#they rely on these bonds to live and will die without them

[sparky-is-spiders]

So the thing with the Overseer is that he loves his family, and they’re all dead, and he needed to bring them back. And he reanimated the bodies but not the soul or the personality or whatever. And he’ll never be able to accept that it isn’t really them, because nothing comes back from death twice, and if he failed to bring them back the first time then everything he’s ever done has been for nothing, and they’re gone forever and he’ll never get them back. So they’re back to life (sort of) and they’re bonded with him (through necromancy, but also through the hive-minded nature of a group of grotles) and he loves them and they’re his family and they’ve always been these empty hollow husks and his mind and his fundamental belief systems are completely warped and wrapped around these ideas. And he’ll never let himself believe otherwise. He’ll lie and deny and twist himself in knots as long as it lets him believe. And he’ll never ever stop.

#the overseer #the lizard crew #btw a grotle is a large heavily armored reptile #they live in tight-knit family units called ‘groves’ and form low-level hive-mind/psychic bonds #they rely on these bonds to live and will die without them #the overseer’s position as champion (basically a demigod) and his connection to his undead minions through necromancy keeps the overseer #alive without a proper grove. naturally he takss this as undeiable proof that his family is Normal and Fine and Alive Actually #and no i don’t know how they died. probably illness i guess?? #whatever the point is that the overseer is my edgy little boy and i love him dearly #even though he also wants world domination with almost all currently and formerly living beings as his undead thralls #hope you enjoyed me rambling about my little wretched bastard man i love him dearly #maybe i’ll talk about eityr or amaldyne next #i was thinking ‘bout the overseer’s backstory cause I was imagining an animatic of it set to coyote #(by mako) #but it’s mostly been eityr and/or amaldyne on the brain #drakkus sometimes also but i think i need a slightly more coherent grasp of his character #also eityr and amaldyne’s horrific nightmare cesspool friendship is fascinating to me

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About a Girl: Chapter 1

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Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

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Summary: Joel is a simple man. He goes to work, he takes care of his kindergarten age daughter, he tries to make sure Tommy doesn't die and occasionally Tess comes over. He works on Frank and Bill's farm with Tommy, Tess, and another coworker, Max. For his birthday, Tommy drags Joel out to a local grunge band's show, music he knows Joel hates. Joel is surprised to find Tess's girlfriends best friend, a girl they all call Blue because of the blue in her hair, has caught his attention.

What he doesn't know is she is trans. When he finds out, he's very confused, not because he judges her, but because he's not sure what it means for him. Does it make him gay? What does trans even mean? He's very confused. Still, despite all the confusion Joel has an open mind and he just knows that he has a lot of feelings for you and he wants to try. Joel goes on a journey of learning, not only what your trans identity means but also how to take care of himself, how to set boundaries, and learning he doesn't need carry the whole world on his shoulders.

Joel loves country, is as yeehaw as they come. Blue loves grunge, and looking as edgy as she can get by as a school teacher. Can you and Joel make it all work with the one thing that bonds them both together; flannel?

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

A/N: I am not a trans woman, but I am trans. I am doing my best research! If I got something wrong or accidentally say something offensive, please tell me! Same with Sarah's hair. I learned a LOT about black hair care from living with my black roommate for 2 years, and watching a lot of youtube. Again, if im incorrect or offensive, let me know and ill correct! I just want Joel to care about his daughters hair <3

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

It all started with Tommy, as most adventures do. Joel was certain Tommy would make sure to mention that fact during his best man speech.

“You have got to get out more. You’re making me stir crazy just watching you sit at home.”

Joel rolled his eyes, packing Sarah’s lunch. He was happy to throw in some plums, Sarah’s favorite fruit, that he got from the food pantry. Since Sarah started kindergarten and he didn’t have to pay for nearly as much childcare, things had gotten less horrifically tight financially but now he was playing catch up. Catching pneumonia last winter had drained his little savings with an ER visit. Joel desperately wanted to not rely on charity, but he also didn’t want Sarah to go without. 

“How would you know, you’re never even home.” Since getting out of the army, Tommy has not adjusted well. Joel was happy to let him live in the house he built for his ex-fiance on his parents land they gifted when Sarah was born. Tommy was a help with Sarah and was good company when he wasn’t out partying.

“Hey.” Tommy looked a little offended. “I’m here plenty. Just ask Sarah.” Sarah adored her uncle.

Joel sighed. “You’re right.” He wasn’t. “But I ain’t going. I can’t afford that, and I’d like to spend my days off with Sarah.”

Tommy tossed a cosmic brownie from the box he bought into Sarah’s lunchbox. “Come oooooon. Sarah loves the babysitter, and one night out won’t traumatize her forever. I’ll pay for the sitter, I already got tickets and I’ll even cover your drinks.”

Joel would rather the money go towards Sarah’s next dental appointment, but he couldn’t tell Tommy where to spend his money, and he knew there was no saying no to his brother when he gets like this. “How many bands are playing? I ain’t sitting through three openers, Tom.”

“Just one! You’re coming!” Tommy ran out of the kitchen and took the stairs two at a time before Joel could protest. “Sarah! Guess who gets to hang out with Jessica tonight!” Joel could hear the sound of springs bouncing as Sarah cheered and called out if the bed breaks, Tommy’s fixing it.

After getting Sarah dressed, he sat her down on a chair in the kitchen and looked at the clock. “Only got time for a ponytail, baby girl.” Joel had figured out some simple hair care for thick hair he wasn’t quite equipped to work with. Before Sarah was born, he didn’t know how to do a single braid. Joel had practiced a little before Tommy had to chop off his hippie curls for the army but he still was lost in a lot of ways. 2 years ago, Joel must’ve looked particularly lost in the ethnic hair aisle with Sarah in the cart and a kind woman guided him to some hair gel, argan oil, and an edge brush, scribbling a few instructions on some scratch paper. That’s what's gotten him through this far. Joel kept thinking he needed to reach out somewhere or maybe find a book… but with what time? 

Kayla, Sarah’s mom, wasn’t much help either. Kayla was mixed and absolutely inherited the polish side as far as hair, where Sarah got her late grandma’s genes. Kayla wanted to chemically straighten Sarah’s beautiful curls last year when she had her over Easter, but Joel put his foot down. When she was older, if she wanted to do whatever she wanted with her hair, braids, relaxed, wigs, she could but there was no way he was letting all those chemicals into a 4 year olds head just to make it “easier.” Joel could handle it.

She looked cute with her little puffball on the top of her head, anyway. 

“TOMMY! LETS GO!” Why was Tommy harder to get out the door than Sarah was?

Little hands tugged at his shirt. “Daddy I want coffee.” 

“No baby”

“Why?”

“It’s not good for little kids.”

“Uncle Tommy lets me have coffee.”

Joel sighed loudly. “Of course he did. Well, Sarah, that’s an uncle thing, I don’t know what to tell you. TOMMYYY!”

Tommy’s heavy footsteps clomped down the steps, dashing out the door. “Come one Jojo, whatcha wait’n for?”

*

How did little kids have so much energy in the morning? Tommy included. Sarah was chatty as ever on her way, talking excitedly about the eggs in the classroom's incubator. He tried to pay attention, he really did, but he was busy trying to figure out what bills he still owes. It was only September, one month into not having to pay out the ass for Sarah’s daycare. Was he even gonna be able to catch up at all before the summer comes? Her mom said she wanted to take her for the summer, but she was single right now and slightly more involved. When she finds a new man, she suddenly becomes much less interested in her child. Joel didn’t want Sarah around strange men all the time either.

“Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?”

Tommy nudged Joel, calling him name for Sarah’s attention.

“What?” Joel said, not unkindly but perhaps a little too harsh than he wanted to speak around his daughter. 

“Happy birthday daddy.”

Joel closed his eyes briefly, wincing at his prior tone. “Thank you baby. I’ll bring home a cake, how about that.” He felt like he could cry, snapping at his sweet girl for trying to wish him happy birthday. He was so bad at this.

Both children in the car cheered.

Joel dropped Sarah off with several kisses on her forehead, then ran off to the truck. He might just be on time if he speeds a bit. He didn’t speed with Sarah in the truck, he was less careful with Tommy. 

“Just in time!” Tess’s voice greeted them in the farm house. “You guys eat?”

She knew the answer. Sarah’s kindergarten had a free breakfast program, leaving Joel and Tommy on their own and god knows they didn’t take proper care of themselves. Luckily, they had great bosses.

Joel, Tommy, and Tess all worked for Bill and Frank on their farm. Joel had stumbled on this job shortly after Kayla left and God, what a blessing. Bill and Frank had trouble finding help being the only gay farmers on the planet to felt like, but Joel wasn’t really in a position to deny a good paying job, not in this economy, not with a baby who barely had a mom around anymore. This was before Tommy came back from the army, and Joel’s parents dead a few years prior. He was alone.

That’s where he met Tess. She was something else. A woman working as a farm hand alone was surprising enough, but she was the first openly bisexual person Joel had met. Hell, she was the only the third gay person he knew of and the first woman. He’d lived a sheltered life. Still, Joel didn’t really see an issue with none of it. Wasn’t his business what two grown adults did, that was his thought on the matter. Not that he really had enough time to have thoughts on much of anything other than keeping Sarah and Tommy alive. When Tommy came back, he started working on the farm too.

Tess slid the men some pancakes, stating she knew it and went ahead and made extra.

Frank entered the room with something in his hand. “Wait!” He placed the item, which Joel saw was a candle on the the pancake.

“Oh, no, you guys don’t gotta-”

“Shut the hell up, Miller.” Bill entered the room with a pack of cigarettes in one hand and a lighter in the other. He lit the candle, and then a cigarette. 

Frank took it out of his hand, putting it out under the sink. “If you absolutely must smoke, you’re not smoking inside our home.” He then turned back to Joel. “Happy birthday, Joel.” The forth employee, Max, enters the farmhouse and then embarrassingly, Franks leads everyone (except Bill) in a very shitty rendition of happy birthday.

*

“Hey,” Tess nudged Joel as she attempted to fix the clutch without calling Bill up. “You coming tonight?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Tommy convinced me. He also told Sarah it’s my birthday so now I gotta bring home cake and do a bit of the birthday thing with her. I was hoping to avoid it another year.”

She laughed at that. “Ah come on! It can’t be that bad.”

“She’s not, it’s my birthday that is.” 

“I know.” Tess patted his back.

Joel and her worked in silence for a moment, but he figured this was as good a time as any. “Hey uh… so. You and Tommy.”

Tess smirked, but didn’t look at him. “What about my dear friend?”

“Well uh, that’s just it…” Joel cleared his troat, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just, you guys been spending a lot of time together, and I’m just… well you know he’s at tough spot right now…-”

“When isn’t he?”

“Right. Well. I’m just wondering… Well.”

With a chuckle, she put down the wrench and turned to look at Joel with a smile. “You’re wondering if Tommy and I are an item.”

Cringing hard enough his eyes were closed, Joel nods.

“Don’t worry about your baby brother, he can handle himself.”

“Can he?”

“Joel. Look at me.”

Joel forced his eyes open.

“Tommy and I fuck sometimes to blow off steam, don’t act you’re much different.”

“It was one time!”

“It was 4 times, glad to know that I’m that forgettable.” Tess continued with her teasing before Joel could protest. “Listen, I know you’re worried about him, but Tommy and I aren’t interested in dating each other. It’s just for fun sometimes. Tommy puts up a tough front but I’d eat that boy alive.”

Finally, Joel laughed. Yes, she would.

Tess went back to work. “Besides, you’re meeting my new girlfriend tonight, birthday boy.”

*

Joel was exhausted, washing his hands and forearms and face before leaving to get Sarah. He tried to stay as clean as possible for Sarah. She didn’t need to know how hard he worked for her.

“Hey Joel, I get to watch Sarah this fall don’t I?” Frank asked as he sauntered into the kitchen. 

Joel tried to protest, as he did every year, but it was merely a formality to be polite. He couldn’t afford childcare in the late hours it took to get harvest done. Hopefully it wouldn’t be so bad now that Max was hired on, he didn’t see Sarah hardly at all harvest. Joel would come back to the farmhouse to find Sarah asleep on the couch with Frank, who was no help with farming. He handled the finances and paperwork, and functioned as a babysitter in pinches. Joel was forever indebted to the couple, inclduding Bill despite his facade of toughness.

“Nonsense Joel. I look forward to seeing her every time.” Sarah fucking loved Frank. He was teaching her painting and how to have a proper tea party, real tea and all. But with a lot of sugar. 

Speaking earnestly, Joel tried to express his appreciation. “Thanks, Frank. I appreciate it. I couldn’t do this without you.”

Frank clapped Joel on the shoulders, sliding him a card. “Thank you for everything you do. We really value you. I know Bill doesn’t say it much, or at all, but we appreciate you here.” He walked off, knowing Joel would protest the $500 cash inside the card.

*

“Daddy! Daddy! I made a friend!” Sarah exclaimed excitedly, running up to her father still covered in her paint smock that quickly transferred the red and blue onto Joel’s jeans.

“Is that so? Who is it?”

Sarah pointed to a little brunette girl sitting in time out. “That’s Ellie! She’s in trouble because she pretended a block was a gun.”

“Oh.”

*

At home, Joel went through the evening routine with Sarah, Tommy having gone with Tess to pre-game. He fed her as much of the macaroni she’d eat, bathed her and made sure to make things as easy for the sitter as possible. When Jessica came over, a nice local teenager that was great with Sarah, he briefed her as he tried to clean up the kitchen. 

“Daddy? Where’s the cake.”

Goddammit of course he forgot something. He just can’t do anything right, can he? He was a shitty dad, a shitty brother, a shitty boyfriend, a needy employee-

“Where's the birthday boy!” Tommy burst in, followed by a group of people, some he knew, some he didn’t. With him was Tess carrying a cake.

“TESS!!!!!!” Sarah shouted, but went more for the cake she carried.

“Hiya, love bug!” She patted her ponytail. “Ready to sing happy birthday at the top of your lungs?”

Hadn’t she had enough happy birthdays? She must’ve known he’d forget the cake. They hadn’t been pregaming at all, they were making him a cake.

Tess hands the cake to Tommy, then gestures to the women next to her. Dark skinned, tall, her hair in… locks? Were those called locks? He was cooked. He needs to learn hair. “This is Talia, my girlfriend.”

Talia smiled brightly, extended a hand which Joel shook. “So nice to meet you, Mr. Miller. Tess talks a lot about you Tommy and Max, it’s nice to put faces to the names.”

“Please, Joel is fine. I may ache like an old man, but I’m not one yet.” Joel joked with a soft but tired smile. He turned to tess. “Max coming?”

“Yup.” She shot him a look to be nice. Joel wasn’t fond of max. Good worker, shit head of a person. Joel knew he couldn’t really blame all Tommy’s shit on bad influences, but Max didn’t help. “And this,” She gestured over to another woman who he had just been too flustered to notice until now. “Is Talia’s best friend.”

You were absolutely fucking stunning, unlike anyting he’d ever seen in his life. Tight white tank top, tight leather pants and a leather jacket. In your hair was a streak of vibrant blue. Your eyes connected with his and for a moment, he forgot about all the other people in the room. 

“Oh, um, hello,” Joel shook your hand when he snapped out of it, repeating your name.

You smile at him. “Actually, most people just call me Blue.”

A small voice from Joel’s hip. “Is that because of your hair? Why is it blue? Are you sick?”

“Sarah! Don’t be rude.”

Chuckling brightly, you promise it’s okay and crouch down to Sarah’s eye level. “I’m not sick. I actually dye it like that.”

“But why?”

Internally, Joel groaned, thinking you’d take offense at the line of questions Sarah’s certainly had ready, but you just answered. “Well, I think it makes me look pretty, just you’re cute hair style makes you look pretty.”

Sarah lit up at that. “My daddy did it!!!”

“He did? That’s so awesome! You have such a nice daddy.”

Sarah nodded in avid agreement. “He’s the BEST!”

Joel couldn’t help smiling at that. He always felt like he was failing her, but she loved him regardless. “I can’t do a lot, but I’m trying to learn. I can do a mean ponytail.” Joel caught Tommy smirking at him.

Once the babysitter took Sarah to wash up for cake, Talia quietly spoke to Joel, still attached to Tess's arm. “Tess told me her mom isn’t really involved. I’d love to help you learn how to care for black hair.”

Joel felt his heart drop. “Oh shit, does it look terrible? I really tried but I don’t even know where to go and-”

Talia cut him off with a laugh and a hand up. “No, not at all! It looks very healthy. I just mean if you’d like to learn how to do more, especially as it gets longer.”

Always embarrassed to ask for help, he always swallowed his pride for Sarah. “Yeah, yeah actually I’d really like that… I’ll play yuh, don’t worry I wouldn’t make you do it for free-”

She attempted to say he didn’t need to pay, but Tess told her it was useless to try and fight. Joel figured the bonus from Bill and Frank could pay for Sarah’s dentist cleaning and the rest he could pay Talia. 

After a terrible happy birthday and saying goodbye to Sarah longer than really necessary, Joel was dragged out of the house to go to some shitty local grunge bands show for his birthday.

Joel fucking hated his birthday.

Thank you thank you thank you!!!!! I can't beleive people actually wanted to read this!!! We need more trans rep in this fandom <3

First chapter setting things up, then one chapter per week for 6 weeks for my Oscar/Pedro pride event!!! each chapter 2-7 will follow themes of the week until the happy end <3

MEET THE OC'S

Talia Monroe

Tess's girlfriend, Blue's bestfriend. Talia is joyfriend and high energy. She offers to help Joel learn black hair to properly care for Sarah.

Max Waltz

Works on the farm with Joel, Tommy, and Tess. Tommy likes him, Joel hates him, Tess ears towards liking him but tries to keep him in check. Max is a generally barzen man, hates his wife, is loud and annoying to Joel.

Kayla Carter

*no face claim right now*

Joel's high school sweetheart and ex-fiance, Sarah's mom. Kayla is in an out of sarah's life, lives out of town and is only around when its convinient, leaving Joel with alone.

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Unpacking Will Solace’s Character

I’ve seen a lot of Will Solace hate since TSATS and it’s really starting to bother me. As a person that relates heavily to Will’s character, it’s upsetting to see him get bashed across the internet, especially considering we’ve never actually gotten to know his character. Personally, I feel like a lot of people are basing his character around headcanons and fanfiction (which I am guilty of) and were disappointed when he wasn’t who we saw him as. 

It doesn’t help that the only time we got to see Will’s POV it was short and through the eyes of others. He’s also not this big hero like all the characters in the PJO universe. His powers aren’t that strong, he’s not a prophecy child, and his talents are mediocre. Will is the most human demigod we’ve ever been introduced to. I can understand why his character doesn’t feel multi-dimensional compared to everyone else, but in my opinion, he was fleshed out very well. 

Yes, there are a few things I was disappointed by. I wish they talked about Will’s past more and his grief over his dead siblings. I wanted him to have his own weapon, even if it was an old bow he never used or a lyre like Apollo used in TOA. But I will always love that they changed him from the calm, collected counselor healer to an anxious, depressed, self-doubting person because it fits him so well. How could he not feel these things after losing friends and family? After being abandoned by everyone around him? Or being forced to take on the caretaker role of the entire camp because he was the only one left? 

I’m going to continue this down below, so if you don’t want major spoilers for TSATS, don’t continue reading. Also this is long as hell in case you just want to skim. 

Every time Will was mentioned in the books, it was from someone else’s POV and it was a few lines at best. 

Will has always been described as the cool, relaxed, go-with-the-flow type of guy. He was the person with a level head and knew exactly what to do. But guess what? Underneath that cool exterior was an anxiety riddled people pleaser who threw himself at every problem because that’s what he was told to do. The Apollo cabin was always the head medic team. After Lee and Michael died, Will was basically thrust into that position of power. He was trusted to take care of his younger siblings, trusted to take care of the entire camp. If he let them down, it was going to cost lives. Of course he’s going to be scared and nervous, but he can’t show that. Would you want a doctor with shaky hands and sweat running down their neck? Would you want to be taken care of by a person who doubted and second guessed themselves out in the open? 

As someone who was given a lot of responsibly and forced to grow up at a young age, I completely understand this. You want to try to make everything better for others around you, you get scared when you fuck up, and you HATE when people can’t rely on you. That’s why you will never show how scared you are to fuck up. You will never let people get inside your head because if they can’t rely on you, what good are you? Breaking out of the role that everyone else gave you because they trusted you is scary and hard. 

Nico is probably the only person who knows what Will really thinks. Will trusts Nico with his anxiety and overthinking because he’s comfortable enough around him to show that side. He knows he doesn’t have to Mr. Hero in front of Nico and that’s such a precious and important bond to make with someone. 

Will was valid for being whiny and irritated for most of the book. 

First, Will has ANXIETY. If you don’t know what it’s like to live with anxiety, count yourself lucky. It feels like your thoughts are attacking you constantly. It’s like an uphill battle between rational thought and absolute chaos. I can’t get in my car without thinking of all the ways I could die before I buckle my seatbelt. Imagine going to SuperHell for the first time in your life! Not only that, but people told Will constantly that as a child of Apollo he was basically fucked. The three strongest demigods that made it back almost went insane! Of course Will is going to be upset, irrational, irritated, and uncomfortable. 

In TOA, he voiced several times how he thought it was a bad idea and that he really didn’t like it. This is not a new thing for Will’s character at all. For him to be willing to cross a line he had made concrete shows that he loves and cares for Nico. But that shouldn’t mean he isn’t allowed to be uncomfortable. 

Second, for anyone saying he could have stayed at camp instead of going has never sacrificed their comfort for someone else. There are so many instances in my life where I went way out of my comfort zone because I knew my friends/family wanted me there. Did I complain? Hell yes. Did I still do it? Hell yes! If Will had said, “Nico, I can’t do this and I refuse to at least try,” I would have lost so much respect for his character. Instead he sucked it up, even when he was already practically dying before they got there. 

Three, Will was worried about Nico. He’s never experienced Tartarus, he’s never been to the Underworld. While Will has definitely faced his share of demons, he’s never stood in Nico’s shoes. So when his boyfriend is having vivid nightmares and hearing voices, he’s going to try and rationalize it for Nico because that’s what he has done his entire life. Will is the “healer.” He is supposed to fix things, not let them traipse off to hell like it’s a vacation spot. 

Four, this is a 15 year old. Fuck, even now at the ripe ole age of 20, I’d still be shaking in my boots terrified at the thought of going somewhere that is practically a jailhouse for the worst creatures in creation. Will has little to no experience on the field (He ran from six guards without even trying to pull out a weapon. The worst thing he’s ever said to his enemies was “anemic loser” and didn’t even want to kill Octavian. Every battle before that he had an older sibling to look up to and care for him). So yeah, I’d just be a tad bit nervous and annoying.  

Will asking Persephone how to love someone from the Underworld was honest and raw. 

This scene broke me in ways I can’t even describe because of how real it felt. If you’ve ever been in a deep and caring relationship (friendship counts) you should understand. Like Persephone said, love is something you choose and it’s complicated and messy even for people who were practically made for each other. For Will to ask how to love someone from the Underworld shows that he is actively choosing to understand and love Nico. 

I get that most people interpret Will’s lines as “How do you love someone so filled with death?” but really he’s asking how do you love someone who acts like he doesn’t want to be loved? How do you love someone that pulls away from your light no matter how desperately you try to give it them? How do you love someone who hides parts of themselves from you? 

Will is a healer, he fixes things. It’s not until this scene that Will realizes the only thing Will needs to fix is his perspective on Nico. That darkness and hurt and trauma is okay. It’s also a scene where Will realizes he doesn’t have to force down his own trauma anymore. 

Will loves Nico and it’s so obvious he scared to lose him. He thinks he’s weak and broken and incapable of helping Nico escape his trauma. His insecurities shadow him and he’s confused about how to navigate this relationship because he thinks he needs to be the leader. How can he lead if Nico won’t let him? How can he help when he doesn’t know how? Persephone’s scene was Will’s chance of finding guidance from someone who could understand exactly what he’s thinking

People in their late 40′s still can’t get relationships down. Why are we pushing unrealistic relationship ideations on a 15 year old who doesn’t even know who he is yet?

Will was not useless. 

Sorry that the relationship duo isn’t Mr. Badass and Mr. Badass 2.0. Will not being a fighter is refreshing to see because honestly I’m quite tired of seeing badass couples in every book/movie. Not everyone is strong and powerful and super awesome. Will is a nerd that likes healing people. Why isn’t that enough? 

“He’s described as having muscles,” “He’s a field/combat medic,” “He fought in the wars,” “He carries people all the time,” “He trains with the Apollo cabin.” Okay and? I was raised to work hard and protect myself. I work out and I know how to use a bow and knife. Does that mean I want to? No. 

I’d also like to point out that almost everyone in camp is described as having muscles. You kind of have to when your life motto is Try not to die or get eaten. Also they train on lava walls, jump eight foot pits, and weapons. I get a little bit of muscle going on my silly little walks, I’d be fucking jacked if I was actively training. 

Second, Will has never once been described fighting monsters/demigods. I don’t doubt that he’s had a few encounters, but the boy practically specializes in RUNNING AWAY. He’s a feral little animal that finds injured demigods and sprints them away to the medic center while occasionally bashing monster heads in. He’s strong because he needs to be, not because he wants to be. Strength also doesn’t equal battle prowess. 

Not to mention, he hates killing! He didn’t want to kill Octavian despite Octavian being the actual worst. He runs away as a distraction even though he had weapons on him. He got upset when Nico threw Sherman Yang out of the chariot in TOA. Monsters are different, but monsters are also scary. Will is terrified of demon pigeons, you really think he’s willingly gonna go one-on-one with anything bigger than his pinky? 

I’ll admit, I hated that he didn’t have a weapon in Tartarus. I thought it was really stupid and out-of-character because my anxious ass would have loaded up. Still, it was kind of funny when they described Will bashing rocks over monster’s heads during their fight with Nyx. 

My final point for this: Will was Nico’s support system and that was the point. Will knew he wasn’t going to throw hands with anyone. He went because he knew Nico needed him even when Nico told him to stay. Will was going to trek through SuperHell with the love of his life and hold his hand to remind him that he was loved. Will wanted Nico to know that he’d literally go to Hell and back for him and that’s what mattered. 

Nico didn’t ask Will to be the Hero. Nico states several times that the reason he loves Will is because he wants to heal and he’s so stubborn to find the good in everything. And that’s exactly what Will did. He offered support, care, and reminders. He was going to understand and love Nico, even through the darkest parts of his life. 

Will is one of the best support systems in a PJO couple duo. 

It makes me incredibly sad to see people call Will toxic when he gave his entire life to support Nico. I won’t deny that he complained a lot and said hurtful things and that he occasionally belittles Nico’s feelings. But Will didn’t know he was doing those things. He thought he was helping Nico navigate his PTSD. How is someone who is still emotionally developing his own character supposed to know how to take care of someone else’s? 

Will also clearly showed love and affection towards Nico. He met all his friends and was polite to them even when they looked scary. Will risked his life several times before they got to Tartarus and still insisted on continuing. Built a Minecraft house for his boyfriend and left him a KitKat bar because he knew he would feel fatigued (also Will brought KitKat bars, meaning he was already thinking of Nico’s health beforehand). He tried to be useful by scouting ahead because he felt like he was being a burden on Nico. He kissed him, called him silly nicknames, hugged him, respected his boundaries (asking to hold him instead of trying to comfort him immediately), and oh yeah, went to Tartarus when he was obviously quaking in his flipflops. 

He also helped Bob when he had no idea who/what he was, comforted Nico when he was beginning to lose hope, acknowledged his mistakes and admitted he needed to try harder, realized he didn’t need to fix Nico and that his boyfriend was perfect the way he was, and learned that Nico wasn’t going to leave him. 

Love is complicated. Love is something you choose. And Will chooses to love Nico. Also for everyone saying a year is long enough to learn/realize these problems already and have them solved, you need to take the rose tinted glasses off. I’ve been with my partner for almost four years, and I’m still learning things about our relationship. We argue, we don’t always meet eye-to-eye. Our own trauma and experiences surface and it gets difficult. But do we just call it quits and throw everything into the trash? No. We talk, we problem-solve, we come back and try to understand each other even if we don’t know how to do that. A year is nothing. A year is puppy love and excitement. It’s like your favorite movie on repeat. All the problems are ignored because you don’t want to see them yet. 

So for a pair of 15 year old's who just came to terms with their sexuality, I think that they are doing pretty damn good at this love thing. 

Anyway, that’s all I really wanted to say. Even though we’ve had Will for years, we’ve never gotten to know his true character until now. It’s raw and weird and doesn’t fit the mold of Will Solace, son of Apollo we all created him to be. You can still hate his character or whatever, I’m not going to try to change your mind. But don’t hate on everyone else who loves him and loves this book. 

#solangelo #will solace #tsat #tsats #tsats spoilers #will literally deserves so much love #he's an anxious nerd who wants to watch star wars and kiss his boyfriend

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 14 thoughts through 14.7 (there is too much for one post, I mean I could probably get four to five posts from 14.11 alone):

The team figures out Siberian's whole "is a projection" thing pretty quickly. Good for them.

I really want to know who ripped out page 325 for the "how horrible of a thing have I done that I don't want shared" check. I strongly lean Trickster but I'm not sure. I want more details on the Travelers and TiaV dammit!

Amy is having a bad day. Probably really a continuation of a bad few days. She probably didn't really need those fingers right?

Skitter criticizing Amy in her head for not being "creative" enough with her power is so on brand. Of course my daughter has already detailed out the complex ways she would use a power she doesn't even have. I love her.

I really wish the Undersiders/Travelers combo would stop splitting the fucking party. If they had just sent everyone after Siberian I bet the could have gotten the dude.

I do have have Skitter has gotten to a point where one of her "start of combat" actions is to just make a fuck ton of bug decoys. Almost without thought at this point.

Have I mentioned how much I love the "writing words in the air with bugs to communicate with people"? Cause I do. It makes sense. It would work. It lets her communicate long range. But it's also very silly to imagine. Very Silver Age in the best way.

Then it gets even better! Skitter makes a full blown animation to tell Amy that Siberian is trying to drop a building on her. Absolutely fucking perfection.

Tattletale maybe misjudged ever so slightly in what she revealed to Siberian. The combo of Siberian just flickering out of existence and everyone being like "oh fuck" was very good.

Amy trying to do her bullshit again and Tattletale having none of it, just destroying every argument before Amy even makes them until Amy agrees to come and help. More than makes up for any mistakes Tattletale made with Siberian.

The relay bugs are super neat.

Fucking high speed mutant dog/car chase. Absolutely fucking AMAZING. I loved every part of it. Ending with Sundancer just dropping a 50 foot wide sun on the road.

Tattletale trolling the shit out of Piggot and the heroes gives me life.

Also, Piggot's phone conversation with Tattletale was basically a villain monologue. For Piggot. Just all the shit about why she was doing it, why it was for the best, the coy little "sorry your teammates are gonna die, it's just an unfortunate side effect". All of it. This bitch is evil.

My daughter fucking tying up Crawler with spiderwebs. HOLY SHIT KID. God damn.

Very Mulan "Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof" energy as they all run the fuck away from the bombing zone.

BUG HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE!!!!

AMY MADE MY DAUGHTER A FLYING BUG HORSE I'M DYING!

TAYLOR CAN BE THE (BUG)HORSE GIRL SHE WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE!

It rescues her and she has to teach it how to fly and they form a bond and she saves it and it saves her and and and she gives it a NAME! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

She's only had Atlas for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I will burn the world to the ground. Then I'll find another world and burn it to the ground too.

Firebombs don't really do shit but destroy a chunk of the city, probably kill some civilians, and make the heroes lives pretty fucking hard as they have to rely on the randomness of Clockblocker's power.

Also weren't there supposed to be a bunch of Nazis also getting hit by the bombs? One of the only somewhat maybe kinda almost decent parts of the plan Piggot and they aren't even here!

Piggot's plan is terrible and evil is what I'm saying.

The only reason nearly every hero doesn't end up permanently trapped or whatever inside Cache's bag of holding is cause Skitter was there to keep him from being crushed by a car. Well, Skitter and her bug horse (BUG HORSE!)

Skitter got to shoot Mannequin in the back. Very satisfying even if it didn't do long term damage.

Sucks to be Cache. He's . . . probably fine? I mean at least he got everyone out as he was melting.

Really sucks to be Glory Girl. She is . . . uhhh . . . hmmm . . . not dead. I can at least say that.

I mean Skitter got her to Amy. And Amy did stop her from dying. So like . . . she's probably going to be fine. Yep. Juuuuuust fine.

(Look if Amy wasn't a bitch about giving Atlas a digestive system I might be willing to forgive a lot. My daughters (bug)horse comes first. But Amy didn't so I won't. At least Grue was able to help. He gets a lot of brownie points for that.)

Anyway, Victoria needed to take some time to heal the rest of the way so she left completely under her own free will. And it will never come up again.

Bombin' 2: Electric HOLY FUCK PIGGOT YOU REALLY ARE CRAZY Bombgaloo

Kill a few more civilians and maybe Crawler and Mannequin. Destroy more of the city (including the library!) in a way that will probably never be salvageable (I mean at least some of it is stopped in time for god knows how long). Jack, Bonesaw, and Siberian escape. And because of what was done Bonesaw is going to activate her bio-weapon.

Great job Piggot. Gold star. You fucking did it. You saved the city. You motherfucking idiot.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #The Slaughterhouse Nine #Taylor Hebert #Victoria Dallon #BUG HORSE #Atlas is the best #I love him forever #For real though I'm sure Amy is gonna go ahead and fix Vic right on up and set her brain right and then Vicky will be good as new #Won't need any therapy at all #Cause she'll be fine #It's not like Amy has already shown that she will justify literally any action she does as not her fault #So no reason to expect this to go any different then she says it's gonna #Thus Victoria is clearly fine. No further questions. It will never come up again I'm sure. #BUG HORSE!

[avionvadion]

I have no self control, so here ya go.

Lucifer x Human!Fem!OC

Warning: I don’t know how to write songs, so please don’t judge the Lucifer song too hard. T_T El isn’t affected by the song magic in Hell/Heaven so she ends up singing whatever songs she knows from her time on earth. In this chapter, it’s Lost Within.

Lucifer was many things.

The King of Hell, the most powerful being within the seven rings, the Archangel who fell from Heaven’s grace, the vile snake who gave humanity free will and doomed them all to a life of sin, but…

He was also a man who missed his wife, who was taking the divorce so badly that he still couldn’t bring himself to remove the wedding band from his finger, and in his depression had become even more estranged from his already distant daughter, the light of his life, who he so badly wanted to reconnect with yet had absolutely no idea how to do so without risking rejection.

What he wasn’t was someone who would be sitting at a desk, surrounded by mountains upon mountains of shredded and crumpled sheets of yellow paper, his endless abyss of magical rubber ducks taking up the room, and nodding his head and scribbling down whatever the weird human at his side was saying.

He wasn’t the kind of man who would rely on a stranger and eagerly take their advice on how to better his bond with his daughter!

…Except he was.

Lucifer was desperate. Very, very desperate.

Now, how did this human end up in Hell? She didn’t die, that was for sure- otherwise she’d be a demon. Well, perhaps she’d be an angel, actually, though a fallen one, given her personality and her avoidance to all things the wretched Sinners would normally enjoy. His sweet Charlie even hired her to work at the hotel as the “shining example” of what the Sinners should try to be.

Oh, his sweet Charlie…

She really does try to see the best in people- even though the Sinners are the absolute worst and don’t have the capacity to change, because they just don’t want to. Bless her heart. He isn’t looking forward to hearing how crushed she’ll be when her idea inevitably fails, because it did before when he tried it so it’ll definitely fail again now that she’s trying it, but he’ll let her have her fun until then.

“Hey, it’s okay.” The human murmured softly, hand hovering like she was about to rest it on his shoulder before changing her mind and setting it on the back of his chair instead. “Just breathe. Charlie wants to get to know you just as much as you do her. Just write what you’re thinking, and we’ll go from there. It’ll be okay.”

Lucifer’s memory was pretty faulty nowadays- he’s only been remembering half of what’s been going on because of this human constantly keeping him updated on his daughter’s activities.

He’d forgotten several times already that Charlie had started working at the hotel, to… Charlie’s ire, and his own- but this human reminds him daily with her constant messages and his frequent calling her to ask about his daughter.

What was that? Why doesn’t he call Charlie?

Are you kidding!? What is he supposed to say to her!? What if she doesn’t pick up? What if he sounds like a total loser and she says she doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore, and cuts ties with him just like his wife- ex wife- did!?

No, no, no; he can’t risk that.

Lucifer can’t lose her, too. Although, admittedly, as this human has pointed out, him hesitating to reach out and close the gap might just be what chases Charlie out of his life in the end. With each day Lucifer can feel her grow more and more distant from him, and he can feel more and more of himself slipping away as a result.

Without Charlie… what reason is there for him to keep living? He’s so tired. Hell is a complete mess, death and destruction is everywhere, and now that his wife has abandoned him he… can’t find beauty anywhere except for in his daughter’s existence.

She’s so bright and pure and brilliant, shining like a hundred thousand stars, her light illuminating the darkness of Hell.

But he’s… so scared of rejection, he keeps unintentionally pushing her away.

“Lucifer?” This human-

Lucifer snapped his head up, startling the woman and causing her to recoil back, his yellow-and-red snake eyes wide as he stared at her. She was only about two inches taller than him, but she was clearly intimidated by him, scared of his power and status as king. She’s been freaked out ever since that day in the hotel, where she learned Charlie’s dad was the King of Hell.

Lips pulling into a frown, Lucifer finally looked at her- taking in the human’s features for perhaps the first time since they’ve met.

Pale skin, a round face, big brown doe eyes, and messy chocolate hair cut short.

His daughter had called him the day she took her to the hotel- having found her and saved her after a demon summoned her in an attempt to reverse engineer a summoning circle, hoping to force their way back onto Earth. Charlie and this human had made a pact, and the proof of it was on her right hand, hidden beneath her black wrist brace and glove.

Lucifer had been ecstatic, never getting calls from his daughter, only ever being the one to call her with the pathetic excuse of “boredom” or “work”, but that excitement quickly shifted to confusion, then incredulousness.

This human… “What was your name again?”

She sputtered, and Lucifer blinked, watching and waiting expectantly as she fumbled like a fish in an attempt to form words, like she could hardly believe he kidnapped her for her help without even knowing her name. “E… Eleanora? Quince? It’s literally in your phone? How do you- is that not the name you have in your contacts!?”

Ah. It does ring a slight bell. “No?”

He pulled out his phone, opening his list, which wasn’t much; he had his daughter, of course, and his wife- ex wife- and the several Overlords that reign over the various circles whom he only occasionally has to keep in line, but as for Eleanora…

Lucifer held it out to her, beaming, his sharp-teeth spread in a pearly white grin. “I put you as the Blue Human! Because,” He snickered and waggled his gloved fingers at her outfit, “y’know, you dress almost entirely in blue? It’s a good look, I’ll admit, and the skulls on the leggings reeeally give it a “Human in Hell” kinda vibe. The flowers? Nice. But, seriously, not much of a lasting impression.”

Eleanora was a very curvaceous woman, with a cute face to boot now that he’s actually taken the time to look at her, and her short hair made her come off as slightly androgynous, but her button-up was a plain royal blue with next to no patterns and absolutely zero accents, and just poking out from underneath was an equally plain black tank top. Her leggings were eighty-percent black, with the patterns starting halfway down her thigh on the sides and stopping in the middle of her shin.

Her shoes? Blue sneakers.

No necklace, no earrings, no fancy hat- she dressed classy, cute, but so simple. It was almost a shame. She could really turn some heads if she dolled herself up.

Lucifer bit back a laugh as she gaped at him.

Her face was turning a bit red- not from anger, but more from embarrassment. Shyness, maybe? She doesn’t seem like the type who handles being checked out very well. Maybe that’s why she never leaves the hotel.

Heh, that and because any demon out there will try to get their claws- or teeth- in her the first second they see her. Either to make a pact, or for less… savory reasons. Honestly, he’s surprised that fluffy spider Charlie recruited hasn’t tried to lay his hands on her yet.

A human in Hell was a very bad thing, but really only for the human. Unfortunately, there’s no known way to get a human back to Earth since no human has ever been summoned into Hell before. What an unlucky lady she was, huh?

Can’t be too unlucky, He suddenly thought, a hint of bitterness in him, since she was saved by my Charlie, and made a pact with her of all people.

How unlucky can one person be that the universe decides to gift them a miracle? The Blue Human, apparently.

Fuck, I forgot her name again. El, Ella… no. Ellen? No, no! Shit.

Seeing her shake her head at him, Lucifer watched in mild frustration as she turned to peer over his shoulder again, reading what he’s written so far. He watched her dark lashes flutter, his eyes drifting down to observe her very exposed neck and collarbone her outfit seemed to be putting emphasis on, before snapping his gaze back up to her face.

Damn.

Maybe her outfit is simple, but it was certainly effective.

Her dark hair was quite fluffy, and in its messiness seemed to curl around her rosy cheeks and exposed nape in a tempting fashion. Was she truly as innocent as Charlie believes her to be? Ever since Lucifer granted humanity free will, they’ve only ever done horrible things like kill each other and commit genocide.

She must despise him, right? Planning his death in her mind? He kidnapped her from the hotel and coerced her into helping him write a letter for his daughter.

This woman-

Ellis… Elena?

She doesn’t actually care about his relationship with his daughter, right?

El… Ellie! I’ll call her Ellie!

There, perfect. Whatever her name was, this’ll sound like a nickname. Anyone would be honored to have the King of Hell, Lucifer, call them by a nickname.

Wait, why am I worrying about this?

This was really pathetic, even for him. His facial expression was probably changing rapidly alongside his thoughts, but he was so lost in the chaos that was his jumbled mind that he didn’t notice and didn’t really care.

Lucifer was just sitting his chair, brows furrowed, staring at the Blue Human and trying to figure out why all of this was bothering him so much when… he realized, seeing her turn to look at him again, her brown eyes no longer filled with fear and instead a gentle encouragement.

Her features were soft, her voice filled with a kind of sweet supportiveness he hasn’t heard in many, many years. “Why don’t we keep writing? We’re still only a few lines in.”

This human was his only shot at redemption.

To be a better father, to reconnect with his daughter whom he hasn’t seen since the divorce- or, well, now, a couple weeks ago, which was also because of this human. She may be the one staying at that silly hotel, but he was the one in desperate need of help. Whether she was genuine or a gifted actress didn’t really matter.

But… somehow, as she smiled at him, he had a feeling she sincerely did want to help him, even though they barely knew each other and he’s only really given her reason to dislike him.

He wasn’t exactly friendly when they first met, and the last time he checked abduction wasn’t really the way to go about making friends.

Lucifer turned away to stare at the three lines he had written, biting his bottom lip, before falling forward and hitting his head against the desk. “It’s too hard! It all sounds so stupid! She’s never gonna agree to it!”

He thought about inviting Charlie over hundreds upon hundreds of times, but he could never bring himself to follow through with it. He’d call her, but would soon panic, and in the end the gap between them ended up wider than ever before. Lucifer would always give her the worst of excuses, telling her he was just bored or wanted to pawn some kind of job off to her.

The more he thinks about it, the more awful he feels.

Seriously, Lucifer was a shitty dad.

His daughter is never going to want to spend time with him. The thought of drinking tea together, talking about each other’s day, felt like an impossible dream… and Lucifer didn’t have many dreams left.

She had seemed so uncomfortable that day, even though he had been so happy to see her for the first time in years. What if…

“What if it’s too late?”

Ellie was silent.

After a moment of hesitation- she actually rested a hand on his back, choosing to be brave and try to comfort him. Lucifer tensed at the touch, but was even more surprised by what she said next, the devil king turning his head to look at her, his rosy cheek squished against the desk as his yellow eyes grew wide.

“It’s not too late.” She murmured. “And it’s not hard; it’s just scary. Which makes it feel hard. You can do this.”

She beamed at him, bright and encouraging. Lifting her free hand, she gave him an awkward thumbs up.

“I believe in you! You got this!”

Lucifer was always too scared to bridge the gap, despite wanting to for so long. He’d panic and say something stupid, something wrong that would upset his daughter. But now he wasn’t alone; there was someone beside him to help him each step of the way, to help him make the right choices.

Dreaming… was so hard nowadays. His ideas were idiotic and pointless more often than not. He was often plagued by nightmares of his daughter forsaking him.

But now there was a light- a little hope that things would go well.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer lifted his head and sat up. Ellie hadn’t yet removed her hand from his back. He could feel the warmth of her palm burning through his jacket and clothes.

He tugged a sharp grin across his face, yellow eyes practically glowing against his pure white skin. At the sight, he felt her hand twitch, but she kept her smile on her lips as he looked at her.

Lucifer grabbed his pen, twirling it in his fingers. “You realize there’s no escape from this now, right?”

“…Huh?”

His grin widened into a smirk. Lucifer pointed the pen at her, eyes half-lidded as he met her wide-eyed stare. “If this doesn’t work, I’ll make sure you get a front row seat to Hell. I may be fallen, but I still have some strings I can pluck to get you down here, and when I do…”

Ellie flinched back in alarm when he flicked the pen in the air, the short king standing up from his chair and catching it with his other hand. All the while, he reached out to grab her chin, forcing her to lean down so they were eye-to-eye, his sclera glowing a bloody red to match his irises, a growl in his cheery voice.

“I’ll make you wish my daughter never found you.”

“Uh…” Wait, why is her face red? Lucifer blinked when her voice cracked, the woman trying so hard to keep a shaky smile from forming. “O-Okay. Sounds… Sounds good. Um.”

Her eyes darted around the room for a moment, then back to him, but couldn’t keep eye contact for more than five seconds before looking away again.

“Wh-What if… What if it works?”

“Huh? Oh!” Good point. Lucifer thought about it, still holding her face as he tapped his pen against the desk. “I don’t know! Haha… hmm.”

He leaned against the desk side, tilting his head and pouting his lips as he hummed. Ellie remained leaning down, looking increasingly more uncomfortable as her back remained bent at a weird angle.

Finally, Lucifer got an idea, and he simultaneously dropped the pen and released her face to spin on his heels and snap his fingers, pointing at her. “How about~ you become my assistant!? Ey? Eyyy? Not bad, right? Can’t get you back home, but I caaan get you a sweet, sweet gig that’ll make others think twice about attacking you!”

“Wait, assistant? What kind of- huh?”

Lucifer was already walking circles around her with a bit of a beat, his staff materializing in his hands as he nudged her with his elbow and grinned. “Just think about it, Ellie! Heh, how’s this; I’ll even give you a raise! A higher pay rate than a normal assistant, and a bonus if you keep helping me out with Charlie!”

“…I-I’m sorry, what?” The brunette looked so lost, holding a finger up in the air like she was about to ask a question, but Lucifer’s mind was already long gone, the man twirling his staff and swinging his hips as he got into music mode.

The short king moved his head to a slow beat, the few instruments in the room beginning to play, adding a jazzy flow in the air. He swung his staff as he started to sing. “Little Blue, don’t confuse~ yourself with all this doubting! I’m the king, the devil, the guy! The one you can trust to be on your side!”

Ellie was a bit startled by the sudden song, but quickly took it in stride, moving a small step back as she curled her hands close to her chest. “Please don’t call me that.”

He just snapped his fingers, vanishing in a red puff of mist- the same mist he had used to teleport her here- and when he did so, the instruments picked up speed, running double time.

“Where’d you- whoa!” The human looked around, only to jump when he appeared beside her with a large grin.

An arm slinging over her shoulders, Lucifer pulled Ellie close, tapping the apple of his staff against her chest. “Just keep your word! We’ll have a deal! Between you and me, a human in Hell?! Ha, better say fareweeeell!”

He slid away, but not before grabbing her shoulders and forcibly spinning her, causing her to scream, but he snatched her hand just before she fell.

“I know so many demons who would gobble you up alive! But, of course, as you should know, if this little plan of yours fails…” Lucifer loosened her grip and she slipped, still hanging by the fingertips, not at all balanced on her feet, and when she looked behind her, her eyes went wide, flames dancing in their reflection as she stared at a big gaping abyss that suddenly appeared in the floor. “You won’t have a hope in Hell to help you surviiiiive~!”

Ellie felt him let go, and it was all she could do as she screamed as she tumbled into the darkness below, flailing as she reached out in a desperate attempt to stop her fall.

Just as she had been convinced she was about to die, squeezing her eyes shut to brace herself for impact, a pair of arms suddenly grabbed hold of her, and she inhaled sharply, gasping when she looked up to see Lucifer had caught her.

The two were still falling, but his usually dull red irises were bright with color and life, and he grinned so wide at her as they landed on a mountain of gold, coins flying past them, that Ellie could see her reflection in his pearly white fangs.

“Think of the benefits!” He sang, cheery and bright. “The money and pride you get working at my side! An assistant like no other, with bonuses every hour, just by helping my relationship with my daughter bloom~! Bragging rights, discounts, and even a Hellish bank account!”

She screeched when they suddenly went sailing, sliding off the mountain of gold towards a field of flowers. Ellie was quick to wrap her arms around Lucifer’s shoulders, clinging onto him for dear life, but when they landed there was no pain- almost like jumping into a pile of leaves. Lucifer was quick to let go, standing up and spinning on his heel as he threw his hands up into the air, kicking his feet.

“There’s nothing to lose~ except your hope, but better this instead of facing a nightmarish doom!”

Ellie sat up and spat out some flowers, plucking a couple petals out of her hair and from down her shirt, before eying the field of flowers in awe, amazed by its beauty.

“Come on, sweet lady, whattya say?” He waltzed over to her, and she almost yelped again when he grabbed her hand and tugged her onto her feet. Lucifer began to dance, and El tried to follow along, but she stumbled about like she had two left feet. “It’s the best deal you’ll ever make! Work with me and you’ll see, you can survive this reality!”

“…Better the devil I know than the one I don’t?” She asked, still looking a little uncertain.

Lucifer’s eyes flashed, and he tossed her out to the side again. “That’s the way! So, whattya say!?”

Ellie hesitated. “What… all would I be doing as your assistant?”

Hrm. She really doesn’t know how to sing along, does she? “Eh, whatever, really. Just help me not look foolish in front of my baby girl, and you’ll be set for life! And…”

Lucifer thought about it, before offering her a grin.

“Set for your afterlife, should you ever come down here. But that’s only if you end up falling like me- a special deal, just for you. Well, Little Blue?”

“Don’t call me that.” She huffed for the second time that day, making a face, and the short king’s eyes lit up, Lucifer seeing her waver and about to give in. “But, um…”

Ellie’s hand twitched in his, and she turned to face him, nervously reaching out with her other hand to rest it over the one she was already holding. Lucifer’s grin broadened. He watched as she worried her bottom lip, before firmly clasping his left hand with both of hers.

“S-Sure. Dancing… with the devil can’t be too bad, right?”

“Ha!” He laughed, and Ellie jumped, watching as red magic crackled over their hands. Lucifer tugged her to him and he leaned in close, taking note of her startled reaction. “You’ll find out, I suppose. Just help me get my daughter to like me again, and I’ll protect you from anyone stupid enough to try and devour you.”

All at once, the magic around them faded, and the two were standing in the middle of Lucifer’s room once more, the flowers replaced with crumpled failed excuses of letters and many, many rubber ducks.

“Now!” With his right hand, Lucifer pointed his staff at the desk where the in-progress letter was resting, waving it in the air. “What in the unholy Hell am I supposed to write!?”

Ellie stared at him, before sputtering and bursting out laughing, the sound loud and obnoxious but not entirely unpleasant. She crinkled her eyes and looked at him. “Literally whatever you want! I told you- write the first few things that come to mind and we’ll go from there! It’s gotta be from the heart.”

He scrunched his face up. “Sounds like a horrible plan.”

“Hey.” She gave him a look. “Just trust me, okay?”

Ellie suddenly paused.

Lucifer could see her expression shift as she contemplated something, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing, widening, a hand lifting to her chin, and then her face lighting up once she thought of something. She glanced up at him, hesitating, before taking a deep breath and trying to build up courage for something.

Once she had the confidence, she faced him, her actions earning a raised brow from him.

Parting her lips, Ellie began to sing-

“Crawl out of the hole you’re in, who you are is not who you’ve been!” She gave his hand a small tug and gestured around them before facing him with a determined fist, understanding dawning on him why she had been so hesitant just a few seconds ago. “Now’s the time to sink or swim, will you fight the tide or get lost within!?”

Well, it’s not the worst song she could’ve thought of, but it’s definitely not one he would’ve picked.

“And I know you’re feeling low!” Lucifer blinked, surprised when she snatched up both his hands, holding them close to her as she stepped towards him, the human doing her best to keep her voice steady. Unlike him, instrumentals did not magically appear to accompany her, leaving her to feel even more awkward as she sang. “Feel like you’ve lost control! But the darkness that you know; it’s not your home and you’re not alone~!”

She let go of him, spinning in a slow circle to gesture to the many rubber ducks he had painstakingly created in a failed attempt to fill the void left by his divorce and the desperate need to bond with his distant daughter who had once been so happy to see a duck he created with magic when she was small.

“And all you’ve wanted~ was just so much more! This world has taken a hold!“ Ellie stopped to point at Lucifer, who was standing there stunned. “Don’t let ‘em get your soooul~!”

This song…

“The silence, you feel it, cold as a winter storm,” She hugged her arms, her eyes almost pleading, “This world has taken a hold- don’t let ‘em get your sooooul~!”

A moment of tense quiet as she stopped to catch her breath, before deciding to tentatively continue, moving to slowly approach the desk, not looking at him as she ran a hand along the back of his desk chair. Her voice, while not the most beautiful, held a vulnerability to it, and it only grew more pained.

“Iron bars are a hell to break; tell me now, do you know what’s at stake?” Lucifer frowned, eyes narrowing as the song hit a little close to home. “Your whole life in a blank stare haze, you walk around like the end of days…”

Ellie whipped her head around, lips curling back as she realized the lyrics actually fit him a little too well.

“And I know you’re feeling low, feel like you’ve lost control…” Ellie walked towards him, and she held her hands out- not touching him, but simply letting him know she was there if he wanted to reach out. “But the darkness that you know; it’s not your home and you’re not alone.”

Lucifer closed his eyes and turned away, expression twisting in his heartache as he turned to face the family portraits he had hanging on the wall.

He gripped his cane tightly, digging the claws of his other hand into his chest, staring at the once happy images of his family, back when his daughter was small and his wife still loved him.

Maybe there was a point to this song. Maybe the Blue Human was right.

Lucifer didn’t really know the lyrics, but it wasn’t hard to sing along, his lips parting with a heartbreaking cry, “And all I’ve wanted~ was just so much more! This world has taken a hold, don’t let ‘em get my soul!”

If Ellie was shocked by his participation in a song she had been fearful might anger him, she didn’t show it. She just kept on singing. “The silence, you feel it-“

“Cold as a winter storm!”

“This world has taken a hold-“

“Don’t let ‘em get my sooooul!”

Tears were stinging Ellie’s eyes, threatening to fall, as she choked up and stretched her arms out towards him as far as they would go, trying so hard to reach him with her voice. “I’m calling out to you~! Can you heeeear me!?”

The King of Hell turned his head, staring at her from over his shoulder, wondering if just maybe her idea really would work, his expression contorting once more as he realized why Charlie was so willing to make a pact with her.

“They can’t break you down, let you hit the ground!” Ellie’s hands grabbed at the air as she brought them towards her, slowly curling them into fists. She moved her hands through the air, using them to enunciate her words, daring to step closer. Ellie held a hand out to him again. “I promise you, it won’t be long~!“

Lucifer finally moved to face her, taking a hesitant step forward, feeling compelled to believe her, wanting to believe her. “Won’t be looong~!”

“You’re feeling overwhelmed here! Drowned by the pain and the fear!” She held her arms out. “The sun will come with the daaaawn!”

A pause, and then Lucifer started to sing again, looking so lost as the exhaustion shone in his eyes. “All I’ve wanted-“

“Was just so much more!”

“This world has taken a hold-“

Ellie was one hundred percent pleading at this point, and with each verse Lucifer stepped closer to her, drawn in by the sincerity of her voice and gaze. “Don’t let ‘em get your soul!”

“The silence, I feel it- cold as a winter storm! This world has taken a hold-“

He was close enough that she was able to touch him, but she didn’t, simply waiting, until finally Lucifer grabbed her extended hand, his red eyes desperate.

“Don’t let ‘em get my soul!”

Ellie was very much out of breath, while Lucifer looked like he was trying his damndest not to have a breakdown. After a few seconds, Ellie rested her free hand on his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “We… We can start by finishing that letter, okay…? It’s the first step.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, voice cracking. “I don’t want… Charlie to hate me…”

“She won’t. Remember what I told you before?”

Lucifer sniffled, and he looked up with big eyes to see Eleanora smiling softly at him.

“She wants to get to know you just as much as you do her.”

#hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x oc #lucifer morningstar

[thekatebridgerton]

Like I'm trying not to think about how hard it was for Anthony to be the parentified older sibling while at the same time fearing he was going to die at the same age as his dad did.

Because that snippet in TSPWL of his father-brother feelings towards Eloise doesn't cover the tenth of what he must have gone through with Colin, Daphne and Francesca too. Let alone Hyacinth and Gregory. How he had to be their dad when all he wanted was to be their brother. I'm pretty sure Anthony didn't want to be imposing discipline and calculating dowries and metting out scoldings when one of his siblings got into trouble. That was supposed to be their father's job, and Anthony would have loved to have with them the camaraderie he had with Benedict, but the fact remains that he was the Viscount and he was left in charge of them, even if he didn't want to be.

In the show they added that scene where Anthony is asked to make a decision for Violet's pregnancy, that rightfully so, only Edmund should have been asked to make. Just for it to hit home, how incredibly young Anthony was when he became head of the household. He had to be a father when he just lost his and everyone just expected him to keep it together.

I mean in the show His siblings certainly don't thank him for it, or seem to appreciate how well he's made things for them despite the huge ammount of responsibility he has. In the books at least they do cut Anthony some slack and you see the older Bridgerton siblings trying to break out from relying on him so much, but the fact remains that they still know they can count on him whenever they're in trouble. Even if he will scold them about it.

And despite all this, Anthony never falters in his dedication to his family. I wish the show would portray a little bit more, how hard it is on both sides, for Anthony who truly wants to be a brother instead of a dad, and for Daphne, Colin, Eloise and Francesca, who wants to have a normal sibling bond with him but still treat him as the second main parental figure in their life. Because he's all they had to rely on after Edmund's death.

This is without taking Gregory and Hyacinth into account. Who literally don't remember Edmund and only had Anthony as an example of what a father should be. And perhaps this is the only character trait that I think Anthony shares with Fitzwilliam Darcy. Because we also don't aknowledge how much being Georgiana's parental figure from a young age, affected Darcy's approach to living his life.

Nope I'm not crying. No sir

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #Anthony Bridgerton meta #parentified child

[devotedlyenchantingalpaca]

Rayla's character arc throughout the series is one that grapples with her darker impulses and the lengths she's willing to go to protect those she loves. From the very beginning, we see her struggling with the weight of her assassin's training and the expectations placed upon her by her people. She's been raised to believe that killing is a necessary evil, a means to an end, and that her worth is tied to her ability to carry out her missions without hesitation.

This mindset is exemplified in her admission to hating a random boy in Chasing Shadows simply because he reminded her of Viren. It's a startling confession, one that highlights just how deeply ingrained her hatred and desire for revenge have become. She's allowed her past traumas and the wrongs committed against her people to fester, turning into a dark and consuming force that threatens to overshadow her better nature.

But Rayla's journey is also one of growth and self-discovery. As she travels with Callum and Ezran, she begins to question the beliefs she's held so dear. She starts to see the value in compassion, in understanding, and in the power of friendship. She learns that there's strength in vulnerability, in opening herself up to others and allowing herself to be supported.

However, old habits die hard, and Rayla's pride in her ability to be "strong alone" continues to be a driving force in her actions. She's so used to relying on herself, to pushing others away in the name of protecting them, that she struggles to truly let others in. This is most clearly seen in her decision to leave Callum and strike out on her own to face Viren, believing that she's the only one who can stop him and that she must do so alone.

And yet, when push comes to shove, when the lives of her friends are on the line, Rayla proves that there's no moral boundary she won't cross for them. In the end, she winds up cutting off one of Claudia's limbs, a brutal and shocking act that leaves both her and the audience reeling. It's a moment that forces Rayla to confront the darkness within herself, to come to terms with the fact that her love for her friends is so all-consuming that she's willing to do anything, even the unthinkable, to keep them safe.

It's a heavy realization, one that will undoubtedly weigh on Rayla as she moves forward. She's seen the depths of her own darkness, the lengths she's willing to go, and now she must grapple with the consequences of her actions. But it's also a testament to the strength of her love, to the unbreakable bonds she's formed with Callum, Ezran, and the others. In the end, Rayla's journey is one of learning to balance her fierce protectiveness with her own sense of morality, of finding a way to be strong for her friends without losing herself in the process.

#rayla #callum #ezran #rayllum #bloodmoon girl rayla

[noforkingclue]

Dead or Alive- Chapter 12 (James Bond x reader)

Hello.

You hated how quickly you dashed across to your laptop. You paused before settling down on your sofa, wondering exactly why you had been so quick to read the message. It was either going to be Bond or Q or your new found enemy. Either way, you were going to get pissed off. Unfortunately for you, it was your new enemy. You grimaced as you typed,

What do you want?

I figured out what I want you to do.

And then will you leave me alone?

It depends.

On what?

How well you complete this little task

You drummed your figures against your laptop. You can’t exactly rely on this person but then again, who could rely on who in this game.

Well. What do you want?

Personnel details.

Personal details? Surely you can get those yourself.

I see that reading is not one of your strong points. Personnel not personal. Well, it’s a good thing those a less relevant to what I need

You narrowed your eyes at that statement. You could tell that this mystery person was just trying to piss you off. Wanting to see how you’d react. But you weren’t going to rise to the bait. No. If you did things could end up worse for you. They had access to your laptop which meant your life. You just had to bide your time.

And what is it that you need? You typed eventually

It took a while for your ‘friend’ to reply. You rolled your eyes and went to make yourself a cup of tea. Damn them if they think they could keep you waiting. You still had your life to live. It didn’t revolve around them. When you came back you were pleased to see that they had done you the grace of actually messaging back. Unfortunately it wasn’t to say that they leave you alone.

Bank details.

Whose?

I want you to guess.

Fine. Well, it must be fairly important for you to… outsource this. Will I be getting paid?

So mercenary. Isn’t me not betraying you enough?

You already betrayed me. We have a code of honour in this line of work

Of course

So risky enough for you not to do it yourself. Maybe something related to the government?

Getting closer

Civil Service?

Well, some people might argue that this is part of it but I’d disagree

You frowned at the message before it finally hit you. You recoiled slightly and shook your head. You wished that you had gotten something stronger than tea to drink.

No. No. The Secret Service?

I want the bank account details for their employees.

All of them?

Let’s start with six and work from there

And what will you do with this information?

I don’t see how that is of any concern of yours.

Are you planning on selling this data?

Why are you so concerned?

Because people could die from me selling you this!

Whoever said anything about me paying you?

You know what I mean…

I never took you to be a patriot

I’m not but I dislike people dying

I’ll give you until the end of the week

And if I don’t do this?

Then you won’t like the consequences. Don’t make me come and find you.

And with that they logged off. You slumped against your sofa, mouth opened. Fuck, you really stuck between and rock and a hard place. You couldn’t see anyway out of this without seriously fucking up.

#fanfiction #james bond #reader insert #james bond x reader

[dc-and-arfrona]

Don't cry. I had to leave this life.

Based off this prompt

"If I die tonight, wear something nice and bright. Don't cry. I had to leave this life. There was nothing you could do to help that night. I know, I tried." The haunting words echoed in the reader's mind, each syllable etching itself into their heart. They stared at the letter left behind by Dick Grayson, their love, their hero. A sense of foreboding washed over them, as if the weight of tragedy loomed just beyond the horizon.

With a trembling hand, the reader clutched the letter tightly, struggling to contain the swell of emotions threatening to spill over. The thought of a life without Dick, without his infectious laughter and unwavering support, felt like a gaping void.

But amidst the fear and uncertainty, the reader refused to succumb to despair. They chose to cherish the time they had, to hold onto the moments of love and joy that intertwined their lives. It was in those vibrant fragments that they found solace, a bittersweet reminder of the beauty that life held.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as the reader and Dick clung to each other, their love a beacon in the face of darkness. They reveled in the simple joys—a shared sunrise, stolen kisses under the moonlight, and laughter that echoed through the hallways of their sanctuary.

The reader had become their own hero, fiercely determined to make every moment count. They crafted memories like precious gems, stringing them together as a testament to their resilience. Each day was a defiance against the shadow of the unknown, a proclamation that their love would not be diminished.

In the midst of their shared adventures, they fought side by side, relying on their unwavering trust and unbreakable bond. They wove stories of triumph and courage, painting the world with the hues of hope and resilience.

But always, beneath the surface, the reader carried the weight of Dick's ominous words. They could never escape the thought that tragedy might befall them, that the fragile threads of their existence could be severed. And yet, they refused to allow fear to rule their hearts.

One moonlit evening, as they stood on a rooftop overlooking the city, the reader's voice broke the silence. "Dick, I can't ignore the words you left behind. The fear of losing you hangs heavy on my heart. But I refuse to let it consume us. We can't control the circumstances, but we can choose how we face them."

Dick turned to face the reader, his eyes filled with love and a hint of sorrow. "I never wanted to burden you with those words. They were my own demons, my own fears. But you're right. We can't let fear dictate our lives. We have each other, and that's worth fighting for."

Their lips met in a tender kiss, a mingling of love and determination. In that embrace, they made a silent promise to face whatever may come with unwavering strength and indomitable spirit.

Days turned into years, and years into a lifetime of shared moments. Together, they navigated the uncertainties of life, embracing the ever-present shadow of mortality. And in their love, they found the courage to embrace the fleeting beauty of existence.

For, in the end, it wasn't the fear of what might be that defined them. It was the vibrant tapestry of their love, woven with threads of resilience and hope. They refused to be shackled by the darkness, choosing instead to ignite the world with the light they carried within.

And if the night of tragedy ever arrived, they would face it together, their love a beacon of defiance against the forces that sought to tear them apart.

Masterlist

#dick grayson x reader #robin x reader #dick grayson imagines #nightwing x reader #nightwing #dick grayson #nightwing x y/n #dc imagine #dc universe #dc imagines

[kafus]

ok i am gonna share that nightmare i had yesterday actually. tw for a variety of topics including cults, attempted murder of a young child, kind of barely an age gap relationship between a younger child and a teenager, gun violence, listen it was crazy i have no idea what my sleeping brain was cooking. i should not have to say this about a nightmare i had while unconscious but to be clear i don't ENDORSE any of these topics IRL or some bullshit like that

also this nightmare involved pokemon horizons characters for some reason so if you watch the pokemon anime and don't want to hear about hypothetical nightmare scenarios of very AU things happening to them i would also avoid

so i'm setting the stage here. as far as i can tell i was just normal me in this dream (notable because i am usually Not "just me" in my dreams) but i was a teenager again instead of a 24 year old. i was living in a large multi-story house with the main cast of pokemon horizons (everyone on the brave asagi), and like a few other people not from horizons but they don't really matter. the dream timeskipped through a lot of years of me living there, like i had been there for a while.

despite me saying the cast of horizons was there my brain was very pick and choosey with what actual character traits or recognizable features remained of these characters other than their names/general appearances. importantly liko was a good bit younger than her anime appearance, not sure of her exact age but like, elementary school. she was Extremely chronically ill with some sort of undefined illness my brain made up, i guess. she lived in the basement of the house and was totally bedridden Most of the time, as to survive she had to constantly be hooked up to a somewhat bulky machine. she could be off of it for very brief periods but to get around anywhere, that machine had to come with her. she was generally way more timid and also way more woozy and relied on everyone for care.

^ like imagine her but even smaller and very sickly constantly. if you have never watched pokemon horizons lol

^ the main other person i interacted with was amethio who was probably the most recognizable - similar personality, though it was probably what i'd imagine him to be like after a hypothetical redemption arc, still irritable and brooding but like, he has a soft side. me and him were around the same age here (14?) and we were the main two watching after liko. he was like?? in love with liko??? my brain really never acknowledged the age gap here it was just normal and no one thought anything of it. that being said that's not something he expressed directly to her and they weren't in a relationship

anyway so the major thing here is that this household was pretty much a small cult. isolated from the outside world, general actual cult shit, but also we had some sort of belief we were all indoctrinated into by the higher up adults that liko had to Die at a specific time and date, i don't remember if it was for sacrificial reasons or if a reason was even provided in the dream at all, but tldr me and amethio were expected to unplug her life support stuff without her knowing and let her die with the assumption that she would be too woozy or confused to do anything about it herself. after a lot of implied bonding with her i was expected to pretty much murder a child. suffice to say this was horrifying

we actually did the deed and like halfway through watching liko's energy fade i started thinking like. wait. why am i doing this. i know that liko is supposed to die, but is she really? am i really doing the right thing? watching her die is awful. i've cared for her so much for years and i don't want her to die. so in the middle of all of this i take amethio aside (he was off in another room because he didn't want to watch liko suffer, i was taking the role of making sure it happened) and i'm like. amethio why are we doing this. you love her right. you love liko so you don't want her to die. i don't want to kill her. and he's like. Fuck you're right this is insane i don't care about the past however many years i cannot let liko die. so we agree to plug her life support stuff back in and confront the rest of the house

after ensuring liko was hooked back up and starting to recover, i made my way upstairs to confront the adults in the house while amethio worked on getting her out of there safely, and like. holy shit.

NEVER THOUGHT I'D HAVE ANY SORT OF DREAM/NIGHTMARE WHERE FRIEDE FROM POKEMON HORIZONS TRIES TO LITERALLY KILL ME, but i GUESS this is the life i'm leading now. i was like dude why are we killing liko you can't just make me kill a child i'm sorry and his positive demeanor quickly turned sour and the rest of the dream devolved into a blur of confusing violence, one because i was being chased after multiple fully grown adults in the body of a teenager, both by violent pokemon and like, literal guns, i was being shot at, and also because from here on out the dream started heavily deteriorating, like it became more weird and less linear and stuff that didn't make sense was happening. i never knew what ended up happening to amethio and liko because in a particularly close bout of violence i suddenly woke up sweating/shaking/heart pounding. and then after i caught my breath and realized i was awake i was just like. HELLO???????? WHAT THE FUCK?????

idk the last time i had a dream this vivid much less one this off the walls. i keep thinking about it cause like, due to Reasons if i'm dreaming about liko, especially as someone in such a vulnerable and awful position, that probably means something/pertains to my personal real life trauma, like the general aura of this dream read as a ptsd nightmare to me, but fuck if i'm gonna be able to parse all that today i have no idea what the fuck any of this means. i'm just losing my shit. especially because i went back to sleep afterwards and had another dream about pokemon horizons characters but it was literally just cute shit where i was liko and in a relationship with dot high school AU style and we were hanging out after class. like the complete tonal whiplash is so fucking funny. why on earth did my brain make the most wildly contrasting pokemon fanfictions of all time while i was asleep. helpppp

#kiki was here #kiki.txt #I HOPE SOMEONE FINDS THIS INTERESTING #AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS DREAMS ARE JUST SUPER INTERESTING?? ANYWAY

[myidic]

I’ve been thinking about how hard and lonely it must've been for Spock to have grown up half human on Vulcan. Vulcans being the blood purists and xenophobes that they are, who hide behind the concept of IDIC rather than live it, he grew up an outcast. His peers were V'tosh ka'tur, bullying him and insulting his mother. They defied logic, being cruel in their attempts to illicit emotional responses from the young boy to prove he was too human to be true Vulcan.

This poor, half human child had to have been so lonely. Vulcans, eschewing all forms of physical contact and emotional connections, have colleagues and acquaintances. They do not have friends. Spock only had his mother and Michael to fill that ache and need for touch and those emotional connections that are so essential to humans.

Growing up, he tried to push away all semblance of his humanity. In an attempt to prove how Vulcan he was, he opted to complete his kahs-wan, the right of passage for young Vulcans, early. With his faithful sehlat I-Chaya by his side he faced the unforgiving desert alone, narrowly escaping an attack by a deadly le-matya thanks to I-Chaya giving his life in defense.

He was a scion of the House of Surak. Surak being the key and most revered philosopher, he who brought Cthia, Logic, to the Vulcan people, thus saving themselves from self-annihilation. His clan was a most noble clan, the Matriarch being the infamous T’Pau, who was known as the only individual to refuse a seat on the Federation council. As such, it was not only expected, but also required of him to be the pinnacle of logic in order to not bring further shame to his clan. His guilt about failing to achieve pure logic weighed heavily on him for his whole life.

In a fit of human emotion and rebellion, Spock rejected his acceptance to the VSA while giving them the proverbial middle finger when the VSA Council commented on how his mother was a disadvantage yet again, without any protest or defense from his father. In response, to his father’s horror, he joined Starfleet which caused a rift between them that lasted over 14 years.

He was the first Vulcan in Starfleet. His intelligence was not only lauded, but encouraged. However, as Spock said, he was too human for Vulcans, and too Vulcan for humans. His very biology still kept him separate, and marked him as “other.” He still had yet to find his place in the universe.

Spock hit his stride serving as first officer under Pike, who garnered his unerring loyalty. He began to feel acceptance, and grounded in the form of duty to his Captain.

And then came Kirk.

Together, they explored the depths of the galaxy. They learned how to implicitly trust each other while facing the unknown. They built this explicit trust that they both relied upon as they risked their lives together in the line of duty, time after time. Spock began to at least acknowledge his humanity. Together, he and Kirk saved millions of lives together, and changed even more, over the course of their missions. They challenged each other, and they grew in intellect and strength together while embracing each other’s gifts and weaknesses.

For the first time, Spock had found in Kirk the first real friend he ever had. They were friends in a way that can only be cultivated in fire, in trust, in confidence. Friends that fundamentally change who you are for the better.

They formed a deep bond of brotherhood. Spock felt closer to Kirk than any family he had, perhaps save his mother. Their brotherhood went beyond the ties of blood, forged in battle, ready to die for each other.

Before his failed attempt at Kolinar, the sacred process of purging all emotions to obtain pure logic, he called Kirk t’hy’la. He named a bond between them encompassing the words friend, brother, and lover. By that definition, it is only logical to assume that during this voyage together, they also found ultimate and intimate solace in each other.

Live long and prosper, my friends. 🖖🏽

#t’hy’la #spirk #lonely Spock #tos spock #friends to brothers to lovers #star trek thoughts

[vote-gaara]

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 @ that anon The whole Naruto fixation makes me sad 'cause like... it goes to show how starved for friendship he was/is, since Naruto really didn't do much besides fight him and say a few empathetic lines. Gaara would've fixated on /any/ friend he had as a kid, and Naruto just happened to be the first. Imagine how much more it would've meant to him if he actually had a friend by his side regularly who encouraged and supported him. Just one. He wouldn't talk about Naruto so much if he wasn't the only one to show even the tiniest bit of empathy.

TLDR give him a better best friend, Kishimoto

You are absolutely right!

Gaara idolizes Naruto more than anyone else and would literally die for him; however, their bond seems slightly one-sided. Though Naruto would always come running if Gaara's life were in peril and I have no doubt that Naruto really hopes for the best for Gaara, they aren't exactly buds. I mean the two of them aren't going out to hang or anything, or even rely on each other for advice about other things going on in their lives (relationships, finances, day to day problems) that you may confide in a friend for. It seems like Gaara is in this one-sided, business-like, long distance friendship with Naruto that he lives and breathes for, and that kind of personal intimacy is a little strange because their relationship doesn't seem to have much sustenance passed "he saved me" and "we have each other's back in life or death situations".

It's like friend 911.

It's sad because Gaara doesn't ask for anything more, and he clings to this distant relationship partly because it's the first friendship he formed, as you said, and also because I don't think Gaara really knows how to go about forming friendships that are deeper than um...concepts?

I mean look at how he views his bond with his village. He somehow feels as though being a public servant for the people of Suna is enough of an adequate substitute for legitimate human connection. Which, there are people out there who are that introverted and if that's what fuels them and feels best for them, there's nothing wrong with it, but Gaara actually feels like this connection he has to his village is really personal and so he doesn't ask for anything else which is sad because he does actually want more than that from friendships, but he's not sure he's: 1) Deserving of it 2) Has the social skills for it and 3) Has the time for it as he feels obligated to make up for his past through work.

I truly believe there is a strong difference between being introverted and being so used to being lonely that you believe you are okay with being reclusive. Sadly, I think Gaara falls more into the latter category.

I'm not saying that Gaara would go out and be the life of the party and thrive in large, rambunctious social settings if he hadn't been born with Shukaku - I do believe he would still be shy and quiet - however, I think he would have a lot more one-on-one friendships that he could lean on (not including Temari and Kankuro) without the trauma.

It's just that he doesn't feel he can have those things, and I guess he may be scared to try.

This may be controversial, but I this overall Lee has been a better friend to Gaara than Naruto has (whoops).

#gaara

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Ecstasy [05]

ー The scene starts in the dungeon of the Sakamaki Castle

Kanato: Fufu, look at your pathetic display.

I cannot believe the eldest son of the Mukami Family has come to willingly offer himself to me.

Ruki: ...

Kanato: ...However, this is not enough to satisfy me. Where are your other siblings?

Ruki: ...

Kanato: Hey, Ruki. How about you tell me already?

Ruki: My brothers have nothing to do with this. ...I bear full responsibility. 

Kanato: ...You’re sounding like a broken record now.

Stop making fun of me already!

Ruki: ...

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Kanato: ...God! This is pissing me off!!

*Thud*

*CRASH*

Reiji: Calm down, Kanato. We are in the middle of our meal. 

Besides, from what I can tell, I do not believe Ruki will speak, no matter how much you verbally attack him. 

I believe you will have to think of a different approach. 

Kanato: What do you suggest I do then!?

I’m going through a lot of trouble being pressured by the other Clans as well, remember!? 

Reiji: ...Well, I suppose we have no other choice but to rely on our last resort.

Ayato: Our last resort? What is that? 

Reiji: We shall let the world know that we will execute Ruki.

Those four brothers are connected by a peculiar bond. 

While they may be hiding themselves now because Ruki told them so...

If they catch word of their brother being executed, it should lure them out naturally, no? 

Ayato: ...Gotcha.

Reiji: Well, our families do have somewhat of a past together. 

So I could always think of a different way if this idea doesn’t appeal to you...

Kanato: I love the sound of that. Off with his head!

I wouldn’t want the other Clans to talk badly about me for letting those guys run free. 

I do not want to be the victim of this ridiculous farce any longer. 

Reiji: ...I see.

I suppose this is the right decision to make, considering the future of the Vampire Clan. 

Well then, I shall get everything ready at once. To ensure that the word gets spread in both the Demon and the human world...

Monologue

A few days have passed,

since we started living at Rotigenberg.

Yuuri-san delivered the news to us,

that Ruki-kun had been captured by the Sakamaki Family,

and would be executed. 

ー The scene shifts to the open fields at Rotigenberg

Kino: ...I didn’t think that guy would go and offer his own head. What is he thinking? 

Yui: ...Ugh...

( So Ruki-kun went to the Sakamaki Castle after our last conversation. )

( If I had managed to stop him, he would... )

Azusa: It’s my fault that this happened to Ruki, isn’t it...?

Yui: It’s not. It’s not your fault, Azusa-kun.

Azusa: But...

Yui: Hey, you guys...Don’t you think we should go and save Ruki-kun after all?

Yuma: But Ruki let himself get captured, knowin’ damn well that this was the fate which awaited him, no?

Then isn’t it what he wanted?

Kou: Yeah...You’re right.

Selection

→ Perhaps they are right

Yui: ...

( They might be right. )

( Ruki-kun is prepared to give up his own life to save his three brothers. )

...But I still think this is wrong...

You aren’t actually happy to know that your own lives will be saved by Ruki-kun being executed, right...?

→ Are you sure...? (❦)

Yui: Are you sure...?

I know it could possibly save you guys but...Ruki-kun will die at this rate. 

Kou: ...

Yuma: ...

Yui: ( I know that Kou-kun and Yuma-kun aren’t saying how they really feel. )

( They just have a hard time being honest with themselves. )

( Ruki-kun as well...Perhaps none of this would have happened if he had been more willing to talk to his brothers. )

Azusa: ...Let’s go rescue him, all together.

Yui: Azusa-kun...

Azusa: If Ruki were to die...What point is there in our lives still...? 

The four of us are a family...and Ruki-kun is our beloved big brother...

Kou: ...Sorry. I was being a little stubborn. 

Yuma: ...Me too. We’re lost without Ruki, aren’t we?

Azusa: Yeah...He’s the one person I don’t want to see suffer...

Let’s go save him together.

*Rustle* 

Kino: ーー And stop right there.

Azusa: Oh...

Yui: K-Kino-kun...?

Kino: My bad for stopping you while you’re having a family moment, but I won’t let you do that.

Hey, Azusa, do you realize? You’re the Church’ loyal dog now.

Azusa: ...

Monologue

ーー The Church’ loyal dog (協会の犬). 

As he spoke those words,

Kino-kun’s gaze went towards the emblem (刻印),

engraved on Azusa-kun’s left arm. 

The people from the Church,

deeply loathe all Demons. 

As long as that emblem is on him,

he shall not be allowed to go save his brother. 

I believe that Kino-kun,

was trying to warn Azusa-kun of such. 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leazusaecstasy5

[shanksxbuggy]

What would be the perfect shuggy ending for you and what ending is the most possible for them? If shanks dies before they make up I will die (I know he will die)

For a perfect shuggy ending their individual character arcs would have to feel emotionally resolved. First and foremost I want to see what Uta is doing in the present day, and I want to see her reunite with Shanks and have them be father and daughter again. With Shanks’ depression over their separation and his promise that she’ll always be his daughter no matter what, I can’t imagine a happy ending for him without reconciliation between them.

I’d like Buggy to feel accomplished in his own genuine achievements and form true bonds with Crocodile and Mihawk (wishful thinking).

I suppose a perfect happy ending would be where I get to see Buggy meeting Uta too. Also, Buggy and Shanks vacationing in Wano and meeting up with Momo and Hiyori.

Shanks and Buggy will definitely meet again before one of them kicks it. But it might not be until the very last battle they actually meet again. I don’t think either of them are really looking to make up with each other, Buggy made his decision back at Loguetown and Shanks respected it all these years. Now they’re both going after the One Piece in their own separate ways. They are more likely to bump into each other as rivals after the same goal, and it might end up being a comedic moment like in Marineford.

I have my share of theories/analyses on Shanks and Buggy that I keep in the drafts because they sound too insane.

Shanks has the same role as Ace where he basically exists for Luffy’s character growth. If Ace was the ideal big brother, Shanks is the ideal adult role model for Luffy.

For now Luffy still has this ‘safety net’ of chasing Shanks who is waiting for him. But for Luffy to truly grow up into an adult, he has to learn the uncertainty of living without that safety net to look forward to. That’s why Shanks either has to die or go someplace Luffy can’t reach so they never meet again. It’s a very classic trope in coming-of-age stories where kids grow up when they finally stop clinging onto the adults they relied on and let them go.

I’ve gotten this idea in my head that if Shanks doesn’t die, he will go to the moon.

Look, I don’t know why, but the moon is surely important. And I feel like Shanks is connected to the moon somehow.

Actually years ago when I thought about an ending, I thought Shanks would stay on Laughtale for whatever reason. Because he always seemed like the final hurdle and gatekeeper of that island. Shanks would say goodbye to Luffy, only it’s him watching Luffy sail away just like Luffy watched Shanks sail away in the beginning. Maybe Buggy can stay on Laughtale too because why not, you know he can’t keep up the Cross Guild facade forever so he’s gotta find some other fate.

But truly I don’t have a most likely ending in mind for them because I think the One Piece treasure and the ending is going to be something most people don’t expect.

If anyone has their ideas for a shuggy ending feel free to share. I could use better ideas than my ‘Shanks goes to the moon’ idea.

#ask #anon #long post

[stellocchia]

dsmp AU where everything is the same, except that Double Life mechanics apply.

So everyone has a soulmate, of course. But also golden apples are a thing and they send soulmates out of sync. They can't break the bond, but if one consumes enough golden apples their lives might not be linked anymore. So basically one of the soulmates can die without the other one dying.

But there's no way to properly cut the bond.

So, my idea for who the soulmates would be is this:

Tommy and Wilbur are soulmates. Tommy lost them their first two lives. First by being the first down in the Final Control Room and then with the duel. Later, when Wilbur is planning his death, he steals all the golden apples Dream had left for Tommy in Pogtopia in an attempt to break their bond. Of course, you can't break the bond, but it sends them enough out of sync that when Phil stabs him Tommy's hurt, but he doesn't die.

Later during the Bedrock Bros arc Tommy also gets a golden apple addiction. He doesn't think it'll have any repercussions since his soulmate is dead, but, of course, Wilbur does eventually come back to life and they're so incredibly out of sync by then that it's a real struggle for them to find a way to fit together again.

Then there's Tubbo and Ranboo. By the time Ranboo found the right server his soulmate is in he was already down to one life. Which is why after the prison he died without necessarily losing any lives previously. ('Cause I still don't know how ho16 fits in the main narrative, so I'm ignoring it).

Tubbo up until now still thought he simply didn't have a soulmate because Ranboo is a rather careful individual. So he never felt it quite so strongly. But when Ranboo shows up with his 30+ totems he kinda gets why.

Still, Tubbo lived his whole life thinking he was alone and he kinda relied heavily on Tommy as his chosen soulmate so at the very beginning, he has a hard time bonding with Ranboo. Between the stress of everything going on with exile and then Doomsday it takes time. Time and a lot of late-night talks and not talking about their respective abandonment issues.

That said, as I mentioned, Ranboo had to be very very careful with a soulmate like Tubbo, which is why by the time he ends up dying Tubbo... doesn't. Because he ate plenty of golden apples just to keep the both of them alive.

And the last ones I've actually thought about are Dream and Sapnap. So, basically, they were really close early on. And Sapnap is nothing but loyal. He followed his soulmate into every single battle. And, at the start, Dream was the same. Just as loyal right back.

But, well, we all know that Dream kinda went off the deep end at one point. He started consuming enormous amounts of golden apples as a way of cutting his bond. And Sapnap suffered a whole lot because of it of course. Because, again, the bond is still there. He still got hurt when Dream was killed. He was on the brink of death himself. But on top of that he also got the confirmation that Dream voluntarily did that to them. And that probably hurts more.

And now Sapnap is out to kill Dream. And to do so he made a deal with God. He'll die too if he kills Dream because they're synced up again. And it'll be impossible for them to be knocked out of sync this time. But, hey, to keep the server safe it's worth it.

#dream smp #dream smp au #soulmates au #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #ranboo #dreamwastaken #sapnap #also they're all platonic #I mean #maybe not dream and sapnap at the start #but everyone else obviously

[snugglebeans3000]

BEY SPIRIT AND THEIR BLADER INTERACTIONS LETS GET TO IT

Of course I had to start with my favorite crackhead, Ryuga, so let’s get chatting. Out of everyone, even Gingka, Ryuga has the strongest and deepest connection with his bey spirit. The reason for this is because Ryuga and L-drago have practically gone through the same toils throughout their life. They both came into a new life, being manipulated into an evil position by greedy people who only wanted to use them for power, and in the process they ended up being taken over by their guardians' desires. At first they didn’t like each other, but during L-drago’s transformation in metal masters into Meteo L-drago, Ryuga was able to realize that both he and L-drago were in a way abused, and with that painful realization they bonded. Ever since then Ryuga has been completely reliant on L-drago for years, and it’s the same way with L-drago. Ryuga’s bond is especially important to him, as before he didn’t really have an outlet to communicate to others openly and always struggled with doing so. This ties into my personal HC that he’s autistic, but you could honestly take it with him being NT as well. The fact of the matter is that beyblade is practically the only thing that allows him to share how he's feeling with another person without using words, which is why he and L-drago get along so much in the first place. They don’t speak with words. They let their emotions do the talking, even when one of them is overwhelmed. A side note to this I feel like L-Drago would help Ryuga with bouts of overstimulation from his environment kind of like a service dog would, sticking his gigantic lizard head in between his arms so he doesn’t pull at his hair or hurt himself, stuff like that. Might have to draw it soon now that I have the idea.

Gingka and Pegasus’ relationship on the other hand is much more chill. I like to picture it as the sort of ‘he’s my coworker and he is absolutely amazing, he makes every moment better’ relationship, but I feel like it’s much more chaotic than that. Gingka loves verbally ranting about whatever battles he looks forward to, and it goes in sort of a two way streak where they both are fired up about a battle, with one fueling the other's joy. Though Pegasus started out as a more stoic spirit when he was with Ryo, Gingka has really made him open up and show his fun and happy side. Sometimes Pegasus just comes out randomly from his bey and just sort of walks alongside him. I feel like they might just break out into a racing contest every once and a while when this happens.

Despite his scary looking demeanor, Kyoya’s bey spirit is actually quite sensitive outside of fights. This hc is mostly based off of andro-Dino’s art depicting Leon being all snuggly to Kyoya, and honestly I couldn’t agree more with the interpretation. It took Leon a little while until he fully trusted Kyoya again after his fight with Gingka which almost led to him hurting himself and Leon, but near the end of metal fusion they reconciled and became friends again. Leon will rattle its bey in order to let Kyoya to let him out and let him stretch. Most of the time though, he just wants a good couple of pets. Leon’s almost ironic sweet nature is perfect for Kyoya, reminding him not only to take care of his bey spirit, but also himself. Kyoya will rant to him about literally ALL the tea. Leon could RUIN some lives if he wanted to.

Aries’ relationship with Hyoma would mostly be just making sure he doesn’t die. Whether it be going on a simple hike, or literally saving his ditzy ass from an avalanche, Aries is always there for him. Definitely probably is sort of a ‘mom’ friend, and is very very protective of Hyoma ever since the battle with Reiji. They have a deep bond that is mostly expressed through battling, and much like Ryuga, he and Aries don’t rely on words to express their affection to each other. Aries has been with Hyoma since he was little, and though he’s gotten older and stronger, a part of Aries worries about him a lot, seeing him still as the little boy that picked him up years ago. Aries definitely encourages Hyoma to be himself, allowing him to knock on his horns as a way of stimming. Honestly so much of their friendship would just be so wholesome.

Tsubasa’s friendship with Eagle is a little bit more modest than most. Earth eagle is a little more reserved than most of the spirits, his serious demeanor coinciding with Tsubasa’s. However, ever since they overcame the bout with the Dark power they were able to become a little closer and have become more relaxed within the presence of one another. Sometimes Tsubasa will summon Eagle out on a nice, cool night out in the woods and ask if he would like to join him in gazing at the stars. Eagle agrees almost 100 percent of the time. Eagle brings him fish and trinkets whenever he’s upset.

While Yu doesn’t have an actual embodiment of a bey beast, it is still very much there. Libra is more like a concentration of feelings, ever changing and not needing form. Libra reflects the strength and overall joy that Yu feels in battle, so they don’t NEED a form to express Yu’s power. However, I think somewhere down the line as Yu maybe matures a little and gets even stronger alongside his friends, I feel like his Bey spirit would take the form of a bat, specifically a Masked Flying Fox, though a vampire bat would be a pretty cool spirit too. Yu and his bey always have fun together. Honestly Libra’s only friend is Yu, so he is always super excited to hang with him. It doesn’t matter what they are doing, talking, battling, or even eating, Libra is all for it. Much like Yu, Libra is the sunshine child of the bey beast group.

Kenta and Saggitario’s relationship is very best friends chill buddies. I would call them homies but that implies that they make an infinite amount of chaos together which rarely happens. Saggitario is a little more gentle with Kenta though he isn’t as protective as Aries. It’s kind of like ‘the kid can handle himself most of the time, but no matter what happens I’m gonna support him and make sure both of us come out safe’. I think when Kenta joined up with Ryuga Saggitario was a little nervous and scared himself, but he was mostly confident in Kenta’s determination that he knew he could do it. Since then I feel like L-Dragon and Saggitario kind of have a good(???) relationship. Like I guess you could call them friends, but again, like Ryuga, L-drago is a little bit hard to get out of his shell so Saggitario mostly just keeps a comfortable distance while still being nice. Saggitario used to give Kenta rides back to his parents when he hurt himself training when he was REALLY REALLY tiny, and to thank him Kenta used to leave him fruit snacks to eat when he was away (I know that bey spirits can’t eat but just imagine it okay it would be so so cute)

#mfb #metal fight beyblade #beyblade #ah #ryuga kishatu #tsubasa otori #yu tendo #gingka hagane #kenta yumiya #kyoya tategami #headcanons #beyblade metal fusion #yes #honestly this doesn’t get talked about enough #it would be so so cute if we could see them interact more