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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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Young Gods

If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

Summary: When invaders come to Elain's shores, she's certain it means death.

Taken to a foreign land, Elain finds herself a princess of a people she barely understands and married to a man she's not sure she can trust. But Elain will need more than her wits if she wants to survive.

Elain had never managed to get clothes back on Lucien. For three days, he remained sprawled out on their bed, covered beneath blankets until he became too hot and kicked them off. She remained nearby, waiting for his fever to break and trying not to examine him too closely. Still, more than once she’d woken to him grumbling something in his sleep only to find his body tight and his cock rigid.

Elain wondered what he dreamt about to cause that.

By the third day, Elain could barely keep her eyes open. She wasn’t sick, just exhausted from the stress of proving the whole palace wrong—that Lucien would survive, and so would the rest of them. She crawled onto the bed early in the morning, intending to sleep just long enough to not be so dead on her feet, but not so long that he woke before her.

Sleep consumed her, and by the time Elain jerked awake, the sun was setting in the distance, and Lucien was sprawled on his stomach, head resting against his arm while he looked at her. When their eyes met, he smiled with obvious delight. Elain reached out to press the back of her knuckles against his forehead.

Cool, and a little sweaty, but the appropriate temperature. “You’re awake,” he said, still as naked as he’d been all week. Elain could see the muscles of his back bunch and shift as he crept closer. “I was dreaming about you.”

Embarrassment flooded through her at the memory of how often she’d come in to find him splayed out and erect, gripping the sheets and lost in a dream. Of her. Doing what, she wondered. Elain wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

“You should take a bath and let me strip the bed,” Elain told him, rolling off the edge before she did something foolish.

Like touching that expanse of bare skin.

“You could have left me,” Lucien said to her back. She heard him sitting, groaning softly from the effort. “No one would have blamed you. Not even my mother.”

Elain’s eyes burned at the thought. “Is that the sort of death you think you deserve? Alone in the street?”

“Well—no,” he admitted, coming closer. “I’m not complaining about what you did. I’m thankful you brought me back. I’m just surprised you chose to keep me around when letting me die would have solved all your problems. You could have lived here as princess…picked a new husband…someone you chose…”

His fingers skimmed the side of her arms. “I’ll take my chances, I suppose,” Elain managed, swallowing hard.

“I haven’t forgotten your promise,” Lucien pressed, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “If I must bathe, come with me.”

“I’ll be a distraction.”

“I like distractions.”

“You need rest—”

“I need you,” he disagreed, banding his arm around her stomach. “You could have left me to die.”

It was a question and she knew it. Lucien was too afraid to ask and Elain too cowardly to admit that she didn’t want to be here without him. Forced as their marriage had been, she considered Lucien an ally. He would keep her safe. Elain turned, forgetting he was naked.

Her eyes went straight down his body to the rising length between them. She swallowed, jerking her gaze back to his uncharacteristically solemn expression.

“Why didn’t you give me a ring?”

His brow furrowed. “For what?”

She held up her bare hand. “Men gave their wives rings—to show others they’re married.”

His lips formed an oh. “You can have a ring. Do…do I choose it? Or do you—how does that work?”

“You choose.”

A smile graced his features. “I’ll have you one in the morning. Anything else?”

Elain hesitated and Lucien caught it, raising his brows. Urging her to tell him what else was missing.

“We didn’t have a wedding,” she finally said, feeling embarrassed and childish. A smile split Lucien’s face.

“Are you asking me to marry you, my pretty wife?”

Elain opened her mouth to protest, but Lucien pressed his finger to her lips. “I accept,” he said cheerfully, sighing as if he were getting everything he could ever possibly want. “Now, are you going to take a bath with me?”

“No, Lucien, I am not going to bathe with you,” Elain replied, darting out of his grasp. It was impossible not to notice his erection, bobbing between them with interest. It would have been so easy to reach for it, to take it in her hand and see what all the fuss was about.

“Why? I’ve agreed to your terms, haven’t I? I’ve sworn to make an honest woman of you, a vow I technically made the moment I laid eyes on you. You may recall that moment as the time you attempted to stab me in the face.”

“Yes, Lucien, I remember our first meeting vividly,” Elain said, hands on her hips. “I also remember how you fell sideways off a horse and I had to get you back up, so you’ll forgive me if I want to see you bathe on your own.”

Lucien’s brow furrowed a moment. “Who has been taking care of you?” he finally asked.

Her cheeks burned under his gaze. “Why would I need that?”

Lucien nodded slowly. “I see. Get in bed—”

“Lucien!”

“Just get in bed,” he said, clearly exasperated. “If I was going to menace you with my cock, I would be putting you in myself. I promise not to touch you. Yet,” he amended, as if realizing he couldn’t keep that promise for long.

“I’m not sick,” Elain protested. Lucien bit his bottom lip.

“This is part of marriage, is it not?”

“I’ve never been married before.” She could think of nothing else to say. Elain’s heart pounded painfully in her chest.

“Neither have I,” he reminded her, nodding his head toward their bed.

“The sheet—”

“The sheets can wait,” he said patiently. “But I cannot. Get in bed. Go to sleep.”

Elain swallowed, blinking back tears she’d been holding in ever since he’d gotten sick. Elain hadn’t even realized she’d been drowning, that her emotions were so bottled. And all it took was her very naked, very aroused husband—a stranger, truly—to tell her to go to sleep to see that first tear slip down her cheek.

“Oh, Elain,” he whispered as she shook her head back and forth, one hand thrown out to keep him from coming any closer.

“I will,” she said, her voice thick. “If you get in the bath.”

“I’ll be back, you know,” he warned her. Elain shrugged her shoulders, quickly wiping that tear away.

“And I’ll be asleep.”

“You better be,” he warned, and with a toss of that thick, long hair over his toned shoulders, made his way to the bathroom. Elain watched him go, letting the flex of his ass settle some of the fear that had begun bubbling in her stomach.

He was okay, she reminded herself. He wasn’t going to die, and he wasn’t going to leave her here alone. It was strange how just a week before, Elain might have gotten on her knees and begged him to take her back home.

And now she’d get on her knees and beg him to let her stay.

Elain forced herself to take a breath, listening as water began to gush loudly from behind the bathroom door. Lucien groaned loud enough for her to hear, presumably lowering himself into the water for the first time in a week.

She still stripped the bed, working quickly so she could climb under clean blankets before Lucien finished. As it turned out, there was no danger he’d beat her—she heard him drain the water as sleep began to wash over her, only to refill the tub when he’d finished.

Elain fell into dreamless sleep without really meaning to. And when she woke, it was to the sensation of someone brushing their fingertips over her cheek, pushing away wild, tangled curls. Elain twisted, blinking against the first rosy rays of dawn.

Lucien looked radiant, the picture of good health with his hair half braided off his handsome face. He was dressed, too, though only in sleep pants.

“That’s the first time you’ve wanted to touch me,” he told her, a soft smile gracing his features. And true enough, Elain found her head propped against his bare chest, one arm flung over his stomach.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” she replied, wishing his face wasn’t as close as it was. Her heart picked up at the sight, at the smell of clean soap and whatever scent that was so wholly him. His hand was still on her face, gently caressing her skin as if he couldn’t help himself. Elain could have pulled back.

She didn’t want to. Not when he smiled at her and said, “Too late. I’m never going to sleep well without you, now.”

Elain tried to roll away, though she didn’t really want to, only for Lucien to drag her right back.

“Where are you doing?” he whispered, his breath fanning over her neck. “There’s still an hour before dawn.”

“I should check on Arina–”

“You should check on me,” he insisted, a hand spanning over her lower back. “Am I well enough for a horse, Elain?”

There was something distinctly flirty beneath his tone, but he was asking her to answer something she had no framework for. And so when Elain replied, “I can’t be sure,” and Lucien’s expression burned with heat, she knew she’d fallen right into his trap.

“Only one way to find out,” he whispered, lips brushing her own. A bolt of excitement shot through her, keeping her pressed against him. His hold was loose, easy enough to push away if she’d wanted to.

She didn’t. Ever since that night when he’d let her watch him touch himself, Elain hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him. Even when he’d been sick, lost to fever, she’d caught herself staring at his naked form.

Wondering what it would feel like to have that expanse of hard, naked flesh pressed against her own. She was about to find out, for better or worse, though Lucien, instead of pressing his lips to hers like she’d been hoping he would, reached behind him for something.

“In case you think I’m trying to take liberties,” he whispered, holding up a glimmering, gold band for her inspection. Elain allowed Lucien to slide it over her finger, just as she’d imagined.

Graysen might. Holding up her hand, Elain examined the sparkling orange gem, set in a sunburst setting and glowing like he’d somehow managed to capture a beam of light.

“Did I get it right?” he asked, his eyes bouncing over her expression.

He had no idea that even the highest-born women would have expected little more than a band made of iron. Even Arina, as a literal princess, wouldn’t have been given a ring this lovely.

“There are others,” Lucien began, interpreting her silence all wrong. “I can take you—”

She silenced him with a clumsy kiss. Lucien’s eyes went wide for only a moment, surprised she’d kissed him at all. And Elain, embarrassed, meant to pull back.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he whispered, threading a hand in her hair to pull her back. Where Elain was inexperienced, Lucien was practiced. His lips were soft, guiding her through the kiss without making her feel like she was doing things all wrong. Lucien responded the more enthusiastic Elain became, pulling her closer and closer until she was practically on top of him. When it became clear she wasn’t going anywhere, released his hold on the back of her head in favor of sliding his hands up and down her back.

She liked it. That was, perhaps, the most surprising part of kissing him. Elain liked the soft taste of him, like the way his stubbled skin scraped over her cheek, how his hands were gentle against her bare skin without being demanding.

Lucien flipped her to her back when her tongue darted out, sliding over the seam of his lips with brazen curiosity.

“Fuck, Elain,” he panted, using one of his powerful knees to part her legs so he might settle between them. “Are you real? Or did I imagine you?”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Lucien kissed her again and again, his tongue finding her own until Elain was dizzy and desperate. She didn’t know what she wanted, even as her mind began to chant more, give me more, more—

A knock on the door stopped Lucien just as he’d gripped her hip, pulling her hard into him so she could feel that rigid length.

He groaned softly, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. “Yes?” he called, his voice echoing through their interconnected chambers. There was a moment of hesitation, and then his mothers voice.

“Are you well?”

Lucien cleared his throat, pressed a kiss to Elain’s temple, and murmured, “We’re not done here. Not yet.”

Elain could only nod, gulping down air as he removed himself from her.

“Give me a moment!” he called to his mother, turning in a half circle in their bedroom, as if he’d forgotten where his clothes were.

“You stay put,” he ordered, running a hand through his hair. Elain’s eyes traveled down his toned chest to the bulge in his trousers and how strangely thrilling she found the whole thing. As if she hadn’t seen him fully naked multiple times by then. “I’ll have breakfast sent up.”

Elain straightened. “And then what?”

He smiled. “Leave it to me.”

ARINA:

Arina had slipped out of bed before dawn, dressing in coral pink before making her way to the library. After days of being sick—and one or two more of allowing Eris to fuss over her—she was ready to be anywhere but bed.

For the scowling son of Rhodes, Eris sure was fussy. Deep down, she knew he was afraid—and that was something she had no map for. He barely knew her, had abducted her and despite the attraction simmering, and his strange kindness, Arina kept waiting for him to prove her right. To show her he was no better than anyone else. Maybe even worse. After all, Eris’s actions had condemned more than just her, but a whole group of women married against their will to men they never would have chosen for themselves.

Liking Eris felt like a betrayal, besides.

So hiding in the library was a safe bet, knowing Eris would wake up wanting her, and, when he wasn’t able to find her, would lick his wounds up in his office until she couldn’t avoid him any longer. It was a toss up as to who would pick the first argument, only that by the time night rolled around, Eris would be storming off to sleep on a divan, and Arina could absolve herself of all the guilt she felt for letting him do what he’d done the other day.

For what she’d done in return.

What she still wanted to do.

Dawn broke bright and warm, and as the sun rose, bringing life to the library, Arina allowed herself to relax in her chair. Pulling her knees beneath her dress, Arina focused on the book instead of scanning the library which, in retrospect, was her first mistake.

Of course he’d wait her out. Lull her into a false sense of security. And when her husband did strike, it was lethal precision. One minute, Arina was just about to see if the rogue pirate would jump off the edge of the ship to save the princess he swore he hated, and the next Arina was upside down, hanging off Eris’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?!” she screeched as her book flopped to the floor.

“Retrieving my wayward wife,” Eris replied, his hand sliding down her spine to lightly slap her ass. “Aren’t we beyond this, my darling?”

“Beyond what?!”

“Your misplaced guilt,” he replied evenly, taking the steps carefully. “Imagine my disappointment when I woke up from a dream about the pretty woman I keep in my bed—and her appreciative hands—only to find no such good morning?”

“You managed just fine before me,” Arina hissed, digging her elbow into his spine. Eris didn’t falter, which was good given he would have dragged them both to the ground.

“Did I, Arina? Because despite how difficult you attempt to make things, I’m not so sure I prefer life before you.”

She sucked in a breath. “Take that back.”

He scoffed. “No, I don’t think I will. Admit that you like me, too. That you’re happy here.”

“I would never.”

“Are you so sure?” Eris asked, striding into the brightly lit hall like a man with purpose.

“If I could go back, I would,” she lied. It was the fight she’d wanted, though earlier in the day. Eris set her to her feet, pulling her by the wrist toward an open window far from the main hall. The freckles on his fair face were stark and Arina considered she’d taken things too far this time. Eris took a deep breath and Arina waited for his rage.

“Is that true?”

“Yes.”

He winced as if she’d physically struck him. There was nothing but silence between them and a churning in her gut that Arina had done something unforgivable to him. After he’d taken care of her, she ought to have been grateful, should have been far kinder. But Eris was right—she was still mired in her own guilt over Elain, over Vassa, and every other woman who’d been taken that shouldn’t have been.

“I see,” he finally said, smoothing his hand over his white and gold jacket. “We haven’t consummated our marriage, so I suppose—”

He hesitated, blinking into oblivion.

“Eris?” she whispered. Surely he wouldn’t actually send her back?

That moment of hesitation drew him back. “Do you want to leave?” he asked her again. Arina’s heart threatened to leave her body, was beating so fast she thought she might throw up.

“Why are you asking me this? You said…you swore…”

“Your uncle is coming,” he said instead, holding her gaze. Arina reached for the wall to keep herself from falling in a heap to the ground. Eris lunged, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer.

“He wants you back.”

“What…” Arina couldn’t get the words out.

“I intend to tell him to burn in hell,” Arina whispered into her hair, his whole body as tight as her own. “That he can take you over my dead body. But if you want to return–”

“No,” she whispered into his neck. “I’m sorry. Don’t…”

Eris exhaled, sliding a hand up her back. She could feel his relief and how it settled him.

“Why is he coming?”

“Lucien’s troops are at the border of his little stronghold,” Eris murmured. “It’s a negotiation for territory and power—and you. He doesn’t seem aware of what I’ve done, and assumes you are a prisoner.”

She looked up at him, holding that amber gaze.

Eris offered her an edged smile. “He’s going to find out. Your home is technically mine, through marriage. He is merely a vassal lord and I intend to put him on his knees and make him grovel.”

“Couldn’t Lucien just…kill him?” Arina asked.

“He could,” Eris agreed. “In fact, I think he’d like knowing you asked. “But if anyone is going to kill him, it will be you.”

“Eris,” she whispered, but he was shaking his head.

“When arrives, I want him to see you as you are,” Eris told her, lifting her chin so she couldn’t look away. I want him to see my wife decide if he lives or dies.”

“He will not be impressed by your theatrics, Eris,” Arina tried to tell him. How did she explain her uncle to him—that Eris was better off just killing him at the docks rather than let him speak at all. He had such a way about him, a charm that could be disarming. Arina had seen him in action and knew that if he got before Helion, he’d get far more than any of them ever intended to offer.

And Arina knew there could be no question about her loyalty. He’d worm his way past their defenses and Eris might accidentally let slip that she was difficult. That he’d gotten nowhere with her. She could hear her father saying the same—Arina was a hard child to love, too wild, too loud.

She could still hear her uncle's voice. Let me take her off your hands.

Maybe Eris wouldn’t agree at first. Maybe he’d say no, determined to make his marriage work. Like there were ten other ladies at court that wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to warm his bed. To have his ear, his attention, his time. All he had to do was hand her back, give up the little piece of territory he’d acquired but didn’t have any interest in.

After all, Elain had given his family the cure for Ironbark Flu. Arina imagined no matter what happened, Elain would agree to stay behind, to take care of these people, to make her marriage work. She was a princess, now–why would she ever want to go back to being what she’d been before?

“What are you thinking?” Eris interrupted her thoughts, cupping her face in his hands. “I’ve seen this look before.”

Arina opened her mouth to tell him he hadn’t seen anything, but all that came out was a gasping breath of air, and a choked, “I’m difficult.”

“So am I,” he agreed, swiping his thumb over her lips. “What’s your point?”

“Don’t let him come here,” she said, willing to beg. “Eris, I’ll do anything—”

“As much I would love to see just how far you’re willing to go,” he murmured, lowering his mouth for a kiss to her forehead. “I had no say in his invitation.”

“Please.”

“What are you afraid of?” he demanded, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me, Arina.”

“He’s just…” she was shaking. Arina could hear her teeth rattling in her head. She didn’t want Eris to see her like this. He could see her sick, could see her exhausted and worn down, but he couldn’t see her scared.

She pulled from his grasp, intending to take off, but Eris was far too fast. He caught her around the waist, spinning her back into his chest for a bruising, passionate kiss. She clung to him, hoping that this was the end of the conversation. That Eris would finish what he’d started when he’d come prowling, and that she’d just let him. He was ruthless in his pursuit, his teeth sharp and his tongue demanding. She almost forgot they were still in the hall, that anyone walking past could see the heir apparent kissing his wife senseless.

“Tell me,” he whispered, breaking the kiss to look at her.

“He has a way about him,” Arina replied before she thought better about it. “He’s convincing, he’ll—”

Eris kissed her again, pressing her against the ledge until he’d seated her upon it and was standing between her spread legs. She didn’t care, for a wild moment, who was watching or what they’d say. They were married, weren’t they? It was expected, in some form or fashion, that they’d want each other.

And gods, but she wanted him. She might have undone those golden buttons right there had he not, once again, pulled back.

“Trust me,” he murmured, kissing her again. Arina wanted to. She wanted to give this problem to him and forget it entirely. Arina believed, deep in her soul, that Eris thought himself entirely capable of handling her uncle.

And Arina had watched so many other men fold under his charm, his promises, his easy wit, and the way he could look at a person and know every insecurity that plagued them. Eris would go into that meeting with good intentions, and it was wholly possible he walked out resentful and tired of how much work she was.

Men were allowed to be difficult—women had never been allowed such a luxury.

“Will you come to bed tonight?” he asked her, pulling Arina from the new bent in her thoughts. “Will you allow me the pleasure of your company?”

“Of course,” she agreed, offering him a tentative smile. The placating gesture and the promise that she’d let him touch her later that night worked. Eris stepped back, adjusting himself quickly so no one would see the bulge straining between his thighs.

“Behave yourself,” he warned, perhaps guessing some of her thoughts.

“I thought you liked when I was difficult. Maybe if I put on the orange swim attire—”

“Do so at your own peril, wife,” Eris growled, eyes flashing. “I can see you in the pool from my office.”

“Creep,” Arina joked, hopping from the window ledge to press a kiss to his cheek. “I will try and bend over once for you.”

“Good girl,” Eris said, fingers under her chin so he could turn her for one last kiss. “Remind me to show you the beach.”

“Where anyone could see me naked?” she asked.

Eris offered her an easy smile. “A good point.” And with that, Eris went back to whatever tasks he’d planned for the day. It wasn’t lost on her that he’d allowed himself fifteen minutes, hardly enough time to do anything but bury his head up her skirts. A wave of affection stole through her, almost stopping her on her way to Elain’s bedroom.

Maybe she ought to just try and explain herself better. Tell him about her life before him.

But Eris was a royal man. Care for her, he might—and their type too often stuck together. No. She would have to arrange this outside of him.

On her way, Arina found Vassa clearly making her way toward the pool, if the cerulean silk robe wrapped around her body.

“With me,” Arina said, settling every so slightly when Vassa laced her fingers through Arina’s.

“Are you feeling better?” Vassa asked, blue eyes bright. There was a warmth to her golden skin that Arina didn’t think came from the sun.

“I am,” she said with a steady breath.

“Really? Because you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Arina had no rebuttal to that, and so she remained silent, squeezing Vassa’s hand for strength. They found Elain with her hair wet, sitting in a pale green dress at her vanity, carefully combing through her curls. There was a rather lovely ring perched on one finger—proof things were going well between her and Lucien.

Arina swallowed and Elain turned, beaming with the same warm, inner light Vassa was radiating.

“Is something wrong?” Elain asked, rising to her feet. Arina took one last look at the ring, pleased to know she’d been right. Elain would stay.

And so would she.

“My uncle is coming,” she told them, finally pulling herself from Vassa’s grasp. She let them see what Eris had seen, well aware it carried more weight. “He wants me back.”

“Eris said no,” Elain said, stating the words as though they were fact.

“Arina, you only have to have eyes to know how infatuated he is with you. I think he might love you.” She shook that off. There was no way Arina could focus on her next words if she let herself imagine Eris in love.

“It doesn’t matter,” she lied, because of course it did. “He’s coming. I know him. He’ll leave with everything he asks for, one way or the other.”

“What are you suggesting?” Elain asked. Elain, who’d taken a knife to a stronger opponent and slashed it over his face without fear. She’d understand.

“We don’t let him leave with anything,” Arina whispered, eyes bouncing between the grim expression on Vassa’s face and the dawning realization on Elain’s.

“Arina—”

“We have to kill him.”

#elucien #elain x lucien #planning to finish this and jedi elucien in the next two weeks #and then we'll vote on which fic i work on mindlessly until its complete #until theyre all done #anyway this is elain arina and vassa in their gaslight gatekeep girlboss era

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bluest-planet · 8 months

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tfw you come back from the dead not knowing doing so would release one of 2 (TWO!) Ancient Co-Creators of the Keyblades from their imprisonment in ur keyblade, who's apparently been looking out for you this entire time n sees ya as a cute lil bby brother (which u r not, ur evil darkness >:(!) w issues that reminds em of their own past (bc they're also a darker half of a whole, but like. Cool w it.) So now ur both on the run (he's calling it a family road trip, u say it's a kidnapping) trying to find the other light half of her Ultimate Bestie Queerplatonic Heart's Promises tm, who's been missing for eons n neither of u have any idea where to even start but it's ok bc now you have a responsible adult figure (annoying older sister and brother, 2 for 1 deal) who loves you unconditionally but you've got no idea how to comprehend someone actually caring about and understanding you, Darkness n all so-

You'll go on the road trip, but you're gonna complain about it the entire time (and secretly enjoy the nice hugs and gentle mentoring on how to actually use your powers.) (And maybe cause n spread some darkness here n there, in the name of 'We do what we want'.)

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh bbs #birth by sleep #kh oc #kh vanitas #Yoruhua #kh fanart #planet paintings #they came from outer space!#listen #this was done super fast but man i love em so much #me at my favorite characters: EVERYONE IS TRAUMATIZED LOSER! LETS GO GET YOU SOME BIG SISTERS!!! and or a mom lol #Yoruhua saw vanitas from inside void gear and was like: man i cant not care about him hes just like me fr!!! new brother :)#and then vanitas after kh3 was like: who are u and Yoru gaslight gatekeep girlboss: im ur sister all along!#now theyre off to find Orichalchemi whos gonna be so happy to see their bff AND a new brother #meanwhile eveyone else has no idea my boy is alive until theyre like: what do u have there?#and Vanitas next to Yoruhua. one of the og Darknesses: a smoothie

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albatris · 2 years

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what is UP friends!! on today's rental car writing agenda is a Scene that is very fun and stupid

quinn and alex getting puppet-controlled by Evil to turn against each other while completely aware and conscious...... tense and angsty and weirdly homoerotic bc it's from quinn's pov...... zeke being violent and badass and melting some guys alive with a torch.... the surprise zeke appearance that ideally makes readers go "fuuuuck yeaaaaah!!!".......... nat making an ethel's head gruesomely explode from the inside out while doing finger guns......... (uncharacteristically cool nat moment)

(at this point yvonne is currently on vacation from the plot lmao. book two yvonne takes a brief self-care break from Violent Shenanigans while she figures out her boundaries and whether she wants to be involved in Violent Shenanigans or nah)

(she does)

anyway. yeehaw

#idk we get some fun freaky ethel stuff in book 2 lol #we also get uh...... quinn Discovering Things about themself.......#ethels r like #haha what if we took control of their bodies and made alex kill quinn while both their minds are still completely aware :)#like VERY real threat of immediate death for vulnerable human quinn here but also of course in reality its just like #quinn: *helpless and restrained in place while their also-being-puppeted ridiculously attractive best friend #very sensually brushes its fangs over their neck and toys with them and is about to kill them*#quinn: 😳😳😳#tbf alex and quinn can also 100% talk to each other in this scenario so theyre kind of both being piloted and controlled n are just like #''hey do you have a fucking plan to get us out of this''#''why the fuck would i have a plan YOU assured me you had a plan''#''my plan was to not get into this situation''#''where the fuck is nat i hate this''#a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #book two: fuck the ethels all my homies hate the ethels and their gaslight gatekeep girlboss house

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itsays · 1 year

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twitter users always try to give a moral reasoning as to why they're so nasty when in reality there is none. example. the other day armys created revenge porn of some random blink who i guess said blackpink is better than bts or whatever. when she showed up crying saying she'd report it to the authorities they all laughed at her. people go like "hey that's fucked up, over kpop?" and of course here comes the catchphrase "no, over bts". anyways. next thing you know, we're the bad ones for defending her bc hey kpoppies are now defending a racist, fatphobic girl just because of their hate boner for bts. because im sure you created revenge porn of a girl because you're such a good person who hates racists and fatphobes and not because she was mean to bts. not to mention revenge porn can be totally justified in some instances actually.

#dndnndkd this is all over the place #and for the record this is just an example of MANY and actually this is an extreme example but they do this for everything #'its ok we're harassing this person bc theyre actually homophobic' and it's like....#you dont CARE anyways you did it bc they said your kpop boy sucks like... GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS?#smaller example. this girl posts on her circles she only likes keita and doesnt like his group. she's getting EXPOSED #but guys it's ok she's actually homophobic i swear #and that's totally why we're exposing her. not because she said this groups sucks prommy

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 6 months

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the abandonment issues au,,

where Sun and Moon gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss their way into ur heart

and then turn into sad wet baby kittens when u find out and call them out on it <3

(copy and pasted from the space aces discord, sorry fellas lmao)

abandonment issues au:

ok what if. fucked up au time

where. reader is the new daycare assistant or a mechanic or smthn idk theyre working withh Sun and Moon thats the important part

i think it works better if theyre like, Sun n Moon's handler? Bc they r closer that way and it makes it more fucked up lmaooooo

so basically. this takes place right after Sun n Moon had their best friend-handler person leave bc Sun n Moon had been acting increasingly volatile n buggy n rlly just having issues but the more the previous handler tried to talk to them abt it and fix it the more they got anxious abt getting decommissioned and would cover up the problems n act like nothing was wrong

and eventually one day the previous handler nearly got rlly hurt and knew they had to leave bc it wasn't safe for them and they left a detailed warning/report for the mechanics

(and they didnt say goodbye, not out of malice or anything just bc they didnt want even more reasons for Sun n Moon to act up/potentially hurt them or themselves)

so. the mechanics did a total clean up of Sun n Moon's system, basically left their memories but scrubbed their data of a lot of the 'feelings' they'd had- mostly wiping away the feelings tied to 'good' memories, and the only thing Sun n Moon could do to fill in the void of 'feelings' was assign different feelings in their place, so when they once looked back and felt happy or nostalgic, now they feel confused and angry and sad and betrayed bc why was all of that happiness taken from them?? why did their handler hurt them like this??

so the scrubbing of their systems, which was one thing they really really didn't want to have done for fear of losing their memories entirely, DID work in putting their issues on a much lower level,, but it didn't get rid of the issues entirely. Now they're just,, easier to hide or play off or ignore. They're careful around the kids, of course, but they do at times have trouble with their motor controls or their speech will glitch slightly, etc

a few handlers come and go, never staying for more than a week or so- none of them really care about the job, don't see Sun n Moon as coworkers but more like fancy 'machines' with no real thoughts or emotions, they normally leave after Sun or Moon has a glitchy moment and nearly hurts them or, in at least one case, does hurt them by squeezing their wrist too hard. more often than not, the ppl applying for the position read the list of warnings n cautions and are like 'hell nahh' and bail immediately

then. in comes,, reader. local dumbass. most endearing of idiots. a bit dense. very much clueless. dearly beloved

you're the first one to really treat them like your coworkers, making small talk and being friendly and kind and patient and laughing at their jokes. you smile when you introduce yourself, offering your hand for them to shake- not afraid of them or their little twitches at all. god, how they missed that. you remind them of their previous handler, if only in how you see them like theyre people and not machines.

and they make a mutual agreement to do whatever they can to keep you as their handler. even if it means dodging around company rules and policies by doing something like crumpling up the confidential 'warning' forms, ortelling the occasional white lie, like forging your signature onto the papers when your back is turned and making sure it makes it to your manager without either of you noticing who exactly was putting it on their desk.

you've already started calling them your friends the first time they have a glitchy moment. you're doing detailing work on their endoskeleton, really just cleaning dust away and making sure everything looks the way it does in the manual, when they break something- a tablet, a pen, your phone, whatever it is, it happens in an instant and startles you.

when Sun n Moon come to and realize whats happened theyre terrified. what if you use this as some kind of excuse to leave? What if you abandon them, just like their previous handler did? What if you start treating them differently, or you tell the staff that they need to be scrapped

so when you ask what that was about, they're frantic, quick to come up with something, anything that might make you shrug and forget all about it,

"Well, you WERE just working on their insides, right? That must have been something YOU did to suddenly make us do something like THAT! There's no way else it could have happened. Right?"

You take the lie hook, line, and sinker, apologizing profusely, promising to try harder to make sure nothing like that happens again. The relief they feel is almost euphoric. They pat you on the head kindly, reassuring you that they know you didn't do it on purpose, it was just a little mess up! You're fine, friend, we forgive you.

From then on, they dodge blame and truth alike, most often redirecting your attention to something you must have said or done to make something so strange and out of character for them happen so suddenly, and you believe them, full of apologies and careful words and actions and nervous worrying about doing things wrong and hurting them somehow. It's cute, how anxious you can get. It's cuter, how you melt for their comfort and reassurance.

They play the song and dance with you again and again, weaving doubt and guilt into you more and more frequently. Until one day, you mumble something about how 'maybe i'm not cut out for this, maybe i should switch to be on the janitorial team instead, or some other department, i don't want to hurt you guys, or-or be the reason someone else gets hurt, i clearly dont know what im doing, and it's only gotten worse, maybe i should talk to my manager,,' and they panic

don't be silly, friend!!!! you can't just leave like that, what about the kids, what about that puppet show you had helped them plan, did you really want to just abandon all that?? so what if maybe they had the occasional hiccup, you were always there to smooth it over, who cared whether they dropped things from time to time, or- or broke a toy or two, that didn't matter, did it??? You were getting so good at being their handler, your little mistakes were normal, come on, you don't want to leave your very best friends. Do you?

and you cave, agreeing to stay, and they are so, so extremely careful to hide their little moments from you for several weeks, making sure you don't notice their tiny twitches or split seconds of glitchy voices, maybe keeping a closer eye on you than would be comfortable, watching over your shoulder each time you type up a report about the day, giving the manager a loathsome glower behind your back whenever they happen by,, and every time you leave you say 'i'll see you guys tomorrow!,' they grab onto your sleeve and respond with 'promise?' so you always know that they really, really do want you to come back

and then. one day,, you decide to go looking in their files for something small and silly, like what kinds of updates had been added to their pick-up protocols, and you find the warnings and cautions forms

and you see your signature on them, but you would definitely remember this and you are absolutely certain you have never seen these papers in your life. and you take the papers and you go to ask them about it.

"i thought you said you never had any problems before? you told me you never had any issues before but this- this is full of things that you- and you, you've been having these problems for that long??"

they stumble over their words, frantic, panicked, backpedaling on everything theyve ever said, trying meekly to grab the papers from your hands, piling excuses on excuses

"you knew? you knew you were having these problems, and you didn't tell me? and you- you told me it was my fault!"

you're close to tears, hurt that they lied more than anything. you keep backing away from them, dodging their attempts to get the forms. they don't know which is worse- seeing that look on your face, or when they were left without so much as a goodbye.

"you could have told me. i thought i was the reason for everything, i thought i was hurting you, and you just... you lied right to my face and let me think that."

theyre putting on their best soothing voice, movements slow and gentle, wanting to comfort you and wipe those tears away and reassure you somehow that this- this isn't their fault, none of it is, it never was, they're fine and you're fine and nothing was ever wrong, and everything will be fine if only you calm down and stay

you can tell they arent really listening. you take a deep breath and turn away from them, scraping the tears from your face. you tell them you're going to go home and write up a report about all of this and when you come back you can go over it together before you send it to management, but right now you're leaving because you need space to breathe and time to think

but all they hear is that you're leaving, and they panic.

they don't hurt you, of course! but right now you're not allowed to leave.

you try to shut out the sound of them crying and apologizing and begging, even if it breaks your heart, because right now all you want to do is go home and lie in your stupid bed and have a stupid cry in your favorite pajamas. but you try every door you can think of- none of them open. you've sstayed past closing more than once, but the doors aren't normally shuttered for another two hours,, and you're pretty sure the night guard isn't even here yet

the entire time you're walking around the 'plex, Moon is trailing sadly behind you, waiting with the saddest, most pathetic wet cat look an animatronic can achieve, for you to turn and face them again

and thus begins what is probably the longest night of your life, spent trying to avoid your animatronic friends/coworkers who are acting like the worlds clingiest ex who just got broken up with and who can't stop dropping sad love songs in ur dms

by the time morning rolls around, they agree to actually go to parts n services and cooperate and try their best to get whatever is wrong with them repaired, even if it means they might get decomissioned. in the mean time, you promise to come back once they're fixed and work with them to help them get back to their old selves- or at least, back to how they were before any potentially dangerous bugs

basically this is the 'sun and moon have abandonment issues and gaslight you abt it' au

idk what else would happen tbh idk why i thought this au needed to exist either but here we are *lays facedown in a puddle*

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queen-of-scissors · 1 year

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I saw your "god of the multiverse" thing where reader tells them abt the other games theyve played and i just-- JFJSJFJEBOFJSNFEOFN I AM JUMPING SO HARD ON THIS HYPE TRAIN--

I only have two words for you.

Among. Us.

You're welcome.

BUT LIKE FR FR THO-- HOW WOULD THEY REACT?? Since the entire thing is literally cooperate or die for crewmate, or Eat Hot Chip And Lie / Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss for imp

And like, imagine them being named Dolos or Apate as a new epithet if they enjoy lying as crewmate to stir the pot or just regular lying as imp (dolos was the spirit of trickery, apate was the personification of deceit-- you can make either kaeya, albedo, ruebedo or dain give the title since theyre all from khanriah)

Or like-- they could also be rlly uncomfy with being imp and just being a model crewmate and they could be given the epithet Eleos or Anteros because of it

Just-- THSKFJSKDJWJ soooo many possibilities for reader/creator

And like-- oh my gOD IMAGINE THEM TRYING TO MAKE THE ACOLYTES PLAY IT AHAHAHA

The murder?? Theres gonna be a LOT

Sorry if there was a lot, i just rlly enjoy what you've written so far!! Have a nice day :))

GOOD SHİT GOOD SHİT THATS SUM GOOD SHİT RİGHT THERE!!!!

First, explaing the game.

Everyones reactions will be diffrent about it, no matter how you explain it;

The scared ones

Noelle, Diluc (brother flashbacks),Barbara, Bennett, Razor (lupical PROTEC lupical!! NO KİLL), sucrose, Jean, Yelan (you... Kill your friends??)

The impressed ones

Kaeya, Childe, Venti, Hu Tao, Yanfei (sees it as a usefull skill), zhongli (MF is impressed by anything u do smh), Lisa, Ei, Yae miko

The confused ones (what why would you?)

Ganyu, Xiao, Diluc, İtto (doesn't even understand the rules), kuki shinobu, Kazuha

"İ WANNA TRY!!! oh wait does this count as blasphemy-"

Childe, Venti, Albedo, KLEE (actually thinks it like a game), Yelan (ok since you said its not actually killing them i wanna try), İTTO, Nahida (knows its a game), Heizou

Now if we were the imposter you are right. İt doesnt matter if you are bad at it, they are going to call you as some god that has been assosiated with trickery.

İ wrote a story about it. But didn't make the reader as imposter because no one wouldn't dare to say you are an imposter. Even as a joke

ESPECİALLY if it was a traitor!AU. Tough im not sure that they would even play if that were the case

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İ made the story of how you got the title a bit long, i hope you like it :)

More under the cut!

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"Have you guys ever played 'vampire'?"

Your voice echoed in the throne room, they looked confused, they weren't expecting your answer to be another question.

You were bored out of your mind. Watching people come and go in the room just for them to ask for your guidance about daily stuff was a pain, both phsicaly and emotionaly. So you opened your phone to get a bit of a downtime while no one was there to ask for your divine wisdom.

"Forgive my rudeness, Your highness. But... What does that have to do with it?" Said Albedo, who got there for your divine wisdom.

"You asked what i was doing in my device, so in order for me to answer, you must for answer my question."

"Vampires..." He mumbled "aren't those imaginary, humanoid monsters that drink blood to survive?"

"Ah, ok. i see that you never played."

"Play what exactly?"

"So its a game about a group of villagers trying to find a vampire/werewolf among them.

You choose one host, and that person controlls the whole game, The other players all close their eyes and the host walks among them, and picks a vampire.

Each night, the vampire chosses someone to kill and that person is eleminated, and each day, the other players try to find the vampire and kill them.

İf they choose the wrong person that person is also eliminated."

Acolytes look at eachother, that sounds so fun?!(deffinetly not the kill eachother without killing eachother one is the reason not at aaaallll)

"Ohh, İ see," Kaeya said, impressed "so this game also tests you ability to not get caught and lie, as well as finding lies. This is interesting!"

"...turnes out, you might have a chance after all, since the creator favors imposters and all." Diluc half whispered to him.

Lets pretend we didn't hear him for his sake.

"Yeah so on my phone im playing it but this version is harder."

"OHHH i wanna try!" Klee said exitedly!

Jean stoped her "Klee, the creators device is a holy one, so we cant just ask them to give it to us for our desires."

"Actually i dont mind! Does anyone else wanna play?"

The smartest yandere ones were having a light yagami moment ("if i agree to play they might think im a murderer and discard me but if i don't play they will think im avoiding these types of games because im a murderer myself and i would get discarded again. Oh i know, i will wait someone to take the bait and say 'of everyone is playing then i will too' then no one will suspect me hahahahHAHAHA İTS ALL ACORDİNG TO PLAN-)

"İm... Sorry your Grace but... İ think i will just watch." The depressed Yaksha said, he hates to dissapoint you but he doesnt want to kill people that he concidered friends, even if its fake.

Zhongli looked at you and his gaze softened.

"İ shall join if Your highness would join as well."

"But of course!!" There is no way you're going to miss THİS OPPORTUNİTY.

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The game.

This isn't the game where you taught them how to play. (Which... Took like.... 3 whole days. İm not writing that)

Yae and Venti (a dangerous duo smh) asked for your permision to make the event prised. You agreed, this might make things more fun! They didn't told you what it was though.

PLAYERS: ChildE, Bombombaku (Klee), windbornbard (Venti), foxlady (Yae miko), Rockhead (zhongli(venti messed it up)), (your choise of player name), COOLGUY (itto), Al Haitham, Ei, Dreamy (Nahida)

İt started as you being a crewmate. The god team were immediatly on your side, attempting to keep an eye on you. But as soon as you shot them an angry glare from across the room, they left you alone.

you were a bit worried that the imposter was going to get too scared and not kill you for the whole game just because you are the creator, and having the gods in Real life be at your Side even in the game might scare them even more.

You watched as rockhead leave the caffeteria, Ei going to the opposite direction from him. But windbornbard did not move at all. Not even an inch.

You made your character walk up to him, wondering if he is having connection problems, just as you tried to get him to move, he killed you and ran away.

..... That smart mother fu-

Honestly, you weren't mad at all, (just a bit if you game rage alot like me) because this could help to ease tention in the first few rounds.

You followed windbornbard a little, wondering if he is going to get another kill. You both passed the boiler room and through security camera room. Seeing other players and fake tasking.

DEAD BODY FOUND

Your toughts were cut short as they discovered COOLGUY's body.

Windbornbard gasped "the creator is dead?!"

Your throne room was filled with whispers, and angry mumbling, completely forgetting that COOLGUY is also dead (poor itto).

"Who would dare such a thing?! İ tought the gods were going to be at their Side the whole game!" ChildE said panicing, as if you actually got killed.

Al haitham picked on quickly, "if there was an agreement on protecting them. That can only mean that one of the archons is the traitor."

"Maybe, both of the imposters are gods?" Foxlady spoke in her teasing voice, profably to see Ei's reaction. "After all, theres only one way that they can get away with this, trap them and leave no witnesses behind."

"What you are saying is unlikely," Dreamy objected. "if that were the case, one of the archons would be dead as well, as all of us promised to protect them, one of us would have to witness the murder and the second imposter would kill the other god."

"Uhhhh... Guys?? İm also dead??? HELLO???"

Rockhead cutted in. "Sadly, we cant make any assumptions on who killed our creator, since we all parted ways to do our tasks by ourselves when..." He trailed off in the end, Coughing to hide his emberrasment, he didnt want to admit that he got scared.

"Then im voting to skip the vote." Windbornbard said. Someone find this man, you can't deal with his smug face if he wins!!

And thus, everyone skiped the meeting an no one got voted out.

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Next round you decided to do your tasks. That might help the crew a bit. While you go through the corridors you noticed Al haitham and windbornbard is going to somewhere together, and its not the first time you caught them walking Side by side. You're not sure if Al haitham got suspicious of venti or he is an imposter as well. Either way its an interesting duo. Maybe you should check the cameras.

You went to security room and looked through.

Blockhead was standing in the corridor, watchin Ei from a distance.

ChildE was avoiding everyone, immideatly leaving if the room has a player inside, he is taking it so seriously, he is profably not an imposter, you thought.

Klee was getting in and out of the rooms, Following random people and waiting just besides the door. İt suspicious but it could be that she is just exited to play.

You closed the security camera window, and looked across the real world room instead.

İtto placed the phone you gave him to his side and crossed his arms, pouting because he was the first one to die. Trying to look at other peoples phones from where he stood, to find the other imposter.

You could see the sweats forming at zhongli's forehead. He was SUPER concentrated. Why was he, amongst all of the other acolytes, being so serious about it anyway?

You looked at the traitor, who realised you were looking at him and smiled at you. You smiled back, at least one of them is having fun!

Suddenly his smile grew bigger and went back to his phone. Uh-oh he has an idea doesnt he.

EMERGENCY MEETİNG

"AL HAİTAM STOP FOLLOWİNG ME" he partly screamed.

"You misunderstand me, i was just following to make sure you are not a traitor."

"Oh realy?! Then explain why while we were in the room to the east, the doors were locked and you started to chase me?"

"...that did not happen."

Foxlady cutted in "now that you mention it, i do remember that one of the rooms that had my tasks was blocked by a door."

"İM VOTİNG AL HAİTHAM" windbornbard said. İts all going acording to plan hehehehehe. Some other started to back him up as well.

"Wait."

Everyone in the room turned to Blockhead.

"İ understand that all the evidence seems to be targeting hım. But i know my bard friend here for quite long, i can tell when he is being serious." He looked at windbornbard, "could it be that you are trying to blame Al Haitham for your crimes against our creator?"

"You seem to have quite the imagination old friend" he said calmly, imitiating him "it is as you say, we've known eachother for a few thousand years after all. So i too, can read your emotions."

Venti once again turned to you "your highness said so themselves, it is just a game afterall, so theres no need for me to treat it as a war between rivals. Of course im not in my serious mood."

He turned back to him "now thats out of the way, i must ask, why did you gets so offensive and tried to protect Al Haitham? Kind of... What was the world? SUS? don't you think?"

You almost burst out laughing, it was so funny hearing it from him, he sounded like a grandpa who is learning internet lingo, despite his youmg voice.

"Are you suggesting that, i am the one who killed the creator?"

"Now i didn't say that, you could be the one that killed 'COOLGUY', since you have strick policies when it comes to the creator."

They glared at eachother while Ei voiced her opinion. "What bard sais sounds very belivable, while mr Zhongli also made a convincing point. İ suggest that we vote Al Haitham, and if he does turn out to be an imposter, we can figure out from there."

"Well, it seems i can't get myself out of this one even if i try. İt was a very fun game." Haitham sighed. He accepted defeat, just like that? This isn't like him.

"İ expected for you to fight a bit more over this, not gonna lie"

"İ was more interested in the gameplay, rather than the prize itself. So being able to see the working mechanics was enough for me."

"Ah i see, maybe i can teach you sometime?" You asked innocently, not caring of the angry glares that turned to him as soon as you said that.

"İ belive the academia would bother us as soon as we got out, so that wouldnt be productive." He crossed his arms, knowing that this knowladge could profably get him killed. "But i do appriciate the tought, thank you, your highness"

Everyone hold their breath as the result was written in the stars.

AL HAİTHAM WAS THE İMPOSTER

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Everyone, including the ghosts stayed in the positions they spawned in. What now? Do they do an emergency meeting again and vote zhongli off? But is this right to assume right away? Should they wait a bit longer for evidence?

Before the meeting cooldown ends, everyone finally made up their mind. They all went back to their tasks.

You almost finished all of them, but the bar was only half full. Acolytes are too busy trying to find the last imposter that everyone seem to forget doing tasks causes instant win.

This round was worse, the lights go out, random doors closing and opening, causing panic among people, but venti was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he is doing this because he paniced, He has to kill 6 players all by himself afterall.

EMERGENCY MEETİNG

Ei, Klee and Dreamy died

"hOLY shit- 3 people died?!" İtto screamed.

"This can only mean one thing.." childE said, he was the one that pressed the meeting button. "Mr. Zhongli, care to explain?"

Everyone in the room looked at both of them

"İm not sure what you mean, Childe, would you be as kind as to enlighten me?" He said calmly, but it was obvious that he was getting irritated.

"The whole round, the rooms were randomly opening and closing. İ can tell that was a trap to create confusion, windbornbard has experianced the same thing. Only the smart ones that are experianced with faking their identities can think of this trick."

Oh this was a personal attack-

"İ agree with your opinion, however, i suggest that you choose the next words carefully, afterall, there is only 3 players left. İf we happen to fail finding the imposter now. We might not win this game."

Foxlady stoped both of them, realising this conversation contains topics from Real life"now now, lets not fight, even though the prize is grand, it is just a game after all."

Yeah what is the prize anyway?

She added "But i must say, what you said is quite right, only the ones that has an experiance to fake their identities can in fact create confusion skillfully"

"See? She agrees with me-"

"Hey now, have some manners. Don't you know that it's rude to interrupt while a lady is speaking?" She teased. ChildE cursed himself for being overly exited while she continued;

"However, the reasoning for you to claim blockhead- ah i meant Mr Zhongli- is an imposter is not realy a strong one. Since everyone in this room have experianced acting as another person."

Venti jumped in "yeah, aren't YOU the one that uses a fake identity in the first place? Harbinger of shneznaya?"

"How curious," zhongli added "blaming people is exactly what the imposter would do. İf i hadn't known better, i would have said that you are the imposter that is trying to cover up."

Yae raised a Brow "hmm? Do you have something else to say?"

"Not that it matters of course, but i have noticed that my usually talkative friend seem to be rather silent." He eyed Venti "And we have accused hım for being an imposter before."

"İm just watching, as you guys make this whole game about yourselves. İ have been having fun with my tasks!"

"Oh realy?" Yae teased, "what was the last task that you have done?"

"İ... Uh... The wires?"

"Which ones?"

"İn the.... Upper part of the ship."

"İs there even wires on there?"

"Yes there is! İ meant the caffeteria!"

"You were having fun with matching colors? My aren't you childish~"

"İ uhh well- you asked me the last task i've done! Not my favorite one!"

"Why are you stuttering bard?" Zhongli pressed on.

"You never got questioned by the shrine Maiden?! She is scary" he whispered

"Of course not, unlike you, i am not someone that causes trouble."

"OH come on! Why are you all mean to me all of a sudden?!"

"Yeah im voting him." Said childE.

"İm only voting for you because you told me im scary and that hurt my feelings" she laughed.

"Well, Barbatos, any last words?"

"İ was sooo close, thats not fair ;;"

WİNDBORNBARD WAS THE İMPOSTER.

Crewmates win!!

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Childe stoped you from leaving. "Your highness, do you have a moment?"

"İ guess? What is it?"

"Since this competition doesnt realy have öne winner. How do we know who won?"

"Zhongli, Yae miko and you won, because all of you survived untill the end."

"....does that mean you will go on a date with all of us..?"

"Wait what-? A date??"

"Fox lady said that the winner is going to have a date with you."

"İ DİDN'T KNOW THAT????"

"THEY DİDNT TOLD YOU?!"

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The whole tevat was mourning their loss. The day you were killed by the hands of someone they knew you held dear, there were offerings to your shrine, silent appologies were made.

The weather was rainy, as the world cried with your followers.

This is the scene you were greated with as you walked towards the shrine that made for you, after giving the winner the... Prize...

"Uhh guys.. im not dead?"

"Sometimes we can still hear their voice..."

Your acolytes was eternaly happy for your short visit ("guys i didn't leave-"). You never died. Anyone could still feel your presence when they looked at the sky, to the infinity.

You are the

İnfinity.

The undying one...

"Oh your Grace welcome how have you been? :D"

"The game was fun and all, but do you guys have to make everything dramatic?"

"Speaking of the game, were you the one that found the imposter? But got killed because of it? "

"Man i wish. Maybe next time i won't die immediatly!"

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#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau brainrot #self aware genshin #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin isekai #genshin impact venti #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin cult au #genshin imagines #among us

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suffarustuffaru · 2 months

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Extremely insane question but A. how would healthy BDSM help Otto? and B. are there any other characters who would benefit immensely from healthy BDSM?????

OH ANON..... YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE UNLEASHED IVE BEEN HOLDING ONTO THESE UNHINGED HCS/IDEAS FOR A WHILE. IVE BEEN HOLDING BACK. NOW I WILL NO MORE. THANK YOU FOR ASKING. the following image is just like me fr!!

anyway to people who dont know wtf this post is referring to i um reblogged this post and put this in the tags in response:

me when i write/analyze otto rezero….. its true though. it helps think about a characters wants and needs and desires#i also think he could be fixed if he just engaged in healthy bdsm instead of his deranged borderline bdsm#i genuinely dont think he can have a romantic relationship if it didnt involve a bit of pain in it#hes just like that fr 👍

and ok i was half-joking but im also dead serious about this. let me explain before any of you go "are you going insane" bc the answer is yes. let me cook. i prommys im a genius.

A. How would healthy BDSM help Otto?

the thing with otto is that his sense of relationships is a bit skewed. and you may be going "okay but isnt that like almost everyone in the rezero cast" which is true, but otto's got his own flavor of interpersonal issues.

he spends 20 years of his life having zero human friends. half of that time he spent being constantly overwhelmed by his dp so he was already behind all his peers. so he had to play catch up with socialization only to realize the Hard Way (by embarrassing himself in social situations bc he had no clue what he was doing). apart from that, his main sources of socialization was his family (with merchant parents who TAUGHT HIM HOW TO BE CONNIVING AND MANIPULATIVE), various animals (and lets be real does the animal kingdom have squeaky clean morals either????? and also like ottos a human ofc his socialization is gonna be a bit incomplete from this anyway sLJDSLFJSD), and also being bullied and ostracized multiple times. naturally this means ottos gotten zero friends for many years and he decided to be independent to compensate.

so. to put it bluntly, otto has basically spent his entire life getting humiliated. hes literally the butt monkey for literally everything to the point where everyone in the story, including him, calls it him having "bad luck". he also doesnt like the idea of being pushed around by fate bc thats basically Been His Whole Life.

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he has two confirmed childhood crushes in canon and one of them is a white cat - which is embarrassing enough, but in little kid otto's defense the only socialization outside of his family he's getting is his family and his dp makes it so he talks to animals like theyre other people. the anime does show otto interacting with cats, but theres these two particular cats that stand out and iirc the most likely possibility is that the cat otto had a crush on was this white cat. and she looks suspiciously like emilia (white cat?? with purple eyes??) and then she runs off with a cat that looks suspiciously like subaru (dark colored cat with brown ish eyes iirc??? but it looked like subaru ok im not joking T^T). and then otto was rejected by this cat in front of his little brother. and dont forget the Other Mishaps ottos had throughout his life includes:

brief moment in ottos arc 4 named chapter where he gets slapped by a (human) girl he had a crush on. poor guy

accidentally summoning a whole bug swarm on his whole hometown bc his little brother begged him to use his dp to look cool (they did not look cool)

starting beef with a rich girl who has the hots for his older brother bc her seventh boyfriend unfairly beat him up, proceeds to get exiled at like 16 bc of assassins she sent after him

anyway yeah so. zero human friends + only animal friends + taught by his parents to gaslight gatekeep girlboss + relentlessly bullied by life + forced to be independent via exile and assassins = otto decides that he is allllll good alone for now traveling around being a merchant with his trusty ground dragon frufoo as his only company. people have only been trouble for him!! life has been trouble!! so he shrugs and goes welpppp time to focus on my career idc about anyone else and i dont really need friends rn <3 hes like ambivalent on it ykno? why should he care - he's superrrr independent and doesnt Need anyone!! besides who would care for me anyway lmao?

and looooong story short, ottos motto is that hes like simultaneously intense yet avoidant about any connections, no matter how fleeting it is, that he makes with other people. marones a good example - shes a girl he met bc they were nearly sold into slavery together by bandits, and ottos. you know. a gaslight gatekeep girlboss who looks out for himself and only people he cares about. except he Would feel bad leaving her behind so hes like .............yeah ok ill save her. and so he does!! then he pulls the asshole move of pretending to be a little more of an asshole than he actually is via giving her his own money but telling her that its "bounty money" (this is his own money) from the bandits that "ran off a cliff on accident lol" (ottos plan killed them and he doesnt really care about that). then otto proceeds to not tell marone his name then he goes to fuck off again.

BUT THEN OTTO MEETS SUBARU and the thing with otto is that when he falls hard, he falls Hard. hes got an addictive personality. hes a workaholic, an alcoholic, he gets obsessed with playing servitude for people he cares about, which is what happens with otto after he meets subaru and promptly feels bad enough about trying to kill subaru that he dies going back for him (the failed white whale loop). and then he sleeps next to subaru in sanctuary. follows subaru around all the time. writes about subaru in his diary. wrote a suicide note just in case he died for subaru. is perfectly fine sacrificing his safety for subaru within days of meeting subaru.

AND SUBARU ADDED TO THIS DYNAMIC by dragging otto in by including him all the time, caressing and hugging otto, calling otto his toy (yes this is an actual quote that happens in arc 4 wn), hiring otto without his consent, teasing otto allll the time, including calling otto gay for roswaal (yes this is an actual quote too), and ottos response to it?? hes FLUSTERED. AND THEN OTTO DOUBLES DOWN AND GOES YEAH OK I DO THINGS FOR SUBARU NOW. BC HES MY FRIEND. I JUST DO THINGS FOR HIM WITHOUT EVEN TELLING HIM. ILL WORK MYSELF SOOO HARD. ID BE SO HAPPY TO DIE FOR HIM EVEN. and proceeds to metaphorically bow his head in servitude to subaru and later emilia by working himself to the bone for them. like. like subaru is ottos BOSS okay if this was modern day, itd be like subaru is some upstart ceo that otto got forcibly hired by but then all otto did was blush and go "i-it's not like i like you or anything but we're FRIENDS NOW. youre my friend. BUT ID STILL LEAVE YOU THE MOMENT THIS COMPANY FAILS OKAY ITS NOTHING PERSONAL" and proceeds to like clean up corpses for this guy on the down low. and ottos so down bad that everyone around him is going "youre literally like subarus accessory" (this is also a real quote said by ram. not in those exact words but the "subaru's accessory" part is still highlighted in canon bc ottos just deranged like that).

so otto, the butt monkey of life, turns into being some guy's LITERAL BOYTOY in the span of less than four days and gets put in a role where he's said guy's employee whos playing a support position where he gets to pull strings from backstage????? you know what thats like??? you know what that sounds like?? its like ottos metaphorically subservient but dominant at the same time. hes ALWAYS in submissive roles but hes really TRYING to be in charge half the time. hes like trying to make himself look like slightly more of an asshole bc it feels like hes afraid to be found out - afraid to be known, bc then that means hes just showing his whole ass soul bc hes trying to be nice and what if he does that and people dont like him anymore like how it was when he was little and genuinely tried to be nice??? no can do. no no no, if he says "im onlyyy doing this bc i ALSO benefit from this, we got a deal going you know? im a businessman through and through" than that ISNT being too vulnerable. thats called being smart (otto is terrible at intimacy). so hes either gotta look like a bit of an asshole or hes gotta look innocent bc he has Plans and hes Clearly In Charge here (he says, being a control freak that cant control anything).

"suffaru tumblr can we move onto the bdsm, i think im starting the see the point" yes ok so why is ottos first reaction to seeing his new buddy pal subaru having a mental breakdown in the forest punching him and beating him up. why is ottos first reaction to go "take a deeeeep breath.... (yes thisll calm subaru down so i can punch him and slap him around a little bit after bc im SUPER MAD AT HIM FOR NOT VALUING HIMSELF". yeah bc ottos got this self righteous anger whenever subarus trying to get himself hurt so than otto gets Physical about it. it like explodes out of him, he has to like yell in subarus face to get all his points across.

and dont get me wrong, subarus stubborn af and probs needed a little yelling, but it sets a precedent okay. subaru (lightheartedly) punches otto back later as payback for this. they got like a push and pull in their relationship - subaru drags otto along, otto punches to switch their roles so he can drag subaru along too, etc etc. they enable each other with the sacrificial shit. but then arc 8 comes along and otto gets 1. mad that his friends arent doing the questionable shit he wants to do 2. he still proceeds to do what They want to do, bc its back to subservience again, 3. he gets mad at julius for butting into what he sees as HIS territory (subaru and emilia camp) basically. like he gets territorial like a dog ok. and then 4. otto gets SO mad about emijulisuba being Like That (read: Good People That Arent Bitter and Cynical and Amoral At Worse Like Him) that otto punches a wall thinking about julius. bc honestly i think hes mad like a territorial dog and hes mad julius not only ones up him in power, status, composure, goodness, etc etc but also julius EFFORTLESSLY fits in with emisuba while ottos ykno just the lackey. the lame little sidekick. the side hoe. the accessory no one needs right now.

anyway what otto really craves is control over his life. control over his friends so he can do what he wants for “their own good”. control over himself bc hes a Very conniving little guy except his emotions explode out of him at random points and it makes him reckless so then it makes him. Less Intelligent bc he doesnt have a hold of himself no matter how much he tries to. bc he overcompensates in all his interpersonal relationships by trying to play support!!! all the time!! but hes high strung and keyed up, what he really needs is to relax too and like. loosen his grip on the reins also bc hes holding onto that shit so hard hes gonna break his hands. theres a bit of violence in his closest relationships in the sense that he 1. has no problem stooping Low if its for the “best” (ie being a little mansplain manipulate malewife) and 2. will be maaaybe a little fake bc he wants to be close, he wants to declare himself as a friend bc thats what he IS, but he cant get any closer than that bc eewww why would i. thats too much. and 3. otto gets violent over subaru.

so ottos a real masochist with literally all of relationships bc it goes back to him being bullied as a kid, teased relentlessly by everyone around him, takes his jobs Way Too Seriously, then he goes off the deep end with it trying to do things for his friends only to end up debasing himself (see: getting his legs sliced open in arc 5 as a consequence of bringing that damn tome into the city) (see: all of arc 8).

anyway i think in actuality otto would rather die than admit he wants to be dominated by some guy (probably subaru) (lets be real he probably daydreams about subaru). bc otto feels the need to simultaneously grovel like a dog but also be in complete control of the leash. and also hes kinda craving attention via Being Needed. you gotta like try to spin that desire to be used like a squish toy into something healthier HAH. maybe if he just had an outlet to get the aggression out that Wasnt being a workaholic alcoholic obsessed with his friends, MAYBE he could be fixed a little. like ottos a bratty (nonsexual) (…….unless.) little guy, just ruthlessly call out his flaws, slap him around, praise him for the hard work he actually Does Do, etc etc he’d love that shit. he’d rather die than admit it but maybe after he gets some much needed dopamine he’ll be a little less of an asshole KANDND. and also he could probably be fixed a little if you gave him a boxing bag to punch in his free time too.

yeah so otto i think has a bit of a complex over being the weiiiiird power bottom so like. let him be half in control but then beat him up a bit. metaphorically or literally. consensually of course. maybe itll help a bit 👍 wrangle his control issues LMAO 😭😭 im a little too asexual for the sexual side of this convo but i am very sure ottos a freak in the streets and a freak in the sheets he just wouldnt ever admit it. the guy HAS to learn to be more vulnerable ok he was doing not too bad after arc 4 (he gets a “you tried!!” star) and then it alllll got worse from there. i am very sure he’d be into degradation given how much he keeps getting actually degraded so like. gotta spin that into something better than what hes doing now wkdndnd. otherwise he would probably get off from being an asshole.

but yes otto in all seriousness needs to learn to Let Go. but hes too used to The Worst so you gotta coax him out of there like hes a feral cat. you gotta like wean him off of violence / give a better outlet. get bdsmed otto 🫵🫵

B. Are there any other characters who would benefit immensely from healthy BDSM?

reinhard. 🙏 also maaaaybe emilia once she learns what sex is. in general she should do exploration if she wants to engage in sex, exploration of what she would enjoy if so, etc etc. she should get all the time in the world to figure it out on her own terms 👍 also she’d wanna make her partner feel good. i dont like the idea that she stays “innocent” and “pure” forever or whatever. she should get room to explore. girls curious and eager to learn new stuff, she mightt just want to do that.

reinhard bc hes used to being op af ok and he wants to be normal sooooooo bad. dominate this man RIGHT NOW he’d beg for it if it meant getting the fun experience of being normal for like five minutes. i think he’d want to know what being weak in that way feels like!!!!!!! he could be ordered without being ordered (derogatory) like how the kingdom orders him around!!! he wants to be normal!!!!! screw the dp of bedroom wiles!!! he’d be relieved being a little cringe bc WOAGH THIS MEANS IM HUMAN!! do you understand my vision. he can let go a bit (hes repressed).

also i think julius should be allowed to go feral.

and also arc 3 rem is horny af she’d probs super kinky sometimes. when she feels like it. nice healthy bdsm would be fun for her. its like her enrichment. her bread and butter. i feel like sloth if remsuba were definitely doing it. and also ig subaru benefits from being a little kinky bc its um. probs a healthier spin off of like the way almost all his relationships are based on getting maimed by AU versions of his now friends. oops.

anyway thats all the thoughts i had atm i might have more later👍 hope that answers ur questions anon :)

#rezero #re:zero #otto suwen #natsuki subaru #arc 5-8 spoilers #ask #in conclusion otto is subarus side piece and modern au ottosuba would just be ceo x employee

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micahzdort · 2 months

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Everyone's favorite sapphic ship is always tragic for some reason. Kiamei? Homumado? Everyone loves them. What do they have in common? THEYRE DOOMED. THE NARRATIVE DECIDED THAT THEY CAN'T GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS TOGETHER. And nanahachi wasn't even CANON BUT WE ALL GRIEVED.

#Kiamei #homumado #Nanahachi #Sapphic #Let the lesbians live laugh love #Pls

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lizzorasaurus · 8 months

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(Takes all existing drow lore from dnd/pf and rubs my gross little hands all over it, smudging it and making it completely illegible) (..my city now)

Anyways a neutral aligned drow society, while still a matriarchy, isnt just about gaslight gatekeep girlbossing.

Poisons are still like...part of their tool kits but theyre also skilled at producing antivenoms and medicines!

Evil drow do exist, but tend to be old money crusty old fucks from rich families with power, but no one single citizen of the drow cities are like...more or less likely to be evil than their surface cousins.

Mushrooms. So many cool glowing mushrooms. Spiders can also stay because i like spiders. I love spiders.

Also, transfem and gnc drow are seen as a blessing!

#dnd #pathfinder #my city now

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makethosenarratorsfight · 11 months

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UNRELIABLE NARRATORS; SIDE C

Percy Jackson Propaganda:

cause he'll talk about the most terrifying dangerous things like theyre a piece of cake and downplays everything while the other characters are like holy sh

he is biased to what he believes constantly he is not accurate with what he says and he doesnt know whats going on 75% of the time thus affecting his pov

Harrowhark Propaganda:

She gave herself a lobotomy and gives completely incorrect flashbacks to the previous book. Things that straight up did not happen. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

She’s schizophrenic (confirmed by the author) and also lives in a world with necromancy and ghostly revenants. She’s not just an unreliable narrator for readers, she’s an unreliable narrator of her own internal experience. She knows this and has to work with people around her to compensate for it. Descent into spoilerville below. Seriously Do Not Read if you want to read these books. There’s also the little matter about how she is *not actually the narrator* of a huge chunk of the story that we are initially led to believe is being told from her perspective.

(Spoilers) Holy shit she is THE most unreliable narrator. This gremlin gave herself a lobotomy so that she could forget about Gideon Nav, the most important person in her life (for magic soul-preserving reasons) so half of the second book in the series is spent gaslighting the reader about a book they just read. She comes up with an entire alternate version of the events of the first book in the series to carefully exclude any mentions of Gideon, and any time someone says ‘Gideon’ in front of her she LITERALLY has a stroke and/or an intercranial hemorrhage as her brain overwrites the word with someone else’s name. God occasionally intentionally triggers her memory revision to get out of difficult conversations. She also hallucinates ALL the time (unrelated to the lobotomy). She shows up at her frenemy’s room in the middle of the night (think little kid stumbling to their parents’ room and saying “I frew up”) to ask her to come check underneath her bed for the corpse that’s been wandering the space station. When frenemy checks underneath the bed, frenemy claims not to see anything, and Harrow is such an unbelievably unreliable narrator that it’s an open question in the fandom as to whether frenemy genuinely didn’t see the corpse or if frenemy was just yanking Harrow’s chain. Harrow is also haunted by a literal ghost that fucks up her already fucked up alternate history. Girlie will pick up a piece of paper and read from it the most violent and haunting piece of prose ever composed, when in reality all that’s written on the paper is the elementary school Superman S*. I am NOT joking that is a real goddamn scene. Harrow was created to win this poll. TLDR; she has brain damage and memory loss, she hallucinates, and is also haunted. * https://twitter.com/vestenet/status/1301012651145859072

Girl is so unreliable, she unreliably tells me events I was there for!!! She's retelling the previous book and I'm like "girlie, this is absolutely not how it happened". Also, she gave herself a DIY lobotomy, it has to impact your memory center I guess

She literally had a lobotomy, how can she be reliable

Rest of Propaganda under cut!

Harrowhark is simply the unreliable narrator of all time. Can’t remember shit because of a lifetime of trauma? Check. Maybe lying to yourself and those around you a bit? Most definitely. Being gaslit by the survivors you depend on to orient you to reality? For sure. How about a little bit of canon schizophrenia? She’s got it all. Ghosts? Or something? Spirits that are attached in some way to your body and are not perceivable by others? Sure, sure! But how about spirits that are attached in some way to your body and are gonna use you to hijack others’ bodies and maybe kill God, too? Absolutely. Wee bit of DIY brain surgery? If it would make you an unreliable narrator, friends, then Harrowhark Nonagesimus has been there, been subjected to that!

Okay I don't know that much about this series since I haven't convinced myself to read all of the first book, but this is my blorbo in law so I'd feel bad not spreading propaganda (all of what I'm saying is something I've read, as to prevent myself from straight up submitting misinformation). So all of Harrow's unreliable narration takes place in the second book, Harrow the Ninth. Basically, without her even seemingto acknowledge it, Harrow's brain is very fucked up during this book, to the point where even she's not sure how reliable her narrative is. There's many questions left unclear as a result of her fucked up little brain, like what's real, what's fake, whether we can trust her judgement, whether even she can trust her own judgement, whether her original cavalier is dead or not (Harrow is convinced she is), etc. Let me tell you, I adore unreliable narrators who aren't even that sure if they're reliable. I have yet to eat that trope up here in this circumstance, but this poll might not run again by the time I do, so for now, here's my messed up blorbo in law.

OKAY SO REMEMBER MY GIDEON SUBMISSION? HARROW DOESN’T! SPOILERS AHEAD BECAUSE SHE LOBOTOMIZED HERSELF TO FORGET GIDEON BECAUSE THAT’S A HEALTHY WAY TO GRIEVE AND THEN IN THE ONLY PARTS OF HER BOOK THAT SHE NARRATES (THE REVISED CANAAN HOUSE PARTS) IT’S LITERALLY A ROOM FULL OF GHOSTS HER BRAIN SUMMONED TO DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT SHE CUT HER BRAIN IN HALF TO FORGET GIDEON. she also is a) haunted and b) psychotic, experiencing hallucinations her entire life of both the ghosts haunting her and less supernatural hallucinations- bells tolling, bones rattling, her parents (some of the only dead people NOT haunting her), etc! in the revised history of canaan house that her brainghosts invent, she brings along someone who knows about her psychosis to help reality check her when she tells him go! her caregiver as a child and support when she got older, crux, is a horrible man- but at one point, when someone other than harrow is in harrow’s body and tells him “i am not harrowhark, i am sorry,” his response is simply “aye, you’ve said that before too. who are you then, if not my lady harrowhark?” showing his familiarity with her psychosis and his love for the child he wouldn’t dare see as a daughter. but enough about that lets talk about her unreliable narration! she lies about her feelings of course but she also simply hides the truth from everyone, all the time, compulsively. also literally the entire section of her book that she narrates is a lie she’s telling US about a lie she’s telling HERSELF and no one understands even a little bit of the truth until like the last act of the book. queen.

#harrowhark nonagesimus #the locked tomb #percy jackson #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #the heros of olympus #pjo #unreliable narrator battle #unreliable narrators #side c #polls

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