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The Nevermore murders | Ghostface!Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Summary: Shortly after the Addams twins make their arrival at Nevermore Academy, a series of gruesome murders among the student body begins. As bodies pile up, Wednesday gets into investigating and gets to the conclusion that the victims all have one thing in common: they are members of the Nevermore Academy's secret society.

What if the killer was among the members of the Nightshade society?

Word count: 8.4k

Warnings: This fic has smut, blood, violence, murders, knife play and more. If that’s not your thing, do not read it.

A/N: Xavier will be a little ooc in this for the plot’s sake

I want to say a special thank you to @lightofdawnxo who helped me get to the end of this fic

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An early riser of Nevermore Academy stumbled upon a gruesome display in the quad on Monday morning. The body of Yoko Tanaka was found hooked to one of the branches of the tree.

Principal Weems felt disturbed by the brutality of the act. Whoever had done this must be a total lunatic.

According to the books, vampires are immortal, but by the amount of blood that was spilled into the fountain — likely caused by a stab in her heart —, Yoko was dead.

When you descended from your dorm, everyone was crowding the entrance of the quad. The unusual scene drew your attention. You tried to see above the crowd, but all you could make out was yellow ribbons and Jericho police officers.

‘’Did somebody die?’’ you asked in your typical dark humor.

The girl beside you turned her head in your direction, looking as if she had seen a ghost. ‘’Haven’t you heard? Yoko was murdered.’’

Before Nevermore could grieve their classmate, another body was found.

The whole student body was at the harvest festival when a scream was heard in the woods: Bianca Barclay's. At her feet laid the dead body of her fellow siren and close friend, Kent. His throat was sliced and blood was gushing out while his wide eyes were staring right back at her.

She crouched down and touched his arm — the body was still warm.

The crunch of a tree branch snapping under a foot put Bianca into alert mode. ‘’Hello?’’ she called into the dark woods, checking one of the most cliché — and dumb — things one says in a horror movie.

She looked around as her hands trembled, terrified Kent’s killer was still there. He had talked to her half an hour ago, right before going to meet his Grindr date. Whoever did this couldn’t be far.

The leaves rustled and twigs snapped as someone approached Bianca from behind.

‘’Bianca! I heard a scream—’’ Divina cut herself off with a scream of her own, seeing Kent on the ground just as Bianca caught a masked figure between trees.

The next day during breakfast, Kent’s name was on everyone’s lips.

‘’It’s the second death in the span of a week,’’ Ajax pointed out, stabbing a piece of pancake from his plate.

‘’Murder,’’ Xavier corrected, taking a seat beside you. Since it was the weekend, his uniform was replaced by a darker hoodie and regular tee shirt. ‘’Yoko had a knife in her heart and Kent’s throat was slit. They were murdered.’’

Before you, Enid gulped and pushed her half empty plate away, no longer hungry. Yoko was one of her great friends. The imaginative visual of her hanging by the tree in the quad made her stomach churn.

You felt Xavier drape an arm behind you to keep a hand on the small of your back, more protective since the beginning of the murders. ‘’Bianca told Weems she saw someone in the woods after finding Kent’s body,’’ you reported.

‘’The killer?’’ Enid asked in a hushed voice, the same way one would talk about Voldemort in Harry Potter.

‘’Possibly.’’ You popped a blueberry in your mouth and leaned back against Xavier.

Ajax sighed. ‘’Nevermore used to be the safest place for outcasts. Now, someone is out there killing our classmates.’’

‘’Who agrees to meet someone they met on a dating app in the woods? It’s almost like he ran after his own death,’’ Wednesday said, breaking her silence at the end of the table.

‘’How can you say that?’’ Enid gasped, shocked by her roommate’s indelicate words.

You backed your sister. Her words were wrongly chosen, but Kent wasn't the brightest one of the bunch and his death proved it. ‘’Wednesday is right. Don't you guys watch horror movies?’’

After a few days of peace, Divina joined her twin brother and became the third victim of the Nevermore Academy murders. She was found by the lake, gutted like a fish. Although barbarous, it was ironic and well thought out by the killer.

‘’First Yoko and now Divina? This is unfair,’’ Enid cried on her bed, saddened by her friends’ deaths.

‘’Life is unfair, Enid,’’ Wednesday deadpanned, not helping her roommate’s crying. She was terrible at comforting people.

‘’Why would someone want to kill them? Kent partnered up with Bianca to sabotage the other teams at Poe Cup, but he’s never done anything so horrible that would make someone want to kill him. Neither did Yoko and Divina. I don’t understand.’’

‘’Murderers are difficult to understand,’’ you said, having read your fair share of books about serial killers.

The petite werewolf looked up from her pink heart pillow, tear stains on her face from crying. ‘’Why can't the police find them? It’s their job to keep people safe and catch the bad guys and put them behind bars. I don’t think I can handle another murder…’’

Enid was an emotional person. She was so destroyed by the loss of her friends, it was heartbreaking to see. These murders were hard on her, but unfortunately you didn’t have any words to bring her comfort. You tried getting Ajax to come over to comfort her, but getting past the housemaster was impossible.

You grabbed Wednesday’s headless doll and played with the buttons of her dress. She owned an identical dress, which made the doll creepier. ‘’This is not Riverdale. There is no 'murderer or serial killer gene'.’’ Wednesday plucked the doll from your hands, the dark look in her eyes telling you to stop it. ‘’Besides, I doubt Jericho's police department is professionally equipped to track a murderer. I don’t know why Weems bothered to call them. Now outcasts are seen as a murderer's target and normies probably make entertainment and tasteless jokes out of this.’’

‘’Then maybe someone else should take the case in their hands.’’

Enid was not wrong. Someone better suited for the job would make this case go forward — and perhaps catch the murderer —, but you could hardly see Sheriff Galpin asking help for the outcasts he despised so much. He would rather sit and watch all the outcasts drop dead before lifting a finger to help solve this case.

‘’Serial killers are difficult to catch, but not impossible,’’ Wednesday aforementioned, grabbing her notebook with a pen. Her roommate’s words had sparked an idea inside her. ‘’Thing, help Enid dry her tears. I'm taking the case into my own hands. A masked boogeyman is killing our classmates and I intend on finding who’s behind it.’’

‘’Where is Enid?’’ you asked a few days later, not seeing the blonde girl on her side of the dorm.

At this hour, she was usually painting her nails or working on tomorrow’s post for her social media accounts. She was a busy lady.

Wednesday was sitting at her desk with paper cut-outs all over. ‘’Out with her gorgon boyfriend,’’ she explained flatly.

The ban on outings had been lifted as of yesterday so you expected no less.

Many students had gone out today, even just to grab coffee at Weathervane. Nevermore was a large ground, but nothing compared to the freedom of Jericho. The town was less than interesting, but at least there were shops to browse, people to spook and the best chocolate cake.

You hummed, walking up to the desk to creep on your sister. ‘’How’s the investigation going?’’

‘’I may have found a common denominator between the victims.’’

You took a seat on Wednesday’s bed, careful to not crease it. ‘’Enlighten me.’’

‘’Turns out all students have something in common: they’re part of Nevermore’s secret society,’’ Wednesday explained. She pulled out a paper with what seemed to be a coat of arms — moon phases at the top, a double nightshade flower with a skull as the flower’s middle.

You pulled your eyebrows together. ‘’Since when does Nevermore have a secret society?’’

‘’Since the 1600s. Our ancestor, Goody Addams, founded the Nightshades to fight against society and to bring peace to every outcast so they could be considered as equals with normies. It's been previously believed to be disbanded because of the death of a normie, but they seemed to be still a thing.’’

‘’Why haven’t I heard of that society before?’’

‘’Perhaps you are not as cool as you believe yourself to be.’’

Your jaw dropped and you tossed a cushion at your sister. She didn’t flinch or react.

‘’If I am right — which I 99.9% am sure of —, the list of the next victims should be found through Weems. Thing and I will attempt to sneak into her office at nighttime to get my hands on the list of the members. As headmaster, she must know about this secret society.’’

Despite having a masked killer on the loose going after Nevermore Academy students, Principal Weems decided to not cancel the Rave'N dance. She deemed the students needed to have a little fun for one night after the tragedies.

Dress-code be damned, you would never be caught dead in a white dress.

‘’You look like a murdering widow attending their husband’s funeral, but in a good way,’’ Enid complimented, a yeti-tini in her hand.

You smiled at her, still holding onto Xavier’s arm. ‘’Thanks, Enid. I like the fur trim on yours.’’

She was giving wintery sugar-fairy plum vibes with her pink wig and sparkles on her face. It was too colorful for your taste, but she pulled it off perfectly. By her side, Ajax had gone for a more casual look — his classic tee shirt and a hoodie combo underneath a beige blazer to dress it up.

‘’Do you know if Wednesday is coming?’’ the pink haired girl asked. ‘’She was not in our dorm when I left.’’

You shook your head. ‘’Wednesday doesn’t do dances. Besides, she is too brain deep into her investigation to care about these school events—’’

Behind you, a chorus of surprised gasps and whispers caught your attention, putting an abrupt end to your conversation with Enid. You turned your head, following everyone’s sight-line, and saw Wednesday stepping in in a Victorian lace number, making her big — and unexpected — entrance.

‘’Check it out,’’ Ajax said, pointing to your sister. ‘’Wednesday totally busted out of her cocoon.’’

Ms. Thornhill approached Wednesday before you could wave her over, looking equally surprised and happy to see her at the Rave’N — and, with a date. They talked for a short time, then she excused herself to the drink table and you let go of Xavier’s arm to get to her.

‘’I’ll be right back.’’

The bottom of your dress was sweeping the floor as you walked, making you wish you had gotten it hemmed before the dance.

‘’Nice dress, did you dig in a corpse’s coffin?’’

‘’I did not. Unfortunately,’’ Wednesday replied while pouring Yeti-tinis into cups — for her and Tyler. ‘’Thing stole it in a shop in town.’’ She gave you a look over, her face turning into a slight discomfort. ‘’You look like Mother,’’ she pointed out flatly, looking at your long dark hair and the plunging neckline of your dress. ‘’It’s truly disturbing.’’

‘’I’ll take it as a compliment.’’ You grabbed a glass and poured yourself a drink. ‘’Interesting choice of date,’’ you said, wrinkling your nose seeing Tyler dressed in a white suit and a blue button up. Something about him rubbed you the wrong way.

‘’Not all of us are interested by elite snobs.’’ Wednesday took her drinks and left.

Eventually, the DJ played the last song of the night. Some radio pop that made you cringe. You hated every single thing about that song, but danced with Enid anyway.

Just as the song was hitting its high point, you saw something drip on Enid’s shoulder. Something red. You looked up, trying to figure its provenance, and saw more red liquid dripping and coming from the sprinklers. More and more continued to drip, speckling dresses, jackets, hair and faces with red.

Your lips curled into a pleased smile, feeling the wetness on your face and dripping down. Your first blood shower. The sprinklers hit their full splashing speed and Wednesday's face mirrored yours.

The party ambiance turned into chaos and terror. Screams echoed all around, realizing what was happening. People were running and slipping on the now wet floor, turning up the level of chaos, while the Addams twins remained calm.

You dipped a red-coated finger in your mouth, only to be disappointed. ‘’It’s only paint.’’

Whoever had planned this little stunt were amateurs — or wimps. Although you were 100% on Carrie’s side, at least Chris Hargensen went through with her plan and got real pig’s blood.

Soon enough, the whole room was coated in red paint; it reassembled a bloodbath. It was magnificent.

‘’Have you seen Tyler? I lost him,’’ the voice of your sister asked, standing before you, equally painted with red paint.

You shook your head. ‘’I haven’t.’’

You walked down Ophelia Hall to your dorm, 'bloody' from head to toes. The paint had begun to dry in some places, making it feel tight and uncomfortable on the skin.

When you came out from your shower, you caught a masked figure sitting in your chair, spinning a knife on your bed-side table with a gloved hand — the masked killer. While most would have screamed and ran out of the room, your visitor made your stomach twist in a pleasuring way.

‘’Nice robe. Though it would look better on the floor,’’ the masked killer said with the use of a voice changer.

‘’Nice knife. It would look better against my neck,’’ you quipped back without a glint of fear.

You grabbed your hairbrush from your desk, totally unbothered by the stranger in your dorm, but when you moved to get to your bathroom, the masked killer was right behind you.

‘’I didn’t say you could go.’’

Your body stilled, feeling the warmth of their chest through the thin fabric of your robe. A gloved hand crept on your waistline, right where the tie of your silk robe sat. One firm tug and it would fall open — goodbye modesty.

‘’I saw you on the dance floor.’’ The hand on your waist slowly trailed down, searching for the opening of your robe to slip a hand underneath. ‘’All that blood on you made me want to ravage you. Unfortunately, I had other doings awaiting.’’

You could hear the other person breathing behind the mask and felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to your core. ‘’Are you going to kill me?’’

‘’Do you want me to?’’ the robotic voice asked.

You twisted in their grasp, now facing the masked killer. The danger of the situation excited you and you could feel it in your panties as the gloved hand slipped higher on your thigh, exposing more skin.

A smirk curled on your lips, deciding to entertain his little game. You then put on your best 'scared' face, peering up at them with pleading eyes. ‘’Please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.’’

“I like it when you beg.” A gloved hand reached up and removed the mask to reveal a smirking Xavier, his eyes dark with lust.

‘’How was he?’’ you asked, hearing the mask hit the floor.

‘’Feisty.’’ Xavier rolled his shoulder, hissing a little. ‘’He kept screaming and fighting back. It was so annoying. I had to gag him and tie him up.’’

‘’This should keep Wednesday’s nose away from our business.’’

Xavier hummed, casting his green eyes down on your lightly covered body. He leaned in to attach his plush lips to your jaw, kissing along while he untied your robe. The front fell open, the chill air of the dorm waking goosebumps on your skin.

He led you to the bed and followed you down on the bed-spread. The sides of your robe had slipped on the sides of your body, uncovering the swell of your breasts. Xavier's mouth left your skin, pulling back and taking a moment to admire you under him.

‘’My deadly nightshade,’’ he breathed out in a whisper, running a finger over your clothed clit. He was so deeply in love with you; he would murder for you, abandon his morales just for one more taste of you. You didn't notice him reaching under his robe to retrieve his knife. He ran the cold blade up your thigh, making you shiver. ‘’I’m gonna have you screaming for me.” The blade slid briefly under your panties — black and delicate, just the way he liked.

‘’I don’t scream,’’ you said, your heart beating faster from the thrill of the knife. ‘’And if I do, there's a good chance I'm enjoying myself.’’

Xavier smirked with a dark glint in his eyes. He took that as a challenge. ‘’I’d love to hear that.’’ You heard the tear of the lace, the blade cutting through the delicate material and then moving to the left. Then, he gently dragged it down your mound, the blunt side touching your skin.

Your breath hitched and you clenched around nothing.

Xavier reached for the voice changer, bringing it to his mouth. ‘’Let’s play a game. Do you like scary movies, Y/N?’’

‘’Uh-uh.’’

‘’I ask a question and if you get it right, I’ll slip a finger in. You must be so fucking wet already, uh?’’ He slipped a finger between your folds, feeling your slick. You drew in a breath, bucking your hips and causing the knife to press into your delicate skin. ‘’That knife makes you wet, doesn't it?’’

Most would be terrified of the sharp edge touching their skin, but it gave you a rush of adrenaline and oxytocin.

‘’Wrong answer and I’ll—’’ He slapped your cunt, the sound echoing in the dorm, making you gasp a moan and quiver under his touch. ‘’Got it?’’

You nodded.

Xavier took the knife away and you whimpered, already missing it. ‘’How many people did Jason kill in the first Friday the 13th?’’

‘’Zero,’’ you answered confidently.

Jason was not the killer in the first movie. It’s his mother, Pamela Voorhees. That exact question was a trap for fake horror fans and they fell for it every time.

‘’Correct.’’ He brought a finger down to your folds and pushed it in with a squelching sound. ‘’What is the name of the swedish pagan cult in Midsommar?’’ Xavier continued while slowly thrusting his finger in and out.

You raked your brain for the right answer, not feeling full enough. ‘’The Hårga.’’

‘’Correct.’’ Another finger was added and you let out a soft sigh. ‘’In The Orphan, what is the not-so-little girl's real name in the movie?’’

You had watched this movie a few weeks ago. How could you not remember the little bitch’s name.

To deconcentrate, Xavier curled his fingers in just the right way, watching your eyes fluttering shut as a moan slipped out.

‘’Esther. H-her name’s Esther!’’

His fingers stilled inside you and that’s when you knew you fucked up.

Xavier shook his head. ‘’I'm sorry, that’s the wrong answer.’’ A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth and he slapped your pussy — hard —, making you moan, the line between pain and pleasure blurring. ‘’Her name is Leena Klammer. Esther is the name she gave herself.’’

Shit. You knew that.

‘’Should we go for another question? One last question?’’

‘’What does Emily Blunt's character, Evelyn Abbott, step on in the film A Quiet place?’’

A nail.

Instead, you said, ‘’A needle.’’

Xavier tsked you with his tongue, shaking his head. ‘’Wrong answer.’’ He gave your pussy another slap and you moaned again as you clenched, wishing he would do it again and again.

Was it even punishment if you were enjoying it?

‘’Mmh, look at that wet pussy.’’ Xavier dipped a finger between your folds, collecting your slick and making you push against his touch, wanting more. ‘’My pretty pussy.’’ He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked all of your slick like it was fucking desert. After cleaning it all up, he released it with a ‘pop’ and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Before you could engage in further activities, Xavier rid himself of his black costume and other black clothes. He was getting hot under this all — and his cock was so hard in his pants that it was aching. You wished he had kept his Rave’N attire underneath his costume, but he would've been too recognizable and blood was almost impossible to get out of white clothing.

You ran your hands over his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. His face twisted in discomfort when you reached his shoulders, but you soothed them with kisses while his hands rubbed up and down your hips and thighs.

It was nice to not have to worry about a roommate returning or time. Your roommate asked to be moved to Bianca’s room after Divina’s death to support her in this difficult time and all the adults were too busy cleaning up the bloodbath in the ballroom to do bed check-ups.

‘’Ahh,’’ you gasped when you felt the tip of Xavier’s cock along your folds, wetness pooling between your legs as he teased you. ‘’Keep teasing and Tyler won’t be the only body found unalive in the morning,’’ you warned and nipped at his bottom lip.

Murderous tendencies were part of the Addams family genes. Adding a number to your body-count would bring a grin to your lips.

He sank into you in one smooth thrust, your legs closing on his back and pulling him closer. He was stretching you so good, filling you so good, that the slight pain due to rushing didn’t matter. You moaned loudly, fingernails digging hard into Xavier’s smooth back, almost drawing blood. He didn’t mind it. He actually loved the pain it resonated in his body. It made his pleasure sharper and stronger.

His thrusts got faster and harder, causing the decibels of your moans to rise with your pleasure as he bucked his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a rapid pace. Trying to quiet your sounds, you trailed your lips to his neck and up to his ear to busy them, taking his earlobe between your teeth as you tugged, releasing it only a moment later when he hissed.

You could feel your pussy quivering around him, already so close to coming. One hand moved up to grip his hair, pulling as he

Xavier looked down at you, his eyes burning just like yours and held his knife to your throat while he slammed into you. He wanted to paint that image so he could look at it everyday. ‘’Scream for me.’’

You shook your head, keeping your mouth shut.

He thrusted deeper, the intense pleasure that came from that thrust so intense you almost gave him what he wanted. ‘’Scream. For. Me.’’ He did it again, his thrust almost sending you to your grave.

Back arching and rising from the bed, you cried out, reaching a level of pleasure you never had before.

Eight hours later, Sheriff Galpin's cries were heard all around Nevermore's grounds. His son, Tyler, had not come home last night so Galpin tracked his phone. The app had led him to the academy, confirming that Tyler had not left Nevermore after the Rave'N, and to the perimeting woods. After some arguing with Weems, he searched the woods with his troupe of cops. Unfortunately, the reunion with his son had not been jolly as Tyler was found dead.

Despite the early hour, many students were outside — in their pajamas and slippers —, watching as a coroner rolled Tyler’s body in a black bag, taking him to the morgue.

The morning chill was biting through your thin nightgown and robe, making you shiver. You tried your best to cover your face with a veil of shock like the rest of your classmates, not wanting to wake suspicions.

But Galpin already had his and the first on his list was your dear sister, Wednesday.

‘’You Addams are a plague to this town!’’ the man screamed at your sister, pointing an accusing finger at her over the yellow crime scene ribbon.

‘’Wednesday didn’t do anything,’’ you said, taking Wednesday’s defense. She was innocent and you won’t tolerate Galpin screaming at her of the sort. ‘’She was actually looking for Tyler when the sprinklers splashed paint. I get that you have a grudge against our family — our father precisely —, but don’t accuse my sister or me just so you can have the satisfaction of putting an Addams behind bars. That’s a false allegation and my family won’t stay with our arms crossed if you make that move.’’

The wit on your tongue baffled him — your mother would be proud if she was here.

Wednesday didn’t need your help to defend herself, but she was thankful for you.

‘’You were so terrifyingly sexy when you put Galpin back in his place,’’ Xavier whistled, catching up to you in the academy’s hall. His green eyes were full of lust and if you dared looking down, you would see his semi hidden in his sweatpants.

You smiled. ‘’If there is one thing men have too much, it’s audacity. They will use their position of authority and power against you, but you can’t let them step on you. They need to be knocked down from their pedestal once in a while.’’

‘’Please knock me down from mine.’’

It’s always the most quiet ones that are the freakiest, who have the darkest fantasies. Behind his innocent eyes, Xavier was just as twisted as you.

‘’Xavier?’’ you called as you descended the stairs of the secret library, the portraits of past members of the Nightshade secret society all looking at you. ‘’Xavier? You asked me to meet here at midnight.’’ Your voice echoed through the darkened room and died to a silence.

A frown formed between your eyebrows. Where was he?

‘’Xavier—’’

His name turned into a muffle as a masked figure came out of the shadow and covered your mouth with their hand. You grabbed your attacker's forearms as you were being forcefully guided backward, trying to fight them off, but they were stronger.

Your back hit one of the shelves of the library and a knife was pulled out and pressed against your throat while you looked up into a set of deep black eyes. The cold steel of the blade against your skin made your pulse quicken. You clenched your thighs as your core tightened.

‘’Do you want to play a game?’’

You recognized the voice under the mask.

‘’You're in the wrong movie, mon cheri.’’

Xavier pulled off his mask, a dark look of amusement on his face. ‘’Did I scare you?’’

‘’A Halloween mask?’’ You sniggered. ‘’You're gonna have to work harder than that if you want to scare me. I'm an Addams. We scare people to death.’’ You snatched the mask from Xavier’s grasp. ‘’Where did you get this?’’

‘’I found it in a box.’’ He stepped back and twirled the knife between his fingers with a skilled spin.

You watched with fascinated eyes the way his long fingers held the handle. Heat pooled in your belly as you imagined what he could do with it. And above all, it excited you.

Xavier caught your gaze and raised an eyebrow, realizing with horror and fascination your twisted preferences for knives. Was he even surprised? ‘’Let’s have a little fun, shall we?’’

He took your hand with his other one and sat on a chair posted before a column, probably used as a stool to reach the highest shelves. Slender hands slid under your dress and pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist. Once your delicates were revealed, Xavier kissed right over your panties, making you hum.

‘’Does that feel good, my deadly nightshade?’’

‘’Yes.’’

Xavier switched his mouth for his knife and dragged the cold metal over your panties, its tip very close to your clit. ‘’What about that?’’

You moaned softly, allowing your head to fall back back and exposing the vulnerable column of your throat. One move from that knife and it would be over for you.

After your little tryst, you adjusted your dress and pulled yourself together. You could still feel Xavier's hands on your thighs although he wasn't touching you, your pale skin probably bruised from his strong grip.

‘’It's a shame the Nightshades declined you into the secret society, you would've been a better leader than Bianca,’’ Xavier said, buttoning his pants back.

The mention of Bianca Barclay made sent fury through your body. You were a legacy to the Nightshades society, therefore by default a member, but the self-appointed queen bee had refused to let you in when you requested to. Xavier tried to talk to her, but Bianca’s decision remained the same.

You lifted your eyes to the collection of portraits of past members, lastly falling on your long-deceased ancestor, Goody Addams. The position was yours by blood and one thing about the Addams is that they don’t let others take what belongs to them.

‘’You are right, mon chéri.’’ You turned on your heels, facing Xavier. ‘’The position is mine and I intend to take it. Whatever it takes.’’ The corner of your lips curled into a machiavellian grin. ‘’Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead.’’

Wednesday had turned Enid’s cork board into Ted Bundy’s pinterest board. Goodbye cute polaroid and photobooth strips, hello graphic pictures of the victims’ body injuries. It was both disturbing and fascinating.

‘’I’m sorry for Tyler.’’

Wednesday raised her eyes from the picture she was holding — a selfie of Tyler stolen from one of his social media profiles —, looking at you through her dark lashes. ‘’You don’t care about Tyler.’’ She pinned it to the board, adding it to the list of murders.

‘’But I care about you.’’

That was true.

‘’His death is unfortunate, but I cannot let myself be distracted by my personal emotions. I have to solve this case before anyone else gets murdered.’’ She stepped back, looking at her collage.

‘’Looks like the killer broadened their horizon of targets,’’ you said, your eyes following the pictures and names of your classmates…and then Tyler’s. ‘’Why Tyler?’’

‘’The reason escapes me.’’ Wednesday drew her eyebrows together very subtly. ‘’Until me, Tyler has never been affiliated with any outcasts,’’ she pointed out.

‘’Does that make you the next target?’’

‘’Maybe. Unless Tyler was a pawn. A diversion.’’

After leaving Wednesday's dorm, you needed to find Xavier. Your heart was beating fast as you walked to Hamlet Hall. You didn't think she would piece together so quickly that Tyler was a diversion.

On the initial plan, the next murder was in a few days, but the pace will have to be accelerated if you wanted to complete the plan before Wednesday solved the identity of the person behind the mask. She still had a bit of investigating left to get there, but you couldn’t take risks.

Rowan was the outcast of the outcasts, always looming around school by himself. Getting him alone won’t be difficult. Since he was Xavier's roommate, his daily schedule was given to you on a silver plate.

Every Monday, Rowan had a late session with Dr. Kinbott. His return to the academy was typically around 9pm, but according to Xavier, he never heads straight to his dorm although curfew is close. Instead, he goes to the Nightshades library after hours.

Prior to Rowan’s arrival, Xavier would hide and catch him from behind the way he did when he pranked you with the costume the first time. Only, this time, it won’t be for play. Blood will be spilled.

The only fault in your plan was, neither you or Xavier took into consideration his roommate’s telekinetic abilities and it had been a huge mistake.

As if you had sensed something had gone wrong, you snapped twice and went down to the secret library. You were quiet in the stairs, not wanting to make your presence known.

Your instincts had been right. In the middle of the library, Rowan’s hand was raised and crisped, telekinetically holding Xavier by the throat and pinning him against a wall. Anyone would’ve screamed at him to let him go, but Rowan had caught the masked killer. If you said anything of the sort, he would know straight away that you were working together.

‘’You thought you could get me — kill me.’’ Rowan laughed. ‘’I’m often mistaken for weak because I’m always alone, but tonight I’m gonna be the hero.’’

Using your quick thinking, you scanned the room, looking for a weapon or something to bash Rowan's head to make him snap out of his focus. Telekinesis is controlled with the mind and a loss of focus would free Xavier instantly. But beside a chair, hundreds of books and a ladder, there wasn't much in here.

The corner of your dark coated lips curled when you spotted Xavier's knife on the floor, abandoned. You gave Rowan a last glance before making a quiet run for it, grabbing it and stabbing him in the back. You twisted the knife sharply as blood pooled from his mouth, cutting him mid-sentence.

‘’I'm gonna be the one to take off your mask—’’

His hand fell as his concentration was broken, causing Xavier to fall off the wall and on the ground ungracefully with a pained groan. Rowan tried to speak, but more blood spilled from his mouth — you must have perforated a lung. He quickly started choking on his blood, falling to his knees and down as blood spilled on the floor. His body jerked slightly, but the light left his eyes.

Xavier reported his missing roommate to Wheems in the morning, as if he knew nothing. He told Weems that Rowan hadn’t returned to their dorm after his session with Dr. Kinbott — which was not a lie.

No one suspected a thing.

Unlike the previous murders, not many shed a tear for Rowan when his body was found.

Killing Rowan in the secret library was a direct indicator that the murders were related to the secret society, which sowed fear among the remaining members. Only three of them were left standing — Bianca, Xavier and Ajax.

‘’I need to talk to Xavier,’’ Bianca said in a hushed voice, coming up to him in the quad after class. Her siren eyes shifted to you. ‘’In private.’’

‘’Can it wait?’’ he asked, slowly trailing his eyes up to look at Bianca. ‘’I’ll meet you tonight.’’

Bianca wanted to protest, but she resigned with a sigh. ‘’Tonight,’’ she agreed, throwing herself right into the lion’s mouth.

You shared a knowing look with Xavier across the table after she left. All the pieces were falling into place. Bianca had set herself right into the trap and you didn’t have to come up with a lie to lure her there.

Revenge is a plate better served cold…and with a little blood on the side.

Before Bianca would meet with Xavier in the secret library, you snuck in, put on the ghostface costume and hid in the shadows near some bookshelves.

Welcome to act three.

Until last night, you never had to get your hands dirty. Xavier had been a perfect killing puppet, executing his fellow Nightshades society members one by one without getting caught, but he was busy with the bait tonight, the last victim, so it was your turn to be the masked killer.

You watched Bianca checking her phone every fifteen seconds and getting impatient as she waited for Xavier. She must be thinking you were holding him up or persuaded him not to meet with her. To her eyes, you were corrupting Xavier’s pure heart, but little did she know, her ex-boyfriend wasn’t so pure intentioned. The quiet ones are often the freakiest.

‘’Took you long enough,’’ she complained, raising her eyes when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Xavier had changed out of his uniform, not wanting to risk getting blood on it, knowing what was coming. ‘’Sorry. Rowan’s parents called and they want all of his belongings to be packed for tomorrow.’’

Bianca stepped forward to meet him. ‘’We’re the last members left,’’ she pointed out.

‘’You forgot Ajax.’’

Xavier hated how she always disregarded him. He was more quiet of nature and didn’t mingle with the others much, but he was a member of the Nightshades too.

‘’Right,’’ Bianca quickly brushed off. ‘’You know what this means? We’re next, Xavier.’’ There was a veil of fear in her eyes as she said the last statement. ‘’One of us is the next target of the masked killer. We must stay on our guards.’’

Xavier released a breath. ‘’I know.’’

‘’We need to watch each other's backs. We aren’t just an elite social club, our function is to protect the outcasts from anyone who would harm them, but if there are no Nightshades members left, who will protect them? There's Principal Wheems, but she can't be the only protector of the scho—’’

Her words were cut off by Xavier.

‘’Bianca! Behind you!’’ he warned, seeing the masked killer — you — coming out of the shadow and going for Bianca.

She turned around, terror filling her bones and eyes lighting up striking in fear when they fell on the masked figure. She slowly backed away, but you charged at her.

‘’Xavier, run!’’ she told Xavier, heading to the stairs and attempting to get away, but when they got to the bottom of the stairs, he turned, pulled out his knife and stabbed her to the hilt above the hip.

Bianca choked a pained gasp as the knife went through her unexpectedly. She looked down at Xavier’s hand on the knife, blood seeping through her uniform sweater vest, and flicked her eyes back at Xavier with betrayal and shock.

‘’No.’’ Her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head in disbelief. ‘’No, no. Xavier—’’ He twisted the knife and she choked a cry of pain.

You grinned wildly beneath the mask. ‘’Welcome to the third act, bitch,’’ you said, taking off your mask and revealing yourself.

‘’Hello, Bianca. Surprised?’’ You twirled your clean knife in your hand, watching as Xavier tied her to the chair.

‘’Of you? No. Of Xavier?’’ She hissed as he tied the rope around her, feeling it press on her injury. ‘’How could you do this?’’

You laughed silently. ‘’Sometimes we think we know people, but we really don’t.’’

‘’All done,’’ Xavier stated, tying the last knot and stepping back.

‘’I bet you forced him into this. Xavier would never—’’

‘’He’s not the innocent little boy you think he is. I’m the mastermind behind this, but Xavier helped me plan out everything. The order of the murders, how each victim would die and when — everything. He even suggested being the one getting his hands dirty.’’ You shifted your eyes to Xavier. ‘’Right, mon cheri?’’

He crossed the distance to you in a few steps, a twisted grin on his lips. ‘’The ones we trust the most are the ones who end up stabbing us in the back. You should know that,’’ he told Bianca.

Xavier placed his hands around your waist as he planted a kiss to the back of your hand. Since the day you met at a funeral when you were little, you knew that you were meant to be together. He would die for you. He would kill for you. Like Bonnie and Clyde, you had each other’s backs. But unlike those fools, you both wouldn’t die in the end.

‘’Do you know why these murders started, Bianca?’’ She gave you a clueless look. ‘’You.’’

A deep frown creased on her forehead. ‘’Me?’’

‘’Remember that day you refused me into your secret social club and turned everyone into voting me out? I didn’t like that.’’

‘’That’s your motive? Because I didn’t accept you into our social club?’’

She was belittling your feelings, and it made your blood boil in your veins. ‘’My parents were both members, my mother was the club leader in her days. I’m a direct descendant of the founder. I had every right to be a member!’’ Your voice echoed in the small library, sharp and loud.

You reached the wall where the picture frame of your mother and father hung, frightfully beautiful in their younger days. Your fingertips grazed the frame. Yours will be on that wall too one day.

‘’So I decided to take back what’s mine, to take revenge and eliminate everyone who voted me out,’’ you explained, turning on your heels to face your last victim. ‘’Yoko ended up being the first victim. I noticed she would go hunting in the woods every other Monday to feed on wild animals, so Xavier caught her at her vulnerable time. We needed something not too brutal, but just enough to shock so I came up with the idea of hooking her to the tree in the quad. I apologize to the poor soul who found her. Must be traumatized.’’

It was still unknown who found Yoko in the quad. Something to do with underage anonymity.

You pursued. ‘’Then, Kent. I knew he was looking for some boy action, so I created a fake account on a dating app and planned a meeting in the woods during the harvest festival. Easy target. Divina was Xavier’s idea.’’ Your eyes shifted to Xavier’s. ‘’Gutting her like a fish was side splitting.’’

Horror covered Bianca’s face as you explicitly went on about the murders of her friends. ‘’You’re crazy.’’

You walked over to her and tipped her chin up with the tip of your knife. ‘’Oh, you have no idea.’’

She moved her face away to glance at Xavier, somehow still thinking she could have him on her side. ‘’She's ruining your life, Xavier. You're gonna go to prison.’’

‘’What if it’s what I want?’’ His words took her by surprise. ‘’When I'm gonna get arrested, I'm going to plead guilty and take the blame for the murders. It's gonna ruin my father's life. My face is gonna be on every news report or newspapers — the world is gonna know my name. This scandal is gonna shatter my father's career by ruining the family name’s reputation. I'm gonna become famous, I’m gonna overshadow him and become the most known Thorpe.’’

Xavier’s hand slowly clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white at the thought of his father. God, he despised the man. He wanted to shove that knife so far into his skin while he screamed and watch the blood gush out from his—

He didn’t notice his nails digging into his palm, drawing blood until Bianca started to talk.

‘’For a proclaimed serial killer, you’re not that bright. You just told me your whole plan. I know the truth and I won’t let you get away with murder.’’ Her words had bite, but her threats were harmless.

You cooed. ‘’You thought you were going to live?’’ Your laugh rang in her ears. ‘’Come on, Bianca, the killer never reveals their plan without getting rid of the witnesses.’’

‘’W-what are you gonna do to me?’’

Since you’ve known Bianca, you’ve never heard her stutter. Until now.

It made you squirm with excitement.

‘’I've long thought about it. Should I take her out like Divina? It was magnificent, but where's the originality in repeating a previous murder? Let's take it a step further. Sirens are supposed to be royalty.’’ Your footsteps echoed around you as you paced, talking mainly to yourself. “What if I sliced the self appointed queen bee’s little throat?” you asked, pulling the knife to your throat and dragging it across, a sadistic smile formed on your lips.

Her eyes watched on, deeply scared, not knowing what you would do.

Your eyes locked with the siren that was trying to unfree herself. “You aren’t going to get anywhere, but please keep going, it’s very entertaining.”

Bianca gritted her teeth. “Screw you.”

It was Xavier’s turn to laugh.

Blood gushed out as the blade of the knife sliced through Bianca’s throat from behind. Her eyes were wide as she took giant gasping breaths through her severed windpipe, gargling blood and coughing.

A wicked grin curled on your lips as you watched, squirming with excitement. Slitting someone’s throat is a beautifully gruesome thing to see.

After a few seconds, her head fell forward, signaling she had lost consciousness.

Goodbye Bianca.

While Xavier was setting up the scene, you headed to your dorm…and came nose to nose with Wednesday.

‘’I need to speak to you about something of high importance,’’ she declared, holding her investigating notebook in her arms. ‘’Immediately.’’

You let her inside your dorm and closed the door.

‘’I believe I've cracked the identity of the masked killer. Take a seat, sister. You'll need one.’’

There was no way that she would crack it correctly, yet her eyes glimmered — Wednesday loved a good murder mystery.

“I was looking for you, so I sent Thing to see if you were with Xavier at his dorm, but when he got to the window, he saw the mask on his bed.”

The muscles in your face fought, trying to keep a straight face. Although Wednesday knew to keep secrets, you weren't sure if you could trust her with this one. The stakes were too high.

So you just sat there and listened to what your dear sister had to say.

“Xavier?’’ A disbelieved laugh left your lips. ‘’No, Wednesday—”

“It must be hard to hear that your beloved murdered our classmates, but Xavier is the killer behind the mask. You know, looking back it all makes sense.’’ She opened her notebook, well prepared. “Everything aligns.”

You watched as she turned pages, trying to find what she needed as proof.

“Remember after Kent’s murder your words: ‘Don’t you guys watch horror movies?’ played in my head,” Wednesday said, aggressively hitting the pages with her index finger. “The murders were all done from horror movies.” You watched the poor notebook being abused; if Wednesday pressed any harder, she would either break her finger...or the notebook in her hand.

She went on, pages crumpling and turning until she had reached the end and shut it closed with a loud slam. You've never underestimated your sister's investigating talent, it was only a question of time until she solved the puzzle and settled her accusatory finger on Xavier.

A laugh broke through your lips as you slow-clapped your hands together. ‘’Well done, Wednesday. But Xavier is not the mastermind behind the murders.’’

‘’I know. They plan came from you!’’

For the first time, you questioned if anyone would be able to hear your conversation if they were walking by. There was rarely anyone in the corridors at this hour, but better be careful than having someone hearing and spilling to Sheriff Galpin.

You walked up to your vanity, picking up the necklace your mother gifted you before leaving Nevermore. ‘’Mother would be proud. I orchestrated my first murder.’’ You glanced back at Wednesday. ‘’And unlike you, I didn’t fail,’’ you pointed out with a haughty smug look.

Wednesday’s eyes soften for a second before sucking in a breath between her teeth. ‘’Please don’t remind me of that embarrassing moment.’’

A proud smile broke across both the Addams sisters' faces. No one but you and Wednesday were allowed to torment Pugsley. Those jocks should've known who's door they were barking at when they picked on your brother.

‘’Now, what?’’ Wednesday asked.

‘’Xavier is in the secret library with Ajax and Bianca's body.’’

‘’Body?’’

You hummed casually. ‘’Yeah, her stinger needed to be pulled. She was standing in my way.’’

‘’Holy shit. Bianca!’’ Ajax hurried over, seeing the siren’s slit throat and blood all over her front. ‘’What happened? Is she…dead?’’

Wasn’t the blood pouring out of her slit throat enough of a giver?

Xavier ran a hand through his hair, as if he was freaking out. ‘’I found her like that,’’ he explained, lying through his teeth.

He hated lying to his best friend, but he didn’t want to implicate Ajax. He was just there as a body witness.

‘’We have to alert Principal Weems…and Sheriff Galpin and—’’ Ajax spoke frantically while pacing. ‘’We need to do something, we are the only ones left. Oh my god, are we next?’’ Color washed from his face, terrified to die.

Xavier stepped back and something slipped from his pocket and fell on the floor. The knife.

Ajax's eyes darted to the floor and then the knife. There were specks of dried blood on it, an immediate telling that it was the incriminating weapon.

Weeks after Xavier's arrest for the Nevermore murders, you took control of the Nightshades society and built it back. Wednesday joined, and Ajax convinced you to take Enid. Under her pink aesthetic, she was actually a ferocious wolf...after wolfing out.

The society could use more members, but you decided to keep a small committee.

You told your parents the truth about the murders. As expected, your mother was very proud of your well executed plan. Addams blood ran in your veins without a doubt.

The school year ended, and the trial came.

Heartbroken parents were present in the courtroom, seeking revenge and justice for taking their children's life. Yoko’s father wanted to drain his body until he had no pulse, Kent and Divina’s parents cried during the whole trial, and Sheriff Galpin wanted his head on a silver platter. Bianca’s mom and Rowan’s dad were there too.

You sat with your family in the row behind Xavier during the trial. He looked good in a suit. You wanted to jump over the barrier and smash your mouth on his. It’s been so long since your last kiss.

Xavier’s father sat on the same row, wishing he would be anywhere but here. As predicted, the accusations made the world-famous psychic fall from his fame. Xavier’s face was everywhere — in the newspapers, gossip magazines, social media. Vincent Thorpe was forced to step down and play a low profile for a while.

Ignoring his lawyer's advice, Xavier pleaded guilty to all crimes, condemning himself to a mandatory life-sentence in a federal prison with no chance of parole until twenty years.

His father was pissed.

A small part of you felt guilty for coming out of the courtroom scuff free while your beloved got a life-sentence.

‘’Worry not, my little rain cloud, we’ll get him out of there,’’ Gomez promised once in the car, out of the journalists’ ears.

You removed your sunglasses and glanced at the black diamond ring on your finger — a birthday gift from Xavier. Worry not, mon cheri, I will be coming for you.

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#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thrope fanfic #wednesday #wednesday imagine #xavier thorpe x addams!reader #ghostface #ghostface!xavier

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yanderes-galore · 2 months

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So, I saw that you do Halo and could you do yandere Gravemind concept!? I'm REALLY curious about how he'd be as a yandere.

Not the weirdest thing I've written, but it also probably not be the last. The term "yandere" is used VERY loosely here.

"Yandere!" Gravemind Concept

(Or The Flood in general?)

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, OOC Flood (?), "Stalking", Parasites, Graphic descriptions, Death, Violence, Kidnapping, Assimilation, Forced "companionship" (?)

The Flood in Halo is a sentient parasite made out of the space dust of ancient creators/gods (Not Kidding).

It lives to infect and assimilate all organic matter.

It seeks knowledge from assimilated prey and the technology they make.

Having a force of nature such as this obsessed with you? Your fate is sealed.

This is obviously going to be OOC, but let me share some thoughts I've been brewing.

Imagine if the Gravemind could keep a dormant Flood spore in you to communicate or track you.

You can't integrate into society anymore... you're a beacon for The Flood.

Having some sort of "alliance" with The Flood is interesting.

It's possible, we see this in Halo 3.

The Flood Graveminds are the center of a Flood infestation, a hivemind of knowledge.

Who knows why this specific Gravemind is interested in you?

The Flood have their own motives... it's a surprise it hasn't assimilated you into its mass yet.

Having a Gravemind interested in you is the equivalent of just having The Flood after you.

Which is terrifying as Combat Forms are fast and can even learn how to utilize technology such as vehicles.

Plus, there's a good chance you're already infected to some degree.

Not to the point of a Combat Form though, you're still you.

You just have spores deep within you, assimilating you just enough to make you connected to the Gravemind.

It always knows where you are, it can always communicate with your mind as there's spores lodged in there too.

You're, unfortunately, a lost cause.

You're both marked for death, yet also extremely protected.

Those you care about as assimilated and absorbed into the hivemind known as The Flood.

Which only ever gives the Gravemind more knowledge to utilize when communicating with you.

It's terrifying to see the mass of essentially corpses talk to you in poetic rhymes about your life.

The Flood/Gravemind has proven it can choose who it works with.

This is shown with Master Chief and The Arbiter when they had to stop the Halo array.

As long as it is appeased, you can live a long while.

However, most of what you know his Flood bio-matter coating various ships and buildings.

Along with a disturbing stench that smells like both sweat and decay.

Flood forms of all sorts roam around you, but they never attack.

The Gravemind has designated you as an ally.

I imagine the Gravemind would subject you to intellectual conversation.

You either try to find a spot not covered in organic matter to sit and listen... or the Gravemind just dangles you in the air by a tendril.

The intentions of The Flood is set to dubious, as you can't tell why it likes you so much.

All other sentient life is to be assimilated, being food and fodder for the growing infestation.

But you? The Gravemind keeps you around the chat.

It reminds you of the grip it has on you, that there's no escape for you... even if they send a Spartan.

Yet right afterwards the Gravemind offers strangely philosophical conversation.

The mass learns from you through conversation.

The Flood craves knowledge, so it listens eagerly.

Honestly, if someone tried to take you out of the Flood Den the Gravemind created, its defense mechanism is to first send as much Flood as it can to retrieve you.

If it cannot reclaim you... it activates the dormant spores in your body... quickly assimilating you into its network.

Essentially, if it can't keep you, no one can.

Except it will eventually get you in the end... forever part of its hivemind structure.

Safe to say the concept of The Flood being attached to you... is probably one of the most terrifying ideas... and the worst for you out of all the characters I've written.

#yandere halo #yandere the flood #yandere gravemind #I use the term yandere lightly here #this is something else entirely

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nyctophiliq · 3 months

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js saw this post idk where but it got me pondering

imagine u r in the underground n u get sent to do a lil investigative work around reckless cs yk why not

n so ur exploring n valeria catches u…

that’s it 🧍‍♀️🏃‍♀️

- 🐾

OKAY HERE ME OUT !!! i feel like she catches you and then is all mean about it, acts like she just "saved your life" because if her guards were to find you- they are told to shoot on sight, no matter who it was- if they didn't know the face, they were allowed to go guns blazing.

oh but then she is all so worked up, she is so happy to see you again because the last time she did wasn't nice. you arguing with her about money, friends, and goals that you guys didn't see eye to eye on. she just wants to make this time much sweeter again so she tries to hold you, take your hand and persued you to despite your differences there is nothing else holding you two back from making the best of your "visit". nobody would ever know that you had spent the night with her, in each others arms making love, just like before everything fell apart.

that is of course you have a relationship with her before this whole society vs underground thing blows up on the island, right?

BUT WHAT I LIKE BETTER is her not knowing you, commenting about how can the underground host such pretty faces like you. basically just being so intrigued by us that she starts falling for us, it's clearly strangers to enemies to lover ( I am a sucker for this type of shit for some ungodly reason ), and no matter how much she tries not to she just thinks about you all the time after you escape.

or if not escaping SHE LETS YOU GO BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO SEE YOU AGAIN, proposes that under different circumstances but she just can't say it directly to you so she hides it in some clever puzzle or makes it seem like she is making fun of you. but she thinks about you, maybe not all the time but whenever the alarms go off she hopes it's you, then when the guards shoot a kind of terrifying feeling washes her mood out.

i rambled a little...

#✉️ — received letters !#✮ 🐾 anon #fortnite valeria x reader #fortnite x reader #valeria x reader #valeria fortnite x reader

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jamtland · 5 months

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It's hard to find densu enjoyers. What's your favorite dynamic? And during which era do you like to imagine them together? Some people who write this pairing in modern settings make Sweden cheating on Finland for instance. It's as if each historical period demands a different reason for this rare pair to be together.

Thank you Anon for sending this ask about my OTP! I'll write my answer under the cut as I have far too many thoughts about these two.

Please appreciate this new and improved GIGABJÖRN this DenSu Swednesday.

The part of your ask where you said that some people who write DenSu in modern settings make Sweden cheat on Finland surprised me, because I have never seen this before. The only reason why I think someone would write this is because they're a SuFin shipper who uses cheating DenSu to introduce some drama into SuFin's relationship. There's no real-life reason why Sweden has to cheat on Finland to be with Denmark in the modern day, because they're all independent nations. Besides, both Finns and Danes make fun of Swedes. If their personifications shared the attitudes of their people, neither of them would want to be in a relationship with Sweden.

My favorite time period and dynamic for DenSu is the most vanilla one possible: modern era, happy monogamous relationship. I'll admit that I'm very bitter towards the old fandom's dynamic for DenSu where they were only violent towards each other. I like to write DenSu as the ideal relationship, so I want them to live in a time period where their countries don't have an active conflict against each other, where they can be open about their relationship and raise children without facing a lot of discrimination. Also, I write Mathias (Denmark) and Björn (Sweden) as human-like characters with unique personalities and life stories that have lived through their countries' entire history, as opposed to humanized versions of the countries whose personalities and lives are analogies for the country's history. This means that the history of their relationship will be influenced by their countries' mutual history, but it won't be determined by that.

Mathias and Björn are immortal magical personifications in my Nationverse, which is different from Hetalia canon in many ways. One of the differences is that humans aren't aware about the existence of magic and immortal personifications, which means that the personifications are not important figures in human society. They don't have a political role and they're not obligated to participate in every war and historical event that their country experiences, although they will be affected by these events in the same way as their fellow citizens. Another difference is that their health and physical ages represents the "conservation status" of their people and culture. Because their people and culture are not threatened in the modern day, their bodies are frozen at the peak of a human's health and strength, in their mid to late 20s.

Mathias and Björn were born when the ancestors of modern Danes and Swedes began to inhabit the land that would become the modern countries. They lived in their respective countries with their people, and they only started spending time together as children, after they figured out how to use their magical powers to teleport to each others' lands. Björn had an intense crush on Mathias but was terrified of others finding out about it, so he tried to suppress his crush by being an asshole to Mathias. Mathias obviously had to retaliate against this stupid kid who was being an asshole to him (and who he couldn't kill because Björn was immortal too). This was the start of their thousands-of-years rivalry.

As their countries formed kingdoms and started to have more frequent conflicts with each other, they formed a genuine hate for each other and challenged each other to fatal duels (being immortals, the loser would respawn). Björn's crush on Mathias only became more intense as they grew older, and Mathias also became attracted to Björn whose muscles only got bigger with time. Their duels with weapons evolved to fights with a suspicious amount of physical contact, but neither of them were willing to admit their attraction to each other because of the social norms of the time.

DenSu's fights ended in the 19th century when both of their countries lost a lot of their power and territory. As their countries experienced famines and mass emigrations, their health began to decline, and they couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of death if their countries' population and economy wasn't able to recover. Finally, they put their rivalry aside to support each other through their common struggle. I haven't decided exactly when the turning point of their relationship from friends to lovers happened, but I like the idea of Mathias living in Björn's house during WW2 after the annexation of Denmark. Living under the same roof as "friends" with intense mutual crushes led them to explore each others' bodies, and then...

The greatest strength of DenSu's dynamic is the physical attraction and passion they feel for each other. After all, if they can keep up a rivalry for thousands of years, they can turn it into love too. Both of them are the types of people who bond to one person very strongly. That person will receive their full love and attention, but they are expected to reciprocate just as much. This is no problem for DenSu, as both of them feel greatly fulfilled when they make their other half happy. While the term "opposites attract" is usually applied to DenSu, they are only opposites on the surface. They have different - nearly opposing - skills, interests and preferences, but their ethics, values, communication and thinking styles, goals in life and sexual preferences are very similar. This means that there's almost no "resistance" or "wasted energy" when they work together and interact with each other, because they can quickly agree on a common goal, know what their roles are and how to achieve their common goal. Each of them helps to compensate for skills that the other is missing. DenSu operates like a finely tuned machine with all of the parts in perfect synergy.

Scandinavian culture is reserved, so to the casual observer, DenSu doesn't even appear to be a couple, as they don't do PDA or sappy romantic gestures. The way they show love to each other is through silently doing favors for each other, remembering what the other likes, accepting their (few) differences rather than nagging the other to change. They keep the romantic gestures in private, and when nobody's watching, they are very touchy and "filled with desires" (Tumblr may not like the actual word). They're physically frozen in their 20s and have healthy diets and frequent exercise, so they get these "desires" very often. Despite what their physiques and body language would imply, Björn has a higher sex drive than Mathias, and Björn is a bottom. Mathias is vers and Björn will oblige when Mathias asks him to top, but he doesn't get any pleasure from it directly. He only feels the emotional pleasure from seeing Mathias being pleasured.

Finally, something I don't see being talked about often enough is the way Mathias and Björn verbally communicate with each other! Swedish and Danish are mutually intelligible, but the average Swede is not trained to understand Danish and will hardly understand anything. Danish comprehension of Swedish is better, but it's not great either. Mathias and Björn are definitely better than the baseline because of their thousands of years together, but they weren't together for most of those years, and they cannot fluently speak each other's language. Because of this, they modify their normal ways of speaking to understand each other better. They have memorized the most common vocabulary differences and false friends. When they talk to each other, they'll insert these different words from the other person's language, and speak in a more neutral "TV big city" accent without noticing. Björn's natural accent is not a big city one (he's from coastal northern Sweden), and I like the idea of Mathias making a special effort to travel to his hometown and study his dialect early into their relationship (before the invention of the internet).

More DenSu headcanons and essays to come. I'm thinking about creating a wiki dedicated to writing about my OTPs...

#ask #hetalia #densu #hws denmark #hws sweden #jämtlagd #I had a different initial idea for the thought bubble that Tumblr will certainly not appreciate #This ask is timestamped September 18 2023 #I was just waiting for the right moment to post it #Actual reason: I wanted to draw something to go with it and only started working on Gigabjörn V2 Densu Edition last Saturday #This image is irrelevant because it's a combination of several unrelated ideas such as “draw DenSu and a holographic shirt”#The ideation of the drawing for this ask is where the unrelated ideas came from #It was supposed to be DenSu kissing among flowers. Then I wanted to have Gigabjörn‚ pink purple and blue‚ and holographic effects

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tell us about the nasty Slade man from TT03

since you guys (and @exhausted-pigeon) asked, here's me talking about iconic Teen Titans 2003 Slade :D

Disclaimer right here. Unlike a lot of fortunate folks, I did not have Teen Titans available to watch back then (I really missed out, especially cause I was in my pre-teen years and that would have been The Perfect Show for me at that point). This means that I only got to watch tt03 recently, therefore these thoughts don't come from someone who holds the show dear as a childhood memory, and who fell in love with it a long time ago, who had their christening to DC stuff through that and yada yada.

I'll therefore discuss tt03 Slade without personal/emotional involvement, and keeping in mind that tt03 is indeed a show intended for a young audience. I'll be adding screenshots for poignancy, so it's going to be a pretty long post :)

End of disclaimer, now onto the good shit.

So, what to say about Slade. Fans have been calling him downright devious, the Teenagers Tormentor, A True Menace To Society, a master manipulator, and a child predator even if there's nothing *too* explicit being that this is a show for kids.

(not that kids being the target audience stopped them showing Slade sleeping with Tara in NTT back in the '80s, but that's a conversation for another time)

Do I think that any of this is true? The answer is essentially yes, I agree with all of the above.

Slade is a very fun character, and his presence dominates the scene every time he's on screen. He's a solid villain, one that feels truly threatening for the protagonists (and not like a forgettable bad guy who can be overpowered with The Power Of Friendship™), and he fits perfectly with the dynamic of the show. He will do the most ridiculous corny things, like materializing at random in a corner of a panoramic wheel cart, while the wheel is in motion, right when Terra and Beast Boy are about to kiss (just to ruin their night basically).

I tried to find a gif cause this scene is too funny but sadly I didn't manage.

But he will also (and mostly) do fucked up shit which people nowadays argue as not belonging in a kid show, like grooming teenagers and/or forcing them to work for him.

His design is also easily iconic, and he's huge in bulk compared to the tiny, slender kid protagonists, adding to the threatening vibe.

I mean look at that Raven's a mushroom compared to him

But he's not a monster - you know he's a human being while you're watching the show, whether you imagine an eyepatch and silver hair like comicbooks!Slade or you picture a completely different kind of face on him, you still know he's just a man... or is he.

The show subtly toys with the idea that Slade might not be human after all. His face is never shown - every single time one of the characters manages to overpower him and unmask him, they find out that they've been fighting against a robot.

This happens after a fight so violent Robin almost dies by falling off a building, and SLADE HIMSELF saves him - reason being more or less "I'm not done kicking your ass". Eventually Robin manages to overpower him, takes off his mask, and lo and behold:

Slade wasn't even there the whole time.

Also, he seems to live in some sort of lab filled with complicated tech and huge gears that spin into nothing. Does this man even need to sleep, eat or drink?

What is this place and how high is the rent

I love what he did with the huge gears it's so ambient

All of this contributes to the threatening, mysterious aura surrounding the character. Which at times can turn into outright terrifying despite the show being relatively lighthearted. Pretty soon the narrative manages to establish the fact that Slade is nearly impossible to beat, that he will do anything to bring down the protagonists (or bring them under his control), and that you can always expect the worst from him.

But the most interesting aspect to discuss is for most people the child predator vibes this character has from his first appearance throughout the entirety of the show. And to whoever says "you can't tell me that they didn't do this intentionally", well, consider two things

1 - Slade in the comicbooks did sleep with a 15yo, in order to use her to bring down the Titans. So like, the fact that he *might* sleep with kids isn't much of a far-fetched hypothesis and 2 - The way he acts goes beyond the average "well this is a kids show of course the villain will act in weird ways towards kids".

Let me expand a little on this second point. When the protagonist of a story is a kid, the villain that will try to hurt/kill them is not automatically a child predator or a child abuser, only because he hurts a kid. In the context of that story it makes sense that the villain will act as if the protag was an adult - the story was created with a young audience in mind, and if other characters treated the protag like a child it would break their immersion.

So is this the case with Slade? Well yes, but actually no. There obviously is a case of "he treats the characters like adults cause it's a kids show" but does he, really? Slade works with the fact that the characters are kids, therefore inexperienced and easy to manipulate. He also wants an apprentice, which necessarily has to be young. In Terra's case, he plays on her insecurities and her need for someone to teach her and guide her. And then there's the way the scenes are directed and the creepiness factor of just how this man interacts with these kids that rightfully puts him in the creep zone, regardless of what exactly the story will show in terms of explicit details.

For this to make more sense I need to make examples, so let's dive in a little deeper starting with Fans Favorite's ... *drumroll* ...

The Apprentice Arc

It starts out with Slade contacting the Titans to tell them that he planted a bomb in the city. Robin, who's already obsessing at the point of waking up drenched in sweat after nightmares where he and Slade beat the shit out of each other, snaps into action to retrieve the trigger of the bomb.

Tis Robin waking up in his "Pepe Silvia" room dedicated to Slade after a nightmare, for your viewing pleasure.

So off the kids go, and while Robin chases Slade, the rest of the team goes try and dismantle the bomb. Slade tosses Robin around for a while, and when Robin manages to grab the remote control, Slade reveals that this is not a remote control because there is no bomb at all - rather, the rest of the Titans have just gotten hit with a laser beam that infected them with nanomachines. Now Robin has to do Slade's bidding and become his apprentice; if he refuses, or disobeys, Slade will use a button to inflict pain and potentially kill the other Titans, thanks to those nanomachines.

These are said nanomachines attached to the Titans' blood cells, conveniently displayed in huge ass screens. I love this scene so much it's so SERIOUS and SO CORNY at the same time lmao.

What ensues is Robin being forced to become Slade's apprentice, dressed in a cute replica of Slade's own suit,

And meanwhile Slade tosses him around either for the funsies or because Robin dares do something he doesn't like. Explicitly saying that he wants Robin to call him "Master". Please go watch the scene, it's 7 seconds long but it conveys EVERYTHING. This mf calls Robin "good boy" in the most condescending way you can ever imagine. Here, click this, I promise you won't be disappointed.

Here's Slade beating up a child for your viewing pleasure.

So at some point Robin is ordered to infiltrate Wayne Enterprise. The Titans try to stop him, Slade pushes for him to fight them, but baby doesn't want to especially when Starfire refuses to engage him. Slade not only starts to torture them with the nanomachines, forcing Robin to shoot them, but when kiddo gets back to him he receives the ass-whooping of his life, followed by this scene:

Here Slade is basically saying "I'm going to put you in your place in a way that will stick", but the scene is conveniently cut by the arrival of the rest of the Titans.

Robin has the idea of infecting himself with the nanomachines, so now if Slade wants to kill them, he has to kill him too. And Slade... tosses away the button, discarding the nanomachines plan on the spot, because the point REALLY was having Robin as an apprentice. If he can't have him, then there's no point.

Then there's Terra's Arc in Season 2, which goes more or less like this:

The Titans meet Terra, a kid their age who's very strong (she can manipulate the earth) but can't perfectly control her own powers. She's very self-conscious about this and when Beast Boy finds out, she begs him not to tell anyone, which he promises.

Soon after she gets singled out by Slade, who corners her and starts poking and prodding about how weak she is, unable to control her powers, and how her "new friends" will soon find out and once they do, they will discard her.

Honestly the fact that he's so big and Terra's itty bitty teeny tiny really adds to the overall creepiness of this scene. They're blocked in a cave underground btw, and to hammer the point home Slade starts tossing her around until she completely freaks out and almost buries herself under the rubble.

Soon after that, Robin deduces by himself that Terra isn't in complete control of her powers, but Terra thinks that Beast Boy snitched on her after promising he wouldn't say anything. Hurt and betrayed she runs away, and guess who she runs to?

As far as I remember, the amount of time Terra spends with Slade is nondescript. But what she says is that he trained her, taught her to not be afraid of her own powers (which is true, she can control her powers now), and gave her a purpose and direction. She comes back and infiltrates the Titans, now being a well groomed little spy, but despite her efforts Slade keeps being abusive and beats the living hell out of her when she comes back to him after a failed mission. He can puppeteer her through the suit she's wearing, but at some point she manages to break free of his control and the arc ends tragically with Terra killing Slade, and herself.

Is this the end of it then? Nuh-huh. Here comes the

Whatever the fuck is happening to Robin Arc

So Slade is dead. But at some point during a fight, Robin starts seeing him and chasing him, getting a mild ass-whoop like he normally would. His teammates are obviously confused but they comply when Robin tells them to go defuse these bombs that Slade planted - only there are no bombs. And it looks like Robin is the only one who can even see Slade.

The situation escalates at the point of Robin having to be strapped to a bed because he was literally killing himself while "fighting Slade", despite being the only one who could see him. Slade himself is the one that frees him from the restraints, and keeps beating him within an inch of his life, at the point that Robin starts begging.

And here we have what's probably the most memorable line of the whole show: "I am the thing that keeps you up at night. I am the evil that haunts every dark corner of your mind. I will never rest and neither will you."

What is happening here in theory is that Robin got dosed with toxic dust coming from Slade's mask, therefore he's seeing things and his brain is in so much stress that he might die from strain (he ends up saving himself by turning on the light). But taking into consideration what happened during the Apprentice arc, it's easy to see parallels with PTSD.

There is actually more. There's Slade being resurrected by Trigon and going rapey on Raven (you've seen the screenshot before) by tearing off her cape, and there's also an epic moment in which Slade goes to hell, WITH ROBIN'S HELP, to retrieve his own body and aid in the fight against Trigon. But I think my point already came across well enough:

Teen Titans 2003 Slade is a fucking creep, and compared to him, NTT Deathstroke is a sweet little lamb who wouldn't hurt a fly. Which is why it is so funny to me when people claim tt03 Slade is "better cause he never slept with a teenager" - Boy oh boy, you might have not seen it on screen but the subtext is clear as day.

This man has no moral code, no bounds (other than what the PG rating of the show will place on him) and not an ounce of humanity. I don't need to see no scene with half naked kids smoking cigarettes with only a bathrobe as clothing (like this one) to know what this man did.

#long post #Slade #teen titans 2003 #my asks #thank you for asking folks it was my pleasure to talk about this horrible horrible man #they don't make villains like these anymore #and to be honest they never did before #Slade is one of a kind

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being amado carrillo fuentes' younger sister would include:

a/n: forehead kisses to the anon who suggested this

okay i love this idea

this idea originated from another request made where dina's bff falls for benjamin

but the idea of being amado's younger sister still had my wheels turning

so when i imagine amado being an older brother to you, he tries his best to be hands off

whether that's because he's too busy or he knows he taught you to be a tough bitch regardless his vibes are like

if you need me to clean up your mess, obvi i will but if you could handle your own shit that would be beautiful

like i talked about before, very gives you money and blesses you because at least someone should be having fun with his money

like i'm just remembering the times amado just looked at his huge ass house in like... disinterest and i see him using you to like live vicariously through your happiness

he might not be excited about the house but seeing you be excited about it is more than enough for him

so i'm just imagining you truly like being unleashed on mexico with whatever you could fucking ask for

truly a menace to society and men across mexico

which i think lends itself well to being best friends with ramon too can you just imagine the lady killer and the man eater teaming up

idk why i get man eater vibes from amado's sister, i just do

okay tell me why i have this situation stuck in my head

amado goes into this fucking night club ready to just like let loose you know

and he's getting a drink, scoping out who he's going to take home that night and right as he's about to swoop in with this one chick

he hears it, he hears a laugh that he would recognize from like 5 miles away

bitch wips his head around and sees you giggling it up in the fucking vip section with this guy

of fucking COURSE you would both fucking end up at the same club

and so he starts like barraling over to where you are, not even to fuck up the guy just to be like "what the fuck this is my place" because sibling dynamics never fucking die

so he comes over and he's giving you a what the fuck look and the guy next to you his eyes go fucKING HUGE

scared shitless that he just made a move on amado's girl and you just like give him a nod and are like "que pasa, hermano"

and he's about to go off on you and he just looks at this terrified dude and shoos him away "quitate, cabron" he like dismisses before taking a seat next to you

"what the fuck are you doing here"

"well not trying to have a good time but i guess you have different fucking ideas"

"this is MY place, i don't want to be taking care of you all night"

and you scoffing and being like "the fuck, then dont? or go find another disco"

i'm just laughing at the idea of like you swearing just as much as your freaking brothers

or or or another idea

okay amado complaining to you about how he's not getting acosta to go along with this fucking plan that he has right, talking about how he doesn't know how he's going to string him along to this

so you take it upon yourself to pay acosta a visit to smooth things over

just picture this as you will

exhausted pissed off amado coming out of his car and approaching acosta's place to be stopped by one of his men and being like "acosta is entertaning right now, he has a woman back there"

amado's like tired of this shit and demands to be taken over

he turns the corner and he sees you and acosta sipping on tequila just fucking laughing it up

and amado is like "what fucking woman, that's my sister"

"ay llego tontin" you greet, acosta fucking bent over laughing and amado is sitting there rubbing his face like what the fuck is happening here

but in the process, acosta is telling amado about how he should've told him he had a much prettier sisters with much better ideas (just amado's ideas repackeged to acosta) LOL

and amado is sitting there like truly what the actual fuck but i will take it

as you're walking out with amado he's like pushing your head in frustration "hoy si te pasaste de verga" he like whisper yells at you before turning back to acosta and being like "thank you" LOLOL

whispers someone tell me who his love interest should be

#narcos mexico #narcos mexico headcannons #amado carillo fuentes

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@alexmacc oh thank you!! this is a great question and i do want to preface it with i do not have any experience with infertility but i do have a lot of experience with illness & doctors. i think it's completely understandable to dislike this arc for any reason. and i'm sure the writers don't really know what they're talking about when it comes to science. but like. this is a sci-fi show and i'm not looking for accuracy. anyway, i personally kind of love it. i can't help but look at this show in "good faith." especially mulder & scully specifically.

(also!! there are spoilers that go into season 7&8)

to me, the foundation of the x files is mulder's trauma surrounding losing samantha but the journey of it is through scully's trauma. we experience hers in real time. and this one is deeply personal & relatable, like her cancer. not being able to have children is devastating, the language surrounding infertility is painful. (although i can never remember if infertility was clear at this point — when he found her ova, or in emily.) scully thought about having kids, at one point she didn't think she was cut out for it, it was a distant hope & possibility. i don't think she truly dreamt of having the typical family life beyond the way she sometimes tried to fit society's ideal, the way she had it drilled into throughout her life. but i think she always thought she would have kids eventually. she loves kids, i think she loved having siblings, she loves & values family. mulder's love & dedication to samantha is something that attracted her to him.

in memento mori, when mulder learns that scully's ova is taken from her...she's dying, going through treatment in the hospital that's making her sicker by the day. i don't think mulder could bear giving her that news, not after learning in home that she does want kids. not after her abduction, losing melissa, her cancer. so he waits. and then his hand is forced when scully finds emily and learns she's her biological daughter. scully's hurt that mulder didn't tell her, but i don't think she really faults him for it. she can barely handle the information now, learning it while she had cancer...i can't imagine it, idk how you carry that when you're dying. i don't know how you can fit that in your brain, in your grief when she's about to leave behind her family and mulder. in a way, it doesn't matter when you're dying, but she's never been able to face her abduction and she's being forced to. mulder tries to help her, encourages her to at least talk to the mufon women as an investigator if she can't handle it on a personal level. (the way her voice cracks several times in these conversations. when she says they're not all dead. scully doesn't want to believe she's dying either.) (she calls him first for a reason, she tells skinner with mulder at her side for a reason, she apologizes to skinner for making it awkward/uncomfortable...)

what makes me love it is that...mulder calls what happened to scully medical rape. he yells it at emily's doctor, demanding he help emily, rightly accusing him of malpractice, calling him & anyone involved medical rapists. and that's exactly what they are. they conduct these tests on people, steal women's ova, and use them & their children for more experiments. giving life to these children for the express purpose of experimenting on them, and ultimately killing them or letting them die. it's so sick & twisted & inhumane and you want to believe it unrealistic...but it isn't.

i just think that's really powerful. it's painfully real. it's something doctors & the government have done. and the x files so rarely calls things exactly what they are. mulder directly calling it medical rape — and once again, not forcing scully to confront it until she's ready & it's on her terms — this is a big reason i can't hate it.

i love mulder in emily. he walks into that room, sees scully with emily. sees scully's cross around her neck. he's terrified. he doesn't want scully to be hurt again, and he's afraid that's exactly what's in store for her. he knows emily wasn't born to be loved, to live. she's an experiment to this government conspiracy, a means to an end. but mulder will always do what scully asks of him, and he goes into that meeting determined to convince this judge scully deserves to be with her daughter. he lays out the facts he has, and the judge has a hard time believing it but emily is undeniably her biological daughter. the dna tests prove it.

the way mulder says everything is important too. there's no precedent for case like this. scully had her ova stolen, she can no longer have children. but somehow, unbeknownst to scully until now, emily exists. and scully wants her. it's wrong to keep them apart, to take this chance from scully, to deny this little girl a mother who loves her after she's lost the only parents she knows. scully found emily and she stayed and she fights. she learns about her illness, makes sure she gets the medical care she needs, and does everything she can to find & understand the cause so she can help her. they describe emily as having special needs because of her condition, her "illness."

scully is judged because she has an intense, time consuming, dangerous job. she hasn't had any recent long term serious relationships in the eyes of the law & adoption agency. she's single and how would she take care of emily on her own? at one point, mulder is mistaken for emily's father and he turns away. scully takes it on alone, but she isn't alone. mulder really is there every step of the way. he would do anything for scully, and he would do anything for emily. it's so painful that they can't have this. mulder finds a cure, supposedly anyway. but scully tells him she won't put emily through more tests & pain & experiments. emily wanted it all to stop, and her parents were killed because they were going to stop. scully was prepared to let emily go as peacefully & comfortably as she could. so mulder didn't tell her. another decision i don't think was easy. it wouldn't have ended. even if emily was cured, she wouldn't have been allowed to stay in scully's care. the reality of courts & the conspiracy.

in per manum, we learn scully went to doctors to treat her infertility. once she had her ova, she brought them to a doctor and in vitro might work. and she asks mulder to be her donor. another crazy, beautiful layer to their relationship. scully wouldn't want a random donor, and there's no one she loves more, trusts more than mulder. despite what he hid from her in a futile attempt to protect her. (again, i don't think she really faults him. she almost never does. it's just painful. painful that he would hide anything from her, especially something about herself. but they both know very well how scully struggles to face what's happened to her, and everything goes back to her abduction.) protecting each other is what they do, they just have different methods sometimes. and i don't think there's a way to know what's right until consequences smack you in the face. it's easy to objectively say something is wrong when you aren't the person dealing with the situation, or in hindsight. it's always more complicated when you're facing it in the moment.

like. i just can't hate it when it gives us so many incredible moments. the vulnerability, the gentleness, the compassion, the anger, the pain. it may all be wrapped up in an alien government conspiracy but the connection, the emotion, cancer & infertility, evil...it's all real. there's relief & catharsis, a freedom & safety. it gives a voice to things often buried. it's part of the beauty of the x files, to what mulder & scully do.

and then the reversal...well. i also love that but i'm gonna save it for my william arc post.

#the x files #infertility arc #mulder and scully #dana scully #fox mulder #mine #txf meta #if there's anything specific i didn't mention #feel free to ask!!#add your thoughts

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jake lockley - monster au

Kinktober Day 3 - Monster AU

Warnings: 18+, minors, DNI. Jake is a vampire. Praise kink, blood kink (I suppose?). Swearing. Intended murder but it's all good. Word count: 1,642 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Day 2 ● Series Masterlist ● Day 4

Not even a year ago, you would have scoffed at the idea of vampires, werewolves, witches, and wizards, even demons. If anyone had tried to convince you that they were real, you would have spoken to them with the patronisation you give to your four-year-old niece.

But then you met Jake Lockley.

Realistically, you shouldn’t even be alive right now. You’d been out with friends to a bar, and admittedly you were a little drunk, and you had decided to take the shortcut home through the alleyway by your apartment, and Jake had emerged from the shadows in the dramatic way he does and backed you into the brick wall of the adjacent building, intending to make you his next meal.

Your memory of what happened next was a little fuzzy, but you definitely remember the sting of his fangs pierce your skin, something just…snapped in him. He started muttering about how divine you tasted, that he couldn’t just kill you and never have your blood on his tongue ever again. No, he wanted to keep you around.

At first, you were terrified of him and never left your apartment after that night. But it didn’t seem to stop him. He came by every day, checking in on you, bringing you groceries, and trying to coax you to talk to him. It took you a while (of course it did, why wouldn’t it?), but you opened up to the idea of Jake being around. Jake was different from the vampires you'd seen in movies and read about in books. He wasn't just a bloodthirsty monster; he had a complex personality, one that defied the stereotypes. He explained to you that he was part of a hidden world of supernatural beings, a society that coexisted alongside the ordinary human world.

As the months passed, you found yourself drawn deeper into this new reality, uncovering secrets and mysteries that extended far beyond your wildest imagination. The line between myth and reality blurred, and you realized that the world was far more complex and enchanting than you had ever imagined.

And you soon found yourself falling hard for him. And he for you.

It was new territory for both of you when you started dating. He’d been alone for a long time, mostly having flings here and there whenever the chance struck, and your last relationship hadn’t ended well. You were both…tentative, to put it lightly. And you still didn’t know how he felt about…his dietary habits.

But eventually, you both relaxed, settled into a nice flow, where you were just like any normal couple. You went on dates, he spent the night at your place, he’d even met a few of your friends, and of course with his vampire charm, they loved him.

Then came the sex.

Jake was hesitant at first, worried that he might accidentally hurt you, but you assured him he wouldn’t. It took him a few weeks to warm up to the idea, but one night you both just decided to throw caution to the wind and just…do it. And see what happens.

It was the best sex of your life. You couldn’t walk the next day, and not because of the many positions Jake had you in, but because he’d made you cum so much.

The smug bastard paraded around your apartment like a peacock that night.

And here you are, a year into your relationship, still in your honeymoon phase, and still fucking like animals.

“How does it feel, princesa? Feeling good?”

You were at his mercy, spread out on his bed, naked, your wrists tied to his headboard with your favourite tie of his, one that he now only took out for ‘special occasions’. You were keening badly for him, but with the way he was fucking you with his fingers, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, you’re practically dripping down my arm.”

“Jake, baby, please,” you moan.

“Please what?”

“I can’t…I can’t take this anymore, please fuck me.”

He smirks darkly at you. You whine as he removes his fingers from you, your pussy clenching against nothing suddenly. Jake kneeled above you, wrapping your thighs around his hips as he grind his cock between your folds, rubbing against your clit.

“Jake,” you sob. You couldn’t think clearly, he’d been edging you all night. You were frantic for him. “I need…I need…”

“Tell me, princesa,” he says, still casually thrusting against your clit. “What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me, please,” you cry. “Please, Jake, please just…just put it in me, please. Want to cum so bad, please, let me cum for you.”

“You know how much I love when you beg,” Jake muttered with intent. “Such a good girl.”

With a single, swift thrust, he entered you. He gives a quiet gasp when he bottoms out, and you immediately pulse around him, giving a small moan of relief.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust before he was pounding into you at a punishing pace. You thanked the Gods that Jake lived in a corner apartment, because you were sure the neighbours would have complained with how loud you were being. The hours of pure teasing of slow building orgasms, only for them to be ripped away from you, left you oversensitive, and desperate.

“How does it feel, cariño? Feeling good?”

He knows it does, the fucking tease. He’s still smirking down at you, not even breaking a sweat as he fucks into you. The sounds coming from you were obscene; the sound of his dick pounding into you, mixing with the way you were moaning his name like a prayer. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he thrust harder into you, the way he’d positioned your hips meaning he was hitting your g-spot every time.

“Yes,” you gasp, your eyes closing as your head tilts back onto the pillows. “So good, Jake.”

Jake growls as he unceremoniously grabs the back of your knees and pushes them forward, so far back that you’re bent in half. You let out a loud cry, tears streaming down your face as you feel your orgasm building, just out of reach of your fingertips. You just need him to move faster, and harder…

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing my cock, baby,” Jake says. “You gonna cum already?”

You nod, opening your eyes to look at him, your lips parted slightly as you look at him with a blissed-out expression on your face. “You feel so good, Jake.”

Jake grins as he leans down over you, pushing you further into a mating press. “Your body is incredible, you know that?” he leans down into your neck, lightly kissing up until he’s nibbling at your jaw, as he continues to piston his hips into you.

You whimpered again, your thighs trembling and your body tensing as you tried to keep up with his thrusts, chasing your orgasm. “Need to cum,” you say, your words slurring, you were so out of it.

“Fuck, baby, let me feed from you,” Jake growls, lifting his head to briefly rest his forehead against yours. He looked into your eyes so sweetly, you almost forgot what he was asking. “I need to fucking taste you, please.”

You nodded eagerly, tears falling from your eyes in desperation, the overwhelming need to cum overtaking your senses. “Yes, Jake, please.”

Jake leaned back down to your neck, dragging his nose up your skin, smelling you before he groaned and sank his teeth into you. No matter how many times he did it, you could never get used to the initial sting, before feeling him suck at your neck, your blood flowing freely from you and into his hot mouth. It felt exquisite. The tingles it gave you whenever he did it was enough to keep you asking for more every time.

As if he could read your mind, his hips pick up the pace, slamming into you with such force, you were being pushed up the bed, your head almost hitting the headboard. You cry out his name, feeling stray drops of blood fall down your neck.

“Oh, cariño,” Jake mutter softly, licking at the puncture wounds in your neck. “You taste incredible. Your blood is so sweet.” He bites you harder and starts suckling on your neck again.

It was too much. The blissful feeling of his mouth and teeth, and the glide of his cock inside your pussy pushed you over the edge, and you feel yourself cumming. Jake’s hand slides down to your clit, rubbing at you with purpose, prolonging your orgasm. You’re floating, you’re sure of it; you’ve left your body and you’re drowning in the pleasure. Your thighs tremble around his waist, you could hardly breathe, every thrust of his hips pushing the air out of your lungs.

You go limp as the pleasure subsides, and your senses suddenly come back to you. At first, you feel the dull ache in your legs as Jake straightens them out, and next you feel his tongue again, lapping at your neck almost lazily. He’s still inside you, but you could feel yourself leaking…had he cum? When did he cum!?

As you catch your breath, he glances at you before returning to your neck. “Are you with me?”

You nod, before giving a breathless, “Yeah.”

Jake chuckles as he shakes his head a little. “Good.”

You were both silent for a moment before you break it with, “That was…that was…amazing.”

Jake snorts against your neck before he lifts himself, meeting your gaze. He gives you a soft kiss before reaching up and untying your wrists, giving them a gentle rub. “How’re you feeling?”

You hum before grinning. “Really good.”

“Good,” Jake said, before grinding into you. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #vampire!jake lockley x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #moon knight #oscar isaac

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Details / Explanation of my NG+ Au

Notes from the art I just posted a few hours ago!

It's about 700 words long but I hope it's an enjoyable read!

The last time before New Game+ they had an honest conversation was 2/2, aka: Akechi telling Joker to accept that Akechi's life is a small sacrifice to pay for making things back to normal.

So their relationship is really confusing, at least from Akechis perspective. Rivals for most of the year, and then teaming up for the third semester because of a common goal. Even though Joker clearly cares, Akechi probably doesn’t even see that as honest and just something more like pity.

Akechi never sees himself as part of the phantom thieves during the entire 'first' run so now that he is back to the 'start' it's been a very stressful situation, he knows Shido wants to kill him within a year, but he still wants to get revenge, he is more lonely than ever before because he actually had teammates for a bit, and the phantom thieves might show up at any point and he has to face them again but he doesn’t know how to. All this on top of the fact that it's weird to have suddenly been sent back in time.

He is a great actor, his entire life for 2 years has been lies, but this level of pretending is a bit much. And I think a lot about when he just opens up to Futaba and Joker in Leblanc while he is being shunned by society for not agreeing with the PT might have been one of the few times that pretending didn’t come as easy because he was genuinely stressed/having a bad one.

So, has been sent back, and has been spending a few days unsure of what to do, or even if this is real, because he did just supposedly ‘break out of a fake reality’ but maybe that went wrong? Maybe this is once again being controlled by someone else.

And then he stumbles upon Joker in Shibuya, and that moment really breaks him, reality is catching up. He has to relive this year again. Because one of the future phantom thieves, the leader himself, just showed up.

He is not alone in feeling terrified about this whole ‘sent back in time’ thing, obviously, Joker is finding all this overwhelming too, which is why when he sees something akin to recognition in Akechis expression, he immediately has to reach out, grab him and hope, hope that he isn't wrong and he won’t have to go through all this again, alone.

This is happening in the first week of the loop, so there’s just, Joker has been to the metaverse once, Morgana hasn’t joined the team yet. Joker hasn’t told anyone about it because he isn't even sure how to go about it. Or who would believe him, or once again if he believes it himself, Maruki reality really making them question themselves.

Some stuff from after this meeting (might make some comics about this too but I have other shuake plans rn so might be a bit) From this encounter I imagine it goes into an apprehensive team-up, apprehensive from Akechi’s side. Joker will want to spend a lot of time together where they get to finally be honest with each other, and make use of all the time we lost, while Akechi tries to keep the relationship more business-like (and fails at it). They do need to figure out some lies and plans of what to do about the targets pilling up from Shido, which Akechi isn’t quite in the mood to deal with. (Metaverse having some issues Shido trust me on this)

They also use each other as anchors for their sanity a bit. Still a very disorienting situation, and sometimes it's waking up and not being sure if they are alone in remembering and sending the other a 3 a.m. message, other times is just being able to sit at Jazz Jin and having a conversation they have not had before, since at some point hearing a friend and acquientence have the same conversation you have had once before for the first time can get…upsetting? or I suppose uncomfortable.

At some point, they would tell the thieves everything, it’s hard not to. And Akechi joins them very early on through Joker's recommendation and insistence, revealing the black mask bit stuff would come more mid-way through the year.

To not make this post longer I will leave it at this for now!

#persona 5 #shuake #my aus #is it me getting into a new fandom if I don't make an Au sooner or later #if theres any questions i will gadly reply I'm sure I could write a fic about this if i had the time

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i finally and painstakingly have finished reading the lord of the flies. it was not a fun read (it was boring), but I am satisfied with the ending.

THERE ARE LORD OF THE FLIES SPOILERS IN THIS POST.

(under the cut is mostly a lot of questions of what I’m wondering or ideas of what I think happens after the island. because I cannot consume a piece of media and not think things like that.)

The book ending with Ralph literally wedged between two very different but nonetheless savage wars is such an interesting ending. But, at least he’s not in direct danger anymore I guess!

Ofc I know about all the discussion surrounding this book and how it’s unrealistic. Yeah, it’s fiction. The chances of this scenario happening is like one in a million. I believe the book is over exaggerated to get the point across. To show that little boys acting savage on an island is not so different from men waging war. Or really, anything that happens in politics. I could talk more about the inherent evilness of humanity and the actual main points of the book, but I’m here to talk about something else.

While reading this book, being the character fanatic that I am, I kept thinking about how it would be if they all got rescued. Would they be tried in court? Would the boys keep up with each other any? Would they reconnect, learn from their experiences, and become better people? Would movies and documentaries be made about them in-universe? Would any of them write a book? Would some still try to profit off the fame? Would they all be too scared of what they witnessed on the island to do any of that?

How would the boys settle back in to British society? Would it be easy, hard, or uncomfortable? Would some get sent to institutions or facilities after not merging well with society again? Would they have bad reactions to specific foods (especially processed foods) after not eating them for so long? Would they be able to look at a pig the same way again?

I wonder what Jack’s wake up call is like, if he decides to change at all. None of the boys would probably trust him again after they’re knocked back into their senses. Or, maybe they do, who knows! Regardless, I imagine Jack either goes back to his snobbish ways, showcasing any little power he can get his hands on and probably thinking fondly of his time as chief. OR Jack realizes what he did was wrong and that power does indeed corrupt, and it especially corrupts him, and he works on becoming humble. Redemption arc style.

Mostly, I thought about Ralph growing up as a somber little boy, forced to lead at such a young age, having everyone turn on him, and almost dying because a ginger hated his guts. Would he or any of the other boys have PTSD? Any other kind of mental illness? I could imagine Ralph’s mom seeing off a joyful little boy and seeing him return as an almost completely different person. Speaking of returning, does Ralph survive a savage island while his dad dies in a bloody war? Or, does his dad return, only to find out his son had been in as terrifying a place as himself. Ralph grows up, more than likely being the only boy at his school that has ever been threatened by falling boulders. More than likely being the only one to experience what he has in general. He probably grows up and just feels, different. Maybe he feels that he doesn’t belong. Maybe he’s lost hope in humanity. But, I like to imagine, he makes another friend like Simon, which helps him remember there’s always hope, or like Piggy, to know there is always a voice of reason.

#I think the characters are an interesting part of this book tho I think the book itself is boring #Knowing the internet I’m p sure this book has a fandom but I’m very wary of it. I feel like it’s probably a #…a fandom one should be wary of. Tho I’ve never seen it #but maybe I am being too hard on something I’ve never seen #I’m very curious about the fanworks for this ANCIENT book. but I am scared. knowing what fandoms are capable of.#lord of the flies #ralph lotf #lotf ralph #ack #text post

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While Jerra is my comfort animal, I do have some other Tavs whose story became much clearer after the full game.

For instance, this is Calliper, a half-drow Great Old Ones warlock/artisan from Baldur's Gate.

Born in the Underdark, in one of the drow cities, a byproduct of a loveless (and fucked up in every way you can imagine if you know how half-drow babies happen to be born in drow society) union between a female human slave, and a male drow slave. Needless to say, both parents wanted nothing to do with her, and the reason why she was even allowed to exist was the shortage of new slaves.

Never got a name during her existence in the Underdark - other drow made it clear that she was a mistake, a disgusting dirt-blood, and the only way for her to atone for that original sin of existing was to do what she is told and pray she is useful.

She managed to escape after involuntarily making contact with a Great Old One (strongly implied to be Atropus) through her feverish and nightmare-filled dreams and siphoning its power.

Calliper doesn't exactly know what her patron is and what it wants with her. All she gets are occasional whispers and horrible visions...and she would rather keep it that way. She is terrified of what will happen if that entity actually starts paying attention to her. For that reason, she actively avoids fighting and resorting to using her powers, preferring to lie, negotiate and bullshit her way through. She doesn't need to remind her patron of her existence more than it's already aware. And yet, she is deadly with her magic when provoked.

After making it to the surface and tagging along with the very first group that didn't instantly reject her, Calliper started making herself useful by actively applying her skills at making jewelry and fine crafts (something she got very good at while serving in the Underdark as the servant of a local craftsmaker. She wasn't allowed to touch the masterpieces, of course, but she watched her work and secretly tried her hand with whatever scraps she managed to collect. Surface dwellers turned out to be much easier to impress than drow, finding great interest in what she herself would call mediocre work. As she adjusted, she chose a name for herself based on one of the first Common language words she learned.

Her life wasn't easy, but she ended up as a guild artisan in Baldur's Gate, happy to work in her studio for the guild, surrounded by pretty magical things she made as well as fixing and restoring jewelry (she particularly enjoyed working with magical trinkets, they were always fascinating). The power of her pact kept competition at bay and provided her with some protection - and this was more than she could possibly want. Or so she thought.

Calliper is...not exactly a hero/leader material or a problem-solver. At least, not initially. She goes back into her survival mode quickly because she hasn't really found a community or support to overcome her issues. Staying huddled up in her workshop, reading books, and occasionally speaking to colleagues and guild members wasn't exactly therapeutic. Being snatched from her safe place made her withdrawn, avoidant, and dodging any situations that are too risky or can end with violence. Whatever problem you have, she is not the one you need. But if you have a fancy trinket or artifact to fix, she...might take a look. It soothes her nerves, y'know.

She is well aware of the drow prejudice, and she doesn't blame people for that because she is the biggest drow hater in the room. She doesn't trust drow. She doesn't like drow. She doesn't want to see any drow near her ever again. She would end up saving the Grove just because she sees Minthara, watches her sneer at her, and call her all the words she heard in the Underdark, and it's on. She has issues with her own self-esteem and would often use Disguise Self when having to leave her home, just to avoid people staring at her.

So, being far away from home with a tadpole in her head, Calliper's only priority will be to get that thing out of her oh this can't be happening (she lived in the Underdark, she knows what mindflayers are), and she would have no clue how she is supposed to help anyone if she doesn't know how to help herself? So, as soon as she meets Wyll, she basically goes "Finally! A hero! Please, Mr. Blade of Frontiers, come with us!" and follows his advice and decisions. Well, aside from killing Karlach because Karlach's flashback just hits way too close to home.

Of course, Calliper gets swept away by the warlock rizz. She looks up to Wyll as the "only-guy-who-looks-like-he-knows-what-he-is-doing" and then, when his secret is revealed, his ordeal is so familiar on so many levels that it hurts. She sees Mizora and instantly remembers how matriarchs and their associates treated male slaves. She hears the word "pact" - and it reminds her of her patron and what it might want from her. And seeing Wyll still having the strength to continue, to smile and stay calm all this time...she is bewildered by that man and falling for him. Hard.

Even though it's been years since she left Underdark, Calliper still wrestles with the feeling that everything is wrong about her - how can't it be? She wasn't born from love. She was told her blood was filthy. That she was a mistake. She has no real place neither on the surface nor beneath it - even if she was complimented, it was always about how exotic she looked as if she was a rare trinket to pocket. Meanwhile, Wyll, makes her feel as if she is absolutely and entirely fine as she is. Her heritage doesn't make her any less worthy of those charming gestures usually described in romance novels. Wyll gives her a fairytale, except that he means every word. In turn, she grows determined to give this man his happy ending, even if it means tapping into her own powers and making hard decisions. As soon as Calliper starts seeing Wyll as more than "the hero" and realizes that this man believes in her (thanks her even for stopping him when he was wrong), she gradually starts leaving her comfort zone and pushing her limits. She is still terrified of her patron and the uncertainty, but she can no longer put the weight of facing problems on Wyll's shoulders.

#cw: abuse #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 oc ramblings #bg3 oc: calliper #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #wyll x tav #calliper whenever she has to feed gale an artifact: *crying cat meme*#and then calliper finds out that atropus hates clowns

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I'm trying to do my own rewrite that doesn't veer too far from canon, and I'm really struggling with how to handle Tigerstar and Sasha. I think Hawk and Moth being half kittypet contributes to their characters in fun ways, and I can see how Tigerstar would want new heirs after being banished from ThunderClan. But idk why xenophobic Tiger would consort with a kittypet, especially someone he'd see as soft like Sasha, when he could've picked a Shadow or RiverClan cat instead? Any thoughts?

You may find my Political Union Concept very helpful for your Sasha dynamic, but I actually get this particular sentiment a lot. People who come to me feeling like they have to work out a problem, "Why does this xenophobic person consort with this member of an outsider group?"

And I don't understand the confusion. Bigotry isn't a principle. Bigoted people don't avoid talking to minorities like a vegan avoids bacon, like it's a meaningful, noble choice. Xenophobes think minorities are inferior and subhuman and that looks like a lot of different things.

(CW: Talking candidly about bigotry, racism, xenophobia, and violence against minority groups. This includes several real-world examples. I also speak about an abusive relationship in a way that could be triggering.)

Bigots interact abusively with the people they're prejudiced against, which CAN look like the "classic" frothing nazi hurling slurs, segregation, and denial of service, yes, but there's a lot of different ways to be abusive.

It can be Exploitative. It can be labor exploitation, it can be human trafficking. It's very easy to justify doing inhuman acts to someone you don't see as human, and worse... when society agrees and is equally bigoted? It becomes very easy to isolate a member of a minority group to groom them for this exploitation, and not face justice for your misdeeds.

There's a massive power imbalance between a person like Tigerstar, a political figurehead, and Sasha, a member of a minority group unprotected by the society's laws. The potential for abuse, isolation, exploitation... it's unfathomable. Sasha is in a deeply dangerous situation; Tigerstar knows that. That's probably what he wants.

Personhood is a privilege her abuser can revoke. I can't capture how terrifying this situation would be realistically.

I often get the original sentiment in the form of, "Why did Tigerstar work with Scourge when he's a xenophobe? He wouldn't want his help!" and... I think this sort of question that should prompt its speaker to do some more personal education on social justice issues. Racists, colonists, xenophobes, and chauvinists are constantly doing this.

Why do xenophobes eat fruit knowing a migrant probably picked it? Because they don't care. Why do sexists hire women? Because they want the labor. Why does Sammy Racism buy product from Company X when he SEES it is owned by a minority? That's the cheapest company.

Why did Tigerstar work with BloodClan? Because they would give him the forest. He probably didn't even plan on giving them what he bargained for.

The minute that Scourge defied him, and said, "I need to rethink these terms in light of new information," Tigerstar flipped the fuck out and tried to kill him for disobedience. He never respected his personhood, or Firestar's, or Sasha's. Ever. That doesn't mean he was physically incapable of interacting with them without slurs bubbling out of him like he was possessed by the ghost of a racism-themed pokemon.

I know it can be easy to imagine bigots being like this chucklefuck who won't climb rainbow stairs, because they are VERY funny and laughing at them is EXTREMELY satisfying, but most bigots will just Take The Rainbow Stairs.

So ASK yourself, instead, what the xenophobic character actually wants. What they can get from this relationship. Sometimes they do want to eradicate the minority group. Sometimes they want power first and will use the group they're bigoted against to get it. Sometimes they want labor. Sometimes they want bodies. Sometimes they want goods. Sometimes the see those last two as the same thing.

Clear your mind of this idea that prejudice itself is rational, logical, or even that bigots have consistent beliefs. Prejudice is a bias, a slimy bucket of contradictory ideas that slide against each other like worms. Bigots and minorities aren't pop rocks and coke, chemically incapable of being in a space without exploding. Minorities live in bigoted societies next to people who hate them their whole lives, it's not so simple as "Xenophobic character = Says no to disliked group."

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[Diary of Acedia]

Warnings: There's no need for warnings. Except slight mention of murder.

Info: Just a little something I wrote for my spidersona. It's kinda like a look into myself, but through the lens of Acedia.

It's not much, but I like it.

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There is a term within Japan for what I am. Or at least what I feel I relate to in some way, to some degree. 'Hikikomori.' I’ve never gone to the same extremes as ‘true’ hikikomori go through. Literally shutting themselves up in their rooms, their apartments, living in filth and letting themselves go to waste. I could never bring myself to reach that. That part.. disgusts and frightens me. Yet, I can still relate. I make the efforts to tend to myself as much as I can. I’ve dealt with depression, anxiety, and can feel my mental health deteriorate if I neglect myself for one day too many.

It’s a horrible feeling.

Life is.. terrifying. I would like for my life to change.. but I know it never will. Maybe.. just maybe.. little by little.. I could reach that dream of mine.. to find a better life. One that would require me to change out of myself. My true self.

And that's not something I want.

There's fantasies, daydreams of one wishing to be someone they are not, the polar opposite of who they are. Sometimes I may think of that for myself, but it never feels right.

It never felt like I was imagining myself.

..I decided to move. Around 24 I made the decision. Around 26 I made it. Flying to New York to meet with a friend who started work there. I found an apartment and started to live there. Over time I slowly decorated the place with things I found and bought with what money I've saved up from what I earned from the job I was lucky to find for myself. Something quiet and with little interaction with others.

I was never good and never have been good when it comes to socializing. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells.. I feel alien among my own kind. Among the couple of friends I have, that I am lucky to have. Finding a sort of peace in solitude away from society.. it is unbearably lonely, however. I.. I want company. At least one other person to share this life of mine with.. someone to keep me company.. The company of another is genuinely.. comforting.

A year and a half go by.. and something happened.

Something.. changed.

Suddenly.. I found myself gifted. Able to perform acts I had fantasized about since I was little, thinking it would be cool or fun if I could walk on walls or crawl on ceilings. Without knowing what had occurred I likened my abilities to that of a sloth. An animal I liked the most.. I have a small collection of sloth things. They make me happy. They’re cute and friendly looking.. Just how I wish to be.

The weather grew colder.. I wore that outfit a bit more to stay warm.. Little did I know I’d unintentionally wind up being a hero in a way. Stopping some petty crime.. I had to find a mask or two to hide my face for a couple of weeks. I don't really know how most heroes do it. I felt silly, to be honest.

About a month later I found a man barely still alive. I was so afraid and so nervous. I rushed him to get help.. and I couldn’t help but check in on him. I worried so much. I.. didn’t meet in person with him, though. It wasn’t until a month later that we made a proper encounter.. after he nearly tried to kill his boss and then me. He apologized and thanked me for snapping him out of it. He introduced himself as Otto Octavius and I, Acedia, in return.

As further thanks, he later on helped to develop a proper outfit for me. I tried to decline, but he insisted.. I really appreciate it. The costume and his help. He aided me in my efforts to help others, starting when his business partner tried again to murder his boss then me for interfering. I hadn’t known at the time how horrible Otto’s boss was.

Not too long after, I and Otto’s friend, Adrian, had reconciled.. I think of him like a grandfather to me now. He’s done so much for me to make up for what he had done. I never really knew how much my life would change, although I still feel, even today, as though it hadn’t really changed at all.

In the following months so so much happened. I.. I was able to help so many people.. Maybe not entirely to have helped prevent what happened to them, but I was still able to help them in some way and that’s really all I could ask for. I even made some new friends.. Sure we may fight sometimes, but usually it works out. And even some friends who weren’t from here.. That was a wild experience.

Heck, I even met someone who would end up being my second partner, Quentin Beck. He seemed to really hate me at first.. I remember having a horrible experience chasing him in a warehouse.. It was such a terrifying experience, yet.. he, for some reason, helped me out of there.. After some time, he showed to really like me. I’m really thankful I met him, even if we didn’t have very good encounters at first. He’s been so wonderful. Him and Otto.. I’ve.. I really can’t believe I am in such a place in my life to be blessed with two incredible men.. without them I have no idea where I would be today.

..More months passed and I managed to help take down Norman Osborn.. Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin.. and that leads me to where I currently stand today. Writing this.

I’ve been through so much, I’m in a far happier place. I’ve made so many mistakes along the way, so many stupid, stupid mistakes, but I’ve learned a lot, too. I’ve.. also grown a lot. Not in height, but as a person. I’m still myself, though. Still afraid of social interaction, still afraid to open up and let myself be really known, still shy and unable to really speak up for myself.. but I’ve grown, nonetheless.

I couldn’t be happier and more thankful to be alive and to be where I am today. Although it’s still all so terrifying, I don’t think I would want to give up this life, the friends and family, that I’ve found.

My name is Acedia, The Cryptid Crawler of New York, and I’m happy to be me.

#my writing #spidersona #long post

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Because Luke rejected Aemond’s bite and attempted mating when he was assaulted, does that provide him with some kind of advantage against Aemond in the future? Like he’s immune to whenever Aemond tries to use his scent or a command to influence/oppress Luke? It was a small kind of evolutionary protection when Luke was able to reject him, and I’d imagine/hope that protection his body afforded him would stay with him for the rest of his life. It’s like anything Aemond does just won’t work because of the attack. I guess it’s just that Aemond hurt him so badly and I’m hoping that in the future Luke won’t be affected by anything Aemond’s tries to attempt using his scent or alpha tendencies to try and show they should be mated. It would be such a mercy to Luke when Aemond starts to harass and stalk him in kings landing. I want to give Luke some kind of advantage like being nose blind or immune to the abo nonsense Aemond is trying to pull. In westerosi society, if an omega rejects the bite of an alpha, does that mean people think the gods have decided they shouldn’t be together at all? It would be really interesting if while Aemond was trying to play the patriarchal “father card” as an excuse to marry Luke, all of society was just saying no not just because of the assault but because of the rejection of the bite. It shows what Aemond did was in fact SA and that the gods have rejected him.

Omega’s being able to reject an alphas bite during high moments of distress is very much an evolutionary advantage for them that Luke’s thankfully been afforded. Though he’ll still be able to smell Aemond’s scent and recognize that his “alpha voice” is in use it won’t be nearly as potent, therefore will have little to none of the desired effect. Something Luke can brush off and go on about his day even though it’s triggering to experience.

Think bite rejection like a vaccine of sorts; the body has come into contact with this specific virus before, recognizes the pathogens, and so it’ll be able to fight them off in future events. Avoiding succumbing to sickness if they ever just so happen to be encountered again. And once an alpha’s mark on an omega is rejected it’s basically game over— you’ve lost whatever right the laws of nature once afforded you according to most.

They could try forcefully marrying the omega of course since alpha’s like Aemond don’t take rejection well. But finding someone to sanctify said marriage would be a nearly impossible task since a rejected bite is seen as a sign of unworthiness for various reasons.

Going back to biological defenses, being able to reject a bite is very hit or miss in these situations. Kinda similar to fight or flight. When made to face such a terrifying situation your body will either kick into drive and fight back, or you’ll go still in shock. Sometimes bites are rejected and others they take, It all just depends which is one of many reasons rape culture thrives so heavily in Westerosi society. Had Aemond’s mark actually took then the amount of people who’d believe an assault occurred and those who wouldn’t would be fairly split whereas in the canon TL most of everyone is on the same page in believing Luke’s story.

#asks

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Sooo..

DPS x LoTF au?

OOH OMG!

I LOVE the idea of that, let me grab my notepad out

I feel like Meeks would be the glue to everything at the beginning, with his knowledge, he would use all resources to ensure the necessities are provided, i.e making fires, building huts, etc. Cameron and Todd would probably be there to keep him company and help out when needed for they’re both just as scared when it comes to whatever’s lurking within the forests. Pitts would also be there, but more-so because he doesn’t exactly know what to do. However, they’d likely implement a rotation system just so Meeks wouldn’t need to do all the heavy lifting and can take a break.

Neil is definitely the strongest of the bunch (I mean, have you seen him in all his shirtless scenes) and so would probably be used to collect possible food items such as berries (I feel like the crew wouldn’t be too comfortable with the prospect of killing the animal habitants just yet) as well as gather materials to make huts, Cameron and/or Pitts would tag along if it’s for the latter. Knox and Charlie also like to venture out into the bush land quite frequently too, but they don’t really take their situation as seriously and would usually rock up to the rest of the group with DIY bongos. However, they would help out Neil if they happen to run into each other.

WHILE I LOVE THE ENTIRE CAST OF DPS THE DRAMA WOULD NEED TO START EVENTUALLY… and I think that unfortunately Neil would be the first one to actually go mad. The main thing holding him back at home was his dad, and while the freedom of him being out of the picture would be a good thing, Neil would very noticeably start becoming a bit more outlandish with that and the help of a few other factors. As stated prior, Neil was the primary gatherer and so was out in the forest most often. Over time, the noises he’d hear would become more and more apparent as he can never shake off the feeling that he’s being watched by someone and something. The others were able to keep him and themselves in tact with positive affirmations and reassuring each other that it’s probably just the leaves or the boars, but eventually, Neil stumbles upon a corpse.

That was it. That was the breaking point. He rushes back to the group and tells them about his findings in a panicked state. This of course fuels Todd’s anxiety, who was already the most terrified of the prospect by even stepping foot into the forest, the two basically beginning to serve as an echo chamber for one another. After that, Neil’s descent began to escalate, sometimes disappearing into the forest for several hours, only to return with a feral look in his eyes and wild horror stories.

It all reached its breaking point when Neil returned one evening, ranting and raving about shadowy figures watching and whispering. The group tried to brush it off as nothing dangerous, but Neil was convinced, and with Todd by his side, they declared independence from the rest of the group.

With this, the remainder of the group would try to negotiate a reunion or at the very least communicate, but it would never go anywhere, the two factions mostly refusing to acknowledge each others sides of the story.

As the two groups were now practically at competition for resources, the supply of basic needs such as food, water and building materials waned each passing day. Meeks tried to step in as the primary gatherer in place of Neil, but with all the thunderstorms, the forest seemed to have closed in around them.

Ultimately, it was a clash between Meeks and the remainder of the group that triggered the final descent into chaos. Snapping under the pressure and getting increasingly irritated by those who he felt as if wasn’t pulling their weight. The argument escalated into a physical altercation, leaving the makeshift society fractured beyond repair.

HONESTLY, I REALLY DONT WANT TO WRITE ONE OF THE CHARACTERS DYING EITHER, BUT IF IT HAD TO BE ANY OF THEM, PROBABLY CHARLIE?? I could imagine Todd and Neil, in a disoriented and paranoid state, mistaking Charlie for a sort of creature thanks to the noise emitting from his makeshift instruments, and so, they kill him. BUT THEN AGAIN, IM UNSURE, THIS RESPONSE HAS BEEN GOING IN FOR WAY TOO LONG IM SO SORRY 😭

#HELP SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I JUST RANDOMLY FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS #questions #inbox #lord of the flies #lotf #dead poets society #dps #steven meeks #gerard pitts #todd anderson #richard cameron #neil perry #knox overstreet #charlie dalton #nuwanda #todd and neil

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