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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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Hi love!!! Can I request a drabble with ''did we just kiss?" + '' holy shit—that was awesome!" from the third prompt list (or just either of them if you're limiting how many promots are in each request since you said you'd try to keep it to 1K which is epic!) I'd really like some Jungkook fluff and a lil humor if possible 🙈

YOURE GONNA DO AMAZING I CAN'T WAIT TO READ ALL YOUR MILESTONE REQUESTS!! ❤️❤️ (let me know if I get to send more than one bc I saw a few other promts I liked 👉👈)

Love youuuu!!!

KISS ME MORE | JJK

It’s not just Jungkook’s rigorous boxing lesson that’s making your heart beat fast.

» pairing: boxer!jungkook x reader

» genre: BTS | PG-15 | fluff | best friends to lovers

» wc/date: 1.7k | July 2022

» warnings: none

» notes: lol i clearly couldn’t follow my own 1k rule. but i hope you enjoy, lovely mindy! it was cute to write 🥰

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? cinema - cix

“Come on, if you wanna kick my ass, you’ve gotta try harder!”

Sweat made the hand wraps twisted around your hands chafe your wrists beneath the heavy boxing gloves, but you couldn’t mention it to your sparring partner. The loud, giddy “I told you so” he’d hurl at you would be too much for you to bear. You clearly hadn’t tightened the wraps as well as you should have. His expert eye noticed from the very beginning, even when you insisted it was fine.

You brushed your forearm against your forehead to wipe away a few beads of sweat along your hairline. How was Jungkook bouncing from left to right on his toes with all the energy of a child at an amusement park? You were dying.

“What is wrong with you?” You leaned backwards, gloved hands pressed to your hips, as you tried to catch your breath. “Can you give me, like, two seconds?”

He flashed you a toothy grin, the action making crow’s feet appear at his bright eyes.

“No way, girlfriend.” God, you hated it when he called you that. He sounded like an uncool mom from the early 2000’s. “In a fight, will your opponent give you a break? Do you think they’ll pity you? Nope! They’ll knock you on your ass.”

He punched at the air a few times, demonstrating his sharp upperhook.

“Jungkook, when will I ever be in a fight?” You straightened your back and lifted your wobbly arms up to make your gloves level with your face. Maybe you shouldn’t have skipped breakfast.

He shook his head, flipping his sweaty bangs out of his face, and you swore you felt your limbs turn to jelly. Every day was the same shit, it just looked different. You could feed yourself excuses until you were sick. You were tired, lacked proper nourishment, didn’t take your vitamins. You were stressed, bloated, merely having an “off” day. If stuffing yourself full of thinly-veiled justifications for why your best friend made your stomach twist into knots every time he looked at you was a sin, then you were Queen of Gluttony.

“You never know! With that mouth of yours…” The wink he sent you was Cupid’s bow shot straight into your heart.

“Oh shut up, I’m ready.”

Satisfied with your submission, Jungkook lifted his hands sporting the trainer punch mitts. The first time you’d trained with him you were so worried about hurting him that you barely tapped against his hands. His biceps rippled as he flexed his wrists, presenting the flattened side of the mitts for you to punch into. The t-shirt he wore had the sleeves and armpits ripped out, the holes running down his sides to expose his toned chest and abs when he moved to the side. You licked your lips and shuddered at the salty taste of sweat on them.

Jungkook’s mitted hand flew out to boop you on the forehead, then quickly snapped back before you even processed what happened.

“I know I’m cute, but pay attention!”

The heat that flooded your face had nothing to do with working out. You planted your feet on the floor of the boxing ring and cocked your head to the side to crack your neck. Maybe a part of you thought you looked a little bit badass, but Jungkook quickly knocked you back to reality. He managed to hit you again, this time on the shoulder.

“You need to loosen up. Be quicker on your feet.”

“You wish you were as quick as me.” You gave him a little hop like he’d been doing before, your tongue stuck out in a violent point, nose scrunched. “When Muhammad Ali said ‘float like a butterfly, sting like a bee’ he was talking about me.”

“Oh really?”

Another boop to your head and you were starting to get annoyed.

“Jeon Jungkook, I was not ready. That doesn’t count.”

There was no mercy for you in those doe eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lighting of the boxing studio. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled as he chuckled a bunny-tooth laugh, getting far too much enjoyment out of your weakness.

“Okay, okay, how about this. Do you remember the routine we did on Tuesday? I’ll wait for you to advance first.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You absolutely did not remember the routine from Tuesday, but at this point you couldn’t just say that. Another boop to the forehead was definitely in your future if you admitted you’d forgotten such precious knowledge. You were just going to have to make it up.

With a deep inhale, you released air from puckered lips and charged forward. In your head, you had this really fantastic image of you flying through the air with your fist strong and your elbow laxed, the strands of your hair whipping out of your ponytail, a true Valkyrie on a mission. It was rather glorious, flying through the clouds like a warrior of female empowerment, taking down the man.

Keyword, image.

In reality? Your left sneaker slid against a glistening spot on the floor of the ring where you’d accidentally spilled some of your water bottle. Your body lurched forward, the heaviness of your boxing gloves making you top heavy. You were all limbs as you collided with Jungkook, and since neither of you had fingers to grab onto anything, you landed with a hard thud on the floor. If it wasn’t embarrassing enough that the skin of your sweaty legs was now sticking to the skin of Jungkook’s sweaty legs, you felt like you were going to pass out. There was no talking yourself out of this one, though, because the reason was very clear.

You’d landed with your mouth smashed against Jungkook’s, with your teeth clinking together and noses squished into each other. Not only was it terrifying, but it was unattractive, and slightly painful? The universe took away your Valkyrie fantasy, and your kissing Jungkook fantasy, too. All in a matter of seconds.

Horrified, you quickly tried to push yourself off of him, but Jungkook slung a heavy arm over your waist to hold you against his chest.

“Did we just… kiss?”

“Uhhh… no, no way. I just almost broke our front teeth.” Why wasn’t he letting you go?

“Nah, I think we did. We totally did.” Jungkook leaned his head back on the floor and stared up at you with a grin. “We should do it again.”

“What?” you croaked out, wiggling a bit in his embrace. He had to be joking, right? He was fucking with you.

“Aren’t you supposed to listen to me as your trainer?” Jungkook reached up to boop you in the forehead again. “Kiss me again.”

The intensity with which he stared at you made you want to shy away from him, but Jungkook held you firmly in place. Thankfully, he closed his eyes and you were able to look him straight in the face without feeling uncharacteristically shy. That is, until he puckered his lips at you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, stop teasing me.”

The grin reappeared, though he kept his eyes closed. “I’m waiting.”

With your heart somersaulting in your chest and your head reeling, you did the one thing you thought you’d been safe to fantasize about because it would never happen.

The kiss was chaste, just as gently hesitant as when you punched Jungkook during your first day of training. He let out a soft sigh once your lips finally moved against his in a chaste dance. The sound startled you, half expecting Jungkook to throw you off of him rather than hum in satisfaction. That sweet sound was what made reality knock you in the head and you quickly pulled away.

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” Jungkook tightened his grip on your waist and lifted the two of you into a sitting position.

He ripped the mitts off of his hands, tossing them to the side. With his fingers free, he slid his hands along your cheeks, eyes roaming your face with a softness you could barely look into. He brought his face to yours again, chasing another gentle kiss with lips that were uncertain of where they belonged. The two of you fumbled over your movements and you found yourself smiling. The action made your teeth clink together once again, and Jungkook pulled away laughing.

“You just wiped all your sweat from your hand wraps all over my face,” you blurted out, nerves shaking you to your core. What were you supposed to say?? Your best friend was willingly making out with you!

Jungkook reached out to remove your gloves. You wiggled your fingers, thankful for the cool air running through them. But before you could truly appreciate the freedom, Jungkook grabbed your hands and pressed them to his cheeks. He really rubbed them in, squishing his cheeks to make his lips pucker and pout.

“Now we’re even,” he said with a grin and finally let go. Snatching up his mitts, Jungkook stood up and held out his hand to you. When you pressed your wrapped hand into his, you felt your entire soul melt.

“I guess we are.” You gave him a soft smile as you brushed yourself off. You had a tiny scrape on your knee from falling, but otherwise the only thing damaged was your ability to stay relaxed in front of your best friend.

“Do you… want to go home...” Jungkook brought his hand up to ruffle his sweaty hair, looking at you through long lashes. “With me?”

You squeezed the gloves against your chest and watched Jungkook carefully. “Only if you promise not to make me box anymore today.”

A smile replaced the insecurity he had painted on his face. His arm, yet again, swooped out to boop you on the head with one of the mitts. Using one of your gloves, you swatted at him in response. “Is that a yes??”

Jungkook jabbed you on one side, then the other, until you were curled inward and doing your best to defend yourself with your beat up gloves. “Jungkook!”

“Only if you give me another kiss.”

Seemed like an easy exchange to you.

do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my work <3

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dinfern0 · 6 months

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izek lore dump!!

since i was waiting for someone to ask for it and @slowtimelove was it!! (tysm :D) plus a raw cooked izek WIP

Lore dump below cut.

(Curse of Strahd Spoilers too!!)

I'm separating it in pre-COS, COS and post-COS, so:

Pre-COS

Canon lore stuff happened with the exception that Ireena is called Mirabel in my campaign, since I wanted one of my players to make their own Tatyana reincarnation.

There's not much alteration here besides that, except that a particular deity did that to his arm but that's unimportant/for later.

COS

Izek found the party, didn't kidnap Mirabel because she chose to talk to him and get him away from Vargis.

He just sort of... Followed them around, they were very friendly and gave him pencils and crayons for him to draw, so he gave them some drawings as thanks :D

(His drawings there, first one is explaining what happened, second one is Willow and Mirabel, third one is a landscape, the last one is a vision he had)

Vargis got disappointed at his crap job of being a spy so he cut his tongue as a warning, left it on the party's house as a message.

Tied Izek on a stake with other npcs to burn at the Smiling Sun festival (that I turned into a ball), they saved him but, well, his tongue couldn't be glued back right <3

He got an actual bed and was treated as an actual human being for at least three weeks

he met Arden, a npc, had a crush on him and drew him portraits from afar (which Arden perceived as threats)

Arden died, Ismark died when they arrived at Ravenloft

Willow had to sacrifice him in exchange for enough power to end Strahd's reincarnation cycle; in reality, signed Izek a contract with Cora, a power-hungry entity.

Strahd used the corpses of the dead to fight the party, Izek's body didn't answer to his commands and instead delivered Cora's message that Strahd's contract was due <33

(more drawings, first one is the bear lady from the past and the second is a drawing of the players + him not knowing what a tiger is, since wolves, crows and bears are all he knows)

post-COS

Izek got the chance to protect Mirabel - now Minadora, that lost all of her memories when she killed Strahd.

He's mute and she's went blind from sunlight, so it was a bit complicated <3

He isn't free, whatsoever. Had to kill for Cora the same way that he had to kill for Vargis, Izek works as a pawn to move Cora towards godhood.

He's ATM at a coliseum, fighting in a giant fighting ring since Cora has nothing for him to do other than watch some people when they get to specific events but doesn't want him to be free either.

The giants keep him there bc they're too scared to let him go so they want someone to kill him and make some coin in the process.

The campaign is set 101 years after COS, in a Storm King's Thunder campaign, so that's that with the viking-looking design.

Also! He got a friend/romantic interest, but I can't talk a lot abt it since some of my players follow me :D

that's pretty much it :^) i'll make some other posts if the players eventually find him again and keep him around

also his first design for comparison :D

#my art #sketch #wip #curse of strahd npc #izek strazni #dnd #dungeons & dragons #lore #lore dump

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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BLUE HAIR RAVENSTAN IM PTERODACTYL SCREECHING

*rm!clyde autism vc* erm, actually! its pterodactylus!~

but, no, fr. he is the moment, the movement!!!!

and everyone thinks it's because he's in his cool boy, cool blue, blue rad(s)berry, bad boy era, when in reality he's in his imy ky sad boi era.

like after they fought when the call girl news came out, which, tbh, i think ended with kyle about to call ravenstan 'stan' but then he stopped himself at the last second and yelled out, "no, fuck that! you don't Deserve to have his name! my stan would NEVER do this to me!

....fuck you, raven."

which...OOOOOOOOF. when stan and kyle know who each other are and don't call each other by their actual first names...its really bad. like actually, at the end of The Kyle Can't Say I Love You Fight where jersey is begging ravenstan to stay, stan gives him one last chance and is like "tell me you love me." and kyle is like "w-what?" and stan grabs kyle's hand, looks deep into his eyes, bearing his heart and is like "tell me you love me and i'll stay." n kyle tries and tries and tries

...but he Can't :(

so stan wipes his eyes, laughs a sad little laugh, drops kyle's hand, picks up his black jansport backpack and in The Voice just goes

"adios, jersey."

and SLAMS! the door behind him.

now, one of my favorite things about writing rm is a lot of stuff seems really cute and coy on the surface, but it's actually kind of insidious. or even that something as harmless/innocuous as a nickname might carry the weight of the world across a mere six letters. see, because when ravenstan called his kyle 'jersey' at the that first crimson dawn concert when he chose kyle as his victim, as we all now know, stan knew exactly who kyle was, but pretended not know, and what's more? stan gave kyle a cute little nickname...

jersey.

cute, light, bouncy. on the nose, where blush ran like red snow across that valley of freckles and melted our college student ice king into glassless puddle at the mere utterance of that word from raven's lips. not too much to think about there. seems like a simple thing, calling the boy you like a funny name, to tease him or make him feel special.

to everyone but stanley marsh in that moment, calling kyle jersey and continuing to call him jersey wasn't something he did to be cheeky, it was strategic...it was personal. because it was much easier for stanley marsh to call his precious long lost kyle broflovski jersey...

...than kyle.

it's probably not as obvious as i think it is when i'm writing it in, but if you look closely in rm, you might notice that ravenstan almost exclusively calls kyle jersey, except for a couple really tender moments, or by accident. bc he's not supposed to use kyle's name/

one, it's just too hard, because saying kyle's name invokes way too much raw emotion in him, like the raven voice drops, he starts doing the stan voice, his eyes get shiny, it's half a sob, half a prayer, there's an overwhelming urge to hold him...like it's too obvious. kyle can't say ily and stan is not supposed to say kyle's name.

so he created jersey as a buffer, a fail safe. he created the jersey nickname to create distance between himself and kyle, so that he could keep his head on his shoulders and not go off book.

which is not to say that later on they don't use raven/crow and jersey/yersey when they're being funny/feeling fond, but if kyle calls stan raven in the shrewd deadpan voice or raven calls kyle jersey in the aloof, cool boy raven voice....THEY ARE FIGHTING!!! which...ya.

anyways, speaking of ravenstan's blue hair ( the closest approximate of which i think is this picsart monstrosity i edited [ which idk who drew this but all the credit in the world to them like thats my son ], i also did a blonde one ) after the fight, i just know stan was spiraling super hard, a bottle of chase azul tequila and a bottle of blue arctic fox hair in the other, washing his face w/ his tears, scream singing to abba on vinyl ( jersey loves abba, stan gave him a lot of shit for it growin up, their first dance at sadie hawkins was also an abba song )

and just boarded the plane the very next day with blue ass hands and blue ass hair...also pls note that when stan made the seating arrangements, it was well before they had that fight, so stan put himself next to kyle ( and its a small private plane so the rows only have two seats, i think ) and its a mess like...Roll Clip!

jers: "what? wouldnt'ya ratha sit next to ya girlfirend? here, i'll mov-"

raven: "kyle, you've been mentally preparing yourself to sit in this particular seat for weeks. you begged me to show you the layout of the plane so you could practice. you're not moving. plus, she has a window seat and you hate the window seat. i made sure you were sitting in the aisle seat so you could get up, so you don't feel trapped."

jersey, trying not to be rizzed: "and yet here i am...Trapped. With. You."

jersey, scoffing: "wow. blue? really?"

raven: "thought you'd be pleased, considering it's your favorite color"

jersey: "not anymore."

ravenstan, being a little shit: "oh, yeah? what's it now. whatever it is, i'll change it. i brought color oops just in case." ;)

jersey, rolling his eyes: "y'know, i actually don't like any colors at the moment. hate 'em all! guess you'll have to shave ya head." <3

raven: "no worries. gq magazine says i have the bone structure for it."

aAAAAAASASASAAAAA!!!!! they are being so cunty like boys relax oh my goddddddd...speaking of being relaxed. kyle is not that. kyle does not like planes, reads the emergency card 100 times, makes them check all the systems like 100 times and is particularly frightened by taking off the runway/turbulence so he actually...grabs stans hand by accident, breathing really and stan just squeezes his palm reassuringly and strokes the arch of jersey's knuckles with his thumb before they break away and kyle pretends like it never happened.

stan also...falls asleep on kyle's shoulder for like 70% of the flight, like kyle is just doing something dorky like the sudoku puzzle or reading hemmingway and stan's beautiful freshly blue chai-scented head plops on kyle's shoulder, sleeping soundly. and i shit you not kyle is scared to move that entire flight, a baby looks like its gonna start crying and kyle gives it The Glare and it swallows that sound back up. he's fighting demons and the demons are wanting to gaze longingly at your sleepy ex-sbf and kiss him on the forehead aaaAAAAAAA.

but ya! i love you manic blue hair stan! my hero! my zero!

-uncle nina, dyed hair idiot boy stan agenda

#jersey lore #but like actual jersey lore about the jersey nickname #like it is cute its supposed to be cute #but it really is just stans coping mechanism #tfw u have to make up a flirty tarty whorey lil nickname for ur childhood best friend bc u cant say his actual name #bc u literally say it in the gayest voice possible like hes a spring and you havent had water in 100 years #and like you need him and want him and would do anything for him with ur voice and character breaking desperate for him #SO YEAH THATS WHY STAN CALLS KYLE JERSEY #BC CALLING KYLE BY HIS NAME IS TOO HARD FOR STAN #HE GETS REALLY EMOTIONAL BC ITS HIS FAVORITE WORD INT THE WORLD AND HE WANTS TO SAY IT ALL THE TIME #but its hard to say it when u are calling ur kyle Kyle and he is calling you raven like ur a stranger and AAAAAA #but also yeah their airplane interactions are so cunty but also cute bc they held hands and stan napped on him #me when the boys are being cute and perfect and in love: yawn #me when they boys are fighting and being cunty to each other & like 3 secs away from going at it on the next available surface: SLAY #i love tension and drama like I LOVE THE OO YOU WANT ME SO BAD its my favorite thing omg #ok done jazz hands idk what this is #one thing abt me is im gonna make the boys fight and then makeout really aggressively with eachother sorry abt it #IK THE CALL GIRL THING IS CONFUSING RN JUST HOLD YOUR HORSES OKAY ILL EXPLAIN IT SOON

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positivelybeastly · 3 months

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In a universe where Hank McCoy was hard-headedly reclaimed from X-Force by Tess McKay, they sit on the beach, warmed by the sun as the waves lick at the shoreline of the Living Island.

Her sons are splashing and diving in the water, at home as any full-blooded Atlantean as they wrestle with one another, hollering at their lungs and shouting playful insults. From time to time, a fledged brown ankle surfaces, half-grown feathers flattened against the skin.

"You suck!"

"No, you suck!"

"Hank, I'm not going to lie." Her voice is wry. "They both suck sometimes."

She eyes them with the patience of a seasoned warrior ready to lean into action at any moment.

Play fighting becomes serious at the drop of a hat with the twins: vaguely neurotic Neptuneous, whom everyone but Namor calls "Fish", and single-minded Poseidonus, who bears his unfortunate name with puffed up pride.

Woolf glances down at the baby in her lap, currently a burble of steaming water in human shape held together by his psionic suit. His head is solid, though, and when he turns his head to regard Hank in that grave way, his eyes are almost colorless. Not to mention familiar. He reaches out with a "gloved", watery hand, questing fingers seeking out blue fur--

"Nope!" she says cheerily, planting a sloppy kiss on Vulcanus' forehead that leaves the skin of her lips tight from the heat. "We don't pull."

Mwah!

As the baby crows in protest--yeah, that's definitely a McKenzie-McKay child--she shifts.

Then, "you know I love you, right, Hank?"

The past several years have been--hard at times, with his trauma and all the shit he has to make up for. All the tension that comes with her best friend and the father of her children hating one another. Tess in the middle, refusing to choose because she wants to have it all.

(In so far as anyone can have "it all" with the King of Atlantis involved.)

She regards him from the corner of her eye, toying with the baby's sleek, dark curls as the sand before him stirs into a worrying little cloud.

("You suck!"

"No, you suck, asshole!")

She grimaces, calls over, "watch your mouth!" before returning her attention to him.

"Because I do. Love you, I mean."

The struggle following X-Force, the accusations, his self-loathing and finding forgiveness has left their friendship like adamantium. She thinks. Hank keeps a lot of his pain to himself, like Woolf, and they can't fully know each other. But they're pretty fucking close.

"I wouldn't change anything about us like this. Our friendship. None of it."

Continuing on from the train of thought found here (x).

"Mm. Well. We all suck sometimes, don't we?"

It's not quite the urbane, cultured, oh so wickedly funny and warm voice that Tess really associates with Hank - maybe one day, that'll change, it'll be merely associated, one day when she's known him like this for longer than she knew him the other, better way. No, for today, he doesn't sound quite right, he sounds . . . tired. Guilty, as he almost always sounds. Half-asleep. One day, maybe, he'll sound more awake. But of all people, Tess knows this is better than it was. He's better than he was.

He starts a little when Vulcanus comes to look at him. It's far from the first time the strange little hot water bottle baby has looked at him - he's bright blue and very, very large, after all, even if he's gone prematurely grey at the temples - but every time, it surprises him. Tess is the only one who really trusts him around her children; baby Shogo was young enough when Jubilee had stopped letting Hank see him that he won't really remember Uncle Hank, won't really remember missing his presence.

But these children? No, to them, he's . . . very much Uncle Hank. A concept that still baffles him, baffles him enough that he doesn't even really think before he's offering a finger to the child, one that he immediately withdraws when Tess chirps, "Nope!" even if it isn't really aimed at him.

" - Mhm."

Then come the words, and they come with a - tension. Not in Tess, she says the words easily enough . . . considering. No, there's a tension in Hank. Because he doesn't know. He knows but he doesn't. He finds himself addled, not expecting any degree of softness. It's worse than touch starvation, because touch starvation can be alleviated by just, a simple laying on of hands, but this, this soul starvation, the brittleness that comes with a complete lack of expectation of care, that's - tricky.

"I - know."

Does he?

He promises. He thinks so, anyway. He'll try to think so.

He writes a lot now. Philosophy. He doesn't work in labs anymore, he's not allowed to. Someone had to argue that he even be allowed to write things down - Jean, he thinks it was, bizarrely - because he wouldn't argue it for himself, not after what he'd been writing down while Director had come to light. He'd just stood there in the Council chamber, shellshocked at himself, willing to accept whatever punishment they would hand out.

He philosophises now. It's funny, but it's because of something Bishop said, so long ago, back when he was sure he was good - that Hank McCoy, in his time, was regarded as one of the greatest mutant philosophers that had ever put pen to paper. He's not sure any of it is any good, maybe his life has warped in such a way that his soul has nothing of value to truly say anymore, but he writes it all down, anyway. It's nice to do something with his time.

"No, I know you do."

He's lying, of course. He tries not to lie about anything anymore, but it's - hard. Tess makes it harder, because she's Tess and she doesn't let him get away with telling even the little lies. Maybe that was all he needed all along, was Tess, in his ear, making sure he couldn't get away with anything. It seems to be working now, doesn't it?

I don't know why you do, but you seem to, anyway.

Hank would change everything. Everything. He won't tell Tess this, of course, but he would change literally everything. He'd delete himself from the timeline if he could. Sometimes at night he lays awake and dreams of it because it's the only thought that keeps him sane, the idea that one day, one day someone's going to slip up, their heart is going to get soft, their attention is going to waver, and there'll be a chance to find a machine and just jump.

Just jump into time.

He'll find himself. He isn't sure what age he'd want to do it. Maybe in his early 30s? Make sure he dies on the operating table. It'll scare the living daylights out of his time displaced self, of course, three of them existing in the same space, but it's the neatest place. Complications. Easy, complications. Heart palpitation. Overdose of medicine. Something.

He'll take a scalpel and ram it into his chest enough times that he can reach in and yank that rotten heart right out of his own chest, if that's what it takes, and he'll cry with relief because this means none of it will happen.

The thought of his non-existence makes him smile.

Sometimes, when he's feeling particularly low, he even imagines walking along the road of the McCoy family farm and sneaking into his childhood home, creeping up into his room. Putting a blue hand over a child's face and -

"No. No, nor I. Thank you, Tess."

It's a lie. It's going to be a lie for a long time.

Maybe, eventually, it won't be a lie. But, for now, and for a very long time, Hank's heart can still be found in Terra Verde. In that hotel room. In the Pointe. His heart is still there. His mind is still there. Not quite here. He's still half-asleep, really.

But one day . . . maybe he can wake up. He'd like that.

"I wouldn't change anything. Not one line."

One day it won't be a lie.

#themckaytriarchy #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #suicide ideation tw #suicide tw #violence tw #blood tw

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thebloodychampion · 1 month

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Favourite DA:O Side quest?

"Something Wicked" (it is the only side quest I remember really.)

Favourite DA:O Main Quest?

"Broken Tower" (I do like it and even the Fade part, compared to Redcliffe, the Deep Roads or the Dalish)

Favourite Personal Quest?

"A Golem's Memory" (more a DLC Quest but I love Shale's Personal quest)

Favourite DA:Companion?

Zevran (no explanation needed)

Favourite DA:O Minor Character?

Bann Teagan (the Inquistion Version is his evil twin, I refuse to acknowledge that this man is Teagan)

Favourite DA:O Location?

Denerim

Favourite DA:O Banter?

Zevran: So, err...is it Lord Loghain?

Loghain: I am no longer a teyrn, nor even a knight. Address me without a title, as you would any other Grey Warden.

Zevran: So just Loghain, then.

Loghain: Correct. What's on your mind?

Zevran: You know who I am, yes? I was one of the Crows you hired to kill the Grey Wardens.

Loghain: I thought you looked familiar.

Zevran: Well, I just wanted to report that I failed my mission, Loghain.

Loghain: You don't say.

Zevran: I'm terribly broken up over it.

Loghain: Hmm. Well thank you kindly for informing me.

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Favourite DA2 side quest?

Night Terrors (i know everyone betrays you to a degree aside Anders)

Favourite DA2 Main quest?

Demands of the Qun ( Just love it but being called Basalit An by the Arishok is just perfect)

Favourite DA2 Personal Quest?

No Rest For The Wicked (Isabel's Personal quest in Act3)

Favourite DA2 Companion

Anders

Favourite DA2 minor character?

The Arishok

Favourite DA2 Location?

Don't really have one

Favourite DA2 Banter?

Anders: Boiling in oil.

Varric: Too prosaic. Trapped in a cave with hungry bears, right at the spring thaw.

Anders: That lets him off too easy. Dipped in molten gold and left as a statue in the Viscount's Keep.

Varric: Ooh. That's poetic!

Hawke: What are you two talking about?

Varric: What to do to Bartrand when I find him.

Anders: Any suggestions?

Favourite DA:I side quest?

Any side quest can't really remember them that much.

Favourite DA:I main quest?

In your heart shall burn ( first of Corypheus and second Cullen's far sighted Vision of seeing Samson on the hill a few miles away)

Favourite DA:I Personal quest?

Last Resort of Good Men

Favourite DA:I companion?

Dorian

Favourite DA:I location?

Western Approach

Favourite DA:I minor character?

Imshael

Favourite DA:I Banter?

Blackwall: Corypheus. One of yours, isn't he?

Dorian: One of mine? Like a pet? Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood?

Dorian: 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!'

Dorian: In this analogy, the carpet is Haven.

Blackwall: Is he or is he not a Tevinter Magister?

Dorian: Meaning 'the source of everything bad and evil in the world'? They are the same, yes?

Blackwall: Certainly feels that way at times

#ooc #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition

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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 2 years

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King of the Barrel

Word Count: 3,143 CW: Canon typical violence, talk of injuries,

Summary: A new gang came into Ketterdam, stirring up trouble and treading on the Dregs' toes. Kaz brushed them off at first, seeing them as nothing but flies buzzing around him. When they start stealing Dregs jobs, he pays closer attention. When they kidnap his spouse, he can't let them get away with it. Now, they get to see why he's on top.

Kaz and Y/N walked into the Crow Club, fingers loosely linked and hands swaying between them. Specht was waiting at the bar for his boss, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

Kaz sighed when they approached. “What is it this time?”

“There’s been another attack by the Gold Rats.”

“How bad was it?” Y/N asked, their voice shot through with concern. While Kaz cared about the business, Y/N cared about the people. It was just the way they worked.

“Keeg got his arm broken in the scuffle. He gave as good as he got, busting up a bruiser’s leg.”

Kaz smashed a fist against the bar top, anger burning in his eyes. “That’s it. Six jobs stolen in three months, I can excuse. A few scuffles, I can overlook. This escalation cannot go unpunished.” He brushed a hand through his hair. “Send a few bruisers their way, rough up their men.”

“What about the Stadwatch? Aren’t they going to have a say about this if they catch us?”

“You should know by now, Specht, I pay good money to keep them away from Dregs business. Anyone bearing the crow and cup, even on a slip of parchment, has long been safe from those idiots in uniform.”

Specht nodded. “Got it, Boss.” He scrambled into the back rooms, where most of the gang members tended to hang out while not on a job or playing at the club.

“And, Specht,” Kaz called after him, “make sure to get a spider on their tail!”

Specht raised a hand in acknowledgment, slipping through a door. Y/N sighed, resting their head briefly on Kaz’s shoulder. “Is this going to be too big of a problem?”

Kaz rubbed their back, fingers soothing the knots in their muscles as he held them close. “No, this shouldn’t be a problem. They’re just a low level gang trying to establish themselves by picking on people bigger than them. That’s all.”

They nodded and pulled away, mingling with a few of the gang members before they head out for the night. Kaz stood and watched them for a while before heading to his office. He always loved this side of them, the way they cared so much for his people. They fit in so well with the Dregs, more than he’d ever thought they would have when he’d first met them. Kaz had told the gang he’d never be their brother nor father, but Y/N filled that kind of role perfectly. They were the one who acted like a sibling to everyone, a parent to the youngers and mentor to those who needed it. They were perfect for the gang. They were perfect for Kaz.

Y/N looked back at him from their spot at the shoulder of one of the spiders and waved at him, a big grin splitting their face. Kaz couldn’t help the small smile that grew at their joy and the glint of a ring on their finger. He nodded back at them before turning on his heel and retreating to his office. He knew they would follow him later and spend the rest of the evening curled in their chair, reading a book he’d gotten them.

The next few weeks were quiet, almost too quiet. The Gold Rats weren’t stealing their information anymore, nor were they taking the lower jobs that Kaz threw to newer Dregs. Instead, they were barely seen on the streets. Kaz knew a storm was coming, he could see the signs of it. They were going to escalate, but he didn’t know how.

He was in the Slat office when it happened. Roeder burst in, knuckles white with how he was gripping the door knob. Kaz looked up from his work and knew something was wrong. “Speak.”

“The Gold Rats took Y/N.”

Kaz growled low in his throat, a sound that was more animalistic than human and had Roeder’s eyes widening. “They want my attention so badly? They’ve got it.” They just best hope they know what to do with it now. He stood, cane thumping against the floor. “Fetch the rest of my crows then fill us in on what happened. Leave even the smallest detail out, and you won’t have a job here for much longer.”

Roeder nodded, face drained of color, and scampered out the doorway. Kaz knew he would be running up the stairs, as quiet as a mouse. He’d been trained well and did good work. Kaz turned, pulling plans and information from his shelves.

He knew this kind of thing might happen eventually, had known it was a risk since the time he’d asked Y/N to go steady with him, and had planned accordingly for it. Now, he pulled out the plans he’d hoped to never use as he felt his heartbeat hammering in his chest.

If he admitted it to himself, he was scared. Scared for his spouse, how he would find them, what state they would be in when he did. He was also angry. There was a fire in his heart that would burn half the city down if that’s what it took to bring them back to his side.

Not five minutes later, the crows were assembled in his office and Roeder was briefing them on what he’d seen. “It’s a warehouse by the docks. Number 15.”

Kaz nodded and pulled the floor plans for that warehouse from his shelf, spreading it on the now cleared desk. “Map it out as you talk.”

“I was doing my usual patrol of the upper class, following a particular mark.” He looked at Kaz. “I’ll get you the report for that mark another time, I figured this was more important.” Kaz nodded. “As the mark was using the docks as a shortcut, I heard a scream. The voice was familiar so I went to investigate and found the Luna being hauled away by a few bruisers bearing the tail around a coin on their arms.”

“And why didn’t you try to stop them?” Kaz asked, his voice dangerously deep.

Roeder held his stare, even as his hand trembled on the map. “Will all due respect, Boss, it was five of them and only one of me. I was afraid they might hurt the Luna if I tried to intervene so I followed and observed as I was trained to.”

Kaz nodded and gestured for him to continue.

“I’d been able to see inside a few weeks ago, along with another spider getting inside at a different spot a month or so before that, when they were just a minor nuisance.” Roeder started drawing on the map, putting in walls and passages and marking where guards might be. “As far as I can guess, they’ll be held here while the head of the gang is here,” he pointed to a few spots on the map, putting specific markings there. “Guard rotations-”

“Are inconsequential.” Kaz interrupted.

“And why would that be?” Jesper asked.

“We’re not using stealth for this job. I want these Rats wiped out like the vermin they are.”

Roeder nodded. “O-okay, then. Um, in that case, should I still mark where the guards are?”

Kaz surveyed the map. “Yes.” He kept scanning the papers as they created their plans. Where guards were most likely to be, where the leader’s office was, where Y/N was most likely to be held, everything was recorded and placed on the map as they went along.

Finally, Kaz pushed away from the table and everyone’s eyes snapped to him. “We can’t waste any time. I’ll give you all twenty minutes to prepare before I attack. If you are ready by then, you accompany me, if you aren’t, you’re getting left behind.”

He didn’t bother waiting for their responses, heading to the cabinet at the back of the office that housed his weapons. Three knives were stashed in his coat already, not including that little oyster knife that he barely ever counted as a true weapon. Adding his cane to the mix, he already had a formidable arsenal on hand for one person to hold but this was a different situation. Those weapons would be overkill for protecting himself in the case of a scuffle but nothing in view of the full scale assault they were planning.

“Boss?” Roeder was still standing by the table, plans spread out and weighted by random knick knacks found on the desk.

“Yes, Roeder, speak quickly.”

“Should I gather the rest of the gang for this, or is it just you and the Crows?”

“Get everyone. If they have previous orders, these supersede them.” Kaz’s eyes stayed cold as he looked at the plans, fire burning just behind his sight. All he could think of was his spouse and what they were possibly going through in that moment. Flashes of Inej went through his head, the way she’d rubbed her leg when she’d been rescued, the screaming she would wake to every once in a while, the tales she told of a mallet and the pure fear that ran through her. Kaz couldn’t prevent those things from happening to her, but maybe he could prevent similar ones from happening to Y/N.

Roeder nodded, scrambling out the door and into the main hall, shouting as he went. Roeder’s orders were echoed up the Slat as they were passed from Dregs to Dregs.

Kaz turned back to his weapons, adding a few guns to his belt and coat. “I know you’re scared, my love,” he muttered as he put on a coat with more space for weapons, “and I’m on my way, I promise.”

With the ghost of memories still lingering over his shoulder, he slipped a set of brass knuckles on the hand not holding the cane. He thought of grabbing bulkier weapons but ultimately left those to the rest of his gang. He wanted his hands free to be able to carry his spouse out of there if needed. No longer would he let others help those he loved when he could.

His aversion to touch had long been rid of, a slow and painful process that had taken years. Inej had started the process, gotten the ball rolling, but meeting Y/N had been the catalyst to truly getting him going. They were the one he wanted to heal for, someone bright and good who loved him no matter what stage he was at in the healing but knowing they couldn’t do anything to help him. Small milestones were precious moments he touched on as he headed out the door and down the street, murder in his footsteps.

Memories of the first time he ran his bare fingers through their hair, the first time he cupped their cheek with his gloved hand. The first time he was ever able to simply hold their hand, skin meeting skin, was stark in his mind as he stepped onto the docks. As they neared the warehouse, he put away the good memories to not coat them in the blood that was about to come. He didn’t want those tainted by this night.

The full force of the Dregs at his back, Kaz didn’t bother to survey the area before heading in. Instead, he all but kicked the door open and walked into the warehouse. Kaz was king of the Barrel and it was high time he showed people how he earned that title.

Someone stepped up to him, a thick chain swinging between his palms. “What are you lot doing here?” Even their accent said they weren’t from Ketterdam, speaking as if they came from the countryside rather than the Barrel.

“I don’t take kindly to my loved ones being threatened, let alone kidnapped.” Kaz threw a punch, fist connecting solidly with the man’s temple. He watched the unconscious man crumple to the ground. “Spread out, Dregs. I want them found, alive.” Dirtyhands was here to see the job done.

With the plans in his mind, Kaz swept through the halls of the warehouse, striking down anyone who stood in his way. When he reached the room they’d assumed was housing Y/N, Kaz took the time to calm his steps and breathing as he approached and threw the door open.

The room was empty.

Kaz felt his rage boil higher. At that moment, a pair of Gold Rats rounded the corner. Kaz stepped into the shadows of the doorway, waiting for them to approach. When they were within arms reach, Kaz swung his cane up, caving in a cheek and through tone to reduce the thug to a howling mound of flesh and bone fragments. Before the second man could react, Kaz took him by the lapels and shoved him against the opposite wall, holding his feet off the ground.

Kaz’s voice dropped low as he leaned close to his victim, the gravel in his throat darkening his words further and filling them with menace. “I am already using the fullest extent of my patience to leave you alive instead of cleaving in your skull like your buddy there,” he nodded to the still screaming man on the floor. “Don’t test me on what condition your small life will be left in. I’m going to ask this only once before I start removing body parts and see if that gets you to listen better. Where is my spouse?”

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It was dark. Y/N’s whole body hurt, hands twisted behind them, legs tied to the chair. When they blinked, their lashes brushed against a dark fabric covering their eyes. They were blindfolded. That was one of the few things that genuinely terrified them anymore. Gangsters, they could handle. Pain, blood, screaming, threats, those were all parts of being in a gang and being the spouse of Kaz Brekker.

Blindfolding. That was something they still hadn’t found a way to deal with. Not being able to see in a room that every other occupant could see in struck a primal cord in them. Never able to see when someone entered, when the next strike would be made or where it would land. If they were given food unless it was fed to them, no ability to refuse. They felt small, helpless. Spirit bending but not yet broken.

Panic rose in their throat, coming out in small whimpers they did their best to swallow. Weakness would get one killed in the Barrel, even more so now that they were captured by someone else. They kept their fear to themself, trying to think about Kaz and how he was on his way to them in that moment. Even as fear mounted with every moment they sat in that cold and dank room, the fabric covering their eyes making the world seem so small and confining, they tried to project an image of calmness and stoicism in case someone else was there with them.

When the door banged open, Y/N couldn’t help it. They let out a shrill shriek and jumped, rattling and almost tipping the chair they were tied to.

A click on the floor and swift footsteps preceded Kaz’s voice as they brought him closer to them. “It’s alright, love. I’m here. You’re going to be okay.” He pulled the blindfold from their eyes and cupped their face in his hands, his eyes scanning them for injuries.

Seeing Kaz, bruised and blood splattered, reminded Y/N of just how dangerous he could be. Underneath the slender fingers and pale skin laid a strength few could ever hope to match, let alone predict. For them, however, that strength was not one to fear. It was something that meant protection. Home. They couldn’t wait to be home, in their shared room, lying in their husband’s arms and leaving the world to its devices as they enjoyed a moment of calm with just each other.

Tears streaked down their face, leaving trails through the dirt and blood on their face and Kaz’s gloves, when they finally registered that Kaz was here to do just that. Bring them home.

Kaz shushed them gently and placed a kiss on their forehead. “It’s okay, darling, I’m here, you’re alright. Let’s get you out of these ropes.” He dealt with the one holding their hands first, massaging their wrists and arms before moving to their legs. “How badly are you hurt?”

His eyes were hard as ice yet there was anger burning just below the surface. He was hiding just how upset he truly was from them even as his hands were gentle and tender with them. When they were released from their bindings, Kaz inspected them for injuries.

“Honey, I’ll be fine. I’m a bit banged up but I’m going to live.” Y/N tried to convince him, taking his face into their hands. All they needed to know was that he was okay, that he was unharmed. There was blood on him, but none of it looked to be his.

He nodded, eyes softening ever so slightly, and leaned forward to kiss their forehead again. When Y/N moved to stand, Kaz pushed on their shoulder to keep them down. He handed them his cane and, before they had time to question him or voice their confusion, picked them up in one motion.

Y/N shrieked, hands going to Kaz’s shoulders, only to feel his strength holding them beneath their knees and across their back. They were safe in his arms. So safe that he let them hold his most prized weapon so he could hold them. Y/N gradually relaxed as Kaz started the way out.

“Darling, if you wouldn’t mind, please close your eyes or put your head on my shoulder.” Kaz spoke quietly into their ear with a soft tone of voice reserved purely for them.

Y/N nodded and placed their head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his calming scent and listening to his uneven footsteps echo in the warehouse. One hand went to carefully clutch his shirt, fingers barely slipping around the fabric. Their other hand played with the cane in their lap as Kaz brought them out of the building and into the moonlight.

“You can look now.” They could feel his chest move with his breathing, vibrating with his voice in their ear.

They lifted their head to see their gang gathered around. Y/N smiled, feeling the tears at the corners of their eyes again. Exhausted, they rested their head on Kaz’s shoulder, still looking at their family. “Thank you,” their voice came out in a whisper.

Kaz placed a lingering kiss on their forehead. “Of course, love. There’s no question if we’d come for you or not.” He shifted them in his arms, pulling them into a more secure hold. “Now, let’s get you home.”

“Home.” Y/N repeated. “That sounds lovely."

Taglist (Check out my masterlist before sending an ask to be added!): @lou-hadrian-gardna26, @brekkers-desigirl , @nyx2021 (I really hope those tagged, tumblr is being wonky right now)

#canon typical violence #angst #established relationship #they're married your honor #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #tw violence #ace writes #enjoy!

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faebriel · 8 months

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howl’s moving castle but rainduo (platonic ofc)

CRACKS MY KNUCKLES. hmc is such a Classic nonnie so i had to do a bit of thinking to get it right (well.... to get it right in my head. but i feel everyone here is familiar enough with my particular kind of rainduoisms by now) but i think the outcome is a fun one :] i'm just gonna put my thoughts into bullet points

now originally i wasn't sure who should be who (oh my little bottle blonde anarchist......) but i did decide to put wil in a howl ish role and niki in a sophie ish role on the basis of how hard howl weaves narratives around himself and how hard sophie does not GAF. that element of them stood out so much that i was like okay cool that's how we'll do it

so niki is doing something semi unfortunate with her life. NOT baking that's for sure. holding onto an empty shop for a long-gone (not that she admits that bit to herself) old friend, and she's quite lonely. and then after crossing paths briefly with the local dipshit wizard she gets cursed by a snooty ass witch of the waste (idk who this would be.... open to suggestions i suppose)

and wilbur is the least competent wizard ever :] why bother to stay in wizard school when you could mix your own potions and refuse any and all help out of pride and trade your heart away to a fire demon for some companionship?

(i'm taking this as another opportunity to spruik albatross wilbur btw i know the wings aren't as striking as sleek crow-black but - )

the fire demon in question is fundy, who sort of came into existence as a being with a personality and such after falling from the sky and receiving wilbur's heart. wilbur smothers him too much. there's not many other people he keeps around to smother. fundy wants out honestly

(oh and it's not super relevant but i think tommy is markl hehe)

so niki marches off to track down the wizard who she overheard the witch mentioned and... starts baking in his kitchen. okay a rainduo thing is being almost too familiar with each other let's be honest. but yes i think they latch onto each other quite quickly. niki is at first just looking to have her curse cured but being old and hanging out in the house with people who actually seem to give a shit about her is freeing in a way, no more getting tangled up in the politics of her small town as it lunges towards involvement in the war, etc. wilbur thinks she's fascinating.

as for the broader "what's happening in the world" perspective i was thinking it was something along the lines of the antarctic empire being at war with another power, drawing all of these small towns and microcountries along with it.... wilbur is supposed to go home to his family but he doesn't want to because he's afraid of facing the trail of small, easily destroyed countries left in his wake, he doesn't want to deal with phil's questions or the scrutiny that he expects from phil. instead, he tries to sabotage the war effort on his own from the frontline

so he keeps receiving letters from phil, but he can't bear to face him. solution? uh.... get niki to go lol. it's even on the grounds of a small country wilbur once ruled (niki had to squeeze this information out of him like a sponge, and she only heard an inkling of it thanks to fundy), now called manberg, which ceded to the empire in the war.............

surprise! it was actually schlatt trying to pull Some Bullshit as a revenge trick. he roasts the other witch and then almost sinks wilbur and niki into the Void but despite his tendency towards problem avoidance, wilbur steps in to defend niki and they just barely make it away. that being said, niki has learned a lot about her new friend through this adventure that he has not been willing to divulge himself, and it stings. why does he shut her out?

also notable: wilbur gives niki a ring inset with three diamonds to help her find her way home

the atmosphere in the castle is not fantastic after that, all their fun little memories bitter now. wilbur swings between talking freely about ripping the armies apart with his bare hands (claws? talons? that secret is out and he keeps evading all of niki's questions with nervous laughter and quips about monsters) and saying absolutely nothing at all. his suicidal tendencies are the elephant in the room that basically everyone else refuses to talk about, except his own too-grandiose and vague comments on the subject.

niki tries not to stew over feeling excluded. the lonelier she feels, the worse her curse gets.

wilbur takes her to a flower field, blooms rolling long into the horizon, and for a moment she thinks they might be fixing things. (she's so wrong)

through a series of mishaps (perhaps a visit from one of niki's friends..... i feel bad doing eret dirty like that though lmfao) henchmen start breaking into the house just as bombs fall upon the city. niki is put into overdrive to keep the castle from falling apart as the city burns around them. wilbur, who is already doing extremely too much flying around and causing problems in the midst of bombs dropping decides to go exacerbate the issue in an attempt to go out in a blaze of glory. unfortunately for him niki, fundy and tommy are all stubborn sons of bitches who will be extremely pissed if he fucking dies, so we pick up the castle and start moving

okay yeah i kind of think the rest of the story plays out not too differently from the movie? niki gets split up from her friends when the castle breaks down and attempts to kick a dent into a mountain when she realises she's alone again. unable to find wilbur himself, with the last bit of power from the diamonds he gave her she finds the doorway into his memories and sees the moment he and fundy met..... they were both very lonely. very sad. she shrieks out to both of them to look for her in the future

she stumbles out of the memory and finds a pile of feathers wilbur and woooo forehead kisses and wooooooo niki finds fundy again and puts wilbur's heart back even if it means they both might leave her again. BUT THEY DON'T even if they're not all in the castle 24/7 niki now has a few nice friends and is so submerged in that feeling that she doesn't even notice the curse breaking.

and the war ends!! and maybe they even talk about their hurts!! the hurts they carry and how they hurt each other!! and they keep on living!! and they all live best friendily ever after <3

#im sorry it took so long to get to your ask anon!! usually i like to wait until the hubbub around one au has died down before i answer more #to make sure each one gets its day in the sun yk #but apparently hunger games au is sticking around!#also i almost went on a Litany discussing like. fix its in relation to this kind of au for rainduo but its late so i refrained. but i think #its really sweet that you were thinking of this story and it made you think of rainduo nonnie hehe #anyway thank you very much for your ask!! <3 #asks #rainduo #aunonnies

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waitingforwinterwinds · 1 year

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A Clash of Kings - 68 JON VIII (pages 850-861)

After giving it a good effort to escape pursuit, Jon and Qhorin find them selves surrounded, and under Qhorin's orders, Jon changes teams.

When night fell, the Halfhand had told Ebben to take the squire's garron as well as his own, and ride east for Mormont with all haste, back the way they had come. The rest of them would draw off the pursuit. "Send Jon," Ebben had urged. "He can ride as fast as me." "Jon has a different part to play." "He's half a boy still." "No," said Qhorin, "he's a man of the Night's Watch."

sorry, hang on... was Qhorin planning for Jon to go 'under cover' the whole time? Like that wasn't just a last minute plan after they'd been captured, he was actively planning for it as soon as they started their retreat, or since he let Ygritte go?

"Is your sword sharp, Jon Snow?" asked Qhorin Halfhalnd across the flickering fire. "My sword is Valyrian steel. The old Bear gave it to me."

Valyrian steel = 🥛

"We may escape the, yet," the ranger said. "Or not." ... "If we are taken, you must yield." "Yield?" He blinked in disbelief. The wildlings did not make captives of the men they called the crows. They killed them, except for... "They only spare oathbreakers. Those who join them, like Mance Rayder." "And you." "No." He shook his head. "Never. I won't." "You will. I command it of you."

Yeah, Qhorin has definitely had this Plan B brewing for a while now. I would love to be in his head right now, just to know, is it because he thinks this is Jon's best/only chance at survival, or because he wants a spy on the inside because this whole thing is so much bigger than the normal crow vs wildling stuff?

Also: kinda mean to give him this order right after having Jon recite his oath with him.

... darn it Qhorin, you're hitting right in the sweet spot of the vibes, I can't tell if it's one or the other re:motivation. Like, Qhorin could even be giving Jon this 'mission' just so Jon will agree to the effort to save his life. Cause, like, at the same time, I get that Qhorin has been keeping Jon for this as they fled, but it's equal amounts, "Jon's the only one that could get undercover/pull of the faux defection" and "Jon's the only one Qhorin can save."

Beyond, the walls pinched in sharply, and the stream led them to the foot of a tall twisting waterfall. The air was full of mist, like the breath of some vast cold beast. The tumbling waters shone silver in the moonlight. Jon looked about int dismay. There is no way out. He and Qhorin might be able to climb the cliffs, but not with the horses. he did not think they would last long on foot. "Quickly now," the Halfhand commanded. The big man on the small horse rode over the ice-slick stones, right into the curtain of water, and vanished. When he did not reappear, Jon put his heels into his horse and went after. His garron did his best to shy away. the falling water slapped at them with frozen fists, and the shock of the cold seemed to stop Jon's breath. Then he was through; drenched and shivering but through.

WATERFALL CAVE!!!!!!

Ahem, I'm fine. It is a Rule: if there is a waterfall in your narrative, there must be a cave behind it. I do not make the rules, but that ^ is one of my favourites.

... OMG this freaking bird! quick, someone, make a pun about twitter and followers, I'm sure this eagle has one in it somewhere.

On either wing, archers notched shafts to the strings of small wood-and-horn bows, but did not loose.

I notice he didn't say they drew either. Nice.

It will remain, to my dying day, a pet peeve when archers in movies draw and hold the full draw for several minutes at a time. Look, I'll let Elves get away with it, because mystical BS reasons, but humans? No, gtfo, you're breaking my suspension of disbelief. What am I upset about? I think I've mentioned before, even Olympic level archers can't hold a full draw on a bow for very long, I've seen one person claim they can hold a full draw for a minute or two, and on a composite bow with the pulley system holding the draw weight, yeah, maybe? But a non-composite bow? Bullshit you can go longer than 20 seconds if you aren't fully trained for it. And they are never composite bows in the movies (Except Hawkeye in the Avengers, i think?) it's always long and/or recurve! Also yes, draw weight can and will affect how long you can hold the full draw, but again: long and/or recurve bows, typically things that are supposed to be in the war bow range which have some of the heaviest draws! for several minutes a scene! If the prop bows didn't have the draw weight of a licorice strap, the extras would be so screwed.

Ahem, sorry, I think I'm done being oddly passionate about things now... yep, I'm good, let's move on.

Oh! Oh! It's happening!

Oh my gosh, Jon just suppressing his feels and doing his best. His acting right now... You're doing great sweetie. Qhorin's doing a damn good job of selling this too, he is not making it easy.

The ranger was leaning away, and for an instant it seemed that Jon's slash had not touched him. Then a string of red tears appeared across the big man's throat, bright as a ruby necklace, and the blood gushed out of him, and Qhorin Halfhand fell. (...) The light was already fading from Qhorin's eyes. "... sharp," he said, lifting his maimed fingers. Then his hand fell, and he was gone. He knew, he thought numbly. He knew what they would ask of me.

Yeah, and that's why he asked twice if the sword was sharp. A moment of silence for Qhorin Halfhand, he was a pretty alright fella.

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Ruby = 🥛 I'm adding it because the word keeps popping up this book. (now watch it not show up again for the next few.)

I do not care for this Rattleshirt fella. He's kinda whiny, very quick to disavow Jon and Jon's win... or try to steal the credit.

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #jon snow #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

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What It Was Like To Almost Die At 20

As the title states, there will be mentions of death and talk of heart-related problems (medical trauma warning). There will also be mentions of abuse, narcissism, and a bad reaction to recreational drugs. You have been warned.

That aside, this post will be more centered on my emotional experiences, rather than my spiritual ones. For those interested, I will make a post about the more spiritual side of this when I feel more emotionally ready to tackle the topic. I'm adding a cut for those who don't wish to see this post. No shame if you don't want to or can't read this. This is mostly my way of processing the events of last Saturday (January 21st).

This was very hard for me to write. I don't expect it to be easy to read.

I've had a really hard week. It began, however, on an optimistic note.

I was visiting friends (whom, of which, I no longer consider friends), spending time with someone who I thought was a good influence on my life, despite the red flags and warnings. Despite who her partner was.

See, this friend, whom I had only met in November of 2022 or so, is in a poly relationship with a narcissistic man who wanted to be intimate with me (for context, everyone in this story, besides myself, is 24; the age difference made it very uncomfortable for me). She lives with two other polycule members, and although she admitted knowing he was an abusive narcissist who would likely never attend therapy, she proceeded to firmly believe she could change him.

Since abuse is a complex topic, let me clarify that I don't blame her for this. I think she was, and very much still is, under this man's influence. I do, however, blame her for her actions on Saturday night.

This friend - we'll call her Crow - knew that I was uncomfortable in her lover's - we'll call him Bear - presence. I had told her that I planned on keeping him blocked, as I had blocked him after finding out all the shit he had done to Crow and the other polycule members. I told her that it was ok if I was around him, but my views would change as the night went on.

The night started with Crow and I meeting at her house, as we had planned for a full week before. She also let a person I didn't know join us, although I was not ok with this. The new person will be called Dog.

Crow, Dog, and I hung out in a room where she worshipped her deities. I had agreed to give Crow a tarot reading from Loki, and suffice it to say, Loki wasn't very happy with some things Crow was doing. It was at this point that Crow revealed to me the actual extent of Bear's abuse. Being an abuse victim myself, her story bothered me deeply, and I was no longer comfortable in Bear's presence, which I asserted. To further my anxiety, Crow stated Bear didn't like the fact that I was not physically attracted to him, despite his advances on me (I will not go further into this). What made it all worse is that Bear would soon be home, and I had no way to leave Crow's house without getting a ride from her, but one of the other polycule members was using the car. So I was stuck there, in a very uncomfortable situation, as someone with severe PTSD and a very bad experience with Bear first-hand already.

Dog then began arguing with me about witchcraft, which came pretty much out of nowhere, stating that I was a bad person for wanting to seek justice against my past abusers through baneful means. They lectured me about letting go of the trauma and "just moving on", speaking as if they had some sort of authority on the subject. I dismissed them and went back to giving Crow her reading.

Sometime later, Bear finally came home. I assumed Crow, Dog, and I would stay where we were or that Crow would go greet Bear and then return, but apparently, I assumed wrong. Crow and Dog told me I had to go out there and see Bear, talk to him. I had a panic attack, and even still, they pushed me out of the room and into the next room with Bear. Bear kept staring at me as Crow and Dog spoke, and at some point, Crow left the room entirely, leaving me with basically a stranger I met that day and a shitty abuser who made me extremely uncomfortable.

This part is a bit of a blur, but after a while, Crow comes back, and we all head upstairs, Bear following directly behind me. We went into the living room and chatted, but Crow and the others quickly moved outside and I was left alone with Bear and Dog. I cannot express how on-alert and terrified I felt at that moment, but I had to pretend like everything was ok because I was essentially told that I was making a big deal out of nothing.

Some time passes, and I start to notice a strong spiritual feeling that Bear was attacking me and one of my deities (presumedly Ares) had stepped in to block the attack. Now, it's important that I stress that I'm a very spiritual person who has had MANY experiences in my life that I would deem spiritual, but never in my life had I ever felt a sensation that strongly. I can feel the deity holding a shield in front of me between Bear and myself. It was utterly terrifying. And I could do nothing about it.

Dog then began misgendering me consistently, even after I corrected them, and I began feeling dysphoric on top of being wildly anxious and triggered. The night just kept getting worse, it seemed.

Then the fateful decision that led to my almost-death was finally put on the table.

A single 10 milligram edible marijuana gummy.

I thought, "Fuck it, I'm wildly uncomfortable anyway. Maybe eating this will calm me down." And I was wrong. I was dead wrong.

I ate the gummy and felt nothing for a while, much to my dismay. In fact, I noticed I felt a little more anxious than before. But I shrugged this off. It was my first time getting properly high, so I thought that maybe it was just my nerves. I just needed to calm down.

Thirty minutes pass and the room begins to spin. I sit down and feel my heart beating quicker and quicker in my chest, its thump pulsing through my veins so strongly that I could feel it all over my body. At first, I thought this was normal. I was starting to get high, so my judgment was impaired. I couldn't tell how serious this was getting.

Bear sits next to me, and my breath catches in my throat. Even with impaired judgment, I was unable to relax around him. I still felt afraid, even more so than before, actually. My pulse quickened even more, but something felt wrong about it.

"I think my heart's beating too fast," I stated, barely about to get the words out with how quickly I was breathing.

"Are you ok?' I look up and Rabbit, the only person I still talk to, was looking at me. Everyone was looking at me, but their faces looked like they were melting.

"My heart- can someone check my pulse?" I was beginning to get really scared now as the room spun faster and faster. Part of my hands were going numb - the pinkie and ring fingers, specifically.

Rabbit ran over to me and checked my heart. He only checked for thirty seconds before standing up and saying, "We're going to the hospital."

A normal heart rate is between 60-100 beats per minute. Within thirty seconds, my heart beat 90 times.

I tried to stay calm and asked what he got, but Rabbit refused to tell me. He just helped me put on a pair of crocs I didn't own and a jacket then rushed me outside with his friend in tow.

We got into the car, and Rabbit immediately started driving before he even knew where he was headed. I tried to give directions, but my lack of sobriety was doing us no favors.

I started crying - something that is significant for me because I hardly cry in front of others. I could no longer feel my hands and my feet were beginning to go numb. I began praying to Apollo.

"Apollo," I whispered, "I'm dying. Please help me."

We pulled into a gas station, Rabbit somewhat panicking now because we couldn't find the nearest hospital. He called the ambulance instead, holding my hand as he did so. I felt this sudden intuitive feeling that I would be ok, that no matter what happened, I would survive this, but at that moment, I can't say I was paying much attention to that feeling.

I thought about my dogs and cats, as silly as it sounds, and thought about Apollo. Those things comforted me as we sat there, waiting for an ambulance to arrive. By this point, my legs were entirely numb, and so were my arms. My face was starting to go numb, too, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I stopped crying, not because of pride or some petty thing but because I couldn't even feel my eyelids.

The severity of it all began sinking in.

I was probably going to die.

And there was nothing I could do about it but wait.

I didn't even hear the ambulance arrive, I just noticed Rabbit and his friend getting out of the car quickly. A medic opened my door. His name was C. Crow. A little on the nose, Apollo, but much appreciated.

Two medics, C. Crow included, helped me into the ambulance. I couldn't even feel my feet hitting the ground at this point, and even the medics were surprised I was still conscious. They put me onto the stretcher, and I thought was started moving immediately - it felt as much as such - but we were stationary for the next thirty minutes or so as the medics hastily hooked me up to IVs and attempted to get as much info as they could from me before I would certainly pass out.

I could no longer feel anything; I was completely numb. My heart was racing, and even though I thought I was breathing normally (12-20 breaths per minute), I was absolutely not (60 breaths per minute).

I heard one of the medics say my heart had gone past 200 beats per minute.

My neck hurt. It was so tense that even though everything was numb, I could feel how tense my neck was.

"This is it," I thought, "Surely, this is it."

I thought of my dogs and cats and how I'd never see their faces again. My truest companions in the entire world, and I'd never get to say goodbye.

I thought of the few people who were close to me. Just images of their faces or our text conversations passing through my mind.

I thought of all that I had been through - all the abuse, assault, and torture... Was it all for nothing? Was I really going to die before my life could get better? Before I moved out of the house of abusers I live in? Before I could finally move to Spain or Greece? Before I had even gone to college? It was all going to be over, and there was nothing I could do about it.

A medic sat beside me and started talking directly to me. "Keep breathing," He instructed, "You're breathing very fast, so can we take some deep breaths together?"

"Yeah," I said, and I followed his instructions to breathe slower. He took in deep breaths with me, but I couldn't breathe slower. I just kept gasping for air whenever I tried to take a deep breath in.

He stopped talking to me. I think we both know what we were expecting to happen next. It was a silent, mutual agreement. There was no way I'd stay conscious.

But I didn't give up.

"Can we talk about dogs?" I asked the medic, my eyes filled with tears.

"Sure, we can talk about dogs," He said with a small smile. I think he was holding my hand, but I couldn't tell.

"I have three dogs and two cats," I said, my voice shaking, "I love them very much."

"See, I can talk about dogs, but I don't know anything about cats." He replied, "I'm allergic."

The ambulance started moving for the first time. I thought we had been moving the entire time, but we only just started to get on the road.

The medic went silent. No one said anything else to me as we drove. We all held our breaths, unsure of what exactly was going to happen next.

I recall this feeling in the air - something I didn't mention to you before. From the moment the medics got to me, to the moment we arrived at the hospital, I could feel Apollo's presence. But it wasn't anything like how I'd experienced it before; it was as if he was in the air around the medics, working around and through them. He was there with me, and even though he didn't feel particularly focused on me, it felt like he was still there, holding my hand.

It's impossible to describe - the ambulance ride with these medics and Apollo. It's impossible to describe the feeling I felt in its entirety. It gave me a new perspective on gods that I had never experienced before. I wish I could convey it to you better.

After the ambulance ride, everything was kind of a blur. It took six hours, but they got me to stable levels without me losing consciousness at all. I was even able to return home at some unholy hour of the night.

We still don't know what actually caused the reaction, and for the past week, I've had horrible panic attacks every single night of the events that occurred. I see images of Bear's face flash through my mind as I have them.

I may not know what entirely happened, but I've never been so goddamn happy to see my dog's face.

#near death experience #may be triggering

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Feathers And Claws

Chapter 2

Once everyone is done we migrated to the living room after throwing away the paper plates and put the cups in the sink to wash later. I sit down on the couch and watch as the hybrids climb up onto it and the arm chair, some had to have help from the others.

"I'm (Y/N) and how did you all get into my apartment?" I questioned once everyone settled into their seats.

"We were discussing that issue before you appear and concluded that we don't know why or how we appeared in your home." The gray hair with black ends spoke, I just nod as I don't know how to feel anymore about this situation and a red haired hybrid with large brown wings speaks.

"I have a feeling we'll be stuck here for a while and how long is the while? I don't know." Once that was said another hybrid with gray hair and has what looks like cat features, he's also taller then everyone else.

"But where are we exactly?" I answer the question with one word causing all to be confused.

"America." Their eyes widen in surprise with thoughts of how they got across the world without their knowledge before someone noticed something odd.

"Wait wait wait wait!" Someone calls out causing everyone to quit down before asking a important question.

"If we're in America then why don't you have ears, tail, or wings?" The tangerine asked before the boy with black and white hair sticking up shouts out.

"YEAH! AND WHY ARE WE SO SMALL?" The boy sitting next to him pulls him down when he jumps up from his seat and tells him to use his inside voice, I shrub my shoulders at his question.

"I guess here is way bigger then your place and we don't have animal features like you." I response to two questions they throw at me.

"So we're far away from home?" The tangerine whispered to his friend and gets a nod as a response, I give a sigh when a thought of them never going home is possible.

"You guys got lucky with me and my soft heart because I'm letting you stay here as I do have the money to provide for you from my high paying at home job." They slightly peak up from that and give me thanks.

"You got names? And what..... animal are you?" They all nod and began to introduce themselves.

"Shinsuke Kita and I'm a fox." The one that poured cold water on me earlier speaks.

"Kiyoomi Sakusa, weasel." Black curls sits on his head with two moles above his right eyebrow, they continue on until there's no one left. Lev Haiba is the cat, Kentarō Kyōtani the Bull terrier, Takanobu Aone the polar bear, Hinata Shoyo and Tobio Kageyama are the crows, Kōtarō Bokuto and Keiji Akaashi are the owls, finally Satori Tendō and Wakatoshi Ushijima are the brown eagles.

"Shopping list time." I mumbled to myself as I retake my seat after getting writing material from my room and begin putting down what everyone needs, once the list is done I place it on the fridge with a magnet.

"As you know that this world isn't that different but not all that similar, so I'm going to place some rules for our safety and I know rules aren't fun but if you want to live in peace you must follow them.

1. ) No one can NOT see your animal features unless I trust them with MY life.

2. ) No one can leave the house without me or someone I trust, you don't want to be kidnapped.

3. ) When we are out in public, you must keep your animal features hidden at all times and because of your size people will think you are children so act like it when someone's attention is on you.

4. ) In public you must stay with me unless I give permission for you to stay with someone else.

5. ) No fighting: when in a argument and can't find middle ground you'll come to me to settle it and when I can't we all will have a meeting to settle it.

6. ) When someone breaks one of these rules we'll all have a meeting to decide punishment after said person explained." I told with a feeling of hate for having to do this after sitting back down on the couch and with hope that they all understand why I'm putting down these rules, I glance at the wall clock to see it's getting late in the evening and knowing that they may want to discuss their situation alone.

"Well, it getting late so I'll show you all to your room." I wait for them to get their feet on the floor before opening the door across from mine to show a guest bedroom but now it's theirs, I let them explore the room while I get blankets and pillows.

"I'll let you figure out sleeping arrangements, also I have a few pairs of children clothes from when my nephew stayed here so one or two people can come with me tomorrow and you need to figure out whose going to be in charge while we're gone. So...night." I said while placing everything on the bed before quickly leaving but I leave the door open along with the bathroom door when I put the step stool in there early. Keeping my bedroom door cracked I fall into bed and under my covers to hid from the world for the night.

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#fanfic #male y/n #male reader #anime #haikyuu chibi hybrid #haikyuu au #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!

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The Drinky Crow Show #8: “Elephant Man” | January 5, 2009 - 12:15AM | S01E07

This is one of the few episodes of Drinky Crow that I remember watching on television. I liked this one fine, but I didn’t really have a dramatically different take on it this time around. You know, the kind of dramatically different take that might, MIGHT, make a crapped-out write-up on a bad blog really sparkle.

Drinky calls the suicide hotline and makes a friend in the Elpehant Man, who works the Suicide Hotline. Drinky seduces Elephant Man to his suicidal worldview, and the two start hanging out without Gabby doing “suicide stuff”. Gabby steals the Elephant Man away out of jealousy and uses him to get pussy. Elephant Man now has a boost in confidence, which makes him decide to get “the surgery”. I mean, plastic surgery, to make him look pretty.

Turns out Drinky, without Gabby, has turned his life around to such a degree that he’s the surgeon. Gabby begs him to throw the surgery, which is being viewed by an audience. After a difficulty arrises, Gabby encourages Drinky to fall off the wagon, and tosses him a bottle of hooch as if it’s Popeye’s spinach. Gabby acts as his nurse even, while triumphant music plays. The pair walk away, pleased with the miracle they just worked. The episode ends with the grim reveal that they just mangled his body into pieces and that the Elephant Man is now dead.

Despite having seen this before, it does move in a surprising way. This show performs absurdist plots pretty well, and it’s well documented that that’s the “sort of stuff I like”. I think I laughed once out loud, which is pretty good all things considered. Okay, jokes I liked:

Both Gabby and Elephant Man’s utterances of “I thought you said this guy was fun” (when Elephant Man tells Gabby he doesn’t drink and when Gabby tells Elephant Man he’s not suicidal, respectively).

Drinky at an opium den but at the end of his hookah is just a bottle of liquor.

The reveal that Drinky is a surgeon is funny, but it’s explained by the fact that he’s been away from Gabby’s no-good influence. I preferred the initial impact of the joke, where I thought Drinky was just casually revealing that he’s been a surgeon this whole time.

There is a small part of the episode where it's revealed that Elephant Man has a hot mom who it's implied she's in an inappropriate sexual relationship with. I left this out of my write-up, because the only thing I thought during this reveal was "lucky!" and I would rather not unpack that.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Frisky Dingo - Season Two DVD (January 6, 2009)

Frisky Dingo Season Two came out, which is nice, because it’s better than season one. This release was fairly bare, except for the inclusion of a promo for the DVD release itself and an EXCLUSIVE SHORT (which you can find on youtube) that bridges the gap between Frisky Dingo and the then-thought-to-be-upcoming Xtacles series. What actually happened is the two episodes of Xtacles aired as a special, and then later this came out.

The DVD was likely produced to come out before The Xtacles, back when the plan was to actually make a full season. It seems like a shameful missed opportunity that the two Xtacles shorts couldn’t have found a home on this volume. I just want some decent-looking copies of them online.

MAIL BAG:

Been sick. Managed to build up a queue to keep Space Ghost Week going through the holidays. Didn’t foresee myself getting sick immediately after Thanksgiving was over. Don’t know how it happened. Nobody else I spent time with got sick. I even threw up a whole bunch one night. That sucks! You’re not supposed to puke! You’re not supposed to be sick at all. Not covid. Got to take two days off work. Luckily I'm all better, and get to go to work now, a place where I physically can't watch movies all day. What fun!

i can think of one joke you cribbed from kids in the hall, if i remember scott thompson is in a bear costume when he says it

Spiritually I’m more quoting the other guy in the sketch–HEY WAIT

ugh joey fatone. awful.

His voice is even bad. He just seems like a guy who doesn’t understand how sweaty he is, and he keeps trying to sit next to you and he even puts his head in your lap at one point. Joey Fatone... HANG UP THE STUFF.

#adultswim2021 #adult swim #the drinky crow show

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Thinks being a fucking disease to other people's aethetics and design is going to destroy or dispell magic? Or just your individual person's superstition?

How does it work on your religion when I think your presentation is a threat to my interests?

There's this place you get taken to if you are ever taken into custody for being crazy under 5150.

They can keep you indefinitely. Legally. A LIFE SENTENCE. Until you pass all your psychiatric tests and evaluations after being declared ward of the state. Family has no claim to you anymore. The state is your parents now, and rules you according to United States Law, not religion or occultism.

If you refuse to stop hanging onto your criminal behavior, and dishonesty,

And you still demonstrate patterns of ritualistic behavior and/or your behavior changes according to things like extension numbers, or name, or color associations over a loudspeaker on the psychiatric ward's phone network,...

you aren't ever getting out, and you'll die in there and they'll throw you in the psychiatric hospital's morgue. It is still legal to lobotomize people in there, where the mentally ill are abandoned and forgotten by their family, like a dirty secret.

It's not the fault of the person locked up there. They are all births that resulted from birth defects like mental retardation/down syndrome (my younger brother had this before he died in his infancy), drug use, and/or incest and inbreeding.

They were abandoned at the orphanage basically.

How do you think that makes them feel inside? And they are in a prison that they will never get out of, and none of it was their fault or guilt to bear.

Never able to know what it's like to even visit a mc Donald's even once in their lives, much less know acceptance, or what it's like to be loved by anyone, or experience an intimate relationship for any length of time.

They are human cattle. A lesser species corralled and confined and imprisoned until the day they die.

Get over your grim reaper/angel of death/skull fetish bullshit.

Because it is bullshit. Animals don't obey or understand it, the human logic is never explained to them, it's just more human bullshit that doesn't matter to the rest of the animal kingdom.

You want to romanticize death? You get in bed with it and see how you like it, and tell me how cool you think it is to include this bullshit when your loved ones start getting taken away from you.

You think he's your friend? Or that it makes you exempt?

Go fuck your rationalizations or philosophies about it then.

I'm telling you no. If you don't like that I deny this grim reaper angel of death bullshit, then you can leave. Learn how to be strong enough and smart enough to adapt and evolve when somebody tells you no or things don't go your way. Evil, power-seeking dick.

The crows survive anyway, big man, why can't you without your bullshit?

While we are watching for changes in the weather, do we also need to keep your behavior on a split-screen to watch you for any changes in your behavior, activity, or routine, or what reactionary chess board strategies, phone calls or texts you make....?

You don't respect peace when it is given to you, faggot.

Straighten up, cunt.

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Crow T Robot X Sensitive!PastelCore!Fem!Reader angst and comfort

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In all fairness, it's not your fault the Forresters liked to torment you. Though you don't know why. Maybe it's your sense of style? Mayhaps how sensitive your emotions are? Or perhaps they're just mean.

Either way though, Kinga/Clayton (Whoever you like better) said some rather harsh things while explaining which movie you and the gang were to be put through, which in turn lead to where you are now. Curled up in a ball and crying on one of the lower level of The Satellite Of Love.

You managed to calm down a bit after a while before you heard footsteps and the familiar voice of a certain yellow robot calling your name.

You looked down the hallway just as he stumbled into view, his arms bent in a weird raptor-like position. He looked your way and trotted his way next to you.

"Hey.. you alright, cakepop?" He asked with a small amount of worry lacing his tone. He put his clawed hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.

You look up at him with messed up makeup and puffy eyes, a light cringe creeps onto his visage. It's hard to tell, but it's there.

"Jeez, doll, I didn't know what they said hit you that hard."

"Did you expect anything less of me?"

he didn't know how to respond as you looked back down at the floor as more tears streamed from your eyes.

"Why do I have to be such a crybaby.."

He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his beak into your hair.

"Don't beat yourself up like that. They shouldn't be saying stuff like that to you in the first place. Besides you're not as much as a crybaby as you think you are."

"What makes you say that?"

"I've seen more people more sensitive and pathetic than you, babe. trust me. Besides, None of them were as kind and pretty as you."

A miniscule smile creeps onto your face as Crow holds onto your hands and helps you onto your feet. He brushes your hair out of your face before leading you down the hall towards the kitchen.

"I'm not too keen on this kind of stuff, but I heard that some water will help you calm dow-AAUGH!!"

Crow falls forward onto the floor as he trips over one of Gypsy's coils. you quickly help him back up and keep him standing while he gathers his bearings.

"Are you okay?"

"Yep.. I'm fine, Babe. C'mon lets go."

The two of you continue to the kitchen, Crow has you sit down as he grabs a glass of water for you. After a few minutes of chaotic banter and jokes from Crow he gets up and asks you a question.

"Hey, i need to go... do something really quick, will you be okay on your own or do i need to grab Gypsy real quick?"

"... what are you planning, Crow?"

"Oh nothing, I'm definitely not going to the upper level to throw some insults back at Kinga/Clayton, definitely not."

You couldn't tell if it was sarcasm, a joke, or a terrible lie, but it made you laugh all the same.

"There's no need, I'm sure karma will do its thing sooner or later."

"Alright fine, you do have a good point."

He lets out a light chuckle as he sits himself up on the table and crosses one leg over the other. He leans down and puts the tip of his beak against your forehead.

"Mwah. I can't actually kiss you so this is the next best thing i can think of. Mwah... Nevermind this feels ridiculous."

You snicker as he pulls away, you look into his unsettling eyes before surprising him with a kiss on the beak. Your tender moment with your chaotic robotic boyfriend was interrupted when the two of you were startled by a loud siren and flashing lights.

"TIME FOR THE MOVIE, DAMMIT!"

Before you could get up, Crow picks you up and rushes off towards the theater room. Time for your daily dose of jokes and psychological torture.

#mst3k #Mst3k x reader #crow t robot #Crow t robot x reader #Crow x reader #Youtube #Anomaly fics

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Hii can you do the brothers reacting to an MC that has a childhood stuff animal of the brothers animal counterparts that's also named after them?

And when asked why Mc named it. They say something inside them (cough Lilith cough) told them to name them.

I'm sorry if my English is bad x..x

"A piece of you" Obey me! The Demon Brothers Headcanons

☁ Thank you so much for this request :)) It was nice to stray from writing smut all the time for something fluffy haha I hope it didn't get too repetitive 🥺

Also, the brothers have two symbolic animals (on the wiki). One that they use on the banner and one in battle. I went with the first ones to keep it consistent, even when sometimes it was the harder one (for example, Asmo's symbols are a scorpion and a bunny, the second one would obviously be a better stuffed animal but rules are rules).

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Lucifer [peacock]

"Lucifer, can I have a question?" you ask, quietly walking into his office, while he's doing some paperwork for the student council. He raises his eyes to look at you, giving you his full attention. "Do you by any chance know where my stuffed animal is? It's a peacock with a little tag attached to it that says 'Lucifer'," you explain.

You had his attention, now you have his interest.

"A peacock? Named Lucifer? That's a crazy coincidence," he chuckles with a low and a bit sleepy voice.

"I got it for my birthday and felt like this name suited it so..." you try to rationalize your choice when all of a sudden you see a warm smile sneak onto the demon's face.

He's too prideful to admit it but this small detail made him very attached to you. He can't help but slightly grin whenever he images you hugging your stuffed peacock named after him to sleep.

Mammon [crow]

You were unpacking some boxes in your new room in The House of Lamentation after becoming, or being forced to become, an exchange student from the human world, when Mammon stumbled upon your very run-down stuffed animal - a crow.

"Hey, give Mammon back!" you command and immediately reach for it. The demon stands up, holding your toy in a raised hand, acting like a little kid.

"What did ya call it?" he asks.

"His name is Mammon," you answer calmly. "Now give it back!"

Even though he made fun of you for still having a stuffed animal, it busted his ego knowing that your favorite toy is named after your favorite demon and also a familiar of his. He bought you like ten of these later so you could have a whole flock.

Leviathan [snake]

"Come in!" you answer after hearing knocking at your door. You see Levi entering your room but what catches your eye is not the demon himself but the thing he's holding - a human-sized, stuffed snake.

"Is it yours? I found it in my room," he says and raises up the toy to show it to you.

"Yes, thanks," you get off the bed to grab it. "Mammon must've thought it's yours," you add.

"Why?"

"Well, I had learned that snake is your animal counterpart... and the label on it says 'Leviathan'," you explain a little abashed.

Levi blushes each time he is reminded that your favorite childhood toy bears his name. The thought of you wrapping your legs around its length and hugging it close to your chest every night makes his heart flutter.

Satan [unicorn]

"Thank you, Satan for helping me organize this mess."

"Sure, no problem, Y/N," he answers while opening one of the boxes that he pulled out of your closet in order to go through its contains and segregate it. "Do you want to keep it?" he asks, showing you a unicorn stuffed animal.

"Oh, I didn't know it was in there. It's a toy from my childhood. Funny enough his name is Satan," you explain. "I really don't know what got into a 4-year-old me, " you laugh nervously.

Satan's surprise washes off and his face brightens. When you ask what triggered that reaction, he explains that unicorn is his symbolic animal.

"I find it funny, a unicorn is not exactly what you would associate with me," he chuckles.

"I think it's cute."

He's not eager to admit it but he feels like this incident brought you closer together. The fact that you have a unicorn named like him is something he wants to keep your little secret.

Asmodeus [scorpion]

You walk into Asmo's room, disturbing his skincare routine but he's not mad about it. He loves having you around and perhaps you've gotten yourself into testing some beauty products for him.

"I have a favor to ask. Would you be able to fix my stuffed animal for me? Its leg is getting loose," you present your problem in a polite manner whilst showing him your toy.

"Oh, dear, of course," the demon answer rapidly, stopping everything he's been doing before to grab a needle and some thread. "A scorpion? That's an odd choice but so charming. Did you know that scorpions are associated with yours truly?" he starts babbling as soon as he begins to sew.

"I didn't know that. And what's even funnier is that his name's Asmodeus as well," you say.

Asmo finds it very cute that you hold onto a stuffed animal that's named after him so dearly and he likes to bring it up whenever he visits your room. He also persuades you into buying every item that's scorpion-themed.

Beelzebub [fly]

Beel's red fuzz of hair peeks from behind the door to your room that he opened just enough to fit it through the gap.

"Y/N, do you have anything to wash?" he asks.

"Oh, you have laundry duty today. Wait, I might want to give Beelzebub a bath," you say wriggling on your bed to grab the toy. "Just do it on low settings," you add, handing it over to the demon.

Beel leaves your room a little confused but he doesn't acknowledge the fact that you have a fly stuffed animal that's named "Beelzebub". It's later that he asks you about it. A characteristic, big smile paints on his a little blushed face.

He's unbelievably happy that he discovered this small fact about you and makes sure that you bring your stuffed animal every time you come to hang out in his room.

Belphegor [cow]

As soon as you noticed that your favorite plush cow went missing you knew exactly where to head to. Your intuition was one hundred percent right because when you opened the door to the attic in front of you there was Belphie, laying comfortably on a mountain of pillows and hugging your stuffed animal in a deep sleep.

You couldn't bring yourself to wake him up so you grabbed a book and sat next to him, also making sure to snap a picture of how cute he was sleeping with your toy.

"Look, you match so well," you say, melting from the cuteness and showing Belphie a picture you took last afternoon in the attic. "What a coincidence that my childhood stuffed animal is also your symbolic animal and is named the same!"

"Now you don't have to rely on it, we can sleep together whenever you want, Y/N," he says with a smug face.

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