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llondonfog · 9 months

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Hi!! Feel free to ignore, but I was just thinking about kid silver being adorable AND Halloween because of the upcoming event...and this thought was born—

(This is so long I'm sorry 😭😭)

So, Silver gets de-aged (bear with me here lol)—maybe due to a potions mishap or a spell gone wrong, it doesn't matter which. It's during Halloween week, so everyone's kinda frazzled due to everything being set up, etc. Lilia gets called to deal with it while Crewel tries to figure out a counter-potion/spell wears off because nobody can get in touch with Malleus, and therefore goes to Diasomnia's vice to help take care of Silver (not knowing that they're father & son).

Silver spots Lilia and yells "Papa!" while running to hug Lilia—while Lilia tries to cover up what Silver said. Regardless, he still picks Silver up and cuddles him—he's a silly old man who loves his kid, who can blame him?

Anyway, kid Silver hijinks ensue: running off with the animals on campus, taking naps surrounded by deer, birds, squirrels, etc., calling Malleus "big brother" and Lilia "papa" while around other Diasomnia students (they wouldn't say anything, because Malleus looks so endeared by the little human and Lilia glares and hisses *unknowingly* at any of them who DARE to interrupt their family).

Silver sees Sebek and looks back at Lilia. He's like, "Why did you make him so tall?? Papa, change him back, please!" *cue puppy eyes* he genuinely thinks Lilia pranked him. As much as Sebek says that he dislikes Silver's behavior, he's actually the one to take him everywhere. "You shouldn't miss so much school, Silver! I won't let you besmirch Waka-sama's good name!"

OK, but back to Halloween—Silver dresses up as a knight, or a prince. Maybe a unicorn??? DRAGON?? Any of them are cute tbh. Anyway, they end up going to each dorm to trick or treat (on Halloween night ofc) and Silver charms everyone, because he's Silver. Then, you have Lilia behind him just being the creepiest little demon fae you've ever had the misfortune to see...

As they're going to one of the dorms to get more candy, Silver sees another kid pouting at the lack of candy said dorm has, and their meager amount. Silver, despite having only a few more pieces himself, gives the kid most of his, and gives the other kid a hug. "There, there, you can have some of mine."

Honestly, you can do whatever you want with this, but I'd love to see this written out more coherently, if you want lol

I've been thinking about this for a while, and I NEED more kid Silver being cute and adorable and pure!! He deserves to be cuddled by his family and to eat candy :D

oh my goodness, this whole entire prompt was adorable and thank you for practically writing the premise into my inbox!! i'm not sure this is coherent.....or cuddly....but my mood with lilia has been in a pretty introspective place for sometime so i do hope you find something to enjoy :')

(and i did end up keeping that paragraph after so many of you seemed to like it akaldjll what do i know about anything)

for a fae as long-lived as he, the concept of time is an ephemeral thing. one does not count the years in a decade nor the decades in a century; a fae knows time by the erosion of a mountainside, by the loneliness of an abandoned settlement, or even by the chance meeting of a human wearing the face of another long since passed.

silver fills his arms, helmet askew and heavy with satisfied slumber, and lilia feels the ache of every day that has gone by since he was last able to cradle his son so tenderly in his embrace.

he may be the only fae that now minds his days by the sharpening of his son’s features, a change emerging far too quick and now, strangely, unwelcome.

beside him, serene, the heir apparent to the valley of thorns— looking most pleased himself in their resplendent costumes so artfully reminiscent of the admirable long, yet any dignified mysticism is rendered charmed by the plastic pumpkin bucket clutched in his crimson-tipped claws, brimming with brightly wrapped candy. the overflow is nearly double the amount given to the visiting children, even with silver eagerly dispensing his sugary treasures to any who asked, for no dorm had been able to resist his solemn request coupled with those adorably drowsy eyes and plastic sword when he had so politely asked for one piece more so that their prince might experience trick or treating for the first time. not wanting to be the dorm known for stiffing the fae heir on the most magic-blessed night of them all, both toddling knight and noble dragon walked away, tiny hand in careful claw, with a bounty piled high between them and matching smiles on their twin eager faces.

lilia had been so torn over which to get a photo of first, cheeks aching from stifling his laughter; the vulnerable delight on malleus’ face as silver so kindly presented him with his share of candy, or sebek’s ill-disguised fussing as silver’s sword had slipped from its sheath to drag across the ground.

what kindness to be able to share such precious memories with them once again.

what cruelty to remind him of what would disappear tomorrow morning, crewel’s antidote ready and waiting for them in the dorm.

“...i can see why silver enjoyed such a night of festivity and why he spoke on those memories with you so fondly,” malleus’ reflective tone scatters his wandering thoughts, leaving him to pull his focus back to the present with no small amount of difficulty. “I wish i could have participated in the revelry, but i understand now why you might not have invited me, lilia. the presence of their prince would have dampened any carefree spirits, and i would not have wanted to spoil the fun.”

a wry smile tugs at his lips at malleus’ inaccurate assessment, crooked and out of place, and he can feel the prince’s gaze weighty upon him with surprise, brows furrowing and lips parting with the question on his tongue—

there had been no such festivities, no happily shrieking village children for silver to scamper among, sharing in the night’s delights and trickery with all the innocence of youth.

there had only been an old fool of a general, taking it upon himself to fumble through the recreation of a human spectacle, for no other reason than he could not bear the sight of the boy’s features even mildly unhappy.

he might have wondered how far he could have fallen to find himself repeatedly affecting surprise as he opens the door time and time again to a giggling child, but he knows better now; he had always been steeped in a miserable, lonesome darkness, and to nurture the vulnerable child curled into his chest was to bask in an undeserving light.

without consent, his arms tighten around the slumbering boy in his arms, and malleus is wise enough not to comment.

“I do wonder if silver will be able to remember tonight’s events,” lilia comments lightly as they continue their walk to the dorm, seemingly apropos of nothing and unbothered by the watchful gaze of his young companion.

and he wonders which is more selfish; to wish it so, to have his son’s head filled with such saccharine-sweet dreams of a proper halloween as only a sweet and darling boy like none other deserves— or to cling to the lonely truth of the past, in which a bruised and battered soldier finds a purpose too kind for his bloodied hands in protecting that high and clear laughter of his child, delighting over and over again in the simple fact of his father opening the door.

#lettie's asks #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #i couldn't not put it in the tags after you practically gifted me a story of its own <3 #something something lilia experiencing a Regret about the loneliness of silver's childhood #and all that was stolen from him #but also that painful notion of a 700 yr old war veteran needing this human child to feel better about himself again #each of them wondering if the other cherishes those memories as much as they do (spoiler: yes.)#ah diasomnia #how you wreck me

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slymewitch · 6 months

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Christmas Carol autism rant

Honestly of all the stories and songs and such that get oversaturated during christmas, I unironically enjoy how many versions of A Christmas Carol there are. Not only because its a good story in general, but because unlike something like Rudolph, every single version has a uniqueness to them. The simplicity of the plot allows for so much messing around with the setting, the timeline, the mood, its all so malleable. And then there are the characters. Scrooge, Marley, and the ghosts specifically are all fairly simple archetypes, but because of their simplicity, each variant of the story can expand on said archetypes however they want, heck they can even completely zigzag the archetypes and put something completely different in the slot of one of the characters. Especially for the ghosts. Usually they’ll just go with the archetypes of angel, santa, death, but every single version gives the trio their own flavor. An angel can be a lot of things, like a girl, or a candle, or a dirty taxi driver, or the Eleventh Doctor. But Scrooge himself is probably the most interesting. Compared to the other characters in the story, he’s the one that changes the least between each adaptation on the surface. Grumpy old man, hates christmas, greedy, bad childhood, bad friends, bad breakup, the works. These guidelines are mostly unflinchingly rigid, but the exact brand of bitterness, and the details of the events, are left up to whoever’s writing. My favorite version by far though is unironically the Muppets version. Unlike most other adaptations, Scrooge doesn’t seem that hateful in that version. He still does the same greedy and evil crap as the other Scrooges, but he isn’t as angry as the rest are. You don’t get the impression that he hates anyone, and he seems more depressed than anything else. Even when he outright says that poor people should die, he just sounds done. Like he’s only saying it because he doesn’t care enough to filter what he says. And of all other Scrooge’s he’s the most willing to change. When he’s shown his past he immediately brightens up upon seeing simpler, more familiar times. When hes with the ghost of christmas present and sees the cratchets and his nephew, he makes the least wisecracks of any other Scrooge, and seems genuinely hurt by how lowly people think of him. And when yet to come arrives, he goes with him willingly, knowing that this is something he must face if he wants to be saved. Oh yeah, if you can’t tell, the muppets version is my favorite, the Marleys scene solidified Statler and Waldorf as my favorite muppets and is easily the highlight of the movie for me. But for some close contenders, George C Scott’s version is definitely the creepiest version Ive ever seen and it gives a lot more context about Scrooge’s life than most others. The Ghost of Christmas present is surprisingly intimidating, and dear GOD yet to come gives me chills. It’s strange how much mileage you can get out of a creaking gate sound effect. The Doctor Who version is also a personal favorite for being both weird and clever at the same time. Weird because its on an alien planet where sharks float in the air and can be used to drive chariots, but still SUPER clever for how it screws around with the story. I dont want to spoil too much, mostly because I want an excuse to not explain how bonkers the story is, but the way they mess with the “past present and future” theming is genius, because of course it was this is doctor who we’re talking about. And of course theres Spirited which is also extremely clever with how it messes with the story, but is also just really fun and charming to watch.

I’ve already written so much that I do not have the energy for a well written conclusion so uh, my point is that Christmas Carol adaptations are awesome despite the fact they probably shouldn’t be, and um…stay hydrated!

#a christmas carol #christmas movies #christmas #long rant #autism rant

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kirchefuchs · 1 year

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again my thoughts hope you’re not sick of them xddd

I just wanted to think about zending, how really depressing it is. You see, Narrator really wants the best for Stanley, he wanted for them both to be happy any way possible. But player is getting bored in that room. What do i mean by all this? Narrator doesn’t know it’s player, he really thinks that Stanley hates him so much that he would kill himself to do not play the game. And again, the control thing — he is still trying to be in control, to convince Stanley to not kill himself, he is trying to sound confident, but his voice is still shaking. I think that when SB ending is the creepiest one, Zending is the saddest.

Sweetie I could never get sick of these <3

But yessss you are so right. I swear it always hurts so much to see the Narrator lose control of his story like that, though it really helps you sympathize with the guy. Honestly after endings like the Zending and Skip Button it's hard not to feel bad for him because you realize that yes, the Paravle really is all he has.

Which reminds me of the Figurine Ending. Obviously you only get that ending once and so I'm going off of that one fuzzy memory (I have the worst memory retention, prolly cuz of my adhd) but I distinctly remember the pure fear I felt when the Narrator said he would only do one more run of the game before leaving it behind. But then he doesn't. And I think no matter how you see the Narrator, weather he's human or part of the game, or some higher being. You realize right there that he is just as trapped inside the game as Stanley.

I think it's almost poetic how every character is irrevocably trapped inside the game yet are all trying so hard to seem like they are in control. The Narrator especially. It's sad really. And how we know even the Player can't truly free them either, since the only hint if an escape we can really find in game is on that poster for the Escape Pod that says that in order to trigger the ending you need both the Narrator and the Player (I imagine if Stanley is his own separate person, they could do it without the Player, but that's just me). But the Player can only get there by leaving the Narrator behind. So the whole game really is a so sad if you think about it.

The Narrator was right in the Countdown Ending.

"This isn't a challenge. It's a tragedy."

We can't save them and they can't save themselves. But that's why we create isn't it? To make up a story we're they can be free? Where they can have that happy ending the game will never allow? I like to think so :)

#the stanley parable #tspud #tsp #tsp narrator #tspud narrator #ask #kirche rambles #tsp stanley #tspud stanley

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indiehorrorgamemovie · 7 months

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isthefnafmovieout reviews the fnaf movie (SPOILERS)

Pre-movie thoughts (written 10/25):

I get to see it a day early! YAY!

I might have hyped this movie up in my brain a little too much, because I'm SUPER anxious.

The polarizing reviews i was seeing throughout the day were definitely a little nerve wracking! Lots of good and bad reviews, lots of weird contridicting statements. I saw lots of people complaining about the lore being "wrong" or whatever but... Eh. It has already been established that this movie won't have the same lore as the games, so I won't mind any lore changes. They're like the Silver Eyes books, in their own seperate canon but with similarities to the games.

Overall Im keeping my hopes reasonably high. Horror films and video game adaptations tend to get a bad wrap from even the fairest critics. I'm a die-heard fnaf fan, have been for all 9 years of its existence. If Dawko loves it then I will love it I think 🫡

Okay, now with that out of the way...

Spoiler free review, posted on my letterboxd:

Post-movie thoughts (written 10/26):

The way they incorporated Mike's dream sequences into the narrative was really interesting, how he tries to use his dreams to find out who took his brother. He and Abby were really sweet :) I like how their relationship drives the plot along, with how they befriend Abby but only as a front because they want her to "be like them," and how Mike is caught up in the past and realizes that he needs to focus on protecting Abby, not bringing his brother back. Its surprisingly emotional, i really resonated with their story. Josh Hutcherson and Piper Rubio both did well!

It's basically everything I expected, and I liked it! I think it's story was good, with its focus on childhood innocence.

Vanessa is great too! Different from her game counterpart, but thats okay! And the twist that she's actually William aftons daughter? Holy shit I gasped like I was watching a soap. Thats so interesting!! I loved how she just FELT suspicious. I know it's very different from the game lore, but I expected the movie to be, and I liked what they did! I got chills when Vanessa showed the picture of her and William to Mike and you could see her holding the plane that Mike's brother used to have.... my dad thought that was the creepiest part. Speaking of william btw...

Matthew Lillard, man. wow. What a great William Afton. They do some subtle implications that hes William in the beginning and if i didnt know it was him already i would've been surprised. He hams it up like he did with Stu Macher and it's great! I wish he was in it a little more, and they expanded a little more on Williams character through Vanessa, but yeah, he was good! I hope to see more of him in any sequels!

I wish the animatronics showed up a little more, thats probably my biggest critique or whatever. But they are so well made and cute. I liked how they befriended Abby, and that they rlly honed in on the animatronics being possessed by kids and that their violence is from William Aftons influence. I wish they went more into depth about how William influenced them though, and why it's all the pictures drawn of what happened that control their vision of what happened. What we did get from them though was so cool! Jim Henson did so well with these guys, they're so cute yet can be so scary.

The kills were pretty tame on the surface, as I expected, but some of the implications were quite disturbing to a point where it didn't rlly take away from it for me. Especially Max's, it gave me a "Ada in the laser room in the re4 seperate ways remake" vibes. Same with the security guards death to the faz-trap in the beginning.

There were some pacing issues, theyve definitely cut some things i wouldve liked to see, there was some goofiness (that fort making scene made me laugh so hard im sorry, it was cute though), and some story elements that needed a touch more expanding upon, but this movie was still really fun! For non-fans, honestly i dont know how they'reresponding as a whole besides those really weird reviews im seeing on rotten tomatoes and such, but I saw it with my dad, who knew very little going into it, and he liked it, especially the story with the missing kids! For fans... well, If you like fnaf, are are willing to forgive some lore changes for the sake of telling a coherent story, then you'll love it!

Also why was Matpat there lol. isthefnafmovieout, out. See you on the flipside.

#fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf movie review #off topic

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ipsen · 9 months

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if you’ve already written something to this effect I just wish you a nice day, but tell me about how you imagine etoken would spend a day at the zoo? Do they want to learn about every single animal as thoroughly as possible, do they find a favorite and just observe it for hours, is one of them dragging the other along after halfway through due to differences in opinion, and do they do the thing where you spend a few dollars that go to conservation efforts to have one of the carnivore’s lunches named after your ex, or do they agree it’s not worth paying for something so trivial. (Is that a thing other zoos do that or was my childhood zoo just insane?)

zoo (wee mama)!

kaneki: it's our first time here, yet you know where to go! eto, who broke into the grounds last night to scout it out (the map was too confusing): kaneki: that's great eto: yeah it is isn't it

they have the mutual fascination with the conventionally ugly animals, like vultures or the occasional hairless cat (i guess). they have a particular affinity for the insect sections, where they watch the creepiest little crawly guys do their thing with bated breaths

eto: i think that fly's gonna go into the trap kaneki: but its friend got caught by the other one. surely-- *fly falls into the venus fly trap* eto: told you :]

they like the butterfly garden! "oh it's acherontia styx from Silence of the Lambs!" and stuff

eto names one of the carnivore lunches "rize", and while kaneki appreciates what she meants, he does not watch it get eaten like she does (honestly, i think i've heard of that sort of thing, just never paid attention to it because i had never dated anyone during the days i paid attention to zoo stuff in any capacity)

they take notes on their favorites and then go home and study up on them, resulting in a sort of second date sprung from the first. they share dumb facts about the ones that didn't overlap!

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Thanks for the ask!

#tg #tokyo ghoul #etoken #eto yoshimura #ken kaneki #ask

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iwonderwh0 · 5 months

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Once again watching movies about androids and just commenting it in real time because I'm watching it alone and feel like talking

This time it's M3GAN

Although those toys are a parody of kids entertainment content, I feel like they are good at capturing the essence. Yep, it feels pretty real, those things Would be popular.

I mean, this isn't even fiction, there have just been released a toy Grok powered with ai chatbot that even looks kinda the same

I mean look:

A lot of spoilers and commentary below

Damn, what did they use to build her for her to explode like that?

That breakfast looks sad. It's just a plain toast without anything.

What year is it supposed to be? They do robots that can smell things as a uni project, it's a lot more futuristic than setting looks.

And now M3GAN is suddenly stronger than this dog? It just dragged her body through the fence a few hours ago.

Damn, I got chills from M3GAN saving that memory for Cady

But then she started SINGING and it was kinda ruined

I can't, Cady literally looks like Emma

LOOK, I need you to find a difference between these two pictures

I mean, at this point M3GAN is sentient, so the problem isn't even that Cady views her as such, but rather that their relationships are really far from equal and M3GAN has too much authority/power over Cady's life. I've been in friendships where I idealized and basically worshipped my friend, making them kinda like top authority figure without realising it. It's not that it doesn't happen among human-to-human connection and it's honestly doesn't make it much better. It's just humans usually don't have this kind of power.

I'm not sure ears can do that damn 😳

I mean, you can't create sentient creature and then pretend it's just a toy/object/device.

This is what happens when you create an android that is that much stronger than human and doesn't have any kind of human-safe precautions on place that tells them not to rip kids ears out.

It's kinda ironic how the creepiest aspects of M3gan that aren't her absence of limits in regards to Cody's protection are a direct consequence of her being programmed like a toy, specifically, the way she speaks as if she's an elementary-school teacher that needs to baby-talk in a condescending manner and make everything into a lesson, and the way she just spontaneously starts to sing.

It's hard to deny that she's a person. It's just yeah, the way she was programmed makes her a dangerous psychopath.

And coming from that fact that she's not a toy but a person, a kid can't really grow out of her, as she's their actual friend with a mind of its own, instead of something that is only a kid's imagination.

Robot-horror that dances around the topic of the Squiggle Maximizer* feels like a genre in itself. I think Hal9000 from Space Odyssey was the first example of that in movies?

* A Squiggle Maximizer is a hypothetical artificial intelligence whose utility function values something that humans would consider almost worthless, like maximizing the number of paperclip-shaped-molecular-squiggles in the universe. The squiggle maximizer is the canonical thought experiment showing how an artificial general intelligence, even one designed competently and without malice, could ultimately destroy humanity. The thought experiment shows that AIs with apparently innocuous values could pose an existential threat. (source of this exact phrasing of this hypothetical)

"Gemma, this is nuts. We've taken every possible precautions there is to make sure M3GAN never causes physical harm to anybody."

Oh so there were some? What precautions exactly? From how it's presented it kinda seems like no one really reviewed her code that much.

"This is impossible, she's a toy!"

Why is it that people always fail to recognise sentient computers in movies? With human superstition it seems like on the contrary people are prone to personify objects and assign them soul. I mean, people be referring to boats as "she", and yet when something actually is made to seem sentient, people in movies seem to struggle with accepting this idea.

I refuse to see Cady's (co-)dependence on m3gan as iPad kid syndrome 2.0, it really is different when it's basically a person.

And I don't really get her (Cody's) getting violent part either. I mean, it could be explained as bad influence, but it's not like M3GAN encourages her to be violent in their time together.

"She's not a solution, she's just a distraction"

I mean, yes? But would a distraction in form of human friend in this situation be any different?

Damn! 😳

I love it. I mean, it's the horror genre, and it's good for what it promises to be.

Oh, she finally talks normally.

CREATION VS CREATOR LET'S FUCKING GO HELL YES

The ending scene with voice assistant chills

Damn, this movie was great. Not sure I'd want to rewatch it though, but it was interesting, well filmed and actually looked like authors put a thought into it. All the Chekhov's guns were put to use.

I kinda had a predjustice about it because of that "Connor vs M3GAN" poll on Tumblr with people being just insufferably hostile in comments, but it was a lot better than I expected.

I didn't expect to ramble so much in process either, but this time, maybe due to it being really recent movie and hence actual, it was (I hate this word but I can't find another) thought-provoking.

And I love that it didn't end up giving me an impression of author condescending to me with some moral lesson "black mirror style" (deragatory), but reads as authors just wanting to tell a story, which honestly seems to be quite rare within android-centric media.

#movies about androids #M3GAN #m3gan (2023)

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endstar · 2 years

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New au asks opening!

Dream au! Malak has these dreams before everything with bierce even starts. It had Bierce, Doug and everyone else in it but they’re heavily villainized. Think of it as a old fairytale. Dream Doug is honestly probably the creepiest design in this AU. He has a snake resembling Bierce ( White scales green eyes ) wrapped around his neck and it gets tighter the longer Malak has these dreams. He also has soul shards growing out of his back, and has a hole exposing his heart. Bierce in this AU is A humanoid like snake with a White wolf cloak. But she does still have her dress from the game.

The Lore and story for this game hasn’t been figured out so I’ll figure it out on the way!

The emoji for this is: 💤

another thing regarding asks!

All aus have been put into another time line so you guys have more things to ask about!

💙void Doug has been time skipped to where he is being tested on my Malak and put into Monster fighting areas. This is when he is also warming up to Ella the lynx

🦇vamp Doug has been time skipped to where he’s being tortured by Malak and forced to fight for him. (If you guys are wondering what happened just ask about it and I’ll tell I’m too lazy right now)

🐈‍⬛cat Doug has been Time skipped to where he’s being trained by reaper nurses to become a cat helper! He has a cat friend named Harriet

🐺werewolf doug Has been time skipped to when he’s turned into a child by Malak and is being taken care of by him!

💎the three have been Time skipped to when they’re corrupted by the ring piece ( what happened is that they killed Bierce with the ring but got corrupted by it in the process and now they have a REALLY bad revenge craving and are hunting down Malak )

🧵doug has been time skipped to when he starts working as a spy for Malak (again Will explain later)

The others I haven’t mentioned haven’t been time skipped ( mostly because they don’t really have Lore yet )

I am going to make a post of what asks are open now so give me a second <3

#Dark deception #dark deception doug #dark deception au #au #asks #void doug #cat doug au #werewolf doug #the three #art #dream Au

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kalosstarters · 2 years

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Okay, it’s time to talk about this episode because oh boy I do have things to say.

So. Ignoring that whole battle thing (which I will get to later), I actually semi liked the other stuff that happened before it.

-Hop challenging Ash to a battle without even introducing himself was p funny to me. Guess he isn’t quite at Leon’s level yet since Pikachu wrecked the wooloo with 1 iron tail 😅 (Makes sense, though)

-Also the introduction scene was p cool! There are many things I could bring up about it but at least in that scene Alain and Ash acknowledged each other’s existence. I may talk a bit more about this later but honestly it /really/ sucked that Alain didn’t get any proper interaction with the other characters before the battle and his first lines in general were at the 12th minute. Trust me, I did pay attention to it. But yeah, a note to the pokeani writers: you can’t expect me to enjoy a battle that has 0 build up. Apparently Alain had been excited to battle Leon? Well, WE WOULDN’T KNOW bc he literally didn’t say anything before the battle.

-Iris was genuinely the best part in this episode because her enthusiasm over all the things was adorable :*)) Pls kick that Shirona’s butt, girl! (Well, unfortunately she won’t but goodness gracious give her a better battle than what Alain got). Also aww, she was so starstruck by the other female champions :’) (reminder to the writers tho that she did meet Cynthia before and she didn’t ask for a photo then :P)

-The champions commenting the battles together in the same room was a good idea. It’s cool to see them interacting with each other!

-Tbh Steven saying ‘I hope he won’t get overwhelmed’ was already a red flag to me; I had a feeling the battle would end badly after that. I can only hope Alain will still stay to watch the rest of the tournament...

-TR my beloved, finally you’re back! I’m so sorry JN has treated you so badly but I’m definitely looking forward to your commentary in the upcoming eps (let’s be real, they will 1000% be rooting for the twerp)

-I really was expecting this to be an ‘opening’ episode for the tournament but instead we got an entire battle within it... Guess I should finally talk about it a bit. Idk what else I can say other than the obvious ‘it was really bad’. Not even Charizard lasted long enough for this battle to continue to the next episode :d Maybe its meaning was to show Ash&the others that Leon rly is a freaking force of nature (he didn’t even use giga charizard!) but.... it really sucks that Alain was the character who had to be on the other end... Give him more credit than that. The dude beat 10 mega evolution users, incl. an E4 member, in a row.

-To my disappointment the Chesnaught did not end up being Chespie bc we did see Chespie with Manon in Lumiose City. But you can’t take the HC that Alain still got inspired by Manon to use one from me. Overall I think a Chesnaught was a good writing choice for Alain bc it does make sense but I can’t say same for the Malamar. Alain may look edgy but considering that one of the creepiest TF guys had a Malamar I would like to think that he’d be hesitant to use mons that are somehow associated with that group.

-Getting back to Manon, thank goodness we did at least see a glimpse of her with Prof Sycamore watching the battle at the lab. Well, the ultimate option would have been to see them watching him at the STADIUM but I am guessing that pokeani team wasn’t willing to hire voice actors for them just for a couple of lines so that could have been the biggest reason why we only saw these glimpses of them. The other reason being that as much as I try to deny it, this is not Alain’s story anymore, it’s Ash’s, so the writers didn’t want to put too much focus on him. I just wish we could have seen a happier shot of my bb girl in the end ;____; My heart said </3 when I saw Sycamore comforting her.

I could probably continue this even longer but maybe I’ll quit for now. In conclusion tho: I did like most of the non battle parts, I was happy to see Alain and even a glimpse of Manon BUT the battle was so bad that I can’t give very high points to this episode. The only thing that can save it in my eyes is that Alain will still stick around till the end of the tournament. We’ll see how that goes. Somehow I’ll have to wait 3 weeks to find out :d

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🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

For Halloween!

ok I have literally been thinking about this since you sent it and I... honestly don't have a suitable answer SO instead I'll tell you something that happened to my grandmas when they were living alone in the middle of bumfuck nowhere nowheresville nowhere county USA, and it was around midnight when they saw headlights come up to their house which was fucking unusual for several reasons.

so grandma B (for BADASS) looked out and saw it was a big pickup truck and figured it was a couple guys who wanted to rob the place bc it was her sister's house and they had a lot of random valuable shit that they hadn't gotten rid of yet. so she went to get her gun and ran out and threatened them and they drove away never to be seen again, the end :)

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Only a Dream (The Magnus Archives)

Whumptober 2020 Day 15 Alternative Prompt: Nightmares

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Characters: Jonathan Sims, Tim Stoker, Sasha James (Mentioned), Martin Blackwood (Mentioned), Elias Bouchard (Mentioned)

CW: Blood, Injury

Summary:

In his first week as Archivist, Jon has a nightmare that feels like a vision. Tim tells him it’s nothing, so Jon lets it be nothing.

“You with me now boss?”

Jon blinks his eyes open, crusted as they are with sleep and tears. He does not understand where he is or where he came from; he only knows that something terrible has happened and it’s his fault.

“I don’t..” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to gain clarity. “...Tim? Why are you- how did you get in here?” He is in his bedroom, safe and sound. It hurts to look at Tim, it reminds him of a loss he’s never had. How can you grieve for someone standing right in front of you?

“You called Martin,” Tim sits at the edge of his bed, his eyes narrowing in concern. “You don’t remember? You must have been really out of it. He was all worked up, said I had to check on you. Good thing I did- you left your door unlocked.” Why would he call Martin? Martin’s not his friend. Martin’s not even good enough at his job to be considered a colleague. He feels like a thousand lifetimes have passed since he left the office earlier that day and Tim looks more concerned as the silence grows between them; he leans over and places a hand to Jon’s forehead.

“You’re burning up,” he murmurs. “Have you taken anything for that?” Burning up. There was fire in his dream, a lot of it. And Tim- Tim. He grabs at the arm that retreats from his face and holds it.

“Tim,” he whispers desperately. “I think I...I had a bad dream.” The words feel childish on his tongue but they are true. “But I think...I think it was i-important?” He needs to tell someone, needs to spill out the words so he doesn’t forget. He needs a witness.

“Uh, alright,” Tim says and he sits back at the edge of the bed. Good. “D’you...want to talk about it?”

“Yes. Yes!” Jon croaks as he sits up in bed a little too eagerly, head spinning with feverish need. “Will you...are you listening?” It’s very important that Tim listens.

“Course, boss,” the smile is just to humor him, he knows this. Tim finds this amusing. “Now tell me all about it.”

“There was...there was a house.”

It was a house in the sense that it housed something, but it was not an ordinary home and it was not for people. There was a tree in the yard, silhouetted against a perfect streak of lightning that was painted across the sky, frozen and wrong in every way. A woman hung from that tree once. A stained metal plate on it’s siding reads 105. He knocked at the door and it opened with an aching creak as if the house were moaning in pain. Jon saw something creep out of the corner of his eye.

“There were spiders everywhere. All over.”

“Spiders! Spooky. I know how you hate ‘em.”

Hate was an understatement. The house was full of shadows and he could only follow movement by their change in the light. There was a basement in this house but he wasn’t supposed to go in there. Not yet. Even though it called to him with answers spoken in his own voice. There was a hand at his arm, cold and unyielding and it led him in the right direction.

“It was Sasha, but it wasn’t. Not really.”

This Sasha was a blank canvas and a painted smile. She kept handing him statements, too many of them and they kept slipping through his fingers even though he knew they were important. His body was starting to ache like his bones were too much and not enough but she kept going and he kept walking, right into a dining room. The table was set but there was no food. Each plate held something incongruous- a bullet, a rib, a worm- and only one person sat at the head of the table, a small remote-looking device on their plate. It was Tim.

“But you were full of holes-”

“Gross! Why would you ruin a pretty face like mine?”

“And you were so angry.”

“Doesn’t sound like me.”

This Tim had a hollow voice and a feral laugh. He was mouthing words that Jon was glad he couldn’t hear for they looked to be filled with a ferocity and hate he wouldn’t be able to bear. He was staring at Jon’s face but wasn’t looking him in the eyes. It was then that he caught his reflection in a mirror above Tim- he was full of holes too. Bleeding and unhealed, unlike Tim’s scars. And he looked so very sad.

The room was getting too warm so he stepped back, closing the door on Tim and it felt like an end, like if he reopened it Tim would be gone. There was a coldness coming from the stairs and he knew somehow that Martin was up there. So he walked and walked and it got colder and colder and Martin was there but Jon couldn’t find him. It was important that he spoke to Martin. But Martin didn’t want to see Jon.

“Now I know this is a dream. Martin would never!”

So he kept going up and up and it hurt more and more but there was someone in the attic. Only it wasn’t an attic, it was a tower with too many windows and a warped floor. Elias was there, bathed in a green light and looking out the window but when Jon approached he turned to him. He had a gift and he placed it in his hands with a beatific smile. Told him he was doing a good job, and Jon smiled back.

He opened his hands and in his palms were two glowing, green eyes staring right back.

“That’s nasty. Where do you come up with these things?”

“I think I did something really, really bad, Tim.”

“Yeah, you did. You dreamed up this creepy little caper and you told me about it.”

“You don’t-” his mind struggles to find the words and he feels the dream slipping from him. He should have written it down or recorded it. “-you don’t get it.” Jon is tired and he feels himself slumping back down, teetering on the edge of consciousness. One week in the Archives and he’s already lost his mind. “What does it mean?”

He sees rather than feels Tim’s pat on his leg. “Stay put. I’ll grab some meds and you’ll be in la-la land momentarily. No scary dreams, I promise.” His tone is patronizing and Jon wants to scowl.

Tim leaves the room and Jon is alone. The clock on the wall ticks in a repeated, comforting manner that echoes in the silence. A spider creeps along the floor and he wants to yell at Tim to kill it but he can’t summon the energy. Best to let it be.

He asks Tim about the dream later that night but is waved off. “Just a run-of-the mill fever dream, don’t worry about it. Means nothing.”

Tomorrow he will come into work and stare at Martin and Sasha for a little too long. When Elias hands him a file he will flinch and Elias will stare. But his skin is smooth and he doesn’t hurt and the dream will fade to an itch and then to nothing.

You can’t live in nightmares, after all. Eventually you have to open your eyes.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27025453

#whumptober2020 #nightmares #no.15 #blood cw #injury cw #altprompt #fic #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #elias bouchard #my writing #my creepiest yet honestly

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a-shy-blueberry · 3 years

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To Escape the Rain

A/N: Part of @miggiisdumb‘s Only Monster Fans Collab! I’m so excited for this, it’s my first collab, make sure to check out all the other amazing works!!!

Pairing: Vampire! Tamaki Amajiki x F! Reader

Summary: Your mischievous cat plays matchmaker between you and the mysterious resident of your town’s deserted manor.

Warnings: Aged up Characters, No Beta, Slightly Dubcon, Smut, Vampire, blood-sucking, Oral F! Receiving, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Fluff, Aftercare, depictions of social awkwardness, and social anxiety, 18+ Only. MINORS DNI!!!!!

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Bad things always seemed to happen on cold and rainy nights. Nights where anyone in their right mind would be curled up at home, maybe reading a nice book, warming up in front of the fire, and certainly not running towards a mysterious and haunting mansion. A cold and dark-looking place with a tall wrought iron fence and untamed growth, A building that looked far more suited for a Halloween movie especially as you were running towards it in the middle of a storm. Yeah, you definitely weren’t in your right mind.

Damn cat

You just had to have a demonic little gremlin for a cat who apparently has a death wish.

Weren’t cats supposed to hate water? The sky was pouring out, and the street was flooding and yet your cat was running straight for easily the creepiest building in the entire town, wriggling their way straight through the intricate decorations of the front gate despite your calling for them as you followed close behind.

You weren’t necessarily a fearful person but this was getting ridiculous, scaling fences and blatantly ignoring “No Trespassing” was well beyond your nature.

You were owed a cup of tea and plenty of furry cuddles when you finally managed to catch your kitty. Steeling your nerves you placed one foot on a horizontal running bar as you gripped two bars and hoisted yourself up. Thankfully the fence was decorated with plenty of swirling iron pieces along the middle giving you footholds as you climbed, making your way to the top, and swinging your leg over without too much trouble. Your descent was significantly quicker, but the time wasted climbing meant you had no idea where your cat disappeared to.

The yard itself was honestly far smaller than you expected, and actually quite… neat? The fence had vines and weeds growing all over it which made the appearance that the yard would be quite a mess but it was completely clear?

It must be whoever is taking care of the building? Either way, it was rather quickly clear that your cat was no longer in the yard, and based on an open window and some muddy spots on the trim they had scampered into the house.

Well, you’ve gone this far, too late to turn back now.

You steel your nerves and jiggle the window open wider so you can crawl in. By the time you’re inside your clothes are completely soaked through from the rain and mudding from the siding on the house. Water is dripping onto the hardwood floors as you creep, hoping that you don’t scare your baby into running away when you find them. Their tiny muddy footprints aren’t particularly easy to see in the dim lighting available but it’s far better than attempting to trail around the house completely blind.

The pawprints led you to a sitting room of sorts, your problem child stretched out on a rug drying themselves in front of a roaring fire. You carefully snuck behind an armchair placed in front of the fire. Now was the time for the utmost caution, one wrong move and they’d be scurrying off again like a bat out of hell. You crept around the perimeter of the room. Each step was careful and as quiet as you could until they were just in reach...

“GOTCHA” you screamed as you grabbed the ferocious feline.

“AIIIEEEE!” A scream cries out from the armchair and when you turn smoke is dissipating and a small terrified looking bat is cowering, face turned toward the back of the chair.

The surprise at the noise causes your grip on your cat to loosen and they wriggle out of your grasp to lunge for the small creature. Time seems to slow as your eyes widen, terrified you're about to watch your cat...eat a living creature…

Suddenly! Smoke appears again, and a man is holding your cat.

Wait…

That can’t be right.

Tamaki had grown rather fond of the furry companion that visited him often. He'd never been one for people, only a few treasured friends ever visited, and it wasn't like anyone would welcome a visit in the middle of the night.

Not that I would even try that. That'd bring up far too many questions, things he didn't have answers for, and striking a conversation with his neighbors was far more Miro's thing than his.

The cat became a pleasant visitor, going out of their way to see him, forcing affection by curling up in his lap or following him around the house. Tonight had been a little different, Tamaki took one look at the storm outside and knew he wasn't going to be receiving any visitors tonight. No sane creature would brave the downpour outside.

So when a large drenched rat waddled their way into his sitting-room it had given him a scare. But that was nothing compared to seeing you.

Tamaki had known that many considered vampires like him to be monsters, but that characterization was insulting compared to how you looked, half-mad, with foliage stuck to you, mud covering your skin, and clothes. Oh and drenched far more than his furry friend.

What was he to do? It was on pure instinct he changed, though that was a mistake, creating an entirely new monster. One that surely wanted to eat him!

Of course, he changed back! He was immortal, and pretty powerful too, it'd be so embarrassing if he was felled by a cat.

This only seemed to shock you more, though he wasn't quite sure why you were so surprised; it was his house after all. You even fainted at the sight. So now he seemed to be in a predicament, you were in fact not a monster, but rather instead, a human.

He shuddered at the thought, monsters would be far easier to deal with, they didn't try to talk to him, and they didn't smell like food.

In reality, he'd never had a whole lot of experience with the whole feasting thing, so many of his kind charmed their prey, making friends or lovers that they then used for… additional gains… But that was way out of his skill set, just gathering enough courage and energy to survive a conversation with someone was insane, but a long drawn out relationship just for a meal, he'd never survive. Instead, he ended up having to buy his food, nothing too different from his past life but a bit more difficult. Supermarkets didn't seem to want to stock that particular thing.

Now he had this… meal person comatose in his sitting room. He wanted you to leave.

Even though you were really pretty. Err pretty for a monster he thought.

He'd managed to wipe away most of the mud covering you. You were still really gross and sopping wet the blankets he wrapped you in doing little to help. But you were still pretty. Tamaki hated that, it was so much harder to talk to someone when he found them pretty and this was already going to be a challenge to get you to leave.

It was as he was pacing back and forth trying to figure out just what to do that you started to stir.

You awoke staring at the ceiling.

When you tried to move your arms you couldn’t do some kind of interference and when you looked down you realized you’d been completely mummified with towels and placed next to the fire.

When did your cat grow opposable thumbs?

Wait, where was your cat?

Suddenly the memory of the strange man floods back and you started frantically wiggling to free yourself.

“Please... Stop,” A quiet voice asks you, halting your attempts to wriggle out of the shockingly effective swaddle. You try to angle your head towards it.

There he was standing with an intense look on his face but even then he was still quite handsome (something that was easier to see since you were no longer scared out of your wits). He had pale skin and indigo hair spiking up behind his head, slender ears pointed inhumanly. His teeth which were still gritted appeared to have easily the largest canines you had ever seen, either that or he loves to cosplay and he's got a pair of fangs in (it'd explain the ears). He still hadn’t moved an inch, his face full of tension but the expression was still there.

“Uhm.. well... Hello,” You meekly started with, “Sorry for breaking into your home,” You went to make a friendly wave but you were halted again by the towels wrapped around you.

The man stared at you for a minute and looked at your cat sitting in the chair opposite you. "Are… they yours?" He asked, his voice quiet and unsure.

You probably traumatized him, you thought. You did break into his house but your memory was still fuzzy, how did you end up on the floor?

"Uh yeah," you say "they're mine," you gave the man your cat's name and he called to them. Like most kitties, yours just flicked an ear in response to the name and continued to look at nothing in particular.

"They tend to like to ignore me too, I think it means they like you," you supplied. The man was avoiding eye contact with you now, his head low. This wasn’t getting you anywhere. You tried to wriggle around to get his attention but clearly, you were going to have to be direct.

"I'm aware you probably don't trust me but could I possibly have control of my limbs back, I fear I'm just soaking your rug wrapped up like this."

He jumped at that, moving towards you but hesitating as he approached. You got a closer look at him as he unwrapped you. His pale skin was flawless, nary a zit or freckle in sight, and those ears were definitely the real deal.

He sat back some after he finished, not retreating to his corner but still not looking at you. His nose, however, was twitching wildly now.

"You're Ah, still soaked," he pointed out. "You look down at your clothes, instantly regretting chasing after your cat in your pajamas. The thin white tee was translucent at this point, you yelped bringing your arms to cover your chest as you checked the rest of you. Your pants fared much better, the blue flannel bottoms you donned for the winter chill were drenched but you were at least covered.

The man handed you the blanket he used on you earlier and you brought it to your chest.

The storm outside was growing louder, the pattering against the window turning to loud banging as the temperature dropped and it started to freeze.

"It sounds really bad out there," You said and he looked at you, cold and shivering already, you already appeared so miserable and in need of a little help. Tamaki took a breath, steeling himself.

"Um… I have a guest room if you need to stay," what on earth was he saying, you were human for Christ's sake, you'd be better off with whatever sickness you'd catch being out in this weather. Plus you saw him, that was even more of a danger. And yet he told you "The weather is too poor for you to make it back safely, you probably don't even know where you are, do you?" You shake your head, you were far too focused chasing after a cat, a little embarrassed it took you as far as it did to find her, you must've gone at least a mile or two, and there were so many twists and turns you didn't remember. You'd even left your phone, your pajamas not containing any pockets to hold it.

"Thank you very much, especially for how I've treated you tonight," Tamaki gives a sharp nod and stood up.

"Come on, I'll show you."

You exited the bathroom finally dry and in clean clothes. Your cat was lounging on the guest bed. Completely content with their predicament.

The storm still hadn't let up, making you even more grateful for your shy host's kindness. Walking back in that would’ve been miserable, especially when struggling with a cat.

The guest room was gorgeous, decorated in a gothic style, a four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room, a deep purple duvet adorning it. Off to the side, there was an armchair, parked in front of a fireplace and adjacent to a window, heavy drapes were drawn back so you could still see the storm.

You prepared to go to sleep, locking the door as Tamaki instructed you to and tucking yourself into bed, the plush mattress insanely comfortable. Drifting off almost instantly, exhausted from the chaos earlier.

The next morning the storm had only gotten worse, Tamaki informed you of an advisory stay home order that was broadcast that morning.

So you ended up staying. A few days go by and you learned quite a bit about your host. He was a little odd, shy to a fault, plus that whole turning into a bat thing that you were not entirely sure was a hallucination or a reality. But he was kind. Making an effort to be near you even though it was quite obvious that you made him uncomfortable. Finding you spare clothes of his to wear, and taking care of you, making you food and such. He was an excellent cook and the two of you ended up bonding over your favorite dishes. Your favorite pastime quickly became watching the blush form on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as you complimented yet another dish he made you.

All in all, it ended up being a dream

Tamaki was living a nightmare.

You were wonderful, kind, and endearing. Careful not to push him too far but to gently coax conversation out of him, appealing to his interests.

But he couldn't ignore the scent of you.

The aroma that lingered around you, drawing him closer, begging him to taste you. He was on his last nerve, and it was growing worse, he could practically taste the way your arousal gathered. Heat pooling between your legs whenever things got close between the two of you.

He wanted to consume you, body, and blood. Feel the way you'd clench around him as he bit into your neck.

He wasn't going to last much longer. His supply was already dwindling, the storm removing his ability to get more so he was rationing out, and growing hungry.

Finally, on the 6th night, he snapped.

You awoke to a noise, a clawing at your bedroom door. Fearing an intruder you grabbed a poker from the fireplace and crept towards the door.

The scratching turned to thudding and you could hear whining on the other side. Tamaki!

Ignoring his previous warnings, you dropped the poker and unlocked the door, throwing it open to find him disheveled, eyes wide and blood-red panting as he looked you up and down.

"Why must you smell so good?" He gasped. Entering your room, and slamming the door behind him, making you jump. He was completely different from the nervous man before. An intensity surrounded him now as he bore into you, crowding you towards the bed.

"I tried so hard to resist, but it's everywhere, I just need a taste,"

"Taste?" You questioned "Tamaki, what are you talking about?"

"I need to taste your blood," he begged, a whine escaping as you backed away from him.

"My blood?" Your mind feels slow, dots not quite connecting "What are you a vampire or something?" You asked and the dots finally clicked. The red eyes, the fangs, pale skin, and pointed ears. You hadn't been hallucinating! He did turn into a bat!

Your cat had gone and befriended a vampire.

Tamaki was panting in your ear now, quiet little begs to taste you, and you tried to consider your options. You very much doubted you could escape, he'd probably leverage your cat, stop you, or find you quite easily. He seemed to be asking you but who knows how long his control would last if you denied him but worse a growing ache in your belly as he kept letting out sinful noises wanted to give in, see what it'd feel like, even just for a moment.

"If I say yes, how much would you need?" You scarcely believed the words coming out of your mouth.

Tamaki stared at you stunned, pupils blown wide at the thought of you agreeing.

"It wouldn't be any more than what you'd give at a blood draw," he tells you his voice is quiet and soft. You pondered that for a moment then gave him your answer.

“Will this help relieve some of the pain you’re in?” You asked, Tamaki made a noise in assent. Refusing to meet your eyes as he burns in shame.

"Okay then."

Immediately you found yourself lying on the bed, Tamaki over you, his lips coming to your neck, You groaned as he sucked on the sensitive skin, hissing as he bit down hard, lapping at the marks he left, the blood now dribbling up. You could feel a growing rubbing up against your thigh. Your taste was affecting him in more ways than one and the thought had you turned on.

He whined when got that first taste of you, the sweetness of your blood mixed in with the scent of you around him was addicting.

"Need more," he begs.

"What do you want?" You ask him. He stopped his movements not meeting your eyes and you watched as your blood dripped off his teeth, his tongue shooting out to catch the droplets.

“Tamaki I need you to tell me what you need?" You say again, voice firm.

He mumbles something to you that you can't quite catch.

"What was that?" You ask him.

"It's Tamaki,'' he mumbles, his voice only marginally louder. He still won't meet your eyes, staring just off your face to the spot with his marks on your neck.

"Tamakii, what do you need?" You ask again. This time you meet his eyes, red rings missing from blown-out pupils.

"Need you."

You brought your hand around to the back of his neck, guiding him down to you, Tracing your lips down his collarbone, you tugged at your nightshirt.

He backed off of you for a moment and you quickly removed the long tee you were using as a nightgown. Tamaki let out a breath, bringing a hand to trace the sensitive skin of your breasts, moving his knee to bring it between your legs. You tug on his shirt.

"I wanna see you," you demand, and he quickly complied, bringing his shirt over his head, revealing his pale chest, soft abs tickled by a trail of indigo hair tracing down to the hem of his pants. Those are quick to be discarded as well, leaving him bare to you only briefly as he pounced on you again, lapping once more at the blood dripping from your neck.

"Right here Tamaki, I need you here," you tell him, circling the sensitive buds on your chest. Immediately he made his way to your breast. Swirling his tongue around the tender bud, sucking it into his mouth as he tenderly nipped at it. Bringing his hand up to tweak the other. Rubbing it in between his fingers.

"Mmmmm you taste so good," he moans.

He seemed completely lost in what he's feeling, rutting against your thigh with his length.

He moved to the other breast, lavishing it in with the same attention as he made eye contact with you. The sight of him coming undone just from suckling on your breast had you clenching. He moved further down, lost in the moment. Licking and sucking marks into the tender flesh of your belly before he was in-between your thighs.

He bit down into your inner thigh breaking the skin, lapping up at the blood that dribbled out. Lost in the taste of your blood. He moved closer, nearing your core.

He pressed kisses to the soft skin of your inner thigh, nipping and tasting as he grew closer to your center. Brushing his nose against your mound he licked a stripe up your pussy, moaning into you as he tasted you.

"God, you taste good everywhere." Flattening his tongue into a point he began fucking you with it, waiting for your hips to start bucking against his face before he withdrew, replacing his tongue with his fingers, carefully stretching you out with gentle strokes as he lapped at your clit, circling his tongue around it before drawing it into his mouth. He was devouring you like a goddamn meal.

You are agonizingly close to cumming, your toes curling, the edge in sight. Closing your eyes as Tamaki added a third finger, speeding up his thrusts and sucking hard on your clit. He moaned against you, the vibrations too much. You came apart. Screaming as your hips tried to jerk away from him but he had an iron grip on you, humming into you as he kept playing with your clit, extending your orgasm.

When you finally came down, leaned over you, bringing his lips to yours. The metallic twang of your blood mixed with the salty taste of your cum was surreal, you could already feel yourself stirring again, unsatiated, wanting even more.

"I need you," you whined into his mouth, taking the kiss deeper.

"You have me bunny," he said, cradling your face with one hand as the other wrapped itself around your waist.

"Nooo I need you," you emphasized, rubbing your slit against his aching cock.

"Fuck me please," you moaned and he shuddered. Feeling as you drenched his cock in your slit. He flipped you over so your back was facing him, you separated your legs, allowing him easier access as he took himself in hand, swirling his dick around your sensitive bud, stroking it along your slit to catch more of your cum before pushing in.

God, he was big, even with his fingers before, and as wet as you were you could feel the subtle burn as he pushed into you. Slowly letting you adapt to his size before he bottomed out. Letting your inner muscles contract around him as pushed in, circling your sweet little bud to distract you.

"Please you've got to stop squeezing me," he pleaded. You relaxed, letting him slip all the way in. His lips met the marks on your neck from earlier, sipping at the blood still pooling out as he lazily thrust into you. Finger playing with your clit and happily drinking your blood. Your eyes were growing heavy as Tamaki coaxed your orgasm out of you, a gentle fall towards him as he held you in his arms. Your eyes closed as your body grew weak. It felt like you were floating, your head, light and slightly dizzy as you drifted off to sleep, satiated.

When you awoke Tamaki was pushing a juice box towards your lips.

"You need to drink bunny," you took the straw, sipping the juice as Tamaki rustled around, cleaning you and the bed up. When you finished he handed you a snack, glaring at you when you protested.

"I drank half a liter of your blood, your body needs to replenish itself," he lectured you, fretting over you until you ate. Why a vampire would even have snacks confused you unless sleeping with his prey was a regular occurrence. You felt your heart drop, jealousy coursing through your veins.

When Tamaki finished he curled up next to you bringing you into his arms. But you felt stiff and weird. Already attached to the man next to you, your heart thumping weirdly as though thousands of butterflies were trying to get out.

"Tama," Your nerves shaking "What should I do when the storm ends?"

Tamaki was silent, pondering. He didn't want you to go home, you seemed to complete his empty life, he knew once you were gone life would go back the same but he felt different一 more alive. Err一 as alive and the undead can get. That and there was a possessiveness he felt towards you, his marks still fresh on your body, your taste still on his lips. But you wouldn't want to stay with him. You were human, it was dangerous and you'd be separated from your kind by him. He could feel his thoughts beginning to race. His heart protested the thought of you leaving while his brain argued that it was necessary, that you wouldn't want him.

"You could go home," he started and he felt you visibly slump. Probably in relief, worried I would keep her here forever.

"Or…" his voice was quiet, he had to get out this last part or he'd regret it as long as he lived.

"Or, you could stay here, with me,"

You turned around immediately, a wide grin breaking out on your face as you hugged him.

"Oh Tamaki, I'd love to," his heart soared. His mind picturing your future together, and panicking already about how he was going to tell you he'd fallen in love already.

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stellocchia · 2 years

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I gotta say, after c!Dream gave c!Tommy a f*cking creepy disc as a present? Very f*cked up friendship token? Intimidation tactic? Literally just trauma fodder?

Who knows, honestly. I haven't been able to study him yet.

Either way, one of my favorite c!Primeboys headcanons has just become c!Dream building more and more complicated redstone contraptions and fancy shrines to just give c!Tommy the creepiest sh*t.

Like, my man full-on searched for redstone tutorials on the internet to build a whole horror theme park under c!Tommy's house and put a dead spider at the end of it or something. It wasn't Shroud, but it sure looked like him for a second there.

Or he makes a small-scale reproduction of Pandora's Vault that c!Tommy has to navigate to get to the end and find c!Phil in a cage, similar to the one c!Dream wanted to put c!Skeppy in.

I just love the idea of him being even more extra. Like, c!Punz sees c!Dream studying redstone intently and he's like: "Ah, studying to get your revenge on Quackity and Sam I see" and c!Dream is just like: "Whom the fuck? Nah, this is all for my new incredible master plan to kidnap Tommy in 100 easy steps. You'll see, this is perfect!"

c!Punz is just sitting there wondering if he's really being paid enough to deal with this sh*t.

#dream smp #c!tommy #c!dream #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #c!primeboys #primeboys #dream smp headcanons #he can be so dramatic when he wants to #like remember him building a whole ass golden shrine to tommy's discs?#or last stream?#or his speech about being god?#I want that but even more

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fipindustries · 2 years

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now is time for a new type of wildbow protagonist ranking.

the ranking of how close where the main cast to each other! how intense the friendships, how powerful the found families. lets see!

worm

if this was only about taylor and lisa, or even taylor lisa and rachel, this would be easily a top competitor. these three girls love each other so much to the point of loyalty beyond law, beyond reason, beyond death and beyond sanity. they would and have canonically killed for each other, and surrendered to each other’s control in body and mind. the devotion these girls had for one another went into full toxic codependence at times but all the more delicious for it.

but we are going to judge the undersiders as a whole and, well.

they certainly feel like a real life friend group in a lot of ways, there is obviously a core to it, others seem to be hanging on more because they are a friend of a friend, or because they are dating someone’s sibiling. some like parian and foil are off to the side doing their own thing. others try for a while to be an item and then it doesnt really work out. people come and go, in this case because of dying but same difference.

ultimatly they started as a bussiness relationships and while some meaningful conections where forged in the heat of the battlefield it all also felt a bit ephemeral by the end of it all and once we reach ward it seems like the warmth and drive of the group as a group got lost as each member got distanced by having their own stuff going on. 3/5 stars

pact

oh god, this is sad.

i mean ovbiously there was care and love(?) going on here but... well, blake was too mired into a lot of bullshit to give anything back and by the end of it it all came to ruin and dust for all involved. blake’s friends honestly barely feel like people in the story, and blake is literally not a person by the end of it, all conections to humanity severed. now, we might say “but green eyes and evan, muh best character in all of wildbow!!!!” and is like.

WE care a whole lot about green eyes and evan, WE the readers love them with passion. does blake? he cares about them, i guess, in as far as he can care about anything that isnt his relentless mission to get in as many doomed fights as possible and drag everyone down with him. it seems they are happy enough with each other by the end of it all but i wouldnt call this a friendship to sing for the ages 2.5/5

twig

now we are motherfucking talking

the creepiest, weirdest, most violent policule you will find in fiction and really, isnt that what friendship is all about? these fucking kids treat each other as a drug not only they cannot quit but are purposefully aiming to become as addicted to as possible. love, romance, hatred, disgust, with the other and with the self, obsession, violence, devotion, loyalty, insanity, mad science. what else can you ask of a found family?

best fucking group. they would mutilate anyone, even each other, even themselves, in the name of love 5/5

ward

i feel if you took victoria out of this this would work a lot better, but then again, the same you could say about all of ward.

i wont pretend to reach the level of analisys that kenzie’s sitting charts reached but the friendships specifically between kenzie and ashley and rain and capricorn do tug at my heartstrings something beautiful and yet, um.

ashley seems to be there mainly for kenzie and not really anyone else. rain seems to be kind of awkward around sveta. sveta really seems to only have eyes for vicky, kenzie seems to like the idea of being part of a group in the abstract and loves everyone equally which doesnt mean much. byron didnt even want to be a part of this to begin with and chris hates everyone.

they like each other, much in the same way you like your circle of mutuals, you will care very much about one or two of them and the rest are kind of background noise. 3/5

pale

damn decent friendship. at times you feel the awkwardness of this being a young friendship going through the awkward stages of puberty where you start to define yourself more distinctly as a person and it might turn out that the people you all end up becoming are not quite as compatible as they used to be when they were just kids. on top of that avery being the new comer that never quite stops feeling like the third wheel of the group.

but still the love they feel for each other is clearly genuine, and the singularity of purpose which drives them, they way they are philosophically in the same page if not fully on the matters of everyday living, the singlemindednedd in which they advance, fully in lockstep, to kick some ass and pull some sick fucking magic tricks, is admirable.

4/5

#wildbow #worm #pact #twig #ward #pale #fight me on these

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Baking with barbatos! 😄 (cute? NSFW? I’ll give you free reign 😘)

***REQUESTS ARE CLOSED THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

More like... A mischievous disaster lol

Baking Disaster ( BARBATOS X GN!READER )

“What do you mean he wants a stacked cake as tall as him?! That’s easily 7 feet!” You couldn’t believe your ears at what Barbatos seemed to demand. Well, he didn’t demand it. Diavolo wanted it. The occasion? There was no occasion! The man just wanted a giant cake for seemingly no reason, because he could. Honestly, when Barbatos invited you over to bake with him, you thought it was to show you one of the many Devildom pastries that you had yet to try, and maybe spend some time together, not to help out with a cake that easily towered above both you and him. Who would even eat all that?! “Please, (Y/N). I tried asking Luke, but it seems he’s busy with Simeon. You’re the only other person who could help, seeing as Beelzebub would eat all the ingredients the minute I turn away.” You scoffed at him; you knew the demon could do it by himself just as easily, although it would take a lot longer, “what’s in it for me?” You didn’t mean to sound materialistic or anything, and honestly pay wasn’t it either; you just wanted to spend time with him without it being for… nothing.

“A slice of cake?” He laughed softly at the sight of your face, finding amusement in your scowl and crossed arms, “No worries, I’ll make it up to you. Whatever you want. Speak your wish and I shall make it happen.” You rolled your eyes softly, uncrossing your arms from around your chest, “ever the servant, I see.” At least you got to spend some time with him, right? You quickly grabbed one of the aprons and started getting the ingredients out, “how do you want to do this? Do you want to bake all the pieces at once, like half it between us so it’ll get done faster, or do you want to do it one after the other?” “The latter. That way we can focus on one thing and correct each other if we mess up.” That’s odd, it’s not like he ever messes up, but you shrugged and did as he says. His kitchen, his rules. You walked over to the fridge to get the ingredients out, “just a simple cake. We’ll spice it up with decorations toward the end.” You hummed in response, seeing the giant stack of eggs in the fridge and then at least ten bags of flour and sugar right beside it, groaning softly, “Why does he want a cake that big…”

Honestly, once you found yourself starting on the many cakes, it was actually quite easy to get into the groove. Barbatos’ skills along with your work ethic and excitement to be with him got most of the cakes done quite quickly and you already stacked a few on top of each other. The cake was starting to be big and actually… nice looking. Nothing too fancy, but that would be changed once you guys added the decorations and icing. “Hm… Barb, can you help me? I can’t reach the top.” But of course, a seven foot tall cake had its challenges. The last two cakes that are meant to go on top proved to be a little difficult. Barbatos took one and placed it on top carefully, ‘gluing’ it down with icing, but the last one, the smallest one, neither of you could really reach. “I’ll get a chair. “ you stated, running out of the kitchen to get a chair from the dining room so you could put the last piece on top. “Catch me if I fall?” He only chuckled, nodding at you and watching you climb the chair, carefully taking the last cake into your hands.

“Here goes nothing.” You spread some icing on the bottom to help it stick, taking a deep breath to put it on top. Your knees felt kind of wobbly, suddenly thinking of everything that could go wrong, but then again, you made it this far; what’s keeping you from making it a little further? “Steady, (Y/N).” Your hands were shaking a bit as you placed it on top, slowly retrieving your hands back to your sides as you let out a breath you weren’t even sure you were holding. “Oh my God… we did it…” You laughed out, placing a hand on your heart to feel it racing, “We did it! Only the decorating is left.” Barbatos took your hand and helped you down from the chair, smiling at you and nodding. His hand came up to boop your nose, or so you thought, but he only got some batter off of it, licking it off his finger, “You had something on your nose. Come. My Lord wants red icing with black roses as decoration.” You raised an eyebrow, following Barbatos to get the icing, “red with black roses? What? Is he in love or something? What even is the occasion?” Barbatos only shrugged, looking behind him and at you, “My Lord doesn’t tell me everything. I try not to question his choices too much.” A nod sufficed as an answer from you, quickly grabbing the icing to get started.

It was… a nightmare to get the whole cake covered in red and you’re sure that at least half of it is in your hair, but that’s okay, because you found yourself laughing as Barbatos got some of the black on his clothes and hair, “you’re already dressed like an emo boy so I guess the extra black won’t make much of a difference.” He shot you a glare before his face relaxed into a smirk, “look at yourself. Did you ice the cake or battle it?” A quick glance down at yourself has you groaning. The red icing was everywhere so yes, Barbatos was right, you really couldn’t jab at him when you looked just as messy. “You’re just jealous because I look good in red and you don’t.” Oh if looks could kill. The way he slowly turned around, seemingly about to go off on you, but then smiling, was the creepiest thing you ever experienced but also so hot had it not been fo--!

“Barbatos!” A gasp left you, eyes wide. He grabbed a piece of the cake, from the cake and with his bare hands and shoved it into your face, “You’re right. Red looks lovely on you, (Y/N).” But you were too shocked to even respond to his compliment. “Barbatos! The cake! We just spent hours on it and you just rui--!” He started laughing, taking a piece of the cake that was now dripping down your face and eating it, “hm… delicious.” You still just stared at him, shocked and confused because what will Diavolo say? “T-The cake… Lord Diavolo is going to be so mad and--!” But he only laughed more, grabbing another piece with his bare hands and squashing it on your face. “The cake wasn’t for him. He never asked for one. I just thought it would be… fun.. To spend more time with you.”

Beside the fact that you were mad about another part of the cake on your face, you also just stared at him in disbelief, “what?” But he just went back to smiling and licking his fingers, “and I think we did a mighty fine job.” Anger, confusion, and sadness at all the effort ran through you, but you had a quick way to fix it. “I hate you, Barbatos. That’s why you can have the whole cake…” You reached behind him, tipping the whole seven foot cake over the edge and onto him, causing him to fall over with at least 20 pounds on top of him, groaning beneath the mass of cake, “....for yourself.” He found his way through the cake and looked up at you, red and black icing covering him along with all the cake, “how can I eat all of this by myself? I believe the correct thing you’re trying to say is…” You didn’t notice, but his tail wrapped around your leg, yanking on it until you’re falling over and he caught you on top of him, “... is that you and I are going to have a long discussion about manners and proper care of your boyfriend.”

Your eyes went wide in shock, both at his words and at the fall, “b-boyfriend?!” He kissed you, lips covered in icing and cake, before you could even say anything, “boyfriend. Thank you for being my cake partner in crime, let’s do this again some time.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #barbatos x mc #om! barbatos #barbatos fic #barbatos obey me #shall we date barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos

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