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serpentthecrow · 2 years

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Family dinner

Husband!Aemond Targaryen x fem! Targaryen! reader (written with Daemon's daughter!reader in mind, mentioned like... Once)

Warnings: violence,what else ... not proofread

Summary: just a regular family dinner... Right?

A/n:so down bad fro this dude, Idek if I will be able to hate him on Sunday. I put my own twist on the dinner, it's not exactly how it was in the series, but the idea comes from there. I honestly laughed the whole scene.Enjoy, and gimme some feedback! If you'd like to requests something, my requests are open, please read my pinned post before requesting, there you'll find rules but also the fandoms I write for ❤️❤️

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I am turning my head to watch as Helaena dances behind me with a smile, gorgeous as ever. Turning back to face the table, to my annoyance, I witness Aegon gulping at his wine again. Shame she had to marry him, of all people. Looking to my right to see the one I had married glare daggers at his own nephew. A roasted pig is laid in front of Aemond and I look up at the servant, to realize I happen to know their name. I wil make it seem like an accident later tonight. As Luke starts giggling at the situation, Aemond slams his fist into the table and rises from his seat one again, with a goblet in his hand. "Final tribute" he speaks. "To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise... " he pauses."Strong" "Aemond" I warn him, smiling nonetheless. "Come, let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys". Of course, Aegon takes the opportunity to drink. I don't waste time and rise from my seat as well, knowing full well what is about to happen. "I dare you to call us that again" Jace calls. "It's was merely a compliment, do you not find yourselves Strong?" The one eyed prince asks as he approaches Jacerys, who is bolting at him across the room. While they begin to fight, Luke speeds towards his brother but I am quicker. I take the Velaryon boy by the collar and drag him back to the table. "Y/N" Rheanyra and Daemon call at the same time. "No! This is clearly consetual!" I yell back at them as I shove Luke's face into the pig laying on the plate, holding him down and pushing his head onto the table. "Delicious, isn't it?" I mockingly ask while pushing him away. I circle the end of the table as Jace runs towards me. "Aegon, duck" I say, and less than a blink after he does, I punch the 'strong' boy square in the face over the table. Aegon then reaches his arms behind him and throws Jace across the table. "You doing okay back there love?" I question my beloved who's dodging an angry Lucerys with a wine goblet still unspiled in his hand. "Could use some help, not going to lie dearest." He retorts when a fist barely misses his right eye. I come to his aid and with our backs pressed together we fight off the dark haired boys, amused, until they are dragged away.I stand minutes later in front of my father, looking him dead in the eye, not an ounce of guilt in my gaze, light smirk gracing my lips.My arm touching Aemond's before he takes his leave."At any other occasion, I would praise you for your fighting. Bu-" I beat him to it." But today, I am very disappointed with you. Tell me something new." I say and walk off. We both know we are not truly mad at each other. We never are. I find Aemond in the gardens, to my surprise. "The way you make him eat the swine was impressive love, to say the least" he smirked up on me from his place on the garden bench. "May I, my lord husband ? " I gesture with mock manners to the space next to him. He chuckles, we never use those titles. Our marriage was not a loveless one,after all. "You may, my lady wife" he answers, smirk long gone, replaced with a rare smile. And that's how we stay. Neither sure for how long. Sitting in eachother's arms in the dark and cold royal gardens. It was hard to pick a side in this war. That's why I didn't have to do it. My heart did it for me.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond imagine #hotd fanfic #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #hotd #hotd spoilers #hotd x reader #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x you #aemond Targaryen x you

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saturnznct · 1 year

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d-20; making christmas cards for members | lmk

➸ word count; 1023 words

➸ lucas; aged 10, noah; aged 8, maeve; aged 4

➸ alternative names used; hyungjun (lucas), minjun (noah), yeoreum (maeve)

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

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‘Wow, Mae, you really captured Uncle Doyoung’s spirit there,’ Mark grins.

Maeve holds up her Christmas card for Doyoung proudly, showing off the rabbit with a Santa hat she’d drawn on the front with ‘Merry Christmas Doyoung Samchon’ written in messy toddler handwriting on the front.

‘Although, I think we need to work on your Hangul. You wrote Samchon in English..’

Maeve just looks sheepish, putting the card into the finished pile and grabbing another plain one to start.

This was a Lee household yearly tradition. The kids would sit down at the dining table, cover it with pens, glitter and whatever crafting materials they could get their hands on, and make cards for family and friends.

When it came to the sheer amount of NCT members, it was a full on operation. The members had been randomly assigned to each of your three children, who would make their cards. You and Mark would write the inside messages once they were finished and all the glue and or paint had dried.

‘Wait, why does Maeve get Uncle Johnny?’ Noah whines once he notices Johnny’s name on Maeve’s list.

‘It’s random, No,’ you explain, ‘it’s fair that way.’

‘But I wanted to make Uncle Johnny’s card,’ he pouts.

‘Buddy, the card will still be from you, and Uncle Johnny will know that,’ Mark rubs Noah’s back with his hand, ‘how about you make a really pretty card for Uncle Taeyong, huh? I bet he’d love a really glittery one!’

‘Daddy, can we come to work with you and give Uncles their cards?’ Noah asks, wanting to see his beloved Uncle’s reactions to his work.

‘Of course, how about you and mummy/mommy drop me off tomorrow, and we can give them to Uncles then?’

‘Yay!’ Noah cheers, accidentally knocking over a pot of silver glitter.

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‘Uncle Ten!’ Maeve runs into the practice room, barrelling towards the first member she sees.

‘Mae!’ He exclaims with equal excitement, wrapping the small girl into a big hug.

‘Sorry to interrupt your practice, guys,’ you apologise, knowing that all of the members are gathered to rehearse for their end of year project.

‘It’s all good,’ Jungwoo, the closest person to you grins, ‘it’s nice to have a break.’

He catches Maeve’s eye, his face suddenly lighting up, immediately dropping to his knees to offer a hug, ‘and to see my Yeoreum!’

‘Ah, Minjun-ah,’ Jaemin squats down to greet Noah, ‘what’s that you’ve got?’

Noah holds out the envelope with both hands, a messy ’Nana’ scrawled across the front.

‘Ah, thank you,’ Jaemin always saves his aegyo for his favourite nephews and niece, his Mark’s children.

‘This one’s for you, Uncle Yangyang,’ Maeve hands Yangyang his card.

‘Wow, thank you MaeMae, you’re so kind,’ Yangyang, who has crouched down to her level, peels the envelope open, laughing when he sees the sheep with the Christmas hat drawn on it.

‘I like how the sheep is pink and glittery,’ he adds, pulling her into a hug, ‘I love it, thank you Mae.’

The members fuss over the kids, each giving very exaggerated but genuine reactions to their individual cards.

‘Ah, Hyungjun-ah, thank you,’ Chenle fist bumps Lucas, ‘you write in Chinese so well.’

‘It’s from the lessons you gave me,’ Mark chimes in teasingly, and the two men laugh as Lucas huffs.

‘Yeoreum-ie, your art is so good!’ Yuta fusses over Maeve, who blushes and squirms at his compliment over her drawing of him next to a Christmas Tree.

‘Don’t get all embarrassed!’ he teases, poking her side, before turning to Sicheng who’s standing beside him and commenting, ’so cute.’

When Lucas notices Johnny holding his own card, he walks over to talk to his favourite Uncle.

’Tell Jude-hyung that I’ll give him his card the next time I see him,’ Lucas tells Johnny, ‘I don’t want him to think I’ve forgotten about him when you bring that one home.’

‘Will do buddy, I’m sure you’ll see him when the school holidays start.’

‘Are you guys not going to Chicago?’ Lucas tilts his head in confusion.

‘Not ’til the twentieth,’ Johnny explains, ‘you guys should arrange to hang out. In real life, not just on the Xbox or whatever it is.’

Lucas just shrugs, embarrassed at being called out, and Johnny chuckles.

‘I’m just messing with you, go on, go give Uncle Seunghan his card.’

‘They’re so sweet, Hyung,’ Jisung remarks, watching the scene alongside Mark, ‘so crazy I’ll have one of my own in a few months.’

’They’re a handful,’ Mark shakes his head, still smiling, ‘but I love them more than anything.’

At that moment, Noah runs up to Jisung, clutching Jisung’s own card.

In a corner, several members are gathered comparing cards, Doyoung throughly enjoying Maeve’s rabbit drawing while Xiaojun praises Noah’s reindeer.

‘Thank you, Noah, I’ll keep it forever,’ Taeyong reads the message inside of his card, on which Noah has drawn a polar bear wearing a lime green (’NCT colour!’) scarf.

‘Will you really?’ Noah gasps, shocked that his Uncle would treasure his creation for so long.

‘Of course, because my Minjun-ie made it for me!’

Eventually, all of the cards are distributed, and the three Lee children sit against the mirror and watch as the members go through their dance performance for the year.

‘What did you think, Mae?’ Hendery bends down to ask, face showing a picture of pure joy when she begins bouncing on her feet and enthusiastically chatting about what she likes about the song and the choreography.

‘Come on kids, say goodbye to your Uncles. We’ll get out of your hair now, leave you to practice,’ you start gathering up your things, leaving the three of your children to say goodbye to all of the members.

’See you when you get home,’ you give Mark a quick hug, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek as to allow him to avoid unnecessary teasing from his members.

‘Bye bye little Lees,’ Ten and the rest of the members wave you all out of the room.

‘Now, kids,’ you announce once you’re fully in the corridor, ‘let’s go and harass Uncle Minseok.’

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ax-y10 · 11 months

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From the daylight (running from the daylight)

In which- Wilbur misses you now that you're gone, especially the light you gave him

Chapter info: angst, hurt/comfort, honestly sad, first angst I've written so it's kinda shit, use of Y/n, italics are the past, mentions of suicide (doesn't actually happen. You'll see what I mean), happier ending because I can't write entire angst, mention of car accident.

A/n: Daylight started playing on my Spotify when I was laying down and I bolted for my laptop because I immediately had this idea. Listen to daylight by David Kushner when reading this. If you are ever feeling down or in need of help, please visit this website to help with ways to cope and prevent suicide. Love you all.

Pronouns: gn reader (Mainly you/yours, though)

Masterlist:

"Wil! It's snowing!" You exclaimed, and his face lit up at seeing you happy.

"Hold on, hold on. I'm getting up."

You bolted for the door when he stood, holding out your hand for him to take.

"Where do you get your energy from, Y/n?" He asked, a genuine question, no judging tone behind his words.

"I don't know. My mum used to say I got it from the daylight?"

And he cherished those words, his nickname for you being 'Daylight' for a very long time.

What did he do wrong? What did he not do for you? What did he say wrong that made you do that?

A million questions ran through his head as he lay in the bed you both used to share.

He had no answers, no closure, no warning. It just happened all so quickly, and he couldn't help.

He watched as your light slowly drained each and every day, your energy losing its power, your glow slowly dimming. Until right now.

Your dad had called him, telling him about what had happened.

How could he have been so stupid.

Why did he think your words of "I'm fine." were not misleading?

Why had he gone to band rehearsal?

Your dad explained that you were no longer here, and that pained him to hear. His sweetheart, his love, his dearest, his beloved, his Daylight, was gone? Was gone for good? Wasn't coming back?

It wasn't like the weekly grocery shop where you left for an hour to get food.

It wasn't like his rehearsals where he left for a few hours, but eventually returned?

You were actually gone?

You'd actually jumped?

He'd fallen for the jokes?

He thought you were okay?

How come you hadn't told him?

How come you hadn't told him how you were feeling?

Had he broken your trust somehow?

What had he done?

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He currently found himself laying on your shared bed, as he had the last few weeks. He didn't know how to cope with this event. He would leave the bed to use the bathroom to shower or use the toilet. He hadn't brushed his hair or taken care of himself properly in weeks since you'd passed. Tommy would occasionally come over with food or drinks for him. He'd come over as someone who Wilbur could talk to. He'd bring some of Wilbur's friends sometimes to help him. Tommy had even brought a hairbrush for him to brush his hair. He'd even cleaned Wilbur's apartment for him, knowing what he is going through.

Wilbur had always made jokes about your stuffed animals, and you had always told him he was jealous. But right now, they were the things he sought the most comfort in. They smelled of you faintly, the fragrance of you fading each and every day. When one teddy lost your scent, he'd scavenge for another one. And when he ran out of stuffed animals, he moved over to your clothing, finding many of his sweaters, and them still smelling like you.

He hadn't streamed in ages, and his fans were getting worried. He hadn't checked Twitter, Twitch, YouTube, Instagram, anything. He only ever called Tommy or the boys from Lovejoy. he would feel too guilty if he left Tommy in the dark about it.

He hadn't gone to a Lovejoy rehearsal in ages, hadn't touched Simone or Baby Blue in weeks, them reminding him too much of you.

WHAT HAD HE DONE WRONG??

What had possibly made you do that.

And what had made him so oblivious to it.

The takeout containers and alcohol bottles scattered around showed his mental state. He didn't want to help himself.

He didn't want to live without you.

He couldn't move on.

You were the one for him.

The bed felt too empty without you squished up against his chest.

He was sick of it and decided to try and find closure.

He got up and refused to look at polaroids of you or you and him together. Anything that reminded him of you, was pushed to the side for a bit.

He immediately started connecting the dots.

You haven't talked or seen your dads for years.

So why had he reached out to you?

He texted your mum asking if what your dad had said was true, and she simply replied with, "Come over now. I'll explain"

He had the quickest shower of his life, made sure he looked presentable, got dressed out of his sweats and dressed in jeans, and his casual sweater.

And that was the quickest walk ever.

Showing up at your mum's house, he quickly walked through, finding your mum at the kitchen counter, and he took a seat.

"So, what he said was not true. They're perfectly safe. Do you want to come on a drive with me? It won't be too long."

And he obliged instantly, walking behind your mother and finding a seat in the passenger seat of her car.

And soon enough, he was at the... hospital?

Your mum told him to tell the person at the counter "I'm Y/n's boyfriend. Am I able to see them?" and that is exactly what he said as he ran to the counter.

"Hi. I'm Y/n's boyfriend. Am I able to see them? Their mum told me they were here?"

And soon enough, he was guided down a corridor to your room.

And his heart broke seeing you on that hospital bed.

Your mum had left after Wilbur had walked in, leaving you both there so he could spend time with you.

His health anxiety was already bad, but this made it so much worse.

After two days of being in there, he finally felt your hand squeeze his in the same gesture you had always done. 2 squeezes adn a soft drag of your thumb over the back of his hand.

And it's safe to say the first thing he did was cry. And cry he did.

He was so happy that you were alive, and you had only been in a car accident including some random drunk guy on his phone.

As you explained what happened, he was so glad that you were still here. So glad that you hadn't left him, yet.

He was so glad that his Daylight was back. So very glad.

But one thing was still unanswered.

Why hadn't you texted him? Why hadn't anyone given him an explanation? Why hadn't he been told?

"Daylight? Why hadn't you texted me or let me know that you were okay?"

"Wil. I couldn't have. I physically couldn't."

And you both chuckled a little bit.

And soon enough, you were dismissed after a final check up, and you were both your happy selves again.

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end note: I know this was all over the place. Let me give you some explanation. In the part before the mum scene, Wilbur had convinced himself that you had lost your happiness, and your dad hadn't helped. Tommy had been a real help to him, him knowing what had happened, but didn't want to alarm him in anyway. Do you get it? I'm so very sorry this was all over the place. I wrote this really quickly with no planning, sorry. Feel free to use the website above.

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i-did-not-mean-to · 26 days

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Family, Loyalty - Finwë & Fingolfin

Ah, an uncomfortable letter :S

Very gen, but not very sweet...

To Ñolofinwë, son of Indis, beacon of hope

My beloved, wronged son,

I hope that the right to address you thus is not yet denied to me.

Mayhap, you shall frown at receiving this missive, unlooked-for, from one who’s decided—against the council of his wife and despite the need of his cherished progeny—to follow your wilful, quarrelsome brother into exile.

Impertinent and selfish as such a plea might be, I dare ask you not for your forgiveness but for your understanding, and I beg you to hear me out rather than toss this letter into the nearest fireplace.

You wouldn’t, though, would you?

Never have you been as changeful and brash as Curufinwë, and this quiet strength of character of yours, amongst other more pressing and just as unfair elements, has allowed me to act as I have.

How cruel and heartless a father must I appear to be, seemingly indulging and condoning the shocking misdeeds of my firstborn son against you, my darling boy—believe me when I say that it is not so.

Curufinwë Fëanáro, you must understand, is suffering, and I blame myself for his unhappiness.

Of course, you’ve never known Míriel; she was beautiful, radiant, and inspired, and I loved her dearly.

Nevertheless, I shall not hide from you that—since the day of his birth—Curufinwë, and all the helpless, overpowering devotion I feel for him, has eclipsed even my deep regard for my spouse.

I admit freely that it is an ignoble, deplorable stroke of fate that this fatal weakness has led to both your birth and your abandonment for—holding your brother in my trembling arms—I’ve understood that I’d yearn for that singular feeling of terror and amazement forevermore.

Your mother is wroth, and I don’t doubt that my whole household is rightly displeased with me—this I must bear with equanimity as I deserve nothing less.

By wanting and loving my children too much, I keep leaving half-orphans in my wake, and I know not how to stop the avalanche of misery my unquenchable need has set in motion.

All I can say in my defence is that Curufinwë needs me and that, having lost his own dear mother and been relegated to the rank of a tolerated but little-loved intruder by yours, he would have lost all faith in me, had I refused to stand by him. I couldn’t bear that, you see?

There is great potential and creativity in him, too much maybe, but he lacks your enviable tendency for empathy and forgiveness.

Fear not, my son, even as I pen those lines, I’m aware of how callously cruel it is to call upon your best qualities even as they serve as pathetic justifications and excuses for my hurtful actions—your gentle heart and unwavering loyalty should never bring you suffering, especially not at the hand of the ones you love.

I hear Curufinwë stirring, and thus, I must leave this letter unfinished.

I hope that we shall soon be reunited so I can tell you, in person, how proud I am of the man you’ve become and how much I’ve loved you even before you were born.

Finally, let me reiterate that I do not beseech you to absolve me of the malefactions I’ve inflicted on you, but—if you can find it in your heart—pardon your brother for his temporary folly.

I’m sure he regrets having parted in anger even if he doesn’t admit it.

I love you. All of you! Never doubt that and convey my fond greetings to your siblings.

Your father

Link on Ao3

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 3 years

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Phasmophobia ❤

He/Him Pronouns

1400+ Words

Description: You plays Phasmophobia for the first time with Scott, Wilbur, and Jack. Wilbur teaches you how to play and then something extra. (WilburxReader)

A/N: This was at the start of me writing so it's like the only one in third person.

[Rest of the story under the cut]

Y/N spins leisurely, waiting for their computer to boot up. They hadn't been ready to stream today but Scott DM'ed them a few minutes ago and Y/N couldn't say no to their favorite cousin.

Opening discord, they shot Scott a quick message and then pulled up twitch on their second monitor. Y/N smiled as chat spammed "hello y/n!" as the 1-minute timer slowly ticked down

"Hello everyone!" Y/N exclaimed happily, giving a quick wave to the camera. "Today we're going to be streaming Phasmophobia with Scott, Jack Manifold, and Wilbur Soot."

They couldn't help but giggle as their chat flew by with excited proclamations. As usual, their lovely fans started spamming "Y/N CLOUT" and "Y/N SUPREMACY" until it was all theycould see. Laughing, Y/N started reading out donos and thanking subs.

They were in the middle of thanking a 5 gifted sub when Scott made a private DM group and started a call. Quickly joining, Y/N and Scott started their usual greeting.

"Scott!"

"Y/N!"

"Scott!!"

"Y/N!!"

"Scott!!!"

"Y/N!!!"

"Wilbur," A deep voice joined in. A startled laugh leaves them, making Scott and Wilbur join in.

"Ayup fellas." Jack Manifold startles Y/N again, his voice louder than either of their friend's voices. It's impossible to keep a straight face as they devolve into just the word "ayup".

When Y/N finally manages to load into the game, their characters face to face with Wilbur's. "Hello, Wil."

"Hello, Y/N," he says back, not moving. They keep stock still, looking straight into the camera like they assume Wilbur's doing. Actually, they pull up his stream on mute and barely manage to hide a grin when they realize he is. Taking a quick glance at his chat, Y/N can't help but giggle.

"BLUSHBUR"

"AWW WILBY IS RED"

"BLUSHBUR"

"I still prefer chadbur"

Wilbur breaks out into a giggle too, brushing his hair away from his eyes. It's odd being in proximity chat, but it's still funny to hear the distant noise of Scott and Jack arguing.

"Are you going to move?"

"Are you?"

Rolling their eyes, Y/N smiles as they move over to Jack, who's trying to throw the basketball at Scott. They devolve into "ayup" again as soon as Wilbur starts trying to talk to Scott.

Y/N shoots their webcam a quick grin and move towards the whiteboard where Scott's checking his items. With a totally innocent voice, they start bringing up last week's family party. (don't worry, covid doesn't exist in these au's unless I say so

"So, baby cousin, have you been drinking recently?”

"Oh no," he groans, instantly realizing his mistake in inviting Y/N.

"I mean, last week you were absolutely hammered and so I'm just worried." They coo, amping up their innocent tone until it sounds like they're speaking to a child. "Come on, sugar pea, tell your older cousin all your darkest secrets that I totally won't use for blackmail."

"Are you blackmailing Scott, Y/T/N?" Wilbur surprises you, his deep voice highly amused but also right next to you. They spin your avatar around, face to face, again, with Wilbur's.

They click their tongue, sighing dramatically. "I suppose I was trying to blackmail him until you came over, Wilbur Soot."

Glancing over at his stream, Y/N spots him grin mischievously at the camera. With a heavy voice, he utters four words that turn them bright red."Was I too distracting?"

"You're such a dick." They laugh.

"That's Scott's cousin you're flirting with," Jack Manifold cuts in with a mocking jeer. Y/N gratefully exit the situation and start setting up their items instead.

They can practically hear the mock annoyance in Scott's voice when they go back to bothering him. He loves Y/N though, despite the teasing.

{...}

Y/N realized after they arrived at the house that they've never played the game before.

"Scott," They start, putting their head in their hands. "How do you play?"

"Do you not know how?" Wilbur said incredulously. Jack was picking up stuff off the carts, crouching down by pressing buttons Y/N didn't know.

Y/N flushed, running a hand through their (h/l) hair. Chat both pities them and bullies them, exactly like they knew chat would. "Well, I've never played before."

"That's fine," Scott said, picking up his own gear and walking out of the van. "Wilbur can teach you. Right, Wil?"

"Sure?"

Scott didn't hear because he was already making his way into the house.

Awkwardly, they started talking. "So-? Uh, how do you pick things up?"

"You press E," Wilbur chuckled. "G is to drop things. C is crouch, J is for Journal which you'll fill out with info on the ghost, flashlight should be T."

Nodding along, Y/N started picking up things from the shelf. "What do all these things do?"

"Some of them are obvious, like Thermometer. But others are easier to explain as we go. You should pick up a camera, crucifix, and flashlight. I'll take the EMF, a camera, and a spirit box."

Wilbur's explanations weren't too hard to follow. The two of you stuck together as they wandered the house. It was two stories with a basement and the darkness was only slightly terrifying.

"Victoria Gonzales," Wilbur called out. They were about to leave the room when their flashlights started flickering. Y/N's thermometer was picking up freezing temperatures even if the room seemed safe. Their flashlights were still flickering, so Wilbur and Y/N huddled into a corner together, silently waiting.

Quietly, Wilbur started whispering to Y/N. "We can probably leave the room, right?"

"Isn't it still hunting?" They whispered back. Wilbur rolled his eyes, "C'mon, don't you trust me?"

Silently, Y/N thought about it. They did.

"Fine."They sighed. "But if anything happens I will blame you.'"

Wilbur grinned, "Absolutely nothing will happen to you, dear."

Y/N grumbled as they silently followed after Wilbur's character, pink dust scattered across their face. The halls were dark, grey walls plain and boring but not any less terrifying.

And unlike what Wilbur said, Y/N died 30 seconds later. It was far too quick for them to register what was even happening before the demon's hand was clawing their face out and their body was flat on the ground.

Wilbur was next, the demon opening the doors to the closet they were hiding in and instantly killing him. They stalked away, leaving two corpses

"Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this." Wilbur deflects instantly. Y/N sighs, sadly watching their corpse just lay there.

"Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, grinning softly. Y/N looks over, their eyes soft and shining. [Am I doing semi-realism in this now? Whatever, go with it]

Reaching out, Wilbur held their hand in his. It wasn't the smoothest, but the callouses were beautiful to him. He could die happy (if he wasn't already dead) just holding Y/N's hand.

"You did good," Wilbur murmered, closing the distance between them. Smiling, Y/N lifted their hands and caressed Wilburs cheek. It was gentle. Safe.

"So did you."

Pressing their foreheads together, Wilbur sighed softly. "You know, there's something I haven't taught you yet."

"That is?" Y/N grinned.

Wilbur closed the gap completely, pressing their lips together. It was quick and sweet, their noses bumped together but when Y/N tilted their head it all just fit. They chased one kiss after another, tasting the sweet mix of Wilbur's cherry gum and Y/N's bubblegum ring pop.

Wilbur leaned back, his hands placed on their waist tightly. "I guess that's one thing you don't need to learn."

They breathed heavily, still gazing into each other's eyes. Wilbur smiled and then the world flipped.

{《☆》}

"I got it right, it was a demon," Scott bragged over Jack's defeated guess of a Wraith. Wilbur blinked and his chat was going crazy, full of the same thing.

Y/NBUR

Y/NXWILBUR

KINDA GAY KINDA POG

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

"Shut up chat," Y/N said, Wilbur glanced up, grinning. Maybe his chat wasn't the only one being annoying

{《☆》}

[Okay, guys. So I started writing this off of the second phasmophobia stream Wilbur had and halfway through he went live with another phasmophobia stream and it was the best and worst timing because I couldn't focus but also *Wilbur my beloved*]

[-L0v3, k1ng]

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shushiyuii · 3 years

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A giant going out to eat with their friends and getting a tiny in their food that looks more appetizing then the meal.,, (crimeboys??)

ITS TAKEN A WHILE BUT I DID IT, OVER 2K FUCKING WORDS TOO. I REWROTE THIS ONCE ADNJADNAJD AND I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT LOL /s

Warnings: Soft vore, choking and maybe mentions of fatal? (It's not as bad as it sounds i promise)

Words: 2K+

There was one restaurant known worldwide, known for its delicious recipes from a world-renowned chef, Philza Minecraft. It’s not only known for its mouth-watering meals but also its delightful sweets from their baker, Kristin Minecraft.

Phil and Kristin had met back in their college days in one of the most famous schools for culinary with everyone going there being talented individuals and exceeding expectations of taste tasters across the world, the school’s purpose was to help drive those expectations even further.

Phil was a fine-dining chef whilst Kristin was studying in the baking course. Both had run into each other in coincidence and continued to run into each other since. And well, the two had simply fallen in love fairly quickly, they became the school’s admirable couple. It was love at first sight.

So, you couldn’t be surprised that Phil purposed so quickly after graduation, it was a simple picnic date where Phil attempted to bake a special cupcake for his beloved Kristin. And in the middle of that cupcake was an engagement ring.

They got married soon after, then settled down, started a restaurant together which became known as Tasty Treats. Then came their two little bundles of joy. Wilbur and Techno, they grew up in the restaurant, showing their own cooking talents. But not as much as their parents.

Techno had a particular interest in potatoes, any food he made with his parents had to be made with the ingredients, not that his parents minded this interest. It was just they had no idea why he had an interest in such things.

Techno was more like his father than his mother, and it was the opposite for Wilbur, more like his mother than his father. Although talented with his baking it wasn’t really his main interest, he just helped his mother where he could. His interest was music.

He was often just playing music for the restaurant, his own songs or general music. People noted that Wilbur did have a lot of musical talent, one that was similar to a siren’s lullaby. It was hypnotic, if you heard it, you’d be leered to the restaurant without a choice.

That’s how they met their third bundle of joy.

It was known that Borrowers lived amongst Humans, some being known as family or friends, they were known to live in Human’s walls or under floorboards and such. They weren’t eaten commonly as they used to be since Borrowers had evolved to be resistant to digestive acids.

Tommy had been a young Borrower, a kid living in the restaurant’s walls. He was abandoned by his parents and had grown to be somewhat independent on his own. He definitely wasn’t sneaky or cautious, but he got the job done.

Many of the customers and the owners were aware of a Borrower amidst their walls but they didn’t mind them, since well, the Borrower wasn’t doing any harm to them.

Now how did Wilbur’s music come into play? Well, Tommy would often listen to Wilbur’s music above a loose vent covering in the room. Wilbur was just a teenager and Tommy was just a child at the time.

Tommy was allured to the boy’s music, he found joy and comfort in Wilbur’s music, many had seen him at this point, but he had just become a part of the restaurant at this point, he had yet to be caught yet though.

Wilbur was just happily singing but got called over to help his mom with baking, to which he happily agreed and put his guitar aside by the chair, much to Tommy’s disappointment. Tommy stood up and was about to go back to his little space in the walls when he felt the rumbling in his stomach.

Right, he needed food.

So, he made his way to the kitchen. He stealthily entered the kitchen (as much as he could) and made his way over to the counter, he scanned around for anything to eat and a particular mixing bowl caught his eye and he made his way over to it, without the humans noticing him.

Once he saw the mixing bowl, he was delighted to see that it was a cookie dough mixture, the chocolate chips already in place, all they needed was to be cut into shape and baked. So, before the inevitable happens, he may have helped himself a bit.

But big mistake, “Wilbur! Could you pass me the cookie dough mixture, please? Darling?”, “Yeah! Course Mom!”. The sounds of the humans scared Tommy to a point he fell into the mixing bowl and when he looked up, a wide-eyed human stood above him…

…

“Mom! There’s a Borrower in the mixture!” Wilbur yelled out in confusion. “What?! Bring it here!”. Wilbur then brought the bowl to the other side of the room where his mother was. He placed the bowl down with Tommy struggling to get out of the mixture.

Kristin peered down into the bowl, her eyes widened as she immediately pulled out the Borrower, it scared Tommy. Was he going to be killed for stealing their food?! Was this his end? Tears stung into the boy’s eyes as he looked away from the human who was holding him in between her fingers.

“Wilbur, pass me a cloth, will you?” The hold then changed to a much comfortable one as he now laid on the human’s hand, “Awe you poor guy, you’re just a kid”. Tommy looked up angrily and with fear, he managed to speak up. “I’m not a little kid! I’m a big man!”.

Kristin's eyes softened and she smiled at the Borrower, “A big strong man, huh?” she asked with playful curiosity as Wilbur handed her the cloth, “Mhm!”. “Well, big strong man. Could you tell me your name?”.

“Tommy…”, “Nice to meet you, Tommy, I’m Kristin”. Tommy looked to Kristin to see a comforting face, it assured Tommy it was safe. Then, Kristin used the cloth to wipe over Tommy and clean him up. And once he was, he got another smile.

“You hungry, Tommy?”. To which Tommy nodded, he was then handed multiple chocolate chips to eat. Whilst he ate, he listened to the two humans’ conversation. “You think this is the borrower living in the restaurant?” asked Wilbur, “I think so”.

The two continued to talk as they worked, Tommy answering questions he was asked and that was show they met.

Now years later, Tommy was a teenager himself helping out in the restaurant. Multiple changes had been made to the restaurant to become a lot more Borrower friendly so their new son Tommy could easily move around.

Yep, Tommy had been adopted by the Minecraft’s so he was now Tommy Innit Minecraft. And he couldn’t be happier with his family.

“Tommy hun, mind taking this over to your father please?”. It was a small pot of seasoning his mother had prepped for his father’s latest recipe. “Yep, Will do Mom!”. He yelled as he grabbed the seasoning from his mother’s hands. He almost lost his balance from the weight of the seasoning but managed.

He made his way over to the kitchen, where his father was with Techno, “Dad! Seasoning!”. He yelled as he almost toppled over from the weight of the seasoning. His father noticed and immediately put everything aside, running over to catch his son.

Tommy landed in his hand and the seasoning in his father's hands. “Thank you, Toms”. Tommy then regained his balance, “Where’s Wilbur?”.

“Dunno”. Techno responded as he stirred the potato stew he was making. “It’s been forever since we’ve seen him! When’s he coming?!”. Wilbur’s musical talent had been recognised and had been offered a scholarship at one of the world's most prestigious music colleges.

He didn’t want to miss out on seeing Wilbur again.

“Tommy! A little help please!”. His mother called which snapped him out of his thoughts, he then ran over to the front to his mom and carried out the tasks given to him.

Now he was stirring a bowl for his mom as the day was almost finished, as they were closing his mind began to wander. Then, the bell before the door rang, it caught Tommy off guard to a point to which he fell into the bowl. “Sorry we’re-“ His mom cut herself off.

“Wilbur!”, She suddenly yelled. Running over to her son and embracing him into a tight hug. “Hi, mom! I missed you!”, he hugged back. “I missed you too, honey!”, he placed a kiss upon his forehead.

Then, Techno and Phil entered the room, “Wil!” his father said enthusiastically as he joined the hug of the two. “Hi dad!”, Wilbur laughed. The hug then broke apart and then he got a ruffle of his hair from Techno.

The four of them laughed, “How’s college been for you, mate?”, “Tiring, but great! I’m having a lot of fun!”. “Good!”. The four continued to converse until silence overcame them, they were all wondering the same thing. “Where’s Tommy?”.

The four then agreed to split up and find the Borrower, Wilbur searched the front kitchen, Techno in the back, Techno the storage and Kristin the serving area.

“Tommy! Where are you!?”, yelled Wilbur as he lifted the lids of pots to try and see if the Borrower was hiding in ingredients again. “Tommy!?”, he yelled again then noticed the out of place whisk in a mixing bowl, with Tommy struggling to breach the surface.

He then picked up Tommy, carefully yet playfully lifted him by the leg. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he said with a playful tone. Tommy then began to spit out curses. “Fuck you! Lemme go dickhead!”.

“That’s how you greet your brother after not seeing him for months, Tommy?”. Tommy then stopped his struggles and looked to his brother, “No- I-“. Wilbur then laughed, “Calm down Toms- I’m just messing with you!”.

“Dickhead!”.

“Be quiet Gremlin since you’re covered in batter. I suppose we better get you cleaned up, huh?”.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

Wilbur then lifted the boy above his mouth, smirking at his brother’s struggles. He then open his mouth, bringing his tongue out to taste him, he licked at the batter covering him, “Chocolate pudding? That’s always been one of my favourites!”.

He then carefully dropped Tommy into his mouth, feeling no struggle, he knew he had permission. So, he closed his mouth and poked his tongue at Tommy. To which his tongue got attacked by the playful struggles and hugs.

He then pinned Tommy to the top of his mouth, swallowing the chocolate pudding. He then opened his mouth to bring Tommy back out as his fingers carefully picked up the boy. Tommy complained as he was brought out of the mouth.

“What, you want to be swallowed?”. Tommy’s poutful expression was enough of an answer. “Alright! Alright!”. Then put the borrower back into his mouth. The once Chocolate pudding turning into a taste of Strawberry and Vanilla.

Soon, after tasting the borrower, he tilted his head back and was about to swallow. When the bang of the door scared the fuck out of Wilbur. “Wilbur!” Techno yelled, “We can’t find Tommy!”. His family soon joined the room.

The family stood as Wilbur almost toppled over, holding his throat and stomach. Tilting his head upwards as he began to choke. “Wilbur?!”, his father then ran over to Wilbur. He grabbed his son’s shoulders.

“T-tom-“. Wilbur choked out, Phil’s eyes widened as he realised what was happening. “Techno! Go grab water!”. Techno ran over to the sink, filling the cup to the brim and running over, handing the cup to Wilbur.

Wilbur gulped the water down, the lump in his throat moving as it finally made its way to his stomach. Wilbur panted as he finally got air into his lungs. “J-Jesus…”. Phil patted his back gently to soothe his son.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. “I-I’m fine”. Wilbur’s hand then suddenly moved down to his stomach, and he stared down at it. “Are you okay, Toms?”. “I almost died! Dickhead!”. Wilbur’s then rubbed his stomach in circles and sighed.

“Tommy’s fine too”. Then, he stood up with the help of his family and made their way home. Once he was in his room he put a hand to his stomach, feeling Tommy comfortably sleeping. ‘Yeah, sleep sounds good’. Then laid back, falling asleep himself.

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tokimihyachi · 3 years

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Always (1)

Pairing/s: William Vangeance X Reader Warning: None Scenario: Where the reader is having a bad day and their partner tries to comfort them

The usually bright and sunny Clover Kingdom was now covered in dark clouds pouring an enormous amount of water onto its vast lands, nearly overflowing the water reservoirs and dams.

If the weather wasn't already a dead giveaway of the current state of one particular squadmate in their brigade, then perhaps the agitated pacing of their Captain from every single inch of the base was.

"Y/N must be in a really bad mood." Mimosa began, pertaining to the magic of their fellow member, "Do you think she got lost?" she asked worriedly to her friends who sat beside her, watching the droplets of water drizzle along the roof and down to the leaves.

Langris crossed both of his arms, "That's impossible. She always goes there so it wouldn't make sense if she did."

Klaus nodded in agreement, pushing back his glasses before adding a comment of his own, "Exactly. David even toured her around the area."

Letoile, along with Langris and Alecdora, rolled their eyes as they heard the bespectacled man's argument.

"Hey, I saw what you three did! What's with eye roll!?" David basically cried, pointing an accusing finger at the three of them.

"No offence, but you're not the most trustworthy person out there." Yuno nonchalantly said as the others hummed in agreement.

"Correction, That statement was meant to be taken as offence." Alecdora added, earning eager nods from the members of the Golden Dawn.

"WHAT!? How could you all do this to me-"

His sentence was cut short when a drenched Y/N entered the premises of their base. Your mana was low, barely noticeable, and with your rapid breaths reaching their ears, they couldn't help but subconsciously run to you.

But they knew better than that, as their captain already dashed out of his office and opened both of his arms to hug your frail figure that shivered under the touch of his warmth.

"I'm s-sorry, I just had a r-really rough day..." you exhaled tiredly, trembling while trying to push him away to avoid the coldness and water from transferring to William's clothes.

Instead of doing so, Vangeance embraces you even tighter and uses his cape to cover your entire body, "It's alright, love. But first, let's get you dried up, alright?" you could only weakly nod in reply, not really sure of what to say.

The two of you went past the rest of the Golden Dawn, William turning his head for a mere second to them, acknowledging their worried glances but immediately returned his gaze at you.

After both of you entered William's room, the masked man wasted no time and went straight for his wardrobe to take out your spare clothes and a towel before running the water for you in the bathroom.

Once he's finished, he slowly walked towards your figure and sat in front of you, "Would you prefer it if you were to bathe on your own, or is my company needed?" he asked, words laced in concern the longer he stared.

"A-Alone." despite the lack of response, Vangeance nodded obediently and escorted you near the bathroom before you closed the door in front of him.

Picking up the pace, he then runs towards the table near the window and opens the first drawer. Frowning at the empty sight, he bolts out of his room and was surprised at the presence of the rest of the Golden Dawn, holding out two hot cups of coffee on one tray, and the other with tea.

"We figured you'd give Y/N-senpai some so we made some already, Captain Vangeance." Mimosa informed him, who could only smile at the thought of his members caring this much for the person he too treasures the most.

"Thank you." William mouthed, his eyes already expressing much of his gratitude to them before they closed the door for him.

On cue, you went out of the bathroom with a towel still wrapped around your head. The albino-haired captain chuckled lightly, removing his mask and placing it on a nearby table as he made his way to you.

"Tea or coffee?" he inquired, but alas, there was no reply.

William kneeled in front of you, cupping your face so that you could meet his eyes. But just the vision of you whose eyes were drained from the sparkle and life it used to have made his stomach twist and turn.

Seeing you, his beloved, in such a state broke his heart that all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and keep you safe in his embrace for as long as he could.

He was willing to do anything if it means seeing the person he loved the most smile again, "Would you like to discuss it?" he asked softly, trying not to sound as if he was prying, but not sounding uninterested either.

You shook your head, sniffling in place before facing him, "I just want a hug right now... please." William did as he was told, cautiously placing his arms around your body, drawing circles behind your back as you sobbed against his chest.

"You know well that there is no need for you to plead when asking for anything from me, my love." he uttered silently, leaning closer so that his body was closer to yours.

"I-I know," you said, pulling back from the hug to face him, "I just feel like a nuisance right now. I m-made everyone worried for nothing. I'm really sorry W-Wil," Vangeance gently placed both of his hands on your cheeks, caressing them ever so slightly before placing a kiss on your forehead. temple

"Do not apologize for you are never a nuisance. I won't force whatever it is that may be causing you to feel this way, but do know that my love is not weak and that I'll never get tired of you. I'll always be here for you whenever you may need me. Understood?"

"Ahh," you sighed, "I love you." you buried your face to his chest, muffling the sound of your voice due to the embarrassment of even questioning his love for you.

"I love you more, darling. Now, shall I dry your hair for you, or do you wish to stay like this for a while?" you only hummed in reply, making William chuckle in place as he kissed the crown of your hair.

"Hug it is."

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itsmoonphobic · 4 years

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Since so many poeple liked my sleepy bois royal au I wanted to share a little one shot of the best bois :3 Also feel free to share your own headcanons and if you want you can make fanart!Just make sure to credit and tag me when you post something related to it!I appreciate every single one of you for the amount of positive feedback I have been receiving!!Love you all!Oh and the first chapter is going to be released soon on ao3! I will also be reconsidering the idea of posting it here on tumblr after a request to do so!👀

👑"Golden Fingerprints"👑

The blond boy stopped dangling his legs and slowly looked at the pink haired king infront of him.Techno's back was facing Tommy while the exhausted king struggled to keep his eyes open.His fingers slowly pushed up his loosely hung glasses that have fallen on the bridge of his nose.Techno didn't even take the slightest notice of the younger boy burning holes at the back of his head.He was too focused and way too tired to pay attention to anything happening around him.Tommy had bugged the elder if he was allowed to help him with his work,which Techno hesitantly agreed with as along as Tommy took it seriously.

Unsurprisingly Tommy couldn't focus for more than ten minutes so he just decided to hang around in Techno's room while the king took care of his tasks.Both Wilbur and Phil came to check on them and when they witnessed Techno groggily sitting at his desk and practically banging his head against the pile of papers and books forming on the dark oak table,they shared a simple amused glance and left the two alone.Not before Wil teased Tommy about him being so wild and unfocused,which resulted in Tommy almost charging at Wilbur and starting a huge ass fight. The warning look from Phil managed to stop both of them.

Tommy eyed the older man carefully.How is he able to pull himself together and stay focused for over four hours? The younger boy truly admired the king in every way possible, though he did also feel the slightest bit of jealousy.A small yawn brought Tommy out of his thoughts.He watched as the pink haired man took of his glasses and messily rubbed his face while groaning loudly.Tommy didn't say anything, he expected Techno to turn around and send him out of his room so he could relax in peace but instead Techno took off his crown and set it aside laying down his head on the hard surface of the wooden platform.

The much needed sleep immediately took over his senses and the pink haired King drifted off into a deep slumber. Tommy could only wonder if it is a dreamless one or not.He wasn't sure why Techno didn't send him out,did he forget that Tommy was still in the same room??Pushing his thoughts aside Tommy let his eyes wonder to the golden object next to the now sleeping Techno.The gold shimmerd under the pale illuminating light of the sun.The different colored jewels reflected themselves brightly.

A sneaky idea popped into Tommy's head as he propped himself up and precisely snuck over to the king's desk. Tommy lightly waved his hand infront of Techno's closed eyes to make sure that he did indeed fall asleep and not only taking a small break.Shallow and steady breathing confirmed that the king was in fact sleeping.Tommy tried his best not to break out into a fit of laughter as he continued with his plan.

He grazed his fingers along the heavy jewelry piece and gently took it in his hands.Tommy took a moment to quietly admire the object he was holding.It was heavier than he had imagined it to be but it was definitely screaming power and glory.The blue eyed boy glanced in Techno's direction one more time before quickly walking over to the door and closing it silently behind him.A wide grin tugged at his thin lips once he actually processed what was happening.

Techn-The king's crown was located in his grip.Tommy leaned his back against the desk matching oak door and took in all the details and features of the golden beauty.He noticed a small crack and a missing piece in two different gems.Tommy wondered what situations caused this.He snorted at the thought of Techno doing something as stupid like dropping it or tripping and making it fall.But he simply couldn't accept those facts so instead he imagined him having some sort of epic battle in which he turned out victorious.

"And what exactly are you planning to do with that?"

Tommy jumped at the sudden voice nearly dropping the important object.The younger turned his head to the direction of the familiar voice.His blue eyes landed on none other then musician boy,Wilbur.Tommy rolled his eyes proudly holding the crown infront of him.

"None of your buisness guitar boy-" Tommy retorted already trying to leave the scene.Wilbur on the other hand, was about to stop him but the wish to see the king's reaction to his missing crown would be priceless-

"Whatever you say." Wilbur reassured.Tommy eyed him suspiciously as the older simply shrugged and turned on his heels,Tommy followed his movements but after Wil turned a corner he kept going,the golden head piece safely secured in a tight grip.

~👑~

His dark blue eyes(Fun fact Techno actually said that his eyes are indeed blue but they appear darker in different lightning!)fluttered open,the sun that was slowly disappearing behind the mountain horizons stinging his sight.Techno shut his eyes once again,this time not peacefully like he did before but reflexively and annoyingly. He adjusted his vision to the bright star and yawned loudly. His eyes fell apon the mess of books and papers on his desk where he just rose his head of.He cringed as he remembered how he fell asleep even though he didn't finish all of it.Techno's eyes scanned the room once his mind registered that Tommy was in his room during all of it.

After finding no signs of the younger in his room the pink haired ruler figured out that Tommy himself must have gotten bored and tired and left to sleep.He sleepily got up and stretched his tired limbs,the sound of him cracking his joints following right behind.That was another bad habit Techno happend to do on a daily basis,and Phil constantly had to remind him that it's unhealthy.

Techno was about to grab his beloved crown and return it where it belongs to put his palm was met with an empty surface.He blinked in disbelief as he clearly remembered that he placed it there before sleep took over.Nervousness washed over him as he started searching for his crown all over his room.Under the desk,on his bookshelves,maybe under the bed aswell?But the golden object was no where to be found- Techno started to panic.Where was it?Did someone steal it?The pink haired king clutched his fists, slamming both of them against the wooden desk making some of the books and papers fall off.

A soft knock on Techno's door made the king snap his head in the direction towards the sound.A small "come in" escaped his mouth as he waited for the person to step foot inside his bedroom.Phil's head poked inside first,he wanted to make sure not to be too hasty around his friend.

"Hey man,just wanted to check up on you."

Techno forced a smile onto his face but the constant thought of his crown being stolen kept him from doing so. Phil noticed his strange behavior and walked over to him. He gently placed his hand on Techno's shoulders and immediately feeling the tension in them.Techno twitched slightly at the sudden contact of another person but didn't make any movements to stop Phil from touching him.

"You okay man?There is so much tension in your shoulders"

Techno looked at Phil with frustrated eyes:"My crown is gone,someone stole my crown Phil."He made sure to clarify the part about it being stolen specifically.Phil blinked in suprised as he took in what his best friend just told him.

"Was there somebody else in the room with you when you took it off?"Phil questioned already preparing to set off and look for the thief.Both Techno and he were going to make them pay for stealing the crown of the king.Techno shook his head:"I'm pretty sure that no one except Tommy was in the roo-"He stopped mid sentence,eyes widening.The angry king threw on his crimson cloak with the faux white fur decorating it.Phil watched with confusion but also interest as he slowly caught on to where Techno was heading.

"You don't actually believe Tommy stole it do you?" Phil asked his best friend as they walked side by side through the castle halls.Techno's stern gaze was focused infront of him,but he still answered Phil's question while the older laughed at the thought of Tommy stealing Techno's crown. He has to admit,he would be pretty impressed if the younger boy actually managed to pull that off without Techno killing him,which Techno would obviously never even attempt but still,pretty funny to think about.

"Who else is stupid enough to do something like that Phil?"

Phil's laughter came to a stop when he realized that Techno might be right about this situation. "Holy shit you might be right about this-" Phil muttered in amusement.Techno only rolled his eyes gathering around a few of his royal guards, including Phil,and made sure to tell them that they need to start a carriage to take him down town,becouse Techno already had a pretty good feeling where Tommy might have went to brag about it.

~👑~

"Holy fuck!How did you manage to get that thing!?"

"Tommy this is insane!How did you get you hands on it!?"

"Did you actually sneak in the castle or some shit like that?"

"The king probably wants you with a bounty on your head-"

Tommy only smirked,gladly welcoming all of the compliments and awestruck questions coming his way.On top of his head he proudly presented the king's crown,his pride and joy that Tommy managed to steal.He knew very well though that if Techno finds out he could only hope and pray that he stays alive long enough to explain himself.A shudder ran down his spine as he was't interested in dealing with a mad King Blade.He never saw him truly angry,but his stolen crown is properly a good reason for it to happen.

"Guys guys,please one after another!I'll answer all of your questions gladly!"

Tommy wanted to carry on with his attention shower but he only received terrified expressions and silence.

"Guys?Hellooooo?" He waved his hands infront of their faces,but their eyes were focused on something apparently more coller than the king's crown.Tommy's best friend Toby stepped slightly forward grabbing the blond boy by his shoulders and turning him around.

Tommy found himself staying perfectly still.His muscles tensed and his heart started to pound,it felt as it was about to burst out of his chest.He swallowed hard and released a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding in.His trembling hands slowly wandered to his mop of blond fluff and he lightly removed the golden object away from it.He chuckled nervously as he felt the scary glare coming from the pink haired royalty.Techno stood now infront of the blond boy tapping his foot on the dusty ground impatiently. His hands were crossed over his chest and his brows were furrowed together.His eyes glued themselves onto Tommy, more precisely the golden crown in his hands.

Phil stood next to Techno shaking his head amused at the clearly awkward and scary tension between the two men.All the other guards stood a few feet away next to carriage watching and waiting patiently for their king to make his next move or atleast to let out a few words Techno watched Tommy twirl his foot into the dirty ground avoiding his gaze.The king lightly shook his head at the immature acts of Tommy but then again he was only sixteen years young and had alot to learn and witness for him to decide the correct decisions.

"Tommy." Techno warned,his deep and raspy voice dangerously low.Tommy shivered at the scary tone the king used on him.His pale blue eyes locked with Techno's deep blue ones."Technoo!How's it going buddy!How did you sleep?" Tommy questioned the elder with a crooked grin. All of Tommy's friends watched in horror at the way he addressed the king himself so nonchalantly by his birth name.They kept telling him to apologize if he doesn't wanna end up six feet under or even worse,and the fact that he was still holding his crown made it even worse.

Tommy quickly turned to his friends reassuring them that he's "got this" and "no need to worry".Techno still waited for Tommy to make the first move and step closer,but it was very clear that the poor boy was afraid to move,but he somehow still had the guts to talk so casually with him but that didn't really bother Techno since he allowed Tommy to talk to him in that way.The pink haired man sighed,pinching the bridge of his nose together."Tommy if you give me the crown now I'll let you of the hook,okay?" Techno smirked.

Tommy's eyes widened and he cautiously eyed him up and down while carefully taking a few steps towards the king. He was now standing directly infront of Techno with him towering atleast 2 heads over him.Techno held out his hand while Tommy shamefully handed over the golden crown. Techno smiled happily as he admired the crown now back in his hands.He trailed over all the cracks and jewels relaxing after receiving it back the way he remembered it.

Tommy looked at the ground still managing to catch as Techno excitingly placed the crown on his pink hair.The king's chest rose proudly at the feeling of his power sign. Tommy internally rolled his eyes becouse he knew that doing that would ruin the atmosphere even more.Phil only continued to watch them fully caught up by the amusement that he didn't notice the king smacking Tommy at the back of his head causing the younger to yelp.

"What in the world were you thinking?!" Techno asked him seriously upset.Tommy rubbed his aching neck from the hard slap on it.He shrugged and explained that he wanted to show it off to his friends.Techno could have already figured that the reason behind the things Tommy does are usually brainless and simple.He sighed and whispered something to Phil.Phil laughed lightly and nodded.He turned to his coworkers and shouted that they should get the horses ready to carry them back to the castle.Phil patted Techno on the shoulder and winked at Tommy while he walked over to the carriage and stepped inside.

Everyone was waiting for Techno and Tommy to return so they could get going,which didn't take long.Tommy excused himself from his friends and started walking towards the vehicle,Techno following suit.All the kids watched in shock as Tommy carelessly jumped in the carriage and talked to the guards.Toby waved at him as the horses started moving yelling to Tommy that he should visit them again tomorrow.Tommy frinned widely yelling back that he totally will.

The ride back to the castle was like always.Techno couldn't stay mad at Tommy for long.Like I said(I just broke the fourth wall upps-)he has a soft spot for children.And since he has a special bond with Tommy and treats him as his own son he can't act the way his father did with him.Techno made Tommy promise him to ask for his permission before he took the crown and that he could only wear it around the castle and not through the whole tavern.Tommy happily agreed to the rules and pinky promised him to always ask Techno for the golden piece of jewelry before taking it.

The king,the gaurd and the misfit all carried on with their conversations,mostly just Tommy ranting on about his day and how he was shocked at the amount of focus ability has even due to him having adhd.Techno would tease Tommy back always coming up with a great comeback which made Phil laugh hysterically.Tommy couldn't help the smile on his face even if the teasing comeback was for him.His blue eyes lit up once he saw the crown restored on his original owners head.It was as if the crown was ment for his head. Tommy looked out the carriage window quietly listening to the running hooves of the horses and the chatter between the king and his guard.

The only thing on the crown that Tommy left behind were now his golden fingertips.

THIS TOOK WAAAAAY TO LONG!But It was definitely worth it!I hope you guys enjoyed this little one shot I wrote!Like I said I'm currently working on the first official chapter of the fanfic so this was only a little side project.The chapter release will probably take a while since my family and I just moved houses and we are still pretty busy!!👑☀️ I'll do my best though and keep you updated!!Love u <3

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salmonthestoryteller · 3 years

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Shannara Chronicles

So I finished both seasons of the Shannara Chronicles. Love season 1, mixed feelings on season 2. Spoilers ahead!

I did grow up reading the books, but it’s been forever since I read them. So overall that didn’t affect most of my opinions on the show. My one exception is I love Flick, and was unhappy about his lack of screen time or mention in season 1. I was super salty about Eventine not being the one to tell Wil that Flick fought in the war.

I was watching the episode going: “Wow, Eventine, you hear the name Ohmsford and don’t even ask about the man who went behind enemy lines to save your sorry ass during the war?? Wth, dude. Not cool.”

So I actually did appreciate getting more Flick in season 2, and Wil finally learning his uncle had fought in the war. The scenes between Bandon and Flick were well done, and even his death worked for me. Because Flick fought a war to stop the Warlock Lord, watched his beloved brother lose his mind after that war, and there was no way he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to prevent his return.

I will also say, I do feel that Bandon should have said “Flick was right”, not “Allanon was right” in his final scene. Not just because I’m a Flick fangirl, either. Flick was the last person to try to reach out to Bandon emotionally. I also would have accepted “Wil was right.” Because Wil was his friend in season one, so if he’s going to think about who he should have listened to in the end, it should have been the people who did try their best to help him and show they cared. And the facts are, Allanon never showed Bandon he truly cared. He admitted himself that this situation existed because he pushed Bandon too hard and didn’t think of what was best for him. Because he treated him like a tool to use and not a person. So I’m not fond of them giving Allanon that moment. It’s understandable Bandon wouldn’t want to listen to Allanon. But he should have listened to Wil and/or Flick. And that’s what he should have said when facing the truth.

I actually ended up liking Eretia/Wil/Amberle in season one. It starts out and you're like - oh, god another love triangle. And by the time they’re reaching Safehold, you're like - holy shit. Not a love triangle. This is totally poly, and I’m down for it. Of course, then Amberle becomes a tree, so… But I felt like it was still addressed in season 2. Wil is jealous that Amberle talked to Eretia and didn’t talk to him, Eretia calls out Mareth on her feelings for Wil while admitting she knows what it’s like to love him. The year apart has led Wil and Eretia on different paths and to different people, but they don’t write off their history, or their shared love of Amberle.

Okay, just insert all the squeeing about the Eretria/Lyria romance in season 2 here. Because it’s gorgeous. Their fights are understandable, but not for a moment do you not think they aren’t in love through every moment of it. I just wish they’d let Eretia keep Lyria’s ring. It’s made more than obvious she will return to her, so why have her return the ring? I am so disappointed in that choice.

On the flipside, what the heck was with the Ander/Catania romance in season 2? It made no sense. It did nothing for the plot. Let’s be serious here. Given that Catania was with Bandon in season 1 - is the very reason he is on the loose - and is probably a little traumatized over her boyfriend turning evil, and the love of Ander’s life - Diane, the woman he pined over for ten years, remember her? - just died last year, the idea that they suddenly fell so madly in love Ander would consider giving up a marriage of alliance for Catania is ridiculous.

Not to mention that Catania is killed so quickly it barely matters that they’re together anyway. On that note, why did we have to kill Catania exactly? It felt so pointless to murder her. I really hate deaths that are just for drama and not for plot. And before anyone says “they had to stop her from giving Eretia’s message to Ander”: So Edian had the chance to kidnap the woman the King of the Elves is supposed to be in love with to use as a hostage against him - which would make way more tactical sense - but chose to just kill her and offer a lame excuse even Ander didn’t believe? With geniuses like this as spies and leaders, it’s a wonder The Crimson is succeeding at anything.

Sorry, but the whole Ander/Catania thing felt like it was there because

“Women and Men can’t be friends”

“We can’t have the only couple kissing in season 2 be w/w”

And nobody is ever gonna convince me those aren’t the backwards opinions that made the writers put them together in season 2, as opposed to just having her be a friend and advisor. Ander could have hesitated over the marriage cuz he still isn’t over Diane’s death and Catania could have been like, “She’d understand. She’d want you to put our people first.” And they could have kidnapped her instead of killing her and then that would explain her presence in the Crimson stronghold when Bandon took over, rather than having the Warlock Lord raise her from the dead. Edian could still have given the excuse, “Catania left cuz she disapproved of the marriage.” And Ander could still have frozen and been like, “Wait, what? She encouraged me to accept the marriage.” Almost nothing would have changed by them not being a romance and not killing Catania. (Twice at that.)

(They could also have also just… not killed Diane in season one. Just saying…)

On the note of deaths that make no sense. Let’s talk about having Ander survive the battle against Dagda Mor, witness the death of pretty much his entire family and the woman he loved, only to have him killed in season two by an antagonist who dies an episode later. Purely for drama and audience pain. Not because it makes one spit of sense for the story.

Remember how Slanter only agrees to the alliance in season one because of Ander? Because Ander was willing to let him out of the prison he’d been kept in. To make the choice as a king that, despite Slanter killing the brother he loved so much, if he wanted this alliance - then he needed Slanter. He also was willing to respect Slanter’s culture when they found the dead gnomes. If Eventine had still been in charge, Slanter would have told him to go eff himself for asking for their help, but Ander had shown Slanter he had more depth and understanding and Slanter was willing to risk his people on him being the man he hoped he was. The evolution of their alliance and tentative friendship was a great story. And then they threw it away for what?

If they killed Ander so Eretia and Lyria could be together, first Ander already knew Lyria loved Eretia and this was strictly a political marriage so he wasn’t in the way in the first place. Second, they still didn’t end the season with them together, so what was the point?

The elven-gnome alliance exists for exactly two reasons and their names are Slanter and Ander. It is not going to hold with Ander dead. For that matter, the alliance with Leah will probably not hold with him dead either. Lyria is the daughter of the woman responsible for the death of the last known (Cuz nobody knows about Mareth) member of the elven royal family. (Queen Tamlin is a fascinating and complex character, but the truth remains Ander is dead because of her machinations). In a world that has been set up as misogynistic from episode one (Amberle wasn’t supposed to run the Gauntlet because she was a girl ringing any bells?) there is no way Lyria would be able to keep the peace under these circumstances. Not because she wouldn’t be a good queen, but because she was just handed a political nightmare.

That’s before considering that part of Ander’s story both in season one and the struggle with the Crimson in season 2 is because he had spent the last ten years avoiding his duties. He wasn’t taken seriously as king because of that. Um… Lyria has the same issue. She literally was “missing” for the last year and has a history of running away. She’s going to have the same struggles Ander had in getting her people to put their faith in her, let alone other kingdom’s people. Realistically, someone would rise up, seize the throne in Arborlon - probably go for Leah first before attacking the gnomes. Or possibly vice versa. Even if Ander had lived, he and Lyria would have still had a giant mess on their hands - killing him only makes this “Yay, party, everyone’s going to stick to the alliance this time” ending feel super unrealistic. Sigh.

In a lot of ways it would have made more sense to have the Crimson’s defeat be the end of season 2 and Bandon resurrect the Warlock Lord in the finale. Not bring the Warlock Lord back for - what? 2 episodes and defeat him? It made him look really weak by comparison to Dagda Mor, and that was a bit of a disappointment for me. He’s the Warlock Lord. His defeat should have taken a whole season. I guess considering we won’t get a season 3, I get why they made sure to wrap it up in season 2. At the same time though it feels rushed after the build up.

All and all, I still enjoyed the show a lot. And I would have come back for a third season if we’d gotten one.

#meta #salmon rants #the shannara chronicles

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teabooksandsweets · 5 years

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Soooooooo.... enough talk about cgi and costumes and fat jokes. What I want is............... FACTS. I want more ~imfortmation~!!!!!!!!! I want all the knowlegde!

Soooo, what else is going on? I HAVE QUESTIIONS!!! No complaints this time! No praise either!!!! Just pure plain curiousity combined with a dash of dread and a great lot of excitement, because here me out

MY FAVOURITE MUSICAL IS GOING TO HAVE A MOVIE THIS YEAR

AND SOME OF IT LOOKS HORRIBLE

AND SOME OF IT LOOKS AWESOME

AND I DON’T EVEN CARE ANYMORE BECAUSE THERE’S SO MANY STAGE PRODUCTIONS WITH COSTUMES I DON’T REALLY LIKE AND WITH INDIVIDUAL ACTORS I DON’T FIND A GOOD FIT AND MANY EVEN HAVE THE WRONG CHOREOGRAPHY (LIKE THIS ONE) AND THEN DON’T FORGET HIP HOP TUGGER (OR BETTER DO) SO THIS WILL JUST BE ANOTHER ONE AND I WILL LOVE IT ANYWAY

So now my questions (cause Jellicles ask because Jellicles dare...)

Dame Judi Dench is going to play Old Deuteronomy. That’s cool. I love her, she deserves to finally be in CATS, and this role is absolutely adequate. Grizabella and Jennyanydots didn’t bring her any luck, and I don’t see another that would fit. But the old, wise, beloved tribe leader? Perfect. Superb. But! Old Deuteronomy is a tomcat. I personally don’t mind in the least that he is going to be played by a woman. Or she, in this case? That’s my first question, no my first few questions: Is Old Deuteronomy a queen now, or more of a breeches role for Dame Judi? By the looks of the trailer, I assume the first. Are the lyrics of his - her - song changed? Did she survive many wives? or husbands? Or both? Is she still everybody’s great ancestor? Is she everybody’s mom? Is she a lesbian cat with endless babies?????????? I love every single possibility, don’t worry. I’m just curious!!!

Is this about Victoria now? Victoria is an important character, but it’s not like she’s always in the center of attention. She has her solo. Then her first time pas de deux. Then she accepts... oh, no, spoiler! Anyway, what is going to happen with her in the movie??? And why does it seem like she’s the sort of fallen-down-the-rabbit hole kind of ~normal~ outsider who’s lead through that wonderland by its crazy natives? Making her always beside the center of attention, rather than a normal acting ensemble character. It’s just a bit weird to me.

Also (this is a note, not a question, but I am going to word it as a question) I love that they actually cast an actual ballerina for her, but I do wonder - was it a good idea to suddenly expand her character to an acting role in the classical sense?

Where are Jemima and Sillabub? Why are there both of them? Who’s going to be the, you know, the one? Is she still going to be the most wonderful of them all? I need to know for personal reasons!!!

Are they making Victoria and Misto a couple? I hc them as siblings. I ship Misto and Jemima, because reasons. And Victoria and Plato because I love the 1997 video and they do it dance the pas de deux. There’s no exact canon, and I have no rational reason to complain. However, I never have any big shipping opinions or anything like that on anything, and I never participate when all of that drama breaks out over whatever thing is being hyped, so... I don’t know, I guess this is where all my pent up ship feelings are coming out or something. Let me have an opinion about fictional relationships for once! Let it be about anthro cats!

Why is Bustopher Jones like that? I said no! No fat joke related comments and that includes Bustopher and Jennyanydots!

Why did Jennyanydots what she did?

So.... they are including Growltiger’s Last Stand. That’s amazing. I know there’s complaints, because of racism and such, but seriously, it’s a pity it wasn’t in the old film, and I think it would look amazing in a proper movie. I wish The Awful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles and Growltiger’s Last Stand would just be used as in old tradition at the same time, and not just one instead of the other. And I don’t care if the character Growltiger is racist - he’s a fictional character in-universe, from a play-within-a-play, and he’s generally supposed to be an unlikable and rather dubious character. It’s not like the song is promoting a racist message, it’s simply acknowledging that someone happens to be a racist. The logic of “if you portray the existence of racism you’re racist” never made sense to me, and also, it’s an 80 year old poem about a pirate cat hating siamese cats. What I do wonder is - will Ian McKellen do that part? I mean, he is Gus after all. And with the movie technology, Growltiger wouldn’t be too exhausting I suppose. It’s all “lightened” for the non-musical actors anyway, so his age wouldn’t be a big deal.

Also... will the Battle happen? Will there be a Rumpus Cat?

Are Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer the two people holding Victoria’s hands? Did they become side characters... in their own song?

Why is Munkustrap so shy and in the background and close to Victoria?

Why do they talk?

Will there be another plot aside from the actual plot of CATS?

What was the big deal with running in the streets and being locked behind a gate?

Since Taylor Swift is getting her own new song, does that mean we have a chance that Macavity will continue to be a duet?

Do we get more information about Macavity?

Will they actually do the big mistake of adding mainstream animated movie silliness and instead removing the actual typical CATS silliness?

Will Tugger be a rockstar? Or will he be a rapper?

Will Demeter be a completely reduced character or will she actually be properly included? Are she and Munkustrap a couple?

Will the songs be portrayed in CATS style? I mean, that funky, eclectic, jazzy style or will it be re-arranged for more mainstream taste?

Why is Grizabella so... young?

Will there be a fancy intro using the ouverture music?

Will the Jellicle Ball be as it should be? (I mean, yeah, it wil be without the proper choreography, but what about its other aspects?)

Will Taylor Swift’s song actually fit the style of the musical or is it going to be entirely out of place?

Will there be conjuring turns?

Will there be a cute little cat-made railway?

Will we actually see the junkyard? And the full moon?

#cats #cats the musical #cats the movie #cats movie #cats 2019 #musical theatre

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i’m back.

hi mare! hope you’re doin alright <3

I dont know if youve ever seen buzzfeed unsolved true crime/supernatural so you might not understand this but every time i write one of these i feel like ryan bergara when he’s about to open up the folder to explain the case/location and he says “lets get into it” like thats me im ryan welcome to buzzfeed unsolved lets get into this case

i thought i would start by saying we’re 14 chapters into this fic and even though i always know its going to happen beforehand, every time you update cs i literally feel like one of my favorite published authors just released a new book. it brings me so much joy

I really really enjoyed how you wrote the dissociation stuff with ranboo. I resonate with all of it so much. the back and forth and constantly having to work through things to prove to yourself that whatever you have to do is something that you actually have to do but then forgetting what you’re trying to work through and thinking of something else that’s way too distressing only to loop back around to the first thought you had is so accurate. I’ve been thinking about that part a lot today and just wanted to add that even though that’s just how cs!ranboo is, representation like that means so much to me and makes me feel a bit less crazy when i have days like that :)

holy shit the entire part with the brothers and ranboo was so fucking funny like i was dying oh my god. here are some of my favorite parts:

“Meaning that they locked Techno outside.

He can handle it.”

mare how does it feel to be the funniest person alive?

“I would like a bit of quiet, I will admit,” Niki says.

Wilbur exhales sadly. “Niki hates me. Niki wants me dead.”

“That wouldn’t be a real shocker, I’ll be honest,” Techno points out nonchalantly.

“Fuck you, Technoblade.”

“Thanks, Wilbur.”

“How is your day going today, Tommy?” Tubbo asks.

“Well, you see,” Tommy perks up, a grin starting across his face, “I’ve been thinking about murder recently-”

“Oh, come on!” Ranboo says from the front, making Wilbur and Tubbo laugh.

In both of these parts i can literally hear each of their voices in my head reading this

“Ranboo came from the goo.”

what the hell does this mean?? i’m still not entirely sure but god this bit was so funny, i dont know how you come up with this shit but i imagine the spirit of c!tommy possesses you and just hands you lines for cs!tommy, its incredible.

“Tommy, don’t call Ranboo a pussy,” Wilbur scolds.

“Wilbur, you’re a pussy,” Tommy responds.

Wilbur nods. “I don’t know what I was expecting, honestly.”

Tommy pouts. “Awh, don’t say that all- all disappointed, Wil, now I’m hurt!”

if you told me they had this conversation irl i would believe you. also they’re brothers and i love them

I won’t include the excerpt here it but the mcr bit was so funny i loved it very much

anyway now that ive included way too many quotes, moving on!

I have no idea whats going on with dream or where that whole thing is going to go storywise but i hate him, wish i could step on him and crush him with my shoe like a bug <3

I know i already included so many lines from the actual fic but these two are my actual favorites.

“And he can feel normal. And he can be normal. And he can be loved.

Even if everything he works for and everything he’s become defies that very concept. Even if it’s an effort in the futile.”

hi yes cs!ranboo means so much to me, not because i’m just like him (lie) but because he just does. I am holding him so gently. he deserves the whole entire world.

thats all for this chapter!

you likely don’t need this reminder but i’ll include it anyway, remember to take care of yourself, drink some water, take breaks, and rest when you need to :]

i’m looking forward to the next chapter as always :D

liv the beloved /p hello :D

HELP THAT'S SO FUNNY 😭LIV RYAN BERGARA REAL???? HELPPP

that's the sweetest thing ever what the literal hell that's so nice??? thank you so much i'm so glad that my silly little fanfiction can spark joy :D means everything to me tbh

i keep replying to comments rambling about this so i will restrain myself BUT dissociation is such a fascinating thing to write and i've found it very complicated and delicate, but also cathartic and almost second-nature to write simultaneously. i'm really happy to hear that it resonated with people and that they found it accurate, and am especially glad to hear it made you feel represented! for the reassure that it gives, cs!ranboo struggles dissociation very frequently but he has people (especially after the events of cough syrup) there who want to reassure and try to ground him, and he's not made any less unlovable for his struggles with derealization. <3

TECHNO BEING LOCKED OUTSIDE IS MY FAVORITE THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN HANDS DOWN like it's at LEAST top 5 cough syrup moments. i love it so much. the mental image is unbelivably potent to me.

somehow i can usually hear everyone's voices like in my head as i write their dialogue but i've recently found that sometimes cs!ranboo just doesn't sound like c!ranboo??? i don't know why that is. it's not even really a matter of me writing ooc dialogue i don't think, i feel like if that were the case i would have been told about that and everything but like. no i just forget what he sounds like i guess anyway

don't worry! i don't get the goo either!

they are literally brothers i . them <333333

people enjoying the mcr bit makes all my pain worth it

now i can't promise that cs!dream gets canotically squished by a massive shoe but i do know that i wish that were the case personally

i'll be honest liv i. those lines you quoted. i wrote them, like, as i was editing because i hated the ending lines i used. so i am SO GLAD that you liked them because those were a complete fucking gamble.

he DOES deserve the entire world WHY do i TORMENT HIM!!! god bless he'll be happy some day i just. gotta hurt him a lil yknow gotta rough him up and everything. that's a lie i don't technically have to do that but it is for plot purposes but also i do want to put him in a blanket and kiss his forehead and all that.

ugh you're literally the nicest thank you so much i will do that :D so so happy to hear you liked this one!!!

#nightmare.ask #nightmare.cough-syrup #liv tag <3 #cough syrup spoilers #long post

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Part 33 - Truth

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Your POV...

"Let's make some rules, before I start. Okay ?", I asked them all.

They all nodded.

"Okay rule number 1: Don't freak out. Number 2: Laufey...don't hide your emotions. We are all showing our emotions. Number 3: Nobody attacks somebody, except me. Number 4: Do not interrupt me, while I tell. Number 5: Don't start a war, because of it. Got it ?"

They all nodded. I sighed again.

"I will need to make a little catch up here, before I start my story...or else no one except Laufey and me will know about what we're talking about. Are you, Laufey, okay with that ?"

"I am."

"Okay...So about what we talk about is a little...complicated. You all know about the war in Jotunheim and that the Asgardians took the casket away from them. But did you ever knew Laufeys actual intentions ? The answer is no. You don't. I was alive once. I lived in Asgard and was a General. Odin never told you about me, because I didn't want him to. I came back 3 times already. Which means that I died 3 times also. One was against the Dark Elves, next was Hela and last was Jotunheim. Anyway, I was with Laufey’s Father best friends and so with Laufey later too. I knew his actual, true intensions. He was having a baby in about 3 weeks. 60% of this god for saken planet is filled with monsters and beasts. So Jotunheim was pretty small actually. The Jotuns didn't really had much land to have much food and needed to starve. Women and kids got food, pregnant ones the most. Laufey was worried about his son. He would die at young age. I tried to find a solution...but found none. One day Odin planned to attack Laufey and take away the casket. And now...things get complicated...", I said.

I looked at Laufey, who looked at me confused as fuck.

"Odin didn't take your son away from you, Laufey. He didn't even planned it. It was...me."

I looked down.

"What ?!"

"Before you hate me, let me finish. It will make sense, I promise."

He sat back down.

"Then go on."

I nodded.

"I knew it will be painful, but it was the only way to safe him. I had a vision, where your son died at the age of 5 years, Laufey. The only way to safe him was to take him away. I was writing a letter, because I knew also, that no matter what I would try, I will get killed and I can't avoid it. In the letter stood:

'Dear Odin,

My King, if you go deeper into the temple, you will find something special. It is little and blue. Take it with you, please. It is such an innocent little sweet thing. Take it with you and raise it like your own. But please... when it is 6 or 7 years old, tell it the truth. Tell it, it is a Jotun. This is my last living wish of you. Please don't make me sad. Do this little thing a favour and take it with you. I will miss you all, but I hope I wil return one day.

~ Your beloved General

~ Destiny Andrea Dust ~'

I knew it was a bad thing but I had to do it. I went then to Frigga and told her my plan, she agreed and helped me, after I begged her to help me and your son."

I saw Laufey, letting tears fall down his face. I frowned and looked down.

"You don't need to cry. I am not finished yet. After I died, I came back, but didn't remember my previous lives before. As I was 5 years old I lost my parents and met your 6 year old son, the first time in my whole life. He is one week older than me. As he was eight years old and I was still seven I got banished. Some bad guys wanted your son, but I refused to kidnap him. Then I landed on Jotunheim. I found out that your son was a Jotun, he looks like an Asgardian. I was shocked as you told me about you and having a son. I just then put the pieces together, but I couldn't tell you, because I was scared that you will do something you may regret later. And after 342 years he came to Jotunheim. He is still alive, and he is here again, Laufey. He is well and healthy."

"Then who is my Son ?"

"His name is...Thor."

He stared at me in shock. I slowly smiled and giggled.

"Just joking. Your Son is Loki. Loki Odinson is in reality Loki Laufeyson. The pale skin was one hint, then the fact of some hot stuff, he didn't like hot things much. It burned him easily. And his skin is always cool."

He stood up, went to Loki and stared at him. He stretched his hand out to Loki and he grabbed Laufey's hand. It immediately turned blue. Laufey gasped and looked at the markings, he traced with his fingers along them. He hugged him tightly.

"I thought he killed you.... I thought I really messed up...", he whispered.

"There is the problem, Laufey. Odin told everyone that Frost Giants are monsters. Loki is confused of who he is now. He hates himself as Jotun."

Laufey let go of him.

"Odin is such a liar. But...Loki can chose who and what he wants to be. I will hold back my selfish needs. He can make a choice. He can be Asgardian, Jotun or both. I can show him what Jotuns can do. I could at least try to repair some damage.", he said.

"I have one more thing..."

"What is it ?"

"I start an alliance. I need Jotunheim. I need you, Laufey. I am planning on getting Odin out of the throne. He isn't trustworthy. He didn't change one bit."

Laufey scoffed.

"When did he ever even try to change ?"

"I...I don't know..."

"That's what I thought."

"Hold on.", Thor and Loki both said.

We turned around and they looked at me, I nodded.

"You may speak.", I said softly.

"What did you mean with change ? What is the big deal that you need to kill father ?", Thor asked with Mjolnir in his hand.

"We should tell him, Dest.", Laufey said.

I sighed.

"Thor please sit down. We will explain."

He nodded and sat down again. Laufey started...

"Your father, Odin, is the true Monster. Before he played like 'I am the almighty Odin, protector of all Nine Realms', where you see he does a marvelous job in it too, he was the one who always started war and caused death. He had a weapon, he created it. Her name was Hela and he turned that innocent girl into a freak. A person who just caused chaos too. She was always at Odin's side. She and him killed just for fun."

"And as Frigga was fed up with him, she told him to stop or she will leave him. At first he didn't believe her and laughed, but as she packed her things... he realized that this wasn't a joke and he promised her to stop. But sadly someone didn't want to stop and that was...", I continued.

"Odin's little creation. He couldn't stop Hela. She was a psycho. She killed everything and everyone in her way, even the Valkyries. Not one survived. Hela killed them all without blinking even once.", he told with disgust in his voice.

"Somehow we managed to get her and Odin banned her to exile. She is just sitting and waiting. That's all she needs to do until she can get out."

"We all hated Asgard for that and even wanted Odin to give up the throne. But he refused. Since then Jotun and Asgardian aren't really close friends anymore, but Odin let Destiny still visit me. Like she was a part of some kind of truce.", Laufey said angry.

"After Frigga was pregnant with you, Thor, Odin changed a little. At least I thought so. But he was, or better still is, after something else.", I told them.

"And that is ?", Thor asked a little bit scared.

"Never heard of the Infinity Stones ?", Laufey asked.

I elbowed him.

"Ow.", he said.

"You should have shut your mouth.", I hissed at him.

"Sorry couldn't hold myself."

"Pardon me but...what are the 'Infinity Stones' if I may ask ?", Loki asked.

"Oohhh. Destiny you didn't teach him ? Well you're mean ! He is my son, he needs to know !", Laufey said.

I sighed. Again.

"Alright I will tell you. But stay put."

Part 34

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logan-are-you-okay · 6 years

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Anniversary to hospital

(Darkistache fanfic)

To celebrate the eight month anniversary of the first airing of Markiplier TV, Wilford decided to do an amazing public stunt to perform at the end of the episode. However, it did not end correctly...

Wilford got a random civilian from off the street to help him perform the amazing stunt while the Jim twins commentated and recorded. The civilian that he picked wasn’t careful. Thankfully he didn’t get hurt, but Wilford did. The man that they picked ran away fast once it went wrong to avoid law suits or anything like that. Quickly, one of the Jim twins called the police while the other called the other egos to tell them to meet at the hospital. Wilford was able to make it to the hospital soundly, but he flat lined twice while in the ambulance.

Once they were able to get to the hospital, they quickly rushed him into a back room while the Jim’s waited for the others to arrive. Once they started rolling in, they did the best they could to explain what happened.

Usually this wouldn’t be a big deal. Wilford always got hurt performing a big finale for the show... but this was the first time he’s ever flatlined. The oldest Jim told Bing, Bim Trimmer, Kink, Chef Iplier, and the weird white supper hero dude (Can’t think of his name) about what happened. The other Jim told Google, host, author, and Dr. Iplier.

Even some of Jack’s egos came by for moral support.

The only ones yet to arrive where yandere and Darkiplier. While they waited to

Be able to visit Wilford, they didn’t know that he flatlined trice more. Once they where allowed back, Bing and google went back first. They calculated that for everyone to say goodbyes or whatever they wanted would take 5.26 minutes. Then people would take long or shorter than that, but that was the average time generated. Well, Google calculated it. Bing just agreed to sound smart. One by one the egos came back into the room, only allowing three at a time to come back. However, When Dark came in, everything changed. It was almost as his mere presents changed the atmosphere around. There wasn’t any emotion expressed on his face, just a plain grey slate with his raven black hair dripping in front of his eyes, but the others could tell that he was in pain and worry. There has been an unspoken thing between the two for as long as they’ve both been around. Which has almost been since the very beginning. It just becomes more apparent when certain things happen like this.

Dark asked where Wilford was, so they told him and he went on his way. When he got to the room, the egos that where in there Chef Iplier and Dr. Iplier immediately left.

As the doors closed behind him, he didn’t move. He just looked down at his beloved friend that he has known since they were children playing at Markiplier manner. Dark still maintained his composure and manners as he walked over to the side of the bed and looked longingly at Wilfords closed eyes, and untrimmed bright pink mustache. He moved with grace and softly, almost as if it would have been rude if he made a sound at all. He sighed, why did Wilford have to be the one who made him feel anything but anger and determination to take over and gain control from Mark.

As doctors walked by the room, they didn’t think twice about Dark. They just assumed he was at a party that he went full out on by adding affects to his costume. But sure enough, that wasn’t what Dark was. He wasn’t just some party trick for people. He was created from the worst two things that could ever happen to someone.

Dark takes a small step closer to Wilford, and gently between his two finger tips grabs a strand of Wilford’s hair, and rubs then together. How could this broken soul with such life and color be able to fill an empty hole inside of his chest?

Dark: “Wilford... life isn’t the manner. In real life you can die and not come back.”

He knew that if Wilford was awake he would have rebutdtaled saying that you never really die. It’s just an illusion and you’ll wake up in a couple hours or something like that. Never has Dark ever yearned for a slur sentenced from the man laying before him. Dark takes deep breaths, he can’t show weakness. If he ever did, people would use it against him. He’s be mocked, replaced, and his rein of terror would end in the souls of those who fear his name.

Dark: “You’ve been in the hospital thousands of times for this... god damn series Wil. Why can’t you understand that this is killing me more than it’s killing you.... I told you that this show wasn’t going to help in any shape or form.”

Yes, he knew he sounded insensitive to what was going on... but it just happens. He retaliates for not showing the true pain and torture he’s going through. He soon gets tried of standing, so he he sits down on the chair that was conveniently placed right next to the bed. He never wanted to admit it, but just sitting next to Wilford, breathing in his cotton candy aroma always calmed Dark. He always got a sense of peace whenever around him... if Wilford knew what would he say? If he didn’t feel the same way, Dark would probably not care, but deep down... it would feel like he was getting stabbed straight into the heart.

Dark: “Fuck it.”

Dark reaches forward and holds Wilfords limp hand inside of his. If there was any time for him to get away with this without any punishments, this would be the time.

Dark: “You have to fight Wilford. Think about how many people would stop watching the show if you weren’t in it anymore.”

He half expected a chuckling reply to that remark, but nothing was heard. Dark looks around the medical room, this wasn’t the type of place that Wilford should be staying in. It was too white with plain colors. It needed a touch up. He looks over at the walls and cracks his neck to the side. Smoothly the once white walls are covered in different color pink ribbons, yellow paint along the trim of the door, and bright blue paint spots scattered about. It wasn’t Dark’s style by a long shot, but if anyone deserved it, Wilford did. He then looks down at Wilford, and he sees a half smile spreed across his brightly rose colored cheeks. Causing little dimples to form on the sides of his mouth.

Dark didn’t deserve to have someone like Wilford around. Even way back to which he can barley remember, he still felt like The Colonel was way to good for him and Mark. They always found the brightness in the world, they always found a way to make a dull situation to one of the greatest.

Dark: “Wil... you can’t keep doing this. I lie awake almost every night wondering what you are doing. Hoping that the next day that comes you won’t be injured. Wishing that you would check things by me to see what you should or shouldn’t do. I know what’s best for you Wilford... even if you don’t feel like it.”

Dark then suddenly stands up, still holding onto Wilfords hand, not letting it go for a single second. He’s never felt such a burning passion to express himself till this moment. Maybe because he knows what he’s saying won’t reach Wilford Ears.

Dark: “Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me? You are tearing me apart with these stupid emotions that you have shot inside of my soul. I can’t stand it anymore, I just want to grab your stupid pink overalls and kiss you till I can no longer breathe! How are you able to put these emotions inside of me without realizing that I’m crazy for you? If I could have one thing in This world if I couldn’t take over Markiplier it would be you! I’m always so calm and collective around everyone, but once you get in the room it instantly feels hotter. You’re not even going to know any of this when you wake up, but I just need to get it off if my chest. I want you, every single damn fiber of you’re being.”

He then takes a deep breath after letting his heart basically pour out to the unconscious Wilford. Without even a second after, Dark becomes cool and collective. As if nothing before happened, that no time had passed at all. He just needs to do one more thing before he can just blow this all over. He lets go of Wilfords hand, and slides it up his arm and to his right cheek. He looked so peaceful, like nothing could kill his spirits. Dark gathers up his courage, and presses his lips against Wilford’s. He’s wanted to do this for such a long time, and it was better than he ever could have dreamed of.

Suddenly he feels pressure being returned, and slowly pulls away. As he opens his eyes he sees a sleepily awake Wilford with a small smile across his face.

Dark: “Well I guess you’re awake.”

Wilford: “I heard everything.”

Dark: “Fuck You Wil.”

Wilford: “According to your confession, that could mean literal.”

Dark just rolls his eyes playfully, and they both look back at each other suspiciously.

Wilford: “Do you feel like someone’s watching us?”

They both then look right at the door, and there was Bing recording them.

Both: “BING!”

#wilford warfstache #darkiplier #love #hospital #stunt #bingiplier #googleplier #dr. iplier #wkm fanfiction

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chocolatequeennk · 7 years

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Bound by Time: Being a Tale of Hearts Entwined by the Hands of Fate–Told in Three Parts 2/3

Of the Wolf and the Thief, there will be no end.

This was written for @doctorroseprompts Purple Prose Challenge. As such, it is absolutely not meant to be taken seriously. This is just a half-step shy of being crack.

There’s one more part to come after this, sometime this evening.

AO3 | Ch 1

Part the Second: In which the Bad Wolf steps through the walls of the worlds, and the Last Lord of Time learns that though he knows much, he does not know all

A train sped from London to Cardiff, among her passengers a young woman concealing her recognisable blonde hair and face with a hat, the wide brim pulled low over her eyes. Rose Tyler had finally completed her work on the device that would send her home, but one stage of her journey still remained that must be taken on this side of the wall separating her from the Doctor.

The device that would open a portal to take her from whence she had come would only work when paired with the terrifying power of the rift. That unfathomable rip in time and space would open just enough to allow a single living soul to slip through it, like sand through an hourglass. Rose would be that person, the time and space traveller now become one who walks between universes.

Rose opened her mobile phone and gazed wistfully at the pictures of her family. Her precious mum, and Pete, and the tiny baby Tony, and dear, dear Mickey. The only sorrow remaining in her heart stemmed from the knowledge that she had to leave them all behind, never to see them again as long as she traversed this mortal coil. A hot knife of guilt sliced through her when she remembered she had left them nothing more than two white envelopes on her desk, one addressed to her mum and Pete, and the other to Mickey. She knew the sting of her betrayal would not be easily assuaged, but she hoped that when they read her words, they could at least understand in part.

The greatest sorrow of my life will be this simple fact: that I cannot be where I belong, and also be with you. This world, the universe that is home to all of you, is not for me, she’d written to them both. I wish I could see you one last time, hug you and tell you I love you, but I cannot risk the possibility that you would attempt to hold me here. Please, if you truly love me, accept that I have gone back to where I am happiest.

All she took with her of the life she’d lived here was held in the palm of her hand on this mobile phone. Pictures and video would have to satisfy her need to see their faces and hear their voices for the rest of her life, and for a single moment, doubt crept into the heart of Rose. Was this truly the right thing? Could she leave behind these beloved people, who had become even dearer to her in her eight months of exile on this barren world?

Then the train pulled into the station, and the energy of the Rift rippled along Rose’s skin, pulling her home as surely as tug on her heart of home and Doctor, and Rose turned the phone off and put it away, tucked safely in the inner pocket of the blue leather coat that would be her only protection against the might of the rift. This was right. This was all she could do. She could not live in both worlds, and she could not live away from him.

Rose ran the short distance from the train station to the Plass, heedless of the stares she got from perplexed onlookers. Her hat flapped in the wind, then finally flew off away on the sea breeze, leaving her bareheaded. But as Rose positioned herself in the centre of the Plass, she did not care about hats. It belonged in this world; she did not.

With trembling hands, she pulled the Rift Walker out of her pocket and pressed the yellow button. The air swirled around her as the Rift detected the activity, and a moment later, an opening appeared in the space in front of her, drawing gasps from the tourists milling about. Rose took a deep breath and stepping through the opening, feeling it close around her immediately as she rode the wave of the Rift through time and dimensions, focused on one thought and one thought only—she was going home.

oOoOoOoOo

The Doctor pressed his palms to the TARDIS console, glaring at the aquamarine light pulsing in the column of the Time Rotor with all the wounded anger he felt burning in his aching hearts. “Why?” he asked, the word sounding almost sibilant as it was pushed through gritted teeth. “Why must you torment me in this way? You have ever been a wilful, capricious being, prone to going your own way, no matter where I wished you to go, but never before have you purposely brought deeper sorrow upon me. And yet—and yet—in the fortnight since we parted from Donna Noble, some sense of inner malice has driven you to return me, time and again, to all the places in this universe that meant the most in my lost life with my precious Rose.”

He bowed his head and clenched his eyes shut, remembering the visceral shock and agony that had coursed through him when he had stepped back out onto the icy waters of Woman Wept. It had been upon these waves that something in Rose’s sweet smile had given him the first hint that perhaps, one day, she might return the affection that had burned in his hearts for her since the moment he’d taken her hand.

There had been no new beginning waiting for him on New Earth, though the heady aroma of apple grass wafting up from the ground had brought to mind the picture of Rose, smiling up at him with her ever-present teasing tongue, telling him she believed this face to still belong to the man she had once claimed as her Doctor.

The red rocky spires of a planet upon which a forbidden word had once been uttered and freely accepted had stabbed at his hearts, and the cries of the rays soaring overhead had been echoed by his own sobs as he had sank to the ground, holding his head in his hands as he cursed the foolishness that had made him believe, even for a few short months, that the fates of Time would allow him to remain as happy as he was with Rose Tyler by his side.

But their last stop, the place they had just left behind, had cut into him more than any of those places. For his TARDIS, his longest companion, the one who had always looked out for his hearts in the best way she knew how—which, to be absolutely fair, had not always been the way he would have them cared for, but he knew she had done her best—she had taken him to the mirror image of a cursed beach in Norway, the sands upon which his perfect Rose had once stood in another universe as she had found the courage to tell him words they had never spoken.

The Doctor had refused to let his shoes touch the sand, unwilling to taint his trainers with the memories of what had happened on another beach only a few weeks before. He had stood at the door and stared at the horizon where the water met the sky, his hands curled into fists at his sides and his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth still ached. Then he had spun around, slammed the door with a satisfying thud, and stormed up the ramp to rain curses down on the sentient ship who seemed determined to force him to relive his pain for the rest of his lives.

The TARDIS seemed to brush against the edges of his consciousness, perhaps wanting to explain her actions. The Doctor crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the Time Rotor. “Oh, no,” he declared. “I will not allow you to sidle back into my good graces with a few words of apology. This… this nightmare trip down memory lane has been an agony upon my already tormented hearts, and you will feel the fire of my wrath for a bit longer yet, before I am ready to forgive you.”

He felt a prick in his mind, then gasped when the TARDIS pushed her consciousness into his, a bright light flooding his inner sanctum. You will listen, my Thief. These visits—the ones you seem determined to see as punishment, or my heartless actions—have all been for a purpose. There is one last stop on our tour, but I cannot take you there until you are able to connect the pieces and understand what I am telling you. There are some gifts you only earn when you truly believe they can happen.

She left as quickly as she had come, and the Doctor sagged back against the jump seat, his hand to his throbbing temple. There was a reason the Time Lords had never attempted to connect with their TARDISes on that level, and he was experiencing it firsthand.

What lesson could you be attempting to give me? What could I learn from a reminder of all the times I believed the fates would allow me to have a life—a forever even—with my dearest Rose?

The faintest glimmer of an idea crept into the Doctor’s mind, tickling at the edges of his thoughts. Maybe… maybe that was the lesson. To believe he could be with Rose, to have hope even in the darkest of times. And yet…

And how could seeing the one place where I was forced to tell her she could never see me again even come close to saying the same thing?

The TARDIS hummed again, sounding exasperated and utterly fed up with his slow mind. The air flickered, and a hologram of Rose appeared, as she had looked the last time he had seen her, blinking back tears and trying to keep hair contained from the wind blowing along the Norwegian beach.

This translates as Bad Wolf Bay.

The hologram switched abruptly, to an image seared forever into the Doctor’s mind. He would never forget what his Rose had looked like, standing in the doors of the TARDIS, haloed by the light of Time. The way she had stared at him when she had told him that she wanted him safe—her Doctor. The way her skin and eyes had glowed with golden power.

I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words, I scatter them in time and space. A message to lead myself here.

Hope blazed in the Doctor’s hearts, and as he finally accepted that his beloved Bad Wolf had given herself a way to come home to him, the Time Rotor moved as the TARDIS sent herself hurtling through time and space.

They had a Wolf to bring home.

#ficandchips #ten x rose #dwfic #doctorroseprompts #purple prose challenge #cq's fic: bound by time #not gonna try to get the whole title into the tag #this was supposed to be the reunion chapter #but surprise--i got wordy #lol #fic by Nancy

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