/n , you need your energy in this house.

•he’ll celebrate your lil milestones with you !! maybe you go a week without throwing anything up or maybe you ate a full meal every day this week vince will throw a lil party for you just to show you how proud he is of you.

•he loves you more than anything and is honored you feel safe enough to tell him about your issues.

bo sinclair

•he doesn’t understand an eating disorder. you’ll have to explain it to him. he is just as mentally ill as his twin but he refuses to act upon it.

•he’s still confused but he tries his best to be understanding. he never ever forces you to eat. if he’s eating something he’ll be sure to ask you if it’s okay.

•may not be the best at comforting you BUT he will listen and do his best to advise you. having someone to at least hear you out is what one needs sometimes.

•he just wants you to know he loves you just the way you are. he will leave little notes on your room saying simple things like you’re beautiful or i’m proud of you just to kind of get his message across

•when you’re feeling extra down and having an especially hard time bo will go out and get you flowers. it’s date night. just so you have something else to focus on. it’s okay if you don’t feel like it that’s okay too bo will happily stay in with you.

lester sinclair

•it scares him a bit at first. to find out you’re treating yourself like this is kind of a shock for him. he wouldn’t dream of making you feel bad about it though he’ll give you a hug and apologize for not realizing sooner

•he reads a lot!! after he discovered what’s going on he’ll search the ends of the earth for a remedy to make you feel a bit better. he doesn’t want you to have to struggle every day

•doesn’t force you to eat. hell lightly suggest small snacks here and there but never ever forces you

•loves you more than life itself. he wants to the best for you no matter what. your struggle doesn’t define you and he makes sure you understand that.

#slasher x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers

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chronicallybloodless · 7 months

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Heavy to Hold - Chapter 9

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Pairing: Astarion x enby!tav Status: in progress Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Genre: angst/comfort | slow burn Alternating second-person POV Contains spoilers for the whole game basically TW: it's an astarion fic: descriptions of trauma, abuse, sexual violence, etc. | smut | full tag list on AO3 Read from the beginning: AO3 | Tumblr Listen to the Playlist

Your thoughts swirled. You were out here alone with them. How many times had you dreamed that something like this would happen—to have a chance to taste them? But that would mean either revealing what you are or killing them, and you didn’t particularly want to do either. If you didn’t kill them, would they let you live, knowing what you are?

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Astarion's POV

“Tav?” You slowly blinked as your surroundings came back into focus. Your encounter with the bear had not gone as you’d hoped, as evidenced by the searing pain in your chest and your tattered, blood-soaked clothes. Tav was kneeling over you, tears running down their face, as they focused on a healing spell that was slowly piecing you back together. “What are you…..how….”

“I know you’re pissed at me,” Their voice trembled as they spoke. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to help you.”

“I….” All the color had left their face, and you wondered how long they had been out here with you. You didn’t expect that they would have come looking for you at all. “What happened?”

“You lost a fight with a bear.”

“Ah,” A wave of pain washed over you, eliciting a groan. You thought for a moment about what might have happened if they hadn’t found you.

“My healing spell isn’t the best; we should really get you back to camp so Shadowheart can do this properly.”

You rose slightly so you could inspect your wounds. The claw marks had all closed, leaving some nasty bruises peeking out from your tattered shirt.

“It would appear that you’ve already done that,” You said with a frown. “Although this is going to require more than a quick mend.”

“I’d still feel better if she looked at you,” Tav replied, ending their spell with a sigh. They looked exhausted. It dawned on you that they likely didn’t get any rest.

“I’m fine, really.” You started to rise so you could return to camp, but your legs buckled under you. Pain aside, you didn’t manage to actually feed yourself during your ill-fated encounter. The hunger was making you weak.

“You seem fine.” They offered you a hand.

You decided that you would take the risk, assuring yourself that you could always kill them later if necessary. For now, you needed your strength back.

“Tav….I need to ask you for something.”

“I can’t give you a piggy back ride back to camp.”

“Tav.” You gave them a look that you hoped would convey the gravity of the situation. “Please just….hear me out.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m….hungry.” You felt a sense of shame at the words. The hunger always made you feel monstrous, reminding you that, definitionally, you weren’t a living person. “And it’s made me weak.” You looked down, unable to hold their gaze. You knew they wouldn’t look at you the same way ever again once you told them. The trust would be gone, replaced by the scrutinizing gaze of someone trying to decide whether a stray dog would attack. And if they couldn’t trust you, you would have to be the monster they thought you were.

“Were you…..trying to eat a bear?” They questioned.

“Yes,” You replied. “But I wasn’t strong enough. It’s been too long.”

“So….what can I do to help you?” You turned to look at them. They hadn’t shut you down, which meant that they might be willing to give you what you needed.

“I….I need a drink.” You paused, trying to find the best words. “I need blood.”

“So….the red eyes aren’t a Drow thing?”

“No….it’s….a vampire thing.” It felt odd, saying the words out loud.

“Huh.” Not the response you were expecting, but it was better than screaming. “So, the nighttime walks were…..”

“Yeah.”

“But…we walk around in the sun?”

“A pleasant side effect of our tadpoles, it would seem.” They were taking this awfully well. Then again, your other companions included a devil-sworn warlock, a tiefling from the hells, and whatever the hell Lae’zel was, so perhaps on that scale a vampire isn’t that bad.

“Does you dinner usually get the better of you?”

“I uh…..it’s a long story. Suffice it to say that I’m not used to hunting like this.” You decided not to admit that you had been living off of dungeon rats for two centuries.

“You still haven’t told me what you want from me.”

“I…well clearly I’ve been less than successful at hunting this evening. Technically I can go quite a long time without feeding, but……it would leave me weak. I wouldn’t be contributing much to the team.” You hoped appealing to their sense of comradery would help sway them.

“So, what does that mean you want?”

“Would it be possible for me to….um…..have some of your blood?” Some more of your blood, you thought, recalling their sweet taste from the night you met. The thought of tasting them again practically made your mouth water.

“How much?”

They’ll do it? You tried not to look shocked. After everything, they still trusted you enough to let you bite them.

“Just enough to get my strength back, I swear.”

“Alright.”

“Alright?” You weren’t entirely sure you weren’t dreaming.

“You can have some of my blood, but I expect you to be nicer to me after this.”

The fact that you had contemplated killing them was making you feel conflicted. You hadn’t even considered a possibility where they easily agreed. It made you feel guilty, like you were taking advantage of them. It also made you feel stupid for not trying to ask them before now.

“Tav, I….”

“And we don’t have to tell the others, if you don’t want to.”

“You’d do that?” You hadn’t considered the others. Just because Tav was okay with you being a vampire didn’t necessarily mean they all would be. “You’d keep my secret?”

“You’ve kept mine, haven’t you?”

“Well yes but….I don’t know why it’s a secret.” You couldn’t fathom how “I work at a brothel” and “I’m a blood-sucking vampire spawn” were equivalent secrets. “I mean, I’m keeping secrets so I don’t get staked in my sleep by our resident monster hunter. I don’t understand why you are telling everyone you’re just some common bard.”

“People look at you differently.” They nervously rubbed their hands. “When they know.”

“I….I suppose I understand that.” You were doing the same thing, after all. Of course you understood. Perhaps their secret wouldn’t result in people attacking them, but it would certainly change how people would interact with them. You were glad now that you were able to tell Tav honestly what you were, rather than them finding out by accident.

“I’m still trying to figure out how you knew.”

“It isn’t everyday that someone comes across someone like you in Baldur’s Gate.” The look on their face suggested they didn’t think that was as flattering as you had intended it to be. “I only wish that we had been more formally introduced.”

“But how did you know? Were you…a client?”

“Oh heavens no.” You ran a hand through your hair, trying to piece together a plausible story that had enough of the truth in it. “However, having seen you, radiantly gorgeous as you are, dressed somewhat….provocatively, shall we say, in the general vicinity of an establishment named for a goddess of hedonistic pleasure, well……”

“Ouch.” They gestured dramatically. “That’s an awfully round about way of saying that I look like a whore.”

“That isn’t what I meant I—” There wasn’t really a better way you could have said that, even if you did tell them the whole truth. Mercifully, they didn’t look upset. “Besides, it’s not like I look like some upstanding member of society.”

“You do though. Practically regal, even.” You didn’t recall enough about your face to know how much of that was a joke. You hoped it was mostly true. “Smirking aside.”

You both chuckled. You felt relieved. You had never told anyone what you were before. You never expected that someone could know the truth and not immediately attack you. They weren’t treating you any differently at all. You looked at them, a world of new possibilities opening up in front of you. They really did trust you. And you felt like you could trust them, at least a little.

“So, how do we do this?” They asked, breaking you out of your own thoughts. “The uh, blood drinking.”

Right, that. You had thought about this exact situation many times before—about how you would want to drink from someone, from Tav specifically. But now that you had the opportunity to actually do it, your mind was blank.

“I…must confess I’ve never actually drank from a person before.”

“Really?”

“Yes well, we can get into the tragic details later if you insist.” You felt like an embarrassed schoolboy all of a sudden. You decided to go for the classic—a bite on the neck. “Can you lie back?”

They complied, holding your gaze as they lowered onto their back in the grass. You recalled the last time they had looked at you like this and a wave of hunger and lust fell over you.

You straddled them, baring your fangs, anticipation building in your core. You started to lean over them when you realized you were hungry for more than just their blood. If you positioned yourself like this, you wouldn’t be able to hide your arousal from them. You paused, trying to decipher whether that would be a welcome feeling for them. Going for the throat had already gone poorly for you once tonight.

They were looking up at you inquisitively, their eyes eager. The look in their eyes suggested that something more than blood drinking wouldn’t be out of the question, but you didn’t really want to start that with dry humping.

“I….” You shifted your weight back. “If we’re going keep this between us, a mark on your neck is going to be somewhat obvious.”

“Okay….what would you suggest?”

Your mind raced with possibilities.

“Well there’s you wrist, but you do need those to stay in good condition.” They nodded in agreement.

“Which would leave….your thigh.” You hoped you had shifted far enough back that they didn’t feel you stiffen. If there was one way to know whether they would be interested in further advances, biting their inner thigh would certainly tell you everything you wanted to know.

“Well that’s awfully forward of you.” They cocked an eyebrow at you. You couldn’t read their tone.

“The whole bloody thing is awfully forward.” You panicked, worried that you may have moved too quickly. “I’ll just go for your neck; if the others see, they see.” You took the opportunity to move off of them, attempting to make more room in your trousers as you did.

“No….thigh will be fine.”

“Tav honestly you don’t have to.”

“And I’m telling you it’s fine.” They smiled at you as they spoke, the eagerness still in their eyes. “I don’t want to put you in a position that you don’t want to be in. You can trust me—I won’t tell them.”

They were going to give you everything you asked for, just like that. You weren’t really sure how to take it.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“I…..because I’m a monster.” You sighed. You felt tangled in knots again. Everything you wanted was sitting there on a platter. Why couldn’t you just take it?

“You don’t look like a monster to me.”

“….There’s so much you don’t know.” You remembered that night on the beach, how close you came to killing them, directly or indirectly. You wondered if they would be this willing if they remembered that night. The thought made you feel guilty.

“Maybe you’ll trust me enough to tell me some day.” They placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “But until then, you need to eat, and I don’t want you getting into any more fights with bears.”

“I…..thank you, Tav.” You decided the guilt was a fair price to pay for what you were about to experience.

They laid back down, their eyes still locked on yours. You positioned yourself between their legs and exposed the pale skin of their thigh. You watched them breathing steadily as the anticipation built. They were yours.

You pressed your lips against the soft skin of their thigh, eliciting a moan that made you wish you could taste more than their blood. You steadied them with a grip on their hip, bearing your fangs as you decided where to place your first mark.

You sank your teeth into them, swallowing hungrily as their rapid pulse filled your mouth with their taste. You tightened your grip on them as your cock twitched. Their clothes barely covered the wetness gathering between their legs. You hoped you would have enough time before sunrise to indulge yourself, but for now you were content to sate your hunger. Their taste was intoxicating, causing you to moan hungrily as you drank.

You weren’t sure how long you had been draining them, but their weakening pulse and soft moans suggested it had been a while.

“Aaahh,” They tried to say something as they ran a hand through your hair. You forced yourself to stop drinking, taking in one last gulp before you pulled away. You wiped a trickle of their blood from your mouth. As difficult as it was to pull away, you felt it was better to make sure Tav would live to be drunk another day.

“Perhaps I should have prepared a bandage first…” They were looking up at you with the eager eyes of a lover who hadn’t had enough, but it looked like they could barely hold their head up. Between their magic and their blood, you had completely drained them of energy.

You tore a piece of cloth from your shirt to use as a bandage, deciding that any further indulgence would have to wait for another night.

“Tav?”

“Mmmmm.” Their eyes were fluttering shut. You had hoped they had enough energy left to get back to camp, but it was looking like that wasn’t the case.

“Tav??” You checked their pulse. It was weak, but steady. They just needed a good rest. “I….may have drank a bit more than I should have.”

“Mmmmmhhmmmmmmm” Their head lolled to the side in a weak nod. “So…..woozy……..”

“Blood loss does tend to do that.” You’d never seen Tav like this; they were so comfortable, so vulnerable. You could have just killed them and they didn’t seem to have a care in the world. Did they feel that safe with you?

You recalled the bruises they had when you first met. You thought to yourself that Tav’s kindness—or perhaps naivety—seemed to put them in situations where they got hurt. After all, they were nearly unconscious right now because they had shown kindness to you at their own expense.

You took their hand in yours as you tried to sort out how you felt about everything. Tav’s trust would certainly work to your advantage for as long as you could maintain it, but the idea of taking advantage of it made you feel conflicted. And the idea of anyone else taking advantage of it made your blood boil.

“Thank you, Tav. I won’t forget this.”

You spent a moment taking in their contented expression as they dozed off, only to hear Shadowheart approaching from the woods.

“What in the nine hells happened out here?”

You realized that kneeling in a pool of blood with Tav out cold wasn’t a great look.

“I uh…ran into a bear.”

“A bear?” Shadowheart crossed her arms as she took in the scene.

“Three bears, actually, thought I had initially only seen the one. They weren’t happy that my walk interrupted their nap.”

“Okay, then what happened to Tav?”

“They….came looking for me.” You said, you voice softer than you had anticipated. “They found me collapsed out here, and they used a healing spell to bring me back.”

“So why are they unconscious?” Shadowheart didn’t seem to appreciate the moment you were having.

“Too much spell,” Tav mumbled, eyes blinking rapidly as they tried to rouse themselves. “Not enough sleep.”

You were grateful they were still awake enough to help make sure no one—particularly you—got maced, and even more grateful that they seemed to be keeping their promise to not tell the others the real reason they were so spent.

“Next time I’m leaving the healing spells to you.” Tav said through a yawn.

“Why didn’t you come wake me?” Shadowheart had knelt next to them now, checking them for injuries.

“He was bleeding out, i honestly just sort of reacted on instinct.” Tav protested. They shot a quick glance at you as they pressed their thighs closer together to hide the bloodied scrap of shirt you had used as a bandage.

“Are you pleased with yourself, Astarion? Putting others at risk because you are too stupid not to walk up to bears?” Shadowheart glared at you, clearly blaming you for Tav’s condition.

“Well the situation is a bit more complicated than that.” You protested. “I promise from now on I will stay closer to camp.”

“Good, you had everyone worried sick.” She huffed. “Worried for Tav, I mean.” Ouch.

“I think we need to start using the buddy system.” Tav suggested with a mischievous smirk.

“Excuse you, I do not require supervision.” You retorted. You were rethinking some of your kinder thoughts about them.

“Now Astarion, which of us needed to be rescued tonight?” They looked at you expectantly.

“…..me.”

You might have their trust, but that didn’t mean you were in control in this situation. If anything, knowing your secret put them in a stronger position.

Hells.

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Hello!

Firstly, I just wanted to say that I admire your blog.

Your posts have given me a new insight on affirmations and manifestation.

Thank you so much for helping myself as well others.

Now, if it’s alright, I would like to tell you a little about myself…

I discovered subliminals about 2 1/2 years ago, and I’ve been extremely interested in them ever since.

I’ve read hundreds of stories of people getting results (sometimes even major results); and it makes me so happy for them - and excited that maybe I too can manifest great things for myself.

Unfortunately, I haven’t really had much luck manifesting…

It seems like no matter how much I listen to a subliminal, meditate, write affirmations down, change my mindset, etc. Nothing seems to work, and it really brings me down…

Some people get results instantly; but me? Nothing…

I’m a transgender man, and I’ve really tried to make a solid effort to manifest a body that better matches my gender identity. It hasn’t worked though…

I also tried to manifest money to help my family, but that hasn’t seemed to work either.

Right now, for about a month and a half now, I’ve been religiously listening to a subliminal to change my eye color - as well as meditating while visualizing, writing down affirmations, and even trying the “water technique”, but sadly, my eyes pretty much look the same as when I started…

I figured since I can’t drastically change my body or get a large sum of money, I should start with something small - like changing my eyes; but even making a minor change like getting a different eye color hasn’t been working out for me…

The only notable thing that happened recently was I had a dream the other night that I was looking in the mirror, and I was watching my eyes change into my desired eye color. I was so happy! Sadly, it was only a dream though…

With all of that being said…

I would humbly like to ask if you have any sort of advice for me? - Only if you would be willing to give, of course.

Since you seem to have an excellent grasp, as well as experience on the subject of manifestation - turning thoughts into reality.

Any input would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for your time!

Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words, I really appreciate them 🥰

As a transmasc enby, I feel your pain on this one 😭

So to me it sounds like you might have a problem with your mindset. You keep doing methods and listening to subliminals, but you go into it thinking that it won't work because it hasn't in the past, you even said "since I can't drastically change my body or get large suns of money" that mindset has to go out the window right now!! Take some time to work on your self concept, there are plenty of subs for it!! I recommend ones that have benefits like: "trust in your power to manifest," "let go of the old story," etc.

After you've gotten it into your mind that you CAN manifest anything you desire, the biggest thing is making sure you don't waver! Keep persisting, and don't let the 3D tell you that you "don't have it yet" because you DO have it!! Remember, the 3D is the LAST thing to mirror your new mindset, if you start noticing things like dreams or random thoughts about having your desires, you're on the right track!!

For me, having a dream about my desire is a HUGE sign that my mind is being saturated! If I think about it enough, I dream it, so for me that's a sign that you're doing a good job so far! Don't give up just because you don't see it yet, your mind is in the process of accepting it as true. Just don't feed your mind the opposite of what you want, and what you want will come.

Overview:

Work on your self concept! Listen to self concept subliminals with benefits like, "ignore the 3D," "trust you ability to manifest," "let go of the old story," etc

Don't base your success off the 3D. The goal is to tell your mind that you have it. Use your thoughts that you have it as proof, because that's how you teach your subconscious that what you're telling it is true!

Things like dreams and random thoughts about having your desire are good signs! You're doing well, keep it up!!

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