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pichipeachy · 1 year

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Had some random thoughts in the shower about the Bridgerton couples lmao. What if they were placed in K-drama tropes?

Anthony would be the brooding CEO chaebol type who'd meet his match in spirited self-made entrepreneur Kate. Sparks and tensions fly as they compete, one-upping each other in terms of business. One night they get stranded together as a storm raged around them. They come to a truce and end up talking about their lives and dreams, falling in each other's arms as the night progresses. They fall in love and get married in the end, merging their companies. A power couple drama with a slow-burn romance.

Artsy Benedict keeps his chaebol status under wraps. He meets Sophie in art college and they have the classic "me and you against the world" romance; a rich guy falling for the poor girl despite everyone's judgments. They later learn Sophie is a long-lost heiress thrown out as a young child by her scheming stepmother to take her inheritance. Sophie gets what is rightfully hers and marries Benedict. A somewhat cheesy melodrama that we all love and need in our lives.

Colin and Penelope are childhood friends who lose contact when Penelope moves away due to her family getting embroiled in a scandal. They reunite in their adult years. They become friends once more, and romance blossoms between them. Things get complicated when Colin learns that Penelope is the brains behind an anonymous hacker his IT company had been hunting all this time. They manage to put everything behind them and collaborate as a dynamic duo instead. Cutesy romance at first but becomes angsty and glorious at the end.

Daphne is a celebrity who gets tainted with internet gossip. She goes into a contract relationship with Simon, an old money chaebol who swore to destroy the family legacy due to daddy issues. They fall in love, but Simon's self-made oath hurts their romance and results in one of the most scandalous celebrity breakups ever. They end up together, with Simon selling off the company and starting his own business. A drama that will make everyone swoon.

Eloise is a rebellious heiress who runs away from her responsibilities. She and Philip had a meet-cute in a foreign country but do not see each other again until years later. They end up living together in the same house due to a mix-up; Eloise signs an ironclad lease around the same time Philip inherits the house due to his brother's sudden demise. Add Philip's new wards (a cute nephew and niece) to the mix. A fun romcom with just the right dash of drama.

Francesca is a good girl from a rich family who accepts her duty and arranged marriage with John, who she has known all her life as a friend. Unfortunately, John dies before they get married, and the arrangement passes on to the next heir, Michael, who she met in their younger years but does not know much about. Michael, on the other hand, fell in love with Francesca at first sight but is disheartened by the arrangement made by their families. He stays away, only to be pulled back into the same arrangement he resented when his cousin died. This could be a sizzling period drama, with lots of pining and angst.

Gregory falls in love at first sight with Hermione and enlists the help of her friend Lucy. Over time his affection turns to Lucy instead, but Lucy is arranged to marry a chaebol who helped her family's ailing company from crashing to the ground. Gregory interrupts the wedding at the last second, revealing that the chaebol's family intends to create a hostile company takeover through marriage to Lucy. He saves the girl and they live happily ever after. This one has rom-com vibes all over, with a splash of action at the end.

Hyacinth is a law student who dreams of becoming a prosecutor. Gareth, her frenemy in law school, is the only remaining son of one of the richest men in the country. His father stripped him of his inheritance due to unknown reasons. They collaborate to find the truth, falling in love with each other during their investigation. They learn the truth of his paternity. Gareth is his uncle's illegitimate son, who left all of his riches in trust for Gareth. His father took over that trust to fund his failing company. Hyacinth files a case for Gareth, and wins. Legal romcom drama? Sign me up.

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badnewlifesmpideas · 9 months

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[Not an idea, more on info from a past smp!]

X-life is one of the servers apart of scott's "Life series" (One life, X-life, afterlife, etc.), wherein each player starts with one heart and gains a heart everytime they die. If they die while having all 10 hearts, you'd be out of the series. X-life is a personal favorite of mine tbh.

A major point in the smp was the start of a religion over a donkey. Lore-wise "the one true jeremy" tasked Joel in starting the Church of Jeremy. Based on the infro from the X Life wiki, ""the one true jeremy" appreciates when other animals are named after him. He promises longer lives and rumor has it that there is another life after our 10th. The Jeremy life where we live on through the body of Donkey Jeremy." Hence the name "Jeremyism", based on the donkey's name. A lot of people called it a cult, the members deny it being one. One major "plot-line" is that Lizzie, a member of The Coven and a former enemy to Jeremyism, was the original founder (yeah I aint explaining that lmao).

Another thing about Jeremyism is "The Book of Jeremy", which pretty much were basic rules the members of Jeremyism had to follow (No I'm not going into details there). One of the rules back then went along the lines of "Scott was not allowed." (Which probably was the oldest occurance of scott constantly being against joel)

The major twist is that later in the series, joel creates a Death House, with the prize for clearing it is becoming the new leader of Jeremyism (spoilers: Scott cleared it at half a heart)

With Scott now being the leader of Jeremyism, he planned a "smooth takeover" and changed a few rules of the Book of Jeremy. Later on he finds out about secret lairs of the Jeremyism members and a goal to take down Scott in which he made the decision to take down Jeremyism, even if he goes down with it.

Jack, one of the members of the smp who named himself Jeremy, had lost his last life and wrote down a will (which both callum and scott had to follow because it said so) and wrote down how he should have a funeral held for him. Scott took this as an opportunity to destroy the church and everyone in it. With some slight modifications, a rigged TNT trap, some lava and some wither potions, he was able to kill everyone attending the funeral. Including himself. (Recommend watching it, it looked pretty cool) and casually said that Jeremyism is over and just went over the rest of Jack's will.

[TLDR: Joel gets contacted by a donkey, starts a cult relegion named jeremyism, writes a book about the rules, makes a rule about scott not being allowed near jeremyism, scott didnt like that, coven was formed and was "declared" as an enemy to jeremyism, the coven made peace with them, apparently lizzie is the original founder idk how, joel built a death house and promised whoever wins becomes the leader of jeremyism, scott wins and makes slight changes to jeremyism, the members didn't like that and planned to overthrow him, Jack (one of the memebers) died, Scott and Callum were asked to fufill his will and a funeral was held for him. Before that tho, scott rigged the church with lava, tnt, and potions and basically killed everyone inside the church, with some dying twice. Scott declares that jeremyism is no more and the server moves on until the inevitable end of X Life.]

-✨️ anon (haha guess who i mainly watch)

Just- *pushes this across the table for newer folks*

I will say though that half of the coven literally could not care less about Jermemyism, you have no idea how funny it was to be a Gem viewer watching this all unfold. The episodes were like, "guys guys cmon look at my pretty plants!!!" *watches silently as Joey and Joel argue about shadows* "hiii Blue 💞" "GEM COME WITH US JEREMYISM HAS SENT SPIES" Katherine: I was just trying to read ;-;

Comedy gold, honestly

-Raven

#✨️ anon #not a bad idea #x life smp #Jeremyism #additional information #from raven #smallishbeans #scott smajor #geminitay #ldshadowlady

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inspector-montoya-fox · 10 months

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i've always found it to be such a bland choice for the gang to recruit the Panda King, although as i grew up i realised it made for some more mature storytelling because Sly has to co-exist with someone who killed his father and Panda King, as someone who isn't the most colourful character, contrasts nicely with the rest of the cast. but today i want to indulge in that infatuation i had of having the gang work with their past enemies, and discuss what would happen if Bentley decided to recruit any villain other than the Panda King

i remember how much i wanted them to recruit Mz Ruby, because i used to be obsessed with her as a child. and honestly i think it's within the realm of possibility. i mean, apart from Muggshot (who got more development in Sly 3) and Clockwerk, i think if they were ok with Panda King joining why wouldn't they be with the rest of the Fiendish Five? also, sidenote: i'm kinda bummed we never got to see Panda King interact with Muggshot like two ex-team members but one's still rotten and the other's working with the heroes? give us the banter give us the drama honey come on where is it

i feel like if Mz Ruby joined she'd get along most with Murray, the Guru and Dimitri, but she'd absolutely loathe Sly, Bentley and Penelope. Murray would show her some long overdue tlc and make her feel like she belongs (which would tug at her heartstrings because that's what turned her to a life of crime); she'd exchange notes with the Guru on mind-control and stuff; and i think she'd have a massive crush on Dimitri honestly, two reptiles and all. i also think that Sly wouldn't be so vehemently pressed about the whole thing and i'm not sure why. maybe it's because we see Panda King outright bury a whole-ass village in snow in A Perilous Ascent, whereas, to our knowledge, Mz Ruby only robbed banks with her voodoo. i can't see her getting close with the gang or sharing any sweet moments but i think she'd be a valuable member, albeit very similar to the Guru. she could definitely fill in for Panda King in Kaine Island but instead of fireworks she'd shoot some ◻︎◎△, she'd help Guru with controlling Crusher, and she'd give some valuable insight on the hopping vampires although without Panda King in the picture A Cold Alliance would probably never happen.

moving on to Sly 2, the only available options are Rajan, Contessa and Jean Bison. due to the segment in the credits where they're shown moving on with their lives as well as the fact that they didn't murder ConnEr, i feel like these three are even more realistic candidates than Panda King. out of the three, Rajan would definitely be the most beneficial asset because he could summon lightning like duh ??? (although unsure as to whether he could still do that without the Clockwerk heart) but i think he'd reject the offer after how hard the gang fucked him over like they really destroyed the guy. personally, Jean Bison as a member would be as bland as Panda King, so that leaves us with the Contessa. yay, another female member but oh my god would she be a nightmare to work with. she'd undoubtedly betray the gang, probably hang out with them for like one or two adventures, try to sabotage the missions, and then secretly contact Dr Mauricio and tell him everything, leading the gang to Kaine Island just to snatch Sly's cane and then get half of the contents of the vault (or betray Dr Mauricio too after delivering the cane). she'd hate everyone on the team but would tolerate Bentley and Penelope. i'm unsure as to how she'd behave around Dimitri though.

anyway i'm in a very feisty mood because i've just had Toblerone ice cream so let's discuss other, more far-fetched possibilities. what if, after getting fired from Interpol, Winthorp contacted the gang to join? he'd be such a disaster like combine Bentley's cowardice from the beginning of Sly 2 and Murray's uselessness from Sly 1 and he'd match that lmao. he'd also cream his pants every time they had a run-in with Carmelita. 0 redeeming qualities as a gang member but i kinda want him to be the underdog. maybe like a romcom montage of Dimitri teaching Winthorp how to "get the girl"? hmmm... what about the gang recruiting Don Octavio after literally just sending him to jail a few months prior? 'if we wanted to get inside the Cooper Vault, we needed a musician - we'd have to break Don Octavio out of prison' and the episode would be like Jailbreak: the Sequel and its climax would be a Jailhouse Rock operation where Sly and Murray organise a prison riot as a diversion and the Don narrates it musically, occasionally breaking the fourth wall. you'd have to shake your controller to get him to sing the more difficult notes (bellydancing-gate flashbacks). i mean, it's not like he has anything better to do, opera isn't coming back any time soon. i'd also suggest Mrs Puffin from the orphanage but she'd probably be dead by this point, right? anyway, what do you guys think about them recruiting Le Paradox?

#Cooper Gang assemble #idec this is my new favourite image on the internet #no but imagine the repercussions #HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA #and they have a never-ending 80s sitcom opening like Too Many Cooks HAHAHAHAHAHAHA #and Battery of Peril would be like the seductive temptress/ comedic relief of the gang #HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

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mikuni14 · 2 months

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I don't really know where Jin's recent "popularity" came from, he suddenly became the most talked about character 😄 Despite everything (I'll write later what "everything" is), I still like Jin and PheeJin is my ship. I decided to join the discussion by showing the life cycle of a PheeJin fan using my example: liking PheeJin at the beginning, because they are an interesting couple -> flashback and first surprise: Jin liked Non and was a member of the group that bullied him, although he was not involved in it -> Phee appears as NON'S BOYFRIEND -> this makes me like PheeJin even more, as an interesting and compelling couple -> A BIG HORRIBLE SCENE WITH NON that Phee and Jin couldn't handle -> this makes me even more interested in PheeJin because omg -> AN EVEN BIGGER HORRIBLE SCENE WITH NON WHO IS HAVING A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN, Jin is lying to the police, I'm shocked, I'm apalled, I'm heartbroken-> it makes PheeJin is even more interesting to me because jfc omfg-> I'm writing a post referring to this episode, in which I clearly point out that all the shades and nuances are no longer interesting to me because I can't force myself to forgive them that they are all safe and sound with their families and successful AND NON IS NOT HERE -> this makes me even more interested in PheeJin because how will the series get around this???

That's how it is 😁😘

Out of the group, I like Jin the most, because he was the only one who actively chose good, actively tried, actively did something kind for Non. I know that we are talking about Top, Tee, Por and Fluke, that they are nuanced, that e.g. Tee has a sick father, that Por has demanding parents, that they are kids, but we must remember one thing, all four of them ALWAYS choose evil when it comes to o Non. ALWAYS. And this isn't some stupid little evil, some stupid joke. Everything they do to Non is super serious and criminal, it's about money, it's the mafia, it's accusing of destroying expensive property, big lies, it's a serious sex scandal, it's police interrogations, it's also a never ending verbal and physical abuse. And ultimately - it is Non's disappearance. Jin had been trying really hard up to this point, although he failed several times. But I admit that mentally I can't get around how easily he lied to the police, how he then stands with all of them accepting praises for a work that wasn't his own, how he keeps in contact with all of them. I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that they are all safe and happy and yes, Jin is there too, although he lets everyone know that he is unhappy, but he is still there. While Non is gone and his family doesn't know what happened to him and maybe they are still looking for him and these boys are the only ones with the clues. Maybe one day it won't bother me anymore 🙂 Maybe the next episodes will explain it more, or maybe I'll just get over it. But at this point, this is something I just can't forgive them for.

I admit that I chose the method of denial and waiting it out lmao. I still like Jin, or rather, I want to like him and I need to understand why he lied. I'm waiting to see why they all agreed to lie about Non. I miss the scene of reconciling the testimonies, because I don't believe that they, each of them, individually decided to lie. And out of morbid curiosity, I'm waiting for the episode with them after Non's disappearance, as they convince themselves that he really ran away with Keng... The power of delulu must be strong with them..

DFF is a truly brilliant series so far because it's able to create characters such as Jin that can make the fandom red hot.

#dead friend forever #thai bl #bl drama

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fudgecake-charlie · 1 year

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Sooo cosmic horrors? :) Wink wink nudge nudge

Whats their story? So i gathered Pearl used to be human and G used to be an eldritch thingy. But why are they the way they are? And how does hermitcraft fall into picture if at all

I love this duo man just them!! Siblings. Also sorry at furst thought the post was about Joe and Cleo (the glasses, its the glasses). Anon bc i dont even use my main lol

1- sorry i took ten million years to answer this, this au concept is super rough and i only actively work on it every now and again lmao. I have No Idea what i want to do with it! im kind of giving it a rough outline but large plots were never my strong suit.

2- To answer the main question: When trying to look for comfort, Pearl sees a star disappear before her eyes and looking too far into the spot it used to be in gave her contact with The Universe itself. Now she just gets snippets of the cosmos telling her It is going to die, soon, and that she must aid Its end by spreading the message to everyone. This does not go well.

(Rest of the answer, with extra sketches, is under the cut!)

Grian was put on earth by The Universe to assist her with this task. He gets a name and form, and slowly starts to learn what being human would be like, turning into an almost-brother to Pearl despite what they must do and what will become of them all. At the same time, Pearl taps into more and more of the power The Universe gave her in order to do what she has to.

So... Human-turned-eldritch and Eldritch-turned-human!

3- I don't know anything about the rest of the cast just yet— i have some vague plans for xisuma maybe? and currently smaller roles for martyn (????) and mumbo. Despite the tragedy/cosmic horror vibes i do want to give them a happier ending, and that could be them joining hermitcraft. who knows! please throw ideas at me! id love to hear them.

[4- I love joe and cleo duo centric content but i could not write them for the life of me ahdhfjfjgj, I like to give grian glasses because i draw me and grian far too similarly i saw a bunch of ppl draw him with them way back when, and i really liked it :D]

[double bonus: I draw them with skates! you can see this in my extra twitter sketches. so why the skates? rollerskating is a bit of a special interest for me, but also because this whole AU came from a homage to an old tiny album that I'm extremely fond of! The music video has a character destroying the city and setting it alight with their skates.]

#The universe's message is partly nonsense on purpose and partly because I did not plan any of it and it was written at 1am #ask #and funnily enough„ months later i am finishing answering this ask at the same time!#the grian sketch i did just now in my sketchbook at 2am and i took a photo with the flash on lmao #hermitcraft #grian #pearlescentmoon #skyduo #anon #the words of a fudgecake #art out the oven #tw unreality #[scheduled]#cosmic harbingers AU

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jimblejamblewritings · 1 year

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riddle means misery | part 5.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: Bill Weasley x black!reader (semi-slowburn)

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: lmao everyone wanted Bill so we’re doing Bill

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The entire Order hated the idea except Moody. Moody was all for you spying. Besides, you wouldn’t be alone. Severus would be spying with you— basically being your glorified babysitter. You were determined to prove yourself. Childhood once you reached school age became miserable, your first years of adulthood went the same. You wanted to live the rest of your life peacefully and happily. You’d be the best spy in the Order. It was probably the easiest job ever. You didn’t need to convince your father to trust you.

The rest of the Order was a different story. Whenever you left the Malfoys’ manor to go to Grimmauld for a meeting, they all held onto their wands. It didn’t help that you were the reason Severus had a Dark Mark on his forearm. You knew it wouldn’t be possible for him to continue in the ranks without one. You even got one yourself to make him feel better despite the fact that you didn’t have to.

You had arrived to Grimmauld early, slightly nervous for the meeting. Your father had said something the other day that he shouldn’t have known. He had gotten ahold of the Trelawney prophecy and heard about his possible demise. But he wasn’t supposed to know that either the Longbottoms or the Potters were going to be responsible for it. He shouldn’t have known Alice and Lily were both pregnant. You knew for a fact that you didn’t tell him anything. That information was a complete secret. Someone else was spying for your father and you didn’t know who. You could only rule out options.

It wasn’t Severus because you would have known. It wasn’t Regulus either— it couldn’t be after he almost died retrieving a horcrux after you told him the location. The Marauders were out and so was Lily because her family was on the possible hit list. Moody was out simply because you believed it couldn’t be him. But there were still so many members that you weren’t sure who could be the spy. You sat at the dining room table, looking up when Severus entered the room. He blinked as you ripped a page out from your journal and handed it to him.

“I know you know about Remus. Can you brew that for him? It’ll help on full moons and frankly… I think it’s smart if he starts spying on wolf packs. My father’s been talking to Greyback.”

“Why can’t you brew it?”

“I’m going to have to stay at home for a while. Bellatrix tried to follow me the last meeting, I think she’s catching on to me. I just… I just can’t stay.”

Severus eyed you and tried to hide his sneer but he sat down anyway. True to your word, you weren’t at the next meeting. You were basically locked up in your house. You sent letters by owl when you left to go grocery shopping but never received anything back. It was a dangerous game for you to receive anything back.

You were currently waiting for your dad to come for dinner. He was going after the Longbottoms and Potters. You could’ve rolled your eyes. His information was wrong. You felt bad for whoever was going to be tortured for the information but at least it would be the wrong person getting questioned. You started to pace. Your father should have been back by now or someone from the Order should have contacted you by now. But neither had happened. You didn’t know where you were going but being able to apparate to your father’s last known location to you was a saving grace.

Your feet gave out from under you as you apparated into Godric’s Hollow. A small cottage looked completely destroyed. Part of the roof was blocking the door from where it caved in, signs of wand blasts were evident. You ran in, screaming for someone to respond. No one was around. You weren’t sure if that was a good sign or bad sign yet.

You looked in confusion at the wand on the stairs. You had seen it enough times to know what your father’s wand looked like. But he left it? You walked back out the door. There wasn’t much else you could do there. You just hoped that either the Potters or the Longbottoms were safe— whichever family the house belonged to. Squeaking garnered your attention when you walked through the threshold.

“Pettigrew?”

The moment the words left your mouth, the rat turned into a man and started to run. You immediately followed wondering what the hell happened. Moody had suggested, much to everyone’s anger, making you the Secret Keeper for both the Longbottoms and the Potters. It was fairly obvious your father wouldn’t suspect you. But you got nervous when Bellatrix started following you closer. As you ran, you realized your last minute decision to discreetly switch out Secret Keeper was a mistake. You dodged a spell that Peter threw behind him. Teeth gritting, you chased him into the main road. You didn’t even know what you could do. Your magic honestly wasn’t strong enough.

Peter stopped and faced you. You took a gulp and grabbed your wand. If he threw out the killing curse, you were going to die. Maybe an Order member would be on the way soon. You could always take a chance and just send up green sparks to alert you needed help.

“She tried to kill them! She betrayed the Potters!” Peter began to yell before you had made a decision.

The spells, running, and shouting had attracted some people to leave their homes and see what was going on. Your eyes widened. A dry laugh rang out. Was he really doing this? You lifted your wand to cast any spell just to delay his fleeing when you were blown back. You coughed as you got up. Looking around, you couldn’t find him. Your eyes focused on the street in front of you that was stained with a lot of red. Your mouth dropped open.

He killed people. He killed people to escape. And then you looked closer. There wasn’t a wand in sight, the Potters lived in a place with lots of muggles. Groans let you know that some people were alive but severely injured. You didn’t have your bag of potions on you. You stopped wearing that bag when you joined the Order. You scrambled to find your wand only to see it snapped in half. You could only stand and look at the carnage around. There were so many people. Why would Peter switch sides? How could he just kill muggles?

Your head whipped around as you saw a bright light from the corner of your eyes. Fudge, Barty Crouch Sr., and some Aurors from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were there. You pointed behind you and babbled out something about people hurt. The Aurors immediately stormed past you to the scene to try and help. You dropped to the street, a mix between laughing and crying escaped your throat. It was your fault. Your fault for trusting a damn traitor. When did Peter even turn against you all? Fudge and Barty looked down at you and then up when an Auror stood right behind you.

“They say there was an explosion. Another man was here. Three muggles said they heard her yell Pettigrew and something else before the blast. Says he said she tried to kill the Potters.”

Another Auror came up, holding something in her hand. “This is Pettigrew’s finger, all we could find.”

You went to stand up to explain when someone cast a body-binding curse. Your mind immediately went back to your school years. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It was impossible to even thrash around. Tears streamed down your face and onto the sidewalk because no one would listen to you. The people around you decided that you were guilty. They ignored your pleas of no. They were creating evidence and you couldn’t seem to convince them otherwise. You heard them say Azkaban.

“There’s twelve counts of murder of muggles, Pettigrew is dead. Attempted murder of the Potters. We should have never trusted a Riddle, not without preparing,” Barty told Fudge. “Azkaban should’ve been the only place she ever went.”

A bunch of Aurors surrounded you. You felt the familiar pull and tug of apparating. The place felt void of all happiness. Your clothes were stripped from you and you were given a plain prison gown. The Aurors gave a welcome to Azkaban speech as they took your mugshot, which was echoed in your head by the Dementor’s gravelly inhuman voice.

“Welcome to Azkaban. There is only one rule. Ask. You ask to eat breakfast, ask to go to the bathroom, ask to eat dinner. You want to leave your cell for a shower, ask. You even ask to go to sleep. You don’t get to move unless we say so. We control everything. Ask and no dementors. That’s our deal. You ask and you might not get dementors. So ask for everything, you don’t move until we say yes or no. Do you understand?”

You just blinked, not sure how everything was moving so fast. You shook your head and started to say you were being framed when a cold hand grabbed your throat. You felt freezing as a dementor stared down at you. Scared turned to sadness as the dementor sucked at your soul a bit. You were dropped back to the floor. An Auror stood over you.

“Let’s try again. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

The Aurors nodded and left. The dementor’s cold hand returned as you were guided past shared cells and taken to solitary all the way to the corner of the prison. Azkaban was cold. There wasn’t a single blanket or a bed. Everything was just cold— colder than the Black Lake had ever been.

The Order was called to the Ministry headquarters the next day after the scene at Godric’s Hollow had been cleaned and the muggles had been taken care of. The Marauders were too busy pacing the length of the room. They wouldn’t sit down until Barty brought out your wand and Peter’s finger. The three men plopped into their chairs. He was actually dead. Lily looked from the finger to Dumbledore and Fudge, rubbing her very pregnant stomach.

“He’ll be back. James and I got lucky. You-Know-Who will be back.”

Life after Voldemort wasn’t an easy adjustment. But, the Wizarding World learned to move on. It wasn’t easy. Death Eaters still popped up. Traces of Voldemort were still felt. It was most noticeable eleven years later when Quirrel turned out to have Voldemort stuck to the back of his head and almost killed three kids, most notably Harry Potter. That’s what made James quit his Auror job and become a professor at Hogwarts.

McGonagall was more than happy to have the help with Transfiguration. Sirius was already a professor of Muggle Studies. Remus had been a second Charms professor since graduating— taking the job because it was the only stable guarantee with his lycanthrope issue. Having the three living Marauders work in the same place was entertaining but also a nightmare. At least the beginning of the year and end of the year teacher conferences were fun.

“Absolutely not!” Severus yelled at the meeting before the school year. “I didn’t spy for you and let them brand me a Death Eater for you to invite Y/N Riddle right in! You know this was her idea? She said so we wouldn’t be caught. These don’t fade easily.”

“Are we supposed to forget she tried to have the Longbottoms killed? She tried to have my family killed,” James spoke up. “How is she even getting out? She killed Wormtail and some muggles.”

Dumbledore let them continue protesting until they ran themselves out. Adjusting his spectacles, he looked at all of them.

“I do not know much of the details, only that the Ministry seems to have entered a plea deal of sorts with Ms. Riddle. She can be watched at Hogwarts while carrying out whatever they need. And with what happened with Quirrel last year… I agree with the Minister that Voldemort is planning to attack sooner rather than later. Attacks have been happening again and there was a sighting of Bellatrix Lestrange in London. Harry and Neville Longbottom are still in danger. Ms. Riddle will be taking Remus’ position as our second Charms professor this year.”

“What will I be doing?”

“Defense Against the Dark Arts until we can find a proper replacement. I don’t believe putting her in that role would be appropriate.”

No professor bothered arguing anymore. It was clear that this wasn’t Dumbledore’s choosing as he told them everything he knew. With the threat of Voldemort getting larger, it was necessary for the Ministry to step up the hunt.

Of course you had taken the plea deal when it was presented to you. It wasn’t that hard to contact your father and pass off that information. You would have done anything to get out of Azkaban. Anything to be away from the dementors and Aurors. You pulled down on the sleeve of your sweater to hide the Dark Mark that the Auror handing you back your wand was staring at with hatred. The wand was simply for show. It wasn’t even the one that was broken twelve years ago. They had put a charm on it so you couldn’t do most spells. Not that it mattered. You couldn’t do most spells anyway after being fed on by dementors almost every day since arriving in Azkaban. And they still didn’t know you were a squib.

“Try anything and you’ll get the Dementor’s Kiss, you won’t even get the chance to see your cell.”

You nodded. There were no plans you had to cause trouble. This was your taste of freedom. The Auror apparated to the train station near Hogwarts where a carriage was waiting for you. Back when you were in school you could never see the thestrals pulling the cart. Now, it was awful that you noticed as they made the short journey to the school’s entrance. You wanted to get settled in at Hogwarts before the kids arrived. Nothing was lost on you. You knew that no one would be happy to see you.

While you knew that no one would be happy to see you, there was a small part of you that hoped maybe you could get them all to listen to you. If you could just get someone to hear the truth then maybe they would give you a proper trial. Those hopes were immediately shattered when all the professors either walked by like they didn’t see you or cowered in fear.

You sighed as you sat at the end of the staff table. It only got worse when the students entered and Dumbledore announced what was happening. You wanted to correct every bit of what he said because it simply wasn’t true. Your heart sank when you watched every professor reach for their wands as you stood from the table. They had nothing to be scared of. You were the traumatized one. You were the one riddled with nightmares and scared of your own shadow. They had nothing to fear. You addressed Dumbledore.

“Dinner is over. Can I get ready for bed?”

Dumbledore blinked, eyebrows scrunching in slight confusion. “That’s fine?”

You had been headed to your room until you noticed that it was the full moon. The full moon was worth getting in trouble for not going straight to your room. Although, you had a near breakdown as you walked to the kitchen. Maybe you could get them to listen to you by being nice. You just needed one person to listen for five minutes and you could say the truth.

Moony Night honestly seemed like the easiest place to start. That had always been something that plagued you while in Azkaban. You spent every full moon wondering about Remus. You were the one that bandaged everyone up after they came back from the Shrieking Shack and then got promptly fucked afterwards. Those memories of his howls and the pain he looked in the day after stuck with you in Azkaban. If your screams weren’t keeping you up, it was his howls from that time ago.

You jumped when you heard a deep voice ask what the hell you were doing in the kitchen. Relief settled over you when you noticed that it was just the Marauders. While you were relieved, they couldn’t say the same thing. Remus’ Moony Nights had calmed down severely since Hogwarts once Severus learned how to brew wolfsbane potion for him but it still wasn’t easy. The potion wasn’t completely stable and for minutes at a time he wouldn’t have control of himself. And he didn’t exactly like that he relied on Snivellus who refused to show James or Lily the recipe.

The Marauders suspected it was so he would always have something to hold over their heads. He refused to say how he invented the potion and insisted that there were no revisions that could be made to stop the lapses in his judgment. The Marauders sat down at the island in the school’s kitchen with a lot of tension. You seemed busy as they watched you move around. When you turned to face them, they simply stared at the cups of hot chocolate. You grabbed the jar and moved around the island.

“Are you hurt anywhere els—”

Remus grabbed your wrist before you could dab the cream to the cut above his eyebrow. “I don’t need your help.”

You shook a little as you stared at where his hand held you. “It’s just that it’s a Moony N—”

“I don’t want your help.”

The moment he let go of your wrist, you scrambled out of the kitchen. You didn’t want to be in trouble with the dementors on the first day of freedom. You were the reason they were patrolling school grounds in the first place. Everything you did was monitored. That thought didn’t escape you as you ate breakfast in your classroom.

Like you suspected, none of the students that had you as a professor for Charms showed up. You got plenty of letters from their parents and lots of mean-spirited messages from the students themselves. Your former classmates were sweet enough to send howlers about how you should be dead. They thought that a lot of witches and wizards were dead because The Ministry made the worst mistake ever trusting you. All three of your meals were eaten in your empty classroom. You were starting to wonder if the isolation of Hogwarts was any better than Azkaban. At least the food was better. At least you were eating proper meals. Whenever the Aurors came around, you got a little something extra to eat but it was never enough. It always came at a cost, nothing that you weren’t used to giving.

Weeks went by without a student ever showing up. At least you were making better progress with your father. It had only taken him three days to send you a letter and four days to meet you in person. Of course, he wanted all the names of the Aurors that took you. He would torture them before he killed them. Your father didn’t like the way you looked. The effects of Azkaban were rather apparent. He frowned as you two ate dinner and you asked about Nagini. He didn’t want to bring you back into the war. Only after you kept insisting did he tell the truth that all his horcruxes were gone but one.

Your father brought you back into the fold as his second in command but he refused to let you go anywhere near an attack. That was fine with you. You thought as much as you sent him another letter from Hogwarts' owlery. The information you were getting was plenty enough to give to The Ministry.

(part 6)

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bootleg-sara · 1 year

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After a long time coming I finally did it. I have made a full list of all my AUs via drawing Isaac in all of them! +3 extra forms from a few said AUs. I’m so excited to have these out and be able to start sharing more about them!

I’ll give a short description of each AU under the cut

Basement: My most canon-adjacent AU. It’s how I view the basement and the stories of the kids/basement borns inside. A bleak story, but one that comes with a happy ending. Other than Purgatory, this is the one I’ve talked about the most. As many of my tboi HCs are placed here

Purgatory: The main AU. Purgatory follows Isaac as he travels through hell and heaven while figuring out life on earth. Trying his best to avoid being captured due to his status as a “Prophet”; a special human soul who has connections to both the spiritual and physical realms

Parasite: The world is put into an apocalypse after an earthquake opened up a giant crater and released a swarm of locusts that spread parasites onto the populous. Most end up dead after being infected, the few that live are given special abilities, putting humanity to the test

Sacrifice: I lovingly call this my Magical Girl AU. A bunch of random people are picked and sent into a death-match for the world’s entertainment. Helped by their friendly familiar that allows them to transform into more powerful forms. Sinister secrets hides underneath it all

9 Lives: Another AU I have written a bit about here. After the original human world was destroyed humanity moves to a new world to save themselves. In the far future, Isaac finds himself wrapped up on the wrong end of a devil deal and has 9 chances to live his life to the fullest

New God: The world needs to be started again. In hopes that fresh blood will bring better change, they take in a baby God and train them so they can make a better world before they destroy the old one. Eden and Azazel watch the new God with worry for their own futures

Cursed: Isaac is cursed and seems to bring a terrible fate to whatever comes in contact with him. For as long as he can remember, he has isolated himself to avoid bringing more pain to others. A group of young college adults find him in an abandoned house and give him hope again

Armageddon: A different timeline/future setting for Purgatory. The tainted timeline where Judas successfully merges the physical and spiritual realms. Now with the world’s fate on the line, the new archangel Isaac has to make sure the world goes in the right direction

Soul Bond: The au I made completely on a whim. A world that’s defined by everyone’s soul being bonded to someone else’s and the trip down The Basement some will take to break/make their current bonds. A lot more fantastical and “out there” than most of my other AUs

Adult: The future au for all of the Basement kids. Basically everyone’s older now and working through the trauma of what the basement did to them. Some of the basement’s old scars still stick strong to this day

Angel AU: An AU where everyone is dead Yippie 🎉All the characters are either angels or demons. Living their afterlife to the best they can while shifting through their deaths (they all died pretty young). This AU was originally made for my “Ask Angel Jacob and Esau” ask blog

Edmund Ultra Pride: A comedy AU about Ultra Pride and their mysterious ability to change the basement to their whim with their art tablet. They end up taking a liking to a child who accidentally falls in and tries to make their situation more palatable

The extra 3: Tainted Isaac and Infernal Isaac are both from the basement au. Tainted is self explanatory. Infernal is based on a new game mode idea I’ve been toying with. And I’ve talked about Brother Delirious a small bit. But he’s P!Isaac’s worst thoughts taken physical form

I would write more about all of these, but I’ve written more than enough for now lmao. I’m always here to answer any questions and I do love talking about my AUs. I hope to make more content for these more and I might do this same format with other characters. Very excited to finally have this out of my brain zone

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r3dblccd · 5 months

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List of upcoming muses tba to the muse list:

Navi, any pronouns, a fairy of nature, somewhat inspired the Star Seekers webtoon. Navi used to be from another universe that was under the threat of a creature called the Dragon of the End. She and a group of friends were destined to stop the dragon from destroying their world. The group managed to reach the conclusion that they didn't need to kill the dragon to stop the catastrophe. But, unfortunately, they couldn't reach the solution to their problem in time and when the dragon appeared it turned everything into ashes. Navi was the only one who survived it. The dragon let it live for some unknown reason. He felt guilt, lots of it, seeing the world he used to love no longer exist. So, she made a promise that she'd try her best to help with anything she could any other worlds that are also in danger. Other than that he just really enjoys spending time in nature (actually he avoids very big cities because the pollution there makes him feel physically sick and weak). Kind and gentle in nature, but also not afraid to kick someone's butt if they have to.

Seraphine, she/her, half-vampire, half-ghoul. She and Raphael used to be close friends. When Raphael first got turned into a vampire and all the villagers united to try and kill him, thinking the curse would affect everyone, she tried to stop them. She got killed in the process. Devastated, Raphael tried to bring her back, but what returned was something else entirely. She doesn't remember much of her past life, nor does she care all that much. Cold and cunning is one way to describe her.

Chinhwa, he/him, human (has seperate verse inspired the the dark moon webtoons in which he's a vampire-werewolf hybrid), a history student coming from the countryside (his family owns a farm), has already done some work in various spheres of his major (including, but not limited to working at archeological sites, restoration work, working with archives and so on), currently a freelance private tutor since he wants to be able to pay most of his uni fees by himself, but wishes he could someday work at a museum curator or a tour guide. One of the few childhood classmates Minsung considers a friend and keeps in contact with.

Dabi, she/her, human (has separate 2 verses - one inspired by the dark moon webtoons, and the other by the star seekers and the crimson heart webtoons ), Youtuber. She's had vocal and guitar lessons, but she keeps singing and playing music only as a hobby, although she may drop a music related video or two every once in a while on her YT channel. She's also been adopted by the same family that had adopted Minsung, but the two very much act like they've been siblings their whole life (she's very much "only I'm allowed to make fun of him, but if you do and you make him cry I'm about to break your bones" type of sibling lol)

Stella, she/her, a model, Abigail and Elaine's sister. Craziness runs in the family so expect some deranged behaviour, I guess (I think Elaine is the only normal one in it thanks to her getting away on time lmao)

#misc; ooc #//if you like this imma assume that you want to plot for one or some of them so I'll message you <3

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inviswounds · 2 years

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In My Heart - Eddie Munson

WARNINGS: S4 SPOILERS, angst, swearing, sad?, mention of grief.

SUMMARY: You and everyone else have just "defeated" Vecna and you all survived and are okay. (Eddie isn't dead and Max is fine lmao) Since Eddie is technically wanted for murder, he has to run away and leave town.

A/N: Writing this made my stomach hurt sooooo ALSO: keep in mind that Eddie is the one wanted for murder, not you. Eddie was the only suspect for Vecna's victims. You simply helped kill Vecna at the end of it all, and now Eddie (the main suspect) has to leave because they think he did it.

Your POV:

It had been two days since the group had defeated Vecna and all you wanted was for things to go back to normal. You had spent the last couple of days solving problems, investigating murders and trying to stop Vecna. Will, Mike, Jonathan and El had all returned to Hawkins and everyone got to explain everything to each other. They even brought a really cool guy from California, Argyle. You would usually enjoy other people's company but you just couldn't right now. You were constantly worried about Eddie.

Ever since he was named as the lead suspect in Chrissy Cunningham's murder, you had been constantly worried about the sheriff finding him and taking him away. Although you and the rest of the group knew that Eddie was innocent, you guys also knew that the police weren't going to believe anything you said.

Eddie stroked the side of your hair gently as you laid your head on his chest. You had given him some of your (father/brother/whoever)'s clothes to change into since his were all destroyed in the 'Earthquake.'

"Earthquake? Really?" You laughed softly, trying desperately to hide your tears.

"I guess it's the only logical explanation, ya know," He chuckled. "Since other dimensions and monsters aren't supposed to be real."

"Yeah, I guess." You replied as you wrapped your arms around his stomach and held him closely. He stopped playing with your hair to snake his arm around your side and hold you. The two of you held each other in silence for a moment, embracing the comfort of each other. With your ear pressed against his chest, you could hear the sound of his heartbeat slowing as he relaxed. The silence the two of you had created was soon interrupted by the quiet sound of your soft cries into his chest.

"Baby," He cooed, tears pooling in his own eyes. "Don't cry, sweetheart." He bit his lip to stop it from trembling, not wanting to show his emotions in fear of making you even sadder. He wanted to seem brave and strong, like he wasn't afraid, but really he was. "I have to leave Hawkins, you know that." Your cries grew louder as he continued. You moved your head to position your face into his chest, crying into his shirt. He gently stroked the back of your head, trying his best to comfort you as you cried. "I'm sorry, love, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry, Eddie, this isn't your fault." You managed to choke out, your soft and gentle voice cracking through the tears. You lifted your head off of his chest and turned to look at him. His eyes connected with yours, now showing him how devastated you looked. He gently pushed the hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear. "Why can't I just come with you?" You asked, letting out another soft cry as you spoke. His soft demeanour quickly changed.

"No." He said firmly.

"But, why–"

"No, Y/N. You're not coming with me." He huffed, not breaking eye contact. The tears in his eyes threatened to spill as he looked at you. You opened your mouth to say something, allowing yourself to breathe in air that quickly got caught in your throat. Your eyes flickered between his, not able to speak. "If you come with me, you could go down with me," His bottom lip trembled as he spoke. "I won't risk it. I won't let you risk your life for me again." He shook his head lightly as he gulped down the cry he so desperately wanted to let out. "You're going to stay away, okay?"

"No!" You cried, lifting yourself off of him and moving away. You sat up in the bed and covered your face with your hands as you sobbed.

"I don't care what you say," He said firmly, sitting up straight in the bed. "I'm going to be on the run for–" He paused and took a deep breath, "–possibly the rest of my life." He kept his eyes locked on you but didn't move to come closer. He knew it would only make things worse now. He knew that he had to be stern about this. He couldn't let you come with him. He couldn't do that to you. "Or I could go to prison." He added. "So, this is it. Tomorrow, I'm leaving and I don't want to ever see you again." His voice trembled and cracked as a tear slid down his cheek. You let out a loud sob into your hands at his words.

He felt bad for making you feel this way. He hated watching you cry. Neither of you spoke for a few moments, the room filled with the sound of your cries. He watched you breaking in front of him and he hated it. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and stay with you forever, but he couldn't. He gently moved towards you and slowly moved your hands away from your face, revealing your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You couldn't look at him, it was just too much. It all hurt too badly. You looked down as the tears continued falling from your eyes.

He gently placed his finger under your chin and lifted your head to face him, forcing you to look at him. He gulped at the sadness in your eyes. Without saying anything, he pulled you into a hug and held you. After a few seconds, you wrapped your arms around him and cried into his shoulder, letting out all the loud cries you had been holding in for days. He wanted to be strong for you, but he just couldn't. He rested his head on your shoulder as he hugged you and allowed the burning tears to fall from his heavy eyes.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, just crying and holding each other. Both of you knew this whole situation was unfair. But both of you knew there was nothing that either of you could do about it. After both of your cries turned to soft sniffles, you both pulled away and looked at each other.

"I love you, and I'm really fucking sorry that you love me." He said, choking on his words. He gently placed his hand on your cheek and wiped the tears on your cheek away with his thumb. "I'm sorry that I got caught up in all this shit," He licked his bottom lip and tilted his head. "And I'm sorry I got you caught up in all of this shit too." He bit his lip to stop it from trembling as he looked into your eyes. "I'm really gonna fucking miss you." He sniffled.

"I don't want to miss you, Eddie." You sobbed, tilting your head slightly to align with his.

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"I love you." You added softly. You leaned in to kiss him gently on his lips. You both pulled away and slowly opened your eyes, smiling through the tears at each other. He pulled you in for another hug and kissed you on the forehead before slowly pulling you backwards to lay back down on the bed. You gently rested your head on his chest again as you both held each other tightly.

Silence filled the room once more as you both listened to the soft sounds of each other breathing. The quiet sound of the person you love the most being alive. Oh, how you could listen to it for hours. Your thoughts drifted to a happier moment of the two of you as you closed your eyes and slowly let the soft sound of his breaths guide you to sleep.

When the sun awoke and its light shone gently through your window, your eyes slowly fluttered open and woke you from your slumber. You hugged the sheets tightly, not a single thought infiltrating your mind other than the fact that it was morning. There was a few seconds of peace. Just a few. They softly passed through your mind before allowing reality back in. Now that you were fully awake, you suddenly remembered what day it was and your hand quickly reached around to the other side of the bed.

Instead of being met with the warm body of your boyfriend, Eddie, your hand fell against the bed sheets. You quickly turned to see the empty part of the bed beside you. You looked around the room as you sat up, wondering where he was. You quickly pulled the sheets off of your body and jumped out of bed before making your way downstairs.

"Eddie?" You called. You walked toward the kitchen, assuming he was making breakfast or something, "Eddie?" You repeated. You looked around the kitchen that was empty. You shook your head out of confusion as you tried to think of where he could be.

Suddenly, your eyes focused on a folded piece of paper on the kitchen table. Next to it was Eddie's necklace. You stood still for a moment, knowing exactly what it was. As much as you wanted to grab the paper, read it and then run after him, you couldn't move. You were frozen. Your breaths grew quick and panicked as the shock settled in and you raced to grab the piece of paper. You quickly unfolded it and began reading.

"Dear Y/N,

I'm sorry for leaving while you were sleeping. I just couldn't bring myself to wake you. I couldn't bear to see you cry and I knew you'd just try and stop me from leaving. So, you're right to be mad about that. But I know you can't stay mad at me for long :) Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was so lost. So lost. And then I met you and you changed everything. You made me laugh, you made me smile, you made me happy. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, Y/N, I always have and I always will. It's gonna be okay. You're going to go on and live a beautiful life. Just without me in it. You've always had a future, Y/N. A future that will be wonderful with or without me. I know that. Just know, leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I really wanted you to come with me but I knew that was selfish. You deserve to be alive and happy, and I won't let you go down with me. I can't promise we'll see each other again, but I do know that you will always be in my heart Y/N Y/L/N, just like I'll always be in yours.

Also, I stole some of your chips for the road, hope you don't mind >:)

- Eddie ♥

As your tears fell from your face to the paper in front of you, your panicked breathing turned to loud cries and sobs as you broke down. Your knees grew weaker and collapsed beneath you, forcing you to the ground as you sobbed. He was gone.

It had been a few weeks since Eddie left and the agonising sadness that filled your bones never faded. Not even slightly. Your skin craved his touch and your ears craved his voice. The pain was brutal and his absence hit harder than you had expected. It tore through your heart and stabbed you repeatedly over and over, not giving you a chance to breathe.

Maybe you were dying. Maybe this is was death felt like. The pain of losing someone was greater than anyone could ever imagine. He was alive but you grieved as if he were dead. Because it was a sort of death. He was gone and he was never coming back.

You would do anything to see him again. Anything to feel or hear him. You'd give anything just to say goodbye. Just to hear his voice cradle your aching heart one last time. It was utterly agonising when you realised just how far gone he was. The acceptance was difficult. Having to accept he was still out there and that you could go find him was the hardest part. It took you a while to understand it. You had so desperately wanted to go with him, to be with him forever and he unselfishly protected you from a life of running. If either one of you was going to make it out of this whole situation okay, it was going to be you.

Going back to school and graduating without him was hard. Hearing the students gossip and whisper about him, thinking cruel things, was painful. They didn't even dare to call his name at the graduation. But in their defence, they thought he was a murderer. But he wasn't. And you knew that.

Maybe if they had gotten to know the real Eddie, they would've said his name. Because the real Eddie was kind and thoughtful and didn't let what anyone else think get to him. He sacrificed his life – even though he was still alive – for a town that thought he was a monster. A town that thought he was a freak before he was even a suspect. A town that hated him for just being himself. You could never forgive any of them for the things they said about him.

Every time you walked past the seat he sat in every lunch time, your eyes filled with tears. And every time his favourite band started playing on the radio, you immediately turned it off. Every time someone said his name you gasped quietly to yourself, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a ball and cry.

For weeks after he left, you found yourself starring blankly at the wall, begging for the world to swallow you whole. And sometimes at night, you cry into your pillow and wish you never bothered talking to that boy in The Hellfire Club that constantly annoyed you with references to metal bands you never could remember the name of.

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antheshewro · 3 months

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Una mattina

It took a cup of tea and a stop on a local café to make Levi learn how Hange, his partner perhaps for life, hid something big from him. Something as big as another person, and a baby, involved.

Perhaps going out that day had been a mistake.

Warnings: Levi x Hange x OC; i decided to headcanon Hange as trans with male genitalia and implicitly female upper body, using she/her pronouns; post!war, maybe a bit AU since i changed a tad bit (maybe more) of details to fit what I wanted to write, as you'll read, and probably would sound more modern than it actually should be but oh well; pregnant!OC; kind of pregnant!reader;

Before You Read: this is the very first fanfiction I post on Tumblr and in English, which is not my first language so be nice to me ♥ hope you all will like this first chapter! (psa i'm not that familiar with warnings, tags etc lmao bear with me)

Chapter 1.

Four months have passed from the war between Marley and Paradis, or as humanity liked to call it, "The Battle of Heaven and Earth". Since its end, there had been soldiers who went back to Paradis, while some decided to settle in Marley; everyone, at the end of the day, chose what they saw as the best option for them to pursue a new life.

In a nice café in the city centre of Liberio, now rebuilt after the Rumbling destroyed most of it, Lawrence sat on a single table outside, drinking her cup of tea in complete silence. Her golden rings would subtly tinkle everytime they came in contact with the porcelain of the cup, making it the only sound she'd hear.

A quick glance to the sky made her see how the late afternoon sky was clear, an orange hue appearing as the sky prepared itself to set. It was chill enough to keep her jacket suit on and warm enough not to freeze. The café welcomed a few people and their silent chattering, as if no one wanted to break that quietness.

A few tables far from her spot, her eyes caught sight of a man sitting alone. Older than her, pale skin, black hair. A first glance made her learn he had a cane next to him, a scar that went from his right eye, now white and probably blind until the bottom corner of his mouth. The hand he had on the wooden table had its middle and index finger missing. His face was clean shaved, with tiny wrinkles around his eyes. The black suit he wore made him look like even more stoic than he actually was.

She wasn't the type to stare or bother someone with her insistent looks. Lawrence shifted her gaze towards the scenery ahead of her, occasionally looking around the main street. Her free hand, the one that wasn't holding the tea cup, gently caressed her swollen stomach.

The man's senses could easily pick up Lawrence’s stare on him. At first he would ignore it, since he had already come to terms with the fact that he, being the way he is, was likely to grab someone’s attention whether he wanted to or not. Not like Levi was trying to hide anything from others right now, he was just here to enjoy his coffee.

A few more flicks of her eyes and he knew he couldn’t ignore her any longer.

He finally decided to look back at the woman, a neutral expression on his face.

Lawrence tilted her head and met his only functional eye, and she was sure his blind one would've been staring at her with the same intensity, if it still worked. She only gave him a final look of acknowledgement, knowing it was sufficient, and lowered her gaze towards the cup of tea.

There was nothing unusual with the item. It was a normal one, with a bit of the beverage and sugar at the very bottom of it. Lawrence would find more entertainment on staring at the cup than anything else, at the moment. With a slow gesture, she lifted herself up on the chair, leaning back on it. Her hand stopped brushing on her stomach, but stayed on top of her pregnant belly.

A few seconds would pass before Levi decided to break the silence between them, the coldness in his voice making it apparent that he was far from pleased with her staring but understood she didn’t have any foul intentions with it.

“May I ask what exactly are you looking at?”

He stared unblinkingly at her, waiting for her answer. His expression was cold, but there was clear interest in his words.

Lawrence lifted her gaze up at that question, her brown irises meeting Levi's grey eye. It wasn't exactly the way she planned to approach him, but it was so sudden she found herself chuckling quietly, under her breath. Her hand, the one holding the tea cup, placed the item back on its small porcelain plate.

"I'm sorry, I know I've been staring," She began to say, while her fingertips played with one edge of her jacket. A couple of seconds passed, with Lawrence staring at him, biting her bottom lip as she seemed to think about something.

"Hange probably didn't talk about me to any of her colleagues."

For a moment, his expression remained unchanged, not registering the name the woman had mentioned. Eventually, it would suddenly turn in something warmer. Not fully warm, but enough to be noticeable. After all, he wasn’t so stern that he’d be immune to his emotions. As if a switch had been turned on, it seemed that his interest had peaked. A small smile found its way to his face.

“Hange?” He asked softly. His voice was much more gentle now.

Lawrence nodded slightly, while her mouth curled up in a bittersweet smile. The same feeling Levi was experiencing was very known to her. It didn't matter how many weeks and months passed from the end of the war, Hange's passing was still a wound that didn't seem to be healing anytime soon.

"I was her girlfriend." She quietly replied, pursing her lips together after she uttered those words. Her hand slid under her stomach, holding it gently.

Levi’s expression would change once again, this time looking a bit pained. A few blinks would have him snap out of it, and his cold expression would quickly return. For a moment, he would be silent, his own thoughts distracting him from the small conversation they were supposed to have.

That name… it had to be one he’d rather forget, in a way. Not once that name or face left his mind, or his dreams. A reminder of the guilt he felt in her final moments.

He cleared his throat.

“Hange had a girlfriend?”

Her head would nod again, confirming his suspicions. Right after Levi spoke, silence fell upon the two, mostly because the topic felt like a fresh one. Lawrence lowered her gaze on the wooden table in front of her, with her free hand grabbing the tea cup to move her index finger along its edge.

"I found out I was pregnant by her a week after she passed." Lawrence revealed, glancing up at Levi for just a second. Her fingertip tapped on the cup. She wasn't able to say anything else, afterwards.

Silence.

Levi would remain quiet, taking some time to process everything that the woman had said. With Hange gone, his mind was all over the place. There was an empty void left in his heart where Hange had once been. The thought of someone he cared about having her own life, her own person outside of him that she’d held so close for so long? Uncomfortable. Unacceptable.

But then he looked at Lawrence, with her soft, kind eyes, her gentle smile. Hange had loved her.

“I see.”

#attack on titan #aot #levi x reader #levi x hange #levihan #levi x oc #hange x oc #post war aot #levi x pregnant!reader #hange x pregnant!reader #aot x ooc #aot ooc #levi x pregnant!oc #shingeko no kyojin #snk

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sebastianswallows · 11 months

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id like to preface this by saying i like anne lmao but i also love Suffering so here we go:

1. in canon believes that sebastian should go to azkaban to pay for canceling their uncles life subscription (granted, if you agree with ominis, he does say she's torn about it now that its happening)

2. if u dont agree with turning seb in, ominis has to convince her it is the better choice... at which point she basically takes the "guilt will do the job" stance

3. loves him, but leaves him (dont blame her but wowza 6th year must have been a ride after this lmao)

4. if u dont turn seb in, he tries to contact anne via owl but she makes it clear it is Not Happening... seb believes hes lost her for good but still has hope it may change in the future (granted its all too fresh still and they're young... but hey, bad decisions run in the family)

5. +bonus hc: they're traumatised 15 year olds, but she has the curse that eroded her and no uncle as a support and seb just... goes back to school, to ominis (+mc), to a life? 🌟 suffering 🌟 no price, no penance, no pain, and she loses everything...? Slippery slope 👀

My personal hc is that anne has a firmer stance on which lines she allows people to cross and which ones she doesn't... even if it is her own brother. Also the curse must have taken its toll mentally as well, so, as I said, i dont blame her i just really like Suffering

Seb will REALLY have to live with that... ominis constantly torn between the twins

If u dont agree with ominis abt turning seb in, he is firm in his stance that u should... but If u agree with it, ominis almost pleads for u to reconsider, and u get a chance to agree and change ur mind... neat how the devs never give u a chance to contact anne urself (tho i think she wouldnt want to talk to the mc either)

If the roles had been reversed, what do you think, would anne had gone as far as seb to save him? Hoho

This has been your local Suffering anon, have a nice day~ :"D

ANON, WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?

Everyone's life is destroyed and nothing good exists anymore, this is the worst timeline possible. WHAT HAVE YOU CREATED?

Thanks to this headcanon I now hate Anne, thanks (jk).

#sswallow;answers #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #ominis gaunt #hl

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kradogsrats · 10 months

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Lissa leaving is so “a doll’s house” coded to me, like i think lissa leaving her family in order to become her own person is a very ✨thematically ✨ interesting move in a story that is so focused on sacrifice (ESPECIALLY FOR WOMEN)

lmao daaaaaang everyone coming at me with classy media references I'm not familiar with this weekend... *one SparkNotes visit later* yeah I can see it

I've considered a lot of possibilities for the circumstances of Lissa leaving, and kind of favor one over the other depending on my mood, but like... I think the real things that people are generally reacting to negatively are a) why did she go so far that she completely disappeared from her children's life, and b) why did she leave them behind (with Viren, father of the year: literally never)?

Which is just... we know that Viren was once a loving father, at least as far as Callum was able to see. Does his observation necessarily mean a ton? Maybe not. But I don't think Lissa would have left Soren and Claudia behind if she knew how Viren would become. She wasn't leaving because she thought he was a danger to the children, though I don't think the two of them were likely treating each other very well at the end—she had probably, by that point, experienced some of his petty and vindictive streak, at least.

But I think a lot is wrapped up in why she goes all the way to Del Bar. Now, technically I don't think it says anywhere that Lissa herself is from Del Bar and therefore a foreigner in Katolis, but we kind of all operate on that assumption, and even if she was native to Katolis a lot of this would still apply. She's going through a somewhat-acrimonious separation from a man who is a) a powerful mage, and b) literally the king's best friend. She's not a citizen of Katolis, assuming such a thing grants any privileges at all, but even if it doesn't... there's an imbalance of power there that is not in her favor. I mean, say she wants to take Soren and Claudia, and Viren won't let her. Or Viren says he'll let her, then changes his mind and sends guards to her house saying she's kidnapped them. What's she going to do, throw herself on Harrow's mercy? Harrow, Viren's lifelong best friend? I mean, don't tell me you think this setting has a fully fleshed-out impartial family court system. She may never feel safe or free in Katolis again. Like, with Viren's level of power, he could make her life absolute hell if he wanted to.

And then, like I said... he's a powerful mage. It's not clear even to us as viewers exactly what Viren did to save Soren that was so awful, much less whether Lissa is aware of it, but if she is? He's literally capable of making her disappear. And if it's something even Harrow would find reprehensible? Well, best case scenario is they have a kind of Ozai/Ursa standoff where she has the power to utterly destroy her, while she has the insurance of information that could ruin him, and the solution is "leave the country, or I'll kill you... also I'm keeping the kids, never contact them again."

(I'll roll my eyes a little if it's that, because... way to repeat yourselves, guys. I get that Claudia is your second chance at getting Azula right, but sheesh.)

And like... maybe there's an AU in there where Lissa picks up her kids and makes a run for the border (which, I will note, the land border between Katolis and Del Bar is small, meaning easily to shut down and search everyone passing through, and sea ports for going by way of Evenere even more so) and Viren loses his entire goddamn mind. IDEK.

Or, I mean, maybe she's just horrible. There are plenty of absolute shit-ass parents who abandon their children for no real reason out there. I'm just less interested in that than I am in decent people who did everything they could only for it to never be enough.

#lissa #au where lissa flees to the OTHER border and winds up raising soren and claudia in the hollow wood with the chill elves #/smacks hand NO BAD STOP NO MORE AUS #... anyway yeah i'm not very well read bc part of my gifted kid burnout was 'i'm never reading anything more advanced than YA again'

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purplefyragon · 2 years

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How Deep Will You Go?

Basically a Dark ending for ISWM. Idk lmao. Meh.

Sooo I wrote this before? Mark said Engineer!Mark isn't Actor. This is a universe where he is. Multiverses and all that. Fucko only gave us the shoe & a hand so I said 'Bet'. Also I absolutely hate this and most of what I write in general so yknow.

Rating: General/SFW

GN!Reader

Pairings: Very mild implied DA/Damien, more one-sided to him now as you don't fuckin remember shit

Warnings: canon typical angry void man, attempted/failed hypnosis, he kinna stinky & kisses you without your consent

Word count: 3600+

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Over and over again.

No matter how many wormholes you jump through or universal resets your soul survives, you always end up back here.

This time though?

This time, something feels different in the way the Engineer looks at you. There is weight behind it. A terrible weight that you can’t put your finger on, but you nonetheless feel bearing down upon you.

You still go through the motions; recoiling from the fire extinguisher strike to your head, the loss of the crystal, ‘Don’t.’, etc.

Yet…

Considering how much you’ve been through- how many cycles was it now? You’ve lost count- it is now second nature to grab his hand before the wormhole drags him into its depths. The Head Engineer fights back, begging for you to let him go as he tries to wrench his hand from your hold, but you stay firm. Gravity drag threatens to pull you in too, so you hook your leg around a guard rail and hold on for dear life. Mark’s begging finally makes it through the cacophonous, eldritch droning of the Wormhole above you.

“--Captain, please! Why won’t you let me go? I know how to stop this! I can save everyone- everything!” he cries as he tries to wrest his hand from your own.

That’s different.

You shake your head, expression contrite. He sure sounds convincing, but you’ve been through too much to let him go on the assumptions of his expertise. He said it himself; you don’t have to understand how something works to use it. He also said it himself- ‘Stop me from going back, Captain- no matter what it takes!’

“Why?!”, he continues, “Surely, I can fix this! Who else even can now!? It’s my fault- I did let you pilot my ship, after all. I have to fix all this, reverse everything you did!"

There’s so much wrong with that assumption- so damn much wrong with the Engineer’s logic. It infuriates you, really- you didn’t do any of this! You never asked for the Warp Core to choose you! You don’t even have control over the jumps half the time! You don’t have time to argue with him now, and you doubt he’d believe you, anyway. The universe is collapsing around you, and you have less than a minute to make a decision.

You could Let Go: send your partner hurtling into the lifeblood pathways of the multiverse to a time and place unknown in the foolish hope that he can fix this.

You could Hold On: heed his older self’s plea and deny his quest to go back, tossing the Crystal into the abyss instead and setting forth an unknown chain of events that could either save or destroy all reality as you know it.

Or…

You could J̶̠͌̌u̷͇̿͌ͅm̷̛̱̽p̸̬͝ ̵̮̯͐̚Ị̵̰̅n̸̤̩̆ with the Crystal, leaving the overloading Warp Core- the original Warp Core- to self-destruct.

It’s as if your body has already decided for you. You reach out for the Crystal even as Mark screams for you not to, accusing you of wanting to destroy the universe. The man doesn’t understand what you’ve seen throughout all this. You’ve spent your own eternity through hell.

You’re tired. So very, very tired.

"Universal Collapse Imminent. Please Resolve Paradox.” The voice of the Core rumbles its final warning out, mechanical and cold.

Mark makes eye contact with you, his gaze both accusatory and pleading. You focus back on the Crystal but lose your balance, losing your grip on the guard rail and stumbling toward the Warp Core. The hand in your own is no longer trying to lessen your hold, but tightening its own. Mark is trying to use his weight against you now, thrashing and pulling you up with him into the chaotic portal.

In that instant, you see something else in his eyes, backlit by the electric blue- something darker. Frustration and desperation twisted into a rage- into something… something red-

You aren’t following the Script, Captain.

You let go.

The Event Horizon of the Wormhole cuts off Mark's yelp of surprise as he spins head over heels into the twisting crescendo. Somehow through all that out-of-control movement, his eyes manage to find yours before the blue glow engulfs his form.

In that same beat, you reach down and snag the Crystal from its mooring, tossing it up into the yawning chaos after the Engineer. You follow suit, launching yourself off the ground and into the twisting abyss before the portal collapses.

This time, unnatural darkness meets you upon falling into the wormhole. Rushing wind and foreign sound still buffer your remaining senses, offering some semblance of familiarity. The sensation of your entire being shredded and put back together seems far more visceral this time.

Something feels wrong, more wrong than hurtling through the space between planes, extant where reality is not.

The sickening-yet-familiar flight finally ends, both an eternity and far too quick. Your sight returns to you too late for you to catch yourself plummeting out of the wormhole. Unforgiving ground rushes up to meet you, knocking the breath from your lungs. Coughing roughly, it takes a moment before you can force yourself to your knees and take a look around.

It is an immediate sensation of trespassing in a place not meant for you. The Warp Core sits before you, illuminated in that same haunting blue light as it was when it first ‘chose’ you for this ‘mission’. However, the Crystal is nowhere in sight; nor is there Dorlene to cryptically chide you, no Core Voice to request a host, or Old Man Mark to gloat in your face about stopping you.

The 'ground' beneath your hands and knees changes, rippling like the surface of a pond from the slightest movements. To your surprise, no water clings to your skin or soaks into your jumpsuit. Looking around, you note that the heavy darkness around you terminates into a vast, endless sky of red and blue stars. Whole galaxies swirl above you in the endless gloom.

It hits you all at once how small and out of place you feel, how foreign this all is, a dawning realization that-

… You are alone. Completely and utterly alone.

Is this what the end of the Multiverse looks like?

“Will you ever tire of these meetings?”

You scream before you can stop yourself, scrambling to your feet and whirling about to face the origin of the voice. That would be easy were there anyone to face in the starlit abyss, and had the voice not come from everywhere at once.

“I know I would.”

The mysterious voice echoes out again, warping and doubling on itself. It hurts to listen to, bringing with it a high-pitched ringing that you try to block out with only a modicum of success, hands clasped over your ears.

When you turn back to the Warp Core in another panicked scan of the immediate area- you see them. A figure stands on the other side of the machine, partially blocked by the apparatus.

They- he? A humanoid figure, in the loosest terms possible- step into view from behind the Core, leveling you with a stare of neutral indifference. He is painful to look at, edges blurring in such a way that has your vision dancing, eyes watering. Clad in a formal three-piece suit, the ‘man’ is out of place, and more importantly, out of color. His presence seems to drain the very life out of the area around him, swamping it in a void deeper than the one you currently stand in.

Upon making eye contact with you, he grins- wide and unnerving, eyes too open, stance too stiff, too many teeth-

This man- no, entity- is a walking black hole, though far more alien. Just looking at it triggers alarm bells in your mind. This being is dangerous.

His grin then morphs into a sneer. “They are an ever-present reminder that we are not done yet.”

The entity takes a few steps forward- does he? You don’t remember seeing him move. The water-ground doesn’t ripple from his steps, unlike yours- and bends down to pick up the Core Crystal resting on the ground in front of you.

Wait. When the hell did that get here-

The entity sighs and turns on his heel, holding the crystal out to his side, studying it. Once again, you don’t see him move- he is standing beside the Warp Core now, regarding it with disdain. “All that trouble… all for something so small.”

He reaches out to the Core. From such a simple brush of his fingers, the Warp Core is crumbling, desiccating, falling in on itself with an otherworldly whine. You watch in shock- or is it relief?- as the origin of all this insanity withers to dust in no less than a few seconds.

“Down... down... down… ever further into another hole you’ve gone, little rabbit, always expecting a different outcome." The being turns to you once more as he speaks, frowning at you. There is tension behind it, like a failing dam holding back a deluge. His form morphs with force, cracks, two splinters of himself separating from the whole and reaching out- screaming- before you blink, and he is whole again.

What the fuck-

With a sneer, he brushes the hair from his face and roughly readjusts his suit. "You never considered that the snake was already in your den, did you?” he muses, punctuating 'snake' with a jab in your direction.

He can tell by the way you are staring at him that you have no idea what he is talking about. Of course you wouldn't. His hold on you is too great.

"Confused? Fine. Allow me to elaborate.”

You step back when he advances, but he doesn’t exactly walk to you. The entity circles around you instead, analyzing you. Gooseflesh skitters across your skin from the new proximity- you very much feel like prey right now, every muscle taught and poised to run.

Where the hell would you run? There’s nowhere to go.

“You keep jumping into wormholes over and over again while expecting a different outcome, an end. It is almost comical, in a way." He sighs, heavy and burdened. "Almost." The entity finally pauses from his circling, studying the crystal that once embedded itself into your palm. "You never stopped to consider that the problem- the source of your issue... jumped into that wormhole with you."

Is he talking about Mark? While yes, Mark is the origin of this particular problem- … how did Mark build the original Warp Core? What got him trapped in that eternal death loop? How long have you been trapped?

Eyes locked on the ground, you are so lost in your spiraling thoughts that you don’t realize he is right in front of you until you do-

“You don’t remember,” he breathes, a statement more than a question. “Or, perhaps you do, but you don’t want to face the reality of this situation, just as I did once.”

Such proximity is overwhelming, but you can’t move. Why can’t you move?

“Mayhaps I need to remind you, Little Monster.”

He leans in, and for some reason, you feel compelled to look up at him. Frigid hands trail up your arms, icy breath ghosts over your cheeks... those depthless black eyes pulling you in, down, down-

A tug at the back of your mind snaps you out of whatever hold he had on you, staggering backward, almost falling to the ground. You refuse to think about how your face burns, and not from the cold radiating off him. Your tongue darts over lips still tingling from the icy brush of- did he fucking kiss you?

He sighs, and you look to him again only to find him watching you with remorse. "Aren’t you tired, old friend?”, he murmurs, speaking as if he knows you. That concern in his voice… does he know you? You sure as hell don’t know him-

… Or do you?

“Do you even remember the last time that you slept?”

You blink. … You don’t remember. You have no idea when the last time you slept was, even from before the first Warp. Though it’s hard to remember when your mind is still focused on- he absolutely fucking kissed you. What the fuck-

“How many faces have you worn,” he interrupts your thoughts with more questions, stepping closer, “how many lifetimes of false memories has He forced you to bear?"

His expression turns grim. “How many times have you died because of Him?”

You frown in confusion. ‘He’? Who the hell is ‘He’, though? Mark? What did Mark even do to get this being's attention?

“Do you not see? With as much as you’ve been through, how can you not see how pointless all this is?! There is no END!” The despair in his voice mixes with rage, and he’s splintering again- one, two, three, you lose count, shielding your eyes from the cacophony of color and sound, shrinking down to somehow hide.

When everything is silent again, you take the risk of looking. He’s fallen to his knees, eyes screwed shut, body contorted in pain. Part of you- a deep, lost part of you- cries out at the sight, and it takes more than you expect to stop yourself from trying to help him.

Why do you care?

“I suppose you don’t.” He snarls through grit teeth, wiping at his mouth and nose which drip the same black substance that constitutes the ground you stand on.

“Unfortunately for you, your choice of propelling yourself into the original wormhole has you back at square one. Again.” He hums. “You’ll only end up back here. I suppose that’s good for me, at least.”

Something glitters in the darkness near you, just in your periphery. You look and- yep, it’s the Crystal. He must have thrown it when he was falling apart. You glance at him, and he’s still focused on himself, not even looking at you. Taking the risk, you reach out for it-

Everything glitches.

You are standing now, facing him. He is no longer crouched, standing tall and glaring at you. The black ichor still seeps from his nose and mouth while he clutches the crystal at his side.

“Looking for this?” He laughs mockingly, holding up the crystal in your direction. You don't like that smile. “What? Do you think securing the Crystal again will help you here? No."

The crystal flares a bright blue before it starts to hiss, smoke billowing, light flashing sporadically. The hiss becomes a whine, then a crack-

… It’s not like you could stop him, anyway- and you once again wonder if it is relief you feel. Yet, it does make you wonder what you are dealing with, that he can destroy both the Warp Core and the Core Crystal-

That smile sharpens as he opens his hand, letting the blue dust scatter from his palm in an unfelt wind. “It's a prop. Nothing more. It has no power here.”

It’s a rush, fight-or-flight is coming back full force, to the point that you can’t think of anything else. If he can desiccate that, what chance do you have against him? You turn on your heel, sprinting into the black. Is it pointless? Maybe. But you’ll not die here without at least trying.

“Neither does He.” The entity purrs as he teleports before you, covering that distance in the blink of an eye. With no time to react, you barrel straight into his chest, only for him to trap you in his arms.

Despite your squirming, you do not budge in his iron grip. He chuckles at your efforts as he leans down to growl into your ear. “Neither do you.”

Something wraps its way around the back of your head and neck, forcing you to look him in the eye. It’s as cold as his touch, but slithers against your skin like… a vague memory of snakes hits you, forcing a shudder of revulsion to bubble up.

“This is my domain, and we have all the time in the world to get acquainted once again. Isn’t that wonderful?”

You can’t tell if he speaks to you directly or if his words echo inside your head. Those eyes pull you in, no longer only depthless black but a kaleidoscope of colors, swirling and dancing. They drag you in and down, alien thoughts pushing at the edges of your consciousness.

Stop fighting. Just let me in.

A mantra in your head, over and over, dragging you further and further down. Your struggles and shouts eventually die down to squirming.

He steps back and releases you while keeping eye contact. What holds your head spreads down your body, entrapping you in its grip and forcing you down to your knees. You only push back for a few seconds before your body falls limp in their hold.

He smirks. Your brow furrows. The voice in your mind only gets louder.

Stop fighting me. Just let me in. It’ll be much easier this way.

Down and in. Down and in. Down and in.

The further you drop, the looser the tentacles hold you- until that final barrier falls and lays your mind bare to him. When this happens, he smiles, resting a hand atop your head and brushing his fingers through your hair. You lean into it.

Like a pet.

He feels only the slightest push of indignation from the core of your being, still fighting his control. How cute.

“Don’t worry, my friend. I’ll help you remember. You’ll understand in time.”

Will you?

...

An ear-piercing BANG thunders its way through the void, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground which sends you both off balance. You hit the ground with a cry of pain while he staggers back with a curse, looking around wildly. The impact snaps you out of your spiral, but it’s the return of that pull from before that brings you back to yourself and damn if it isn’t incessant now.

The entity returns to his feet with a snarl, turning to where the Warp Core and Crystal once were. You follow his gaze, only to find that they stand without a scratch as if he never touched them at all.

That… scares you more than it should. Nothing should scare you now, but…

“That bastard- I thought we had more time. Damnit. Y/N-”

You don’t look at him. You can’t, attention taken elsewhere. There are cracks in the sky, in the ground…

Cracks that look like they splinter across the surface of a mirror-

Your grip on reality is fading again. How ironic. It feels like you are being pulled into a wormhole, but the pull is deeper, on your very soul. Only when you feel a hand grip your arm do you realize you are floating. Huh. Isn’t that interesting?

“Listen to me. I will find a way to end him and free us- all of us, Y/N.”

You look down to that painfully familiar face… down to that stranger’s face. Who is he again? Why are you here?

Why does he look so sad?

“Y/N?”

Y/N?

You are the Captain.

You open your mouth to say as much, but the blue light of a wormhole engulfs you, stealing him from your sight and memory.

Your mind files the ordeal among the lifetimes of struggle you’ve lived through. Once you open your eyes in the cryopod again, it’s as if it never happened at all. The door opens with a hiss as the Computer greets you, happily detailing how the ship’s status is absolutely catastrophic.

Shit. Well… here we go again.

#my writing #darkiplier #ISWM #damien the mayor #iswm y/n #sfw #when i say i've had this in my docs for 3 months #i mean i've had this in my docs for 3 months #i hate it but i'm not going to make it any better by staring at it lmao #help #iswm captain #actor mark #engineer mark #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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roobylavender · 1 year

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what would be the perfect ending for sasuke in your opinion?

there are so many things i want him to do genuinely. i like the idea of a naruto post-canon where everything that happens is followed up by the villages taking a stand together against the daimyos and i feel like he would be integral to that as a sort of reverse-pain figure who travels across the land and hears people’s grievances and connects to them through his own trauma that he has extensively suffered at the hands of state violence, but instead of using that collective trauma against unassuming people they use it to strip the daimyos of power by force lmao. like the problem with post-canon is it imposes all of these arbitrary spy duties on him and on him alone rather than recognizes the natural prerogative for everyone after the war is to connect with the other villages on a grand scale and form a coalition to fight back against their economic exploitation. so sasuke is one part of it in that he can recognize and empathize with people who have felt as abandoned and brutalized by the state as he has but there are also other parts like sakura traveling across the land to canvas the physical and mental health impacts of the system, hinata taking strides to destroy the class stratification that defines so much of internal clan hierarchy that is subsequently exploited for power grab purposes by multiple villages, etc. sasuke has to work with other people for there to be any change and portraying him as the lone wolf who comes back on occasion to address the quirky bad guy of the year is not conducive to any of that. put him in a library with some of the girls to learn political and economic theory they can put to use yknow?

other things that are always on my mind: (1) i personally believe there is so much more value in sasuke and sakura adopting than trying to continue the uchiha bloodline or whatever. like first of all their travels to address traumatized populations across the land would totally bring them into contact with orphans they could take under their wing but i also think it would be narratively significant for sasuke to realize he doesn’t have to carry on some legacy or burden himself with being the cornerstone of the family. that’s something that gets me about tsunade too like she’s the only living senju as far as we know but despite the clan’s noble reputation it doesn’t mean much that she’s not bearing children. her legacy is carried on through people like naruto and sakura and that’s what’s impt. and there is also a eugenics element to address imo wherein it’s very clear clans like the hyuugas and uchihas inbred and generally focused on maintaining superior bloodlines for purposes of producing super prodigies but it’s like.. why is that impt in a post-canon landscape? the truth is it isn’t. there is nothing the world would lose without an uchiha by blood bc their transcending quality is love and love is never strictly defined by blood. so. i think he and sakura should adopt ❤️

(2) one of the funniest (derogatory) things about post canon to me is making sakura into the housewife when everything about who she and sasuke are as characters points to the opposite imo.. like she’s a workaholic medical professional and i seriously doubt she is keeping a clean house so long as she lives alone. meanwhile sasuke has been ruled by discipline all of his life and grown up watching a brother who takes part in every aspect of domestic life to the point it formed sasuke’s only solace in a world of strict expectations he had to meet. but even beyond that sasuke needs busy work after everything he’s been through yknow like he’s not in any place to help himself when all he can do is stew. i like the idea of him coming home from trips and busying himself in the basic chores sakura (or even naruto) neglects to do bc her work schedule is not exactly conducive to a consistent home life. let him make the dinners and pick the weeds and go out to help villagers in the flea markets and farms while she plays hospital hero. let productivity displace the horrors in his head and make him feel like he’s working towards building something stable and strong. give the man a tomato farm

#naruto: series about ninja reliant on endless power scaling #me: yeah so forget about all of that #outbox

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