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chosopie · 2 months

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SHE’S EVIL - CHOSO KAMO

cw: mentions of gore, smut, bdsm, sub choso

Choso was absolutely obsessed with you. Every single night, he would watch true crime to stay updated with your latest murders. No one knows what you looked like, but the thought and idea of you turned him so much. A dangerous woman with enough power and skill to shake the whole country and bring it to shambles—all that got his dick leaking.

One night, as he watched the latest news about you, his eyes widened in shock and excitement after reading the headline. You had skinned someone alive, ripping their back and ribs off to make wings out of them, turning them into a fucked-up angel, then you hung them on the brick walls of an alley that was just down the corner of the street. You were so close to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

He admired you a lot, not because you were just some cold-hearted killer, but because you had motive. In a cruel world full of injustices and corruption, a lot of bad men get to walk away free from their crimes while their victims had to live the rest of their lives carrying the burdens and trauma of their past. In some way, you were a vigilante, not like Batman. You were more gruesome and violent, leaving your victims in a state that no one skilled enough could replicate. You were an artist in some wag. There was this one instance where you decapitated a man, and gutted him from the inside out, tying his organs around his body like necklaces and bracelets. You made murder look so beautiful.

Choso found it so hot.

That gave him a clue. He decided to venture to the nearby local hospital. He asked around for their most prestigious surgeon. “I need to meet the best,” he demanded. The lady by the desk called you—a classy woman who was finely dressed in a perfectly tailored blazer with a white dress shirt peeking underneath. The tight pencil skirt you wore showed off your curves. Your shoes were from a famous Parisian brand that was surely expensive and chic. You were the epitome of class and elegance.

“You can meet me by my office if you have any concerns. I’d be more than happy to help,” you flashed a smile at him, your teeth were perfect and well-kept. There was something eerie about your smile. It was too perfect that it didn’t seem genuine at all.

Choso wasted no time and dragged himself to your office. After a few minutes of waiting, it was finally his turn to “consult” you. Something in his gut made him so sure that you were the notorious killer.

“Good afternoon, mister…?” You quickly stole a glance at him, then looked back down on your notebook, your hand quickly writing notes about the previous patient.

“Choso,” he replied.

“What seems to be the problem, Choso?”

“Are you the one responsible for all those… art pieces?” Choso gulped, his face turning pale from the anxiousness the crept within his chest.

“Art pieces? I’m a surgeon, dear,” you responded without taking your eyes off your notebook, busily jotting down additional information about your patient who suffered from a severe form of hernia. You remained calm despite knowing exactly what he was referring to. The man seemed to have no ill intention towards you. Perhaps you’ve gained quite an audience and some fans.

“The angel,” Choso spoke again, hoping it would clarify things. It felt like a futile attempt. Of course, if you truly were the killer, then you wouldn’t just reveal yourself to someone like him.

“What about it? Did you like what you saw?” You finally stopped writing and stood up. Choso couldn’t help but look at your dress shirt which was unbuttoned on the top, giving him a glimpse of your push-up bra.

Choso instantly turned red, sweat forming on his temples. “Yes. Well, I think you’re very skilled. You’re the best out there,” he stuttered.

“Of course I am,” you grinned.

Now that you’ve revealed his identity to him, Choso found himself in the best possible situation he could have gotten into, right between your big thighs, his tongue swiping and sucking on your clit until you cum and squirt on his pretty face.

Choso begged you to let him fuck you, but you told him to be patient. He was on his knees, arms tightly wrapped around your leg while he desperately humps you, smearing his pre-cum all over your leg.

He amused you, and because of this, you decided to keep him around as your little toy. You can't keep relying on killing assholes to keep you excited. You needed a little fun when it comes to sex and bitches too.

Choso would frequent your office or you'd bring him to your car so he could relieve you. If he was good enough, you'd return the pleasure by riding his dick until his eyes are rolled back and his tongue was sticking out. Sometimes, he'd even ask you to hold him at gunpoint or to press a knife against him. He was your cute and freaky sex doll. Your pride and ego forbid you from admitting this, but you’ve grown a soft spot for him.

#rev.writes #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #choso kamo x y/n #choso kamo x you #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x female reader #choso kamo smut #jjk smut #choso smut #jjk choso

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jacksfandomrandom · 2 months

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~Flare up~

Vaggie has bad chronic back pain even after she gets her wings back. what will happen when you pain flares up and she tries to hide it, making it worse?

Having wings was the best and the worst in Vaggies opinion. She was no longer intimidated by tall shelves, she could kiss Charlie on the forehead, she had a height advantage in battle finally, and Charlie thought they looked hot. But a few downsides were definitely having to preen them, the reminders of heaven, and oh yeah, her back pain got worse. She used to have chronic pain from the trauma her back endured when her wings were ripped off. It was basically like someone ripping your leg off. She had a lot of phantom pains but unfortunately they got worse when she did get her wings back. Why did they get worse? Her back now had to work a lot more and she had to use her core more when flying. It made her back sore almost all the time. Unfortunately, she would also get intense flair ups. Basically, it was when her already sore back would get increased pain at random times. Sometimes it was brought on by something or it was just random.

In order to stop Charlie from worrying whenever her flair ups would happen, she would try to hide them the best she could. She knew it wasn’t the best to lie but she didn’t want her partner to spend a lot of time on her when she could be worrying about the hotel. If she knew, she might suggest that she stay out of bad situations in case her pain was flaring up. That would be horrible because then Vaggie wouldn’t be able to protect her princess.

However, one day, that all changed.

Vaggie was helping out with the activities as normal, trying to work on redeeming Angel and doing things that were personalized to helping him. They were doing a bean bag toss game mixed with a therapy lesson where every time you missed the whole, you had to restate the coping mechanism you would use when you have urges.

It was Vaggie’s turn to toss and she made it in the hole first try. Alastor came up from behind her and slapped her back.

“Great job, dear!” He congratulated her with a very mocking smile. She couldn’t even pay attention as she felt pain building up. It was getting mighty strong that she could barely move. She held her breath, trying to wait for it to pass but it didn’t.

“Oi, Toots, mind moving?” Angel asked as it was now his turn.

“R-right, sorry,” She tries her best to move back to the end of the line. Charlie could sense something was wrong and went up to her.

“Babe, are you okay, that seemed to have really hurt you,” Charlie asked with worry in her voice.

“Y-yeah, the slap just scared me is all,” She assured. Charlie left her alone, trusting her partner enough.

As the activity went on, the flare up got worse. It continued to build up with every moment. Her head was starting to throb in coherence with her back. It was actual torture just trying to move. She didn’t even try when her turn came next to throw the bag. It caused her so much agony.

Charlie could tell something was up with vaggie. She was acting so secretive but also like she was suffering. She hated seeing her partner hurt and tried to talk to her about it again but Vaggie quickly changed and avoided the topic.

When Vaggies turn came once again, she was scared. She was now feeling really lightheaded and the agony was horrible. She wanted to rip the flesh out of her back. She just wanted the pain to go away. It took everything for her to not moan and whimper in pain with every step she took to get to the front. When she bent over to pick up the bag, she felt her legs start to shake and her vision was getting wonking. She stood back up and swayed.

The pain suddenly reached its peak. She grunted and fell to the floor, almost passing out in the process.

“Vaggie!” Charlie ran up to her and sat down with her on the floor and set her head in her lap.

Vaggie whimpered, not being able to keep up the mask anymore. Her breathing was labored and heavy. She gripped tightly to Charlies pant leg.

“It hurts…so bad. Make it go away…” she cried softly. It was too much. She needed help. Now she had to ask for it.

“What hurts?” Charlie asked with concern filling her voice. After getting more whines in return, she asked again, “Please tell me, baby,”

“B-back. F-flare up…” Vaggie whimpered. Even talking made her pain worse. She was sweating from shoving the feelings down.

Luckily, Charlie knew what this meant. She knew that Vaggie had chronic pain and flare ups but never knew they were this bad. Vaggie would only ask for a painkiller, saying it wasn’t bad enough that she needed anything more. Charlie always offered to give her a massage but Vaggie always turned her down, saying that it really wasn’t that bad. And of course, she believed her.

So, when Vaggie told her about the flare ups, crying, Charlie knew it was bad.

“Angel, go grab an ice pack from the freezer, Husk, get an over-the-counter painkiller from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom,” She commanded. The two split up, grabbing the things, now knowing how serious this was due to Charlie’s tone.

“It’s okay, sweetie, the pain will be gone soon, I promise,” She tightly embraced her head and kissed her forehead. Charlie gently tried to massage her back.

“a-AH” Vaggie yelped in pain. Charlie quickly took her hands back, seeing the negative reaction.

Angel returned with multiple ice packs and a heating pad, just in case. He used to have flare ups in his back from when he first started his porn career, so he knew how to deal with them. He wasn’t used to the intense work days so he would often have back pain.

“Here. If these don’t work in the next five to ten minutes, try the heating pad instead,” he advised. Charlie mumbled a thank you before placing them everywhere on Vaggies back. Charlie was still sitting on the floor, criss-cross, with Vaggies head in her lap.

Husk came back with a water bottle and a bottle of pills. He handed them to Chralie and she proceeded to take two out.

“Open up, honey,” She told Vaggie in a soft and calming voice. Vaggie moved her head slightly and opened her mouth. Charlie set the two pills in her mouth and held the water to her lips. After she swallowed the water, making the pills go down, she laid her head back down in her lap.

After about 4 minutes of Vaggie laying down on Charlie, she stopped whimpering. Charlie saw this as progress. Everyone was sitting around them, waiting anxiously. It scare them to see their strongest shoulder cry in pain due to back problems. They could only imagine how bad it must be.

Finally after about 12 minutes, the pain died down. She felt so much better, but still kept her head in her lap. It felt nice. Her lap was warm and comforting. Any parts of Charlie were warm and comforting if she’s being honest.

“M sorry for making you all worry,” She apologized. Being a burden to people made her feel a bit weird and awkward. She doesn’t know how to react because she wasn’t used to people caring.

“Ay, don’t worry ‘bout it, toots. I understand how bad d’ees flare ups can get. If ya ever want to talk ‘bout it, I’m here,” Angel told her. Even though they fought a lot, he still tried to bond with her in ways.

“Thanks…” Vaggie mumbled tiredly. All that agony really tuckered her out. And Charlie was extremely comfy and she wanted to savor the moment.

“How about we move you to bed?” Charlie asked.

“Mk” she replied. Charlie handed the ice packs and heating pad to Angel before lifting her fallen angel up. The pornstar followed them up to their room and helped Vaggie get situated. They had her lie on her stomach on the bed with the ice packs on top of her.

Even though she hated being a burden to people, it was nice to know that people actually care about her. She wasn’t very used to it because of how brutal heaven was. But she was slowly getting better and that's all that mattered.

#charlie x vaggie #chaggie #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel vaggie #Vaggie angst #angst #Hurt Vaggie

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mushroomnoodles · 4 months

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tw bodily fluids

was simons pregnancy more painful than any other ones?? was there a gigantic mess of like blood and "other stuff"?? like.. birth takes soo long to do seriously like 4-8 HOURS on average or are we just gonna like not include this for the sake of not being nauseous ( + old mans remaining sanity )

tw/cw for sfw and non kink mpreg, as well as labor, water breaking.. and discussion of birth details + injury while trying to keep it vague.

ill go into it once- yeah, it's pretty safe to say simon had a rough time with the labor. i've stated this before, but he was experiencing labor pains for a few days before he went into active labor- see, he didn't think much of it because every now and then his body would try to have morrigan and be unable to because of the seal, so braxton hicks and actual false labor was.. not something he was unfamiliar with.

it wasn't until the contractions got so bad they were nearly debilitating and he felt morri shift inside him to get ready to be born that he went, oh no, oh no no no, he's having the baby.

more under the cut, there's art down there too but like heed the tags. i'm still trying to keep the discussion.. not super heavy.

we all know what happened next, with marceline bringing him into the woods and not being able to make it. because like, right after she set him down, his water broke.

blah blah, they run into finn, explain simon is like, pregnant and about to give birth, set up a location, and then simon (and marcy) are faced with another problem.

it's pretty obvious to everyone that simon's bump was huge. morri is huge. the actual place they'd be born from.. not so much. but that doesn't dissuade morri, who has been trying to get that gd seal off them for months, and is not going to waste another second hiding in their old man. things are going super fast.

and things do not look great down there. marcy is totally winging this delivering a baby thing. simon kept going from silence- just trying to ride through the contractions, to screaming like a dying animal. marceline was terrified the whole time, especially when simon said he felt like he was gonna rip open.

(pretend the fallen tree is behind simon.)

so yeah, it was pretty messy. simon did not make giving birth to a twelve pound baby out unscathed, he definitely tore. when morri was out marceline gave him what little medical attention she could, which honestly wasn't a lot- pb had to do some quick fixing when she showed up, and i don't think he would've made it if not for the cosmic energy radiating through him from carrying morrigan.

it was a good while before simon recuperated enough to be moved, and it sorta spooked everyone when he just.. got up like he didn't just finish pushing out a 12 pound baby. those pain meds were a godsend, by the way, simon was never happier for them in his entire life.

victory! they got him home and in bed with his brand new baby, and marceline stuck by for a few weeks to help take care of morri while simon healed. simon was zonked out but very happy to have a baby in his arms, his baby.

also bonus: simon wakes up the next morning

he feels like five trains ran through his entire lower half. homedawg lived on those pain relievers from that point on

#i have a mproblem #a #cw mpreg #tw mpreg #mpreg #simon petrikov mpreg #golbaby #tw labor #cw labor #cw bodily fluids #plainvanilla

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convexheadcanons · 28 days

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Hello I am here with another headcanon dump and some more art! :P I made this lil thing a bit ago to demonstrate my headcanon about how Vexes use illusions to maintain a more mundane-seeming form. When they're stressed things like a blue eye glint, white hair strands, and more ashy skin start to peek through as control over the passive illusion slips. Often in times of intense magic use and combat they just drop it completely cause it's too much of a bother.

The Convex generally prefer their more human appearences out of familiarity but drop it when they want to be intimidating, are exhausted, or having a more quiet intimate moment and feel comfortable showing that form with whoever they're around. (Btw the glowing scar on the chest is where his soul was ripped out. Cub has one too but it's hidden most of the time. :P)

Giggling kicking our legs

YOU GET IT HEHEH, IT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING, Vexes are magical creatures sure they have some limitations but they're literally MAGIC HELLO? THINK OF THE THINGS THEY COULD DO WITH THAT?

I absolutely adore both this post and the art holy moly, I see their magical stamina as a Stardew Valley kind of energy depletion ; they have a certain amount of magic, it takes time to regenerate the magic, like how blood is regenerated or skin cells - at the start it felt strange to both of them for their magic to regenerate ; like there was something there and moving inside of their very veins. But they got used to it, they also got used to the physical altercations that came with being vexes - sure they looked a bit different, Scar had larger wings than Cub, but Cub had a long tail with a sharp and curved ending - but they understood each other, they were there for each other the whole time, and it took them a long time but they found they could revert back to a more human form!

I see at the start they didn't understand the idea of having a magical barrier and they often overworked themselves to the point they couldn't hold the illusion anymore so they went to one another and waited until they were okay; until they looked like what they imagined to be 'normal'

It hurts a little to change between forms so quickly, it's just like having growing pains though - the body shifting to accompany the new physical showing of their real and true nature ; and only a few hermits actually have seen their true forms sure they know that they're vexes and they sold their soul - but only a certain few know how bad it is - Xisuma already knows being a voidwalker comes with a few perks - but he acted like he didnt know until they came forwards and had to tell him.

They are the worst people to have this kind of power, because they are both known for their over exertion in their builds so most of the time they collapse in their true forms and allow the other to take care of them (obviously with the chastising of self-care that they know that the other would never follow up)

[As for the soul being ripped out YES, I WAS RANTING TO WITHER ABOUT THIS - there are different ways to give a soul ; more ethical ways but vexes they enjoy violence, dominance so instead of being patient and coaxing out the soul in a peaceful and unpainful way, it was simply yanked out of the chest]

OUGH, I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THEM AND THIS AND THE ART I'M RUNNING AROUND MY ENCLOSURE AMD JUMPING

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#convex #hermitcraft cubfan #hermitcraft gtws #Oh you've hit the nail on the head here #I LOVE your art by the way - its SO GOOD!#Them having their souls taken is so them #Oh you've got heart on his rant #I love the idea that they have four-ish forms #they are like little demons #They're literally the guys ever #Only they can take care of each other - they know what one another wants #They also love pulling pranks in their true forms - Halloweem is one of their favourite times #tyxaar ask #- 🥀

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icey--stars · 1 year

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Stories To Be Told: PART 9

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A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

A/N: the next part will be out MONDAY! and next week, it will be posted every other day instead of every day, just because I need time to catch up on writing this, so ya'll dont have to wait like a week or something lol BUT! requests are open, and i might pop out a few of my own oneshots on the other days <3

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The next day, Azriel wasn’t at training. My cough had gotten worse, but the weird feverish symptoms had mostly gone away. I still felt clouded in the head, but asked Cassian if he wanted me to take over Azriel’s group for the week. He nodded and thanked me, electing to not notice when I coughed into my elbow. Smart decision on his part.

The priestesses were a bit concerned, but none commented on it as I led them through their work for the day.

The rest of the week went about the same. The day before my off day at work though, my boss asked me to fly out and retrieve more boxes that had been dropped.

I didn’t mess up too bad, but I did drag a wing tip under and almost ended up in the harbor. Something did go wrong though. When I landed on the dock, near the edge, a guy, just some random High Fae I'd never seen, came over to me.

“What are you doing here scum?!” He yelled.

I narrowed my eyes, setting down the box. “Sir, what is the issue?”

“The issue is you! Your pathetic kind!” The male said.

A few dock workers glanced over as they walked on and off ships.

“You’re all warmongering idiots! Disrupting the hard earned peace of this realm!”

I took a deep breath. “If you have an issue with how things are being handled regarding Illyria, don’t talk to me. I have no control over anything.”

“Sure you do,” he insisted. “We see you flaunting your steel everywhere! Don’t you realize that the war is over with?! It’s only ever your pathetic asses who can’t seem to accept that!”

Then he stepped forward, shoving me hard toward the water’s edge.

I rebalanced myself, spreading my stance. “Don’t,” I warned.

“See! There you go again! All war and fighting! What, you going to punch me scumbag?” He shoved me again, harder and then kicked in my knee.

I stumbled back. It was embarrassing, losing my balance to something like this, but as I pulled my soaked ass out of the water, I glared down the male.

“Take it up with the High Lord then,” I suggested, angered now as I stepped forward. Water dripped off my brow into my eyes as I blinked. “If you have a problem, sir, with how I’ve been forced to deal with the enemies in my life, then you can start the fight. I’d rip you to shreds.”

“As if, I’m trained too, breeder.”

I lunged forward immediately, grabbing his arm and swinging him around and throwing him straight into the harbor. Then I took flight.

“I am stronger than you’ll ever be. Don’t you dare refer to me in such a way. And don’t force me to draw a weapon.”

“You can’t even hit me unconscious without a weapon?! Weak!” He yelled as he climbed out.

I then took the opportunity to grab him by his tunic and fly at least 50 feet in the air about 200 feet from the docks.

“What was what you were saying asshole?” I growled. “If I drop you, you’ll break bones on the water. If I decide to be nice and let you off, then you’ll live. Choose.”

He seemed a bit more fearful now.

A beat of silence and then I dived down towards the water, skimmed it and then dropped the male, letting him swim back as I landed, still soaked on the docks.

A few claps. “Thank you for dealing with him,” one male said. “Asshole was bugging all of us. He's dead?”

“Out about a 5 minute swim, so no,” I replied. “I almost wish so.”

I went back to my room, once again freezing. My fever came back overnight. And what great timing, I thought with a groan. Azriel was back today.

I wobbled a bit as I landed on the training grounds, walking to Nesta for a bit of protection from Azriel who I saw look at me out of the corner of my eye.

“Wowwww,” Nesta said. “What happened to you?”

“Asshole at the docks,” I said. “Shoved me in the water again.”

“Ah, he get what he deserved?” Gwyn spoke up.

“Not really,” I replied. “But enough of a scare.”

“Good,” she said. “Better than nothing.”

Nesta and Emerie nodded in agreement.

I ignored Azriel. Or tried too. He came over again after training.

“Heard there was a fight at the docks yesterday between an Illyrian and a High Fae, how’d that go?” Azriel chuckled.

“He’s not dead,” I simply said.

“Well I suppose that’s something. How are you feeling?”

“Don’t you dare try this again,” I growled as I met his eyes.

“Alright then,” he backed off. “A male said to give this to you.” He handed me a letter. I eyed it with distrust.

“Which camp?” I asked, not taking it.

“Ironcrest. Just said he knew I could find you. Seems rumor has spread that you're still alive in the camps. Take it,” Azriel said, holding the letter out farther. I took it hesitantly from his hands.

“I’ll be off. Enjoy,” Azriel said, flying off.

I opened the letter.

Dear Sister,

I’ve been waiting to hear the news of where you were. I heard from the male I handed this to about you. Some rumors. I knew you were alive. You were too spiteful for a death in the wilderness.

How have you been? I’ve been promoted to head guard of the camp, and Mother remains in her home. She misses you dearly. She wants you to visit! I told her you’d come in two weeks. Don’t fail me.

Best,

Your Brother, Faxon.

I felt my lip curling in rage. How dare my brother try to contact me? After everything he did to just ignore me in the camps?! And Mother. Merle. Whatever she claimed about me was false. She didn’t miss me. She missed the little girl doing chores. She missed the obedient me. But if I didn’t obey the summons, who knows what might happen. My brother might very well come to visit.

“You alright?” Nesta asked beside me.

I crumbled the letter. “My brother,” I sighed.

“Ah, old family issues. I understand. What does he want?”

“After figuring out I’m alive, he and my mother want me to visit my nightmares. Likely to just be annoying, but I can’t not go.”

“Why not?” Nesta asked. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

“My brother will come to find me. He knows of Velaris, as does everyone else. He gave this to Azriel of all people, so he knows where I am. He could probably work past anyone to get in, claiming to visit a family member.”

Nesta sighed. “Good luck then. Don’t let them control you. Rhys could probably ban him from entering if you wanted, you’d have to speak to him about it though.”

“I’ll just go. A few days will keep them at bay for a month,” I sighed. “Then I’ll figure something out.”

Nests nodded. “Let me know if you need me to help kick any ass.”

I nodded.

“Oh- and use those shadows of yours,” she mentioned. “They’ll intimidate them.”

I nodded, waving her off. The shadows might work. But they also might not.

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My sickness, despite my drop in the lake, did get better. I was completely healed by the time I was set to leave for Ironcrest.

“You’re going where?” Cassian breathed. “And why again?”

“Ironcrest, to visit my family,” I stated.

Cassian sighed. “Alright. Stay safe. Kick ass. And don’t get hurt. Keep your head.”

I nodded. “I’ll see you in about a week.”

Then I launched into the sky. I had some funds and extra knives in my bag.

I spent the first day flying. I needed the time to think. And plan for all the likely scenarios to happen with my 'family.'

I landed around sunset, walking in from the forest I still recognized and walked to my childhood house.

I knocked.

The door opened. My mother revealed herself as she gasped and fully opened the door. “Fax!” She screamed for my brother. “Faxon she came!”

There was male rushing down the stairs within moments. My brother didn’t look the same, but he also was similar in certain aspects. Older... burlier, and stronger.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

I leveled him with a glare. “Whatever you think we were, think about the time between. What you are Merle and Faxon to me. I visit you because I need to make that clear.”

Merle’s face fell. She still walked toward me though, grabbing my hand and putting it on her chest. “You’ve grown so big. And your hair! Why is it so short? I loved it long…”

“And strong too,” Faxon commented, looking at my arms. “What have you been doing? And why-“

He noticed my daggers.

“Why do you have daggers on you?”

“If you’re stupid enough to think I wouldn’t have taught myself to fight, you’re dangerously wrong,” I replied. “And I’m not telling you about myself, just so you’re aware. I come here merely to make sure you both understand who I am now.”

I let the shadows come to me then, wreathing around my neck and wings. “I’m much more powerful than anyone realized.”

“Are- is that magic?” My brother breathed. “Are you really a bastard?”

I chuckled. “This isn’t magic Faxon. It’s shadows. Just like the shadowsinger you gave that letter to.”

“You’re a shadowsinger?! How come we didn’t know?” Merle burst out.

“It didn’t develop until after my escape,” I answered. “I am more powerful than even you, Faxon. Wings, siphons, my powers- all of it.”

“You only have the one you stole,” Faxon argued, looking at my neck. His eyes widened at the sight.

I turned my neck up slightly, just to let him see the true siphoned power I possessed.

“6?” Faxon breathed. “How did you get such killing power? I use 2!”

“And how is my daughter a shadowsinger?”

I sighed. “I don’t know. So don’t ask. If you want me all to like you, and maybe come to visit more, you’ve got 4 days before I return to where I’ve been training.”

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“Rhys, how did I fuck it up so badly?” Azriel groaned as he sat down in an armchair.

Rhys laughed. “That’s for you to figure out. My best guess is you assumed too much or just gave too much too fast.”

“She was sick! I was trying to help!”

“By ordering a female who’s been on her own rules to bed rest? She’s independent Az. Don’t take that way.”

“I tried gentle advice Rhys. She took almost an entire 2 weeks to get better!” Az complained.

“You forced it too much though,” Rhys said. “If she says no, then it means no.”

“And if she’s endangering herself?”

“Help in subtle ways then,” Rhys replied. “Don’t order bed rest. Send soup with a note. She seems to be polite enough to at least take a gift.”

“Goddamn it, I’m bad at this,” Az groaned.

“Finding it hard to seduce females Az? And to think I thought you had a reputation.”

“Yeah yeah. It’s hard when they don’t want to be seduced, Rhys," Azriel said, looking utterly defeated as he slumped in his chair.

“I’m aware. Feyre threw a shoe at my head the first time I took her to the Night Court. With all that wonderful new strength.”

Az sighed. “I’ll try to be gentler,” he said. “Hopefully when she comes back from this trip she’s apparently on, everything will relax."

"Good luck," Rhys hummed, looking back to his paperwork.

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felice-jaganshi · 18 days

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His Pet

Chapter 14

Alastor x OC

Content warning: mention of potential SA and minor acephobia.

He sat on her bed, rocking her back and forth until she had calmed down. He was extremely troubled by today's events.

“Darling… I'm certain you're very tired from all of today's activities, but I need you to answer something for me before I let you rest.”

She nodded, staying silent as she clung to him.

“Darling, I'll never judge or blame you for things that happened against your will, but I must know… what did Valentino do to you?” He needed to know how badly he had failed her. How bad the damage done was.

She shook her head, “He only hurt me. He didn't… he tried but I fought back and I tried to rip his throat out, but he moved, so I missed and got his wing. He thought if I bled enough I'd be easier to handle. But… my blood is gold so… he freaked out. I was able to run, and hide. Took a chunk of wing with me.”

“Do you remember scratching me?” He held out his hand to her. She looked confused and took it.

“I did this? I… hurt you?” She kissed the marks gently. “I don't remember that, I'm sorry.” He smiled and pet her head.

“I forgive you. It was my own fault for approaching you in such a state. You bit my shoulder too, should I be glad you didn't rip my throat out?” He was teasing her now.

“No, I was more in control then. That one was on purpose. Just an affection bite. Something I used to do with my old partner. You're a lot like them. Please don't abandon me like they did… I know I'm useless and weird and broken, but please… I can't handle being on my own.” She started sobbing, the action taking over her whole body, her ears laying flat to her skull.

“Useless and broken… is that how your partner made you feel? And you dare compare me to them?” He sounded irritated. “You have been nothing but useful to me. Maybe a bit of a hassle at times, but certainly not boring at least! And broken? What about you could possibly be considered broken?” He asked, and began petting her head and hair in long slow strokes.

“I'm… because I couldn't… something that happened when I was… because I can't- because I'm Ace!” She was struggling to say the words. This was something that had bothered her her whole life. And even in death, her past trauma was still fucking with her! He frowned, remembering what she had said that term meant, and given the context she was struggling to give, he was able to paint a few potential pictures of what she was trying to say.

“My dearest… that does not make you any more broken than it does me. I don't have any interest in those activities either. So you are not broken in the slightest. And anyone who has made you feel as such is a filthy pervert undeserving of your attentions or affections. Is that also how your ex partner made you feel?”

“N-no… they were also ace… but they were always frustrated with my inability to care for myself in other ways. I always had to be told what to do and how to do it. Always living life in a daze half in my head… I just wanted to write my stories… but I acted too much like a child for an adult woman… so… they wanted their independence back.”

She looked up at him.

“Well, I can certainly understand a desire for independence.” She stiffened in his arms. “Shh, shh.. but I would never abandon a soul in my care. You are mine, and I will never leave you. I…” He took a breath, was he a man or was he not? Why were these words so hard for him?! “I. Love you too. I mean it.” There! It was true enough, it might not be in the same way she felt for him, but how else could he describe this bond if not ‘love’? “Just don't expect me to say it often.”

“Al… can I kiss you?” He froze, he felt hot and cold at the same time.

“I… don't think that's a good idea.”

“Just on the forehead?” She asked next, trying to find his boundaries, it seemed.

“I… suppose that would be acceptable.” He didn't sound terribly certain though.

She put her hands on his shoulders and sat up in his lap, she gently kissed his forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away and sitting in his lap with a smile. Well, that wasn't so bad… It was actually somewhat pleasant.

“Thank you. For everything. You are my special person. I hope one day I can be considered your partner.” He thought for a moment before kissing her on the forehead back. That.. also didn't feel terrible.

“That actually doesn't sound so bad… you could read your stories on my broadcasts, and we'll call you the Radio Angel. That would certainly scare enough sinners into leaving you alone at least. But for the next while, until you're strong enough to be an overlord yourself, I don't want you heading out without my personal escort. If I can't even count on Nifty to protect you, how can I count on anyone else?” He pulled her tight to his chest. “I will not lose my most important treasure. Not now that I've finally found it.” She purred in his arms, closing her eyes and falling asleep, feeling safe and loved.

Angel knocked on the door, “Hey, they said only I was allowed in. Mind if I do?”

“You may join us. She just fell asleep.” Alastor called out. Angel entered the room.

“Damn… so she really is an angel. No wonder she's sweet as sugar.” He frowned and looked at her in Al's lap. “What did Big V do to her?” He seemed scared of the answer, and Alastor respected him for his concern.

“Just a few cuts and bruises. At least that's what she told me. I'm hoping you can confirm. Being a brother figure to her, she might feel more comfortable telling you if he touched her in other ways. I want to believe her, but better safe than sorry.”

Angel nodded, “Yeah, once she's up, I can have a talk with her. I'll help run her a nice bubble bath too. That usually helps me feel better after… Well, we don't have to talk about lil’ ol’ me. Mind if I take a seat and wait for her to wake up?”

Alastor nodded, “Her chair is at the desk. I'll keep holding her, she's likely to protest if I try to leave her like this.”

“Heh, look at that. The radio demon does have a heart. Good.” He got comfortable in the chair, pulling it close to the bed. “I won't tell anyone, promise.”

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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Two Folded Flags

Pairings: Jake Hangman Seresin x F Reader x Natasha Phoenix Trace

Warnings: Character death, angst, cursing

A/N: I apologize for any pain I may of caused. Also I listened to Just A Dream by Carrie Underwood while writing this, listen if you want the pain.

Part 2

You were supposed to be happy, you had your soulmates. You all had the rest of your lives together, you, Jake, and Natasha. You three were perfect, almost too perfect to some people but you were madly in love. You had all just gotten married, and you all decided to change your last names to Seresin-Trace. This was because you didn't want to keep your last name, you had no connection to your family anymore.

It was only one year of blissful marriage, not even out of the honeymoon stage. That's when the first tragedy struck, you and Phoenix were on a mission. It wasn't easy and your plane got shot down over the ocean, luckily you managed to eject. The same thing happened to Phoenix but when you managed to get to her, you screamed. You just reached her as she looked at you, blood on her face "I love you and Jake, y/n" she managed to croak before passing away. You clung to her body, sobbing and refusing to let go when rescue came. They had to sedate you with how hysterical you were while clutching her. It wasn't until you slipped unconscious that you could feel the relief from your chest being too tight to breathe, that your heart was pounding painfully, and your head ached.

When you woke up, Jake was sitting next to you as he held your hand. You glanced at your wrist to find her name scarred over. "I'm so sorry Jake. I couldn't save her" you sobbed. He carefully pulled you in for a hug "It isn't your fault, it was those assholes. Please, please don't blame yourself. She wouldn't" he whispered, tears running down his face. He barely looked at you though and it killed you, the survivor’s guilt already eating away at you.

When the funeral came around, Jake was the one to accept the folded flag while you had stamped the wings into her coffin. You prayed your arm wouldn't shake as you saluted her coffin while the jets flew overhead. A small tear slipped down your face as you lowered your arm, your scarred over tattoo clear for everyone to see. Your knees buckled finally as the pain tore through you all over again and Maverick caught you, helping you to the side. You stared at her coffin and never thought it could get worse than this.

Then it was six painful months for you and Jake, you threw yourselves into your work but clung to each other tighter than ever. You also had to painfully pack away some of Natasha's belongings for safe keeping and to give to her family. Neither of you touched the photos, you often found your wedding photo on her pillow, when it was too hard for one of you during the night, you had the photo.

The next tragedy struck, you were out of work for the day after getting a really bad headache. Jake had been sent on a solo mission, you could still feel his arms wrapped around you as he held you close. You both made a point to say I love you and hold each other closer than before, even when angry. You woke up in agony and noticed Jake’s name burned before scarring over, “NO! NO! NO!” You cried in anguish, clutching your arm. Your whole body shook with pain as Natasha’s death ripped open again with Jake’s. Your whole body felt like it was on fire as your brain clouded with grief. Six months apart and you lost them both, it was the day before your second wedding anniversary that he died. Not even two years married and you lost both your soulmates. You laid in bed for the rest of the night and day.

It was that morning that Maverick was in his uniform at your door, handing you the envelope you dreaded. You opened it in front of him to read the news of your husband dying after being shot out of the sky. You held out your hand and Maverick placed the dog tags into your hand. You were numb as you stared down at them, they had Natasha's on there as well, whenever one of you went on a solo mission you carried her tags. You just slipped them over your head, “Time to prepare another funeral” you stated numbly before closing the door.

It was a week later that the ceremony was held and everyone gave you pitying looks. Bradley was the one to punch the wings into the coffin as you accepted another folded flag. You stared at the sleek casket, your vision blurred as you saluted your dead husband. This time, you didn’t fall but you stood there until your shoulder was shaken. You looked up to see Bradley staring down at you sadly and your eyes burned, “You got what you wanted Bradshaw. All those years ago when you told me no one besides my soulmates would ever mourn me dying” you hissed, recalling when he had lashed out at anyone and every one after his papers were pulled, you had been his best friend then. “Now I have no one to mourn me and two folded flags to take to the grave” you snapped and walked away. You both had made up during the mission but it was still rocky between you two, you mainly did it for Jake and Natasha.

When you got home, you carefully placed his folded flag next to Natasha’s and glared at them, hating that you were still here and they weren’t. Your insides burned as you remembered the promise the three of you made to each other.

You were sitting with Nat and Jake, enjoying a beer as your stared out at the ocean. “If I die, I want you both to fulfill my dreams for me,” Natasha said suddenly, causing Jake to choke on his beer, “WHAT!?” he gasped, “Baby, no one is dying, not until we’re old and grey” he insisted. “I want the same,” you told him, “Even if we don’t and we get old and grey to fulfill our own dreams, it’s good to know that in our line of work someone else will,” you said, your face completely serious. Jake sighed, “I guess that’s a good idea. If two go before one of the last ones of us, that person does the best they can though. No tapping out,” he said seriously. It was almost amusing how serious he looked at that moment. You all broke out laughing and you and Nat nodded, “No tapping out” you agreed and Nat did the same. Turns out they both wanted to become admirals like you did, you would be stuck going for a military career no matter what.

Looking back now, you hated that promise, you were stuck now and would have to stay as a fighter pilot until you were grounded and moved up in ranks. You turned to the photos of you all and smiled seeing the selfie Nat printed. You both were in different face masks while Jake had half and half.

“Which one Jake?” you asked on date night as your boyfriend at the time sat on the counter. You and Nat were bickering back and forth about which face mask for him to wear. “How about both? Make both my girls happy” he grinned. You shared a look with Nat and shrugged, “Sure” you said before you both carefully applied the cool mask to his face. You giggled as Natasha insisted on getting a photo of you three. That night you snuggled and taught Jake further self-care as you enjoyed the night after a long, stressful mission.

You grabbed the photo off the wall and threw it across the room, your grief boiling up and choking you. You grabbed photo after photo as you could hear them with you practically.

“JAKE NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” Nat shrieked as Jake threw her into the ocean.

“I love you y/n l/n” Nat whispered to you as you both danced under fairy lights at some wedding.

“That was incredible! We have to do that trick again! Please show me how to do it Y/n!” Nat pleaded.

“Look at this view! How did you do it, Jake?” You asked your husband on your honeymoon. “Magic” he whispered before kissing your neck.

“DON’T STOP BELIEVING!” Jake and Natasha sang at the same time, drunker than sailors as they sang karaoke at one of Rooster’s parties.

“I do” “I do” “I do” Were repeated as you got married on the beach right behind The Hard Deck.

“FUCK!” You screamed as you threw the photos, you knocked over some things as you broke down sobbing. “Why? Why did you both leave me here alone?” You whimpered as you knelt on the floor, shakily picking up the closest photo. “We were supposed to grow old together? you whispered. You stood up and carelessly tore off your uniform, leaving pieces as you went to your room. You yanked the blanket off the bed and the pillows, going to the big walk-in closet and curled up in there after you surrounded yourself with their clothes.

The whole night you woke up, screaming and crying from nightmares. You were glad you didn’t lay in bed or else you would have thought it was only a dream instead of the living nightmare you were in. You woke up to noises downstairs and sighed, pulling on some normal clothes and walking downstairs sluggishly. “Can’t leave a grieving widow alone, can you Maverick? Rooster?” You sighed, seeing them cleaning the broken glass and putting the pictures in the spare frames you kept.

You walked past them and put a pot of coffee on, “If you came to see if I did anything really stupid, you did your job. I’m still alive. And alone. And stuck with a fucking promise” you said, your voice growing angrier and angrier as your chest felt heavy. “Become a fucking admiral,” you said, rolling your eyes “Lucky me. I get to live by myself without them for the rest of my miserable life,” you said, wiping your tears.

Everyone knew you wouldn’t be the same after what happened, but you really changed. You lost your cocky attitude and became cold-hearted, protecting yourself and others. The people you were closest to were Maverick and Robert, you tried to keep Rooster out of your life but he was like a bad infection, never going away.

You worked your way up through the ranks flawlessly, getting in new laws and regulations for aircraft so what happened to your soulmates, never happened again. You had a reputation in the navy, whenever you would visit the Top Gun students, you could hear the whispers about you but you truly cared for those students. When the time came for another miracle mission, you put Rooster in charge of them. “You are one of the best Bradley, teach them to be better,” you told him.

Not a day went by in your life that you didn’t miss your soulmates, that there wasn’t a giant hole in your chest as you fulfilled their dreams. In your office stood two folded flags in direct eye sights, pins on either side that your husband and wife wore. Under your shirt were three sets of dog tags with two wedding bands on them.

You had to be without them and you couldn’t do anything about it.

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soft--dragon · 2 years

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Wonderful In Every Way

Inspired by this ask here

Word Count: 3,627

Warnings: Self deprecation/angst

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

ALL OF THIS IS PLAOTONIC, DNI IF YOU'RE A SHIPPER >:/

“You’ll get it next time Tommy,” Ranboo wrapped a graze on Tommy’s shin with gentle hands. “Honest, I believe you will.”

Tommy scrubbed at his tear streaked face, sniffling quietly as the pain in his leg started to fade with the help of the healing potion. “I-I don't understand,” he bit out sharply, “it’s just gliding. I’m meant to be good at gliding. This is so fucking stupid.”

Ranboo hummed quietly, tucking the gauze back into his inventory and patting the side of Tommy’s leg. “Neither of us anticipated the wind Tommy, just bad luck.”

His earrings jingled as he pulled away, settling back on the grass and letting his shoulders fall back comfortably. He was usually seen with perfect posture, the air of regalness and pride. Being raised as a Prince of the End turned him into an intimidating figure. But with Tommy, he allowed his walls to drop, comfortable to let himself relax around the young avian. And only the young avian.

Tommy had dragged Ranboo from mining to help him with a flying lesson, wanting to try and jump off a higher point to try tricks with gliding. However, the air currents had shifted while Tommy had been in the air, throwing him to the ground and just about scaring Ranboo to death when he saw the boy hit the ground.

Thankfully, it was only a light grazing and a bit of bruising. Nothing broken or permanently damaged. Ranboo’s overprotective instincts yanked and shoved at him until he had scooped the dishevelled and slightly disoriented boy and took him back to his base to tend to his injuries. Tommy hadn’t been too happy about being manhandled but settled into the comfortable hold pretty quickly, always a sucker for physical contact from his friends and family.

However, newly bandaged and potioned up, Tommy had turned bitter from the failed flying attempt. He was hunched into a ball, arms locked around his knees and staring at the ground like he wanted it to explode into flames.

“I just wanted to try some new flying tricks,” Tommy grumbled.

“You can’t expect to throw yourself off a roof and be able to fly like that perfectly.”

“Phil can!”

“Phil’s a fully fledged avian Tommy,” Ranboo reminded him, tail lazily flicking beside him as he retold information that should’ve been well known to the blonde teenager. “He’s able to do those things because of the size and age of his wings.”

“Yeah, and I’m useless because of these pathetic fuckers,” Tommy glared daggers at the pairs of red plumage on his back.

The harsh tone made Ranboo flinch a bit, ears perked in obvious alarm. His brain was scrambling for a reason for the sudden shift in Tommy’s voice, the anger and bitterness for his own wings jumping out so suddenly it made the enderman’s stomach roll with nerves.

He tried the logical route of the blonde's distress. “What do you mean? You’re still young Tommy-”

The weak attempt was shot down in seconds by Tommy's venomous voice.

“Yeah? Well so is Tubbo, and you. Yet you’re able to do such amazing things! You can teleport for fucks sake! That’s so cool!” Tommy was gripping his arms so tightly Ranboo feared he was going to puncture his skin with his talons. “Tubbo can fly, so can Phil- fuck, even Jack has better abilities than me! Wilbur, Sneeg, Niki, goddamn everyone Ranboo, you’re able to do things I can’t, and- a-and-”

Tommy choked words broke off in a heart wrenching sob, tears streaming down his face quickly. He shoved his eyes into the crook of his arm, trying to stem the flow with the material of his jacket.

Ranboo’s mouth felt horribly dry as his friend broke down on his bed in front of him. He felt frozen, locked up and stiff as Tommy whined, his whole body trembling with his cries. Ranboo stumbled on his knees, shuffling over and not giving a single damn about the ripping his pants on the rocky floor.

“Tommy- Tommy, hey, can you look at me-?” His hands hesitated at Tommy’s shoulders then held onto them. When the boy didn’t flinch, he gave them a gentle shake, terror coursing through him at Tommy's gasping breaths.

“Tommy, please,” He begged, ignoring the reprimanding voice of his father in his head sneering, “Princes don’t beg.”

A pair of bloodshot, blue eyes slowly lifted to meet Ranboo’s own, and the enderman’s heart shattered at the distress in the youthful pupils. He squeezed the boy's red jacket, tail whipping anxiously at his side.

“Hey, there you are,” Ranboo smiled gently, brow creased in worry. His hands reached to Tommy’s face, the boy doing the same for him when he was dangerously close to crying and burning himself.

He then remembered his aversion to water and took a handful of his soft cape, slipping two fingers under Tommy’s chin to keep him still. He dabbed the edges of Tommy’s eyes and gently brushed away the tear tracks on his cheeks with careful movements.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” He asked directly, never one to beat around the bush.

Tommy winced, pressing his mouth into his arms again and refusing to look at his friend. “A while…” he muttered. He had to swallow back fresh tears to murmur, “Everyone keeps calling me a chicken, or powerless, o-or… well you know, you’ve been there for most of it.”

Something horrible and angry surged in Ranboo’s stomach, sinking its teeth into his bones and pulsating the rage throughout his whole body. How could they- how dare they. Tommy was their friend, why the hell would they say such awful things?!

Why didn’t you stop it then?

The thought hissed at the back of his head like a venomous snake, coiling around his brain and smiling at the mortified ender prince. Ranboo was sure his horror could be seen on his face because Tommy’s ear feathers dipped and he hurriedly tried to explain in a panic.

“I don’t care most of the time,” he rushed out, “I know they don’t mean it- I-I mean, I hope they don’t mean it. I just… the past few days have been a lot and it kinda mixed in with that, I’m just overreacting-”

“Bull. Shit.”

Tommy’s words died in his throat, flinching away from Ranboo who looked ready to murder six times over. He’d known the lanky boy ever since he arrived from the End, and he had never cursed.

Ranboo’s tail lashed at his side, his eyes narrowed into slits as his protective rage overtook his already instinct-riddled brain. “How you feel is never something to just brush off Tommy. They’re hurting you, and accidental or not, it’s not okay.”

Tommy’s breath left him as Ranboo’s hands took his own, cold fingers brushing over his knuckles tenderly. Ranboo breathed out sharply to relieve the tension lining his body, ears folded back in obvious distress. “You’re not overreacting. You’re hurting because of stuff people have said. They shouldn’t make those kinds of jokes if they actually hurt you, that’s not something we can let slide. You got me?”

A moment passed and Tommy had to take in some much needed air. Ranboo’s cursing and sudden protectiveness made his brain short circuit and caused him to forget how to breathe. The burn in his lungs from the lack of oxygen settled and he scrubbed at his red eyes once more. A moment passed before he was able to speak again.

“O-Okay,” he muttered, “okay, I got you.”

Ranboo gave a single nod of satisfaction, running his thumbs back over Tommy’s hands, soothing the tenseness in the muscles until the small talons were lax in his claws. The poor boy looked so small curled into a ball on his bed, wings hunched in tightly as if to protect himself.

Protecting himself from their friends and what they could say to make him feel worse.

I will be getting them to apologise, Ranboo thought firmly, itching to go out and find their friends and give them a piece of his mind. But right now, Tommy was still a mess and needed a pick-me-up, so Ranboo stoked the fiery rage within him and settled it back for the time being.

With slow and careful movements, Ranboo took a hand away from Tommy’s own and reached out, placing a few fingers on the wing closest to him. He felt them twitch under his pads. “These aren’t pathetic,” he murmured, tenderly brushing fingers across the soft feathers. “They’re part of you, so automatically, that makes them incredible.”

Tommy huffed a breath, rolling his eyes a bit as his defence for compliments immediately kicked in, grumbling something incoherent in a weak protest but Ranboo didn’t pay him any mind.

“Your wings are wonderful Tommy, your smile is wonderful, you are wonderful.” He carried on, his claws gently brushing through the feathers to sort the ones in disarray from the crash.

There was an annoyed noise, but within it was a thinly veiled lilt of elation from the soft praise. “S-Shut up Ranboo.”

The enderman was smiling now, the pink in Tommy’s cheeks very obvious in the daylight. “What? I’m only stating facts Tommy, are you disagreeing with me?”

The boy seemed torn between cursing at him and melting into a puddle, instead settling with smacking Ranboo with a wing.

Ranboo spluttered at the feathers that were lightly shoved in his face, pushing away the appendage and staring in mock outrage at the boy who was still huddled in a ball. He was watching with eyes that were just starting to light up again.

The sight made Ranboo’s heart soar and mentally made a mission in his head to make that light brighter.

“That was rude,” he commented, “here I am, showering you with love and affection that people wish they could get from me-”

There was a light-hearted scoff and a roll of eyes. “You are such a prick-”

Ranboo barrelled onwards, fighting to keep a shit eating grin off of his face. “Tommy, I am trying to make a point here, please do not interrupt me when I’m monologuing.”

A small giggle rose from the boy but Tommy quickly muffled it, looking away to mask the slip but Ranboo had heard it, and by Prime he was going to hear it again.

“As I was saying,” Ranboo continued on like a villain in a cartoon that was getting fed up with the protagonist. “You have a wonderful personality, in fact, that was part of the reason I became friends with you. You were magnetic in a way I can’t quite explain, I was drawn to you I suppose.”

Tommy’s cheeks were permanently red now, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched as he tried not to smile. Ranboo took that personally.

“Your smile is wonderful Fledgling, won’t you give me one?” He asked innocently, his fingers coming to brush back golden curls that framed Tommy's face. “Let me see why you’re nicknamed Sunshine, Toms. The clouds have been gathered for too long now.”

Tommy ripped his head away from Ranboo’s gentle touch, slamming his face into his hands and whining. “Stop, stop, stop,” he hissed, overwhelmed and flustered by the cooed compliments. “You’re so bad, you’re actually terrible, shut your mouth right now, bitch, pussy-”

Ranboo snickered at Tommy’s spiel of curses and half baked threats, able to see how badly the young avian was blushing. Well, he couldn’t stop now, could he?

“Aw please Toms?” He asked sweetly, “just one little smile from my favourite, feathered friend? Please? I miss seeing it.”

“Eat shit and die,” Tommy growled from behind his hands, not meaning it in the slightest but he couldn’t come up with a nicer way for Ranboo to stop being so infuriatingly kind.

Ranboo pouted though Tommy couldn’t see it. “Tommyyyyyy,” he dragged out the end of the boy’s name, “c’mon, let me see iiiiiiit!”

His hands went to lightly jostle Tommy’s wings, though in the process his fingers skimmed the boy’s ribcage. Tommy yelped, instantly jolting away from his friend and curling into himself more.

Ranboo’s ears perked in interest at the same time Tommy’s dropped in nervous excitement.

“Oh, hello there stranger,” Ranboo commented with a chuckle. “Little ticklish are we?”

Tommy squeaked from behind his hands, peeking out at Ranboo with a giddy look.

“R-Ran, don’t,” he gasped weakly, though he didn’t try and shuffle away from the other teen.

Ranboo hummed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright,” he agreed easily, trying not to laugh as he watched Tommy's expression fell. The boy was too easy to read. Ranboo then leapt across the bed to pounce on the avian, wrestling with the shrieking boy who was trying to shove him away

The tease made Tommy’s legs fly out from being tightly coiled at his chest to kick at Ranboo. However, they were immediately snatched and the kneecaps squeezed. A shrill squeal tore from Tommy, trying to wrench his sensitive knees back, but only laughing harder when the ender prince scribbled underneath.

“Oh, did I mention you have a wonderful laugh too?” Ranboo grinned, his thumbs swooping in to bury into soft skin, wriggling around in a way that had Tommy throwing his head back in fits of wild giggles immediately. “It’s so bubbly and happy! It must be my favourite sound here, I crave more! More!”

Ranboo’s claws gently scratched up Tommy’s sides and back, throwing Tommy into helpless, spluttering laughter, his wings flapping and shifting behind him as he squirmed. “Something wrong, little bird?”

“R-RahAHAHAhahan!” Tommy shrieked, smacking at Ranboo’s back as the enderman had faced away to get a better grip on his knees. “S-Stohohohohop ihihihit!”

There was a fond huff of breath. “Now why would I do that?” Ranboo asked teasingly, “if I stop, you’ll stop laughing won’t you? And you’ll stop smiling too! I can’t have that, I like seeing my little bird smiling.”

His tail looped around Tommy’s flailing limbs to brush the tuft of luff over the boy’s neck, wagging more when Tommy scrunched his face up in mirth. His squeaky giggles poured out of him rapidly, his hands coming back from light-heartedly smacking Ranboo to try and fend off the new attacker.

“I’hihihil smihihihile! Ihihihi prohohomise!” Tommy gasped, his grin almost splitting his face with how wide it was. He yelped when the tail slipped through his hold to brush over his ears. “Rahahahahanbohohoo! Nohohoho!”

The ender prince snickered, letting his tail torment the blonde freely, focused on squeezing the skin and muscle just above Tommy’s knees at random to get a kick and squirm. “You promise you will?” He asked, reaching back to prod along Tommy’s sides and grinning at the wild flinch and bubbly laughter in response.

“Yehehehes! Yehehes Ihihihi prohohomise!”

Ranboo hummed, pausing in his prodding, but continued to shift the fluff on his tail over Tommy’s neck, keeping the boy in suspenseful giggling. “How do I know you’re not lying? I might need collateral of some kind.”

As Ranboo spoke, he turned back around and pulled his tail away much to Tommy’s relief.

That relief was short-lived however when Ranboo's hands were lightly planted on the boy’s sides, feeling the muscles jump under the contact.

Tommy immediately gripped onto the teen’s wrists, but he didn’t make a move to shove them away, simply holding onto them as he giggled. “Whahat kihind ohof collateheral? Whahat doho yoohu wahant?”

Ranboo’s smile widened, leaning down and practically purring as he spoke, “I want you to say that you are an amazing and wonderful avian that Ranboo Beloved the Third cares about very much.” He seemed terribly smug at the affronted look on Tommy’s face, and he aloofly explained. “By saying that, I’ll know that when I stop tickling you, you’ll still be able to smile because you know you’re loved.”

Tommy’s cheeks were back to being bright pink at that proclamation. He stubbornly shoved his face into the duvet of the bed, more flustered and giddy by the phrase then embarrassed. Ranboo took that as a challenge.

“Your funeral man, you know your way out, otherwise this is your life forever.” Ranboo’s claws were back to digging and wiggling against Tommy’s skin, the wild jolt from the boy making him chuckle.

Tommy had thrown his head back in his laughter again, squirming against the bed but not going anywhere under Ranboo’s weight. His claws trailed up and down his ribs, along his collar bone, skimmed the sensitive parts of his wings, then all the way down to his belly. The pattern was repeated over and over again, leaving Tommy in stitches with how hard he was laughing. Squeaks and hiccups were peppered between each wild burst of giggles, the different spots gaining a new reaction every time.

After minutes of the inescapable attack, Tommy finally called out for mercy. “O-OKAHAHAY! RAhahahahan! Ihihihihil sahahay ihihit!”

Ranboo immediately stilled his hands, but left them on Tommy’s stomach as a warning, his fingers cool against the shirt.

Tommy wheezed through his uncontrollable titters, trying to formulate the words that Ranboo requested, but kept falling into the same giggly trap and melted into the bed. His eyes slipped closed as he brought a hand up to muffle the laughter tumbling free, trying to calm down from the tickle attack. Ranboo softened considerably at the boy, moving to gently rub the palms of his hands into Tommy’s skin, calming the tingles still rushing through the nerves.

“Breathe man,” he coaxed, smiling fondly at his friend. “C’mon, one big breath, you can do that.”

It took a few minutes for Tommy to actually manage to breathe in without bursting into another round of giggles, the atmosphere of the room leaving him happy and giddy. Ranboo patiently sat through it, running gentle hands over Tommy’s stomach to calm him.

Tommy was still slumped back into the bed, his smile wide on his face and his cheeks flushed pink. He blinked up at Ranboo who purred softly, reaching a hand up to brush through his hair.

“Well? I’m waiting, Golden Boy,” he teased lightly, scratching at the soft spot behind Tommy’s ear.

Tommy leaned into the contact with a content sigh, eyebrows drawn together in enjoyment. “I am an amazing and wonderful avian that Ranboo Beloved the Third cares about very much,” he recited quietly.

Ranboo paused in his scratching, having to hold back a laugh at Tommy’s displeased whine. “Sorry, what was that? Didn’t quite catch it?” He raised a brow.

Tommy rolled his eyes, trying to lean his head back into Ranboo’s claws to urge him to continue. "I am an amazing and wonderful avian that Ranboo Beloved the Third cares about very much,” he repeated a bit louder.

Ranboo pulled his hand away and Tommy actually groaned in annoyance as he cupped his ear and leant in a bit, a shit eating grin on his face. “Tommy, I’m getting older which means I’m going deaf, I can’t hear you-”

“I am an amazing and wonderful avian that Ranboo Beloved the Third cares about very much!” Tommy yelled, sitting up from the bed to smack Ranboo’s shoulder. “Stop being a bitch, you heard me the first time with those dumb ears of yours.”

Ranboo snickered, dropping his hand back onto Tommy’s hair and ruffling the curls affectionately. “Maybe,” he admitted. “But you needed to say it again, you know it’s true right?”

Tommy sighed fondly and nodded, looking at the duvet shyly. “Yeah… yeah I know.”

There was silence for a moment, then a heavy weight was gently placed on Tommy’s head. The sudden mass made him flinch, blinking up at his hair, his hand lifting to brush against something cold and metallic. It was Ranboo’s crown.

“Wha…” he whispered, the crown feeling wrong, yet weirdly right on his golden curls.

Ranboo was smiling fondly, hand coming around Tommy’s head and gently pressing his forehead against the boy’s. “You’re going to fly one day,” he promised softly. “You're going to take to those skies and I'll be there to see every second of it. I have complete faith in you, Fledgling. You just gotta have some faith in yourself too, okay?”

Ranboo’s horns were gently bonked against Tommy’s head as he drew away. “So keep your chin up Featherbrain, your crown is slipping.”

Tommy stared, completely in shock before bursting into mirthful giggles once more, pressing a hand over his face as he laughed. “You’re such a dork,” he said, voice cracking halfway. “Are you finally going soft on me big man?”

Ranboo rolled his eyes but the fond smile on his face didn’t leave. “Absolutely not,” he spoke firmly once more. “I have a reputation to uphold after all.”

Tommy giggled and brushed at the last of the tear tracks on his face. “Right, and that reputation will surely be damaged if I hugged you right now, huh?”

Ranboo’s face fell, his eye twitching as he stared at Tommy. The blonde snickered at the distraught look on the enderman’s face. The poor Ender Prince was having a ferocious mental battle on keeping up the bit, or folding to Tommy’s request.

His answer was clear when he growled in the back of his throat and swept Tommy into a tight hug, his tail coiling a bit tighter around the boy’s ankle. A comforting weight to the young avian who hugged back just as tightly.

“Thank you Ranboo.” His whisper made the teen’s ear twitch, and there was a deep rumbling purr of response.

“Of course Fledgling,” was the reply, and Tommy had to hide his smile into Ranboo’s soft cloak.

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angelgoeslewd · 2 years

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So for my request could it be the brothers reacting to a fallen angel MC? Don't hesitate to DM for more information if you need it

Ooo i rly loved this request <3 thank u clem!!!

⚠️ warnings: spoilers for the game and suggestive content!

The Brothers Reacting to Fallen!MC

LUCIFER

♡ The moment you appear in the Devildom, Lucifer can tell something is off. Diavolo probably can't, he's never felt Glory, and his brothers have probably forgotten the heaviness that Holiness brings. But he hasn't. Lucifer has lost so, so much to Heaven's oppressing light and he was the oldest, felt cornered by Glory for so long that he will never forget. So why do you have the last flickers of it...?

♡ He's more guarded around you, at first. He is reluctant to hand you over to Mammon, because he's scared that it's more like he's handing Mammon over to you, and he cannot lose anyone else to the Celestial Realm. (He will never admit to feeling fear, or to being scared of the Celestial Realm, but he has six younger siblings to take care of and be a model for, can you blame him?)

♡ But when he realizes that you're a Fallen? Like him? Like his brothers? He wants to kiss you so bad. It plays right into his enamoration of you since the beginning. This is why he is so willing to look past any mistakes or outbursts you may have, even suspicion of you is so easily passed over. He sees a family with you, in you, besides you. You still have an aura of power, wit, a trickiness about you that makes him want to laugh and yell all at once, and he loves it. It's everything that makes him feel complete, like everything he's lost after his fall was worth it because he's got you now. Lilth, ever the angel, down to the last cell in her body, sent you to him. She's more gracious and forgiving then up above. And he won't fail her again. He will protect you. He will give you everything he couldn't give to her.

♡ Sometimes he wonders if you feel as he does, if you miss the light and love from up there, even with all the standards and expectations and blind eyes you had to have -- which, when you have so many, is so, so very hard to do. He caresses the shadow of your wings as you sleep beside him at night, wondering if you miss feeling fingers run through the feathers. You didn't make a deal with Diavolo, didn't get your own set of corrupted wings to also substitute for your angelic set, but they are there, a whisper of what they were. You were probably so beautiful with them, he'd have to look away if he had ever met you, for you are still so gorgeous that he doesn't know if even him, a former Seraphim, would be able to stand such a heavenily sight. They stir as you do, and Lucifer is quick to wrap you in his own wings, cocooning you, and he sees you smile in your sleep. His heart hurts.

MAMMON

♡ Lucifer would be right in thinking Mammon wouldn't remember the feel of Glory, but not for the reasons he probably expects. Mammon refuses to remember it. It ripped his whole family away from him, and what? Because his sister fell in love? Because she refused to let Heaven turn a blind eye again? No, screw that, they don't deserve to be remembered by him, the Greatest of All Time. So, he doesn't really notice anything is off (except that you're like. Really gorgeous. Like. Wow. It's almost like you have a shine to you in dark rooms, so subtle but still. Mammon forgets not to stare sometimes.) Until he barges into your room one day, as this one does, and you have them out. Oh. Oh.

♡ "Mammon, get out- !!!" Well. That explains it. Why he felt so drawn to you. How pretty and shiny you are. He should... probably leave now, right? He should leave. Except he finds that he can't.

"Why didn't you tell me...? I'm your first, silly..."

♡ The best thing about Mammon is that he's doesn't really hold a grudge, he's more of a forgive and remember kind of person. Yeah, the Celestial Realm sucks sometimes, but hey! It gave him you! Plus, he's got a new buddy to play pranks with, to go shopping with, to do, well, everything with! And he knows you can keep up now, he doesn't hold his energy back at all. He's probably the one you've shown your wings to the most, to be honest. Just because it's so easy to be around him, you don't feel like you have to hold anything back. He loves when you lay in his lap and he can preen your wings, soft and as barely there as they are, he manages. It's what he misses most from before. Sometimes he gets really into it and starts humming and you end up falling asleep in his lap. He falls asleep up right, holding you tightly to him.

♡ Mammon might be a little hurt, because he wants to share everything with you and you with him (a first for him!) But he honestly doesn't care what you are or where you came from. He enjoys being with you for who you are. He would love you even if you were a worm. He would lift you up to smell and bat at things if you were a cat. No, he didn't get that from DevilTube, shut up about it. He still forgets not to stare at you though.

LEVIATHAN

♡ Honestly, Levi is too angry at your, ahem, personal assistant to even give you, some normie human, a second glance. He just really, really needs his money back, ok! It's rightfully his! Even if he does think you're kinda cute, he's really focused on one thing right then. His. Merch.

♡ He keeps this cold front up until you piss him off at the pop quiz. You are much, much stronger then a normal human should be. You barely even flinch when he grabs your wrist, simply looking at him as he bares his true form. He's... confused? And then -- Lucifer is in his face, telling him to go cool off. Everything happens so fast that he really doesn't know what to do but be angry. He storms out, fully ready to stomp back to his room, when he stops. There's a nearly translucent, pink tinged feather at the entrance. He picks it up. It hits him.

♡ Levi has his face buried in his hands for the next few hours, screaming internally in embarrassment. You were a Fallen. Like him. Like the rest of them. You were probably super cool and he was being a total douche like the antagonists in his animes and Ruri-chan would be so disappointed in him... !! He has to do something. If not, sitting like this is going to kill him. In a moment of confidence, he texts you to meet him later. He presses enter and then spends the next few minutes looking at it and regretting being born. Until you answer. Oh, king of Hell, you answered. What was he even going to say to you...?

♡ Your smile when he apologies to you makes his heart beat fast and he doesn't know why. The excitement in your eyes when he invites you to play games in his room has his palms sweaty. Soon, he doesn't mind when you cling to his arm and you spend a lot of time in his room after school, him excitedly asking you questions about your time in the Celestial Realm and boasting about his previous life. When you tell him that you much prefer him now, he turns red and shoves his face into a pillow. He quietly asks if you'd want to have a sleep over and if you wanted to work on a cosplay you two could do together. You're like a real life anime character, the only one who's been through all these tropes outside of his family and he's fascinated by you.

SATAN

♡ Satan has never felt Glory, never had wings, or knew the luxuries of the Celestial Realm... but as much as he hates it, he is a part of Lucifer, and has as just much good intuition. It's why you don't see him around much in the beginning, except for his off-hand commentary. I do hope you don't think it's because of who you are. Dear, no! He's just... not sure what to make of you. He's used to being able to pin point who exactly a person is right from the start, but you are a whole different challenge. You are somehow more graceful than a normal human in small moments, but seemingly more clumsy than one too. He watches you almost fall when you stand up quickly during dinner time, yet you excell in their dance exercise during P. E. He doesn't understand it at all and he feels uncomfortable being so out of his element. It frusterates him, but he doesn't know why.

♡ He only understands it after him and Lucifer switch. You feel ever so faintly like Lucifer... it's the same shiver he gets when he opened the portal using Lucifer's magic, not as bone-chilling and it doesn't stop him in his tracks as much, but it's the same calmness. Yours feels warm and comforting, like a book and tea on a rainy day, a snug blanket tucked around him. He's unsure of what to do with this information, no books or guides on "What To Do When You Suspect The Human Exchange Student May Not Actually Be Human." So he does the only logical thing he can think of. He brings it up to you.

♡ He does it on a study date you guys have, alone for once, in the library of the House of Lamentation. He does it so subtly and asks so quietly you ask for him to repeat the question with a small, "hm?" When he does, your immediately startle, eyes going wide and color tinging your cheeks. He's quickly by your side, trying to comfort you, saying it's not anything bad or a big deal, he's... he's just curious, you know? You're still obviously embarrassed, but you confirm it. It's quiet between you two, Satan not knowing what to say and you, worried that you might've fucked up a relationship with your crush because you're like him. Lucifer.

♡ ...it's softly broken by Satan asking if you still have wings. "Barely," you answer, your soft lips quivering.

"Can I... can I see them? I've- I haven't ever-" You give him a nod, understanding him without him having to say a word (a realization that comes to him so intensely, that it makes his heart skip a beat), and stand up, letting the glamour go and your wings part. They are nothing more than shadows now, still a part of you, but unuseable. No less impressive to Satan, however, and he briefly wonders if you can still feel them, as he reaches out to stroke the side of them. You laugh, a jingle through the awkwardness, and he does it again. The rest of the night is Satan asking you all sorts of questions about your home, your wings, you.

♡ Satan isn't really sure how to handle this situation, but he's read enough romance novels to realize that some things can't ever be made sense of. They just are. Like you just are, are next to him, are there for him when he feels the rise of Wrath within him, are his. He's a bit more hesitant than he usually is with you, but that's just because he's not like his brothers. He's never been an Angel, he doesn't know what he can and can't ask, but you don't seem put off by anything he does. You make him feel like he's his own person, like he's not just Lucifer's Wrath, and that's more worthy of worship than any holy figure.

ASMODEUS

♡ Out of all the brothers, if there's one that wants to remember their time as angels, it would be Asmo. But he can't. That's the issue. His power wasn't strong enough to leave traces of its holiness, smeared and wiped away like wet makeup. It's not just his sin talking (though sometimes, it is), it's the memory of their happiness, of his brothers smiling instead of being so tense and controlled by their sin all the time, of joy and love. He tries not to think too hard on it, makes his throat get all tight and his eyes get all itchy and stress causes wrinkles.

♡ He knows when you summon his power. There is no way any human could summon so much from him unless... unless they had a Celestial touch. He doesn't say anything to you until you get back to the house, doesn't even say a peep to Solomon when he asks why Asmo is acting weird, shakes his head and crosses his arms when the sorcerer tries to poke. He's constantly inviting you over when you get back from Diavolo's castle, trying to find the right time and moment to bring it up. When he does, you have made yourself comfortable in his room, no longer feeling uneasy or out of place in Asmo's picture perfect room; he's doing your nails, a soft ballet slipper pink that gradients into a lavender and he's adding little silvery nail art stars when he casually asks: "How long have you been fallen?"

♡ You nearly fall off the bed in shock, leaving Asmo tutting as you nearly messed up your nails. The reaction confirms it. He slows caps the nail polish and... squeals. "What color are your wings? Do you still have 'em? Oh, let me brush them! I miss brushing my own- Ooh! I can put bows and jewels and pretty little things in them- I have the perfect thing-" You try to slow him down, kneeling by the bed and trying to quiet him, but he's ecstatic. It's actually a way better reaction then you hoped for... out of all of them, you thought he would be the most likely to get angry. But truthfully, he just misses his wings. They were so pretty...

♡ Your slumber parties get a lot more fun after that. (And yes, true to his word, he keeps it a secret from Solomon, as hard as it is.) He spends hours preening your wings, figuring out what will be too heavy to braid into your shadowy feathers and what won't. He's the only one who will ever see them, a fact that riles him up a little more than it should, but how could it not? It's like you're showing him something he hasn't seen before, something more personal then even being nude in front of him. You're his little Angel... fallen or otherwise.

BEELZEBUB

♡ Honestly, it may seem like all Beelzebub's world revolves around food. But it doesn't! It's food, working out, food, you... food. What he's trying to say is that he pay attention to you. And sure, at first he didn't really care about you, you were just a human in a delicious world, after all. But you really made an impression on him. You listened. Really listened. Helped him work out and to not eat the Devildom into poverty... that's why he was so surprised when he looked over at you, you who had fallen asleep in a cross-legged position while helping him with sit-ups, and noticed the soft, cotton candy colored wings behind you.

♡ He sits there for about 5 minutes, debating on what to do, before he decides to wake you up. Pushing on your shoulder, he feels himself flush as he does. It just feels like... something personal. Like he shouldn't be looking. You wake up with a sleepy yawn, asking him what was up. "Your wings..."

♡ That wakes you up. You shoot up, away from him, something that hurts him a little more than it should, trying to explain. "I... don't mind. It's just... not what I expected." You look at him with a cute tilt of your head and he feels his blush deepen. "They look like they taste like cotton candy." He's avoiding the subject, but you sweetly don't push it. Just give a laugh laced with disbelief and tell him they absolutely do not, do not eat my wings.

♡ Beel is so easy going, that you kinda expected it to be swept under the rug and for life to continue on as it normally does. No wonder you let your guard down around him. He texts Belphie about it later at night, wondering why you're on his mind so often, wondering if you felt the same pain they did when they fell. It makes him... melancholy. He takes a trip to your room, knocks on the door, where you open and take him into your arms like you just know what he's thinking. He hold you tight, whispering how he'll be strong enough to protect you next time. You feed him chocolates in your bed while you two cuddle, and he tries not to get your wings sticky when he presses his face into them and inhales their sweet scent. You smell better than anything he's ever tasted.

♡ He isn't there fast enough.

BELPHEGOR

♡ Belphie, Belphie. Oh, Belphegor. Belphie has a lot of time to stew. A little too much, actually. It's probably why he sleeps so much too. Being so angry and hurt and full of vengeance takes a toll on one's psyche. He wonders a lot of things, when he's not stewing hot, though. He wonders why Diavolo took such a liking to you, how you managed to get Lucifer to soften, why the fuck he couldn't trick you. Ok, so maybe that last one made him a little angry but it's unfair. How could a stupid human see past his lies? You aren't particularly astounding to him. But, oh well, his plan is still working so he guesses he shouldn't care so much.

♡ However, what he does to you has absolutely no excuse. The pain he feels when he kills you doesn't go away. For some reason, it worsens. Like instead of bring his memory of Lilith closer, it slipped farther away from him, right out of his fingers. When the ground around you suddenly bursts into flames around you, leaving Mammon yelping, his hands start to shake. When they all pull back and look at the wing imprints left burning into the ground, he's actually horrified. You weren't... a human? And when Diavolo finally tells them all the truth... he's overwhelmed with guilt. He wants to take it back takeitback TAKE IT BACK. But he can't. He... should've gotten to know you better.

♡ But that's in a other life, isn't it? Belphie still feels a little guilty about what he was going to do to you, but that's just another thing to sleep off, huh? You may be a human, but you certainly act like an Angel with the way you forgive him. You try to help him adjust. Even when he's difficult, you're there with his favorite pillow and sleepy-time music on your favorite list. It's so calming. It's like... like being home again.

♡ Oh. Maybe that's the soft, warm wings he's wrapped up in. He blinks. Wings...? He hasn't seen wings like this in... who knows how many years. Turning towards the souce, he realizes you've fallen asleep next to him, and it's probably late right now, but you look so beautiful when you sleep. Face so peaceful, so sweet... he touches your cheek, and to his dismay, you stir. Your eyes blink open slowly, trying to make sense of the world loading around you... and you gasp. Shoot up straight out of the bed. "Nooo..." He whines, reaching to pull you back.

♡ He's a little hurt when you don't come back. He's not going to hurt you. He's... not in that state anymore. Not that person. You've shown him a different side to humans... or, well, he guess he can't say that anymore, can he? You whisper an apology for deceiving him and he shrugs. "We're even."

♡ You're a little amazed at how well he's taking this. A couple months ago, he was on a war path, ready to destroy anything that hurt or frusterated him, but now he's reaching out to you, trying to pull you into bed while saying, "Warmmmmmm." It's. Really cute actually. Despite this being a demon who has and could end your life at any moment. It's hard to make sense of this so early in the morning, so you let him pull you back into an embrace and fall back asleep.

♡ Belphie lies awake for the first time in months. He knows now how Lilith felt, even if you weren't truly a human. But to love something that you weren't supposed to? It turns your whole world upside down. She was always more graceful than him, more forgiving, more loving, more eloquent, more everything. Losing her ripped a hole in him that would never be filled. But loving you created a whole new part of him that didn't need to have it filled. He strokes your hair as you sleep, happy that you trusted him enough not to put your wings away. They really were so warm... and soft... and smelled so good. Like chamomile. Oh, there he goes... yeah. Lilith's death hurt. He was in a dark place for a long, long time. But he's happy he's got you to swaddle him from his own thoughts.

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not-souleaterpost · 2 months

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The suprisingly bad plot of Bomb Rush Cyberfunk

So I played this little fun Jet Set Radio clone (don't worry, it ties into the iceberg, so I wasnt technically procrastinating with video games-)

And the thing that stuck out besides the expected and fun is how the story was bad. In a surprising way - not as "oh I didnt expect it to suck so much!!!" But nah, what I mean is that it failed in a interesting way.

So what do I mean?

Well lets start with the whole setup "Oh yeah, you get your head chopper of and are actually just a random scrap metal robot controling a should-be lifeless body."

This is weird enough, but the fact that there is that much head switching and body stitching is just strange, you wouldnt really expect that from a skating game - hell it makes the casual light-bulb eye-switching from Naruto look tame in comparison.

Still, one could guess that its just a quirky thing (or more disturbingly that some of the developers gets off from it, like not the weirdest thing that exist) - just some funny detail to get attention and stand out.

But not, this thing actually is the crux of the whole "theme" and "charachter arc"

And its weird that this kind of game trys that, like if mario struggled with alcholism as a framing decice for generic platformer #64. Cause why do something that is overly ambitious and will fail?

Like this game sadly failed - the whole search for "roots" just felt kinda unatural and as if the people were living in a different world from you (like ok I get it the society literally is that much weirder, but I mean in a sense of just procecing information and emotions differently than a standard human would)

Just the fact that the charachters feel empty and you dont really connect with them or their relationships makes everything hollow - yet its weird that they tried at all - cause yeah in the end in Jet Set Radio, nobody gives a shit about that stuff, we just wanna ride the line with carefull cartoon charicatures.

Yet still the story decided to introduce plot twist, thematic foils, villians with pseudo-arcs, drama etc.

But somehow it doesnt get how at the same time it just doesnt work on a basic level - like after its revealed that not only that Faux guy killed Felix for a petty reason but also is about to kill all other Graffiti pals, its kinda irellevant that his "big secret" was "Oh your dad kept you out of trouble"

Yet the game plays that up as some final all revealing shocker, and even gives Faux a death mirroring Felix initial fall.

Also the whole arc of Felix is both weird and at the same time something that seems to be trying to say something - from starting as some random smart hair-dryer, to it being revealed that he secretly was a legendary skater with amnesia, and the whole "you are both now"-

I get kinda that they tried to say "look he died partly because of his arrogance and not letting others be close may sparked Faux's psychopathy", but still at the end it just doesnt click, you know what Im saying - the first thing after coming to life with no memory is "Oh I wanna paint the city, yeah why not and find my original head even if its not really mine" and then "Oh I guess I learned the power of friendship, even if we interacted minimally and in the end only the final thematic attack showed the use of bonds"

Like yeah, it showed literally moments how without other people he would be dead but still it was so subdued that its weird to do a whole story like that.

Especially a story as whacky as it - with a evil skater head taking over the police and brainwashing everyone to do his biding while becoming a giant centipede monster.

But the weirdest part is that it even had the whole meta-commentary about how yeah it IS a rip-off and one cant escape that, but like, we are totally something new too guys!

But guess the only really clever writting was the set up of that weirdo with angel wings actually having a absurd but believable reason for overhearing everything lol.

Yet other things just go nowhere - the sniper kinda disapears from the story, there are obvious times where you are just sent in circles for padding, etc.

And that last thing is kinda what leads me to my attempt to reverse engineer the story -

I would guess they started with the wacky desing of the main guy and someone though "but why do he be having that crazy head thou?"

And from that it sparked the idea, well he lost the head - and that connected with the whole "identity" thing especially when they had to think if they were making something creative or just puppetering the corpse of a dead, head-team less corpse of a faux legendary franchise (I dunno why I said faux, I like JSR, but I had to tie in the names)

The details came later, hence why DJ Cybers Mask is supposedly Felix's, even though it doesnt fit the latter - cause yeah the charachter designs werent made like that originally.

And thats why there is some weird padding and moments - cause of budget reasons some things had to be stretched, or maybe some things had to be used in a way to maximise what one has done and to not throw away some cool concepts, even if they clash.

Also, Im not knocking this associative way of coming up with storys, just speculating if thats how it all came together.

Still, the fact that the story isnt just "Yeah we are rebels and here are police, lets fight!" without any of the before mentioned window dressing is surprising.

And, being non-generic is a positive surprise, no matter the execution - so see, this "essay" wasnt shitting on this game afterall.

(also contrast for a simmilar story that is unsurprisingly bad - Gravity Rush - but I'll save that for another time, man I wish that games creative direction was done by someone else, cause the gameplay itself has moments of being more fun than a lot of things...)

Oh also the proof that this all relates back to the Soul Eater iceberg - see what I found (sadly not first, cause I googled and some redditor noticed 2 months ago, alas if I played this game way back I would have had this eternal glory, not shame😔):

And if you say: That's it? I expected more!:

Yeah...Sorry

#bomb rush cyberfunk #critique #story analysis #meta #surprisingly bad #not in a bad way #spoilers #soul eater iceberg #jet set radio #would tag jsrf but only played a few levels before the emulator lost my save #I suspect maybe the story will make more sense in retrospect of that ones plot like I heard it involves some alien squid being summonened #but the first jsr had the whole yellow rhino demon #so its not the absurdity thats weird more the try to be “emotionally complex” or to have some theme and message #but idk #yeah...sorry #also maybe there is some shit in the post game that makes it be more coherent but I already wasted enough time with videogames lol

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chewing on chrysijacks like they're a salad...... i wanna know more abt chrysijacks fairy au bc theyre soooooo aoiauurhghh....holds my hands out

so glad u asked… the fairy au ver of chrysijacks makes me want to gnaw my hand off because wdym they were acting like a married couple since age 13!!!!!!!!! they’ve wanted each other for so long but jacks never got the courage to ask chrysi out and she leaves him!!!!!!!

okay okay, anyway. basically chrysi had the ability to fly up until she turned 12. some other asshole kids were bullying her (and specifically lured jacks away so he couldn’t protect chrysi…) and a wild animal got involved, thought she was prey, and attacked. she escaped with her life, but not without getting one of her wings ripped off and the other crushed. chrysi wound up getting them fixed / reattached (partially out of vanity, but she was also a little girl scared of what jst happened to her…), but completely lost flight :(

jacks winds up stepping in and essentially lives at her home part time while he helps shuttle chrysi around ☹️ everyone with eyes can see that he loves her sososo much, but jacks vehemently denies it. castor eventually comes to the conclusion that if jacks doesn’t want chrysi, then he’ll flirt with her instead. this makes jacks so fucking jealous and it’s sad that he’s so lame abt it 😭

one thing leads to another, and.. mostly chrysi doesn’t like castor’s flirting, and castor steps it up to the point of putting chrysi in situations where she HAS to rely on him to get her out of them (i.e. taking chrysi to the forest floor, when he knows that she can’t fly away). he always promises jacks that he’ll look out for chrysi, but it still makes jacks anxious because !! that’s the girl he loves!!! and jacks knows what chrysi needs in terms of keeping her safe / what she can do on her own!! he’s had time to figure out the perfect balance for communicating with her and keeping her safe, but castor hasn’t, and it blows right up in castor’s face when chrysi winds up being captured by a human (hiiii, azure)

understandably, jacks is pissed off at castor—but most importantly, he’s so scared for chrysi that he’s abt to pass out. his best friend girlfriend…! he sets out to start searching for chrysi the MOMENT castor tells jacks what he accidentally did. (end of jacks and castor best friendship, i think..)

chrysi’s being kept safe by azure this whole time, btw. actually, she’s having a lot of fun? azure feels horrible that he accidentally kidnapped a fairy (he couldn’t tell when he put her in a jar because he wasn’t wearing his glasses 💀), so he’s making small obstacle courses and making tiny terrariums for chrysi to explore and stuff… they actually become rlly close friends here 😭 i 🖤 chryzure in all lifetimes. sorry jacks, ik this is abt ur relationship w chrysi, but. like. azure..

jacks DOES eventually find chrysi, but in his attempts to use his magic to save her, he, um. he accidentally turns azure into a fairy? or he shrunk him down accidentally, rather, and in doing so, he sacrificed his ability to fly 💀 so now there are three very small ppl in a human household and none of them can fly. great breakout attempt everyone, time to hit the showers…

castor eventually finds them, because he felt bad abt what happened to chrysi and was helping jacks in his attempts to find her. he’s the one who winds up returning them home (plus azure, who is VERY confused by everything going on).

there, chrysi and jacks agree that it’s best to pretend that azure’s a fairy they found who had his wings ripped off, and that jacks lost his ability to fly because of the, um, trauma that occurred while trying to save chrysi. everyone believes it, but it comes at the price of jacks’s reputation 💀

as time goes on, however, azure actually does start to grow wings? it’s super painful for him and he has no fucking clue why it’s happening!!! and jacks keeps going to various doctors in his attempts to regain his ability to fly, but he eventually gets the news that it’s likely he’ll never fly again. which.. he hates! he can’t walk everywhere, that’s a life worse than death!! <- says this to chrysi, who is extremely unsympathetic. chrysijacks get into a fight over this btw, because chrysi thinks it’s cruel that he would call her a charity case for all their years of friendship together.. mostly jacks said that because he’s bad at communication 😭 they’re horrible together.. i love them…

tbh, this doesn’t end well for chrysijacks, because they eventually piece together that the reason jacks can’t fly and why azure’s growing wings is because jacks’s abilities are being transferred to azure. so, in the end, they figure out a way to turn azure back into a human …. and chrysi asks to also be changed into a human, so she can be with him. and also because the human lifestyle appeals to her? and she breaks jacks’s heart…. sad end for jacks!!! sucks for him!!!!!!!! all that time together, and she leaves him….. :(((

#.asks #m.moon🎀#s.chrysijacks #s.chryzure #au.fairy #love LOSES!!!!!#…. tbh i’ve also got a thumbelina chrysijacks au where they end up happy together but im rlly thinking hard abt chrysijacks divorce.#but they were cute when they were kids!! they’d go everywhere and sleep in flower buds while holding hands .. ☹️#and then jacks was genuinely so sweet and supportive after chrysi lost her ability to fly…#they were cute..! but jacks wasted all his time and when push came to shove he’d grown complacent enough that he didn’t appeal to chrysi #and i mean. it’s hard to compete w azure too 😭#it’s okay most of the time i picture chrysijacks being pretty fairies while holding hands!

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necesito-mas-cafe · 9 months

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Good Omens 2 Spoilers

This is all me being absolutely normal about it.

I need everyone to know that I don't speak English, I just went through all this through the translator and I don't have the strength in me to correct it. It's three o'clock in the bloody morning and I barely finished the last chapter I wrote this.

The second season of Good Omens ripped me apart from the inside out. I saw absolutely nothing before the premiere, neither the trailer nor any post about it, I didn't even stop for the theories (well, I did a little) and the fanarts.

And my God.

I'm fucking crying and I don't know if it's the good way or the bad way.

Aziraphael and Crowley if they knew each other before they fell 😭😭, they were friends who hung out. Aziraphael apparently misses those times a lot. Crowley is so cute in this, like, I legitimately feel like I could sit down with him and have a lively conversation that doesn't involve alcohol or dolphins.

(Also, the scene where Crowley covers Aziraphael with his wing from the meteor shower (what were those things???) made me squeal with the same energy as a little girl when her parents tell her to buy her favorite ice cream).

Aziraphael is apparently a landlord??? like, wtf (And Crowley lives in his fucking car with two (2) boxes of plants, lol). I really liked Maggie and Nina, although I feel sorry for Nina and the whole thing with her (ex)partner (although it's also pretty obvious that the chick was kind of intense).

Crowley going back to the bookstore after his fight with Zira (and his run-in with Beelzebub) to protect him is very 😭💚💚. Crowley has actually been helping him since time immemorial (and wouldn't it be a happier world if he could continue to do so?).

The whole street probably thinks Mr. Fell has weird fetishes, just imagine the rumours.

It's fun to think about how Miguel got a desk based on Gabriel saying he had one.

Crowley suffers directly for lending his precious car to Zira, and he still does it because he loves it. (Also, Muriel is just too adorable in all of this, dammit, I want to give her hot chocolate and a pat on the head for her good work 🤧).

How come Gabriel and Beelzebub developed their bloody romance before the beings that were rightfully "running around" for six thousand years????? It's the funniest and most pathetic (for my ineffable (😭😭😭) husbans) I've ever seen. It is also sweetness that rots teeth).

Crowley's angel costume is fucking hilarious.

After the whole climax is resolved (I'm not commenting on it too much, I'm still processing it) Crowley finally gets up the nerve to tell Aziraphael his feelings (with a lot of help) but is interrupted by Zira, who (dramatically a bit) told Crowley that he could return him to when they were both happy together, like angels, in heaven, which shows us that even though Crowley is Crowley, he prefers the No-fallen-angel-Crowley in order to fulfill his perfect fantasy. And yet, after that, Crowley confesses to Aziraphael, offering to stay together, just the two of them, on his own side. Azira can't accept that, and Crowley can't accept Azira's offer, and after a kiss (which felt like a stab to my heart) they went their separate ways.

AND END

I'M YELLING TOO MUCH

I don't know how to feel about it; my expectations for their relationship was that they would hold hands, not that.

The ending is so perfect and yet so fucking painful 😭.

I need a 3rd damn season (or not, I really (very painfully) liked the ending it had, though the whole second coming thing in the finale has me 👀 if you know what I mean).

#good omens #crowley #azirafell #aziraphel #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #spoliers #good omens series 2 #good omens spoilers #Can we still call them husbands when they're technically divorced?#im crying #I need to open Ao3 and miraculously find several fanfics about it #😭😭😭#need more coffee post

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kanos-blorbos-archive · 3 months

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Hi hi hi hi hi I NEED NEED to tell you something that came out of a conversation with my dear worldbuilder friend omg omg so it's about Exp in the reincarnation AU ok ok

As a prologue I need to tell y'all a few things because I haven't drawn in a while the older Exp but basically in a design I made a good while ago (mid/end 2020) Exp in his older age lacks both legs, plus a whole hand (promptly substituted with a fine prostethic) and three fingers on the other hand (those too promptly substituted with a fine prostethic) but the point now is that he lost the other leg and we specifically talked about how!!

So so basically in that AU Exp is back from a planet full of dragons and both directly and stringing from his son's DNA he got a few samples of dragon genes that he wanted to put to the use to create a whole dragon, WELL, he did create something akin to a dragon, a 4 meters tall winged reptiloid, and well hm, Exp has an habit, especially with newer creatures, to directly go into their enclosures to feed them, confident in his fake immortality and electric stick (think of like a really long taser thingy I'll give details on another post ig)

ALRIGHT SO his own confidence wasn't enough to save him this time because once DG9 inevitably bit him, it didn't just bite rip and run, which would have gotten exp a time window to crawl out of the enclosure, it bit and held there, trying to figure out basically how to eat the man whole, and the second that he was on the ground and couldn't get away Exp, for the very first time in 60 years, felt a gut wrenching, nerve-wracking fear and instinctively just screamed for help

Fortunately for him (but not humanity) as soon as Jacob Jr heard (very soon btw the boy has some veery good reflexes) he came to the rescue, and that was the first and probably only time that Jacob Jr willing hurt an animal or animal-like thing and especially the only time Jacob Jr somewhat struggled in a strength feat, because even though his species is designed to be dragon killers first of all, though she comes close, not even the prime example of hybrid can take down an entire dragon by herself, secondly, he had to use only one hand to keep DG9 down, even though it isn't quite a dragon, he was pulling Exp's leg away with one hand and pushing the mutant away with the other, which eventually worked because he managed to just rip his father off, ripping the entire leg off in the process, all before he lost too much blood as well

Thing is that Exp found himself for the first time being completely and utterly scared, terrified even, and neither William or Jacob have ever heard him scream in absolute fear, and especially Exp never ever did question his own mortality like in this moment, he came back to his own normal little later while they were closing up his leg and making sure he wouldn't die of bloodloss, but for sure Mr Jacob im-basically-a-god Lawson got a taste of mortality and he for sure isn't going to forget about it, and of course brag about it for showing off his creation

Oh btw in the Lawson household opinions on whether Jacob Jr should have let DG9 eat Exp, Jacob Jr of course thinks he did the right thing because it's ofc his dad and even though he knows he's a war criminal, he's also a pretty darn good dad, William has very mixed opinions on the fact, because he knows for a certain humanity could use one Dr Exp less but also he would've kinda felt bad, 11D straight up told Jacob Jr he should've let DG9 eat Exp because the world doesn't really need him

Aaaand that's it folks! I thought it was pretty good to show this to y'all because I love it, BYEEEE

#exp #jacob jr #reincarnation au #kano does art

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A purely self indulgent birthday reflection cause hey it's my birthday in 13 days. Forgive me if it's a bit rambly, I wrote it very late last night

I'm 30 years old this month. I've done a lot in my time on this earth. Doesn't always feel like it, but looking back, yeah. I've done a lot of things that most people haven't.

I traveled to Italy with a group of high school girls in my freshman year to perform in the New Year's Day parade in front of the pope. I wore a kilt. The air was freezing and my knee went numb from kneeling as strangers took pictures of us. I accidentally drank coffee and was terrified that I had broken my church's word of wisdom. I got an oversized hat that is now faded and dull and tucked safely in my chest of memories of that trip.

I worked at Disney World as a character performer. My wrist was fractured in my first 6 months by a man twice my height who decided to high five Mickey Mouse as hard as he possibly could and snapped my wrist back. I wasn't allowed to make noise on set, so I held in my scream until I stumbled backstage. To this day, 10 years later, that wrist still gives me pain when I overwork it or when the air pressure changes. I performed in front of thousands, I hugged even more. I had people cry with joy in my arms, I comforted those who saved money for years just for the chance to meet a character and found themselves falling apart because I was someone SAFE I was someone they loved and trusted. I've played peek-a-boo with babies that shrieked that bubbling laugh that only babies have. I've directed the hands of a blind girl over my character head and watched her smile so bright I was nearly blinded. I've tripped over my own dang costume and landed flat on my back and got up to people cheering when I bowed to show I was okay. I've been with Stitch and cupped my hands around a baby duckling to help it over a little curb because my hands were the only ones protected from the agitated momma duck. I have a tattoo of the last day I spent with Stitch on my thigh now because he was my favorite.

I begged the managers to train me in a show. A parade. Anything. I was told that it was up to faceless Casting who had never met me, didn't know that I would train and practice and do whatever they asked of me. I was never given a chance.

I was assaulted in costume, time after time until the final straw was an old man, drunk at 11:30 in the morning who humped me from behind, grabbed my chest and tried to rip my character head off. I was told I should've spoken to the restaurant manager on staff who had already left when this happened. I wanted to file a police report. I was told there was no point.

I put in my two weeks three days later. I received a curt acknowledgement and no thank you for four years of my life spent there. To this day, there is a part of me that absolutely aches to return. That wants to believe that things would be different now. I don't know if my broken body would allow it anymore.

I've skydived. Ten times I've skydived and nine of those were solo jumps. The first time I jumped alone, the terror that grabbed me by the neck had my whole body shaking as the plane climbed higher and higher. When it was time, the door opened, I was instructed to climb out onto the wing. The wind was so strong that my entire body lifted the moment my feet left the little step and I could only hold on with hands that were shaking so bad I knew I wouldn't last for long. I held on until I was told to let go and I-

Fell Down and all the weight, all the pain, all the fear was sucked away with the plummeting wind and I felt ALIVE in a way that I hadn't for years. I only free fell for a few seconds. The harness dug so tightly into my chest and thighs when the parachute caught that I was covered in deep purple bruises for weeks and I showed off those bruises with pride because I had DONE it, I had fallen through the air and landed and survived and I knew I would do it again and again and again.

I've climbed up aerial silks to dangle up in the air, twisted in the smooth fabric. I've climbed and climbed because I had to be strong, I wanted to be a performer that people would watch with awe because just because I left Disney, didn't mean that I had lost the ability to perform, right? I pushed myself too far, I damaged something in my elbow and I am afraid that the pain will never go away.

I've watched my younger brother lose his words. I still remember when he used to speak, in that way that little kids do. He was diagnosed with autism and several other medical conditions. My mom used to record videos of him and ask him questions for the doctors to examine his health and mental state. She asked him what his favorite movie was once. He answered "Space Chimps!" Then he said, "Happy, I'm so happy!"

That was many, many years ago now. He's an adult now. He doesn't speak now, not much more than basic words that we have to prompt him to use. He has seizures now. I've had to drag his thrashing body out of the bathtub to save him from drowning. I've pulled my car over and leapt out of drivers seat to help him lie down and watch for the signs that I need to call an ambulance. Last month, he had a seizure so bad that I saw light drain from his eyes and for a solid fifteen seconds, I was certain I had just watched my baby brother die. Then he breathed in and I nearly fell to my knees but I couldn't because there was still work to be done to make sure he was okay.

My other brother, the youngest of the family has autism and crohn's disease. Whenever we go on outings or family trips, he's glued to my side because I'm the oldest and I raised him when my dad was not allowed to live with us and I was the oldest of five and I had to be an adult at 14 years old. Whenever I visit, he wants me to hold him while he gets his shots done every Sunday at home. They're easier than the ones he used to have to do every month. Those were the hard ones, when I had to hold him down while the doctor tried to insert the needle, listen to him scream and tell him through my streaming tears that I was so, so sorry that he has to go through this. He got taller than me this year. He still ducks his head to my shoulder when he gives me a hug.

I've lost both of my grandmas. The one I was closer to just this year. She taught me to love stories and movies and books and I made it back in time to say goodbye. I had promised her a photoshoot with her and my grandpa. It wasn't the one I wanted, but I did it, with her stuck in bed, tubes attached all over and her smile wide and eyes present. She kept reaching up to touch my red dyed hair. She told me I was beautiful.

I've never seen myself as anything other than horribly, unbearably ugly.

The family dog died a week after she did. I couldn't attend her funeral because I had to go back to work several states away.

I quit that job soon after. I ran from a project that I am terrified to return to because my pain made me act rashly and I am still so afraid to show my face there again.

I spent 45 days in the woods in New York state working as a photographer for a youth camp, assaulted by allergies, a flooding room and mice and snakes making their home in my room. I traveled to the big city alone, stayed in a sketchy airbnb alone because no matter what, I wanted to see Alex Brightman in Beetlejuice the musical and I did not care that I was being stupid with my safety because there was a part of me that did not care if I didn't come back.

I saw it twice. I cried both times. It's a really, really good show. There's a bakery in Times Square called Angela's with the best strawberry shortcake I've ever had.

I have written over 760,170 words in stories written for Undertale. I've poured my heart and soul into my writings and I've met the most unbelievably kind people because of it. My best friends are in my life now because of those words I've written. I had my first relationship because of the words I've written. I've clung on to this little game and the stories that have come to life because of it with the desperation of someone drowning because it has saved my life over and over again. I have so many stories I want to tell, I have so many I want to publish as a physical books I can hold in my hands.

I've voiced ads on the radio. I voiced Frisk in an Undertale video that makes me a blushing mess to watch because I didn't realize what the full context of the video was. I still want to voice act professionally.

I've traveled all over the states as a photographer. I found a ghost town in the mountains of Montana and walked through the foggy and deserted streets and caked my work shoes in mud. The air up there was the freshest I've ever smelled. I once drove fours hours to do pictures at a school with 9 kids in total. I showed them all my gear and explained how it all worked and let them take pictures of each other. Maybe one of them will grow up to love photography, become one as well. Maybe not.

I've had so many close calls while driving drowsy that it's honestly a miracle I haven't crashed.

I think I need the same surgery my mom had for a hiatal hernia. I don't have the insurance or money for that, so I deal with fits of vomiting a few times a month and wiping my mouth and going back to work.

I just got a job with a traveling photography company for dance competitions. I want to hope that this is finally, finally the break I have fought for for seven years.

I am so scared that I will never fall in love and that no one will ever love me as a partner.

They say that your 30's are when you really start to figure things out. I don't know what it will bring. I'm scared and I'm tired all the time because I believed for so long that once I turned 30, it was all over.

But I'm still here. And I'm finding that life doesn't end once you hit 30. I'm trying to look at life as taking things event by event as they come. I'm trying to let go of the 'What If's' that have kept me running and paralyzed for so long. I've grown and I've changed and yet I still feel like the little kid leaving home for the first time at 18, with no idea of what was going to happen next.

I guess there's nothing to do but see what the big 30's will bring. I'm getting the feeling that my life is only beginning.

Happy birthday to me.

#the ninja rambles #long post #hey ninja who asked for this absolutely no one thank you #there's even more stuff but i've written enough i think #i'd like a little birthday cupcake please

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lankieghost · 2 years

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Lankie's Bloodborne Boss Ranking Bonanza! (Part 2/3)

This is part 2 of my Bloodborne boss ranking! You can find Part 1 here

Spoilers for Bloodborne ahead!

Here's a fun challenge : try and draw The One Reborn with no references. Because hooo boy is this meat centaur a mess.

The fight starts with a bunch of bell ringing ladies on the balconies. Hilariously, I don't know what the bell ladies do if you leave them alive, since I killed them first thing every time.

You'd think this guy would be a flailing mess but it seems he mostly just summons a bunch of loose limbs over you. The only thing that gave me trouble was his big throw up attack which covers the whole floor of the arena.

I ended up killing him in two attempts, he looks intimidating but he's basically a very gross paper tiger.

Oh Amygdala, have pity on the poor bastard!

Turns out, ol' Amy took Patches advice at heart, because I beat them on my first try.

Which is surprising because Amygdala is pretty intimidating! What with the lasers and the prodigious size and the ripping its own arms off to beat you to death. But yeah I don't know what to tell you, I pressed O when I needed to dodge, I hit r1 a bunch of times and they just kinda died.

I do like that after killing Rom it's revealed that there's tons of Amygdala's (Amygdalae?) just chilling all over Yharnam, very creepy.

Ah Kos, or some say Kosm!

Boy howdy there's a lot of gimmick fights in Bloodborne. The Host of The Nightmare will just constantly run away from you until you corner him in a room, then he shoots a bunch of tentacles at you.

I'm making it sound easy but I ended up dying to this bastard 4 times! The tentacles hits hard and he's got his little puppet buddies backing him up in fights.

The best part of the fight is Micolash's running commentary on Kos and granting eyes. He really sells the whole raving madman vibe he's got going.

What does it say about me that I died multiple times to Micolash but beat Mergo's Wet Nurse on my first attempt? I don't know! But What I do know is that Mergo's Wet Nurse is awesome.

Look at this cool ass design! Six armed black angel with scythes? Rad as hell! Sounds like an OC I'd have when I was 13! I love that its head looks like a big slug thing but it's actually just an empty cloak. I love that this horrible thing is a 'wet nurse'. I love that the music playing in this fight is just a kids music box. Great vibes all around!

The fight is pretty easy unfortunately, the wind ups are really telegraphed and it's too easy to just get behind her when she starts flailing her scythes. You gotta be on the ball when she starts summoning her clones to attack you (reminds of the High Priestess fight in Sekiro) but there was never a time when I felt threatened in this fight.

But despite all that I'm still giving MWN an A just for the great design. Let it be known that I'll bump any character's score up if you attach some angel wings to the mix.

Does anyone care about this boss?

It's another gimmick boss where there's a bunch of these dumb aliens and you gotta find the REAL Celestial Emissary. At which point it triples in size.

I do like when these guys have the weird tendrils coming of their heads, that's pretty creepy. But they honestly didn't have to put this boss in the game. The next boss is only one corridor and a elevator ride away!

Side note: Upper Cathedral Ward, the place you find this and the next boss, fucking suuuuUUUUuuuucks. Brain eater enemies everywhere,the part where it just ganks you with 3 werewolves, if the little slug things nibble you once it fills up a full frenzy bar. Just absolutely awful.

The Daughter of The Cosmos has a very neat design, very creepy and alien. I was expecting this fight to be pretty tough but it was honestly not too bad, think I beat in 3 attempts.

I like that there's a thing that looks like Rom's corpse in the arena, I think the implication is that Ebrietas is an adult form of whatever Rom is. That's neat!

Another thing that I like about all the more alien designs in Bloodborne is that they all have some slightly human qualities to them, like Ebrietas' slug body looking like a humans kneeling legs. It adds to the creepiness of the monsters, like was this thing human? Is it mimicking humanity? Maybe they're not so different to us??? SPOOKY??????

Ebrietas gets a - solely because of Upper Cathedral Ward. Because fuck Upper Cathedral Ward.

Logarius, in my opinion, is the toughest boss in the base game. He's got projectiles, he's aggressive in his 2nd form, he's got his whole gimmick of planting his sword in the ground to summons constant ghost swords that chase you. He's a dozy!

However the main thing that makes him tough, and the thing that pops a minus on his score, is his tendency to jump straight up into the air and goomba stomp you to death! The camera doesn't track him when he does this, so you just have to guess when he's gonna land. Sometimes he'll do it multiple times in a row. I'm really not a fan of this attack because it feels like Logarius is taking advantage of the bad camera to land hits on me.

Also the run back for Logarius is not a good time. Two ladders!? What am I made of time!?

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This ends part 2, in the next part, we'll take a brief jaunt into DLC town and rank the final 2 bosses!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

#bloodborne #ranking #animation #bloodborne spoilers

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