#This took so fucking long but its finally done
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a/n: @astraystayyh i know you asked for some comforting fluff but your request really just screamed out cockwarming to me and i . i just . . had to . (warnings: cockwarming, gn!reader, slight d/s dynamic)
you cant help the slow circle your hips make against hyunjin’s, nor the breathless whine you let out into his neck. you can feel a bead of sweat trailing down your temple and you shiver against his body, freezing when you notice the lack of movement from his arm and the sound of his pencil gliding against paper gone.
“behave,” he murmurs, moving his free hand to your hip to keep you still. you let out an embarrassing noise, a smirk he can’t see painted on your lips when you feel his cock twitch inside of you.
“hyune,” you whine, feeling the edges of your patience wearing thinner and thinner with each passing minute. you had begged him for his dick to distract you from the awful day you had, but at this point all you can think of is how much you want to fuck him. he had sat you down on his lap, telling you warm him and that he would fuck you once he was done with his drawings. “you promised.”
“shh, angel,” he says, calmer than he had any right to when he was buried inside of you for who knows how long. “i know. just a few more minutes.”
“that’s what you said, um…” you trail off when he shifts his hips a little, bumping his cock into that spot inside you that dissolves words off of your tongue faster than anything else. its enough to keep you mindlessly drooling into his shirt for a few more moments before he finally takes pity on you, shifting you off of his lap and leaving you empty and dripping. he guides you to bed, shushing your babbling with his lips as he enters you properly, his drawings abandoned on his desk in favor of taking care of you.
“my patient angel, you were so good for me,” he praises into your mouth, fucking you slow and deep, just the way he knew you liked it. he was surrounding you completely, the fuzziness in your head only getting stronger as he took up every single one of your senses. all you could see, touch, hear, smell was him.
you had been riding along the edge of an orgasm for too long now, and he coaxes it out of you with a come for me like you were a small creature he was trying to gain the favor of. he holds you down as you shake under him, and you barely register him coming from how floaty you feel.
you come back to yourself several moments later to him curling around your back, pulling the blankets up over both of you. he presses a kiss to your sweaty hair and you mumble something unintelligible in response, wriggling back so you were tucked further into him.
“feeling better, angel?” he asks, and you hum at him. you don’t remember why you were feeling badly in the first place, you can only think of how good he felt inside of you and how much he loves you, the last thoughts you had before you drifted off to sleep.
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Doc is really, really, really tired of getting dragged into things.
That’s the problem with this server: he tries to do his own thing, but people cannot leave him alone. No matter what he does to deter them, whether that be harmless threat or psychological warfare, they always come back to dance on his metaphorical lawn. Or actual lawn. Or precious one-of-a-kind bush.
And at this point, he thought he had gotten used to all the shenanigans. He doesn’t want to be the grumpy old man amongst his friends and colleagues, so Doc tries to laugh it off, not take it so seriously. Occasionally, he’ll even join in on the jokes and put a little extra pizzazz into his mannerisms. Doc has his limits, of course, everyone does, but he’s been working on pushing those limits further for the past while.
So when Beef makes the joke about Big Salmon on day one, he joins in on it for the moment. It’s a good joke, really. It gets a hearty laugh out of him more than once. The joke is made, people laugh, Doc is included, he moves on and goes back to doing his own thing.
Honestly, he doesn’t even remember what he said. The joke should’ve been a one-and-done, forgotten after a week’s time. Whatever he said should’ve been inconsequential. Should be. Beef’s not one to drag out a bit for that long, usually, but here he is, dressed as a salmon and saying he got emails from a fish. Doc is utterly clueless throughout most of it- he doesn’t even understand what constituted him getting dragged in this time. And the way Beef and Skizz are talking is scaring him, just a little bit. Skizz is too aggressive, Beef is laying down the charmspeak, and both of their eyes are glossy and strange. There’s a hollow echo in the room.
But Doc, absurd as this is, plays along. Watches as one of his villagers gets killed. Lets nervous laughter through as he’s given 10 salmon heads, and leaves. When he gets back to his base out in the middle of nowhere, he realizes that these aren’t normal salmon heads, they’re worse: deformed, many-eyed, slimy and reeking of rot. And while this isn’t the strangest thing Doc has seen, as far as he knows, Beef isn’t one for game-breaking like he is. The deformities on the heads don’t even look player made. Whatever this is, it’s bizaarre, and it’s not something Doc wants to be involved in.
Then the whispers start.
He doesn’t do what he’s asked—build a shrine for whatever Big Salmon is—initially. He lets it be for a bit, shrugs it off, and keeps building. But it’s hard to focus when you can’t sleep—in his dreams he’s drowning, sinking deeper and deeper, sea life surrounding him and screaming and he’s screaming too as a pair of eyes stare him down—and when you can’t get a moment of quiet. He keeps hearing that damn slapping sound and little nothings about shrine schematics, block pallets, glorious statues. The air starts reeking of rot, far more than a swamp should. Strange slime crawls up the scaffolding that he keeps slipping on.
And this is why Doc is tired: Big Salmon is not his first rodeo. This isn’t the first time something has grabbed hold of his soul and tried to puppeteer it to his own demise. This isn’t even the scariest thing he’s come across- he still dreams of watching himself rip his own arm off. He knows gods and entities like he knows redstone, all the intricacies of magic that weave through the universe. They want to be satisfied, satiated. Doc will not give whatever Big Salmon is that satisfaction, not for long.
So he puts up with the rot, the slime, the dreams. Keeps the salmon heads, perpetually grotesque, in a chest where he can see them. Gives them a minuscule in: blueprints are crafted of the shrine he is meant to build, dying leaves are placed and waterlogged, copper is bent and formed into a worthless statue. The sky is cloudy. The sky has been cloudy all week, swamp air thick with the smell of rotting fish. He gives Beef a call, tells him to bring Skizz along.
When what should be Doc’s friend arrives, he is more fish than man. The tinnitus-like whisper of the thing trying to get him reaches a roar as he gives Beef a look over- there is no telling where the suit ends and the skin begins, all scaled, slimy and opalescent. Skizz, on the contrary, is looking relatively normal; the only strange thing about him are his glazed over eyes. Something about that makes Doc queasy about his plan, but he swallows the bile rising in his throat and steels himself, forces himself to be calm. This is not his first rodeo.
Doc’s faked smile doesn’t fail him as he leads Beef and Skizz to the statue. It doesn’t fail him as he hands the last rotting head to Beef for him to place, on top of an over-polished button. His grin only widens as Skizz counts down his boss pressing the button.
With a single button press, the voices that have taken residence in Doc’s head are wiped out, as are Skizz and Beef: bloody…fish…bits fly high into the sky when they fall into the exploding trap. There is a deafening boom, and then there is Doc, unscathed, laughing wickedly, organic eye sparkling with mania. Gods never win against him. There is no winning against the goat.
And finally, with the threat of Big Salmon defeated, Doc can finally rest. After all, he is incredibly tired.
#woosh writes#oceans calling au#docm77#hermitcraft au#hermitcraft#FINALLY! ITS FUCKING DONE!!!!#HOLY FUCK THIS TOOK ME FOREVER#I am so sorry this took as long as it did- a bajillion irl things happened and that delayed my writing significantly#ANYWAYS. [SCREAMS]
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WHEEEEEE ETHNICITIES POST PART 1!!!!!!! COS I GOT NO CLUE HOW 2 GO ABOUT CULTURES N SHIT!!!!! LOL!!
OK SO ive FINALLY finished the 5 main colour variations (& overall morphology) for angels!!! posting these separate from the culture post cos i still have fuckall idea for that(plus theres already a fair few images in this post if i tried combining the 2 i would have..... a long ass post lol) ANYWAY:
SALT DESERT: least populous of the 5. theyre essentially tundra angels but w thicker skin & MUCH paler. built to handle extreme temperature variation as well as VERY STRONG air currents & high altitudes. body type is typically tall & skinny, with long wings & sail. theyre 3rd best in terms of long-distance flight.
TUNDRA: most populous of the 5. theyre the goldilocks in terms of preffered climate, in that they stick to the tundras & savannas of homeworld(not too hot/cold, average wind speed, etc). body types vary, but theyre usually on the leaner side for aerodynamics, with long wings & sail. 2nd best at long-distance flight.
CENTRAL CLIFFS: 2nd most populous of the 5 & are built to survive the warmer temperatures of the equator throughout the year. body types are typically on the heavier side to help with burrowing & to accommodate for the much higher likelihood of getting domed by flying debris, as well as broad-but-short wings & sail. theyre 2nd worst at long-distance flight, as theyre more suited for climbing & gliding than powered flight.
NORTH/SOUTH COAST: 3rd most populous of the 5. coastal angels are the largest of the angel types, and are built to survive & navigate the seas & frozen coastlines of homeworld with ease. theyre the best at long-distance flight, as they often take regular journeys from the north to the south to ferry resources between both the coastal spheres as well as other spheres that might be up to trade. body types are usually TALL & WELL BUILT, with a long sail & wings.
TROPICS: 2nd least populous of the 5 as well as the shortest. theyre an offshoot of coastal angels who preffered to burrow amongst the more varied plantlife of angel homeworld. theyre the worst at flying, often only able to glide & fly in short bursts(similar to earth chickens) as theyre almost entirely suited to burrowing. the average body type for tropic angels is short & stocky, with short wings.
like usual, gif stills r under the readmore :)
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#owo whats this#angel tag!!! wahoo#speculative biology#spec bio#alien species#xenobiology#OK IM FINALLY GETTING THERE#the 5 took me SO LONG i was at a loss 4 designs for AGESSSSS HOLY FUCK but its ok now theyre done :) i dont have 2 think abt pulling entire#-variations if angle outta my ass#fun fact i came up w the tropics angle thanks 2 banana man by tally hall :) thats why theyve got a banana sail lol#anyway i also had this 5-way venn diagram of most the potential color variations between the 5 but i figured thatd be better suited for-#-the updated ref that i STILL HAVENT POSTED(that will literally be next all the art is done now lol)#but yea thats my rambling 4 today
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WHITNEY COMFORT EV ENT !!!!!!! I FUCKING DID IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!
#this took so goddamn long its not funny#B REFHJEFHJJEHRF#BUT I DID IT !!!! I FUCKING DID IT#ims o happy oh my god#i can finally go do my work#whitney the bully#dol whitney#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol related#hes such a sweetheart i adore him#THE WAY HE STOPS !!!!!!! AND WAITS UNTIL PC IS DONE SOBBING IM#IM ON THE FLOOR
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What's In a Name?
The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 8
Content: mentioned past attempted noncon, hysterical whumpee/nervous breakdown (seriously yall, it gets bad), disabled whumpee, trans whumpee, tied up/handcuffs, noncon unshirtening, past captivity references
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Excerpt from: The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping; a self-help guide for villains and bounty-hunters
[While following this guide, as well as generally while playing the wonderful game that is villainy, you will find that the advice can rarely be fitted to every specific scenario. But one piece of advice is universal: If you value your freedom, your loved ones, and your life, you must never reveal your secret identity to your captured hero. As soon as you do, there is no more facade. Villainy is no longer a game. It is your life. And heroes will not hesitate to destroy your life if it means they can win the game.
If a hero (or ANY untrusted party) ever happens upon your secret identity, it is your responsibility, as a villain and as a human being, to accept the end of your life as you know it…
Or to ensure that the hero can never tell another living soul.]
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“See you soon?” Deeby repeated Sweater-vest’s last words incredulously. “See you soon?! Christ, and you know he knows– god, he just needs to stop being such un pendejo and shut the hell up, stop making everything about his goddamn god complex and shoving it en las caras de todos–”
The sudden anger from the usually cool and smug Deeby did not help the apparent panic attack seeping ever so quickly into Stan’s consciousness, especially with said seething bounty hunter circling around the room like an angry shark as he muttered to himself and gesticulated wildly.
Stan cowered to hide his shirtlessness from said angry shark. His chest and limbs started to buzz from all the excess oxygen entering his system as he took in heavy breaths, his head spinning, dizzy, hurting, every muscle clenching.
“--y quién se cree ese cabrón para venir a joderme MI TRABAJO?”
He was so angry. So loud, talking so fast, and what the hell was he even saying?! It was too much, too much.
“Y la puta Lana no puede ni aparecer para decirme que me está jodiendo la vida OTRA VEZ porque es lo único que le encanta hacer, joderme TODO lo que–”
Stop it stop it stay calm stay calm please not now please please please not now you can’t show weakness like this in front of your kidnapper you can’t stop it STOP IT–
He took in an involuntary loud heaving breath. Then fell into a stuttering slew of smaller breaths as he tried to keep quiet, and Deeby finally took notice of the state of his captive.
Stan squeaked and pulled the jacket around himself tighter. He was small, he was silent, he was invisible.
Then he gasped in another desperate heaving breath with an involuntary cry of panic when he suddenly ran out of air. He’d stopped breathing entirely with all his efforts.
“Stan? Qué es–... Ah, you good?”
Stan nodded quickly, shaking. “F-fine, fine.”
Deeby raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t lie to me. What is this, you having a panic attack?”
He couldn’t get his eyes to focus, but he shook his head fervently. Then reeled as it made the dizziness and headache so much worse.
“Stan, talk to me, chiquito. If he actually did something to you, tell me. I need a good reason to kill him, you’d be helping me out a lot.”
He didn't actually even hurt me, did he?
“No–! I-I u-uh-uh yes-s-s, but– but–”
I don't WANT to ‘help you out’! I don't want to talk about it! ESPECIALLY not with you.
He let out a whine and failed to swallow the giant knot forming in his throat.
“Alright, is this about the shirt then? Or the uh, the chest thing? Is that why you went from colonizer white to ghost white when you thought I was gonna make you strip earlier?” He walked over to the tattered shirt and scooped it up. “Because if that's what got you, I can assure you I don’t give a single crap what you’ve–... got in your...”
Deeby trailed off as he held up the grey strips of fabric that used to be Stan's button-down.
And just stared.
Stan gawked at the unrecognizable shredded fabric hanging in the bounty hunter's hands. His breath caught in his throat. He hadn't realized how utterly destroyed his beloved shirt was. What was he supposed to wear now?
“That… Motherfucker…” Deeby muttered, almost as as aghast as Stan. “Christ, I knew he'd pull some grade-A bullshit, but this–”
“Y-you KNEW?!” Stan gasped out, surprising himself with the volume of his outburst. “You– You knew he was gonna– gonna try to...”
Deeby didn't look up from the tatters in his hands. “Yeah. He's predictable, if nothing else.”
Stan's entire body felt like it was full of angry bees. “You–... You left me-e alone with ‘im. On pu-urpose.”
“And everything turned out fine, you're fine. Look runt, we need to have a little talk about what–”
“NO!” Stan cried, ignoring the drop in his stomach when Deeby's eyes took on a slight challenging glint at the interruption. “No, don’t change the subject! You left me alone with him! You knew he was gonna try to– to rape me and you left me alone with him! Handcuffed, chained to the floor, powerless, immobile, beat up to hell and– a-and unable to defend myself and you-you left me alone with him!”
The floodgates were opening. The stifling sense of justice suffocating Stan from the inside out wouldn’t let the injustices go unsaid any longer, crashing through his body and just about ready to make him burst. Ironic, given the everything.
Deeby’s jaw set. “Stan. I wouldn’t have left that shit-for-brains alone with anyone if I didn’t have to.”
“Oh, but you– you had to?” Stan taunted, hoping the sarcasm came through in his voice even with the stuttering and heaving breaths. “What, Dee-deeby the great bounty hunter actually answers to someone? Enough to put the uh, the bounty in danger? Or are you just scared of him, wanted to get away?!”
Deeby snorted.
“Hell yeah, I'll do whatever if the buyer asks it,” he proclaimed. "And I'm not scared of that human cringe-fail. The day I'm scared of him is the day I'm dragged away screaming and turned into… well, you, basically. But I mean, that's when he's actually dangerous…"
He seemed to think on it for a moment. Then crouched down in front of Stan, smug grin replaced with something like the look a friend gives when they think you're about to ruin your life with a single dumb decision.
“Honesty, bud… I wouldn't be so tough around a guy like that if I were a guy like you. Best to just fuel his ego.”
Stan physically recoiled. “Don't tell me what–! Who-wh–…”
That insult sounded way too genuine. Since when was the mercenary genuine?
“Wait, wait, you'd…” Stan shook his head, trying to untangle his thoughts from the spaghetti of his mind. This concussion was killing him. He could barely think. “If you were… Who even was th-that?”
Another chuckle. “What, Tweedy? That was Vaughn. He said that earlier, though I applaud your ability to block him out. Wish I could do that.”
Then again, the hunter was most likely just trying to psych him out. Get him to behave again. Stan wouldn't fall for something like that.
“No, idiot, I mean–... I meant who is he? Why is he going to-to see me soon?… And– and for that matter, are you working together? Because it seems like you hate each other.”
Deeby let out a huff of air. “Look, bud, we need to talk about that phone call I had to take, the boss–”
“You're avoiding the question.”
“Well frankly, there's more important things to talk about,” Deeby dismissed quickly. “So I was talking with the boss-lady on the phone while you were–”
“I don’t care about what that Lana person has to say!” Stan said, slamming his hands on the floor for effect, a breath-stealing pang running through his ribs at the jostling. “Jus– Just tell me who you guys are, tell me why I’m here, tell me why I should be scared of ‘a guy like that’! Who ARE you?!”
Deeby narrowed his eyes slightly. “We need to talk about what's going to happen to you next. And you're gonna listen to that. Not yell demands at me like some asshole 6-year-old, because you already know I don't deal with all that ‘who am I, secret identity’ crap, so you're not getting those answers.”
Well actually, judging by the horrible sticky weight that slammed Stan in the gut when Deeby said that, he didn't want to know what horrors awaited him next. So next best thing? Keep being an asshole 6-year-old.
“Why?”
“Anonymity is the most valuable tool you can have in this game.” Deeby recited it like a script, exaggerating a monotone boredom. “Also I'm not an idiot, it's protocol that's saved me before, it helps me do my job without getting invested… take your pick.”
“You're not even wearing your mask any more!” Stan cried. “So much for secret identity!”
“I think what you're meaning to say is ‘thank you for rushing to save my damsel-in-distress ass from some twink with scissors when you heard me screaming for help even though you were dealing with a really important phone call from the worst person ever’. And you're very welcome. Now we need to talk about what I found out in that dumbass phone call and what it means for you.”
He always had an answer for everything, huh? Always another quip.
Stan's blood started to boil, and he may have actually, genuinely growled a little.
“S-so-so so what, you are scared of her, then? You're scared of her and that's why you left me with that monster?!” He tried, spitting back as much smug asshole-ness as Deeby had been throwing at him. “Is that why you hate them, you’re just their damn lackey doing whatever they tell you to do?! Just a puppet for them to guide around, running around capturing supers and serving them up on a silver platter like a good little servant?!”
Deeby stared at him, genuinely stunned by the sudden venom in the captive's words. His fists clenched by his side.
Hm. Stan may have gone too far.
“Look, McKellen,” Deeby spat as he took an authoritative step forward, voice slow, low and dark. “There are things at play here that you can’t know about–”
“Why not?!” Stan felt like he was losing it, voice creaky and high and hoarse. “Obviously I’m gonna be trapped here with you assholes for the rest of my short life until you kill me with some new form of torture experiment bullshit! Why not tell me everything?! Why not do whatever you want with me?! Just tell me! Please!!”
Stan glared desperately at the bounty hunter. He knew he wasn’t even just crossing the line at this point; he was sprinting over the line and stomping on it repeatedly in a panic-fueled frenzy, kicking at it and letting out his full fury as if the line itself had done this to him, as if absolutely decimating the line would somehow fix everything.
Way deep down, almost too far down to admit to himself, he almost hoped the mercenary would see through the insults and the fighting to see the pleading, hurt, scared man underneath. And then take pity. Just let him have this one thing, before he broke entirely.
But the bounty hunter glared right back at him.
“No.” He stated venomously. “Right now, you're going to shut up. And listen.”
As if Stan would ever listen to the orders of his kidnapper. Of a villain.
A small laugh, just a little chuckle, took root his chest. A disbelieving smile cracked across his face.
The absence of the signature unbothered grin, the absence of the mask, the deathly seriousness? Not to mention the gun, the knives, the chains, the handcuffs, the power suppressing collar, no cane or crutch or any viable mobility aid in sight, and beaten so hard multiple times that he probably couldn't run properly anyway even if he did have a knee that actually worked…
This really was hopeless, wasn't it?
He could rage against the dying of the light all he wanted. Scream and shout and cry and fight and say witty things to hide the excruciating, never-ending pain.
But the light would still die all the same.
He clutched Deeby's very own stupid cowboy-ass jacket around his shoulders. He couldn't even defend himself from getting his shirt ripped to shreds right off his body!
And this bitch–
“You– you don't think…” he had to pause to let out a barrage of inappropriate giggles, then shoved up shakily to his feet, back braced against the wall. “You don't still think I'm gonna– that, that I'm gonna escape, do you?!”
Deeby gave pause, eyeing Stan up and down. Really thinking about it. He took a deep breath. A low grumble emanated from the base of his throat.
“No. I don't.”
Stan laughed out again, full force this time. Desperate. Tearful.
“Then just–... just TELL ME!! IT DOESN'T MATTER!! IT DOESN'T!! IT'LL DIE WITH ME!!”
The mercenary's mouth pressed into a thin line. Was that confusion etched into his features? Or worry? Maybe anger…
“It does matter,” He growled through gritted teeth. “It's probably the most important thing you could know, who I am. Who we are.”
Stan let out a loud cry of anguish, screeching out every single frustration at the unfairness of the world, at this situation, at Deeby and Vaughn and whoever Lana was, at the collar and the chains and the cut and bruises and broken bones and his broken, useless knee into a single, guttural sound.
“WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME ANYTIN-GAH-AH!!”
Very, very suddenly, the lapels of Deeby's loosely draped jacket tightened around his body and slammed him back into the wall, the fleece-lined collar of the jacket twisting and pulling on the power-suppressing strap clamped around his neck, contracting it, choking him just as the slam forced all the breath out of his lungs.
Stan clawed back against the force, only managing to grasp at Deeby’s forearms uselessly as they twisted the jacket ever tighter around him. Pinning his arms. Trapping him. He had to heave in and out gasping breaths just to get enough air to breath through his half obstructed airways.
“Look at me, chiquito,” the bounty hunter snarled. “Look me in the eye!”
Stan's panicked eyes paused their sporadic dance around the room. They locked dead onto the mercenary's fiery gaze.
“Did you break your damn brain in the 3 minutes I was gone?” Deeby hissed into his ear. Stan almost screeched in terror. “I don't know what sort of fuckery your mind has been conjuring up that you can't get this very simple concept without going insane,” he jolted Stan and dragged out an involuntary whimper from his throat.
“But whatever it is, shut it down. Now. I'm gonna tell you the bare minimum of what you need to know, and you're gonna sit there and listen or else I won't tell you jack shit and knock you unconscious so I don't have to deal with your bullshit. Agreed?!”
“I– Ah, a-ah, I– No, I- I, no-no no No-o–”
He couldn't get his thoughts to line up properly. They swarmed around his head like locusts in a dust bowl, bouncing into each other, frenzied, an indecipherable cloud of fear and frustration that his horrible attempt at defiance, futile as it may have been, always just made everything worse.
He could never stop himself.
Angry tears rimmed at Stan's eyes. His body hurt. His brain pounded in his skull. His ribs cried out in protest as they pressed into the wall. The various bruises and their dull, throbbing aches, the cuts and bleeding wounds and their sharp, searing screeches, the sticky and caked on dried blood, so familiar now it was almost a second skin, Deeby's weight pinning him to the wall, so similar and yet so different to the way Vaughn had done the same.
No. No, no, no, no.
He squeezed his eyes shut, tears finally falling in hot, fat drops down his cheeks. The bounty hunter was so close, too close. Stan tried to pull away, and he just leaned on him harder, their faces barely inches apart.
“Agreed, chiquito?” The voice rumbled through his entire body, sending shivers up and down his spine.
No no no no no no no he needed to get away, get away now, please please that's all he needed he couldn't get away he couldn't even move his arms he could barely breathe–
“WHY DON'T YOU JUST RAPE ME ALREADY?!” Stan screamed into the endless cacophonous void.
And silence.
And the entire world went still.
Deeby’s mouth fell literally agape.
His grip on Stan loosened considerably. Not out of pity or any other considerate emotion. Just shock.
At least Stan could finally breathe again. Not that he took a single breath in the silence.
“I–...” Deeby finally choked out. “I-I beg you finest fucking what?!”
“Just fucking do it,” Stan hissed, gasping. “We both know you could. I couldn't even stop Vaughn, you think I could stop you?!”
The words spewed out of his mouth faster than he could stop them, like a volcano that had finally exploded its top off in a fiery glory. And the way Deeby looked at him, as if his features were having an all out war over shock, horror, or honestly very justified anger? Oh, that did nothing but fan the flames of Stan's sorrow-filed hysteria.
“Tall ass muscle-bound freak with an actual gun that captured me and beat me up again and again then left me to die?! I don't even know who you are! You can do whatever you want and I can't do jack shit to stop you! Just do it, hurt me, rape me, it doesn't matter! Vaughn knew that, you can too!” Stan attempted to shove the bounty hunter off, but he still didn't move.
“Please, please, I'm begging you, is that what you want?! I'll get on my knees!”
Stan collapsed against Deeby's hold, and to his surprise, Deeby finally let him. Well, not ‘let him,’ more like ‘recoiled and jumped back when he felt Stan collapsing in his grasp'.
All the same.
“Chiquito,” Deeby rasped. “I'm– not exactly sure what or why you're demanding, but I'm not going to–”
“Why not?! It doesn't matter!” Stan assured, holding his arms out to fully present himself now, shedding the jacket onto the floor behind him and taking a daring scoot forward. “I bet you just kicked Vaughn out because you wanted me all to yourself! I bet you just love seeing me scared and helpless and half naked in your stupid fucking yee-yee jacket–”
“Alright, Stan, enough!”
“AT LEAST VAUGHN had the decency to not pretend like he was a decent fucking person like you!” Stan yelled. “We both know you're not above it, fucking professional kidnapper and torturer! So just do it! Like Vaughn wanted to, like he tried to! Finish what he started, you have me all to yourself now! DO IT! DO IT I DARE–”
“The name's Declan.”
The statement was a whisper in the storm. Stan almost missed it. But the resolute certainty of the southern twang stopped him dead in his tracks.
“What–… What did you just–?”
It was astounding how quickly his voice had turned meek from the cacophony of chaos mere seconds before. Dark freckles stood out against an even starker white face than usual.
“It's Declan,” the mercenary stated once more. “My name. My name’s Declan. You wanted t’know who we are, who I am? Fine then, I'm Declan. Want the last name too?”
“I– wait–!”
“It's Cansano. Declan Cansano.”
Stan was shaking, a million thoughts crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. If he weren't already on his knees, surely he would have collapsed.
He hadn't actually… meant any of that. No. Had he? No. He couldn't have. He didn't want to know who the mercenary was. No, he didn't. He didn't, not really! He would never want that! Never!
“That’s not… Wh-why would you…?”
The bounty hunter shrugged. “You wanted to know who I am. You asked, you screamed, you insulted me and you went fuckin’ nuts over it.” His thunder-filled eyes betrayed his completely relaxed demeanor. “Declan Cansano. Don't forget‘t.”
“I just– That's not what– Wait, Deeby, you– Where are you going?!”
Deeby was already halfway to the door when he swiftly spun around, fists clenched and any trace of the easy demeanor vanished in those bright blood-stained eyes.
“I can't fuckin’ deal with you right now!”
Stan nearly launched himself back in fear, right back onto Deeby's stupid, soft jacket. He grasped it up as a barrier between him and the mercenary without even thinking. The mercenary's demeanor relaxed from absolutely terrifying to merely extremely angry at the sorry sight.
“I'm leaving for a bit.” He whipped around and grasped for the lapels of his jacket to yank it on, only for his grasp to come up empty. He whipped around a third time. “And I'll be expectin’ my coat back when I get back! You better've calmed the hell down by then, if you know what’s good for you.”
Wait, wait, he was leaving? No!
Stan tried to scramble after Deeby, but immediately fell to the agony of his knee and the length of his leash.
“Don't go, please!” he pleaded.
Deeby didn’t stop. “Why?”
What if you come back with more torture tools?
What if you don't come back at all?
I still have more questions for you.
You can't just leave me here, I'm hurt!
I shouldn't be alone right now. I can't. I'm scared of what will happen, I'm going insane.
Even you are better than no one at all.
“What– what if Vaughn comes back?!”
Deeby scoffed. “I'm not going that far, damn. Eat some protein bars while I'm gone so you don't die, should help with the insanity. Back soon.”
And the door to the room closed shut behind him, the click echoing off the walls in the sudden unbearable silence.
Stan collapsed to the floor, defeated.
He clutched the jacket closer.
Pulled it tight around his shoulders, fingernails leaving small crescent-shaped indents on the well-worn hide. The cotton lining was so surprisingly soft against his skin. Hell, he could smell the dirt and musk that permeated the jacket from years of use, the smal signs that this jacket had seen the capture of dozens of supers.
Declan.
Declan Cansano.
Professional Superhero-Hunter.
Stan screamed into the endless abyss around him.
And this time, Declan didn’t come back to save him.
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#whump#heroes and villains#whump writing#whumper#whumpee#hero whump#defiant whumpee#kidnapping whump#captivity whump#trans whumpee#disabled whumpee#(un)official guide#mentioned noncon#tw nervous breakdown#GOD this one took SO LONG TO EDIT#AND WRITE#its basically unrecogniseable from its first draft bc i just kept having new ideas that fit the themes better#and changing it to help make it make sense#usually it wouldnt be this bad but i wrote it over like 3 serperate weeks in short bursts#so i didnt have any of the usual writing fervor in it at first and the pacing was FUCKED lol#I FINALLY GOT IT THO#its still not perfect but its pretty good and i CANNOT work on this any longer#ALL OF THIS was done on my phone btw. horrible time#would not reccomend#use a computer if you can#anyway ive been thinking about this specific scenario literally since before i started writing the actual story down#it was one of the main story beats#a changing of the tides#theres gonna be a lot of those pretty soon actually
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ain't it a glorious day, bright as a morning in may!
i feel like i could fly!
(PLEASE REBLOG MY ART! likes do NOTHING <3)
#ITS DONE FINALLY.....forcing yall to look at it this took SO fucking long.#kie's art#selfship#self ship#selfshipping#self shipping#selfshipper#self shipper#selfship art#self ship art#selfshipping art#self shipping art#self insert#s/i#autistic selfship#bipoc selfship#latine selfship#self insert art#s/i art#self insert x canon#s/i x f/o#s/i x canon#self insert community#selfship community#romantic f/o#s/i: 🏺#r: orange colored sky
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YOU’VE BEEN A GREAT AUDIENCE!
ARGGHHHHH 61 CHARACTERS COUNTING THE FAMILIAR+PARTNERS AS TWO!!! this was an absolutely wonderful season to watch unfold and all the characters were so amazing! RIP1 was probably my favorite object camp I’ve ever seen, idea-wise and contestant-wise! I can’t wait for season 2 to come out soon!
#AAAAAAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA OHH. THIS TOOK. SO FUCKING LONG. ITS FINALLY DONE.#FUCK YOU CATCHPHRASE /LH FOR NOT GIVING ME COLOR REFS TO EXTINGUISHER. I didn’t ask for one of mesto so I just went off entry 16#I COULDNT INCLUDE GUYS LIKE FARADAY AND THE FUSIONS CAUSE THERE WASNT ENOUGH ROOM :( BUT MAYBE ILL DRAW THEM LATER!#winner up front is rain on your parade with goldenberry and silver and magician and bludu who belong to cloudnyan#tesla edison radithor and classified belong to ecto-hazard#storage counter dyson jr and dragony belong to thirty-two-characters-or-fewer I believe#runes immature party#rain on your parade#tesla#<- only character tags on here /silly#art
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#we finally painted the exterior of our house. bought it over three years ago and it needed so much work#but we finally got enough done that it made sense to paint.#since it all took so long we had pleeeeeenty of time to pick a color#i painted huge swatches on the back of the house and we stared at them for over a year#i was terrified of picking something ugly lol im not a designer and my wife DEFINITELY isnt#but anyway ever since we had it painted a few weeks ago I've been OBSESSED WITH IT#it literally looks so fucking good like SOOOO GOOD#we picked the PERFECT COLOR. its blue but its not too dark and not too light#not too saturated and not too gray. a tiny hint of green but not a lot#it looks amazing with the red brick of the chimney and the reddish stain on our front door#it looks amazing with the green of all my wife's plants in the garden#it looks amazing in every lighting at every hour of the day#well someone just showed up at my door like 'hi i live in the neighborhood and we're gonna paint our house'#and 'my wife and i love this color and i was wondering if you remember the name of it'#YES. YES I DO REMEMBER THE NAME OF IT. 😍#i mean every neighbor we talk to is like 'omg it's so good!' but this is a guy who I've never seen#he must be on a different street so they just see it when they drive by since we're on the corner#sorry i just feel so satisfied right now lmao
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salt & honey
a year and a half since i thought ‘haha what if jack and stephen aubreyad were in sunless sea’ i have finished the longest fic ive ever written. tune in NEXT WEEK for the posting of the FIRST CHAPTER! and. glossary.
i will be posting either every day or every other day. the whole fic is finished, so if i have to delay posting i wont drop off the map. get excited!
#its finally fucking real oh my GOD#its done#hope yall enjoy because this took so fucking long#i did so much research#i have a map and charts and a calendar#i should have a sources cited but i was too lazy#THANK GOD for my two alpha readers and friends who helped me with so much of this fic
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Hi! So I was tagged by both @a-trick-or-two-with-lepers and @gyunikum to do this! Thanks, both of you!
rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up
Ivan & The Parazol - GTH
X Ambassadors, K.Flay, grandson - Zen
Dominic Lewis - Fate
Lana Del Rey - A&W
Peter Gabriel - My Body Is A Cage
Dominic Lewis - You’re the Diesel
Dan Navarro - This Is the End
Carson Coma - BANKRABLÁS ATIVAL
Galaxisok - Vakáció!
Carson Coma - FELDOBOM A KÖVET
I’m tagging @sophieistrashaf, @iamanonniemouse and @stillqueerstillhere, if you feel like up to doing it!
#thanks once again for taggin me#im sorry tumblr user a-trick-or-two-with-lepers that it took this long#i was away for the weekend#but finally its done#also very tricky of u tumblr user gyunikum#i was going to tag u#when i finally got the time to do it#but you beat me to it#very tricky#anyway...#oh god that's too many hungarian stuff#and yes the ive been listening to the bullet train ost#it fucks so good!#and yes also the new carson coma album#i thought i was over how good felbodom a követ is#but then the whole album came out#that song really fucks
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Im so glad kirby Tumblr is coming together slowly and having the realization that keeby and galacta knight need to be father and son and they're a adorable adopted family
#dad gk#its about fucking time what took you guys so damn long#i hate kirby stuff and some of the fans but im glad yall are finally realizing this#keebyfan72talks#kirby#papa gk and his baby son keeby solo everybody#keeby#galacta knight#also we should all come together and agree that gk should be called papa gk#it sounds better than in my opinion#either papa gk or father galacta knight#those both sound nice and fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥#if youre done reading this then youre gay /j
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[start image description: 5 digital black and white illustrations, as well as 4 photographs of a thin hardcover book. The first image is a drawing of a railroad grown over, with tree roots sprouting over them. There is text above the image reading: “Met some folks who like to travel along the tracks. They invited me to join them for a meal. Turns out, a couple of them have gone all over the place for
the past few years. Selene mentioned that the growth is not as thick in certain places, in others it’s not as noticeable like how it is here. Considering how long it’s taken me to get here, the fact that it could have been possibly easier in
other locations is kind of nice to know. This group is pretty nonplussed about how long their travels can take. They seem to be enjoying themselves, living in the moment. After talking some more, we parted ways. I hope we all travel safely.”
The second image is a drawing of a fountain, with cattails growing from the water. Vines and flowers bloom around the stones.
The third image is a drawing of a tree with no leaves in the branches.
The fourth image is of a person sitting on a fence, looking at a sheep that has approached them on the other side.
The fourth image is of a person pushing through foliage surrounding a stone wall with a lamp fixed onto it. A bird rests on the person’s shoulders.
The photographs are all of the same hardcover book. The color of the cover is a dark green, with the backside of the covers a dark brown. the paper within the book is a cream color, bound to the covers with a coptic stitch. In two of the photos, the book is closed. The other two are opened to demonstrate how it is bound and what the pages look like. /end image description]
I forgot to mention here a few weeks back but I finished my thesis! I might put the whole pdf up on itchio in a bit if people want to look at it.
#the hardcover was for my director and thesis defense#it was the first time the school was trying a creative cohort thing for the honor college thesis projects#so she wanted an example for future students#i fucking stabbed myself with the curved needle at one point#hard enough that i was bleeding i was so pissed#it also ended being really long???#caught me off guard took me two weeks to format it b/c i ended up adding more pictures#its finally like done done i submitted it to the databank and it was accepted#have to make another copy for my ma and another professor who does stuff with the ecohumanities
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i know it's 4am but i just had an idea to make theo more insane
#theo u are so fucked up bby what if i make u more fucked up <3#sorry but like. it would hit more if her hatred of her father's abuse came from the fact that she loves him and she's horrified by it.#and to increase the tension of living in the mausoleum of her father's house bc she has the means to leave. why doesn't she. why does she#live just a few feet away from her father's corpse why does she do that and it just. like her getting rid of her father's ghost makes it so#much more cathartic BECAUSE she loves him and equally hates him#if she just hates him then like. there's like an emotional brevity when she needs Drama#also i was NOT equipped 2 handle writing this 😭 it only took like 2 years for me to finally get to the core of it and it's a short story...#also like... imagine the hatred of her mother—her second self. she has her face her skin and she can only ever untangle that hate until sh#realizes that her father's been the one to blame#id love 2 rewrite this but ive no idea how 2 proceed bc now im debating on pov bc its originally 3rd but 😵💫 ....HELL. IT SHOULD BE 1ST#OUGHOUGHOYGH I COULD MAKE IT SO HER MOTHER'S BODY IS BURIED IN THEIR BACKYARD#for SO long this short story remains in one of my least favorites and now i know Why. it literally is not done 😭#the haunting#text#tais toi lys
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Maple’s Melfel Megapost: Lovesick Obsession and Conspiracy-Style Origins
I mean the title says it all. I’m here to scream about Melfel. Main points are his relation with Elhaza and my thoughts regarding backstory. Very long post ahead, feel free to read but uhh TL;DR I love melfel a very normal amount. BF2 spoilers ahead, questionable accuracy at some parts bc I’m not a lore expert, but I put a lot of time into this so hopefully it's mostly accurate, coherent, or entertaining to read if nothing else.
First off, shoutout to @/symonynii for sharing the bf2 translation w me, all the script quotes are from their work, thank you for fueling my brainrot and permanently altering my brain structure. Quotes from that translation will be this fun purple >:) Translations from Rexona will be this cool green :p Also melfel is referred to with he/she/they in this doc just fyi
Melfel is a massive simp for Elhaza
When investigating this relationship, it’s very obvious Melfel has this obsessive near-worship level of respect for Elhaza. If you took a shot every time Melfel reiterated that everything they do is for Elhaza (or “that man”... haha edgeworth vibes just call that mf your husband) you would die from alcohol poisoning, he constantly talks about it. But they also trust Elhaza with their life, or at least enough for some soul-related experimentation to take place:
"Melfel: Yes~ Oh, but don’t worry. I’m only a clone that contains part of my spirit. I was made by Elhaza"
"My existence is only for Elhaza, please do not misunderstand that..." (Resonance line from BFR). This level of devotion is just ffsdfdfsldfldfsdfldf. My brain melts. He gets irked if you assume he's working for Nogreth due to loyalty for Nogreth's cause, he wants to reiterate that he is loyal to Elhaza above all else. Man. Same sentiment is shown here too:
"Tiny Melfel: ...Of course. Everything is for Neo Orcus. Of course~
Tiny Melfel, to himself: Well, for me, it’s more like “everything is for Mr. Elhaza”. I only exist for that person..."
I have already gushed about this development multiple times but it drives me crazy. Melfel starts the game being completely unable to comprehend how someone can sacrifice themselves for the sake of others
"Melfel: Oops... hey, I wonder what I should do now... To give yourself up to protect others... how does one act on such a feeling?"
And then at the end of the game he sacrifices his life to protect Elhaza and his work from the protags it drives me feral. Their bond with Elhaza, their love for him pushed them to make the ultimate sacrifice all for him. It makes me crazy, how much love and devotion one has to learn and accept how much they would give up.
Adding on, Melfel’s last words?????
“Elhaza......I... always….”
I always WHAT?? I always loved you???? It’s very specific structure, it can’t be spun in some way like “I was honored to serve you” it sounds like a full-on love confession. Having a man’s name be your last words as you try to address them one last time,,, idk seems pretty gay gay homosexual to me.
Also, this bit kind of dives into headcanon territory, but I view the tiny melfels as fragments of Melfel’s soul, so it’s crazy and emotionally gutting how even after death a part of Melfel’s soul cares about Elhaza, it makes me feral this clown is so in love. Her love extends past life and death and every part of her soul screams about her love for Elhaza, it's just aaahdjshjkssdskadsdk peak romance.
“(we see tiny melfel carrying elhaza’s mask across a black screen, and he grins at us)”
And this Rexona voice line drives me crazy like OH MY GOD???? This is so much. mf wants him so bad.
"Elhaza is everything to me. What he wants is what I want. His enemies are my enemies."
Elhaza’s feelings (or lack thereof)
Now it’s a lot more difficult to find examples of Elhaza’s thoughts about Melfel bc we just. Don’t see much of him and he rarely talks about them which is :/ And it also can just read as Elhaza doing the bare minimum to keep Melfel in line with him instead of genuine sentiments. But there are some instances.
Most notably when Melfel leaves for their final encounter with the protags, they mentions how they had to ask Elhaza to face you, Elhaza didn’t originally want/order Melfel to be out there and likely took some persuasion to agree to let them go. So maybe he does care? He seems to have held some concern for her safety, because as this point Nogreth’s demon lords have kind of been falling apart both internally and with the protags taking them down
“Melfel: ...You can say whatever you want, but we have something to do. It’s for that reason that I asked Mr. Elhaza to send me back here. It’s ridiculous to think that you’re the protagonists of this world~”
Additionally there’s this whole dynamic they have before encountering the protags and og gang together ft. Melfel being so so excited and hyped about working with Elhaza while he’s just like “cool :/ ”.
"Melfel: Mr. Elhaza himself will go? This is unusual. I thought the interception would be left to me.
Elhaza: ...It’s not a bad idea to get a look at their faces.
Melfel: Oh, I’ll come and help you! It’ll be an honor~
Elhaza: ...Hmph."
Just gonna drop this here too because it’s a fun moment, Elhaza really just said “lmao go crazy”. I think he has some sentiments towards Melfel, but it’s not nearly as much as Melfel holds for him.
“Melfel: Of course~ I’ll get support for Hilda and Lune... And above all, the killing of weak summoners~
Elhaza: Hm... enjoy yourself. You might be able to use support from Shaia in some cases.
Melfel: I understand~ And now, I’ll…”
They both really have a thing for encouraging each other to kill and complimenting murder. Typical evil lovers behavior.
"Melfel: As expected, Mr. Elhaza! An instant kill as always, it’s wonderful~
Elhaza: ......
Melfel: Ah.... but it looks like you’re not pleased.
Elhaza: ....... It seems like the damage was much lower than normal. I’ll entrust you to the rest. Do whatever you want.
Melfel: Is it alright to kill that Weisser as well?
Elhaza: I don’t care.
Melfel: Wonderful. Then I’ll have a great time~"
Of course Shida's whole character plays a role in how he expresses himself. Due to how long he's lived and extended his life, he's become very disconnected from human emotions and bonds, viewing them as something interesting to study rather than an actual experience.
"Human beings are truly interesting.
Life and death, bonds, negative emotions…no matter how much we study them, there is no end to them.
They are silly, beautiful, and irrepressible."
So it makes sense how neutral and even dismissive he is towards Melfel and his clear expressions of devotion. Additionally, Shida seems to be focused solely on his research, he sees everything as a way to advance his work.
Their relationship is inherently tragic because of how little Elhaza cares when compared to Melfel’s obsession. But because of Melfel’s nature they just don’t seem to care. Even the smallest recognition is enough for him. They feel fulfilled with what they get, even overjoyed. It makes you wonder… what did Elhaza do to cause such a strong infatuation? Well, I have a buckwild frankensteined mess of canon, headcanon, and stretches of connections to potentially explain it.
Smashing together a backstory for Melfel
Brave Frontier Rexona actually flat out states Melfel's backstory, which genuinely surprised me ngl. I just tossed this from the brave frontier library site into DeepL so hopefully it's somewhat accurate:
-Blind faith in Elhaza-
He joined Nogreth when they invaded his home world of the Otherworld.
As a man of very low status, Melfel saw Nogreth who had destroyed his world as a god of salvation.
His cunning mind and talent for magic were bought by Elhaza, and his absolute loyalty to him led him to become the head of the legion in the blink of an eye.
In addition, he seems to have led many insane subordinates.
So, Melfel is from the Otherworld, which made me cry because I had to watch all the cutscenes from the Otherworld section of the game to piece together the lore since I never reached there lmao. But more notably, Nogreth invaded Melfel's home and he viewed them as his savior. He hated his life and saw the destruction of it as a saving grace, a moment for him to achieve the greatness and power he likely desired. This low-status background ties in really hard to what Roy brought up to Melfel in their trauma mirror confrontation.
“Melfel: Every human has a wound in their heart. This mirror picks it out and shows them it~ It’s prized in my collection.”
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“Roy: I know, Melfel. You just fool around with all your cowardly tricks, but your strength is well-hidden. You must have suffered, and harnessed that suffering for your power. And... now you’re fighting for your own reasons... right?
Melfel: ......”
That inferiority and struggle in Melfel's early life is what pushed him to follow the one that tore it all down for him, Elhaza.
Ngl this revelation made me have a mini meltdown because I didn’t notice Rexona on the brave frontier library site when I wrote the next part and this revelation poses quite a big complication which sucks bc I think it ties together a lot of themes and arcs together well and deepens melfel’s character so I’m about to commit crimes against canon.
Okay forewarning: this next part delves into unhinged conspiracy theory shit so if you’re not interested I completely understand. But this relationship gets like, 100 times crazier and more fascinating if you consider that…
Conspiracy theory: Melfel is Malef.
Hear me out please. There’s just too many similarities and connections to be coincidence:
Evil nightmare clown with prominent eye motif is a character design archetype that is ripe for possibility, the fact that Melfel and Malef are the only two (as far as I know) to exhibit this theme is crazy. And their designs are kinda similar? The Parch Misfit Malef design especially retains the similar purple stripes and eye motifs. Also it’s a fun contrast that Malef’s element is fire while Melfel’s is nature, practically the complete opposite it’s neat. And it’s reflected in their designs, transforming from Malef’s predominantly red design to the complementary green of Melfel’s design, ties into the themes of transformation and significant change between the lives of Malef and Melfel
Little bonus find: Melfel does constantly switch elements in his battles of brave frontier two dungeon and that can relate to why he has a completely different element as malef, but that has questionable canonical weight it could just be a fun mechanic. Additionally, Malef’s extra sp skills allow him to add extra elements to his bb/sbb attacks which is similar to Melfel’s event, but once again: questionable canoninity due to how frequent that buff pops up in other unrelated units’ sp buffs. It's also interesting to note that while Melfel is technically a plant/nature attuned unit his attacks are primarily flame-based, which can tie him back to Malef (ik brave frontier isn't the best at sticking with units' elements when designing attacks but it's another interesting connection).
The similar names. Idk it’s a bit too similar to be coincidence or laziness imo. There are similar names of characters throughout the games’ rosters but like. This is different. I feel it’s a bit too similar to just be unintentional.
Malef’s research being very very similar, almost identical to what Elhaza has been researching, it makes sense why they would become allies. They both are studying how to extract the powers of demons and other living magic users to create an ultimate being. Very very specific, very very fascinating how it’s these two of all characters to study this. (I elaborate more on this later, just wanted to mention this as theory proof over here).
I think that if Melfel and Malef were the same then the contrast between their two deaths would be so cool. The first time Malef "died" it was from selfishness and a desire to keep the research for himself by killing his co-researcher Holia. The second time Melfel dies it’s a selfless sacrifice to protect Elhaza and his work that he’s so passionate about. The near opposite cause of death, the growth and development and parallel is just mmmmmm it's perfect it just feels so fulfilling it all comes full circle.
Melfel is hinted to have had a tragic backstory centered around failure and not being enough.
“Roy: I know, Melfel. You just fool around with all your cowardly tricks, but your strength is well-hidden. You must have suffered, and harnessed that suffering for your power. And... now you’re fighting for your own reasons... right?
Melfel: ......”
When Roy calls him out for it it’s notably the only time the theatric, always talking Melfel is left speechless. This focus on inferiority and inner turmoil is so etched into Malef’s character that it pushes him to murder Holia and take all the credit for their research, it makes sense that this deep fear pushes Melfel to weaponize others’ trauma and insecurities because knows firsthand the devastating mental effects it can have on a person.
Ngl I don’t know the timeline very well and am not 100% certain when Mora saved Malef but for the sake of this spiel we’re gonna assume it was wayyy before Nogreth encountered Melfel.
Eventually Melfel and Elhaza met (which I believe was quite a long while ago, I headcanon he was the first one after the OG Nogreth crew to be recruited). Anyways, Melfel repeatedly cites Elhaza as his savior and all, so what if Elhaza quite literally reconstructed Malef’s body or gave him a new vessel to inhabit? I know he was technically saved by Mora, but he’s very much lacking a proper physical form. My man is just a ball of fire with limbs, his whole torso is gone. He was also condemned to servitude for Mora. Perhaps Elhaza gave him a proper physical form and was his second savior in a sense? I think that slaps. And of course in Melfel’s eyes the role of savior demands his servitude, so out of gratitude for being freed and fully restored, he moved to serve Elhaza and join Nogreth.
Additionally, Malef’s field of study was near identical to Elhaza’s goal: creating an ultimate being by extracting and utilizing demons’ powers. Perhaps Melfel was saved because of his knowledge overlapping with Elhaza’s research. It's clear that Shida values his research over anything, so to come across someone who may have knowledge and experience that can further that knowledge? He would try and recruit them in a heartbeat lmao. Idk it’s very cool and adds so much more connection and bonding material between them. It also serves as Melfel’s backstory and an explanation for why he’s so infatuated with Elhaza (besides being rly gay ofc).
This convo shows how Melfel is more familiar and able to understand the contents of Elhaza’s research, probably because of his researcher background as Malef (side note it also shows Elhaza and Melfel reassuring and checking in with each other,,, a small chill moment between them :,) )
“Melfel: After that, my alter ego was discovered in Akras.
Elhaza: Good, you played your role well.
Melfel: By the way... how is the plan going?
Elhaza: ...Everything is going according to schedule.
Melfel: That means more to me than anything~ Finally, Mr. Elhaza’s research is in the final stages~
Elhaza: ......
Melfel: Oops, I may have snooped a little bit. I’m sorry.
Elhaza: What you did... do you know what’s going on?”
Now is it possible to tie this all in with the Otherworld backstory that Rexona presents? I will try, but we can also just take the easy way out and pretend Rexona's lore drop doesn't exist because canon is a joke. Maybe Malef fled to the Otherworld?? idk it's possible. He would have to have given up everything to flee anyways, no research no status no nothing, he would be living it rough out there, which lines up with the low status Melfel found himself living in.
To add to my case on why this theory is based and would be so good if true: there can be a lot of parallels drawn between Shida and Malef. I touched on it earlier but their similar research into harnessing god/demon power to create an ultimate being is damn near identical, as well as their undying devotion to research above all else. So in a way, Shida can be seen as a foil of Malef, as he was successful whereas Malef was horribly disfigured and condemned to servitude. So Melfel's devotion to him could also be stemming or strengthened by the perception that Elhaza is everything he wanted to be as Malef, Shida possesses the success and power that he wanted to have. He was saved from his unfulfilling life by the embodiment of everything he wanted, how could he not fall in love with him? Melfel quickly chose to work under Nogreth likely because of her insecurity she felt for her failing research as Malef, perhaps seeing this as the closest way to meet that. Then eventually along the way, likely while she chimed in input from her own similar research, her research-related motives turned to a genuine love for Elhaza. Hell, it can also provide a case for Shida having genuine feelings for Melfel. He would naturally be closer to Melfel if they had research knowledge that interested him, and through those interactions maybe that interest moved away from research to Melfel themselves, similar to how Malef's obsession with research morphed into an obsession for Elhaza.
And of course the theme of rebirth/given a second chance and falling in love with your savior, I eat that shit up it’s just so good, it fits so well and adds more dimension to Melfel’s worship, Elhaza is literally his god in this scenario, he gave him a purpose in life and a second chance to prove himself. It doesn’t get gayer than that. Melfel’s obsession with his research also seems to curb away and begin to turn into an obsession with Elhaza. If this theory is true, Neo Orcus can be seen as a fusion of Malef and Elhaza’s research, it can be seen as the embodiment of Malef’s research that he killed and died and dealt with demons for. So to see Melfel grow tired of his work, but instead have that passion turn towards Elhaza… idk it shows some sort of growth I guess? More ties to the transition from Malef caring only about research instead of partnership to Melfel caring for partnership instead of research. It draws parallels to how much passion Melfel has, how fixated they become on what they deem to be more important than life itself. It even ties into the idea of Melfel understanding sacrifice through his love for Elhaza. He would be familiar with sacrifice for research, his whole work with Neo Orcus reiterates that, but sacrifice for people? Only when he falls for Elhaza and grows more devoted to him rather than his work does he finally decide to die for a person he loves. How much love is needed for that? It’s simultaneously tragic but… beautiful in a way.
Closing words & more Nogreth ideas
Is melfel/elhaza a healthy relationship? Probably not. Is it cool and sad and fascinating to look at? Absolutely.
Yeah, thanks so much for reading, I’ve been brain-rotting over this for a while and just wanted to scream about it. Melfel obsession hasn’t died yet, it’s only become more all-consuming. Now that brave frontier died, the characters just exist in my head like ocs due to no longer having the source material being accessible in its original form so they just. Consume all my thoughts. I treat them like left-behind dolls with interesting bits of history to build off of, as if this doc doesn’t reflect that.
Uhhh some extra Nogreth thoughts real quick to cleanse your palate: Shaia was painfully underutilized and unexplored, Hilda is a lesbian it’s so obvious, Barragan and Lanford are quite possibly even gayer than melfel/elhaza, the whole Zaad being a demonlord instead of Gustav debacle is hilarious alongside Hilda and Rene having to fight over their single Demonlord position, melfel canonically hates uwuspeak, and I want Hilda to crush my skull. Thanks for reading.
#ITS FINALLY DONE#FUCK THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT IM HAPPY#melfel#elhaza#shida#brave frontier 2#brave frontier#the way the otherworld revelation from rexona tore me apart#i wrote the conspiracy theory before I found the profile in the library#and I didn't want to scrap it because a: copium and b: it works so well#bf is literally gone so I think I can stretch and alter canon a little bit right?#long post
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Absolutely hate it when language classes aren't split into two groups only because there aren't enough people in class
Literally curb stomping people's education and skill growth for some arbitrary number
#thylacines can talk#ONE person left our classroom and suddenly we had to be put back into one group and english went from one of my favourite classes to#the most boring one we had. fucking ONE person. and advanced group was a lot smaller than the other group anyway and the person that left#wasnt even from our group!! literally what the fuck!!!!!!!!!#we went from fun engaging class to being done with our assigments in the first few minutes and then sitting around doing nothing while the#teacher focused on the other students. which for the record im not mad about. itd be WAY shittier if she focused on us and left the other#students in the dust. what i AM mad about though is the fact they ~had to~ put our groups together because of some idiotic number in the#system when we were literally ONE FUCKIG PERSON SHORT FROM BEING ALLOWED TO SPLIT INTO GROUPS#this is bullshit. just. why in the fuck would you do yhat? even if you had to couldnt you just let classes so close to the minimum#requirement be split up anyways??? im honestly not at all surprised. the school system doesnt give a fuck about its students.#its a good thing our english teacher was normal and reasonable because she COULD focus on the advanced group and let the other students#fend for themselves but she didnt. unlike our math teacher who only focused on the best students and didnt bother to help the others.#a good majority of our class had to get tutors for math. and when my grades went up and i finally started doing work in class because#i finally knew how to the bitch took the credit. 'see what happens when you pay attention in class' GOD I WANTED TO SLAP HER SO BAD AT THAT#MOMENT. she was such a bad teacher and the school didn't do shit about it even when we complained.#this has turned into a general school rant huh#anyway fuck the school system it doesnt give a fuck about its students. doesnt punish horrible teachers and if you have a different style#of learning or any kind of neurodevelopmental or learning disability WELL GOOD FUCKING LUCK THEN coz youre gonna need it#the school system absolutely fucked me over and for a long time i thught that i was just lazy but no i sctually love learning and i do#wonderfully when i get appriopriate accessibility. who would have thought. the fact that the only accessibility feature they give is 5-15#more minutes on tests is a fucking joke.#man why is it always the math teachers that suck so fucking much#both my middle school and technicial institute (is it what its called in english???) math teachers SUCKED. i always thought i hated math#but after dropping out and doing math in my free time through educational videos and shit i realised on this is actually very fun#provided your teacher doesnt fucking suck
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everyones all like wah i have wrist problems bc im an #Artist yeah well waht about ganglion cysts. Wheres my ganglion cyst gang at
#brot posts#i think this is the first time i puvlicly said whats wrong with me. lmao#and even then i have a weird version of it that like nobody else has 😔#everybody else can get a diagnosis instantly bc the cysts are very obviously visible outside#but not me baby it took me four doctors appointments and an MRI in both wrists to get a diagnosis#bc mine are so small and embedded deep inside#which also means that they tore my ligaments and caused so much more pain than normal ganglion cysts should (:#i was essentially walking around with chronically sprained wrists for like four years#i say was cuz i think the cysts have finally disappeared since i dont have flareups nearly as much/as bad as i used to#so whenever my wrists act up nowadays i think its probably just the. yknow. longterm side effects of having 4 year long sprains#i cant know for sure without another MRI and its been years since i last got one (for the initial diagnosis) so like. lol. whatever#wait i also had x rays done before the MRI. they obviously did not find anything in the x rays but i think i should mention that#they also had me get bloodwork done to test if i had LUPUS like#it took fucking forever to get a diagnosis it was wild 😭
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