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morganalatina21 · 11 months

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Twelve

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: yo yo! (Timmy's voice). I know, I know, it's been a rough couple of months since I last posted something but i was just starting college (i passed in one of the top best in my country so I'm really glad), and now that everything's outta the way I can go back to writing so better get used to receive some news from me baby!

Aaand, Ik this one's a little shorter than usual but i just wanted to announce that im back so... yeah

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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When summer came and Harry had to go back to Hogwarts and then back to his uncle’s house, Sirius was ready to throw hands.

The remaining marauders grew a very solid anger towards their old headmaster after everything Y/n and Regulus told them about, and were ready to disobey him one more time, however after some long days of talking, they decided to play the game.

If Dumbledore was allowed to lie to them and risk their lives as if they were a bunch of pawns, so could the Order.

So Harry, Hermione and Ron went to Hogwarts to finish their fifth school year, the Potter would write letters to his sister everyday and once every two days they’d talk through the fireplace.

He’d tell her how his day was, how he missed the twins fooling around, how Umbridge was such a pink bitch he could throw up; and Y/n would give small hints about how their search for the Horcruxes was going, and the best way to hex his professor without her knowing.

He avoided referring to her as a sister, and just went with “a very dear friend”, and also never mentioned Dumbledore, just in case he decided to somehow capture Edwiges and read the messages.

But they were so happy being able to talk to each other basically everyday after being almost sixteen years apart.

The boy was happy he, for once, could write home, to someone who was actually interested, some family.

Of course, before, he had Sirius, but the man saw him as a replacement for James, and Harry viewed him the same way; this was different, he didn’t saw Y/n as his mother, neither did her.

But it was pretty clear he was jealous whenever someone else interacted with her.

Like this time when Hermione told him she sent a letter to Y/n to ask about some potions and how she was healing, Harry turned red immediately and wondered why she was so worried if she wasn’t her sister.

Or whenever they were talking through the fireplace and Regulus would be right beside her in the room.

“It’s like” He mumbled, “You guys have your own families and I don’t interfere, let me have mine!”

Speaking about her healing, it took longer than expected, and she hid that from Harry, not wanting the boy to worry over nothing, but Regulus only allowed her to step out of the bedroom when her brother was going back to Petunia’s house.

“Honestly, I do think I will die here.” She confessed one day when he came in with her meal. “But of boredom.”

The day Harry had to go back to his uncle's, he decided to see his sister one last time before spending the entire summer without her.

And everyone got a pretty clear view from Harry's jealousy that day.

Remus left the house to receive the golden trio outside, not knowing an exact hour they'd be there, so it was just Regulus and Sirius downstairs and Y/n in her room.

The kids' presence not being exactly announced when they arrived, both Black Brothers thinking she'd be asleep and didn't wanted to bother the poor girl.

Well, they were wrong.

Because her voice came loud and clear, not even a little groggy: "Hey Reggie?"

They perked up at that, the man standing up.

"I'm bored, do you wanna come lay with me so I can play with your hair?"

Their eyes widened, staring at the younger Black in pure shock. He nodded his head at them, as in greeting goodbye and started going upstairs.

Mid-way he started running towards her, knowing she'd probably change her mind if he took too long. "Yes!"

Harry was fuming, as red as Ron's hair.

He busted into his sister’s room and finding her messing with Regulus’ curls. The boy shooed him away harshly and dropped his own head on her lap, staring at the Black with a cold glare that made Y/n laugh.

After a couple minutes, they decided to hang out with everyone else, and Harry would never leave his sister, following her around like a shadow and even making Regulus jealous, and it was so comic for his brother.

She told Harry things they couldn't talk about through letters, like the possessor's training that Reggie was responsible for, or how the Horcruxes hunt was going in full details.

"That reminds me, I got something for you." Y/n announced before sprinting upstairs, to which Regulus was really unhappy about. But she then came back a few moments later, with an old and messy hairbrush on one hand. "It was our father's, it's the only thing I have from him and I want you to have it."

"Are you sure?" He reluctantly asked, holding it as if it could break and disappear if he as much breathed on it. But Y/n shook her head yes with a huge smile.

"Consider it an early birthday gift."

The boy felt his eyes watering, sucking in a hiccup and holding the Potter in a tight hug that almost made him cry his eyes out.

Throughout the rest of the year, Harry would look at the hairbrush almost as if he was begging for his dad's guidance. He felt back on his third year, standing by the lake, with Sirius and his own image passing out on the other side, waiting for his dad to come and save the day.

Except that right now, he knew it was basically his own mind giving him advice. The boy was desesperately trying not to get his hopes high that Y/n could bring them back to life.

She sure was powerful, but after her death she appeared to get weaker and weaker by the day.

He'd get letters from Remus or one of the Black brothers saying she was too sick to write, that they'd keep him uptaded on any important news.

But how could Harry stay fucking calm? Deep down, he felt lied to. He had no reason to suspect his godfather or his sistser's godfather, but Merlin there was something wrong.

And he was right.

Because a week after he arrived at the Dursley's, Regulus Black woke up to an empty bed except for himself.

Calling out her name, no answer.

The basement just as empty as the bed.

Sirius and Remus? Clueless.

Kreacher? Obliviated.

Y/n Potter was, once again, missing.

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atomicengineerdetective · 3 months

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I've been watching Hazbin Hotel in prime. Just watched episode 5 and I gotta ask

Why, oh, WHY DON'T I SEE MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT "MORE THAN ANYTHING" WHEN TALKING ABOUT THE HAZBIN HOTEL MUSIC???

Like I get it, the song before it "Hell's Greatest Dad" Is a bop reminiscent of other music from the era its parodying. I loved it.

BUT why are you only putting clips of that song when this MASTERPIECE comes a few minutes after

I honestly don't even know where to begin with this song. The visuals are beautiful, especially when we get moments like this where you can just see the absolute LOVE this man has for her daughter is so sweet and Heartwarming I just-

The voices are fenomenal but what else can you expect from the broadway talents of Erika Henningsen and Jeremy Jordan.

There is also the whole Symbolism with passing the baton to the next generation and stuff. I- I can't even get into the specifics right now Im too emotional.

But above all else THE LYRICS

ESPECIALLY THAT LAST ONE

"I'M GRATEFUL YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER/FATHER MORE THAN ANYTHING"

DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY?? CAUSE I AM. I AM BAWLING MY EYES OUT RIGHT NOW.

It's just so fucking beautiful man. Probably the best song I will hear all year. Obviously my favorite from Hazbin.

#Call me Sir Pentious cause Im crying like a baby over here.#WHY HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS GEM FROM ME. THIS ABSOLUTE DIAMOND #I didnt even mention lyrics like “I've been dying to find out who you are. looks like the apple doesnt fall far.”#“You are a part of who I am” “you are the only thing worth fighting for” that just BREAK ME #but oh well #BTW of course I was gonna watch and become obsessed with Hazbin Hotel. I am a theater kid that loves animation. It was like meant for me #could do with a little less obsenities but thats alright its a staple of the show #On another note I almost went insane when I found out lucifer was Jeremy Jordan.#Like its insane how that man always ends up in my obsessions. Newsies. Tangled the series. The Death Note Musical #(Im team L btw in death note but GOD Jeremy's singing made me reconsider for a milisecond in Where's the justice he is just THAT GOOD)#Erika I knew from the mean girls musical which I also deeply enjoy #its Insane the Talent this show brought in. my theater kid heart is ELATED #Last thing is I gotta say I LOVED Lucifer #Like I thought I was gonna hate him because everyone was talking about charlie's daddy issues #I thought he was gonna be neglectful and manipulative #BUT NO. He is a silly (little) father who just loves his daughter but doesnt know how to show it #And had DREAMS and AMBITION and fate in humanity. And he is just such a fun character to follow I had such a riot with this episode #Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #charlotte morningstar

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toomanythoughts4myhead · 5 months

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Ballads never end well and neither do we

Summary: What if Coriolanus Snow hadn’t managed to kill his lover back in district 12? What if the face haunting his life for the past three years comes back in flesh and bone? Will things be different this time or will he repeat the same mistakes? Plots are formed and truths hidden in plain sight are brough to life.

Pairings: young!Coriolaus Snow x reader

A/N: A story i wrote on a whim based on a thirsty 2 am thought, turns way too long(i am unwell for this man) and surpsingly depressing. RIP to all the fangirls who came for thirst (me) we gettin the sad hour. Hope you enjoy and thank you for reading in advance! Your interest means the world to me and wish you a pleasent morning, day, night. Dont let the Snow bite.

PS: there will be smut eventually, sadly there will be plot too

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(Prologue) Where my sorrows went to die

A drop of poison goes a long way

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shummthechumm · 9 months

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yellowfang genuinely believing that because brokenstar was "cursed" and that her (being manipulated into) giving him up...her loosing her daughters at birth...and that this meant she was incapable of birthing and raising a cat like firestar....ooooo...

then later projecting herself onto leafpool having the three...which, as old as their prophecy is, i would imagine causing some unrest in starclan....her children having a "pre-determined" destiny, being born against the same rules that brokenstar was...

both leaf and yellow and their similar powers...its all too much really

#rewrite tag #shummy screaming into the void #wc #just the fact that she was forced to give up her kids and being gaslighted into believing that she bought a cursed life into the world for #reason that she was foolish enough to go against the code and fall in love #with a shitty partner #in her eyes if she had just followed the code many lives couldve been saved #she is constantly reminded even in death of her sins #and now leafpool is in an extremely similar situation??? with a prophecy/omen that predates even yellowfangs life???#trauma resurfacing babey!!!#hollyleaf going haywire would only reinforce this in her eyes #we can also go with the angle that her manipulation of squilf leaf and jay was a direct result of her feeling the need to overcompensate fo #her own 'mistakes' and yadda yadda #i didnt even mention her potential relationship with goosefeather #aka the first chronological super powered cat in the series #not just clairvoyant i mean full on power overload

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thefawnfallacy · 14 days

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I’m thinking about Hannibal and Mischa and how Hannibal is a monster but before he was a monster, he was still this growing thing trying very hard to fit into his human skin that simply ceased speaking because the brain was a monster but the heart was just a very small, very sad boy who loved his sister and then perhaps, hated his sister for making him feel the things she did when her death was used to nourish his body.

#I watched Hannibal rising a few months ago and I think often about how Hannibal #is seen as someone who is deeply traumatised by the death of his sister and parents but I don’t think he really interpreted it as trauma #so much as he interpreted it as a puppy being thrown into a cage interprets that it is being punished #Hannibal is not a traditional psychopath because he has feelings he’s a very low empathy person compared to will’s high empathy but that’s #not why he’s a monster #Hannibal is a monster because he delighted in killing those men who hurt his sister more than he enjoyed the act of revenge #because he likes to watch people experience the same cannibalism as he did #and he likes to manipulate and hurt and feign humanity but in reality #if the opportunity arose #he would gladly eat mischa again to punish her because eating for him is a form of punishment #he sees humans as little more than pigs but he’s also needlessly cruel in the way he slaughters them because he enjoys it but remember that #he is not a traditional psychopath which means that he likely never killed animals or anything as a child so if humans are pigs to him #it’s because he intentionally sees them that way #i’m rambling #hannibal #hannibal series #nbc hannibal #hannibal rising #mischa lecter #hannibal lecter #hannibal meta #kinda

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tomatoland · 8 months

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Honestly, if I didn't know Only Friends was a Thai BL/BL-adjacent, I would start to suspect Mew wasn't real. Because he speaks like Ray’s and Top's better angel, saying the things you would expect a therapist to say.

Why he's omniscient and mysterious

Why he's the narrator

That everything happening now is not really happening because Mew is the one person who could have saved Top and Ray from disaster, their own self-destructive behavior, but he doesn't exist.

Because if Top hadn't met Mew would he still be in Boston's clutches, being manipulated and having his boundaries violated, cheating on whoever was his current bf or Beam's, using harder and harder drugs and sex to seek obliteration.

And here with Ray. Obviously this scene is very much about Ray and Khaotung did an amazing job, but notice how Ray doesn't react much to Mew' physical presence and if Mew were not there, this scene could have played out in the exactly the same way. Maybe Mew is the loving presence that Ray badly needed. Or maybe Mew is Ray's guardian angel and this is "I'm with you til the very end"

Because doesn’t this seem similar

Everyone is so mad at my boy, Mew, but he's doing the best he can. He just can't interact much with the physical plane. That's why he has to use persuasion to convince everybody, duh.

All this being said, Only Friends IS a BL about relationships, so this is not going to be the case.

I'm still gonna need to see Mew interacting with other people besides Top and Ray ASAP though.

#only friends mew #ofts #only friends the series #only friends series #tw: death #ofts meta #topmew #raymew #ooof made myself cry with this one #super sorry for any emotional damage caused 🙏#i started this yday because im working on a post because im really over ppl saying mew is manipulative when he’s actually just persuading #i probably wouldnt have posted this but i saw that raymew poster earlier about how mew never calls ray a burden he chooses other words #and down the rabbit hole i went

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angievores · 3 months

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PIT BABE, The hot mess.

I feel like the story was just adapted from novel on surface level and they didn't really creat much changes except giving some screentime to side characters. Way was the same friend as novel but they write flashbacks so people would feel little sympathetic about his death. But things got turned how they turned because Nut acted too fabulously out of his character. His eyes always expressed a sadness that it created a past story which wasn't written in script and made people feel for him more.

On the other hand ( don't hate me for this) ,Charlie actor didn't delivered his character on the same level. And so in the end people end up sympathizing with Way more. Like whenever Way looks at Babe, anyone can believe this man is sadly pining after his 10 year one sided love. Whenever Babe looks at Charlie, love droops from his face and it's in his sparkling eyes that says Charlie means world to him. Whereas, Charlie most of times he appears as.... yk reading the script.( swallow the bitter pill) . Even in supposedly emotionally charged scenes like in ep 7 confrontation or in ep 9 him saving Babe, his expression just doesn't appear as much compelling or convincing. At most he was just a prop while Pavel carried their whole love arc emotions. ( It might be different for novel readers as they had context but I as just series watcher felt so. Tbh, I see more chemistry in PavelPooh bts scenes or events and interviews than on screen. Their visual slays. ). That might be why I couldn't get into main cp scenes and was about to drop at ep 3, but then restaurant scene of Way and Babe in ep 4 caught my interest and the chemistry ( even as friends) was spotted there and I continued to see more of how Way character or his dynamic with Babe is gonna turn out. ( And AlanJeff happened and so saved the show for me. Sorry not sorry. )

But actors acting skills doesn't really make that much difference as most of the times script compensates for it by NOT writing any chemistrying scenes with any other character.

So, I don't understand where the directors were going with when they gave so many emotionally charged scenes to Babe and Way. These two were fabulous prettiest criers as ice on cake. And their toxic codependent homosexual friendship/relationship was very well fleshed out. Babe got a new boy, and we saw all of Way jealousy, pining, manipulation, loneliness. Babe going to him after Way is upset, their fight, his constant ' you're my best friend, I love u. ' Their slow falling apart, ugly betrayal, past betrayal relationship and apologies and end death.

Like after finale there might be something we felt we didn't got from fixed pairs , whether BabeCharlie, AlanJeff, NorthSonic. But there isn't anything that could be felt lacking from Babe Way relationship ( whatever more than friends less than lovers, toxic but wanting, torturous/ codependent / possesive friendship not friendship their relationship was ) . This relationship arc was fully delivered in all of it's gloriously doomed tragedy.

So it kinda felt like Way and Babe were main characters and their tragic story was main focus. But since tragedies doesn't attract people, they pretended Babe and his love for Charlie was main focus. ( yes, Change lied till the end).

Yeah, i also don't wanna believe this, but there wasn't any step we didn't see of their relationship. Way pinning after his friend for a decade, doing everything to separate him from other lovers but never confessing himself. Taking care of him, by his side always, waiting , snapping when finding himself at the edge and with one decision ruining everything, ignoring the love of another men, then dying saving his only love.. Like can you see MY LOVE MIGHT BE TOXIC BUT IT WAS TRUTH AND MAYBE WAS TOO MUCH FOR YOU And Babe crying, forgiving other of everything in instant, , saying I won't be angry at you anymore. Crying I love u three times at the end when Way was taking his last breadths, if that was what all Way wanted to hear Babe would say it, in desperation for other to not leave him anyhow. Even after receiving worst and most hurtful betrayal of his life, still not letting go of other. Wishing to meet in next life. Can you see this MY LOVE MAYBE WAS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU BUT IT WAS TOO DEEP FOR ME AND TRUE TO ITS ENDS.

Did you see it? THE CINEMA. 💀

I mean i also get that sloppy writing mess, illogical death instead of good redemption arc, undigestable instant forgiveness from Babe, pointless Pete Kenta triangle. But if we take what show delivered, that's what ( Way Babe) they served us on gold platter. We just ignoring it bcz our fave ships. Trust me I was also too immersed in pete way myself but you see when Way got shot Pete didn't come running to him and was holding Charlie while Tony delivered that monologue. Pete ( the man who is supposed to have good body balance and never missing his targets) couldn't shoot Tony and was listening the blabbering while Way was bleeding on floor. Like 🙃💀 I'm sorry, His death scene was written so bad. 😭. They all cried but no one pressed on his wounds, neither anyone called ambulance. He was alive for like ten minutes to talk to Babe. Atleast they should have given him a good death scene 😭. Way deserved that much atleast.

#Pit babe fucking delivered fully on their toxic codependent manipulative possessive homesexual tragic love.#Even though most probably they didn't intended too )#but Pavel and Nut just took their roles too seriously #Lmao and the tragedy created itself #Change please let them meet in next life ( next series)#On a side note I want Supanut to choose a next role where he doesn't die #That's all I want from him #Like come on that man is too pretty to die twice #pit babe the series #babeway #pit babe #way pit babe #Ok except Way death I actually enjoyed this show a lot #It was a good trashy watch which never bored me and I enjoyed the bondings between other characters #This show was never meant for something deep so it delivered

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 6 months

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You can't Follow Your Heart if there's a Stake Through It part seven

TW: minor character death, decapitation, blood, murder in self defense, panic attack, claustrophobia, misgendering, emotional manipulation, referenced necrophilia, referenced child death, referenced taxidermy of a sentient species, implied domestic violence, human whumper, vampire whumpee

Jacob took Sydney's words to heart, and decided to get Rurik a pet that wasn't some creepy crawly thing. He wasn't huge on animals, but cats were more tolerable than dogs, so he made up his mind to adopt one from the local shelter.

One caught his attention, running up to him as soon as he walked into the cat room. It rubbed its forehead against his leg, purring loudly enough to be heard over the meows permeating the room. It looked so much like when Rurik took on the form of a cat, only smaller, with bright orange eyes and a fluffy black tail.

Jacob scooped up the little black fur-ball in one hand. It meowed at him, and settled down immediately, still purring much louder than seemed possible from a cat so tiny. He carried it ever so carefully as he found a shelter volunteer.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said politely. "I'd like to adopt this kitten."

"Of course." She gently took the kitten from him. "This is Roselita. But she doesn't answer to her name, so you can change it if you like."

"Mhm."

Jacob followed her from the room and watched her get the kitten situated in the carrier. He didn't particularly like the name Roselita, but was glad to know the kitten was a girl. He didn't know what Rurik would name her. Maybe something fancy, like he had named Victoria.

There were papers to sign, of course. Not to mention the need to buy food, a litter box, and a few toys for her to play with. But Jacob didn't mind the hassle. This was the perfect gift for his beloved, and nothing could discourage him at this juncture.

He set the carrier on the floor in front of his passenger seat, where its occupant hopefully wouldn't get jostled too much. His driving was much more cautious than usual, and he winced every time he heard a disgruntled meow during sharp turns.

When he returned to his quarters, he found a sight that should have been appalling. But he was far too desensitized to violence to feel anything but mild surprise. After taking in the full scene, he locked the door behind him and gently laid the cat carrier down on his bed.

A dead body laid on the ground in a suspiciously small pool of blood. The head had been cleanly severed off, and laid two feet away from the body itself. Shards of broken spine laid on the ground around a coiled esophagus. But otherwise, it was in pretty good condition for a murder victim.

Jacob was far more concerned with how terrified Rurik looked, rocking back and forth with his head buried in his knees. He sat down beside him, listening to his pathetic sobbing. It hurt to know he was this distressed, but it was hard for Jacob to pay heed to the danger of the situation when he was so turned on by the dead body.

"What happened?" Jacob asked gently. "Did they hurt you?"

"I am sorry. I didn't- He- I am sorry." He looked up at Jacob, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes. "Please- Please don't kill me, Jacob Amity."

Jacob pulled Rurik into a hug. "It's okay. I'm not gonna tell anyone what happened. I'll just leave the body in a field and, if anyone finds it, they'll assume somebody else attacked him. No big deal. I do taxidermy of vampires, so I'm always dragging body-bags in and out of here. It isn't suspicious."

Rurik got ahold of himself while Jacob was speaking, taking deep breaths with his face buried in Jacob's shirt. His voice was still shaky, but he didn't seem on the verge of panic anymore.

"You are not angry?" he asked, a brass colored hint of hope in his voice. "He- he hurt me. I woke when he-" Rurik broke off, and pointed at the stake on the ground next to the hunter's body. "He kill me."

"I don't know why he couldn't mind his own business," Jacob growled. "I'm angry with him, not you. I know you were just defending yourself. Now let me take care of the body, and we can have a nice afternoon. Unless you want to get back to bed."

"I will not sleep."

Jacob stood up, and left Rurik curled up in his little corner. Cleaning up the dead body was just as easy as he had assumed. And while the blood took awhile to mop up, getting the body itself into a trash bag and hauling it out the door wasn't a problem in the slightest.

One person stopped to snicker at him, jumping to conclusions for why Jacob was lugging around a dead body, but he ignored her. He was too worried about Rurik to start any fights. Perhaps he should talk to Angelique about keeping random hunters out of his private quarters.

Half an hour later, he found Rurik in much the same position he had left him. This man apparently didn't move as much indoors as he did outdoors. Maybe he was exhausted from interrupted sleep, or maybe the lack of room to pace made him feel all the more claustrophobic.

"I've got something for you," Jacob said. "A pet. Would you like to meet her?"

Rurik sat up, looking far less distressed than when Jacob had left him. His tears had dried along with the blood on his mouth.

Jacob retrieved the kitten from her carrier, hoping she wasn't too upset by being left in it for an hour. Judging by her purring, she was not.

Rurik's eyes widened at the sight of his newest pet, and a small smile bloomed on his face. He reached out to take her from Jacob, and scratched behind her tiny triangular ears.

"I got her for you," Jacob said with a smile. "I hope you like her. She seemed like a good cat."

"Murzik," Rurik said happily, watching the kitten on his lap with rapt attention. "Yes. She good cat."

"Is that what you want to name her?" Jacob asked. "Murzik?"

Rurik looked at Jacob as though he had said something funny, but Jacob didn't get the joke. Murzik was clearly a Russian name, so this had to be some weird pun he wasn't privy to.

"Yes," Rurik decided. "My kitten Murzik. Pretty cat. Good cat. Murzik cat."

Jacob was very happy that his thinking about the box really did help win Rurik over. The love of his life may not respond to pretty words, but he did appreciate having his murders covered up and being given kittens. Truly the perfect man.

Jacob set up the litter box and left out bowls of food and water for Murzik. Hopefully she wouldn't be overly fond of leaving Jacob mice heads, like the cat he had owned as a child. But even if she was, it couldn't be any worse than Rurik leaving dead human bodies lying around.

"Rurik?" Jacob asked.

"Jacob?" Rurik asked in return.

"Do you love me?" Jacob blurted out, before he could lose his nerve. "I- I want you to love me. Like you love animals." He licked his lips nervously. "I'll do anything to make you love me. You know that."

"I never loved husband-men," Rurik admitted, avoiding Jacob's eye. "I loved my children… They died. Long time before. I did not love husband."

"I didn't know you had children."

Rurik held up four fingers. "Daughters." He closed his fist, then held up five fingers. "Sons." He held up a single finger. "Husband."

Jacob's snap assumptions on Rurik's life based on this information explained a lot. Rurik had been a father. Or, at that point in his life, a mother. With no less than nine children, all from a loveless marriage. And he had outlived all of them as a vampire. His cautiousness around men was clearly for good reason, even if he was wrong to apply it to Jacob.

"I'm sorry," Jacob said. "It must be hard to lose your own children. My only family was my parents, and they're dead now. That was hard too, since I was just a kid."

Rurik nodded, watching Murzik run across the floor in pursuit of her food bowl. "I am sorry, Jacob Amity. But I do not love husband-men. You are not kind."

"I promise to be different." Jacob held Rurik's hand. "Your husband died a long time before I could have met him. But I know I'm nothing like him."

"You want children and garden and- and house." Silent tears rolled down Rurik's cheeks. "You want wife. I am not good wife."

There it was. At long last. The root cause of Rurik's discontent. It hadn't really been how Jacob treated him, other than a few mistakes here and there, but how Rurik perceived his advances. Sure, there was something alluring about how Rurik used to be a woman, but that allure was heavily dependent on Jacob's desire to make him feel loved and respected.

"I don't want you to be my wife," Jacob said firmly. "I want you to be my husband. And I don't think it's possible for us to have children, because most vampires either can't have children at all or can't have children with humans. So you don't need to worry about that."

"But- but you are husband. I can not be."q

"Why can't we both be husbands? I know that didn't exist when you were alive, but now two men can marry each other. Or two women. It isn't weird at all. We're both men, so we're both husbands, right?"

"I not know new man take me after husband died," Rurik said, struggling to string together the English sentence. "I thought I was alone."

"And you were alone. But now you aren't." Jacob kissed Rurik's cheek. "Because being alone is a horrible thing. And I want us to be together. Forever."

"I wish we were together in forest. I wish I made you crown of flowers and you saw my animals." Murzik crawled back onto Rurik's lap, and he smiled sadly at her. "I wish to return home. I wish always be home."

"You would have run away. You always ran away from people, or killed them on sight. I couldn't risk that. But I'll take you back, when I can trust you. I would like all that stuff too. Sounds nice."

"Will your friends kill me again?"

This was a rather sudden question, and Jacob wasn't quite sure how to respond. Clearly Rurik meant to ask if they would try to kill him again. And how could Jacob account for other people's actions?

As always, he chose a comforting lie over the harsh truth.

"I won't let them. No chance in hell. But if they do, I'll kill them so you don't have to."

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @heavenlyeden @whumpsday @whumpshaped @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @whumpytine

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #You can't Follow Your Heart if there's a Stake Through It #minor character death #decapitation #blood #murder in self defense #panic attack #claustrophobia #emotional manipulation #human whumper #vampire whumpee #Whump writing #Vampire whump #Whump series

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lildevyl · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

QSMP Fandom

Summary: Bobby is dead and now the Federation is saying that they only get 10 minutes with him for a last goodbye. After everything that they had been through with the trial, Jaiden finally lost it. She seeks Cucurucho out and makes a deal with him to return her boy.

TW: Manipulation, Minor Character Death, Implied Victim Blaming

Part 1 Angel of Death Series

A/N: I'm sorry haven't been on in a long while. I've been trying to write for Whumptober but haven't been able to sit down and properly write/post anything. So, I know it's going to be late but I am going to post the mini series that I planed for this event.

Hope you enjoy the Angst! This is the QSMP Fandom and I might be posting some of my theories here soon as well! HAPPY CREATING!

Bobby, her wonderful boy, died. How did this happen? Jaiden has been in denial for so long, refusing to believe that her baby boy is gone. Roier is one of the best PVPers on the server so how did this happen? Cucurucho came and gave them a chance to prove themselves for a “Second Chance.” Walk through and Survive a Dungeon.

They survived the Dungeon and now the only thing they get is ten minutes to say Goodbye? Say Goodbye?! NO! Jaiden’s not having this! She isn’t losing her child like this! She has to think of something! Anything! Anything to get her Bobby back!

“If ten minutes is all we get then, I’ll take it,” Jaiden said to Cucurucho in front of everyone. But Roier can tell something is off. The way Jaind said it to Cucurucho.

When everyone left, that’s when the most heart wrenching scream came out of Jaiden. No, torture or physical pain could ever amount that kind of scream. Falling to her knees sobbing, Roier came over and tried to comfort her. But Jaiden just shoved him off.

“This is all your fault! How could you?! Just how could you?!” Jaiden screamed.

“I know. It was my fault. I was lagging, and I shouldn’t have let him go, but I did,” Roier said, accepting the blame.

“I’m sorry, Roier.”

“It’s okay. We have ten minutes, let’s say goodbye to Bobby.”

Jaiden stood frozen, she had completely forgotten about that but now it truly set it. This would be the last time she sees her baby boy.

When they see Bobby again, he has a halo on top and has cracks but he looks so much the same. It broke Jaiden, but she tried to be strong for Bobby.

When the ten minutes was up and Bobby turned to leave, Jaiden couldn’t take it any more. She fell to knees, held Bobby to her chest and wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t let go.

“No! Please! Please, Cucurucho! Please, bring him back! I’ll do anything! Just bring him back!” Jaiden pleaded.

Cucurucho said nothing. He shook his head and led Bobby to another room. Then came back and led the two grieving parents out as well.

Jaiden couldn’t take it anymore and just left crying her eyes out. She didn’t know how long she was out. All she knew was, it had been a long while, b/c the sun was about to come up and when she looked around her surroundings. She realized she had been out all night fighting mobs. Just as Jaiden was about to head back she heard the familiar laugh of Cucurucho.

“Haven’t you done enough?” Jaiden snapped.

Cucurucho gave Jaiden a book.

“You said you would do anything to get your Bobby back correct? If so, I know how you can help us to get him back.” Jaiden read out loud. She turned her attention to Cucurucho with determination in her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

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Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @whumptober, @a-humble-narcissus, @isa-ghost, @tracobuttons

#whumptober2023 #whumptober day 5 #whumptober 2023 #qsmp #qsmp fanfic #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp fandom #qsmp jaiden #qsmp roier #qsmp eggs #qsmp bobby #qsmp cucurucho #tw manipulation #tw emotional manipulation #tw minor character death #angel of death series #part 1 #part one of the angel of death series

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atherix · 1 year

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Midnight Alley Missing Scene

Y’all wanted to see it so here we go :D

This isn’t included in Midnight Alley because it messes with the flow of the story and isn’t absolutely plot necessitated, but here we are!

CW: Manipulation, a bit of mind control (depending on how you define “mind control”), death, also uh mindbreak I guess-

The other camp isn’t hard to find. Whoever they are, they don’t seem overly concerned about keeping hidden; the light of the fire, even in the dying night, is like a beacon in the shadows.

Scar, of course, knows this trick.

He moves around, away from the obvious entrance of the camp where the light shines brightest. He moves silently, the trees and brush blocking him from sight as he takes in the camp before him.

Three people sit around a firepit, the smell of salted meat cooking over the open fire. There is a device set up, facing the wide open entrance of the camp, and when a Zombie stumbles into the camp it shoots off a number of arrows in fast succession, ripping the Zombie apart before it can even groan.

“Disappointing, just a Zombie,” one of the people says, tossing down a bone into the fire. It cracks and splinters quickly. “Was hopin’ it’d be that cute little Hybrid we saw earlier. Bet its horns would fetch a decent price.”

Anger and hatred flares up in Scar’s chest, and he regrets not letting Grian kill them now.

(It’s fine. He’ll do so much worse than that.)

He pulls his Fairy lights closer to himself, letting them shine just a little brighter, and steps into the clearing. “Well, hello there,” he says, and immediately all three strangers are on their feet, loaded crossbows pointing at Scar. He simply smiles, seeing how they freeze before they can even consider letting the arrows fly.

“Who are you?” one of them demands, though their gaze is solidly trapped on a Fairy light. A strong will, he notes. He’ll need to weave a stronger compulsion for that one.

“Well, I was passing by and saw your campfire,” he says easily, and even knowing that they have seen him already in his own camp, they are unable to even think for a moment that he might be lying. Human minds are awfully fragile like that. He steps closer, easily reaching over and lowering the crossbow one of the strangers holds- fingers barely brushing the end. He raises a brow at the person who stares at him with wide eyes.

They look almost enchanted. Scar can remember a handful of times he’s seen that expression aimed at him, but no other time has it made disgust and anger and hatred twist up in his chest like this.

(How dare this person, who so casually wished for his son’s death, look at him like this.)

However, such an expression tells Scar it’s an easy in; there is no emotion easier to manipulate than infatuation, no desire easier to twist than lust.

A man who hates another will never fully trust, but a man who loves another will hardly ever doubt. It’s the perfect recipe.

He smiles.

(He’s never done this before. It feels dirty and wrong, but it’s easy. He can see any resolve they have slip, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

He’s going to destroy them.)

“Perhaps you’d like to sit with us for breakfast?” the bandit suggests, and their companions- still struck by the Fairy lights- make a vague sound of discontent.

“Boss?” one of them utters, confused as the light in front of them flashes brighter. Whatever protest they had ready on their tongue dies before they can even form it.

“That sounds lovely,” Scar says, never breaking eye contact with the stronger-willed human. So caught up in his compulsions they don’t even notice his cold tone, his sharp gaze, the lies that lace his words- the hatred that burns in his eyes.

The other two lower their weapons and the leader gestures to the campfire, and Scar breezes by them. He takes a quick account of everything there- the arrow trap machine, the packs that a hint of gold poke out of, the mis-matched tools and bags that tell Scar they definitely did not belong to these people... a smaller backpack catches his eyes, the hand-sewn cat on it sending a wave of revulsion and anger burning through his entire being.

A child's bag.

These people know no limits.

"What are these lights?" One of them asks distantly, stumbling over the log lying by the fire as they steadfastly stare at his Fairy light. Scar turns to them, a smile verging on sneer curling his lips.

Two of them continue to stare at the Fairy lights, reaching out before pulling back quickly. The third- the 'boss'- watches only him, victim to an entirely different compulsion.

"It's nothing," he says, and in their stupors the bandits simply accept it.

"Your eyes are like gold," the leader says suddenly, hardly more than a mutter as they tilt their head at him.

"Yes," Scar agrees easily, because he can feel his magic buzzing under his skin- begging to lash out. His Fairy lights glimmer dangerously in time with his heartbeat.

He sits down now and the leader is quick to follow, dropping clumsily next to him. They offer him a strip of cured meat and Scar’s nose wrinkles at the scent, and he shakes his head. The bandit is quick to toss the meat aside and offer him a flask instead, pushing it into Scar’s hands in some semblance of polite hospitality that makes Scar’s stomach twist with disgust.

(He remembers, for a split second, the first time he met Mumbo in person. The reserved and hermitlike Vampire who had lost and lost so much, who was still so polite and kind and good despite it all. He remembers the light feeling in his chest when Mumbo smiled, the warmth of his touch when they shook hands- remembers how much he wanted as it lingered a second too long, how much he thought he couldn't have. He remembers those precious minutes before he pushed it all away.)

"What's your name?" The leader asks as their companions find their way to their seats, Fairy lights lingering in their laps. They stay silent now, unable to even think. "My name is Aaron."

"A pleasure," Scar lies, offering the bandit a dangerous smile. "Aaron, you say?"

A strange name for a bandit, he thinks, but the haze that falls like a veil over their face when he speaks tells him it's his real name.

How foolish.

"And your friends, Aaron?" he asks, leaning closer. The bandit watches him, oblivious to the way the fire flickers hotter than before.

"Jamie and Jones," the bandit answers without question, without hesitation.

"Jamie and Jones," he repeats, noting how the two in question sit up just a little straighter at the sound of their names. "Wonderful. Thank you."

"And your name?" The bandit repeats.

Scar chuckles. "You don't need it, Aaron," he says, and the other simply nods.

"Of course," they agree. Scar looks around at them, taking in their clothing and lack of sharp teeth, their rounded ears and long, bony fingers. Their fingernails are dirty and not sharp, cut short towards the bed.

"You're all human," he notes.

"Of course!" One of the others- Jones, he believes- proudly thumps a hand against their own chest, puffing up. Scar frowns. "Humans are the only true people, ya know!"

Scar tilts his head. "What does that mean, Jones?" He asks innocently.

"The humans were the first," Jones says. "Specifically, Peecy! Alex and Steve- what were they?"

"Peecy!" Jamie declares with a confident grin. "Hybrids and them sort'a things- they're just glorified beasts."

"So you're followers of the Old Book," Scar mutters, glancing between them. It makes sense, unfortunately- in the old days, when the Void was nothing more than a story and only one god walked the lands, back when there were no Testifica or Illager or Hybrids, no Natural or Supernatural...

Back when a Mob was nothing more than a Mob.

"The only right book," Aaron says, nodding sagely. "Of course someone of your caliber would understand such things, sweetheart."

"Don't-" Scar starts before catching himself. He breathes out and smiles.

(No matter what, he remembers, a prince must never wear his thoughts on his face.)

"Right," he says, because he refuses to agree even with lies on his tongue. Not that these three notice it's neither truth nor agreement- just an acknowledgement. "I believe I've heard enough, then."

These people would hurt Grian and Tubbo if given the chance. They'll hurt Mumbo if they realize what he is.

They would try to hurt Scar, if they weren't so heavily under his spell.

Humans are terribly fragile.

"Heard enough?" Aaron repeats, watching him. Scar stands up and turns to them, pulling his staff out as he does.

"You're dangerous and unforgivable," he says simply, trying not to glance towards the child's backpack lying on the ground. He twirls his staff and the Fairy lights brighten, and whatever protest the other two might have called dies in their throats as their vision is overwhelmed by gold.

Scar taps the end if his staff onto the ground between him and Aaron, who at last seems to realize they've been tricked- but not fast enough, as when they try to grab their sword a vine breaks through the ground, wrapping around their wrist and yanking down.

Aaron yells as they're dragged to the ground. "Sorcerer!" they get out before the vine crawls across their skin and blooms flowers and leaves, pressing against their mouth and silencing them.

Scar smiles coldly and kneels in front of them. He pushes his hair back behind his ear when the bandit's angry wide eyes turn up to him.

Even in this moment, that hint of desire still remains. A remnant of Scar's earlier compulsion, he knows- but he doesn’t need it anymore.

He has the bandit Aaron right where he needs them, and Jones and Jamie are in no condition to help.

"Maybe you should make sure you're speaking to another Human before you start saying such things," Scar says, his eyes flashing as the vines and flowers continue to grow. The bandit chokes and struggles but Scar's vines only pull them tighter to the earth.

Scar stands up straight again. "I was gonna just lead you three on a wild goose chase," he says, seemingly-amiable as he smiles dangerously. "But I think my Birdie was right, after all."

The Fairy lights grow ever brighter. "Jamie. Jones. Aaron. Farewell," he says flatly, watching as the haze consumes them. He watches the vines grow, pressing through their skin- blood prickling up around the blooms and thorns-

(Too far.)

Scar steps back, away from the three bandits- one being steadily cocooned with vines and two staring blankly ahead of themselves, no thoughts at all behind their eyes. He looks at them and feels nothing.

No guilt. No regret.

It’s not quick. Not merciful. It’s suffering and he’s not even slightly sorry.

(Is he any better than them, then?)

Scar’s gaze moves to the pile of bags, scanning over the fabric; some of them have suspicious red stains, some are torn and ripped, but Scar’s eyes stop on that child’s backpack once again.

They would have killed Tubbo, he thinks, and he turns around and walks away- leaving the vines to continue growing, spreading out from the body they consume and snake around the ankles of the broken people, to snuff out the fire, and before too long it grows into a thick bramble, blocking the clearing from sight.

Scar doesn’t return to camp until hours later, when everyone else is asleep.

(If a human loses their humanity, are they still human after all?)

#Atherix Writes #Midnight Series #Tumblr Exclusive #CW death #CW manipulation #CW mind control #<- kinda. Just in case #CW mindbreak #<- just in case again #Anyway the only time Scar notices people's interest is when he can weaponize it lmao

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itlovesinthewoods · 6 months

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I have this very specific Noah and Gaius interaction in my mind where Gaius finds Noah whilst he's on the run and ends up giving him a lift to where he needs to go. Somehow they end up talking about having been the cause of someone you love dying and past misdeeds which caused hurt to the ones you love and Noah's just like 'Well it doesn't matter because whatever you did won't be able to compare with what I did, it's just different and you wouldn't get it', thinking back to all the supernatural elements, and Gaius is just thinking 'this teenager is so unserious, pls go back to school'.

#i don't know how this would work beyond that because can these two universes connect?#i want to say yes since bb and es do #but idk the supernatural elements in it lives are very isolated while bb ends with them announcing the existence of vampires to the world #they are kinda similar (being manipulated due to your love for someone and hurting the people you love and ruining your relationship #with and being the cause of the death of the person you love (noah either killed or being the cause of their death #and gaius killing which he ends up fewling remorse for later on)#and the people they love believinv they deserve a second chance to become better #etc)#but like noah is the mildest possible version of all that while Gaius...is fucking Gaius #playchoices #pixelberry #choices #gaius augustine #noah marshall #ilitw #it lives anthology #it lives in the woods #it lives series #it lives #bloodbound

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liauditore · 9 months

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The thoughts, hand em over. (No pressure but I wanna hear em :D)

oh god what have u done.

context.

OK SO,. (BE WARNED THIS IS LIKE. REALLY LONG AND BRAINROTTY.)

first off i must put here as per the law i am not in fact armchair psychoanalysing mc youtubers grian and mister scott S. major this is me looking at the 3L series as is it were a performance and their actions in said series as characters and blah blah blah so on so forth this is Fanfiction and Shipping and woowoOOwoo We Are Being Sillyyy with a miku song.

i'm gonna infodump abt a bunch of stuff including some heavy topics like emotional abuse and dubcon (NOT in detail the song just has those vibes)

so uh if you're reading this for Some Reason know that 👍

ALRIGHT WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY Vampire the song itself is (at least my reading of it) a song about a toxic relationship. The singer is very much not a Good Person and the main chorus is just them disregarding their partner's needs and pushing the relationship even further.

But the singer isn't completely irredeemably evil, since they really do love the person they're abusing (in a childish sense of the word love, anyway) and seem to be at least acutely aware of how they're not really a good person.

But of course, they "eh whatever" these self-reflections pretty fast cus they're having fun with the relationship. This specific set of translyrics reads to me like a bit of self-victimizing as well like "oh, I'm so tortured by feeling like a bad person because of the way I treat you. But I love you so you don't really have a choice but to forgive me."

Speaking of translyrics this is where Micchi's version comes in. While I ADORE Rachie and Anthong's version I do have some nitpicks..? And one of those that I am unreasonably pet peeved by is this right here.

In the original JP version, the lyric is simply kimi mo vampire, meaning simply You're (also) a Vampire. It's alot more obvious a change and hits harder imo than "My little Vampire" which still puts the singer in the position of power.

Micchi's version of the lyrics on the other hand stick a lot closer to the original

And I might just be imagining this but there seems to be a switch in the power dynamic in this version as well. The singer is now inviting their partner to be "rough" with them and the repeating mantra of "you're the ONLY ONE for me" sounds more desperate than anything else.

Micchi's lyrics in general are a bit more wet cat coded. I still prefer Rachie's as a whole but Micchi's singer definitely seems to be more regretful of what they've done and blame themselves for essentially turning their partner into a different, more hostile person. (aka turning them into a vampire lol)

In a lot of ways the vampire metaphor is really unsubtle. Bloodsucking parasite attaches themselves to someone and turns them into a bloodsucking parasite as well.

SO HOW THE FUCK DID I GET GRAIN AND SCOOTER FROM THIS WELL.....

When I think about 3L one of the main things that lights up the lightbulb in my mind is the parallels between all of the four "main" partnerships, with Renchantyn vs Desert Duo as the most obvious comparison point but I think they all mirror and subvert each other really well.

Grian/Scott are like birds of a feather to me in a similar sense that Scott/Cleo are, but while Scott and Cleo have this mutual understanding with each other with Grian it's a bit more complicated.

I CAN't. FOR THE LIFE OF ME. FIND IT AGAIN bUT there was a bit in Third Life when Scott said to Grian "and maybe once our husbands are dead we can be free" and Grian laughs and that basically inspired this Whole Thing 🙏🙏

(an apology for all the wholesome flower husbands shippers who i know follow me cus im about to unleash my full toxic yaoi adaptation of them) (desert duo fans from what ive seen are already insane so you're okay)

In my own mind Grian and Scott are both somewhat.. manipulative? Might be a bit harsh of a word? But they definitely play to survive more than some of the other people stuck in there with them. (cleo too but she sucks at it and she can get her character analysis essay next week)

At least in my view, their partnerships with Jimmy and Scar respectively were born more out of a need for safety in numbers and to get someone to essentially keep them safe until they're no longer of use. Grian definitely felt bad about creeper-ing Scar in the first episode but I don't think he was quite expecting to spend the whole series in debt to him 😭😭

Scott (like the singer in the song oh my god) isn't really a monster so to speak, just someone who has a messed up view of love. Probably has some sort of tragic backstory that explains the way he is that we'll get to see in the anime adaptation idk. He does care for Jimmy but in like.. the way someone might care for and love a pet. You LOVE your dog to fucking death but you wouldn't like.. trust your dog with taxes or respect its autonomy.

also these lyrics are both hilarious to me considering the uh current brainrot.

Grian on the other hand probably Wants to be like Scott and be able to have someone wrapped around his fingers like that but he can't cus it's Scar not Jimmy and he's Grian and not Scott. I imagine he'd get tired of Scar's shenanigans when he's with him but as soon as he's left the room it's all why's it so quiet D: where's scar D:

I like to think that everytime he THINKS he has a handle on Scar finally and can actually stand a chance to survive this thing Scar does something completely unhinged off the wall and Grian's like WAIT WAIT WAIT NO

basically he gets way too attached and doesn't like it and to make it worse he has no idea wtf is going thru Scar's head👍

SO when they eventually team up I think Scott and Grian would have this little "wink wink nudge nudge they don't know" kinda thing going on.

and then in my little fanfiction world somewhere along the line Scott would end up sensing that Oh, We're actually not exactly the same.. interesting.. and kind of start looking at Grian with this sense of amusement/pity cus aww, look at you getting all attached to the person you were planning to betray, that's so cute and Grian would see the worst of himself reflected back to him via Scott. It ends up strengthening Desert Duo's relationship if anything else.

Of course then Jimmy dies and Scott's emotionally destroyed by it but he's still like.. skirting around it. I'd like to think he gaslights himself with any genuine Emotions he has cus like.. he knew this was coming, this is all according to plan, so why would he feel anything for him now that he's gone?

While Scott gets some time to come to terms with the fact that he actually cared about Jimmy too late for him to repair their relationship Grian and Scar end up punching eachother to death in a cactus ring. The End 👍

tl;dr i need to pick up writing fanfics cus oh my god

#asks #HAHAHAHAHA DON'T READ THIS #op is Unhinged #usually im more normal on my main i promise #but writing all this down was fun i should do it more #despite it all this couldve been even fucking longer #if i decided to go even more in depth w/ my toxic yaoi fh and whatnot #cus i do think jimmy ends up catching some bad habits and scotts like oh god what have i done a bit #BUT i am going to draw them again and i can rant abt them there #i think i almost wrote scott too evil here a bit?? but i reassure u he's just a Guy #like trap me in a death game i would manipulate a naive blonde boy too tbh #but i'd end up being grian cus im small and angry and unable to get a proper read on scar goodtimes #heavy brainrot #i might make this songs thing a series i liked doing this alot....#i need a funky lil tag for it.#trafficshipping #<-- for filtering #trafficvocabrainrot

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ball-of-butter · 1 year

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no one:

me: *arguing that mare would have always loved maven intimately, whether platonically or romantically (i think it would have led to her genuinely falling in love with him) more than cal despite her having more chemistry with cal at first because, even through it all, she loved maven more, she understood maven more, she connected with maven more and she would have chosen him, and it would’ve been the same for him too*

#its why hus betrayal hurt her the most out of everything in the series besides shade’s death (bc that was what got her to stand UP)#and i see a lot of people arguing that maven purposefully manipulated her loneliness to his own advantage #im not saying that interpretation is wrong i just think he mightve justified connecting with her as that #but in reality she affected him as much as he affected her because he did genuinely love her b4 elara took that away #being a mareven shipper hurts so bad someone needs to pay me for damages (…victoria)#red queen #red queen series #war storm #broken throne #glass sword #kings cage #maven calore #mare barrow #mareven #tiberias vii calore #rewriting

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soundcrusher · 2 years

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Escape

Part 15... You guys don't wanna know how long it took me to write and finish this part of Phoenix's story on board the sentient SG/Lost Light from @cuppajj

Either way. I hope you enjoy this.

Trigger Warning: Manipulation, death of non important characters and a threat of suicide(?)

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It was time.

It was time for their escape.

It was finally time to leave this ship behind and escape into the stars.

Setting up their escape wasn’t easy though, and one small step could lead to them being stuck on the Lost Light forever. But this was a risk Rodimus was willing to take.

But first, he should probably recount the steps he needed to take in order to get this far. Yes, that would be for the better, because that way, Rodimus could make sure that everything was going according to plan.

Now, it all started with the dance session he had with Phoenix and the things that happened afterwards. Rodimus thought that it was a good idea to take the young spark out on a small trip around the Lost Light. Showing him everything the ship had to offer, while disguising it as a thing every captain would do, so that Lightlost wouldn’t ask questions as to why they were walking around.

At first, it was mostly to keep Phoenix’s good spirits up. That way, the youngling could ride on the highway of happiness for a little while longer, before being confronted by the dangers of the Lost Light again. But then it turned into something else as soon as they made it to the hangar. Rodimus completely forgot that there were other ships on the Lost Light. Also, seeing his Rod Pod again after so many years of not thinking about it sure enough made him feel conflicted. On one hand, because Phoenix was silently laughing at the sight of it and on the other, because he wanted to defend his Rod Pod, but he was sure Phoenix would just laugh harder. And that wouldn’t be good for the youngling’s damaged voice box. Sometimes Rodimus truly regrets being as soft as he was with the kid. Back when he was still the feared Rodimus Prime, no one would have laughed in fear he would burn them alive and scatter their ashes over the rusting grounds of a scrapyard. But now? Now he had a laughing youngling to deal with.

A laughing youngling that almost made him wish Ultra Magnus was still around to lend him a servo, or Rung. No, scratch that. Drift and Ratchet would be better suited to deal with a youngling, despite Ratchet’s questionable reputation. Heck, maybe even Getaway would know how to deal with a youngling that’s laughing at you. He probably even had some kind of experience with that.

Heh, that thought caused Rodimus to let out a chuckle, before continuing with their little tour. Although he had to soon stop, because Phoenix was running towards one of the bigger ships at the end of the hangar. One that was standing closer to the entrance and… he didn’t know that ship. Now, when he took a good look at some of the ships close to the one Phoenix was running to, most of them weren’t familiar to him. “They must be from those who boarded but never made it out again…” Muttered Rodimus, before he caught up with his little brother.

But before they could even enter the ship, Thrillchaser came out of the shadows of one of the nearby ships and walked in front of them. Actively cutting the two off from the entrance. Something that made Rodimus mad and ready to show the mech what he thought about him following their every step, but Phoenix stopped him, by grabbing his hands, while looking up at Rodimus with those innocent optics and… Rodimus could feel his anger slightly going away. Damn his soft spot for the youngling and damn Phoenix a little bit too for not knowing that he could do this to him.

[Can you tell Thrillchaser that I forgot something on the ship?] Asked Phoenix, which caused Rodimus to slightly tilt his head to the side.

[What did you forget?]

[I can’t tell you… It’s… It’s very personal.]

Rodimus knew that sometimes, personal things shouldn’t be discussed with others. So, he simply nodded before asking Thrillchaser if they could enter the ship. And they could, but the mech was following them inside. At least he was just standing in the entrance and watching Phoenix go through the few boxes and cabinets on the ship. Which left Rodimus to explore the rest.

And that’s where he found it.

A distress signal button and it seemed to work. So, without any second thought, Rodimus pressed it. Without even knowing if anyone would get it and or come to see why a ghost ship was sending out a distress signal of another ship. But he hoped, and that was something he hasn’t done in a long time.

After all, hope and luck were for fools most of the time, but at that moment, Rodimus hoped he was the biggest fool of them all.

Rodimus would have loved to stay longer on that ship. He needed to know how it operated in order to have a safe escape plan, but Thrillchaser ushered him out as soon as Phoenix was done with his search. And he accepted it, because now it was time to start preparing in secret for their escape.

The preparations were mostly him telling Phoenix to slowly start putting the most important things into his subspace, or convincing Lightlost that he himself needed some repairs. Considering how much the Lost Light wanted him to stay alive, that was the easiest part. Getting Phoenix to put away his things was harder. Especially the sword. The youngling seemed to not feel safe, if the sword wasn’t resting next to him. Something Rodimus would write up to the trauma Phoenix had to endure and the fear of not being able to defend himself. But, Rodimus managed to convince him to put it away, by pointing out that it would be Phoenix’s subspace. The closest place there could be.

And then there was the issue with Thrillchaser. That damned mech, Rodimus was sure he could feel something was up. The way he lingered, even after Lightlost went away or the way he stared at Rodimus, as if to dare him to make a move. It was unsettling. He was sure Thrillchaser was waiting for him to slip up. He knew it, but he would not play into the slagger’s servos. No. Rodimus had played this game before, and he wouldn’t be Rodimus Prime if he backed down from a fight.

Maybe Thrillchaser should even watch out, because even if Phoenix’s presence has changed some things, Rodimus was still the same mech who hunted Decepticons and killed them without any mercy. He even had a list with the names of those he still needed to kill. Granted, most names were already crossed off, but he wasn’t opposed to adding new ones. And Thrillchaser’s name was high on that list.

Either way, Rodimus shouldn’t waste his time thinking about that mech, not when his plan finally seems to work. After weeks of waiting, a new ship finally boarded the Lost Light, and the mechs and femmes coming on board weren’t even few. No, there were many and the chaos they created was perfect for them to make another attempt at escape.

So, while the Lost Light and Thrillchaser were busy hunting down the unwanted guests, Rodimus was quick to get Phoenix and run to the hangar. Dodging and avoiding some of the unknown Cybertronians trying to block their path. Some he had to, sadly, kill with one or two blaster shots. Or, at least he let Phoenix in the belief that he was sad about their deaths. In truth, he couldn’t care less about some nameless Cons or Bots dying, because, at least, they get to die a quick death at his servos. While their crew members probably met a painful and slow end in the halls of the Lost Light. If there was one thing he was glad about though was, that he tied a blindfold around Phoenix’s optics before they made their daring escape. The youngling didn’t need to see more energon shed in his young life than he already has.

Eitherway, they made their way towards their escape and while Phoenix, after taking off the blindfold, made the ship ready, Rodimus stood near the entrance to the very small bridge. Watching the youngling fumble around the controles, before a sudden movement in the corner of his optics caught his attention and he quickly shot at the cable trying to attack him.

“I was wondering when you would show up.” Chuckled Rodimus, as he looked cocky at the appearing holo-avatar of Lightlost. “But you gotta admit, those Cons or Bots running around sure enough are a good distraction.”

“Captain…” Started Lightlost with a patronizing tone and a disappointed look. “Why would you try to leave again? Don’t you know what happened last time?”

Ah, last time. Rodimus could remember that time quite well, but he couldn’t appear weak now. Not when they finally had a chance of leaving. So, he ramped up the cocky act. Even propping up one servo on his hip, while jutting it slightly to the side. “Oh, I remember perfectly. But you should know me, I learn from my mistakes.” He said smugly and put the end of his blaster under his chin. Watching Lightlost going from calm and collected to slightly panicked.

“Captain, stop, or-”

“Or what? What will you do Lightlost?” Asked Rodimus. “You can’t stop me. ONE wrong move and I’ll shoot my helm off. And you know what that means, right? No more Rodimus Prime. And I am sure that even you can’t restore a damaged processor.” He couldn’t help himself, he had to laugh at Lightlost’s expression. How long has he waited to see the holo-avatar of the Lost Light look, well, lost.

“And before you even try to use those cables on me, I would ask myself. Can I move faster than a blaster shot?”

They were at a standoff, both of them knew this. Lightlost couldn’t move closer, because of Rodimus’ promise of shooting himself, and Rodimus couldn’t lower the blaster, because, if he did, this would be the end of the road. Phoenix and he would be doomed. Maybe the young spark would have an easier time, because he didn’t plan this escape, or Lightlost would use his brother to punish him. Either way, Rodimus couldn’t back off now. Not when their freedom was on the line.

“Why would you leave?” Asked Lightlost after a while. “After everything I did to make sure you were safe and nothing could happen to you, you decided to leave me captain? Why? What did I do?”

Rodimus knew that this was a trap. Lightlost was planning something, but at the same time, Phoenix was still working on getting them out of here. So, he had to play into the trap. Something Rodimus didn’t want to do, but seeing how he didn’t have any other choice, he might as well do it.

And so, he started recounting everything that came to mind as to why he would want to leave the Lost Light behind. From the reason as to why the original crew boarded this vessel, from Lightlost killing his crew, leaving him alive, using their parts to repair him, all the way to what Lightlost did to Phoenix. And every time Rodimus would see a cable trying to inch closer to him, he would press the blaster harder against his chin, while silently daring Lightlost to do something.

He dared them to do something, to see what happened. He would do it. He would shoot himself right then and there to prove a point. He would shoot himself, if it meant that he finally could escape this nightmare and rest! The things the Lost Light did were something even Rodimus wouldn’t wish upon his greatest enemies. But then he would remember Phoenix. Phoenix who, if he truly shot himself, would probably be at the Lost Light’s mercy. And that thought caused Rodimus to reconsider.

Something Lightlost saw and tried to use to their advantage. Letting the waiting cables move forwards to get close to Rodimus’ neck and send a paralyzing shock through his body. But the empathies were on ‘tried’, because Phoenix managed to get the ship working and quickly closed the door to the small bridge just in time. Severing the cables Lightlost could control in the process.

Which caused Rodimus to do two things. Laugh into Lightlost’s face and give Phoenix one command that he wanted to say for so long.

“LET’S FUCKING GO!”

Phoenix glared at Rodimus for using a swear word, before turning back to the consoles and making the small ship fly out of the hangar and towards the endless galaxy.

Only when Rodimus was sure that they were far enough away from the Lost Light, did he drop the blaster and sat down in the captain’s chair. Resting his elbows on his thighs and face in his servos, before letting the tears he’s been keeping in for so long finally fall.

They made it.

They made it out of there.

THEY MADE IT OUT OF THE NIGHTMARE!

Rodimus felt like thanking Primus and Unicron and whatever deity there was beside those he knew.

They fragging made it, and Rodimus knew where they would go next. They both were, after all, in bad shape and needed a competent medic to fix them up.

Luckily for them, he remembered that one mech Ratchet kept on talking about. His ex, if Rodimus remembered correctly. At least, it sounded like that mech was Ratchet’s ex. The way the old medic talked about him made it appear like they were, at one point, together.

“Phoenix, take curse to Delphi.”

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