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dcxdpdabbles · 8 months

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I love your writing. It's just the best. Seriously I check dc dp tags to see if you've written anything.

By the way, can you write anythng with another dc hero or maybe a villain? Maybe Superman or Captain Marvel(Shazam) or anything. You don't have to obviously, but it would be really cool if you did.

Oh gosh, thank you! I'm glad you like my rambles. I'm happy to write you a dabble! Hope you like!

Billy Batson was expecting a lot when the Wizard told him to only break the ice crystal in dire situations. He figured if the dying man had enough time to pass on thousands of years' worth of knowledge and store Old magical artifacts, then the Crystal had to be a last resort.

He also figured it wouldn't be so darn breakable. Billy felt they should have made the last resort a little steadier if it was so important.

But no, one accidental trip over his far too worn-out pants legs had the thing shattering like cheap glass.

Billy stares at the shimmering remains, his heart pounding in his chest as the soft green glow that had always come from the crystal fades away.

"Oh no. no, no, no. I can fix this. I can fix this. " He whispers to himself, falling to his knees and scooping up the pieces. He tries to reattach them, but the crystal melts in his palms. "I can't fix this."

All this because some jerk kicked him out of his old sleeping place, down by the docks. He had been squatting in Old Man's Jackson shed ever since the man finally bit the dust, and he had been so excited to have a building all to himself. Word must have gotten around somehow because he comes back from a Justice Leauge Meeting to find a sixteen-year-old rooting through his stuff.

As a homeless ten-year-old, Billy had scrambled to reclaim his possessions, including this critical crystal, jumping on the intruder with a war cry. He got a broken arm, a black eye, and a few bruised ribs for his troubles.

Thankfully he could walk away with most of his things as the teen sneered and screamed at him while he ran away.

It's not that Billy couldn't fight off the homeless teenager, but he didn't, and to go all Captain Marvel on some random citizen. Captain Marvel can go toe to toe with Superman, but plain old Billy Batson struggles to take kids his own age. He's always been smaller than his age group, not to mention hunger's damage to him.

He returned to the abandoned subway, stumbling down the dark tunnel. Billy didn't like the place- it was damp and cold and a little too open if someone else wandered in, but it was the only place he could go for the night on such short notice. He was thinking of asking Batman if he could take more shifts on monitor duty just so he could sleep at the watch tower.

Then his pants leg got stuck on a broken stair, and he fell, sending his dew earthly possessions into the air. Now he was, blinking away the spots from the beating the teenager gave him and a powerful artifact he promised the Wizard he keep safe, broken beyond repair.

Against his will, sobs start to shake his body. The more he fought to clear his eyes from the tears, the more he began to fall. He leans his forehead on the floor, uncaring how a piece of crystal cuts his skin, causing a trail of crimson to flow down his face. What's one more scar on his already broken body?

In a moment of weakness, he violently wishes he could run to his mom for comfort. It's a fantasy. She's long gone, buried next to his dad, and his uncle was somewhere warm spending their money.

The knowledge causes more despair, and he sobs harder.

Why does he have to be here hungry, without a home, when his father's brother didn't even bother to attend their funeral is living off of his inheritance? Living great, if all the zeros he saw on the check were any indication?

Life is genuinely unfair sometimes. That's why he took being Captain Marvel so seriously. Someone had to protect people from the cruelty of life.

A swirling green portal rips open underneath him just as the trailing thought of I wish someone out there wanted to protect me just as much.

His echoing scream, the swirling green, is the last thing Billy knows before everything goes black.

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Billy wakes to the sound of someone humming. He blinks open his eyes, fighting against the exhaustion and the siren call of slumber. The first thing he notices is the soft green of the walls, like the color of Easter eggs he used to paint with his Dad. He smiles at them.

It's his favorite color.

Then Billy notices his eyes getting heavy again as he slowly turns his head into the plush pillow and sinks into the warm blankets around him. His body is boneless in comfort, his eyes are closed, and he's just dropping off into dreamland when his mind finally notices that you're homeless and don't know this room. You're in danger!

Billy leaps off the bed like he's been shocked, throwing the two blankets on the ground. Glancing around, he's horrified to see he's in some kind of kid room- comics, toys, posters- all tailored to his tastes. He can even spot an archeology kit for kids sitting on a desk, just like the ones his parents used to buy him when he wanted to help out in their digs.

He always thought he actually found something in his little play rocks while waiting at one of the tents as his parents worked. They always beamed when he showed them the fake dinosaur bones he discovered in his kits.

He even has nice, fluffy pajamas. The kind that doesn't have buttons or zippers but is oversized, so they let him toss and turn in the night. His bottoms are a grey and black checker pattern, while the top has the Batman symbol proudly on the front.

Everything is perfect, from the decor, to his clothes to even the furniture placement.

It's the bedroom of his dreams.

Oh gosh, he has been Coraline-ed!

"Oh, Billy! You're up. Breakfast is ready and I just finished ironing your uniform." A man's voice says from the doorway. He swings his head around to see a man in his late twenties in an apron smiling at him. He's handsome, has fluffy black hair and baby-blue eyes, and practically embodies comforting vibes.

The other-mother.

"Who are you!?" Billy demands, fist raised. He can't go Captain Marvel with someone dead on staring at him- at least he risks his secret identity, but he has been on the streets long enough to put up a decent fight.

The man seems flabbergasted by his aggression which causes Billy to bristle until he slaps his own forehead.

"Right, forgot about the introduction. I'm Danny Fenton, and I will be your new guardian until you are old enough to care for yourself." Danny smiles, and the boy can't help but find it too pretty to be authentic. "As per your request as the champion of Magic."

Billy has been taken by someone who knows he's Captain Marvel. Which could be better on the one hand but on the other, it means he can do this.

"Shazam!" A bolt of lighting has him shifting into his adult form and flying a break neck speed towards the threat. He intends to punch Danny, but his fist is caught in Danny's palm like it's nothing.

Danny seems unimpressed. "Don't think you can Shazam yourself out of class, young man. Being a hero will cut your attendance, but I won't allow you to skip just because."

Calm yourself, child Batson Solomon says to Bill. King Phantom is here per your request for aid. He will not harm you.

What request!? I never called for him!

When you broke the Infinite Realms Crysta of distress, you called for someone to protect you like your caregivers once did. King Phantom is the most vigorous protective spirit in all the realms. He answered the call. Solomon replies. Billy can feel the god shift on his golden throne a sense of amusement. It's strange to know what the gods are doing without really seeing them He made a deal with the wizard to pose as your father until you are of age. You both are bonded by this Oath.

An oath. That made Billy feel a little better. He knows that once an Oath is made, no one in the parties involved can break it. If the Wizard had done one while borrowing Billy's body then Billy would be untouchable until the contract was done.

He has a new dad that would be bound by magic and the might of the six gods to protect him.

Billy was curious to know if that was a good thing or not. Being protected is not the same as being loved.

"Kid? You okay?" Danny asks.

"What is expected of me? What do you want me to do?" Billy counters, floating back a little now that he knows what's happening. An Oath is a two-way deal. If Danny had to pretend to be Bill's father, then Billy had to do something for Danny.

"Well, I expect you to have your teeth brushed and eat your breakfast before class, but something tells me that's not what you mean." Danny jokes with a chuckle. Billy frowns, which makes the humor on the man's face disappear. "In all honesty? You are my anchor. I haven't been in the material world for years. Not since my home dimension was destroyed by an asteroid. I missed it. I missed people."

Okay, nothing sinister. But he would never let this random stranger think he had the right to boss Billy around.

"You don't have to pretend to be my dad when we're alone. And you can't tell me what to do!" Billy hisses, expecting the man to get upset like other foster fathers had been before he ran.

Danny nods. "Sounds fair. Sorry for coming on like a fruitloop."

"A.....fruitloop?"

"A big fruitloop. One with a cat."

Right.

"You said my uniform. What uniform?" Billy asks to choose to come back to Danny's odd phrase later.

"Gotham Acadamy. I signed you up for classes-"

"We're in Gotham!? Why?!"

Danny tilts his head. "It's the only place with enough death to sustain me."

Billy is glad he is Captain Marvel right now. Otherwise, he thinks he would need more guts to ask. "Why do you need death?"

"Not death itself, more like the by-product. I need ectoplasm since I;;m a ghost." With a bright flash of twin rings, Danny shifts into a very obviously non-human form, and Billy's mouth drops.

"You're dead?!"

"So-and-so. I'm a halfa. A being dead and alive but at the same time neither" Danny rubs the back of his neck, twirling his small point tail nervously. "Yeah, it's a bit confusing. Sorry."

"It's fine....ugh so we just live in Gotham until I'm what eighteen?"

"Until your twenty." Danny winces at the glare Billy throws him. "Sorry, ghosts see adulthood as two decades for the living, two centuries for the dead. Since I'm both, I have to follow both and thus have to be your caregiver until you're twenty. I can portal you to Fawcett whenever you need to hero with the snap of my fingers. It'll be inconvenient, but I promise it will be better than the streets. And I will never, ever hurt you, Billy."

Billy crosses his arms, listening with half a ear as the gods start speaking at one, their voices and opinions a background noise he long learns to turn out until Atlas is louder than the rest.

I understand this might be a lot at once, young Batson, but accept King Phantom's help. You will no longer be alone. It is not easy carrying the world on your shoulders, trust me.

The god's words make Billy sure this is a good idea.

"Shazam!" With another burst of lighting, Billy is a kid again, stretching his neck back to make eye contact with the taller man. "Alright. You got yourself a deal .... again."

Danny grins, warm and delight dancing in his eyes. "Excellent! Lets's hurry then, we're supposed to arrive at your school early today to meet with a man in charge of your scholarship who is my new employer for computer software. That's our cover, by the way. We moved here after I got a job at the man's company."

"Who are we meeting?"

"Someone unimportant, I'm sure," Danny says, waving a hand. "My friend Clockwork set us up our background, we have the papers to prove everything."

Billy finds out that Danny really is from a different universe because how in the world could he claim Bruce Wayne as unimportant!

#dcxdpdabbles #Ghost Dad au #Danny adopts Billy #Then moves him to Gotham #Where he uses ghost magic to get a job with WE #Nothing sus here #HOPE YOU LIKE #I don't really know Billy's story line besides some comics so I blended the facts I do know about him for his backstory #Not Phantom Planet Canon

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tsukii0002 · 3 months

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A young adult Yuu

Yuu is isekaied into twisted wonnderlar, but they are a "independent" adult in their 20's, college ended and who is fighting for finding a job and survive.

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Crowley: ...

Yuu: ...

Crowley: ...

Yuu: Dude

Crowley: I can explain

Yuu: I left the washing machine on.

Crowley: Is that the problem?

Yuu: Are you going to pay my electricity bill?

Crowley: So you will stay here until we find a way to return you home.

Yuu: For free?

Crowley: Well, you'll have to be a janitor and take care of Grim *holding the creature*

Yuu: *gently picking him up* Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight... You want me to live here, for free, with housing, food and expenses included? Just to be a janitor?

Crowley: Exactly.

Yuu: And that I also have to take care of this cat?

Grim: I'm not a cat!!!!!!

Crowley: That is.

Yuu: Where do i have to sign to stay here for life?

Crowley: It's a bit rickety, but with a little effort and a smile, it will be livable… I think

Grim: It's in ruins!!!!

Yuu: *smiling* This is no worse than my last apartment.

Grim: And It have ghosts!!!

Yuu: *smiling even more* They are no worse than my last roommates.

Ace: *pushing Grim* Ups sorry janitors.

Grim: Watch where you are going!!!

Yuu: What would your mother think if she saw you like this?

Ace: What?

Yuu: So much effort and resources invested for your son to be a bully, what a disappointment.

Ace: Hey.

Yuu: Today's youth is misguided… *shaking their head*

Ace: HEY!!!

Seeing that Ace has tricked them into cleaning the windows.

Yuu: Tricked by a teenager…. wow.

Yuu: *meeting Deuce for the first time* My maternal instinct is awakening?

When they decide to go to the mines.

Ace: For an adult Crowey bullies you any way he wants.

Deuce: Ace!! that's rude.

Yuu: Ha ha, leave it Deuce, he's right.

Deuce: But-

Yuu: That's what the life of an adult is all about, letting yourself get trampled by other adults while trying to survive, as you enter that cycle and eventually become that adult you swore you'd never be when you were young.

Deuce: …

Ace: …

Grim: I think you broke them.

In the mines.

Yuu: Stay behind me.

Ace: Oh come on!

Yuu: I'm the adult!

Ace: You have no magic! Even the furball would be more effective.

Grim: Hey!

Deuce: Ace is right Yuu-san.

Yuu: Let me make myself useful damn it, and don't treat me like a sir, I'm still young!!!!

Grim, Ace, Deuce and Yuu running away from the ghost.

Yuu: Still better than my last roommate!!!!!

After getting the magic stone.

Ace: We survived!

Deuce: We won't get expelled from school!!

Yuu: *putting a hand on each boy's head and ruffling their hair* You guys did amazing.

Ace: *blushing* we couldn't have done it without you…..

Deuce: *blushing ever more* Yeah, Ace is right.

Yuu: *smiling* Still, I have no idea about magic but I think you guys will become great mages.

Grim: What about me?

Yuu: Of course, you too Grim *they heads for the portal*

Ace: *whispering* Didn't that feel too comforting?

Deuce: *whispering too* It's the recognition and validation of an adult.

Ace: What's wrong with Yuu?

Grim: *happy* They has been told that they will start being a student with me!!!

Yuu: *with a dead face* Great, I'm going to fulfill the dream of every recent college graduate… Back to high school

Deuce: They do not seem to be well...

Yuu: Someone please kill me.

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 10 months

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Witch/Demon AU

Where the reader is a witch and task force 141 are the demons you made a pact with. (Slight fantasy elements because of magic)

Warnings: demons (not religious tho), made up witchy things, pretty much just fluff for this one

Kinda long I just wrote stuff

It had been a mistake, a big one but a mistake nonetheless and now you were a witch with four different pacts to four different demons

You almost don't want to call them demons since they act pretty much like regular humans, especially since they have human jobs in the military

Almost

The boys will always remind you just who you made a pact with, whether that be by scaring you (unintentionally or not) or showing you the full capacity of their abilities

They're not over at your house very often since they work a lot but when they do have a break they will show up in your house unannounced

You've been startled before when you see Gaz chilling out on your couch watching TV or Soap is napping on your bed

Soap likes to spook you using mirrors or by showing up randomly

"Soap I'm in the shower!"

"And I'm dirty as hell scoot over."

Price doesn't visit often as Soap and Gaz do but you've noticed that the house gets a little warm when he does and you wonder if he does it on purpose of if that's just him

Ghost visits but he doesn't make himself known as often as you'd like

He's scared you more than once when you've spotted him in a corner or within the shadows of a dark room

They act like your house is their house

Technically, it is now that you have a pact with all of them but that doesn't stop you from being upset when they've eaten all your food and racked up your bills

"All of you have to start pitching in or I'm sending you back to wherever you came from."

Naturally they do it because you could easily do that to them

Having four pacts means you've become quite the powerful witch

Your magic is powerful

You can do a lot of spells that many witches can't and sometimes you have to be careful or else you could hurt yourself

They like watching you cast spells and do rituals, though they've gotten rid of the summoning ritual since you don't need any more pacts

The boys are very protective of you

Anyone deemed a threat to you will surely regret it and the only reason why they would still be alive is because you've told them they can't do it

You've come close to seeing their true forms, but they're quick to make sure you don't

"We just don't want to give you nightmares." Gaz smiles and you always look at his sharp teeth

All of them have wiggled themselves into your dreams before for the hell of it

They all refuse to possess you unless you ask them to, they may be demons but they have manners

You like it when they show their horns and tails because they're all unique to them

You're an unofficial member of Task Force 141

Overall, you gained four new friends who happened to be demons who have to do what you tell them to but they like you so they will anyway

Tags: @deadbranch @writeforfandoms @tiredmetalenthusiast @coleishere @xintothewoodswegox

A/N: pretty generic but maybe I’ll write four separate fics for each of them so they can get their love equally if you guys like it

#simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #ghost mw2 #captain john price #mw2 price #cod ghost #mw2 soap #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #gaz mw2 #mw2 gaz #kyle gaz garrick

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awritesthings1 · 4 months

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Silent Night

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Set the Christmas before World War 1, Tommy and you share a special moment on the front steps of Watery Lane.

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“Merry Christmas, Tom.”

The words were swept away by the shrill cry of the wind battering the powerlines above Watery Lane. Together, you sat nestled beneath a faint porch light as the snow blanketed the streets of Small Heath. Tommy leaned into your back, and you snuggled into his chest, with both his legs bracketing you in. The stars—which were hard to make out by how heavy the snow fell—vacated the sky for incandescent streetlights.

Tommy squeezed his arms around you in response, which were locked around your shoulders and clasped at your chest. His warm breath tickled the hairs on your neck. You involuntarily shivered, although he mistook it for the cold, pressing a firm kiss to your pulse. Your back curled delightfully into the warmth of his body and overcoat.

The only Christmas lights you would get to see in 1913 were candles perched on windowsills and streetlights that faded in and out depending on how hard the snow fell. None of it mattered, though. You survived another year in Birmingham, which was enough to be grateful for. Your body hummed lowly like a cat, purring as you admired the stark white flakes falling a breath away from your boots. Tommy’s eyelashes brushed against your skin as he shielded them in the valley of your neck and shoulder.

Muffled music played through the walls across the street. Silhouettes danced through the windowpanes, back and forth, around and forward.

For Christmas, Tommy gifted you a long, soft, red scarf. You wore it around your neck, but it hung loosely due to Tommy’s insistent nose nudging it down. The side that draped over your lap, you used to wrap around your hands like mittens for warmth.

“We should get back,” you whispered behind heavy eyelids.

Tommy hummed into your neck but didn’t make any further movement. You couldn’t blame him either. The period leading up to the holiday season was nothing short of exhausting. Polly needed to gather enough food to feed the mouths around the table, Tommy needed to find small gifts for everyone to open, and Arthur needed to win enough bets to pay for firewood. And you? You tried to shrink beneath the floorboards to feel like less of a burden because you were left under Polly’s care five Christmases ago by your father, who had decided to pack up his things and move across the pond for better job opportunities. He promised to send money back to Polly to pay for your needs, but she was still waiting on the first payment all these years later.

You shifted into Tommy’s embrace, turning around so that you could peck him on the lips. Cheekily, he held the back of your neck and kissed you back more eagerly. You couldn’t help the smile that formed at his sudden passion, but you pulled away nonetheless, not wanting to be caught sucking face on the front doorsteps by any of the Shelby family members or by passersby. When you drew back enough to see his face, you saw the way his eyelids blinked low and slow. The blue in his eyes was frozen into a dull gray, like how you imagined a translucent ghost might be.

You brushed the longer part of his hair back and felt his temperature with the back of your hand. He was burning up, despite the cold weather.

“Let’s go inside, Tom." You smiled gently, briefly letting your nose press into his collar for warmth as you hugged him.

He grumbled something unintelligible, but let you pull him to his feet. Instinctively, his hand went to the small of your back as you both shuffled inside, where the smell of Polly’s Christmas mince pies greeted you. By the time you were wrapped up in a blanket and cuddled together in front of the fire, the pies were still warm, and the magic of Christmas still remained. The night went on; Arthur told some amusing stories to Ada and John; Finn fell asleep on the floor; and Polly carefully slipped a cushion beneath his head. And even if nothing terribly remarkable happened, the Christmas of 1913 wormed its way into your heart, where it would remain for many years to come.

A/N: I have a longfic ready to publish but I'm holding it hostage because I don't want it to get lost in the holiday fics lol. Also I have a tag list so leave a comment if you want to be tagged in any new Tommy fics I write :)

Taglist: @fairytale07 , @ilovepeoplesdads , @goblinjnr , @maliceofwonderland .

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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OMG NAVYYY HII HOW ARE YA😭😭😭 ever since i watched seb's scene in ghosted ive been so... well... there's no way to say this diplomatically but anyways it got me thinking- you know god spends a lot of time waiting.. for his targets or sum shit.. he must get... bored(wink wink) ya know??? so maybe sometimes his gf comes along with him.. to keep him company.. in that car😏😏😏 and i dont think i need to say anything else you can work ur magic✨✨✨

ANYWAYS BYE LOVE YOU ❤️

Not too bad, nonnie! Hope you're well and hope you enjoy this.

Gentle Sin

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: You keep God company. Word Count: Over 1.05k Warnings: S/mut, c/ockwarming, p/ossessive behavior, talk of v/iolence, God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Um. This was unexpected! Happy Sinday, lovelies? 🔥 Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It wasn't unusual for God to hide in vehicles or other places to track and collect whatever criminal or individual he was responsible for. The private agent possessed a certain level of patience suited for his job. It didn't mean he always enjoyed waiting, even when the payoff was more than enough. Which is why you were only half surprised when you got a message to meet him in the back of some random car.

"Come keep my cock warm, Angel."

It wasn't a suggestion and his demands weren't something for you to ignore.

"You know one of the things I love about you? You act as if this isn't where you belong, but your pussy knows exactly who she belongs to."

Fucking traitor.

You breathed in and out slowly through your nose as two of his fingers slid across your tongue. He hardly spoke a word when you showed up in the darkened parking lot, both of you careful not to draw too much attention to yourselves as you shuffled around in the backseat. He didn't have to tell you to lose the panties. They were gone the moment he reached out.

"Did you know there are two main reasons why it's painful for people to wait for things?" he asked, changing the subject.

Loves the sound of his own voice.

"Mmm," you replied, unable to say anything with his fingers pushing deeper into your mouth. What would he do if you bit them? You could figure that out another day.

"One reason is the unknown. They don't know what's coming and they can't stand it," he said, rolling his hips beneath you. Your warm pussy didn't seem to distract him from his mission, the gun in his other hand ready for him to use. "The other is dealing with something they don't want to deal with in the first place."

You moaned when he brought his mouth to your neck and dragged it along your skin, the light scratch from scruff bringing goosebumps to the surface. Every sound you made, every clench of your wet walls fueled his ego. The sin he carved into you was gentle in comparison to the wrath you knew he unleashed on others.

You were special in his eyes.

"You think you know what's coming, Angel, but I have a surprise for you," he said as he removed his fingers.

"And what's that?" you asked, wondering if he planned on using his ring tonight. "Me coming on your cock and you coming inside me? Not much of a surprise."

Was it too much to admit you loved how he filled you to the brim? That you craved when he spilled hot and thick inside you and claimed every inch of you as his? But you carried power, too. Your cunt did wonders on this man and it was a weapon you enjoyed wielding.

He brought his wet fingers under your skirt with a grunt, seeking out your clit with an expert touch. You didn't have to see the smirk on his face when you arched your back to know it was there. It was a look engraved in your mind the moment he made you his. "That's not the unknown. We already knew the night would end like that because I always get you off."

Cocky bastard. I get you off, too.

"Then what is it?" you asked, whimpering as he teased your bundle of nerves. Your essence soaked the curls as the base of his cock at this point as he tapped the glass with the gun.

"Your ex-boyfriend skipped bail," he answered, his voice softer and deeper than before. "I don't have to tell you his name and I better not hear you say it."

You managed not to shriek when he pinched your clit, a ripple of pleasured pain causing your toes to curl. You knew exactly who he was talking about and it was one of the reasons he was your ex. Funnily enough you'd end up with someone who is both worse and better. "God, is that why you wanted me here?"

He had no lesson to teach you because you did nothing wrong.

"Partially why. You'll worship no one else before me and I want you to remember that," he said, tapping the glass again like he wasn't playing you like a finely tuned instrument. You wanted to point out you didn't even know the bounty hunter when you dated your ex, but you bit your tongue. "And I have to wonder if I'll shoot my load into you before or after I shoot him."

Was he going to kill him for merely skipping bail? Wasn't he supposed to bring him in alive? Why did the thought scare you and turn you on?

You gripped his arm for purchase when your body began to shake. During one of his ramblings to you, he mentioned he attuned his senses to everything around him. The orgasms he pulled from you proved that and you understood where some of his confidence came from at least. He also knew how to keep you on the edge without sending you over.

God, just let me finish.

"My beautiful, wet angel. Does that get you off? Knowing I want to shoot someone just because they touched you?" he lightly taunted, pressing an affectionate kiss against your shoulder. "Wasn't the tune you sang when I shot your partner, but I changed that, didn't I?"

"Don't talk about him," you snapped.

"Still sore about me doing my job?"

You shut your mouth. You couldn't fault him for that, but it was bad enough you willingly slept with the guy who killed your partner. Would good sex ease your guilty conscience?

"Well, your ex has no idea what's going to happen and he doesn't want to face his crimes. Too fucking bad," he said, pulling his fingers away as you teetered on the edge. "And I want him to see what it's like for a god to take you apart. I want him to see you're mine now. Then I'll take him in. After shooting him for good measure."

He shoved his fingers back in your mouth before you could respond.

"That's it. Taste your sin on my fingers. Plenty more where that came from before the night is through."

I couldn't help myself! Love and thanks for reading. 💙

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 26 days

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Re: the previous anon asking about ramshackle, my personal hc is that it used to be the staff's dorm (I could be completely wrong, I haven't read the early books in a while). Then, when Crowley took over from the previous headmaster, he didn't hire any new staff and instead let the non-teaching current staff retire/quit/otherwise leave their positions and then employed ghosts (since they don't really need a place to "live" (ba dum tss)), and left Ramshackle to fall into disrepair. Whether or not these ghosts were the old staff or were just looking for jobs is up in the air (and also opens a whole can of worms about ghost economics, but I'm not willing to get into that here) For some reason he still hires living teachers and Sam, but I'm not sure if we ever get any details on where they live during the school year.

[Referencing this post!]

I went back into the prologue to check! The dialogue seems to suggest that Ramshackle used to house students. The Ramshackle Ghosts mention that people used to live there, then Crowley tells us "the ghosts scared away all the students." (Note that Crowley does not say “the ghosts scared away all the students AND staff.”) Thinking about it, staff lived at Ramshackle, well... it might be a little strange to have students visit them at their living quarters instead of in the classroom or their offices if they need academic assistance. Most likely Ramshackle served a similar function as the other dorms: student housing.

As for where staff stay… There was one line dropped by Crowley in the second Halloween event which implies the (current) staff may live off campus. I talked about it in this post!

We’re not sure exactly how long Crowley has been headmaster for or when Ramshackle exactly fell into ruin 🤔 I wonder if the main story (or extra materials/content) will cover that… We don’t even know if there was even a previous headmaster or if Crowley was just always the headmaster. From how he speaks (ie being salty at the 99 lose streak to RSA and honoring Lilia’s invite to NRC despite being hundreds of years later), it feels like Crowley has been in charge for a long ass time. It could be that he’s honoring his predecessor’s legacy or wishes, but he seems to personally be making the shots or reacting in a way that’s quite emotionally invested for someone who is newly taking up the mantle.

Mmmm, I wonder if it’s really as simple as Crowley letting the current staff go…? I’d imagine most can’t afford to quit their job or retire on the spot (unless he incentivized them to leave with a generous severance package). I do think employing ghosts in the place of living people to do odd jobs may be more cost effective though, seeing as ghosts have far fewer living expenses than the living. (No need for housing, food, most material possessions, etc.). Crowley could thus justify paying them less/j Although… This is also most likely an efficient way for the devs to reuse assets and not have to design unique characters or more mobs to fulfill the roles of odd job NPCs.

There is lore which states that ghosts are attracted to areas that are concentrated with magical energy, which may explain why NRC has so many ghosts lurking around. I wonder if Crowley just happened to notice all the ghosts lurking on campus (rather than actively seeking them out) and wanted to give them something fulfilling to do with their time, hence the jobs. (Do ghosts even have a need for employment or money when they don’t really have physical demands??? What would they even buy with their earnings, if they’re being compensated at all?) Some ghosts, like the ones that work in the cafeteria, seem to be brought in from the outside to serve more specific roles (ie as Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles instructors and cafeteria staff). The Ramshackle Ghosts though… I’m not sure about their origins?

So the Ramshackle Ghosts have taken up residence in the dormitory, but we don’t have much in the way of their history. It could be that they were random ghosts that migrated to NRC due to its magical draw?? Other unrelated ghosts seem to have been drawn to Ramshackle in the past (such as Eliza and her ghostly entourage in Ghost Marriage). Some have theorized the Ramshackle Ghosts are dead students, but the closest thing we get to proof of that is a line from book 2. One of the Ramshackle Ghosts says that he was a star magift/spelldrive player when he was alive—but this does not inherently imply he was a student, since the sport is very popular and widely played by mages, student or not.

There’s still so many mysteries wrapped up in Ramshackle… 🔍

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #disney twst #Ramshackle Ghosts #Lilia Vanrouge #Dire Crowley #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #twisted wonderland theory #Eliza #Ghost Bride

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While the climax of Dunmesh [here’s your warning for spoilers] gives us an extremely thorough look into Laios’s psyche and his own desires, we don’t actually know that much about Falin, despite her “death” kicking the entire story into motion. The only bits of Falin we get to see are through the lens of other characters, who inherently show us their own biased perceptions of her. I’d go as far to say that Falin is actually the character in Dungeon Meshi who’s true desires we know the least about!

We know with absolute certainty at least a few things: Falin is gifted with powerful magic, wants to follow behind and travel with her brother who she deeply respects, loves her friend Marcille, likes fruits and creams, loves insects and is curious about monsters, once again like Laios… most of the things we learn about Falin are things that she has in common with her brother, but what does SHE want, deep down? How does she feel about everything? I don’t think we’ll fully get an answer to that question before the manga is over. This is definitely on purpose though, and has even been hinted at in the text (which I’ll get to later).

In my opinion the main difference between Falin and Laios is that Falin doesn’t want to hurt anyone besides herself (for the sake of others, and she barely knows who that self is) and Laios wants to hurt anyone who he “doesn’t like” (anyone who endangers him and those he loves). Both of these feelings stem from the same shared events of their childhood where they both began to feel “disconnected” from humanity so to speak, but they reacted to it in opposite ways.

Where Laios stubbornly ran away and refused to deal with being hurt and surrounded by hurt, Falin, who we rarely see making choices based on any desires for herself (staying in the academy for 8 years after being sent by her father despite not thinking it’s for her, nearly agreeing to marry Shuro just so that she doesn’t have to deal with being asked later, etc.), doesn’t object to anything she’s subject to because the only person being “hurt” in these scenarios is herself, which to her is acceptable. She accepts the fact that she’s considered “othered” extremely easily, and this reflects openly in both her behavior and in the few things we know about her: she connects with and cares deeply for spirits despite being ostracized, admires insects and monsters like her brother, and is even fine planning to take on a job that’s revered in her hometown. To Falin, being “othered” is more normal to her than the alternative

The only people in Falin’s life that make her feel like *more* than just an outsider are Laios and Marcille. As a result Laios and Falin end up with similar sounding mindsets on the surface; "As long as [the people I love] are okay, I don't care about anything else" — but underneath, they actually manifest completely differently! Where Laios “doesn’t care about people”, Falin cares deeply about them despite barely being treated as one.

The only *active* decision from Falin we see that most obviously reflects her deepest desires is her choice to die for those she loves, which I think says a lot about her.

I think that if Laios is “a human who wants to become a monster” because he hates humans due to his past, the most obvious foil to him is Kabru, “a human who wants to destroy monsters” because of his past in Utaya (and feeling like a monster himself). Thinking of them as two ends of a spectrum, in the grey middle ground of this is where I think I’d put Falin.

She’s simultaneously a human made subhuman, a monster made to follow Thistle, a “ghost” of her former self haunting Laios and Marcille — she really IS the absolute epitome of a “chimera”.

The Lion cursing Laios was the “hinting in the text” I talked about earlier: forcing his deepest desire into something seemingly impossible to achieve, a chimera. The surface level conclusion when reading this is that Falin won’t be revived, but I seriously don’t think it’ll be that simple in the end. After all, a chimera is multifaceted.

My hope for the final chapter of Dungeon Meshi is that, *if* by some chance Falin is revived, she will finally have to grapple with not only having to look deep within herself to answer all of these things for her own sake, but also with having the one opportunity in which she chose to use any sort of agency to act upon her deepest desires not only be completely reversed, but also hurting so many people in the process. When Falin is revived in the Red Dragon arc, she doesn’t even remember sacrificing herself for her friends — but she promises Laios to never do it again, falling back into her typical submissive obedience. How would she react the second time? Will we even get to know? Something tells me, probably not.

#dungeon meshi spoilers #Oh big whoop the guy whos name is chimera is fascinated by the chimera #Anyway i wrote all of this to say reducing falin to ‘haunting the narrative’ is to reduce her to nothing. thanks #I wrote this like an article on my website so just pretend i’m well enough to be on my pc ok ?#I hope the last page of dungeon meshi is falin opening her eyes and then the story ends #dm

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The Last Time of Many

My boyfriend Simon and I had hired a painter to come and to come re-paint the walls of our apartment. He was very punctual, arriving perfectly on time and getting straight to work with no hassle. My guess was that it was because he was part of a small and new family business so they needed to make good impressions.

I watched as he tapped up any edges that wouldn’t want painting over before pulling out his painting gear and cracking opened the tin of white paint. But I wasn’t focused on how good of a job he was doing. How could I be when my eyes were glued to those biceps! Watching how they stretched the sleeves of his shirt. The same shirt that was tight enough to show off his modest pecs and that, undoubtedly hairy, belly that were hiding underneath. Not to mention those blue shorts which left very little to the imagination.

It seemed my boyfriend was thinking the same thing as he blurted out. “Now that’s a great ass!” Fortunately for us, the painter was none the wiser as Simon could only be seen and heard by me. It was a long story but a few years back he’d gotten himself turned into a ghost after messing with some weird magic ritual shit. At first we weren’t exactly sure what to do or how we’d continue being together if we couldn’t touch or even talk in public without me looking insane. That is until Simon discovered a new ability that his ghostly form had granted.

I gave Simon a look but naturally I couldn’t say anything. Thankfully I didn’t need to. An almost sinister grin spread across Simon’s face upon seeing me glance between him and the burly man a few times. We’d done this enough times for him to know exactly what I was signalling. “Mmmm you don’t need to tell me twice babe.”

The painter, who’s name was John, was blissfully unaware as he simply did the job he was hired to do. Gliding the paint roller back and forth across the wall as Simon crept up behind him. He walked around the man for a minute or so like a predator scanning it’s prey. “Ohhh yeah. This’ll do nicely.” He stated as his gaze fixated momentarily on the bulge in the front of John’s shorts.

“Hey uhh…You know where that draft is coming fro-OOOOMMMMHHHAA…” John was swiftly cut off as Simon started pushing himself inside the gentle giant’s body from behind. That was always his favourite way to do it. I’d seen it happen so many times now. Simon says it’s because entering from behind makes it feel like you’re slipping into a costume but in the best way possible.

“WHAATT THE FUUUCCKKK!…” John managed to roar as Simon began his takeover. Slowly pressing his smaller invisible body inside John’s much larger frame. Gradually filling out John’s limbs with his own spirit and taking control of them one by one. Those thick legs were first on the list so Simon could stop John from falling in all the panic. Next were those strong arms as they suddenly stopped flailing around, instead stretching out to the sides for a moment as if Simon where putting them on like a jacket. After that was Simon’s favourite part. He thrust his ghostly hips and with one mighty slam he found his ghost cock filling out John’s fat fleshy one and causing an instant hard-on to tent the front of John’s shorts. Once that was done he felt himself settling comfortably into his new ass and torso before finally pushing his head inside, silencing Johns groans at last as Simon took the drivers seat…

“How does he feel Simon?” I asked as I watched the man before me stretch his neck a little before looking down at himself with a lustful smirk. Without even saying a word he yanked off John’s shirt and tossed it at me. I would’ve stopped to give it a sniff if I wasn’t so focused on the show in front of me. A show I’d seen many times before with many different men. Simon pinching, groping and smelling his newly acquired form. Feeling it out and getting used to all its unique sensations.

“Fucking amazing!” He finally replied. “So tall and thick. Nice and hairy. Great beard. Not to mention a fat cock by the feel of it.” He reached down and gripped the obscene bulge, shaking it a little to tease me. And by god did it work as I felt my already tight pants growing even tighter. “Annnnd just before I forget…” He swiped up Johns phone before marching over to the mirror and taking a hot picture of his new stolen body.

“Now sending that to you. Don’t forget to add it to the folder of dudes I’ve possessed.”

“Will do… but first how about you get over here and prove to me just how fat that cock is big guy.” I winked and I certainly didn’t need to tell him twice. Simon marched towards me with heavy footsteps as he adjusted to his new weight. However it didn’t take long for him to grab ahold of me and press me against the wall before mashing our lips together. The scent of John’s pine scented deodorant mixed with a faint manly musk perforating my nostrils. Feeling his bulge pressing against mine. Fuck… it was making knees weak. I loved it when he got so dominant like this. Though it wasn’t surprising considering how he towered over me in this body.

When the two of us finally parted, our eyes made contact once again. Even though they were Johns eyes I could still tell that it was my boyfriend behind them, staring back at me lovingly. “So. How long do you think we should keep this hunk?” He asked while taking a hold of my hands and guiding them across his new body. “A day? A week?…” He leaned in a little closer. “Forever?…” Needless to say I was surprised to hear that.

“Forever? Do really think that would be possible?” I asked, not quite sure what to make of such a hypothetical.

“Why not? I’ve never had any trouble keeping control of a body before. Plus I always wished I could’ve been a bigger dude like John here when I was alive.” Simon explained while sliding my hands up towards his furry chest where he encouraged me to knead his soft pecs a little. “Think about it. Wouldn’t it be nice for us to just live normally again rather than me jumping from man to man. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love possessing dudes but I also love just being alive with you and actually seen by everyone.”

I didn’t really know what to say. On one hand it seemed like a pretty big decision. To just hijack a whole new life permanently. But then again the thought of Simon living out the rest of his days with me as this big lovable bearish hunk was certainly appealing to say the least.

“Hey we don’t have to decide now. I know there’s a lot of complicated shit we’d have to deal with like this dudes wife and family. So for now let’s just have some fun and talk about it more later yeah?” He smiled before kissing me again, softer this time. Sure it seemed crazy but the more I thought about it, the more I think all that hassle would be worth dealing with if it meant waking up to that adorable bearded mug every morning.

“But maybe as a test run you could try calling me John instead of Simon as we fuck.” He chuckled before pulling me along towards the stairs. As I followed behind him I couldn’t help but stare at that amazing new bubbly ass he’d inherited. Practically jiggling with every step he took. God I hoped he was gonna let me mount that…

#male possession #male body theft #possession #identity theft #straight to gay #permanent #dad #magic #hairy #bearded

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 8 months

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Hii, can you please do the batchlor/ettes with an s/o what can do magic(any) and how willing they are to learn magic(any)

(P.s how you wrote the last 2 of my requests were Amazing! I really like your work! <3

-anon🌙

Bachelor/ettes Whose S/O Knows Magic (+ How Willing They are to Learn It)

Slowly working my way through these requests. Hi, 🌙! Glad to hear you liked my stuff. These are pretty short just because I wanted to get them out. I forgot about the whole monsters being magic part until I got to Abigail's section but i just decided to ignore it because I could not be bothered to rewrite everything.

TW: Injury mentions, break-up mention, mental crisis mention

Bachelors:

Sam

I feel like Sam does and doesn't believe in magic. I don't really know how to explain it. I mean, we know he has an interest in UFOs because of the book in his room, but I don't know about magic per se. I think he would be very excited to find out it's real, though. He would immediately want to know all the cool stuff you can do with it and what it's capable of. Expect him to ask you to teach him.

Sam is very willing to learn magic. He's a risk-taker; he's gotten his fair share of cuts and scrapes over his life. What's a little magic gonna do?

"Woah, what was that?"

Elliott

I think if any of the bachelors were to already be aware of magic it would be Elliott. He lives alone in a shack on the beach right next to where the ghost of the Old Mariner lives, so surely he's seen him at least once, right? And if he has, he'd know not everything is what it seems. So, when he finds out you do magic, he's a lot more relaxed--still surprised, but relaxed.

He's a little hesitant to learn magic, simply because of how dangerous it can be. But with the right guidance, he'd warm up to it. Deep down he wants to learn it, too. Imagine the writing possibilities!

"Careful, dear! Doctor Harvey won't be happy if you hurt yourself!"

Sebastian

Sebastian does not believe in magic. Does he enjoy stories that feature it? Yes. And does he want it to be real? Absolutely! But he just doesn't think it is. So, when he finds out it is and his partner is someone who uses it, he's very, very confused. Expect Sebastian to sort of back up a bit when he finds out. He trusts you, but not the magic. Just give him time and an explanation.

Sebastian is less willing to learn magic than Elliott or Sam. He's read enough fantasy books to "know" the dangers of it. He's worried about you using it. Definitely don't use it at home--he doesn't want the house to burn down.

"So...How does this work?"

Harvey

Harvey's very science-based; he's a doctor, so his whole job (and life by that extension) revolves around being scientific. As such, he doesn't believe in magic. But like Sebastian, he'd like for it to be real. So, when he finds out his S/O is actually magic, he has a bit of a crisis. Depending on what type of magic you practice and how it affects you and other people, he'll be very worried about people's health and will likely "ban" you from using it around others (or even in general!).

So, yeah, Harvey's going to be very hesitant to learn magic. He does not want to mess around with the risk of hurting himself or others. The only magic you'd probably be able to get him to do is something much safer. Perhaps plant-based magic? All he'll be hurting is a shrub, as long as it won't hurt him too bad.

"Are you--are you sure you want to do this?"

Shane

We know from his dialogue in the game that Shane does not believe in magic at all. He's more science-based than Harvey. He doesn't really believe in anything other than nothing. So, he has an even worse crisis when he finds out magic is real. And that crisis is doubled by learning his partner was well aware of it and even used it! You need to give him a lot of explanation.

Unlike Harvey, however, I feel that Shane would be much more interested in actually learning magic once he gets over his crisis. He doesn't care as much for his health, so if it's just him it's affecting he doesn't really care. And who doesn't want to be able to shoot fire from their hands?

"Holy shit! Did you see that?"

Alex

I headcanon Alex is really gullible. If you have a good enough way of words, he'll believe magic is either real or not real (though he leans towards not real). He's still confused as all hell when he finds out it's real-real, but I digress. He's still worried for your health, but he's definitely excited at the same time.

Alex would love to learn magic! He'd think it's so cool. When you offer he accepts immediately. He likes to show off his strength when he's practicing. He probably doesn't even use magic to help him carry things just so he can boast his raw strength.

"Hey, Farmer! Check this out!"

Bachelorettes:

Penny

Penny's a big believer in magic. She has been ever since she was a little kid. Fairies are her favourite magic creature, but she likes anything involving it. So, when she finds out her partner practices magic, she's over the moon!

Penny also believes magic takes a lot of skill to master, so she's a little shy to start learning it. But deep down, that little girl inside of her is ecstatic. Eventually, she warms up to the idea and decides to learn it. Though, there is a lot of screaming involved every time the fire comes a bit too close.

"Sugar, I'm not so sure about this."

Leah

Leah doesn't believe in magic, but like many others on this list she'd like for it to be real. I know I headcanon Leah as a very relaxed person, but she's still pretty shocked to learn it's real. You definitely have to do some explaining. Of course, Leah wonders how magic could be integrated into her art. Could she make a living artwork?

So, she naturally accepts the offer to learn. I think Leah would pick it up really quickly for someone who previously didn't know of its existence. She's got an open mind and has an easier time grappling the concepts of learning it. It still takes time, but she gets there.

"Hey, look at this magic sculpture I made. It's dedicated to you."

Abigail

Abigail does believe in magic. She's one of the few people who's taken the time to research ancient monsters and actually know that what they're capable of isn't normal. It's part of the reason why she wants to go into the mines; just to witness it. So, she jumps at the idea to learn magic and is astounded to find out her partner knows it.

Abigail's pretty rusty compared to other people learning magic. But she doesn't let that stop her! Her determination is through the roof. She'll practice all day and night--save for snack breaks--for as long as she can. You might even get annoyed at all her nagging to learn more.

"Do you think I could enchant my sword?"

Maru

Maru, like Harvey, only knows science. Her whole world is basically flipped upside down when she learns her partner of all people is a magic-user. Expect a lot of confused noises when she catches you spinning water to clean the dishes. You have a lot of explaining to do. Why--how is this real? And why didn't you tell her?

Once everything is explained to her and she gets some time alone to process it all, Maru's excited to learn magic. She may not understand it fully, and that may cause a lot of discomfort for her, but she still wants to learn. Like Leah, Maru wants to know how she can apply it to her craft. Could she make working machines without having to use any power? And how could this better the environment and humanity?

"What...What was that?"

Emily

Emily is at least super spiritual. Whether she thinks it's possible for people to lift water out of the river without anything touching it is a different question, but she does think that singing to plants helps them grow on a relationship basis. Emily probably has the easiest time understanding it all. She just wants to make sure you're safe using it.

With her open mind, she has an easier time understanding everything. Emily's most interested in learning telekinesis. Imagine how useful that would be! Being able to move things with your mind would help drastically in both everyday life and also just for fun! But any magic she gets to learn is magic enough.

"Oh, I knew it!"

Haley

Haley is the opposite to her sister. Where Emily is kind and understanding, Haley is rude and black-and-white. At least at first. By the time she's gotten a partner, she's a lot more open-minded. But don't let that fool you; she's still not having an easy time understanding it all! To be honest, she probably reverts back to her old self for a period of time to cope with it all. She might even consider a break-up!

Once she gets over it all, though, she slowly works her way towards learning it. She's definitely not super keen, but it seems useful enough. To be honest, part of her is thinking of shoplifting some expensive clothes with it. But she quickly brushes that thought away. Once she gets the hang of it, she enjoys showing off her skills to other people (if they can know).

"I'm sorry, what?!"

-~-~-

I'm trying to put the quotes back into my posts because they were fun to make. But it's hard getting back into the characters' headspace to do so. Hopefully I'll get to it, though!

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vaguelyapeanutbutterandjelly · 10 months

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We Can't Leave Now.

Ghost x M!Reader Warnings: Angst, Hurt no Comfort, Implied Character Death A/N: I was gonna try and upload regularly and be super cool but that clearly didn't happen. Sorry if this is a bit late after my last fic :] Ghost is in his feels after you get pronounced MIA (And assumed to be extremely dead)

Pacing back and forth, Ghost huffed before leaning into his radio again, "(Name), how copy?" He felt liked this was the thousandth time he'd asked, only to be met with silence. It was eerie looking around the quiet street. Seeing bullet holes in walls and bodies sitting just below them. A hour ago the 141 was fighting for their lives to move through the men here. The sound of gunfire, screams and people barking orders on both sides filled the air. But now? Utter silence. As if the town was abandoned, Ghost swayed slightly where he stood. Choosing to avert his eyes to Price when he saw a small hand peeking from the rubble of a building.

Price was talking to the evac pilot before he noticed Ghost staring him down. He said something into his radio before walking over to the Lieutenant, "Ghost what's the word on (C/S)?" He asked gruffly, his eyes scanning the horizon for you like you'd magically appear after being radio silent. It was Price's job to keep a cool head and think about survival first. Keep the team alive no matter the cost, and they'd already been waiting for you for far longer then he'd feel comfortable with. Each second they stayed here they risked having enemy backup coming and finishing the job. You'd split from the team during the start of the fire fight. Ducking into a building for cover that collapsed into a pile of dust, cement and metal beams. No one knew where you were or if you even lived long enough to make it out of that building. Nobody wanted to say it, but the entire 141 was already assuming what your fate had been. Ghost let out a short grunt, acknowledging Price before leaning back into his radio. Holding it tighter then he was before as a pit formed in his stomach, "(C/S). How. Copy." He strained through gritted teeth as he saw Prices face grow uneasy. Price turned, grabbing onto his vest as he looked at Gaz and Soap sitting down against a wall, cracking jokes and talking despite how visibly exhausted they were. Blissfully unaware of the building panic in Ghost, and the call that Price was about to make. "We don't have enough time to look for him, evacs on its way and enemy reinforcements could be here any minute." Price sighed as he turned back to Ghost, no happier about it then the masked man was. Ghosts eyes widened as he stared at his Captain, his body becoming rigid as he read the implications what he said had. "What are you suggesting?" Ghost seethed through gritted teeth. Not even close to comfortable at the idea of just, leaving. Not without you, not without bringing you home. Price let out a long sigh, looking up to Ghost and simply shook his head. Somewhere deep down Ghost knew that Price was right. Saving the life of many was always going to beat saving the life of one.

But he refused to except it, he refused to bury a picture. "Ghost you know we can't stay longer, we're not going to survive if more men come. If he doesn't show up when evac comes-" Price began to try and reason with him. Ghost stepped forward, using his height advantage despite it not affecting Price he interrupted, "So we're just going to leave him here? You're going to let him die out here and just leave?" Prices expression changed into one Ghost couldn't decipher. Before anyone had a chance to say anything Prices radio crackled to life. The pilot's voice echoed through the tense silence explaining that she was close and planning on landing in the town center. On cue the entire team heard the helicopter flying through the air as it approached the town. Price looked up at Ghost, his skeleton glove clad hand gripping his own radio so tight Price was surprised it didn't break. Saying a small "Understood" into his radio, Price turned around to signal Gaz and Soap to stand up and follow him. Soap piped up as Price did, "Wait, where's (C/N), why are we leavin' without him." The scot questioned as he jogged to keep up with Price. "(C/N) is," Price paused, looking back at Ghost as he stood where Price has left him, "Is considered MIA from now until we confirm his status. We have to leave without him." Ghost could feel his throat tighten as he stared at the building that he saw you in last. A small crack snapped him out of it as he looked down, the shell of his radio splintering off into his gloved hand. You still didn't respond. --------------------------- I wrote this while very tired but I think I'm pretty happy with it. Hope you enjoyed :D

#ghost mw2 #simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #cod x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader

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I’ve been rewatching The Ghost and Molly McGee and have concluded watching season 1. These are my thoughts and observations:

-I love how Scratch slowly warms up to Molly across the season and it is easier to catch when you watch the episodes in order. From going to a complete jerk, to valuing her friendship, to caring about how she views him, to not wanting to lose her.

-I also love how this show’s art style is like a storybook come to life in every shot.

-It makes even more sense as to why Scratch haunts Adia’s old home. Todd’s soul gravitated to the one place in Brighton that held happy memories for him, where life had yet to turn him into an anxious, fearful adult. It was a safe space for him, and he was mad when a family managed to move in and invade it. Especially Molly specifically moving into his personal room/the safest spot in the house for him.

-Molly and Scratch are BOTH horrible liars. It’s funny how similar they are in that detail, and it’s even funnier if they call each other out on it.

-Scratch is an absolute asshole to a lot of people and enjoys seeing them suffer during this season, but I think that partly stems from a ‘I was/am miserable so I like seeing others suffer.’

-I’d say Molly’s worst episode is the Snow Day episode (not listening to what everyone else wants to do) and Scratch’s worst episode is the Internship episode (taking advantage of an intern to do basic, unhelpful tasks and being a bigger asshole than usual).

-Molly nearly dies 4 times (the machine during ‘Friend off,’ was willing to catch hypothermia in order to have fun in the snow, was almost hit by the truck, and was nearly sliced in half by Jinx).

-Scratch, Mr. ‘So afraid of dying that I never lived a day’…. Gets trampled by animals, eats poison berries, gets hit by a tour bus, gets blended by the machine from ‘Friend off,’ and is sliced in half by Jinx among all the possible things that WOULD have killed him in this season if he hadn’t been a ghost at the time.

-In ‘Very Hungry Ghost’ Scratch doesn’t get to eat any of the food intended for the ghosts. Because he wasn’t fully a ghost, that feast was not meant to be eaten by him.

-I admit I have yet to catch Scratch’s ‘nervous habit of scratching his arm’ during these episodes.

-There’s a recurring theme of the adult characters regaining their passion for something they once loved in a few episodes.

-However I also appreciate showing very realistic struggles, like financial concerns and how you can’t magically restore your community and town to its glory days without some effort put into it.

-Libby’s mom can be seen as an early cameo during ‘The (Un)natural.’ Of course, she would be there for her daughter ^_^

-I’m not a huge fan of the Christmas episode (never rewatched it until now) but GOD do I love the pink sky they use against the Christmas decorations and snow.

-In Pete’s news article in ‘Twin Trouble’, it mentions that other city planners mysteriously disappeared. However, I don’t think the show EVER addressed that, because such a story fascinated me and made me wonder if there was more to Brighton than meets the eye.

-There was a wasted opportunity in not discussing who or WHAT The Chairman was. Was this mystery meant for season 3?

-Scratch mentioning that he is dead throughout the show hits differently now that we know its quite the opposite. So does seeing him having to do mandatory things for the ghost world that he technically shouldn’t NEED to be doing at that moment.

-So does his interactions with Geoff. Oh boy.

-Was Scratch specifically assigned to scare Brighton? What about the other ghosts from there, like the Tugbottom siblings? Howlin Harriet? Sonia? Why don’t we see them doing their job as much as Scratch has to?

-The sheer irony of Scratch believing that he didn’t have any fears in ‘Scaring is Caring’ only for fear to be the reason WHY he was a ghost to begin with. Once again, there’s a hell of a difference between ‘Scratch as a human being afraid of everything’ and ‘Scratch as a ghost being afraid of losing Molly and would do anything to save her.’

-No seriously, it gets to a point where Scratch risks his existence to save Molly in this season and in the next one-if he had been human, he would have been willing to die for her.

-‘All Night Plight’ is an episode I hadn’t rewatched until recently. And it hits a LOT differently this time around. Molly wanted to form a forever memory with Libby and Scratch by seeing that comet and she managed to win over Scratch who went above and beyond to ensure that was possible. While that memory is now somewhere hidden in Scratch’s mind as a living person, this episode likely was one of the events needed to push him into becoming someone who would take chances and embrace life upon coming back to life.

-Considering the number of times Molly almost dies, it would have been one thing if Scratch didn’t take it too well if he failed to save Molly. But if he learned that he was the one who had the chance to come back to life and not her? Yeah, that would have seriously wrecked his mental state.

-That moment when you realize that it was TWO souls hovering on the edge between life and death that changed everything in the Ghost World. Also I could be wrong, but I caught that Molly AND Scratch both have a brighter glow compared to most other ghosts in the Ghost World. Was this stealth foreshadowing, or just a coincidence?

-Scratch’s declaration that knowing Molly was the highlight of his afterlife. That moment when you realize Molly brought him joy after years of being miserable as both a ghost and as a human. This girl reached out to him and was able to get him to open up when no one else did. This girl who is showing him how to truly live once more. This girl who he openly declares to be his friend no matter what others will think.

-When I see Wraith!Molly hugging Libby and Scratch, I just wonder ‘WHY DOES MOLLY HAVE 3 ARMS?!’

-As good as this show is, a lot of folks who watch these Disney Channel shows are likely used to the more story-oriented shows. While the ‘slice of life’ style for TGAMM did pay off, the slow pace and length it took for the episodes to release likely worked against it and I could see why it didn’t attract more viewers at the time.

Stuff relating to Todd:

-Scratch possesses people a lot in this show, but especially in season 1. I’m reminded of someone who talked about the wraith theory on YouTube and he had this guess that Scratch might someday possess Todd and then realize something is different this time. I think that having Scratch use the possession trick so often was building up to that one moment in the last episode because it WAS a matter of time until he possessed Todd.

-As I said in a previous post, I caught Todd in the stands during The (Un)Natural, which was his ACTUAL debut episode. It was easy to miss the first time, but its a noticeable establishing character moment since he’s the only audience member who is visibly NOT happy despite that the team is winning.

-Molly stopping at Todd’s house during the song montage in the bandshell episode hits a lot differently now after the series finale. But then I laughed when she smacked him in the face with a flyer upon stopping by the house a second time in the same episode.

-We have confirmation that Scratch (as Todd) knew the mayor when they were kids and that is a tale I’m very curious about.

-I caught Todd in the audience during ‘Citizen McGee’ when the mayor bestows the honor of being mayor for a day to Molly. I admit a cynical side of me thinks that this is how he actually remembers her name in the last episode…. But at the same time he was so on auto-pilot during that time that he likely wouldn’t pay much attention or remember those events that well. (Plus, you can’t be expected to remember someone’s name once all the time). I refuse to believe that he remembered this event and that Scratch’s memories were what actually triggered the name.

-Todd’s actual lines are very limited (I don’t think he gets many in season 2 compared to this one). While Dana Snyder was voicing him, Snyder lowered his voice so much that it’s really hard to tell that he’s the one voicing Todd. I keep putting my ear to my computer to listen, but Todd barely sounds like Dana. I think they did this on purpose to avoid making it too obvious that Todd IS Scratch. (And that’s probably why he doesn’t talk as much in season 2…. Until the last episode of course).

-The Internship seems to double as foreshadowing, and not just because Todd appears or that his ‘junk’ held some very crucial clues. Molly believes that the pawnshop is where happy memories go to die while Weird Larry assures her that it’s where memories can be reborn into something new. So… is the pawnshop a metaphor for Scratch’s own depression causing his ‘death’ and how he’ll be resurrected into a happier person?

#the ghost and molly mcgee #the ghost and molly mcgee spoilers #i'll need a break before i rewatch all of season 2 #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost #todd mortenson

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kiwiaok · 3 months

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aftg is eating up my brain so badly, I have a constant stream of ideas and I’m shit at actually writing them but I need to get them out of my system bc it’s suffocating, so:

• an au where king and sir turn out to be shapeshifters so andreil magically acquire two spoiled kids

• andreil saying to each other ‘IU’ instead of ‘I hate you’ or ‘I love you’ or anything else. they use it in every kind of situation bc it’s the testament of how much they feel about each other and that’s more important to them than anything else. they’re fighting? IU (I hate you, I’m scared for you, I’m scared of how much power you have over me, I still want you to stay) they’re having sex? IU (I trust you, I love you, I’m going to take care of you, I’ll make you feel good) they’re breaking down? IU (I’ve got you, I’m here, I’m going to stay, I’m going to help best I can)

• a fic where neil dies in baltimore and we see the aftermath told from his perspective as a ghost: introspection, character study, cannibalism, polaroids, inspired by strangers by ethel cain:

• neil taking great pleasure in buying andrew expensive things and seeing him use them, not out of possessiveness but bc he truly just wants andrew to be happy and taken care of. and andrew learning to accept those gifts bc neil never wants anything in return, not even gratitude

• neil getting drugged at eden’s by some stranger and proceeding to glue himself to andrew’s side. the next day andrew is frustrated by that show of trust and he asks how neil could know that it wasn’t him doing the drugging. to which neil replies that he didn’t know that, but he knew that andrew wouldn’t drug him or let anyone touch him without a good reason. so it was okay, he just needed to trust andrew’s judgement and stick by him. and then andrew realising just how much faith neil has in him and having a breakdown about it

• after neil’s bad days, andrew spoons neil and keeps his hand wrapped around neil’s throat while they’re sleeping. it makes neil feel safe and grounded and makes andrew drunk on trust and control (bonus scene: foxes witnessing this one day and completely failing at understanding their dynamic)

• neil getting into a habit of spitting after his time at the nest bc riko used to spit into his mouth and make him swallow it as a power play. whenever neil remembers it the thought of any spit in his mouth, even his own, makes him sick. so he spits

• whenever aaron is on the edge of relapsing instead of telling anyone he just trails after andrew 24/7 bc he knows his brother won’t let him destroy his life

• tlou au where andrew is traveling the world in search of his twin brother and he’s hired to transport neil somewhere. meanwhile, they fall in love with each other and they find out andrew was supposed to deliver neil into his father’s hands (andrew promised neil safety and he refuses to break his promise so this becomes the first job andrew ever failed)

• andreil breaking up and neil desperately trying to prove to himself that he can move on so he takes the page from andrew’s books and starts sleeping around, but he only succeeds in hurting himself and feeling miserable (they get back in the end bc I need them to be happy)

• OH MY GOD HORNY KANDREIL CLASSICAL MUSIC AU!! kevin (and neil?) playing violin and drew being freakishly good at playing every instrument he ever touches but especially the piano. kev giving a performance and andreil sitting in the first row, neil getting a hard on bc kevin looks so good in his suit, with slightly greying hair combed back and passion burning in his eyes. andrew discretely edging him on, palming neil’s dick through the fancy suit’s material and keeping eye contact with kevin the whole time

AND SO MUCH MORE AAAAAA. this is insufferable, I’m writing fics in my head to fall asleep and then I’m waking up literally quoting aftg (genuinely happened last week, I felt like a lunatic) and then I’m going to uni and I spend every lecture thinking about how I can use my degree to better write about those stupid murderous college athletes. what kind of crack did you put in this series, nora?????

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #fanfiction #ao3 #aftg trilogy #kandreil #kiwiaok

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violetsaffron5 · 1 year

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

3 | Three French Hens

Pairing: Nanami Kento x f!Reader

Prompt: It’s cold outside, let me warm you up.

Words: 1k

CW: slow, passionate, making love, vaginal sex

“Sweetheart, what are you doing out here? You’ll catch a cold.” Kento asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Building a snowman,” you look up to your husband with a childish grin, doing your best to pack the snow into some semblance of a ball. You’re not doing a great job, it ends up being more of an oblong than round.

Kento chuckles, requesting you start on the next ball, which will end up being the middle section of the snowman, as he works to correct your disastrous bottom portion.

Before long, you’ve got the next two portions made and Kento has finished turning them into the perfect balls, placing one on top of the other. Now that the snowman body has been completed, you dig out several rocks from the landscaping in front of your house where your perfectly trimmed bushes sit.

Bringing them to the snowman, you place three for the buttons down the center, two for the eyes, and several smaller ones you found into a smile for the mouth.

“Mm. We need something for the nose.” You’re chewing on your cheek, thinking about what options you have as Nanami brings over a pinecone, sticking it in the spot the nose should go, making you giggle. “Looks a little silly, but it works I suppose.”

“Come on, I’ll make some tea for us.”

“Mm. I think I’d like some hot chocolate today, actually.”

He gives a loving grin, grabbing your hand, walking you inside the house. The house is a little chilly, so while Kento starts your drinks, you get the fireplace started and lounge on the couch, snuggled under a warm blanket enjoying the view of your Christmas tree in the corner.

The two of you spent last weekend setting it up after he got home from work. You ordered his favorite take out, dimmed the lights, put on some soft music to have in the background as each of you grabbed ornaments and placed them sparingly on the tree.

“Oh! We should grab one of your scarves for the snowman.”

“After we get some warm drinks in us.”

You give him a soft “okay” as he takes his seat next to you, handing the hot cocoa to you. After taking several sips, you place it on the end table next to you, sitting in silence. Enjoying the peace.

That’s one of the many things you love about Kento; how there are no awkward silences between the two of you. If either of you have anything to say, you’ll say it, otherwise, you love just being in each other's presence.

He has his arm wrapped around the back of the couch, behind you. Taking a deep breath, you lay your head against his muscular arm, feeling the heat of the fireplace working its way through your living room.

“What are you thinking about?” Kento asks, placing his own cup on the end table next to him.

You smile before biting your lip turning to look at him, “thinking about last weekend, when we were putting the tree up.”

His own heartfelt smile grows wider, the memories coming back to him as well. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, placing several small, butterfly-like kisses below your ear.

It takes hardly anything at all for Kento’s touch to work its magic, the slightest touch always sends a shiver down your spine straight to your core.

He kisses a few spots along your jaw before turning your head, slotting his lips between your own, tongue swiping along your bottom lip for access - you grant it, you always do.

Before long, you’re on top of him, rocking your hips as he watches you in pure awe. Kento has never leered at you, he’s always appreciated, always looking at you like he truly adores what he sees.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly moves his hands around your body, feeling every inch of exposed skin in his large hands before leaning up, ghosting his lips against your neck, shoulders and chest, his thumbs gently brushing past your hardened nipples. You gasp when he pinches them between his fingers harder than expected and he watches, drinking you in like it’s the first time all over again.

He alternates, between pinching and licking each of your breasts as you continue to leisurely rock your hips against him. There’s no race to finish between you two, rather your time together is used as an expression of love.

It’s beautiful and slow, a sensual slow burning rhythm is formed that’s more than two people heading towards their own individual releases. You speak with your bodies, listening to each other's heart beats and labored breaths each time you take each other in.

Leaning back on one arm, he grabs your hip with the other, helping you move your hips just slightly faster as his gaze trails down to your pussy; butterflies form in your stomach as he drags his knuckle over your abdomen, soaking in the sight of you, encircling your clit.

Your eyes are locked together, half lidded, full of lust and love, but he doesn’t dare break away, even as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, expressions drunk with desire and gratification for one another.

You press your foreheads together, sharing breaths, bodies glistening in sweat, hips flowing and ebbing into one another. You thread your fingers through his soft pale hair, as he thrusts his hips, diving deeper.

Your thighs begin to tremble, and he groans when your pussy clenches around him and he knows you're close, rolling his hips until he’s hitting the spot that has you whimpering into him with each thrust.

“Kento,” you murmur, “I’m s-so close.”

He takes a deep breath, sharpening his movements, “me too, angel.”

The intimate exchange is enough to push you both over the edge, unraveling into each other’s arms, at the same time. The sound of your rapture echoes in your quiet living room as your lips meet one another for slow, passionate kisses as you continue to move your hips into one another, until you’re both ready to go again.

There’s one thing you can’t deny, there’s nobody else you’d rather spend your Holidays with.

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lonelycomics · 2 years

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I got this idea from a nap during school but hear me out

Grim reaper(-like?) Danny but in DC but i info dump

Classic his parents found out deal and GiW are there. But make it where he just dips completely. Not like on the run but just disappears. Like a missing person.

But then a random weak ghost says “heya, you gotta do something about graves, we’re struggling over here. Please help”

As in helping them move on, their obsessions, their alive love ones mourn. He helps them like he owes them something. He doesn’t complain about helping, only being the king.

Like he just helps his subjects not because he wants their loyalty, it’s just the thing to do. Less problems to deal with. But after about a month of helping the graves/ghosts of nearby towns and amity, he has to move on. So he does.

Like he just moves out because of bigger ghost king reasons. say most of the ghost kings before him just didn’t take care of minor ghosts and stuff like that. And once they see that Danny isn’t evil, and in fact the complete opposite, they just have extreme loyalty to him. Rather than obedience, it’s pure loyalty (*).

After like let’s say a year, still barely any contact with anybody (family and friends) and the GiW seems to be gone. Danny’s safer than he was years ago. He technically homeless but he doesn’t need as much things as a full human does. Like less food and sleep. So he’s okay, fine at best.

With constantly changing courses to who needs his help, he isn’t found for a while. No one could get to him. After about a year of this, he’s used to it. (About 17~ give or take)

And Danny finally goes to a grave yard in the one and only Gotham. And he feels how desperate the city is for his help. I mean full on dozens of ghosts at the time needing help per second.

Lets say only a few hours of helping, magic user goes “hey now wait a min, who tf is god here?” And they alert the Bats.

Some sort of plot here and we get to where the bats just shit their pants bc they literally feel how powerful Danny is.

And he’s just “you need somethin’?” with the weirdest accent since he constantly helps everywhere.

They’re just so confused and concern and Danny just doing his job.

#dp x dc #dp #batman #idk how to tag lmao #help

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riise-my-anngel · 1 year

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Spoilers for Nightbringer, but I have some thoughts to organize that will all likely be incorrect theories but I'm gonna say them anyways.

I think most of us predict Nightbringer is Barbatos, it aligns with his powers and the mystery of his backstory. But I think it's past Barbatos we see now doing it. He gives subtle hints that he wants you to go against Diavolo and release Beel, he doesn't at all react to anything regarding your appearance or revelations of being human almost like he knows already, his strange distrust of Solomon to the point where he is actively trying to keep him out of the picture. I think past Barbatos brought you back here and he considers Solomon's presence a hindrance since he knows he's trying to get you back to the present, and is trying to keep him away so Barbatos can continue to influence the situation to his advantage. I have yet to theorize the details of why, but a lot of magic is in place keeping you as alone as possible and I wonder if he is actively also trying to protect you from being found by Barbatos in your timeline. I don't think his intentions are malicious, but he clearly is a much more heartless version of himself for so easily ripping you away from the people you love and trapping you in a world where none of them trust you.

I am super suspicious of Simeon. We know from season 1 that he and Lucifer were on tense terms and had no spoken for a very long time before the exchange program. It took him time to get used to the Devildom, and he was uncomfortable for a while. Simeon here is not. He is rather at home, and speaks to everyone including you, who should be a complete stranger, like a friend. Simeon canonically is very deceptive and is so good at hiding his true thoughts and intentions that both Lucifer and Diavolo have commented it makes them uncomfortable. So we know, Simeon is very talented at hiding in plain sight. I can't say for sure if this is our present Simeon, but he seems to be a future Simeon doing a good job at pretending to be himself in the past. The way he speaks to Satan about the future is more confident then comforting words he has gave in the past, and he speaks of you like he knows what you're capable of. And I wonder if Solomon is in on it, considering their discussion that has yet to be revealed. I think this might be our present Simeon, who is masquerading as himself in the past and taking advantage of the fact that no one could tell he had lost his angelic abilities during seasons 3 and 4.

This is just my personal idea that stems from my approach to time travel. I personally retcon a few things mostly in season 1, because I get confused by multi verses and multiple timelines. So I ascribe to season 1 was all one timeline and the version of you that died was just you now and you came back. Just to preface. I'm wondering for Nightbringer on it's own merits however, if this is a closed loop timeline. You do not remember your journey in the Celestial Realm and neither do the brothers remember you, but they know you. Now we don't know who spoke to you, I think it was Michael you spoke to in that scene (I do not think it was Michael you spoke to however at the end of season 2), but I think he wiped your face and name from memory but not your actions. And I think the same is going to happen here. You are involved in many events that play out in future seasons that no one associated with you (i.e putting Goldie in the freezer). I think it's a closed loop because you and the brothers seem to be fated together. From their time as angels to the present, you accidentally have been a presence in their lives due to forces not your own and that impact has left the brothers chasing your ghost until Lucifer/Diavolo picked you for the exchange program. Now that also means, i think Barbatos might have played a hand in selecting you. He might actually be aware of his actions as Nightbringer and silently guides Diavolo to investigate your existence. I think your prescene in the Celestial Realm kickstarted a destiny that forever tied you to the brothers and the powers that be have spent thousnads of years searching for that person who showed up out of the blue. Which is why everything happens when you get chosen, because finally, the powers have discovered the person who came to the Celestial Realm before their time jump.

Now for Smaller Details

I don't think Adam was Liliths lover because he has been there for a very long time and this is only one year after the Great Celestial War, so the timeline doesn't add up. I think it was just a bit of an Easter egg in regards to the name. I don't think her lover is important personally, just their representation as the metaphorical snake that tempted a bite from the proverbial apple.

I like how clearly the weight of Lucifer's actions rests so heavily on his shoulders. We don't talk a lot about how Lucifer is the only one who could have inspired the actions of a war. We know the weight of Beels guilt and the suicidal ideation of survivors guilt in Belphie, but we forget that on top of all that, Lucifer knows all of this pain was his choice. He broke Lilith free, he started a war, he chose to have her revived in human form with no memory of her time as an angel and he chose to keep all that from the brothers because he still sees her death as his burden to bear. It's interesting to see how close to his abrupt, sort of cold and joyless angelic form still is. That tells us Lucifer was clearly NOT happy as an angel. He repeatedly mentions he doesn't look back at himself fondly during his time as an angel. I think his rebellion was brewing for much longer then Lilith. I think this war was inevitable, but he decided to make it worthy of a cause, his sisters life. And I think he is finding it hard to let go of that, and it's nice to compare it to later seasons and see how he is much more at peace as a demon. He still feels his weight of angelic actions, and I hope the 2nd half of Nightbringer shows us the beginnings of that change.

Mammon kills me. Underneath all the jackass behavior (affectionate), he is the most emotionally stable of them all. He speaks about his actions in Nightbringer towards the war in the same way he speaks about it in season 3. He knows what he did and what he chose and decided that if he can't change it he should just accept it. There's still fresh pain he has not let go of yet in NB, but I think Mammon recognizes he was not a good example of an angel, simply due to how easily his existing personality fits in within the realm of demons. I think it's just nice to have confirmation that under it all, Mammon is really the emotional stability that the other 6 brothers ended up following. (Of course they get meaner as they grow into their demonic forms but Mammon is still aware that he is the constant in their lives and they really would be much more lost without him). You can really see why Lucifer goes to Mammon as his second in command.

I think Solomon really is trying to help you get home, but he also knows that once you do, he loses his chance to have you. I find it odd that he chose to involve himself in the conflict with Asmo when it was the perfect chance for you to guide him like you did Levi. I think he knows going back to the present means bringing you back to a world where you don't have to rely on him anymore and I think he hates that idea. He mentions there's a violent fate awaiting him in the present should he not bring you back, meaning he very likely was aggressivly confronted by Lucifer and the brothers to bring you home safe or they'll take that loss out on him. And I think Solomon is conflicted about wanting to pursue you as his heart begs, versus doing what is right and bring you back to the people who already have your heart signed and sealed.

The demon king sounds like a bad father, and I would like present Diavolo to know he's doing a great job and I want him to enjoy himself because he deserves to have fun.

Season 3 revealed that Solomon knows his cooking is horrible because a hard mode story shows us Asmo got super drunk one night and ranted to Solomon about how shit his food is, and so the fact that his cooking is still bad enough to incapacitate a giant snake is hilarious. That either he knows it's bad and just doesn't try and fix it, or he really is trying to fix it and is still failing at it. And I don't know which is funnier.

I'm wondering when the brothers will eventually feel comfortable enough to shift out of their full demon forms, and since Diavolo and Barbatos are like it too, I wonder if staying in full demonic form is like a sign of instability. The devildom is not in any kind of peace, and they want to be prepared at all times and not let their guard down. So I wonder when they start feeling comfortable enough to just live in their own skin without being in full power form at all times.

Asmo has serious dysmorphia about his demonic form however and I also wonder if it's a mentality. The brothers typically shifted when they lost control and I also wonder if being in full demon form is a sign for them at least, that they are not fully in control with their new forms and so have not settled. Like how their Celestial Realm selves all had halos and wings out, but Simeon, Luke, and Raphael do not when we meet them all. That maybe being in their more relaxed form is something they have never been allowed to do and don't feel okay with.

One last thought. So all angels consider one another brothers and sisters, but once being in the Devildom the demon king had to tell them that they are brothers. So I wonder how much of deciding they weren't brothers was stemmed from trauma. Saying they are demons now so why should they still be brothers, when in reality of course they are but falling from the Celestial Realm has completely warped their senses of self. Meanwhile Satan barley has a grasp that he is his own individual so of course he rejects them being his brothers because how can people be his brothers when he barley knows what he is, yet.

Also Satan immediately connecting cats to you like my lord, don't do this. Satan has a deep love for cats that we now know directly ties to his interactions with you. He doesn't remember you specifically (memory manipulation again i theorize), but there's only two things present Satan shows such soft love for and that's you and cats. Because even though he doesn't realize it, his feelings for them lead right back to that day where if you weren't there, he might not have given that cat a passing thought.

Uh that's it. I just finished lesson 10 and had many thoughts. Sorry.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me lilith

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incorrect-house-of-nine · 2 years

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More not so incorrect Ortus thoughts. I’ll preface this by saying, I understand Harrow’s behaviour is a trauma response and she deserves empathy and understanding. In Harrow the Ninth, Harrow reverts to how she was before Canaan House due to the muddled timeline. She’s back to being awful, acerbic and fully convinced she is surrounded by cretins. (Stuff such as thinking flesh magic is pedestrian, the horror at being mistaken for anyone who could find meat interesting, sneering at anyone who could find meat interesting.)

Like it strikes me how insufferable, how patronizing and condescending she really is towards Ortus. We get a glimpse of how she treated him waaaaay before the muster was called. Though she has a wicked biting sense of humour, its still mean

She genuinely believes that she’s successfully pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes with the puppet show because she's soooo smart n they’re so dumb. Its alluded to when she talking to Ortus about his father, she says almost surprised. "You knew?"

Not only did his friends die but afterwards his Father is perennially downcast for every after, possibly depressed -- murdering 200 kids will do that to a man -- but his Dad killed himself for them to boot. The Nona family take take take and this fetus has the cheek to believe he doesn’t have the intelligence of a root vegetable? His reply is one of the few times that Moira doesn't vocalise him as sad, you can hear it in her voice, the sheer contempt for this sour tongued, inconsiderate child lecturing him and talking down to him. "You are not the only person, My lady, who can put two and two together and get “four.”

Though he’ll never blame her or treat her with anything other than respect, all his friends, romantic prospects etc etc were murdered so she might be born. He's had to live and grow up alone, the Noniad is his coping mechanism and she constantly insults it. He too has to represent a generation of Niners and achieve something great.

As a sword swinging cav, he'll die and it shall be a waste. But a manuscript? It might last and will let people know the Ninth existed. He existed. And what they valued and stood for. The pen is mightier than the sword they say.

One day he had friends, went to school, was a kid, and the next he was the only teenager left alive. Imagine how devasting and lonely that must have been? The survivors guilt he must have suffered?

Imagine, a solitary child returning to a cavernous empty school hall, an abandoned black ball in left in the back of the football net, jackets that shall never be out grown hanging on pegs left to decay. A heavy empty silence where once there was light and life and the laughter of children. Fading memory and ghosts the only thing to keep him company.

The accusatory stares from the parents of those lost children, their resentment, rage, grief silent but caustic. Wondering why he was spared, knowing why he was spared.

The survivors guilt he must have suffered? (My heart, I cant!) God! All the lil teased together tidbits that ask you to think deeper about Ortus just kill me. We don't deserve him. Muir did a great job of making us dismiss him in the same way Harrow/Gideon did/does, only to bring him back n slap us with: Never judge a book by its cover, or assume you know someone's journey. Be freaking Kind!

#tlt #the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #ortus nigenad

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