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undercover-marshmallow · 2 months

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For a few moments, all Adam could do was stare numbly as the crimson liquid traced a thin line down the side of his finger, forming small droplets on the edge of his knuckle.

Was that... blood? his brain wondered.

Not knowing what else to do, he licked it. Yep, definitely blood. But whose blood? Where did it come from? He was the only one in the kitchen, and he would have noticed if someone had started to bleed all over him.

So where did it...

The realisation hit him like a hammer to the gut. He felt his legs give way under him and next thing he knew he was on the floor, his bleeding finger still held up as if he was pointing an accusation at the sky.

Red blood. He knew what that meant. Everyone did. Angels' blood was golden, hellspawn bled black, and red was for - red was for -

'Demons'. The word echoed through his mind like a wicked laugh.

Adam suddenly felt old.

Just how many millennia had it been since Eden? Could he even remember? He scrunched up his eyes tight in concentration but he knew it was useless. He'd given up counting long ago.

How many of those years had been spent killing, he wondered. How many lives had ended at the edge of his blade? How much blood had he spilled? Sinners' blood. Red blood. Red like his.

He was one of them now. The first human, the once-proud leader of one of the mightiest forces in Heaven, was now just another cursed soul in a land bursting with them.

"Dammit!" he yelled, slamming a fist into the side of the counter he was sitting against.

The counter shook, there was a hum of something rolling across the top, and then with a thud it landed neatly in Adam's lap. It was a single, bright red apple.

Adam felt a smile begin to creep across his face and then, unable to help himself, he burst out laughing.

"Oh I see, is that how it is?" he said to the empty room.

With a grunt he pushed himself back up to his feet and waved the apple to the sky.

"Let me guess," he said, still laughing so hard his sides were beginning to hurt. "This is another one of your tests, huh?"

He was in absolute hysterics now, the tears streaming down his cheeks and blurring his vision.

"Just another test, right? This is some cryptic vision, or prophecy of the future, or... or part of your big, cosmic plan, that totally exists."

The laughter died down as suddenly as it arrived. In its place came anger, an anger so hot that it threatened to burn Adam from the inside out.

"Well you know what?" he hissed. "I am done playing your stupid fucking games."

He glared up at the ceiling, as if his anger was enough to pierce the heavens above.

"I did everything you asked, didn't I? I followed your rules, I looked after the garden, I did what you told me to."

A dam had been burst and now there was no stopping the words that raged out Adam's mouth.

"And don't bring up that fucking tree, you manipulative piece of shit. You knew we'd eat it eventually, didn't you? You don't dangle something like that in front of your kids and expect them not to try. No, you knew exactly what you were doing!"

He hurled the apple he was still holding against the wall as hard as he could, and grunted in satisfaction as it exploded in a pulpy mess.

"Oh but that wasn't enough for you was it, you sick freak? You then had to go and act all high and mighty, like you hadn't planned all of this from the beginning. You took everything from me, do you hear? Fucking everything!

"You took Lilith, you took Eve, you took our home, you even took my fucking kids! What else could you possibly want with me, huh? What else do I have to lose before it's enough?"

Silence.

"Well?" he yelled. "What's the matter? You too scared to even look me in the eye, you chickenshit?"

Silence.

"Answer me, you coward!"

Silence.

Adam fell to his knees once more and buried his head in his hands. Before long, the sound of muffled sobs could be heard through his fingers.

"Please," he begged. "Please, just tell me what you want. That's all I'm asking. Just tell me what I have to do."

Silence.

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Inspired by this comic by @rius-cave

#adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #long reads

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echantedtoon · 8 days

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HxH Oneshot

Illumi x Fem reader. It's my literal first ever time trying to write for this guy so he's probably ooc here. Shout-out to @bwabys-scenarios for getting me interested in this guy.

If someone had told him a couple months ago that he would fall in love with the MOST unlikely girl that had ever graced his life...He'd have told you to never speak such nonsense to him again, probably would have scoffed, told them they were insane, and dismissed it from memory bank forever. Him, a driven force, a killer even, with a girl like her?? HA! What nonsense...

Or was it?

Not to him right now it wasn't as she kissed him and held his hands and he found himself not fighting against it. What was wrong with him!?

It felt like a two part problem in his mind. On one hand it was as if he was betraying his loyalty to his duties and everything that it stood for, for falling for such a girl. While on the other hand it was a betrayal of his own emotions for denying his affection for her in the first place. He grew weaker by the day, losing sleep over his inner turmoil. It wasn't long before people started to notice, dark circles appearing under his eyes and his usual scowl deepening as his mood worsened. No one dared to actually ask him what was the matter, but he could feel their concerned stares and worried glances. Even so, he held out, pushing thoughts of her away as he tried to go on with his life. Just ignore her, he told himself. He would feel better once he forgot about her. But no matter what she wouldn't leave his mind or him alone. Oh WHY did he have to be plague his existence. He once tried yelling at her to just GO AWAY!! To leave him alone because she didn't need to be anywhere near him....It ended up with him breaking down in the middle of the hallway crying and all those sleepless nights catching up to him finally. His acts were slipping, he was acting like a baby, and it was ALL her fault. She wouldn't listen and go away like some stalker. After that he had passed out from his yelling fit and woken up in her lap due to exhaustion.....And to her crying and holding his hand. Ironic wasn't it.

And he made a noble effort to ever forget about that incident, but it was all for naught.

He reached his tipping point about a month into his rejection to the monster. He was exhausted, eyes sore and bloodshot, and his work still wavering concerning all their superiors. Lost in his thoughts on the way to lunch, he heard a single word. His name. That made him stop in his tracks. His head snapping up in recognition, eyes widening. No! Not her! Not now! The last thing he wanted was the taller she demon to back him against the wall and talk her pretty little head off. He felt like he was suffocating. He barely slept for days. He couldn't take it- The voices were becoming so much his head was going to explode-

"Illumi? You don't look so good."

That was the last thing he heard before he passed out for a second time that month. She had carried him. CARRIED HIM!! HIM!! All the way back home filled with worry. Don't ask him why she didn't just leave him there. If the assassin was just found passed out against the wall it would've been less humiliating than a girl to carry him all the way to his bed where he remained when he woke up and numbly laid there as she went off chattering again. He didn't know what he was thinking when he suddenly exploded at her letting everything out. Maybe it was his frustration? The stress and strain he was feeling from her relentless presence? Maybe the days of little to no sleep? His mind zoned out as he mindlessly yelled at her but he certainly wasn't expecting it to end up with her kissing him and him being compliant to her affections. Leaning into her warmth and all around easing the stress he was always. Good grief what did he say? At one point she pulled away and he attempted to kiss her again which ended embarrassingly thanks to his lesser height laying down which ended up with himself missing her lips and pecking her jawline which sent her beautiful face into giggles and the soft hands cupping his already crying and red face rubbed away at the stressful tears.

"You shouldn't beat yourself over like a little crush. I would've been happy to know either way.Oh. Please don't cry."

He wasn't sure why he felt so assured or comforted right now, but for now he leaned into those soft hands holding him up with the pretty angelic face of his relief.

#hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh 1999 #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #hxh illumi #hisoka x illumi #Illumi

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aerkame · 11 months

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Dude I am loving this finfolk au of yours with welcome home! I would love to know more, especially how someone might accidentally end up on the island. Like, does home just send puppets sometimes if they think they'd be a good addition or does Wally leave to play matchmaker if someone feels lonely? Is there an economy where they sell or interact with the mainland? And I wanna know more about how Howdy's poison works and hope to see his full finman form, kinda got a crush on him. Keep doing what you do!

Ehehehe- I decided to use Howdy for anatomy practice today since you like him so much, I'll definitely try to come up with a full form for him tomorrow or this week :)

But it's nice to hear more and more people enjoy this AU! (Anatomy notes and some sketches at the bottom if anyone is curious) I'll answer as much as I can for this ask. Right below this lovely picture.

Usually people don't just end up on the island of Home "by accident". Say that someone were to be on a ship and suddenly a storm forms out of nowhere, sinking what is left and the stranger is carried to Home by a strong current. It's no accident, but it's set up to look like one.

Wally, is usually the one to make storms way out there. He never explains it, but it's already a well known fact that Home probably told him to do this. If not storms though, one or two of the neighbors do leave for the mainland to retrieve the new neighbor. Whether it be by force or deception. Finfolk (much like in Orkney Folklore) are known for kidnapping and deception so it's no surprise that they usually go this route.

However, if a neighbor takes a liking to someone they may take their sweet time on mainland. Disguised as a whole other puppet (they are known to be shapeshifters), they would most likely butter up their darling until it's too late for them to realize what danger they're in. Off to Home they go!

Even if it seems random, there is always a reason why Home might send someone out to retrieve a new neighbor to add. No one will know what reason, but sometimes Wally is the one to set things up as well. And yes, sometimes he will play matchmaker, it makes him smile to see someone in love (even though most finfolk are just borderline obsessed with puppets on mainland). I guess you could call him Cupid The Fish Demon. "That person seemed so sweet...I think Howdy would love them. What do you think Home?"

There is surprisingly somewhat of an economy that they have on the mainland. Like I've stated before, this is a universe where just about any mythical/folklore creature exists. There would of course be a market for all things magical or purposeful. It's pretty much just Howdy on the Mainland that handles his own seafood restaurant, but usually he's away at Home or handling business with an underground potion shop. The restaurant is handled by trusted employees while he's gone (he's like an owner that checks in every once and a while, probably 3 times a month to make sure things are going smoothly).

The majority of his potions are made at Home, the only place he feels his work is safe at. The potions aren't like that of Wally's work or any of the neighbor's, instead he focuses on more deadlier concoctions. Need someone to go into a never ending sleep? He's got a potion for that. Need someone to get mysteriously sick and die over a long period of time? He's got you covered. Most of his ingredients come from exotic and unknown fish native only to the waters surrounding Home. Though sometimes he will use himself for some potions that are non-lethal.

His scales and fur are usually coated in a thin layer of a slick substance. It is a neurotoxin, affecting the nerves and causing a range of symptoms depending on how much is touched or consumed (usually it's worse if you consume it). Most common symptoms are tingling, numbness, burning sensations, paralysis and sometimes loss of consciousness (though it's short unless you really take in a lot of it). He usually uses this in potions that are meant as a sort of tranq or sedative. Some potions made for causing specifically paralysis (he uses other ingredients to make it last a long while.), sleeping death (sleeping, but it outwardly appears like the person is dead when they're not), severe pain, or a potion for a long and painful death.

No matter what he makes, Howdy is proficient in it. He prides himself in his work like no other.

Some Notes

I know it may sound boring to most, but the best way I did this was looking at muscles for a good 30 minutes and drawing out different shapes that look similar to each muscle. A lot of the muscles look like stretched out diamond shapes or oddly shaped pancakes stacked on top of each other. As for the arms, you can use the chain method on them even with Howdy, it's just at an angle.

You should practice on paper first, but if you are struggling with proportions then try it digitally. Select areas (like a limb) that might seem out of place and resize it until the proportions look okay. This way you can learn how to fix the proportions and later hopefully not need to resize anything in the future.

A note for drawing buff dudes is that the muscles tend to stack on each other like misshapen pancakes or balls of dough. It's not exactly an oval or diamond, but it's shape is stretchable and changing. As for the legs, Men tend to have very square-ish hips and more blocky looking thigh muscles.

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liliallowed · 5 months

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This is so frustrating! We reset because sans might have hated and killed Y/N, but even if he doesn't want to kill us he hates us now and is suspicious! We have to find some way to make him like us! I wish we never freed that demon, we should have just done whatever he said from start.

Okay damn that sounded desperate I think I might have gotten Stockholm syndrome from being kidnapped-

you want to make him like you you say?

a familiar voice echoed through your mind... merging with your strange feelings.

"I feel the same. though I have yet to win him over." they giggle, as they tilt their head.

"of course he wouldn't love you you ... you" your throat tightens.

"I... what? took away his freedom and choice? forced him into a corner for my selfish benifit? sounds like what he did to you and yet you LIKE it. don't you? you little freak hehehehe you're like me aren't youuuu? you LIKE HIM TOO DON'T YOU?"

their eyes glistened in the shadows their form flickering in and out of existence.

"what...? Not like that! that's not love. we're NOT the same. stop comparing your sick obsession to..."

"to? what? fairytales or romance? or is it the THRILL? or guilt and pity? there's something wrong with you buddy. I knew you had a loose screw too. you're like me. he USED you silly~ did you actually think he loved you because you're that special someone?"

you shake your head. it was just them playing with your head. you weren't like them... were you? of course not. you wouldn't lie, manipulate or... would he kill you if you told him the truth? maybe it wasn't too late... you wouldn't just use this power for evil.

if they thought they could corrupt you with this then they had another thing coming. you wouldn't let them.

you were going to stop this demon and... maybe help him.

"oh... how cliche and predictable. wow playing the hero are we? okay I'm picking up on what you're going for! I tried the same too but he saw through it when I split myself from frisk... hehehe he's smart. don't assume you'll be granted mercy if you play nice or he'll kill you if you're compliant. think outside of the box. he won't fall for it if you're TOO nice. just conveniently TOO PERFECT and kind."

you ignored their words.

"he likes ketchup.... reading... hes pretty quiet and distrustful." they suddenly spoke again, listing more information that felt personal. how long had they known each other?

"he also loves to plan ahead to a ridiculous extent." they rolled they're eyes.

"I don't need your help I'll figure this out on my own." you glare at them.

"I'm sure you will." they disappeared from your sight leaving you alone with no direction or guide.

GOOD.

you make your way around going about your day, they way you'd normally do... ignoring the HEAVY lingering sense of dejavu.

same faces same voices same vague conversations as you bypassed an exact copy of a moth long forgotten...

/keep it together. you got this./ you tell yourself taking a deep breath.

he hadn't made any moves to show himself to you yet... how could you make things better?

the question remained...

why DID you feel for him? was it guilt for releasing his enemy? or betraying his trust? was it even a betrayal if he never intended to get you involved in the first place?

it was too convenient.... why you? was it REALLY just for this demon?

...

it was fine. you just had to return him this demon and then he'd... /he'd kill you anyway dumbass/

"stop... he won't. "

/you don't know him like I do. he'll still kill you even if you're on his side./

"then why did he let me leave?"

/cuz you weren't worth the attention. he's dangerous and even if you win his favor... who's to say he won't just add you to a part of his exp as a sentiment to keep your sacrifice on him? he's unpredictable. if you want to keep yourself alive you'll have to be smart./

he...

/he's killed everyone. all his friends family and loved ones. what makes you think YOU'RE so special to him? people have tried saving him. old friends... his brother, even colleagues. all dead. betrayed. do you REALLY feel confident your love is stronger than those bonds? main character syndrome much?/

...

*your will wavers.

#lv triangle #dusttale player #player x reader #reader x dust #liliwrites

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i-used-to-be-an-anti-feminist · 9 months

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How come women in a relationship get to change things about a guy but as soon as a guy asks a girl to change something it is suddenly offensive or attack or sexist or one of the many tags we've got..

Let's put some background to this..

It is kind of accepted that women are more into emotional attributes and men are more into physical attributes..

Most women and men would agree to this..

But here's the catch only one of the two groups gets to force the other to change things.

Almost every guy in a relationship has been asked to open up more, share more about how they're feeling, talk to the girl and such.

And am with this a 100 percent.. Most men have been raised or just intrinsically are closed off or not in touch with their feelings.. And in a relationship it is considered perfectly normal for a girl to ask men to change this about them.. As it suits the girl better.. And of course as it is better for the guy too..

Some guys comply.. Some don't.. but all this is considered perfectly normal.. no woman is demonized for asking a guy to change some of his emotional attributes.. women even congratulate each other on successfully achieving this mission.

Now let's get to the flip side.

Most men are more into physical attributes.. It is how they're built..

And I'm not saying Men are shallow.. But we would be lying if we said that we don't care about looks at all.. in fact we do care..I guess we care about physical attributes almost as much as women care about the mental ones.

But let a man ask his girlfriend or wife to lose some weight.

See what happens..

Fatphobic, body shaming, superficial, shallow pig..

Obesity is as harmful to a woman as not being emotionally open is to a man.. but hey only one gets to bully the other into changing things..

As Bill Burr had said , in a relationship women is like the perfectly completed project and the guy is like a building which has been under construction for years with scaffolding and covers all over.. We're always working on the guy..

Maybe we would work on the women too, if they didn't protest that we don't love them as they are at the slight hint of a change.

If they didn't raise a hue and cry everytime a guy suggests that some work be put in from their side.

Bottomline why are mental and physical attributes not put on the same scale. Why are we allowed to bully people into changing one but we're scrutinized for even mentioning a change in the other.

PS-I know this is a wide generalization but it isn't meant to be.. I just had to put this out because of some problem in facing in my relationship.. again don't mean to hurt anyone..

I'm not sure if you're being genuine here or not, but I'll try to give you the benefit of the doubt... If you really care about women and you can see how the things men do to grow in relationships is good for them and for the people around them, you have already answered your own question. Women obsessing over their physical attributes and things they can't actually control actively harms them and isn't really good for the people around them. There's zero real benefit to it.

You're kind of making a false equivalence by comparing emotional development to altering one's physical appearance. How do you feel about women who have the same standards of physical attraction as you? They definitely exist. What do you think about women who want to date a guy but won't because they wish he was taller? How would you feel if a woman wanted her man to wear stilts and risk bodily injury in order to please her because she's more attracted to taller men? How would you feel if a woman told you, "you have a great personality, but you're just too fat." Do you think you owe her weight loss and potential physical and emotional harm to yourself in order to please her, or would you recognize you can find someone who loves you and is attracted to you the way you are? Why don't you think women deserve the same?

If you wouldn't change anything about your physical appearance for a woman, ask yourself why that is and why you still think women should cater to you about something you are unwilling to subject your own self to. The performance of femininity is degrading. It isn't beneficial for women, and it contributes to them being seen and treated as objects and decorations. Physical appearance doesn't last, so if you want a genuine and lasting relationship, I recommend not basing your attraction on something that fades. Does she make you happy? Does she bring out the best in you? Do you have the same goals and interests? Do you enjoy your time together? Those are the things that matter when neither of you are considered conventionally attractive anymore.

I hope you continue to grow and can learn to see women as people and not decorations. Best of luck.

#beside the fact women should and do also develop emotionally in relationships #this is good for everyone #you can't compare something that is objectively good to something objectively harmful #do you not hear yourself #anonymous #anon #my post #wwnf #relationships #dating

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treedish · 9 months

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The stars don't shine, they burn, and boy did Crowley know his stars. And the shine of his favorite star in the sky could never compare to the everyday radiant light of his angel. But stars burned, and being too close to the celestial hurt him in ways he never thought were possible. Except, demons were meant to play with fire; they were meant to burn. So maybe it was okay if he stood just a bit too close to Aziraphale for his own good most days. Or at least, that's what he told himself.

He did worry about his angel though, for stars were lonely and often forgotten in the vast canopy of other stars. Very few humans loved just one star, instead marvelling at them as a whole. Being a star was a solitary existence, and no creature could ever get too close without being blinded or burned. Eventually, even the hottest, brightest stars would burn themselves to a crisp, and then explode in a grand destruction, reduced to dust and colorful matter drifting through space. Sometimes, when Crowley looked too long in his angels eyes, he saw blue giants swelling with love and light and he feared the day they would go nova. He created novas, after all, hell he created every star in the bloody sky and then some.

He was so proud of his celestial lights, and yet even with his joy over his beloved cosmic creations, God had once again outdone him by creating Aziraphale, the brightest celestial light that there ever was.

In a way, Aziraphale was the last thing between Crowley and full demonhood. Because when he Fell, he lost everything. His faith, his grace, his name. And he loathed. He angered. He raged. And he went up to Eden, to look upon God's new creations and tempt them away from Her. And there he was. Crowley had whispered in Eve's ear, tempted her to the apple and watched from the ground as she led Adam to humanity's destruction.

So you can imagine his surprise when mid-exile from the garden, an angel came up to the couple and offered them his flaming sword, to protect them and their unborn child from the dangers of the outside world. But that wasn't right at all. God and Her whole lot were rotten, sanctimonious, unimaginative, and so very apathetic in their holiness. Every angel he had ever known had blindly followed God's will, and Her will right now was to kick the humans out of the garden to fend for themselves as punishment. So why would an angel, an agent of the holy agenda, secretly give away a blessed artifact to the very humans he was meant to be judging right now?

His apologetic smile had been so soft and sincere that Crowley thought for a moment that the being wasnt an angel at all, but rather Grace incarnate. A being more pure and Good than the archangels themselves. But no, there he was, ushering them out of the garden before the storm arrived and blocking up the exit after they were gone.

He couldn't help but go up to the winged creature standing anxiously on the wall. He couldnt resist the temptation to speak with this being, this force of empathy. And he did and there was Aziraphale and Crowley found himself falling all over again. One afternoon, one interaction, one act of kindness, and suddenly all of his anger, all of his disgust, and all of the empty longing at the center of his being vanished. In its place, he found the echo of his Faith.

Somehow in his Fall, the warped core of his inhuman heart had burned to a crisp, but sheltered the tiniest hint of his hope, and it reared its ugly head then in his chest as he stared in amazement at this miraculously Good angel before him. It was as he'd said, by God's rules, he had been the one to do the good thing, and Aziraphale had been the one to do the bad. And the next 6000 years were history.

He may not believe in God or her bloody Plan, but he believed in Aziraphale, and his angel's unfailing ability to always do the right thing regardless of anyones blasted plans, even his own. All he had ever done in his entire existence, his whole relationship with the Almighty, had been to question. It was why he Fell. Why he didnt Fall as far as the others. But he found himself one night, bottle of whiskey in his hands and his twinkling creations above his head, speaking to God again. It was a habit he'd picked up and never been able to shake.

This time was different, however. After 60 centuries on Earth among the humans, this was the first time he didn't scream or beg or curse his questions at the heavens. Instead, he quietly admired his accidental constellations and whispered so quietly that only She would ever hear it.

"If there's one thing You ever got right, it was him. In all of Eternity, You have never made anything else that compares to that angel, not even your beloved whales. So I'm saying this once, now. Thanks. I don't care if You meant to or not, but You gave me the opportunity to live with the embodiment of my stars for the last few millennia, and for that one blasted, blessed thing I'll actually thank You, You bloody autocrat. But if You dare to cast him out, to try to throw him in with my lot, I'll hunt You down. I'll collapse space and time and matter itself until I reach You and I'll rip the blessed essence right out of Your incorporeal grace, do You understand me? He's the one truly Good thing You've ever done, don't You dare muck it up now."

If anyone ever asked him about it later, and of course no one ever did, he would deny thanking God for anything, and he would especially deny ever being grateful for the angel that left him behind.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #writing #drabble #i wrote this pre season 2 but it works even better after it #yes i did start this bc of an encanto song #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #does this count as fanfic? i say yes

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j-chineseenglishdidstuff · 10 months

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Introduction 自我介紹

DID SYSTEM OVER HERE 本人為人格分裂/解離症/DID患者

SYSTEM NAME 人格分裂系統名稱

Mmm... I can't think of one yet, but for everyones convenience I put a J there in my UN so call us J or call the host/whoever fronting as J.

我還沒有想好一個系統名稱呢! 不過為方便大家稱呼本系統, 我在用戶名稱裡放上J字, 叫我們J就好. 或者稱呼我們的身體主控部分為J就好.

ABOUT US 關於我們

我是一個自閉譜系的解離性身份障礙(DID, 又俗稱人格分裂)華人患者. 我在中國出世並在出世地區長大和定居. 我在失業前是一名程序員. 被解僱原因則是由長期創傷造成的影響(身心症/轉化症/情緒問題/人格部分的爭吵困擾等等)導致工作表現極不理想, 因此我沒有怪責我的公司/上司, 而目前只好靜心休養.

I'm an autistic DID system who is a Chinese living in my hometown. I was a IT programmer before getting fired for the cap of all the traumatic effect (somatic/emotions/alter disputes etc.) affecting my performamce, which I think is pretty fair enough so I don't blame them. So now I'm unemployed and I'm trying to rest for a bit and hoping to get healed.

系統綜合適用第二人稱

你/妳

COLLECTIVE PRONOUN 系統綜合適用第三人稱

她/他(們)/佢(地)

She/They. Unless someone here tells you otherwise. Some of them seems more like a "he" but not quite seems to care about gender. We seem pretty ok with body = cis female so that's it. But this body is a cis female and I've been relating myself to female for so long, so your best choice is to call us she/they.

ALTERS 人格部分

Uh... We're kind of like PDID in ICD 11, and recently I suspect we're polyfrag so things get pretty confusing over here. Afaik we're always cocon and even cofront but mainly it's me hosting. And we hardly have our own names. But I can still try my best to tell you some basic stuff about us.

HOST/SHELL 主控/外殼部份

直接叫我J吧. 如果你想指定稱呼主控部份, 那就說類似"J的主控部分"的話吧.

It's me. Chara. ... No, call us J or if you wish to be very specific about this host, then call us the host of J or something like that. I'm always here, even when I full switched (I know some of you might dislike this term but I think it describes my experience fairly good, so please excuse me) twice in life. The first time it was I got yoinked back to somewhere backend of the frontend (I told you I'm a programmer *cough*) and watched a proxy of demon or something alter to control the body, fully in charge of frontend thoughts, even teases me, while I went numb and lost sense of self, despite watching through body's eyes (but one step backward inside somewhere in brain) and feeling everything happened. That has to be way more than just a depersonalization.

THE INNOCENT CHILD

When I first aware of her existence (or re-existence), I could imediately tell she's the child version of me. It was when I had my second full switch. I forgot what exactly was the strong feeling that made me felt like rolling back to before I forced myself to become this personality during the days where the last straw of the traumas explicitly ruined me. (And yes, I remember quite a lot of the said trauma, and many other traumas) And suddenly, I feel like I'm gonna rollback, then I went back to the backend of the frontend again. Despite this time iirc I still kind of feel my sense of self, it's a lot more comfortable than the previous full switch. I forgot about the exact time line but I did feel like "oh, so she's still here and that's how she feels over all these years", after realizing her depression and guilt on what she has done over all these years by "summoning" us, me and the "demon". I feel sorry for her. But I refuse to give up my part and living like her and rollback, for self/system protection or selfish sake. I mean if living like her was feasible, I wouldn't be here and hosting for years.

DNI

As long as you're not a freak or troll or Nazis or some sort of that, I'm good with it. And of course, do NOT fakeclaim or diminish anyone's trauma.

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#did #osdd #actually did #did osdd #osddid

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archangelween · 4 months

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Identity

I think that celestials (aka angels/demons) recognize each other by "essence", their "them-ness", something like a soul that's tied to their memories. Edit the memories, you edit the "personhood" and thus the soul, changing who they are. When Gabriel put his in the fly, his body and celestial essence in heaven was no longer Jim according to the celestials. Celestials can't recognize humans, or each other, by face--by corporation. By body. Except those who spend a lot of time on earth, where human souls can be separate from the body, and where human bodies hang around after death. They would have to learn how to recognize those dead bodies without the soul present, and so would learn facial/body recognition minus the soul/essence. Because you would be considered really weird if you suddenly don't know whose dead body is in front of you because "their soul is gone". Earth dwelling celestials would have to learn facial recognition.

I don't think the fall itself edited memories, or even edited or erased demons' names.

Aziraphale recognizes Crowley in Eden, because they seem comfortable joking about blasphemous topics. But A doesn't know C's new name. How do they recognize each other? Surely it can't be by face, because this is Eden, they surely have not spent a ton of time with Adam and Eve/on earth, nor looking at each other since Aziraphale doesn't know Crowley's demonic name. Even if A+C had spent a lot of time with the new humans, eons even, how would that translate to recognizing each other? If they seen each other a lot but never talked, they still wouldn't have known who each other was, because Aziraphale couldn't have connected the previous angel to the new demon without having learned whose face that was--he wouldn't have had facial recognition as an angel in order to connect angel Crowley with demon Crowley.

Unless whatever happened in the fall didn't actually change anything about their essence/souls at all, and everyone knows that; they just claim it did because of war propaganda. The only thing that actually changed was a forced name change, not because of the fall, but because they were told to or chose to. When humans are damned, which is also said to happen with the book of life, they don't have to change their names. I don't see why it would be any different for celestials in the same book.

I think what each side claims happened in the fall is that it edited some kind of meta info attached to the soul: angel to demon. Beez seems to think that editing your soul's info, like blotting your name, changes/erases it, and that's why the fall happened: this is why she believes the book of life is real, because blotting out your name makes it as if you don't exist, which describes their fall.

I think the book is real, but I don't think it actually works like that.

Some of the original religious traditions held that you didn't have a soul until you were named, and so conversely we could assume that stripping that name removes your soul until you're given a new one. Stripping the name sounds like the Book of Life, the fall, death: you will have never existed. This new soul with the new name isn't the same as the one you had previously--new name, new soul. You effectively "kill" the old person by changing the name, literally. Perhaps when the angels were created, god gave them their names; they believed the act of "book of life"ing those names, removed them and stripped the godly essence from them, thus causing the fall. I think that's what the angels claimed happened, but that's not what actually happened: the demons' names were removed from the book and they were damned, but their souls were not changed. That's why they're still the same stock, still have identical abilities. A human who is damned by the book still has their same name, it doesn't get changed by being damned.

The book of life assigns you to heaven or hell, but it doesn't actually change anything about your soul: it's a legal document. Just like on earth, being sent to prison means someone thinks you deserve torture, it doesn't mar your "soul"--though that's what people believe because surely being in prison means you deserved it so thus your soul is criminal: reversing cause and effect. Just like people think hell is deserved, just like people think anything god does is deserved and irreproachable: think Job.

This fits with traditions that make the same claims about huge changes and your soul: sex makes a boy a man, and makes a woman either fallen or requires her to change her name; Samson in the bible loses his strength by cutting his hair, and hair and clothing making you a different person is also found in Christian gender role beliefs.

But how does identity work in GO? It does not seem as straightforward as essence or face. There's stuff missing.

Are names attached to the soul, the essence that angels can see? Aziraphale introduces himself to angel Crowley, which we could read as either politeness or as names and info aren't embedded. Aziraphale has to ask demon Crawley's name, so I think names aren't embedded. Maybe originally, angels chose their own names, they weren't given by god. That would fit names not being embedded to the soul, and demons choosing new names after the fall--if they'd done it originally, then it's natural to do it again.

In s1, how does Gabriel know Adam's name at armageddon? Hastur didn't know it, so he can't have gotten the info from Beez/hell. Crowley indicates which boy, but doesn't say his name; he said it before they arrived. Everyone was supposed to be at Meggido, and they knew Aziraphale was up to something hinky, so perhaps they located Aziraphale and were listening on the giant globe just before he arrived. How did Beez know to go to Tadfield though? Did they all converse on the back channels before arriving too? We saw B rallying the troops in hell, before realizing something was wrong as the Horsepeople were killed, so I don't think they would have physically visited. If there are backchannels that Gabriel used here, then Gabriel lies a LOT to his own second in command. And he's been doing it forever.

Hastur and Ligur know it's Crowley they're meeting in the graveyard, either because they recognize his car or because they can tell from far away it's him. Are they so familiar with that one Queen song that they recognize it?

How is it that in s2e6 the celestials don't know there's humans in the shop? Does soul reading work like Anathema reading auras, where she only sees it if she concentrates? Something they have to check like an ID that has to be specifically looked at? It can also be masked, because at the end of s1 Aziraphale says Adam is human, but we see him still have his powers. Both of these fit the angels not recognizing Crowley in Job, thinking he's human, simply because they do not expect to see him and thus don't "check his ID", or he's masking it. At the end of s2, Maggie and Nina were ignored until they spoke, whereupon everyone noticed they were not dressed properly. I think it's the dress and not the essence because it's Michael who ID'd them, and heaven knew no other angels were there. This seems to imply Nina and Maggie had an "automatic defense thingy" that makes suspicion slide off them, like what Adam had in s1. Them being partially celestial, or some kind of occult like Anathema, would explain why they are harder to miracle and why they don't shrug off weird stuff like everyone else does. Everyone normal notices the supernatural stuff, they just assign mundane reasons to it.

Dress could also be a major reason why Crowley was ignored in Job, because angels wouldn't be caught dead dressed like that, and neither would most demons. Shax is the only one who shows up on earth without obvious demonic markers, either sores/an animal/a sash. Same for why he was ignored in heaven in s2, because they don't expect to see anyone else up there, and without obvious reason to make a fuss they don't throw accusations.

#good omens #identity #soul #essence

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sanotherhplaceitonhidey · 1 year

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another Dhmis theory that has nothing to do with the theory I mainly have :D

Why the parents of Yellow Guy/David (Roy and Lesly) torture him?

Because they have a grudge and hatred.

How many already have this theory, Red Guy is Yellow Guy's brother, adopted or not, is the Brother

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now. Imagine this

it was a sunny day in Mulhoven, that afternoon two brothers were playing outside, probably with a kite or chasing birds, everything was joy and fun.

suddenly the kite (or the bird) leaves the patio of the house, and crosses the road.

one of the brothers, in his innocence, runs to catch up, without realizing that a car was passing through the area, running over the child.

the other brother simply did not know what to do, he was just shocked seeing the bloody and motionless body of his brother.

Immediately the parents (Roy and Lesly) leave the house to see the accident, getting scared when they see the body of their son.

they could not save the child. red guy had died in the accident.

in their despair and depression.

they blamed their other son for the accident.

yellow guy was just a child, he certainly did not know what to do in that situation other than to agree with his parents, and blame himself for what happened to his brother.

but that was not enough for his parents.

In revenge they began to torture him, forcing him to be the protagonist of a twisted program that would be aimed at a smaller audience. (or maybe they didn't force him, they just told him to do it and being a kid he had no choice, this would be a reason why sometimes yellow guy doesn't seem to be acting, but rather seems to really feel like it's really happening, like in the last episode of season one, in which he seemed not to act, he was only expressing what he really felt, fear. And when he 'really acts', he does it quite noticeably and badly)

making him suffer with wrong ideals.

maybe there was a pact with some demon, or it is just the madness of both parents wanting to punish their son for the death of his brother

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Now let's get back to reality.

It's true that the yellow guy's torture is more noticeable in the first season, but the bias that it's a twisted kids' show still exists in the second season.

as we can see when 'the lamp' talks to yellow guy about what happens after death, he talks about reliving our life but as a performance for a superior race like the council (the children's audience)

or when in chapter three that was supposed to talk about healthy food, but it was replaced by a family theme, or chapter four that was going to talk about 'online life' but was replaced by friendship. In both cases the protagonists looked confused, as if they knew that things were not going that way and there was a change in the scene.

in both seasons it is still a children's program but with one goal, to punish his son

the difference is that in the second season they seem to have lost their memory after the recession in the last chapter of the first season.

they don't seem to act, but they think that these are really their lives, they think that they just have to wait for something to happen, they don't know about a hidden recording set, they just follow their lives, or what for them is a life.

the only one who seems to notice is red guy, in both seasons.

in the first he was simply fed up with the change of scripts, and in the second something told him that this place was not right, and he had to escape

this because he is the only one who is not really alive in that place. since he died in the traffic accident

It is true that Duck in the first season realized the contradictions and knew that something was wrong, that's why he tried to escape. In the second he didn't even care

but the only one who never knew was Yellow Guy, because the purpose was to torture him, preventing him from thinking clearly what was happening, and it is that not even the intelligent version of him could deduce that it was a program

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well... end of theory (I think)

let me know if you have any doubts or want to add something, remember that I am not an English speaker, so I apologize if you noticed any mistakes

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bored-storyteller · 3 years

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Hey! I really like how you write about Sally Face, I love how you highlight his kindness but also his strength. It struck me a lot how he wonders if anyone will ever love him, I guess it's hard for him to believe in someone's love for him, from a romantic point of view. I thought ... could you write something about a reader in love with him, who gets rejected for that reason but still loves him until Sal dies? You don't have to do it (also because you prefer angst / comfort right?), But I try to ask you ... I'd like to see it written by you. It will hurt but it will be worth it.

Dear Anon,

I hope you like this because I suffered the pain of hell writing this :3

But jokes aside, I hope it does justice to your expectations, I hope I have treated everything with the right delicacy.

Warning: ANGST and SPOILER (I say this for safety)

The story is set in the canonical plot, even if there may be slight differences (after all there is always one more character, you). But for those who haven't played Sally Face this could be revealing.

77- Sally Face, Sal Fisher x reader (Angst)

“The sunflower that cannot bloom “

"I love you."

Those words had slipped off your lips with one of the most beautiful smiles Sal had ever seen.

You weren't perfect, but you were tailor-made for him. Somehow, he had thought that from the first day he met you, by mistake, on a black day. You had offered him a sunflower, a huge yellow flower that shone like the sun in the midst of his misfortunes, and his black day had grown better.

This was you, what he needed when the weight was too much to carry, when he found himself snorting one too many times, when he felt like crying.

Still, even though you were tailor-made for him, he wasn't tailor-made for you.

He would have liked to believe you, with all his heart, he would have asked for nothing more than to be loved by you.

But he couldn't believe it.

"No, you don't ..." His voice was gentle, as if he were explaining something important to a little child.

Your brows had furrowed as you pointed your gaze into the depths of his soul.

"You do not believe me?" Your tone wandered between uncertainty and offense "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

A sigh rang through the empty hollows of his mask: “No, you're not lying to me. I just think you… don't really know what you're saying. "

Your expression deepened as you prepared to argue back. He had seen the wound open inside you and he had looked away; he couldn't watch you while he hurt you.

Oh, he was so good at making himself loved. The river of emotions that had overwhelmed you had died out as soon as his one living eye was separated from you.

Disappointment, anger, sadness had disappeared in favor of affection for him.

His mask was flat, helpless, cold towards his heart, yet he communicated more than anyone else with that immense little soul of him.

"Sal ..." finally you called him gently, reassuring, while your fingers lovingly brushed the cheek of the cold prosthesis.

"I love you." You repeated it, and he turned to tell you to stop. He couldn't be loved, he didn't feel capable of being loved.

He would never have a love like that of movies, or even like that of normal people, like Maple and Chug. He, as he was, could never have been loved, not even by you.

He was going to tell you, to tell you everything, but you stopped him softly: "but it's okay if you don't want to."

You barely laughed, as if everything was really okay with you, and you leaned on his shoulder, cuddling against his neck.

"I have my whole life to make you understand." You said cheerfully, and he just looked at you, accepting that little stubbornness of yours.

Even though he was aware that one day he would see you happy in the arms of someone you really would love, for the time being it was okay for him to bask in that little illusion you were giving him.

---

Life had been cruel.

"I had no choice."

Those words had pierced your brain.

The first time he had told you with a force that you almost confused with anger. His body had never been so rigid in front of you, motionless, sitting on the other side of the table in the visiting room of the prison, surrounded by other inmates like him.

You wondered if you were sane, because you looked into the eyes of a murderer, a killer who had exterminated families, who had even killed a little girl, yet your tears were for them, but also for him.

Whatever it was, Sal hadn't changed, and behind his mask he was more broken into pieces than you were. He hadn't had a choice, for some reason he hadn't had a choice.

It was weird and unreal, but you had no doubts about him, even though your mind still couldn't believe what happened, and Sal probably didn't really realize it either.

However, the second time he told you "I had no choice" his voice was different. He was different, and so were you. You had grown up, but both of you had stood still in what had happened. At that moment he was telling you so that you believed him, so that you knew it was not what he wanted, because if he could have chosen at that moment you would have been together in front of a pizza, telling you how boring the day had been.

"I beg you ..." You whispered so as not to let him hear how broken your voice was "... tell me what I have to do to save you."

It was the first time you used that word, out of pure desperation.

For a moment he hesitated and hoped you wouldn't see his uncertainty behind the mask. Finally, Sal shook his head in silence; he didn't know if it would do any good, but at least he would try to protect you.

Your hand was holding his for the first time in years, and you both knew it would be the last time you would hold it. You had done everything to be able to have that last contact, to still be able to hold him before they took him away from you forever.

You didn't want to cry, you wouldn't have done it on your last time together, but your heart was so heavy that you thought you would die as soon as you separated.

While you massaged the back of his hand with your thumb, you tried to record every detail in your mind that belonged to him, to burn the heat of his palm against yours, to remember the exact weight of his touch.

I love you, you wanted to tell him, you never stopped doing it, not a second you stopped giving him your best side, and you would have given it only to him also in the future.

"You are so important to me, Sal ..." your blue sky under which sunflowers bloom.

"Thank you ... for always being with me."

Part of you died when you let go of his hand that day.

---

Until the last you hoped that something would happen. A ghost that suddenly appears, an angel, a new discovery ... anything, as long as he was kept away from that electric chair.

When your phone rang, you were deluded for a moment.

"Hey…"

"Sal?"

"They ... allowed me to call whoever I wanted ..."

Your heart fell on hearing his voice. It was his last day, his last day in your own world, that was his farewell to you.

"Sal, I-" Your words broke into a sob you couldn't hold back "I'm with you, I'll always be with you."

Silence invaded the line between the two of you as you tried not to give him your tears as your last caress.

"I know it." He was holding back the crying, you could hear it "And I'll always be with you too, know that."

You were tailor-made for him, and his heart would remain for you, even if you moved on, you would love someone worthy sooner or later, or at least he hoped you would, that the demon would not devour your future. .

"Bring me some sunflowers if you can ... ok?" That request trembled "They always make me think of you."

You forced yourself to cover your mouth with your palm to stifle your agony: "I'll fill you with sunflowers."

Something told you that even if you couldn't see him, he was trying to smile: "It's a bit a cliché but ... be happy."

You would have preferred to have died in that very moment.

"Sal, wait!" You begged for him now, holding on to the phone like it was him, like you could hold him there.

He hesitated at the desperation of your voice.

"I can't ..." his voice was soft, light, like when he consoled you years ago, when all this seemed simply impossible.

“I beg you…” You didn't know who you were really praying for, but you weren't ready to hear his voice go out.

One more minute, one more touch, a hug.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry you had to put up with this." A sob from him too. “Please… fight for your happiness, okay? You deserve all the happiness in the world. "

"Sal ..."

The answer that followed was the only intermittent sound of the blank phone line.

It's over, you'll never be able to hear Sal's voice again. You won't be able to talk to him anymore.

And he never believed you loved him.

---

How could you ever be happy?

His mask still looks at you as it always did, but behind the empty gaze there are nothing but blades of grass growing above his burial.

How could they bury him without his mask? He will feel uncomfortable.

Now you don't have to be strong for him anymore, you can collapse, break, destroy yourself, scream like you've never screamed, ask him to come back, because you need him.

Your fingers caress the cold, hard cheeks of his prosthesis as they always did, as if he were still behind it. Next to it, the sunflower he asked you for, like the one you gave him the first time you saw him.

"I love you Sally face ..." your words now go to the wind, they cannot be refused.

"I really love you."

---

Where you don't know, where you are not, a guy who has the weight of the world on his shoulders thinks about how much he could never be loved as people love each other in movies, or how people love each other in the world. But suddenly, like a ray of light, in the darkness he is facing, the yellow of a sunflower blooms. It's just a thought, but for a moment it's warm, and sweet, and it carries your voice with it.

You exist only within him, but you give him the love he needs, the one he didn't believe in, but which instead exists.

It is a tormented love, which suffers, but still welcomes him and wraps him as your arms did.

You are not there, you are far away, unreachable.

But he feels it, you're still there with him

#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #sally face sal #angst #death of a character #spoiler alert #gaming #horror

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plan-d-to-i · 3 years

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(google translate again, yeah)

(I forgot to thank you for the last answer, I really didn't know that the drama used the music of my compatriot, it was a pleasant surprise for me)

I don't know if anyone has asked you this before, but do you think JC was good with WWX as a kid?

I mean not just their childhood, but the time of their training in Gusu.

I really love JC, and I understand perfectly well that he is the most dick in character, but I love him precisely during my studies at Gusu, I can not give any arguments that then JC was directly GOOD to WWX, but he is clearly cared a little about him and even ... worried? at least that moment after the punishment where JC helped WWX get to the room...

Yay - I'm so happy to hear about Stravinsky :)

Hahah loving jc as the dick that he is is the way to do it! go for it. :) also, sorry this was so delayed I wanted to reread the Cloud Recesses arc so it would be fresh in my mind before answering.

In terms of jc the Cloud Recesses arc is perhaps the most 'mellow' we see him aside from the Lotus Pod Extra but for me it's still impossible to find him a worthwhile person. I can already see the faults in his character that I know will only get worse as he grows older. Canonically I don't see how he would have any friends studying in the Cloud Recesses if he didn't come as a package deal w Wei Wuxian. I mean I doubt jiang cheng would have any friends without WWX period. In fact jiang cheng doesn't make any friends over the course of 13 years. He's also unable to find a wife bc of his temperament and behavior...

What we can glean about their relationship in the Cloud Recesses arc (and even the Lotus Pod Extra) is that any time WWX gets a kind word or understanding from someone, jiang cheng scoffs at it. Any time someone shits on WWX, jc is there to agree, to relish the idea of WWX being punished, and shit on him some more. He would be an immensely exhausting person to be around. He doesnt believe in WWX's ideas and ingenuity, (as NHS does for example), he doesn't believe WWX is hurt, he always assumes the worst of him, he doesn't believe LWJ might like WWX. The only thing he ever seems to believe is that WWX will dishonor YunmengJiang and that WWX should be punished. So for a kid who supposedly wants his father's approval so badly he instead constantly acts like his mother's mouthpiece/minion. He reprimands WWX like he's trying to become Madam Yu 2.0. I see jc stans all the time being like oh he had to keep WWX in check bc WWX was such a lOOooose canon, for the good of the Clan!! lol listen JFM didn't give a f...about WWX's behavior (in his letter to LQR) why are you so concerned? JFM would have preferred for jc to try & save his peers in the Xuanwu cave or at least to understand why that was the correct course of action rather than for him to just sit in front of the class in the Cloud Recesses and tell WWX off for giving LQR as good as he got, while actually still breaking the rules himself but eschewing punishment.

salt up here, quotes below :

Even when Nie Huaisang picks up on the fact that WWX is being treated unfairly by LQR, jc dismisses it and piles on WWX instead.

Nie Huaisang said, “Old Man Lan really seems like he’s coming down especially harshly on you. Every time he reprimands someone, it’s always you.” Jiang Cheng grunted. “He deserves it. What kind of answer was that? He can get away with saying that sort of nonsense at home, but he had the nerve to say it to Lan Qiren’s face. He was practically asking for the old man to kill him!”

But does WWX get away with ANYTHING in Lotus Pier? When we know he is punished constantly for EVERYTHING? This is jiang cheng fully being his mother's mouth piece. It's not something WWX would get away with, it's something jc knows JFM wouldn't mind. Which is why he's so pissed off. Which begs the question if JFM would not be upset with WWX's behavior why does jc need to criticize him? Again :

A dark expression shadowed Jiang Cheng’s face, and his voice was filled with anger. “Why are you so proud of yourself? What is there to be proud of?! Is being told to get out some amazing accomplishment? You’re making our entire clan lose face!”

and his glee at the idea that WWX will be punished leaves a bad taste in one's mouth considering how WWX was perpetually punished in Lotus Pier by jiang cheng's mother for... existing.

Jiang Cheng smiled grimly. “Now that you’ve thoroughly offended both Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren, you’re basically dead tomorrow. No one’s going to clean up your corpse either.”

and again

Without the old one, only the young one remained. This would be easy to deal with! Wei Wuxian rolled off the bed and laughed while putting on his boots. “Heaven’s charmed clouds are blessing me with shade.” Jiang Cheng was beside him polishing his sword with loving care when he decided to spill cold water over Wei Wuxian’s head. “Just wait until he gets back. You can’t escape punishment.”

Where others like NHS see value in WWX's thoughts

Nie Huaisang thought for a while. “Actually, I thought what you said was very interesting,” he said, not entirely able to hide his envy and yearning.

jc is always dismissive of WWX's ideas. These are inventions that WWX realizes. Demonic cultivation in the first conversation and The Spirit-Attraction Flag and The Compass of Evil in the second:

“Enough,” Jiang Cheng warned. “Whatever nonsense you spout, you better not head down that sort of dark road.”

Changing the topic, Wei Wuxian said, “If only there was something like fishing bait that could draw the water ghosts in. Or, something that could point in the direction they’re hiding, like a compass, that sort of thing.”

“Lower your head and watch the water,” Jiang Cheng said. “You’re letting your fantasies run wild again. Concentrate on looking for water ghosts like you’re supposed to.”

“Hey, mounting swords and flying was also only a fantasy once!” Wei Wuxian said.

He's also a hypocrite. Because even though he berates WWX for misbehaving, he himself breaks the rules. He drinks, he even goads WWX into buying liquor, the only difference is that he doesn't get punished for it, and he doesn't feel like coming forward and getting punished for it :

Naturally, Jiang Cheng was too embarrassed to talk about what Wei Wuxian had been up to. After all, all of them had egged him on to go and buy alcohol, and they all deserved to be punished as well. He could only speak vaguely. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing. It’s not that bad! He can walk. Wei Wuxian, why haven’t you gotten off yet?”

It's no wonder WWX is so impressed by LWJ's integrity in spite of his social status, when he's clearly used to the other dynamic :

“Lan Zhan, I really admire you,” Wei Wuxian said sincerely. “After I told you that you had to punish yourself too, you actually did it. You didn’t let yourself off at all. I can’t argue against that.”

A dynamic which is shown repeating in the Lotus Pod Extra where WWX is the only one to get punished for sunbathing, and which repeats here when Wei Wuxian here stops jiang cheng from confronting Zixuan over YanLi's honor (and jc's) and does it himself.

Zixuan :“Why don’t you ask what about her could make me satisfied?” he said in return.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng rose. Wei Wuxian pushed him away and stepped between them, smiling coldly. “You think you’re very satisfactory? As though you have the right to be so picky!”

Zixuan: “If she’s unhappy, then let her break off the engagement! I certainly don’t cherish your wonderful disciple-sister. If you cherish her so much, why don’t you take it up with your father? Doesn’t he love you more than his own son?”

After hearing the last sentence, Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and Wei Wuxian was no longer able to contain his own fury. He flew at Jin Zixuan, his fist raised.

WWX takes the punishment alone. Same way he offers to do when he hurts himself falling from a tree because jc threatened him with dogs. meanwhile jc is gleeful to see him being punished.

[Wei Wuxian] was kneeling on the stretch of pebble road to which Lan Qiren had assigned him when Jiang Cheng walked over from afar and mocked him. “You’re kneeling so obediently.”

“It’s not like you don’t know I have to do this all the time.” Wei Wuxian’s voice filled with schadenfreude. “But this Jin Zixuan guy, there’s no way he hasn’t been pampered and spoiled rotten since birth. No one’s ever forced him to kneel, I’m sure of it. If he doesn’t wind up crying for mommy and daddy today, I’m not named Wei.”....

Wei Wuxian "...It’s a good thing you didn’t do anything.”

“I was going to. If you hadn’t pushed me away, the other side of Jin Zixuan’s face would be hideous too.”

“Stop it. His face is uglier for being lopsided."

WWX is happy to have spared jc from getting into trouble but jc makes the whole thing about himself anyway (like everything else ever) and is upset JFM would rush over for WWX - in his mind. Even though JFM clearly had to rush over to meet with Jin Guangshan not to coddle WWX in any way.

"Jiang Fengmian had never rushed to another clan in less than a day because of him. Regardless of whether what happened was big or small, or good or bad." Never

WWX on the other hand tries to be observant of jc's feelings and reassure him & distract him from his moods :

When Wei Wuxian saw Jiang Cheng’s melancholy expression, he thought he was still upset with what Jin Zixuan said. “You should leave. You don’t need to keep me company any longer. If Lan Wangji comes again, he’ll catch you. If you have time, you should find Jin Zixuan and watch his pitiful kneeling.”

Later in the book after nearly dying in the Xuanwu cave WWX leaves his sick bed to run after jc and comfort him after his mother's rant, even though WWX had to listen to his parents (and himself) being slandered by YZY. jc doesn't spare any thoughts for how other people might be feeling or suffering. His entire perception of the world is centered around himself. To him even WWX's greatest fear doesn't generate empathy, only amusement or later on a form of torture.

From that point onward, they made trouble everywhere together, and if they encountered a dog, Jiang Cheng would always chase it away for him, then enjoy a peal of derisive, unbridled laughter at Wei Wuxian’s expense beneath whichever tree the boy had leapt atop.

he grew up on the streets, often having to fight for food with vicious dogs. After several bites and chases, he gradually became extremely scared of all dogs, no matter the size. Jiang Cheng laughed at him because of this quite a lot of times.

This brings me to the last point. jc's resentment of WWX's interest in Lan Zhan, or in a serious friendship outside of him. I see so many ppl say that bc WWX fought he was kicked out of the Cloud Recesses early... but was he?

Jiang Cheng was somewhat taken aback. “Lan Wangji? What was he doing here? He still has the nerve to come see you again?”

“Yeah, I think his bravery is laudable if he still has the nerve to come see me. His uncle probably told him to check on me and see if I was kneeling properly.”

Jiang Cheng’s instincts were sending him ominous signals. “So were you kneeling properly?”

“I was then,” Wei Wuxian replied. “But I waited for him to walk away a bit, then took a tree branch, lowered my head, and dug out a hole in the dirt near me. It’s the pile right by your foot—there are ant tunnels there. It took me so much effort to find them. Anyway, I waited for him to turn back and see my shoulders shaking. He had to have thought I was crying, so he came back and asked. You should have seen his face when he caught sight of the ant tunnels!

“…” Jiang Cheng said, “Why don’t you just get the hell out and go back to Yunmeng? I bet he never wants to see you again.”

Thus, that evening, Wei Wuxian packed up his things, got the hell out, and went back to Yunmeng with Jiang Fengmian.

Repeatedly throught his stay in the Cloud Recesses even while NHS was observing that LWJ's behavior around WWX was strange and unique, jc was telling WWX he is hated and bothersome. When WWX wanted to apologize to LWJ jc is completely dismissive of it :

“He hates me already? I was thinking of apologizing to him,” Wei Wuxian said.

“Oh, so you want to apologize now? It’s too late!” Jiang Cheng said derisively. “He’s exactly like his uncle. He thinks you’ve been wicked ever since you were an embryo, so it’s beneath his dignity to pay you any attention.”

Later on when WWX mentioned wanting to invite LWJ to Lotus Pier jc categorically says no.

“Jiang Cheng had on a stern expression, “Let’s make this clear. I don’t want him to come, anyhow. Don’t invite him.”

BONUS

jc also always doubts WWX. He suspects him immediately of wrongdoings. He doesn't believe that getting hit with the discipline ruler in Cloud Recesses actually hurt him until LXC confirms that WWX might take more than a few days to heal. He doesn't understand WWX is in actual trouble from the Waterborne abyss and assumes he's fooling around luckily Lan Zhan is there to rescue him:

The disciple’s lower body had already been swallowed by the black whirlpool. It spun faster and faster, and he continued to sink deeper and deeper, as though something hidden beneath the water was pulling down on his legs.

Mounted on Sandu, Jiang Cheng had risen calmly until he was about sixty meters above the whirlpool before he looked down. Filled with displeasure at what he saw, he shouted and dove down. “What are you up to now?!”

The suction force inside Lake Biling grew ever stronger. Wei Wuxian’s sword was optimized for agility, and consequently, its strength happened to fall just short, and they were nearly pulled to the surface of the lake. Wei Wuxian steadied himself and held on to Su She with both hands.

“Someone help! If I can’t pull him up soon, I’ll have to let go!” he shouted.

Suddenly, the back of Wei Wuxian’s collar tightened, and his body was lifted into the air. He twisted his neck and saw Lan Wangji holding him up with one hand.

He maintains this same mindset when he tries to whip LWJ and WWX as they're attempting to leave Lotus Pier after the ancestral hall confrontation when WWX passes out.

Is jc evil in the Cloud Recesses ? No. He's just an annoying, basic, disagreeable asshole who doesn't bring anything positive to someone like WWX. People like jc become obsessed with kind, outgoing, generous people, people who don't set boundaries on what they give and what others take in their friendships. Even though they're dependent on them for their social interactions, because who else would socialize with them willingly, they resent them in equal measure, but at the same time they wouldn't be drawn to another selfish, self centered piece of shit person like themselves.

On a personal note, even Cloud Recesses jiang cheng is someone I would exclude from any personal friend group. Friendship with him is adding a minefield of jealousies and snide comments to every interaction. Things that then others will need to compensate around because he won't compromise or empathize w issues outside of his own concerns.

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#This is long af because I wanted to have one post where I included everything #I’ve bitched about jc’s behavior in the cloud recesses for a long time so it was time to put down the quotes #mdzs #Cloud Recesses #Lan Wangji #Wei Wuxian #Nie Huaisang #jiang cheng

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Hi! Can I please request Solomon with female!MC? Let's say they're not very close, civil/casual at most but with some distance since they don't get to spend time with each other, but MC has a crush on him. And one day they just find themselves alone together and there's some awkward tension. Aaaa I don't even know where I'm going for, lol. But you know, there's some kind of electric thingy happening. I hope that makes sense?! Hehe thanks

Honestly i dont know where i was going with this but ya know. Also you said female but honestly theres no genitals or breasts or the like mentioned so although its tagged as F its honestly more GN

Tension ( SOLOMON X F!READER )

Life in the Devildom was honestly not what you expected at all. Had someone told you that demons actually exist, and that wizards and witches were real, you would’ve laughed in their face because wow that seems… a little too far out there, Karen. Yet, here you are, besties with the Devil, speaking with Lucifer himself, and crushing on a wizard that doesn’t even know you exist. Well, he knew of your existence, but how much could that actually mean when you rarely ever talked with one another. Luke was your only way to get to the guy, and even then, you both tried to avoid him in the kitchen because no matter how much you liked Solomon, his cooking is atrocious. You’d rather drink bleach than try that again. Sadly, he’s a little too dense to realize that, although the Gods have blessed him with magic, they certainly didn’t bless him with basic cooking skills. All of that, however, doesn’t really seem to matter much when all you really want is his attention.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s quite curious about you as well. His feelings are neutral, he thinks, and if anything, he’s just more concerned with another human being in the Devildom, one who seemingly can’t defend themselves, although he has no proof of that. He’s curious on how your stay will turn out, if it even turns that is. You could always just get eaten by demons and in that scenario, he isn’t sure if he would’ve said, “I knew it!” or genuinely be upset. Maybe a bit of both? To him, he thinks, you’re just a science experiment at the moment, and he’s thinking of doubling up with Satan to see how far he could push your limits. He knew he needed to push his own limits to get somewhere, so why wouldn’t you be the same? Honestly, he thinks that humans have that in common; needing to be pushed to their limits to unlock their full potential.

But anyhow, the point is, you two can’t really form a meaningful relationship for the life of you. Even at RAD, where you have most classes together, it always seems that you’re getting dragged away, or he finds himself surrounded by succubi that would love to kiss his naked feet. Weird, but okay. The incubi are up your arse, too, so it’s not really something unusual. It’s just that it feels like the universe is.... Forcing you to be apart almost? Through really weird circumstances. “We’re still going to the spa later, right, (Y/N)?” Asmodeus pulled you out of your thoughts, twirling a strain of your hair in his fingers. You forced a soft smile, honestly not feeling it anymore, but not wanting to let him down, “‘of course.” but that’s when it happened. Complete darkness. All the lights, even the fires, inside of RAD seemingly went out. Diminished. Poof. Gone. Was this what hell was actually like and the powers of the Devildom were finally tired of Diavolo being too soft?

“(Y/N)?” You felt a hand on your arm and screamed, only for someone to laugh and you quickly figured out it was Solomon. “Solomon?” You felt around in the dark until your hand finally touched something; a coat. You breathed a sigh of relief and moved a little closer until you felt his body heat, but not his body because that’d be weird. “It’s you. What’s going on.” He’s glad the dark is covering him because the sudden touch does have him feeling some type of way, but that’s probably because he can’t see and all his other senses are going crazy. “I don’t know. I’m even more confused as to why everyone else seemed to have left. I walked around a bit and I’m not bumping into anyone, I can’t even hear anyone, except for you. My magic isn’t working either for some odd reason, so I can’t even light a candle or the like.” “You carry candles around?” Honestly it shouldn’t surprise you but you were still kind of confused by his statement; who carries candles around?

A soft laugh filled the air around you and you could’ve sworn you felt the rumble in Solomon’s chest as the sound left him, “yes, of course. You never know when you’ll need them.” But you only frowned, glaring at him although you’re not sure if you’re facing him in the dark, “so you carry candles around but no matches?” Silence. Solomon, truthfully, felt a little bit embarrassed, but he recovers quickly, “well, usually I’d just use my magic.” Another wave of silence passed and you heard Solomon shift before the sound of a chair moving across the floor could be heard and you assumed he had sat down and the silence ensued until he interrupted it, “any reason this could have happened? The Devildom is in complete darkness, not even the castle is lighting up.” You looked forward to where you’d think the window is and he’s right; not even the castle is lit up.

“Do you… do you think something happened to Lord Diavolo that is causing the Devildom to be so dark?” He snorts, silently making fun of that, “why? Because he’s the only light down here?” “Th-that’s not what I meant! I mean… he is the most powerful being down here right? So maybe, if he lost his power, even just for a moment, all of it would be gone.” Solomon hummed in thought, thinking about it but ultimately deciding against it, “no. His powers, or lack thereof, shouldn’t affect all the sources of light…” back to silence. Honestly, that was the worst part about this. The constant silence. It’s so draining and so overwhelming all at once. You knew he was right there, just an outstretched hand away, but at the same time he didn’t feel close enough, “(Y/N)...” your name falling off his lips brought you back and you looked at him, well… you looked in the direction where you thought he would be. Suddenly, a pair of hands snuck around your waist and pulled you into a seating position. You quickly figured out that this was his lap.

“Solomon…!” Your body was tense against his, although you had to admit he did feel fairly warm and theoretically speaking, you could potentially relax against him. “Hm? Oh, right. Sorry about that, I was just thinking that if everyone else disappeared, there’s nothing keeping you or I from disappearing either, and I rather keep you close to me before that happens.” His reasoning seemed fine, although that didn’t make you feel any less tense. Honestly, there was so much tension all around. It was as if he was the cause of the tension, and you were beginning to understand exactly why. You swallowed thickly, shifting in his lap a bit until you, presumably, faced him. His grip on your hips never faltered, and instead, firmed up. “Solomon I… This may sound dumb, but… can I kiss you?” A sudden rush of confidence flew through you and your hands moved to find his face, cupping it gently. You hoped he looked at you right now or this could end kind of awkward, “yes.”

He didn’t know what prompted him to agree to it but he found himself leaning up a bit, trying to find your face. His lips found something and his eyes immediately fluttered close, his lips pursing to kiss it, only to find you laughing and he immediately pulled back, thinking this was a joke, “I… I hate to break it to you but that was my eyeball.” Well now he’s laughing too. “Haha… well… take two?” You nodded, forgetting that he can’t see and leaned in, kissing his forehead on accident, “you need to lean up, too, Solomon!” He’s grinning, although you can’t see, “what if I wanted a forehead kiss? Besides… third time’s a charm, no?” Once again, you both tried, finding the corners of each other’s lips and moving in from there, smiling into the kiss. The tension seemed to lift, at least for you, and you wondered if he felt the same tension before, “see? Third time’s a charm.”

He didn’t dare pull away too far, leaning in to kiss you again, his hands sliding up your curves to get tangled in your hair and move your face just a little bit closer against his. You sat there, in his lap, kissing him for what felt like hours, and even after your lips were swollen and numb, you couldn’t help but lean in for another, and another, and another… the light never turning back on as far as you were concerned.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #solomon x reader #shall we date solomon #solomon x mc #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #obey me solomon x reader

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¤°~Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?! Part 3°~¤

Previously...

"STOP YOUR STEP!!"

At the end of the hall, Senior Vanrouge and Sebek were conversing with the ghosts knights. "They became angery just because of a mere joke I made about them. Such a bunch of narrow minded ghosts." Lilia jests with ignorance in his tone.

"Ugh, the guys from Diasomnia! Why did you bring these ghosts here?!" Ace yells out in fear. "You naive ghosts who dare to snarl at Lilia. I'll get rid of you guys!" Sebek said with very little amusement.

Present Time..

After the fight with the ghosts. The student's and Headmaster go to the field so ghosts won't bother them. Students who were also kicked out the school stayed at the field. "Ha...haaa. Ugh the sides of my stomach hurt so much." Ace tries to say as he and Deuce groan and grumble in pain.

"Ace, Deuce." A familiar voice spoke. "Ah, Prefect Roseheart!" The two huff out as they nod. Azul and Kalim stood next to Riddle, but Azul looks at the two with confusion. "Where is Prefect (Y/N)? Shouldn't you two be with her?" The prefect of Octavinelle points out.

The A-Deuce combo only shrug. "I think she got mixed up the crowed." Deuce says as he looks at the growing crowd of students. "How did you guys get put here?" Ace asks the three dorm leaders.

"We had gotten chased out by some ghosts that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Even though it was valuable time for the three of us to study together." Kalim responded, while Azul shot him tired glance. "Kalim. Shouldn't it be "valuable time where we teach you about studying."?" Riddle could only sigh and cross his arms. "We almost got Kalim to understand the question..!"

"When we stayed in class, a bunch of ghosts appeared. They chased us out while saying, "this will be the brides fitting room!"" Grim watched as more students came up to them. Telling the same tale. "Everyone who was kicked out from campus has already gathered around..!"

"It seems like the whole campus has been taken away by those ghosts." Deuce said rather calmly. Ace on the other hand was more shocked than calm. "Oi! Principal, what's going on!?"

Before Mr. Crowley could respond, Ortho decided to explain. "I'll be the one to explain. You see, yesterday..." Once the young Shroud told everyone of the events that occurred. Everyone went silent. The only person who spoke after Ortho, was Riddle.

"The ghost groom has been searching for his ideal princess. Then had chosen (Y/N) as his ideal bride... That's the idea, correct?" Riddle revised as his expression was oddly calm. "WHAT!!!!" The group of NRC boys all screamed in anger and fear, a lot of other expression as well.

"We need to save her!!" Ace says immediately after the video was shown. "What will happen to (Y/N) if she does marry the Ghost Groom?!" Deuce asks the principal with fret. Mr. Crowley casted his eyes downward, with a somber voice he said.

"If (Y/N) marries the ghost prince, that is the same meaning of signing a contract. Which will mean, once the wedding is over.. SHE WILL FOLLOW HER SOON-TO-BE-HUSBAND TO THE UNDERWORLD!!!" "EEEEHHH!!!" Everyone yelled out in shock.

Mr. Crowley continues: "I put my guard down because I never would of expected someone who meets the conditions of the prince and his ideal Princess would exist in this world." Headmaster Crowley said with dread in every word he spoke.

"(Y/N)... Is going to be a ghost..!?" Epel gasps out with fear. "We can't let that happen!" Jack gruffs out as he bared his fangs. Many others agreed at helping the female student from her impending doom.

"We need to come up with a plan then!" Ortho tells the group of fired-up teens. "How about we start talking with them? We can throw a party! I bet that the ghosts will definitely let (Y/N) go if we just explain the situation."

The young Al-Asim heir suggested to his fellow peers. Rook nods, agreeing with his classmates. "A truly splendid idea, Roi d'or." A slim smile crepts on Rooks lips, "though..." The huntsman drawls out, his eyes turn a bit narrow.

"Do you think you'll be able to persuade a groom who has been searching for his bride for so long?" Rook crossed his arms over his chest as he continues on. His voice hinting with amusement. "If I was in his place, I'd never let my beloved go."

Leona growls, "so our only option is to just beat those ghost into submission." Vil scoffed at Leona and his idea. "Have you forgotten that we all ran all the way out here because we couldn't do just that." The male model said sassily with a frown gracing his painted lips. "No matter what we did, we couldn't defeat all those ghosts."

The headmaster starts to speak, "they are truly a infuriating opponent to take on. We should avoid confrontation as much as possible." Lilia starts to ponder as Crowley squawked about. "Lord Sam is well versed in the ways of ghosts and things of a spiritual nature. Shall we go see what he has to say on the matter?"

"Lord Sam... Do you mean Sam from the student store?" Deuce questioned the old fae. Lilia hums, "I was acquainted with his great grandfather." Cater starts to laugh dryly. "I still can't tell when you're joking or when your being serious... Lilia."

"Then we must make haste to the student store!" The headmaster yells as he and the others rush to Sam's shop. As soon as the shop door closed, Sam greets them. "Yo, headmaster and little demons. Whay could you be looking for that brought you all here?"

Sam chuckles and shakes his head. "Kidding! I know you're looking for something to deal with that ghost groom, right?" Sam told the group of teens and headmaster. Riddle is perplexed by Sam and his words. "This speeds things up but it sounds like you knew we would end up here."

Sam starts to laugh once more. "My friends on the other side bring me all kinds of info." Soon Sam's voice quickly turns less cheerful. "But things are getting really dicey. Ghost are tied to this world by a really powerful "lingering attachment".

Sam explained more in depth on what he meant. How they still come back because of the "attachment". "And as long is it remains, they'll keep comin' back." Grim felt realization struck him like lightning. "That's why the ghost of Ramshackle keep coming back!"

"Bingo! Precisely. That's why ghosts are so hard to handle." Ortho asked how they can save (Y/N), saying there was no such item like that to get rid of the ghost permanently. Sam grins and says, "IN STOCK NOW!" Azul looks at Sam selection while Leona tsks.

"Groom and brides are especially quick to meet tragedy. So they turn into ghosts all the time." Sam then holds up a item, "to get rid of a ghost groom. You need the "ring of severance." Slide this ring onto the host's left finger while saying "I shall love you till death do us part." And it will forcibly send him to the other side."

"How could (Y/N) give this to him? She's not even here!" Vil said as he picks up the small ring. Crowley gasped as he remembers something about the ghost groom. "Hold on a moment, the ghost groom was a boy who loved a challenge."

"So if one of you asked for (Y/N)'s hand. He'll see it as a duel for her hand in marriage, you don't have to win. But you must be able to give her the ring and tell her what to say." Lilia giggles at the crows plan. "It'll be fun to watch the drama unfold by stealing someone's bride."

"We shall call this plan... "Operation, Lovely Bride To Never Be!"" The headmaster said confidently, "it's a bit long for a name." Ace mutters under his breath. "Now I must decide on who the grooms will be for his plan." Crowley exclaimed as the male students to crowd and shout. "I'll do it!" "Let me do it!" "As if!"

The headmaster started to sweat with nervousness stirring in him. The gleaming eyes of the students were scaring him! It was almost as if each student was ready to take a role as a groom by ANY means necessary. Which it seemed like the students were readying themselves for.

"Alright alright! Will do a vote! I will write down all of your names and put them in my hat. I'll choose four grooms for this operation. So that means four names will be drawn." Mr. Crowley says with a exasperated look on his face.

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(Y/N) sat in the far corner of the "fitting room." She held a blank expression as she looks at herself. She wore a beautiful wedding (gown/suit/ect) as her hair was spruced up and was placed into a (loose/ponytail/ect). A (white/gold/silver) tiara with a veil attached to it was on her head. (Y/N) wanted to rip the thing off her, but then the ghost would force the item back onto her head again.

Sighing and cursing under her breath. (Y/N) felt queasy, or maybe it was because she hadn't ate anything yet. This was all happening so fast! (Y/N) did not want to be married to this ghost groom. She hoped that her friends would find a way to get too her before the wedding started.

"Bleh..." The female utters as she looks at her bare feet. A knock was heard on the door as a soft "coming in" was heard. A slim ghost that wore a white suite appears in front of her. He was the nanny of the ghost groom.

"Come, my dear lady. Your fiance is waiting, he needs your help with decorations and would like your words on it." (Y/N) felt herself become stiff, but agrees. Playing along was her better chance of escaping her "wedding". "Of course," (Y/N) said politely as she walks with nanny ghost.

The two reach the cafeteria, now transformed with pretty decorations and tombstones. Along with dark blue flowers and white sheets cover each table. The nanny smiles at his prince with nostalgia. "It seems like only yesterday you were a small child. Trying to find follow your dream and find your dear princess. A dream you lost long ago with your life as well. What a cruel twist of fate." The nanny said as his voice started to crack.

"If only I had arrived at your room faster, I could of helped you escape..." The sweet prince smiles at his caretaker. "It is alright now, know need to bring up the past. Don't let all that stuff bring you down."

The young princes smile never faltered. "Besides, going through all that pain and sadness is what allowed me to meet (Y/N)!" His caretaker could feel his spirits lift at the princes words. "Oh prince Elias, you are always so courageous and strong."

(Y/N) could feel her heart cry at what she heard. She didn't know that... Breathing in a gulp of air, she slowly walks closer to the two. 'It's gonna be okay..' "You did a great job Elias." (Y/N) said as she gives him a small smile.

The ghost groom returns her smile tenfold as he looks at his bride. "My goodness, (Y/N)! You look just as beautiful as a.. Well beautiful than an' undead flower!" Elias said happily, (Y/N) giggles at his childish wording.

"Thanks." The caretaker gives the two a tender look. "You both are just perfect for one another. Prince Elias, we must get you ready before nightfall. You have to look your best for your princess."

The caretaker jests as he pushes the prince out of the cafeteria. "Wha- but I wanted to-!" "No sir, you must get ready. *Sigh* your still a stubborn little boy too." Elias waves at (Y/N), "I shall see you soon, my love!"

Once the two were gone, the ghost soldiers take (Y/N) back to the dressing room. Before the door closed, (Y/N) asks them something. "Can I please have something to eat? I haven't ate in a few hours."

To be continued...

(Okay, part three was supposed to be the end of the series. But that didn't happen, so I'll do my best to make sure part four is the last installment. I really wanna get to work for the Halloween event for Twst and a bunch of other stories I wanna put on this account! But I have to wait until I finish part four. Thanks for reading!)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #nrc #ghost marriage #ghost marriage event #Riddle Roseheart x reader #Ace Trappola x reader #Epel Felmier x reader #Rook Hunt x reader

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Summary: Freed and Gajeel were total opposites in every way, only connected by the guild. When they were forced to train together under Makarov's orders, they expected antagonism and mistrust. Instead, they were given a lesson in how quickly opposition can turn to attraction. The issue: let the budding relationship simmer away, or let it explode. [Freed x Gajeel Multi-chapter]

Notes: Hey everyone. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Get ready for some conflict, and two stubborn men refusing to admit their faults. Hope you enjoy it.

Links: FFN, Ao3, Chapter List

Chapter Two - Teething Trouble

Day One: Monday

The further they trudged into the forest, the more Freed understood what Gajeel was going to put him through. In a word: Survival.

He should have guessed by the way Gajeel had treated him before they'd left magnolia that the antagonism shared between them would be a factor in the week. Gajeel had immediately told him to leave his bags at home - "You're only gonna need the clothes on yer back, city boy." - and had taken every opportunity to call Freed 'fragile' and 'spoiled'. Clearly, he thought that Freed was a man unused to roughing it, and who had spent his life in luxury.

To put it simply, Gajeel hadn't planned a training exercise. He had planned three days of pushing Freed to his limits, trying to break him and expose his supposed weakness. No doubt the following three days would be filled with pointless physical labour and an excess of exaggerated survivalist exercises,

Freed found it oddly exciting; he would enjoy proving the idiot wrong.

"Heads up," Gajeel grunted, letting go of a branch he'd pushed aside, clearly intending to let it hit Freed. Freed, being a trained mage with refined reflexes, caught the branch before it struck him. Gajeel saw, his lips twitched down slightly. "Hm."

"Are you intending to be obnoxious," Freed asked, boot squelching in the mud. "Or is that just your personality?"

"Not enjoying yourself, city-boy?"

"You've hardly proven yourself to be a conversationalist, have you?" Freed mused, climbing the small verge of grass that Gajeel was guiding him to. "And so far, rather than training of any kind, you've decided to take me on a walk around the forest and not much else."

"We're nearly there," Gajeel grunted. "And maybe if ya shut yer trap I'd be better company."

"You're quite defensive, I do hope I didn't strike a nerve," Freed hummed, wanting to annoy the man. "If simply insulting your plans has gotten your hackles raisen so quickly, then you've got thinner skin than I had expected."

"I've got thin skin?" Gajeel scoffed. "Sure."

That was the entirety of the conversation shared between the two men for the morning. The forest Gajeel had chosen for them to walk through was one unfamiliar to Freed, and as such he couldn't be sure if he was being taken a direct route to wherever Gajeel was taking him, or if he had been walking in circles for Gajeel to test his stamina and ability to cross a wooded area. They'd seen the same stream a few times, at different places, so Freed was fairly sure that they weren't going the most direct route.

Only when the sun was high in the sky did Gajeel decide to stop walking. Though he wouldn't say it, Freed's as thankful for the rest, as his legs were starting to complain. He looked around where they had paused to see what Gajeel considered a good stopping point,

Gajeel was obnoxious, but he clearly knew what he was doing.

He'd found a small clearing in the trees, with a break in the canopy that gave them direct sunlight and dryer grass. They were a close walk from the stream, so had both a water and food source, if the fish were safe to eat. They weren't so far from the trees that it would be a trial to find shelter if the rain began. Freed was impressed, and looked to Gajeel for further instructions; if he wanted to beat him at his own game, he needed to know what this game was.

"You might have figured out what this is," Gajeel began, looking towards Freed. He was clearly proud of himself. "For the next three days, we're camping out here, living off the land. No help, no magic, no luxury."

He had emphasised the word luxury, as if the lack of it might make Freed cry. Gods, it would be sweet to wipe that smile off his face.

"You act like I've never camped before," Freed commented.

"Not like this you ain't," Gajeel stated. Technically it was true, Freed usually had a flimsy tent at least, but it was hardly a worrying prospect. "We need food, shelter, heat. Since we have to work together, we split duties. I'll get some fish, you make a fire and get us some shelter made," He crossed his arms and smirked, "if you can handle it, of course."

"I'm sure I can cope," Freed drawled. "Though I might fall to pieces if I chip one of my nails."

Gajeel grunted and turned around. Apparently he wasn't happy that his clear assumptions about Freed had been thrown back at him. That only made Freed more enthusiastic about showing just how capable a man he was, and how wrong Gajeel was in his ideas.

With his teammate walking towards the shallow stream, Freed looked around to see what he had to use. Clearly Gajeel didn't want him using his magic for his time in the forest, so the shelter wouldn't be so easy as making a rune barrier to keep them warm and protected, but that wasn't too difficult to contend with. As they'd walked, Freed had been taking note of the wildlife, and suspected that wolves, bears and other hostile creatures would not cause a problem. The main cause for shelter would be the weather, both protection from the sun and the rain if the clouds rolled in. Perfectly easy.

Using his sword, which had been considered as part of the clothes on his back, Freed began ripping large sheets of bark from nearby trees. He then began hacking away at the lower branches, those wide enough to support some weight but thin enough to be cut away fairly easily.

With enough supplies, he walked back to the clearing. Gajeel was still in the stream, with the water up to his ankles. On the rocks by the shore, four fish were sat dead, wirh Gajeel seemingly attempting to catch them some more. It was an impressive sight to see, he was picking them out from the water without a second thought, and Freed was reluctantly grateful. Catching fish on his own was not something he would be proficient in.

Not without his magic, anyway.

He refocused his attention on the task at hand. He was intending to make a small hut for them both to shelter under. It wouldn't be complicated: four of the branches would hold up the sheets of bark. It wouldn't be particularly large, and the protection of the wind would be non-existent, but it would do what was needed to protect them from either sunstroke, or a cold, depending on the weather.

Freed quickly put his plans into action. The four strongest branches were dug into the dirt, propped up in place by the weaker branches. He tied the pieces of bark together using weeds and some of the longer leaves, making it into a single sheets that would protect them from the elements. It didn't take long for him to affix the bark to the branches, and he made sure to test the structural integrity of the hut by kicking each of the branches. With each kick, the hut held, and Freed considered it to be a success.

"Ain't too bad," Gajeel said, suddenly behind Freed. Freed only allowed a small twitch of surprise. "Don't see a fire, though."

"I expect that's because I haven't made one yet," Freed retorted, shaking the hut again to be sure the bark would hold. "I'm afraid there's not much space under it, so we'll have to sleep close to one another. I might have made it larger, but you seem averse to luxury and I didn't wish to scare you."

"You ain't funny," Gajeel grunted. "Make a fire, city-boy."

Ah, so 'city-boy' was going to stay? That was unfortunate.

Still, as much as Freed would have liked to explain how incorrect the nickname was, Gajeel would prefer actions over words. If he wanted a fire, Freed was happy to make a fire.

This was child's play for him, he was a mage after all. He made a bed of rocks to protect the grass from burning, then began laying thicker logs into a pile. Next, the thin and dried out twigs that would quickly set alight without much complaint. Finally, dry leaves that would take a spark and turn into fire.

It took a few moments for Freed to find a piece of flint, but he did. Once he had, he rested his sword in the middle of the unlit fire. He struck the blade with the flint, sparks flying from it.

Gajeel didn't once stop watching him, waiting for him to make a mistake. He didn't, and the fire was soon burning.

"Is that satisfactory," Freed asked, placing the sword in the scabbard as the fire grew beside him. "Or do you wish for me to trek into the forest and tame a wolf so that it can protect us?"

"I said you ain't funny," Gajeel muttered. He handed Freed one of the many fish he had caught. "Gut this. Hope you ain't squeamish."

Freed openly laughed, having him gut a fish was Gajeel's trump card?

This would be easier than he thought.

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Everything about the day had worked out in Freed's favour, and it was delightful to watch Gajeel get more and more angry about it. He clearly wanted Freed to blanch at the idea of working to survive, and Freed had proven himself a capable man under every task he had been given. This was a competition, and so far Freed was dominating it.

"Stand up," Gajeel demanded suddenly, and Freed raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to train right? Let's train."

"Very well," Freed said, standing up. "What did you have in mind?"

It was late in the evening now, and the fire was the only source of light. Clouds were obstructing the moon, thankfully, meaning Freed didn't have to worry about the demon burning away inside of him. Whatever Gajeel had in store, Freed wanted complete focus so he could finally end this ridiculous test he'd been put through.

Following his teammate, he was taken a short ways away from the hut he'd created. They were close to the stream, but not so far that they couldn't see one another in the darkness. Gajeel stopped, turned towards Freed, and spread his arms.

"You rely on yer magic too much," Gajeel stated, despite the fact Freed has spent the day disproving that fact. "And I'm willing to bet you hang back in a fight and let Sparky and the Acrobat do most of the physical shit. If you go against someone who cancels your magic then you're shit out of luck, and I ain't gonna fight with a guy who can only toss spells at a guy and hope it works."

"I can't decide if you're wilfully ignoring everything I've done today, or if you're too stupid to have a short term memory," Freed commented with a patronising grin.

"Keep talking shit, it'll only make this worse," Gajeel grinned, his fangs poking through his lips.

Freed went to retort, but Gajeel did the most peculiar thing, and removed his shirt. The suddenness of the action stopped Freed's words before they came.

"We're gonna wrestle. No magic, no weapons, no holds barred. Just gotta rely on our own strength. We keep going until one of us gives us or loses consciousness."

"Very well," Freed shrugged, reaching up to remove his cravat. "Once you've given up, you can perhaps lose this idea that I'm incapable."

"Doubt it," Gajeel grunted.

Freed, to keep in step with Gajeel, removed his own shirt and threw it to the side. As he did, he assessed his opponent. Gajeel was objectively a broader and more muscular man, and despite how intentionally toned he was - nobody got a six pack accidentally - Gajeel's muscles weren't just a result of vanity. The man was physically stronger than him, and had the advantage. But Freed had succeeded in situations worse than this, and Gajeel's cockiness would be his downfall.

With both men stripped to the waist, they assumed a battle ready stance. Gajeel counted down from three, and they lurched towards one another the moment the fight began. The bartering of a muscular form against his own took the wind out of Freed, but he grappled the man around the waist without hesitation.

They struggled like that for a moment, both pushing to wrong foot the other man, neither succeeding.

Freed felt his feet stumbling slightly, and knew that Gajeel's strength was greater than his own. He needed to be smart about this: he would exhaust his target, and take what opportunities presented to throw Gajeel off. One such opportunity had just shown up - if Gajeel wanted to push him back, he would give him what he wanted.

With fast movements, he removed his arms from around Gajeel's waist and shunted back. Too late to adjust his momentum, Gajeel stumbled forward, landing face first in the ground where Freed had just been.

"I'm embarrassed for you that that worked," Freed commented before he could stop himself.

Just as Gajeel pushed himself up off the ground, Freed tackled him again. He was successful this time, flipping him so his back was flush against the grass. When Gajeel's right hand came to push Freed off, he quickly took hold and pinned it above his head. He pressed a foot into Gajeel's stomach to hold him down, smirking as he went to further taunt the man. Just before the words could leave his mouth, a splitting pain filled Freed.

The bastard had kicked him in the stomach.

Gajeel had meant it when he'd said no holds barred. Freed could work with that.

Pushing himself up before Freed could recover, Gajeel crashed into Freed with his full body weight, and the press of the man's strong form was pinning Freed to the ground immediately. One hand was pressing Freed's hands to the ground, his foot was pinning Freed's right leg in place, and his other hand was pressing against Freed's throat with strength behind it. He also meant it when he'd said until one of them was unconscious.

But Freed was not a man to go down without a fight. With only his left leg unpinned, he did something he wasn't particularly proud of, but worked in the situation. He slammed his knee into Gajeel's groin, and the pressure went away as Gajeel staggered to the side.

"Fucking bastard," Gajeel roared, voice a little higher than normal. "What the hell?"

Freed didn't waste the opportunity, and pushed his foot to Gajeel's spine and pressed him face first into the ground. He'd cupped his balls on instinct, meaning his hands were essentially pinned below him when Freed asserted more pressure.

"No holds barred," Freed taunted. "A word of advice. If you set a rule around me, I tend to remember-"

He was cut off when Gajeel suddenly lurched back, throwing Freed's leg off him and making him scramble for balance. He grabbed Freed by the calve and pulled down with strength, taking Freed to the ground beside him. Freed found his arms yanked behind him, and grunted a little at the pain as they were pinned against his lower back. He didn't struggle, it would only exhaust him.

"Givin' up so quickly, huh?" Gajeel purred. "Ain't surprised. Knew you couldn't handle it."

Gajeel had meant to taunt him, but all he had done was show where he was. The words had been right beside Freed's ear, and so Gajeel's face was right behind his ear too. With a jerk, Freed rammed his head back, feeling the crack of the other man's jaw against his skull. The grip on his hands loosened, and he managed to push the man off him.

The following few moments followed a pattern. Freed would get the better of Gajeel, Gajeel would push him off and pin Freed down. Freed in turn would get Gajeel off him, and push him down. The pattern would repeat itself, with neither man gaining the upper hand for too long.

"Ah," Freed panted at the sudden cold on his back as he was pushed to the ground again. Water, they were at the stream now.

"Cold ain't a bother, right?" Gajeel smirked, kicking Freed in the chest when he tried to sit up.

"You're determined to think me weak, aren't you?" Freed rasped slightly, winded from the kick. "Which is a brave thing to say, given you were rolling around the floor cupping your balls just moments ago."

An exaggeration, but the snarl of anger he got was worth it.

Suddenly, one of Gajeel's large hands was wrapped up in Freed's hair, and a kick to the gut had Freed turning. A foot was pressed against this back, forcing him to lie face down in the cold water. Gajeel made sure to hold his face towards the flow of the stream, and the feeling of it rushing into his partially split lips and nose was a horrid burning. A nasty trick.

Freed tried to push himself up, but the fight was lasting longer than he hoped and after a day of labour, Freed's muscles were starting to protest. He tried to raise his head, but Gajeel wouldn't allow it.

Above all, Freed was a strategist. Sometimes, a retreat was the logical choice.

He knew he could get out of this hold. With the right angle, he could take hold of Gajeel's leg and pull it in the same way Gajeel had done to him to knock him off balance. But what then? They would fall back into the spiral of pinning one another, hitting one another, and achieving nothing.

This entire exercise was an act of futility. Gajeel was trying to prove Freed was weak willed and impractical, despite the fact it was clearly untrue. Freed was trying to prove Gajeel wrong, but the man was too pigheaded to accept it.

"I give," Freed grunted, voice warped by the water.

"What was that?" Gajeel taunted.

"I said I give," Freed spat.

The hand keeping his head partially underwater was gone, and the foot holding him down soon followed. Freed spat out the water as he turned, body aching as he sat in the stream. Gajeel was looking down at him as if he were dirt, and it took a lot of self restraint not to attack the man where he stood.

"You think yer hot shit, but you ain't," Gajeel grunted, "You're a spineless ass with some spells you rely on too much."

"You know damn well I only stopped that because it was pointless," Freed snarled, standing up, water dripping from him. "And you didn't ban magic because you want to see me fight without it. You were just scared of me showing my power because you know it dwarves yours."

"The hell did you say?" Gajeel growled, and magic energy filled the space as Gajeel's hands turned to a blade.

"You heard me," Freed's voice was distorted - demonic - and he didn't care. "You are in the presence of a powerful wizard and terrified."

For a moment, neither man spoke. Tense magical energy flowed form them both, ready to lurche should they need it. Gajeel relented, walking towards the fire, murmuring that he couldn't wait for the week to be over.

That, at least, was something they could agree upon.

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cozy days

happy valentines day!

i drew my babies holly and acke:)

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also i wrote a story based on this drawing!

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Since we started living together in our small house, Acke always made sure that I wake up in good humor every day. He promised me that he would help me beat all my demons. Whenever I had a worse day, he was there to comfort me. He always made sure I felt better. This morning I didn't feel well. I was staring at the ceiling all night, couldn't close my eyes. I was scared. I didn't even know why. Sometimes you are scared without a solid reason, and surreal thoughts are covering your mind. When Acke asked me, what's wrong, I wasn't even able to speak. After a moment, he just shook his head and kissed my forehead. "Rest today, give yourself a day-off, my sweet blueberry pie." I nodded. Acke gave me a warm smile and gave me a few more smooches on my cheek. He always made sure that every minute I spent with him made me feel loved. And he was always succeeding. Either it was by kissing my neck when we were making out or just telling me that he is proud of me because I cleaned up the bathroom all by myself. I felt love and happiness in my life thanks to him. I've never realized how much I needed this in my life. He hugged me tightly and told me to try to take a nap. I took a deep breath and put my face on his chest. His heartbeat made me feel calmer. I didn't even know when I fell asleep. Though, when I woke up, he was already out. I wished he could stay, but people at our office were gossiping a lot whenever we both stayed at home. After all, I was still his boss and shouldn't give him days-off just because I am madly in love with him. Well, they were right, but sometimes I couldn't help my heart. I was usually forcing Acke to stay in bed with me, but he never really seemed to complain. It wasn't happening a lot anyway, just whenever it was really important. It was hard for me to get out of bed. During days like these, I wished to do nothing at all. I wanted to lay in my cozy bed as long as Acke would be at work. On the other hand, I didn't want to waste my entire day. I knew it would also make Acke worry a lot. Apparently, not having the energy to go out of the bed wasn't normal. I was still new to the whole "self-care" thing and never really felt like doing things for myself, so for now, doing things for him was good enough for me. I texted him that I got up. He almost immediately replied that he is proud and that he loves me. I was thankful for him. I took my notebook. I wanted to plan this day and spend it productive so he can be proud of me again. I smiled. I could imagine how he smiles when he hears that I planned the whole day by myself. I was feeling butterflies in my stomach again. I took a warm shower, used the best shower creams, used conditioner on my hair, and put a lot of moisture on my skin. I even used some products for my face. I didn't have significant problems with my skin, but it just felt nice to wear all these masks. I felt like in a spa. I looked at the mirror. I still didn't like what I see. My lips were shaking whenever I tried to smile to myself. It felt so hard. I remembered what Acke was telling me. "You need to look beautiful for yourself, not for me. I already know you are the prettiest woman that ever existed. It's time for you to acknowledge that." Yet, I couldn't believe it. It felt like someone was telling me that the color black is white. It just felt surreal. I opened my mouth to say that I love myself, that I love every part of my body, every scar, each finger, and a strand of hair. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Not today. I wasn't ready yet. But I will be one day.

I got dressed in my casual but still comfortable clothes. Sometimes I didn't have the energy to even wore anything besides my pajamas but, I wanted to fight this urge every day. And I was getting better. Things that felt like a challenge months ago were easier now. I was slowly taking steps in my healing. Every time I did it, I was proud of myself. Then I was writing it to my sisters and Acke so they can also be proud. I was so happy they were by my side. I finally didn't feel alone. I didn't know that sometimes you simply need to tell people how you feel. It felt so abstract to me. I was scared that they wouldn't understand my words and feelings and that I am just a psycho. But they understood every word I said. They helped me find peace in myself. It's still hard for me to believe in myself, but at least I have people who do. *** I loved cooking for Acke. Acke couldn't prepare food at all. He often forgot about either adding important ingredients or about turning off the oven. Once, he wanted to do a surprise date for me. He was preparing one of the Anyposian traditional dishes, which are not that easy to cook. It ended up cleaning up the whole kitchen and ordering food from the restaurant. Though, thanks to that, he always enjoyed my food. He never complained, even if I added a little too much salt. If I wasn't proud of my food, he told me that he would probably burn it already. Whatever I did was tasty for him anyway. I wanted to bake a cake. I rarely baked anything. We were usually just buying sweets whenever we wanted to eat something sweet. But today, I had an opportunity to surprise him. I never really was in love before I started dating Acke. I didn't know how it is. I couldn't understand why people love loving. It wasn't logical at all. Why would you do something that might not reward you? But love is not reserved for the brain but the heart. I acknowledge that the little sparkle in the eye of your loved ones is the reward. That little smirk after hearing your stupid joke is what you get. That was the best thing I could get. Him being happy. After I prepared the dinner, I started making a cake. I wanted to make it in time, so when Acke would finish eating dinner, I would put a plate of warm cake in front of him. However, he came back earlier. I looked at him. He seemed to be a little tired. "Hey, do you feel any better?" he said while unbuttoning his shirt. I nodded. It was weird for Acke to come back so soon. "I... I think I feel a little better." "What were you doing?" I described to him my whole day. I told him what book I read and what did I watch on TV. He always seemed to be interested. I was lucky to have such a good listener. "Well, if this book is that good, I need to read it too." He said and gave me a warm smile. I smiled back while mixing the dough. He held my cheeks and gave a kiss on my forehead. "So, why are you so early?" He looked at me and opened his mouths a little. It felt like he couldn't find words. I raised my eyebrow and put the bowl aside. We were staring at each other for a while. We were doing it pretty often. Either it was just for the sake of us admiring each other or us wanting to give another person space to think. He was stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. His fingers were a little shaky. "You know you are beautiful, right?" I didn't know how to reply. I know I am beautiful for you. I know I might be for everyone else. But not for me. I couldn't reply. I didn't want to lie. "I wanted to bake a cake as a surprise, but I guess it's not a surprise anymore..." It was a pain for me to avoid some topics. I hated playing stupid. It felt as if I didn't know what he was talking about. He took a deep breath and looked at the window. The last rays of sunshine were coming to our kitchen. Our neighbor's cat was observing kids who were playing. I sighed and put the dinner on the table.

"Holly...just..."

I looked at him. He came to me and hugged me tightly. I glared at him, a little confused, and hugged him back.

"So...why did you come back early?"

Acke put his face on my chest.

"I was scared that you will leave me."

His breath was shaky. Mine got a little, too.

"How could you even think that way, honey? I love you with all my mind, body, soul, and heart. I would hate myself for eternity if I left you."

He didn't reply. He just held me as if I were going to disappear. I put my hand on his head. I was stroking his dark, soft hair. I could feel his heart beating fast as if he just ran a marathon.

"I know I worry too much. But I can't lose you, too."

Losing people I loved was the worst thing I have ever experienced.

When I was a child, I thought losing is about someone disappearing from your life suddenly and forever. That death is the only way I can lose people I love.

Acke lost his whole family.

When he became a soul, his parents, brother, and sister forgot about his existence. He watched his siblings die, yet the worst pain he felt was that he couldn't talk to his parents again like a son would.

Acke wanted to tell them that he is in a relationship with me, that he is working, that he is doing good. But he couldn't. His parents forgot about his existence.

He would prefer to know that he can't meet them anymore. But he could.

I tried to encourage Acke to meet his parents, but he didn't even want to hear about it. I didn't want to argue with him about it, so I don't talk about this.

At least not that often. Because I still believe Acke's parents would understand. They were some of the loveliest people I ever encountered. They would welcome him with open arms. They would be as proud of him as he is of me.

"You need to understand that you need to think about yourself too."

He sighed.

During my 27-year-old life, I learned a lot. When we think about others too much, we might forget about our problems. I didn't care about what I truly feel for definitely too long. I was thinking only about revenge on Eysha. I fell into the trap of constantly thinking about other people instead of focusing on my problems. When I was forgetting about taking care of myself, Acke was here to remind me that it's time to think about what I feel and what I need instead of blindly seeking revenge the whole time

Acke was the most supportive person I could ever meet. However, he was also the first one to forget about himself.

I wasn't the greatest friend, most of the time, but now I wanted to change it. I wanted not only to learn how to take care of myself. I wanted to know how to take care of other people.

"I want to stay quiet with you today."

I didn't bake the cake after all.

For the rest of the day, we sat on the couch and listened to his favorite music. We didn't talk. Acke just needed me, not my words.

He cried.

I was thankful that I have Acke. That he wasn't scared to show me who he truly is.

I loved spending with him all those cozy days.

thank you for reading what i wrote:) its my first time actually posting my writing so im kinda nervous haha

tell me if you liked it ♥ have a good day

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