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amatchinwater · 1 year

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Picture is my screenshot from the game!!

Tell Me it's Gonna be Okay

Pairing: Ereloy

Characters: Aloy, Erend, Zo (mentioned), Varl (mentioned), Beta (mentioned)

Warnings: feelings of anxiety, painful memories, hfw spoilers!

Words: 1817

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Fresh air unobscured by the crumbling, decrepit walls of Tilda’s mansion brushes against Aloy’s face. The Nora wishes that the cool breeze from the ocean did anything to quell the burning rage inside of her. Stopped the sickening sadness leeching her heart. No matter how miniscule of a change, she’d welcome it. Because right now, Aloy feels seconds away from a panic attack.

She dispatches the machines around Tilda’s place with precision. Ease fueled by the fire and sorrow in her veins. Power she knows good and well that she possesses proved fruitless against the Zeniths. And Varl paid the price.

Varl.

Aloy’s heart throbs in her chest, the memory of what was basically her best friend being murdered right before her eyes. GAIA and her sister kidnapped while the Nora lay helpless by the override. Not even whilst a literal outcast did Aloy feel as helpless as she did in Gemini.

She promised Beta’s safety.

Assured Zo that Varl would come back.

Aloy never wanted any of this to happen. Not because of her. Never because of her.

She didn’t even realize she'd crumbled to the ground until her knees grew damp from a puddle. Aloy taps her focus, desperately needing to hear his voice. “E-Erend? You there?”

“Aloy?! Aloy,” he sounds choked up, “is that really you?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out the smallest sigh of relief, “it’s me. Where is everyone?”

“We’re all…we’re back at base,” the Oseram speaks mournfully. We meaning him, Kotallo, Zo, and Alva. Key components missing from what’s essentially their home. “Aloy, I-” Erend sighs, “are you okay, Darlin’?”

Her heart swells. That amidst everything, he cares to ask about her. Aloy can’t go back to the base yet. Not with the massive hole there. Can’t face Zo knowing she didn’t uphold her promise to anyone. The Nora just isn’t ready to handle that.

Or maybe just incapable.

“Erend,” Aloy’s voice shakes. Her breath a stuttered gasp, more tears spilling from her eyes disguised from the rain. “I need you. Please, Erend, I-I need you.” Nothing has made the Nora feel more vulnerable than finally saying those words.

Because the truth is, there are multiple layers to what she’d just said. So many reasons behind telling him that. But right now, Aloy just needs Erend’s strong arms to wrap around her and tell her everything will be okay.

“Where are you?” The Oseram asks, sounding like he’s out of breath from running. “She’s alive, Zo. I’m gonna go get her. She’s okay,” he calls loudly.

She can barely hear the Utaru’s reply.

Is he already on his way?

Aloy checks the map on her focus, seeing a shelter not incredibly far away. If she runs and Erend is on a Bristleback, she should beat him by maybe an hour.

Possibly less.

“I sent you the coordinates.”

“Got ‘em. I’ll see you soon, okay? Soon.”

“Erend,” Aloy mutters through her tears, “please hurry.” Everything hurts and she just needs him.

“I know, Darlin’,” Erend grunts, probably pushing his mount harder. “I’m coming, Aloy.”

As much as she’d like to stay on the call with him, Aloy doesn’t. Tapping the call away, the Nora picks herself up out of the mud, not bothering to clean her knees of the grime. The rain will do it for her just fine. Even more so when she finally finds the strength to run. The wind whipping the cold rain against her clothes has them mostly clean in no time.

By the time Aloy makes it to the shelter, the rain has stopped. Leaving her a shivering mess, numb fingers desperately trying to bring life back to the campfire. The Nora is grateful that this one is under an overhang from the cliff, so at least she isn’t working with wet wood. That’d just make Aloy’s task that much harder.

Once the fire is burning nicely and Aloy is mostly dry, she curls her knees to her chest. Tightly wrapping her arms around herself while she waits for Erend. But Aloy can’t help the way her mind trails back to a dark, dangerous place. To the tragic, hurt look on Beta’s face when she couldn’t get a clean shot. To Varl. Poor Varl, the way Erik plunged into his chest like it was nothing.

Her last connection to home, yanked away from Aloy in a matter of painful seconds.

Tears spill freely down Aloy’s cheeks with no rain left to hide them.

But then the Nora sees the glow of a machine getting too close. Can hear the whirring of its legs. Aloy is already in position, arrow ready, half pulled back as a fire Bristleback comes into view. Aloy draws the arrow back fully, ready to let it loose the moment it notices her. Waiting for the blue lights to turn yellow.

“Whoa! It’s just me, Darlin’!” Erend exclaims, rearing his mount to a stop. “It’s me.”

“Erend,” Aloy gasps his name. Her entire body sags with relief, bow clattering to the ground as she stands up. The Nora barely gives him enough time to fully dismount before her arms fly around him. Throwing herself at the Oseram with a ferocious, biological need for him. In any capacity.

Erend immediately hugs her just as tightly. “By the forge,” he kisses the side of her head. Something he’s never done before, but it coils a sweet warmth around the Nora’s heart. “Darlin’, I’m so glad you’re safe. I thought-” Erend’s voice trembles, “I thought I lost you too. I couldn’t bear the thought. To lose you- you? Aloy, that’d end me, sure as steel.”

Blame her emotions. The cornucopia of feelings coursing through her. But Aloy needs something good. She needs Erend. If he pushes her away after, so be it. But she needs it, just once. His words only fueled it, making her feel like it’s okay to try.

With wet, hazel eyes, Aloy pulls back just enough to look up at him. Without thinking, or giving herself a chance to change her mind, she gently presses her mouth to his. Chapped from consistent travel with no stops to take a drink. But they’re warm and inviting, Erend returning the kiss with passion, squeezing her waist.

Possessive in nature but gentle in touch.

“Fire and spit,” Erend whispers, breaking their kiss to gasp for air. “I never thought I’d get to do that,” the Oseram looks at her fondly. “Are you okay, Darlin’?”

“What?” Aloy asks after a beat, her mind stuck on him having wanted to do that too.

Erend chuckles softly, his smile not fully meeting his eyes, but he gives her another small peck. “I asked if you’re okay. What did you need from me? How can I help, Aloy?”

The Nora blinks at him once. Two times. Even after their first kiss, he’s still wanting to check in with her. Attending to Aloy’s original call before even mentioning the romantic milestone they reached. She’s never even admitted to having feelings for him to anybody but Varl. Aloy isn’t completely oblivious either, she knows the Oseram has been flirting with her since the first time Erend opened his mouth.

But flirting with someone doesn’t equal wanting to be with them.

It also doesn’t help that Aloy doesn’t actually know how to answer that question. In the specific sense of it, the way the Oseram meant, no, she isn’t. But in an overall sense, now that Aloy is in Erend’s arms, she’s just fine. Because she knows that if she breaks, he’ll gladly help put the pieces back together. Just like she helped him about Ersa.

“Not exactly,” Aloy lets out a nervous laugh, knowing he could catch it if she tried to lie. “I just need you.”

“Come here,” Erend murmurs, carefully scooping her up in his arms. “I miss them too. You promised me a long time ago that we’d find my sister.” The Oseram’s boot gently nudges her weapons off the bed roll. Erend lowers himself on one knee, “I’m here to promise you the same. Everything is going to be okay, I know it.”

“But the Zeniths-”

“Fuck the Zeniths. They caught us off guard ‘s all.” Erend maneuvers them until he’s laying behind her. Arms firmly wrapped around the Nora to keep her close. “We will get Beta and GAIA back, I’m sure of it. You have my hammer, Darlin’ and I’ll stop at nothing, you hear me? Nothing until we get them back.”

Aloy smiles, eyes filling with tears at the lengths he’s always willing to go for her. “Thank you, Erend.”

“Always,” Erend squeezes her tighter, “always.”

“You let me kiss you,” the Nora sniffles, willing the tears to leave her now that she’s bracketed in the safety of his arms. “Then said you didn’t think you’d be able to.” Aloy shifts in his hold, looking up at the beautiful man glowing from the fire. “Why?”

Erend searches her face for a moment. For what, the Nora isn’t sure. But the Oseram finds it a second later, “don’t you know I’ve been in love with you since before the fight with HADES? The beautiful Nora that helped me when my own tribe wouldn’t.” Erend leans in, gently kissing her. “I owe you a life debt, but I fell for you face first. However you want me, in whatever capacity, Darlin’ you have me.”

This feeling she’s had blooming in her chest ever since the Daunt only worsened. Every time Aloy came back to the base to find Erend diligently reading, cooking with Beta, or joking with the others, the feeling intensified. Once he’d gotten there, it felt more and more like Aloy was coming home. To him. It didn’t fully click until Eren said it out loud just what that feeling was.

“I love you too, Erend,” Aloy smiles at her blue eyed Oseram.

Erend’s mutton chops pull at the corners of his mouth, his face lighting up at her admission. He kisses her passionately, facial hair tickling her cheeks but the Nora can’t bring herself to mind. “I’m glad you called me. I had to keep Zo at bay, she’s worried about you. But the second you said you needed me, I ran out of the base. You called me first,” he smiles sweetly.

“I needed to hear your voice,” Aloy curls her fingers into his shirt, “I needed you.”

“Anytime you need me, Darlin’, I’m here.”

Trepidation fills her without Aloy’s permission and she whispers, “and if I said I always needed you?”

He brushes their noses together, “then always is what you’ll have.” Erend kisses her forehead, coaxing Aloy to his chest, “now get some rest. We should head back soon, but they can wait a bit longer. Let someone take care of you for once.”

Aloy doesn’t have a single argument once she’s curled up with Erend. Falling asleep faster than ever before.

#hfw #horizon forbidden west #ereloy #aloy #erend vanguardsman #erend x aloy #aloy x erend #ao3 fic #Match Writes

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iyumeu · 3 years

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What are the demon brothers really, especially good at when it comes to their obsession/possessive nature over their darling? Like, who’s really good at setting up an escape proof room, who’s the best at gaslighting their darling to hell and back, who’s got the most roofies they can slip into drinks and food so they can cuddle a sleepy darling. I hope any of this makes sense…

I'd like to think that in an ideal horrible world, they would realize that they all have to work together to keep MC with them, so as you've said each of them would be good at different things.

Lucifer would definitely 100% be the one to set up an escape proof room. In fact, I'm in the midst of writing a sequel to spirit guardian and in it Lucifer traps you in a special room he's prepared for you. From one of the in-game chats it's mentioned that Lucifer is the possessive type while Diavolo is the stalker type and Barbatos is... well-adjusted?! and with his tendency to prepare in advance, he'd be done with a specialized, well-hidden room even before anyone else had the idea of making you stay with them, permanently.

After all, didn't he keep Belphegor, one of the strongest demons in hell, up in the attic with little to no trouble? His enchantments are top notch; say hello to your new attic room, MC. Don't worry, it's comfortable and people can still visit you, and it's decorated almost the same as your kitchen room! And, if you're good, you might get let out!

Asmodeus would be good at charming and gaslighting to make things seem like they aren't as bad as they are. At first he seems like he's listening to you, as you scream and shout, he really does look like he's empathizing! And then once you're tired, he'd hold you and shush you and say, yes, Lucifer really is too much, yes, how could his brothers just lock you up like this, yes, you deserve to go out, he'll take you for a walk tomorrow! He'll ask Lucifer for permission, and Lucifer's bound to say yes especially if he realizes how sad you are! He's just a little frustrated now, you know that the Devildom is a dangerous place and we don't want you to get hurt! We only want you to be safe, you know that right? We love you, so we just want the best for you. I'm sure you can understand that! Can't you? So just stay in this room, alright? We're doing this for you, after all.

Leviathan's pretty good at guilt-tripping you as well. He just throws a big pity fest and you'll just rush to try and placate him, telling him no, he's not trash, you don't hate him. And he'll ask you if it's something he did, that made you want to leave them all so badly? Or if it's something they did in general. They can change, please, as long as you stay. MC, they can't live without you. MC, what are they going to do when you're gone? They can barely function without you. Besides, did people in the human world even realize that you were gone? They didn't even leave one message for you (didn't get a chance to, all communications were removed before they could even send anything), but the demon brothers would! They think about you every single day, the human world doesn't know what they have, they don't appreciate you, they don't care about you, but we do, MC. We're the only ones who care about you.

Apart from that he also installs cameras all over the House of Lamentations, especially near the exits and in your room, as well as bug your phone. He'll always be watching your every move, oftentimes even forgoing anime to just stare at you through the screen hours on end.

Satan is in charge of security. It's a responsibility he shares with Lucifer and he hates it, but he understands the importance of it. It's essential that no one can get into the house and, more importantly, that you can't get out. He has everything from tracking to sedation spells on you, ready to be activated at a moment's notice. He also took the liberty to enter the human world to track down everyone who ever knew you, private investigator style, and erase their memory of your existence. It's a subtle erase, too, like you're aware that the person exists, but they don't seem to be very important to you. You have better things to do than think about them. Once he's managed to manipulate the memories of everyone, then maybe you'll be allowed a little trip to the human world... just for you to see that the only place you truly belong is with them.

Beelzebub is the one in charge of physically restraining you if you ever get strange ideas in your head. You thought that he was a softie, that he would be the one you could break through to, to let you go, but he and his family were united in this particular decision to keep you by their side. You were, after all, a lot safer here in the Devildom than you were in the human world. What if you fell ill? Or someone attacked you? They wouldn't be able to reach you in time! Beel wouldn't be able to reach you in time, and he doesn't think he would be able to live with himself if he lost another person he loved. His family wouldn't be able to take it either. So he is quiet even though you scream and thrash in his grip, thrown over his shoulder, mouth gagged so that you were unable to command anyone to let you go. Your resistance hurts, but he knew it would be worth it in the end, and soon you'll realize that too.

Belphegor was another person you thought you could negotiate with, having been trapped in the attic himself. However, like Beelzebub, you could not be further from the truth. After millenniums of hurt and hatred, here you were, a ray of light into their world, a little piece of heaven just for them. He'd be damned he he were to let you go. You made Beel happy too, so you really were a fool to think that you could have convinced him otherwise.

He was in charge of dreams. The sleeping mind is malleable to suggestion and your dreams are no different. Most of the time he'll give you nice dreams. Warm memories from the past to remind you why you should stay, digging into your fantasies to play them out (the ones that involve the Devildom anyway) to give you incentive to stick around, and sometimes even raunchy dreams to ease you into the future... But sometimes he would give nightmares and all of the nightmares have one thing in common: they begin with you successfully running away from them. Different things will go wrong in your nightmare, from your family members not recognizing you or caring about you and being painfully alone, to being murdered or being kidnapped. All he needed to do was to plant a seed in your mind, that would take root and sprout...

Mammon was the last one to be on board with this plan. To the very end he still cared about your well-being above all else and when he realized that his brothers were never going to let you go, he stopped bargaining for your freedom. In the end, he was still selfish enough to want you to stay with him and, well, it's not like you'd be able to hide from his brothers anyway. So why not just give in and make life easier for yourself? And somehow, he would be the one to break you, even if he doesn't know it. His nonchalant attitude to the whole thing... He had been on your side at first but then he just... gave up?

He'd end up as another gaslighter, telling himself that he was doing it out of good intentions just like the rest of them. He would try to convince you to take it easy, take one day at a time. If you were good, then Lucifer would tell the brothers to give you more freedom! No one knew Lucifer's bottom line like Mammon, so just listen and do as he says! Life doesn't have to be miserable, it's all up to you!

Days pass, and then years... and you realize that you aren't aging. In a manner similar to Solomon, your pacts were keeping you alive and immortal. You would not die.

And, at the very end of the line, all you would have left would be those demon brothers you once called friends.

#obey me #obey me x reader #yandere obey me #ask #anon #iyumeu asks #lucifer x reader #beelzebub x reader #asmodeus x reader #satan x reader #leviathan x reader #mammon x reader

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shelby-love · 3 years

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HARGREEVES SIBLINGS

What Brings us Together: Funerals

Requested: yes [x]

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Word count: 3.5K

Author’s note: I hope this is what you wanted. You didn't specify what kind of interaction we should have w our siblings so I just went off what was most realistic. Luther is a b of course, that's just how he is at the beginning lol. Don’t think I hate him though! p.s. so is diego we know he wasn’t really nice to vanya in the beginning :(

You sighed heavily through your nose, gathering your brows in distaste at the building standing tall in front of you. The Umbrella Academy looks as imposing as ever, making you remember just how much it once scared you when you were a kid.

Time went by and you became an adult. Someone with common sense, living an ordinary life far away from your once bright future that suggested money and luxury. Of course, when you’re informed of your father’s passing through a TV screen, it’s mandatory to show up and pay your respects.

You snorted at the rogue thought. “Bastard.”

Seeing your siblings after so many years of being apart made you feel anxious. Your father and his ashes weren’t the cause of your sweaty hands. It felt weird. Too weird.

But you ignored the feeling and called out your inner adult, placing one foot in front of the other and walking straight through the two-winged doors.

Your eyes fell on every surface of the academy, sweeping over every object while doing so. The number of memories, good and bad, that this place held was uncountable. But life, alas, is too short.

Your father a true example.

You gazed at the portrait with no emotion, looking at the picture of your father and siblings with a crooked smile of sadness. The tips of your bare fingers flickered with energy, and you fought the urge to curl them into a fist and punch a wall.

But your father's voice rung through your head, what you've been taught all your life bucking into instinctive actions. "You must know self-control Number Eight. You lack of it will be your downfall. Now put your gloves back on!"

You were 4 when those words big words started to leave his mouth, and you never heard the end of it. Not until he died.

You uncurled your fists, took a deep breath and felt the energy cave in.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

The sudden sweetness of a voice that belonged to your sister travelled into your ears, so quietly you almost didn't hear her. Your eyes widened slightly, and when you turned around – for a moment you didn't know what to do. The girl had turned into a celebrity, and you wondered if that had changed her in any way.

"Allison?"

She took a few sharp steps your way and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in a bone-crushing hug you returned immediately.

"You're not wearing your gloves," she took note, looking tentative to touch you for a second after pulling away.

"I don't need them anymore," you stated proudly.

Your father graced you with leather gloves at the age of 4, telling you to never take them off. That in a way, you and the powers you possessed were a danger to your siblings. The dark leather gloves weren't comfortable, in fact, they felt suffocating every time you wore them. Because that's how silencing your powers feels like. Suffocating. For a second too short, you had wondered what Allison felt like. Not being able to use her voice for what it was made for.

"Well, I'm happy for you," said Allison, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "You never really liked them."

"No," you agreed with a mumble. "No, I didn't."

The two of you walked out of the hall and into the living area, legs paired with pace.

"Where is everyone?" You asked her quietly, your eyes inspecting an antique you knocked over as a kid more times than you could count.

"Diego is here, somewhere," she mused, and you raised your brows ever so slightly in surprise. "He has this weird hero complex, so he's out saving the world, I guess. Apart from us three, no one’s here yet."

"Do you know when he'll be coming back?" You wondered out loud, watching her give you an odd look a second later. "I haven't seen him in years, Allison. He's my brother."

A part of you wanted to tease her about Luther by saying that not everyone is into what they were, but you withheld it and instead locked your eyes onto your other brother.

Number Five.

"I missed you Y/N."

You smiled at her quiet voice, "Missed you too Ally."

***

"You know if I was murdered, and if one of my sons...adopted sons... happened to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about, I don't know, I don't know...manifesting!"

You attempted to stifle your laughter as you watched Klaus prance around your father's ashes in an attempt to talk to him. He wasn't sober, so you doubted it would work.

But it was pleasantly nice to see him try at least.

"I don't think he wants to talk," you interrupted him mid-vent.

You watched as his pacing stopped, his demeanor switching from crazy to collected in the seconds it took your voice to be heard. Klaus turned around slowly, beaming from one ear to another. "It's you! You're alive!"

His scream of joy brought a wide smile to your lips, and you rushed to his arms. Both of you screamed like little kids, telling how much you missed each other and how tragic life has been without one another. Making jokes on your dead father's account was overly present too.

"And you're high!" You squealed in delight, ruffling his crazy looking hair.

Klaus pulled away at that, swaying in a matter that looked like he was stretching before a run. He pointed his thumb at the ashes, "Dad's too stubborn. He won't talk to me."

"Did you try begging?" You asked amused.

"I-I guess…" He mumbled before groaning. "I'm too sober for this!"

Then his eyes snapped to you and a pout drew on his face. Klaus went to stand in front of you, grabbing your hands in his and placing them on his chest. "Y/N…"

You rolled your eyes but didn't remove them, "Yes, Klaus?"

"I was just wondering if you," He said gingerly. "You know…"

This time you did pull your hands away but placed them on his face. Teasingly you squished his cheeks like you used to when you were kids. "You want me to give you money, so you can go get high because your childhood trauma of being locked in a mausoleum catches up to you every time you're sober? Of course, I will. How much do you need?"

It took him a second to process your words. "Oh my God really?" Klaus whispered, almost as if he didn't believe that was happening.

"I tried it your way when I left -" you explained, pulling out your wallet and glancing at his stunned expression. "- to suppress my powers. It didn't work, and I continued to suffer. If that's what it takes for you to not suffer from them, I'll gladly help."

You handed him a wad of money but when he tried to take them you pulled away, "Just…be careful Klaus."

"Yeah of course I will," he replied absentmindedly before he turned his head to the side. "Shut up."

You furrowed your brows, "Did you say something Klaus?"

"Oh no, no, no, no, no," said Klaus quickly, a little too quickly. "I didn't say anything."

You hummed but swore you had caught him swing his leg at something too.

"Well, if that’s all…" you murmured, "I'll leave you to it then, I gotta go see Mom. Don't say hi to dad from me, okay? Don't you dare Klaus."

The sibling only saluted, turning around to get back to trying to reach your dad, securing the money into a pocket in his skirt.

"Hey! Wait!"

You stopped and turned back around. Klaus waved his hands at the big lone fireplace. "Can you do that thing, please?"

By that thing, he meant to say start the fire. You shrugged and walked back to the fireplace. The amount of time you lit it up for your siblings was infinite. It felt weird to do it now even though you light your fire at home with your powers all the time.

Fire comes out of your hands quickly and with ease in the shape of a golden ball, igniting the lone fireplace within seconds. You watched the inferno you created in a daze, only breaking out of it when Klaus came to stand in front of the fire to warm up.

"Love you Klaus."

"Awww I love you too sis."

You shook your head, turned and left the room.

***

"Heard you came from the moon." You mused, "Thought I'd stop by and see for myself."

When word spread that Luther was on the moon, you didn't quite believe it. Then you found out that he too came back to send your father off to the lands of the dead, and you just had to see him and ask for yourself.

It was no surprise to find him in your dad's office of all places, although at first glance he did look like an intruder. You felt yourself stiffen at the sight of a big man in a coat, looming over your father's desk imposingly. Power surged through your veins, and it took everything in you to stop it from overflowing in fear.

When your brother met your face, you exhaled in relief and a single candle lit in the room as a result.

Luther seized it, looking impressed. "You've gotten better."

"Cut the crap Number One," you snapped suddenly, the tone mainly coming from the fact that your powers activated because of the fear that came from seeing a completely new version of your brother. "First of all, what happened to you? I thought Diego would turn out like that, not you."

He shrugged his massive shoulders.

"Second of all," you began. "What are you doing in dad's office?"

"Nothing," he said quickly.

Luther might look big and dangerous but the creases in his face give you all the answers you need. "You haven't changed a bit," you mused, leaning against the door. A part of you still felt young and that made you respect your father's words a little more by staying put. "Save for the…" You pointed to your torso for reference.

Luther noticed the way you eerily stood at the doorstep, contemplating whether to enter and break his word. "He's dead you know."

You shot him a look, "I know that."

"So, why don't you come in?"

You contemplated to come in, but in all honesty - nothing was of interest. You would much rather like to interrogate Luther and his whims.

"Is Allison really the only person you care about?" You asked him instead, the bubbled feelings you've been holding inside threatening to spill. It was rather hostile, the way you two met after years of not seeing each other. A big part of you felt angry at him for not calling you when things obviously went wrong somewhere. His body wasn’t a result of something natural, and you knew it. "I mean this as a sibling. Let's ignore the weird thing you two have for each other."

"We don-" he started, your seizing eyes stopping him mid-sentence. "Is it that obvious?"

You sighed, "Look Luther, I'm just trying to say…"

"No, you're accusing me."

"Of what?"

"You left. All of you."

You snorted, "You really want to do this right now?"

"I don't see why not."

"You're looking for something," you said instead, completely ignoring his words. "I won't help you find it nor will I try to lie if you ask me if I have it."

His ears perked, "Dad's monocle."

You chuckled, "That lame thing he always wore?"

Luther nodded.

"Why do you need it?"

"You said you wouldn't lie."

"I'm not lying Luther, I just asked you a question!" You told him. A thought washed over you when his eyes pinned you in, and you could barely even grasp it. "You think I killed him, don't you?"

"I didn't say that." He tried to reason, although he didn't move from around the desk to try and soothe you.

"You didn't have to," you said quietly, feeling tears gather in your eyes. "I see the way you look at me, brother. Ever since I hurt her-"

"Don't talk about her," he stopped you.

"Why the hell not?!" You exclaimed, "She's my sister you know. Our sister. You keep forgetting that."

Luther stayed silent after your outburst, probably contemplating whether to apologize, but you cut him from speaking before he could even start. "We were 7 Luther. I didn't know what I was doing. You think I wanted to take the air out of her lungs? She was going to rumor me Luther. I was scared."

It didn't really matter how much you repeated it to him, he never understood. His love for her goes beyond siblingship, as weird and disturbing as it was. Whoever hurt Allison became a monster in his eyes. "But anyway. I didn't steal that ugly thing. You can cross me off your list."

You looked around the office, ignoring the way Luther stood silently. The lack of light was obviously making it difficult for him to sniff around. You raised your hands in the air, watching as the tips of your fingers turned into flames. A satisfying sight, but a sight you didn't want to look at currently. With a swipe of your hand, you controlled the small blazes until they broke apart and landed at the candles, lighting up the room, so Luther can see. "Hopefully this helps."

You walked away from the office after that, not daring to look behind yourself in fear of breaking down.

***

You stomped across the academy, anger flowing off you in waves. Having your emotions tied to your feelings was never fun. The chandelier above you swayed under the wind that came from your anger and candles burnt out, the fire that came within them disappearing into your body.

"Y/N?"

Suddenly, the wind stopped, but your lip started to tremble instead. "Vanya?"

When you turned around, she stood awkwardly at the door. With hands in her pockets she glanced between the shaking chandelier and you.

It was obvious that she was uncomfortable, at least until she saw your relieved smile. "Is that really you?"

She smiled, "I-I guess."

You outright laughed, the outcome of Luther and yours argument disappearing from your mind completely when you hugged her. "I missed you so much."

"You did?" She asked surprised.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked her, confusion crossing your features. "You're my sister. Come here."

You brought her into the hug again, feeling her hug you tighter this time.

"You're not mad at me?"

Remembering what she was talking about had you cringing ever so slightly in discomfort. You scratched the back of your neck, "I mean… I was. But not anymore, Vanya. I'm all passed that now."

"You are?" She asked, hopeful.

"I am," you nodded in confirmation. "We're here to say our goodbyes to Dad. You have every right to be here, no one can tell you otherwise."

Vanya stayed silent, so you quickly added, "And the book was good. Exposing, but good. I like your way with words."

She snorted, "Yeah I thought you would."

Beaming, you slung an arm around her shoulders just like Allison did when you first came. Unfortunately, in your dysfunctional family, no one has peace for long. Diego came striding down the stairs in his black spandex suit, looking as he just came out of an action movie.

Seeing you had his smile growing by a mile, but upon glancing at Vanya the easy smile vanished and was instead replaced by a scowl. "You're still here? I thought I already told you. You don't belong –"

"Diego," your hand raised in the air to halt his mouth. "Now's not the time."

He let out a humorous laugh, walking up to you to give you a kiss on the cheek. You didn't fight it, instead letting him kiss your cheek and squeeze your shoulder as a greeting after not seeing each other for years. "Good to have you back sis."

"Enjoy it while you can," you said. "Because I'm leaving the moment dad's ashes are spread."

"Oh, I bet," he mused. "I'm leaving too. You should go now Vanya, save us the trouble."

"Okay Diego that's enough," you interrupted, standing closer to Vanya this time round, hoping she sees your support through mere change of standing. "Why don't you run along and go save lives? I heard that's your life's call."

He rolled his eyes before glancing at your outfit. "That's an awfully bold color for a funeral."

"That's because I'm not dressed yet," you rolled your eyes. "Now, if you don't have anything nice to say, I suggest you leave before I boil you."

Knowing you don't give out empty threats, Diego nodded grimly and disappeared upstairs, not giving Vanya a glance of acknowledgement. "You know, maybe he's right… I should just go."

You shook your head immediately, "Absolutely not. Look Vanya, your book might've not been the best thing that's happened to us, but it certainly isn't the worst. He's just being snappish. That's Diego's factory setting."

She laughed, this time giving you a smile. Not a fake smile, but a real one.

You felt victorious as you wrapped your arm around her again, leading her into the living area for a catch-up.

***

"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?"

You and Klaus held to each other like little kids, not believing what, or who, stood in front of you. The little carbon copy of your long-lost brother swore under his breath, shocking you to the bones with the word ‘shit’. "I'm not high, am I?"

"I-I don't know," said Klaus awkwardly, "Do you feel high?"

"Klaus she's not high," Diego interrupted, standing in front of the group with Luther.

"You never know with her," Klaus tried to explain.

"Five is that really you?" You asked, ignoring the bickering that went all around you.

"Of course, it's me!"

"Oh God Klaus they even sound the same," you whispered, clutching Klaus' hand tighter.

"Look I don't have time to explain this all to you," the boy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like an old man.

"The hell you do," Diego mumbled, eyeing him with menace.

Number Five (if that was even him) rolled his eyes and tried to push through and walk right past you. No 30-year-old - despite how shocked and curious they were - tried to stop him.

Save for you of course.

A lone vine flew from the wall under your command, wrapping itself around your brother's wrist in a vice-grip. Five eyed it nonchalantly, as if the sight amused him rather than intimidated him. "You do know I can walk right through that?"

You dared him with your eyes and mocked him with your mouth, "You do know that you've been gone for 17 years? I've evolved little man."

He bunched his brows together, almost as if he didn't believe you. To test his theory out, he urged his body to travel through space. You all watched as he walked straight through the air, coming out on the other end in a different part of the yard, not being able to move due to the vine's grip despite having travelled through literal space.

"Cute!" Five called out, walking back toward you using his power. "Now let me go."

"And why would she do that?" Luther asked, the inner Number One in him surfacing.

"Because I've got work to do."

"Five you're a kid literally," Allison objected, gazing over your brother's tiny body.

"You don't understand…"

"Maybe he needs a nap," Klaus mumbled next to you.

"I don’t-"

By not literal smoke was almost coming out of his little ears, his face reddened from anger, and he looked annoyed beyond understanding. "They're too young… I knew it."

You creased your brows, not understanding why Five was mumbling weird things into his chin. "You alright Five?"

He glared at you, "I will be… Once you get this thing off me."

You shrugged with a sigh, mumbling an okay and hauling the vine away from Five who shook his head in irritation. He wrapped a hand around his sore wrist, massaging it with his thumb to get read of the soreness. "Can't say I missed you and your crazy plants. Although you would've been a great addition to my adventures."

"What adventures?" You asked confused. "You’re 13."

Five sighed, brushing you all off with a sway of his hand.

Klaus was the first one to dash back into the house mumbling something about not being able to handle the weather, Allison following behind him carefully. Luther, who looked like a lost puppy, followed after your sister until it was just Vanya, Diego, Five and you left.

"I'm going to head inside," said Vanya awkwardly, disappearing inside quickly.

Diego gave Five a sideward glance but shook his head and left too.

"Elemental manipulation is exactly what we need to fight it."

You rolled your eyes, not quite believing that he forgot how elemental manipulation isn't your favorite thing. "Fight what Five?"

"The apocalypse."

"I'm glad you're back bro, seriously I mean it," You told him sincerely, "But you're crazy. I'd say get some help but…"

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house-of-galathynius · 3 years

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Only You ~ Rowaelin

A Rowaelin fanfic, set if Aelin’s parents had lived and she had met Rowan under normal circumstances, if Erawan and Maeve weren’t threats. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Five ~ Chapter Seven

Chapter Six: Storms

She had been reading a smutty romance book in bed when Rowan had knocked at the door. It wasn’t late enough that it was strange someone was knocking at her door, but she had assumed it would be Lysandra or Aedion, so she had been surprised to see Rowan standing there.

She had observed him over the last week, during training, during dinners and lunches, during their morning chats, and she had come to the conclusion that he did not like to smile. It was such a small observation to remember, but in her week of knowing him she could recall only a handful of smiles; and now she thought about it… most of them had been aimed towards her.

“I know it’s late, but I was going to go for a walk, and I thought perhaps you would join me?”

She had to admit, the sound of being alone with Rowan was appealing. The more time she spent with him the more she found herself longing for the time she could spend with him again.

“A walk sounds lovely.” She slipped on the boots that had been thrown on the floor with a wave of her hand had snuffed the candles and fire out in her room.

They walked in comfortable silence as they made their way through the palace, thankfully bumping into no one. The night was cooler than it had been in a while, the moon hidden behind thin wispy clouds. They wound their way down the sprawling gardens, past the training ground and towards the forest edge. The path extended through the forest, lit with small faelights and as they headed towards the trees she couldn’t help but feel the butterflies that erupted in her stomach. Perhaps Rowan had sensed her sudden nervousness or he wanted to fill the silence. “Do you like it here? In Terrasen?”

She wasn’t sure anyone had asked her that before, but she didn’t hesitate in her answer. “I love it. I mean, of course I wish to see other places and experience new cultures… but Terrasen is my home, it always will be.” She glanced towards him. “What about you? Do you like Doranelle?” It felt like a loaded question. If they accepted the mating bond Rowan would have to move to Orynth, and if he loved Doranelle…

Rowan contemplated the question for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly. “I have been to many places in my life, seen every country on this continent. Doranelle is…” He thought for a moment longer. “Doranelle has never felt completely like home.”

She felt his sadness for a moment, before it disappeared. “Why do you stay there? I mean, if you are not bound to it… why not move somewhere new?”

“I had my reasons for staying I suppose. I had been a warrior for the old queen of Doranelle… and had been married.”

She flinched at his words. She had not expected to be affected by his past relationships… but married.

“She died a hundred years ago.” She saw the sadness that had flickered so quickly return. She did not know what possessed her to do it, but she grabbed his hand and squeezed. The touch was gentle but somehow her whole body was awake and she was basking in this glorious male before her. She could have sworn he shivered at her touch. Neither of them went to let go, and so they continued in silence for a few steps, their fingers entwined. The simple touch was electrifying and her magic hummed within her.

She finally said, “what happened to her?”

“She was murdered by a group of men who had strayed from their military base.” He tightened his grip on her hand. “I was not there, and she died because she did not know how to protect herself.”

It made sense then. Why he had been so pushy about her learning how to defend herself. “I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago.”

She shrugged. “Loss like that sticks with you. Aedion’s mother was like my own and when she died… I don’t think I’ve ever quite got over it.”

They settled into the comfortable silence again, slowly meandering through the forest path. The night was quiet, the humming of summer evenings had disappeared giving way to the stillness of autumn, even the creatures that roamed the forest floor had gone into hibernation, sheltering from the harsh Terrasen winter that was to come.

“I’d like to have a proper evening with you. Not training where everyone sits and watches, or morning tea where the maids gawk at us. I want to take you to dinner or to the theatre.” Rowan had stopped, turning to her, his hand still entwined with her own. “I don’t know how to do this properly.” He laughed.

“Dinner or the theatre sounds wonderful, Rowan.” She squeezed his hand and they gazed at each other. She had felt the bond there the past week. His presence was always lingering, even if they weren’t in the same room. And despite their distance, or rather, Aelin’s distance to Rowan, she still felt the pull of him. Training in the mornings had unintentionally become her favourite thing to do. When she was in meetings or entertaining other Whitethorns; she would always think of their mornings together. The way their magic seemed to dance together, how it seemed to play. Rowan had never mentioned their magic in that way. In fact, Rowan was not really a talker… She had realised that he just liked to observe. Whenever she caught herself staring, he would be staring right back— not always at her, but others. In one of his rare cases of openness he had explained you could learn a lot about a person by just watching them. She didn’t mind his quietness, in fact sometimes the silence was nice.

“What are you thinking about?” They had continued their stroll, hands still entwined.

She smiled sheepishly at him. “You.”

She felt their bond then, a real, tangible thing between them. Her initial reservations seemed to be miles away as she walked with Rowan.

“If it’s any consolation, I think of you as well.” He squeezed her hand. “You’re… not what I expected.”

She heard that a lot. “Better or worse?”

“Definitely better.” They stopped at a gate that led to the cobbled road into the city. “The only things I knew about you were that you were young, could have a bit of a temper and the heir to Terrasen’s throne.”

“I didn’t realise I had such a boring reputation.”

Rowan laughed. “You have plenty of time to change that.”

They remained in silence as they both gazed at the distant city lights.

“Are you disappointed it’s me?”

Rowan turned fully toward her. She hadn’t intended to ask; but he was over three hundred years old and she was barely twenty. Rowan had travelled the world and she had only left Terrasen a handful of times. It was hard to see how Rowan would see her as anything other than a girl.

“Is that what you think? That I’m disappointed?” He ran his free hand through his locks and shook his head. “When I lost Lyria I thought that was it. I was ready to spend the rest of my life alone, always mourning what I had lost that day.” He took a breath. “And then I saw you in that throne room and I had purpose again. I look at you Aelin and I feel alive. And I know you want to take things slow; and I will respect that. But it’s taking all of my strength not shout it to the world that you’re my mate. Every part of me wants to confirm the bond and be with you as I’m meant to be. Disappointed is the last thing I feel, I am elated that it is you. And I will wait for as long as you need, even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust I will wait for you.”

Aelin did not know when she had begun to cry, but she felt the tears drip on her cheeks and she went still as Rowan gently brushed them away. His calloused hand so tender as he did. She leaned into his touch, revelling in the closeness.

“Aelin?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

She looked up at him, his eyes hopeful. He was magnificent, Aelin thought she could look at him forever. She didn’t need to think about her answer. This male in front of her was her forever, and she would be a complete fool to let him go. To think she had been hesitant of him, of this.

“Please do.” She half cried half laughed.

Rowan laughed with her and leaned in closer, his hands coming to cradle her face. His touch so feather light it made her shiver. Her heart began to race, it was the calm before the storm. She could feel his breath on her lips, her eyes fluttered closed, and the world went still at that whisper of a kiss. The world went quiet, like the silence between lightening and thunder. They were so close, so close to that kiss she had not even realised she had dreamed of. She had never wanted something so much, the waiting was insanity.

“Aelin?”

The thunder came.

Sam stood on the other side of the gate.

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garrothromeave · 3 years

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the hell is mystreet season 6??

(warning, long post ahead)

ok so before i start this

1) ive never posted shiiiit on tumblr before so watch me suffer, im just here to talk about stuff that my friends who dont know anything about aphmau have to listen to me rant about for hours on end

2) i havent seen mystreet in like years (except season 3, i watch that frequently since im laurance and shadow knight deprived) so please bear with me because i might be completely wrong on this lol. it’s just like, pointing out things i remember

3) im sure someones already talked about this but who cares

4) im gonna do this stupid thing where i just explain myself a bit at first, if you dont want to read that just skip to the part where you see “the actual thingy:” in bold and italics

5) mild disclaimer; i am completely aware that jessica is not a professional writer. i know that she did her best to appeal to her fans, and honestly, respect for that. while this post will come off as aggressive and probably look like hate, that’s not my intention in the slightest. it’s just... intense criticism. im sure y’all probably already know that, but yeah, just stating that anyways. i do believe that jess is doing her best, and in no way do i want to dismiss any hard work she’s done. that being said; prepare for a very strongly opinionated post.

haha watch there be 10000+ typos in this making me look like a complete dumbass

ok here we go

one of the main reasons i stopped watching aphmau back in 2017 was the mess that was season 4. like, in the first few episodes of the emerald secret, i thought “woah!! this is kinda cool, im a sucker for mystery!” because of course i was, it was something new and something exciting. the only problem i had with it at the time was kim, but that’s just because i always found her annoying and out of place. i just didn’t understand why garroth dragged her along and honestly i still don’t to this day BUT, moving on.

anyways, as the season progressed, 13 year old me was of course just “:0!!” the entire time--that is, up until the reveal of the main villain. i remember watching the episode, seeing the reveal of ein, and then stopping. like, just for a quick break, but i was still just overwhelmingly disappointed. like, and this was the time when pdh was airing and ein just got made alpha (i think?) and i had really really liked eins character in pdh. either way, that really sucked and actually opened my eyes to a lot of things.

one of the main things bein’ the fact that this was supposed to be a slice of life kinda series that decided to take a turn to a more edgy kinda approach. which, i guess i regularly wouldnt mind? but seeing as mcd was kinda bein neglected at the time it just didnt sit right with me. BUT WHATEVER, point is i stopped watching mystreet all together at the end of season 4.

like, a whole year later my brother tells me that shit’s getting intense in season 5 + 6 of mystreet, and my brilliant self decided to give it a shot--but i refused to watch all of season 5, so i only stepped in when ein made an appearance. so whenever that was, that’s where i picked up because i didnt care enough to see

and y’know--i honestly didn’t hate it at first. in fact, i found it oddly cool. it wasn’t enough to get me into aphmau again, but it was enough to where i was intrigued. i dont know why, but i never watched the finale, so i didnt see the ending until just a few weeks ago--but back then, i thought it was neat. looking back on it however... im just so confused.

side note: only got back into aphmau this time around because of mcd. mainly because like, i adore the first season and the first half of the second season. and being nearly 18 now, im a lot more appreciative of plot and well-written characters n junk.

the actual thingy:

ok back on track. imma stop spilling out my story of how i got back into aphmau, and lets just skip to what rewatching mcd made me realize of season 6′s plot and shit:

-emmalyn. how the fuck does ghost even remotely exist? if she’s emmalyn as claimed, then why have we already seen emmalyn in the mystreet universe alive? look i get that creators can do whatever they want with their stories but at the same time please provide some sort of explanation good god. and maybe they did and i just havent seen it, so if there is one--let me know. but until that day imma just sit here confused as fuck

-ok so imma just be real, the whole ‘ultima’ thing is just... not great. in my opinion, anyways. like... i saw someone mention this in another post, but if this ultima stuff was like, a really big deal, why isnt it mentioned in mcd? though i suppose since its a curse of sorts, it could be later on past the time period in which mcd takes place--but even then, how did it manage to make its way into aaron’s family bloodline?

-WHY IS EVERYONE AT STARLIGHT ITS JUST SO CONVINIENT like what happened to this place being the most expensive shit on the planet or whatever, and how the gang happens to run into like, the werewolf trio and blaze and kai and guy and nate all of these people like god damn life doesnt WORK LIKE THAT

-im sorry but turning people into relics? thats... thats the best you could come up with? plus, like, how does that even work? in mcd it’s established that relics are separate entitles that choose their wielder, based on a ‘personal’ connection (being a descendent of a previous wielder) or if they’re a good match personality and (i think?) moral wise. so the whole turning-people-into-relics doesnt make much sense to be honest.

-irene really over here using her god powers to only keep her friends alive like god damn not a great god if you ask me

-can i talk about how incredibly predictable aphmaus death was? like i just kinda sat there waiting for it to happen and when it did i literally went “haha! wonder when she’ll be revived” because god forbid we actually kill off characters

-when aphmau + demon warlock fought in the irene dimension there was no passage of time whatsoever in the real world whiiiiiiiiich really bothers me because they fought in there for at least a few minutes

-speaking of aphmau and the demon warlocks fight does it bother anyone else that it had to be aaron who took over the fight?? like we get it hes the big protector blah blah blah but god damn it wouldve been cooler if aphmau had fought this battle as her. aaron fighting this battle was so underwhelming

-...love. like, thats the only thing thats needed to break out of a forever potion? love? LIKE YEAH, GOOD GUYS GOTTA WIN SOMEHOW, but its just so cliche and overdoneeee

-oh yeah and also when travis went bonkers and became the demon warlock or whatever, why’d he only take over katelyn and garroth?? like, zane had been influenced by the potions in the past as well? DONT GET ME WRONG--i do love some good brother edge, but uh, the demon warlock was just bein kinda a dumbass by not possessing zane too just sayin’

-can aaron please go to fucking jail for mass murder now like holy shit, he just got sent home on a fuckin boat. also why did blaze forgive him for killing him thats not even remotely realistic. then again, nothing in mystreet has ever been realistic when it comes to characters and motives and personalities, (cough katelyn being actually abusive and travis being an actual pervert) but yknow whatever

-katelyn and kawaii chan literally added nothing to the plot whatsoever. like lets be real, katelyn lost her personality the moment season 5 started and kawaii chan just kinda sits there :I

-ok im sorry this was bound to come up but cmon guys imagine laurances potential if he was in season 6 like god damn this is beyond maddening. AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN A REALLY REALLY COOL PARRALLEL?? IF IT WAS LAURANCE WHO SNAPPED GARROTH OUT OF HIS MIND CONTROL THING, because it would mimic laurance’s speech to get garroth to snap out of his rage in season 1, episode 100 of minecraft diaries. like how fuckin rad would that have been? missed opportunity

-also?? why does kim/ghost know magicks?? like, if i remember correctly, emmalyn is a scholar--not someone who knew magicks. i mean, i guess research? study?? but its been established that knowing how magicks works =/= being able to use magicks. i dunno, just doesnt seem right i guess. maybe its explained, i wouldnt know (yes i know that makes me look like a dick leave me alone)

-melissa should have stayed dead. LIKE, NO, ITS NOT AS SIMPLE AS “haha it takes more than a few bullets to kill me”??? look ive got nothing wrong with melissa (cough lie cough) but yknow it would have just been cool a character... stay dead? for once? its just too fuckin cliche that shes alive god damn

-can i also just say the only good thing that came out of season 6 was travis’ dads sacrifice like damn that made me actually sad

-howww was lucinda turned into a relic. or yknow, anyone else? like im sure they explain it better in the actual show i just dont remember, but its just that easy? turning anyone into a relic? granted, a normal person wouldnt be able to produce a good relic, but idk man. IM JUST SAYING; that the only really powerful relics that aphmau should have been able to wield is the one that aaron + zane produced because shad relic and esmund relic moment. lucinda isnt even like, connected to a divine warrior. ALSO, another point, if its seriously that powerful of a relic getting one from just a magic user like lucinda, why go through the trouble? i mean i guess ofc youd want the “all powerful” one that the ultima produces but i mean damn whats the point

-ok this is just going to bother me but in one of the episodes (i think might have been in season 5 actually) where that like, guardian dude was chasing aphmau and zane and at one point they split up and the dude just chuckles at zane diverting paths and goes under his breath “youre not the important one here”, suggesting that aphmau somehow is? first of all, id argue that any ro’meave is significantly more important than aphmau was, especially not knowing much about her other than that shes with aaron. i might be missing some bits an pieces, but if i was that dude id forget about aphmau and go after zane

-killing off derek for shock factor sucked, and i know the moment was supposed to be really sad because like “oh :( aarons dad is sacrificing himself for his son” but lets be real dereks still was a shitty father and i dont think his reasons for doing what he did was very good at all

-less about plot or more like: why the absolute fuck did the gang bring kim along instead of, oh i dont know, a life-long friend? like, laurance or dante maybe?? im sure its explained, i never saw aphmaus year or most of season 5, but god DAMN id hate to be apart of this friend group AND GOD LIKE, imagine reconnecting with an old friend who ends up getting closer to your best friends and taking priority in their lives over you (cough laurance) like god damn lol

-im just going to preface this one with: i dont remember everything that’s happened, so if im wrong i apologize in advance--but (you actually can correct me if im wrong and please do) didnt like, irene reincarnate her friends in order to give them better lives? I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS TRUE, ITS JUST WHAT I REMEMBER--however, if im correct, then:

a. why the hell would she bring back someone like zane, or gene, or ivy, etc.

b. why the hell do they all have the same exact names? first and last? again, im aware that the whole mystreet+mcd tie wasn’t originally supposed to be there, but i dont think that means such a coincidence can be excused? its just a bit much if you ask me.

c. why the hell is the fact that (as much as i literally hate this) aaron is a decedent of shad being ignored? like, you’d think that something like this would be something thats actually important, or something the demon warlock couldve taken advantage of. or are we completely erasing every other connections to divine warriors besides aphmau + irene? because even if irene did reincarnate them or do whatever it is she did, does she even have the power to sever the connections between them and their ancestors? my guess is, no.

d. speaking of irene why on earth was aphmau able to talk to/see irene, they’re literally the same person are they not? did she like, fuckin reincarnate herself without actually doing it?? BUT--i will give it to them, the demon warlock did refer to aphmau as something along the lines of being “one of the 3 parts of her broken soul” or something like that. however, my point still remains. also what are the other two did i miss that or is it never explained

now; if irene in fact did not ‘reincarnate’ her friends then please ignore that little bit right there :)

but yes, those are a few of the problems i have with season 6 off the top of my head. i would go into like, season 4 and 5 more as well, but i honestly didnt feel like it. at some point i might go into other things, like how important laurance could have been to the plot of these later seasons, or HELL, even dante. i might also go into what could have made season 4, 5, and 6 actually good--maybe... a rewrite? perhaps? but im getting too far ahead of myself, so i just leave you with this for now.

and i know that as soon as i post this 15 more things are just going to pop into my head BUT im going to try and not edit this post because why stress myself with that even more

anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk

#in conclusion i hate it here #lets go back to mystreet bein slice of life pls #anyways tune in next week for 'the hell is pdh??'#aphmau #mcd #mystreet #minecraft diaries #please ignore these next tags im just promoting relentlessly #garroth ro'meave #zane ro'meave #aaron lycan #kawaii chan #kim mystreet #laurance zvhal #pls i have no idea how to tag posts #rant

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shirtlesssammy · 3 years

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6x21: Let It Bleed

Then:

Dean and Cas broke up

Now:

March 15, 1937

Providence, Rhode Island

It was a dark and stormy night, and HP Lovecraft sits at his typewriter clicking away. He finishes his manuscript, and his door slowly creaks open. He pulls out a revolver and heads to the hallway, but quickly backs back into the room and locks the door. A window blasts open and a shadowy figure is there. He pleads with it --but becomes blood cannon fodder anyway.

Dean continues to dissect what could have gone differently to prevent his breakup with Cas. Sam tries being the logical friend --but there’s no explaining heartbreak, folks. Bobby comes in to tell them that when Cas popped in for his late night tet-a-tet with Dean, he stole a journal. But don’t worry, Bobby had a copy.

Upon reading it, Bobby discovers a mention of HP Lovecraft. Dean doesn’t know who that is --and you’re going to tell me the dude that knows horror movies like the back of his hand and reads Stephen King doesn’t know who the father of horror is? And I know that Dean lies to cover up things he thinks other people would look down on him for, but this would be a weird moment to do that.

Anyway, Bobby thinks Lovecraft knew something about purgatory.

Meanwhile, Ben is chilling in his room reading Cthulhu graphic novels while his mom is watching the sportsball with her new beau. Demons bust in and gut the boyfriend right away. One takes after Ben. Ben gets to his room and calls Dean in a panic. He doesn’t know what’s out there and he can’t get to the shotgun in Lisa’s closet. Dean tells him to jump out his window. It’s too late --Crowley’s there and has both Ben and Lisa.

Crowley tells Dean that no harm will come to them if he backs off from the purgatory plan.

Sam throws some salt on Dean’s wound and asks if Cas knows about this. “We gotta assume that he does.” OUCH.

While Bobby heads off to follow the Lovecraft lead, Dean and Sam set to finding Lisa and Ben. They summon Balthazar and tell him that Crowley is alive. He blinks and tells them Cas already informed him. They then tell him about splitting the souls in purgatory plan. Balthazar knew that too, ahem. He refuses to help find Ben and Lisa.

Sam thinks they should call Cas. “WE’RE NOT CALLING CAS.” This is a man in pain, Sam, he needs time.

Bobby, meanwhile, interviews someone who possesses a large collection of Lovecraft’s private letters. He asks about March 10, 1937 specifically, and the dude wonders if he’s working with the other guy --”trench coat, looks like Colombo, talks like Rainman.” We’re supposed to assume he’s describing Cas, but ?? okay. They’re competitors actually.

The guy tells Bobby that Lovecraft had a dinner party with other blackmagic followers. They were getting together to perform a ritual to open a door into another dimension. He has --or had-- letters describing the dinner. Bobby leaves, knowing exactly how the letters disappeared.

Bobby discusses the case with Sam, revealing that one guest of the party -the maid’s son- didn’t die and has been in a mental ward since that night. He’s gong to interview the man now.

Dean, meanwhile, is lining the demons up and taking them down if they don’t answer his questions.

For Murderous Rampage Science:

Sam tries to get his brother to take a break, but Dean is 100% on an emotional bender and will not stop. Sam then heads outside to pray to Cas --pleading with him to bring Ben and Lisa home.

When Cas doesn’t appear, Sam walks away, dejected. Only Cas is there, invisible to Sam. AND I WANT TO TEAR OUT MY EYES.

Cas confronts Crowley. Crowley was “merely exploiting the obvious loophole.” Cas demands he tell him where they are.

Crowley tells Cas the only way to save Lisa and Ben is for him to find Purgatory.

For Literal Science:

Cas flaps away when Balthazar summons him. They meet in a wooded area, and Balthazar confronts Cas about his partnership with Crowley.

Balthazar confirms that Cas would be the vessel to take on the souls from purgatory. He could explode from all that energy. Cas assures him he won’t (weeps). Cas demands Balthazar tell him if he’s with Cas, and Balthazar laughs but agrees.

Bobby interviews the maid’s son, and discovers Cas was already there. Bobby asks for the story. The man tells what was said at the time, but then asks, “Do you believe in monsters?” He tells Bobby that the door did open that night, and whatever came through took over his mother. Then the others died. Bobby gives his condolences to the man, and he shows Bobby a picture of his mother. Bobby recognizes her.

Dean prepares his Tortures for Demons™ when his foot drags part of the devil’s trap away. The demon immediately gets the drop on Dean, only for Cas to flap in (or turn visible) just in time to save Dean’s bacon.

Dean’s...ungrateful. Surly, even! Cas apologizes about Lisa and Ben, and he’s hurt when Dean doesn’t believe that he had nothing to do with their abduction.

“Dean, I do everything that you ask,” Cas pleads. “I always come when you call and I am your friend - still. Despite your lack of faith in me, and now your threats.” Cas is just asking for backup this ONE TIME. (And you know what? Knowing the crap these Winchester boys have pulled, I always felt like Cas made a good point here.) They lob soulful looks at each other. Cas promises to rescue Lisa and Ben if Dean will just PLEASE stand down and let him absorb every single monster soul EVER it’s NOT A BIG DEAL. This is entirely the wrong tactic, and Dean tells Cas to go back to Crowley and he’ll save Lisa and Ben on his own.

Cas flaps away. Soulfully.

Bobby arrives at Eleanor-the-Dragon’s door. She’s at a little cabin in the middle of nowhere - one of her safe houses. He confronts her with the old photo and demands to know her agenda. “You know, we’re not all alike,” she retorts. She reacts similarly poorly to Bobby complaining about sleeping with her without knowing she was a monster. BOBBY! WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT RIGHT NOW. She tells him that the world’s lucky that she’s who popped through the portal. The professor is on Team Earth. Bobby begs to know the secret of the portal so that he can protect her from Cas.

Balthazar flaps in on Sam. He’s joining Team Winchester because he’s terribly concerned about Cas’s life choices. He flies them close to Crowley’s angel-warded lockup, and Dean and Sam swoop in to save Lisa and Ben.

They split up inside the warehouse - always a sensible plan. Sadly, Sam “Soft Noggin” Winchester gets knocked out IMMEDIATELY. Sam plz. Dean bursts into Lisa and Ben’s prison like a little angry blur of knives and in short order, he’s killed all the demons standing guard. They start to flee, when Lisa holds Ben at knifepoint, her eyes flashing black.

The demon goes all in on the mental torture, telling Ben that Dean’s his real father (JK!) and that Dean is Lisa’s WORST EVER MISTAKE. While Dean catalogues the internal damage, he and Lisa fight. He sheathes the demon blade and starts an exorcism, and I look directly at the camera. Demon Lisa’s got another trick up her sleeve. While the exorcism progresses, the demon grabs a tool and jabs it into Lisa’s gut. Then, she gives Dean a choice: exorcise her and Lisa bleeds out or let Lisa remain animate (but a demon puppet). Wrenchingly, Dean finishes the exorcism.

He makes sure Ben’s armed with a salt-round shotgun and then they head out of the factory. Ben shoots his first demon while Dean shouts at him to “pull it together” and I...just…….

Guys.

I’m just going to box these feelings up and stuff them in my Dean Winchester is a Sad Child attic, while humming Cat’s in the Cradle to myself.

They find Sam and head for a hospital, Dean muttering the whole time that she’s FINE Lisa is JUST FINE she is FINE. Cut to the hospital where Lisa is NOT FINE, but also is not dead! Yet!

Cas flaps in.

Dean refuses his apology. REFUSES IT. But Cas didn’t come to apologize. Okay, he DID, but he primarily came to heal Lisa miraculously. Dean looks up at him like he completely forgot that Cas can heal.

For Healing Cas Science:

In Jensen Ackles your face is a menace news, Dean displays grief, joy, relief, anger, betrayal, sad cat memes, and more in like less than five seconds of screen time. He thanks Cas for healing Lisa. “I wish this changed anything.” Regrets lie thickly between them. Dean asks for one more favor. He wants himself erased from Lisa and Ben’s memories for good.

When Lisa wakes, Ben explains that they were in a car crash. Dean enters, and introduces himself as the guy who hit them. GAH. The shitty things these characters do!!! Excuse me while I hurl knives at the wall for a solid thirty minutes!

“I lost control for a minute,” Dean says, not AT ALL metaphorically about their time together. “And I just want to say that I’m sorry.” He heads out, leaving the Braedens entirely unprotected from future supernatural threats and missing a substantial chunk of their lives. Hope Cas also cleaned up Matt’s body??? And the busted door??? (Side note: does anyone else have weird squid emotions thinking about Cas willfully blanking their memories when his own memories have been tampered with time and time again? I SURE DON’T!)

Dean meets judgmental Sam back at the Impala. Sam, I see your judgment, and I judge thee valid. Dean talks about his emotions in an open and healt----hahaha nope. Dean tells Sam that if he ever mentions the Braedens to him then he’ll break Sam’s nose. He punctuates that with mournful, red-rimmed eyes which definitely deal at least 1.5X damage against Sam’s puppy eyes. They drive off into the sad music.

Elsewhere, Eleanor Visyak leaves her cabin, only to encounter Cas behind her. Cas flaps her away. CAAAAAAAAS!

You QUOTE Miette??!!

Your chocolate's been in my peanut butter for far too long

What’s with the slow burn?

You’re just a man. I’m better off protecting myself

I’m officially on your team. You bastards

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queerenteen · 3 years

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favourite mha arcs

Definitely not what these are officially, just my names:

Chronological list:

the successor (ep 1 to ep 9)

usj--the league rises (ep 10 to 13)

the sports festival (ep 14 to 25)

hero killer stain (ep 26 to 33)

practical exams (ep 34 to 38)

training camp (ep 39 to 45)

kamino ward (ep 46 to 50)

provisional license (ep 51 to 63)

overhaul and eri (ep 64 to 78)

remidial+school festival (ep 79 to 86)

what it means to be a pro (ep 87 to 90)

joint training (ep 91 to 100)

my villain academia (chp 218 to 240)

endevour agency (chapter 241 to 252)

paranormal liberation front [plf] war (chp 253 to 305)

this one can probably be broken down further but it would contain far too many fragments so i'm going to consider it as one arc

total arcs: 15

(prefacing this with I absolutely adore all of the arcs. I would say even the last one is not the worst, rather my least favourite because I would still highly recommend it even by itself)

manga spoilers ahead:

My List:

15. Hero Killer Stain Arc (ep 26 to 33)

This arc was really good, but I never really had a lot of attachment to it.

14. What it Means to be a Pro Arc (ep 87 to 90)

It has Hawks! And the cat and mouse game he plays with Dabi. The fight scene was fantastic, and the billboard rankings was great to watch but again, the emotional element was lacking for me.

13. Practical Exams Arc (ep 34 to 38)

Bakugo and Deku fighting All Might was high-key amazing to watch, and so was the match of Aizawa versus Shoto and Momo but I could have done without the rest.

(edit: Jiro and Kouda vs Present Mic was precious, please continue)

12. Endevour Agency Arc (chp 241 to 252)

The dynamic between Deku, Bakugo and Todoroki was truly a marvel to behold.

Also, Keeping Up With the Todorokis commenced in this arc which is always interesting to watch go down.

11. My Villain Academia Arc (chp 218 to 240)

Seeing the villains for a wholeass arc? Watching each and every one of them have tremendous growth to the point of several quirk evolutions and setting up for the war?

Stunning--it's always a nice change to get such fleshed out villains; with powerful motives that leave us questioning hero society as a whole.

10. The Successor Arc (ep 1 to 9)

Ah, how it all began.

It has the passing of OFA, that rollercoaster of a Quirk Assessment and of course, Deku vs Kacchan Part 1.

It had me on the edge of my seat the entire time.

9. Provisional License Exam Arc (ep 51 to 63)

Do you know how much it pains me to put the arc that has Deku vs Kacchan part 2, the pivotal moment of their entire dynamic, in ninth?

The exam itself is amazing to watch, with so many different threads tying together to form such a brilliant arc.

8. Kamino Ward Arc (ep 46 to 50)

AFO finally shows up, rescuing Bakugo, the end of All Might and the iconic "you're next".

So good.

7. Joint Training Arc (ep 91 to 100)

Seeing the development that all of these characters have had first had is so fascinating to watch.

Each and every single one of these matches had me desperate to see more: and the attachment I felt for the characters is surreal.

6. USJ--The League Rises (ep 10 to 13)

The beginning--when I truly realised that My Hero Academia was going to be one of my favourites of all time.

The action and tension that run throughout the length of this arc fabulously done and it is a good one.

5. Remedial + School Festival (ep 79 to 86)

I love 1a so much, and getting to see them being teenagers instead of soldiers in a war was so refreshing.

I didn't care for the Gentle and La Brava tangent, but seeing Eri smile made it all worth it.

4. Training Camp (ep 39 to 45)

*takes a deep breath* *screams*

Flawless, show-stopping, absolutely stunning.

The depth of this arc never ceases to amaze me. We have the Muscular vs Deku showdown, the introduction to Dabi, Toga and Compress in a greater capacity, the sheer adrenaline that was Deku running through the entire forest with his arms absolutely destroyed so that he could save his classmates.

Stay away, Deku???

The absolutely heartbreaking way in which Deku falls apart when he can't save someone?

This is so angsty, I need more.

3. Overhaul and Eri (ep 64 to 78)

While the Training Camp arc was emotionally charged, there is something in this arc that manages to take a lead over it.

This is the life of Pro Heroes, saving a small girl who has been abused and used as a dispensable tool by someone who should have cared for her.

Eri's story is truly heartwrenching, and it never fails to make me sad.

All the heroes facing their own fears so that they can save her? We get so many brilliant moments for all the characters: Red Riot Unbreakable, Sun Eater, Le Million stepping in and losing his quirk, Sir Nighteye's prediction failing, that final battle between Chisaki and Deku??

Excellent.

2. Sports Festival (ep 14 to 25)

Ahh, it's time for the Quirk Olympics.

There is something so satisfying about a tournament arc.

Deku winning the Obstacle Course without using his quirk, Bakugo vs Uraraka, Midoriya vs Todoroki--there was so much excellent content in this arc, I was thriving.

1. Paranormal Liberation Front War (chp 253 to 305)

*S C R E A M S* *unintelligible muttering and sobbing*

Holy shit, holy shit--this absolute beast of an arc murdered me in the best way possible.

I can't even begin with my favourite things in this arc--I binge-read it and then have reread it several times.

So many things happened over here--from pretty much all of 1a and b getting together to defeat Gigantomachia with Momo at the helm, the painful Twice and Dabi vs Hawks confrontation, Shigaraki possessing OFA, Deku's quirk awakenings, Aizawa's sacrifice for his kids, Bakugo's quirk evolution and shift to the save to win mentality, Ochako vs Toga, Best Jeanist is alive, Dabi is a Todoroki--*gasps for breath*

This arc was brimming with content and I loved every minute of it.

I can't wait for the climax battles to somehow manage to overshadow even this arc.

#i might come back with some panels later but for now--i offer you this #guys reblog with your list of favourite arcs #bnha #mha #mha manga spoilers #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #deku #class 1a #lov #mha arcs #plf war #sports festival #training camp #meta #mha meta #bnha meta

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 2 years

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Fnac meets Undertale

Hey so remember when I said that my soul characters originated from a group of other ocs that I made for another fandom? Well I decided that “hey, might as well shove more ocs down my followers throats!” and thus here we are, with the info dump about the original group as well as a short blurb about how they’d most likely interact with the souls. Disclaimer: if you don’t know what fnaf is, or what fnac is even, look it up- this won’t make sense otherwise.

Chester parallels with Bentley

Chester (possesing Chester the Chimpanzee for obvious reasons):

- died at age 25 from being bludgened to death with a banjo

- the first of his friend group to die

- best friends with another 25 year old named Pedro, there is no soul variant to him but he’s basically a short black haired hispanic man whose very loud and swears a lot

- Chester himself is kind of a massive pushover, very mild tempered, polite albeit a bit shy, and also has a Texan accent

- Interacting with Bentley would be headache inducing, but he’d be too polite to tell the child to shut the fuck up. Out of all of the animatronics, he is possibly one of the best at dealing with children and Bentley isn’t all that hard to please. He’s had kids far more challenging then a little boy who needs something to use his mass amounts of energy on, so he can handle it fairly well.

Cindy parallels with Paige

Cindy (possesing the Cindy animatronic for, yet again, obvious reasons):

- about 24/25? it’s been a while since I’ve talked about these characters alright

- still orphans, still twins (you’ll meet her sib later)

- was the second of the group to die, was crushed by a machine

- used to be very shy and soft spoken while alive, but after death grew some spine and stepped up as the cheer leader of the group to keep moral high despite the shitty situation

- despite her relative maturity, she would absolutely SQUEAL when seeing Paige. She loves little kids, and Paige is just the sweetest little thing. She’d want to play with her SO MUCH, rules be damned. Paige would also be quite fond of her, and probably feel comfortable talking her ear off about fairytales.

Vinnie parallels Justin

Vinnie (Sad puppet aka Vinnie puppet):

- 21, the youngest to die in his group

- has an older brother, Roderick, who was 25. He is Roderick, possesses the Rat animatronic and is the William Afton of the fnac group.

- his brother basically stopped him from falling into ruins by taking care of him through everything

- was killed by accident, got in the way of his brother and was stabbed in the head. The third to die.

- Used to be very soft, naive and sweet similarly to how Justin is but after his death became reclusive, sarcastic and depressed.

- Seeing Justin would be both nice and really hard for him, because on one hand being reminded of his naive youth is refreshing and helps him feel some sort of hope to counter the hopelessness of the situation. But on the other hand, it’s a bitter reminder of what used to be when his brother wasn’t a murderer and his friends weren’t ghosts. He’d also just feed him, a lot XD let the child eat like ten burgers and then pass out on the floor. Usually they cost money but eh, he needs it.

Carl parallels Keith

Carl (possessing Candy the cat):

- the same age as Cindy, cause they be twins

- died from being sawed open by a very VERY psychotically pissed Roderick.

- had an opposite character arch to his sister. He went from being one of the most boisterous, talkative and jokey people in the group to being a shy anxious mess. Losing your only family member will cause that sort of mental breakdown.

- spent much of his early life taking care of his sister, slight parentification

- Meeting Keith would be pretty mixed just like with Vinnie. He loves seeing such a bright eyed young boy, but at the same time seeing that he too has to take on the responsibility of parenting other children, especially a fully orphanage of them would be upsetting. But he’s such a sweet boy that he’d still want to be around him as much as possible.

Kate parallels with Isabelle

Kate (possessing Cat):

- 25 (?) years old, maybe a little bit younger

- hung herself, was the second to last one to die and the only one who didn’t die directly from Roderick

- Roderick has a crush on her, the three of them (Vinnie, Roderick, and Kate) have been friends the longest.

- really not like Isabelle... at all. She’s a tomboy, likes sports and other more guyish stuff. This didn’t change all that much after death, though she did try and hold the group together with Cindy. They are very close friends.

- so Isabelle and Kate wouldn’t have much to talk about really. Kate likes mechanics and robot maintenance, sports and stuff like that while Isabelle likes ballet, classical music, and other more stereotypically girly stuff. They wouldn’t get along or not get along, they’d just have a neutral relationship: not arguing but also not being able to relate with each other about anything OTHER then the fact that they both like the socially awkward glasses boy in their groups. SPEAKING OF WHICH-

Saving the best for last, Chris parallels Paxton!

Chris (possesses Old Candy):

- the oldest of the group, 28 years old

- was the last to die, and was poisoned with cyanide

- went the majority of his life being a loner until Vinnie as an eleven year old boy sought out talking to him when he was eighteen.

- quite possibly more serious and closed off then even Paxton, equally as snarky and sarcastic as well. And a workaholic to the extreme. Basically just Paxton given more time to bloom, minus being mute and British.

- due to how similar they are, they would... barely speak to each other. Left to socialize to each other, they would end up sitting there an hour at least before someone comes into the room and tells them to stop being freaks and talk to each other. Basically force them to have a strenuous conversation with small talk and lots of moments of dead silence. Chris isn’t a kid person, which is funny considering he owns a childrens restaurant.

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Sunday Romance

I’ve been wanting to revisit Origin, but from Nyssa’s POV, and this week’s @sunday-romance prompt gave me that opportunity.

Cw: murder, suicide

A soft moment.

One of many, she hopes, now they’re far away and free.

She wants softness forever, but the displeasure of her Goddess sits in her chest like a heavy lump of stone. It is a reminder of the life she abandoned, and one that will not shift despite her numerous prayers.

Maybe she would have greater success if she prayed for forgiveness, instead of understanding, but she sees no reason to apologise for her actions. Her life does not belong to the Goddess, or to the village. Her life belongs to no one but her.

She lays in the furs, eyes closed, her hand entwined in his, and dreams of their future. It’s a future without fighting and finery, one far different from what they could ever hope to achieve back home, but it is a future where they are together, not apart.

The moment doesn’t last.

He pulls her from their bed and pushes a knife into her hand, and her breath quickens as she tries to remember the plan.

Keep behind him, she recalls, just as the first attacker comes through the door, and if he falls, not to let them take me alive. The second part is a recent addition, one she has not mentioned to him. She fears her fate should she be forced back to the village, and does not want him to suffer that knowledge too.

He attacks the intruder and blood splatters her face and she screams, then screams again when a sword catches her love in the shoulder. She is his weakness, his vulnerability, and for a moment his fear shines through. But in an instant it is gone, and he turns back to the task at hand.

She keeps her back to the wall, clutching the knife with both hands in front of her. The blade points inwards, not out, and her hands shake as she watches him call down violence, and war. It is everything she has stood against, and it pains her to see his soft features drenched in the blood of the fallen, but she needs his violence as much as he needs her calm.

Then smoke, and fire, as their hut burns around them. She screams again, not wanting to be burned alive.

He reaches for her and she takes his hand, clutching the knife tightly in the other. They can leave now.

But outside is far worse.

“Run,” he whispers, letting go of her hand as he turns to face an army.

She doesn’t want to leave him, instead readying the knife once again, only to be grabbed by rough hands. The knife falls, as do her tears, and she starts screaming and struggling, desperate to break free. She needs an end.

He is on his knees now, and even with a sword at his throat she sees him fight for her. But it is too late for him, and for her, and she prays once more to the Goddess for a reprieve.

Instead there is a sharpness in her chest in the form of a sword and she screams again as it is removed. Blood coats her hands and she falls to the ground, and despite the pain she fights to keep her eyes open, wanting to see his face one last time. She is unsure as to whether her prayers were answered or not: a quick death is far more than she could have hoped for, given what she did, but it is still a death.

She splutters blood as she hears his death sentence. She had been right about the village wanting to set an example for their behaviour, but wrong about the person. She mattered far less than she had realised, but him… he would make a great example.

Her eyes settle on her abandoned knife and she tries to call out to tell him it's there, but her mouth refuses to move. Her arms, too, are frozen in place, and as he puts the knife to his own throat she finds she cannot look away.

Then more blood, and an ending.

For him, anyway.

She lays there, prone despite her best efforts, unable to do anything but stare at his lifeless face while around them the men begin to leave.

And continue staring, as day turns to night and day again.

The whole time, she tries to scream, to fight, to move. This is not the afterlife, she is still here, and being left this way feels a far worse punishment than she could have ever predicted she would receive. She wanted to be with him forever, but not like this. Please, Goddess, not like this.

When her prayers go unanswered she wonders if they will be found.

Wonders if they will be kept together.

Wonders if he’s suffering the same.

Another day passes and to her delight he groans, suddenly sitting up and touching his throat. He is alive, somehow, and she tries to call out to him, to tell him she’s still here. But again the words don’t come out, and delight turns to fear.

Please don't leave me…

Instead he scrambles to her and holds her, and then puts the knife to his throat again.

He collapses on her, his blood running down her face and her neck, and she cries silently once again, wishing she could have stopped him from taking this path.

Again, to her surprise, he wakes.

He’s crying now, a softness and a vulnerability she has never seen from him, and he's holding her tight to his chest, begging her to return.

I am trying, she tries to say. I am here!

Suddenly, her finger twitches. Then her hand. And slowly, she is able to lift her arm to cup his face. Her movements are stiff, feeling as if she is encased in dried mud, but she does not care. She is moving again, and touching him, and as soon as the other arm behaves she is clutching him like he’s the only safe port in a storm.

“I thought you were dead,” he whispers into her hair.

“I was,” she whispers back, sure of it now. “As were you.” She brushes his neck, feeling nothing but unbroken skin and dried blood beneath her thumb. Was this a punishment or a blessing? She isn’t sure.

It is still hard to move. He helps her sit up, and finally she can see the burned remains of what was once their new home.

“We can start again,” he says, lifting her sadness. “Somewhere far from here. They won’t come after us again, as they don’t know we’re alive.”

She has her doubts. “Are we alive?”

“I don’t know,” he whispers in reply.

It doesn’t matter, she decides. All that matters is that she is with him.

She says his name, and tells him she loves him, but instead of responding, he frowns.

“If we start again,” he says,” then we start again, completely. The people we were are dead. Time to become someone new.”

She likes that idea. A new name, a new life, a new beginning. “Greetings,” she says, pressing her hand to her chest and bowing slightly. Her voice grates in her ear, sounding deeper somehow. “I am Sefa.” Her sister's name. ”May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”

He smiles. “Egil.”

Egil. She repeats it, trying to relate it to him. It is different but suits him, and she casts his other name aside.

“We need to leave,” he tells her, getting to his feet.

She tries to stand but cries out instead, not from pain but frustration. Her Goddess is gone now but her displeasure remains, the lump in her chest now extending from her head to her toes.

“Are you alright?” He asks, crouching down to her, fear returning to his eyes. “Where does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t. I just feel—“ abandoned, alone— “heavy. And stiff. But I am fine; it will pass.”

He stares into her eyes a moment longer, then nods. “Rest,” he tells her. “I’ll take care of things here.”

She sits in the dirt as he searches through the ashes. He seems different, somehow. More focused. He seems unconcerned with this new state of being, and it bothers her slightly that she is unconcerned too. All she wants to think of is their future, together. However it may be.

And she will not be taken from him again.

She picks up the knife abandoned next to her. It still feels foreign in her hand but no longer unwelcome, and she vows to learn how to better use it. Next time anyone tries to seperate them, she will fight too.

His search done, he returns to her, bundling up their few surviving possessions into the burned remains of what was once her cloak. They will need new clothes, she realises. There is too much blood and damage on theirs.

With great care he helps her to her feet, and she finds to her relief she can still walk. Together they leave, and she doesn’t look back, uninterested in the life that abandoned them. All that remains is the future.

And them.

#Sunday love #don’t know if I like this one #but I was determined to finish it #Dominic x Nyssa #cw: murder #cw: suicide #sundaylove

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derekmorganscrocs · 3 years

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Nancy Drew 2x9

Thoughts While Watching

Spoiler Alert!!

Aw no poor bess. AW PLATANCHOR ACE! Oh besties so cute. Poor bess oh no

Odette coming through with the pessimistic vibes about the day. Me. Always. “Nickolas” HAHAH Odette please. She’s so sassy. “No I’m not au-revoiring, you are.” Nick pls. GEORGES TATTOOS- George is gonna die omfg. Pls Nick is the only logical one here. OF COURSE IT WAS GONNA GET STOLEN YOU PUT IT IN YOUR DAMN LOCKER.

oh it’s probably Gil, not Grant. Sorry I thought you were a murderer grant. NOT THE PIE. why’d ace sound so sad about the pie. TELL ME STONER BOY DIDNT SNITCH.

AW ACE THE LIL FLOWER. “Aw Ace I’m so happy for you :) now I’m gonna die :)”. I think that Grant is an informant or something.

Sassy thief bad boy, I like. But I also don’t bc he’s tryna kill george. PROTECTIVE NICK! Detective Nick 😏. OH ACEMANDA, okay. Ohh

Okay wait I kinda feel bad for Gil. But mans is still going to end george. Oh Nick is v hot okay. Protective Nick. I love him. And Gil is kinda noble despite the whole killing george and theft thing ngl.

Carson coming thru. Of course, king Carson thanks babe. “Ok can GEORGE weigh in?” Pls george you’re funny.

BESS OMG WHAT R THOSE? TONGS? Carson and Bess moment funny. “Are you alright?” He sounds so fine with it but also so concerned. AW CARSON FATHERING BESS TOO PLS I LOVE HIM. The Drew Crew is now Carson’s Crew Of Baby Ducks.

Okay I mean at least Amanda didn’t spill. She’s so pretty too!!! Okay but I kinda like the bobseys ngl. Sorry guys. Gil is also very hot. I bet their mom either isn’t dead or is gonna show up as a ghost?? Okay but I feel bad for them no. Oh do I smell an Acemanda scavenger hunt?

NO NO NO NOT THE FANSON FIGHT. AW NO PLS I LOVE THEM. HES PROPOSING?! Oh no nvm. DO NOT BREAK UP. DO NOT. Fanson scavenger hunt?

Oh is that b dead? No nvm they’re still breathing. OH GIL JUST DIPPED. Patience impaired- MOOD. OH THAT WAS HOT “wasn’t this more fun than picking a lock” WOAH THERE BUCKO. YEAH BUT WOAH.

“Am I crying too loud” BESS IS A MOOD. Aww Carson is trying to distract her, please omg. Dad Carson is so cute. LAWYER BESS, LAWYER BESS.

Oh that’s creepy. NOT A BASEMENT- NANCY UR DUMB. OH THAT WAS SO FUCKING SCARY WHYD THIS PRINCE PHILLIP LOOKING MF JUMP LIKE THAT- NOT THE BASEMENT. fake wall? Yeah Gil break down that wall. OH GOD IS THAT HIS MOM?

HE STASHES THINGS BESIDE THE POLICE STATION- WHAT?! I love that. Acemanda could be cute though? Maybe? Idk I need to decide if I can share.

ODETTE IS BACK. Nick is so over it. WHY IS SHE SO SALTY ABT BEING STUCK IN GEORGE LMFAO. PLS “granite, limestone. Be done with it” ODETTE I CANT. She’s outta pocket. “Oh, well. Odette called me an idiot.” PLS NICK AND ODETTE ARE SO FUNNY.

Oh it’s just drawings, I thought it was a body. Poor Gil :( wait I actually feel bad. Ok I’m here for Gil but he’s pissing me off with this whole shroud thing. DONT KILL GEORGE, U HOE. Mommy’s ghost is boutta show up. NO WAIT WHAT IF SHE WAS KILLED BY A GHOST. she totally was. HAHA nancy got caught. I laugh but that was awkward.

KILLED BY GHOST, OBVIOUSLY. “We’ve heard great things about your restrooms.” PLS. Ace knowing nothing about art. NANCY ITS UNKOWN THEYRE OBVS NOT GONNA HAVE THE NAME.

Dad Carson aw. Pls besties Bess and Carson. AWWW THERE WASNT EVEN A HEARING. Carson should just adopt the entire Drew Crew. LAWYER BESS! LAWYER BESS! I WANT LAWYER BESS! Dad Carson please adopt me too. REASSURANCE. I LOVE.

“Technically they sold it to nick” “What?” PLS NICK/ACE IS SO FUNNY TO ME. besties are so funny. SHES NOT DEAD I TOLD YALL SHES NOT DEAD. IF GEORGE DIES I WILL RIOT.

GIL YOU NEED TO CHILL. SIR. PLEASE DO NOT DO IT. DONT DO IT. Oop Nancy is already there. SHES STILL ALIVE I TOLD YOU GUYS. please poor Gil. Aw, I feel so bad. She was definitely actually being haunted, but I digress. No please poor Amanda. “Why would she tell you but not me?” HIS VOICE GOT SO SMALL. TWIN MOMENT. okay but Amanda coming thru for the Drew Crew. WOOHOO GIL REDEMPTION!

“Cheer up Boss.” IF BESS DOESNT KEEP CALLING NICK BOSS ILL BE UPSET. “There’s still an old timey French lady living in my girlfriend.” AW OMG. ODETTE NO-

GEORGE NO. NONONO. oh thank god nick and Bess got there. Bess coming through with the lawyering. Nice. Bess crashing and burning here. “If you do this to george I wont have to imagine it. George deserves to live.” NICK- FANSON- CRYING. CRYING. OMFG HE LOVES HER. NICK I LOVE YOU. FANSON. HUG HUG HUG SWEET CUTE WOW. tag yourself, I’m bess crying in the background.

Nancy and Ace- “says the guy dating his twin sister” HE GAVE HER HIS HOODIE. I AM JEALOUS NGL. I’m very immersed in this, don’t Judge me. NOT THE BANANA CREAM PIE, NANCY PLS. oh they’re holding hands???

Acemanda on the boardwalk, the writers are stealing my ideas, smh. See: The Dumpster Fire I Call Life (linked below) OMG “I only need one” THAT WAS VERY CUTE AND I HATE IT. PLS STOP. JEALOUSY. CUE MR. BRIGHTSIDE- TPAIN SANS LE T- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE. ITS HIS BROTHER?! DO I SMELL FRANK HARDY?

Sister’s Thoughts:

“Why is Ace dressed like a fifth grader?” (It was the blue jacket with the green zipper that made her think that lmao)

“I’m just me, without any secrets,” Carson said.

“Except for your secret boyfriend.” My sister is the number one Caryan shipper.

“Aw Nick is the ghost possessing your girlfriend bullying you? Poor muffin.”

DUMPSTER FIRE FIC LINK:

#nancy drew #ace nancy drew #alex saxon #bess marvin #george fan #george fayne #nancy drew cw #ned nickerson #ace #nick nancy drew

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dipplie · 3 years

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Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

#Super Long #Characters #OC's #ALL my characters so far

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thenonbinarydetective · 4 years

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Catch of the Day-HB Fanfic

A request from one of my new favorite anons. I love all of them, but this request was so crazy I had to do it as soon as possible.

Warning: Angst and bad comedy. Also bad comedic angst. Character death

Additional warning: I can’t take things seriously and I haven’t written in awhile so it may be a bit rusty.

Word count: 1,647

Summary: The boys are chased by a harpooner who does not want to be caught.

Note to the anon: I don’t know what happened in the specific harpooning scene you referred to for inspiration. I didn’t want to spoil myself cause I hadn’t gotten around to playing it yet so, I worked with what I could.

Enjoy or don’t it’s kinda sad!

THWACK!

Frank’s breath hitched as a harpoon burst through the wall of the wooden shed. He looked to his brother next to him over the glistening metal that narrowly missed his head. Joe wore a waning smile. Frank knew what was coming.

“We knew something fishy was going down, I just didn’t think it’d be us.” He laughed weakly. He pealed himself off the wall and shuffled to the other side. Missing the annoyed look that the older Hardy shot at him.

The two brothers had arrived at the tiny fishing village earlier that week after a string of thefts had caught their attention. They discovered it was Gary Keates, an old sailor who currently was attempting to add a murder charge to burglary.

“Why do they always have to try to kill us?” Frank asked brother. He shrugged, then tested the back window. It opened, but neither of them would fit through it.

Keates yelled in the distance, Frank couldn’t understand what he said. It didn’t matter. They either had to break the window or try to duck out the harpooned door. His glance shifted from the window to the door, then from the door to window. He patted Joe’s shoulder, who took it as a sign to step back. Frank took up a rotted piece of floor and swung at the window.

The shattering glass was loud and obvious. Frank was going for quick, he didn’t care about the noise. He ushered his brother out the window and then followed. Joe lead the way in a stealthy, but speedy crouch back towards the main road. The police were to meet them there, along with their father. The village was so far out in the middle of nowhere. They promised to meet the boys in about an hour. Based on a radio message they received an hour and a half ago. With any luck, rescue would find the boys before Keates did.

Joe looked over his shoulder. Beyond his brother, he could still see Keates circling the shack. His harpoon gun bouncing off his leg. He had ammunition ready on his back. “I know the old dude is out of his shell, but I can’t believe he’s treating his harpoon gun like a bow and arrow.” Joe whispered.

“And I can’t believe you’re still making fish puns while were being hunted like animals.” Frank hissed back.

“You mean like whales? Or seals?”

Frank pointed ahead, silently commanding his brother to keep marching on. Also probably to shut up. They had a little way to go before they would reach the main road, and Keates was going to find them soon. Even with all the trees, the older Hardy boy felt too exposed. His only solace was that Joe remained in front of in and Gary Keates was behind him.

“You went to the woods, didn’t ya?” The Hardy Boys heard Gary rationalize as he left the area surrounding the rotten shack. A splintering CRACK rung out through the forest. At first the Hardy Boys feared they stepped on a twig, but it was their hunter retrieving his old harpoon. “I’ll find ya.”

They concealed themselves in some bushes, but they could still feel Keates’ searching gaze as he roved the forest. He was still far behind them. The hairs standing up on the back of Frank’s neck made it seem like he was right behind them.

He ushered Joe back in front of him again and motioned that they should go forward. He saw the worried look in his brother’s eyes, there was nothing he could do to comfort him besides giving him the same look. The situation already seemed bleak, but as long as he could keep Joe safe. Frank’s own safety didn’t matter.

Keep moving forward

Keep staying silent

Keep protecting your brother

In this moment, both brothers were repeating this in their minds. The slow pace was agonizing, and Gary’s shouting did not put them at ease. Slow and steady keeps you alive, right? That’s what their father taught them. In a way. He also taught them to not accuse someone who might kill them when they are alone in a small village where no one would find them. A very specific lesson, but one that would have been useful to remember about an hour ago.

They kept going on, keeping their breath as silent as possible. Trying to avoid every stick and crunchy leaf on the ground. It was Fall, which only made this more difficult. The two were making good progress until,

CRACK!

Frank stepped on a twig. It was a small twig, but the sound of it snapping traveled for miles. The brothers froze. This is not good.

“There ya are!”

This really is not good. Keates was already running in their direction. They didn’t have much time. “You keep going that way. “Frank pointed towards the main road. “I’ll split off and keep his focus on me.”

“But Frank?”

“I’ll meet you there. Now go!” He shoved Joe away from him, and the younger Hardy boy had no choice but to take off. He shot one last look to his brother. Frank didn’t look back. He faced the direction in which the harpooner was coming from. His whole body was trembling, he couldn’t disguise his fear with the brave face he put on.

When Keates came close enough, he slowed down. For the first time, he wasn’t yelling. He readied a shot. Unfortunately, too slow to take it. Frank spun around and sprinted off. His path was wild. He made it up as he went. He heard Keates running behind him.

“If I keep him distracted long enough,” Frank thought as he made a jagged turn, “Hopefully, Joe will send the police in time.” He tried to push morbidity out of his mind, it was hard. He’s completely lost in this dark forest. He couldn’t tell the difference between the sound of his own feet and Keates’s.

Frank had to take a chance to find out. He dove into a bush. It was quiet. Had he lost him? He waited for a few seconds and he could only hear his breathing. He waited before standing up. Looking around his surroundings, he realized he wasn’t too far from the main road. He continued on. There was an outpost nearby that would protect them better than some decaying shack ever would.

“Joe’s probably already there. The police better be there to kelp.” He whispered to himself. “Help. He’s not even here. How did he make me do that?” He laughed for his younger brother, who would’ve appreciated his pun. Frank slowed his pace down to a walk. Safety was in sight.

He caught sight of the shack, but that wasn’t the only thing he saw. Keates had beaten him there. Joe was backing away from him with his hands raised. Frank heard him plead, “No no no no please-AHCK!”

The first harpoon dug into his shoulder and pinned him to the wall.

Frank ran, but he was too slow and too far to stop Keates from loading another.

The second sliced through Joe’s leg. He cried out again.

Frank tripped over a root.

The third struck his hand. Joe didn’t make a sound at this point.

Frank jumped back to his feet and made another desperate attempt to stop the assault.

A fourth buried deep into his side.

Finally, Frank tackled Keates. He tried to pin him down, but the old man fought back viciously. So did Frank. They were rolling in the dirt, no matter how much Frank kicked and punched the old man was still fighting back. He couldn’t believe the energy his assailant possessed. Especially since he was running out of his own. Adrenaline surged through him, but it wasn’t enough. Keates stretched out to grab a harpoon.

The older Hardy took a risk. He shot up. As quick as he could he stepped on the harpooner’s hand, causing him to recoil. He then picked up a rock and bashed his opponent’s head without a second thought. He was out.

Joe’s head slumped, the rest of his body remained pinned to the outpost wall. His vision blurred, his breathing heavy, he was trying to fight it. He was trying to stay alive. He heard the sirens. The police wouldn’t make it. Their dad wasn’t there to save him. He was always supposed to keep them safe in this job. He failed. Joe knew he had to fight for himself now, but it was getting so hard.

Frank’s voice sounded miles away, even though he was inches from his face. Frank always had a solution. He could see the panic in his brother’s face. He was trying to find one. “You can’t fix it for me this time.” Joe mused. He tried to make light of this dark situation he got caught in. There was too much blood, too much pain, it was too hard to stay awake.

“Shut up.” Frank choked out. He couldn’t take out the harpoons, that would only make the bleeding worse. He couldn’t treat his wounds. He couldn’t leave him to get help. He couldn’t help him. He couldn’t protect his brother. “Stop talking.”

Joe weakly lifted his head and looked in his brother’s eyes. He hoped the look he was giving him was enough to tell him everything he needed to. This was the end. Joe wished he could tell his brother how much he loved him and how this wasn’t his fault. He wished he could ask him to say the same to their parents. He was out of time to say all those serious things now. Joe did the only thing he could, “Guess I’m the catch of the day… Sea you on the other side, Frank.”

“Those better not be your last words.” Frank scolded as tears fell.

But they were.

#This is my first real fic on here so I'm a little nervous #Remember I'm a little out of practice so if it's a bit rough around the edges #I'm still dusting my skills off a bit #frank hardy #joe hardy #the hardy boys #hardy boys #hardy boys fanfic #nancy drew #nancy drew games #I'm actually crying rn

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jess-rewatches-prodigalson · 4 years

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Episode 11: Alone Time

Prodigal Son. Come for the plot line. Stay for the whump. Let’s dive into this episode.

SPOILERS AHEAD.

0:06 - Look at poor baby Malcolm’s black eye. :( Do you think the bullies are why he got into martial arts - because he wanted to defend himself?

0:59 - Malcolm is chained to the ground. At this point he can’t escape. Can someone please explain to me why Watkins decided to take Malcolm’s shoes and socks? I mean - no shoes makes it harder to run away but he’s chained to the ground so why bother?!? Furthermore, where is Malcolm’s tie and suit jacket? Why take those? ...he also took Malcolm’s watch but at least that one makes sense.

1:10 - This is Not Good. Malcolm looks scared and a little confused. Does he have a concussion?

1:45 - This is Gil terrified and determined to find his missing kid. My heart is breaking just looking at him.

1:50 - Why was this speech necessary 12 hours after the kidnapping and murder? Why to the whole precinct? Why does Colette get to make it instead of Gil? The precinct respects Gil. They don’t respect Colette.

2:03 - JT looks sad and scared. I don’t think we’ve ever seen him look this upset. Malcolm’s wormed his way into JT’s heart. It’s sweet.

2:08 - Dani looks concerned and scared too - but that’s not a surprise given the amount of screen time that’s been given to Dani and Malcolm’s brewing friendship.

2:10 - Gil looks pissed when he’s staring at the floor. I don’t blame him Colette is suggesting that his kid might already be dead. He’s probably blaming himself. Is he side-eying Colette - for making an insensitive speech 12 hours late? Or Dani and JT because he wants them to ignore Colette and go and find Bright?

2:24 - JT isn’t acting out of line here. I’ve watched enough Criminal Minds to know that sometimes locals PD officers/detectives get upset and take things personally when the FBI get involved. BUT Colette is acting like a real piece of work. She’s disrespecting JT on purpose. She clearly hates men. What is her deal?

2:31 - Dani is great here. She totally diffuses the fight that was about to break out at JT (rightfully) lost his mind on this woman. It makes me wonder if Dani was bullied as a kid. Colette is acting like a high school queen B. Dani doesn’t seem like the type to be a queen B so I wonder if she was tormented by one as a kid?

3:00 - Honestly, I’m pissed about this. Yes - Jessica shouldn’t have had that press conference. BUT it’s downright criminal to avoid telling a mother that her child was kidnaped. Just more proof that Colette is a controlling, b**ch. Gil looks like he’s using all of his self-control not to lose it on Colette - which is a shame because I would pay good money to watch that outburst.

3:15 - Colette clearly thinks that Gil and Jessica are in a relationship since she caught them standing so closely in Gil’s office. It’s kind of funny but also such an inappropriate thing for her to focus on right now.

4:10 - So Gil does have a history of church attendance. The past tense there makes me assume that he stopped going when he became and adult and moved out of his parent’s house.

4:15 - This is the closest to a Gil outburst we’ve gotten so far. I’m obsessed with it. Look at his face. He’s furious. He’s scared. ALSO - please tell me that Matilda gets jail time for being an accomplice.

5:40 - When Jessica is on the phone she really reminds me of Ainsley. They both have this certain inflection in their voices when their determined and having a conversation with someone.

5:46 - Oh no. Gil does not want to do this. He does not want to tell Jessica that he didn’t protect Malcolm well enough. Look at how wrecked he is. He looks close to tears.

6:24 - “It’s about Malcolm.” Jessica’s face. She immediately goes from playful and determined to serious and terrified. This woman adores her son.

6:38 - I love this whole conversation between Gil and Jessica. I love that Gil calls her Jess. It suggests that at one point in time they were good friends. Believe me - my name is Jessica. If you introduce yourself as Jessica to everyone only your close friends/family (and douchebags trying to get in your pants after knowing you for 2 minutes) will start casually start calling you Jess. Furthermore, they both look scared. I love that Gil tries to reassure Jessica that it’s not her fault - partially because he knows it isn’t - but partially because he believes it’s his fault for not keeping a better eye on Malcolm.

6:55 - It’s interesting to me that the writers keep suggesting that there’s the potential for a romantic relationship between Gil and Jessica but then they also show Gil wearing his wedding ring. I find this interesting because Gil is a dude with a iron-clad moral standard. He would never cheat on his wife. The fact that he’s still wearing that ring suggests that he would never do anything with Jessica because he still considers himself married to his deceased wife.

7:04 - I love how determined Gil is to find Malcolm. How desperate Jessica is to help.

7:24 - Oh hell yes. This is such a great exchange. Gil is going to visit Martin Whitly and Jessica pretty much gives Gil permission to murder him. Gil and Jessica are both so desperate to find Malcolm and it’s precious.

8:08 - I do not like the way Malcolm is smiling here. He looks drugged and delirious. I’m really worried about that head wound and the fact that he’s probably missed doses of his mood stabilizers. *sigh* I want to hug him.

9:18 - Ok. This is great. Watkins wants Malcolm to become his murder partner. He just thinks that Malcolm needs to “go through the trials”. Hasn’t Malcolm already “gone through the trials”? I mean, his dad is in prison, he’s been bullied his whole life, he has a nasty list of diagnoses that plague him, and he has so much trauma. We shouldn’t compare trauma but Malcolm’s probably had more severe trauma than John’s “my mommy left me with abusive grandparents who locked me in a wardrobe”. What happened to John was criminal but also he’s killing people.

9:31 - I love that Malcolm openly states that he’s not a killer. How many times do you think he’s had to say that to people throughout his life? People who judge him when they find out who his father is. How many times do you think he’s said it to himself in the middle of a panic attack? Makes me wonder at what age he changed his last name.

10:02 - Aww Dani. Girl, you’re breaking my heart. You look so worried about Malcolm. ALSO love the determined teamwork we’re getting from Dani and JT here. So sweet.

11:00 - When do you think Martin last saw Gil? Murder trial? When Malcolm was a teenager? More recently? I’m really curious.

11:20 - Look at the pure hatred in Gil’s face. Man. Gil is an absolute A+ guy but I genuinely believe he’s capable of murdering Martin Whitly without guilt.

11:30 - Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how incredible Michael Sheen is in this scene? He’s always good but this scene is just....wow. *chef’s kiss* Martin’s eyes. Martin’s panic attack. The way Martin squints due to light sensitivity. The hysterical laugh. Ugh. So. Good.

12:18 - Gil’s face when Martin is laughing hysterically. The look he’s giving Martin is fantastic. It’s a look of anger and disgust. Watch as Gil crosses his arms and avoids eye contact with Martin a few seconds later. It’s as though Gil is physically restraining himself from crossing that red line and using physical force to get the answers that he needs from Martin.

13:16 - Anyone else hate it when Martin calls Malcolm “my boy”? It really drives home the fact that Martin is a psychopath for me. A normal man who refer to Malcolm as “my son”. The fact that Martin refers to Malcolm as “my boy” implies that he views Malcolm as an object that he possesses. It makes me feel sick.

13:30 - Amazing. Check out this look that Martin and Gil share. For a split second Martin has Gil convinced that he cares about Malcolm. Martin’s eyes are conveying fear for Malcolm. So are Gil’s. I’m sure Gil wasn’t intending on telling Martin that Malcolm is missing but Gil’s desperate. His emotional walls are crumbling and Martin has succeeded at manipulating him into telling him about Malcolm.

13:50 - Martin’s panic attack is really interesting to me. First of all I’m an engineering student - not a doctor or a psychologist, BUT I’ve always thought that psychopaths can’t feel empathy or anxiety. Therefore, I thought psychopaths were literally incapable of having a panic attack (a quick google search suggests that my assumptions might be wrong). Secondly, why is Martin having a panic attack? Is it truly because he’s worried about his son? I don’t think so. I think it’s because he’s afraid of what Malcolm might find out from Watkins. I think he’s afraid that the NYPD and Malcolm might discover that Martin has done more crime than has been previously thought.

14:03 - Martin you are lucky Gil needs you conscious. If he didn’t he would’ve probably let you suffocate to death simply for traumatizing Malcolm.

15:05 - Look at the way Malcolm physically recoils when Watkins starts screaming. Huh. I never noticed that before.

15:27 - Malcolm is too good for this world. Seriously, the guy is chained up, bloody, and in pain yet he’s empathizing with his captor. It’s not even Stockholm, Malcolm does this to every serial killer. It’s almost as if he’s trying to help them because he wishes someone would’ve helped his Dad. Or that he wishes that he could help Martin - but he can’t so he uses other serial killers as a substitute for Martin. Kind of concerning behaviour actually.

16:30 - This whole stabbing scene is perfect. Malcolm looks terrified and confused when he finds out about Watkin’s old stab wound. Then Watkins stabs him and Malcolm descends into silent, painful, shock. My whump heart is beating so fast. I have so many feelings.

19:06 - Anyone else find the way that Gabrielle says “You need to stay alive kiddo.” is super creepy?!? Just me? Ok.

19:55 - You know, it’s really impressive that Malcolm is so self-aware when he’s hallucinating and/or having a nightmare.

20:11 - This is heartbreaking. Malcolm looks so lost and scared. He doesn’t care about his life anymore - just answers.

21:21 - I’m so offended that Colette is chilling at Gil’s desk like it belongs to her. This woman is on thin ice with me.

21:30 - Look how desperate/scared JT and Dani are. These. Are. The. Friends. That. Malcolm. Deserves.

22:00 - Of course. Colette isn’t coming because she’s concerned about Bright. She’s coming because 1) she doesn’t trust Dani and JT and 2) she wants credit for the arrest of John Watkins.

22:46 - “It’s over.” Is Martin referring to his son’s life or the very comfortable prison life that he’s established for himself. I genuinely think that Martin is afraid of what the NYPD will find out when they find Malcolm’s body (because Martin assumes Malcolm is dead).

22:48 - Martin and Gil fighting over being Malcolm’s Dad is everything. My heart is so full. Gil is getting soooo pissed. I’m in love. This scene might just be my absolute favourite of the whole season thus far (April 16,2020).

25:35 - More suggestions that something is going on romantically between Jessica and Gil. Check out the look in Gil’s eyes there. He’s upset. Is it because he likes Jessica and he thinks he’s not worthy of her. OR is it because Martin is wasting time and he thinks that Malcolm is dying?

25:50 - Malcolm doesn’t look surprised here. He looks confused and a little scared. Huh. Did he previously suspect that Martin had been planning on killing him?

26:40 - You know, everyone reacts to trauma and bad news differently. However, Ainsley doesn’t seem nearly upset enough about the fact that her only brother has been kidnaped by a serial killer. Even when she’s trying to comfort Jessica - she looks concerned for her mom. Not for her brother.

28:34 - Malcolm looks angry here. He’s desperately trying to convince himself that Martin loves him. That Martin would never try to kill him.

29:10 - This is the most broken I have ever seen Malcolm’s eyes. Holy crap. His lip is twitching. It’s like his brain just completely dissociated. He’s terrified and he thinks his family is in danger.

29:42 - Now Ainsley looks scared. Is it because she thinks a serial killer (other than her dad) gave her gifts as a child? Or is it a delayed reaction to Malcolm’s kidnapping. Kind of like a 5 stages of grief but for a kidnapping? She hit the disbelief and anger stages before the fear stage?

30:50 - Why does Colette feel the need to restate that she’s the primary on this case? It seems redundant and demeaning to JT and Dani. Ugh I hate this woman.

30:59 - I love that Malcolm suddenly snaps out of his dissociative state the second that Watkins tells Malcolm that he is going to kill Jessica and Ainsley. He becomes desperate and even more terrified than before. Look how fast he’s moving despite his injuries. That’s love.

31:50 - “Damn it Bright. You’re skinny ass better still be alive.” Gold. Just pure gold. JT loves Malcolm like a brother and he is so annoyed that he cares about Bright. This line is everything.

32:00 - Malcolm looks so close to tears here. He’s completely terrified. My heart is shattering. BUT my whump heart is also really happy. Because I’m a monster.

33:06 - I love how angry Dani gets on the phone with Gil. It suggests that Gil took a nasty tone of disbelief with her when she told him they didn’t find Malcolm.

33:30 - Malcolm tries to run after John despite being chained up. My heart is so full. This boy adores his mother and sister.

34:05 - They’re putting Martin back into solitary. Huh. Why didn’t they just have Gil question him in solitary? It was an emergency. Why go to the trouble of moving Martin through the hospital?

34:20 - Gil is definitely not supposed to be that close to Martin. That’s how scared Gil is - he just physically held a serial killer in a sort of comforting way to try and save Malcolm. This man deserves an award for Dad of the Year.

34:55 - So did Jessica not know about the tunnels under the house? I feel like that’s something she would’ve told the police about when Martin was arrested. Or at least something the police would’ve found when Martin was arrested. WHY DID NO ONE THINK TO CHECK THERE WHEN MALCOLM WENT MISSING?!?

35:05 - Jessica Whitly is my queen. Running for her life. Terrified to death. She still has time to make sarcastic, sassy remarks to her daughter. I stan this woman.

36:00 - Look at Malcolm. He’s completely lost the will to live. He’s given up. Until the hallucination of Martin makes him angry enough to keep living.

39:00 - “I have never counted on a man to save us and I don’t need to now.” Again. Jessica Whitly is a perfect woman.

39:20 - Watching Malcolm break his own hand is utterly heart wrenching. What a total badass. He is bleeding out from a stab wound. He probably has a concussion. He is terrified, off his meds, and in extraordinary pain. Yet, he breaks his own hand in a desperate attempt to save his family. That is love. Also...how did no one hear Malcolm screaming in pain when he broke his hand? How did no one hear Watkins screaming at Malcolm earlier?

40:04 - Jessica going at Watkins with a pair of scissors is both hilarious and just vicious. I love it. She is clearly terrified but if she’s going to die she is intending to die fighting. This woman is a treasure.

40:46 - Jessica regains a sense of power when she hears Malcolm’s voice. Her eyes look less scared and more angry.

41:20 - For continuity reasons I’m going to assume that Watkins is hallucinating that trunk and Malcolm just knocked him out onto the carpet. Also protective!Malcolm is very attractive.

42:32 - This ending scene is awesome. That family hug. The fear in Jessica’s eyes when she asks Malcolm if Watkins is dead. The relief in her eyes when she sees Malcolm. The pain in Malcolm’s eyes.

This episode is so so so good. Thanks for hanging out.

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the-rise-of-phoenix-rp · 4 years

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Quotes/Dialogue Options

If you can’t think of anything to write, here’s some dialogue potential

Raw/Powerful Quotes

- Pick a god and pray to it

- Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.

- There are no gods here.

- Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end.

- This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.

- One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.

- Violence for violence is the rule of beasts

- An eye for an eye makes the world go blind

- This is the hill I die on. I will face God and walk backward into hell.

- You are alone, child. There is only darkness for you and only death for your people. These ancients are just the beginning. I will command a great and powerful army, and we will sail to a billion worlds. We will sail until every light has been extinguished. You are strong, child, but I am beyond strength. I am the end, and I have come for you.

- Please, save me! I’ll do whatever you want. Then perish.

- To become a god is the loneliest achievement of them all.

- There are places we’ve never been to. Some of us have never been to the Alps, some of us have never been to Marrakesh. The next life is simply another place we’ve never been before, and we’re all going to explore it together.

- Regardless of what we taste, if we eat together, we are happy.

- Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in a way that matters.

- I survived because I burned my ancestors. Can you say the same?

- Nothing in life is promised except death.

- I don’t see any god up here.

- Time flows ever onward.

- Even we who ride the currents of Time cannot see past Time’s end.

- Power is inert without action and choice.

- I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

- If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have.

- Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created?

- God may judge you, but his sins outnumber your own.

- I am a monument to all your sins

- You kneel before my throne, unaware that it was born of lies.

- You could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature.

- All knowledge is based on that which we cannot prove. Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?

- When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn.

- Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.

- When a bird is alive. It eats ants. When the bird is dead. Ants eat the bird. Time and circumstances can change at any time. Don’t devalue or hurt anyone in life. You may be powerful today, but remember Time is more powerful than you. One tree makes over a million matchsticks, but only one matchstick is needed to burn a million trees.

- I pity the fool that lives like you.

- Why do you fear the stars?

- If you could even begin to comprehend where I came from, you’d be terrified of me.

- Don’t pray! Whatever the fuck you do, don’t pray. Because the ones that are listening, you do not want them to answer.

- In the end, we’re all the same, all we take to the grave is our name.

- If God had wanted you to live, he would not have created me.

- Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you where you stand.

Funny Quotes

- Some people just need a high five… In the face… With a chair.

- Did you just trip? Yeah. I’m still getting used to possessing a vessel.

- We should do something romantic together. Like, plan a murder.

- Is that blood? No? That is not a question you should answer with another question.

Cute/Fluffy Quotes

- You made me feel beautiful when I thought I was nothing.

- I like it when you smile, but I love it when I’m the reason.

- I choose you and I’ll keep choosing you over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.

- They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh, but every time she laughs I’m the one who falls in love.

- I can’t promise to fix all your problems, but I can promise you won’t have to face them alone.

- Your hair is really soft

- You look… You look very nice. Beautiful, I mean. Damn, why can’t I speak?

- You’re very warm.

- You missed. Your lips are supposed to touch mine, you dingbat.

- Shh, stop fussing. I’m just trying to braid your hair.

- Would you mind if I borrowed your jacket? It smells like you.

- Stargazing was a good idea.

- You look beautiful in the moonlight.

- I’ll always be here for you.

- I’ll protect you no matter what.

- I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’ll always have me.

- No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.

- It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.

- It’s storming and I may or may not be really scared of storms so… could we cuddle?

- Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.

- You're so cute when you're half asleep like this.

- I've had a rough day and honestly, all I want is a drink and someone to cuddle with.

- No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today!

Steamy/leading into something Quotes

- Shut up! Make me.

- The problem is if I kissed you I don’t think I’d be able to stop.

- Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

- Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

- Wanna bet?

- I see the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.

- I want to know. And I want to learn from you. With you.

- I think your dress should come off.

- I have wanted you since the first time I saw you.

- No, I'm supposed to be making you feel good.

- Stop teasing.

- Take off your clothes.

- Tell me what you want.

- Bite me. If you insist.

Angsty Quotes

- For once in my life, I don’t have to pretend to be happy! When I’m with you it just happens.

- This is all your fault!

- Please don’t leave.

- Please just talk to me.

- Let me help you!

- Stop pushing everyone away!

- I can’t do this anymore.

- Some people don’t want to be saved.

- I don’t want your apology.

- I wasn’t ready to say goodbye

- You keep saying love isn’t real, but how would you know when you never gave it a chance.

- I can’t believe I ever fell in love with you.

- Just once (can lead to something steamy, but the meaning behind it is still kind of sad)

- I trusted you!

- Does it ever stop hurting? No, you just make room for it.

- I'm trying, all the time, but it's too hard.

- It's just you. You're all alone.

- They can't take anything from me. I have nothing left.

- How could you do this to me?! After everything, we've been through!

- Don't promise me you won't leave. I don't think I can handle another promise right now.

- You actually thought I loved you?

- What does love feel like?

Nightmare Quotes

- Wake up! Wake up! It's just a dream!

- What was your dream about? You're crying.

- Shh, no, no! Don't panic. You're safe now.

- Do you want to go back to sleep or do you want me to make you some tea?

- Shh, it was just a dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.

Possessive Quotes

- You belong to me

- You’re mine to own, understand?

- No, you’re not going out without me.

- Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.

- Did you think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out?

- You’re not allowed to see them anymore.

- You’re being too friendly with them.

- I don’t like it when they touch you.

- I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.

- You can’t leave me. You couldn’t live without me.

- I’m locking you in your room until you learn.

- You’re mine. I watch everything you do.

- Give me your phone. I’m going to read your messages.

- Who were you talking to?

- Don’t cover my bite marks. If you do, I might have to add something more obvious.

- You’re calling that jealousy? Believe me, if you’re still using your legs, I’m not jealous.

- I’m overreacting? Sweetheart, if anything I’m going easy on you.

- Maybe if I branded you, other people wouldn’t be such a nuisance.

- I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll cut their arm off.

- Your life is completely in my hands, so don’t try to test my boundaries.

- I know everything about you, which means I know how to get under your skin. Literally and figuratively.

- If I can’t have you, then no one can.

- I love you means you’re never ever ever getting rid of me.

Whump Quotes

- I’m starting to think you want to get yourself killed.

- Just hold on, okay? I’ll help you.

- Keep your eyes open.

- Don’t worry, love, we’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’t know when, but we’ll meet again some sunny day.

- You can’t leave me now!

- Please, open your eyes. Stay with me!

- Don’t argue with me! You’re going to be fine.

- A muttered ‘help me’ before collapsing

Misc

- What is better? To be born good, or to overcome one’s evil nature with great effort?

- The curse of knowledge is often indecision.

- You must push the world harder than it pushes back.

- Burning a bridge takes too long. I prefer explosives.

#reference sheet #quote sheets #dialogue #dialogue potential

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crapitskizaru · 5 years

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Anxious!Ace x Reader

Could I please request some Ace body worship? :) that boy’s self esteem is too low and he needs some loving sex (bonus if he’s like ‘stop lying to make me feel better’ and his partner is like ‘what’ and redoubles their efforts)

Warning: ace-avenging-thatch theme, angsty vibes, death mentions, negative self-talk, filth-ish? but not really

Word Count: 1,3k

The stifling scent of burning candles and drifting incense must have been one of the assets that kept luring him to your room so strongly - trails of smoke curling upwards to the ceiling, their lazy movements causing the man to take a deeper breath in between his worries.

The constantly present flaming sparkle in his eyes kept catching your attention as he observed every shuffle and every flick of your wrist. You couldn’t tell how many times he already asked for a reading but there was no way you were able to decline his requests. No way you could resist his pleading gaze and soft voice, especially now, when it contained mostly pure distress.

It was eating him alive - the process becoming more clear and visible with each hour that passed since the tragic news spread around the division. He fidgeted, writhed and ached to go, to indulge into the chase; most certainly convinced that at least a faint bit of relief would reach his soul once he avenges his friend. And there was no one on the ship, not even Whitebeard himself, who could stop him from the frantic pursuit - no one besides you.

And so it was the only reason he was still sitting across the table, attempting to catch a glimpse into the future using your ‘magical coupons’, as he used to call them, and not yet roaming across the seas with one goal in mind.

“What do you see?” he asked, jaw taut with tension. “Do they say anything else?”

One glance at his face was all it took to determine how desperate he was. It frightened you - the mixture of hatred and fierce need to stay scorching him from inside out and you just didn’t know how to stop it.

“It’s always the same, Ace,” you spoke gently, afraid to provoke him. “Grave danger, death. The cards tell me it’s best to leave it be.”

“No! You must be reading it wrong.” He stood up with haste and began pacing around the room, smudges of smoke curling around his body like a veil. “What if it means Teach’s death? I’m strong enough, I can kill him.”

“What if you’re not? Why take that risk?”

His burning gaze sought yours. “Because it’s Thatch! How could I ever just leave it be? How could his soul ever rest if I let the murderer run free?”

“You wanted to know what the cards say. You got your answer. And I stand with them on this one, too. Please, Ace, if you just listened-”

“I don’t believe the cards then!” He swooped the deck off the table in one move and rammed his hands onto the surface, leaning over to face you. “I don’t believe them. This is too important to rely on some pieces of paper.”

There was a moment of breathlessness in your lungs when you saw which card was the only one flipped over on the floor - the Knight of Swords. A suffocating lump laced your voice with tears. “Do you still think this is just superstition? This card means sudden death. I won’t let you go after that man, Ace.”

“I never asked for your permission.”

For a moment he was taken aback by his own words. And when he felt you leaping into his arms, the layers of frustration and pain were covered by yet another demon - the one of guilt.

You couldn’t feel anything but the warmth of his lips on your own and the familiar scent of incense in the air. The idea of having this man gone from your life was simply too crushing to stay in your mind for long; that being the last impulse you needed to fall into his presence. To reach for his affection, grasp the silky hair of his, ache to touch his skin.

It was all desperation and greed that drove you two when you landed in bed, breaths taken away as always when you found yourselves this close to one another.

“I should have known. Should have seen through Teach. I-” He struggled to get words past his mouth, the trembling tone suggesting he’s trying not to let go of the tears. There was no break in between his kisses, as if he was afraid to go back to the harsh reality that waited somewhere outside of your closeness.

In spite of his usual preferences, he didn’t oppose when you climbed on top of his lap and were the one to set the pace of your bodies as they tangled and rubbed against each other in the most possessive way. Cupping his cheek, he leaned into your hand - his eyes closed, expression seemingly relaxing.

“This way the blame should rest on all of us, not just you. We were all there. We all should have seen through that man. I can’t let you destroy yourself from guilt.”

There was no stopping to your actions when you grazed over his most sensitive areas, covered in kisses every inch of his skin, caressed the most pleasurable spots. It was all happening at once, fondness spurring you on, and he had no other way to react than to gasp and relish in the acts.

But when you interrupted to catch a breath, all of the worries seemed to hit him twice as hard, pain once again reaching his features.

“You’re just saying it to make me feel better. I know that.”

A little quiver of his lip almost broke your heart in half. Seeing him in this state was torture, beginning to turn even worse when you realized there might be no method to ease out his suffering.

“I love you, Ace,” you whispered, searching for the familiar flicker in his eyes. “I love you more than anything. I would give up the world for you.”

With a deep kiss, you wanted him to truly understand the meaning of your words. He was to be loved, admired and cared for. He deserved that.

“I love your lips. Can’t you see how much I crave to touch them with my own?” Your hands began to rub along his body and, with a faint flutter of heart, you noticed his muscles softening. “I love your arms. They are my home. Whenever I feel down-” you paused, swallowing the tears but not the trembling tone of your voice. “-they are always there to welcome me. You are always there.”

The only response was the whimper coming from his mouth as he buried his head in your shoulder. It was better not to cry now - to show him you were strong, reliable, unwavering by his side - but your cheeks turned wet anyway.

“I can always hide myself in your chest. It feels as if it’s protecting me from all that is evil in the world. And I can cry all I want while hugging you because-” You took a deep, shaky inhale, feeling his hot tears trailing down your arm. “Because I know you won’t ever reject me.”

Slight, delicate pecks in exchange for words were delivered to your exposed skin. In your mind, it made him seem even more vulnerable than before.

“And your eyes.” It took all of your willpower to guide him and meet his gaze - full of tears and pain, like a series of stabs straight through your soul. “Your eyes show me the way. That adorable sparkle in them, I love it so much.” A sad smile rose on your lips. “I don’t need my cards to see the reflection of who you are, Ace. A good man. With a good heart.”

No words were spoken for the rest of the night, both of you too occupied with keeping up the pace of your affections. No words were needed anyway.

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