#there's no greater love than to lay down one's life for a friend but don't you wish just this once that you could both live and be happy

[hazbin-writings-and-musings]

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Romance Headcanons

Some very random and very silly little headcanons about being in a relationship with the King of Hell, and likely the beginning of many more as I learn how to write for this darling cartoon that has consumed my entire brain.

- He's one of the greatest flirts of all time, but with one enormous caveat: he has no ability to consciously flirt with anyone he's interested in. Quips and charming smiles come easy when he wants to banter with friends or taunt a foe, but when he starts to get feelings for you and actually attempts to be smooth, everything falls apart. All traces of his grace, power, and quick wit evaporate the instant he pulls his first move, and it only worsens the more flustered he becomes. His first attempt goes so badly that by the end more than a few things are on fire, and neither of you is entirely sure how. Thankfully, your receptiveness despite the disasters will build his confidence; and while he's never quite as smooth as when he's not trying, he does learn to make use of his charms whenever the moment calls for it.

- While at first he'll keep your relationship on the extreme down low, to the point of avoiding public dates and shows of affection, this is only so he can take the time to be sure you know and can fully agree to what you're getting into. Dating Lucifer Morningstar comes with a great many risks that don't ever go away, and he needs you to understand that while he'll do anything to keep you safe, your life will change forever once word gets out. The people of Hell are going to want to know all about their King's new lover, and he has more than a few enemies on multiple planes of existence you'll have to be wary of. As soon as he's convinced you're aware of the risks and accept them regardless, be prepared for him to make up for lost time and then some. He wants to take you on dates to Hell's most premier establishments, to have you on his arm for every single public appearance, and to proudly and boldly declare you to be his love whenever the opportunity presents itself.

- Genuine compliments go a long way with this man. Though he's got a very healthy sense of pride, he still very much enjoys praise, to the point of nearly giddy delight if he gets it from someone he's crushing on. This goes double if you catch him off guard. Expressing your awe when he unceremoniously summons a mundane item out of thin air will fluster him far more readily than even the most lascivious of flirtations, and he'll be riding the emotional high for the better part of a week. Praising his appearance has an even greater impact, and nothing puts a spring in his step quite like hearing how much you like his hair.

- Touch is one of his preferred love languages, second only to gifts and song. He likes to give as much as he does to receive, but as he's a little starved for affection, you'll find him very disproportionately affected by even the most chaste contact. The first time you try looping your arm through his, laying a hand on his shoulder, and even brushing up to his side he'll be deliriously happy. Once the gates are open, however, you can expect him to start initiating and upping the ante quite rapidly. He'll start taking your hand when it's available, cupping the small of your back as you walk at his side, and even pulling you in with his wings for a feathery embrace, and he doesn't stop there. Eventually, if you're amicable, he'll gladly offer his lap anytime you need a seat. This goes double if you're in public.

- Giving gifts is one of his favorite ways to express affection, but he doesn't just do so willy nilly, even if anything you could ask for will be provided in a heartbeat. Rather, he likes to surprise you by gifting something that you didn't even know you needed, and will spend a great deal of time noting what you need help with and drafting ideas to meet that need until he has the perfect solution. Being a craftsman with eons of experience and angelic powers means he can construct anything in the realm of imagination, and he'll use his skills to tune his creation to your particular tastes. All of this is done in secret to ensure you're surprised when he finally presents his creation. No matter how many hours he spends laboring over these gifts, your surprise and joy always makes it all worth it in the end.

#Lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer imagine #lucifer headcanons #hazbin headcanons #lucifer #lucifer fluff #hazbin hotel headcanon #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar headcanons #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel fluff #sfw

[sprinedankle]

my god please watch society of the snow, this story never fails to touch my heart, i don't know why i find it very close to me, i don't know if it's because it happened in my home country, that they were people that argentinians take as brothers, uruguayans, neighbor people, good people, with big hearts.

but it is the one i have the most affection for and i will always cry because of it, i even wrote a whole essay about it for school, what a heartbreaking and shocking movie, i dare to say that its the best movie about a real tragedy that i have ever seen in my life, especially the scene of the plane crash.

really loved the fact that the film focuses on those who stayed on the mountain, remembering them as fighters, how everyone had an important role and didn't try to look for a hero, i think that's worthy of applause.

the director did a spectacular job with this project, i read that he contacted the survivors and the families of the victims, many even participated in the film, and i find it incredible how this film didn't become something morbid, like many hollywood projects of the same style. here it was always established that everything that was done, was in order to survive.

"greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends."

#society of the snow #movies

[godslove]

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

The Bible has many stories with great lessons, but there is one small detail that the scribes forgot to mention. Jesus Christ also loved Judas Iscariot. He asked God to forgive everyone in His final moments on the cross.

Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.” And they divided His garments and cast lots.

—‭‭Luke 23:34

Jesus knew the prophesies and what will transpire from the very beginning of their journey together, till the end. He became his teacher, taught him the Father's love, washed his feet, shared meals on the same table and loved Judas like a brother anyway.

As followers of Christ, we are to do the same. This is what will set us apart as children of God. We know the Father's forgiveness and Christ's redemption. We are to embody Jesus' compassion and gentleness in a world that does not know our heavenly Father's love.

“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”

—‭‭Galatians 2:20, Paul the Apostle

We are to love and pray for both our friends and our enemies, because Jesus loved and died for their sins as well.

‭‭“But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, ⁴⁵ that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.”

—Matthew 5:44-45, Jesus Christ

I think the greatest test of Christianity is not only loving Jesus Christ, it's also loving Judas.

Like Judas, we are all sinners. And like him, Jesus also loved us. Jesus Christ is the ultimate example of what true Divine Love is. And it is far from the worldly, conditional love we know.

“This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. ¹³ Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”

—John 15:12-13, Jesus Christ

To the child of God that is reading this, don't be so hard on yourself. My love, regardless of what you have done in the past, Jesus Christ also loved you unconditionally. He did it for you so that sin will no longer separate you from our heavenly Father.

So I invite you to see rightly in your heart what is beyond what scriptures, doctrines and laws written in books can teach, to know the embodiment of God's love that surpasses human understanding—Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ loved everyone, including you.

#God #Jesus Christ #Jesus #Christianity #Judas #Christ #christian encouragement #christian motivation #bible verse #christian #christian blog #christian faith #biblical scripture #spirituality #spiritual #holy spirit #bible #bible reading #bible study #bible quote #holy week #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #love #The Chosen #the chosen series #judas iscariot #christian living #bible verse of the day

[aziraphales-library]

Hello, lovely admins! I've gotten the itch for fics where Aziraphale becomes a fallen angel, I don't know why, but I do. Any recommendations? Pls and thank you 💙💙

We have a #fallen angel aziraphale tag you can check out. Here are some post-series two fics in which Aziraphale falls to add to the collection...

Aziraphale Come Down by TheNapoleonOfCrime (T)

Crowley stared at the television with wide eyes, dropping the drink he held right on the floor and causing it to shatter. He watched the video that had been captured of the angel, his angel, Aziraphale, walk through the busy roads like nothing. Aziraphale, his friend who he always knew to be cautious, to be perfect, walking around as if he was drunk. And his wings, what had happened to them? What had they done to him? Without another thought, Crowley ran out of the bar he had been so comfortably situated in. “Angel-!”

If You Don't Recognize Yourself (That Means You Did It Right) by Lem00nOak (T)

Aziraphale is Supreme Archangel, he's where he is meant to be, where he can make a difference, a change. Or is he? A story about betrayal, falling, self-hatred and acceptance with a sprinkle of love +*+*+* Or my prediction for Season 3

when my time comes around (lay me gently in the cold, dark earth) by fluffy_miracle (E)

After a millennium of service to Heaven as the Supreme Archangel, in the midst of a troubled time for Heaven, the most unexpected occurrence happens to Aziraphale. He Falls. And Hell is somehow there to pick up the pieces with a lot of familiar faces and an unusually kind Ruler of Darkness at the helm. Hell is transformed from the terrible place Aziraphale had known it to be-- and so it becomes the place where he gets one more chance to start over and finally let himself be just Aziraphale-- nobody with no allegiance to anything-- except maybe Crowley. But Crowley isn't available, not like he used to be, and the new fallen angel has to learn to deal with himself, and heal, before they can meet again properly. Even if he has missed him desperately after all this time. Especially since he no longer has to be God's strongest soldier anymore...

Bad Omen by lavender_mo0n (T)

There is a common misconception that owls are a bad omen, a warning sign for death and destruction that is to come. On the contrary, a better way to describe it is to say that they are a symbol of change. That change may come in the form of death, but perhaps that is more in reference to the death of life as we know it.

No Light, No Light by PolarisVega (T)

Aziraphale left his life on Earth behind to take the job as the new Supreme Archangel of Heaven. Delighted to be welcomed back and to have finally earned the respect of Heaven, Aziraphale is doing as much Good as he can from the inside. But when Heaven's plans for the second coming of the Apocalypse are revealed. The consequences of his choices, past and present, are greater than he ever imagined.

Grip Me Tight and Raise Me From Perdition by LyricalKris (M)

It was a trap. Of course, it was a trap. The Metatron had been counting Aziraphale’s sins since that first lie in Eden. If ever an angel deserved to be a demon, it was this one. Trouble was, the only one who knew how to turn an angel into a demon was God, and She hadn’t been around lately. But that wouldn’t stop Hell from trying, now would it? Not every day they got their hands on a powerless, fallen angel. And bonus, nobody knew where he was, so there would be no interruptions from filthy, red-haired and yet overprotective traitors. Trapped in a pitch-black, super-heated room in a deep pit of Hell, a tormented, abandoned angel prayed to a demon who was too angry and heartbroken to listen.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #fallen angel aziraphale #hurt/comfort #mod d

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

I always find this chickflick/chicklit cover template very puzzling: I must have seen it hundreds - possibly thousands - of times in my life, but it always throws up many thoughts, and questions I don't have any definitive answers to.

In each of them, a tall, handsome and implicitly wealthy man gazes with desire and adoration at a woman who, instead of looking back with the same longing, looks away, at the camera, at us. The audience for this genre is close to 100% female, so she is specifically looking at other women, rather than the man she apparently loves.

Why should that be? What does that imply about her - and by extension, other women's - values and priorities?

In each of them, the look she gives the camera is always ambiguous, as though she is at once somewhat smugly showing off - or even guarding - her trophy, but also intimate and welcoming, as if to say "wait until I finish up here, dear stranger, and then I will meet you in the kitchen to gossip to you of my good fortune as though you were my closest friend".

Of course, the third interpretation that comes to mind is that she is simply acting as a blank cipher; a stand-in, a shop window dummy for the woman looking on to use as an avatar to vicariously experience the feelings of accumulated wealth, success and contentment she represents.

For this approach to have been repeatedly used so very many times over the decades cannot be an accident, and must have been exhaustively market-researched by a variety of people in white coats holding clipboards to be accepted as the approach that will sell the most books and DVDs to the female of the species, so clearly this speaks to, and appeals to, women across nations on a very primal level. It raises questions for me as to how evolution has formed women's desires and how they perceive men, and on what terms they will value men: how they will commonly fetishize them as success objects the way men often fixate purely upon women's sex and beauty, to the exclusion of all else.

I suppose it most makes me wonder whether and how the word 'love' may differ in meaning to both sexes: whether it means to them the willingness to lay down one's life for the other, whose wants, happiness and safety they now place even above their own, and will do so until death, or whether it is just a label for a pleasant treat to show off to others, whose opinions you value higher than the person you have chosen to be with.

All I know is, the distance between two people's deepest minds is greater than that between stars, and always has been.

[yanwriter-archive]

Can I request Yandere! Russell Adler being s/o best friend for a long time since in Vietnam and want to be more than just a friend but s/o always put their relationship in a friendzone until one day, he snaps. Thank you in advance!

Breaking Point

Warnings: Obsessive love, mentions of war, manipulation, drugging, mind control, false memories

Being a medic was a hard, grueling job, but being a medic for a bloody, unrelenting war like Vietnam was torture. The memories still are fresh in your mind, even after it was long done. It was hard, you wanted to forget it.

But, there were things you never wanted to forget, too. Fighting alongside soldiers, making sure they don't die, that is a bond you can't replicate. They were your friends, you brothers and sisters.

You had saved Russell's life.

A bullet had hit a vital point, and he was losing blood, fast. Within a week, he had Bloomed back to life. That's when your friendship started.

He, in turn, saved your life as well.

A rookie soldier had led the enemy straight back to your base. It was chaos, as your solider tried to fight back, being taken by surprise. You were unaware of what was happening, until one of your injured soldier was shot in their head right in front of you. You tried to defend yourself, but there was nothing you could do.

And when the gun hit your forehead, you knew you were dead.

Until Russell scattered the man's brain across the floor of your tent.

Things like that, you don't want to forget. Russell was a great friend.

But Russell didn't want to be a great friend. He wanted you to love him like how he loves you. Although he was sweet and handsome and you loved him, you just didn't like him like that. There was nothing he could do to change that.

Every time, he came back with more and more gifts and love letters and hope, you would let him down as nicely as you could. You were reaching your breaking point.

You just didn't know he was too.

-

"I just don't understand. What am I doing wrong?"

Your heart squeezed, but you just couldn't do it anymore.

"Russell, it's not you, I swear! You are an amazing guy, and a great friend, but I just don't have feelings for you."

"I could be an even greater husband, if you just..." He paused, "give me a chance."

All you could say was,

"I'm sorry, Russell."

And you were. You were so sorry that you didn't hear the defeated sigh, or the way his eyes shifted to a deep darkness. You were so sorry that you didn't even feel the tiny needle enter your neck.

-

He didn't want to do this, truely, but it worked so well with Bell. He wanted a real relationship, with real memories. But you were too damn stubborn. That's okay, there is plenty of time to make real memories with you.

-

Your vision was blurry when you came to.

When did you lay down? Why was your bed so.. soft and comfortable?

You were so warm, you never wanted to move.

Until your eyes adjusted, and you realized that it wasn't your room.

Shooting up, you tried to remember what happened last night.

Your jumbled thoughts were stopped by a soft, low voice.

"Careful Sweetheart, don't want you to get hurt now."

"Russell? Where am I? What happened?" You start to panic but suddenly your mind goes calm and frozen as he speaks again.

"Sweetheart, don't you know just how much I love you?" His smile is warm and loving.

And suddenly, your world turned rose pink.

You remember falling in love with Russell back in Nam', you remember how much you love him and how all you want to do is to be with him.

"Russell.." You can't find the words. You don't need to, as he leans down, gently cups your cheek, and kisses you deeply.

And you kiss back.

Because you know just how much he loves you, just like how you know just how much you love him.

#yandere #yandere call of duty #yandere cod #yandere x reader #call of duty x reader #anon #Yandere Adler #Yandere russell adler #russell adler #russell adler x reader

[joeliz99]

Under the stars- Theodore Nott

Sixth year at Hogwarts

Theodore Nott had always been a quiet young man, with a calm and reserved demeanor. He could count with one hand the number of friends he had made since entering Hogwarts. That detail didn't bother him; on the contrary, it had spared him from bad times and unnecessary enmities. His life was serene and somewhat monotonous, but he was content with that. After all, it was better than being at home with a father who never seemed pleased with what the young man did and the longing for a mother lost at an early age.

(Y/N) Greenwood lived to meet the expectations of the parents who had given her a home when no one else did. Always with the mindset of owing them everything she had achieved in her 16 years of life, and she had no plans to disappoint them in the slightest. From being sorted into Slytherin house, to being a polite and refined young lady, and showing disdain for those who weren't pure-blooded. It didn't matter if she agreed with it or not; it was the least she could do to show gratitude to her parents.

One night, while the rest of the Slytherin house students rested, Theodore and (Y/N) found themselves in the common room. Each in their own world. However, that very night, the two found a mutual interest that rested entirely on the power of a book that seemed uninteresting to others but captivating enough for them. What started with polite greetings in the common room, or the Great Hall, progressed to them sitting together in some classes. Later on, they became study or reading partners when they wished, and not long after, they found themselves spending time alone when there wasn't any other excuse to be together. That good friendship slowly transformed into affection, and that affection grew into love. Genuine and mutual love.

Theodore felt appreciated, just as when his mother was still alive, and his father became someone he faintly thought off. (Y/N) didn't have the pressure to pretend to be something she wasn't, she was simply herself. With her imperfections, her interest in the unknown, and her clumsiness. And Theodore accepted each of those things without a word of complaint.

Everything seemed perfect, and to a certain extent, it was. That was until the plans of a greater power interfered with the happiness of the young couple. Both were forced to serve Lord Voldemort even when they didn't support the cause. However, they yielded to the pleas and threats of their parents, who were loyal to the Dark Lord. Moments of tranquility ceased to exist, and the pressure on both young individuals to fulfill what had been imposed upon them was reflected in their lack of sleep, their little concentration in classes, and continuous paranoia. Yet, they still had each other, and sometimes that was enough.

Nights in the Astronomy Tower was a spectacle worthy of silent appreciation. The stars seemed to move to the Earth's rhythm, and the moon shone upon the two who layed against one of the arches in silence. Theodore's thoughts had drifted to a possible future that now seemed impossible, while the girl he loved remained lying on his chest, gazing attentively at the starry sky above them. The young man sighed and gently slid his hand down (Y/N)'s arm before planting a kiss on her head.

—(Y/N)... —

—Yes? — She didn't take her eyes off the sky, even though she was paying attention to what her boyfriend was about to say. —

—Do you think we would have had any chance to escape from all this? You know... For things to be different. —

(Y/N) takes a few seconds to respond and when she does, she simply shakes her head.

—I don't think so...— She adds after a moment. —We're too afraid. And if we had, we'd probably be dead. — Theodore clenches his jaw at the mere thought of losing her. He had already lost enough in this life.

—I'm sorry things are like this... You don't deserve any of this. I wish I could do more. — He murmurs, intertwining his hand with hers, who smiles bitterly and squeezes Theodore's hand.

—We're in the same position, Theo. There's nothing we can do... I just want you to promise me something. —

—What? — She lifts her face to look him in the eyes, and he smiles slightly, watching her intently.—

—Stay alive. — The girl whispers, brushing her lips against Theodore's. —I know it might sound selfish, but I don't care about anything else, Theodore. I know how things will be, and I know what we're facing. I can't even bear the thought of losing you because then none of this will be worth it. So please, promise me you'll do whatever it takes to stay alive. — Theodore remains silent for a while, just gazing intently at (Y/N)'s face. He places a gentle kiss on his girl's lips before nodding.

—Only if you promise me the same thing. I don't know what the hell will happen in the future, I don't even know if it'll be worth being in it. But maybe, just maybe, we'll have a chance to start from scratch. And I don't want to do that without you... So please, stay alive. —

The girl smiles slightly and nods, just as he had, gently caressing the boy's cheek before joining her lips with his. This time, the kiss was prolonged and filled with feelings and words too strong to be expressed with mere sentences. Their lips seemed made for each other, always syncing effortlessly and with so much love it seemed impossible. And right at that moment, even if it was just for a few seconds, everything seemed okay, like it used to be.

—I love you...— (Y/N) whispers as she breaks the kiss, her face inches away from Theodore's.

—I love you more. —

#theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott imagine #theo nott #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #slytherin

[whataboutthefish]

Hi hi! I hope you’re well. I am craving to read omega Steve whose parents don’t allow him to nest. Or Steve’ parents flipping out when they come home unannounced and find his nest. I know you have written a couple of drabbles about nesting, which were all fantastic 😍 but I was wondering if you had any other thoughts or knew of any fics like this? Either way, I hope you have a great day!

Hi nonny!

Thank you for the prompt, I've had a great time whumping the heck out of omega Steve. I hope you enjoy!!

As for other fics, I have to admit I'm a terrible fan and I don't really read a lot of fics at all. I'm stuck in writing mode. But if anyone reading this has recs for Stranger Things nesting fics please comment below!

Now onto the angst

Omega Steve, pre-steddie, alpha Eddie, religious trauma, abuse, neglect, Steve's terrible parents

Words - 2k

Steve knew two things to be true, one- that he was a shame upon his family and two - being a male omega was the mark of the devil. 

He’d been told this since birth, every memory laced with these facts and Steve had watched it proven to be true time and again. Steve was a great shame upon his family and his mother, to have birthed him, there was no sin greater. Steve was taught to atone before he even knew how to tie his shoes. Steve spent a lifetime on his knees praying to a god who saw only evil when he looked upon him. 

He was given no comforts in life, he believed if he gave way to sin then he could bring about the end of times. Steve wanted to try chocolate but he wasn’t evil, he couldn’t do that to the world. 

When Steve’s first heat hit he was so scared, he was home schooled and knew nothing of an omega’s cycle. He ran straight to his mother begging for help as slick ran down his legs and he craved something he couldn’t name. It hurt so bad, and he didn’t understand. His mother tied him to his bed, grasped the family bible to her chest and prayed by his side for two days. 

Steve wasn't allowed a nest, that was a comfort afforded to clean omegas. His mother had been a clean omega- chosen by god- before Steve came and soiled her. Steve was just a stain upon his family. 

His mother still had a nest, it was only right and fitting since Steve’s father as head of the home, deserved the comfort. He would look in at his mothers nest when he could, stolen glances, wishing to reach out to take a piece and take comfort in the scent of family. 

Steve never got to touch though, the door was locked when his parents were not home, and he was alone a lot in that large empty house. The older he got the more he had to repent, the more his body changed, softening and blooming, it was only more proof he hadn’t prayed hard enough, that he was breaking rules. 

Steve thought he knew all the rules, was good at following them to the letter but he must not know them all, it didn’t matter how hard he tried he kept losing. 

His parents started leaving him alone for longer periods, Steve’s father always working and his mother, done with her dirty secret at home went to live a life not weighted down by the blight that was her son. He was sent him to public school then.

High school was so much more than he could have imagined, he was shy at first everything so new and strange, people acting like this was real life, like they didn’t have a the weight of sin laying on their shoulders. 

Then Steve actually started to make friends, first was Robin, a sweet beta that had a sharp whit and even sharper tongue. Then there was Tommy and his girlfriend an alpha pair that Steve couldn’t even begin to understand, who were both a bit brash but Steve loved how easily they swore, it made him blush bright every single time. Nancy was Steve’s first omega friend, he had his first sleep over at her house, his heart hammering in his chest when her beta boyfriend Jonathan climbed through the window with a movie and snacks.

And then there was Eddie, an alpha who somehow subverted every societal norm and still command the room. Steve blushed bright red every time the alpha looked his way, Robin swore Steve had a crush, but Steve wasn’t sure. There was no way an alpha would want someone like him, no matter how often Eddie seemed to hang around when Steve was there. Even as he made friends and learned more about the world, he was still the stain upon his family. 

Steve learned to forge his mothers signature to join sports teams, he knew it was wrong but he wasn’t hurting anyone, surely it wasn’t the worst sin. Steve felt out of his depth for every minute of it, continually waiting for the other shoe to drop and yet it didn’t. He found he was good at sports, his friends were so encouraging, his couch put him in the game early and the fact he was an omega never seemed to work against him. 

Of course when his heat his mother returned, calling in to school for him then strapping him down to his bed and leaving him to ride out the pain alone. Steve was always so aware of her presence so close but nowhere in reach. When his heat was over his mother left, barely a word spoken, no indication of when she’d be back. 

Somehow this time it hurt so much more, now Steve knew what connection felt like, he’d seen his friends with their families, saw the touches and the way they scented one another, he saw comfort asked for a given freely. The stark comparison to his own life hurt like a knife to the heart. 

As his friendships bloomed it also came with gifted nest items. A common practice among friends was to share scented items for one anothers nests. Steve took these items, treasured them and began to slowly assemble a nest. Hidden in the base of his closet he surrounded himself in the scents of his friends. His most treasured item, a shirt from Eddie, his scent felt like coming home, if Steve was honest he was obsessed with Eddie’s scent.

He went to the mall and bought a couple of blankets and a body pillow that was so soft Steve never wanted to let go, letting himself give in to the need within him, a need he hadn’t realised he’d had. What he thought was just a constant state of unease from holding the sin of the devil turned out to be his inner omega in pain. He bought a bunch of cheap shirts that he pushed into his nest for a couple of weeks before he was able gift them to his friends. The joy he saw when they received the gifts made Steve question everything his mother had ever said. 

And the way Eddie’s nostrils flared and eyes darkened did things to Steve and had him running to the bathroom when he felt wetness pool between his legs. Robin had followed him, talked him down from a panic attack as he curled into a ball on the filthy floor in a bathroom stall

Steve started to question everything his mother had claimed, because surely people wouldn’t want the scent of evil in their nests, and yet they eagerly took his offered items. 

Questioning his mother’s words like this was ultimately a mistake because Steve started to relax, he became careless at home. Leaving the door to his nest open, letting items spill out as he stretched out in his nest. He started to scent mark the house, it was all unconscious actions but finally his omega was allowed some comfort and naturally that comfort spilled into every aspect of his life. 

The day Steve had finally let Robin scent him, he’d melted into the touch as the beta rubbed her cheek against Steve’s, it was nothing more than a comfort and friendship, nothing sexual about it. Steve felt bouant as he drove home, he’d never imagined how amazing holding someone elses scent on his skin could feel and he couldn’t wait to get home and roll around in his nest, sharing that scent so it would last longer. 

The way his whole world came crashing to a halt when he drove up to his house. His father’s car sat in the driveway, the lights in the house shining through the windows and when he glanced to his bedroom window his stomach dropped. The light was on, and he could see the silhouette of a person standing in the room. 

Steve opened the door, shrinking in on himself when he heard the lines of scripture falling angrily from his mothers mouth. He thought he might be sick when he heard the sound of shredding fabric, blindly running up to his room, falling to his knees when he saw what was happening inside. 

His mother was destroying his nest, her sewing shears rending it to shreads as she tore into the fabric. Her words tumbled into tongues compelled by the spirit spitting and baring her teeth as Steve shook and cried bent over in supplication, neck bared and utterly helpless. 

That night his mother spilled rice across the hardwood floor in the cold kitchen, pushed Steve to his knees and watched while he prayed the entire night. His legs had gone to sleep hours ago, the pain that struck like needles into his knees and shins by the end the pain came in waves as he swayed on his knees fighting sleep, repeating the prayers until the sun came up. 

Steve was sent to school with no sleep, it was Eddie that saw him attempt to hobble his way into the school, it was Eddie that ushered him into the back of his van with little effort. Steve was barely a shell of himself, his scent dulled and mind clouded in a fog of fatigue and pain. Steve didn’t speak, only pulled the leg of his pants up and allowed Eddie to help pick the rice from his skin. They didn’t go to school that day, instead Eddie drove out to lovers lake and let Steve curl up into his side and sleep. 

Steve wakes with a fright shooting upright and unsure where he is until Eddie’s deep purr comes from behind him and Steve turns to see Eddie relaxed back against a pile of blankets in the back of his van. He knows he has to go home, his thoughts are still sluggish his head still full of fog but his body has stopped aching and some part inside of him feels so much more at ease than ever before. He’s never slept so easily, even if he was sleep deprived the level of comfort he feels right now is so overwhelming he doesn’t really know how to process it. 

Eddie drives him back to school and Steve’s car, Steve doesn’t think twice when Eddie leans in to scent him, Steve melts into the touch and whines when Eddie pulls away. Eddie promises to be here tomorrow, that Steve can get through this. Steve doesn’t let himself linger on the reality, that Eddie is in no position to promise those things, instead he holds the promises against his heart and dares to hope. 

When he gets home though all of that disappears. His mother and father were sat at the dinning table with a priest. The shreds of Steve’s nest lay on the table along with forged notes and what looks like the contents of his gym bag. When he gets close enough he see’s the three of them scent the air. 

Steve arrives scenting so thoroughly of an alpha that even his father begins to shout, his mother prays rocking back and forth and the priest, he has a look of danger in his eyes, a look that has Steve’s hindbrain in a panic, a look that promises pain. 

Eddie waits for Steve the next day and next and the day after that, he waits every day for a week, before he dares to drive past Steve’s house. A for sale sign hangs in the yard and the place is dark. Steve’s friends do their best to search for him, but they are young and their resources are limited. It doesn’t stop Eddie from waiting just an extra few minutes every morning, search the car park for any sign of Steve. 

It doesn’t stop Eddie from travelling the country, moving from job to job searching, always searching for the chance that he might see that brown haired omega that could have been his.

#stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #steddie drabble #angst #nesting #religious trauma #my writing

[tendergraphite]

The Secret History's Dream Sequences.

I saw @bandaiddd post questioning what the meanings behind the ending dream sequence could be. So I decided I'd make my own post discussing all of the dreams and their meanings because they all interconnect and inform one another.

The dreams are actually fairly straight forward, and bring a greater focus to themes and events already shown. Mainly, these dreams serve to show what is 1) Actually happening and 2) Shows Richard and Charles true feelings—I’d also like to bring attention to the fact dreams usually are what your subconscious picks up that your conscious hasn’t yet; It’s why they can sometimes seem premonition like in nature—when in reality, all they are is a peak at the end result of something entirely inevitable.

If It's not clear how I got to a certain conclusion about the characters, follow the links that should clarify some details.

) Richard and Charles train journey: The two were running away from Henry; Their guilt for the murder/s as well obviously, but this dream was a premonition for the disaster to come. Charles we must remember hadn’t wanted to commit the murder, thus his watery recounting of his dream sharing to Richard—Who we should note, noticed Charles upset to begin with despite being as dense as a rock—Is rather telling of his true feelings during this time. 

Henry at this point was about to pressure Charles even more so than before, and the two would keep getting distracted by what seems important but in reality is trivial (Think the sudden discourse with Camilla) Until their times up, and they have to wake up and face the music.

) Bunny in the bathtub: The goldfish represent Bunny; the fish isn’t rare or unique, and yet you still see them in luxurious places such as expensive restaurants or well-off businesses. The eyes being different sizes is showing how Bunny felt two extremes of emotions before/during his death—The large pupil representing his immense love and adoration for Henry; and the opposite side, his pinprick terror for his best-friend.

Richard felt terror at the potential of being caught in this dream because it represented how he was grasping his new life and didn’t want to let it go; He loved beauty, he loved Hampton—he’d do anything for it: But in the end, he’s drowning from the consequences. The fishbowl gets knocked over—Bunny falls off the cliff, and shatters. The corpse is dropped, and the splash is Richard's actions backfires immensely, and the enviable loss of the beauty he’d obtained finally commences.

) The Abandoned Baby: This dream was a manifestation of Richard's realization of what Bunny’s family was actually like underneath all the glamor and false love. The cemetery was a famous one, but a cemetery is a place of death no matter how you pretty it up. The baby was how Bunny in reality had been treated throughout his childhood, and Richard's comment is how he both felt about the way Buns family reacted to the funeral and how Bunny had been entirely abandoned at Hampden without any financial support from his family. 

''Those imbeciles, they went off and left it here all by itself''

The man behind Richard was Bunny, and the ‘’He knew, that I knew.’’ Was in reference to both Bunny now knowing that Richard knew about the farmer, and had been apart of the conspiracy to kill him—but also that Richard knew the truth behind Bunny’s behaviour; It could also be said the baby from before represented how Richard when it came down to it saw Bunny as someone innocent; you don't get much more innocent than a baby.

) Charles Dante: Brief dream but says a lot about Charles mental state at the time—He felt horrific guilt for Bunny’s and the Farmers death; It was the real reason for his mental collapse, it was never Camilla that had caused this, she was nothing but a red herring—But Richards distracted from this fact until it’s too late.

) @bandaiddd here is my answer to your question: Julian lays down the groundwork for the incoming dream well enough; Ghosts are the light of dying stars in our minds, and what we are about to witness is the ghost of Richard’s dying memories of Henry.

Henry is a man whose childhood is in ruins, a man so abused and whose mental collapse is so abhorrent that Henry is unrecognizable when compared to what little humanity he had when Bunny was still there to ground him; It’s why the dream takes place in a deserted city in complete ruin—The futuristic aspects are where Henry’s perfectionism leaked threw as he tried to rebuild himself amongst the wreckage.

It’s notable Henry showed up when the contraption shifted to the Pantheon, if you recall, Henry made a comment about Richard’s living quarters being similar—It’s why he says ‘’I thought I’d find you here.’’ Now this is where I tear up, as that moment in the frozen workshop is when Richard fell inlove with Henry, and became entirely devout to him.

Richard never accepted Henry’s death, deep down he thinks he’s still alive. Many of us, after reading the book, believed it to be so too. What hurt me most was that question coming up again: ‘’Are you happy here?'' It’s in reference to the same warm moment of acceptance at Francis’ country house. ‘’Not particularly.’’ Henry had made the comment in reference to Richard running away from his abusive home, and how he hid his past so well ‘’you're not very happy where you are either'' But it was all for nothing.

Richard searched for happiness, but ultimately it was all meaningless. He was right back where he started, in the end.

#the secret history #henry winter #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #richard papen #I just noticed francis didn't get mentioned once #get nonced on francis your the planest character #bunny corcoran #dark academia

[rillils]

no bc at the end of the day, when steve and bucky were on the helicarrier, and steve already stopped it from killing a bunch of people, steve didnt fight back

because at the end of the day, he took every single one of bucky's punches thinking that its his fault that this happened to bucky

because at the end of the day, Steven Grant Rogers just stood there while he was getting beaten up

because at the end of the day, James Buchanan Barnes knew him

NO BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, STEVE WAS WITH HIM TIL THE END OF THE LINE

oh god THE FEELS, honey, why do you do this to me 😭

oh. oh no. darling I must ramble, I just, I can't help it, I can't *shrieks*

just. how relieving it must be for Steve, to know that he doesn't have to fight Bucky anymore, that he doesn't have to hurt Bucky anymore. now that his mission is complete and the world is safe again, Steve doesn't have to be Captain America anymore, and you can see the shift in him the moment he lets himself leave all of that behind - the world, the public, his mantle, his duty. it's like a weight has been lifted off his chest and he can finally breathe.

he physically divests himself of all of it: he takes off his cowl, lets go of his shield, and stands before Bucky as only Steve Rogers - because at the end of the day, that's the man Bucky knew, that's the man Bucky saw whenever he looked at him.

it's kind of like that day, in that bar, 70 years before, when Bucky told him that no, Cap wasn't the one he was ready to lay down his life for: Steve was.

what Steve is saying now is just, the other side of the coin. Captain America might have other priorities; he might have to put the greater good first, and worry about the rest later. But Steve's number one priority is Bucky: everything else is just background noise. and the man standing before Bucky now is Steve, as vulnerable and true as he can be.

he's not an ideal, or a symbol, or an abstract concept: he's a man made of flesh and blood, and he's in so much pain, and he's stubbornly forcing himself to stand upright rather than curling in on himself like his body desperately wants to, because there's no agony worse than knowing that Bucky's right here, and still just out of reach.

you know, we always say that Steve stops fighting back in this scene, but that's not quite true, I don't think. Steve is still fighting, just not in the same way as before. and what he's fighting for now, is for Bucky to come home.

Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, he says. You are my friend. You've known me your whole life. Come back to me, he says, I'm here waiting for you.

this is how Steve's fighting back against Bucky's rebuttal: not with his fists, not with his shield, but with his heart. each time Bucky hits him, vibranium against mere human flesh, breaking skin, bruising bone, desperately trying to make Steve shut up, resorting to violence because that's the only way Bucky can defend himself against the nightmarish reality that's coming down around him, Steve responds with love. with all the incommensurable love he's been carrying in his heart for Bucky all these years, through time and death.

Steve responds with the only thing he's got left to give, after he's given all of himself; and, incidentally, the thing Bucky has been denied the most, ever since he fell out of that train.

what Steve is saying to Bucky, in every way he can, is: I love you.

You have a name. You're not a machine, you're not a thing to be owned and used. You are a person. You are Bucky. I know you.

and how many times have we said that to know someone, to really know them inside and out, is to love them?

I know you. I've shared my whole life with you. I love you.

but even more than that, I think he's telling Bucky, You know me, too. You loved me, too.

because Bucky may have been told otherwise for 70 years, but he too has a heart. he too is allowed to feel, to care, to love, to think, to just- be. to a man who has been brutalized beyond all comprehension, weaponized, dehumanized by any means possible, Steve is saying, You are human, and they cannot erase that, no matter how hard they try.

and I think this is where I start crying, 'cause gsjdkfldkg

choosing to echo Bucky's own words from when they were younger, that's, god that's just.

first of all, it tells you just how important those words were to Steve, how deeply they touched him, and how much he cherished them all his life, if they've stayed with him until now. second, it's easy to assume that possibly, nah, probably, nay, definitely, it didn't happen just the once -- Steve must have heard Bucky say it time and again, right? every time Steve got too stubborn, when he thought he should shoulder the weight of the whole world on his own, Bucky must have reminded him of his vows, and told him that he would never be alone.

but- but we don't even need speculation here, do we? we have proof of that.

when Steve asked Bucky if he was staying in Europe to keep fighting, didn't Bucky tell him he would follow him, yes, even "into the jaws of death"? when Steve tried to tell him to save himself, didn't Bucky scream No, not without you? and isn't the true meaning behind those words always one and the same? I'll be by your side until the end, no matter what.

that's a lifetime's worth of loyalty, of love, of selfless devotion that Steve's offering back to Bucky now. This is who we are, you and I, Steve says with what little strength he's got left. This is who we have always been. We don't give up on each other, we don't leave each other behind.

and if it's true that Steve's Bucky is gone forever, if it's true that he died a long time ago, broken over and over, then the least Steve can do is stay with him, with what's left of him, until his own dying breath. because that's what they promised each other. besides, Steve's already lived in a world where he'd lost Bucky; he's not going to go through that again.

Then finish it, he says. If you must, if that's what you need from me, then kill me. If your hands are cold, lay me on your fire to keep them warm. I'm not letting you down again.

and when a glimpse of recognition finally appears in Bucky's eyes, moments before the glass pane under them crashes and Steve falls, and you know that Steve's words have finally broken through the programming, then--!!! *SCREAMS*

for a second before he falls, just for a split second, Steve looks up and there's Bucky looking back at him. doesn't that just kill you??? that Steve probably thinks he's dying, just when he'd finally got Bucky back? must they always be just out of reach of each other? must one of them always, inevitably fall, ripped away from the other?

but. but Bucky gives their story a different ending, this time.

Bucky jumps after him. with a dislocated shoulder, a possible concussion, several bruises, and a fucking storm raging in his head, he dives into the Potomac and grabs onto Steve for dear life, dragging both of their spent bodies back to the shore.

he has to go; but first, he makes sure Steve's still breathing.

and and and and and honey, just, the way he pauses and looks down at Steve for those endless seconds, without saying a single word, just lingering there for a while, I'm- I'm getting emotional just thinking about it.

what is he seeing? does he remember Steve's name, has it come back to him? is he fighting off a different image of Steve, resurfacing from the back of his mind? does he want to reach out, touch Steve again just to make sure he's real? is he wondering why he jumped in the first place? is he struggling to understand? to figure out where this instinct to protect Steve comes from? is he trying to commit Steve's face to memory, afraid that he'll forget again? is he saying goodbye? is he hoping Steve will wake up and beg him to stay, tell him more, call him by that name again?

ALL I KNOW FOR SURE IS I'M CRYING AGAIN

#stucky just stucky #stucky #catws #personal #I HAVE TOO MANY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW I THINK I'M GONNA HAVE TO GO SIT IN THE DARK FOR A WHILE #*muffled sobbing in the background* #honeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy why do you hurt me sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo #why do our babies hurt us allllllllllllllllll #😭😭😭

[soldier-poet-king]

The national anthem?? In MY mass right before the closing hymn??? I was about to hit da bricks but it's very cold and dark and my mother had the car keys and I had no where to go

But I am INCENSED

and ofc as soon as I bring my concerns up my family just laughs, my aunt's like haha okay I'm leaving, and everyone else is like 'oh no here Fran goes again' as if being concerned about the philosophical implications of introducing a nationalism thing into religion is wrong. Haha look Fran's on another righteous rant again. Haha how stupid and dumb and emotional she is for trying to have a discussion about this.

There is a CLEAR difference between having a remembrance day reflection in lieu of announcements, 'no greater love than to lay down one's life for a friend', swords to ploughshares, even I understand that not everyone is as wholly committed not non violence as I am, I can agree with that sort of remembrance in a religious context.

But the NATIONAL aspect?? The 'oh the sacrifice in service of OUR country' (vs. sacrifice in honour of our fellow human, of God, of The Good)??? Has absolutely NO place in the church, or in Christianity more broadly. We want to be traditional literalists??? Go read Paul, neither gentile or jew, etc etc. I will stop here because I am about to start reciting estraven's speech from the left hand of darkness but like I'm SO mad

I mean don't even get me started on the whole church militant, framing faith and religion as a conflict or battle for souls, the us vs them, instead of a collective endeavour, a struggle together toward the good, and against the potential for evil which exists in each of us. Don't get me started on how the knights of columbus and the squires is just fuckin masons for Catholics and a sexist (and racist) boys club and they have no business doing this shit anyway.

MOTHER I CRAVE VIOLENCE, nobody is as full of rage as people completely committed to all forms of non violence

#the duality of fran #i need a fuckin drink #gonna pour myself a glass of wine and scream #SWORDS TO PLOUGHSHARES #i was so mad and now my family is mocking me and im even more mad #everyday im like. the quakers/society of friends were right. i need to read more them and more 20th century radicals #SCREAMING. BITING. HATING #dont even get me started on just war doctrine. augustine square up my dude

[the5n00k]

Ollie Chen and the Concept of Identity and Self Worth

Not as long as the other analyses so I won't cut it this time

Quite a few people have boiled down this character's entire arc to prejudice and unlearning taught behaviors but I refuse to believe that is all there is to this character. Especially after one of his biggest episodes came After his redemption arc and explored his insecurities. Which is where I come in and lay them out for you in a long, convoluted, half asleep essay detailing what makes this character so interesting and personally relatable to myself! (Sadly)

Ollie is a good kid. He was raised to believe and build his entire personality and life off of the idea that he is the good guy and ghosts are the bad guys. He's disappointed in himself when he thinks he's failed the "greater good" of Brighton by losing the story sprite in Book Marks the Sprite. It's not hard to see he has a major hero complex and believes that if he's not saving the day himself, he's disappointing everyone. It's not ever spoken but it could be a product of his father.

Ruben Chen is ALSO very goal oriented and on a one track mission to rid the world of ghosts with more passion than his other family members. He's the one that single handedly convinced the entire family that ghosts are bad because of a traumatic experience. By failing to capture a ghost, Ollie is failing his dad. Everyone at some point in their lives has wanted to make their parents (or somebody they look up to) proud. And it's devastating to him to believe that he doesn't. He reminds me of Varian from Tangled the Series in that aspect, trying to make his father proud and putting on a persona when he's just a scared little kid. (Another character I was skeptical about joining the main cast of characters I was familiar with only to fall madly in love with his character arc)

Another thing he's built his life around is the title "research specialist". He's the so-called "expert" on ghosts according to the GCC metube introductory video. So during A Frightmare on Main Street, when Molly, the first person he bonded with in this new town, the first person he told about their ghost hunting, his CRUSH, tells him he knows NOTHING about real ghosts?

He is DEVASTATED.

His whole life, his title, crumbled in an evening. Faced with the reality that he had been misinformed since birth and that him and his family are the REAL bad guys. He denies it, (multiple times before this too, so much so that Molly was so fed up, she finally said what she had been feeling about his family's ideology for MONTHS) obviously that is one difficult truth to just suddenly accept. But he eventually comes to terms with it. Happy ending, right? He's not a bad guy anymore! Well...

Here's where the self worth comes in. If he's not a ghost hunter and isn't part of a team doing good anymore, who is he? He was the research specialist, he had a mildly successful metube channel with his family (who still hunt ghosts btw!), if he's not useful to them, what's his purpose?

They don't really explore this aspect very much aside from visually showing it to the audience in the episode The Unhaunting of Brighton Video. He's seen not quite keeping up with the rest of his new group, The Ghost Friends. He's awkward, out of sync, doesn't understand their inside jokes, he's almost completely excluded for the first part of the episode. Scratch even voted against him joining the group to begin with. (Apparently Libby voted for him with Molly, I wish we could have seen that exchange and dramatic gasp of betrayal from Scratch) It doesn't help that the ghost is yelling at him for most of the episode for being a screw up despite being a screw up himself.

Honestly Ollie and Scratch have more in common than you'd think in terms of reinventing yourself and being afraid of your past but that's a post for another day.

The next episode I get this read from is Let's Play Turnipball. In it, Ollie plays a very convoluted and confusing local game along with Molly's coaching. And right away you can tell he is Not confident and that she is totally overselling him. He knows he's going to let everyone down because he can't remember any of the stupid rules. He tries his best and for the most part is successful until he loses them the game by accident. (While Perfektborg is actively trying to lose, hope Molly didn't tell him that) He kicks, curses the game, and walks away to go mope about his loss. He just wanted to prove himself in this new town he's still unfamiliar with. He wanted to be useful otherwise he would have just told Molly he didn't want to play anymore. But he didn't want to let anyone down.

But then, the entire town embraces him in a celebration!

He's... confused. But excited! And accepts the town's appreciation. It was so nice to finally see him get a dub for once.

My conclusion for this? Ollie was raised misinformed and misled for his entire life, yes. But that affected him beyond his anti-ghost agenda. He became reliant on being the hero (A Frightmare on Main Street) and stubborn in his beliefs, believing everyone else wrong. He's TERRIFIED for most of the season because of this, by far the jumpiest member of the ghost friends. He's traumatized by horror stories and insurmountable expectations of saving the world from a supernatural threat that isn't even there. Unless you count the frightmares in which case, yeah, sure, I'll give you that. So when all of that was ripped away from him and turned on its head, his entire self image SHATTERED.

I almost wish we had an episode to explore that but it doesn't seem like we'll get that. But this scared, confused boy is finally coming to terms with the fact that he doesn't have to be The Ghost Hunter or Molly's Hero to be useful. Heck, he doesn't even need to have Molly to be in the show. (UNLIKE SOME LOVE INTERESTS COUGH COUGH WENDY COUGH COUGH WASTED POTENTIAL)

He's becoming his own person outside of The Ghost Chaser Chens. And I'm excited to see how they'll react when they find out.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #tgamm season 2 #ollie chen #tell me this makes sense #im half alive at work at the end of my shift #i just really wanna put it out there how good Ollie is as a character #and that his arc goes beyond him liking ghosts #he's not boring or basic to me #but it's fair if you like the other characters a bit more #i relate to him a lot in terms of overcompensating to attone for the sins of my past #and it hurts when people say there's nothing to him #so i really wanted to put this out there #i hope all five of you that bothered to read this enjoyed it

[brambletakato]

Des(cole And/Or mond)

uhh,, ruh oh (prequel spoilers)

To be honest like 50% of my brainrot comes from both my campaign Des and the backstory for such which is VERY far removed from canon, but that doesn't mean I'm NOT insane about this man looking at him from the canon PL angle. Like I don't really know where to start?? Uhh

I think he's literally the perfect guy to analyze psychologically. Leon is a fucking nightmare to try and figure out, meanwhile Des has so many interesting twists and turns and themes to interpret (even if his character slightly gets a bit off-balanced in Eternal Diva)

Descole presents himself as calculative, cunning, smug, mysterious, and strong-willed. Within a presence, he keeps up his persona with an honestly charming dramatic flair that nobody asked for, which is already on the chart for what makes a character a viable blorbo for me

But when you take a look of who he was, who wanted to be, and who he could be, he quickly becomes such a morally complicated character.

Like really quickly I'm going to get this out of the way; I have a MASSIVE pet peeve to those that say Descole did nothing wrong. He did do a lot of fucked up shit, and I'm not excusing any of that. Removing the responsibility of his consequences would make his character bland imo. He's not morally purely black or white, but he's in a dark gray zone where, while he had a strict no-kill rule, he still inflicted harm on the people in his way and the homes they resided in. He isn't afraid to dabble into even human experimentation if it means to get to his goals, even if he has the greater good in interest.

So about the lighter morals of him, he still has a string of humanity in him. He isn't completely lost to corruption unlike Leon, but he isn't completely recovered like Layton. He still sets off on a self-destructive path to revenge, but he only allows himself to get set ablaze (in his pov, not in the outsider's perspective).

A friend said that he's still the little boy that ultimately wants his family back, whether that's his parents or his wife and daughter, and that AAAUGHHRHRA OUUUUGH :((( RGRR :CCCCCC

Speaking of, Desmond. Desmond was never meant to exist.

In his eyes, it would only be Hershel Bronev that died, and whatever comes later would be the host of his vengeance. But Desmond was soon given a meaning, a light elsewhere, tender hands and a fond gaze that said that they loved him. Suddenly he was somebody else. He was somebody else that started putting down books, that started to wish for something other than revenge.

And the fact that, even if once, he was a man that has felt what hope is like fucking KILLS ME... Sometimes I wonder if he even felt fearful of the thought when he realized he was starting to focus less on revenge. Suddenly, there was somebody that he was starting to care about, somebody that was there for him emotionally and physically, somebody that he so dearly wanted to lean on their shoulder and ask if everything will be okay. And the only time he felt that was with his previous family. The ones that were taken away.

He's almost shy to feel that sense of longing again, like a neglected dog feeling a gentle hand brush their head for the first time. It's intoxicating. It's fearful. It's so, so comforting. He wants more. But he is scared of being hurt again. Scared of losing somebody again. He's scared. Scared, fearful. It's all that controlled him. Fear and hate.

But he still tries, despite everything he sees, there's a part of him that still wanted to live, to experience, to love. There's a part of him that wants to break out of such a wretched life and to start anew, to finally lay rest of his woes. And he does, for a little while.

And the worst part was that he was right in the end. They too would be ripped away. And there was no more hope, no more Sycamore.

I'm an extreme advocate that Descole has existed for longer, not right after the death of his wife and daughter. He existed ever since his parents were kidnapped, ever since he lost Theodore. Descole never had a name, but he was there in concept. He was only put at the full front in full blast when he had truly lost everything.

This also means he can never be fully Desmond again by the end of Azran Legacy, if at all. He can never fully be Descole either, because there's nothing he can fuel on. He's just nothing. He's an empty husk. He says that a new adventure awaits, but what is there really? There is no point, no promise. He is aimless from then on. Perhaps his adventure is to find a purpose once more.

This is also why I REALLY want him to return in NWOS one day. Maybe his search for a purpose leads him right back to the person that was there when his life crumbled for the first time; Layton. Maybe despite his fear of loss, he still internally wants something to cling onto, because an aimless life would probably drive him to insanity or extreme biting mental torment. Or maybe he feels indebted to Layton in some way? Perhaps for his betrayal, perhaps for hiding their relation, perhaps for everything he has done.

He still did terrible things. Would Layton even accept him back into his life, especially after all of that? He is deserving to nobody. Eventually the consequences of what he has done will catch up in a terrible mental form. I really think that his self-esteem has been low, but it would ESPECIALLY plummet after everything.

(ahem uhh. side note if flora comes back in nwos, the two should come as a package deal and des should be the cool uncle that unofficially adopted her from layton, i think these two would benefit each-other in both a character and a psychological way COUGH COUGH also we need flora fencing COUGH COUGH)

I can ramble so much about the other little things like his thoughts about his parents (especially his mother), raymond, the brief and scary visit of familiar warmth when he was getting comfortable with the bostonius gang, etc etc but this post would be so god damn long

anyway so he's more-so a special interest than a hyperfixa--//dragged away

#ask game #jean descole #azran legacy spoilers #desmond sycamore

[paso-liati]

Good Omens (TV) and the 7 Classical Types of Love

Word of caution I guess, this is an essay that is a few citations short of getting it's bona findes. It's 3, 217 words and is estimated to be about a 16 minute read. This sucker's long, my children. It's a meta that discusses love thru a sort of academic(ish?) framework. Anyway, if you like long-form essays about fictional people-shaped-beings being in oodles of love, you've got one, and if you don't, I've saved you from the horror of expanding the post.

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Sometimes I get a pathological urge to write an essay about something I'm obsessed with and right now (and simmering for awhile) it's Good Omens.

This essay is about love, and some of the kinds of love that English is ill-equipped to talk about. I've tried to organize my thoughts around the kinds of love as conceptualized by the Ancient Greeks/Early Christians. There may be other systematic classifications of the differing ways of talking about love, but the only one I've read about enough to write a half cogent - though probably still unhinged - essay about is the Ancient Greek one. Note, most of the kinds of love aren't mutually exclusive, but some of them do fade into the background as other kinds of love become more important to the relationship in question or are transformative. So here we go:

Agape - universal, selfless love, empathetic, kind, cosmic, communal, pure, rare

In the beginning, there was agape. Before Aziraphale and Crowley ever met one another, they loved one another all unknowing.

Not only does this one come first, it's really, really important - and I think it reverberates beyond the story into our poor benighted world. You know when a good story gets into you, one that won't let you go, that burrows under your skin to nestle in your heart, where it hurts and heals? Those stories have taught you something. That's why they hurt. Learning is growing and growing hurts. For a little while, anyway. I believe these lessons come when they're needed, when we're able to perceive them. I believe a lot of books have more than one, but I think agape is what we're meant to learn from Good Omens now. At the very least, it's what I'm meant to learn from it.

Ancient Greeks started talking about agape and slightly less ancient Christians continued. It was considered difficult to achieve and harder to sustain. It was also the kind of love to strive for because it was how Jesus was said to have loved everyone and everything. "No greater love hath any man than this, but he lay down his life for his friend." I think agape is the kind of love that holds people and communities together when everything else falls apart. (Gestures at everything.)

Agape is the bravest of the loves. It is fearless in its kindness. It will be kind in the face of evil. It will be kind in the face of indifference. Agape is feeding refuges and not asking or caring which side of the war their papers say they belong to, because agape knows they belong to the side of not seeing their children ground into puree by powerful people perverted by too many weapons and too few scruples.

It's supposedly the default state of angels, probably only the default state of some angels (and one notable demon). It doesn't require any sort of other connection to the object receiving the love, as it's broad, all encompassing, and empathetic.

Agape is openly practiced by Aziraphale and covertly by Crowely. "I want to destroy the blameless children of blameless Job the way I destroyed his blameless goats," says Crowely, somehow both sarcastic and convincing all at once… until a crow bleats and Aziraphale reveals the transmogrified animals, whereupon he makes that face, you know the one, when he is just so very, very pleased that Crowely still has his empathy, his agape, even after the war in heaven, even after Falling.

Aziraphale also shows agape in the Job story when he doesn't quite know what to do with himself upon learning that heaven actually wants these cruel things to happen to Job - and perhaps worse - doesn't understand or even care to try to understand, why they're cruel. But Aziraphale cares for no other reason than that he loves in brave kindness, and lies to do that act of kindness. Even by the end of series 2, Aziraphale still can't quite believe that Heaven, the Archangels, and The Metatron wanted Armageddon, or that with the exception of Gabriel, they still want Armageddon 2.0.

I think most of us want Aziraphale and Crowely to realise they're in love and acknowledge it. I was convinced they were after season 1, and I think agape is where it started. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that there isn't a more powerful way to tell this story than to frame it as a love story, with agape as the shared moral foundation upon which their True Love must rest. It is sine qua non. If they didn't share this one thing, they can share nothing else of substance. Agape is why Crowely is a demon who does kind things that get him punished enough to need Holy Water. Agape is why Aziraphale is an angel who lies though he believes it will cost him damnation. Agape is why they both try to make a guess at Right and Wrong and harm reduction. Agape is why they're able to team up and work towards a shared goal. Agape, selfless, open, fearless, empathetic kindness. For the cosmos. For Earth. For animals. For humans. For each other.

2. Ludus - Infatuated, flirtatious love

Ludus is a crush, that most mortifying state of being that couldn't care less that you're immortal and so can't die to end the squirming delighted, soul-crushing torment.

I'm putting this one second not because it's a super powerful form of love but because it's pervasive in the story. Crowley and Aziraphale flirting is everywhere. They've flirted and heart-eyed each other from the cradle of creation to the end of days. Somewhere the scroll holder for starting up the universe still has Aziraphale's name doodled on it. I like that this form of their love is cute, sweet, and wholesome while containing an element of pining as well. It's adorable and we humans can sigh and giggle and go awww.

Ludus can remain casual, a fun, playful fling, or it can - and in their case already has been - added on to other kinds of love. They start with agape, move straight into ludus, and by the end of that scene in space, they're already well in the early throes of philia which will just get stronger the longer they know and care about one another…

3. Philia - The love between friends, the bonding of souls, classically considered the most trustworthy type of love

Philia is a love of deep trust and unshakeable loyalty. I've seen it described in one breath as platonic and in the next as something that arises out of the transformation of Eros (more on that later) into something deeper. I think it can be either. Sometimes people become inseparable besties with no romantic interests whatever. Sometimes people who are besties catch romantic/sexual feelings and become friends who add that to their relationship.

Our heroes barely spoke to one another and were head over heels in philia. They aren't, I think, quite at the point of being ready to suffer the growing pains of acknowledging just how deep that philia goes, because they have other loves to grow first, but it's there, simmering, likely all the more for the break up. They trust one another more than they trust anything, anywhere, anywhen, and I wager that includes God, however conflicted that may make Aziraphale. Speaking of that conflict…

4. Storge - unconditional, familial devotion

Storge is usually described as a parental or fraternal love, but in my reading there always seems to be a heaping dose of obligation, fealty you might call it. I see storge as a kind of responsibility or duty-based love. But it's very protective. Remind you of anyone?

I think Aziraphale struggles with this one. He loves what Heaven probably advertised itself as being in the earliest propaganda scrolls and maybe what it was for him when he existed with Crowley before time, before the war, still unaware of cruelty in the face of an indifferent(or worse) god, a happy witness to the ecstasy of creation.

This wraps round to his agape for that creation, perhaps felt all the stronger for Crowely having been a creator and also a member of the Host.

The Host that Aziraphale misses (or at least misses his fantasy of what he imagines it ought to be like) to the point of wondering after Crowley's loneliness as a demon self-alienated from Hell, and later to calling Crowely round to report his good works since he no longer reports to Heaven. Heaven are awful, but they are his family and he seems to feel storge towards them.

Aziraphale knows that Heaven is flawed, and finally - will wonders never cease - even acknowledges it. The critical difference between storge and philia is that storge isn't a shared love between equals. Storge is unidirectional. It's typically described as the love of a parent for a child, even though that child is a monumental cunt. Well, here Aziraphale (child) loves Heaven (monumentally cunty parent) unconditionally. They don't reciprocate his love and sadly don't have to do.

There's more to it than that though. Even if Aziraphale wanted to alienate himself from Heaven he couldn't. Remember how I said he also loves (agape) Earth? If there's a hierarchy to his loves, and I don't see why there wouldn't be, Aziraphale probably loves (agape) Earth and loves (all ways always) Crowley more than he loves (storge) Heaven, even if he isn't ready to admit it yet. He loves Earth and Crowley so much he'll risk deletion to try to fix his awful, cunty family.

Because if he doesn't somehow change Heaven - an institution that only builds its pretty sandcastles to test the building by kicking them over - the Earth, all the cosmos, Crowley, and whatever of his divinity he invested in them, will sooner rather than later be destroyed as well.

Look at that, there's that agape again and philia. I don't know if he can love the awfulness out of Heaven, but if love is enough, he's half the equation.

But guess who else seems just steeped in storge? If you said Crowley, the demon who still prays and can stroll around Heaven indistinguishable from an angel and open top level records, you got it in one. Crowley's storge is no doubt for his fantasy of what he imagines Heaven/god ought to have been. I would be surprised if his and Aziraphale's fantasies weren't pretty similar.

But the difference is Crowley knows - really, really knows in the marrow and meat of the burnt bones of his soul - that it's a fantasy. He knows that Heaven is flawed and he knows that it's flawed because no one has ever been allowed to ask what Good is. Or Evil for that matter. Or question anything going on there.

"Right is right even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong even if everyone is doing it," wrote St. Augustine, possibly speaking in moral absolutes that still reverberate in the prosperity gospel. But how would anyone in Heaven or Hell know one way or the other? The Metatron could have God Themself hog-tied and locked in a broom closet in Hell for the last 4000 years and say, "I'm an angel, what I've done must be Good" and most of the Host would have to nod along because they have been denied knowing and thus free will.

"Be pretty funny if I did the right thing and you did the wrong one," said Crowley on the last day in Eden. Very funny, but I think that's how it shook out.

Part of me thinks, in the end, it will be Crowley's storge combined with Aziraphales that will be instrumental in the resolution of things so that they can have their happy ending. Maybe it'll have something to do with Crowely dealing with his impulse to flee. I wouldn't go so far as to suppose he'll reconcile with heaven, but I do think he'll work through his familial issues and maybe reconciliation with himself.

Which leads us to…

5. Philautia - Love of self, self-care, self-compassion

It sounds narcissistic and it can be, but it doesn't have to be. They say you have to love yourself to love another, and I think the non-pathological levels of philautia are just that.

Aziraphale needs to love himself enough to acknowledge that he, like Crowley, somehow against all odds, has cobbled together a sense of Right and Wrong. That being an angel is what has made him Good, that his love has made him Good, and that he is not Good by affiliation but by (heretical?) choice.

He can't really love Crowely in the fullness of philia - to say nothing of pragma - (more on that later) until he loves that in himself that gave away his flaming sword, and until he loves himself more than he loves being able to fall back on the institution. He seems to already be moving past that though.

Crowely needs to find philautia too and is likewise on that path. He couldn't really open himself up to Aziraphale if he hadn't started to make some kind of peace with himself. He looked beyond insulted when Aziraphale offered to re-instate him as an angel, and well he should do. I think the unfairness of the rejection that led to his damnation hurt him, but I don't think Crowely dislikes what he's made the wreckage of an angel into. He loved his precious, fragile existence with Aziraphale around after foiling Armageddon. Now he must learn to love it without him, maybe come to terms with the fact that sometimes he is nice, for no other reason than he wants to be.

It hurts that they're apart in the story now with no clear path back together and no promise of a series 3, but they've grown together as far as they can. Now they need to grow as individuals for a little bit (hopefully not terribly long), because if they don't grow, they are never, ever going to learn to communicate properly. Which they will need for…

6. Pragma - Enduring Love, aka the HEA

Pragma is the love you work for, fight for. It's a repeated choice and it isn't always easy. Pragma is a steward that shelters love and nurtures it to weather every storm. It is the canopy against the rain, but there's some work to keeping it strong enough not to collapse under the weight of the water.

If the kiss at the end of a movie or book feels satisfying, if it steals your breath, or swoops in your chest, it comes of the writer convincing you that the characters have or will have this kind of love.

It's what Nina and Maggie were talking to Crowley about. It's why Nina won't rebound with Maggie and squander the chance of pragma for the temporary balm of Ludus and/or Eros.

Pragma is what Aziraphale and Crowley have to work towards for their love story to feel satisfactory. They could have all six other kinds of love, and it wouldn't feel satisfying f they didn't get this one right. This is the one they're working for, hurting for, and suffocating without. But they need to work on themselves so that they can do the work of this kind of love.

Pragma introduces a break in Crowley "saying something clever and [Aziraphale] say[ing] something unintentionally funny back." They'll end up doing that, but once they get into pragma, they'll be witty around being nourishing to and for one another. They'll be able to say "I love you" not "let's get fantastically drunk" or "I forgive you." Pragma comes off shades off, righteous pride down, open soul-rending honesty, trust, and work, that for immortals is a big commitment. Forever is a really long time. And not long enough. So here's where I tell you that I love the sad ending of Series 2. I didn't think I would, but this is the rend they have to mend to get to where they love in a way that feels meaningful to the promise of their story.

I also quite selfishly want them to achieve pragma because I don't think I can survive another desperate, pleading, miserable kiss that looked painful because it was born of pain.

And last love of the lot…

7. Eros - Physical, Lustul love of the physical body

This one's kind of pointless in this context all thing's considered, but I'll write a little here about it to be thorough, I guess. Eros seems to kind of be misunderstood, I think, and I'm not sure if I fully understand it even after having read about it a fair amount. It's not exactly the desire, attraction, lust, or sexual component of what we nowadays call romantic love.

Eros is only pure, undiluted desire, attraction, lust, and sexual interest, and that interest is only physical. Nothing else. At all. I don't even think hate-sex qualifies because the hate suggests some kind of emotional component that isn't about some chemicals making you wanting to raw someone because you like their pretty body. The closest thing I can think of nowadays is maybe anonymous hook-ups. "You're hot." "Cool, I think you're hot, too, let's smash." Or since the rest of this draws from the Greeks, there's the example of Zeus and Ganymede. (And no you should absolutely not google that at work if you don't know about it).

The second there's something else to it, it's not quite eros anymore. Eros can lead to a fling maybe with some Ludus to make it more fun. It can end there or transform into philia. I'll remind you philia doesn't have to be platonic. (I'm looking at you Achilles and Patroclus).

Classically it was considered a wild and dangerous form of love because it wasn't formed from or about the kinds of social attachment that lead to stable social or familial bonds. Philia was was the trustworthy love. I suspect that even in the ancient world it wasn't uncommon for one half of an erotic love pair to catch feelings and for the other half to just. Not. And then discord ensuese.

So. For our two heroes, I think this one was out of the question before time began. They loved one another before they had physical corporations to lust after, even if lust had been invented at that point, which it probably hadn't.

None of this is to suggest they couldn't one day decide to add physical pleasure to their relationship, the same way they've decided to do loads of human things.

They could make every kind of Effort and do the tango horizontialis under the aurora borealis for a decade or twenty, just for funsies, just as they’ve chosen to enjoy eating and drinking and collecting material property.

But. It can't really be eros. They're already in six other kinds of love that are deeper than eros can ever be. And if that's not enough, because sex would be a conscious, considered choice, it also can't be the hormonally deranged, almost drugged state of lust that drags people along against their will. (Literally Ganymede).

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens meta #I think? #7 kinds of love #classical love

[sailforvalinor]

I saw you post on seasons 1 through 4 of Dr. Who and I wanted to know more about your accidentally Christian pile. What are some other works do think unintentionally emphasized Christian doctrines or morals?

Ooooooh, really good question!!

So the first thing that comes to mind here is Marvel’s Agents of Shield--each season has it's own story arc and themes, so it's hard to pin down just one thing here, so I'll just talk about a few. I'll talk about the obvious one first: Season 3 in particular has a lot of Christian imagery (though in this case, it's definitely on purpose). You see a flash-forward of a cross necklace at the beginning of the season floating in a spaceship in space right before it blows up, and then you watch as that necklace get passed around from person to person, knowing that whoever ends up with it at the end of the season is going to die. I won't spoil anything more, other than to say that it results in quite a bit of Christ/crucifixion imagery and themes.

Other than this, there's a lot about the redemptive power of love (Fitzsimmons my beloved), individual guilt and how to handle it, how to let go of shame, the inevitable defeat of evil--I know there's more, but that's all I can think of off the top of my head. (AOS girlies/gents, feel free to chime in!) Additionally, one of the main characters explicitly a Christian, and while he's not portrayed perfectly, he's never ridiculed for it by the other characters or the narrative, which is a breath of fresh air. There are of course some things I don't approve of (prepare to have your skip button ready once or twice in the earlier seasons), but it's still a fantastic show, and by far the best show Marvel has ever come out with.

Harry Potter’s a pretty obvious one—Harry has to sacrifice himself and be fully willing to die to kill Voldemort, the fight with the basilisk in Chamber of Secrets has some Biblical parallels—but I’m fairly certain that these themes were deliberate, so I suppose they don’t really count. But they do to me, so 😂

Star Wars is another big one for me—of course, a la George Lucas’s original vision, SW is much more directly influenced by Buddhism, but I find that it often can’t help dipping into Christian themes. I find this is especially true with anything that has Dave Filoni’s name attached, likely because he in turn is pretty influenced by Tolkien and Lewis (Ahsoka is meant to parallel Gandalf, the World Between Worlds in Rebels was inspired by The Magician’s Nephew’s Wood Between Worlds, etc). Mandalorian season 3 in particular blew me away—baptism! Redemption! Rebirth! Mandalorian denominations/sects! Seriously, I was expecting them to come down hard on the strange rules that sect holds themselves to and for Mando to completely reject them—but they didn’t?? It was SO fascinating.

Kingdom Hearts is probably one of my favorite demonstrations of John 15:13: “greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” Otherwise, I can’t really think of any super prevalent Christian themes I noticed, but that one is just so strong and so important to the themes of the series, I couldn’t not mention it.

Final Fantasy XV has something similar going for it—although what I’m going to say has MAJOR spoilers, so if don’t want to be spoiled, go ahead and skip this (and play the game because it’s great—but Noctis having to willingly sacrifice himself by sitting on a throne in order to purify his kingdom is as blatant as you get. For crying out loud, he’s called the One True King. However this only holds true for the base game—the dlc’s (except for Episode Prompto, but that’s just because it doesn’t really apply to that plotline, also it’s incredible) and the novel in my opinion kind of ruin it.

Legend of Zelda is an interesting one, because it is of course heavily inspired by Shinto, but a few Christian themes sort of snuck their way in there. In Skyward Sword (oh and spoilers for Skyward Sword). Hylia, though certainly not meant to be a direct Christ figure, chooses to be reborn as a Hylian (basically a human) in order to save her people. The difference here is that Zelda does not know that she’s Hylia, and she never regains her goddess status (at least presumably until she dies of old age), but it’s an interesting parallel nonetheless. Also, there’s a famously creepy cutscene in Twilight Princess where we get the story of how the Twili were banished from Hyrule for dabbling in dark magic, and the sequence has always reminded me of the Fall.

Those were just a few that I thought of off the top of my head—I’m sure there are more, but that’s all that’s coming to me at the moment 😂

#ajhshdhdh I’m so sorry this took so long #it’s graduation season and my little brother just graduated high school it’s been a bit crazy around here #anyway thanks so much for the ask!!! #asks

[shadowdoodles]

Blood and War AU

Everything was a chaoz, both celestial monkeys were fighting to the death using all their power to the fullest.

One would never have known that they were once married and that their love was greater than any other.... but what was once a happy couple were now just enemies.

"Give me back my SON Liu'er Mihou!"

Shouts the bright-furred monkey towards the dark-furred one.

"Over my dead body Sun Wukong!"

"I won't let you lay a single hand on him."

Responds the dark furred one pushing the other away from the Bull family palace where the younger one was.

"You have no right to take my puppy away from me!"

"Your puppy?..."

"Your puppy?!"

"You abandoned him! Just like you abandoned me!!!"

Shouts the dark furred one dodging one of his counterpart's attacks.

"I didn't abandon him! And I didn't abandon you either!!!"

"YOU betrayed me! You attacked my friends, my family!"

"I was your family! We were your family!"

"And that's what you want him for, isn't it?! You want to use him and then throw it away like a defective toy!"

The attacks were getting more and more erratic and stronger and it didn't look like there was an end to the fight.

"I would never hurt my son! Macaque!"

"And don't play the victim! You decided to attack for no fucking reason!"

"For no reason?! They were enslaving you! That monk was just using you!!"

"Leave him out of this!"

"Oh of course! You do care about him, don't you?! But you don't give a shit about your husband! No?!"

"Shut your fucking mouth you son of a bitch!"

"And where are they now eh? Where are those dear friends? Eh?!"

"Surely they told you to throw your own son away, didn't they?! Surely they didn't want to have to deal with a monster like him did they?"

The shadow monkey went on and on shouting his attacks were increasingly concentrated on the light furred monkey, while the shorter monkey just held his staff tightly.

"And where were you!!!"

"Where were you when I needed you most?! Where were you when I spent all those damn years under that mountain?!"

The shortest monkey responds by giving him a hard whack with his cane.

"It was your fucking idiocy that got you in there Wuko-"

"No! I was fighting for us! For our kingdom! For our people!!!"

"And sorry if I wanted a better life for us!!!!! Sorry if I just wanted those fucking gods to respect us!!!"

"But don't deny it you weren't there!!!"

"Not even once!!! Since I was trapped under a mountain I was no longer of any use to you?!"

"Wuko-"

The golden-furred monkey interrupts him.

"No! Don't call me 'Wukong' Liu'er!"

"You weren't! But they were! They despite all the shit I said I did never gave up on me!"

"They are not my friends! They're my family, my father, my brothers!!!"

"All I wanted is for you to understand that stupid thing."

Shouts the light fur monkey throwing the other one against the rock walls.

"Wukong!"

"Just shut your mouth!"

"You don't know what it feels like! May you finally find your family and may the person you love most attack them...."

"I didn't hate you! I don't hate you but I was so angry! That I just lost it and hurt you!"

"I didn't mean to!!! But I didn't want to be left alone!"

"Not again..."

The shortest monkey cornered the dark-furred one with his stick against the rocks, but tears began to stain his face.

"A-and I know this is all bullshit!"

"I know I'm a piece of shit!"

"But I didn't want to lose my family!"

"And I didn't even know the puppy existed! I never knew I was pregnant or that there was an egg rock with our child inside!"

Tears begin to fall down the shadow monkey's face.

"And I'm sorry!"

"I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to kill you! I never meant to abandon you!"

"I was going to come back! And I was going to introduce them to you... I wanted them to meet you and not separate us again for the rest of eternity!"

Wukong drops his cane and falls to his knees sobbing against the ground, while Macaque looks at him with an unreadable expression.

"I know I fucked up"

"And I'm sorry... for everything, seriously, I'm sorry mango..."

The light-furred monkey couldn't even see in the direction of his counterpart, but he didn't really expect a hug from him...

"We both fucked up."

"And I'm sorry too, peaches."

"I never knew you felt that way, but maybe we can try to start over."

"Yeah, I think that would be good"

"I'm sure Xiaotian would love it."

"Xiaotian?"

"Our puppy, but that doesn't explain how he was born..."

"Any ideas?"

"That I can explain."

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#lmk #lmk au #lego monkie kid #writers #lmk sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk macaque #sun wukong #lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach #all comes from blood and war au #qi xiaotian #lmk fanfiction