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whump-cravings · 2 years

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ooh hello!! i love the little snippet you wrote to go along with the mermaid art you rb'd and i was wondering if you have any ideas for scenarios involving serpent-whumpees (i've seen this type of being go by different names, i think lamia is most common but not sure). and/or centaur-whumpees too. basically i like the idea of a supernatural creature whumpee with animal features but like one that naturally dwells on land like in the woods rather than needing a water habitat. ty have a nice day!!!

owo I love supernatural whump of any sort.

Centaurs, if they're anything like horses, are probably going to be more suited to grasslands where there's space to run and little rocky/rough ground.

Legs/feet are pretty prone to laming. A centaur going over uneven or rocky terrain could easily suffer from a misplaced hoof. (...especially if they’re blindfolded...) One generally has to put a horse down when they break a leg because horses are unlikely to sit still long enough for the break to heal, but a centaur wouldn’t have a problem with that (they just wouldn’t be able to go anywhere). (this is rife with opportunities for environmental whump hehe)

Speaking of hooves... Having their hooves shod, trimmed, or cleaned without permission would be pretty frustrating/humiliating (though not likely painful--only a very unskilled farrier might drive a nail into the wrong place instead of the keratin hoof, and idk about you but I do not want a horse holding a grudge against me, much less a centaur). Horses tend to enjoy having their hooves cleaned, so maybe centaurs do too?

The most efficient weapon a centaur can carry is a humanoid on their back. Being enslaved for combat purposes would be terrifying. Being ridden without permission would probably be aggravating at best. (Although I don’t know why you’d strap yourself to a 1-ton killing machine... instead of an additional kidnapee :3 )

Obviously: Branded like cattle/horses, other animalizing things related to horses like being used as beasts of burden, general dehumanization.

(Imagine being captured, branded, groomed from head to tail and hoof, shod, then forced out onto a battlefield :3)

They’d be very useful out in an orchard or something where they can harvest low-hanging fruit as well as carry lots of weight.

Maybe less obvious: centaurs in real-world mythology are rapists because they’re said to have the head of a man and instincts of a horse. This could be a regular perception of centaurs.

Stepping in a trap meant for animals

Having their flank mistaken for a deer?? (hunters can be stupid) and being shot

Being left behind somewhere because they’re unable to climb like humans/other species. Or being stuck in a pit until a friend can bring materials to lift them out.

Lamia / Nagas / snek people, if they're like snakes, are gonna be cold blooded. They'll most likely live in a warm environment with plenty of humidity and places to soak up the sun.

Snakes brumate, which is a reptilian equivalent of hibernation. They become very inactive (in an attempt to keep their body temperature from dropping too low) and lethargic. Before entering brumation, they’ll sense the temperature dropping and eat extra food to bulk up their body fat, then find a cozy nook to hide out until it gets warmer.

While brumating, trying to move is probably very difficult. Their body is slow and their mind is too. If they’re going hungry, they have to find somewhere warm or else any food they catch and eat won’t digest.

If they do eat something during this time, it will make them sick if they don’t purge it, as the food will sit in their belly and rot.

Some snakes live in warm enough climates that they never need to brumate. It’d be scary to experience it without having a clue what’s going on or why.

Some snakes don’t brumate, which makes the cold even more dangerous. If a snake is already unhealthy or sick, sustained cold temperatures will worsen their condition.

Snakes tend to be asocial, but may come together for brumating. For intelligent species that follows that trend, it could be annoying if you’re now dealing with someone you don’t like because y’all are trying to keep warm. (Of course, snake people with hands will be able to build fires and curl up beside/around those for warmth.)

Being hunted for their scales / being hunted because they’re a “monster.”

Breaking one or more of their inner ribs (which snakes use to propel themselves) would hurt like hell

hope these help!!

#non human whump #whump prompts #whump inspo #centaur whump #lamia whump #naga whump #supernatural whumpee #hopefully the original anon sees this #since it took so long for me to answer #😭😭😭

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rohirric-hunter · 1 year

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@isi7140 so last night when I was playing Skyrim with Radanir he displayed a weird propensity for. Putting himself physically in between me and enemies I was facing. Which is not something I have ever observed in a Skyrim NPC before.

Other followers will push past you to get to enemies, but what Radanir was doing was quite distinct. We cleared out a couple of dungeons, and Radanir would regularly abandon fights he was already having in order to go and place himself between me and an enemy. One time I ran away from a fight by dropping down into a pond in the bottom of a cave, and the bandit I was fighting started to run through a series of twisting tunnels to get to where I had landed, and Radanir abandoned the other bandit that he was fighting to chase the one that had gone after me. But he didn't start fighting him until he had gotten in front of him, blocking the narrow tunnel and preventing either him or the other bandit from getting out of it. Another time I ran away from a fight with a single bandit to heal. When I started to run away, Radanir was on the other side of the bandit from me. But when I turned back around, he was again between me and the bandit. I let the fight play out a bit before I rejoined it and Radanir did not move from that spot.

Once or twice is a random coincidence, but this happened consistently over the course of about three hours. With Skyrim's vanilla followers, this never happens. They move around way too much and their only clear intention in fights is to get to the enemy, or get a clear shot at them. The only time they get into a certain spot and don't move is when you walked into a tiny little room, at which point they'll stop in the doorway and refuse to move to let you back out of the room. (To be entirely fair, Radanir did this too.) Occasionally they'll do a thing where they'll circle around an enemy, typically when the enemy is blocking and they're waiting for the block to drop, but again, they move based on the enemy's position, not the player's. And when Radanir did this, more often than not he would stop between me and the enemy, even when the block was still up and he had plenty of space to keep moving.

This actually isn't the first time I've noticed this behavior: all three Rangers also behave this way with each other. A lot of my testing and learning with the Creation Kit is done by simply spawning a bunch of bandits or some trolls into the camp and watching how they handle the ensuing fight, and I'd noticed that when one of them enters bleedout something similar happens. IDK if you play Skyrim so quick explanation: when an NPC is tagged as essential, meaning they can't be killed, and their health bar reaches zero, they enter "bleedout," where they fall down and cannot move or act for a little while (longer if they keep getting hit while they're down) until eventually they'll regain a little health and either rejoin the fight or run away, depending on if their AI is set to "Foolhardy." You'll occasionally see non-essential NPCs enter bleedout, but not very often because usually a hit bad enough to send them into bleedout just kills them.

Back to these specific NPCs: if all three of them are in a fight and one enters bleedout, the other two will go and stand over him until he gets up again. If more than one of them are in bleedout, they will make their way towards each other and huddle together. I thought this was odd, but didn't think anything else about it, because I assumed their behavior was influenced in some way by their relationship: as far as the game engine is concerned, they are all siblings, and I haven't experimented with how vanilla Skyrim siblings behave in dangerous situations, so for all I knew it was normal. (Typically NPCs in bleedout don't move at all, much less make their way towards... anything, really, but I haven't experimented extensively with it.) However, them behaving that way towards the player is very odd, since they aren't siblings with the player -- the player is noted simply as a "friend" and their relationship status is actually as low as it can possibly be while still having them available as followers. So any vanilla follower in the game is going to have at least as good a relationship or better -- and yet none of them do this.

My current theories are limited: either I changed some setting while customizing their AI that made this happen and didn't realize I had, or it has something to do with enabling dual-wielding or the custom classes I made for them, which are the only things that I consciously and intentionally changed that set them apart from vanilla followers. Or. Maybe my custom Skyrim followers are becoming self-aware. Always a possibility, I guess.

#rangercamp #its worrying because. how did he learn to do that #i didnt tell him to do that whats he doing that for #sweet for obvious reasons #also kind of funny because as an essential npc he has the plot armor now #'look at me. look at me. i have the plot armor now'#long post #also #maybe next time i do a test or just play around with them ill record it #i swear im not reading into it his behavior is actually different

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ptrckjcne · 1 year

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Alright spill XD...

I hope your traveling goes well and that there aren't many delays/problems ❤

put a version of the book emoji in my inbox, and i'll tell you the plot of a fanfic i haven't written, but want to write!

ah thank you! apart from being at the airport far too early, it's literally been all smooth sailing with travelling here, so i'm hoping the rest of my trip goes just as smoothly!

now, onto these fics ... two emojis means you get two ideas (sorry i don't make the rules, i just concoct these crazy ideas)

okay for the first one, i've been playing far too much red dead redemption and i'm not even sorry about it

outlaw!steve. he's ruthless and cold. he robs people, he shoots before he speaks, and he's the most trusted of his gang. he's not the leader, but literally no plan is made without steve being involved, and no plan is executed without steve leading the troops.

however, one time this grand plan of robbing the nearby saloon goes bad (if you've played rdr2, think the end of chapter two, which leads to the van der linde gang having to leave horseshoe overlook) and the gang scatters, having agreed that if something goes wrong, they split up to make it harder for law enforement to catch up with them.

steve is injured, he's shot and he's got a dislocated shoulder, and he's not doing too well when his horse takes him to this ranch – and you guessed it, introducing rancher!danny. he's got a pretty peaceful ranch life; he's got some horses, some cattle, and he's got his ranch dog, eddie. what he wasn't expecting was for a wounded and bruised outlaw, who most definitely has a bounty over his head, and his stressed out mustang to come crashing into their lives.

and it'll be a little cliché, because as danny manouvers coping with steve and the way the outlaw is used to sleeping in a tent, and change camps every week, while still making sure he heals up, and steve learns the pace of the ranch, figuring out that cattle is far from his thing, but the horses he can truly help with, he decides to clean up and offers to help out at the ranch permanently, wanting to pay off his debt to the state and to danny.

and they'll fall a little in love but, yknow, that's life.

a little scene for that comes here:

"look, mcgarrett, there're bounty hunters looking for you all over, what's to say i don't turn you over to them, and make sure i never see your scar-face again?" danny crossed his arms over his chest, the dust from the gravel settling around his boots as he comes to a stop a few feet from where steve was sitting on the steps to the porch, eddie slumbering in the shade behind him.

"what's to say i haven't waited for that to happen?" steve grumbled, rolling his eyes a little, though not being able to hide the wince as he stood up. danny's home-made stitches to the gash on his side had worked, better than anything steve could have done himself, but it still pulled on his skin whenever he moved. "you don't get to live a bad life, the way i have, and have good things happen to you."

danny huffed out a chuckle, turning his head to look towards the horses' pasture, where steve's muscular grullo dun mustang stuck out like a sore thumb next to danny's elegantly built and darkly coloured thoroughbreds. yet, the horse looked perfectly at home – just the way it had looked perfectly normal to see steve sitting on the porch. "well, it's a good thing some of us happens to believe in second chances." he noticed how his words caused steve to go still, the hand that had landed on his saddle slipping from the smooth leather in surprise. "you're not going anywhere, mcgarrett."

then for the second one, well it's kind of cheating for me to put this here, because i actually started writing down some stuff for it on the plane but oh well–

also this has probably been done before? i've read some variants of steve ending in jersey as a kid and meeting danny, but i haven't read exactly this one–

it's steve, along with mary and john, who has to enter the witness security programme after doris' death (she stays dead in this one homies), and they get sent to new jersey, where the agency has got them a good house in a family friendly neighbourhood. steve mostly closes himself off, somewhere between having to leave himself being "the kid from hawaii" in their house on oahu, and john tending extra to mary who's not coping so well with the situation.

but then there's this fiesty next-door neighbour kid, who occasionally climbs out the window of his bedroom, and lounges on the roof with a cigarette when the night sky is draped above their heads, and this is the same kid who makes fun of steve and his bag of football equipment, but still lends him a pencil and covers his ass in class when steve's too caught up in his own mind to pay attention.

turns out maybe this fiesty baseballer, danny, is everything steve needs to get out of his head, at the same time as stella and bridget is everything mary needs to warm up. and this too is a little cliché with two boys finding their way in life and love and all that jazz, and when they finally get the chance to move back to hawaii, steve's not so sure he's ready to yet, because leaving for hawaii would mean leaving danny ... and for the first time since steve was born, he's not so sure hawaii's home anymore.

aaaand a little scene from that:

steve was looking far too at home where he was sprawled across danny's floor, face buried in the pillow he had fallen asleep on mere hours before. "steve, get up you shit," danny huffed, nudging the side of steve's chest with his foot, receiving a groan in return from the teenager on the floor. "we were supposed to practice for this test, not sleep."

"you could just come down here and sleep with me," steve slurred, patting his hand around to find danny's leg and tug on the fabric of his sweatpants. "it's comfortable, i promise."

danny chuckled, thinking it over for a second, before throwing another pillow on the floor, and grabbing a blanket. "alright then, but if my shoulder's sore and i get shit at practice because of it, i'm blaming you." he grinned, wrapping steve's arm around himself, enjoying the comfort of the taller boy as he enveloped himself around steve. "if my parents find us like this, i'm blaming you."

he felt steve's lips split into a smirk against his hairline, the soft puffs of steve's breath tickling against his neck. "that's a risk i'm willing to take."

#writing asks!#give me a book and i'll tell you about a fanfic #h50 fic #mcdanno #outlaw!steve mcgarrett #rancher!danny williams #witsec!mcgarrett family

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thesupernaturalhouse · 1 year

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So uh, on my lmk au hype and I'm not coming down until I explain some of it-

Okay so, essentially I just put my ocs into the story; ocs that are going to be in a original book I hope to make later but also fit well with the lmk story...and whenever I really like a show/game my brain makes an oc or inputs my ocs into it-

Which is why their names aren't originally Chinese and I'm working on it for...mainly my own enjoyment cause coming up with names is fun okay-

Anywyas, enough of my ranting: Macaque, on his journey to find wukong is found my Maya(or Xiaoyu, might changer her name) loking crazy and half starved

the fucking food!- Maya/Xiaoyu 20 minutes later

Who proceed st kidnap him to her camp, like she akss if he wants to come and when he doesn't answer just drags him to her mom Violet and her siblings and girlfriend

Said girlfriend is the god of death/ruler of Diyu aka a God who originally came up to force Wukong to put his name back in the book only to meet this misfit group and be adopted and claimed as a lover....and do the same thing Wukong did not even a week later of knowing em, yes she has a scythe

Said siblings are: her older twin sister, Beatrice who is the complete opposite of Maya, and her two emotionally adopted younger twin siblings, Peach-Cut(still working on the name) and Goldie who aren't related but are the same age and don't know when their birthdays are so- twins

Long story short they end up travling together doing various shenanigans; including teasing Mac about his boyfriend, hiding bodies, burning down a church, making a land mine, getting shot at by Violet, making friendship bracelets, teaching Mac how to cook, teaching Bea how to heal, teaching Maya how to throw knives, teaching Eclipse how to knit, and teaching Violet to read, and much more

Fun sibling shenanigans with a side of murderous rage and intend. Also, just now relaizing this: their essentially the opposite of Wukongs gang

Heres an example: Tang: murder is bad and shouldn't be used Wukong! Violet: you shouldn't Kill for no reason....but it IS a valid option you should use if ya need to

Once again, long story short, Mac didn't Wukong dies and boom now he has a child! They make it to Tieshan/PIFs castle, and that's all I have planned so far

The au well have a lot more journey to the west elements, so like red is captured by the gold rings and such; but he's far younger and so a deal is made where they'll take out about 90% of the fire and let him go....haven't worked out all the details bit Maya ends up getting 25%-ish of it cause of Wukong, who freaks out and ends up hurting her pretty bad

I'm thinking golden fillet placed on her head because paranoia of the fire taking ievr or something, need to work it out; Eclispe kills her, removes the filled, then puts her wife's sound back into her body and hooks a grudge against wukong eve since(Maya doesn't but she's incapable of hating anybody....except abusers and such)

Next up I'll explain what they look like, again send asks! I'd love to talk more about this au!! Like the designs for the characters canon and oc and the angst later on

#wild fruits au #lmk wild fruits #send asks #their all a little fucked up #also idk if you could figure it out but Maya may or may not be related to a specific dragon of ours~#lmk #lego monke kid au

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mystery-salad · 1 year

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a ⚔️ for Ruan, Vuisce and Matthias!

Because of their time as Balthazar's herald, Ruan's guardian fire has changed, but it's not just in color! That bright red fire they wield is supercharged, and it's taken time to get used to. They can still heal, but they have to use careful moderation on that because overdoing any healing flames will start burning anyways. The flames of war burn bright and hot after all, and have the power to bless and empower acolytes of the late war god. Meanwhile, causing damage has become much easier with their fire when intended. They have to be careful not to burn whole battlefields unintentionally if they get carried away.

While their wings aren't big enough to outright fly with, Vuisce can glide with ease. Think along the lines of the griffon gliding mechanics, they'll land eventually but can maneuver quite well and still be a force to be reckoned with. They will use this skill to flit from high vantage point to vantage point, taking shots at enemies with their rifle. They're the most annoying possible enemy to ever deal with, an absolute menace!

Matthias has many scars, but I don't think I've actively talked about his second-worst one! (The only one that beats it out is his back, which I know I've mentioned at least vaguely in turn and that is the mess of poorly-healed whip scars on his back that is interrupted by a very clear bandit crest that had been carved as large as possible across his back...) His second worst is hardly noticeable, especially since he never takes his shirt off for any reason. On the lefthand portion of his chest there's a large circular scar about 6 inches in diameter, that is clearly from the skin being removed previously. This scar is self-inflicted, to remove what was a brand from the same bandits that raised him and later gave him the mess on his back as well. He keeps people from touching his chest whenever possible, along with his back. A feat easier said than done considering he also doesn't tell anyone about his scars and tries to pretend they don't exist.

#ruan huo #vuisce #matthias reyes #dasozelotvonnebenan #thanks for the ask! 💖

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thesilkentheater · 2 years

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emerald rooftops

A gentle piano tune fills the air, jazzy and snazzy and full of gentle passion. The hum of the emerald lights fill the air too, crackling and watching like gallery patrons with opera glasses to their faces. A woman stands atop a building, a sick grin on her face, knife twirling in her hands.

The wind blows her cloak back, revealing a slick cocktail dress and high-heeled boots. They cut a sharp frame when combined with her hat, wide-brimmed and accentuated with jewels.

"Well, Junior?"

'Junior' is the detective that stands on the rooftop opposite her. They've got a pistol in their hands and a frown on their face, teeth bared; their plaid patterned coat curls around them, hiding away a dress shirt and pants.

"You're not getting away this time. Where can you even hide?"

The woman gives a sharp laugh, tossing the knife into the air. She catches it with an easy grin and gives a wink. "Hiding? Who said anything about hiding?"

"Nowhere to run, either!"

"I'm not running, darling," she says in a low voice, and leaps. The detective rolls to the side, narrowly avoiding her landing swipe with the knife. "I'm here to play."

She throws the blade, prompting the detective to roll to their left and shoot. She dodges with a twirl, and flicks her hand to send the knife spiraling back into her hand so elegantly it's like it never left.

If she wants to play, they'll have no complaints.

The hard concrete of roof scrapes against their knees, but they still get up quickly and fire two more shots. The first she deflects, the second simply misses as she flicks her head to the side in anticipation. There's no point in going for body shots or limbs- it's kill or nothing.

She seems to know that, with the way she's playing her cards. Quick and fast, straight shot for the kill, as she tosses her knife one way and moves around, letting it sit unassuming on the floor. But the detective knows better- the strange bond she has with that thing will send it careening through their chest and back into her hand if they aren't careful.

Three more shots are all dodged as they move back across the roof, carefully minding the knife. It's nearly fallen at the edge, but they can still move behind it. She's sitting back, waiting for them to make a mistake they wouldn't dare dream of.

They jump up onto the lip of the roof for a few steps, falling back down and firing more shots. None of them land, and they have to reload; at the same time, she recalls her blade, its position on the ground now obviously useless. This isn't going to be an easy win for her.

Doesn't mean she won't win, though. She's shown one card, but so have they, and they're both queens.

"Playing hard to get, detective? That's so mean."

She launches forward, and the split second decision they make is to stand there and take it. She'll push the knife into their chest, but they can aim for her head before she makes it; in fact, they should be able to deflect the knife with their arm. If she goes for the throat, too, she'll meet their arm, and think them crippled for the rest of the fight. Of course, they're not going to go out so easily, but-

A crippling pain sears through their leg. The leg?

"Well, that was fun, darling," she says, tossing a smile and wink over her shoulder, "But I really ought to get going, y'know?"

"Wait, you-"

They grip their leg in pain, but she's already jumping off. The emerald lights follow her, the scenery going from a dazzling crowd to the gentle rain once more. Their leg is already healing, of course, and by the time anyone gets up here the only hint it ever happened will be a tear in their pant leg-

But she got away again.

"Damn," they curse, and turn away.

#writing #short story #creative writing

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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you ever just want pc like, undeniably hurt. getting stabbed or shot type of hurt. because i swear that’s the only way some of these bastards would comfort them. and on the flipside, the sweeter LIs accidentally hurting you and having to face it; ex: Wren shooting you, Alex laying their hands on you when drunk, Sydney being aware as Ivory Wraith possesses them and noncons you during the prayer room scene, etc.

Love how Wren is just straight up considered an LI here

(DoL relationships; abuse; alcohol; noncon, not that explicit; reader gets fucked up😔; choking)

Alex

Alex isn't surprised when they wake up with a splitting hangover. But they are surprised by your absence in their bed.

It's been a long, long time since you've slept in your own room.

They stumble towards your room, one hand pressed to their temple as they try to recall the events of the night before.

They remember the drinks, the laughter, the way you looked at them. They remember how warm your skin was under their hands. They remember muffled words and nails digging into their skin.

Screaming. Who had been screaming? Why?

They get their answer as they open your door.

You're curled up in your bed, evidence of dried tears on your face. And bruises. So many bruises.

They feel sick.

Bile rises in their throat as you wake, at the way you flinch when your eyes land on Alex in your doorway.

They'll take care of you. They'll make things right. You'll forgive them, you have to.

You have to.

Avery

You're crying in the back seat of their car, begging for Avery to stop as they fuck you, sobbing that you hadn't meant to stand them up, it had been completely out of your control.

They don't care.

Normally they wouldn't mind the crying all that much, but your insistence that it's not your fault is getting on their nerves.

Just apologize! Say you're sorry and that you'll never do it again!

But no, you keep crying, keep making excuses.

They don't even think about it, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing.

It has the desired effect, your words reduced to a pitiful wheeze.

They don't know how long they keep you pinned like that, nor do they care. It's only when they shudder in release, coming against your unresponsive body, that they realize they've gone too far.

They're tempted to shove you out of their car, leave you in a heap on the street like trash. But what if someone found out and connected everything back to Avery?

(What if you didn't wake up?)

They don't take you to a hospital, what if you told them what happened? No, they take you home and call a private doctor, one who has a reputation for being discreet.

They check on you a few times throughout the day as you heal. Whether it's so they can manipulate you into never telling anyone about what happened or because they genuinely feel sorry for severally hurting you, only Avery knows.

Eden

They gave you permission to stay in town for a week.

Only a week.

And you'd been gone for a month.

They had been worried about you, thought something had happened, that they lost you.

But no, no. When Eden had gone into town, a shaky drawing of you clutched in hand and ready to stop strangers on the street to ask if they'd seen you, they'd found you, gallivanting about, having a fucking ball.

They don't even bother talking to you. Instead, they grab you by the wrist and drag you into the woods.

They're eerily quiet as they bring you home, ignoring how you whine that they're hurting you.

You try to pull away, and Eden's grip tightens.

Their blood runs cold as you scream.

Eden has always been rough with you, but they've been careful not to hurt you beyond repair, to the point where they couldn't heal you themself.

They don't want to let you go into town, especially if you're going to end up in the hospital.

But they snapped your wrist.

They pick you up, cradling you to their chest as they rush to the cabin.

It's fine, they can fix this it's fine. Stop crying it's fine.

They make sure you're still wearing your collar, hooking a leash onto it and securing it to a wooden beam over the bed. The last thing they want you to do is try to run while you're already hurt.

They try to use this to their advantage, reminding you how this is your fault for staying in town for too long, how they could just let the wolves have you.

Be grateful that they're taking care of you. Do you know what it's like in the hospital in town? Eden does. You wouldn't like it there.

Kylar

You're crying tears of joy, that's it!

That's why you're sobbing as Kylar pins you to a dirty mattress in an alley.

It has nothing to do with the knife digging into your throat as they move against you.

A sound at the end of the alley makes Kylar turn, grip on the knife tightening as they make sure no one is approaching.

You try to break free.

Kylar grabs at you, fumbling in their haste.

Somehow, their knife ends up in your shoulder.

You whimper as blood starts to well form the wound, staining your school shirt.

Kylar is immediately panicking. They didn't do it on purpose! They promise! They swear on your life.

They're likely to drag you to the hospital, adamant that you're dying.

They would try to take care of you themself, but they're so terrified at the sight of your blood on their knife.

(And a little turned on, but they try hard to shut that part down. They don't want to see your blood! They don't!)

Of course, they try to stay by your side, apologizing over and over, saying it will never happen again.

If someone asks what happened, Kylar will make up a story. Say someone attacked you and Kylar managed to save you. You're too out of it from blood loss and the pain medication to argue.

Robin

Robin bites their lip as the screen flashes red. The words "You Died" fading into existence in large, black text in the center of the screen.

It's just a moment. Just a single instance where they let their anger get the better of them.

They fling their controller to the side.

They don't aim for the door. Even if they had, there's no way they could have known you were about to open the door.

That the controller would hit you in the head.

In the exact right spot, at the exact right angle, to knock you out

It all happens so fast. One moment Robin is staring at the screen, the next your limp body.

And they freak.

They get Bailey, they don't know what else to do. They hit you in the head, the head! They knocked you out! Would you have a concussion? Could they move you? They heard somewhere you aren't suppose to move people with head wounds, they think.

Glued to your side, apologizing over and over.

Might go a bit overboard, to be honest.

Sydney

What's happening?

You had wanted this, they're sure. You wanted to sneak into the prayer room. You wanted to fool around, to defile sacred ground.

You wanted this!

So why are you crying?

And why can't Sydney stop?

You scream as Sydney forces you to cum again, writhing under them, trying to get away from them.

Their mouth opens, words come out, but they can't hear themself speak.

You cry harder.

Sydney tries to kiss you, to wipe away your tears and tell you they love you. They try to stop.

They can't.

They breathe in deep, incense filling their lungs, and their world become hazy.

They feel so light, like they're floating.

Is that their hand around your throat? Their fingers digging into your hip? No, that can't be right. That can't be...

Huh?

How did they get in the Temple garden?

Was it all some weird dream?

But you're still crying and there's a bruise forming around your neck and-

They hurt you. Sydney hurt you.

They're on the very of tears themself as they guide you somewhere private.

Sydney will take care of you. Please, please let them take care of you. They're so sorry. They... they don't know what came over them.

Whitney

Why couldn't you just learn your fucking place already?

You're their slut!

Maybe if they beat some sense into you, you'd learn that.

"Get up."

You don't move, staying curled up at Whitney's feet where they left you.

"I said, get up!"

They kick you. Not hard. Not like they had been just a few moments ago. Just enough to make you turn over.

Their heart sinks.

You're unconscious.

They hadn't meant to do that. They wanted to rough you up, teach you your place at their feet. Not give you brain damage or something!

They hesitate for a moment, considering their options, before swearing and pulling out their phone.

Whitney might not always think things through, but they're not stupid. They don't want to make things worse.

They're gone before the ambulance arrives.

Whitney's not likely to visit you in the hospital, at least not during the day. The place makes their skin crawl. They might sneak in at night, but they're more likely to slip into your room at the orphanage.

They're just bored, what with their favorite toy down for the count. It's definitely not guilt that drives them to climb through your window day after day.

Wren

It's late on Remy's estate, and Wren is tired. They've been running around all day.

Doesn't help that Remy decided to have Wren help out on the farm. Wren's a smuggler, not a farmhand. But it's easier to do what Remy wants, better to stay on their good side.

They're tired, worn out, nerves frayed to hell. That's why they're so on edge, why they jump when the cottage door opens when they know all their friends are already inside.

Why they draw their gun, why they point it at the door.

Why they fumble it.

Why it goes off right as you step in.

Oh fuck.

They didn't mean to, holy shit, they did not mean to shoot you, they swear!

At least they only shot you in the leg?

Oh, god, yeah, yeah they'll shut up and get you to a doctor, yeah.

Wren is panicking.

Wren offers to take you home when you get discharged. They can't really take care of you. They're terrible at taking care of others and their job won't allow them to really be at your beck and call.

If you want Wren to take care of you themself, your need to tell them about the orphanage and what it's like. If they think you'll be in danger while trying to recover, they'll offer to let you stay with them.

#alex the farmhand #avery the businessperson #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #eden the hunter #robin the orphan #wren the smuggler #tw noncon #tw alcohol #tw abuse #tw choking #idk if i like syd's but eh #edit: spelling

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgery. (Part 1)

Tw:swearing, pain pills, some hints to vomiting, fluff as well.

Wilbur

This simp...

Makes sure you regularly drain your drains, take your medication.

You dont even have to get the fuck up, I mean he's your personal butler until the doctor gave you the okay.

Three times a day you get a smoothie. He can tell that you dont want to eat because of the pain.

The least you can do is drink something to nurioush you while you were in pain.

If you're embarrassed about having to sleep on some dog pee pads for the drain. Dont be.

Wilbur may not understand but he will constantly comfort you. He'll even make a video to tell his viewers he won't be posting for a moment. A personal issues came up and that is all they know for now.

Also when cold he'll try to keep you warm by very, very gentle cuddles. But any sign of pain and he's off of you and getting you warm blankets and heating packs.

His sweaters? Now all yours. You have no say. He will give you one every day knowing you find alot of comfort in wearing his clothes.

The last thing he wants is you in pain. Especially if it was caused by him.

Your testosterone shot? Dont worry he's got it for you.

He doesn't want you to get up unless you needed to go to the restroom or you were itching to get up.

If you dont take it slow he will threaten you.

This is a threat. He will make you sit back down if you tried to get up and clean.

All in all he is a simp and your butler.

Technoblade

Technoblade may not know what to do but he will try.

He's quite nervous but when he realized you havent eaten and needed something in your system for your pain meds hell make you something soft and light on the stomach.

Are you cold? He'll cover you in a blanket and just sit next to you. Floof senses you in pain and cuddles you more then technoblade.

Techno was a bit butt hurt but knew that you needed alot of support right now.

With his height his clothes are either tight or loose. But his hoodies are always huge. And very fucking comfortable.

His scent relaxed you and helped you sleep at night.

He is a hidden simp.

He will make sure you're comfortable. If you want him to he'll sleep with you in the living room.

When you start walking him and Floof are constantly following you. Just to make sure you are safe and comfortable.

You cant help but love your two boys.

His streams and videos are already inconsistent but he did say his next video or stream might take a longer time.

But if you dont mind then you'll sit near him while he streams. If you needed anything he'll get it.

You saying hi to chat. They know you're in pain by your tone.

And anyone he's in a call with will ask what's up. And when you tell them they'll understand and they'll hype you up.

It warms techno's heart when his friends hype you up.

God this closeted simp is melting internally.

Schlatt

He will tease you.

Pictures are taken and spread around the internet like a wild fire.

Caption to those pictures?

This dumbass just got out of surgery and didnt expect to feel like trash lol.

But off camera he's quite the nice guy. Reminding you to drink your water, getting you soft foods or soups, heck he give you some of his pushies from his youtooz.

And this behemoth of a man will give you his shirt or hoodies.

You are with him when he streams or records.

There is no say.

He wants to keep his eyes on you and make sure you are comfortable and safe.

Lowkey dragged you bed into his recording room, you were just vibing in the corner.

You meds are on a set schedule. If the time lands when he's on stream he doesn't think. Just gets up grabs your meds and a premade smoothie.

With that he gave them to you.

Watching you swallow that pill because you can be stubborn with pain meds.

Returns to the stream.

Yells at chat for calling him a simp. He told them you were in pain and it's the least he can do for you.

Will low key rub your back off stream. As sleeping while sitting up us hell on your shoulders.

Jambo is all over you, soaking up the attention he can get while you were immobile.

Schlatt would glare st him for taking away his S/O.

When it came to you wanting to walk he will let you.

If you hurt then this man would laugh and tell you to sit your ass down. You are going anywhere just yet.

He's gonna carry you when you are in as much pain.

He's tall and there is no stopping him.

It makes him feel a bit happier due to the fact you aren't hurting as much, and still getting to the place you needed.

Also he will hug you if he sees you are uncomfortable. The hug is very soft and unlike him.

But at least he is trying.

He also keeps his yelling down, doesn't want you to make too many stiff movements. It would hurt the hell out of you.

Tommy

Ok. Hear me out, butler.

He see the pain you are in and as one of his best friends he wont let you do anything.

Your parents were out of town after your surgery and it wasn't their fault their work called in suddenly.

So you were sent over to Tommy's for the three weeks they were out.

Tommy would let you relax on his bed, heck even sleep on it as well.

Doesn't care if your drains stain the bed. That's an easy clean up and he wants you to be comfortable.

He does still stream. Because it's something he does for a living.

But he'll try to keep it a bit quieter.

You once walked out of the room when he was streaming. You looked like a gremlin, hunched over while you had to take a piss.

When you entered you were greeted by wilbur, techno, and phil telling you they hope you heal fast.

"It only gets better from now on (y/n). Take it easy alright?"-wilbur

"Congrats mate, just relax and dont forget to focus on healing."-Phil

"Yo you got the surgery. Pog. Stay healthy (y/n)."-techno

You melted lightly. A small smile graced your face.

It brought you joy and there was nothing that could compare to it. Honestly.

It seemed almost every day someone tommy knew was hopi g a speedy recovery.

He once yelled at chat for saying you should suck it up.

"CHAT THEY JUST WENT THROUGH SURGRY. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"

You forgot that your parents were even out for those weeks.

Tommy would definitely understand slightly that it would hurt to constrict your chest.

"You cold?"

When you nod tommy is up and handing you one of his hoodies. They are big and comfy. Easy to put on too. So they are perfect.

His two dogs, Walter and Betty?

Expect them in his room curled around you. Dogs know when humans feel pain and when they need something to comfort them.

The stream kind of enjoyed that.

They got wholesome content from you and dog content.

Win win.

Tommy will make sure you have your meds.

If it lands during a stream he blacks out the camera and carefully gets you the things needed for it.

Get you a best friend like tommy.

They wont let you do much when in pain.

Tubbo

He doesn't fully know what to do. He went and spent a few nights over at your house.

Your parents asked his parents for help so they sent over tubbo.

They made a list but the poor boy couldnt read it.

"A sm-oosthie with their pain pill... what the hell is a sm-oosthie?!"

It took him calling tommy to ask him to tell him.

"Tubbo. It says smoothie and who is this fo-."

He hung up before tommy could finish and made the smoothie.

Your cat was quite cuddly.

When he walked in your cat was on your lap.

"Tubbo? When did you get here?" Oh yeah it was a surprise.

"Not too long ago. Your parents left and asked me to help."

He was doing it in all good.

But he scared you so badly.

He bought you a stuffed animal...

It was a huge minecraft bee. And by huge I mean huge.

Like here's the stuffed animal.

Ignore the child. I wished there was a better picture.

But yeah you get the point.

Tubbo may not know how to help you fully but he's trying.

Tommy came to visit with wilbur and phil.

Tommy was meeting up with them and you lived close to wilbur.

When they saw you laid up in bed, tubbo trying to find out how to help with your medication phil kinda went father mode.

You got homemade soup to take your meds.

Tubbo was quite happy to see you smiling and lightly laughing.

When they left you felt better.

Tubbo may not know how to do alot but he tried his best. And you loved every moment.

You got you best friend to help you. And nothing was better then that.

Ranboo

Ranboo spent the night and all you guys could do was joke about the pain.

The jokes were quite self deprecating too.

All night you guys were up.

You couldn't sleep because of the pain and he didnt want to sleep due to the fact he didnt want you to be alone.

So you two were sleep deprived and your parents were concerned. But understood you two didnt want the other to feel bad.

After you healed a bit your parents got called into work. Leading to you spending a few days over there.

Ranboo streamed a recorded with you in the back ground.

He forgot you were there once and he turned on face cam. There you were in the background nose deep into a book while wearing one of his hoodies.

You were freezing and your shirts were a bit too tight.

He just gave you one of his and that was that.

"Whis in the background?"-dono

"In the background?" He turned around to see you just reading your book.

"Oh. That's one of my friends. They had a surgery a week ago."-ranboo

He turned to you, "(y/n) say hi to stream."

Looking up you waved.

"My gay mind went brrr at the idea of no sacks of fat. Now body do the big pain."-(y/n) 2021

It brought a laugh to ranboo and his chat.

You joked through the pain. It was funny.

Dream

What is this I see? He's a simp indeed.

Low key he's answering your beck and call.

He's smothering you in love.

It may not be physical affection but it is still affection.

Your hoodies are replaced with his.

They are huge and comfy.

He saw something online that reminded him of you.

He said it was cute and decided you needed it.

You loved it. It helped you sleep.

Since sapnap lives with him he sends in sapnap sometimes because he's recording or has to get something that wasn't in the house.

Also when you found the zipper you unzipped it and found dream stashed some gift cards and little trinkets in it. Along with a note.

'Knew you would of found this.'-Clay

It shocked you kind of.

But you loved it. It was quite comforting that he gave his affection in these ways still.

Even if it wasn't physically.

Patches is on you 24/7.

She's cuddling you and being very gentle on you.

Low key she won't leave you though, she's following you everywhere, on your lap, sitting there when your on the toilet.

She's clingy. More clingy then before.

But it warmed your heart.

If george visits then he'll see a little gremlin making a b line to the bathroom.

All because the pain made your stomach feel upset.

And you hadn't eaten anything because of pain.

Dream is quick to rush in and see what's wrong.

You were sitting on the ground in the bathroom. Needless to say it didnt end well and you hated it.

"Baby. Do you want me to get you a smoothie and your pain meds?" You were grateful.

After leaving the bathroom you lightly hunched over you noticed the British man in your living room.

You watched his videos.

You waved lightly with a smile.

"Oh sorry (y/n) I didnt tell you george was coming did i?"

Your look told it all.

"Sorry you have to see me like this." You had the urge to apologize.

"No dont be sorry. Surgery is painful."-george

With a small nod you went back to your room and relaxed.

George

He didnt know what to do at all.

He answered your requests.

But he didnt know why you needed that thick ass blanket in the middle of the summer.

But now you have it.

Your stuffed animal that was left in the living room?

It's in your arms by your side.

He's sad it wasn't him in your arms but understood it would cause you pain.

He just lightly lays in your lap.

It brought you comfort and him comfort.

Your germilin ass tended you get up and walk at the weirdest time too.

3am?

Your are going to get a snack.

5am?

You are on your way to the toilet.

7am?

Your once more in the kitchen getting something to eat with your pain pill.

George slept through it and was confused when you weren't in bed like the doctors told you to.

He's quite meticulous with your meds and eating habits.

He doesn't push but makes sure you have something with that pill.

Hell try to help you with your bandages. But sometimes got queasy at the blood and stuff.

It was okay with you though.

You didnt mind that due to the fact that you too got queasy as well.

I think you guys sleep through this alot.

Wilbur and tommy visited.

You was shocked and confused when they had a few get well soon gifts.

Tommy got you a small fidget toy, just something to do with your hands sometimes.

Wilbur got you a few books and a small stuffed toy.

It was a orca.

You loved it but still loved the one that george got you.

He got you a little wooloo one.

It was something that was soft and easy to cuddle.

But the books wilbur gave you were amazing.

It gave you something to do for a long while. And it gave george some more cuddle time.

Other than not knowing what to do george was a great source of comfort.

Sapnap

Sapnap is a bit more experienced with it.

Kind of knowing what to do and all together he just know more then most people.

There is a regular schedule for you meds and so called meals, he changes out the dog pads if he notices them dirty. He knows how to maneuver himself next to you so there was no pain.

He also sucked up that he would be overwhelmingly hot and sat next to you under the blanket.You weren't nearly as cold because of that.

Also since sapnap lives with dream I imagine that dream pops in some times and so does patches.

You all were probably best friends as children. And people always thought that you and dream would get together.

Only because you two were more touchy.

But you saw him as an older brother, and took a liking to sapnap.

Dream was really suportive and saw you as a little sibling.

Dream probably saw you not doing to well and made you something to eat and brought your pain medication.

That was because sapnap was sleeping next to you.

Patches curled up between to two of you and dream brought in something you hadnt seen before.

A roll away bed.

This mother fucker got a whole new bed just so he could sleep in the same room as you and sapnap.

"Sapnap is a heavy sleeper. What if you need something?" He was correct.

You woke up to pain and discomfort.

Dream woke up but sapnap didnt.

You were mainly cold though...

How the hell were you cold with this man radiating radiation the heat of a thousand suns?

No clue. But probably the anesthesia since you were in sapnap room dream just opened the closet and tossed his hoodie to your lap.

You woke up sapnap when you put on the hoodie on accident.

He pushed up against your shoulder a bit more and draped his arm over your lap.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap mumble made you stiffen up. Dream seemed to fall back to sleep too.

"Just a bit cold." He lightly nodded into your neck.

"Mmmmmm. How though."-sapnap

"I dont fuckin know."-(y/n)

He let out a sleep chuckle and seemed to fall asleep again.

You just sat there. Patches and sapnap on you lap technically.

Sapnap woke up and made you breakfast at some point. You were in and out of it due to barely any sleep.

Dream woke up as well. You didnt even know when they left. But patches stayed with you.

Those weeks you were treated the best with these two with extra cuddles from patches.

I didnt know there was a max amount of paragraphs. But hey I guess it's something you find out sooner or later. So there is going to be a part 2. Including some character I missed.

#wilbur x reader #georgenotfound x reader #jschlatt x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #tommyinit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #mcyt fluff #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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Vinelle (and muffin since I know they'll see this too~!), I don't know if you guys have made a post ranking the Twilight books and why (including Bree and L&D if applicable) but I'd love to hear your opinions! (also if you could rank the Twi movies from least worst to most worst and why that'd be awesome too! 030 hi key love your rants on the movies and would love to hear y'alls thoughts more on them)-Sw

You’ve caught us out, anon.

And thanks to you, we spent last night watching Breaking Dawn Part 2 so we could rank it. @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin hadn’t seen it at all, while I half-remembered it from years ago. A terrible time was had because that movie was unwatchably bad.

Since this ask was sent jointly, our answer was co-written.

So, without further ado, movies first:

1. Twilight

This is a bad movie, but it’s recognizably a movie. The scenes are connected, there are things it did well, and we could tell you what the plot is. The awkwardness, for instance, is very well done. The weaknesses are glaring, the main one being that the film never sells us on the characters of Bella and Edward, nor on their relationship, relying instead on the audience knowing they’re in love because- well, they’re in love.

Diving deeper into Edward and Bella, there’s an understandable explanation for this. Edward of the books is terrifying, and I don’t think there’s a translation to screen that could have kept the romantic atmosphere surrounding him that we see from Bella’s point of view.

Bella can listen to Edward eating Biology and how he explains that it means how much he loves her and not blink. An actual audience hearing that dialogue will have second thoughts.

Right out of the gate, Twilight has a very difficult task: Salvage Edward Cullen while still producing a somewhat recognizable character who will take the same actions (or near the same actions) that Edward Cullen did in the book.

In the effort to make Edward palatable but save some of his original character he loses his more terrifying lines (as well as his hilarious ego) but becomes weird, awkward, and vaguely creepy. Edward Cullen of the films is that weird, friendless guy in your high school who you feel kind of bad for but don’t want to eat lunch with.

Bella faces a similar transformation. Bella’s insecurity is completely removed (or else the screenwriters somehow failed to notice it). As a result, we get this strange antisocial girl who is too cool for school because she’s a stuck up bitch.

Between Edward, this creepy guy who sits next to her in Biology, and Bella, this girl who enters school too good for everyone else, we see no reason why they would ever be interested in one another.

In an attempt to make these characters likeable they made them both unlikeable and boring. The film series as a whole never recovers from this (indeed, the quest to make Edward look good keeps leading to stranger and stranger places).

It also forgets to explain why the Cullens live among humans, they’re attending high school… because. It’s a movie that explained to us all those terrible 2010 era memes and “still a better love story than Twilight”. And frankly, those memes were great, better than the movie. Case in point.

Everything is weirdly blue, which is atmospheric but also makes everything and everyone washed out. Everyone is super pale, so you have Mike looking just as vampire-y as Edward. However, it’s recognizably a movie. It introduces the characters, recognizes that the audience needs to be informed of things that are important to the plot, and most scenes are in some way connected to the plot. This is more than can be said for the other films, which is why it lands the top slot.

2. Eclipse

Eclipse earns its second place by process of elimination. The remaining three were worse. Eclipse also features Edward being cuckolded mercilessly, which is hilarious. Oh, and Victoria playing Riley, that was another beautiful scene.

Apart from that it’s just a deeply boring, borderline unwatchable movie.

Special shoutouts go to:

The opening scene of Riley getting turned, a ridiculous and poorly executed scene that served no purpose for the movie whatsoever.

Rosalie dropping her backstory without any context, Bella walks up to her and Rosalie launches into this horrific story for no particular reason. Both her and Jasper’s backstories could have been cut, as they served no purpose to the story and felt really thrown in there.

The many, many redundant scenes. The Victoria chase that ends with the Cullens and Quileutes squabbling could have been cut entirely. So too could the Seattle subplot with the newborns and Bree.

It’s a movie that isn’t about anything in particular, so it throws subplot spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks. It dutifully regurgitates the Jacob/Bella/Edward love triangle while also trying to convey that Bella’s about to lose her mortality, while also trying to introduce suspense and excitement with the newborns. It fails to execute either of these, and it also fails to tie them together.

3. New Moon

The movie that wanted to skip itself.

This movie had two jobs, show that Bella is depressed when Edward leaves and convince the audience of Bella and Jacob’s strong friendship. And apart the rotating shots and the occasional Stewart voiceover, the former becomes one of those “just stay with us on this one, guys” failures, and the second is failed on every level. Jake and Bella are much closer at the beginning of this movie than they were in canon, and a montage of Bella hanging out with her buddy is just that, it’s a montage of Bella hanging out with her buddy. It speaks volumes that Stewart’s voiceover has to remind us she’s depressed and Jacob is helping her heal, because there’s no indicator on screen that this is happening.

This, in turn, makes Bella/Jake as weak and unconvincing as Bella/Edward was in the previous movie. We just have to take on faith that these people are important to each other because that’s what we’re told.

There’s also the wolves, who are completely butchered. In the books, there’s this great mystery with bears in the woods, there’s Bella wondering why Laurent ran off, there’s build-up, then when we find out what’s actually been happening it’s a satisfying explanation, all the pieces come together really nicely. This is not the case in the movie. Meeting the pack is just weird in this context, because we never wondered who they were. Bella is randomly invited to breakfast, we meet Emily with the scarred face who won’t ever have a line again, and that’s it, these characters don’t become important to the movie in any way. It’s a pointless scene that could have been cut, much like so many other scenes in these movies.

Apart from that, the Volturi scene from the books is butchered so I hardly recognize it, and Alice, Carlisle, and Edward’s characters are assassinated to an impressive degree considering they were barely in the movie.

It was hard to watch.

It lands third place because somehow, Breaking Dawn was worse.

4. Breaking Dawn Part Two

I’ll just list the positives: the intro was very pretty and promised a better movie. It was also long, which we appreciated because it took away from the movie’s runtime. (This is not at all an exaggeration, a lot of the time watching all five movies was spent looking at the remaining runtime and groaning.) The Tommy Wiseau sex scene in the sex cabin was uncomfortable, but the fact that it would have fit perfectly in The Room made it funny. The Romanians were genuinely, unironically, great, because of all of Carlisle’s trashy friends, these were the only ones the movie didn’t try to convince us weren’t trashy.

This movie ranks above Breaking Dawn Part One because of the things listed above.

Apart from that, something all of these movies, but especially the last four, suffer from is that they don’t have plots so much as they have a check list of things to put in the movie before they can call it a wrap. This movie is the worst offender of that, and it’s made worse by the film’s expectation that the people are fans who already know what’s happening, and therefore don’t need anything explained. I’ll explain what we mean by that.

We get Bella waking up a vampire, and absolutely nothing is explained. If you don’t know what happened in the last movie then fuck you. Bella then goes hunting, we get the hiker, we get the mountain lion, she goes back to meet Renesmée, finds out Jake imprinted on her daughter, we get the sex cabin, the handwrestling with Emmett. The Charlie problem is introduced (poorly), only to be solved a scene later with emotional payoff that had absolutely no buildup. All of these things, and the rest of the movie as well for that matter, feels like we’re just crossing items off a list.

Since the audience is expected to already know the story, the story only bothers to explain about half of what’s happening, if half. Who’s the lady living with Charlie? If you don’t know, don’t worry because it’s not important anyway. When did Kate and Garrett fall in love? If you don’t care, that's understandable, because they’ve barely interacted in the movie. Who are the Amazonian women? Do they have names? Don’t worry about it. Did Alistair actually leave, if so did that have an impact? Well, Bella stared at a window for a few seconds.

Every so often the characters will start quoting the books, and it’ll be completely out of place because these movies veered off course long ago. Carlisle references his great friendship with Aro, a friendship that was only briefly mentioned at the beginning of the second movie. Aro randomly starts talking about how scary human technology is.

All of these scenes feel like Marcus is telling the story, he’s just listing events waiting for the story to be over, and forgets a lot of pertinent details because he doesn’t care enough to remember them. There’s no effort to tie these scenes together, no effort to build up to anything.

There’s also one significant failure, and this is a failure shared by all five films, but it affects the plot (I use the term “plot” loosely) of this movie which is why it gets a special shoutout here. Vampires in these movies look human. The fact that Bella has to ask Edward is Gianna the secretary is human says it all, because in the books you know instantly, there’s not even a question. This makes the Charlie subplot ridiculous, because Bella looks and acts the same as ever. She had a trashy makeover, maybe, but she’s still Bella. Watching her get human acting classes after we watched her act perfectly human is just silly. Now, we’re all for suspension of belief, but this movie just pencil drew a moustache on her and the audience is supposed to go “My god, Bella, I didn’t recognize you!”

We then get to the atrocious fight scene, which was somehow worse than I remembered. It was also oddly long for a giant fake out. This scene took significant run time and it turns out to have 0 effect on the plot. And when we get back to the real world, the tonal shift is extreme. You can’t go from Jane being choked, dragged across the snow and face eaten by a wolf to her standing around chilling. We could have skipped it entirely, just had Alice touch Aro’s hand, and he goes “Ah, I see, cheerio.”

The end credits were pretty funny, “here are these random characters with bit parts in previous movies, isn’t this nostalgic?”. Nice try, movie. The fact this came after an extended clip show of the great romance of Edward and Bella, through blurry montage images that failed to be convincing in their original films let alone this one, just made it even more hilarious. Hope you didn’t completely ruin the director’s career, though honestly you should a bit.

5. Breaking Dawn Part One

As you can probably tell by the above entries, the fact that this is the worst one is really saying something. All the movies were hard to watch, but this one required pure strength of will to power through.

The big issue is that Breaking Dawn shouldn’t have been split in the first place. However, it was, and that meant that we got a movie that was almost entirely filler. (Followed, somehow, by a movie that was also largely filler.)

We get everybody preparing for the wedding. What do Mike and Jessica think of Bella and Edward getting married? What’s that, you don’t care? Well, now you know anyway. We get the full wedding, as in the whole fucking thing, including the afterparty. We get Bella and Edward traveling to their island, and there’s filler in the filler where they go clubbing in Rio. We then get every minute detail of the wedding night followed by every minute detail of the honeymoon.

There’s fanservice, and then there’s this. This was live action fanfiction.

NOTHING that in any way is relevant to the story happens, the closest we get is Irina looking stoned. Too bad the Denali’ refusal to help out in Eclipse was cut from the last movie, in fact I’m not sure they were mentioned at all previously in these movies (I think maybe Edward had a one-line reference in Twilight?) so this means nothing to people who haven’t read the books.

We then get to the pregnancy arc, which could have been Rosemary’s Baby but is instead as outrageously boring as the first half of the movie was. The director must have realized as much, because he gives us Jacob’s alpha plot that should have been cut from the movie (yes, I know it was in the books, but the thing about adaptations is that things have to go. For the record, I think Meyer should have cut it too). That subplot was straight out of an anime, by the way. Jacob claiming his ancestral rights as alpha while listing off his titles and the soaring music, was… every shounen anime, ever. Complete with the shitty voice acting.

It was a soul-crushingly boring movie.

Something that screws over the last four movies is that they were made to feed the fangirls, and generate revenue because the producers knew the fans were coming to watch the books they liked come to life, so they just had to throw scenes from the books and into the movies and let the magic happen. This is a terrible way to adapt something.

Special shoutout too to having to watch Taylor Lautner run around shirtless in four out of five movies. That was very uncomfortable and none of us needed that in our lives, Lautner included.

Super special shoutout to the fact that we disagree with nearly all the casting.

And this isn’t the post for that, but all of the characters were butchered. Some more than others, and some more insidiously than others. It’s the big things, like Carlisle’s character being turned on its head since he thinks all vampires are damned, exactly the opposite of what he thinks in the books, and the little things, like Jasper and Bella being buddies who bicker fondly in New Moon.

Then the books:

1. Midnight Sun

HANDS DOWN. This is easily our favorite thing to come out of the entire Twilight franchise.

Edward is every kind of crazy at the same time, all the time, and it makes every single sentence packed with delirious entertainment. Reading this book is having a stroke, a psychotic episode, and watching five different true crime shows all at once. We adore every letter of it. (That’s no exaggeration, we even laughed about Edward capitalizing “Son” when Carlisle refers to him as “son” in conversation.)

The book was more than we’d dared to hope for, one of those rare books that makes you go “This was written just for me.”

2. Twilight

The one that started it all.

Vampires are wonderfully creepy. Things like Bella staring at Carlisle acting like the mundane town doctor shortly after learning just how old he is, Alice explaining how vampires kill all, and the uncanny valley perfection of the Cullens all add to the otherness of these vampires, and the general atmosphere of the book.

The love story is convincing. Edward seen through the eyes of Bella is wonderful, the red flags are there but if it weren’t for the books that followed we wouldn’t have decried the ship the way we do.

3. Eclipse

Breaking Dawn is the more interesting book, but Eclipse has less things we outright don’t like. We get to know all the characters better, Edward and Bella are their usual beautiful selves, and it’s overall peak Twilight.

4. Breaking Dawn

Would have ranked much higher, we like what it did. Without it we wouldn’t be in this fandom now, as it brought so much amazing content. The baby plot is fine by us, Carlisle’s friends are great, the Volturi confrontation is a beautiful, if bleak culmination of preventable events. There’s a lot of great stuff in this book.

Unfortunately, and there’s just no diplomatic way to put this, so I’ll just come out with it: there’s too much Jacob.

He no longer had a reason to be in the story, given the way Eclipse ended he had every reason not to be in it. In spite of that we get an entire third of the book from his point of view, and then damned if he’s not shoehorned into the last third as well. He added absolutely nothing to the story, he was just there taking up space and being possessive of a toddler. His POV section was tough to get through, and his presence in book three was just painful. He should have been cut.

5. New Moon

This was the book we had to power through. There are some very good things in it, most notably the Volturi scene, but the Muffin and I enjoy Twilight for the vampires, and that makes Laurent and Hallucination!Edward the highlights of the part of the book where Edward is gone.

There’s also the fact that Jacob isn’t a very compelling character. He has to carry the book now that the Cullens aren’t doing it, and he simply isn’t up for it.

Yes, we’re aware that these books are ranked according to how much Jacob is in them. We don’t even hate him, not at all, it’s just that he’s boring.

(That being said, the books at their worst are better than the movies at their best. Jacob narrating his perfect playdate with Renesmée would still be preferable to… I’m trying to think of a good scene from the movies. Hm, nevermind.)

As for The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner and Life and Death, only I have read Bree Tanner and I don’t remember it well enough to give a proper assessment. I was bored with the OCs, though, bored to tears, throughout that book I was itching for Victoria and the Cullens. We have not read Life and Death, but we’re offended by its existence so it ranks bottom.

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From Lorcan With Love

WORD COUNT: 1707

SUMMARY: A "From Lukov With Love" inspired ice hockey x figure skating AU featuring Lorcan Salvaterre and Elide Lochan from "Throne Of Glass"

Lorcan and Rowan arrive early for training and walk in on a figure skater finishing her session. It isn't until she falls that Lorcan rushes forward, helping up the woman he learns is called Elide and immediately begins to fall for her charms.

"You know, you didn't have to wake me up this early, right?" Rowan drawled as they pulled into the Orynth Rink parking lot. With their first game of the season taking place next Friday, Lorcan Salvaterre - Goalkeeper of the Terrasen High Hawks - had booked out the rink for three whole hours of practice. Along with being Lorcan's best friend, Rowan Whitethorn was also the captain of the Hawks, their school's ice hockey team. Despite having napped for most of their journey, Rowan's brows were furrowed in a tired frown, his lips in a thin line as he stretched in his seat.

The capital's Ice Rink mainly housed ice skating: including singles figure skating, pairs ice dancing, as well as the annual sectional competitions and sometimes the national one also. None of that meant much to Lorcan, he just knew the Orynth Rink also showcased professional Hockey Teams, such as the Orynth Stags; a team he had dreamt of being a part of since he started his ice hockey journey at seven-years-old.

"Stop complaining, old man," Lorcan chuckled, smirking at the silver-haired boy. "Get the bags from the trunk will you?"

Sticking up his middle finger noncommittally, letting it fall into his lap, Rowan climbed out of the car, rounding toward the back of the vehicle. Lorcan switched off the engine and stepped outside. Grabbing the gym bag full of their gear, Rowan hauled it over his shoulder as Lorcan locked the car, the two boys walking through the parking lot and toward the rink.

The changing room was empty, as Lorcan expected, and the two boys changed in comfortable silence. They pulled on their team jerseys: deep green with silver writing that displayed their name and number. Paired with sweatpants and their elbow and shoulder pads, as well as their shin guards, the boys shoved their bags into the lockers, along with their phones, and headed out to the rink. Walking off the ice with skates on had always felt weird, even with the skate guards that protected the blade. Heading down into the stadium, Lorcan's eyes locked onto the lone figure skater within the rink. The clock overhead told him she still had fifteen minutes left, which meant he and Rowan had fifteen minutes of waiting.

Slumping down into a seat, Lorcan set his elbows against his knees, leaning forward and watching the petite, raven-haired girl dance across the ice. Beside him, Rowan drummed his feet lazily, Lorcan ignoring him completely as he listened to the sound of her blade across the ice.

When, and if, he saw figure skaters, they were always wearing glittery costumes in shades of reds, purples and blues. And though he was sure most skaters did dress down for practice, the girl before him looked like she dressed in the dark. Which, if she had booked a three hour practise, she just might have. Ignoring the grey leggings and burgundy sweater showing a Perranth Skating Club logo, she skated as though she was in front of thousands. Each turn was sharp but smooth, each of her jumps or leaps landing perfectly - to Lorcan's untrained eye, anyway.

"I was thinking we could do some new drills. As captain, I reckon we have a good shot this season. I think we could rank high, come out on top," Rowan started, interrupting Lorcan's gaze.

"Right, yeah. If the others even get here," Lorcan sighed, not that he minded. He was much enjoying his time watching the beautiful skater.

"Chill out, Lor. There's still five minutes, they'll be here," Rowan insisted, nudging Lorcan's shoulder.

Shrugging, Lorcan turned to face the rink, just in time to watch the skater turn back into a jump. She took off from the back outside edge of her skate, using her toe pick to help her spin twice, and just as her foot hit the ice, her ankle gave way. An echoing thud rang out around them as she hit the floor, her thigh and butt slamming down onto the ice as she fell.

Before he even realised what he was doing, Lorcan stood, rushing down the rows of seats and towards the rink. Removing his skate guards and tossing them to the side, Lorcan stepped onto the ice, skating over to the girl who was now curled up, a hand against her thigh and stretching a leg out before her.

"Hey, you okay?" Lorcan called, coming to a stop beside her and offering her a hand, "That looked like a pretty nasty fall."

The girl chuckled, rubbing her thigh once more and taking his hand. Her palm was surprisingly soft, cold enough to send a shiver through him as she gripped tightly. Hoisting her up, Lorcan didn't miss the wince that slipped between her lips. Before he could say anything, she shook her head, "It's fine, it's just my ankle."

As she stood before him, Lorcan tried not to smirk at the immense height difference between them. At least a whole foot. Instead, he just nodded, "Well, that jump looked pretty hard. From what I've seen you're a pretty good skater. You shouldn't let one fall get you down."

"Not good enough. I should be able to do that jump in my sleep. There's no way I'm going to win sectionals like this," she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Her left hand, Lorcan realised, was still in his. She hadn't put her ankle back down onto the ice, instead, she rested it against her other foot, off the ground where there was no pressure on it.

"What happened? Is it just a strain?" Lorcan asked, hoping he wasn't being too curious. His eyes were drawn to the flush of her cheeks, bright red against the pale shading of the rest of her face. With her mop of black hair against glowing skin, she looked ethereal.

"I wish," she scoffed, "No, I broke it a few years ago and it never healed properly. I lost my axel completely, had to relearn my entire program and make all the moves easier. I already lost regionals, I can't afford to lose sectionals too," she explained, her chest rising and falling.

"Well, how long until sectionals? Maybe with some assistance, and physiotherapy on your ankle, you might be able to win?" Lorcan suggested, watching the girl's eyebrows slowly furrow as she looked up at him. They were thick and black, arching over her face and defining it fiercely.

"You don't know when sectionals are?" she asked, as though it was the most obvious question in the world.

Lorcan chuckled, shaking his head, "Oh, no. I'm not a skater. I play ice hockey."

The girl blinked, her eyes widening, "Oh... Oh my god, I'm so sorry. You probably have no idea what I was just talking about, do you?"

Lorcan couldn't help but laugh, loving the way the girl's lips curled into a smile as he did so, "No, but it's fine. I can tell you're very dedicated. I'm Lorcan, by the way, Terrasen High Hawks."

"Terrasen High? Wait, Lorcan as in Lorcan Salvaterre?" she asked, brows raising. Lorcan knew he recognised her. He could have sworn she was in the year below him, he would remember her face anywhere.

"The one and only. You're a junior, right?" he replied, helping her skate back across the rink and toward the entrance. She reached for her skate guards as he remained on the ice. Slipping his hand to her elbow, he helped her balance as she stepped back onto the stone ground.

"Right. Elide Lochan, Perranth skating club," she smiled, sticking her hand out. Lorcan shook it happily, loving the warmth that radiated from her like electricity.

"Perranth is lucky to have you represent them," Lorcan smirked, biting down on his bottom lip. There was something about the girl before him, something that made him feel completely giddy inside. If his teammates saw him like this...

Elide rolled her eyes. Chocolate, Lorcan noticed, the perfect shade of swirly hazelnut. "Now you're just being kind!" she laughed, a melodic sound that he wished he could capture forever, "Thanks, by the way, for helping me up. I probably would have just laid there until my session was over."

Lorcan grinned, something he didn't do too often, "Well, you're lucky I was here. Couldn't have you catching a cold, can we? I heard hypothermia is a killer."

Pressing her lips together, Elide shook her head slowly, "No, I suppose we can't."

With an obnoxious slam, the doors to the rink swung open. The remainder of his team poured out, dressed and ready for their training session. A blur of green and silver, plus the grey, black and navy blue of Adidas sweatpants. Gavriel was at the front, the oldest on the team, his golden hair tied back in a bun and a grin on his face as he reached Rowan.

Rowan stood, patting Gavriel's shoulder and moving down the rows of chairs. "Lorcan," he called, heading toward the equipment cupboard in the corner of the rink, "Help me get the stuff out!"

They always borrowed sticks and pucks from whatever rink they were training at. Lorcan only used his own stick for final games, an object of good luck. They would also have to drag the goals out, setting them up to actually have something to shoot at.

Offering Lorcan a smile, Elide stepped back, rocking on her good foot, "So, I guess I'll see you around then?"

If he had his phone to hand, he would have asked for her number right there and then. But, he didn't. As she turned to walk up the steps toward the changing rooms, Lorcan called, "We have a game next Friday, will you be there?"

Elide stopped, looking over her shoulder and smirking, "Depends, are you inviting me?"

Pushing down the chuckle that tickled his throat, Lorcan nodded, "I am, and maybe we could hang out afterwards... Just the two of us?"

"Sure, sounds fun. See you Friday, then," Elide confirmed, turning almost immediately and rushing up the stairs.

Lorcan watched until she completely disappeared from view. He could smell the cinnamon and elderberries scent that lingered in her wake. Elide Lochan. Friday couldn't come sooner.

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flowercrown-bucky · 4 years

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The Secrets We Hide

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Loki has a secret. A big secret. When Thor needs his help finding Odin, his secret may be exposed.

Authors’ Note: My very favourite reader of my Loki series, Lavender Blue, asked for some more Thor, and whilst thinking about it I got a little carried away

Also Y/N has a last name in this that might make sense if you get to the end oop

If you’re waiting for the next part of Lavender Blue I fucking SUCK at writing smut someone help me-

"Where are we going, brother?" Thor looked curiously at Loki.

He'd been to Britain a handful of times in his life.

The very first had been sometime during what would later become colloquially know as the dark ages, in the early sixth century, he was inclined to believe. Earth, he had found, was wholly unremarkable, if England was anything to go by.

It was on this occasion that he had learned of his brother's magical talents, travelling on horseback through the countryside. He'd stumbled onto a (Remarkably small, he noticed) kingdom, ruled over by a gentleman by the name of Arthur. The real shock, however, had come to him upon entering the banquet hall in his host's castle, only to find his younger brother - who was, needless to say, not pleased to see him - sat next to his host. The lengths he'd gone to disguise himself were commendable, and the beard he'd magicked up was impressive, but there was no mistaking the mischievous twinkle in the eyes of Loki of Asgard.

However, the England Thor found himself in now was a far cry from the country of his memory. Winchester, he had been informed, was where the bifrost had brought them, but the cobbled streets he was walking on were about as unfamiliar to him as unicorn land.

Loki, however, definitely knew where he was. He had clearly been here many times before.

He'd replied to his brother's questioning with a disparaging look, continuing to walk on. All Thor knew about where they were going is that it had something to do with where Loki had placed their father three years ago. As for his personal theories? His mind was drawing a blank.

Eventually, Loki came to a stop in front of a single house within a terrace. A tall, unremarkable house, by all means, built with honey-coloured sandstone, the paint on the windows flaking with age, several panes baring the circular marks of a pontil. Three tall steps led to the front door, and the view of the living room through large window next to it allowing some insight as to the nature of its inhabitant.

Through the hazy glass, Thor could see a remarkably cluttered, disorganised room. A large leather armchair sat in the corner of the room, worn from use and decorated by a patchwork quilt. A similar rug lay on the wooden floor, a tapestry of fabric scraps. Opposite the TV was a grey cord sofa, upon which a number of odd and brightly coloured socks were strewn.

It was fairly safe to assume, Thor reckoned, that the inhabitant of this house - who was currently upstairs, based on the light coming through the window - was not his father.

So what the hell were they doing here?

Loki's three short raps of the knocker elicited a response from the house's inhabitant. They could hear them scurrying down the stairs and towards the door, and fumbling with the lock before opening it.

The woman on the other side was not what he was expecting.

The arrival of your visitors had come as somewhat of a shock to you, that much was apparent from your face. The second thing Thor noticed, was that you clearly knew Loki.

Your hair, slightly damp from the shower, was pulled up on top of your head, secured by a scrunchie, the deep green shade of which complimented your eyes. You were dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a red woollen jumper, your feet bare save for a silver ring around the second toe on your left foot and chipped nail polish on your toenails.

The third thing Thor noticed about you, was that you were very pretty.

"Father?" His voice came out as a squeak.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his brother laughing.

"Your father I most certainly am not." Your right eyebrow quirked bemusedly, crossing your arms. "But this is a surprise."

"Sorry, I must've forgotten to mention it." Loki grinned at you. "Can we come in?"

You stepped aside, beckoning the brothers through the door and into your home. You shot Loki a pointed look as he entered, prompting him to roll his eyes and, begrudgingly, remove his shoes and place them neatly by the door. In the interest of remaining polite, Thor followed suit.

"I take it this is not a social visit?" You asked, leading them into your kitchen.

The kitchen, Thor noticed, was nice. Homely. Small, but still, homely. The stone floor was cool under his socked feet, although his left being slightly warmer than the right led him to suspect your floor was central-heated, and the aga opposite him would probably heat the entire house. The beams supporting the ceiling were low enough that he'd hit his head twice, although he had noticed Loki had ducked, his posture automatically slouched so as to avoid collision.

Loki had clearly spent a lot of time in this house, in this kitchen.

You hopped up onto the counter, crossing your legs at the knee.

"Perceptive as ever, I see." Loki chuckled. "Although, my manners seem to have momentarily lost me. Y/N, this is my brother, Thor. Thor, this is Y/N Hudson. She's.... She's a friend of mine."

Thor did not miss the curious glance you shot at his brother.

"As delighted as I am to see you, Loki," You rolled your eyes. "What do you want?"

"It would seem that my dear brother has managed to lose our father." Thor glared at the dark haired man.

"I would dearly love to know how exactly one goes about losing one's father." Your lips quirked into an amused smile.

"And you're the only living being on this dull little planet who's capable of finding him." Loki ignored your attempt at riling him, catching your gaze.

"I don't understand." Thor furrowed his brow. "What are you, a witch? Do you have some sort of tracking abilities?"

"No, she's just very intelligent." Loki corrected. "Would you give Y/N and I a moment alone, brother mine?"

Thor nodded gruffly, watching you hop off the counter and walk out of the kitchen, into the room he'd first seen through the window.

He did not miss how his brother bit his lip as he looked you up and down.

Your front room was Loki's favourite place on Midgard.

It might even be his favourite place in the nine realms.

It had quickly become his bolt-hole, his safe place. It was the first place he'd ever been shown true kindness, where you'd brought him after you found him in a back alley, dying and alone. It was where you'd laid him on the sofa, where he'd been tucked under a blanket for the first time, where he'd drunk his first ever cup of midgardian tea. It was where you'd allowed him, a complete stranger, to rest and heal.

It was where he'd returned to pester this annoying, intriguing little human being, a process within which he discovered you were possibly less annoying and entirely more intriguing than he'd initially assumed.

He trailed his fingers across the back of your sofa absent mindedly, staring at the rings on your coffee table. You had a habit of leaving half-drunk, cold cups of coffee on this table - hence, the rings - something that irked him to no end.

The long hairs on the cushion caught his eye, and he wondered where the furry little beast might be hiding. Your cat, Kenneth, did not like Loki, a sentiment he wholeheartedly reciprocated. If you weren't so fond of it, he would more than happily fling the little monster into some unreachable pocket of a distant dimension.

His eyes reached where you'd perched on the arm of your armchair, one leg stretched out in front of you. He allowed his gaze to lazily climb the length of your body, taking all of you in.

Gods, did he love your legs.

"I've missed you, darling." He grinned up at you.

"I've not seen you for two weeks, Loki." Your voice was slow, deliberate. "And you come to me now, because you need me?"

He bit his lip, you had him there. He never was quite sure how to gauge your emotions, never sure how you’d react. Everything you did was carefully considered.

Even after all this time with you, you were still something of an enigma to him. It was one of the things that had initially drawn him to you, one of the things that he loved about you.

"On the contrary, my sweet." His voice had dropped, so much so that he was almost purring. "I always need you."

"Don't you try to charm me, silvertongue." You raised one finger in front of you, pointing it at him; a warning.

"Is it working?" He raised one eyebrow at you as he spoke.

"I'll let you know." You grumbled.

A soft chuckle left his lips, crossing the distance between you in two strides, dropping to his knees before your outstretched legs. He glanced up at you inquisitively, a massive grin stretching across his face at your nod of confirmation.

Gently, he lifted his hands up so his fingertips pressed at your stomach, at the little gap of skin between the bottom of your jumper and the waistband of your jeans. His fingers slid gently under your jumper, taking the woolen garment with it until his palms were flat against your stomach.

"Hey, little one." He cooed. "I can't believe how tiny you are. I can barely see you."

You laughed quietly, bringing your hand down to rest on top of his much larger one. He kissed the soft skin of your slightly swollen belly, and the intimacy of the small gesture made your heart swell with love and affection for both him and the child growing inside you.

"I wonder if they'll be blue." You mused, running your fingers through the ends of his hair.

"Why, in the name of all things unholy," He looked up from his ministrations. "Would it be blue?"

"Because, you're, well, you know..." You waved your hands expressively. "Nevermind. I had a scan a few days ago, do you want to see?"

You fished in your back pocket, pulling out a small folded piece of paper.

Desperation was not something Thor was used to.

However, in that moment, it was exactly what he as feeling.

He'd crossed his legs, he'd shifted his weight from leg to leg uncomfortably. But however hard he tried, he just could not shift the feeling. He needed to go to the toilet, and he needed to go to the toilet badly.

As the age-old saying went, when you gotta go, you gotta go.

He'd uncomfortably wandered towards where he'd seen you and his brother wander off to.

What he was not expecting to see, was Loki knelt between your legs.

His hands flew up to his face, shielding his view. He'd seen this before, and it scarred him for life.

What even had he seen?

His brother, kneeling between the legs of a mortal woman. Your jeans, he noted, were entirely done up.

Loki was kissing your stomach, caressing it, a dark piece of paper clutched in his other hand.

"Your daddy loves you so, so much," His brother had whispered to your stomach. "But don't give your mummy too much grief, ok?"

Words escaped Thor.

This woman Loki had brought him to, was pregnant. With Loki's child.

He cleared his throat, startling both you and his brother. Loki scrambled to his feet, anxious about being caught in such an intimate moment with you.

"I needed the toilet." Thor's voice came out in a much higher pitch than his intention.

"On your left." Loki's voice was barely a croak, his voice hoarse.

"I'm okay," His voice came out in a more nervous way than he was expecting. "Congratulations are in order, I think?"

"Yes." Loki's voice was gruff, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Thank you, brother."

"Thank you, Thor." You smiled warmly at the god.

"Anyway," Loki was evidently in a hurry to change the subject. "Do you know where the Allfather is?"

"He's in Norway. That's all I know. He's hidden himself well." You rubbed your chin thoughtfully. "But I do know a man who might be able to tell you more."

Loki's lips curled into a satisfied grin.

Thor's state of confusion remained long after they left your house. He was, as the mortals would say, totally gobsmacked.

Unable to provide the location of Odin, you'd handed Loki a neatly folded piece of paper. As far as Thor knew, his brother had not yet opened it.

Loki had kissed you passionately before he left, an uncharacteristic display of affection and one that made Thor deeply uncomfortable. He'd cleared his throat in a pitiful attempt to stifle a laugh, met only by his brother's middle finger in his face.

Rude.

He glanced at his brother as they walked. He'd not said a word since they’d left, but his hair was mussed from your fingers and his cheeks flushed from your embrace.

“I’m shocked.” He mused. “A woman - an attractive woman - likes you.”

“Harsh.” Loki frowned. “And she didn’t, at first. Like me, that is.”

“Smart woman.” He chuckled, eliciting a punch from the taller of the two.

In his many, many years of existence, he would never have guessed that Loki would be the first of the two of them to become a dad. He never would’ve even imagined his brother as a father in his wildest dreams.

In all honesty, he had never imagined a woman taking Loki as her lover.

He shuddered at the mental image. Yeugh.

“Congratulations, I guess.” A sudden fondness overwhelmed him. “Dad.”

“They are everything to me.” Loki’s voice was clear, concise in a way he had never before heard from his mischievous brother - he was, after all, the God of Lies. “I would gladly give my life to save theirs. I’d give yours, for that matter.”

“Your sentiment is touching.” He grunted. “Anyway, where are we even going, brother?”

He turned to his suit-clad little brother, watching him withdraw the piece of folded paper from his pocket. He unfolded it carefully, revealing your delicate, printed writing.

S. Holmes

221B, Baker Street, London.

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rynliadon · 4 years

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notes I took during my second viewing of tros (on my phone in the theater because I'm that asshole)

Warning: many a spoiler for the rise of skywalker ahead. if you haven't seen it this post will ruin the whole movie

kylo ren is a nasty ass emo boy with gross hair but adam driver's voice? god tier

what are they doing with Palpatine in this why wouldn't they just leave him dead

goddammit my dad figured out the big twist in the first five minutes

JJ ABRAMS IS A LIL BITCH FINNPOE WAS RIGHT THERE BUT HE GAVE POE SOME FUCKIN RANDOM ASS HETERO LOVE INTEREST OUT OF NOWHERE

cannot emphasize enough that kylo ren is gross

"I'm just... not feeling myself." -rey skywalker, 2020

okay is it nighttime or daytime make up your fucking mind

hold up the sith have their own goddamn LANGUAGE

wait who tf is rose. didn't she die last movie

my assholery is really showing as I spoil the movie for my family

leia: "never be afraid of who you are." rey: does the exact goddamn opposite

okay darth vader wannabe

the festival scene was actually really cool

rey you're too good for ben, he's a freaking douchebag. don't take his hand blergh

a thought: polyamorous rey x finn x poe

way to make an entrance lando

what is disney's thing with bloodlines?? WHO YOUR PARENTS ARE DOESN'T FREAKING MATTER 90% OF THE TIME. WHO YOU'RE RELATED TO DOESN'T MAKE UP YOUR PERSONALITY TF

they fly now? seriously?

yep. star wars would definitely kill all the important people a third of the way into the movie /s

I know they did their best because Carrie Fisher died, but all of her scenes fall flat. she barely talks and when she does it's ridiculously vague.

are the sith a nation? do they have their own planet? lore? are they ALL bad?

yes I just healed the snake thing with my magic, what about it

now we know what the baby yoda healy thing is ig

is Finn force sensitive? could he become another jedi?

just the IDEA of facing ren is giving rey a panic attack but sure reylos they're meant to be

how the fuck is kylo even ALIVE what the FUCK

they both be vibrating doe

POLYAMOROUS REY X FINN X POE THOUGH

[leaves to refill popcorn]

what is a spice runner? why is that significant?

zory's alright but I just HATE that they gave pie a hetero love interest

they gotta stop killing characters just to bring them back

jj abrams is still a lil bitch

how did they remember what 3PO said? I IMMEDIATELY forgot

ngl poe damaron is kinda hot. my inner bi is showing

oh what your girlfriend never tried to kill you before?

oh what your boyfriend never tried to control you by making him your only option?

oh what your girlfriend never stabbed you in the gut?

oh what your boyfriend never pinned you down and almost murdered you?

I miss han solo

okay tbh, Ben had potential for a redemption arc. there just wasn't enough of it there, and too much violence against his supposed love interest and everyone else.

the sith robe people don't seem real. neither does palpatine tbh. they just feel like ghosts.

why can't we explore the jedi and the sith as valid, opposite parts of the force. just like mistborn and avatar the last airbender. they're both necessary for balance.

yessss finnpoe the cogeneral boyfriends

tbh the lesbian kiss at the end pissed me off. I'm glad they know at this point that representation is important and including the gays gets them a wider audience of people who don't hate them but it pisses me off that they'll do the bare fucking minimum and praise themselves for it. a 2 second lesbian kiss, one unnamed gay man, both cut out for international audiences.

the sith audience served zero freaking purpose. they were just. there.

oh so the sith formed a choir huh. between the murdering and the evil they practice ominous harmonies

ow I ate too much popcorn

that lightning shot looks really cool

can't really see it but it's super badass

I'd be mad if they did kill someone I care about but I'm also mad they didn't. where are the stakes

They're blurry but I got a pic of the lesbians

I hate that reylo kissed but GOD the look he gave her when they pulled away.... watch me start to cry. adam driver you're incredible

I'll take this as confirmation that my rey x finn x poe ship is sailing

oh shit is it illegal to take pictures? woops

what happened to tatooine though? it's completely empty

"rey who?" *TEN HOURS LATER* "rey skywalker."

why the fuck does rey have a gold lightsaber? when did she even have time to make it?

jj abrams is still a lil bitch

You're welcome that was my commentary

Review

I liked the glimpse into Poe's past, but if I were in charge I would have made Zory an ex-boyfriend, and instead of Poe asking "can I kiss you?" it's Zory, and Poe says something angsty about being in love with Finn. I enjoyed the continuation of Finn pining after Rey, but I wish that he'd realized there was no hope and started to move on a bit. (with poe obviously.)

This is a bit of a we'll-never-be-happy-with-anything commentary, but I wish that an important character died without warning. they kept killing but bringing back characters (chewie and 3PO) and magically getting characters out of ridiculously dangerous situations (skimmer on water, climbing around the death star, about to fall off the star destroyer). I'd be mad if a character died, but I'm mad none of them did, if that makes sense.

I think that the Rey and Ben force diad thing whatever and their entire relationship had tons of potential, but they executed it terribly. They made kylo ren an unlikable character when he killed han solo for one, and the fact that they kept trying to kill each other made it impossible for me to root for them as a ship. However, I loved the ending they had, standing together against Palpatine. (side note- making Rey a Palpatine was GENIUS. big fan.) also adam driver and daisy ridley are incredible actors.

Main takeaway-- it could have been better, but I'm really happy with it. Overall I enjoyed watching it, which is the #1 priority for any movie, the twists and character arcs landed well to me, it had a satisfying ending to the trilogy. I'd watch it a third time. jj abrams is still a coward bitch but I can look past it.

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dingoes8myrp · 5 years

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Mom and I React to Game of Thrones 8x04

Recap

Jamie and Cersei

Me: "He's gonna have to pick sides again."

Bronn

Mom: "He's not gonna kill either one of them."

Jon tells Daenerys who he is

Me: "She's gonna flip her shit."

All the deaths recapped

Me: "It's like a Talking Dead In Memorium."

Mom: "How are they gonna get rid of all the bodies? My God. They're gonna have to have the dragons just fly over and burn them up."

Winterfell

Jorah

Mom: "She's gonna burn him and send him out into the water."

Me: "Send him out into the water?"

Mom: "Isn't that a warrior's funeral?"

Me: "No, that was Catelyn's family that did that."

Mom: "Oh."

Theon

Me: "Aww, Sansa. 'Cause he went through everything with her with Ramsay."

Mom: "And he got her out of there."

Sansa pins the wolf on Theon

Me: "Awwww he's a Stark." *teary*

Everyone gathered in front of the pyres

Mom: "Sam made it! I don't know how. Oh, and the wolf made it!"

Me: "He's so beat up."

Mom: "Everybody's beat up."

Funeral pyre

Me and mom are teary

Me: "I'm sad they didn't do any scenes with Lyanna and Arya."

Feast

Jon, Daenerys, and Sansa eat in silence

Me: "Oh, God. He's between the two of them and nobody's talking."

Daenerys calls out Gendry for being Robert's son

Me: "Oh, God."

Mom runs to answer her phone

Daenerys makes Gendry Lord of Storms End

Me: "Awkward. He's like 'Uh... What the fuck?'"

Sansa gives Daenerys the stink eye

Mom: "Oh, she cannot stand her and Tyrion sees it."

Me: "Because she doesn't want to let Sansa keep the North."

Jamie drinks with Brienne

Mom: "Brienne doesn't drink."

Me: "She doesn't drink before a battle. Now it's after the battle. Everybody needs a drink."

Mom: "I need snacks."

Me: "Seriously?"

Tormund nerds about Jon, Daenerys gives a stink eye

Mom: "Uh oh."

Me: "She's looking at Jon and Jamie like she wants to murder them. Varys sees it."

Mom: "Mad queen."

Tyrion guesses Brienne's a virgin

Me: "Oof. That's embarrassing."

Brienne gets up form the table, Jamie follows her

Mom: "Ooh! Ooh! He's gonna go take care of this virgin thing right now."

Tormund whines to The Hound

Me: "Oh, God. The Hound's like 'get away from me.'"

Mom: "Oh, Sansa's gonna go talk to him."

Me: "Well, he helped her when she was with Joffrey."

The Hound: "None of that would've happened if you'd left King's Landing with me."

Me: "Aww. He wouldn't have let that happen."

Mom: "He would've protected her."

Shit gets rowdy

Mom: "Oh, God."

Me: "There's Gendry still looking for Arya."

Mom: "'Where's my honey?'"

Gendry: *almost gets shot with an arrow*

Mom: "'Oh, there she is.'"

Gendry pours his heart out to Arya

Mom: "Awww, do it!"

Gendry proposes

Me: "She's not gonna. She doesn't want to be a lady."

Arya: "That's not me."

Brienne tends the fire

Mom: "Oh! Bow chicka wow wow! She's in her casual clothes."

Jamie knocks

Mom: "Ho-ly. Shit!"

Jamie takes his jacket off

Mom: "Oh, he's taking his clothes off!"

Jamie keeps finding reasons to remove more clothing

Me: *clap, clap, clap*

Mom: *gasp* "Holy crap!"

She's been shipping Brienne and Jamie so hard all along

Jamie kisses Brienne

Me: "Daaayeeemn."

Daenerys and Jon

Daenerys: "Are you drunk?"

Mom: "Kinda."

Jon: "No." *stumbles*

Mom: "Yeah, kinda, Jon."

Daenerys flips her shit at Jon

Me: "Yup. Queenie's gonna stamp her foot and pout until she gets her way."

Brienne and Jamie

Mom: "Has he slept with anyone besides his sister?"

Me: "I don't think so, but maybe."

Daenerys, Jon, and Sansa bicker at the war table

Me: "Nobody knows what the fuck's going on with Jon and Daenerys, but they're making the war talk awkward."

Arya: "We need a word."

Mom: "They already know."

Jon: "I've never been a Stark."

Me: "He's still a Stark. Lyanna was a Stark."

Tyrion asks Jamie if Brienne and Jamie are staying in Winterfell

Mom: "Well, he can't go back there. They'll kill him."

Bronn shows up with a crossbow

Me: "Oh shit!"

Bronn tells off Jamie and Tyrion

Me: "Oh... I don't like this."

Bronn: "What's double Riverrun?"

Tyrion: "High Garden."

Me: "Oh!"

Bronn nearly shoots Jamie

Me: "OH! Oh, God, I thought that hit. Holy fuck."

Bronn exits

Me: "Jamie wants to kill his ass."

The Hound rides through the snow

Mom: "There's The Hound."

Me: "Hungover, probably."

The Hound and Arya are both heading to King's Landing

Me: "Oh my God."

Daenerys pets the dragons

Mom: "Oh that's right, the dragons gotta heal up too."

Me: "His wing's all tattered."

Tyrion talks to Sansa about Daenerys

Mom: "She's gonna spill it. She's so spiteful."

Me: "She's not spiteful. She's just learned to spot psychos pretending they're not psychos, and she sees Daenerys's psycho showing."

Jon asks Tormund to take Ghost North

Me: "Aww. He's not gonna have his wolf. I don't like this. He's saying goodbye to everybody!"

Mom: "He doesn't wanna leave anybody. Oh, God. He's gonna die."

Me: "This is all bad."

The Ship

Varys: "How many others know?"

Mom: "Oh Christ!"

Dragon gets gunned the fuck down

Me: "AHHHHHH! AHHH!"

I was screaming

Mom: "Shit, they all have them!"

Yuron starts firing on the ships

Me: "Fuuuuuck"

Tyrion blacks out

Me: "OH!"

Varys, Tyrion, and Grey Worm wash up and can't find Missandei

Me: "Oh no, did she make it?!"

King's Landing

Yuron says he saw the dragon sink under the waves

Me: "That doesn't mean he's dead..."

Cersei tells Yuron she's pregnant

Mom: "It's not his child!"

Me: "He doesn't know that."

Cersei: "If she wants to take the castle she'll have to kill hundreds of innocent people first."

Me: "Um... She'll do it."

Dragonstone

Varys asks Daenerys not to slaughter the city and Daenerys gives zero fucks

Me: "Mm-hmm. You backed the wrong horse, dudes."

Varys basically says that

Mom: "He's gonna take her out."

Me: "Tyrion's gonna have to tell her."

Winterfell

Brienne tells Jamie about Yuron's ambush

Me: "He's gonna go."

Sure enough

Brienne walks out to find Jamie saddling his horse

Me: "She's like 'really?'"

Jamie goes back to Cersei for some reason?!

Me: "Who the fuck wrote that? That makes zero sense."

Mom: "Absolutely no sense. She's gonna have him killed."

King's Landing

Mom: "She's got Missandei, and all her crossbow things."

Me: "She has like a zillion of them."

Kyburn and Tyrion walk to one another

Me: "This is so tense."

Kyburn spouts to Tyrion

Me: "Goddddd."

Mom: "He's gonna go talk to his sister."

Me: "Jamie thinks he can flip it. He thinks he can talk to her and flip it. That's why he's going."

Cersei has her archers aim, then drops her hand

Me: "What a bitch."

Daenerys glares

Me: "One thing me and Dany agree on."

Tyrion begs Cersei to surrender

Cersei walks over to Missandei

Me: "She's gonna kill her."

Mom: "She's gonna push her off."

Missandei: "Dracarys."

Mom: "Isn't that for the dragons?"

Me: "She's telling Daenerys to burn the city."

The Mountain executes Missandei

Mom: "Nooo!"

Mom: "Oh my God! Ugh. She just did it. She just killed her whole city. What the fuck?"

Me: "Well the two mad queens are going to kill the city."

#Game of Thrones #mamadingo #Mom watches GoT #Dingo watches GoT

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alarians-history-and-lore · 3 years

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Their Fate

The peace they had gotten so used to had been shattered in what felt like moments.

Four children, one of which was still so young. But none were old enough to experience the horrors that would come.

The peaceful Alarians suddenly attacked at their home by a hostile and very mysterious race. They didn't communicate. They ignored any pleas, if they understood them.

Any ablebodied warrior was called to defend their planet however possible.

That included Vohzyn and Zevnyr Leif.

They left Khoti in charge until this was over. The four boys watched their parents leave with wide eyes, Ayatos letting out terrified cries from next to Taanyth, Khoti's face filled with determination and fear.

Alyru looking up to the sky as if the answers were there.

The last hugs the four boys ever got from their mother and father passed far too quickly, and then they were gone.

The two warriors went off to join the cause in trying to defend their home, watching their house disappear into the city below.

"You think they'll be alright?" Vohzyn asked her husband, shaking a little.

Zevnyr stared down out the ship window, nodding. "They'll be okay. Khoti is responsible when he has to be. He had to grow up eventually. Alyru will follow his lead. They'll protect each other."

Vohzyn sighed softly. "I just wish they didn't have to live through this at all. Ayatos is so small still." She shivered and leaned into her love. He kissed her on the forehead, trying to comfort her.

"We'll fight to keep them safe, dear."

He nodded at one of the captains who came by to issue them more offical armor. They'd left their own armor with their sons to protect them.

As they approached the destroyed area the attackers had hit first, a chill silence fell over the ship.

Entire buildings toppled over, smoke filling the sky.

Vohzyn shivered, hoping her children never disappeared into a sight like this.

Zev gently nuzzled against her, sensing she was terrified for her babies. "Easy." He murmured.

The woman just let out an uneasy sound.

"Please let this end well..."

---

The war raged for far longer than either species really expected.

Three years.

The attackers found it harder to hit cities as the Alarians held a defense. They may have been a peaceful race but they could defend themselves.

But every battle that happened was a loss for them. Bodies disappeared.

They were being taken.

It became rumors that these aggressors wanted cores.

It only made the Alarians more determined to live.

Zevnyr was on the front lines with his wife, in small ships among the swarm of fighters, taking out as many attackers as possible and driving them away from cities.

They even came close to their home town a couple times, but fortunately it semed it was a small enough city to not really be targeted.

Though, in the end it didn't matter...

---

The next attack they went into was devastating. There were far more than there had seemed to be. The attackers had lead them into a trap.

There were ships being shot down left and right. The last thing Vohzyn heard of her husband was a cut off yell for help and then silence. She began to panic, calling his name over the comms, just for nothing. She saw his ship plummet past her and crash into the ground. She turned to try and get to him, landing her own beside his.

It was raining fire as she ran to it, prying open the door with her bare hands.

Her husband was lying unconscious and bleeding in the cockpit. She grabbed him out and began to carry him away, heart pounding in her ears.

"Hold on, my love..." She told him, desperately getting as far away from the bloodbath as possible. More ships crashed around them, but the only thing she could do was try desperately to live.

She found a relatively quiet spot beside a wrecked building and set him down, looking him over. "Zev..." She murmured, looking over his figure, prying the helmet off his head, starting to shake. "Zev, c'mon..."

Vohzyn began doing her best to heal him, core glowing bright in her chest.

"Please..."

Zevnyr coughed and came to, seeing his wife over him. "Oh, am I dead? I see a lovely guardian star..." He slurred.

"Not the time for flirting, sweetiebun." She told him. "You've got a couple broken ribs, hold still. We are going to go get to our children after this, okay?"

Zevnyr coughed some more and winced. "Yeah... we will." He was in clear pain.

She kept on healing him, desperate.

That's when she heard footsteps and looked up.

Several attackers were appraching. One pointed at her. The lanky armored figures began moving in on them.

"Oh no you don't! Get away from my honeycakes!!" She summoned a spear and stood over her husband, ready to fight for him.

She saw something aimed at her, got ready to fight... and then white.

White and silence.

"No... NO!!"

Her voice echoed and yet felt like it went nowhere.

She began crying her children's names, already feeling nothingness and helplessness. It overtook her so suddenly.

She saw stars all around her as it faded.

Her fight was over.

---

Alyru felt his heart skip a beat.

He and his brothers were hunkered down in their house as usual when he froze.

"No."

Khoti turned to him from his papers.

"'No' what, Alyu? You okay?" The redhead got up and walked over, noticing how suddenly shaken Alyru seemed.

Taanyth stirred from his nap, being careful not to disturb the sleeping little boy in his lap. Ayatos was very clingy and couldn't sleep unless he was next to someone. "Mm...?"

Alyru's cheeks had lit up and the young man began pacing.

"Nooononononooo-" He whined, looking distressed.

Khoti grabbed his hand and tried to ground him. "Breathe. Talk to me, okay?"

Their eyes met.

There was a long pause.

"They're gone."

A tense silence.

"W...what?" Khoti asked quietly. "What do you...?"

"Mom and dad. They're gone."

Taanyth's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No way you could tell that. Do not joke about this, Alyru. It's not funny." His voice was shaking.

Khoti felt chills in his body. Alyru did not look like he was joking. As much as he and his brother liked having fun, joking around, even pulling an prank together.

This was not one.

Alyru looked sick, almost. He was shaking, beginning to cry.

"I felt it. They're... de...dead. They're gone."

There was a long silence between them.

Taanyth looked horrified. "No, it... it can't..."

Khoti was eerily still, his demeanor shifting slowly, his face looking so... horrified. As if he couldn't process it.

His hands tightened into fists.

"No."

Alyru shook his head, wiping tears from his eyes. "They're-"

"No. Shut up. They're not dead." Khoti snapped.

Taanyth froze, looking startled. Alyru looked equally as surprised. "Khoti...?"

The second oldest stomped a foot, almost looking like he was going to punch his younger brother. "They're alive!! And no amount of your freaky powers saying otherwise will convince me!" He yelled.

Alyru winced back like he had been struck and huffed. "F...freaky...?"

"There is no way you just 'felt them die'! I know how weird you are, it's just another one of those oddities!"

Ayatos let out a sleepy coo and sat up, looking a little annoyed. "M trying to sleep..." He whined.

"Blame Alyru!" Khoti snapped, seeming to become even more hysterical out of nowhere.

Taanyth stood carefully while repositioning his little brother and tried to calm Khoti down, telling him to relax. "Nothing is going to get better by yelling at Alyru. Breathe, brother."

Khoti went still, a sort of chill going over him.

"...Yeah. Whatever." He snapped. He turned and went back to what he had been doing like nothing ever happened.

Alyru turned to the other two, looking for anything from them.

Ayatos looked confused. "What...?"

Taanyth gently patted his tiny brother on the head.

"It's okay, little one. Nothing to be afraid of."

"But why is Khoti so angry?" Ayatos looked between them, trying to get an answer.

"Just Alyru's magic again." Taanyth replied. He looked over at Alyru as if warning him not to bring this up further.

Alyru sighed and went upstairs on his own, looking up at the sky from his room. "I hope I'm wrong." He whispered, staring up at the two visible moons past the rings he knew so well.

"Please let me be wrong. Let them come back safe."

Despite it, he knew he was right.

His brothers would soon know that too.

He had felt something snap in Khoti.

The man had been slowly changing over these three years, but that had been a breaking point.

It was all coming apart...

"Please, please protect us, bring us safety. Let everything return to normal. Let them leave..."

He was crying now, rubbing at his cheeks and trying not to hear what he could hear, shut out what he saw.

"Make it stop..."

#alyru leif #ayatos leif #khoti leif #taanyth leif #Vohzyn leif #Zevnyr leif #oneshot #backstory #non TFL

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