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Stubborn Little Fox
~ Eris Vanserra X Reader
Summary: Eris struggles to look after his stubborn mate when you are sick.
Warnings: Poorly reader but it’s pretty much fluff. Maybe some suggestiveness.
Notes: Just a silly little fic to tide you over until I finish the angst I’m writing. Dedicated to @sarawritestories who wrote me this exact scenario in an attempt to get me to stop writing and go to bed 😌
Your bed was empty.
Again.
The wrinkled covers pulled back to reveal the bare sheets of where you had once laid, where Eris was supposed find you soundly sleeping upon entering the room.
The Autumn Prince cursed lowly under his breath, knuckles turning white with frustration as he tightly gripped onto the tray of food he had prepared for you.
It was easier to control his hounds - Eris thought as he carefully placed the tray down on the edge of the bed, lest he toss its contents onto the floor in his anger.
Eris was used to completing impossible jobs, and yet nothing has been more difficult than trying to wrangle his sick mate and convince you to sleep away your illness. Your inability to sit still making caring for you harder than Eris had initially anticipated.
He needn’t try too hard to find you, a swift wander down the hall and to his office was all Eris needed to walk before he opened the door to find your sickly form hunched over his desk with a pen in hand. Scribbling away at whatever documents had been left for you once you had recovered.
It was impossible to stop the exasperated sigh which fell from his lips as he took in the paleness of your face and the worrying sheen of sweat which had coated it.
“And why, pray tell me, aren’t you in bed where you’re supposed to be Little Fox?” Eris snarled, all comfort forgotten as he once more found himself trying to coax you back towards your bed.
With shaking hands you reluctantly place your pen down, guilty eyes meeting the burning stare of your mates unforgiving glare. “I’ve got work to finish!” You defend, gesturing to the stack of paperwork which had only grown during your absence from your job.
At your excuse, the red-haired male inhaled deeply, a disbelieving hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. And it wasn’t until Eris exhaled his frustrations that he allowed himself to reply as softly as he could, “work can wait until you’re feeling better.”
“It can’t,” you reason, a disappointed sigh drawing from your sickly lips, “I’m far enough behind as it is. Another day without work and I’ll never be able to catch up. Besides, I’m fine. I feel much better now.”
Whilst Eris prided himself on holding back the roll of his eyes which threatened to occur, he failed to stop the raise of his brow as you proceeded to burst into a fit of coughs after your weak-willed reassurances.
“All better?” He mused, a small smirk finding its home on his lips as he watched you pitifully try to compose yourself. Innocent eyes meeting his own as your incessant coughing eventually came to a halt.
“I have to say Little Fox, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you like going against my orders” Eris chided, slowly walking towards you as he spoke. Each step forward drawing you deeper into his hypnotic trance. “Would I be correct in assuming you keep leaving your bed because you want me to scold you?” He asks teasingly, bringing his face down to meet yours, until his playful eyes were level with your own.
“I can’t say I’d hate it if you had to take care of me” you replied honestly, unable to help the way your gaze drifted towards your mates slightly parted lips.
“Is that not what I’ve been doing all this time?” Eris feigns hurt which fails to read through his wicked smile, “Taking care of my mate?”
“I can think of a few more ways I’d like to be taken care of” you answer, hoping to be seductive but ultimately failing as another round of coughs wrack your chest.
“Later” Eris chuckled, his strong arms coming to lift you from where you were sat, “for now you need sleep.”
You furrow your brows in protest, opening your mouth to argue with your mate before he beat you to it. Eris’s soothing voice acting to calm you, “Don’t worry, I’m going to have to cuddle you just to make sure you don’t run off anywhere else.”
Eris’s warm lips came to meet your aching forehead, his kiss already working to dissipate the uncomfortable pulsating of your sore temples. Your mates healing touch enough to already have you drifting off in his comforting embrace.
“My stubborn Little Fox,” he uttered as he began to move back towards the bedroom which you shared, cradling you close to his body in hope that the heat which he emitted would soothe your aching joints, “you better feel well again soon, I’ll be waiting to deliver your punishment for disobeying me.”
You hum happily in response, nuzzling your face into his warm chest to hide your smirk of anticipation, “I’m looking forward to it, My Prince.”
It was only once you woke, when your fever had broken and the ache in your muscles had quelled, that you noticed that Eris was no longer holding you. That it was his turn to escape the comfortable confines of your sheets which had now grown cold in his absence.
Stepping out from the warmth of your covers, you walked barefoot across the cold wooden floors. Seeking the ever-lasting warmth of your mate. You followed the call, moving through the hall until you found yourself outside his office, the strong scent of crackling wood and chestnuts enough to tell you the male was waiting inside.
Cracking open the door you peered inside, noting the way Eris was slumped over the freshly inked papers you had saved to work on when your health had improved.
Your mate - your selfless, loving mate - had completed them all. No doubt seeking to ease your worries and provide you with the extra hours of rest you would no doubt need once you had woken.
Quietly pulling the door to, you move to the kitchen to prepare your love a warming tea. Because as much as Eris longed to take care of those he loved so dearly, sometimes what he needed was for someone to take care of him in return.
#acotar#fanfic#acotar imagine#sarah j maas#a court of thorns and roses#eris vanserra oneshot#eris vanserra imagine#eris oneshot#eris vanserra x reader#eris acotar#eris x reader#eris vanserra#eris imagine
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Executive Cucumber's thoughts on the Bad Batch: Season 3x06 and 3x07 (I'm pretty sure I'm formatting this differently every time. Oh well)
Okay, there's a subject I'm going to have to postpone until the end of the post because I want all my thoughts on that to be together: the main operative clone. And the rest might be slightly out of order. I'm also doing this before I see anyone else's thoughts, just so we get the pure version.
Let's go!
I honestly thought that Senator Singh and Riyo were dead meat. But no, they're fine because REX IS COOLER THAN ANYONE. Ugh that man. Freaking throwing the grenade back at him.
Clones are beautiful. That is all.
THAT'S THAT ONE PLACE FROM THE OG CLONE WARS MOVIE!!! TETH!!!
Howzer I love you but if you touch Crosshair we will be having words.
I am actually really proud of Crosshair and his restraint this episode. He could have been really cutting to Howzer.
OMEGA WITH THE TOOTHPIIIIICKS and Hunter is jealouuuus
EDIT: ECHO AND THE CROSSBOW HE'S SO SWEET
WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU CROSSHAIR
It's really nice to see normal clones being normal again. (Too bad it doesn't last)
There's something up with Omega. I'm not going to lie, I think that she and Rex are going to plan to get her captured in order to track her back to Tantiss.
HOWZER STOP DISTRUSTING CROSSHAIR THIS MOMENT
I appreciate that Hunter doesn't seem to distrust Crosshair during this point.
...they really shouldn't have brought that operative back.
Rex is considering stealing Omega, I swear. I love that he gets down to her level.
WOOOOOOOOOOOLFFE (Plo would be so disappointed in you)
It's...odd to see these normal troopers with him.
It's also strange that he cannot comprehend that the clones could be traitors at first.
STOP DYING YOU BEAUTIFUL REGS
'She only bites half the time' I'm pretty sure Omega is lying here but I don't care.
CROSSHAIR IS SUCH A WORRIED DAD HOLY CRAP. 'Oh, I'm much worse' I LOVE YOU
And this just gives such a little insight into how the Batch was when they were together. I have a feeling that Crosshair was a fusser and a nagger.
And I love how Howzer's natural and correct conclusion is: 'no one evil could love that child.' (Unless you're Nala Se)
Hey, actual candor from Crosshair. I keep saying this is who he always was under it all, but I do think he's healed somewhat, at least towards regs. The healing power of Omega.
'Too bad' I LOVE THIS MAN
STOP DYING REGS
Rex talking down Wolffe reminded me so much of him trying to talk Jesse down. So ow.
Okay, what ROCK have they shoved Wolffe under for the last YEAR??? YES THE EMPIRE WOULD GET RID OF THE CLONES YOU DOG BRAINED IDIOT
(Plo would be proud that you let them go)
...they just killed all of Rex's clones, except Howzer and Gregor. And I have a bad feeling about Howzer. STOP TAKING THINGS FROM REX HASN'T HE LOST ENOUGH???
Okay here we are, at the big topic. Hold onto your pants.
That operative clone. Is. Tech. Because if he is not, they are purposefully using the narrative to deceive us.
I might miss a few things, but that's because I'm up past my bedtime and I've been up too late the last few days.
1. The falling and water parallels. This clone falls a LOT during this episode and dives into a lot of water. He even falls into mist. This time it's to kill and capture his siblings instead of save them.
2. The injury. This clone is hobbling around a lot after his injury, which was immediately reminiscent of Tech's broken leg at the beginning of season 2. Both of them are forcing themselves past their limit to achieve a mission. Specifically with injured legs.
3. General attitude and demeanor. In combination with the stealth and injury, this clone has a more hunched posture. His speech patterns are more formal, though we haven't really heard a lot of other clone operatives talk with their helmets on. But he's also apparently allergic to orders. I first thought that he'd be out of the chain of command, but they would have told Wolffe that he wasn't in charge of the operative if that were the case. Or the operative would have straight up told him 'I don't take orders from you' instead of staring awkwardly at him. Instead he runs off and does his own thing. While injured. Not to mention the buttons on his gauntlet. The other clone operatives don't have those.
4. The cybernetic legs. Now we don't know for sure if Tech would have cybernetic legs, but it seems likely for a severely injured trooper. And when Crosshair is looking at the heat signature, you can see that his legs are blue instead of yellow or red. No heat. Not organic.
5. What he says to Crosshair. 'You could have been one of us.' 'You chose the wrong side.' Yes, he's talking about Crosshair resisting the re-education. But flip it on its head real quick. 'You could have been one of us. One of the Bad Batch.' 'You chose the wrong side. The Empire.' Those lines very easily have double meanings.
6. An interesting one is when he starts moving rocks after the explosion. Why would he do that? Why not immediately go find another way in? He's moving only the smaller rocks. There's a large one in the way that he couldn't move himself. And he doesn't get the rest of the troopers to come move it when they arrive. He almost seems confused.
Like he's somewhere else after an explosion, having to move rocks. Like in the Crossing.
I know that this hardly seem like iron clad evidence. But in the language of story telling, it's practically screaming in our faces.
And I'm so glad he's back. I missed him. He won't be himself for a while, but I legitimately believe we'll get one last fight with the Batch all together. Because brain washing is a heck of a lot easier to fix than being dead.
My sister is doing the good work and creating a tik token about it, and I'll probably share it here when she's finished.
(We're getting the episode 'Identity Crisis ON MY BIRTHDAY and so help me if that's about Tech)
Honestly I thought I'd be more excited, but I spent the entire two episodes forcing myself into not having expectations and also I might be in shock.
#the bad batch#tbb#the bad batch season 3#the bad batch season 3 spoilers#tbb season 3 spoilers#tbb spoilers#bad batch#tbb tech#tbb crosshair#tbb hunter#tbb omega#tbb wrecker#tbb echo#star wars#tbb season 3#captain rex#commander wolffe#captain howzer#tech lives#i am sure of it now#crossdad#can this show stop being so good I'm trying to live my life#and I'm up too late again#clone troopers
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Gabriel 2
Summary: The only comfort Gabriel can find in this place is in your arms. He has no choice but to find comfort in them, because the only other option was to be subjected to the wolves, alone.
(Gabriel is being sexually assaulted in this one and Reader is using that to their advantage to further break him. You have been warned.)
It was a repeating pattern that you were honestly starting to get tired of: Gabriel growling at you through the gag while you wash the dirt off of him, Gabriel glaring at you with a clear and sharp anger while you untangle his hair, and Gabriel attempting to shove himself into a corner as soon as you grab the towel.
He refuses to let up. Refuses to stop rebelling against you with every fiber of his being. You can take a guess why. That loyalty towards his God may be the thing keeping him going. He holds it as his own dying light.
You need to snuff it out. Gabriel needs to learn that his God is well and truly gone. His light won’t reach where Gabriel is right now.
This was why you had Gabriel’s head on your lap, and why you had a random picking of devils surrounding him. You had the urge to pick out devils that you know Gabriel would recognize, but then decided it would be better to pick the riffraff instead.
And it was a good decision. When one of the devils finally snapped out of their power-high stupor and grabbed one of Gabriel’s thighs, Gabriel’s gagged face broke out into a cold sweat. You watched the pride behind his eyes wilt before the presence of fear and disgust. He bit down on his slobber coated gag and thrashed against his binds.
Nails dug into fabric and you listened as the eager devils worked together to tear his pants apart. As his cock cage was revealed and rattled with, legs still held apart, a weak whimper bubbled past Gabriel’s gag.
You laughed a bit. You couldn’t help it.
“Hey, we made them laugh!” One of the devils snickered, mistaken but you’re not about to correct them. You’re too busy carding your fingers through Gabriel’s still wet hair. The devils did some hollers in celebration and were reinvigorated to continue.
As a wave, the group all surged in onto Gabriel’s bound body, hungry for more of your laugh and more of his skin.
You let Gabriel continue to squirm about like a limbless insect. He can’t move far. No matter the direction, he’ll end up in the hands of one of the devils. Being near you was the lesser of all evils. At least, that’s your guess.
Otherwise, why would Gabriel shove his head deeper into your stomach when two devils dove down and bit into his inner thighs.
Hands felt over his torso, touched a cloth-covered nipple, and soon the left side of his shirt was torn into scraps too. Gabriel tried to hunch his shoulders in but the chains binding his wrists behind him prevented that.
A red-headed devil shoved his nose into Gabriel’s armpit, another one with black hair bit into his nipple, and another almost lovingly licked up his torso.
Gabriel fearfully whimpered louder, muffled by your thighs. You heard a watery sniff and only then did you guide Gabriel’s head up. Hair stuck to his face and as you gently moved it aside, you finally found his eyes.
You were used to them apathetic, or filled with a zealous reverence for the one he called God, or even disgust at having to deal with a human like you. And yet, what always blazes in your mind’s eye the most was Gabriel’s anger. The fire, the knife that cuts through this visage of his immovable composure.
Beneath it all was a sad sniveling little thing that’s begging you with his eyes to help, to make this stop as the devils grew more impatient and rattled at his cock cage. You’ve never seen this eyes this watery, this wide. You wiped away the tears, smiled at him, and gently guided his head back to your lap.
When minutes passed and the devils bit into the back of his neck, Gabriel sobbed.
All the while, you continued to untangle his hair. Gabriel has long since stopped struggling. He tried his best to curl closer to your form.
#whb#what in hell is bad#what in “hell” is bad#hell-drabbles#hell-drabbles exclusive#drabble#gabriel#heaven#reader insert
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I’m rereading midnight and it kind of disturbs me how early were supposed to pick up on Brambleclaw and Squirrelstar’s relationship. with hindsight of the rest of the series, at least.
on page 13, one of the first things we learn is that squirrelpaw is 8 moons old and a brand new apprentice. Brambleclaw is a fully grown warrior. They bicker a little bit since Squirrelpaw is literally a child and Brambleclaw is an adult (a young one, but is still fairly older than Squirrelflight.). He’s made a warrior early into Firestar’s quest. Before Squirrelstar is even born.
not even a chapter later the narration on page 17 says
“and he wouldn’t have to listen to her annoying chatter, so he wasn’t sure why he felt slightly disappointed at being set on a different patrol.”
first off all, what a way to think about a little girl, Brambleclaw, I really don’t like how mean the narration is to actual little child squirrelpaw. Of course she’s loud. If she were a Tom she would be seen as outgoing and brave, just a hunch. But since she’s a she-cat she’s seen as “annoying” because she doesn’t blindly listen to the people around her (kind of like her father.) and her more polite sister is praised by the narration for being the opposite. But this is a tangent and more of a personal pet peeve, seeing as we’re in Brambleclaws perspective, he honestly never seems to not see her that way even when Squirrelflight is literally his mate. which is disheartening to me.
like I said, with hindsight knowing they get together later on, this reads as us seeing him have a little crush but not knowing it yet, at least from what I can read. That’s a little weird. Brambleclaw, a fully grown warrior, has a crush on 8 moon old squirrelpaw.
I didn’t even notice this in my first readthrough, and I’m not trying to assume anything about Brambleclaw or how we’re supposed to read his character, but as this kind of second impression after reading this book for the first time in quite a while (I read this first when I was 11, I’m 15 now. Jeez it’s been ages.) it seems a liiiittle weird knowing they later are forced to “bond” and then become mates. Idk. Feels icky to me. Feel free to correct me if you can but this just kind of adds onto the pile of me personally just not really liking Brambleclaw (I also remember finding him really boring when I first read through, so).
#warrior cats#Brambleclaw#squirrelstar#squirrelpaw#squirrelflight#wc#midnight#the new prophecy#Reread#Messy opinion post#no proofread#might later#Spider talks about Squirrelflight an unhealthy amount
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i just reread "big head" and laughed my ass off, will you do another ego award one pretty pleeeeeaseee? (only if you want of course :))
One of my favorites! Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3
(Part 1: Big Head)
“The 2022-2023 hockey season has officially wrapped,” Talker announced as he walked backward down the hallway of Gryffindor Arena. “This team had a run for the history books and everyone is so proud—and so grateful—to have such outstanding fans there with us every step of the way. We truly could not have done it without you.
“As a ‘thank you’ for everything you’ve done for us this year, we’d like to continue a very special end-of-season tradition: the Ego Award. Some of you may recall our reigning champion, Heartthrob O’Hara himself, and his fabulously embarrassing stories from last year.” He paused just outside the locker room with a significant look toward the camera. “Those may be big shoes to fill, but rest assured we have found the one person who can literally and figuratively get the job done. Behold.”
He swept the door open with one hand and chaos spilled out in a rush.
“Read it! Read it! Read it!” half the room chanted.
“Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” the other half cheered.
“I can’t,” came Leo’s distressed answer, red all the way from his ears to his neck as he gripped a wrinkled piece of notebook paper. “You guys, this is such a—”
“Gentlemen!” The room fell silent as Talker spread his arms with a wide smile. “Welcome to the 2023 Ego Award, hosted by yours truly and bestowed upon our sweet baby net angel, the Nutcracker.”
“It’s Knut,” Leo said miserably. “Like the lizard.”
“Hush, Crunchy Peanut Butter. Do you have your punishment prepared?”
Leo turned baleful eyes on the camera. He looked rather like a puppy that had been put outside in the rain, hunched in his stall and surrounded by his carrion-bird teammates. “Save me.”
“Saviors are for the humble. You, sir, were voted off that island. Read.”
“Oh, god,” Leo mumbled under his breath as he unfolded the paper. In the corner of the frame, Finn watched him with unhindered glee. “My name is Leo Knut, and these are my top five most humbling moments with the Gryffindor Lions. Because clearly I don’t suffer enough for this team.”
“Keep that up and you’re getting the Potty Mouth Award, too,” Talker warned.
“You can’t—” Leo rolled his eyes. “Fine. Number five: trying to drink out of the wrong side of my waterbottle.”
“How many times?” Finn prompted eagerly.
“Once.”
A chorus of protests rose up—Leo pressed his lips into a thin line.
“Nine times. Shut up. Number four: losing a kitten in my shirt when we had a shelter visit."
"Two kittens," Sirius corrected. "One went up your pant leg."
"Oh my god, can you not?"
“That one was delightful,” Kasey agreed, nodding along. “Just—honestly, one of my favorite memories.”
Leo smoothed the edge of the page, nose wrinkling like he had smelled something unpleasant. “Is it too late to eat the paper?”
Remus tsked. “We gave you a chance. Not our fault you chose the most painful path.”
A rogue socked foot came into frame and poked Leo on the shin. “Read, Butterball.”
“Number three,” Leo continued, tilting his face to the ceiling in a clear bid for strength. “Getting stuck jumping the boards, falling back onto the ice, slipping when I got up again, and only making it over successfully with the help of two different people dragging me over the edge.”
“Like hauling a bag of bricks,” Logan mused from his place on the floor.
Dumo nodded solemnly. “Or a dead bear.”
“Slip a disc about it, Grandpa,” Leo quipped before glancing to Talker. “If I read the next one without eating this paper, can I skip the last one?”
“No,” the rest of the team answered in perfect unison.
“We all go through trying times,” Finn said with a pat to Leo’s knee. “Look on the bright side: at least it isn’t me this year!”
Leo stared at him for a long, silent moment.
“You astound me,” he said at last.
“Thank you.”
“That’s not a compliment.”
“I’m taking it as one.”
“How did I end up with this award?” He looked around the team with a lost expression. “How is it not Ginger Spice every goddamn year?”
“Because we have to switch it up so we can trauma-bond over mutual humiliation,” Talker informed him. “Also, you’re a little fucker and you can’t hide it from the good people of Gryffindor forever.”
Leo shook his head, but turned back to his notes. “Number two: leaving the ice baths to get my Gatorade, then slipping and falling in my own puddle on the way back.” He closed his eyes. “And spilling the entire bottle of Gatorade on myself. And slipping in that as well.”
“It’s important to me that people know you just laid there for, like, five full seconds,” Kasey added.
“Thanks.”
“Any time, Honeynut Cheerios.”
“After I’m done, can someone bury me under the net? I want to haunt you all for making me do this.”
Several noises of assent followed and Leo nodded.
“Cool. Sweet. I love this for myself.” He cleared his throat and leaned his elbows on his knees. “Number one: I underestimated the weight of my new gear, sat on a stool, and fell backwards off it. I took six and a half people down with me like a bowling ball wrapped in Velcro and foam. Every second of it was caught on camera and replayed through commercial breaks, then late-night television. Harzy, will you do the honors?”
“Of course, Bodacious Nutacious.”
Leo held his arms up and Finn scooped him over his shoulder with a grin as the room erupted into whoops, hollers, and applause. The camera followed the stream of players out and down the hallway; Talker stepped into frame once more, craning his neck to watch Leo and Finn disappear around the corner.
“Thanks for joining us for another year, Lions,” he laughed. “We look forward to so many more. Stay humble!”
#leo knut#finn ohara#logan tremblay#thomas walker#remus lupin#pascal dumais#lions#sweater weather#vaincre#coast to coast#lumosinlove#ego award#social media#lion pride#my fic#fanfic
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Stay With the Bags
Summary: You and Steve get stranded at the airport before your flight home for Christmas.
Author's note: Steve fluff, short and sweet and it jumped out of my brain today. Thinking about everyone who's travel has been interrupted due to the winter weather in the US <3
Warnings: None really, fluff, mentions of food, pet names.
Word Count: 1.9k
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Tick. Tick. Tick.
It’s the sound of Steve’s watch and it’s driving you mad. His arm is slung casually over your shoulder, wrapping around to pull you close while he fiddles with a Rubik’s cube in front of you. You’re frustrated. You’re tired. You’re uncomfortable. You’re at the airport. Correction – you're stuck at the airport.
Your extended family had invited you to stay over the holidays, and to be honest there wasn’t much reason to say no. Steve’s parents would be out of town and the promise of warm, sunny, Florida provided a much needed escape from the bitter cold that was rolling through Indiana. Your parents left a few days earlier, you and Steve planning to fly later as you both took a couple extra shifts at work. Unfortunately, the bitter cold turned into a winter storm that seemed to perfectly intercept your travel plans – cancelling your flight out and leaving you stuck in the airport for hours beyond what you were anticipating.
You huff in frustration, maneuvering out from under Steve’s arm. “I’m going to take a walk, see what food options we have,” you grumbled at him. His eyes snapped to you, slight concern on his face. You weren’t usually such an unhappy traveler, but the early morning start, hours long security line, last minute flight cancellation, stuffy airport full of people, and desire to be with your family was getting to you. Steve could see this of course, and took it upon himself to be a steady rock, a problem solver, a cheery and caring boyfriend, to get you both through the day.
“You hungry? Want me to come with you?” He offered. You just shook your head.
“Nope. Stay with bags alright? I’ll be five minutes.” You sauntered off, shoulders hunched in a defeated posture. Truthfully, you just needed to do something that would kill the time.
You walked to the end of the terminal and back, inspecting the stores along the way, taking note of the restaurants that were open and not too busy. You came across a coffee stand, one that didn’t have an extensive line and decided to stop and get something for the two of you – a warm coffee for you, a hot chocolate with peppermint and extra whipped cream for Steve, and a pastry to split in the meantime. You spotted Steve from a distance as you approached your spot again – his leg uncomfortably propped up on the chair, jacket pulled tight around him, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Poor thing looked exhausted, you thought.
You timidly approached with your drinks in hand, and when he saw you his face absolutely lit up. You offered him the cup. “Here, got you your favorite.”
“Aw, baby, you didn’t have to do that.” You sit back next to him, looping your arm through his to be close again.
“No I wanted to. It’s a thank you for being so great, and an apology for me being in such a shitty mood.”
He chuckles next to you at that. “Must be one incredible hot chocolate then.”
“You know it, got you extra whip and everything.” You both take a sip of your drinks, watching him out the corner of your eye.
“Mhm, yeah I think you’re forgiven.” He leans over and gives you a peck on the cheek. You can already feel your tension melting away. “Honestly, I think we have a right to be in a shitty mood, this totally sucks.”
That was really all you needed. The admission, the acknowledgment of it. “It totally sucks.” You repeat at him, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “How many more hours have we got?”
Steve looks at his watch. “...about six.” He stutters it out. You dramatically groan, turning into him even more.
“We’ll never make it.” You mumble into his chest, all forlorn and dejected. You can feel him laugh again under you.
“Geez, what’s with all these dramatics huh? I think you’ve been hanging out with Eddie and Robin too much.”
You face him with a woeful pout, about to deliver some response before he interrupts you with a kiss, followed by another one, and then a smattering of them all across your face. He didn’t stop until you were giggling in front him, trying to swat him away. “Ah there she is,” Steve coos at you.
You melt back into the chair, stretching your legs in front of you. Your eyes going unfocused as you take in the constant stream of people walking up and down the halls. The two of you finish off your drinks and pastry as Steve gets up, giving your knee a light squeeze as he throws your cups away. When he comes back, you’re puzzled when he doesn’t sit down. Instead he collects your bags, layering them all on him so you don’t have to carry anything. “You going somewhere Steve?” you asked, a little amused at his actions.
He gives you a delightful grin and with a shake of his head he says “Come on, let's go find somewhere quiet to hunker down yeah?”
You spring to your feet, following him through the crowds. He seems to be moving with intent, so you know he must have a place in mind. You stand behind him on the escalator, a steady hand to his back so he doesn’t topple over with all your luggage. You watch his eyes scan the top floor, locking on to the empty open corner along the balcony that would suit you both perfectly. He beelines for it, almost knocking over other unruly travelers so they wouldn’t get to the spot first. You struggle to keep up with his long legs, and once you reach him he’s unloading himself from the bags and turns to you with a triumphant smile. “This good? Cozy, right?”
You couldn’t deny the boy had somehow made the corner of an airport enticing, the grey carpet no longer seeming gross but inviting as you sat yourself down. “Perfect Stevie.” You manage to say, before a loud grumble from your stomach interrupts you.
Steve raises his eyebrows in amusement. “Hungry?” You nod your head at him in embarrassment. “Well, what you hungry for? I’ll go get us something.” You scrunch your face in thought, but your brain was too tired to choose. You settle with a defeated shrug and a small sound that communicated I don’t know, you choose to Steve.
He just chuckles at you again as he leans in a gives you a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Alright hang tight I’ll go find something.” He starts walking away, yelling “Be right back, watch the bags!” You give him a thumbs up as you watch him disappear down the escalator again.
The minutes felt like torture. Your hunger grew more intense by the second, and if Steve could see you clutching your stomach right now you just know he’d call you dramatic again. You looked around at the other stranded travelers, everyone looking just as miserable as you before tucking your backpack behind your back to lean on.
It was about fifteen minutes later when Steve returned, like a knight in shining armor with two bags of fast food in his hand. You broke into a big grin, sitting up in anticipation. When he got to you, he explained that the fast food lines were the shortest, that you two can go for a “real meal” at a restaurant later but he didn’t want to make you wait any longer. You let him ramble about his journey as he laid out the feast in front of you, your eyes fixated to it. He got plenty, with two milkshakes to top it all off. You couldn’t help yourself, snatching the last burger out of his hand, swiftly unwrapping it, and sinking your teeth into the biggest bite you could handle. You let a satisfied moan escape your lips as you chewed on, like this was your first bite of food in days.
Steve continues to be amused at the way you're acting. “Jesus, if I only knew how to get you to make that sound in bed” he teases, taking a handful of fries and shoving them in his mouth just the same. You shoot him a comical glare, too cute to look mad Steve thinks. It only lasts a second though, before you lean over and give him an enthusiastic and greasy kiss of the cheek.
“My hero!” You dramatically swoon at him while he fakes annoyance, theatrically rubbing the kiss off his cheek. His smile betrays him though, a quiet “eat up, buttercup” directed at you as he tucks into his own burger.
When you're finished you’re both way too full. Now slumped over your bags, backs against the wall. Silent but satisfied. “How much longer we got?” You muse. Steve flips over his wrist and groans.
“Four hours.”
It was your turn to groan too, flopping yourself down over his lap and throwing your arm over your face.
“Ok well you could say it’s closer to three and half!” Steve rushes to say, bouncing his leg to jostle you in the process.
“It’s over Steve! We live here now! We belong to the Indiana airport!” You wail, all melodramatic and overdone.
“Jesus babe, you really gotta stop hanging out with Eddie so much.” He scoffed. He goes to lift your arm off your face but you refuse, turning into him to bury yourself in his torso. You can feel his abs tensing as he laughs again. “C’mon, talk to me, what are you most excited about for Christmas?”
You knew it was all a ruse. A leading question to get you distracted. But you played right into it.
“Getting on our plane.”
“Mhm alright, good thing that’s the first part of the trip yeah? So how about after that?”
You take a moment to think.
“My grandma’s cookies. She makes ten different kinds.” Steve smiles, encouraging you to go on. “And I guess Christmas morning, seeing everyone in their pajamas and sitting around the tree. And then probably my dad’s eggnog. Steve I think you’d really like it.”
“I’m sure it’s great honey, anything else?” He figures the more he can keep you talking, the faster time will go.
“Waking up next you on Christmas.” You turn to face him at that, sending him the sweetest smile accompanied by a tap his nose.
His nose scrunches at your touch, and he quickly grabs your hand before you can pull it away. “Yeah, I think that’ll be my favorite part honey.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course.” He leans down to give you another kiss, slow and tender and making you forget where you were for just a moment.
As he pulls away he thinks he’s soothed you, hoping for no more misery and complaining for at least a little while. Unfortunately, Steve hadn't been as charming as he thought he was.
“How much time we got left Steve?”
He drops his head in defeat, reluctantly showing you his watch. Before you can say anything, he’s propping you up, standing once again to gather your bags.
“Alright, moving on to plan b. Let’s go raid the bookstore.”
“Do I get to pick one out?”
“Course honey, consider it an early Christmas present.”
You almost tackle him in a hug, swaying back and forth from the momentum.
“Thanks Stevie.” You give him another peck on the cheek, and he knew that you meant it for more than just the book. Honestly, in that moment, he thought he didn’t mind being stuck in airport, as long as it was with you.
#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington stranger things#stranger things#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington blurb#christmas theme#stranger things one shot#12 days of christmas
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I WAS THAT ONE ANON THAT SAW YOU IN THE DARK DECEPTION FANDOM LONG AGO
so
I see ur taking Doors requests
may I
May I request a fluffy Seek x reader
thank you so much (vanishes)
Hi hello! Good to see you again even if I don't quite remember you, anyway, here’s the goop man you ordered, my dearest apologies for taking so long, life has been a mess
This will be a one-shot sort of thing, I hope that's okay!
Honestly I missed writing, I have to do this more often again, finally clean the dust off this ole blog
CW/TW// Description of wound, wound, mention of needles(in a stinging feeling way), blood, general injury
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“Scrapes” // [Seek x Reader, fic, fluff]
Seek and you had been a couple for a couple of weeks now, the rest of the hotel’s entities still don't know this, and Seek would honestly rather keep it that way, it’s none of their business anyway.
How come? Well regardless if they told the others, they’d still kill you the same if you end up getting caught unless Seek manages to convince them to not kill you outright, which is hard to do, some of the entities simply don't give a fuck, it doesn't matter, nothing changes aside the fact they know, and your beloved — don't get him wrong he adores everyone in the hotel like family — but he doesn't trust everyone enough to not let that fact slip to Jack, the Hotel’s founder, one of them anyway.
Jack is… he’d never let him live it down, not to mention the entity would either kill you permanently or turn you into one of them as Seek’s punishment for being anything more than a monster designed and ordered to kill any Players in Jack’s twisted game of… what even would this be? Tag? Hide and Seek? He doesn't know and he doesn't care.
And despite your relationship, you still attempt to leave the hotel, repeating the same routine over and over as you wake up in the lobby, get to the hotel, go through and either die to someone or get to the elevator. Seek doesn't mind, he doesn’t blame you, he’d also try to leave if he were still human like you, he does give you an easier time to escape his corridor when he needs to pop up, being intentionally slower or pretend to be stuck in his own sludge to give you a head start, he doesn't want to kill you, he hates doing that, so he rigs his hallway for you to escape, more so, he rigs himself more than his hallway.
At the moment, Seek had been waiting for you to get to his level, his brother Hide alerting him of you coming near, Hide is the only one who does know of your relationship, the sibling is far too shy to talk with anyone else nor do they even like Jack to interact with the entity further than a greeting, he was grateful for that at least.
He heard footsteps enter the hallway from under the floorboards, waiting as this could be a different person, he never knew, the floorboards were especially hard to peek through, so he waited until he heard the knock he told you to do. Once you tapped your shoe in the rhythm he taught you, he excitedly seeped through the boards into a puddle on the ground before forming into his usual humanoid shape.
“Salutations, my darling, how have you been-” he stopped, mid-way into fixing his tie, looking at your slumped form, puffy red eyes and occasional sniffles, you’ve been crying, he took another moment to look over you…
One of your arms was bloody, soaked almost. He had a hunch of who did this, but wasn't sure if it was correct.
You weren’t sad per se, more in pain than anything, he figured the pain was enough to bring you to tears, it stung his heart to see you this way. He looked at you softly as she tilted his head slightly, offering his hand to you, you took it as he silently led you to the next room, the library that would be usually falling apart when players came by, now intact had many bookshelves, chairs, lamps and drawers, including a big couch he sat you down on
He opened the window next to you both, taking a first aid kit from one of the tar covered arms that usually showed themselves on the last stretch of your lover’s chase, he closed the window as the arm slithered back into the void outside, sitting down next to you as he opened the kit and reached a hand to you, silently asking for your injured arm as you rubbed your eyes from their wetness.
“So… tell me dear, what happened?” he spoke softly lifting your sleeve and taking a look at the damage, your arm still soaked in blood, he could assume a chunk of skin was missing
“... I got scratched by Ambush…” you leaned against the couch as you winced at the burning sensation the air hitting your wound gave you, Seek gave you a side glance, he wanted further explanation, you let out a sigh “I got ambushed by Ambush, almost buffered my timing and his particles grazed my arm real bad-” you hissed in pain and tensed as Seek suddenly had a warm wet towel in hand, patting your wound gently, you got confused for a moment before realizing the arm probably brought it to him again, you could feel light cold spots on the towel caused by it getting wet by the rain outside
“I see, well I am glad you didn’t meet your demise today.” he stated as he cleaned the blood, he could see the wound more clearly now as the blood was mostly clean aside the new blood starting to pool again, you had a chunk of skin missing as if someone had ripped part of your skin with wax or something similar, the skin under incredibly reddish and sensitive
He was surprised to hear that Ambush had caused this, he was almost certain that Screech was the culprit, this critter sometimes took out more than he could chew, including chunks of skin or flesh.
The entity heard your nails scratch the couch as you gripped the seat, he felt your arm tense in his hold as he patted the wound with a dry towel before applying an antibiotic to it, stopping for a moment to press a kiss to your temple as you groaned in pain
“My dearest apologies this hurts so much, but as is the nature of healing, I have to do this, Dove.” He said, gently rubbing his forehead to the side of your head as he continued to apply the ointment, the burning was going away, but it was still there to sting, like needles to your arm, you winced before laying your head on his shoulder as he began bandaging the injury, sighing in relief as the pain subsided a bit, there was nothing he could do if this lead into needing stitches, he’s no medical profession nor can those claws of his sew at all
Leaning his head on top of yours as he took your hand in his, he spoke
“Due to the nature of the hotel, You’ll heal far quicker than you would usually, however we’ll still need to treat it and change the bandages until it is healed.” You hummed in exhaustion, acknowledging what he told you as you relaxed against him, at least you were with him now, you could relax for a while until he had to go again to do whatever with the other players that came around.
“Thank you, Seek…” you mumbled as he moved to hold you, deciding to pull you on top of him as you laid himself down on the couch, you obliged and moved yourself as he silently wanted cuddles. He made sure your injured arm wouldn't be disturbed or put any pressure on as he held you, your head on his chest as he laid kisses on your head, you giggled, there we go
“Hm… Other than that unfortunate event, what else did you do today, my dear?” he moved a hand to rub your back, your legs tangled as you sighed over the comforting movement along your spine, “Well… I talked with a couple new people that end up here, poor guys were freaking out…” you chuckled, “but otherwise things were fine, same old, I did see Halt today, it’s always interesting to see them as they don't often show up…”
Your lover hummed, delightfully surprised at the mention of his ghostly friend, “ah, they came around, how lovely. Have you ever tried striking a conversation?” he looked down at you softly as his hand moved to play with your hair now “I tried yea, but they never respond, I see they get surprised at it though, I don't think they expect anything other than silence from Players that know their deal or freaking out to themselves.” you laughed, Seek let out a chuckle as well
“Ah yes, they are never one to chat too much, it’s alright though, I’m sure they’ll come around eventually if you really want them to.” he assured, closing his eye as he felt your heartbeat and warmth against him, he was usually always cold, it comforted him to feel your form against him, assure him that you're still here, alive and breathing.
You closed your eyes as well, both resting in comfortable silence as you feel the rise and fall of his chest, once you mentioned his constant stillness whenever you two cuddle is slightly unnerving, so he makes an effort to imitate breathing, something he hasn't done in so long, it took him a while to get used to it again, but he says it's also comforting to him, reminding him he’s still human in a way, you wonder how he does it.
Eventually he felt your hand that rested on his shoulder slide and fell to the cushions, he chuckled silently as he opened his eye to find you comfortably asleep on his chest, he went back to rubbing your back as you cuddled more into him in your sleep. One of the big arms opened the window quietly and draped a blanket over the two of you before slithering back into the void and closing the window, Seek listened to your gentle snores and the rain hitting the walls outside, for such a day to end in comfort and warmth, he never thought he’d have a moment like this before you showed up.
He carefully moved to press a kiss to the top of your head before laying his head back down, maybe he could get some shut-eye himself, he doesn't quite remember how sleeping feels like anymore, what a lovely way to try that again.
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#maskwrites#doors seek#doors roblox#roblox doors#seek x reader#seek doors#x reader#doors x reader#fic#oneshot#anon
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50 "in my defense, I really wanted to."
“Uh Lex? We might have a problem.” Anya says, pulling her out of her day dream. Lexa groans as she gets up from her desk. The last three hours of her day could not be going any slower, all she wants to do is go home and lock herself in her room with her girlfriend who’s finally coming to visit. Okay, it hasn’t been that long since they’ve seen each other- Lexa was just there for work two weeks ago- but any amount of time spent apart is torture. Hopefully whatever the problem is, it can resolve itself quickly.
“What is it?” She asks, but there’s no need to wait for a verbal answer when she looks over her colleague's shoulder and sees the alert popped up on the screen. Her chest tightens as her heart rate speeds up. This has to be a mistake.
“You ran a background check right?” Anya asks. Lexa ignores her in favor of shoving her out of the way to take over the monitor. Suspect detained. Potential bomb threat. Terrorism. The words swirl around her head as she reads them. But It’s not the words that have ice running through her veins, no in her line of work they’re a common place, but the face attached to them? That’s something she never would have seen coming.
With shaky hands she pulls up the security feed, taking in the small figure hunched over a table, hands cuffed together but still able to clench themselves in disheveled hair. Lexa stares at the image, trying to understand how she missed something this big. It’s only when she sees what the detainee is wearing that she jumps up.
“Oh fuck.�� She scrambles to grab her belongings and races up to her boss's office.
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Clarke likes flying. Likes seeing the world from a new perspective. Likes people watching while she waits for her flight. Likes the fact that she can cross the country in a matter of hours instead of days. She even likes the overpriced food, it’s all part of the experience.
Correction, Clarke liked flying. It’s going to be a long time before she sets foot in another airport.
It had started off a normal travel day. Arriving three hours early, a habit her mom had ingrained into her, even though she knows she doesn't need half that to get through security and get to her gate with more than enough time to spare.
She even remembered to mail her surprise to her girlfriends to prevent any potential embarrassment that could have come up had it gone through the scanner.
So when she was randomly selected and her hands swabbed, she thought nothing of it. It’s happened a handful of times before and she just waits patiently while they run their test.
When that test came back positive and she was roughly escorted to a small room with no windows and interrogated for the next two hours? All patience and calmness were sucked out of her, replaced by anxiety and confusion. Honestly it’s a good thing she went to the bathroom before queuing up for security otherwise she would be physically shitting herself instead of just mentally.
She has no idea how explosive residue got on her hands or the trace amounts they found on her bag. They keep asking her what the target is, where the bomb is, what it’s made of, if she’s working alone. For the first five minutes she questioned whether their test was faulty or she somehow switched bodies with someone, maybe it was all some sort of sick joke. But the questions kept coming and the people asking them kept getting scarier looking.
The next time the door opens she doesn’t lift her head up from the table. Her tears have long since dried up and her fear has morphed into anger.
“Oh my god Clarke!” Lexa rushes over to girlfriend. Startled eyes take her in as she smooths down blonde locks. “Baby I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
Clarke feels borderline delirious after the last few hours, enough to momentarily question whether or not who she’s seeing is real, but quickly shakes it off and allows herself to be lifted from the chair. The cuffs are removed and Lexa wraps an arm around her to guide her out of the hell box.
The scary people hand over all her belongings and don’t try to stop them from leaving. It’s a complete 180 from ten minutes ago when they told her she was facing life in prison.
Clarke doesn’t even realize they’ve left the airport until she’s being buckled into a car.
“Clarke?” Lexa asks, concern evident in her tone.
“What the fuck just happened?” Clarke says in disbelief.
“We need to talk.”
“Oh great, first I’m accused of terrorism and now I’m being dumped fan-fucking-tastic. I swear I don’t even know what you need to make a bomb let alone how to build one. I don’t know how it got on-”
“Clarke.” Lexa cuts her off, “I’m not breaking up with you, you might want to dump me after hearing what I have to say, but I really hope you don’t.”
“What are you talking about?” Clarke asks and oh how Lexa loves the little furrow between her brows.
“It’s my fault.” Lexa tells her “You’re wearing my sweatshirt and I assume you pulled it from the hamper instead of washing it.”
“So?” Clarke asks the furrow getting a little deeper.
Lexa takes a deep breath. “Well it had explosive residue on it…”
Clarke blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry what? Why would your sweatshirt have- are you a terrorist??”
“No of course not!” Lexa hastily puts a stop to that train of thought. “No, I- it was a work training thing and I put it after and didn’t think about the fact that you might wear it before washing it let alone try to go through any sort of security with it on.”
“A work thing? What kind of foreign policy advisor work involves explosives!” Clarke says in exasperation. She looks at her girlfriends guilty expression. “That’s not actually what you do, is it?”
Lexa shakes her head, “No. Although I know enough about it to tell people, so it could be?”
Clarke is quiet for what feels like hours to Lexa, but is really more like a minute. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I can’t believe I believed you. You’re terrible at lying! At least I thought you were, is that all an act?”
“In my defense I really wanted to. Tell you that is, but I couldn’t unless we were married and no it’s not an act. My job is the only thing I’m good at fudging the truth about. At least when it comes to you.” Lexa explains
“So why tell me now? We’re not married. Am I going to have to go live in a cave somewhere?”
Lexa laughs “no nothing like that. You’ll just have to sign a few forms and promise your first born to the government.” Clarke glares at her. “Okay okay, I’m serious about the paperwork though. My boss gave me the green light due to the circumstances and because I hope that one day we will be married, if you’ll still have me that is, but no one else can know.”
Clarke can’t stop the flutter in her chest at the word married. Even if part of her is still angry at the whole situation, the idea of marrying Lexa is something she hasn’t stopped thinking about since they got together.
“Are we okay?” Lexa asks, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
Clarke sighs, letting the chaos melt away. “We’re okay.” She snuggles into Lexas side. “If you didn’t want me wearing your clothes all you had to do was say something.” She grumps. “You’re really going to have to make this up to me and do all the flying for the foreseeable future.”
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rory x hunter - around town
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Waiting for her next assignment to start, Rory slumps herself at a spare table and chairs outside the cafe. Her pack for the patrol shift takes up the opposite seat as her focus has been caught by a pack of cards she found at the depot. It's not like her to snatch something, but the other wolf with her said nobody would miss it. And honestly, having something to do while she waits is a pleasant enough distraction. She lines each card to their correct suit, eyes flicking over them while remembering the games her and her mother would play on rainy afternoons. It's a fond memory to begin with, but her leg starts bouncing as she recounts the feeling of lonely that's always lingered. Even as a child, before everything. It was just her and her mother. And then her foot taps against the metal leg of the table next, the cards softly vibrating with each thud as Rory studies them because something is amiss. A card or two missing?
When a shadow forms over the table, it pulls her from the focus and Rory frowns up to the sight of Hunter. She realizes she's hunched over the table and cards like a goblin, slowly straightening. It's rare for the brother to approach her and rare for interactions to take place unless there's no other choice so, Rory freezes with confusion. "Did I do something?" she squints at him, glancing around the table. "Am I late? I thought Gomez said there's another forty minutes?" Rory rambles before wondering if this is going to be...an awkward fucking conversation for the both of them. She takes a sharp breath, already wrinkling her nose at the thought. "You...I...we can just say we're good. It's fine."
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IN THE MEANTIME
Ahem Let's look at the DARK Night of London please
spoilers/etc/etc/
Ok the Whiteley stuff goes down close to the anime (Why are Milverton's goons fighting Fred and Bonde and Louis? This is honestly confusing... maybe it's because something in the manga's about to get cut? I know this is how the anime delivers the message that brings William to Milverton's estate at the same time as Holmes... I assume that there is going to be more Moriarty focus re: Milverton in the manga because he just seems better poised in the manga right now? So this must be a way to get him there because iirc in the anime we get a Sherlock arc and then we are at the Milverton estate.)
God if this pacing is how I think it'll be... will the Final Problem even be started by volume 12? And I won't get that until July. [I have been told it starts in 13 now so uhhhh yeaaaaa. There isn't even a date for 13 😭😭😭]
Ok ok ok. BUT SHERLOCK HOLMES
I need to talk about Sherlock Holmes and not bemoan my lack of manga.
I need to talk about how Miss Hudson interrupts his little depression den that he's made while John is out and about getting engaged to the Governess from a past case...handing him the newspaper. This fucking newspaper.
He knows, by the way. He's convinced himself. Mycroft specifically asks, and this is what we get.
Not enough time has passed, he suspected it then. He's thinking about Will doing this. He knows Liam did it.
"The bastard did what??"
But I love how he knows Liam well enough at this point to come to the right conclusions.
The country turns on the Lord of Crime on a dime. This is horrendous, unimaginable. He cannot POSSIBLY have the people's best interests at heart. And yet, Holmes manages to lay out out exactly what happened to Mycroft. As a slim, improbable chance... but something that however improbable must be true.
"If we assume it's true that the Lord of Crime never murders innocents, then if he killed Whiteley we must also assume that the MP was guilty of some crime. My hunch is that crime was murder, but the MP was forced into committing that murder by a third party."
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"If word got out that Whiteley'd murdered a man, the scandal would cripple Britain's equality movement. The Lord of Crime's chivalrous spirit wouldn't allow him to turn a blind eye."
🎉🎉🎉
Ok Ok ok but. then. MYCROFT
OH GOD MYCROFT
Trying to tell Sherly a clue, just a little clue... but as vaguely as humanly possible and SHERLOCK CANT FUCKING READ HIS BROTHER WORTH SHIT SO HE IS JUST MISSING THE SLIP OF THE LANGUAGE
like
It's so subtle. "And they can act." Who is they? Sherlock doesn't know that while this is William's scheme, he is not the only culprit.
This is Mycroft trying to tell Sherly that William (and the others) plan to die soon. They will carry out the Moriarty Plan, without waiting for Sherlock Holmes.
Sure he talks of government assassins and everyone else that will be gunning for the Lord of Crime's head...but really the person gunning for the Lord of Crime's head the hardest... is the Lord of Crime.
And Sherlock doesn't know. Mycroft seems to want to tell him... but their relationship is built on points and scores and one-upmanship and gentle corrections that are so frustrating because they are always losses for Sherlock. Besides, Mycroft could never tell Sherly outright, Sherlock wouldn't have it and he's obligated to keep it a secret regardless.
So he's just pushing him to keep going, find the brothers before it's too late. Which honestly feels so sad for me. Because I'm pretty sure that this is a demonstration of Mycroft's caring for the brothers. (I know fandom will tell me to say Albert specifically, but I have to be honest, I ship mycal because of the fandom and I don't see textual evidence for it specifically).
And so it leaves Sherlock here
with no new information, even as Mycroft tried to give him some.
And... the Sign of Four is about to happen. Or the sign of Mary. Or whatever. So many things to think about Sherlock, what ever will you do?
#sherlock holmes (ynm)#moriarty the patriot#will i be utterly quiet between now and april?#doubt it#but this is probably the last or one of the last long analysis posts for a while
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thankyou for the input on the mlp situation i heard going around!! i got the little info i had from a source that was very bias towards her and was clearly a big fan of hers and wasn’t too happy with colby and his new girl so i sort of had a hunch it wouldn’t be totally correct lol
You're welcome!
Honestly, I was never going to mention what had been said at all, because mlp said at one point that it was hard for her to go online and see things about her and this person (even though that's also a situation of her own doing; still, when the tides turn, they turn) and I figured there was no point to feeding into it if that was the case. But since her own fans think it's not a problem, then...I will give my two cents and then I'm leaving her and her trials and tribulations in the rearview mirror, lol.
Here's a summary of events: several weeks ago, mlp made a whole bunch of claims to her fans about her burgeoning social media career. She promised to have Corgi on multiple live-streams, she said he was going to be heavily featured in her new documentary and youtube videos, at one point she even mentioned him helping her edit. Now, this is a man with a whole ass career and life of his own outside of her, and I knew her promising shit like this wasn't going to work out in her favor
And it didn't.
Long story short (cause not too many actual details were given) it appears that Corgi told mlp that he had other professional and personal engagements, and that's what snowballed all of this. This started before NYE, btw - one of the things she was unhappy about was that she was NOT invited to go out on NYE, so her sister and friend extended an invite to her to hang out with them, which she accepted. There was no misunderstanding about that. The "misunderstanding" seems to lie with the involvement Corgi was supposed to have in her new projects, as well as with their "whatevership" going sideways because he, you know, isn't in it with her lol.
And before anyone comes for my neck (not you, anon): yes, I have never made it a secret that I am not a fan of hers, nor have I made it a secret of why. But I have also stated very plainly over the years that she put far much into this...whatevership (I don't even know how you'd classify whatever this is/was, since both parties involved don't even seem to be sure about that) and wasn't getting the same back. Just a few weeks ago, I mentioned that she should cut the chord and move on for her own sake, cause this wasn't going to end the way she wants it. So, while I don't like her, I do sympathize to a point.
This has been going on for years with her, with no end result. And Corgi, by the way, is not a man who sees himself in any kind of committed thing. He is not just out openly dating around (and has been for years); he's speaking openly about being single until he meets "the one," he's talking about going on Raya...girl, he isn't on the same page as you! Move on!
After 8 years of this crap with these two, most of us are exhausted by it and ready for it to be over. It's just not good for anyone involved.
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Hey Kitten! How are you? Is life treating you well?
You said I could ask you stuff and so I wanted your opinion on something.
If you have played V's After Ending then I think you will remember this scene in his Forgive ending. V was mia for about 2 years without any contact and Saeran was thought to be dead by everyone for those 2 years until V brought him back.
When everyone arrived to the party, Saeyoung obviously still distraught about Saeran's apparent death was surprisingly obsessing over Champagne........ to an abnormal amount..... WHICH IS INSANE BECAUSE HATES ALCOHOL! He has stated many times that he does not drink! due to his childhood trauma instilled in him by his alcoholic mother! He was always afraid of becoming the kind of adults his parents were. So he was scared that smoking or drinking would make him like them. And also because he didn't like it in general. But then in VAE he was acting so weird..... it felt so wrong to see him like that...!
When I was talking about this in reddit, someone said that Saeyoung might have become an alcoholic in the two years due to his brother's death. Seeing this was like a blow to the stomach for me because it was actually plausible. It hurt me so much to think that he started obsessive drinking as coping mechanism :( but it was very probable knowing how much his brother meant to him and how much his guilt must have been eating him from inside... However I'm still a little skeptical about this too because it seems kinda far fetched for him and there's no way the others didn't notice it before.
Now this leaves us with another possibility that Cheritz simply screwed up their writing..... which is also highly likely seeing how inconsistent their writing is. But if this is really the case then that makes me very disappointed. This was a very emotional moment for Saeyoung and they just completely disregarded such an important aspect of his character? Like Wtf-
Either way it doesn't make me feel any better. So I wanted to know how you interpreted the scene.
I'm sorry this became some kind of a rant :") Thank you for reading this and I would like to hear your thoughts if you feel like it ♡
Okay so I am finally answering this lolol
I see why it would seem like a big mistake in writing at first, but honestly I think it is subtle story telling.
So in essence, the answer you have gotten on Reddit is correct. It's really just directly reflected in V's route, but you're right. He does say while you're at the cabin
"You know I don't smoke or drink."
As an answer to Vanderwood offering him a cigarette. A very little detail. While we have plenty on insight on his childhood in his own route, it is never directly mentioned there that he is so opposed to it (which is not necessary because it's a no brainer tbqh).
So yes, I do think they did that on purpose. You see, Saeyoung is suspicious about the hacker you tell him about from the very beginning, to the point that he directly asks you to tell him if you see anyone that looks exactly like him.
He has a very strong hunch that the unknown hacker is his brother, which is already a pretty bad blow to him. And then, even though he tries his best to convince the hacker to switch sides, he finds out that he blew himself up and, in essence, that his efforts were futile/too late.
He failed his only purpose in life - to protect Saeran. He is convinced that it is somehow his fault that the whole situation ended in Saeran's "suicide".
Saeyoung was in unbearable pain before, but now he also blames his brother's death on himself. The very person he dedicated his entire life to. He can't handle the pain and resorts to numbing himself with the use of alcohol. And knowing him, he hates himself even more for that, because now he's even more like this terrible woman (his mother), which makes him spiral even further.
Thus, in V's AE, it is heavily implied that Saeyoung is suicidal. This is pretty much spelled out to the player in the beginning of the game, while they discuss Saeyoung's strange behaviour with Yoosung and Zen.
In Saeyoung's mind it is like this: he has nothing left to live for. So what does he do? He kidnaps Rika, and takes her to the abandoned cabin. He'd prefer to also get ahold of V to gather everyone that is involved in failing Saeran and "end it all for good".
So that was his plan. He wanted to gather V, Rika and himself at the cabin, kill V and Rika and, last but not least, take his own life.
Thank god these events are being averted by the clues about Saeran's survival being much more likely than they thought it was.
I realize I kind of derailed here at some point, but I felt it was important to get Saeyoung's state of mind and the severity of the overall situation across. Because even though it is being explained in the game, at the same time I think it can be easily overlooked if you miss some keypoints here and there.
I hope the wait for my answer to this was worth it lmao also you do not need to apologize for this rant. I have seen this point being brought up time and time again, and iirc I have also explained this a couple times, even before V's AE being released and I am more than happy to shed more light on the overall situation as many times as I am asked to.
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The Body Series
Book 1:
Ch 10 Screams
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Summary: Khonshu tries his best to help you to feel better after witnessing you crying. His revelation does the opposite.
As if that wasn't enough, now Thoth expects you to venture into a dark and foreboding ruin to see if his hunch is correct.
These gods are going to be the death of you!
Pairing: Steven Grant x F Reader, Marc Spector x F Reader, Jake Lockely
Warnings: Angst, violence, descriptions of pain
A/N: Took a little longer with this one. I could honestly edit and rewrite till I'm eighty!
Silver lining...I'm really happy with this chapter and can't wait to see where this takes us.
Hope you all enjoy this chapter. And as usual, thank you to everyone who stops by and reads my little story!
You turned your head so fast toward Khonshu you were sure you should have popped your neck.
‘Did he really just offer to tell me why Jake should remain a secret?’
His question caught you off guard so much that you didn’t know how to react. The only thing you could think to do was nod.
Khonshu nodded in agreement, letting out a small cough to clear his throat before again turning his focus off into the distance.
“A connection was made a few years ago. A connection that was bound by Ammit in a final attempt to save herself before her destruction during our last battle.”
‘A connection?’
You didn’t remember much from that time. The whole ordeal of Ammit regaining her godly form was mainly a mystery, except for what the others shared with you.
You were present for the calling of the Ennead Council, filling in for Thoth and entrusted with writing down what had been discussed. Immediately after, though, you were hidden away.
While the other gods decided to ignore the warnings that Khonshu tried to give them, Thoth took them seriously. You were sure it’s what saved your life. Especially considering that you, Marc, and Layla were the only three Avatar’s that survived from before that time.
It was also the first time you’d seen Marc and Steven.
You didn’t realize it was them until after they shared that they had been an avatar.
It was hard to act like this was something you had no idea about. It was even harder to not let it slip how you felt witnessing the two of them struggling to be heard and understood. Even with each other.
Either way, you never expected to hear Ammit’s name again. At least not in terms of her being a current threat.
“Ammit?” you whispered. Your voice hushed coming back from your memories.
“Yes…”
“Ammit made the connection…with you?”
Khonshu shook his head.
“No. There is no connection made with me.”
None of this was making sense. What did any of this have to do with Jake’s existence having to be kept a secret?
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. So you aren’t connected to her, but there is still a connection?”
“Ammit would be unable to place such a line directly to me. That kind of magic wouldn’t work on other gods. The connection wasn’t made with me, but with my Avatar. The one being in the whole universe that is truly connected to their respective gods.”
Your eyes widened.
“Ammit made the connection with Jake?”
“Not with Jake, but with Marc. My original Avatar.”
Your heart fell in your chest before it began to beat quickly. You were sure Khonshu could hear it, keeping time within you.
“What does this connection do? I’m still not understanding what this has to do with Jake.”
“It works with Marc’s awareness. To Marc we no longer share our bond. He isn’t aware I am still a part of him.”
“So Marc is still your Avatar?”
“Technically,” Khonshu responded, “Which is why Jake’s existence is to remain unknown to Marc. As long as his consciousness is unaware of our continued work then Ammit’s reach is blocked.”
“So as long as they remain oblivious to Jake…”
“Then the connection remains severed. They all remain safe and Ammit remains hidden away in whatever oblivion she currently resides.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You really could have ruined everything if you had told Marc about Jake that night like you had wanted to.
“What would happen if Marc found out about Jake?”
Khonshu hesitated for a moment.
“We don’t know. It could be as menial as Ammit regaining only a portion of her strength or it could give her the power to undo the fabric of time itself. We just don’t know.”
Your stomach began to turn inside of you. This was far deeper than you could have ever imagined. Either keep Jake a secret or possibly undo all of time and space.
“Now you understand?” Khonshu asked.
You nodded, turning back to look down at the excavation site far below. The heaviness of everything you had just learned began to push down on you physically just as it was emotionally.
“Do you feel better?” Khonshu asked.
“No…” you admitted, letting out a breathy laugh.
Khonshu shrugged.
“I’m not very good at dealing with human worries.”
You couldn't help but smile.
“Thank you for trying.”
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The night had turned out to be a cold one. You were thankful Thoth hadn’t taken away your ability to summon your suit or you would have been freezing while you waited.
The two of you remained almost motionless long into the night. Neither of you spoke until the last car had left the site and the last lantern darkened in the camp nearby.
“I think everyone’s gone. No one will hear us if we go now.” You whispered to Khonshu.
“I believe you are right.”
In a breath you found yourself alone at the top of the ridge.
You looked down toward where the wall was located and saw Khonshu standing there. Looking up at you and gesturing as if to say ‘what are you waiting for?’
You let out an annoyed huff and quickly took on your fog form. Floating down the mountain until you were able to materialize in front of Khonshu.
“Thoth?” you whispered as soon as your body became solid again.
“I am here, Scribe.” he replied, appearing as they do, in an instant.
Thoth examined the portion that protruded from the mountain side. Placing his hand up to it. Reading the portion of the word ‘APO..’ just as you’d stated.
“Do you think it could be…?” Khonshu started before Thoth raised his hand to stop him from continuing
“It is always a possibility, but we do not know for sure. We need to investigate.”
“Well, there isn’t much at the moment to go on, other than this.” You started, gesturing toward the wall. “The entrance could be buried anywhere in the…”
You were interrupted by a loud ‘crack’, looking to your right and finding that Khonshu had used the bottom of his staff to create a baseball sized hole in the side of the wall.
You held your breath and covered your eyes.
“There should be a corridor on the other side of this…is everything alright, Little Bug?”
“You just…I…” You tried to speak but found your words muddled.
“You humans and your attitude toward antiquities. It’s just a wall.” Khonshu objected, feeling a little offended by your reaction. “We needed an entrance. I have just solved our problem.”
“Delicate plans have never been Khonshu’s strong suit.” Thoth added.
You nodded and finally caught up to your words.
“Right, you’re right. I’m sorry.” You finally said, still feeling the knot in your stomach.
The air that flowed out from the hole almost seemed to moan as the three of you stood and stared.
It was obvious you were all feeling the same sense of dread. Thoth turned, clearing his throat to try and settle the quiet that had fallen between the three of you.
“We need to investigate further. I’m sorry to say, my scribe. I believe you are the one who must enter alone.”
“Me?” you questioned without meaning to. “I’m sorry…I mean, are you sure?”
“Yes, Thoth. If it helps I can accompany your scribe. It isn’t safe for her to go in alone.” Khonshu added.
“No. If this is what we think it may be then sending one of the gods in, especially one with the connection to Ammit wouldn’t be wise. My scribe will enter alone.”
You nodded, still feeling the dread grow in the pit of your stomach.
“Am I allowed the full use of my abilities? Or just the few?” you asked.
Thoth’s eyes narrowed a moment before his face relaxed.
“Yes. You again have my permission for full use of your scribe abilities. Now go, investigate and return back here as quickly as you can. Any information you obtain can be vital to discovering the source of the whispers.”
You instantly felt the weight of your abilities returning as soon as Thoth gave his permission. It felt like it did when you first received them.
You felt whole again.
You shifted into your frog form, easily gliding through the opening and into the darkness on the other side. The faint light that seeped through the hole being the only source to light the dark corridor you found yourself in.
The air was beyond stale. You’d never smelled anything like this. A combination of dust and what can only be described as a heaviness that almost choked the air out of your lungs.
You let out a few coughs, trying to adjust yourself to the new form of oxygen that surrounded you.
“Hurry, Little Bug! I do not wish to waste more time. The sooner you venture in, the sooner you can return.” Khonshu coaxed, trying to be as supportive as he could.
The tip of his beak poked through the small hole as he spoke, covering up the only source of light.
You looked down at his beak and shook your head. Summoning a small orb of light to glide beside you as you finally took your first few steps forward.
The corridor lead deeper into the mountain.
You kept your eyes open for anything out of the ordinary or miraculous but there was nothing to truly investigate.
Just the sand that quietly crunched below your feet and the bare walls of the corridor itself.
You made sure to tread lightly at first, in case there were any hidden dangers but as you ventured on you worried less and less.
The further you went the more you came to the conclusion that this was most likely not a tomb. Tombs of this size wouldn’t have had corridors that went on this long. It could possibly be a temple or shrine of some sort but it couldn’t have been dedicated to one of the more important gods. They would have at least had some sort of adornment or carvings placed on the walls. A painting or hieroglyphs heralding praise to who the shrine would have been dedicated to. The walls surrounding you had nothing painted on them. No words or carvings.
The most remarkable thing on them was the metal posts that held the torches that still rested inside of them.
‘I wonder how much further the corridor goes? Will I just walk on until I somehow end up back where I started?’ you thought, trying to keep your mind from wandering to other worries when you finally came upon what looked like a break in the wall to your right.
Cutting into the outer wall were two stone doors, sealed shut from the inside by a slightly smaller stone slab resting along it. You laughed thinking about how frustrated that would make the archeologists once they were able to reach it from the other side.
The outer doors were just as unremarkable as the walls had been.
Just stones with simple carvings of reeds and patterns around them. What was out of the ordinary was the stone that was used to keep the doors shut was decorated more than anything else that surrounded it.
The stone was not carved into a usual rectangular shape like others you had seen before. This slab was cut into a circular form with what looked like a vine design carved around it, as if it were squeezing it.
You walked over to get a better look but was interrupted by the sound of a small vase you had accidentally knocked over.
You looked down and saw that you had indeed pushed over a small clay jar. It wasn’t until you leaned down to pick it up that you noticed it was actually a canopic jar.
‘What is a canopic jar doing here?’
This was highly out of the ordinary for the ancient egyptians.
Canopic jars were used to store some of the vital organs during the process of mummification and would have been placed in the burial chamber beside the body. So why was one just placed, or discarded, by the entrance to a shrine?
You turned the jar in your hands, examining it when you finally were able to find a simple symbol carved into its side, labeling what had been placed into it.
“Leb?” you whispered, “Wait…they didn’t extract hearts when they…”
The sound of more jars being knocked down took your attention away from the jar in your hands.
At least a dozen had been placed around the area by the entrance.
They were placed in small openings carved into the walls and just stacked on the ground around you.
All of which were marked by the same hieroglyph.
“What the hell…” you whispered.
You sent the small orb floating just a few feet above the ground, following the large number of jars until you were able to see the other corridor hidden in the dark. Opposite from the main door, now behind you.
Your breath stilled as you followed the corridor which led to a pair of huge doors.
You willed the orb of light to grow so more of the door was lit, but froze when more of it came into focus.
The doors were highly decorated with images of men, women, and children being led to their demise in various ways carved into the frame. The door itself was adorned with gold and silver and made into the design of a massive snake, wrapped tightly around the sun while flames burned behind it.
You hesitated at the sight, lifting your hands to touch one of the carvings beside you but quickly taking it back. The feeling you had just being near those doors was enough to make your skin crawl.
Another moment passed while you fought with your choices. Try to push the doors open, or return to the gods to report what you’d seen.
Curiosity won over.
You started by pushing the doors lightly but the more you pushed the more it became obvious that they weren’t budging.
‘Thank the gods…’ you thought, feeling relief that there was no way to get inside.
At least you could honestly say that you had tried.
‘I think it’s time to head back.’ You thought, taking one last moment to return the canopic jar where it was before turning toward where you had come when you were stopped by a now familiar sound.
The whispers had returned but this time it was undeniable. They were coming from the other side of the door and they were clear enough for you to finally understand what they had been saying.
What you had originally thought was the whisper from one voice echoed from the other side as a congregation of voices. They chanted in ancient Egyptian as if in a prayer.
‘All hail, all hail, all hail the divine bringer of chaos. All hail!’
The voices repeated their chant over and over as they slowly began to grow louder and louder. Soon growing until it became a sound so deafening you could feel it within your chest.
You covered your ears, eyes wide and fixed upon the door as the sound continued to boom from within. You stepped back into the main corridor and leaned against the slab resting across the main door, sure your eardrums would burst when, in an instant, the chanting stopped and again you were surrounded by silence.
You lifted your head and took your hands off of your ears while they still rang from the monstrous sound.
“I wonder if Thoth and Khonshu heard that?” you whispered, when you finally realized the vine that had been carved into the stone slab wasn’t a vine at all. Rather it was the details of a snake.
“I’m beginning to see a pattern here…” you whispered just as a deep rumbling began to sound, shaking the floor beneath your feet.
Now the sound that pierced the silence around you was the deep rumbling sound of one of the doors opening with a loud creak of hinges long out of use. Leaving just enough room for you to step in.
You regained your composure and just stared at the opened door, finally letting out a quick breath through your nose.
“Do I look stupid? I’m not going in after that!” you almost teased, turning to walk back down the corridor when you were shoved to the ground by a pair of decaying hands.
You landed with a hard thud and only had a few seconds to react when a large khopesh was brought down where you had been, barely missing you as you rolled out of its path.
Quickly you jumped to your feet, turning and coming face to face with two guards dressed in ancient clothes.
Or what used to be guards, both on either side of you.
Their dried flesh barely hung onto their exposed bones as they continued their duty of protecting whatever was behind the doors.
They swung their khopesh swords at you. Coming so close that you narrowly dodged their attacks, punching and kicking only for them to falter for a moment before coming back to continue fighting.
“I don’t have time for this!” You exclaimed, reaching out with both hands to grip at one of the guards heads.
You held on tight as you kicked at his chest, separating his head from his body which instantly fell lifeless onto the floor. You turned and threw the head in your hands at the other guard, who stumbled from the blow to its own head. This gave you enough time to reach down and grab the sword the first guard had dropped. Swinging it up then down with one swift swoop, separating the second guard from his own head. It’s body dropping instantly to the ground with a loud thud.
“Damn mummies!” You whispered, throwing the sword to the ground. “I hate when they pop up like that! Scared the crap out of …”
You were interrupted by another deep rumble coming from down the long corridor on either side of you.
You willed your orb of light to break into two and threw them in each direction down the corridors. Illuminating the massive number of guards that were barreling toward you.
You let out an annoyed sort of growl, not wanting to bother with more guards. You closed your eyes and exhaled, willing your body to turn into your fog form but nothing happened. Just a slight pain in your head and nothing more.
“Oh crap!” you said, realizing that there was no time to even try again. You needed to get out of there.
“Crap, crap, crap….” you repeated, looking around and quickly realizing that there was only one way for you to go.
Through the large doors.
You ran through the open door and turned, trying with all your might to push it closed.
Again, just as before, no matter how hard you pushed the door didn’t budge.
“No, no! Please just…damn door CLOSE!” you cried out just as it slowly began to move.
You could hear the mummies getting closer and closer but you couldn’t get the door to close any faster than it was. Agonizingly slow.
“C’mon! You stupid door!” you called out just as it finally shut with a loud boom that echoed around you.
There was no second to spare. As soon as the doors shut you heard the mummies crashing into the other side of it. Pushing with all they had, trying to get in.
There was almost no use in you trying to keep the doors closed but you pushed your back against them as if your lone strength was enough to counter that of the dozens of mummies pushing on the other side.
The doors began to shift and creek as they were being forced open. Your feet began to slide in the sand under them as you frantically pushed and moved to keep them from getting in.
It was no use.
You knew they would be able to open the doors soon enough and there was no way you’d be able to fight all of them off!
The fear built up in your chest as your heart beat frantically within it.
You couldn’t rely on your fog form for escape. Something was blocking your ability to call upon that technique, but what?
You took a moment to focus but just as before you couldn’t change. All you were able to do was summon a sharp pain in your head.
Just as it looked like the mummies would finally be able to push the doors open they just suddenly stopped.
The doors creaked back to a full close and you could hear them on the other side turn and march back down the corridors until again you were met with silence and darkness.
You slid down until you were sitting on the floor, trying to catch your breath. Your eyes wide from the fear that followed almost being overtaken.
This place was turning into more of a problem than you would have anticipated. At least you didn’t have a team of archeologists to try and save.
You let out a quick laugh at the thought of trying to explain an onslaught of undead guards to a bunch of grad students and volunteers.
You stood up, brushing the sand off of your suit as you tried to scan the room around you. Barely able to make out anything in the dark.
You willed another orb of light to form before you. Sending it up until you were able to see it reach the ceiling high above. You focused your energy and allowed the orb to grow in size and brightness until the whole room was illuminated.
What you found was beyond what you could have imagined.
Thousands of canopic jars, just like the ones you had found outside the doors, lay scattered throughout the massive room. All with the insignia of ‘leb’ carved within them, signifying that all these jars carried the hearts of people long dead.
The fear you felt when you saw the large number of mummies coming toward you was nothing compared to what coursed through your veins at this moment.
The ancient Egyptians believed that the only way to garner passage into paradise after death was to weigh the heart against a feather from the goddess Maat. Which is why they did not remove the heart during mummification.
To not have this organ in death meant an eternity of nothingness. Oblivion. No hope for rest.
The massive number of jars filled with hearts meant that these were taken by force. What god would demand such an offering?
The walls were covered with more images of people being executed, killed, and sacrificed. Carnage, agony, and pain were depicted all around you. Accompanied by hundreds of snake statues and carvings.
The feeling you got from being within this room was awful. As if a shiver continued to course through your body and never let up.
You walked toward the center of the room. Your gaze now fixated on the largest statue at the far end of it. A hundred foot, golden statue of a snake god. Its body tightly wrapped around the sun, just like the image on the outside of the doors.
The statue rested on a massive stone base that had the image of a script carved on the front of it.
You slowly walked forward to read the words that had been chiseled into the script.
It was the same chant you had heard earlier except now it included the name of what you assumed was the serpent god depicted before you.
‘All hail, all hail, all hail the divine bringer of chaos. All hail…’
“Apophis…” you whispered, reading the name that followed the chant out loud.
The room began to shake and crumble around you as the chanting returned. You stumbled back, trying your best to steady yourself.
It continued as you braced yourself against the shaking. The disembodied voices surrounded you and grew in volume once again.
As if this wasn’t enough, you began to hear the added sounds of the mummies, who had returned and were pushing against the doors like they had before.
Again, there was no time. You needed to get out of the shrine! Now!
You scanned the room, searching for another exit, another door, anything when you locked eyes with the statue before you.
The golden, bejeweled eyes began to glow when a cloud of dust grew from behind it and flew down toward you. You had no time to move out of its way when it crashed into you. Feeling as if it pierced right through you like a sword.
Your body tensed as if a shock of electricity was now coursing through it. You gasped at the pain unable to even make a sound as you shook in an agony you had never felt before!
The orb of light high above disappeared, leaving you in total darkness.
You collapsed hard onto the floor. Your body tensing and convulsing while you were helpless to do anything about it.
You began to writhe when you were finally able to catch your breath enough to start screaming.
Your screams echoed through the cavernous room. Accentuated by the chanting that had surrounded you earlier.
Your arms and legs bent uncontrollably and your hands tensed by your sides. Your eyes were wide with fear as if they would bulge out of their sockets. There was nothing you could do but relent into the agony of every negative emotion and physical pain you had ever experienced. All at once in a constant repetition.
You felt as if your body was going to be torn apart from the inside while you continued to cry out into the dark.
You were helpless to do anything as the doors flew open and the hundreds of guards poured in, ready to kill you for invading their shrine.
They barreled toward your screaming body. Their swords drawn high above them but before you could bear witness to your own demise your body finally gave in and you fell unconscious.
All that was left was dark.
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You woke with a shock, sitting up then instantly a shot of pain coursed through your entire body.
You inhaled a sharp breath before falling back where you had been laying.
Every part of you ached and your head was pounding worse than any hangover you’d ever experienced.
You found that you were unable to move most of your body. At least not without being met with another shot of pain.
You slowly opened your eyes, scanning the room around you. Your eyesight was hazy but you tried your best to focus on where you were when you realized you were home, laying in your own bed.
The sound of the Gus’ fish tank filter wiring in the background.
The pounding in your head made it hard to fully focus on anything around you.
You closed your eyes and tried to speak but your voice was hushed and quiet.
It was then that you felt a hand take yours.
The touch was warm and inviting. Something unexpected in your daze but so comforting none the less.
You opened your eyes and strained to try and adjust your eyesight toward the person who sat beside you on the bed.
You were met by a pair of brown eyes looking back at you. Filled with relief and accompanied by a small, crooked smile.
You let out a sigh and felt the tears well up in your eyes as one managed to escape down your cheek.
“Hi Jake…” you whispered.
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psychology + mental health deep dive !
QUICK FACTS ,
diagnoses: i don't know what doctors of the early '80s would have diagnosed bj with, especially given that he's gay and possibly trans (genderfluid?), but imo, bj has severe c-ptsd and possibly schizophrenia (though there's not a lot of evidence for the latter; the visual and auditory hallucinations he experiences could just be a symptom of his c-ptsd and drug abuse, which is how i portray him, since i'm not confident that i can properly portray someone suffering with schizophrenia). there's probably more, but i'm not a psychologist and wouldn't know where to begin with bj.
triggers: a better question would probably be "what doesn't potentially trigger him?", because bj lives in a near-constant state of dissociation and hyper-vigilance. but the smell of damp earth or decaying leaves, gunshots, knives, sex, and the sound of large dogs barking are his most common triggers.
positive coping skills: few, but he has found ways to help ground himself through little personal rituals like touching something cold when he feels far away, or listening to music when his auditory hallucinations get too loud. personal superstitions like counting to seven or drawing sevens for good luck help ease some of his anxiety, as well as dancing and painting.
negative coping skills: substance abuse is probably bj's worst both because of their affects on his physical health as well as his mental health; the high or drunk helps keep him in a dissociative, numb, or euphoric state when the high is "good", but abusing drugs and alcohol has also worsened his hallucinations and paranoia. he also often engages in risky sex and occasionally borderline suicidal behavior.
attachment style: disorganized-avoidant / fearful-avoidant
love language: (to give) touch and to give / (to receive) touch and words of affirmation
myers briggs / mbti: i've tried to figure this out before and i'm honestly not sure i know, even taking the test. there's "barry james", who... i think is maybe his more authentic self, and then there is "bj" who is not inauthentic, necessarily, but certainly is more of a mask than who bj really is. the problem, though, is that i don't know who bj would be without his trauma, and i'm not sure who he is with it, because it changes depending on how he needs to survive. if i had to guess, i'd say he's probably an infx or isfx? maybe?
HISTORY EXPLORATION ,
are their diagnoses formal ( via a doctor, therapist, etc. ) or informal ( self diagnosis, a hunch, unrealized, etc. ) he supposedly gets a formal diagnoses sometime in the early '80s (?), but considering that the hospital releases bj at what i would consider his absolute worst state mentally, idk how correct the diagnoses was.
have they ever been treated / medicated? yes, but. well. see above.
have they ever been hospitalized or treated on an inpatient basis? yes.
how old were they when they first started experiencing / realizing symptoms? around 9 or 10 was when bj really began to sink into himself and his inner-monologue switched from first person to third as a way of distancing himself from his trauma. after that, his mental health dive-bombed.
do they have a family history of mental illness? likely. but we don't know enough about bj's mom to say.
how was mental health handled / discussed in the family / community? none at all. at most, reverend laws would call him "troubled" because of his mother at best, and at worst blame "sin" on bj's deteriorating mental health.
what are their thoughts on mental health / their diagnosis? negatively, when he does think about it. angry, mostly, and ashamed. but then he also just doesn't think about it, if he can help it.
in what ways has their diagnosis shaped their life or experiences? n/a. except for his doctors potentially making him worse because of how they treated him after his diagnoses, bj doesn't think about his diagnosis and doesn't find it helpful or useful.
SYMPTOMS: note that all of the below are, on their own, normative and typical aspects of human functioning. they become “symptoms” when they last longer than “normal” or when they pose a significant impact on someone’s life / functioning.
BOLD all that are present, ITALICIZE those that are resolved or in the history.
depression. anxiety. panic attacks. dissociation. derealization. depersonalization. suicidal ideation. self harm. homicidal ideation. psychosis. auditory hallucinations. visual hallucinations. delusions. mania. hypomania. racing thoughts. hyperactivity. attention difficulty. flashbacks. nightmares. hyperarousal. hypoarousal. hypersexuality. hyposexuality. psychopathy. risky behavior. catatonia. somatic / bodily concerns. mutism. phobia. agoraphobia. hoarding. obsessions. compulsions. body dysmorphia. hair picking. skin picking. amnesia. illness anxiety / hypochondria. sensory loss. speech difficulty. comprehension difficulty. communication difficulty. tics. defiant behavior. irritable mood. vindictiveness. aggression. pyromania. kleptomania. paranoia. attention seeking. narcissism. avoidance. dependency. pica. rumination. food restriction. food binging. purging. soiling the bed (sometimes; struggles mostly when in an especially bad mental place). insomnia. fatigue. sexual dysfunction. delirium. developmental delays.
explanations / elaborations on any of the above symptoms:
i don't think i could properly explain all of that in a single post, and i think most of it would be far too triggering anyway without a readmore. if curious, feel free to ask, but this is mostly for my reference anyway.
tagged by: no one, i just wanted to fill this out for bj.
tagging: anyone who would like to
#there's too much to tag this as uh#self harm mention for ts#trauma for ts#abuse for ts#i really don't think i need to tag everything considering i don't go into detail anywhere but still.#lived to tell the tale [headcanons];
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.: My Current Theory(s) :.
I've only played this game for around a couple days, but I've also been hunting down theories outside of it...and hoo boy, my hunches for most things going on make me so excited to see what happens next. I'm glad I'm not the only one seeing these things, and I will definitely try to use other traits (I main Street Smarts and Mystic in my canon playthrough) to see if I can get other stuff to pop up.
But for now, I'm gonna talk about my own playthrough and my theories for events after Chapter Four.
(+) I didn't like my cousin at first, honestly she weirded me out and I fully believe she's part of everything going on..but I can tell she's not entirely 'bad', she's probably just stuck doing these things and feels she simply can't leave. And I do like that she doesn't want us causing trouble, I do believe she cares but isn't trying to get too close (for reasons). I even protected her during the psychedelic ghost 'vision', giving up years of my life in her place. I hope I can get closer to her in future chapters, even if she betrays me I'd still not entirely be angry about it.
(+) Sybil is definitely sus. I kept on feeling there was something about her, I mean she knows about Ditchlings and doesn't seemed scared in the least by anything going on. But when she did the tea reading...I got the ability to actually push past my option to suspect her being the 'cat' being flipped on me. So my fears were correct, she definitely knows what's going on. And may be even the mastermind behind it all. I wouldn't be surprised in the least at this point, especially after she literally stood in a doorframe and had shadows on her the entire time. So I'm gonna be watching out for her.
(+) I hope that the church is important soon, I do wanna see the mysteries behind that place and Tetanus Lake. I bet the 'rats' are either Ditchlings, or possibly even ghosts of those who died in that lake...and I bet we'll have to jump in. Possibly to find another one of those symbols/seals buried underneath. And I'm actually starting to like the priest, I don't think he's a bad guy and is simply just trying too hard to be liked...though a part of me hopes I'm wrong. If I'm wrong, I want it to be revealed that the priest is actually running a cult of some kind. Because those little tidbits throughout the story are driving me up a wall.
(+) I didn't save the doctor in my canon playthrough, so I hope that doesn't screw me over in the future...but it probably will. I'll probably get bad metal poisoning and all that from the lake, and there'd be no doctor to help with that. I just hope Reese comes back...I'm trying to romance him, I just want my monster boy to cuddle me as I deal with this hellscape of a town.
(+) I think Reese is most definitely NOT human. He's most close to an Incubus, at least with how he was conceived...but he's also similar to a Vampire and/or Werewolf, I mean he can shapeshift and even has a tail. Maybe he could also be part Ditchling...I wouldn't be surprised if he was, considering. I just hope that I won't have to face him possibly going into a hunger frenzy at some point, and I hope he doesn't get a hunger for humans after chomping down on his own mom. But, I'm also not against helping him with that...*grabs axe*
(+) Stella NEEDS to be found. And soon. I hope she really isn't a part of everything going on, but after she just up and left I'm not leaving out any reasoning. Even asking Wayne about her didn't get me anywhere, but tbh that whole thing after Reese I'm far less wary of him now than before. I mean, the guy wants me to leave the town...so he is definitely on my side, even if he did try to hurt Reese I'll still try trusting him more. He may be the only lifeline I'll have to save myself in the future.
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2 AM FANFIC POST LETS GOO
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Ramirez ran down the hall, holding a sandwich that hadn't been taken out of his plastic wrap yet
"¡Maldición! I'm almost late for lunch- how did I lose track of that much time?! Waaiit a minute." Stopping his ramblings (and running) short, he backtracked to a lab he passed that still had a scientist in it. hunched over scribbling something down on a note sheet, an unwrapped but uneaten sandwich next to the notes, and a cup of presumably coffee on the other side of his paper. 'Isn't that that Stark kid I've heard some of the other scientists and guards talk about?' He thought.
"Would he seriously rather work than eat?? Nope. Not having that on my watch." Knocking on the window he entered the lab, Stark not seeming to notice his presence at all. Too engrossed in his work, he guessed.
Now, Stark's not the most friendly guy from what Ramirez has heard. Doesn't talk much, and when he does it's to correct people in usually a rude way, egotistical, and above all else, he avoids the other scientists as much as he can, only interacting with them if they just so happen to work together. But honestly, he can't be that bad right?
Getting another chair, Ramirez sat in front of Stark's desk and knocked on it, making the other jump and mess up whatever chicken-scratch notes he was writing. To which he grimaced and looked up at Ramirez. There was silence between the two of them before Ramirez broke the ice.
"Hey uh… you know it's lunchtime right?" He tilted his head to the clock with a well-meaning smile, the other rolling his eyes a bit and looking annoyed.
"Is that what you came in here to bother me about?" Well, right to being impudent it seemed. But Ramirez wanted to give the guy the benefit of the doubt and assume he wasn't as much of an asshole as people say he is.
"Yes, it is actually. I was on my way to the cafeteria and saw you weren't eating so-"
"Well, you can.. keep going to the cafeteria or whatever, I'll eat in a little bit. I need to finish my work, that you just ruined."
Alright, that hit him in the nerve there. But he took a deep breath and took the notes Stark was writing and put them in his lab coat pocket.
"Hey!-"
"Alright, I'm not gonna leave until you eat your lunch. I know what kind of guy you are." Ramirez gave a cheeky smile while Stark grumbled, taking his food and finally eating it. Ramirez unwrapped his sandwich and did the same. The two eating in awkward silence.
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And soon, it became a regular thing for the two of them. Ramirez shows up at the same time at Stark's lab and the two eat in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, more like a comfortable one. But today was different. When Ramirez showed up Stark seemed visibly excited about something, pacing back and forth while opening and closing his hands repeatedly. Honestly, Ramirez couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Stark. What's got you excited?"
"Oh! Dr. Ramirez, it's ah.. nothing." He stopped his pacing to look at Ramirez, putting his hands together to force himself to stop opening and closing them. Ramirez frowned for a moment before smiling at him.
"Come on, it's got you this excited. It's gotta be good." Ramirez pulled his chair up in front of Starks desk and sat down to listen to him talk. Stark blinked at the gesture but cleared his throat.
"Well, a few days ago, I filled out an application to adopt a cat. And a little while ago they called me back and said that I was good to adopt him! And I just- I'm honestly really excited because I already have a name picked out for him and a cat bed and-" He had picked the pacing up again, along with the stimming as a smile came back on "oh, and he's one of those orange cats too and- I… uh.." He slowed his ramblings when he noticed Ramirez staring fondly, a flush coming over his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Sorry, I'm rambling, aren't I?" He chuckled a bit, Ramirez blinking out of his stare, making him blush.
"I- no- It's fine. It's nice hearing you talk." He gave Stark a reassuring smile before looking at the clock and jumping slightly.
"Yeesh- we need to eat quick. Lunch is almost over."
Stark nodded and sat back at his desk, across from Ramirez as the two got their lunches out.
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