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Moonlight lovers is a disaster: part 3
Oh! is it a clown or is just Ivan?
Ivan, Ivan, Ivan... a disaster, a completely disaster. If one thing has taught me this route is to take things humorously. This is one of the worst routes together with Raphael's.
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Let's start with the positive points. chapter 1-3. That's it. Everything is good until chapter 4. Then it's stupid jealousy, toxic behaviour...(and when i say toxic i say real disgusting stuff that I don't think people like to experience as a player in a romantic game). Again, another route which could have been a hit, wasted.
They have let escape the chance of him and Eloise talking about the 2010's. When he was human there was a "boom" of musical hits: Lady Gaga's bad romance, rihanna, katy perry... I know he likes metal, but dude he could have been a bridge to create instant empathy with us. He is the character that could have been the most easy to talk to, and instead, he is the most difficult to seriously communicate with.
Ivan was kinda sweet vibes "he was a punk, she did ballet, what more can I say?". Vibe with me. The skater punk boy that OBVIOUSLY plays music and is good at rhythms. That's cool. Honestly, he was an interesting character to develop. We have a torment man who is obssesed with his human life and cannot accept his new condition. Also, he feels extremely guilty about his actions in the past and the present, and has problems to control his thrist.
Having said that, the first two chapters were focus on his inability to selfcontrol. Okay, fine by me. The third has a really cute dancing scene. Everything is okay except Ethan, who is predatory and d i s g u s t i n g (but i'll judge him in his own route to be fair).
But, here comes Constaaaance, how incredible it is that this company is forcing me to feel jealous about a 2d drawing. Nah, seriously I still had hope. I thought: "maybe he isn't in love with her but what she represents. The last link to his human life, his family, his friends, his dreams... everything. That 's why" I thought. So consequently, the game wants us to make him aware about what he truly feels to channel it from a perspective more filosophical. HA!
wHAT aN IDiot i was.
After, a lot of fights, jealousy, irrational and delusional behaviour. It turns out, Constance is super evil and killed him (incredible resolution). And suddenly, the love for her abandons ivan's body. Dude, it evaporates. And suddenly, Ivan understands that he actually wanted to fuck his childhood friend, the one he bullied, yeees. And the one who married his girlfriend.
At first I got angry but then i thought, this is actually super funny (except for the tortuous chapters about jealousy and shit). I mean... in the neutral ending this bag of shit breaks up with us to start dating the friend he never reminded in the past 10 years.
As a queer person I don't desire Ivan in my community. By the rights I don't possess I declare him heterosexual. I don't want this skinny runt inside my group, what a bad representation. Ivan you should learn of Aaron, my bi king.
What can I say? I remember the end and the memories and everything... It's so bad... so bad that I wanna forget. Still, iconic twist. At the end Ethan was right about him.
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taedet-omnis · 2 years
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GENERAL MASTERLIST FOR ML
#ml sfw tag can be used to see SFW contents and #taenotsfw tag can be used to see NSFW contents. The list will be kept up to date, enjoy while reading!
RULES FOR ASKING HEADCANONS
HEADCANONS
Headcanons of Aaron and Ivan's relationship (SFW)
General headcanons about Neil (SFW)
Headcanons about Vladimir as a lover (SFW)
Fluffy headcanons about Ethan as a lover (SFW)
Headcanons about Beliath as a lover (SFW)
Headcanons about ML boys with pregnant MC: Vladimir (SFW)
Headcanons of ML boys noticing their feelings towards male MC (SFW)
Headcanons about ML boys' turn-ons (SEMI-NSFW)
Headcanons about catching the ML boys in the act (SEMI-NSFW)
SCENARIOS
Raphael meets Margarita after centuries (SFW)
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beelmons · 1 year
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Not your subordinate.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (non-BAU) Word count: 1,110 Genre: Angst with a happy ending cw: hospitals, mentions of someone being shot, mentions of death, light angst. Summary: Aaron is shot in the line of duty and you're there when he wakes up, however, his agent side comes out when you less need it. A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble and got a bit too long, whoops.
Nothing quite prepares you for the feeling of seeing a loved one bedridden by a bullet to the chest. Let alone your husband, the one you believe to be your other half, the cord that keeps you tied to this earth with a willingness to appreciate beauty and life.
Your breath was caught in your throat, your hands tightly gripping the area of you chest, as if you were trying to snatch your heart and give it a comforting hug. You sobbed quietly, your lips pursed trying your best to not let the tears flow so freely.
"He's out of danger." you heard the man behind you speak up. Reid, the BAU's local genius, had been so kind to call you and escort you to the hospital so you could see your husband who had been hurt in the line of duty hours earlier.
You approached the bed and pulled a chair to be sitting to his level, your hands immediately reaching for his and squeezing it with light desperation.
"Mrs. Hotchner." Spencer remained by the door, pity written all over his face "I really need to take you to Quantico now." he stated as he signaled toward the exit.
"I'm not leaving him." your head snapped in his direction, brows furrowed in offense. You saw him tense up, and you decided to relax instead. This wasn't his fault, it was part of the job.
"The UnSub hasn't been apprehended yet, he could be targeting the hospital." he tried to explain.
"The more the reason to stay, then, don't you think?" with your final statement your sight went back to Hotch. One of your hands tangled on his hair, and you appreciated his sleeping face. On the daily, even when he slept, he always had traces of concern, but in this very second, he just looked peaceful.
Spencer wasn't able to form any rebuttal, so his head nodded slightly to indicate he understood your position. "I'll have two officers posted at the door, if you notice anything odd, or someone seems off, please call me or Agent Prentiss immediately."
You shot him an understanding and thankful smile before you agreed with your head. You watched as he turned, ready to head back into the field "Spencer." you said to interrupt his actions, and he stopped in his tracks to provide you the attention "Get the son of a bitch." you said resolutely.
Without further word, he darted out of the room. Never did you imagine four walls could suffocate you in such a way. The faint beeping of the monitor, that was both the indicator that he was still alive and the reminder that he almost died, seemed to be getting on your nerves.
Minutes later, you noticed the uniforms stand by the door, and your body could finally relax a bit more. Your head dropped to be laying on the bed instead. You weren't sure when, but you had drifted off to sleep, your hand still tightly attached to your husband's.
"Mrs. Hotchner" you heard someone call your name and you bolted up immediately. A wide smile drew itself on your face, along with a couple droplets of tears, when you realized it had been no other than Aaron himself.
His eyes were half-lidded, his voice still groggy from having just woken up. You hovered over him with excitement, doing your best to not lay your your entire weight on him as you hugged his body. "Thank God, you're awake."
His arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders. He took a second to close his eyes again, simply engulfing the feeling of your embrace. He wouldn't tell you, but when he struggled to breathe, and he felt his life escape his hands, he could only think of you. Of how thankful he was to have been loved by someone like you.
"You shouldn't be here." he finally said once you pulled back, your hands back to squeezing his.
"Saveit, Reid already tried to get me off here. Didn't work." you said, your eyes fixed on him to prove him you were dead serious.
"Honey." he said, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he had that professional glare you had gotten so used to seeing whenever he had work to do, and that you tried to hard to keep away from your household. "He's fixated on me. He could be trying to get to the hospital to finish what he started. Please, go to quantico so you can be safe." there was something different about his tone, it was pleading, sure, but you could hear the hint of a command hovering over it.
"I'm not one of your subordinates, Aaron, so check that tone with me." you stated, a bit offended as well. His expression softened immediately, the stone hitting right to his forehead, and his eyes began to redden and water along with his nose.
"I don't want to risk losing you." his voice was shaky, a weak hand reached to land on your cheek, cupping it gently.
You sighed, your own emotions beginning to flow. You sniffled to gather strength, your words were not going to be easy to say. "You always say that whenever something goes wrong." you pointed out "Does it ever cross your mind that I don't want to lose you either?"
"It's different." he tried to argue.
"It's not." you shot him a smile "Aaron, if a bad guy were to enter through that door right now, he might as well take me with you. Because if I lose you, even if I live, there won't be any of me left. Who I am today, is a scramble of what we've been through. Together." you heard him sniffle half way through your speech, his tears finally flowing down his face.
He tugged at your hand, indicating that you should jump on the bed. You did so, struggling to keep yourself up on the edge by clinging to your husband's waist. His chin rested on top of your head, and you rested yours on his chest.
"I'm kind of glad you are not on the team" he admitted jokingly in attempt to diffuse the blue atmosphere.
"Yeah, I'm not very good at doing what you tell me to, am I?" you went along.
"To be fair, they aren't either." he answered, causing the two of you to chuckle at the same time.
Many years have you spent at the side of this man, many years you prayed this would remain the same, and sure, a time might come in which you are separated, but thinking about that could wait. He is still here, in your arms, where he belongs.
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karinosh · 20 days
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Old drawing I did of Ethan from moonlight lovers… kinda looks like Gojo but idc this fandom needs more art
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verystrxxwberry · 16 days
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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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SFW:
"Could you hug me?"
NSFW:
What turns the routes on.
OTHERS:
Empty yet.
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aaron, meeting katelyn: what’s your favorite color?
katelyn: stop asking stupid questions. ask me something logical and mature.
aaron: how many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?
katelyn: …my favorite color is pink.
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dramaticblue · 1 year
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Yet again: Who ever made those i swear to god! One more and we have to be friends!!!!!!!
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colorsofmyseason · 9 months
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shiroganetea · 2 years
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The (plot)holes in the moon - Moonlight Lovers Edition
I'm collecting all the plotholes, inconstancies and mysteries I'm encountering in the game, just for fun and because I like doing it. Since my considerations are usually predated, I've decided that I will update this post from now on.
Please, keep in mind that I'm still playing it, so don't spoil me things.
THERE ARE GOING TO BE SPOILERS. DON'T READ UNLESS YOU LIKE SPOILERS.
♠ The biggest plothole for now is that the Chalice was made into a Chalice in order to not be found dead in the manor and raise suspects among the villagers. BUT THEN (SPOILER CHAPTER 4 - IVAN'S ROUTE)
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THEY DRAG A FUCKING CORPSE IN THE VILLAGE NEARBY A POLICE STATION OR SOMETHING?!?!?!??!?!
♠ Vlad be like: "Avoid being in contact with Ivan. He needs to calm down." Then, a minute later: "We are going to patrol in pair, so Eloise, stay in the manor and keep an eye on Ivan."
♠ So, when you're a vampire, you don't need to poop or something? Because I'm in Chapter 3 of Neil's route and I still can't go in the bathroom, lol
♠ Plothole 2 is Vladimir unable to sense BLOOD and trying to slap us because he can't recognize BLOOD. You're an edgy one. More then Ivan & Ethan.
♠ Plothole number three: didn't Neil and the others implied that "it takes a lot of strenght for a vampire to make another vampire", so they couldn't turn Eloise, but then we discover that Aaron turned Ivan to save his life from death some time ago, lol
♠ Plothole number pfkwpd (<- 4): SO, THEY ALREADY HAD TO HIDE A CORPSE IN THE PAST, BUT THEY HAD TO TURN ELOISE IN A FUCKING CHALICE because of the SuSs. Dudes, you're all mind-controlling vampires: what could possibly worry you? A fine? Also, is jail so insufferable when you're older than the Bible?
It's a fun game/no s.
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manlicious · 2 years
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aleapple1216 · 2 years
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I just remembered that I did this shit a long time ago jssjsj
Context: In my country (México) is really usual that guys confesse their feelings for someone with a lot of gifts like flowers, plushies, chocolates and even some mariachi songs.
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housecatclawmarks · 1 year
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anarchists will be like . feeding our communities , teaching each other first aid and self defense, directly assisting each other in mutual material ways, and creating spaces of sexual liberation and u all will STILL look at the fruits of our labor and be like ‘yeah this is cool. the only problem is the anarchism.’
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mochisquish · 13 days
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I love stoppage time goals. I love hearing the crowd gasp then boo. I love DeAndre Yedlin.
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jornale · 2 years
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#aaronherrera #realsaltlake #mls #majorleaguesoccer #soccer #football #futebol #atlas #mexico #gol #goal #sports #usa #eua #news
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Stunning 1880 Italianate Victorian Painted Lady in Claysville, Pennsylvania. 5bds, 4ba, $475K. For that price, this gorgeous home is a bargain.
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So many original features are seen the moment you enter the hall. There's a beautiful newel post, a large stained glass window on the landing, and on the left you can see a bit of a fancy fireplace.
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The first sitting room has a lovely carved fireplace.
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The millwork in this home is amazing.
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The fireplace that was glimpsed from the hallway is in this sitting room.
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The dining room looks like a step back in time.
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This is a good kitchen reno. They chose vintage-y cabinets with wood that matches the rest of the house.
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Pretty tile backsplash and although it's more of a galley kitchen, it's pretty big.
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At the other end of the kitchen is a nicely sized everyday dining area, plus a counter with stools.
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The stairway features a gracefully curving rail.
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The landing is beautiful.
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This bedroom has a fireplace and a little ivy mural.
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This bath is professionally painted and has a nice reproduction tub and sink.
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The primary bedroom is elegant.
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Amazing primary en-suite has a copper tub, Victorian water tank toilet and a repro Victorian shower. A sink cabinet was made from an antique dresser.
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Another pretty room and look at the mirror over the sinks.
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It also has an etched glass door on the shower and a jetted soaker tub.
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The hallways are so pretty.
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In the back of the house is a carport, a large wraparound porch, and look at the pattern on the roof, plus the tower. This home is gorgeous.
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okay okay I'm so obsessed with this idea of grumpy gruff/hotch who's secretly the most romantic bf ever so what about hotch who's sick but powers through it at work until you show up to drop off lunch and suddenly he's the biggest baby ever??
Adore your writing, thank you for being an angel!
The team doesn't even know he's sick until you show up with a care kit. Derek's brow furrows as he spots cold medicine in your hand, flagging you down before you can rush to Aaron's office.
"Hey, Missus Hotchner!" He calls, still a tease even when confused.
"Hm?" You nod in greeting, frozen on the steps.
"What's the cough syrup for," He motions to the bottle, "You and Hotch gonna party?"
"There's sprite in the kitchen," Emily snorts.
"No," You laugh incredulously, "Aaron's sick, I'm here to bring him soup and his medicine."
With that, you're off. You take Derek's confused silence as your opportunity to leave, rushing up the stairs and shutting the door behind you. Even if they can't hear you, they watch as Hotch sets down his pen at the sight of you, and how his shoulders droop with exhaustion.
"Hi, honey." You croon, gripping his cheeks and leaning over his desk to kiss his heated forehead, "Oh, my poor baby. You ready for soup?"
"Yes please," He rasps, and if his voice is a little more pitiful than it was during the BAU's earlier meeting, you'll never know.
"Take some medicine," You hand over the bottle, "10 mL, Aaron. No skimping."
He rolls his eyes, "I only did that once."
"Yeah," You scoff, "Last night! You're not to be trusted anymore."
"There," He pours the recommended dose into the small plastic cup, showcasing his precision, "Is that good enough for you, doctor?"
"Yes," You grin, refusing to acknowledge his snark, "Drink it all, Aaron."
As an adult accustomed to a drink here and there, his face should not screw up the way it does at the taste of the cough syrup. The team sees it through the windows lining Hotch's office, and there's assorted chuckles and gasps when you guide his mouth open again, holding a bottle of water to his lips and tipping it between his lips.
"Look at that," Derek marvels, "She's babying him."
"And he's acting the part," JJ's eyebrows raise when he shuts his eyes, leaning into your palm so that you kiss his forehead once more, "Oh my god, look, she's feeding him!"
Sure enough, you crack open a container of soup and hold the spoon up to Aaron's lips for him. He doesn't even try to do it himself, keeping his eyes droopy as you spoon more and more down his throat.
They only stop looking because you nearly catch them, but it's hard to return to normal like their stoic boss isn't melting in his girlfriend's hands a few feet away.
It's later, after you've left, that they really notice the shift. Aaron's mobile again, putzing around the kitchen to make himself a third cup of coffee for the day. Reid needs a refill, too, and while he's busy stirring in his overzealous portion of sugar, he strikes up conversation with Hotch.
"You're not contagious, are you?"
Hotch side-eyes him from the counter, shaking his head slightly, "No, you'll be fine. It's just a small cold."
"You looked miserable," Reid muses, keeping his eyes on his spoon, "From the way Y/N reacted when she kissed your forehead, I assume you have, or had, a fever, and it'll only get worse if you don't rest. If I were you I'd take the day off, and make sure the fever went down before coming back."
"Thank you for the advice, Reid." Aaron's hand tightens around his coffee mug, and he doesn't seem all that grateful for it despite what he says, "I'll keep that in mind."
He strides back to his office, door shut a bit too harshly for anyone's liking.
"Sore subject," Emily snickers as Reid rejoins the group, "You should have seen the way he flushed red when you mentioned Y/N."
"He's probably texting her now," Derek elbows Reid, pointing to his office where Hotch is bent over his phone, "Whaddya think it says, pretty boy?"
"Oh! Oh, uh," Emily answers instead, steadying her voice for her famed Hotch Impression, "Honeybunches," And the team bursts into giggles, "Reid said I should rest, will you pwease come pick me up?"
"Pwease," JJ snorts, "And- and bring my blankie for the car ride home."
Thirty minutes later, you stride back into the bullpen, and when you usher Aaron out of his office and home for the day, there's a blanket draped over his shoulders.
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