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evelina-maar · 1 year
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If you're cold, they're cold! Bring your vigilante lawyers inside.
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swanimagines · 1 month
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CAUGHT IN HIS WORLD | KAZ BREKKER
Summary: Kaz asking you to accompany him for a job makes you think it'd be a nice opportunity to spend time with him, but instead you end up breaking and entering to one of the most feared gang's warehouse, and that doesn't exactly meet your morals.
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You had always been a good and obedient child, raised in a wealthy family of merchants, that valued order and stability. But there was one person who made you question who you were, who you were supposed to be - and that person was Kaz Brekker.
The boy quickly gaining reputation as a ruthless killer, a child demon. He’d even get called Dirtyhands after he started to wear his gloves, for all the horrible things he did - some kids not much younger than him were taught that if they didn’t behave, Dirtyhands would come and take them. Him breaking his leg and getting a cane just intensified the rumours somehow, even the weakness was turned into something scary.
And you had fallen for him of all people. You had tried to push your feelings down - you really had. But it wasn’t that simple, maybe the life he lived was why you felt so drawn to him. So you sought for his company, hung out with him as much as he let you, and eventually he seemed to warm up to you too. Or at least he didn’t snap at you as much as before.
One day, Kaz asked if you wanted to accompany him for a job. He was being vague about the details, but honestly you didn’t mind, you’d enjoy spending time with him - even if a small voice at the back of your head was telling you that it was a bad idea. So here you were, walking through the dark alleys of Ketterdam, slightly uneasy about shady people lurking in the shadows. You thanked the Saints you were with Kaz while there, he’d kill everyone trying to ambush you, and people knew it.
Finally, you stopped in front of a warehouse and Kaz scanned his surroundings quickly. His gaze fell on the large lock hanging from the door and took out a small pouch of lockpicks, laying his cane against the wall and kneeling down on his good leg as he started working on the lock.
Was he breaking into a warehouse? Your heart started pounding in your chest, you had known in a way that you shouldn’t have come with him, but you had been too wrapped around Kaz’s dangerous aura to resist it.
“Wait,” you asked, for some reason hoping Kaz had a legitimate reason to do it. “Do we have a permission to do this?”
“Of course,” he replied, not even glancing at you. “Hein Middelesch asked me to snatch some jewelry and some papers to claim the ownership of certain shops at the Barrel. He’s a real gentleman, helping a rivaling gang like that.”
You swallowed, recognising the name. “H-Hein Middelesch? The leader of Grinning Cats? Kaz-”
The lock gave a click on that moment and opened, and then the door was open, and Kaz headed inside, without letting you finish the sentence.
The warehouse wasn’t that big, but the clicks of Kaz’s cane still echoed through the hall. You followed him meekly, feeling like you had just committed a murder of some kind. Kaz began looking through the cabinets and boxes, once in a while stuffing items to his pockets, and you glanced around, basically being scared of your own shadow.
After a few minutes of just standing there, you cleared your throat. “Kaz, um. I don’t know if it’s wise to be here. What if we get caught? The Cats are known to dig eyes out–”
“You can always walk out of the door.” Kaz interrupted, not even giving you a glance.
You sighed. “I… I don’t want to leave you here alone. It’s just that, my family wouldn’t think this is a good idea.”
Kaz moved onto the next box, and you almost heard an eyeroll in his words. “Of course they wouldn’t, they’re too busy to count their kruge and looking down at us Barrel rats.”
You felt a twinge of anger at his words. “That’s not fair. My family has worked hard for our wealth, unlike Pekka Rollins for example.”
Kaz’s shoulders tensed at the mention of his arch nemesis, his hands pausing for a moment. But then he continued, “Sure they did. And they’d be absolutely thrilled to know that their little princess is here, having broken in into a warehouse with me.”
“I'm not a princess. And I didn’t break in. You did. I agreed to come with you just to spend time with you. I didn’t know you’d do something like this. Clearly I made a mistake.” 
Kaz stood up, finally turning to look at you. His face had his usual scowl, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at you. “You sure are quick to turn against me.”
You crossed your arms, groaning. “I’m not turning against you, Kaz. I just don’t want to get into trouble.”
Kaz let out a snort. "Doing something like this probably isn't what you've been used to? Being acquaintances with me and assuming you'll never get your hands dirty isn't an option."
He always called you an acquaintance. Not a friend. Acquaintance. You had come to hate that word by now. You fought with your heart for a moment, before you finally gave in to it.
“Alright,” you grumbled, taking a look at the boxes around the hall. “What shelf should I look through?”
Kaz smirked, nodding over to the shelf next to the one he had been rummaging through. “Start with that one.”
You slowly walked over to it, taking in a deep sigh before you peeked into the first box. You definitely didn’t feel like you were in your element, but you knew that what Kaz said was true - in the Barrel, you either adapt or you die. It was harsh and cruel, but it was the truth. And as much as it went against your morals, you wanted to help Kaz to survive. Being a Dreg didn’t come for free, and there was no way Kaz would let that life go. Something had happened to him prior to meeting you, something involving Pekka Rollins, and his revenge required him to become powerful. The kind of powerful that didn’t come the legitimate way.
Deep down, you knew that this path you were going with Kaz Brekker could bring you into the criminal world - your family could disown you, you could end up in the street. But still, in a twisted way, this was something you felt right about doing. Even when you were reluctant about it, you felt like you were part of something that would help Kaz in a way you would never be able to help anyone else. You weren’t sure where that feeling came from, but you were always drifting back to Kaz, back in his company, somewhere you didn't belong. Maybe things would sort themselves out in the end. Maybe Kaz would start calling you a friend instead of an acquaintance. And maybe… 
Maybe there would be something more waiting for you and Kaz. 
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i dont know whether youve established this or not but for ur p!noah au, what does phobia factor look like? (if he makes it that far)
I've got a few ideas for how Noah (both in general and in this AU) would behave in the Phobia Factor episode!
My first idea, which works better for a more canon-adjacent Noah, is to have him either genuinely fall asleep at the campfire or feign falling asleep at the campfire- so he doesn't have to divulge his "greatest fear" in front of the others.
Because Noah's a very private person; both his fellow competitors and the audience at large know very little about him, and those who try to are often met with his sour, prickly exterior. Why on Earth would he ever willingly share his greatest fear on international TV with a bunch of people he doesn't even like?
(And, as we saw in the Awake-a-thon episode, pretending to pass out is something Noah would and does do to get out of uncomfortable situations.)
Of course, that scenario could be ruined by having one of the mlre confrontational characters (like Heather) shake him awake to hear his answer. But, ideally, it'd end up being more of a Courtney situation, where he never does give an answer, but Chris finds something in the shows footage that indicates Noah has a fear of [insert phobia here].
Then there's the second scenario, where Noah just straight up lies about what he's scared of (and I'm surprised no one else did this canonically). Again, why would he tell people what he's actually scared of? So he picks one of the most common phobias and runs with it- something innocuous, like a fear of the dark, or claustrophobia. Or maybe he decides to be a smartass and chooses some obscure or 'ridiculous' phobia instead, like ailurophobia/cynophpbia (fear of cats/dogs), on the off-chance that they'll have to face them as part of a challenge.
In the case of p!Noah, I think he'd do something similar to the second scenario, but claim his 'biggest fear' is hemophobia (fear of blood)- a bold claim for someone's who's decidedly Not Afraid Of Blood, in fact he's quite fond of it. Of course, no one else has any way of knowing this, so it's accepted as truth.
As a side note here, I kind of touched upon this before but p!Noah doesn't really experience fear like others do- that's why he's so amused by other's fear responses, since he lacks one of his own. It's also why he's such a thrill-seeker, he gets all of the adrenaline and none of the actual fear.
And then the Phobia Factor challenge happens. Noah's tasked with submerging himself in a pool of blood, similar to Beth's pool of worms, to earn his team a point.
Noah's fine with this. (More than fine, really. Red is a pretty colour.) But he can't let the others know that, or he'd be caught out in his lie. But he also doesn't want to lose this challenge. So he gingerly climbs into the pool, doing his best to fake fear and revulsion to... mixed results. He doesn't understand things like fear, panic and terror at a personal level, so for the most part he just looks like a soggy unamused cat. Despite how much he really wants to splash about, or get lost in the sauce.
(Maybe the more switched on of his team mates pick up on the maddened glee in his eyes as he floats in a pool of blood, or his almost carefully crafted stoicism- a far cry from everyone else's screams of terror.)
He wins a point for the team, and that's that.
Remember, Noah's strategy here is to be as unremarkable as possible; he wouldn't go out of his way to draw attention to himself. Especially not when Izzy’s still around to cause chaos for him.
...That doesn't mean he won't later make a confessional, still dripping in 'blood', where he complains to the audience that Chris used the 'fake shit' for his challenge for the budgets sake. Noah can tell! He knows the feeling of being covered in real blood.
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tanoraqui · 11 months
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#necromancy is about coping with grief and about NOT coping with grief#and about screaming ‘NO’ at the universe so hard that the universe shakes…temporarily
in light of these interesting tags of yours: any thoughts on Celebrimbor and necromancy? (thinking of your ficlet about this!)
Celebrimbor does necromancy exactly 2 (or maybe more) times, 2.5 if you count guiding someone else through it.
1. (Some time in the late Third Age)
Veryawendë thudded her head down on the worktable, jostling the scattered crystals, composition drafts (paper and fixed-light), and one full-sized, Song-automatable crystalline cat.
Automatable. Fifty years of work, including this latest/current effort in which she hadn't slept for ten days, and all they'd achieve was Song-automatable.
"It's no use," she said into the tabletop. "We just can't layer the Music so much it starts to achieve real sentience and we can't awaken it to behave like a real creature, not just a rock...and I love you like a brother, but I am not getting pregnant just to usher a new fëa into the world for this... That wouldn't work anyway, it'd just be stuck in its own body..."
Celebrimbor sat up abruptly, inverse to her head-to-table. "Not necessarily."
Veryawendë turned her head to look at him, but she spoke without energy. "What."
Celebrimbor's eyes were bright with more than his usual Light. He, too, hadn't slept for ten days.
"I said, not necessarily." He reactivated the dormant fixed-light crystals and began sketching Music in mid-air, unlike any Veryawendë had ever seem. "I know how—I theoretically know how—Do you think Mr. Sniffles would enjoy being crystalline?"
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1.5. (Some time in the late Third Age, 1 day later)
The soft nearly-light, nearly-Song of Mr. Sniffles's soul snapped back into his body as Celebrimbor fell back with an exhausted cry of defeat. He lay panting on the floor as Mr. Sniffles shuddered back to himself and leapt off Celebrimbor’s now non-sittable lap with a pained, indignant cry.
Veryawendë caught him and Sang a soft song of healing and comfort, and assured him that he was a good cat, the best cat, absolutely superlative and patient and going to get so many treats (and she got a jump on that by feeding him a few more crumbs of lembas and catnip, to keep him comfortably dazed and heart-whole through this ordeal).
"It's no use," Celebrimbor panted. "He just won't...sink in. I think even if I pushed harder, he'd slip out—and if I push harder, he'll be forced out of his natural body entirely, and unhoused.”
"Alright," said Veryawendë. She set Mr. Sniffles, once more wide-pupiled and content, in his workshop bed, and looked around for her coat and a good prism. "Then I'm off to Eärendil. You stay here and recover your strength, I'll be back in a couple weeks."
"What?" Celebrimbor pushed himself up on his elbows. "Why?"
Veryawendë chose a small polyhedral and gestured with it. "We need a spiritual adhesive. Your grandfather put overmuch of himself in the Silmarils, right? And those hold Treelight. So if I borrow some of the Light and we can fix Mr. Sniffles into the model with that..."
"That's....brilliant." Celebrimbor sat up, wavered like he was going to fall back again, then instead drank some water and started fishing around for his notes on fëa transferral and worse. "Don't go to Eärendil, though—we'll lose all our momentum! Take it from me. I'll teach you the Song."
Veryawendë felt her momentum, and her certainty, stumble anyway.
"Is that even possible?"
"'How did you think newer orcs are made, my dear?'" Celebrimbor quoted absentmindedly. "'We didn't just stop with the Unasked and Refusing.' Don't worry, I've had worse—most agony is endurable if it's fast."
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2. (Not long after Elves figure out how to [temporarily] physically leave Arda without getting lost in the spiritual Eternal Darkness that surrounds it)
Curufin was dying, and it was significantly more painful than the first time, not to mention more embarrassing. A cave-in, even while exploring a strange, brand-new world, was so much less elegant than a well-thrust sword from a wrathful young king. He wouldn’t have minded so much, however, were it not distressing his son so terribly.
“Just hold on, Atya, just stay with me.” Celebrimbor shoved away more of the rockfall frantically but carefully, so as to not cause more collapsing, then knelt and took Curufin’s head into his lap. “I set off the emergency beacon. Help will be here soon.”
His hands brushed anxiously down Curufin’s body, feeling out the many cuts and deep, deadly bruises, too caring not to want to help and too clever not to know that he couldn’t.
Celebrimbor was unhurt, at least. Shaking, knocked by pebbles, maybe lightly bruised from where Curufin had shoved him to the floor, out of the way of the sudden rockfall. He could be proud of that, this time.
“Not soon enough.”
Curufin’s lungs were too thoroughly crushed to speak clearly. He switched to thought instead, and spent his remaining energy taking Celebrimbor’s hand (with the arm that could still move) and holding it until it stopped shaking.
I will return from Mandos as soon as I can, Tyelpë, he promised, and I will see you again then.
“You don’t know that!” Celebrimbor cried. “Last time, it took nearly seven-thousand years, and Aunt Findis had to ransom you. What if this time Mandos won’t release you at all? Or what if you can’t reach Mandos in the first place? We are outside Arda, Atya! Who knows what happens if we die on out here!”
Once, Curufin might have retorted that his son might not mind either of those scenarios, and been right. Now, he just felt tears digging trails through the dust on his face, and saw the matching tracks on Celebrimbor’s cheeks.
He reached up to brush them away…he tried and didn’t have the strength. Celebrimbor carried his hand the rest of the way, and cupped it against his damp and dusty skin.
Oh, my son! I will see you then, Curufin repeated. You will be fine as well—your uncle will be here soon, and there is no lack of air. Just stay away from the rockfall…
“Do not say such things!” Do not speak like you are leaving me alone! You will not die here, Atya, not now, not here!
Celebrimbor was weeping fully. Curufin could do little more than let his hadmns be held.
The last time he’d died had been in a cave, too, come to think of it, glorified though Menegroth had been. And Nargothrond had been it’s own disaster… Maybe he should just avoid caves. Or maybe pain, muffled though it was with a growing sense of distance from his hröa, was making him delirious.
He thought the trumpet-call tug of the Doomsman’s summons was real, though. He remembered that.
See? he said, though the fully living couldn’t. Curufin was very barely connected to his hröa at all, anymore. But he wrapped his fëa around his son’s one last time (for now) and whispered, Weep not, my heart’s-jewel. All will be well.
“No,” Celebrimbor gasped, then, “Yes.” He gripped Curufin’s hand (so, so far away) in a fist, and returned the embrace to hold his flightful fëa just as tightly. “Yes, because you will not die today. I– I know well how to do this. I will not let you.”
He shifted his grip somehow to the last threads connecting Curufin’s fëa to his hröa, and began to Sing of chains.
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3 Or More. Dagor Dagorath
All bets are off in Dagor Dagorath.
(No further details are available at this time, but I do like to think that at some point in the Battle of Battles, the full, assembled Line of Curufinwë—Fëanor, Curufin, Celebrimbor, Curufinwen, [Celebrimbor’s OC daughter], maybe more if Curufinwen ever had kids—gets to beat the shit out of Sauron together.)
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billyrussohaven · 1 year
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Into My Web
Chapter 16
Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo
Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.
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“Can I have a drink? I feel like I’ll need a drink,” you asked Billy with a little blush. As excited as you were about the whole thing it made you a bit shy and nervous too. Billy on the other hand seemed cool as a cat.
"You can have one drink. Don't need you gettin' drunk for your first threesome. Want you to remember it," he smirked wryly. He was getting a kick out of your nerves, he couldn't lie. But he couldn't wait until you were experiencing it to see how you'd react then.
You stood up and poured yourself a tall glass of the same wine you adored so much at Frank’s and flopped back down on the couch next to him. Your glass was ridiculously full but you shrugged at his amused look.
“What? You said one drink. One drink,” you answered to his amused look and pointing to the wine glass in your hand. You didn’t want to get drunk anyway, you just needed a bit of liquid courage to untense. You took a long sip of it before opening up the conversation.
“Okay. What’s your rules? Anything I can or can’t do specifically or…” you asked trailing off, unsure how he expected you to behave or do or anything.
He wrapped an arm around you as he thought about it for a moment.
"Just be good. I want you to have fun, see what you like or don't like. Only real rule is to do what I say," he shrugged. He didn't want to impose too many rules on you, he didn't want to suck the fun out of the whole thing. As long as you obeyed him, it was good.
It sounded simple enough and you were also relieved to hear you could be curious and go with the flow.
“Bedroom or…” you asked, the thought of having her in his bed made you grip the wine glass a little tighter but you took a deep breath and kept your cool. No need to get worked up on the little details.
"Bedroom. Beds big enough and it'll be easier, more comfortable," he replied as he toyed with your hair. He had a feeling it wasn't the answer you wanted to hear, as always taking in every little change in your behaviour and body. But he knew it would be better for everyone involved. Threesomes could be tricky anyway, comfort was key. And maybe he also just enjoyed pushing your buttons. You took another long sip of your drink to hide the little annoyance on your face and you shrugged it off. It was just a bed and it wasn’t like she’d ever be around it again. You gave him a small smirk and wondered if there was anything else to talk about, you couldn’t think of anything so you shrugged slightly.
"Alright, I'll head out. Find our friend for the night," he smirked as he stood up, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of your head.
"Make sure you behave yourself. You'll be locked in but if you somehow manage to get out, you know I'll find you," he warned with a wide smile as he grabbed his leather jacket. He had a feeling you wouldn't run though. Not tonight at least knowing what was coming.
You grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him toward you before he could walk away.
“Can I have a kiss before you go?” you asked, leaning forward and biting your lower lip suggestively. You bat your eyelashes at him for added effect and untangled your hand from his shirt.
He grinned, grabbing your jaw firmly as he captured your lips in a dirty kiss. When he broke away, he smirked, placing one last kiss to your lips before he moved away.
"I'll be back soon," he said with a sly smile, moving to the front door.
The silence inside the house was deafening. You wondered how long it'd take him to go and find your partner for the night. You sipped your drink and tapped a finger on the armrest nervously.
"Fuck it," you said out loud and got up to go to his personal bar. You took a mini swing of whisky and shuddered at the burning taste. You walked to the stereo and pressed play on whatever was playing last. You needed to change your mind and untense or the evening was gonna suck. You took another sip of wine and closed your eyes. You focused on the music and moved your hips to the rhythm. You knew these songs, Billy often played them and you liked them quite a lot too. You turned the music a bit louder and danced until you heard the front door open. By then, you were in good spirits, having a good time and all the tension had left your body. You turned to the front door and gave Billy a sly smirk as you danced for him.
He tilted his head as he watched you, really not expecting to come home to this scene. His dark eyes were glued to you, soaking in the way your body moved to the music. For a moment he forgot about the girl with him until he smelt her arousal at watching you dance this way. He hadn't been gone too long but he'd been pretty picky about the girl he chose for you. She was a redhead, which honestly was for his sake more than anything, but he'd picked a girl that reminded him a lot of you. He'd compelled her to do what he told her, to let him feed from her and most importantly, to enjoy herself. He didn't need the night being ruined by her not being into it and killing your vibe. He wanted you to have a good time.
Your gaze switched to the beauty next to him and you grinned. She was perfect. Hot but not too ridiculously hot to make you feel like a lesser woman either. She had a kind and welcoming face and curves not unlike yours. She gave you a bashful smile and you reached out for them to join your little dance floor. You weren't drunk, you were just focusing on the good and fun parts of the evening, that one glass of wine did wonders on your nerves.
"Look what the cat dragged in," you said, when they were a few feet away. You reached for Billy first and welcomed him back home with a dirty kiss, moving your hips against his to the music. He groaned as he kissed you back deeply. He was enjoying seeing this carefree side of you. He could taste and smell the whiskey on you but he decided to let it go since you were nervous and it'd just kill the mood to punish you for it. You weren't the only one who wanted this threesome. Billy was thrumming with excitement for the whole thing. You took a peek around Billy's arm and saw her dance against Billy's back. You gave her a timid smile that she gave back with a wink. You kept dancing with Billy and her but all your attention was on her for now, like a cat studying her prey. She looked back at you with the same curiosity that pulled you toward each other.
"Have you done this before?" You asked her. She shook her head with a sheepish smile moving closer to you. Her answer surprised and pleased you. You wondered if Billy picked her because of that, so maybe you would feel more comfortable. You gave Billy another smirk biting your lower lip and reached to take her soft delicate hand in yours. You slid around Billy to be the one in the middle with him at your back and her in front of you. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you took every inch of her in.
Billy ran his nose along your neck, savoring how fast your pulse was going. His hands gripped at your hips as he rubbed his already hard cock against your ass, letting you take the reins. He'd take the back seat for now as you let your curiosity guide you. You moaned and pushed back against his length. You raised your hands to her chest and slid her jacket off her shoulders slowly. She was wearing a long-sleeved little black dress and the first thing you thought was if Billy would let you keep it.
"I like your dress a lot," you said, running your fingertips on the fabric plunging down in a v shape between her breasts. You trailed your fingertips over the mount of her breasts and licked your lips absentmindedly thinking how warm and soft she was. You turned your head to Billy and gave him a little smirk. You were almost shaking with anticipation and ready to move to the bedroom but he was the master here so you stayed put.
"Let's take this upstairs," he smirked, nipping at your neck before he led both you and the girl he couldn't remember the name of upstairs to the bedroom. His whole body was practically vibrating with excitement about what was to come and so far, you seemed to feel the same which only made him more excited. You were holding her hand when you all entered the bedroom. You led her closer to the bed and closed the distance between you two. You slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders and it fell in a pool at your feet. You helped her out of her dress and you ran your hands on her soft skin, taking in how gorgeous she was in her underwear like you.
Billy was leaning against the dresser as he watched you both with rapt attention. Two seemingly sweet girls enjoying each other's company. It had him rock hard and aching and he bit his lower lip, his eyes taking in the both of you now you were both nearly naked.
You turned your head to look at Billy timidly but with a smirk, feeling her lips on your cheek. You moved your head back slowly and your lips met hers. Your hands caressed the side of her face as you tentatively kissed her soft lips. You licked her lower lip and she kissed you back languidly. You moaned into the kiss and she pressed you closer to her warm body. You kissed and finished undressing each other. She pushed you back on the bed so you were sitting on the edge and she knelt in front of you. You looked up at Billy a bit unsure as she opened your legs wide open and dived right in. You moaned loudly, feeling her small tongue lapping at your clit as you brushed her soft copper hair back. You closed your eyes with your head hanging back and hummed pleasingly. You leaned back on one hand and kept the other in her hair. You opened your eyes feeling an intense jolt of pleasure and locked eyes with Billy watching you both with dark intense eyes. They had a predatory glint to them as he looked at the pair of you, desire running rampant through him. You moaned loudly and wanted to touch him badly.
"Help me undress this one?" You asked looking down at her, she grinned and you gave Billy a wicked smirk. You both stood up and ran your hands over his body pulling his shirt off and kissed his chest and back greedily with giggles. He moaned, thoroughly enjoying being the centre of attention, as always. She moved behind him and ran her hands down his torso to his jeans where you knelt down in front of him working on his belt and jeans. She helped you slide his jeans and boxers down his long legs leaving him gloriously naked between you both. He felt oddly relaxed yet ridiculously aroused all at the same time. He glanced down at you with a wicked smirk, stroking your hair softly. You were doing really well so far and it was turning him on how unabashed you were about all of this, how curious you were to explore your new friend. You stood up and crawled on the bed with her next to you. You looked at her and you both giggled like you were up to no good. Billy smirked, slowly fisting himself as he approached the bed casually. 
It surprised you how comfortable you were so far with her around. You were curious and you especially loved how Billy seemed to enjoy the two of you together. You moved so she'd be in the middle and you laid on your side next to her. Billy lay on the other side, head propped up on his hand as he shot you an amused grin. His fingers traced patterns absentmindedly on the girl's stomach but his eyes were glued to you.
You ran one hand over her breasts and kissed her shoulder trailing kisses down to her breast. You kissed and took her nipple inside your mouth enjoying the sounds she made. Billy's dick twitched at the sight and sounds and he moved to kneel between the girl's legs as he watched you lavish her breasts with attention. He parted her thighs before diving right in, devouring her with his mouth as she squirmed and gasped. He hummed against her, enjoying how she tasted. You tasted better but he was still loving it as he fucked her with his tongue. You curiously looked as he ate her, never been able to see it before obviously. It turned you on to see his lips and tongue work around her pussy. You loved how she moaned and you wanted to touch her too. You tentatively ran two fingers between her legs, down her folds where his lips were and he looked up at you.
"Can I help?" You asked with a little timid grin.
He moved away from the girl's pussy, licking his lips as he quirked a brow.
"Be my guest, kitten," he smirked, his voice low and rough from his arousal. His eyes had already changed to red but his fangs were still away.
You bit your lower lip meeting his dark red eyes, rubbed your fingers up and down her folds enjoying how she squirmed at the touch. You moved down on the bed next to Billy so you could have a better view and reach. You didn't want to take her from him just yet. You wanted to try her for yourself but you wanted to watch and learn for now.
"You can keep going, please. I won't be in your way. I'd just like to watch you before I try," you said to Billy with a naughty yet bashful grin biting your lower lip hard. He bit his lip to stifle a groan at your words as he went back to licking and sucking on the girl's clit as she moaned.
You opened her legs wider with your free hand and slid a finger inside her pussy leaving her wide open for Billy to devour. She was so warm and wet like liquid silk, you groaned a bit enjoying the feeling of her around your finger. You made sure to be out of Billy's way as you fingered her at a slow pace and brushed Billy's hair back with your free hand. He was really enjoying the both of you pleasuring the girl, soaking in her sweet little noises from the feelings you were both giving her.
"How do I do the thing I love when you finger me? I'm not entirely sure where.." You trailed off moving your finger around like you were looking for a lightswitch or something. Surely he could fit a finger in with your small one? 
He chuckled as he moved away a little, sliding a finger inside of her against yours, making her gasp softly. 
"Curl your fingers here, like this," he murmured as he felt that sweet spot instantly, the girl letting out a loud moan as he did. He didn't want to take over since you had plans for her so he slipped his finger back out, eyes on your finger inside of her in curiosity and arousal. You mimicked his movements on the spot he found for you and you felt a slight difference of texture but you were amazed he could find it so fast. Probably with a lot of practice. It was an instant reaction from her as she buckled up off the mattress in moans. Your eyebrows shot upwards and you looked at Billy with a surprised smirk. She was much more vocal and quick to respond to your touch than Billy was but maybe it was a female thing because you reacted like her a lot too. Billy was really getting a kick out of watching you with another girl. The way you were so new to this and exploring her curiously. 
After a few minutes of you two pleasuring her, you slowly pulled Billy’s head back by his hair in a pleasurable way. He groaned and glanced at you with a quirked brow.
“My turn,” you said excitingly, making a sly grin creep onto his lips. You leaned down and kissed him while running your hand some more in his hair. You pulled your finger off her as you scooted over and took his place between her legs. She looked down at you panting, her pretty cheeks all blushed and you moaned seeing the state of her. You gave her wet folds a tentative lick and looked up at Billy watching you with something like pride in his eyes and it pleased you immensely. You gave her small kitten licks and studied how she reacted to certain things you did. You could taste both her and Billy as you gave her cunt open-mouthed kisses. You slid a finger in then a second one inside her and wondered if you'd be able to make her come.
Billy was really enjoying watching you pleasure the girl but he was done with just watching and not doing. He moved behind you, his hands palming your ass roughly as he admired it, manoeuvring you so your ass was in the air with your legs spread open for him. He leaned down and started fucking your soaked hole with his tongue greedily, moaning as the taste of you exploded on his tongue. You gasped and let out a loud moan at him pleasing you this new way. Your brain stopped processing thoughts for a few and you forgot about the other girl squirming under you. You went back to pleasing her, only this time a little less focused, sloppily. He went at you harder and faster, the sound of your moans mixed with the other girl's sending him into a frenzy. He fed off the pleasure in the room and fisted himself a little to ease the aching in his cock. 
You felt the girl clamp down around your fingers and she came loudly. Her pleasure seemed to call your own, the tale tell tingly feeling growing inside you. You helped her through her high and carefully removed your fingers from her. You rested your head on her lower belly now able to fully focus on your own climax building up fast. You closed your small fists around the bedsheets and you pushed back on his face coming with a loud gasp. He almost came when you did, having to stop touching himself as he eased you through it with his tongue and didn't waste a drop of your cum. He wondered if you'd enjoyed making the other girl cum too. After a long lick, he moved away and lay down, anticipation reaching its peak at where things would soon be going. He couldn't wait.
You whined at the loss of his tongue inside you, missing his touch already. You moved up and flopped down on your back next to Billy and her with a lazy smile. You looked at his handsome face, his lips wet with your juices. You leaned over to kiss him and groaned, tasting both you and her on his lips. 
"Can we play all night? There’s just so much I wanna do to you two," you purred above his lips, your voice thick with arousal and neediness. He grinned, taking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it a little. He felt a little drunk from his desire and no release but he was waiting for the big finale before he came. 
"Can play as long as you want, kitten," he drawled against your lips, his hands roaming your skin everywhere he could touch as a primal desire for him ripped through you.
"Headboard, now" you said to Billy with a sudden uncharastically dominance that took you off guard. You felt a flicker of fear at the startling realisation and you froze like a deer in headlights. You didn't understand what happened or why you'd give an order to him of all persons. You opened your mouth as if you wanted to apologize, talk or maybe even whimper, you didn’t really know. Billy's eyebrows shot up, not expecting you to act that way but he'd be a liar if he said it didn't make his dick twitch. 
“Please? Sir?” you added submissively this time, a little hesitant and timid at the tone you had used. He chuckled darkly, not even mad about you trying to order him around. How could he be when you were so adorable? He did as you requested, moving to sit against the headboard.
You crawled to his lap and looked up at him as you stroked his painfully hard cock, making him let out a dirty moan at finally feeling some fiction. You kissed him languidly and slowly, moaning into the kiss. You felt the other girl roll over and move next to you to lavish him with attention too. You scooted over and gave the head of his cock a wet kiss. You saw her lick the side of his cock and you stopped stroking it to lick and suck on it instead with her help. His head fell back, hitting the wall with a dull thud as he groaned, a hand in each of your hairs. He couldn't get enough out of all the attention you were both giving him. You both kissed, licked and sucked his dick together like a shared lollipop. Sometimes your tongue and your lips would find hers and you'd indulge in a bit of kissing before going back to sharing him. Billy just sat there and took it. Moaning and arching up a little as he felt his pleasure increasing almost painfully. The louder Billy moaned, the more you and her wrestled for his dick, both wanting to be the one to make him come.
You stopped fighting her and sat back on your heels glaring at her sucking him hungrily. A curious and dark urge filled your mind and you bit your lip, smirking wickedly. The thoughts had you feel something like arousal, like desire. You gripped her hair roughly and pushed her head down. You felt an overwhelming satisfaction at seeing her choke over his dick and you kept her head there for a few more seconds as she started to whimper. Billy's eyes almost rolled back as he gasped, lewd moans spewing from his lips at the feeling and he tried his hardest to not just cum down the girl's pretty little throat. 
You yanked her head back off his dick and chuckled darkly at her face.
"Oh? I'm sorry! For a second there I thought you weren't grateful to have his cock down your throat!" You said to her mockingly, enjoying controlling and dominating her. You considered letting go of her hair, your head tilted to one side with a little pout as she coughed and gasped. Billy's eyes widened, lips parting as he looked from you to the girl. He had no idea what the hell had gotten into you but he fucking loved it. You looked up at Billy for his thoughts like you were asking him about the weather and not about you forcing his dick down the girl's windpipe. You were about to open your mouth to spit more venom at her but Billy's stern voice stopped you.
"Now, now, kitten. Be nice. Don't wanna break her before we get to the… big finish," he smirked devilishly, red eyes glinting with arousal and hunger as they darted from you to the girl. His darkness seemed to swirled around you and you smiled, letting go of her hair. He had reminded you what was coming for her in the end and it soothed your possessiveness and bitter jealousy for the girl. You laid down on your back next to him and invited him between your legs by spreading them wide open, caressing your inner thighs. Billy eyes trailed over your body hungrily, his need only stronger since you showed him a peek of your darkness. He hadn't thought you had it in you. A flicker of vicious anger hit you as she took the invite for herself and crawled on top of you. You kissed her back lazily as you kept your attention on Billy appearing behind her.
One hand stroked your leg as the other smoothed up the girl's back softly. He was done waiting now, he was sure his dick might fall off at any second if he didn't get some release. He roughly pushed into the girl with a loud dirty moan, feeling relief sweep through his body at the sensation. The girl whined and moaned, arching back at him and rubbing herself against you at the same time. You were instantly jealous of her, how he picked to fuck her first when your own pussy was not even 3 inches from her. You kept your mouth shut for Billy’s sake, this whole thing was for him after all. It has pleased you, it was great to try new things and new ways to please him too but you were just about done having her around. 
Billy grabbed her hips and started pounding into her harshly. Finally feeling friction made him desperate for his climax and his moans bounced off the walls, mixing with hers as he fucked her senseless. His eyes locked onto yours over the girl's shoulder and he gave you a devilish smirk. There was no way in hell she was gonna be the one to get his cum inside her, no way. You looked at Billy with an evil wicked look in your eyes.
"Tell me, did you compel her to let you feed on her?" You asked curiously, running your hands on her shoulders and neck over you. He slowed down his savage pace with the girl but didn't stop and she whined as she pushed back at him.
"Of course I did. Didn't need her cryin' about it and ruinin' the night," he smirked, giving the girl a particularly harsh thrust that made a keening moan leave her lips. He'd compelled the girl to be a docile little lamb and she'd been a good girl. He'd enjoyed her company. It was almost a shame how the night would end for her. Almost.
"Meh...Shame. I'd have loved to see her frightened little hysterical face," you said almost snarling the last word. Billy couldn't help the dark chuckle at your words. Your blatant jealousy amused him but he was enjoying seeing this darker side of you. You gripped at her hair painfully tight and yanked her head to the side, offering her pearly white neck to him mercilessly. Billy's mouth watered as his eyes darted from her very appealing neck to your face, brows raising at how different you were being.
"I think it's time for a midnight snack, sir." You said, already enjoying seeing him snarl behind her. You were so done, her use had officially expired and the coup de grace of the night was coming.
He groaned, your darkness making the beast inside of him purr as he sunk his fangs into the girl's neck. He started drinking from her greedily, her blood making a wave of pure euphoria wash over him and heighten the pleasure he was feeling as he still thrust into her. He could hear her heart rate slow down quickly as he drank her blood fervently, savoring the taste of her. He kept going until her heart stopped, until there was nothing left. He pulled out of her and carelessly shoved her off you. He did it so roughly that her lifeless body rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud but he paid it no mind. 
You looked back at him kneeling in the middle of the bed and you felt nothing but adoration for him. He was licking his bloody lips clean with a satisfied smug smirk. Although you just saw him feed, drain a girl of all her blood and shrug her off the bed like a lifeless doll, you wanted him. You gave him a wicked smile and he pounced on you, the blood in his system setting him ablaze with feral need as he pushed into you with a loud groan. He forced his fangs to retract so he could kiss you without worrying he'd cut you. His tongue dominated your mouth as he rut into you like a man possessed. You moaned loudly into the hungry and rough kiss. Your hands were all over his body as you caressed and gripped every inch of him. You felt drunk on him, you needed him like you needed air.
“Yes, please. Take me, I’m yours,” you whispered, opening up wider and meeting his thrusts hard.
He rested his forehead on yours as he fucked you, his hand winding around your throat but only applying a small amount of pressure.
"My sweet kitty," he murmured between moans, sounding drunk almost as he lost himself in his haze of pure ecstasy. 
You nodded quickly, looking up into his dark red eyes making soft little moans and gasps over and over. You were so close to a second orgasm your legs shook from the intense build up.
"Such a good girl," he moaned, feeling his release creeping up on him. His pace got harder and faster as he chased it desperately, a hand snaking between you to rub your clit to bring you over the edge first. Your nails dug in the skin of his back as you arched up into him. You let a series of moans so loud it hurt your throat, you came like you were falling down a never ending cliff of pleasure. You felt tears of joy leave the corners of your eyes to disappear in your hair.
He gasped, his whole body tensing up before he let out a guttural moan and he came blindingly hard, spilling himself inside of you. He was sure he'd never cum that hard in his life before and his brain stopped working for a whole minute. You looked up at him with pure adoration. You didn't see him as a monster anymore, his red eyes, his fangs, his thirst for blood, it was all part of him. He was your master, your lover, your everything and pleasing him pleased you greatly. Tears left your eyes as he showered you with attention and praises. He looked ecstatic at the night you planned and gave him. You lived for this. You'd bury twenty other girls if it meant making him this happy and proud with you.
He nuzzled your neck, practically purring as he felt calm and sated and very satisfied. You didn't yet go off him just yet, you wanted to be in his arms like this forever, watching him cum and ride the pleasure you gave him.
He pulled out of you, moving to lay beside you as he turned your face to his. He gave you a lazy grin, feeling more than pleased with you and how the night had gone. You'd surprised him a few times and he was starting to wonder if he was rubbing off on you. It amused him.
"You did good, kitten. I'm proud of you," he murmured with a sweet smile, his fingers sliding up your side softly, his fingertips just kissing your skin. You felt your beaming smile fall slightly, remembering how you didn't follow his order earlier that evening. You felt guilty and unworthy of all his praises suddenly.
"I, uh," you said, licking your lips nervously. You could hide it and never mention it but the thought of not coming clean with it made your skin crawl. He glanced at you curiously, hearing your heart beat change and he raised a brow expectantly for you to continue.
"I-I...I misbehaved earlier," you said without explanation. You looked at him from the corner of our eye wondering if you were about to ruin the night.
"You did?" He asked, confused, wondering how he missed something like that.
"I had a sip of whiskey to calm my nerves when you were gone and you had told me to only get one glass," you said, hanging your head down in shame. Billy suppressed a snort, realisation dawning on him. He thought you were talking about something a lot worse.
"I didn't do it to upset you. I did it because I wanted to calm down, to make sure you’d have a great time like I wanted you to and like you did." You added, brushing a fingertip over his skin.
"Will you forgive me?" You asked him looking up with pleading eyes. He made a show of looking like he was thinking it through. He'd already decided not to punish you for that earlier and he'd already known since he'd tasted it and smelt it on you. But it was only a sip and he knew you were nervous so he'd decided to let it go. And right now he was feeling pretty generous after the night he'd had. He didn't much feel like punishing you.
"I will, but don't do it again, okay?" He asked with a firm look, his fingers tracing circles on your hip.
You nodded and hummed in approval, turning over on your belly.
"Maybe just one smack to make sure?" You proposed biting a finger trying to hold off a giggle at the thought of it. It had been forever since he slapped your ass and it had been an interesting experience. He snorted as he raised a brow, amused at how you wanted to be spanked. His hand palmed one of your ass cheeks as he lay there feeling completely serene. He gave it a quick but harsh smack, a lazy smirk toying on his lips. You moaned and a soft gasp left your lips as you rubbed your hips on the mattress. You bit your lower lip and hummed at the purring pleasure waking up once more. You crawled on top of him and gave him a smirk.
"How about another quick one before I go bury our friend?"
A hand reached up and gripped your jaw, pulling you down for a deep kiss.
"Nope," he drawled against your lips with a devilish smirk.
"You're gettin' greedy. Now go clean up the mess," he grinned wickedly. Just because he was in a particularly good mood didn't mean he'd let you forget your place. Your demeanor had changed so much with him in such a short space of time, and while he was enjoying these new sides to you, there was such a thing as you getting too comfortable with him. He wasn't going to let that happen. You were his pet, not his equal. He wasn't going to reinforce behaviour that would make you more demanding.
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imthepunchlord · 1 year
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Do you think Marinette's mental state would've been better in season 4 if she actually brought a different kwami with her to school alongside Tikki? It certainly would've been interesting the shennigans they would bring (since they're new to everything, most of them), especily since they would bring a different perspective of Marinette's relationships and point of view regarding Hawk Moth.
Of course, that would be if they didn’t behave like a bunch of childreen and had different personalities.
It WOULD be funny if people keep seeing Ladybug using two kwamis at once while Hawk Moth keep getting frustrated (unaware she's doing it to make him make mistakes and lead her to him).
Adrien's throwing hissy fits though while Su-han actually using the staff to try to help Marinette (ya know, being an actual mentor)
Now, I'm going to work off this like the kwamis don't have a child's mentality, as the writers have given that to them... yeah they're no help; which is a shame as they could've been the most fascinating characters in this show, playing off their unique experiences and animal stereotypes and mythology.
But yeah, it would've helped if she had another kwami with her outside Tikki to hear what they have to say. Chances are very good that kwami won't have the same views as Tikki or are able to look upon things with a new perspective and can see how things are where Tikki has become blind to it.
Though any specifics will depend on the kwami.
Ones more chaotic or mischievous like Mullo and Trixx (or should be anyway), should promote her to be more self prioritizing. For Mouse/Rat, it should be about YOUR success over others, and with Fox, it should be ME before others as foxes do what they do for themselves first. It'd honestly be my stance on why trickster based miraculous (Cat, Fox, Mouse, ect.) are pretty popular with Marinette, it is a clash of morals as she's more for others, but that is something she needs to learn, to put herself first, to say no and put down limits/boundaries.
But there could also be some issues to arise with those that should be more duty oriented and diligent, like Stompp and Kaalki. They are tied to hardworking animals that are for servicing others before themselves. They could recognize that Marinette is near her limits, but they could also agree with Tikki's views and stance. At most, their additional miraculous power will help take the heat off of her.
And that's just mentioning a few. It will help overall, but how much will depend on the kwami. Some are more likely to recognize than others that she needs to self-prioritize and let some of that responsibility go as it's literally crushing her.
Honestly, she should have received a 2nd miraculous when she started to regularly see Fu, not just for a boost of power and assistance, but we see in canon that there are no issues for users to use 2 miraculous at the same time. I was actually talking with ML buddies last night and Horse was brought up as the miraculous for her to have received given that would've saved her a lot of time traveling between Fu and whatever situation was going on.
But that's in an ideal world. These writers don't want her to have any help. That's why kwamis, who should have unique wisdom and guidance to share, are reduced to children. Why Fu hardly knows anything about being a Guardian. Why Su-Han was no help when he showed up and is still very absent. Marinette is not allowed to have actual help and guidance, cause Thomas has this idea that suffering = growth. It can never be easy for her.
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koiifiishy · 2 months
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I don't know if I should ask here or on the main blog, but what do you think some of Kou's voice lines would be like(rain, thunder, etc), or his hangout(4-stars vibes sorry)/story quest?
Hello! thank you for this ask ^^ sending it here is okay, no worries. my main is in perpetual shadowrealm timeout (thank you tumblr) so its probably best to send me things on this acc! as for your question, thats a good ask :0c ive vaguely thought about it before but never wrote anything concrete down. i'll throw some random ones out but if you had particular lines you wanted know, please feel free to ask!
also - thank you for waiting so long for this answer :")c i know it was sent sooo long ago. also! i assigned him stephanie sheh as usagi tsukino (sailor moon) for his voice claim :3c if that helps you imagine his voice while saying these lines.
Hello: oh, come on, you already know me! ... fine - i'll tell you again, and this time you better commit it to memory: i! am kou, and i'm not just a nekomata - i'm The nekomata! the best there is! a true yokai! i set fires hotter than the sun, my dancing can raise the very dead, i've feasted upon the FLESH of humans!!! huh? ... no, not recently, you told me not to... i've been behaving!
Rain: y'know, cats and rain don't really mix well together..! can't we go find someplace warm and i dunno - not wet?
Thunder: hey, did you know that if you hold your sword up really high in a thunderstorm, it'll scare away the lightning? it's true, try it!
Favorite Food: chicken! fish! and when you put them on a stick, doesn't it make it more fun to eat? but really, i'm not all that picky - so give me lots of treats, okay~?!
Least Favorite Food: it's not that i don't like it exactly... but i just can't stomach it, y'know. what am i talking about? alcohol! i can't stand it! ugh, not even a cup in and i'm snoozing away, belly up, for all the world to see my fur! it's so undignified... hey, you're not thinking of using this against me, are you...
About 1: hm? what do you wanna know that i haven't already told you? i'm not holding anything back y'know, i just can't remember some things... but you're gonna help me with that, right? you promised!
Memories: sometimes... i get this feeling like i've lost something. something really important, that i shouldn't have misplaced - but when i try to check myself, it's like, i know that it's not just some thing like my clothes or my bracers. it's more important than that... i'm missing something special.
About Paimon: hmph... you know that gnat better than anyone, so why ask me. ... uuugh - i'll stop calling her a gnat when she stops hovering around my head and buzzing in my ears all the time! what - no! i don't hate her. . . i'm just the better companion, obviously. you think so too, right? ...RIGHT???
About Traveler: aaw, do you need a little praise? c'mere, i'll pat your head for you~ hehe. ... i never did thank you, did i. so much has happened between me waking up and now. all of the adventures we've been on together and the people we've met... and the things we've seen and done... i may not always say it, but i am appreciative to be here; by your side, as your friend. ...it's okay, if you need someone to lean on. stay here a little while longer, let me brush your hair...
as for his story quest or hang out (i could see him having either, but i think he'd most likely have a story quest instead of a hangout! nothing too long, but since he's the traveler's second companion a hangout event seems a little redundant - they're usually 'hanging out'! lol) i've thought about it off and on and i think it'd just be a one part quest; he doesn't remember much of his past besides vague things, so it'd probably deal with him regaining those memories.
i imagine that, fitting into a canon game timeline, he'd of regained most of his memories post-chasm yaksha event. that would've triggered a lot of his memories to come back, since the chasm is where a very significant struggle in his past took place. he's an old cat lol. if not at this time though, i can for sure see him regaining all of his memories in the sumeru archon quest line, since memory and timelines are such a big thing there. by the desert and fontaine's storylines, kou has for sure gained all of his memories and i think he'd of had a character quest by then.
i don't have anything concrete, but having him run off for a longer time than the traveler is used to having him be gone would probably be the push for them to find him/the beginning of that quest. something like paimon stating "it's been a while since kou's been around, hasn't it? where did that cat run off to now?!" and prompting the traveler to asking around if anyone's seen him (probs in liyue). little search quest, finding clues while running around liyue. find some clues at the cave that they originally found him in, maybe use elemental sight to see that he's been there recently. follow that out and find kou? something like that!
i dont think i've really written in depth on this blog about kou's background. or like. anything LMAO,,, i just share silly art that i make of him. but his story quest would be very melancholy. tl;dr, he's a nekomata originally from inazuma who was tricked into servitude and was the mochizuki clan's property (assassin? "political helper" lol??) for a few generations until towa. towa stole him away from inazuma and they went to mainland teyvat, mostly traveling mondstadt, liyue, and some of sumeru; focused on liyue though. the cataclysm happens, towa is a healer and good soul and volunteers his help; kou of course sticks by his side and fights that good fight. but towa saw how much it took out of everyone, and how even those that weren't humans couldn't handle this much fighting and suffering; towa didn't want kou's entire life to be spent fighting for others, and decided to use a bit of underhanded trickery himself, to seal kou away.
it was "for his own good", but that doesn't change that kou felt betrayed by it. he was prepared to die and would have welcomed it, if he could have perished protecting towa. he hadn't been fighting for liyue, or for the 'greater good', he'd only been fighting for towa - his "special person". that's who he was forgetting and what he felt he'd lost after waking up, and he only got vague feelings and splintered memories of happier times with him. his story quest would definitely focus on him remembering towa and the events that led up to his sealing and the betrayal he felt by it, and the pain of losing towa not only once but remembering it all over again and feeling like he'd lost him a second time.
like any good quest, there needs to be a fight >:3c which i think he'd be the boss of his own quest, with the traveler fighting him. they fought him once before when he had just woken up in modern teyvat, but by this time i think with him a lot more lucid (even if he's in emotional turmoil) they wouldn't be able to overpower him like they had before. i think it'd be a scripted end to the fight, where kou's pinned the traveler down or something but instead of finishing them off, the traveler feels tears hit their face; straddled over them, kou's chest heaved with sobs. his red eyes shone like rubies through his tears, his mouth twisted into a pained grimace. though his metal claws was poised to strike, the traveler forgot about any imminent danger to themself ; in that moment, all they could feel was a resounding sadness. something like that - kou yelling that he can't handle being left again. he doesn't want to lose the traveler like he lost towa. eventually they're going to leave, when they reunite with their sibling, right? cue traveler consoling him and calming him down, AND A HUG there needs to be a hug after all that.
as is the way, there's of course that moment after the quest where kou's just standing someplace outlooking the scenery wistfully. no further dialog from him, just one of those "he looks like he needs a minute to himself..." traveler inner thoughts pop up.
or something along those lines lol! thanks for the questions :>
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itsmalachitenow · 7 months
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🐞 - What makes your f/o squirm?, 🐣 - How does your f/o feel about babies/children? (In general), and 🐯 - What’s your f/o’s favorite animal? for Mad Mod!
OOOH, GOOD QUESTIONS, ANON, GOOD QUESTIONS!
🐞 - What makes your f/o squirm?
I think Mod despises rot and decay, specifically having to touch it. Finding mold on his food is the quickest way to ruin his day. I also think he washes his dishes immediately after he uses them, because having to do an entire sink full of dirty dishes is a nightmare. He and Lyric have that in common.
🐣 - How does your f/o feel about babies/children? (In general)
NOW THIS IS A COMPLICATED ONE. I think he very much has the YOU YOUNG PEOPLE TODAY DON'T KNOW HOW TO BEHAVE attitude, but in reality, he doesn't like anyone not showing him respect he feels he's owed. He's lived this long, he's so much older, and he deserves it! Whether or not he himself was respectful of his own elders when he was a young adult isn't relevant here!
That being said, I don't think he out and out hates children, even if he's not the biggest fan of them. Sure, they're messy, noisy, and bratty, but if they know how to behave in polite company, what's the problem? I think you can chalk up part of that mindset to his own childhood, where kids were expected to be mini adults past a certain age.
🐯 - What’s your f/o’s favorite animal?
It's gotta be birds. Of course it would be, when he's such a peacock! I think if he could choose a pet to keep, it'd be some kind of bird. Dogs are too high maintenance, and cats shed and get fur everywhere (not ideal when you're a fashion designer!). But birds are colorful, you can train them, and they sing. I could definitely see him keeping a budgie or something.
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siriannatan · 1 year
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“Does this look like a good f*** morning to you?” - Jimmy and Scott
Just a fast little idea I had :}
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"Hallo? Anyone home?" Scott called out as soon as he landed in the Tumble Town. He was mildly surprised the toy room walls were gone. Jimmy usually didn't bother arguing with people and Pix really insisted they stay as part of history. But in all honesty, them vanishing could have just been a Jimmy thing. Like all fires turning red. And dark mist rolled about the place close to the ground. And the town being just a bit ruined. Nothing too obvious. Just like the shadows of all the cats not quite behaving like shadows should and said cats vanishing and appearing in different spots.
"What do you want," came Jimmy's gruff voice from not quite a specific spot.
"Good morning to you too, sheriff," Scott chuckled and dropped his human disguise. It mostly meant that various crystals were poking out of him. Some forming horns and knocking his hat almost off. Some into a tail, slowly moving through the fog. Jimmy could see through it with ease anyway.
“Does this look like a good fucking morning to you?” Jimmy asked, suddenly appearing in front of Scott. He looked angry but not at the demon in front of him. At something else.
"Well, you pretty much have no shirt on so it is good for me," Scott shrugged. For all the power the 'Sheriff' had, he could not harm Scott in any meaningful way.
"The Lantern's back. You know what that means," Jimmy huffed and raised his left arm to show Scott a silver lantern with red flame, attached to a similarly silver chain wrapped around his arm. "Something or someone broke the seal... Could be that the accursed sun god Gem worships. Could be something else annoyed with anyone else but she's the first one coming to mind. She named not a god a god. And then broke her rules. She killed me. Her gods do not like that. It.... it did something." Jimmy rambled and waved the lantern about.
"And it's bad because?" Scott hummed. He was kind of bored of listening to Jimmy complain about having to limit himself. If he wasn't pleasant to look at Scott would have tried to turn him into crystals ages ago. How did the damned lamp ever decide he was a good person was beyond him. "Don't you always complain about how bad everyone is?"
"I do, but that's when I don't have to deal with this thing dragging me to animated remnants of a greater evil," Jimmy huffed and raised the lantern to look at Scott through it. "Still not evil by the way."
Scott hummed, pleased with himself. "What do you think it'd say about Gem?" the demon wondered with a mischievous smirk.
"We can go and see, I'll have to go and check everyone anyway," Jimmy shrugged and jangled the lantern a bit. "Unless it detects some remnants I have to deal with," he sighed.
"A trip with a handsome man? How can I say no to that," Scott chuckled and earned himself a light punch to the shoulder.
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i see your idea and i raise you:
both
seth makes pumpkin eat both the old fingie and the new one.
why does seth have to take a new finger? cruelty thats why.
today i woke up and chose violence against pumpkin
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so this took seven thousand years as well and i didnt even tick all the boxes- sorry
trigger warnings: forced autocannibalism, humiliation, dehumanization, pet whump, conditioning, manipulation, gore, blood, restrained, emeto, crying, begging, cutting off a finger, wishing for death
"What do you say we cut off another one?" Seth slammed Pumpkin's hand down, flat against the table. The poor thing was wailing, barely coherent in their begging to be let off the hook. They'd already lost a finger, they'd been tricked into eating it later, they did not want any more of that experience.
"P-Please, please, Sir, no, please, please don't, don't do this, please, it hurts so much, please..." They struggled weakly against their owner's hold on their wrist, but ultimately they were helpless to stop themself getting strapped down once more. "I'll do anything, anything, please!"
Seth grabbed them roughly by the face, his fingers digging into Pumpkin's delicate skin. It was going to bruise later. "Anything? Yeah? Well, I want this. So why don't you shut that mouth of yours and behave?"
"I b-behaved last t-time," they stammered, all the defiance evaporating from their body now that Seth was so close, and so intimidating. "Please, I behaved, Sir, p-please... n-not again..."
"Pumpkin... Dear, stupid little Pumpkin..." Seth smiled, without an ounce of happiness, rather out of amusement and condescension. "Do you really think that behaving once gets you a get out of jail for free card? Or that once I've done something to you, I'll never ever do it again?" He let them go and knocked on their head a few times, his underlying annoyance apparent by the way the knocks hurt more with each one. "It's fucking hollow, isn't it?"
Pumpkin bit their lip and looked away, both too afraid and ashamed to keep arguing. They didn't want to lose another finger. They'd never wanted to lose one at all, it was too far, too permanent, too terrifying, but still, they'd let Seth do it. And now he wanted to do it again.
"Well, I guess that was a little rude." They blinked away the tears, cautiously glancing up at Seth. Was he... apologizing? That had never happened before. "I got overexcited to do this," they continued, running a hand through their hair. "But really, I shouldn't forget that the whole reason I'm able to is because you made good on your promise and came here."
Pumpkin's eyes lit up, the smidgen of acknowledgement making their heart beat even faster than the knife in Seth's hand. "I, I'm s-sorry, I- it wasn't rude, y-you're right, I should've... I should've never questioned you, Sir, I'm sorry... I, I came here to- to let you do whatever you wanted, r-right? So... so it really didn't make sense..."
Seth couldn't have stifled the Cheshire cat grin if he wanted, it was all just too easy. "Don't worry about it. Let's get this over with and forget about the rest."
Except that was as much of a lie as anything else coming out of his mouth. Because as soon as that finger was severed, as soon as Pumpkin began to hope it'd be all over, Seth got another idea. Because apparently it wasn't enough to replicate that part, he wanted to replicate the aftermath. Make it even worse.
"Wanna try it raw this time?" He picked up the bloody finger like it was an average, everyday object, grinning at their already shocked and freaked out pet. "I know I ground and cooked it last time, but really, I'm curious as to what it's like without all that."
"No, no no no no no no no, please, please, you said-"
"And you said you came here to let me do whatever I wanted."
Pumpkin looked horrified, rightfully so. Even the remaining colour drained from their face at Seth's completely serious and expectant expression, because they couldn't, they couldn't do that. That was disgusting, repulsive, they couldn't, couldn't put that in their mouth, there was no way, they couldn't-
The sounds became distorted and muffled as they kept fixating on the bloody mess in Seth's hand. They suddenly felt dizzy. It might've been the blood loss, or maybe the experience itself, they couldn't tell. They somehow managed not to throw up immediately as they touched it - when did they reach for it? - taking one last look at Seth's blurry face for confirmation through the curtain of tears.
They really were holding their own severed finger. It didn't feel all that weird, it felt like a prop, like it was all fake and the blood was nothing but strawberry jam from their dead grandma's kitchen cabinet. She had scolded them so much for taking it and using it as fake blood back in the day, she'd said it was wholly inappropriate and a horrible waste of food.
Strawberry jam.
Chewy.
Their teeth hit something hard.
They couldn't do it.
Pumpkin threw the severed digit on the ground and threw up, their head pounding so bad they thought they were going to pass out. The room was spinning, all they wanted to do was fall off the chair and hit their stupid, empty head hard enough on the concrete to never wake up again, but with their wrist still secured to the table, that was unlikely to happen.
Seth said something, it sounded like an order, but they couldn't make it out. They were slapped once, twice, but his face just wouldn't come into focus, and the memory of that thing in their mouth was too vivid, they couldn't cover their mouth before they threw up all over him.
Even with the one remaining thread that was connecting them to reality, they could tell that was a bad move; still, the fear was toned down, like someone had dialed it down with the rest of their thoughts and emotions.
A heavy thud, distant ringing in their ears, and everything went black.
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trashcanfanfics · 2 years
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if rqs are still open what would the overlords do with a kinda bratty, stubborn, "if you inconvenience me I'll push your drink off the table :) " nb s/o? like would they tolerate it?? would they 'punish'(spanking😳) them?? or just go along with it and be all like "yes dear, how dare that rando look at you funny, from all the way across the street"
Wouldn't really know what being a brat is like tbh but!!
Alastor:
*Honestly he's very petty so if he did something that got you miffed and you did something to miff him back, he'd return it until it's like a whole war
*If a random person inconvenienced you, they basically inconvenienced him so he'd take it personal and probs kill them
*If you go too far though, like maybe hide the spices, he'd give you the silent treatment until you annoy him too much or apologize (and give back the spices)
*"Darling? Why is my coffee in the fridge?" "You left your shoes in the walkway and I tripped on them"
Rosie:
*Goodness fuckin gracious, please do not
*Like she'd just be bending over backwards to fix whatever happened
*Doesn't punish you if you knock over her cup, well, not by spanking you
*Decides that if you want to behave like a cat, you get treated like one (spray bottle of water)
*If someone else pissed you off, she'd handle it
*Would absolutely go along with it but tell you when you're being ridiculous
Valentino:
*Would punish you if you inconvenienced him
*Like sexually or with stern words (you'd call him father instead of daddy in these moments and he hates it)
*If the inconvenience was someone else and you said something to him it'd be gone within the next few days
*Spanks you when you get too "bad" and usually leads to kinky sex
*"Dammit Y/n!! That was my favorite mug!!" "I stubbed my toe so you need to feel my wrath"
Velvet:
*Is confused why you'd be crushing all the chip bags to just leave tiny crumbs but like just let's you cope however you want
*"That guy looked at you funny?? Brb" (stabbing ensues)
*Honestly thinks it's funny when you get petty and bratty
*If you whine or whatever or annoy her she just kisses you to shut you up (usually with a lot of tongue)
Vox:
*Will actually get mad
*"What the fuck, doll??" "My earbuds broke" "HOW DOES THAT EQUAL TO TAKING ALL THE COUCH CUSHIONS??"
*Will kill whatever made you upset and also be careful to keep an eye out for your moods to make sure nothing is missing or broken when you decide to do something about it
*Does think it's funny when you get fucked over in your own traps tho
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theangryjikooker · 2 years
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I came across the interview where the boys were asked who's good with the ladies and almost every one pointed to jungkook.
This kind of invalidates the theory among armies/jikookers (who believes it) that jungkook is a scarry cat in front of girls. I think that theory came up because of the initial rookie shows they did? Because technically if I see, JK is quite comfortable around girls. There are pics of his female hairdresser, make-up artist and he's all snuggled up and that's cute. I'm not trying to make it malignant. Girl and a boy should have that comfort level, I feel.
Now to the interview question, I don't know if the members understood it correctly but as an international audience I think that question was asked on the basis of dating/possible relationship/someone who can charm the girls/flirt and all that? And if members understood it correctly that would mean they might have seen jungkook behaving / being that way with the ladies (on occasion)? And if jikook are/were in committed relationship , I really don't think that was an appropriate answer.
On the other hand I feel they understood the question some other way. Like who's more famous among armies and no doubt jungkook is the famous one out of all in the world. (I find JM the most handsome and beautiful personally 😉) I do think it's armies part coz let's be honest most of the time they answer questions keeping army in their mind. And so jungkook was the automatic answer?
And the part where jikookers say jimin looked uncomfortable, it could be because of any of the one reason. The jungkook potential partner or why wasn't his name taken?
I don't know if I made sense in the ask but I would love to hear your views. Also it's been a long time, where are you? And how are you?
I'm the 70-30% anon from a long time back. 🤗
Hello, 70-30 anon, long time no see!
Sorry my reply is so late! Things are pretty quiet on the Jikook front, so I've kind of pushed this on the back burner. Everything is good, Twitter is a dumpster fire again because everyone is showing their anti-JM colors, which pisses me off, so I'm also avoiding it like the plague.
I think I know which interview you mean, and I think the boys understood what the question meant. That said, I think some Jkkrs had this idea of Jungkook when he was really young and when he was really shy, and they carried along that perception of him even as he got older. And the thing about being "good" with the opposite sex--anyone can answer that in a multitude of ways. It doesn't necessarily mean Jungkook is actively charming ladies left and right; like you said, they might have interpreted it to mean who's the most popular, which is Jungkook, and that's a completely valid answer. It was very much a fluffy question, though, so I didn't put any stock in it even if we were to hypothetically say Jikook were dating at that time. Given their profession, especially in their earlier years, there's sometimes a sense of obligation to answer fishing questions that appeals to a mass audience, regardless of their actual relationship status.
All that aside, Jungkook's confidence has skyrocketed since his youth. I wouldn't be surprised if he's "good" with women (or men) these days, but I don't know too much about his relationships with women to say that this is a fact, or whether or not he engages with them romantically because that's not my place to make that call. It's unfortunate that the boys aren't "allowed" to interact with women without consequences because it'd be a really interesting point of comparison. (I don't think people want to hear this, but there is this one video I saw of Jungkook who looked dazzled by a woman who was reportedly an employee at an event. And it wasn't a one-off glance; his gaze, coupled with a fond ass smile, was glued to her as she was doing something up in the stands/seats/whatever it was. Maybe he was amused by her? But that was probably the most blatant, positive "engagement" I've seen from him in relation to the opposite sex.)
I'm not here to dispute Jikook or say that Jungkook's straight because again, I can't say that any of that is true one way or another. I don't know them. But I'd be a hypocrite if I ignored all kinds of evidence just because it doesn't align with my Jikook agenda. I'm saying that's what I saw, but do I think Jikook is any less possible because of it? No. But I also don't think Jkkrs should be making judgment calls about how Jungkook is around women because none of us personally know him.
I think I went on a tangent. Sorry if I didn't quite get to the root of your question, anon! Feel free to drop by again and correct me. :)
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For the Ghosts Ask Game!! 2, 8, 15, 23, 28 [Julian], 41 & 44 [Thomas] <3 <3 <3
2. If you could see the ghosts like Alison, which one do you think would come the closest to making you want to leave the house?
I'm so sorry but it would be Thomas and Kitty. The ghosts are all clingy in their own way but these two are clingy in a way that would genuinely make me go insane. I need my SPACE and I despise anyone forming a romantic attachment to me.
Obviously Julian is awful but I've known/lived with people who are awful in a similar way and I think I could cope. Just give him something to do and leave him be. and it's like. yeah he's got terrible political opinions, but he's dead, so it's not like he can fucking do anything with them. I think Robin might be the third most annoying to live with because I do not appreciate being jump scared, he'd probably give me a full on panic attack or something :| but then again, if it REALLY upset me, he'd probably stop, whereas some of the others are not quite as empathetic. hmm
8. Which ghost do you think you'd get along with the best?
Patrick!!!! I think his eternal chipperness might grate on me but not too much. I also think he'd be quite fun to wind up good-naturedly, y'know. I know I just said Robin for the other answer but also Robin for this answer? he's a sweet boy
15. If you could go back in time and live in the house/on the property at the same time as one of the ghosts when they were alive, who would you pick?
this is so tough because I LOVE history but all of the ghosts' encounters with the house are a bit unpleasant. like I would love to go back to the 90s, but Julian's specific 90s?! Nein, danke. Regency, tempting, if only for the poets, but if I'm stuck at Button House I won't get to meet any of them. I think it'd probably weirdly be Fanny because mid to late 1800s is just very inchresting to me. I'd probably end up being one of her bloody maids or something, though, which would not be very fun. I'm changing my answer to Robin because I'm very curious about when he's from and what it was like :)
23. What is something you're hoping to see in a future series, but know we probably WON'T get to see?
I honestly can't think of much, I feel like they'll show us everything we should see, and not show us everything we shouldn't see. Obviously Cap's death is very interesting to me. I would also very much like to see Robin's life and Mary's life? We don't know anything about their partners/children/etc.!
28. Top 5 headcanons for Julian?
Erm. oh boy. y'know this is tough because there's a version of him that lives in my head who is so divorced from the real Julian that it's not really headcanons it's just complete fabrication. and yet it's also all correct and true so here goes :)
- If, IF -- he's not, but if -- he were remotely not straight, he'd be more repressed about it than the Captain, I think. I do buy it when people write him as being so sexually liberated that he's not embarrassed about having had gay experiences or whatever, but also... if he's from a very conservative background, he's going to have Issues there. I have known gay tories and they are a little fucked up.
- He and Margot were swingers and if it weren't for having a baby their marriage might have survived?
- He and Cap are close because they have a sort of public school boy camaraderie, Julian very much has the vibe of leading the very well-behaved boy astray which I think he enjoys a LOT.
- Rich but not like old money rich, y'know. Very new money, very flashy, very ostentatious. Very tacky.
- Has absolutely done everything he professes to have done, but also the laziest person in the world when it comes to sex, so he's never done anything that required much effort on his part.
41. Let's settle this once and for all. Who's the real leader, the Captain or Pat?
Neither, there is no leader, there's just Alison herding ghosts like cats and before that they were all just semi-feral cats
44. Tell me a song you think Thomas would like, or a song that reminds you of them!
This is cheating but I do have a Thomas playlist that's 80% Smiths songs. This one by Moz is especially Thomas-y, but also Half a Person and Cemetery Gates and The More You Ignore Me... Thomas is MUCH more a Smiths person than he is Cure person but I imagine they could not get the rights to a Smiths song for the show lmao.
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juminsmysticmc · 5 years
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I'm so glad you've opened up your requests again! I love reading your stuff! If it's not to much, could you please write about how Jumin would react to MC already having a sweet little tabby cat? I think it'd be interesting considering how he has such a fancy pure bred while she'd have a "commoner's" cat.
Jumin’s reaction about Mc having a tappy cat
Hahah yeah, they were closed for quite a long time, right? I‘m thankful that you like reading my stuff ❤️ lol the commoner‘s cat made me laugh. But here you are! Enjoy! 
Ps. I had a tabby cat too, RIP Goofy 🙃 
The two of you were so happy, you could finally move in together! A dream came true for your husband, Jumin Han. He loved you so much and wanted you to stay by his side for a long long time. Although he was really surprised to see that you brought cat‘s food and a little bed. He wondered and wanted to ask you why you would buy this stuff. Elizabeth only eats the best food. But then he stopped himself when he saw you carrying a little baby cat. A tabby baby cat. He was a bit shocked but this picture was so cute to be honest….,,Mc, who is this cat…?’’ he asked you and looked at the brown black cat which laid in your arms. ,,Jumin, this is my baby cat, Hamilton. My Cat gave birth to a few babies but died afterwards and so I had to give up on the other three cats but I took him with me.’’ you told him. Jumin looked at you ,,So it’s a him….?’’ he asked you and looked where his cat was. ,,Yes. Don’t worry. He is sterilized, beside, he is way too little.’’ you laughed.Well, Jumin loved to hear your lauhter but he didn’t think that having two cats was that funny. ,,Don’t you want him?’’ you asked him as you saw his impression. ,,Well….I don’t have anything against it but…..is this food okay?’’ he asked you. You didn’t knew what he meant and so he told you ,,What if Elizabeth eats the food? Will she be ill becauseof a commoner’s cat food?’’ he asked you. Wait, was your husband serious right now? 
,,Jumin, please don’t tell me….’’ you mumbled but gave up. You had to move in the other things. A few weeks passed and you noticed, Jumin was totally different to Hamilton than to Elizabeth. You could somehow understand this but you were a bit hurt by his actions. Every time when he stroked your cat, he went to wash his hands just to stroke his cat again and then go to work. Was he disgusted by your cat? And why had ,,his’’ cat to sleep somewhere else than ,,your’’ cat? And so it came that the two of you actually had your first discussion as a married couple. 
,,AM I DISGUSTING TO YOU?!’’ you asked him with tears in your eyes. Of course your husband was hurt by your words but he also hated to see you like that. ,,No, of course you’re not. You’re my wife I love you so much. I love everything about you…’’ he mumbled. ,,Then, explain me…Jumin. What’s wrong with my cat?’’ you asked him. He was puzzled. ,,Is he ill? Will Elizabeth become ill too?’’ he asked you scared since he didn’t understand that this was a question about his behavior. ,,AHHH!’’ you groaned and turned around but then he took your hand. He wanted you to explain him your problem and so you told him. He now understood why you were that hurt by him. ,,I will try my best…’’ he mumbled. And really, since that day your cat got more presents. Of course Jumin tried to not behave differently. And you were happy that your cat had a good house after all. 
06.03.’19// 21:37 MEST
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awed-frog · 7 years
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I was the one asking about Crowley/Gavin relationship. I hope I am not annoying I know it's Buckhelming but it's still canon so maybe he was meeting him, or at least letting Gavin know that he was there but couldn't spent much time with him bc it's dangerous and when Crowley started with the whole Lucifer revenge he thought it'd be wiser if he kept his distance and when the W tells Gavin that he's "sick", he may have thought that that has something to do with why he wasn't visiting him anymore
You’re not annoying, don’t worry! And we’ll probably never know, but personally I don’t think Crowley spent much time with Gavin at all. I mean - what I like so much about the character - but, again: this is just my opinion, and I know some people find his storyline boring and repetitive - is how they’re managing to describe his - I don’t know - his demonhood? Normally, I’d say supernatural characters are amoral, because they simply don’t understand, or respond to, human morality. The best example I must have mentioned a thousand times is the Gentleman with the Thistledown Hair, from Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell -
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- who, of course, does commit a long series of horrific acts, but at the same time - there’s a cat-like insouciance to him - a lack of interest or, even empathy, as to the effect of those acts, so it’s hard to see him as a villain, exactly. He’s a fairy, and the truth is, he moves according to a completely different logic. The same is true - again, personal view - of angels and gods in Supernatural (or, at least, that’s my headcanon: sometimes they’re written a bit lazily) - but demons - that’s different, isn’t it, because demons used to be human, and yet no longer have a human soul. Where does that leave them?
(And here, by the way, we could open that whole debate about how hard Sam and Dean try to save those human beings who’ve lost their souls versus how little they care about demons. Is there really a moral difference between the two things? And if demons become demons through torture and shredding of their souls, then what is left, exactly? What are they even made of? And how can they be reformed? Can souls - grow back? Are they stored somewhere, even ones as maimed and broken as the King of Hell’s?)
And Crowley, I think he’s a beautiful character in these contradictions. Even as he moves closer and closer to the ‘good side’, he’s still unashamedly himself - he clearly relishes in inflicting pain under certain circumstances, and even killing, and he generally doesn’t give a damn about people’s lives, and he seems to do all he does out of either boredom or a need to keep himself safe. 
(Yes, that’s another cat image, but cats - there’s a reason if they’ve been connected so deeply to supernatural stuff for millennia. They are, perhaps, the clearest and most interesting and accessible example of utter ‘otherness’ we have at our disposal as human beings, after all.)
In this sense, I don’t think Gavin would have been interesting enough for him to get to know. Look at the contrast with Cas: Cas loves Dean, and that’s why he tries to model his behaviour after Dean’s; Crowley also loves Dean, in his own way, but he lacks both the will and the toolkit to act like Dean, whose selflessness and empathy and boundless capacity to love Crowley doesn’t really understand, and so - sure - he may have thought about reconciling with Gavin, and even Rowena, simply because that’s what Dean would have done (and, by the way, we’ll see what price Dean will pay for his determination to love his family no matter what later this season, I think), but his heart was never really in it. As much as he understands, and exploits, human nature, Crowley trades in measurable things, not feelings. A relationship with another person - that’s the definition of something you can never fully control, no matter how hard you try, and that’s why I don’t think it would have appealed to Crowley to try and build one with Gavin. After all, we saw what happened even with Dean - this person Crowley was absolutely smitten with, and wanted by his side at any cost, and had been courting for years and years - when Dean stopped behaving in the way he was ‘expected’ to, Crowley cut him loose.
Ultimately, though, I don’t know. It’s a sad mess, really.
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